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tanyawritesstories · 5 years ago

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Insomnia Interrupted | Sinker x Reader

Our darling silver wolf does not have enough fics, I am here to provide. I have bad insomnia and honestly wish I had a clone to cuddle with when I can't sleep.

Warnings: cute fluff, cuddling, assumptions, Wolffe gets big pissed

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Sinker looked over at the clock on the wall, 0300. How had he managed to wake up so early in the morning? With nothing else to do and the urge to get up, he decided to visit the refresher before trying to get back to sleep. On his way back he passed the common room. He glanced inside and noticed the shape of a person sitting in front of the viewport. Sinker stopped and chose to investigate. As he walked closer he saw it was you sitting with your knees pulled up to your chest looking out the viewport.

"(Y/n)? What are you doing up this late?"

"You mean this early?" You sighed, "I can't sleep, nightmares." Sinker sat down next to you and was able to see your face. "You look like you haven't slept in days."

"I haven't, it's been at least 38 hours," You ran a hand over your face. "Jedi aren't supposed to have nightmares," you mumbled.

"Everyone has nightmares," Sinker said, "It's part of being human."

"Well then I wish I wasn't human."

That statement made him sad. Sinker always thought you were a wonderful person. As General Plo Koon's padawan you were a strong and kind individual. He had always admired your perseverance and hopeful spirit.

"You don't mean that, do you?" He questioned hesitantly.

"I don't know, it'd be fun to be a Jawa. I'm already short and adorable."

Sinker laughed causing you to look at him and smirk. Another thing he liked about you was your ready and blunt humor. According to Comet, her jokes were the only ones who could rival Sinker's.

You looked back out the viewport and Sinker just stared. Stars, she was beautiful. Her hair seemed to shine and her eyes reflected the blue and white lights of hyperspace. He watched as she folded her hands over her knees. Her skin looked so smooth and he wanted nothing more than to hold her hands in his. He moved closer, as if it would bring him nearer to his wish.

"Have you tried anything to make the nightmares go away?" He suggested, "Or something to make you sleep? Pills, injections, meditation, cuddling, anything like that?"

You chuckled, "Everything but the cuddling, as nice as that sounds."

"What's preventing you from trying?" It was only after you glanced his way did he understand why, and an embarrassed blush spread across his face. "Oh right, Jedi code and everything. I'm sorry I forgot about-"

"I would be willing to try," you interrupted. Sinker looked at you with one eyebrow raised, curiosity in his gaze. "Only if you were offering." You unfolded from your bent up position and sat so your legs were touching his. He could tell you were nervous by how tense your body was. He also saw how tired you were by the dark bags under your eyes and the whites of them slightly reddened.

"I'll cuddle with you if you think it'll help you sleep. Even if it doesn't, it'd still be nice," He mumbled the last part. You managed a smile and got to your feet, "Let's go to my room."

You extended a hand and helped Sinker up. The two of you made your way to your room, Sinker still in his blacks, luckily you encountered no one else on your walk. You entered your room with Sinker close behind you, immediately taking off the top layers of your robes and your boots, throwing them over a chair. "Make yourself comfortable, Sinker."

He looked around, the room was mostly neat save for a few things, like a stray datapad and the robes you just threw. He noticed it was warm in your room, you must have something running to keep the temperature up. Sinker went to remove the top half of his blacks before stopping and asking: "Do you mind if I..?" He gestured vaguely to his shirt. "No, go ahead. I've read skin to skin contact has benefits for one's health."

"Maybe that's something our medics should take into consideration," he joked. The following giggle that fell from your lips made Sinker's heart flutter. He pulled the top of his blacks off in one smooth movement, leaving his muscular upper body on display. Something you immediately took to gawking at, he noticed your staring and sent a smug grin your way. It kicked you out of your trance and you made your way into the bedroom, saying to Sinker that he could throw his clothes anywhere.

He ditched his top on your desk and followed you into the bedroom. It was his turn to gawk as he looked at you in nothing but your panties and a tube top that left little to the imagination. You noticed his staring and addressed him. "I also read that being constricted by certain clothes could mess up your muscles and make it harder to sleep." Your statement got Sinker out of his stare and he was suddenly acutely aware of how tight his blacks felt around the lower part of his legs.

"Great. Then do you mind if I restore blood flow to my calf muscles?" You full on laughed this time and Sinker decided it was his favorite sound in the galaxy. "Be my guest," you told him as you climbed into the bed. He removed the bottom half of his blacks leaving him in his boxers and clambered into the bed with you.

You watched as he got comfortable under the covers, you stayed your distance wondering when you should move closer. Sinker finally settled and looked over at you. You looked hesitant and he smiled warmly at you. "What're you doing over there, c'mere." He lifted his arm up and motioned you closer. You smiled and he could've sworn he saw your eyes light up a bit. You scooted closer and nestled yourself into his side, wrapping your arms around him and laying your head on his bare chest. Sinker put his arm down on your back and pulled the covers up around you both.

"Stars, you're so warm!" You exclaimed, "You're like a human furnace, where have you been all my life!"

Sinker laughed, "I've always been next to ya, sweetheart but never in your bed." You snuggled your head into his chest, relishing in his smooth and warm skin. "Shame," you hummed happily, "Had I known, you would've been in my bed much earlier."

Sinker held you tightly to his side, as if he were to loosen his grip he would lose you. Holding you like this he could feel the difference in temperature, you were so cold compared to him, your small body just couldn't seem to hold heat. He was determined to change that.

"Here, I have a better idea. Climb on top of me," he proposed. You looked up at him questioningly, "What?"

"Just trust me, climb up."

You slowly put your legs on either side of Sinker and he helped move you so you were laying on top of him with your head lying just below his collarbone. In this position your entire body felt like it was absorbing the heat from Sinker's body. You sighed happily again and smiled, resting your hands on his shoulders and closing your eyes. "How's that?" he asked. "Heavenly," You mumbled. Sinker rested his arms on your lower back, cocooning you in warmth and comfort.

Not only was this position comfortable for you but it was for Sinker as well. Even though you were putting all your weight on top of him he felt like he was floating. He wished he wasn’t tired so he could watch you sleep soundly on top of him. Your head was laid a little below his collarbone so his chin fit perfectly on the top of your head, like puzzle pieces that just so happened to fit together seamlessly. He moved one hand to pull the covers over your shoulders. “C-can I ask you something Commander?” You shifted a bit, “Yes, what is it Sinker?”

“Would you have accepted the offer if it was any other clone?”

His question caused you to raise your head off his chest and look into his gorgeous brown eyes. There was almost a fear in his eyes, as if he was afraid of the answer being yes. “No, Sinker, I wouldn’t have,” You concluded. You watched his lips as a wide smile formed on his beautiful face. “You’re special, Sinker. I know the entire army has your face but you’re more than that.” You moved your hand to gently rest on his cheek and he immediately nuzzled into your touch. “No one has your wit, or the specific glint in your eyes, or the brightness of your smile, and definitely not your lovable personality.”

“I like you too, Commander,” He admitted. You moved to kiss his cheek but Sinker moved his head and your lips connected directly. Your other hand went to his other cheek as you both kissed passionately. It was the best feeling Sinker had ever experienced, your lips felt like velvet and he never wanted to let go. But you did both need to breathe and, after a while, your lips broke away. He stared into your (e/c) eyes and you stared into his. “I’m going to sleep very well tonight,” Sinker broke the silence. You broke out into a full, bright smile at his words and laid your head back on his chest. “Sleep soundly, dearest Sinker,” you bid.

This was too much love for Sinker to take in all at once! He moved one hand from your back to stroke through your hair. “Sweet dreams, (Y/n) darling.”

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Commander Wolffe’s day was off to a rough start: firstly, his Sergeant was missing and now the General’s padawan hadn’t shown up for the council meeting. Wolffe had been tasked with finding her; his first stop was her quarters. He knocked on the door. “2nd Commander (L/n), are you in there?” There was no response so he knocked again, louder this time. “2nd Commander (L/n), General Plo needs to see you immediately!” Still no reply. He sighed and decided to just go inside and see if she was in there. “I’m coming in!”

Wolffe entered the code and stepped inside your room. He turned on the lights and noticed the mess right away. He saw your robes thrown over a chair and figured you were probably still sleeping, he made his way to your bedroom door. Something on your desk caught his eye, the top of someone’s blacks had been thrown haphazardly onto your desk. Wolffe’s suspicions grew and he punched the open button on your bedroom door. He took a few steps inside and froze when his eyes registered the sight before him.

You were lying naked on top of Sinker, who also appeared to be naked. You were clearly wrapped in each other’s arms with slight smiles on both of your faces. To Wolffe, it was all too obvious what had happened. Feeling anger bubbling up at the sight of his fellow Commander and his Sergeant in such an intimate position, Wolffe scowled. He punched the button for the lights, bright white flooding the room. You groaned at the sudden change and you could feel Sinker shift beneath you. The sound of a plastoid helmet hitting a table with immense force shocked you both fully awake. You and Sinker turned your heads to see 1st Commander Wolffe standing across the small room looking the angriest either of you had ever seen him.

“Would the two of you like to tell me exactly what the hell is going on here!” He exclaimed, furious.

You were confused until you remembered the position you were both in. It didn’t help that the only blanket covering both of you was placed just under your arms making it look like either of you weren’t wearing any clothes.

“Wolffe I can explain-" You started.

“You had better hope so, young one, because your situation isn't looking so good from where I’m standing,” he snapped.

“Relax Commander, I just offered to help (Y/n) here get to sleep,” Sinker chimed in.

“Likely story, Sinker. You got her to sleep how? By fucking her! Is that what you did!”

You sat up, the blanket falling to reveal that you were indeed wearing clothes. “Wolffe, listen. Sinker offered to help my insomnia by cuddling and sharing body heat, it’s completely normal, you have to believe me.”

“I don’t,” Wolffe said flatly, “General Plo will hear about this.” He turned and started walking out of the bedroom. You reached out and grabbed him with the force, freezing his feet in place. “You can’t keep me like this,” he called back to you. “I think I can,” you replied, an air of playfulness in your voice. “Alright, I’ll just comm the General right now then. He can come see this mess for himself.”

You released your force hold and Wolffe turned around to look at you. “Go tell him then, we’ll be along shortly and I will talk to him and sort things out,” You said. Wolffe huffed and left your room, leaving you and Sinker alone again. You sighed and looked down at Sinker, just now realizing that his hands had been on your waist the entire time.

“What’re we going to do?” He asked. You planted your hands on the bed on both sides of Sinker’s head and looked at him lovingly. “I’ll explain everything to Master Plo Koon and hope that he can clear things up.”

“And if he can’t?” Sinker rubbed his thumbs back and forth on your skin. You shrugged, “I don’t know.”

Sinker sighed and then smirked, “If he can’t help us with this then I sure hope those escape pods are fast.”

#star wars the clone wars #sergeant sinker #sinker x reader

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messrprcngs · 5 years ago

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* MIXED SIGNALS .

SUMMARY : y/n is a kind-hearted, occasionally rude slytherin who’s friends with charlie weasley, a gryffindor in her year. y/n has obvious feelings for him, and their mutual friends are constantly telling her that they think charlie is into her as well. so y/n does the one thing she swore to herself she’d never do : tell charlie about her feelings for him. PAIRING : charlie weasley x female!reader WARNINGS : badly written flangst. badly written in general. reader punches charlie in the face, and charlie’s a bitch. WORD COUNT : 4945 words. this is by FAR the longest thing i’ve ever written. i’m so sorry A/N : hey guys, i’m back with another fic ! this one’s to ( hopefully ) cheer my best friend lizzie up because she has a huge crush on this boy who she thinks doesn’t like her back. unfortunately, she refuses to tell her that i keep calling him a bitch. this is somewhat based on her situation, and i used she/her pronouns to hopefully make it a bit more personal to her. love you lizzie !! f/n = friend’s name ( your slytherin friend ) g/f/n = gryffindor friend’s name

when she first met charlie weasley, y/n l/n had made herself a promise: she was not going to develop a crush on him, no matter how attractive she found him or how kind his eyes looked.

needless to say, y/n broke that promise. almost immediately, actually.

within weeks of being paired up with him in potions for something snape had nicknamed “forced integration,” y/n was beginning to look forward to seeing him during classes, much to the chagrin of her fellow best slytherin friend f/n.

“the whole dorm’ll be after you if they find out you’ve got the hots for a weasley,” f/n had told her on the walk to potions after catching her staring at him in transfiguration one afternoon.

y/n had choked on her spit and turned to face f/n so quickly that she got whiplash. “what in merlin’s beard are you on about? i don’t - ! i could never - for charlie weasley?”

f/n had simply raised one neatly plucked eyebrow and said, “i didn’t say i was referring to charles,” to which y/n had turned away from them and grumbled to herself, a burning heat covering her face.

since then, f/n had warmed up to the idea of y/n having a crush on charlie, and found great pleasure in teasing her about it, as they were doing right now.

“y/n and freckles, sitting in a tree. k - i - s - s -”

“oh, sod off! that’s so childish. what are you, nine?” y/n complained, pushing her lunch around on her plate. she was very steadily beginning to lose her appetite.

“please,” her gryffindor friend g/f/n piped up from next to f/n, “we all know that f/n’s a five year old at heart.”

y/n and f/n were sitting with g/f/n and their other close friend nymphadora tonks - or just tonks, as she preferred - at the hufflepuff table, as it was the only one that would allow all four of them to dine together in relative peace.

f/n looked playfully livid at g/f/n’s comment. “shut up! just because you don’t know how to have any fun doesn’t mean -”

“i’ll have you know, i’m plenty of fun!” g/f/n scoffed, seeming genuinely insulted.

“now, now, you two. i believe that you’re forgetting the point of this conversation: teasing our dear y/n about her oh-so-obvious love for charles weasley,” tonks said, successfully interrupting the other two’s bickering.

wicked smirks spread across g/f/n’s and f/n’s faces, and y/n rolled her eyes, exasperated.

“it’s not love, dora! please, it’s hardly even a crush.”

tonks chose to ignore the other girl’s use of part of her first name and instead said: “yeah, right. we all know that’s a lie, love.”

g/f/n nodded very seriously. “i hate to break it to you, y/n, but you’ve got a huge crush on the lad.”

“though we’ve no idea why,” f/n added.

y/n wrinkled her nose at the pair. “alright, so maybe i like him, just a little bit -”

“more than just a little bit.”

“- but” y/n sent tonks a pointed glare “it’s not love. and besides, even if i did like him as much as you lot think i do, he doesn’t see me like that. we’re just friends.”

“just friends my arse,” g/f/n snorted.

“it’s incredibly obvious he likes you too, y/n,” f/n said.

y/n wasn’t convinced, and it must’ve shown on her face, because both of them rolled their eyes.

“we’re being serious, you know!” g/f/n cried as she bit into a roll. covering her mouth to finish her thought, she mumbled, “you can just tell with the way he is with you during potions. he’s not like that with the rest of us.”

all five of them were in n.e.w.t.s level potions, for a number of reasons. for y/n and g/f/n, it was because they liked the class, though they both found snape . . . a bit sketchy, to say the least; for tonks and charlie, they took the class because their dream careers required it; and f/n took the class because that was what was expected of them, seeing as they came from a whole family of slytherins.

because they all took the class, they’d become closer friends and often walked to and from the dungeon classroom with each other, which was a plus for y/n - it meant she spent more time with charlie. unfortunately, it also meant that her other friends had more time to witness them together and more fuel for their insane theory that charlie liked her, thereby getting the hopes up of the teensy bit of herself which wholeheartedly believed he did like her.

“right . . .” y/n said slowly, setting her fork down and taking a sip of her water instead. “anyway, how do you all think you did on the -”

“ow!” she cried as tonks elbowed her in the ribs, and her water spilled all over her robes and her lunch plate. “what in godric’s name was that for?!”

“charlie’s looking at you from the gryffindor table, love,” tonks replied, smirking.

y/n let her jaw drop open in horror. “you elbowed in the ribs for that?”

tonks raised her eyebrows, glancing pointedly between y/n the gryffindor table in front of them. “he’s still looking at you.”

rolling her eyes, y/n looked in the direction of the gryffindor table, and sure enough, she locked eyes with charlie weasley. she gave him a small smile, and he grinned and sent her a wave.

g/f/n, who had turned to see if tonks was right, turned back around to face y/n. she gave a single, definite nod. “he definitely likes you, y/n.”

y/n and tonks had transfiguration together after lunch. unlike n.e.w.t.s. level potions, there were a number of students in mcgonagall's n.e.w.t.s. level transfiguration class, because unlike snape, mcgonagall's n.e.w.t.s. exam was reasonable.

because of the large number of students taking the course, the need arose for them to be separated by house to manage class sizes: a class right after breakfast with most of the gryffindors, a class halfway before lunch with the ravenclaws and the small number of left over gryffindors, and a class after lunch for the slytherins and hufflepuffs.

it was on the walk to transfiguration, once they’d left their other two friends behind, that tonks began her favorite discussion to have with y/n.

“really, y/n/n,” she said, bumping her elbow into the other girl’s arm. “you’ve got a great chance with weasley; we can all tell he likes you. you should just shoot your shot already.”

tonks had picked up the muggle phrase awhile ago, and y/n didn’t like it one bit.

“i’ve already told you!” y/n groaned. “he doesn’t like me like that. will you please drop it, tonks?”

tonks clicked her tongue. “sure, i’ll drop it.” y/n breathed a sigh of relief. “if you really don’t want to believe that your crush has feelings for you, too.”

y/n turned to her looking very cross. “name one reason why i should believe you when you say he likes me.”

tonks was silent as the pair began to climb one of hogwarts’ moving staircase. she was quiet so long, in fact, that y/n thought that she’d made her point, and couldn’t help feeling a tad disappointed; the fight to get her to confess couldn’t be over that quickly, could it ?

apparently not, because just as y/n had the thought, tonks said, “he’s more of a bitch when he’s with you.”

“excuse me?”

“i mean it in a good way. he annoys you more, on purpose. he’s still nice, obviously - if he weren’t nice you wouldn’t like him - but you know when he takes your purple quill without asking first because he knows you hate it when people tough your quills?”

y/n nodded.

“well, he does it because he wants to get a reaction out of you. probably thinks you’re cute when you’re mad, or something cliche like that.”

“is that all?” y/n questioned, clearly unconvinced. tonks shook her head as they turned the corner a few doors down from transfiguration.

“when he’s not annoying you on purpose, he’s listening to you talk as if he actually cares about what you have to say, which he clearly does. he looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky, too, but thinking too long about that part makes me a bit nauseous.”

y/n wrinkled her nose. “tonks, how do know so much about boys if you’re only into girls?”

tonks’ grin as they got to the transfiguration door was devilish. “because i’ve had to save far too many witches from boys who don’t really like them, and i’ve come to have a second sense for these things.”

the pair was silent as they entered the class. they were silent as they took their seats in the middle of the room, and they were silent yet as they pulled their supplies from their book bags. and then: “do you . . . do you really think that i should tell him, tonks?”

she gave y/n a sweet, genuine smile, her eyes soft. “of course, love. there’s no way he’ll say no to you.”

over the course of the next couple of days, y/n thought long and hard about what tonks had said. did she really think that charlie liked her as more than a friend? maybe. she wasn’t sure if she actually thought that she did or if her hope that he did was just so strong that she’d convinced herself.

either way, she figured that if all three of her closest friends could agree on something, it must’ve been at least partly true.

when saturday came, y/n had made up her mind: she was going to tell charlie how she felt about him.

she found him in the library after she’d finished breakfast. it was his self-allotted study time, and he was there every saturday after breakfast without fail. y/n felt a bit bad knowing she’d be interrupting his studying with her confession, but she hoped that what would happen after she confessed would make her interruption worth it.

he was sitting at a table hidden behind a number of bookshelves, and y/n took a moment to admire him.

he was absolutely gorgeous, no matter what her friends said. his face and neck were covered with freckles, with the highest spattering concentration going across his sharp nose and the tops of his cheeks. they were on the backs of his hands, too, and y/n had noticed a few times when charlie rolled up his sleeves during potions that he had freckles dancing up his arms as well.

his hair was fluffy and unkempt, and a little longer than y/n figured his parents liked. but y/n adored his hair, and wanted desperately to run her fingers through it.

which you’ll get to do, she reminded herself, if you stop being a coward and go over there and tell him.

so she walked closer to his table, and in the blink of an eye she was standing across from him saying, “hey, charlie! can i sit here?”

charlie looked up at her and smiled a bright, kind smile that took her breath away. he was absolutely adorable, and y/n absolutely hated it.

“sure thing, y/n,” he said, watching her as she pulled out the chair across from him and sat down. he looked back up to her face, meeting her eyes again, and his smile grew wider.

“so, y/n, what’re you up to on this fine morning?”

y/n looked away, fiddling with her fingers on the table. “oh, you know. nothing . . . much. had a couple muffins for breakfast.”

charlie laughed. “is that all? that’s not a very balanced diet, y/n/n.”

“oh, shut up!” she replied, her face heating up a bit. “you hardly eat anything for breakfast other than waffles; why should i listen to you?”

“at least i eat them with blueberries,” charlie said with a shrug, looking back down to his parchment to scribble something down.

“and i eat my muffins with jam, like a normal person.”

“i’m offended to know that you think i’m not normal just because i prefer butter to jam,” charlie said, but the still-present smile on his face told y/n that he wasn’t, in fact, all that offended.

“but why’d you really stop by to visit me, y/n? i find it hard to believe that you’d come into the library this early in the morning just to discuss eating habits with me.”

y/n bit her lip, and began to clean her nails to give her nervous hands something to do. “well . . .” she began, making eye contact with him before quickly looking away again. “i wanted to tell . . . i mean, i wanted to let you know that, um -”

“come on, y/n, out with it! you can tell me whatever it is, i promise,” charlie encouraged. y/n looked back up at him, and found that his bright grin had been replaced by a soft smile, warm and inviting, and y/n found herself blurting it out all at once.

“i like you, charlie! really like you! in a more than friends kind of way!”

charlie’s smile drooped into a puzzled frown, and y/n felt an embarrassed heat crawl its way up her arms.

“oh? oh . . . i’m sorry, y/n . . .” charlie said, looking away from her, and she felt her breath catch in her throat. sorry was never good.

“it’s just i - i don’t like you like that, love. you’re a wonderful girl - a wonderful friend, really - and i’m flattered, i am, but . . . you’re really . . . just a friend.”

there’s no way he’ll say no to me my arse. apparently, charlie weasley could say no to her quite easily.

y/n swore she felt her heart stop beating, and it dropped down into her stomach like a stone.

despite this, she smiled at him and said, “oh, that’s alright. i understand, charlotte.”

charlie scrunched up his nose at the nickname. “you’re really alright?” he asked, voice dripping with sincere concern, and despite the fact that her heart was solid as a stone in the pit of her stomach, y/n felt it melt a little.

“‘course i am,” she told him. “i just wanted you to know; i wasn’t looking for my feelings to be reciprocated” - a lie, but charlie didn’t need to know that - “so you’re all good, charlie.”

he looked unconvinced, but didn’t say anything about being so. instead, he said, “i am really sorry, y/n.”

“stop apologizing when you have nothing to apologize for, you git,” y/n teased as she stood up from the chair she’d been sitting in and pushed it in. “now, that was lovely, really it was, but i have to be going now. i promised g/f/n i’d go with her to talk to snape about our last essay.”

that was also a lie: g/f/n wasn’t the type of student to need to talk to professors about her assignments, and even if she was, there was no way in hell that she’d’ve gone to talk to snape, even if it was with y/n.

charlie smiled at her again and waved goodbye. “see you in potions on monday!”

y/n, who had just begun to walk away, turned back and called, “see you in potions, charlotte!” before making her way to the great doors of the library, fighting back tears all the way.

after a day and a half of moping and eating ice cream for dinner, y/n had decided that she was going to make being only friends with charlie work, for both their sakes. she enjoyed his company too much to cut ties with him - too much, even, to ignore him for only a few days - and so going back to only seeing him as a friend was the best option for making sure he wasn’t uncomfortable and she didn’t have a broken heart.

seeing charlie as only a friend proved to be more difficult than she’d anticipated, though. she hadn’t realized she’d liked him as much as it seemed she did, so when she walked into potions the monday after being friend-zoned, telling herself he was strictly a friend now, and found him already turned around in his seat waiting for someone - waiting for her, it seemed, if his grin upon meeting her eye was anything to go by - y/n had the breath knocked out of her.

and was it just her, or had charlie been acting overly-interested lately? in the following weeks, y/n noticed that charlie would do . . . little things, little things that he hadn’t done before she told him she liked him.

he often found excuses to touch her during potions now. he would spread his legs a little wider than usual and rest his knee against her thigh, or lean a little farther to the left, a little closer to her, so that their elbows - sometimes even their whole forearms - were touching.

he’d stopped stealing her quills so often, and had begun to always offer to get up to get ingredients for the potions they made in class. he snuck chocolate frogs into snape’s classroom for her on occasion, too. his excuse was always that he’d seen them hiding in his trunk and decided to bring one in for her on impulse since he knew she got hungry in class, but he’d done it too often now for it to be a coincidence.

it was all very confusing, and y/n didn’t like it one bit. when it had first started happening, her friends had left it alone, not teasing her about how charlie was acting because y/n had told them about her train-wreck of a confession.

they’d all assumed that charlie was only being extra nice to instill the idea that him and y/n were just friends, even if it did seem suspiciously like things someone would do for someone they had feelings for; charlie was a bit daft sometimes, and the group had no doubt that this was one of the occasions where the boy just didn’t know what he was doing.

but they could only hold back on their teasing for so long, and it started up again when charlie decided to sit with them at the hufflepuff table one day.

“he sat with us because he likes you,” g/f/n had said matter-of-factly, which caused y/n to roll her eyes.

“he told me he doesn’t,” she’d sighed, dragging the duh in ‘doesn’t’ out for emphasis.

g/f/n had looked by no means convinced.

that day had turned into two, which turned into three, which turned into five and then ten, and sooner than they knew it their meal-time group of four was expanded to a meal-time group of five.

charlie always squeezed in next to g/f/n, no matter which side of the table she sat at, which made y/n a little jealous, though she constantly reminded herself she had no right to be. charlie didn’t like her - he’d said so himself, to her face. so what if he’d been acting like maybe he liked her? he didn’t.

y/n groaned, taking the open seat on the other side of g/f/n at the hufflepuff table. “remind me again why it’s not friday yet?”

“because it’s only wednesday,” g/f/n replied, munching happily on her morning muffin.

y/n groaned again, falling against g/f/n and burying her face in her shoulder. “i don’t want to go to charms this early in the morning.”

“you go to charms this early in the morning every day, loser” f/n said, and tonks snickered.

y/n didn’t even lift her head up. “don’t care; i stand by what i said.”

“how’d you sleep, y/n?” charlie’s question was so strange that y/n just had to sit up straight, and peered around g/f/n to look at him with a raised eyebrow.

“i slept fine, charlie,” she told him, and took a bite of an apple before continuing. “how . . . did you sleep?”

charlie shrugged. “slept fine. but uhm . . .” he looked down at the table. “there’s a hogsmeade trip saturday, and i was wondering if . . .”

“we’d love to go with you, charlie!” g/f/n cried. “unfortunately, f/n and i are busy, so you and y/n and tonks’ll have to go alone.”

charlie looked startled by g/f/n reply, but grinned at her anyway. “wonderful. just what i wanted to know. it’s a shame you two can’t be joining us, though.”

“i don’t know if i can go, either,” tonks piped up. “i’ve got . . . er, certain matters to deal with here at school.” when you looked up at her in mild alarm, she merely shot you a wink and went back to her oatmeal.

“what she means,” f/n said with a roll of their eyes, “is that she’s got plans to sleep with that ravenclaw girl she’s been eyeing for the past three weeks.”

tonks shrugged, clearly unashamed, and you wrinkled your nose.

“and with that lovely mental image,” you began, swinging your leg over the bench and picking your book bag up from next to you, “i bid you all goodbye.” you picked up a muffin from the plate in the middle of the five of you for the walk to flitwick’s class. on second thought . . . you thought, and reached over to grab two more.

“going to flitwick’s so soon, are we, love?” tonks asked, setting her fork down and resting her chin in her palm.

y/n rolled her eyes, but she didn’t get the chance to respond, as charlie turned around towards her and said, “i’ll come with you!” before shoveling a last bit of egg into his mouth and standing, his book bag already over his shoulder.

y/n blinked. the two of them didn’t have charms together - the slytherins had it with the ravenclaws - so she was confused as to why he wanted to leave with her when she was going in the opposite direction (he had care of magical creatures first thing in the morning, and y/n knew that for a fact).

but instead of asking about it, she simply shrugged, said “alright,” and started walking away from the hufflepuff table, not bothering to wait for charlie.

of course, waiting wasn’t an issue, seeing as he had a good few inches on her, and long legs to boot. within seconds, charlie was matching her stride for stride and then some.

they walked to the doors of the great hall in silence, and y/n couldn’t help but wonder if it was as awkward as she felt it was.

when they exited, she kept walking straight, towards the large staircase in the entrance hall. she’d barely taken two steps, though, when a hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the right. y/n gave a small yelped, startled, and landed against one of the great hall’s open doors with a soft thump.

she found charlie looking down at her, leaning against the door as well. his hand still held her wrist, and his other hand came up to hold her forearm lightly. he was standing too close for comfort - read: to close for just friends - and y/n’s face flushed.

“charlie?” she said his name like a question, though she wasn’t sure what she was asking.

charlie gave her a smile, and it was very unlike his usual smiles: whereas his usual smiles were broad and beaming, this one was small and soft, and it was making y/n very confused.

“you know, i wasn’t going to ask the whole group if they wanted to go to hogsmeade on saturday,” he said, voice as soft as his smile. y/n felt her heart drop into her stomach, very much like it did weeks ago when he’d told her she was just a friend.

“you weren’t?”

he shook his head, and when it stilled y/n noticed that he was glancing between her eyes and her lips. she sucked her lips into her mouth, slightly panicked and very nervous. they were just friends! so why did it look to y/n like charlie really wanted to kiss her?

he didn’t say anything else, so instead she asked, “who . . . who were you going to ask?”

charlie shuffled a bit closer to her. “you,” he said, and he was staring into her eyes so intently that y/n felt the panic bubbling up from her gut. it bubbled up into her throat like bile, and suddenly y/n was so overwhelmed that she did the first thing she could think of.

she pulled her arm up - quickly - and punched charlie weasley straight in the nose.

charlie cried out, his hands flying up to cover his nose as he jerked back. “what the bloody hell was that for?!”

“i’m sorry, i panicked!” she said, eyes wide with horror. she really hadn’t meant to punch him; it was simply impulse.

good luck telling that to mcgonagall.

“what in godric’s name made you so panicked that you punched me?!”

“you were being a bitch!” both of them were yelling, and y/n was surprised that no one had come out of the great hall to see what all the yelling was about.

“i was being a bitch?” he asked, incredulous. “how?”

“you - you were sending a bunch of mixed signals and -”

“so you punched me?!”

“yes!”

charlie pulled his hand away from his nose and inspected it. his nose wasn’t bleeding - which didn’t surprise y/n in the slightest, because the punch had been horrible - but it was an angry shade of red, more violent and unflattering even than his hair.

when he was satisfied, he looked back at y/n. “what mixed signals was i sending?”

he didn’t sound angry, which relieved y/n beyond belief. “you - you wanted to . . . go with me to hogsmeade,” she said, sounding unsure.

charlie cocked his head, like a curious puppy. “and so you punched me in the face?”

y/n felt her face burning again. godric, why was she so prone to doing that around this boy?

“alone,” she said defensively, folding her arms over her chest and letting herself slouch a bit. “you wanted to go with me to hogsmeade alone.”

charlie opened his mouth, but y/n cut him off before he could say anything. “and the chocolate frogs! and all the touching! it’s very confusing, because you told me that i was just a friend, and i wanted to respect that and then the sitting with us at meals! you never used to sit with us before! and so then i think that maybe - but you only sit next to g/f/n, and then i think that you like her, but you only started sitting with us after i told you how i felt!”

charlie looked away from y/n, and his hand came up to rub the back of his neck sheepishly. “well . . .” he started. he looked back up at her, and she raised an eyebrow expectantly. he sighed.

“after you told me you liked me, i got to thinking and . . . i realized that i . . . liked you too. and i know how it sounds!” charlie added hurriedly, seeing the doubt in y/n’s eyes. “and i thought that i only started to like you like that because you’d told me that you liked me like that, and i tried to forget about it and stick to being just friends with you, but then we were sitting in potions one day and you were doodling on your arm with a pen and you looked so concentrated and - and i don’t know, but i realized that it wasn’t just a suggestion thing, but that i - that i - that i really like you.”

y/n was a bit startled by charlie’s outburst, seeing as he didn’t talk much about his feelings, nor did he stutter; he just wasn’t the type.

charlie fiddled with the sleeves of his robes after finishing his rant - a clear sign that he was nervous, and his distress only increased as you remained silent. “well?”

"did you think that our hogsmeade trip was going to be like a date?”

charlie looked taken aback. “i mean . . . i suppose so?”

“that’s a prick move you know. telling me we’re just friends and then deciding you like me and asking me out on a date.”

“i’m beginning to realize that.”

you nodded, satisfied with his answer. “good.”

“do you . . . do you still like me, too?”

y/n rolled her eyes, but said, “of course i still like you, you imbecile.”

“and . . . and do you still want to go to hogsmeade with me?” he looked so hopeful and anxious all at once that y/n just had to let her face soften.

“of course.” charlie perked up immediately.

“but,” she continued, “i want you to know that nothing may come out if it at first. you told me you only saw me as a friend, and then suddenly you’re telling me you like me; i’m going to need some time to process.”

he gave her a lopsided grin. “i’m okay with that.”

she smiled at him softly. “good. now, let’s get you to the hospital wing, yeah?”

charlie nodded, still smiling at her, and y/n stepped forward, looped her arm through his, and started on the way to the hospital wing, pulling him along with her.

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talesfromlissom · 4 years ago

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heyyyyy, idk if u will recognize me from my writing style, but im back!! May I have young!genji with really bad intrusive thoughts (for example : go blackmail so and so . ). I have been having issues with them recently. I have horrible paranoia too, and it doesnt help. basically , s/o sort of zones out and sort of just... rocks back and forth. one night , genji keeps calling s/o with no response. He gets worried and goes over to s/o house and just seems them, staring off and rocking. Genji has to try and snap them out of it by making them laugh, and it eventually works. tysm in advance! sry if this isn’t enuf info, brain shortage :( 💚🧡💚🧡

lol its okay. I also switched the roles lol. !TW! There's a small section that includes homophobia. Be wary. It isn't slurs or anything, just someone calling homosexuality disgusting.

Maybe it was the clan elders that had engraved this toxic honor system into his mind. He knows what honor is, actual honor. But the sick and twisted version that the clan elders have tried to teach him since he could comprehend words is not what honor is.

Unlike his brother, Genji takes no pride in what his clan does. What he’s seen his father do. He knows they’re powerful, that people respect them, but there’s no need to traffic weapons and such in order to ensure that. The blackmail is the worst. He doesn’t feel powerful, knowing he could ruin someone’s life with the information in the envelopes or data drives that he is given if he opens his mouth.

Genji dreams about a superhero. A masked vigilante who will take him away from this place, like one of his favorite characters, Green Sentai. You were close enough. You weren’t a superhero, you didn’t have any powers, but you sure as hell knew how to pick a fight and win. You were from another clan, and you swooped in just like he imaged this dreamy superhero did.

He wasn’t surprised when you two started dating. Wasn’t surprised when slurs were thrown and whispered as well.

‘It’s unbecoming of you to be with a man. It’s disgusting even.’ One clan elder had said directly to his face. Genji had punched her in the nose.

It's one of these nights that he doesn’t go out, that he stares at the fan above his bed, lost in his thoughts. Thinking about these things. These intrusive thoughts plague his mind like a rabid dog sinking its teeth into a rabbit.

His phone rings again, and he ignores it. It’s probably you. You’re the only person who calls him. Hanzo doesn’t speak to him anymore. The phone rings one final time. Then it stops.

Genji doesn’t care, too consumed by everything that he can’t find it in himself to even care a little. Maybe that was the last straw for you. Maybe you’ve finally realized how shitty of a person, how shitty of a boyfriend he is.

It’s late, he can tell by how quiet the palace is. This place is locked down, and Genji is trained to just know when somebody is nearby.

Soba makes herself known, curling herself around him as he zones out again.

Genji jumps when a knock startles him from his thoughts. He sits up on his elbows, eyes narrowing at the door to his left. The knocking came again, this time he looks to his right.

He sees your (H/C) at the bottom of the window. Your head pokes up and sees that you're gripping onto the window sill.

Genji slowly lays back down. “Please...go away.”

You frown.

“Genji-chan?” Your voice says outside.

Genji zones out again. Genji doesn’t look when he hears the rustling of clothing. The window slides open. You climb in, not saying a word at first, just softly smiling at him.

“Hey...are you alright?” You ask.

Genji doesn’t reply.

“I...uh...you didn’t answer my calls, so I assumed you weren’t feeling well,” You start, placing a plastic bag on the end of the bed, taking off your shoes, and scooching up next to him. “I bought you ramen.”

That brings him out of his state for a moment.

“From Rikimaru?” He whispers, not turning to look at you.

You scoff. “Please. It looks good but that stuff’s crap. I got your favorite, from Gozan’s.”

Genji turns towards you. “All the way…?”

You nod.

“I..figured you’d be in a bad moon, and you did say ramen helped perk you up, so.”

You get up, grabbing the plastic bag, and beginning to untie the handles. “It might be a bit cold, sorry.”

Genji presses his lips together as you take out the plastic container of ramen. “Ichiko-san let me take a pair of chopsticks with me too. So…” You pop the lid open.

Genji sits up, Soba eyes the ramen, drifting over and sniffing the steam that flows from the top of the plastic container.

You scooch back over to him. “Are you hungry?”

Genji shakes his head. You don’t say a word as you place the ramen, on the nightstand to your right. You wrap your arms around him.

“You know what happened while I was there? Ichiko-san almost fell over because of Yui-san’s dog.”

“Mochi…?”

You nod, patting his hair.

“Yeah. I felt bad for laughing at them.” You mutter. “I’m pretty sure they charged me more because I did.”

Genji chuckled at this.

“I almost got caught by Hanzo too. I was climbing on the roofs when he almost shot me and I fell.” you said. “Does your brother even sleep? Like c’mon, I know you’re the heir to a ‘vast criminal empire’,” Your voice goes deeper, trying to sound like Hanzo. “But calm down.”

Genji snorts, making fists into your shirt.

“He started wagging his finger at me like somebody’s grandmother. Saying stuff like ‘I could’ve killed you. You should be more careful, I will not miss a second time.” You pause. “I watched him miss a lot of the targets though afterwards.”

That’s it. Genji lost it at that moment.

“No. No he does not sleep-” Genji says between his laughter. “I don’t think the clan elders would allow it.”

You snort, your grip tightening. “I don’t think they’d even let him go to the bathroom unless he did something for him,” You reply. “Hanzo Shimada, you cannot take a shit! There is too much paperwork for you to do!”

Genji laughs again, resting his head on your shoulder.

“Hmm...thank you.”

“For what?”

“For...everything. My brother wouldn’t do something like this for me.”

You roll your eyes, brushing his hair back and planting a kiss on his forehead. “I’m not your brother Genji.” You pause. “I’m also not a shitty person either.”

“My brother is not a bad person.” Genji pauses. “He just acts like it.”

You frown. “Yeah...sure.”

You lean back, falling onto the bed.

“Are you feeling better now?”

Genji nods. “For now...stay with me?”

You smile. “Always.”

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onyxiana-is-obsessed · 5 years ago

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Candy | Tamaki Amajiki x Villain!Reader

Disclaimer: Tamaki is over the age of 18 since the reader is 22. Pronouns used: She/her. Length: 2k words. Warnings: Mentions of cannibalism... yeah this took a turn for the worst lol there’s nothing graphic though.

Summary: You’ve had your eye on the most amazing hero ever, Suneater. It’s time you finally claim your prize.

Full Name: (y/f/n) Quirk: Candy; the user's body smells and tastes like candy. Smelling hypnotizes the victim and tasting drives them mad until the user is there to control them. Age: 22 Villain Name: (v/n) (something candy-related or you can just be called Candy). Villain Rank: A

She had watched him for a long while, she'd been in love with him for a long time and she was going to make him her own. (f/n) hung off the edge of the large building, her (long/short) (h/c) locks flowed in the wind; her beautiful (e/c) eyes watched his frame as he followed Fat Gum and Red Riot. Her red, glossy lips tilted up into a smile as she pulled herself back up onto the roof.

"You will be mine, Tamaki Amajiki. The world will see your downfall." She whispered to herself, a look of pure evil in her eyes.

During a villain attack, Tamaki had been separated from both Kirishima and Fat Gum and was currently looking for them. He ran into an alleyway, in search of a shortcut, when he felt something hit the back of his head. Stopping, he turned his head and looked up, only able to catch sight of glowing (e/c) eyes and (long/short) hair flowing in the wind. The figure jumped down a distance away and started to run.

This could've been another villain, so Tamaki decided to ditch the search for Fat Gum and Kirishima, instead choosing to chase after the figure. The figure ran deeper into the alley, being followed by the pro-hero-in-training. Tamaki noted that he could smell something sweet... and it definitely wasn't the dirty alley. It must've been the girl. The two zigzagged through the darkened street until the figure stopped in front of a dead end.

Tamaki came to a halt behind them and he realized the figure was a woman. His eyes widened as his cheeks turned red when he noticed their outfit (Preferably something skin-tight or short). The outfit hugged her figure, her curves, especially her butt. She turned around, her (e/c) eyes meeting his. He felt a shiver slither down his spine which made him clench his fists.

"Suneater, what a pleasure this is." Her voice was so... sultry. "You chose to give up the search for your friends... to come after me? Oh! How sweet!" She slowly approached him, her (heels/shoes) clicking on the ground, echoing in the silent alley. Her slender hand touched his arm, slowly moving to his shoulder, then his back, all the way around to his chest, as she walked around him. He inhaled, her sweet scent filling his nose. So it was her. "My, my, I can feel your muscles." The shy hero's face turned a deeper shade of red as he felt the need to hide against the wall.

"Wh-who... a-ar-" Her finger came up to her own lips, silencing him. Her glossy lips twitched up into a smile.

"You'd be such a wonderful villain," his eyes widened as he realized she was the enemy. "The villain: Suneater! Sounds terrifying, no?" She laughed. "Imagine, going up against Fat and Red Riot, showing them your true powers! Being on our side... how I long to see you as a villain. Come on, Suneater. Won't you join me." His shocked expression turned into a glare as he backed up. The audacity.

"I'll never be a villain!" This made her laugh even more.

"Oh, Suneater... so you can yell. Your demeanor is so interesting... you're so shy yet you want to be a hero. Do you realize the confidence that requires? You're easily put off when someone so much as insults you, you can't handle criticism, and when you're in front of a crowd, you freak and need to run away. What kind of hero is that? At least... Lemillion isn't like that." Tamaki felt the anxiety start to creep in as the woman spoke. "You're not made to be a hero Suneater. You can't handle what it takes to be a hero." Her smile was gone, replaced by a dark look. "Join me."

"NEVER!" He yelled, readying himself for a fight. "I'll be a hero! I'll be just like Lemillion and all the others!" Before he could react, the girl was already in front of him, her lips on his. His eyes widened, his body turning into a statue. Her lips were so... sweet... literally. The taste was like candy... sweet (flavor of candy). The girl pulled away, looking up to meet his terrified eyes.

"You've finally met your match." She moved away and started to scale the building and Tamaki was able to see her agility and acrobatic skills. Within ten seconds, she had reached the top and disappeared into the night.

Shaking his head, he turned around and ran out of the alley, continuing his search for Fat Gum and Red Riot. When he did find them, he was sure to tell them about the woman he'd met. Fat Gum asked him plenty of questions and Tamaki answered them all honestly, even telling him about the kiss. Fat Gum had never heard of the woman before and reassured Tamaki that everything would be fine and to keep his distance from the woman.

~**~

As the days went on, Tamaki found himself more restless than usual. That night, when he'd returned home, all he could think about was the woman. Her (your figure) figure invaded his mind, how her outfit showed off those curves, how beautiful her eyes were... how delectably sweet those lips were.

Tamaki was able to push those thoughts away for the first three days, after that, all he could think about was her. He found it harder to focus on hero work, he was unable to hold conversations, his mind kept returning to her when she walked around him, and especially that kiss. He would often dream about the kiss and their short interaction. Sometimes he'd fantasize about meetings, whether they were just talking, kissing, or doing more intimate things.

About a week later, he was a complete mess. He'd pushed himself to go tell Fat Gum, who'd invited more heroes to come help. Nejire, Mirio, Red Riot, and members from the Nighteye Agency were also there as they decided to finally track down the woman.

"I-I can't get her out of my head," Tamaki explained. "All I think about is her! I don't think I've had a minute where I've thought about something else." The male gripped his head as more images of her returned to him. "I... I need her."

"Tamaki!" Mirio called, running to his friend, who'd fallen to his knees. Nejire also ran to him, along with Fat Gum and Kirishima.

"Whatever's affecting you must be part of her quirk. We'll need to find her as soon as we can." Fat Gum stated making Tamaki look up at him.

"Yes! I need to see her!" The desperation in his eyes terrified the others. Whatever she did to him was ruining him.

"No, you can't. You have to stay away from her." Fat Gum responded with, causing the indigo-haired male to argue back. However, the decision had been made. No matter what he said, everyone was against him. Soon, he surrendered, agreeing to stay back while the others went looking for the woman. Due to the way Tamaki was acting, they couldn’t trust him and believed it was best if he was locked in a room so he couldn't leave.

Tamaki restlessly moved around the room, returning every now and then to bang on the door, screaming for help. He could feel himself unraveling and falling apart, he needed that girl. He needed her right now!

His eyes landed on the window, where he could see the night sky outside. The stars winking at him- taunting him. He got up, running the window and looking down. He was so high up and jumping would kill him, no doubt. He hadn’t had any chicken that day, so he wouldn’t be able to manifest a pair of wings to save him.

Tamaki backed away, falling onto the ground and crawling to the wall behind him, letting out a scream as he punched the walls repeatedly. He could hear her voice, he could hear her laughter and it was so annoying! Why couldn’t she just leave him alone?! Why couldn’t she just go away?!

Tamaki stopped suddenly when there was a crash behind him. He froze, unable to move, until a familiar scent filled his nose. He frantically turned around, seeing the same woman behind him.

She stood tall with a smirk as he crawled over to her, kneeling before her. (f/n) could see how her quirk had affected him and she couldn't have been happier. Tamaki could feel a sense of relief as soon as he saw her, breathing out as he felt his mind started to feel clearer. The woman crouched down in front of him, holding a bag in her head.

"I've brought you food, Suneater." He, without hesitation, took the bag from her hand and opened it up. He could smell his favorite inside. Before he could take the food out, the girl suggested they move to the table, to which he accepted.

He began eating, feeling as normal as he did before meeting the girl. He didn't know what her quirk was and to be frank, he didn't care. He had her and he was happy. The girl watched silently with an amused look on her face as he ate.

"Tell me Suneater," She started, making him look up at her as he swallowed a piece of meat. Unsure of whether it was pork or not, tasted awful lot like it. "How are you feeling?"

"Better." He responded, causing the woman to smile. "I-I don't even know y-your name." He stuttered, looking away with a blush on his face.

"I'm (y/f/n), a pleasure to meet you."

"N-nice to meet you too." He stated as he continued to eat. The two made small talk until he was completely finished with this food.

"Suneater?" He looked up at her again. "Will you join me now?"

"Yes," Tamaki responded without hesitation. He pulled the girl onto his lap, hugging her close, breathing in her scent. Her skin smelled so sickeningly sweet... just like the air around her. He tried to hold back, he tried to control himself, but it was so hard when his object of desire was finally in his arms.

Unable to help himself, his tongue grazed across her exposed shoulder. It was her skin... that's what emitted that beautiful scent. He noted that her skin wasn’t as sugary as her lips. Her sweet aroma matched her taste. "You... your skin tastes... good. So good."

“Thank you.” (f/n) responded quietly, letting him do as he pleased. He’d fallen into her trap and there was no one that could save him now.

“Just like... (candy).”

"What do humans taste like, Tamaki?" She asked suddenly after a few minutes of being quiet. He kissed her neck, needing more of whatever she was. He was caught off guard by her question, but in his mind, he hoped it was like her.

"I don't know."

"You should,” she proclaimed “you just had some." She felt him freeze, the arm around her waist tightening.

"Wh-what?" His eyes widened, his heart started beating wildly in his chest, and he felt dizzy. No... he... she was lying!

"Relax. It's just a human. Nothing crazy." He could feel the food starting to push its way up again. No, he was a hero! He was a hero and- and- he... was a hero. “There, there, Suneater. Who cares, you just needed me right?” Any bit of hesitation and resolution he had left shattered right then and there. She had succeeded in breaking him.

Instead of letting go and pushing her away, Tamaki hugged her closer, closing his eyes and resting his nose against the back of her neck. Who cared? He had her and that's all he wanted. "Let's get you out of here, Suneater."

~**~

"What do you mean he's gone?!" Fat Gum yelled, as he'd arrived at his own agency where they’d left Tamaki. However, the entire place was a mess and apparently, he'd broken out, killing anyone who got in his way. The team had been searching all day and had finally returned for the night; needing some much-earned rest. However, they weren't nearly prepared for what they heard next.

"It's worse. He... ate some people." Mirio and Nejire's eyes widened as their hearts stopped. "He killed that woman," The officer pointed towards the ambulance. Their gazes followed suit and they saw an arm that had chunks taken off. "He ate part of her arm. There was a woman with him, I believe the woman you were looking for. She broke through the window in his room... we're unsure about what happened but he left like this. Claiming he'd eat everything... including the sun."

The aftermath was terrifying. The heroes looked upon multiple dead bodies with large chunks taken off their bodies. Tamaki had eaten parts of the people he killed and because of how powerful he was, no one could stop him. Anyone who survived was alive because they managed to escape, meaning Tamaki wasn’t chasing them down. Now, he was gone with that woman. Mirio vowed to find his best friend and bring him back, even if he barely knew where to start.

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cherry-moonlight · 4 years ago

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Life Could Be A Dream

{NOS4A2 - Charlie Manx x Reader}

{A/N - Also on AO3 under CherryMoonlight} Hi! I have been obsessed with NOS4A2, and while I haven’t read the book yet (don’t judge me), the show is incredible. I haven’t written anything in a year or so, and I know I owe plenty of other stories, but this series came to me in a dream and I’m just so happy to be off hiatus and inspired again! That being said, this is a first person POV reader insert, and pretty much just not very canon but I’m having fun writing it and I hope you have fun reading it should you choose to! PS — I’m crushing hard on Charlie Manx so definitely expect some of that at some point. (I know, how dare I considering the whole virgin thing- but really, how could I not?!)

Warnings: Abusive parents (verbal, physical, emotional), alcoholism, drug use.

Chapter One - Long Overdue

Snowflakes fell like ashes from the sky as I walked forward down a snowy road I’d seen many times before. Despite the chill in the air, my skin didn’t react to the bitter coldness. I wasn’t bothered by the gentle wind or the glistening ice. It was as though the cold could touch me, but I couldn’t feel it.

Deep green pine trees doused with pure white lined the road as far as the eye could see in every direction but up and down. My eyes searched for something— anything, that could tell me what was happening; why I kept being brought to this particular place. There had to be some kind of sign.. Some kind of message I was to receive. Everything had a reason in my mind, bad or good, and this dream was no exception.

Much further down the road, there were glittering lights that danced in a blurred haze on the horizon. But no matter how far or how long I walked, they never grew closer.

“{Y/N}!” I heard what sounded like a small child’s excited whisper, as though they were taunting me, rather than calling out to me.

This is new..

I turned around immediately, looking for the source of the disembodied voice as a slight pang of panic rose in my chest. Though I wasn’t sure what was happening, the fear began to manifest anyway, giving me some kind of indication that this might become a nightmare.

A faint giggle echoed from the other direction, and I turned to face it, too. With a shake of my head and a moment to steady my breathing, I reminded myself that I was in control..

Or was I?

I picked up the pace to a brisk walk, not wanting to will myself awake just yet. The lights ahead of me stayed exactly where they were, but the sweet scent of peppermint mixing with pine began to fill my nostrils. It was pleasant, almost addicting right from the first whiff.

Still, I lowered my eyes to the ground, almost afraid of what I might see if I looked around so carelessly.

Another reverberated giggle filled the air, but this time it was accompanied by my name again. When I looked up from the white ground beneath my feet, I saw a small figure dash across the road. Just beyond that, the lights in the distance began to grow clearer before me.

“I can see..” I mumbled under my breath a bit too happily as I began to run, not wanting to miss the opportunity to finally find out what was beyond the long road.

My hair whipped around my face, and I knew if I could feel the air around me, it would’ve stung my skin. My breath formed small white clouds around my mouth as I continued, and just when I thought I could make out what lay in front of me, I was grabbed by small hands from behind, the excruciating pain of a sharp bite digging into the back of my shoulder, until—

I jolted awake, sitting upright as my {E/C} eyes pried themselves open to absorb where I actually was. Everything felt foggy, and as I clutched the shirt I wore with a trembling hand, I tried my best to ground myself.

A record I had on a turntable spun in what seemed like endless circles at the end of the track list and everything was quiet, save for the static. Looking out towards the frosty window, the ice climbing around the edges like spiderwebs offered me a sense of comfort. The world was cold, but inside, everything was warm and cozy. I was safe, and this was only a dream I’d been having for years— even if a few things had suddenly changed.

I stood up, working on slowing my breathing as I lifted the needle from the record and set it in its place, turning the player off. My mind roamed back to the dream I’d just had. It was strange that out of all the time it plagued my sleep, something had finally been different. It felt stranger than usual as I mulled over the way I heard children and saw the lights come a bit more into focus this time. There was something about it that I couldn’t quite place. It reminded me of the holidays— my favorite time of year despite the way I grew up. Christmas was my favorite holiday, always allowing me to get lost in everyone else’s joy and excitement. Watching heartwarming films and seeing the way the community came together to decorate their homes.. It reminded me of what being a child should’ve felt like, even though there was never any indication that Christmas even existed in my house. For as long as I could remember, not a tree, nor a present ever graced my December’s.

As I moved to the vanity to fix my appearance, I came to the conclusion that I was just excited for Christmas’s arrival, and my dream was a reflection of that. This year, I wanted to buy a small tree for my room and decorate it the way I wanted. I was an adult now, and no one could tell me any different.

“{Y/N}!” I heard my mother scream from downstairs, eliciting an automatic eye roll from me. “Come down here, now!”

With a huff, I did as I was told, despite being eighteen, I still lived under her roof and had to abide by her insane rules.

My mother and I never quite got along. As a child, she consoled herself with prescription pills and alcohol, and I never really had a father. My older brother split with him the moment he walked out of the door when I was seven, which is when my only recollection of Christmas’s ended, leaving them like a far too distant memory to me.

My dad never bothered to take me with him, or even call me afterwards. Neither did my brother. I didn’t know what I did wrong, but as time moved on, I realized they’d simply abandoned me with her. I supposed that they assumed I’d end up the same way. Not able to blame them, I never bothered to reach out, either. I had my dad’s number, I stole it from a sticky note my mom had gotten from one of their mutual friends. But if they wanted to contact me, they would. Sometimes, when my mom had locked me in the closet for “being too happy,” or hit me for answering a question in a way she didn’t like, I really wished they would’ve.

Since then, I’ve had to learn to take care of myself. When she was passed out on the floor for what felt like days on end, I was in charge of things like food and getting myself to school. The microwave was my best friend early on, and unlike most other kids, I was glad I had school to escape to.

I’d never quite forgiven her for ruining my childhood. Sometimes, I’d see the other kids getting picked up by their parents; the care in their eyes, the love in their hearts. It was all very comforting to watch. I cried myself to sleep countless nights wondering why I couldn’t have parents who cared for me the same way.

When my mother was awake, it was constant belittling and berating. Being so young, I had no idea I could be such a mistake and a screw up so soon, if at all. But there was dear old mom, ready to remind me at a moment's notice. Something as simple as dropping a pencil on the floor earned me an ear full of being a klutz and completely worthless to the world. If I even looked at her in a way she didn’t like, I felt her wrath.

But as time went on, she gradually got worse. She built up more of a tolerance to whatever she was taking, making her perfectly functional to the rest of society, but twice as abusive to me. No matter how old I got, I remained the punching bag. I’d thought she took out the anger of losing my father and brother on me, but later I couldn’t help but think it felt like she just liked hurting me.

Before I exited my room, I looked at a small cedar chest with a heart shaped lock that sat atop my dresser. It was my saving grace these days, the only thing that kept me sane. It held money I’d been putting away to get my own place, and a few other things that were important to me, like the note with my dad’s number and a small locket I had been gifted as a child.

Soon. Soon I’d never have to hear her voice or see her face again.

My feet shuffled to the bottom of the stairs and I inhaled and counted to four, then exhaled and counted to four; a small tactic that I used to deal with her. Turning the corner into the kitchen, I saw her sitting at the wooden table, glass of whatever the day's poison was in hand, waiting for me with a crisp white sheet of paper in front of her.

“What is this?” she questioned, the annoyance thick in her voice already.

I peeked over her shoulder. It was paperwork from a therapy session a friend let me take from her almost a year ago. I hadn’t wanted to do it, but she insisted once I explained just a portion of my life to her.

“You went through my things?” Was all I could manage.

I was bubbling with anger, but trying my best not to fly off the handle.

She wasn’t worth it, I reminded myself.

“You went to therapy? After all I’ve done for you, you felt like you needed… Help?”

She spat the word “help” out as though it were venom on the tongue. I was still processing the fact that she felt as though she’d raised me well, or really even at all. How dare she think she was there for me at all.

“Well? Answer me, {Y/N}!”

Lost for words, I stammered a bit, unsure of what to say. The last thing I felt like doing was fighting with her, and in that moment, I had no idea where to begin to tell her off.

“I— Just.. There’s—“

“I know you’ve always been a little slow,” she snorted. “But you can’t even answer a question these days..”

“That’s it! I’m sick of you! How dare you—” I snapped, but before I even had time to finish another thought, she was up from the chair and her hand had roughly connected with my cheek.

Stunned from the stinging sensation, I stared at her blankly. Though it used to be a daily occurrence, it had been a long time since she’d hit me, and the act only dredged up memories that I thought I’d gotten over. I shook my head, and without another word, I went upstairs, slipped into my favorite combat boots, grabbed a jacket and my bag and placed my cedar chest in it before making my way to the front door in a rushed cloud of hurt and anger.

“If you walk out of this house, you’re not coming back! I’ll leave your shit on the curb and I’ll never see your ungrateful ass again!” she called out, her voice hoarse with crazed, manic emotion.

“I wouldn’t come back if this were the last place on earth,” was all I said, opening the door to leave.

I heard the rattling of a pill bottle being frantically emptied and breathed a quiet laugh of disbelief before slamming the door shut. There was no care to be had in my mind or heart anymore. Maybe it was wrong, but I had taken too much from that woman. I was done sticking around and pretending to care in the hopes that she’d change one day.

Looking out ahead of me for a moment, I slid into my jacket and slung my bag over my shoulder. Closing the door with the intention of never looking back should’ve been the best day of my life. Instead, I felt anxious beyond belief.

Leaving with no plan as to where I was going wasn’t how I wanted to end things. I’d managed to stick around for eighteen years, and almost felt silly for letting this small encounter become the straw that broke the camel's back.

At the same time, eighteen years is a long time to go on the way I did. It was overdue.

As I walked into the snow, I realized how alone I truly was. No parents, no siblings. No family. I couldn’t burden my friends to deal with the mess my life had become. I lived in what could be considered the middle of nowhere. It was freezing and I had nowhere to go. I raised myself for so long, I didn’t know if I was actually expecting to be able to take care of myself in a situation like this or not, should it happen. But as I reached the end of my driveway and looked down the road, I was reminded of my recurring dream. It looked the same— the trees and the glistening snow atop them. The only thing missing was the dazzling lights at the end of the stretch. How I never put it together that this scenery was near identical before, I wasn’t sure.

It was then that I wondered if this is what my dream had been trying to tell me all along..

That I’d be walking a cold, lonely road to nowhere.

#nos4a2 #charlie manx x reader #fanfiction #nos4a2 fanfiction #charlie manx #charlie manx fanfiction #fanfic #christmasland #series

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kyber-kisses · 5 years ago

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Attacked ( Dean x Reader )

Summary: When Dean and the reader leave to go on a supply run things don’t go exactly as planned when a few unfriendly faces decide to show up...

Warnings: Violence ( just the normal spn level stuff)

A/N: I literally just had a dream about this and I woke up and realized it would make a perfect Drabble. I hope you guys like it! ( also I had to write this on mobile so I’m sorry if it looks a bit odd)

One of the very last things you ever expected to be doing on a Friday night was going on a supply run for the bunker. If there were no cases Friday nights were strictly reserved for movie nights. Yet here you were, sliding into the next to Dean, surrounded by what could only be a few dozen grocery bags.

“ so why did you drag me along with you to go get groceries?” You questioned, fiddling with the unopened can of Pringle’s you had just bought.

“ Because y/n it’s my job to make you miserable.” A light smirk crosses his face as he stuck the key into the ignition.

“Haha very funny. . . You know if you had just- I don’t know, not lost at Rock Paper Scissors we would both be back at the bunker right now watching spy movies.” You shrugged, popping a Pringle into your mouth before handing the can over to Dean.

“ How does paper beat rock? How?” He grumbled as the two of you rolled out of the parking lot.

Beyond the tree line the sun was sinking below the horizon, and the last rays of sunlight leaked through the trees, lining them with a border of gold. The sky was already darkening to the east as the first few stars peaked out. The windows were rolled down, letting in the scent of warm summer air.

From the view outside the window you shifted your eyes to look over at the green eyed driver. The street lights flickered across his features and you could see he had a relaxed smile resting on his face. How could you possibly tell Dean Winchester you had feelings for him? The two of you had known each other since you were sixteen. You didn’t want to ruin a friendship like that.

“ what are you looking at?” Dean questioned, shifting his eyes from the road to you, even if it only was for a second.

Shit. He caught you.

“ Oh, just the mass amount of crumbs you have all over your face.” You reached forward to fiddle with the volume.

“Wha-“ you watched as dean quickly reached for the rear view mirror, turning it towards his face.

“Y/n there’s nothing on my face.” He turned to look at you, a hint of annoyance on his features.

“Oh, then it must just have been your freckles.” You shrugged. A smile spread across your face as you heard Dean let out an exasperated gasp.

“You are a savage!”

“ oh but that’s why you love me.” You teased, tilting your head to look at the hunter. What you didn’t expect to see was a light red creeping up his cheeks. Was- was Dean Winchester blushing?

“ We should uh- probably stop and get gas before heading back.” You nodded. Dean peeked down at the gas gauge nodding in agreement.

“Probably wouldn’t hurt.”

The moment you pulled into the gas station you felt something was off. It was an old gas station, sitting on the corner of an empty intersection. You couldn’t see any other buildings near by except the station. You would be caught here dead if you were alone, but Dean was here and that was good enough. The two of you slid out of the impala.

“Here.” You looked over the roof of the impala to see Dean toss you his wallet. “ if you go pay, I’ll fill up.”

You threw a thumbs up before crossing the pavement and entering the convenience store. Knowing it would take a few minutes to fill up, you chose to walk down the isles of crappy junk food. Seeing a bag of gummy bears you snatched it up. They were one of Deans favorites, maybe you could pass it off as an I’m sorry gift for the joke you made in the car. As you turned to head back towards the register you ran right into someone.

“ I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you the-“ you fell short when the person turned around to reveal black eyes. You were caught so off guard you didn’t even have time to defend yourself before a fist came flying into your nose, knocking you back onto the tile floor. The punch was strong enough to jumble your senses and make you fall back into unconsciousness.

Dean leaned back against the side of the impala, breathing in the warm summer night air, and tapping his fingers to the beat of the song playing out of the radio. His mind wandering back to y/n. Y/n with her big y/e/c eyes and crazy sense of humor, not to mention her give em hell attitude. Dean was never one to really speak his feelings, but he would admit ( at least in his head ) that he was completly and totally in love with you.

After another minute or two, Deans eyebrows knitted together. You still hadn’t come out yet. It should have only taken a minute. He turned to look across the parking lot, and at that same moment the windows of the conscience store shattered. Glass scattering across the pavement. That was all that was need to send Dean practically vaulting over the hood of the impala and into a sprint towards the doors. Before he could even reach his hand out for the door, he was slammed onto the ground by not one, but two very burley men who shared the same lifeless black eyes.

“Winchester.” One of the growled. Before Dean could reach for the blade tucked into his belt he was being dragged by the collar through the broken glass and into the store. His eyes frantically scanning for you to make sure you were okay. His heart dropped to his stomachs the moment the third demon rounded one of the isles.

There you were, being dragged across the linoleum tiles by your hair. You were clawing frantically at your attacker’s wrists. You already had a busted lip and your nose was bleeding heavily. Beyond that you had scatches across your arms and legs and the beginnings of a black eye were showing up.

You locked eyes with Dean and froze. For the first time in a long while Dean looked rightfully and properly scared, but why you didn’t understand. Dean wasn’t afraid of demons, he’ll he’d faced the devil himself. So why was he looking at you with such fear?

“ Well, looks like I finally caught me a Winchester, along with his precious little damsel.” The demon gripping your hair chuckled. “ Now if I time this right you’ll get to watch this precious little thing here die choking on her own blood, and then once that’s over I’ll slit your throat and go after sweet little Sammy. How does that sound?”

“You sure do a lot of talking.” You mumbled. You weren’t expecting to get a rule out of any of the demons but once the words left your mouth one of them left Deans side to take another swing at you as the one holding you yanked your hair again.

Dean took his chance and snapped his head back, slamming it into the face of the demon holding him down, who in turn stumbles backwards letting him go. Yanking the blade from his belt he rushed forward, plunging it into the chest of one holding you. In turn he swung his arm back burying it into the others neck. Before he could get to the final one black sample was crawling across the floor and seeping through one of the vents.

“Damn it!” He screamed, kicking a soda van across the floor.

“Dean, it’s fine. It’s gone.” You coughed, attempting to push yourself up from your spot on the floor. Your voice drawing Dean back.

“Y/n!” The hunter rushed forward,kneeling down in front of you. “Are you okay?”

“Ill live. I’ve been through worse.” You breathed. Dean reached up, cupping your cheek in his palm.

“ you scared the hell out of me.” He mumbled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He pulled back eyes scanning your face and assessing your injuries.

“Let’s get you back to the bunker so I can patch you up.” Hoisting you onto your feet you let out a yelp as you put weight onto your right ankle.

“I think I might have a sprained ankle as well.” You groaned, falling against Deans shoulder.

“ well I guess the only thing I can do is this.” Before you could question him Dean was sweeping you up into his arms, and carrying you out of the convenience store bridal style.

Maybe there was more than just meets the eye.

(A/n: this took awhile to write and I wasn’t sure how to end it but tell me if u guys want a part 2)

#dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #dean x y/n #supernatural #supernatural imagine #supernatural x reader

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melo-yello · 6 years ago

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Zero (Sweet Pea x POC Reader)

Pairing: Sweet Pea x POC Reader

Warning(s): fluff, self image struggles, cursing, a lot of goofy ass nicknames

Summary: Reader is a River Vixen flunking Trig and a certain Southside Serpent so happens to acing that class.

A/N: Season 2 is my fav. Even tho 1 has a better plot. This takes place right after the transfer when tensions were still high. I was feelincrumby about sucking @ Cal 2 so I wrote this. I'm a big fan of the tutoring in secret thing. But this time Pea's the tutor. This is just part 1 I'll be updating soon.

The swish of stapled papers across desks echoes around the silent Advanced Trig classroom as Mr.Larings comes down your row. He offers disappointed huffs and sighs to each student he passes. Simple affirmation the class has seen better days.

“I warned you guys this test was a real doozy.” He says doing his best to lighten the sober room. He really didn't have the whole ‘I love to fail kids’ math teacher vibe.

Mr.Larings is a stickler for the rules, but he's also the kind of teacher to hand out cookies when the class has a B average.

You flinch back as you lay eyes on the paper in front of you. The bright fluorescent lighting illuminates the red ink sparkling like stars that your sad excuse for a test.

“I expect more from a River Vixen, Ms.L/n.” Mr.Larings says shaking his head.

He turns to the dark haired guy in the desk across from you. The large broad shouldered boy has a harsh half sleep look on his face.

“Good work.” Mr.Larings hums handing him a paper with a near perfect score written in green.

He sits up and just nods folding his paper in half as the math teacher heads to the front of the class.

Your mouth falls wide open as you stare in awe. This Southside Serpent has been taking this class less than two weeks nearing the end of the 2nd term and he just aced the hardest test you've had all year. And he sleeps half the time.

Holy shit I might be dumber than I thought.

“If you're wondering how to breathe you exhale next, Pep Squad.” The dark eyed gangster sneers at you as the bell rings.

You let your embarrassment fade into irritation as you gather you bag with a huff and head for the door.

“Ms.L/n. A word?” The middle aged man sighs motioning you toward his desk just as you make it to door. The southsider steps around gasping with a childish grin on his face as he steps into the hallway.

“Mr.Larings I've got vixen practice and Cheryl will kill me if I'm late ag-” You swallow the rest of your sentence when he gives a stern look over his glasses.

“I suggest look into a tutor. If you fail this next test I'll be forced to recommend you are suspended from the squad.” He says regretfully shrugging his shoulders.

“Bububbbbuubuubut?” You mutter as the horror of losing your spot on the Vixens really sinks in as he ushers you out the classroom door.

Sure this math class has been kicking your ass but it couldn't have been that bad.

Could it?

You've never flunked a class in your life let alone get kicked off the squad for it. You'd be a total laughing stalk of Riverdale High.

God, my parents will kill me if they ever find out.

…

You rub the soreness from the back of your neck as you walk out the locker room trying to burns holes through the tile with your e/c irises. The next test is in a few weeks and you need a tutor if you are going to come anywhere near passing.

Who could do it?

Cheryl's a math whiz, but she runs the squad.

I'd never hear the end of it.

Ronnie and Betty are out.

On the squad too.

Archie's no good unless it's music or punching and tells Ronnie everything.

Jug's more of English ner-

You collide with what has to be no less than a brick wall. Either that or a small freight train. You determine this by landing firmly on your already sore butt with an 'umph’. A quiet snicker from above disproves both hypotheses.

“Watch Where The F-” You pause as you lay eyes on the closet math geek himself offering a hand with a peeved expression settling on to his face.

“You ran into me, Sis-boom-bah!” He groans impatiently.

Every nasty rumor about the Southside plays though your head as you swallow your insult.

How they're the ones going around pulling knives on people.

Or how they're the ones selling and making the drugs.

Or how they're the ones that bring all the crime to this side of town.

Or how they're the ones that teach their kids to rob you blind before they're out of diapers.

Ok that last one is just ridiculous.

Not that you really believed that stuff,but it just kinda came to mind.

Small town gossips just tends to linger.

Like all of sudden you needed more of a reason to be wary of 6’4” guy drenched in sweat in a dimly lit hallway.

And now it's written all over your face.

“Hold your applause a Southside Serpent is gonna help you up, and you can bet your short short covered ass I've got better things to do than have you stare at me like I'm gonna kill you.” He huffs stretching his arm a little further.

“Like I'm scared of you, Jockstrap!” You scoff scrunching up your face as you take his hand as he pulls you to your feet with little to no effort. Like you weighed nothing.

His hands are surprisingly warm and soft but have the slightest worked in roughness.

You reluctantly snatch your hand back in order to save your dwindling pride.

“Could've fooled me, Spirit Fingers.” He deadpans drily waving his hands as he rolls his dark eyes and steps around you to make his way down the corridor.

“In your dreams, Corleone-wannabe.” You snort heading in the opposite direction.

You could have sworn you heard the faintest laughter from the intimidating teen as you head to the parking lot.

…

The full coverage concealer is put to the test of a lifetime as it attempts to hide the heavy bags left under your eyes left from the all nighter you pulled to take on your Trig homework. And you still barely finished problem 1.

Your usual preppy look is replaced with a loose NASA tee and some comfy bleached out ripped jeans and your favorite f/c sneakers. Your messy curls are up in two loose puffs and your ears are sporting some wacky dangly planet earrings.

You snatch the circle lensed shades from your dashboard as you stumble out of your truck. forgetting there's a step between the door and the ground. You fall forward into the parking lot pavement only for a strong warm hand to catch your wrist just before impact.

“Jesus, Poms Poms, it's a little early for a death drop face first isn't?” Your brave Serpent rescuer snarks sounding a little out of breath.

Did he run over here?

“Yea well, it's a little early for witty banter too, Harley Davidson.” You huff twirling to face your knight in checkered flannel.

“Nice to see you're ungrateful all times of day, Teen Spirit.” He hums arms crossed with a slight grin on his face.

“You know I have an actual name, Black Parade. It's Y/n L/n.” You smirk mirroring him. A playfulness creeping behind your eyes.

“Well Y/n, I think you forgot to say ‘Thanks Sweet Pea for not letting me faceplant on the pavement’.” He smiles gesturing for you to speak. You snort as you make no effort to stifle laughter that bubbles up as you hear what supposed to be his name.

“Come on, Fight Club, Seriously is that the best you come up with?!? That's just ridiculous, Sweet Pea!?!? What's it really?!?” You manage to sputter between laughs wiping a tear from your eye.

His warm smile falls. He stiffens and fixes you with a bone chilling glare as he squares his shoulders. You back into your truck door as your laughs turn into coughs. You can feel a burning heat crawls across your brown cheeks.

“I meant uh thanks, Sweet Pea.” You smile forcing yourself to stand straight and look him in the eyes.

“There you go again looking at me like I'm gonna bite your head off.” He sighs rolling his eyes as he walks toward the front doors.

“Gimme a break, between inverses and memorizing the unit circle I barely got an hour of sleep last night. I really need a tutor.” You say sprinting a little to catch up with his long strides. He could easily out pace you, but he slows to match your steps.

“Are you asking me to tutor you? Also we're on Pythagorean identities.” He corrects giving you a concerned but amused look as he swings open the door.

Your eyes widen as you realize what you said.

You have just given a serpent all he would need to screw you over. Not to mention he doesn't particularly like you.

Oh my God, Nevermind I'm definitely dumber than I thought. Who casually tells a hot stranger that they’re flunking math.

You facepalm.

Wait 'hot stranger’?

“No no no I just...I was uh a ...just umm-” You swallow your muddled explanation as you spot Veronica and Betty walking down the hall in your direction. You latch onto Sweet Pea's toned arm and manage to drag him into a side hallway out of sight. You make sure to hide yourself behind his broad frame just in case.

“L/n you're batshit. You know that?” He laughs watching you spazz out.

You place both hands on your hips and fix him with your iciest glare yet. You find yourself staring straight at his chest. You shift your gaze to his eyes without a crack in his resolve.

“Get this straight, Beanstalk. I need your help, but can't tell another living soul what you're helping me with! It would end me! Not any of your friends. Not any of mine. Not the team. Not the squad. No One At All.” You hiss.

“You know, Bring It On, even though it's ‘super sexy’ being dragged off into secluded parts of the school with you against my will you're not in the position to be making demands. I haven't even agreed to tutor you let alone named my price. Just so you know outting some demanding northsider brat about failing math isn't even a page in my burn book.” He smirks down at you as your hot air goes cold and your confidence crumbles.

“Sweet Pea... will you tutor me?” You whisper staring at your sneakers and kicking at the tile.

“Didn't quite catch that.” He says straight faced leaning in with a hand cupped around his ear inches away from you.

“Just tutor me...please... I can't flunk this class . I'll do anything.” You huff wrinkling your face in defeat and disgust at being reduced to begging.

He backs away smiling with from ear to ear as he walks to the corner of the small breezeway.

“I've got a free period at 3rd block. I could look at what I'm working with at the back of the library. And after I access the damage then I'll let you know what my precious time is worth.” Sweet Pea shrugs dragging a hand across the nape of his neck and drawing your attention to dull ink on the right side of it. The black snake catches your attention for the very first time. Your teeth easily find your bottom lip and pull themselves across.

“Yea yea that works for me.” You say as you brush pass him shaking any kind attraction from your thoughts and sashaying out into the hallway.

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theyearoftheking · 5 years ago

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Book Thirty-Eight: Rose Madder

The first time I picked this book up, I was fifteen, and on a family vacation in Mexico. I have no idea how I found this book; I don’t remember selecting it from a book store, and my moms is not a fan of Stephen King, or horror, so I doubt it was something she had purchased for herself.

In all honesty, I remember bits and pieces of our trip to Mexico, but the most memorable part was reading Rose Madder. It imprinted on me in a way I can’t fully articulate. It remains my favorite Stephen King book because sometimes the scariest monsters are the ones we share a life with.

The second reason Rose Madder is so memorable for me... when I was in third grade, I auditioned for Really Rosie, and tormented my sister by singing it constantly. To this day, I still remember ALL the words to Carole King’s lovely song. I can barely remember a grocery list, or my gas card pin... but I remember, “YOU’D BETTER BELIEVE ME, I’M A GREAT BIG DEAL!!!! BEEEEELIEEEEVE MEEEEE!” In one of life’s more disappointing moments, I was cast as Rosie’s pet cat and spent most of the play crawling around on my hands and knees. Humiliating.

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In addition to being a double shot of nostalgia, Rose Madder is also a finely crafted, suspenseful piece of writing. It’s also a book I thought I knew like the back of my hand. But upon re-reading, I picked up on the following King universe mentions:

The novel starts with Rosie reading Misery’s Journey, and a later reference to Misery’s Lover (Misery Chastain from, well, Misery).

Several Ka references!

“I’ve seen bodies on fire and heads by the hundreds poked onto poles along the streets of the City of Lud.” (Dark Tower)

“On the wall was a framed picture of two women Norman recognized. One was the late great Susan Day.” (Insomnia)

Some of these references would have been lost on me, had I not taken the Constant Reader pledge to read every single book in chronological order. It almost makes this entire project worth it, just to find those Easter eggs.

Rose Madder is the story of abused wife Rose Daniels (nee McClendon) who finds a small spot of her blood on her bed sheets one morning, and decides she needs to leave her husband, Norman. She knows it’s now or never. If she stays, he will eventually kill her. As it is, he’s beaten her badly enough, and even caused a miscarriage in the past.

So, Rosie steals Norman’s debit card, withdraws some cash, and hops on a Greyhound bus to Chicago, where she hopes to lose herself. But Rosie has no idea what to do when she gets off the bus in Chicago. Thankfully, a helpful Traveler’s Aid worker, Peter Slowik, steers her towards Daughters and Sisters, a home for battered women, run by his ex-wife, Anna Stevenson.

At Daughters and Sisters, Rosie breaks down before building herself back up again. Her body starts to heal, she meets other women just like her, she gets a job working at a hotel, and she starts to shed some of the shame and guilt associated with being Norman’s punching bag.

One day after work, Rosie wanders into a pawn shop to sell her wedding ring. After their engagement, Norman told her he could have either bought a new car, or her engagement ring... that’s how expensive it was. Spoiler: Rosie finds out it’s a cubic zirconia. She’s pissed. But on her way out of the shop, she finds an intriguing painting of a blonde-haired woman in a rose colored toga, looking out over a field and ruins. Rosie can’t explain it, but she needs the painting, named Rose Madder. She swaps out her worthless engagement ring for the painting, and makes the acquaintance of shop proprietor Bill Steiner. She also meets Rob Lefferts, who is fascinated by her throaty, Elizabeth Taylor-esque voice, and offers her a job reading audio books.

Life is finding it’s rhythm for Rosie; she has her own apartment, she’s making more money than she could have ever expected, and she is casually dating Bill Steiner. But sometimes she looks at Rose Madder, and gets the feeling it’s alive.

One night she has a vivid dream that involves her going into the painting, and helping the woman pictured by rescuing her baby from inside a labyrinth, and avoiding a bull stomping around. The woman is so thankful, she promises Rosie that she’ll return the favor some day.

Spoiler: it wasn’t a dream.

Meanwhile, Norman is stewing over the embarrassment of his wife leaving him and stealing his debit card. Honestly, he seems more embarrassed about the debit card than anything else. Because... toxic masculinity. Using some sneaky police tactics, he tracks her to Chicago, and tortures and kills Peter Slowik in an attempt to get information out of him. Slowik tells him about Daughters and Sisters, and Norman is on a mission to find Rose.

Daughters and Sisters just so happens to be having a fundraising picnic that weekend, and Norman thinks it’s the perfect time to get his Rambling Rose back. He goes deep under cover, shaving his head and outfitting a wheelchair with feminist propaganda. But despite his best attempts, he’s still recognized as, “Rose’s crazy biting husband who probably killed Peter Slowik.” And... the next scene is so epic... Norman gets the shit kicked out of him by Gert, one of the women from Daughters & Sisters who is compared to Refrigerator Perry. Oh, and as payback for the damage Norman did to Rosie’s kidneys with his repeated kicks and punches; Gert pees all over him. It’s glorious.

Norman eludes capture, heads over to Daughter’s and Sisters main house, where he finds Rose’s new address, and kills Anna Stevenson.

Now... this is where the Stephen King twist shows up.

Rosie and Bill escape into Rose Madder, where they are pushed into the maze, and the woman turns into a spider (It?) and kills Norman... who had stolen a Ferdinand the Bull mask from some kid as he was fleeing the picnic, and inside Rose Madder, it turns him into an actual bull. But now he’s a dead bull, so that’s a plus.

Rosie and Bill step back out of the painting, and life continues on. Rosie slips a few drops of something into Bill’s drink, and he forgets the whole Rose Madder adventure. They get married, they have a baby, their careers flourish... but Rosie has fits of rage. She remembers the last thing the woman in the painting told her, “Remember the tree...” So, Rosie heads out to this park she and Bill went to once, and she buries some pomegranate-y fruit seeds and Norman’s ring under the tree. And she just kind of lets it all go. As you do.

I can’t say enough about this book. If you have friends or family members who are like, “Meh, I don’t really LIKE Stephen King,” or “I don’t really LIKE horror,” THIS is the book you need to put in their hands.

Oh, there was also one Wisconsin reference... it was thought Norman might have been spotted in Milwaukee.

Total Wisconsin Mentions: 27

Total Dark Tower References: 38

Book Grade: A+

Rebecca’s Definitive Ranking of Stephen King Books

The Talisman: A+

Needful Things: A+

Rose Madder: A+

Misery: A+

Different Seasons: A+

It: A+

Four Past Midnight: A+

The Shining: A-

The Stand: A-

The Wastelands: A-

The Drawing of the Three: A-

Dolores Claiborne: A-

Nightmares in the Sky: B+

The Dark Half: B+

Skeleton Crew: B+

The Dead Zone: B+

Nightmares & Dreamscapes: B+

‘Salem’s Lot: B+

Carrie: B+

Creepshow: B+

Cycle of the Werewolf: B-

Danse Macabre: B-

The Running Man: C+

Thinner: C+

Dark Visions: C+

The Eyes of the Dragon: C+

The Long Walk: C+

The Gunslinger: C+

Pet Sematary: C+

Firestarter: C+

Rage: C

Insomnia: C-

Cujo: C-

Nightshift: C-

Gerald’s Game: D

Roadwork: D

Christine: D

The Tommyknockers: D-

Next up is The Green Mile, which I am reluctant to start. I read it when it first came out, and I remember barely being able to read the last chapter because I was crying so hard. And based on our current climate, I’m not sure this re-read is going to be any better. But, onward.

Until next time, Long Days & Pleasant Nights,

Rebecca

#stephen king #constant readers #rose madder #dark tower #ka #misery #insomnia #chicago #really rosie #maurice sendak #carole king

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fredthelegend · 6 years ago

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You're My Star

Pairing: Brian May x reader

Summary: Brian falls in love at first sight with Freddie's best friend, who just so happens to be stuck at Ridge Farm with them for the next few weeks.

WC: 2.5k+

Warnings: none

A/N: forgive any mistakes, it's very late but I wanted to post a story because my inbox is piling up with requests. I decided to combine three requests so I can get through them faster, the result is an extra long story! Enjoy and comment if you liked it!

“Dinner at five, Brian? Amazing! See you then,” Freddie shouted into the phone, not caring to hear Brian’s response. Freddie knew Brian would show, just as he knew that his great friend (Y/N) was about to as well. The ring of his doorbell confirmed his suspicions.

“Hello dear!” Freddie hugged his friend before she’d even walked into his house. “I’ve missed you.” He walked back into his house, (Y/N) trotting behind him, eager to start their plans.

“I’ve missed you too, Fred,” she smiled and sat next to him on the piano bench. “You’ve been so busy lately, being a rockstar and all.” Even though she tried to keep it out of her voice, there was a sort of bitterness in it. Freddie knew it wasn’t directed at him, though.

(Y/N) and Freddie had met when they were children in music class at school. They saw a passion for music in each other that they knew was in themselves. As they grew older and matured, their passion and talent grew as well. They frequently played together and sometimes played small shows. While Freddie played the piano and sang, (Y/N) would sing with him and play the guitar when there wasn’t a piano duet to play. But when uni came, (Y/N) chose to go to a prestigious music school, one that Freddie’s parents would never allow him to go to. Still, Freddie insisted that (Y/N) take the once in a lifetime opportunity. Of course they kept in touch, and Freddie filled (Y/N) in at every chance he got about his new band and their growing popularity. That was a few years ago, and it was the mid 70s. (Y/N) had been back from uni for a few months and was now teaching music lessons to people downtown.

“Don’t be bitter, dear, I have a proposition for you,” Freddie turned to his friend and put a hand on her shoulder. He knew that the tone in her voice was because she was jealous that Freddie was living out both of their dreams while she was stuck teaching little kids how to play scales. “I’ve talked to the band and to management, and we want to collaborate with you on a few songs for the next album!”

“You’re joking,” (Y/N)’s mouth had dropped open. She immediately felt her stomach take a dive. “Now wait, Fred, I don’t want to ride on your coattails, I didn’t earn this. I don’t deserve it.”

“Nonsense,” Freddie answered. “I’ve talked to everyone, given them your demos-”

“Fred you didn’t!” (Y/N) said exasperatedly. “You gave my demos to one of the biggest rock bands in the world, great.”

“That’s not the point!” Freddie grabbed her by the shoulders and shook lightly. “The point is that they loved them and this will boost your career!” (Y/N) huffed but realized that Freddie was right.

“Then it’s a good thing I have my song book,” she said, taking the book out of her inside coat pocket.

“Like this, you’ve got to put the emphasis on the first part of the sentence and let the latter just sort of drag on,” (Y/N) explained to Freddie. “Then your guitarist, oh what’s his name...Brian! Yes, Brian will pick up from there. That’s sort of how it goes in my head, anyway. Okay, let’s go from the top?” Brian’s ears had perked up as soon as he’d walked in the door and heard a female voice that didn’t seem to belong to anyone he knew. When he heard his name, he shut the door carefully as to not disturb Freddie and his guest, and made his way to the living room where they were. When he got there, Freddie was at the piano and his guest had her back turned to Brian, singing along with Freddie to the piano, playing a tune that was unfamiliar to Brian. He was struck by her voice. Even while singing along with Freddie, he could hear hers perfectly. It was full of emotion, booming at some parts and then quiet at others. He realized that this must be (Y/N) after recognizing her voice from the demos Freddie had shared with them. Before Brian had realized, the song was over and Freddie noticed Brian leaning against the doorframe.

“Ah, Brian!” Freddie said, causing (Y/N) to turn and look at Brian in the doorway. Brian felt his heart stop. While he was a completely logical man, an astrophysicist, a man of reason, he knew that he was in love right then and there. His heart already decided it, even if his head was a little behind. In the past, he’d made fun of others for believing in love at first sight, but now, as he stared at (Y/N) with her (Y/H/C) shining around her like a halo from the natural light pouring from the window behind her, he knew that he was in love. “Brian?” Freddie ripped him from his daze, face blushing in realization he’d been staring at (Y/N).

“Y-yeah, sorry Fred,” Brian said sheepishly. (Y/N) smiled at him, oblivious to what Brian had just gone through in a matter of seconds.

“As I was saying, this is (Y/N), my dearest friend and the girl on the demos I showed you,” Freddie said, nodding to (Y/N) who waved and smiled again. “(Y/N), this is Brian May.”

“We were just working on some songs,” (Y/N) said. Brian felt his cheeks heat again. Her speaking voice was just as angelic as her singing voice.

“I love to listen in,” Brian stuttered, smacking himself in the face mentally for sounding so nervous. And anyway, he had come here to pick up Freddie for their band meeting, he didn’t have time to sit here and listen to them sing. Freddie smirked, knowing that his plan had worked perfectly. He knew that (Y/N) was perfect for Brian and vice verses.

“Actually, Brian, we’ve got to go to the band meeting, haven’t we?” Freddie said. (Y/N) raised her eyebrows, turning back to Freddie.

“And what am I supposed to do?” (Y/N) said, tapping her hip on the floor.

“You can sit here and look pretty, dear, we shouldn’t be too long,” Freddie stood from the piano bench and stretched his arms above his head. (Y/N) looked dejected but nodded her head, sitting back down on the bench. Brian felt his heart twist for the girl he was in love with but barely knew. He could tell that she either didn’t want to stay here or wished she was in Freddie’s position, but he couldn’t quite tell. Freddie guided him out of the house, aware of the way Brian was feeling and feeling quite chipper with himself.

“Pack your bags, love, we’re going to Ridge farm!” Freddie shouted into the house, blasting the doors open. (Y/N) walked to the door from the piano, eyes wide.

“What?”

“We’re recording another album, darling,” Freddie answered with a twinkle in his eye.

“This is where we’re recording?” (Y/N) said, dropping her two bags beside her, mouth dropped open in disbelief at the thought that the band was recording an album in the middle of nowhere at an actual farm. “Freddie, I’m not sure what I thought you meant by ‘Ridge farm’, but this wasn’t it.”

Once the band was crammed into the main house, they were shown to their rooms. Freddie and (Y/N) would room together, Roger and Brian had seperate rooms on the same floor, and poor Deaky was in the basement. On the first day, everyone was just to get settled in and used to living at the farm until the record was finished. Most of the band just napped, but (Y/N) found herself in the kitchen looking for an afternoon snack. Once she realized there was almost nothing there, she began to make a list of everything she thought they would need before going to her room and retrieving a pack of instant noodles she had stowed away in her suitcase. Once back in the kitchen, she started boiling the water.

“What’re you making?” (Y/N) was startled by a voice behind her and dropped her spoon. “Oh, I didn’t mean to scare you! I’m sorry!” She turned and saw Brian, who knelt down to help her pick it up. Their hands touched and she saw Brian’s face turn thirty shades of red. She smiled and took the spoon from him, standing and smoothing her shirt.

“That’s alright,” she said, rinsing the spoon off in the sink. “I’m making instant noodles.” Brian raised his eyebrows quizzically. “You’ve never had them before?”

“I can’t say that I have,” he responded, leaning on the kitchen counter. (Y/N) smiled and he felt his heart beat faster.

“Well I’ll have to give you some of mine, then,” she answered, dumping in the packet of seasoning. “They give you this packet, but I like to add in some of my own stuff, too. It’s really quite good.” She stirred in the ingredients before pouring the noodles into two bowls. The pair sat down at the kitchen counter with their bowls and (Y/N) watched as Brian tried his first bite.

“This is really good!” he said with his mouth full of food. Brian realized how rude he was being, talking with his mouth full, but (Y/N) giggled. Roger and John walked into the kitchen.

“We smelled something cooking!” Roger rubbed his stomach and (Y/N) laughed again. Brian decided it was his new favorite sound.

“I could make you guys some noodles, too, if you’d like,” (Y/N) offered. Roger and John nodded their heads hungrily. “Okay, one minute.” (Y/N) hopped off the kitchen stool and ran to her bedroom for the other instant noodle packages in her suitcase.

“This is really good!” Roger mocked, earning a punch in the shoulder from Brian.

“The way you blush around her is a dead giveaway, mate, you might as well tell her how you feel,” John shrugged. Brian frowned and looked back at his noodles, mulling over John’s words. He’d only known (Y/N) for a few days, there was no way she could respond positively to his proclamation of love for her. He decided that he’d wait to tell her.

But it wasn’t that easy. After a few weeks of subtle flirting (which could easily seen as friendliness), lingering touches, and stares in the studio, Brian couldn’t take it anymore. The boys teased him constantly about his crush, and he couldn’t take all of the messing around anymore. He needed to know if (Y/N) liked him back lest he suffer in silence. Brian found the perfect excuse to be alone with (Y/N) after he found her at the kitchen bar one late night, sitting in the same spot she’d been the first day Brian and her ate their noodles together.

“Can’t sleep?” Brian said, pulling out the chair next to (Y/N). She looked at him with tired eyes. They were all tired. They woke up early and recorded, worked through the day on songs, and went through the night arguing, getting a few hours of sleep only to wake up and repeat the same cycle over and over again.

“You know Freddie,” she laughed tiredly. Even when she was exhausted, Brian thought it was the best thing he’d ever heard. “He thinks of an idea, he has to write it down, no matter what hour it is. I couldn’t sleep with the light on.”

“I couldn’t even think of sleeping when the night is as clear as this one,” Brian hinted, catching (Y/N)’s eye.

“What’re you saying, May?” she eyed the blankets hanging over his shoulder.

“Allow me to show you the stars, Miss (Y/L/N)?” (Y/N) giggled and took Brian’s outstretched hand. He guided her out of the kitchen and into the courtyard, taking a trail to one of the fields. They walked in comfortable silence, and Brian relished the feeling of holding her delicate hand in his, as she’d neglected to drop his after taking it in the kitchen. He took the blankets off his shoulder and layed one out, taking the other one and spreading it across them as they lay down beside each other.

The night was cool, but not too cold. The blanket made it the perfect temperature, and the bed of grass below them was surprisingly comfortable. Brian stared at (Y/N) as she looked up at the stars, which were bright against the navy blue background. Because they were so far outside the city, this was the brightest Brian had ever seen the stars without a telescope.

“That one’s Sirius,” Brian pointed out, arms stretching toward the sky.

“Which one? I can’t quite see it,” (Y/N) admitted, craning her neck for Brian’s view, absentmindedly scooching closer to him so that they were connected at the side. He pointed up again, showing her the stars. She nodded and set her head back down, right onto Brian’s chest. His cheeks flushed and he put his arm around (Y/N). “Why are they so bright?” She asked.

“Because they’re so hot,” he answered. “That’s why fire gives off light, it’s hot as well. The nuclear reactions going off inside of them give them their energy.”

“What is a star?” (Y/N) asked tiredly, her eyes closing.

“You’re a star,” he answered quietly. (Y/N) giggled and opened her eyes, looking up at Brian. “You’re my star.” She smiled widely and buried her face into Brian’s chest abashedly. “I’m serious, (Y/N). I’ve always been a man of logic and reason, but when I saw you for the first time, that all went out the window.” He stopped, unsure of how far he was going to take this confession.

“And?” (Y/N) prompted, unsatisfied with his answer, looking up at him once again. This time, Brian didn’t meet her gaze.

“And I fell in love with you,” he clenched his jaw and screwed his eyes shut, embarrassed that he’d finally admitted it to her. When he didn’t respond, her nervously opened his eyes, fearing he’d messed up. He was surprised when she connected their lips in a sweet and short kiss.

“I fell in love with you too, Brian,” she admitted. “You’re so kind and gentle, you make me feel so comfortable and at home. Freddie’s been teasing me about it ever since we got here.” She cuddled into his side again and Brian wrapped his other arm around her, holding her tight.

“You have no idea what the boys have put me through these past couple weeks,” he groaned. “I was worried one of them was going to tell you before I did.”

“Well I’m glad you did,” (Y/N) reached her head up and pecked his lips again.

“Me too,” he responded.

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xmagicxshopx · 6 years ago

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The Magicians - Chapter 2

BTS Fanfic Series

Genre: Fantasy Adventure, Romance (possible smut later), Comedy Rating: PG-13 Warnings: panic attacks Pairing: OT7 x reader, Jungkook x reader Notes: magicians!bts au. Not idol!bts Single quote marks ‘ ‘ are for thoughts and double “ “ are for talking. Additional Notes: I take zero credit for any of the photos used in these chapters. They are just for visual enhancement for the both of us.

SERIES MASTERLIST

You awoke to a gentle shaking of your left shoulder. Someone was shaking and nudging you. Wait......Someone was touching you!

Survival mode flipping on like a light switch, you immediately started flinging your limbs in an attempt to strike at the intruder who was touching you. Why was someone in your apartment? Sure the lock you had on the door wasn’t very secure but still. Who would want to steal anything from you? You didn’t have any belongings worth swiping.

When you heard a male’s yelp of pain and surprise, you could feel them backing away from the lack of body heat radiating off of them. Finally able to sit up and properly defend yourself with fists raised, you were thrown for another loop when you realized----

Oh-----Oh.......

Guess it wasn’t some crazy dream after all. Your heart sunk as you looked around the new room you found yourself in. It was all coming back to you now. The burning building, the creepy masked figure handing you a ticket, the warning of being careful what you wished for. Then you recalled the seven young men who had knocked you out (with a freaking frying pan) and then tied you to a chair with invisible rope and just----it was all so much.

A soft groan of pain tore you out of your little recollection and it was then that you realized you had been attacking one of the men who had captured you. Jung......oh what was his name again? You’d have to ask him in a minute but for the moment, he didn’t look too good. You watched as he stood there covering his nose and you could tell he was wincing in pain.

“You pack quite a punch, you know.”

“Sorry......I----I thought I was in my apartment and I thought you were trying to harm me or something.”

“It’s okay. I don’t blame you. It’s a lot to take in. Trust me, I’ve been there.”

You smiled sadly in apology at him as he finally removed his hands from his face but still gently tapping on his nose. Looking to you, he asked innocently but with a hint of worry in his tone,

“I’m not bleeding, am I?”

“Nope. Your face is still flawless.”

“You think my face is flawless?”

Great. Way to go, girlfriend. You opened your big mouth before thinking....again. Feeling the heat rush to your face, you let out a cough and tried to shrug off the question by attempting to smooth down your bed head. Knowing you needed to give him some kind of answer, you mumbled shyly in a small voice,

“Well I mean you all have nice faces. For being trapped in this place for so long.”

“I suppose that’s true. How’s your head feeling? Need anymore pain pills?”

He found you quite amusing, really. Of course he could have milked your response for all it was worth and tease you to no end, but he wouldn’t. Just your blushing face alone was enough to satisfy him. It was hard to believe that it had been so many years since the last time he interacted with anyone of the opposite sex. Jungkook had long forgotten what it was like to flirt with women so this little moment was actually quite golden for him. But he would never let you know that.

“Nah. I’m good. But I’m super hungry.”

With a smile, Jungkook nodded and replied casually,

“Dinner should be ready so I can show you the way to the dining hall. It’s not far from here but for a first timer, it might seem like a long trip. Do you want to freshen up in the bathroom first?”

Dang. You hadn’t even thought of that one. Since you didn’t exactly know what time it was, you had no clue how long it had been since you last showered. Not to mention the clothes on your back were the only clothing you now currently owned. You hadn’t exactly packed a bag in preparation to be taking a spontaneous vacation at the Haunted Inn and Suites. Blushing heavily and suddenly feeling extremely self-conscious, you nodded and said sheepishly,

“Yeah I think that would be a good idea.....”

What else could you possibly say next? That you didn’t have any toiletries with you? Ask him if you could borrow his? And how did he even get things like that in this place? Was it really that haunted that.....ugh. Nothing made sense. Absolutely nothing. It made your head hurt all over again.

Part of you just wanted to skip all this polite, normalcy nonsense and just go straight to that leader guy and ask him what the hell was going on. But instead you were stuck here feeling like a down right rutter while the man in front of you.....well.....he looked gorgeous.

Every strand of hair was tucked perfectly into place. His outfit was quite flashy, really. The jacket he wore alone looked like it could have been made of blood colored diamonds. And the zebra printed shirt was a nice choice. Those pants.....wow. It was all you could do not to linger on them; more specifically his thighs. Wow. He had thighs like tree trunks. He looked perfect. And you? Well......you didn’t.

Sensing your torn emotions as they practically radiated off of you, Jungkook tried to offer a warm and reassuring smile as he took his hands out of his jacket pockets. With a nudge of his head towards the bathroom, he said casually,

“I’ll take a look in here to see if maybe the place left anything that might work for you. I highly doubt you want to use my stuff. But if worse comes to worse, it won’t be a problem for you to borrow my shampoo and such. I’ll be right back.”

“O--Okay. Thanks.....”

Of course he knew the building wouldn’t have anything for you. So he’d have to work a little magic......literally. Once in the bathroom, he looked over his shoulder to make sure you hadn’t followed him out of innocent curiosity. Once he confirmed the coast was clear, he turned back to the bathroom counter and took a moment to stare at himself in the huge vanity mirror. Perhaps he was a little overdressed for a simple dinner but with a female in their presence, he felt the need to look a little more.....presentable.

Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and focused. With his hands out in front of him and palms facing the counter, he imagined what kind of products a young woman such as yourself might use in this day and age. Had anything really changed about the outside world since they had been locked up in this godforsaken place?

By the time he opened his eyes, there were several bottles in front of him. One bottled of shampoo, another for conditioner. Then there was the bottle of body wash. A bottle of body lotion in case you moisturized after a shower. Jungkook prided himself on everything he had managed to think of. If it wasn’t for him having at least one sister to grow up with, he’d have been screwed for sure. Clearing his throat, he took things a step further and asked casually in curiosity,

“Say----what’s your favorite scent for body wash?”

Well that question took you by surprise. Sitting there on the bed looking completely confused but knowing he couldn’t see that, you felt your eyebrow raise in curiosity before replying a bit hesitantly,

“Well......the kind I have at home is honey vanilla. It’s.....it’s cheap but I like it.”

Stupid. Why did you feel the need to tell him it was cheap? All he asked for was your favorite scent. Not details on your poor financial status. Blushing and hoping with all your might that he didn’t come out, it would seem the gods were not on your side (were they ever???) and you watched as the young man came out of the bathroom with a pleasant smile on his face and holding up a bottle of something in each hand.

“Looks like it’s your lucky day. I found a bottle of body wash and a bottle of body lotion and they’re the same scent. Must have been part of a collection line or something. Pretty lucky, huh?”

“Ye-Yeah. Pretty lucky.”

Truth be told, he had used a little extra magic to make that happen. Originally he had made everything strawberry scented but that was just because he remembered it being his sister’s favorite scent when she was younger. But as soon as he found out what your own personal favorite was, suddenly everything became centered around those fragrances. He could tell you were a bit flustered which he expected. The two of you were still strangers and he was sure all of this was pretty surreal for you.

“Well I’ll give you some privacy. Take your time. I was able to find everything you should need to feel human again. There’s a towel and wash cloth sitting on the toilet seat next to the shower stall. But just shout if you need anything and I’ll see what I can do.”

“Th--Thanks.....um.......I’m sorry. I forgot your name already.”

“It’s okay. My name is Jungkook.”

The blush on your face was starting to feel permanent as you flashed the male a sheepish smile. With a nod and another soft thanks, you climbed out of bed and shuffled uncertainly into the bathroom. Considering what the rest of the building had looked like from the inside, you were shocked to see this bathroom in such great shape. Granted you could tell it had been abandoned for quite some time, but it was still in pretty good condition. Perhaps Jungkook tried to fix it up or something over time.

As you stood under the glorious hot water, your mind was full of....well.....stuff. Mostly questions. So many questions. What was this place? Who were these boys? What were all of you doing here? How did this even happen? Why did this even happen? Why you? And that creepy masked guy. His mask still flashes in your mind’s eyes and just like that, all of these questions started to build and so did the emotions as they bubbled up in your chest. The first sob that left you was soft and hushed.

Jungkook stood outside the bathroom door the second you had shut it. Despite the water of the shower running, he could still hear your soft, quiet sobbing. Of course you’d be crying. He did the same thing when he first found himself stuck here. Crying in the privacy of this stupid room. The real question was......why did it bother him so much? Was it because he just had that much compassion for other humans? Surly it wasn’t because of anything else. You were a complete stranger to him after all.

His heart ached to help you with your emotional pain nonetheless. Maybe because he could relate so well. Lightly shaking his head to clear it, he noticed the lack of running water coming from the other side of the door and quickly stepped away before he could get caught listening in on you. He already felt like he had invaded on your privacy by listening to you cry your heart out in the shower.

So he settled for sitting in the lounge and watching the fire crackle and pop within the fireplace gate. He really did have the best room out of the seven members of Bangtan. But he could never explain why the building liked him so much more than the others. It was something that irritated him to no end. Despite there being perks to being the baby of the group, this seemingly special treatment he was getting from the building just rubbed him the wrong way.

“J--Jungkook.”

He was snapped out of his thoughts by your small, timid voice coming from the bathroom doorway. His head whipping over in that general direction, he could see you now standing a few steps away from him; probably about halfway between the bathroom and himself at the lounge. He noticed you were wearing the same clothing you had been discovered in. Wait........oops.

“Oh gosh. I’m so sorry. I never even thought to see if we had any fresh clothes for you. Here. Let me go see if----”

“Ani ani. I’m okay. These are fine. Really.”

“Nope. Too late. I’m already up.”

“Jung----”

“Nope.”

“Koo---”

“Ah---”

When you realized he wasn’t even going to let you get a single syllable out, you huffed in annoyance while he beamed in victory. Plopping yourself down into an empty armchair, you waited like a pouting child with your arms crossed as he rummaged around in another room. If it wasn’t a spare bedroom then it was hard to tell what was in there. Apparently there had to be something that held clothing because you could hear drawers being opened and closed.

“Ah ha! Found something!”

Looking up from the fireplace with a pout still firmly in place, you see the male holding up a fresh folded set of clothing. Not that you knew this, but he had actually just conjured them while ‘rummaging’ around and ‘looking’ for them. Still sporting that bunny smile of victory, he handed you the clothing and gently shooed you back into the bathroom where you swallowed your pride and changed into them.

You felt quite.....out of place? Surprisingly enough, Jungkook had managed to find you some clothing that were actually female’s clothing. But the thing was.....they weren’t really your style. For so long you had just worn the cheapest clothing you could find but these threads......well......they were definitely out of your budget range.

Faded skinny jeans that hugged what thigh meat you had, a deep cut white tank top that tapered down in four corners, and to finish off the ensemble was a leather moto jacket that fit you as if it was made for you. The shampoo and conditioner that he found for you in the bathroom had really improved the health of your hair. Well....it didn’t look as straw textured as before. You had honestly never used conditioner in your life......you just felt like it was something you didn’t need to spend any spare money on.

“You okay in there? Does something not fit?”

“Oh!----No no! I’m okay.”

Feeling ridiculous for making him wait, you opened the door to the bathroom carefully and stepped back out into the general area of the room. A blush started to blossom on your face as you watched him look you up and down. The shirt was deep cut but since you didn’t really have much meat on your bones....and you had never really been.....well endowed, the deep cut was pointless to show off any cleavage. Not to mention you also bought the cheapest bras you could find so that didn’t help you any.

“You look much better. Feeling better?”

“Kind of? I’ve......I’ve never really worn clothing like this before. But the shower was very nice and it even helped clear my head up a bit.”

His heart felt heavy because he knew darn well you were just putting on a brave face for him. Putting up those sturdy walls of yours. If he hadn’t heard your hushed sobbing in the shower earlier, he would have probably believed you. But he knew better. Smiling all the same, he nodded and nudged his head towards the door of his room and said casually,

“How about we get you some food now, huh?”

“Yes. I’d like that, very much.”

The walk to the dining hall did seem rather long but you were sure it was for the exact same reason Jungkook mentioned earlier. Simply put; because it was all new to you. The place was still creepy as hell but you didn’t feel quite as afraid with a warm body next to you. Despite Jungkook being a complete stranger, he had been nothing but kind to you from the moment you guys locked eyes with each other.

Eventually the two of you came up to a set of double doors. On the other side, you could hear plenty of voices and it sounded pretty chaotic in there. You were pretty sure you heard names being tossed around and mild threats of starvation and....yeah. It sounded pretty crazy in there.

“Look.....I know you have a lot of questions but.......try to enjoy your first meal here. Don’t make the same mistake we did. This place is hell but.....we’ve made the most of it. And we’ll help you. I know that’s probably a lot thrown at you but......just trust me. If you trust no one else, you can trust me.”

The male’s voice had broken you away from the mess on the other side of the double doors and you found yourself staring up at a sheepishly smiling Jungkook. He was actually quite cute when he was all bashful like that. But then again, you thought he was cute the second you noticed him. But you couldn’t think about cute boys right now. You had to get out of here. You had to get home.

‘Sorry, Kook. But this girl flies solo.’

“Yah!! V! I swear to god if you break one more plate I’m banning you from the kitchen!”

“It slipped out of my hand! Honest!”

“I can count on one hand the number of times you’ve been honest in your life, V.”

“Stuff it, Hobi hyung! You’re not helping!”

“Guys, guys. Can we all get along??? There’s a cute girl here now. I want to impress her and you’re cramping my style and ruining our image!”

“Poor Chim Chim. The dry spell has hit him hard now that a girl’s in the vicinity.”

You felt yourself blushing and you glanced over to see Jungkook awkwardly scratching and rubbing at the back of his head and neck; cheeks turning a brighter and brighter shade of pink with every passing second. Upon opening the doors, you two walked in on quite the sight.

Jhope had V in a sloppy headlock while Jimin was trying to clean up broken shards of what you guessed was the poor plate V had in his hands only moments ago. Meanwhile, Jin was bustling around with the help of Suga as bowls and dishes of all kinds of food were being placed on one of the huge, long tables. It really was a dining hall. When yours and Jungkook’s presence had been made aware, everything else went to crap.

“Princess! You look great!”

There was a soft ‘oof!’ as Jhope suddenly let go of V’s head; causing the male to fall to the ground in a heap. While Jhope and Jimin both rushed over to greet you, you could see over their shoulders an embarrassed looking RM coming over to help pick V up off the floor along with picking up the remaining pieces of plate that Jimin had left abandoned for someone to step on.

“Wow. Jungkookie you cleaned her up good! Nice choice in clothing! I approve.”

You continued to blush as Jhope gushed over how nice you looked. Meanwhile, Jungkook was looking more and more uncomfortable by the second. Thankfully the two of you were put out of your misery (or at least Kook was) as Jhope took your one arm and Jimin took your other and they announced happily,

“You’re sitting with us!”

Oh boy.

“Alright, everyone! Take your seats and let’s eat. I refuse to let this food get cold.”

There was a male chorus of, “Yes, Jin umma.”

After having no choice but to sit between Jhope and Jimin, you watched as the seven boys started grabbing for dishes left and right on the table. Suga and RM were a lot more civilized about it while V and Jungkook acted like they hadn’t ate anything in three weeks. You were pretty sure you heard Jin mumbling something about ‘savages’.

Meanwhile, the boys on either side of you were helping by offering suggestions on what to eat and what tasted the best. Honestly, it all looked good. However.....with all the questions filling your head to the brim, it was hard to think about eating. And that was when Jungkook’s words from earlier rang in your head. Trying to take his word for it, you started to pile your plate with what looked good and even took some of the boys’ suggestions to heart and plated some of that too.

It was then that RM spoke in his leader-like tone of voice. Everyone knew to be quite while they ate.

“Okay. First off, thank you Jin hyung for another amazing dinner. It’s always appreciated. We appreciate everything you do for Bangtan. We wouldn’t be complete without you.”

“I know.”

Jungkook nearly choked on his food and V almost spat out his drink when everyone watched Jin give a cheeky smile and a casual shrug of his shoulders; clearly very proud of himself and everything he did. RM smiled and rolled his eyes playfully before saying,

“Your modesty sways me, hyung. Anyhow.....”

Okay. This was it. Here it comes. You were finally going to get some answers and get the heck out of here.....

“To address the elephants in the room, we’ll start by letting our new guest over here ask her questions as I’m sure she’s dying to get some answers.”

“Yeah, cutie. Ask away! The floor is yours!”

You felt the heat coming back to your face as Jimin had called you cute. You glanced over to see him smiling widely that it was almost blinding. Honestly, it was kind of cute how his eyes got lost in his smile. Looking around the table, it was a little unsettling at how many eyes were on you. All seven pairs looking at you expectantly. Clearing your throat, you shifted in your seat a bit and tried to figure out where the hell you wanted to start.

“What is this place? Do we know anything about it? Why is it here? Tell me what you guys know about this place.”

“Ooouuu. Demanding. I like it---ouch!”

You watched V rubbing his side from where Suga had quite swiftly jabbed him to be silent. Or perhaps it was to be more mature? In your opinion, it had to be both. Meanwhile, the boys all glanced at each other as if having a quick, silent conversation of their own.

Truth be told, while you had been sleeping off your headache (no thanks to V), the boys had all gathered down in the very same dining hall to discuss what all they wanted to share with you. And now was the moment of truth.....or lack there of. It had been a tough decision to make and since RM was their leader and best with words, he was nominated to be the one to answer your questions.

“We have been stuck here for several years but despite the time spent cooped up in this place, we still know very little about it.”

It wasn’t an entire lie. They had indeed spent a lot of time here and they still knew little about it, but from what they did know.....well......RM had to be careful with what he specifically told you. Just in case you really were a threat to them. He had to keep his pack of brothers safe.

“It would appear the building’s origins are still unknown. The biggest discovery we’ve made is that.....well......The building seems to have a mind of its own. As crazy as that may sound.”

“What do you mean by ‘mind of its own?’“

Knowing full well you would ask that question next, RM was prepared to answer but, again, he had to be careful.

“When we first got here, we had no idea where to start searching for an exit. So we decided to split up and try to find any door we could that might get us out of here. In our search we found......what would become our bedrooms.”

The leader gave you a minute to process what he had just said before continuing,

“The next thing we knew, we were finding closets full of clothing. Brand new too. We found toiletries in the bathrooms that didn’t have a speck of dust or mildew on them. Then we eventually found the kitchen. And sure enough, the cabinets were stuffed with food and dinnerware alike. The refrigerator was completely stocked. Nothing with expired dates either. It was crazy to process.”

You couldn’t even begin to imagine what that must have been like for them. Or maybe you could? Speaking of them, the seven boys had since then started eating but this time more somberly. Jungkook and V had settled down a lot now that their leader was speaking. RM seemed to hold a lot more authority than you originally gave him credit for.

“It was as if the building knew our every need. Except our need to get home. Back to our homes where our family and loved ones are. Our entire world was outside of these walls and there was no way to get to them. To let our loved ones know we were okay. That we weren’t dead.”

That was something you couldn’t really relate to. The only person that might come close to missing you would be your boss who owned the diner you worked at. You didn’t really have any family left who would care what happened and aside from your fellow night shift coworker, you really didn’t have anyone. But seeing the look on RM’s face......you could tell the desperation to return home was still very much there.

“So that’s really all we know about this place. Basically that it’s got a mind of it’s own. I suppose you could say it’s haunted? However you want to look at it.”

“Good to know.........So who was the creepy masked guy who handed me the ticket? You guys looked almost just like him when I woke.......Wait!”

It all came rushing back to you as you once again recalled what had happened to you within the last 24 hours. The creepy masked ticket booth guy----And then them. The seven boys you were sitting here eating dinner so casually with. They were weirdos too!

Survival mode kicking in once again, you cursed yourself for letting your walls down and immediately picked up the steak knife that had been perched next to your dinner plate. Flying back out of your seat, you stood there brandishing the blade in front of you as you tried to put as much distance between them and yourself as possible. They all looked back at you with mixed expressions.

Suga looked the least bit bothered but he did seem a bit more alert than before. Jin looked concerned but tried to school his features. Jimin and Jhope were looking extremely worried for you while V was just in shock at your sudden outburst. RM remained pretty calm too; having expected something like this to come up. And then there was Jungkook. He should have known better than to think you’d trust him like he told you to. They were all complete strangers to you. But he had hoped you would believe him at least a little bit.

“You’re just like the ticket booth freak! He handed me a ticket and then you guys knocked me out! You’re working with him! Tell me! What is it you want from me?! And you!”

You pointed the knife at Jimin with wild eyes as you started to panic; your chest heaving and the room trying to spin a bit. The knife shook in your hand but you couldn’t help it. You needed answers. Things were happening that weren’t logical. They weren’t realistic at all and it was messing with your rationale. Everything you thought you knew was being put into question and that freaked you the hell out.

“What was with that crazy umbrella? And when I was tied to the chair----where were the ropes?!?! What’s going on here!?! What are you people!?!?

Jimin stared at you with sad eyes full of apology. Oh how he wanted to explain everything to you but he often spoke with his heart and let his emotions do the talking which was why he willingly offered to keep silent during this little questions and answers session. But the male’s silence only angered you as you shouted hoarsely,

“Answer me!”

You had no idea tears were starting to stream down your face. Everything was falling apart. You were tired, hungry, and nearly sick. It didn’t help that you had to ration your food on a meal to meal basis just to have enough money to make it day by day. You weren’t anorexic, but you also didn’t have a whole lot of meat on you either. It was just part of being poor. But having went for so long and not eating anything, well......it was definitely not doing you any favors. You always tended to cry at the drop of a hat when you hadn’t eaten in a long while.

You heard someone calling your name softly and the next thing you knew, Jungkook was standing in front of you. He looked calm but sad. You couldn’t see it, but the other six men appeared to tense up as their baby of the group approached you. You were like a wild animal but all Jungkook saw was a scared puppy who had been abandoned by the world and had to fend for themselves for far too long.

“Give me the knife.....please.”

“No! You stay the hell away from me, you creep!”

“Please calm down. Please.....You can trust me. I promise. Remem----”

“No! I will not calm down! You people aren’t human! What do you want?! To pick my human brain or something?!”

Jungkook called your name again just as softly and soothingly as before as he took a step forward and watched you take a step back. He hated that he was literally backing you into a wall but you didn’t really give him much choice. The knife was ten times more dangerous with the way it was shaking in your hand. He knew you were becoming weaker and weaker; he could sense it in your aura. It was a gift of his. A gift of many.

“Please. I will answer all your questions but please.....give me the knife. I promise none of us want to hurt you. I promise. You can trust me. Remember last night? I shared some of my deepest and darkest thoughts to you. It was because I trusted you.”

It wasn’t a complete lie. He did indeed share things with you but he was selective with what he shared. Things from his journal that he had already shared with the others. But still, he hoped it would be enough of a little white lie to get you to calm down. You were shaking so violently and he knew he needed to get some kind of nutrients in your system or you’d really fall ill.

“But you all----”

“Forget about them. They aren’t here. It’s just you and me. Just focus on me. You can trust me. I need you to breathe for me.”

He hated sounding like a broken record but he felt that if he would say it enough times, that you might actually believe him and just....trust him. He really couldn’t blame you for your doubts but he just really needed you to believe him. Meanwhile, the boys took the hint and Jin started giving out soft orders for the others to clean up while he went and made you something far more suited for your current state of health. Comfort food.

Suga went into the kitchen to help Jin with your new, revised dinner menu while V, RM, and Jhope started cleaning up the dinner plates and half empty bowls of side dishes. Although Jhope kept glancing at you worriedly with saddened eyes; clearly feeling guilty for having upset you so much. But did any of them expect this to go well? Not really.

However, Jimin was begging for punishment as he slowly and carefully made his way toward the two of you. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the blonde male approaching and you started to whimper and tried to point your shaking knife towards his way. But you felt a gentle hand grip your wrist and swiftly take the dinner blade from your hand. It had to have been Jungkook for suddenly the knife was handed to the older blonde. It was then that Jimin spoke in his warm, gentle tone,

“Cutie. I’m so very sorry for scaring you. I promise that my umbrella isn’t going to hurt you. In fact, I’ll show you some really cool things it can do later, okay? Just listen to Jungkookie and relax. He’s right. You can trust him.”

Your walls were crumbling and the two boys knew it. Even if Jungkook knew your walls better than Jimin did. The youngest locked eyes with you once more and he could see your resolve fading away. The whimpers falling past your quivering lips increasing in volume and your body shaking. He could see you trying to hold on but it made his heart heavy. Holding you up with one arm, he reached out his free hand and cupped your cheek while using his thumb to try and swipe away tears.

“It’s okay. You’re safe. You can let go. I’ve got you.”

It was strange how you knew exactly what he was talking about. Were you really that much of an open book? Or were your walls just that poorly constructed? Either way, his words rung in your head and the next thing you knew, your body was falling and your world was fading to black. Jimin’s voice sounding like it was miles away as he asked Jungkook what was wrong with you.

You can let go.....I’ve got you.....

When you woke up, the first thing that registered was how you were a bit sore. Your head sported a dull ache and your muscles felt bruised. As you opened your eyes a bit wider, you recognized the room to be Jungkook’s. The curtains were all pulled in as they were before to keep the room dark and the fire was crackling over in the corner. That was where Jungkook himself was perched as he seemed to be quite entranced with the flames.

What the heck happened?

There was dinner......Which you had no recollection eating. Your stomach confirmed that much for you as it felt like it was trying to eat itself with the hunger pains you were experiencing. But what happened at the dinner table? You laid there trying to remember. Something major had to have happened otherwise you wouldn’t feel this crappy.

“How are you feeling?”

The soft spoken question made you jerk into high alert on the bed as you refocused your eyes onto the male who had since stood up and was slowly and carefully approaching you. It was then that you noticed he had changed into pajamas. Pretty simple ones; just a baby blue plaid set. It looked good on him. But then again.....he seemed like the type of guy where anything looked good on him. Lucky.

“I um........What happened?”

Seeing that scared puppy look in your eyes, he decided it was best to make you think you had the upper hand and had the control of the situation by crouching down at the side of the bed. This way you’d be looking down at him rather than up and feeling towered over. Which actually......that kind of made you more like a cat. He had read where cats like to feel in control by perching on higher ground so that they can observe and be in control of what’s going on around them.

Not to mention you got quite defensive like a cat. And.....you seemed like a loner. Perhaps you were part cat and you didn’t even realize it?

“You had a panic attack during dinner. It......It was a lot for you to take in, honestly. We should have approached the whole questions and answers thing a little bit better. I can see why Namjoon hyung approached things the way he did but.....well......you’re quite the unpredictable one.”

You stared at him while turning to lay on your side so that you could face him fully. He smiled that cute, sheepish smile he wore whenever he was growing nervous. When had you noticed that? Oh well. Back to the information he had given you. You had a panic attack? Had you ever had one of those? You couldn’t ever recall having one. Hearing a soft sigh along with the calling of your name, you refocused.

“Do you believe in magic?”

Well that was a strangely random and cliche question. What was this? Some kind of movie scene they were reenacting? Giving him a look that said as much, you felt your eyebrows furrowing together in confusion and your head shifted a bit on the pillow as you tried to figure out how to answer such a question.

“Um......no? Magic doesn’t exist. That’s just......well.....made up. It’s not real. There’s no amount of science that proves it to be real. Even those goofy, corny magicians admit that their tricks are all made up of carefully crafted illusions. So I guess to answer your question, no. I don’t believe in magic.”

The irony of your response was heavy and it was all Jungkook could do not to bust out laughing from it. And yet, he couldn’t say you were entirely wrong. It was true, there were a lot of phonies out there who tried to call themselves magicians when really all they were was a bunch of....well.....frauds. Phonies. Frauds. It all meant the same thing. They weren’t real magicians. Not like Bangtan.

“What if.......What if I could prove it to you?”

“What? That.......That magic is real?”

You gave him a look and it clearly screamed that you were questioning his sanity. Perhaps being cooped up in this creepy, haunted building for so long was-----

Haunted.........Haunted........

“So that’s really all we know about this place. Basically that it’s got a mind of it’s own. I suppose you could say it’s haunted? However you want to look at it.”

And just like a floodgate being opened, everything came back to you. The dinner table. The questions and answers session. Then----the knife----your heaving chest----the fear that had coursed through you. You could hear your name being called and it snapped you out of your little trip down memory lane.

“You remember, don’t you? You remember everything. If you would just relax, I can explain.”

“Explain? Explain??? Jungkook, don’t you dare try to tell me magic is real. Because it isn’t.”

“Then explain Jimin hyung’s umbrella. Tell me. What’s the science behind his umbrella.”

He didn’t want to have to do things this way but Jeon Jungkook had never backed down from a challenge in his life. The gloves were officially off and he was ready to prove you wrong. Lady or not. And so standing up, he flung his arm out and pointed his open hand to the lounge area.

With wide eyes, you watched as an armchair came floating towards the two of you; gravitating towards the male’s hand. He moved his open hand gently towards the floor and the chair went with it as it suddenly came to a soft thud at the side of the bed. Taking a seat and swinging one leg over the other with his arms resting comfortable on the arms of the chair, you watched him poke his tongue into the inside of his cheek; looking absolutely cocky.

“I’ll let you explain the science behind that one after you’ve explained the umbrella.”

Okay you had to admit, that was pretty cool. And really hot. However, your mind easily generated a cookie cutter response as you sat up in defiance and folded your arms.

“Wires.”

“Wrong. But feel free to check the room for them later. Now back to the umbrella.”

“Mechanical. It’s obviously a piece of technology disguised as an umbrella.”

“Clever response but still wrong. Try again.”

“Trick mirrors.”

“Wrong again.”

“Ugh! Jungkook! There is no such thing as magic! This place has caused you to go insane! Don’t you see that?!?!”

You were running out of rational explanations but you refused to back down. You knew darn well that magic wasn’t real. It just wasn’t. Simple as that. A known fact of life, even. But the male next to you sitting in the chair refused to back down either. After inhaling and breathing deeply out his nose, causing his nostrils to flare a little, he patted the arms of the chair once before sitting up straight and holding his right hand out to you.

Confused, you weren’t sure what he was doing so instincts lead you to reach out with your hand to grab his but he stopped you with his free hand. After making a sound to stop you as well, he simply said,

“Just watch.”

With a huff of annoyance, you did as you were told and watched his hand. This was pointless. What was he even trying to prove by doing all of this? However, you tried to pay genuine interest in what he was doing all the same. And as the two of you sat there in his bedroom, you watched as a small flame suddenly burst from his open palm.

A gasp left you breathless. The flame was small but it burned bright and strong. The flames licked at the male’s skin but it never burned or blemished the flesh.

“See this? See how closely huddled up we are watching this flame. Do you really think I have some kind of trick mirror wedged between us somewhere or perhaps wires hanging above our heads? And I can promise you, my arm is not mechanical or robotic. I’ll even break a bone if it means you believing me.”

You stared at his hand with a loss for words. Lips parted with a rational response that you were never going to find. Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion as your narrow human mind tried to logic it all out. But there was nothing to figure out. Nothing to explain. You couldn’t understand it. But maybe you weren’t meant to. Perhaps you were meant to just.....accept it for what it was. Magic.

Jungkook watched as those walls crumbled once again. Your eyes went from that guarded, hollow look, to something bright and alive like a child’s. In fact, you were leaning in and inspecting the flames closer much like a curious child. And yet again, another feline-like trait. Such a curious cat you were.

Having no idea what you were doing or what you were thinking, you felt yourself take an inhale of air and tried to blow out the flame in his hand. And just as you expected, the flame went out. His palm was flawless as always. No damage had been done while the flame sat there. This was when the male decided to mess with you a little; his bunny smile unbeknownst to you.

The flame suddenly popped up again. Burning just as brightly as it did before. Staring at his hand in confusion, you leaned back in again and tried to blow the flame out once more. And just like last time, the burning bundle of energy died out. Just as you were about to lean back again, the fire came back to life in his hand. You repeated this same scenario at least two more times before the male’s laughter started to fill the room; followed by your whine of frustration.

“Koooook!! Stop it!”

“Oh my god! Are we really sitting here doing this?! You should see yourself right now!! You’re hilarious!”

You sported the ultimate pout while watching him fall back into the armchair while clutching his stomach with both of his now free hands. Haha. Yes die of laughter. You thought to yourself as you watched him slowly recover. Taking deep breaths and wiping fake tears away from the corners of his eyes, he sat up straighter in the chair and flashed you a bright bunny smile.

“Now that you believe me, how about we get you some dinner. Jin hyung made you some soup and the bread is still really fresh.”

“Who says I believe you?”

He had started to physically lift the chair to carry it back to the lounge when he suddenly stopped and turned to look at you. His one eyebrow rising in challenge and dang......you could feel your cheeks heating up. That stare. Why did he have to look like such a freaking sex god or something??? With a shrug, he responded casually,

“I guess you don’t have to believe me. Just don’t be surprised when you see the guys and myself using magic in front of you. Now eat.”

By this time, he had put the armchair back and was carrying over a tray with a bowl of still steaming soup and a loaf of bread that had been perfectly sliced. You could spot a small dish of butter on the side along with a spoon and butter knife for silverware. A perfectly steam-pressed cloth napkin was the bed for said silverware. Dang. This was hotel style service.

The tray had legs so that it could be placed over your lap but high enough that you could eat comfortably. So there you sat with your pillows propped up against the headboard and a lap full of food with a glass of orange juice. Just the smell made your stomach growl in anger. Feeling a set of eyes on you, you began to lift a slice of bread and used your other hand to pick up the butter knife. But as you tried to get butter on the knife and then transport the butter onto the slice of bread, you noticed how horrible your hands were shaking.

How embarrassing. It was probably from your low blood sugar which you often fought with. But you supposed that’s what happens when you try to make meals last longer than they should. Feeling those same set of eyes on you, you huffed and said in annoyance,

“Please don’t stare.”

“Sorry. I just......do you want help?”

“No thank you. I appreciate the offer but.....I can do this myself.”

Jungkook bit back a sigh. And there went the walls again. Reconstructed and stronger than ever. But he honored your wishes and turned away to give you your privacy while you attempted to eat. How was it that you could make his heart feel light as a feather one moment, but then make it feel like lead the next? Why wouldn’t you let him in? Let him help you? He had a feeling he knew why, but.......It didn’t make him feel any better.

While you were determined to eat on your own, the male kept himself busy by bustling around his bedroom. Now that things had settled down and the mood had turned somber, he had went into that same mystery room as before and came back with a fresh set of pajamas for yourself. Why he didn’t just conjure them up in front of you was a mystery even to himself.

The rest of the night was pretty quiet and even a little subdued. You knew you shouldn’t have snapped at him. He was just trying to help. That’s all he had ever done from the moment you met him. But.....you just couldn’t bring yourself to let him in. You were too full of pride and to be quite honest......being on your own was....well......it was all you’ve really ever remembered. You were pretty sure you had shooed him away out of cowardice. You were scared. Scared to let someone in because......what if you got hurt?

After you had finally managed to eat all the soup and at least half the loaf of bread, you were forced to drink at least half the glass of orange juice before you were even allowed to look at the soft, pink pajama set waiting for you and practically calling for you at the foot of the bed. After picking them up, you went to the bathroom to change and use the toilet one last time before bed.

Now came the fun part. After having another stare down with the two of you crossing your arms in stubbornness and refusing to back down, it was decided that you’d share the bed. The reasoning being that the couch would be uncomfortable and the bed was plenty large enough to still keep distance between you both.

“Are you cold? I can warm things up.”

“Jungkook......try anything and I will magically kick you out of this bed.”

#bts #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #bts scenarios #bts scenario #bts x reader #bts x oc #jungkook x reader #jungkook x oc #kpop fanfiction #kpop fanfic #kpop scenarios #kpop scenario #s;magicians

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makeste · 6 years ago

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BnHA Chapter 032: Round 1 Brackets

Previously on BnHA: Shouto told Deku about his tragic past of being abused by his shitty parents. Unbeknownst to them, Kacchan was secretly listening in. Shouto basically figured out that All Might is Deku’s dad, but let it slide. Deku declared war on Shouto, but this being a shounen manga, it actually just means they’re friends for life now. Endeavor was cancelled. Mineta was cancelled, again. The final event of the festival was announced, and it’s a good old-fashioned tournament bracket, so I am loving life right now.

Today on BnHA: Ojiro and another dude drop out of the tournament due to having been mind-controlled by Shinsou in the previous round. The round one matchups are announced. Deku finds himself facing off with Shinsou right off the bat. Ojiro warns Deku not to do anything stupid and get himself mind-controlled. The match begins. Deku immediately does something stupid and gets himself mind-controlled.

(As always, all comments not marked with an ETA are my unspoiled reactions from my first readthrough of this chapter. I’ve read up through chapter 68 now, so any ETAs will reflect that.)

I should be in bed but here I am!! come to see who’s paired up against whom for round one of the tournament!

Ojiro, I think I’ve been misspelling your name as “Ojuro” on several occasions. good thing I don’t think I’ve posted any of those recaps yet lol

(ETA: I had indeed misspelled it, and I went back and changed them all, so basically I almost got away with it, and now here I am calling my own self out. smh)

look at Ojiro and his solid beefy tail

there’s not really much to this guy so far

I can’t believe he made it to the third event honestly

he has problems with sitting. sucks, my friend

on to the chapter!

...am I to understand that we were this close to having everyone fight each other with foam swords, then?

I can’t fucking believe all we got was a stupid tournament

THE MATCHES WILL BE DECIDED BY ~RANDOM LOTS~ ONCE AGAIN

all I know is that Shouto will make it to the finals and fight either Kacchan or Deku, probably Deku

disclaimer: I don’t actually know, I’m just running my mouth

do we really have to sit through some other random activity before the main event

OH!!! TWIST!!!

Ojiro is dropping out?? why

GASP

he says he doesn’t remember anything about the cavalry battle at all. fucking knew it. MIND CONTROL

so he feels like he didn’t earn his place

in reality his quirk is just too boring to make for an interesting one-on-one fight. he’s better suited to background action. no offense Ojiro, I’m just being 100% real here, son

the girls are trying to convince him to stick around, but he says it’s a matter of pride. eh, if it were me I’d stay in the game and try to get back at the mind control guy during the tournament, but eh. he seems kind of shaken up, honestly, so maybe this is better for him in the end.

aww. Ojiro. looks like you need a hug, buddy. why does everyone in this fucking arc need a hug

just to keep things even, this little roly poly from class B is withdrawing too

godspeed, little man

Midnight’s like, eh whatever

doesn’t this fuck up the brackets, though? now they have 7 and 7. does someone get a bye in round one then? I guess they can determine that with the random lots too. hopefully whoever gets the byes won’t suddenly get all noble like these two idiots

oh, we’re not going to do byes but we’re going to replace the two that didn’t make it

YEAH GIVE IT TO STEEL RYOHEI AND POISON IVY

WOOHOO. SORRY OJIRO BUT THIS IS MUCH BETTER

TIME TO SCAN THE BRACKETS TO FIND MY SONS

BAKUGOU’S FIGHTING OCHAKO??? NOOOOOOOOOO

fuck this means one of my favorites will be eliminated right off the bat

lmao Kiri and Tetsu got matched up right from the get go

damn, Momo has to go up against Tokoyami. that one’s gonna be good

no idea who Aoyama is fighting

(ETA: lmao it was Mina. for some reason I hadn’t processed her last name)

Iida’s going up against Mei. good luck Iida

Kami vs Shiozaki... I think that must be the Poison Ivy chick? interesting

Todoroki vs Sero... nice knowing you Sero

and lastly... DEKU VS MIND CONTROL MAN

oh my god. can we, uh. just skip ahead to that one. !!!!!

also, Deku and Todoroki out here fucking up my predictions right from the start. the two of you had to be in the same bracket half. just had to be

wonder who’ll end up winning it all and facing off against my girl Ochako :’D

lol I can dream

this guy has “future villain” written all over him tbh

(ETA: I should just stop assuming that new characters are going to be villains. I don’t think I’ve been right about a single one yet.)

I assume the only reason he didn’t make it into the hero course is because he couldn’t use his mind control against the robots. sure, he could have possessed his fellow examinees instead, but they probably would have retained any points that they “earned” under his control

I wonder if the bags under his eyes are just a character design thing or if they actually reflect something about his character/personality/quirk. like is he an insomniac or something

he must have to do something in order to control people, right? maybe don’t let him touch you at any point, Deku

Ojiro’s warning him not to talk to him. I wonder if it’s less mind control and more hypnosis, in which case maybe if Deku blocks his ears or something... idk

lmao Bakugou literally has no idea who he’s fighting

Ochako knows though, oh damn

I believe in you!! but be careful though orz

“are you Iida?” “indeed I am Iida.” take it easy on this middle aged bloke, okay Mei

oh good, we’re skipping all of this

hopefully even the anime will skip it, since BnHA doesn’t seem to believe in fillers and time-wasting!

LOOK AT IIDA CHUG THAT OJ

GET THAT VITAMIN C BOI

also Ojiro appears to be talking to Deku, and Deku looks like he’s mildly freaking out. is he freaking out because OH NO TOURNAMENT, or because Ojiro is telling him what Shinsou can do? given how well he’s managed with the first two events, I’m guessing it’s the latter, or else he wouldn’t be looking so disturbed

okay I actually do like this picture of the girls cheerleading though

just because Hagakure, Mina, and Ochako look really into it, and Momo and Jirou are just like, blargh. and Tsuyu is an enigma to me

TOURNAMENT TIME

Cementoss is building the ring for them all!

wow it looks really good

I wouldn’t quite say they’ve been through “hell”... actually it was a lot less hellish than I thought it would be

is Deku in the first round? I guess they go from left to right

ALL MIGHT CAME TO GIVE HIM A PEP TALK YAAAAAY

he’s giving Deku a thumbs up and says he’s finally getting the hang of One for All

Deku says he still has trouble controlling it and it makes him nervous, like one false step could still fuck him up

well good. narratively, I like this level of control. it keeps each move risky, but also doesn’t necessarily mean that he’ll end up incapacitated at the drop of a hat

wow. All Might says that right now Deku can only handle 5 percent of One for All’s true power

you know we’re getting into some real shounen shit when we start talking about power percentages

Deku says he’s just gotten lucky with everything so far, and All Might’s response may just be his most dadlike behavior yet

I love it. the awkward pat on the back (head? shoulder?). the affectionate nickname. and the genuine compliment, because you know All Might admires the shit out of Deku’s hard work ethic

and he’s telling him to smile, especially when he’s feeling nervous or scared. because you’re a big damn hero, Deku! you got this my man!

here we goooooo

not even Present Mic the mighty chatterbox can think of anything to say about Shinsou. bang-up observation about Izuku’s weird face, though

so now the question is, does Deku know about Shinsou’s quirk or not?

typical tournament rules: knock your opponent out of the ring, immobilize them, or make them cry uncle

yikes, they’ve got Recovery Girl on standby for this one. well at least they’re taking things seriously. but that means shit’s about to get lit the fuck up

“fight dirty if you must” how fucking heroic. I guess that’s the part where they test everyone’s willingness to get into the nitty-gritty huh

although they do say that going for the kill is frowned upon, and Cementoss will supposedly stop you (uh huh. just like All Might was going to “stop” Bakugou in chapters 9 and 10, I assume)

oh shit. this means Shinsou can win just by making Deku say that he quits... I think that’s what this is hinting at:

(ETA: I actually don’t know why he didn’t just have Deku say “I give up” rather than making him walk out of the ring. maybe he can’t control speech? but at any rate, on my reread I realized just how sneaky Shinsou is being here by trying to get Deku to answer him before the match has even started.)

Deku he called poor Ojiro a monkey. punch him in the face please

Deku’s making a face at that

and he’s charging in!!

-- uh oh

WHAT’S FUCKING HAPPENING DAMMIT

and Ojiro’s saying that he warned him

shit. Deku looks like he’s completely under his control already

aaaaaand the chapter ends

well shit

BONUS:

this girl looks exactly like Matsuoka Gou from Free!. it’s fucking uncanny

like I seriously want to get a picture and compare them side by side

you know what, never mind though, because while I was combing through google image search for a good pic, I kept getting distracted by pictures of Rin. why is he so pretty

what the hell was I doing again

oh yeah

anyways so Kendou here is apparently the class representative from class B. good for you girl. I wonder what her quirk is

there’s not much else to her aside from her being a motorcycle-loving coffee-drinking class rep who looks like Gou lol

but I hope we’ll get to see more of her

#bnha #boku no hero academia #makeste reads bnha #ojiro mashirao #midoriya izuku #all might #shinsou hitoshi #after rereading this chapter I have to say #iida and the oj may honestly be my favorite part of the whole thing #I don't know what it is about that panel but it just delights me

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tom-hollands-eyelash · 7 years ago

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Mistakes were made pt.9 (Peter Parker X reader)

A/n: this is my very first FanFiction! Please be kind 😅 and please feel free to give me feedback! Also I lied about this being the last part sorry. ❤️😘

Summary: it's finally homecoming season! You should be happy for Peter and vise versa right? You both couldn't be more wrong.

Masterlist | Series Masterlist

Word count: 2,523

Y/N: Your name

Y/E/C: Your eye color

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“Y/N, you’re my best friend and I love you, but at the same time I’m in love with you. It took me 10 long years, and seeing you with somebody else for me to realize that. I’m sorry Y/N.”

You shot straight up in your bed in cold sweat. Your first thought was ‘Peter.’ That had to have been him saying that. “No. It was just a dream, Pete doesn’t love me like I love him.” You said out loud convincing yourself it was true. You look at your alarm clock on the bedside table next to you, 8:00 am. Homecoming started in 12 hours and you had to leave for Peter’s in one.

Rubbing the sleepiness from your eyes, you make your way to the shower and turned the knobs. While waiting for the water to heat up to your desired temperature, you looked at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes were decorated with dark bags underneath them to show the effect of the all nighters you pulled during last finals week. Your thoughts drifted to tonight and to the mistake you were making. You should be going with Peter, not Tom. “Peter doesn’t like you.” You said making eye contact with yourself in the mirror. You kept repeating that to yourself a couple more times before finally hopping into the shower. The shower was brisk and to the point. When you got out you looked at the time, 8:30. “I should start getting ready to go over to Peter’s soon,” you tell yourself looking in the mirror in nothing but a towel.

You move to your closet and change in to a pink over sized hoodie, black leggings, and black high top vans. You quickly dry your hair and put it in a messy bun before you put your makeup in a large tan purse, that also held your tan heels and small white clutch. Your eyes then lock on to your dress, you hesitantly took the dress off the back of the door and contemplated whether or not you should bring it. ‘May’s going to want pictures,’ you thought.You look at your clock one last time 8:55. You had to leave now, you left with your dress drooped across your arm as you locked the door and headed up to Peter’s apartment.

The door swung open soon as your knuckles connected with it. As if she was waiting for you, May was standing in the doorway smiling like the Cheshire Cat. “Good morning Y/N. Do you want some waffles before we start?” She asked stepping out of the doorway to let you into the apartment.

“Yes please. Thank you May.” You said stepping through the doorway. The smell of bacon and walffles filled your nose as soon as you stepped into the apartment. “Is it okay if I hang my dress in your room?” You asked.

“Yes of course it is.” She replied as she flipped the waffle maker. “Since you’re heading that way already, can you please wake Peter up for me?”

“Of course.” You said as you made your way to May’s room to hang your dress. On your way back you head into Peter’s room. His words (whether or not they were from a dream) kept replaying in your head. You looked at him while he was asleep. He looked so peaceful while he slept. He was laying on his side with one hand was under his pillow, and his other arm was wrapped around another pillow that was close to his chest. You wished that that pillow was you. ‘I’m I really jealous of a pillow,’ you thought. His curly hair was an unkempt mess, but it worked for him. There was literally no way that this boy could be any less attractive then he already was.

‘Y/N, you’re my best friend and I love you, but at the same time I’m in love with you. It took me 10 long years, and seeing you with somebody else for me to realize that. I’m sorry Y/N.’

You sat on the side of his bed smiling at how soft he was. You take a deep breath and place your hand on his bare shoulder to wake him up. You hesitant to wake him up and your hand finds it’s way to his face. You softly caress his cheek with the pads of your fingertips and push the nutmeg colored curls away from his closed eyes. “Peter. I know you’re asleep but I also know I wouldn’t be able to say this to you when you’re awake. So here goes nothing.” You took a deep breath before continuing, “I’m in love with you Peter Parker.”

By the time you finally said that your hands were shaking and you were on the verge of tears. You weren’t sad, you were relived. Relieved you finally told him how you felt even if he probably wouldn’t remember it and think it was a dream. You quickly kissed his forehead, got up from where you were sitting and left the room forgetting why you originally went in there in the first place. “Where’s Peter?” May asked getting the plates ready.

“He wouldn’t wake up.” You lie remembering how you were suppose to wake up Peter, and not confess your love for him. You hear May say something about how she’ll wake him up. And asked you to get a cup of ice water ready in case he didn’t wake up. Peter got up only after May threatened him with the iced water. By the time he got up you were already washing your dishes and headed to May’s room at 10:30. It took May 3 hours to finish your hair and make up. You looked at your dress and hesitated to put it on. ‘I should be going to homecoming with Peter,’ you thought holding your dress up against your body. You finally put it on and step out to the living room where you find May ironing Peter’s shirt, Peter was nowhere in sight.

“Y/N you look absolutely stunning!” She said looking up when she heard the clicking of your heels. You bashfully look at your feet and mutter a small thanks. You could feel another set of eyes staring at you, when you turn around you spot a half naked Peter leaning against his doorframe to his room. “Doesn’t she Peter?”

“Y-ya you really do look incredible.” He said as his eyes move up and down your frame.

“Th-thanks Peter. That means a lot coming from you,” you mumbled while playing with the bottom hem of your dress. May handed him his newly ironed shirt and he made his way back into his room and closed the door.

“You know.” You heard May say as she unlocked her phone to open her camera. “I was hopping that you and Peter would be going together tonight.” She said snapping a candid picture you looking at Peter’s door.

“Me too May. Me too.”

~Time skip~

“Hey you okay Y/N?” Tom asking nudging you. You give him a small smile and nod as you take a sip from your punch. “You sure? We haven’t moved from this table all night.”

“You can go and dance with your friends if you want. I’ll be here.” You said turning to meet his eyes.

“No. I want to be here. And I want you to have fun tonight. Stop worrying about Parker.” You give a small laugh as he gets up and holds his hand out for you to take it, taking his hand in yours and leads you to the dance floor. You danced for what felt like hours, and you were currently dancing (more like jumping) around with Tom to Miley Cyrus’s Party in The USA singing along at the the top of your lungs.

Once you saw a majority of people leaving the dance floor could you tell that the music changed into second slow dance of the night. Justin Bieber’s “That Should Be Me” echoed through the speakers at all the happy couples. Tom takes your arms and placed them around his neck while his hands find their way to the middle of your back. “I know I told you this already, but I’m still in awe at how beautiful you look Y/N.” His whispers tickling your ear. You smile and quietly thank him as he pulls you closer to him and tightens his grip on your back, and your head finds it’s way to Tom’s chest.

That should be me, holding your hand

That should be me, making you laugh

That should be me, this is so sad

The song continued ringing in your ears. You lift your head from Tom’s chest and look around at all the pairs in each others arms when your eyes fall on a specific couple, a tall beautiful light skinned girl in a pink dress and black ballet flats and a smaller boy in a black suit, white dress shirt, blue tie, and all black high tops. ‘That should be me. I should be dancing with Peter right now.’ You could hear his laugh from where you were. As much as you wanted to be happy for Peter, it broke your heart to see or hear him happy with someone else.

That should be me, feeling your kiss

That should be me, buying you gifts

This is so wrong I can't go on

Till you believe

That should be me

When the song finally ended you went to get some punch and sit at your table for a second before going back out on the dance floor to scream along with your favorite songs. Tom was pulled away to the photo booth with Harrison and Jacob for a while. Tom finally came back and had about 10 photo strips in his hand.

“Had a fun time I see.” You said raising an eyebrow at the photos in his hand.

“Ya I did, but I need on with you” He said taking you hand and pulling you towards the line for the photo booth.

“But what if I don’t want to take pictures.” You pout. He laughs at your bottom lip that you stuck out and poked your nose.

“Then I’ll happily take both Photos.” He laughs at your now scrunched up face. When it finally came to your turn in the booth you sit so close to Tom your practically on him. He hits the button on the screen to start. As the booth starts to countdown from three, you feel Tom move his arm around your shoulders causeing you to lean in close to him as the first photo is taken. You don’t move for the second picture but you see Tom turn his head to look at you smiling. You see a bright light indicating the second photo was taken. You turn to face him with an eyebrow raised, questioning him when you feel his arm leave your shoulders and places his hand on your arm. Click. The sound of a camera goes off loudly hinting to you both that the third photo was taken. You look at Tom, his normally curly mahogany mop of hair was slicked back, his nose was crooked from when he broke it more than once, his chocolate brown eyes sparkled in the light as he leaned in to kiss you. His chapped lips danced across yours as you heard click of the camera shutter closing again, signaling that the last and final picture was taken.

You realized what was happening and softly pushed Tom away. Your Y/E/C eyes met Tom’s soft brown ones that were so full of love. “I-“ you started as you shook your head. “I can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry.” You ran out of the photo booth and headed for the girls bathroom to lock yourself in a stall, and stayed there until it was almost time to go.

The dance was almost over when you finally left the bathroom, there was one song left but you decided to leave early and were heading towards coat check to grab your heels when you feel everyone’s eyes on you and a hand on your shoulder. You turn around and see a bloody and beaten Spider-Man in his crappy homemade costume.

“I believe I’m owed a dance Y/N.” He said taking your hand. You look over at Tom (who was at the table) silently asking if it was okay to see him give you the tiniest smile and nodded. His eyes were clouded with sadness, from losing his chance to tell you how he really felt.

You turn back to spiderman as he took you farther into the middle of the dance floor when the last slow dance of the night, “Can’t Help Falling in Love” by Elvis Presley started playing. You put your left hand on his shoulder while his right hand found your waist and both of your other hands found each other you started moving in the 123 step you taught him just the night before, turning slowly in a circle. “You should be at a hospital. Not at a high school dance.” You said stating the obvious.

“And miss my chance to dance with you?” His right hand left your waist and found his chest in mocking disbelief. “Never.” You let out a little giggle as he placed his hand back on your waist.

“I thought I’d see you without your suit tonight.” You said quickly changing the subject.

“Oh don’t worry, you will, eventually.” He replied, you swear you could hear him smiling underneath the beanieish fabric.

“What’s that suppose to mean? I only promised you one dance sir.” Your laugh mixed in with his at his cockyness. “And if I recall, this is the last dance of the night. So how am I suppose to see you without your suit?”

“I promise you, you will find out my secret identity soon. Sooner than you think princess.” You smiled and nodded at his words then continued to dance in silence as his hands around your waist tightened, pulling you closer to him, your head fitted perfectly on his shoulder. You didn’t realize the song ended until you felt Tom’s strong hand on your shoulder, you both knew it was time to go. But you didn’t want to go. You felt so safe in Spider-man’s arms, you didn’t know if it was because he was a super hero or because he reminded you of Peter, you just knew how comfortabe you felt. As if Spider-Man could read your mind before he leaves he quickly whispers, “Oh come on little firefly. Don’t let your light die.”

You went back to your table leaving Tom behind on the dance floor. You had to get home and wrap your head around what just happened. ‘He called me Firefly. Spider-Man had just called me Firefly. The only other person who ever called you that was-’ you stoped dead in your tracks “Peter.” You whispered.

Part 10

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teacherimagines · 7 years ago

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Apocalypse Series Part 8

⚠️EXTRA TRIGGER WARNING ON THIS ONE ⚠️

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He looked at all of the things you had out on the sink counter.

��I was just, um, cleaning up the cuts on my hands.” You mumbled the part after the um. You looked down at the floor part in shame, part in not wanting to see his reaction.

“Y/N. Look at me.” You slowly raise your head and look at him.

“Will you let me see them?” You bit your lip. Was he asking? Or was it one of those questions where you don’t have a choice to give an answer? You uncurl your palms and reach them out. T/C/N grabs each hand with his. He examines the cuts. Without speaking he grabs the bandages and gently applies them to your palm. He smoothes his thumb lightly over the bandage, which sends tingles throughout your body. When he finishes both hands he looks up and meets your eyes. He looked like he was in a trance. Your bodies were close. Your heart rate increased.

You were looking in his eyes, but your mind focused on how it felt having his warm hands hold yours. He looked away from your eyes and back down at your hands.

“You know, you should file or clip your nails. I know you might not want to do it, but it will stop the cuts from getting this bad.” You nodded.

“Okay. I’ll do it.” You let go of his hands to grab the nail filer out of the bag.

“If it puts too much strain on your cuts I’m willing to do it for you.” You shook your head. You wanted him to, but you wouldn’t allow him to keep taking care of you, you can take care of yourself.

“No, it’s okay. I can do it.”

“Alright. Well, I will uh-go make breakfast then.” He sounded hurt by your words. You didn’t know what to say. He left the room. You filed your nails and washed your hands around the bandages. By then breakfast was ready. You ate with T/C/N, and he was quiet the whole time.

“I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad at me.” You gave into your guilt. The silence was killing you, and if he wasn’t going to speak, then you were just left with your thoughts. He looked up at you, his face showing confusion and concern.

“I didn’t mean to push you away like that. I just meant that I could handle it.”

“Y/N, it’s okay. I could never be mad at you.” His hand reaches out and rests over yours. You feel his warmth spread to you. You looked up from your food. T/C/N smiled softly at you. You smiled small in return. It was starting to freak you out how much more cordial he was being, not like a bad thing, but you are starting to see a more sensitive side of him.

The two of you talked for a while after that. It started when he asked you how the book was. The two of you talked about that for a long time. T/C/N told you a little bit how the book related to his life, and it made sense. You turned the conversation into a more lighthearted one by making some jokes. He laughed at all of them, and it wasn’t a fake laugh, it was genuine. It filled you with confidence.

You talked until it got dark outside.

“Shhhh.” You hushed him. He was laughing at another one of your jokes, but then noticed how serious you were.

“Hear that?” It was the moaning of an undead.

“Yeah. Actually it sounds really close.” T/C/N got up from the table and grabbed the kitchen knife.

“Stay behind me.” You walked behind him, and he looked out the window. Nothing. He checked the windows on all sides of the house. You followed behind him as he unlocked the front door. You couldn’t see over him, but you heard more than just the voices of the undead, you heard the voices of the living too. They were screaming as they punched skulls in. They looked at T/C/N.

T/C/N let them in the house, and they cleaned up. It was a man and a woman. They both had wedding rings on. They had blood all over themselves. When they left the room T/C/N turned to you.

“Do we let them stay?” You shrugged.

“If we don’t, they know we got resources.” You say, not really sure what to do.

“True. I guess we’ll see how it turns out.” You sat down on the couch, and waited for them to return to the room. T/C/N sat on the farthest cushion from you.

When they came back they looked like ordinary people.

“Thank you for letting us in, even if you want to kick us out, letting us clean up was very kind.” The man said.

“I’m Carl, and this is my wife, Lucy.” They reached out their hands to shake T/C/N’s. He hesitated for a moment, but shook them anyway.

“I’m T/F/N. And this is Y/N.” You shook their hands as well. The four of you talked for a while, you getting to know them, and then them getting to know you.

“So how did you guys end up in this mess?”

“I actually was a teacher, and Y/N was one of my students. We were the only ones who made it out alive.” T/C/N said.

“Oh good.” The man said in relief. The two of you looked at him weird.

“We thought you guys were a couple. Good thing you aren’t.” Yeah good thing you aren’t. You went along with the conversation even though you knew you had different feelings on the subject.

“I hate asking this question, and there’s no way of dodging this...” Carl started.

“Could we stay with you guys a while? Just until we get back up on our feet?” Lucy finished his sentence. T/C/N looked at you, and you nodded, signaling that you were okay with it.

“Alright. You can stay.” T/C/N said happily. You hated how he based his decision on how you felt. Mainly because you made the decision you didn’t even want to make. You couldn’t push people out into the apocalyptic world just because you like someone they don’t approve of you dating.

It got a little cramped with two more people in the house. Especially since they frivolously used up a lot of resources. T/C/N finally stepped in and told them how we need to conserve more. You couldn’t lay down on the couch, because Lucy was sleeping on the other end of it. And Carl was sleeping on a chair. Good thing the two are oblivious and heavy sleepers because your dreams kept getting more extreme. They would only happen during the middle of the night, but once you got one, you got so scared you couldn’t fall back asleep.

You got to know Carl and Lucy very well, they are quite the talkers. You could also tell that Carl wore the pants in the relationship, and he was a little strict about it. You didn’t know if T/C/N noticed, because you and him could no longer have conversations by yourselves anymore.

A week went by, and you had gotten used to the couple’s presence. Lucy was a sweet woman, but Carl you weren’t so sure about. His mood changed often, and you wondered why. He has a perfect wife, a roof over his head, and food provided for him. What else does he need to be stable?

T/C/N left the house to go find more supplies. You weren’t exactly running low, but you were going to sooner than he originally predicted. He offered if anyone wanted to go, except you, he wouldn’t let you go. But no one else took up the offer.

You were reading a new book. This time not one picked out by T/C/N, but one you just randomly picked up off of the shelf. You wanted to talk to T/C/N about the ending of the book he recommended you read; and since you knew about how his personal life related to it, but you didn’t want to bring that up in front of Lucy and Carl. Today you were wearing your favorite outfit, and you hoped to get T/C/N’s attention from it, but he never looks at you anymore. You think that because Lucy and Carl are around that he wants them to think that he doesn’t like you, like not even in a friendship kind of way. It made you kind of sad.

You got up to go to the bathroom. Lucy was sleeping on the couch, and Carl was also reading. You went to the bathroom, and pulled up your pants. The door opened without a knock and Carl walked in.

“What are you doin-“ before you could sound the g he put his hand over your mouth. You screamed, but it was very muffled. You struggled to fight him, and eventually he got his hold on you.

“I know you know what’s up.” A tear fell down your cheek. Your heart was racing incredibly fast.

“The way you’ve been looking at me, the glances we’ve shared. I know you like me Y/N.” You were beyond confused, but you know why he was saying this, as an excuse to rape you.

“I won’t tell Lucy, and you won’t tell T/F/N, deal.” You shook your head no.

“I take that as a yes.” He pinned you to the floor, where you tried fighting him even more, but you couldn’t. He ripped your favorite shirt and tore off your pants. You were exposed on the cold floor and you never felt so helpless. He used one hand to hold you down, another to caress your body. You were sobbing.

“Shut up or you’ll be in even more trouble.” He played with the band of your underwear. You kept crying.

“Please don’t.” You begged even though you knew there was a very small chance that he would listen to you.

Then, the door opened.

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ALSO: I DO NOT SUPPORT RAPE CULTURE BY WRITING THIS! I just felt it would be part of the story because when the world gets bad people turn shitty. Even if there is nothing like an apocalypse going on there is still rape. So why would it stop during an apocalypse? I just think that it would continue. Now I don’t want anyone attacking me for writing this in as part of the story. If this is too triggering please skip the next few chapters. Rape is a sad and disgusting thing that goes on in this world and I wouldn’t ever wish rape upon anyone.

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