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jae-bummer · 2 years ago

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Practice Room of Doom

Request: Hello! May I request j-hope with the quote “Don't look at them. Look at me." Maybe where he encourages her to street dance, but she’s very shy. Or whatever you come up with. Thank you!

Prompt:

2) "Don't look at them. Look at me."

Pairing: BTS J-Hope x Reader

Genre: Fluff

This moment felt oddly reminiscent of your first day of kindergarten. As an adult, you never thought you'd find yourself sitting crisscross applesauce on a foam mat, waiting for your teacher to walk into the room.

Maybe "teacher" wasn't exactly the correct word. Instructor? Dance Master?

Nope, that made it weird.

"I smell burning," your friend, Bee, sighed. She gave you a side eye. "I think you're thinking too much."

"Or you're having a stroke," you muttered. "Burnt toast?"

"Burnt brain," she laughed, smacking you on the shoulder. "What are you worrying about over there?"

"Oh, I don't know," you sighed. "Maybe the fact that I haven't danced since our fourth-grade pageant where I was, for whatever reason, cast as Abraham Lincoln."

"Your beard was very impressive for a nine-year-old."

"I hate you and I want to go home."

"It's going to be fiiiine," Bee cooed. "We're going to learn a badass dance from someone who is really well known in the dance world, and then that'll be it."

"That'll be it," you nodded. "It's just that simple."

"Absolutely," your friend grinned before looking away. "And then we'll film our choreo for the YouTube channel and I'll take you for boba."

"I'm sorry, what?" you asked, gaping.

"You like boba," she continued nonchalantly. "Personally, I prefer the fruit smoothies, but-"

"Before that," you croaked.

"We're going to learn a badass dance," she nodded.

"After that."

"Oh, filming?" she said, furrowing her brows. "Yeah, the studio's YouTube is pretty well known, so they film when they have different guest instructors in."

"Okay," you sighed, moving to stand up. "That's it, I'm-"

Just as Bee had grabbed the bottom half of your hoodie and began to tug you back down, excited whispers filled the room. Looking up from your semi-kneeling position, you were knocked on your butt when a small group of people walked in.

One of them you recognized as the studio owner. You had seen her advertisements enough to place her face. Next, you identified her main dance instructor, who happened to have Bee drooling on a daily basis. And the third person didn't resonate with you, but you did have to reconcile with one thing.

He was hot.

Like melt your face hot.

Walking in with a confident swagger, his dark eyes swept across the room in quiet assessment. As if you manifested it, his gaze settled on your body now sprawled across the floor. You watched in horror as the corner of his mouth hitched up to a smirk before he looked away again.

"Dancers!" the owner called, clapping her hands. "I want you to meet our guest for the next few days, Jung Hoseok!"

The crowd erupted into applause as Hoseok took a bow.

"Am I supposed to know who he is?" you whispered, clapping nonetheless.

"Probably not," Bee chuckled. "I wouldn't have expected you to, but I think everyone here just creamed their jeans."

"So eloquent with words, best friend," you muttered.

She rolled her eyes before continuing. "He's a big deal in the dance world."

"I gathered."

You focused again on the stranger. He would be a big deal in any world. He radiated a sort of...lightness that only grew brighter as he waited for the applause to settle. Dressed in fitted, red, Nike joggers and an oversized white tee, you were surprised at how his simplicity made him look so cool. He wore a cap, turned backward, a small blessing that allowed you to really see his handsome face.

And that smile.

While he was already bright on his own, the grin kicked it up at least another hundred watts.

"Thank you!" he laughed as the clapping dyed down. "You guys can call me Hobi."

"Ho-bi," a gentle whisper of the crowd echoed across the room. This caused Hoseok to peel into laughter.

"We're going to work on learning some choreography today," he nodded after pulling himself together. "We'll get the steps down, and then I want you guys to pair off to practice. We'll give you the day tomorrow to perfect your movements, and then we'll be filming some clips the day after. Sound good?"

A muddled cheer lifted into the air as people began to wiggle to a standing position. Getting up on wobbly legs, you looked around the room and let out a sigh of relief. It was packed with at least 30-40 people. The chance of anyone noticing you besides Bee was pretty slim and you wanted to keep it that way.

The lesson went relatively quickly. You did much better than you had anticipated and actually felt a little flutter of happiness as you and Bee practiced side by side. The dance was much sexier than anything you would have attempted on your own (if you had even attempted to dance in the first place).

"Great job!" Hobi called, panting as he walked in between the dancers. "You've all got so much talent!"

You looked around at everyone who had expressions similar to your own. Pure joy and pride lit up the room.

"Now! Before we all go, I want you to split off into pairs or groups of three to practice tomorrow!"

"Hobi?" a girl toward the front row asked. Timidly lowering her hand, she waited until Hoseok turned her way, eyebrows lifted. "Will you be picking someone to film with tomorrow as well?"

"Ah, yes!" he laughed, clapping his hands. "I almost forgot. Who wants to be my partner?"

You could feel yourself shrinking into your own shoulders as he scanned the room. People squeaked and jumped, nearly every person holding their hand in the air.

To your horror, and Bee's delight, Hobi stopped his pacing and settled himself in front of you. "What's your name?"

You looked up at him with wide eyes, unable to open your mouth.

"Y/N!" Bee called behind you, leaning forward to shake your shoulders. "That's their name."

"Y/N," Hoseok said thoughtfully, crossing his arms. "Looks like I'm taken! Y/N is my partner!"

Your stomach felt like a lead weight as you trudged up to the door of the dance studio. While other groups were practicing wherever they saw fit, you had agreed to meet Hoseok back at the studio you had been tricked into participating in yesterday. It was never your intention to even be filmed. You had fully planned on learning the dance that evening and never showing your face there ever again.

Walking through the door, your feet led you to the practice room of doom. Standing outside for a moment, you watched through the small window as you saw Hobi freestyling something you hadn't learned the previous day. A light sweat already glistening on his tanned skin, you tried to tamp down the inappropriate thoughts swirling in your head. Swallowing, you set your hand on the handle and pushed.

Immediately stopping his motions, Hobi ran to the speaker to turn off the music pumping from his phone. Turning to you with that trademark smile, he waved.

"Y/N," he said, crossing the room to take your hand in his. "We were never properly introduced."

"Right," you cringed. "Hoseok, master of the dance."

What was wrong with you?

Hobi let out a huff of a laugh as he took a step back. "Is that what my new street rep is? Master of the dance?"

"I, uh," you croaked, wincing. "To be honest, I'm not that plugged in to what anyone's street rep is...let alone when it comes to well-known dancers."

"We'll change that," he smiled, patting you on the arm. You suddenly forgot how to breath as he looked you slowly up and down. "Ready when you are."

...

The torture was slow and painful.

You realized Hobi was a big name in dance, but you hadn't realized he would be as much of a perfectionist as he was. Since you weren't trained even a little bit, it made for a really rough lesson.

"I think I'm going to vomit," you whispered, falling to all fours on the hardwood.

"Water," Hobi nodded, immediately sweeping over to you with an ice-cold bottle. "You haven't been drinking enough."

"It'll just make me sweat more," you grumbled, plopping over. Whatever facade of elegance you had put on in an attempt to appease your instructor had dropped long ago. You had cursed, yelled, and nearly cried in front of him, so the charade was for nothing.

"That's good. It's when you stop sweating that we get worried," Hobi chuckled, crouching on the floor beside you.

Looking over, you were a bit surprised at how close he was sitting, especially considering how drenched you were.

"You did well today," Hobi said with a gentle smile. "And I apologize."

"For what?" you groaned. "Besides you know, nearly killing me."

"I should've helped you stretch first," he nodded with a grimace. "And maybe not have pushed so hard."

"Maybe?" you laughed. "Maybe I should have faked an injury at least an hour ago."

This caused a loud laugh to erupt from the man next to you. You had grown to love the sound over the past few hours.

"But then I wouldn't have the amazing, talented, and beautiful partner I do now," he grinned.

As you looked at him with wide eyes, your expression caused his own face to fall into something more static. "What?"

"At least two of those descriptors aren't true," you said quietly. Your eyes moved to your shoes. They were much easier to look at than him. "I just can't decide which ones."

"Hey," Hobi hummed, not shying away. He tentatively touched your chin before gripping it and redirecting your gaze to him. "You aren't giving yourself enough credit."

You chewed on your lip, searching his face for something you weren't even sure you'd find. "Why pick me? You watched us all. I wasn't the best. I wasn't the smoothest. I wasn't even the hottest if you wanted someone good looking for your video."

Hobi chuckled before dropping your chin and scooting so you sat shoulder to shoulder. "Want me to let you in on a secret?"

You nodded even though you were hesitant to hear what he had to say.

"It's not about being the best, or the smoothest," he said quietly. You watched in confusion as a blush began to color the tops of his ears. "And you should probably reevaluate the good-looking part."

You lifted your brows in surprise. This dancing sex God thought YOU were attractive? Well, I'll be damned.

"I picked you," he continued. "Because your shock at your own skills that day was a really amazing thing to watch. And I'll admit, I mostly did it because you thought I wouldn't."

You opened your mouth to speak but closed it again.

"Everyone can dance, Y/N," Hobi nodded. "It just matters if you want to try."

"There's at least a 70% chance that I'm going to make you look like an idiot tomorrow," you grumbled.

"And there's a 100% chance that I already make myself look like one every day," he grinned. "Who cares?"

"I mean everyone at the studio will be watching..."

"Don't look at them," he said firmly, causing your head to swivel in his direction. You locked eyes and nearly forgot how to breath. "Look at me."

The two of you remained locked in a staring contest, the room becoming significantly warmer for a different reason. Just as you were about to honestly ask Hobi, "What are we?" he conceded by reaching up and booping your nose.

"Did you just boop me?" you whispered.

"I don't know, did you think it was cute?" he laughed.

"Sure?" you smirked.

"Good," he nodded. Taking a moment longer to look at you, he finally pulled himself up and dangled a hand for you to take. "Should we get back to it?"

"Do we have to?"

"Yes," he nodded before a smile spread slowly across his face. "I have to start getting you prepared."

"For?" you asked, tilting your head. You had a funny feeling that he meant more than just the filming tomorrow.

"I'm thinking about taking up an instructor position here," he grinned. "And guess who's going to be my assistant for the foreseeable future?"

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mrs-gucci · 3 years ago

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A Fireman & His Dalmatian {Adam Sackler x Reader}

@spookyyslutt

Bae saw ur requests were open and im a slut for Halloween As my @ suggests 🗿 Anyways I'd LUV ur take on going to a Halloween party with Sackler and him getting handsy while dancing before fucking you sensless in an empty room👀The poor soul that has to clean up Sacklers mess 💀

I had a ton of fun with this one lol!! enjoy, my friend :)

warnings. SMUT, humor, frat party things, grinding/dry humping, vaginal fingering, p in v, barebacking/unprotected sex, creampie.

(possible) tw’s. *very* heavy pda, public smut.

word count: 1.4k

Surrounded by drunk-off-their-asses college kids, you and Sackler sway with the rhythms of the upbeat dance song currently blaring through the speakers. Somehow, you ended up at this frat halloween party, thinking it’d be as fun as it was when you were both in college.

It was much less fun as a mature adult, for the record, but Adam always makes things fun. Just being with him is automatically a precursor of fun, so you’ve learned after several years of being with him.

This year, the two of you did a joint couples costume, him going as a shirtless fireman and you’re his Dalmatian, clad in a scanty little spotted dress with a fake tail on the back.

In true Sackler fashion, he’s been grabbing at your ass and pulling at your fake tail, whispering silly innuendos in your ear, like “Gonna fuck my sexy Dalmatian so fucking hard tonight” or “You were such a good girl today at the station, I think you deserve a little treat” all night long.

As the dynamic between you two heats up on the dance floor, the whispers and touches become bolder. His hands now forcefully paw at your hips as his pelvis presses roughly into your backside, breath hot in your ear.

“Puppy, my slutty little puppy...” He purrs in your ear, grunting softly when he thrusts forward. “You look so fuckin’ sexy tonight, been wanting to put my cock in you ever since you put that goddamn dress and tail on.”

You whine softly, circling your hips and pressing back even more against him. His lips curl up into a smirk, landing a harsh smack on your ass cheek.

“You’re gonna get fucked so hard tonight, puppy, mmm...gonna bend you over and drill you 'till your eyes cross.”

His hand suddenly wraps around your thigh, lifting it up onto his ready leg before tracing your clothed center with his middle finger. He growls lowly into your ear when he feels how hot you are already, hips thrusting violently against your ass.

“A-Adam, god, I--we--”

He presses down on your clit, causing your breath to hitch as your hips jump against his leg.

“Shit.”

“Mmm, what was that, pup? Didn’t quite catch it.”

You huff. “We ssshouldn’t be doing this h-here, too many people.”

“What, you don’t want all these horny frat guys to see what a little slut you are for me, puppy?” His tone is teasing, tantalizing as his fingers slip beneath your panties. “You don’t want them to watch you fall apart on my fingers, hm?”

Your eyes widen when you feel him prodding around at your soaked entrance, legs instinctively closing.

“Adam, oh my god, we’re literally in the middle of the dance floor right now.”

He smirks, chuckling in your ear. “So? You’re still gonna be my little slut no matter where we are, pup.”

You can’t help the little whimper that escapes your lips at his husky words as they echo in your ear. His fingers suddenly press up into your entrance and you groan, head falling back against his shoulder. “Fuck.”

“Mmm, nice and tight for me, puppy.” He mumbles in your ear, scissoring and stroking inside you. “Mmm, and wet, too. So ready for my cock already, barely need anything to get you there, hm?”

You whine, hips bucking against him as he starts to fuck his digits and out of you at a rapid rate of speed. Your hips start bouncing gently on him, noises growing louder with each movement of his fingers.

“God, fffuck Adam...”

Adam grunts, now fully thrusting against your backside, cock straining up against the confining denim of his blue jeans. With your cunt wrapped so tightly around his fingers and his cock so goddamn hard, he’s practically foaming at the mouth to get you bent over and on his rod.

He pulls his fingers away abruptly and before you have time to complain, he’s scooping you up and rushing you to the nearest empty bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him.

He’s throwing you down on the stiff mattress top before jumping on himself, pinning you to the surface. You barely get a breath in before his lips are attacking yours with hungry, desperate kisses.

“Lick me, pup, lick my neck like a fuckin’ dog.”

Oh Sackler, what a lovable weirdo, you think to yourself as you start lick at his neck. He groans, hips wildly bucking into you now as he flips you over roughly and yanks you up on all fours.

One hand tugs your dress up over your hips while the other desperately works to undo the button on his jeans. You’re wiggling your ass teasingly and he grunts in frustration, smacking your ass hard.

“Quit it, fuckin’ slut. Can’t fuckin’ focus on getting my goddamn cock out when you’re jiggling your fucking ass.”

You can’t help but giggle at his words. This earns you another harsh smack before he’s pulling his jeans down and tugging your panties to the side.

He scrambles to line himself up with your entrance, and as soon as he does, he’s thrusting in with a grunt.

“Fuuuuck pup, fffuckin’ little cunt.”

Your eyes widen before squeezing shut, jaw slacking. “Oh shiiiiit, baby.”

His hips immediately pick up a quick pace, skin slapping and squelching together. He digs his fingertips into your flesh, fucking you with all the force he can muster in this moment.

“Gonna w-wreck your fucking pussy.” He growls, pinning your head to the mattress with his hand. “Split you rrright open, right in fuckin’ h-half.”

You’ve been reduced to mere gasps and whines, body rocking back and forth violently with each of his sharp thrusts.

“Mmm, mmm, mmm! Fffuck, Adam!”

He’s fucking you so hard by now you can barely see straight, eyelids fluttering as your eyes roll back into your skull.

“C’mon, pup, beg for it!” His voice is simultaneously low and loud, a deep rasp tainting his words. “Beg me to stuff my fat load in your fffuckin’ dirty, s-sloppy cunt!”

You whine loudly, drooling onto the sheets below. “P-Please baby! Please stuff me full, wwwanna be leaking when you’re done with m-me!”

Sackler grins, chuckling as he bends down to get closer to your ear.

“Oh trust me, pup, you will be.”

It doesn’t take much longer before he’s teetering on the edge of climax, the pace of his hips becoming rushed and sloppy as he becomes lost in his own pleasure.

He reaches around, fingers fumbling until they find your clit. After just a few circles, he’s got your thighs trembling and your knees quaking, bringing you right up to the edge of orgasm right alongside him.

“Ohhh baby, ohhh A-Adam!” Your eyebrows are pinned at the center of your forehead. “Gonna cum!”

“Yeah d-do it!”

His hips shift ever so slightly before pistoning into you even harder and this new angle allows him to rub up against both your clit and your g-spot, which sends you hurdling over the edge within moments.

Feeling your walls pulsing and spasming around him, tightening with climax has him careening into orgasm seconds after you. He buries each drop of himself deep inside you, keeping his hips pressed forward until he collapses next to you on the bed.

Both of you are breathless as you ride out your highs side-by-side. You look over at him with a small grin, hand smoothing over his sweaty chest.

“Did we really just screw our brains out on some frat kid’s bed?”

He laughs, giving your hip a playful smack. “Hell yeah we did, puppy.”

The two of you laugh together as you sit up and situate yourselves, heading back out to the party soon after.

--- Later that night...

Chad can’t seem to wipe the smile off his face as he heads up to his room, dodging all the wasted partygoers. He just had an amazing first date with a girl from Kappa and he really can’t wait for the next one.

Nothing could possibly tamper his spirits tonight, not even the huge party currently happening in the house. He pushes his bedroom door open, immediately hit with the recognizable odor of sex.

He pauses in the doorway when he flips on the lights, staring in awe at the mess on his bed that certainly wasn’t there when he left. His navy blue sheets are wrinkled and stained with both white and dark mystery stains.

His nostrils flare, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose before he spins around and storms down the hall.

“Jaaaaaaaaaaake!”

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h2bakugou · 4 years ago

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buss it challenge reactions

a/n: credit for this idea goes to the wonderful and brilliant @milkttea thank you for providing an amazing idea, may these headcanons quench all of our thirst <3

i couldn’t find any dance creds for this challenge, but if you know the person who started this trend, please let me know!!

all characters aged up 18+ au!!

headcanon: them reacting to their s/o doing the buss it challenge/trend

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, suggestive themes, fluff, no smut but 16+

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katsuki bakugou

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He’s already so drawn to you in the outfit your wearing. It’s skin tight, and all your curves are on display for him to see.

Even more so, the way you’re stretching, preparing for something you wanted to show him, he’s getting a little hot and bothered.

Is it hot in here or just you?

When you select the song and get ready, Bakugou’s eyes can’t leave you. Suddenly you’re dropping to the floor, the lyrics in the song sticking inside his head like the current image of you popping your hips out to the beat.

The grip Bakugou has on the armchair he’s sitting in his most definitely visible to you like the tent in his pants.

“Fuck.” Bakugou whispers, his mouth slightly hung open as he stares at you, still squatting on the ground, dancing.

“Did you like it?” You ask innocently, slowly rising from your position on the floor as you walk over to him.

“Is that the best you got?” Bakugou teases, letting you slide into his lap.

“You tell me.” You lean in and whisper in his ear placing a delicate kiss on his ear lobe.

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shoto todoroki

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Doesn’t think much of anything until he sees you stretching. You’d ask him to watch you do a dance, which he was excited for. He enjoys when you show him stuff, even more so if it’s a dance or new trend you’ve seen.

However, in your outfit that defines everything for him, leaving little to his imagination, he can’t help but feel like he’s overheating.

He’s kicking his right side into overdrive to try and cool himself down.

He remembers seeing you in the outfit once before, right before he peeled it off of you.

But shaking that out of his mind, he watches as you turn on some music and dance.

And then you drop to the floor, popping your ass out as he stands and admires.

You’re bouncing around in a squat before you stand up and smile, asking how you did.

“It was great.” Todoroki’s cheeks are red, and he’s done forgotten about cooling himself down as he approaches you.

“I didn’t know you could move like that.” Todoroki towers over you as you lean against a wall, smiling up at him.

“I can show you some more moves if you’d like.”

“I’d like that very much, baby.”

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izuku midoriya

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He’s excited. A new dance trend that you wanted to show him? He’s on the edge of his seat, ready to see you dance for him.

His face goes red when he sees what you’re wearing, and now he’s even more excited.

He can’t help but glue his eyes on you, your curves are on display for him to drool over.

You drop to the floor and his mouth hangs open. You waste no time bouncing and popping your ass out, smiling as you look back up at him, radiating confidence.

You looked so hot, Midoriya was practically foaming at the mouth. He was so in love with you.

“Holy shit.” He doesn’t mean to curse but it just slips out. He’s quickly searching for something to cover the evidence of his attraction to you.

“So did you like my dance?” You ask, a cute smile on your lips.

“I loved it sweetheart!” Deku beams as you walk over to him.

“I’m glad!” You kiss his cheek and sit on his lap. Deku’s green eyes are trained on you as you rest your hands on his shoulders.

“Let me show you some other stuff I learned.”

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denki kaminari

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He knows.

He knooooows.

The second he hears the music from you practicing, he’s excited. He’s pacing all over, waiting for you to either send you a video of you doing the trend, or having him watch you do the trend in front of him.

He’s praying for the latter.

And sure enough, you’d asked him to take a break from gaming with the boys so you could show him something.

Turning in his gaming chair, he sets his mic on mute and watches as you enter the LED lit room wearing something sexy, something that’s making Kaminari begin to short circut.

He’s gripping the handles of his chair as the music begins to play. You drop to the floor and it’s game over.

boner alert

He can’t help it, you look so sexy, and the confidence you’re radiating is turning him on more, god he loves you so much.

The way you move, the way your hips swing and the jiggle of your ass just sends sparks coursing through him.

He quickly hops back on the mic to tell everyone he had to go.

After, he motions for you to come over to him.

“That was amazing, baby.” Kaminari praises, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck while you sit on his lap.

“Thank you babe.” You smile, rolling your hips teasingly

“Show me some more?” Kaminari asks innocently.

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eijiro kirishima

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He learned it from Kaminari. The two send videos back and forth to one another constantly, it’s almost like they were back at U.A.

However, he doesn’t expect the video from you. Kaminari has told him about the trend and shown Kirishima his rendition of it which the two laughed about for a couple of hours.

But when Kirishima gets a notification that you’d sent him a text, he’s blown away at the video of you in something sexy and tight, dancing to this music that he’s heard before.

Sure enough, the video cuts and you’re popping your ass, mouthing the words to the song, smirking and feeling yourself. You looked fine as hell.

Kirishima’s biting his lip unconsciously, praying he gets to see you in this outfit soon.

You’re in the living room, a couple rooms away from him. He quickly leaves to go see you, standing in shock as he looks at you, still in the outfit.

“Damn, beautiful.” Kirishima tosses his phone onto the couch as he walks over to you, climbing to hover over you on the couch.

“Did you like it?” You smile innocently.

“Let me show you just how much I enjoyed it.”

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tamaki amajiki

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Like Kirishima, he sees the trend going around through Mirio. And he receives a video of you doing it.

You send him the video nervous about his reaction. But have no fear, for he is absolutely stunned.

Watching you move so smoothly, and to wear something so tight and revealing, he’s salivating over you, blush on his cheeks as he watches the video over and over again.

He can’t get you out of his head as he stares at you dropping to the floor and bouncing your ass.

He hears a soft knock on the door and fumbles to pause the video on constant repeat.

“Hey bunny.” Tamaki is glad he’d only said two words because you’re still dressed as you were in the video. You must’ve just filmed it.

“Hey baby.” You saunter over to him and set yourself on his lap, running your fingers through his hair.

“Did you like my video, I tried my best for you.” You kiss his forehead and smile.

“I-I did. It was good.” Tamaki knew you could feel something poking your thigh as you sat over his legs.

“Oh yeah?” You tease, pulling his head back slowly by his hair. You plant a gentle kiss on his lips and smile.

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mirio togata

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Completely aware of this trend. But he doesn’t expect you to do it.

But he’s absolutely stunned when you sit him down after begging him to take a break from work.

You’re dressed in something new and sexy, something that hugs your figure tightly and leaves little to his imagination.

“Just watch okay?” You smile and give him a quick kiss before turning on the music, swaying your hips as you get into position.

And then he hears it, the tune he was familiar with.

His eye are glued to you as you drop to the floor, squatting and bouncing your ass, smiling as you stare at him, confidence radiating off of you as you do your best.

It’s amazing, he’s so happy he took a break. He wouldn’t want to have missed this for anything.

His pants grow tight but he ignores it, insisting to keep his focus on you until you stand back up and stride over to him.

“Whatcha’ think?” You ask, kneeling in front of him, resting your arms on his legs.

“It was amazing, sunshine.” He ruffles your hair, staring at your pretty pink lips.

“I’m glad you liked it.” You run your hands up his thighs and smirk.

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hawks/keigo takami

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This fucker- i swear- he is the epitome of the fucking smirking & winking emoji

HE KNOWS.

He probably sends the challenge to you begging you to do it.

You cave and decide to spice it up a little extra just for him, wearing something sexy and flashy for his eyes only.

Even more, you do it for him in person, which was unexpected.

He’s sitting in the plush red chair that has several memories stained into. You enter the room wearing a red sheer robe revealing everything ‘hidden’ underneath.

The music begins to play and you start by innocently removing the robe and tossing it aside before dropping to the floor and committing to the trend.

Squatting and bouncing your ass, you smile seductively as you begin to feel the rhythm of the song, doing just as you’d seen in the videos you used for tips on how to do the trend.

You were a natural, and Hawks was paying very good attention to you. His amber eyes never left you until you finished, and even then the only darted to the growing tent in his pants.

“How’d I do?” You ask, prancing over to him with a big smile on your lips.

“You blew my mind, baby bird.” Hawks pats his lap for you to sit down.

You know what’s coming next and so does he.

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dabi

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Has zero clue what you’re about to do, and probably thinks you’re just gonna wanna watch a movie and make out or something. I mean why else is he on the couch with mood lighting on?

Doesn’t realize you’ve even entered the room until he hears music. He looks up from his phone and nearly loses his mind.

You’re wearing something sexy and revealing, the clothes hugging your figure just right, driving Dabi crazy.

He can tell you’re feeling yourself, the confidence radiating off of you is palpable as you sway your hips to the tune of the music until you drop into a squat, popping your ass out as you dance around.

“Alright, baby.” Dabi whispers, leaning back into the couch as you continue, mouthing the words and definitely looking at him.

The eye contact was feeding Dabi’s praise kink, you knew you were owning whatever it was you were showing him.

When the music fades out, Dabi’s wearing a shit eating grin as he stretches his arms out over the back of the couch.

“Didn’t know you could move like that, baby.” Dabi’s low voice send shivers down your spine as you walk over and take a seat on his lap.

“So you liked it?” You lean in and kiss the tip of his nose, smiling back at him.

“Oh I loved it, gorgeous.”

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tomura shigaraki

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If you can peel him away from his video game, good job. You’ve got his attention for a few seconds before he mumbles something about needing to defeat the boss and-

He’s frozen when he sees your skin, revealed in something sexy and red that matches his ruby eyes.

It’s skin tight and showing off your beautiful figure that Tomura praises on the daily.

“What’s this about?” Shigaraki rasps, actually paying attention to you now. You just smile and give him a quick kiss on the cheek before taking a few steps back.

“Just watch and tell me what you think.” You wink, waiting for the music to start playing. And when it does, you don’t hesitate to let your body flow with the song.

You drop to the floor and Shigaraki’s jaw does too. He didn’t expect this, he also didn’t expect you to look so damn fine.

You were eating this dance up, leaving no crumbs whatsoever. Now he remembers where he’d heard this song before, you were telling him about some dance.

You pop your ass and smile, staring back at him as you run your hands down your body, showing him just how confident you were feeling.

And when it was all over, Tomura put a momentary pause on his game to show you just how good you had done.

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overhaul/kai chisaki

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Chisaki doesn’t keep up with trends, he’s got a gang to run.

That being said, he does enjoy when you show him things, like your favorite song or trend. So he knows what’s popular by you.

However, when you pull him into your private room and tell him to close his eyes and only open them when he hears music, he’s a bit skeptical.

Yet he follows suit and he doesn’t regret it.

Dressed in a cute nurse outfit, you’re swaying your hips to the music and he’s enjoying it. He’s eager to see more. The outfit is hugging to your skin tightly, leaving little to his imagination despite having seen you many times before.

You were just so beautiful, your were pulling him in with every little move.

And then you dropped to the floor, bouncing your ass in a squat and feeling yourself, proving that you were basking in the confidence Chisaki loved seeing you in.

He loved when you were confident, unafraid to do whatever it is you wanted, god he loved how empowered you became.

When the music was over you made your way over to him and patiently waited for him to let you sit on his lap.

“Angel that was wonderful.” Chisaki rested his hands on your thighs, squeezing them tight as you rested on his lap.

“I’m glad you liked it, sir.” You leaned in and pressed a small kiss on the tip of his mask-covered nose.

“Would you show me some more Angel?”

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eraserhead/shota aizawa

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This man is either teaching or napping so good luck.

KJSFSJH kidding okay actually headcanon time

He’s got a lot of work to do, but he does take breaks for you, and he enjoys spending time with you.

That being said, he doesn’t know what you’re doing or what you’re asking of him when you pull him out of the bed he was laying in waiting for you to join him for movies and cuddles.

Also his eyes are now permanently glued on you in the outfit you’re in, skin tight and just what he loves, you look good, no great.

You sit him down on a chair in his room and turn on music, allowing him to look at you as you sway your hips until it’s time to do the dance.

“Kitten what are you-” He shuts up when you drop to the floor, showing him the new moves you’d learned.

His hand flies to his mouth as he rests his elbow on the arm of the chair, covering his mouth as he feels his pants grow tight. You looked fine as hell, he was struggling to hold back.

In a squat, you were popping your ass out, smirking as you maintained eye contact with the ravenette.

When it was over, you crawled over to him and rested between his legs.

“What’d you think?” You looked up at him with a soft smile. Shota runs his fingers through your hair and grins.

“It was sexy, kitten. Where’d you learn that from?”

“You want me to show you?”

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cottoncandyjester · 4 years ago

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IMPORTANT QUESTION: WHICH OF UR OC’S WOULD BE THE MALEWIFE’S OR SIMPS TO A GOTH GIRLBOSS DARLING???

Okay so a lot of them would happily simp for a goth girl(except theo but honestly fuck him) but let’s talk about an oc who surprisingly is a #1 goth simp

He would make such a beautiful bitch boy ✨

Warning this contains: submissive Hikaru, cross dressing, femdom reader, smut, use of the word mistress

People always seem shocked when Hikaru introduced you as his wife, you had this very intimidating aura and had a very different style than Hikaru made himself out to be. Hikaru worshiped you, you were his everything and he loved you, this didn’t seem to stop him from being a brat though.

“If only your fans could see you like this, what would they say I wonder?” You purred out with a wicked grin absolutely adoring the sight of Hikaru twitching from pleasure, eyes rolled back and drool dripping from his chin as he sat on his knees.

Hikaru was dressed in a sexy pink skirt the crop top that went along with it discarded on the floor. His cock throbbed and leaked precum as you casually turned the vibrator in his ass to high watching his entire body twitch and shake with bliss as he tried to contain himself but was failing horribly.

“So, remind me whose the bitch in this relationship?” You cooed out while sitting on the couch casually as Hikaru responded with a shaky huff turning his head away a fiery gaze still in his eyes.

“Fine. I’ll just leave” in an instant Hikaru shot his head toward you hands now gripping the skirt tightly as he gulped shakily “I-I’m the bitch.” He hissed out now panting heavily face flushed red.

“What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you sweetie” you were definitely enjoying the hell out of this and Hikaru swore he would get you back when he could. “Ngh, I-I said I’m the b-bitch! So please I can’t take this anymore” he snapped out eyes shimmering with tears of pure desperation.

“Fuck me, or let me fuck you I don’t give a fuck anymore! I need you, s-so please..don’t leave” Hikaru crawled towards you practically foaming at the mouth from bliss eyes spiraling with insanity as he sat on his knees his tongue trailing up your leg as he drooled all over your shoes.

“P-please touch me, j-just touch me already I’m gonna die if you don’t” he whined out hands shaking as he reached out towards you, eyes lighting up with joy when you pulled him up onto the couch before shoving him down on his back. “You’ll be a good boy won’t you?” You asked softly earning a frantic nod from him.

“Y-yes! I’ll be so good! So fucking good so please- I-I can’t think! I need you!” Hikaru sputtered out as he felt you run your hands along his thighs before pulling the skirt up noticing just how hard he was. “Wow this must hurt, my poor baby” you cooed out making Hikaru look away shyly “I-it does hurt, so please..”

When Hikaru felt you press your wet core against his cock he instantly let out a shuddering gasp hands flying to his mouth covering it as you pressed down slipping him inside the feeling of your wet tight hole making him cum on the spot hips bucking frantically and eyes rolling back.

“Naughty boy, did I say you can cum?” You teased out watching tears stream down his face at the utter thought of you stopping and leaving him alone to suffer. “N-no..but I couldn’t h-help it! It’s not fair how good you feel” Hikaru blurted out trying to explain his actions immediately shutting up when you started to move your hands moving to play with his nipples.

“It’s okay pretty boy I know you’re all sensitive, my sensitive beautiful baby” your praise made Hikaru whine softly with lust. “Hands up, pretty boy” your command was quickly followed. Hikaru placed his hands above his head one ontop of each other his loud whines of pleasure escaping.

Each time you bounced down Hikaru shuddered and bucked up both your moans drowning each other’s out, your mouth soon found their way on hikaru’s left nipple your tongue flicking against the pink bud making him twitch.

“Ngh! Y-y/n! M-my chest is so sensitive t-this is all too much! I-I’m gonna break!” Hikaru sobbed out eyes now glazed as he frantically bucked up over and over resembling a humping dog. “You aren’t gonna be a bad boy and cum again are you? You don’t wanna be bad do you?” You questioned out before softly licking up hikaru’s chest.

“N-no! I-I’m gonna w-wait til mistress cums, l-like a good boy! I’m your g-good boy, y-your bitchboy” Hikaru was an absolute mess, body shaking as he stuck his tongue out panting in bliss his words slowly becoming garbled messes as you slammed down on his cock again and again the feeling of him deep inside you bringing you close to climax.

“A-Ah, Hikaru I’m gonna cum. You want your mistress to cum don’t you?” You panted out getting a high pitched whine followed by crazed babbling in response the utter excitement driving Hikaru crazy. In an instant Hikaru latched onto you hugging you close now drilling deep inside of you face buried in your neck.

“C-cum! Please! Cum cum cum! Nghhh~ c-c-ahh~” Hikaru sobbed out feeling you milk his cock making him shoot blanks as you orgasmed nails digging into him as a shaky moan escaped you. After a few minutes of coming down from the high you two just had a cocky smirk came across your face.

“So, whose doing the dishes?”

“M-meee~”

You planted a soft kiss on hikaru’s lips smiling at his response “good boy~”

#yandere ocs #yandere imagines #yandere #Hikaru

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icarusbuck · 4 years ago

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12. watch me

FOX! 911 | fluff, baking

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Buck sat in his living room with Christopher at his side. They'd watched several episodes already of his current obsession, a show about kids trying to save the world. His feet kicked along to the beat of the intro music where they hung off the edge of Buck's deep couch.

Chris looked up at him sharply as his feet went still.

"What's up, kiddo?" Buck asked without looking at him.

"Can we make cookies?" he asked. He wore a grin like he already knew the answer, because they both knew Buck couldn't say no to him.

"Cookies," Buck said, turning the word over. He looked down at Christopher and tried to remain impartial. "I think we can make it happen."

Chris shoved his fists in the air, hissing, "Yes!" His infectious giggle made it impossible for Buck to keep a straight face. He broke into a smile as he shook his head.

He pushed up off the couch with a stretch. "What kind of cookies do you want?"

"My dad has a good recipe," Chris said, wriggling up to the edge of the seat. "Can we ask him?"

"Of course." Buck offered his arm for Chris to lean on, and they headed toward the kitchen together. He helped Chris up onto a stool and took out his phone. "He might not answer if he's busy, okay?"

"Okay."

Buck pressed his thumb to unlock the screen and found Eddie's contact under the recent history. He clicked on the camera icon and leaned over, holding the phone so that they'd both appear in the video call.

Eddie answered after a few rings. He wasn't in turnout gear, but he was out in the open with the sound of traffic nearby. "Hey, it's my favorite boys."

"Hope we're not bothering you," Buck said, trying to get an idea of his location from what little he could see.

"Nah, we just loaded up the bus. Heading back to the house now. What's up?"

"Your son wants to make cookies."

"Cookies," Eddie said, reminiscent of the way Buck had done. "Which ones do you want?" He directed the question to Christopher.

"The peanut butter ones."

"Peanut butter?" Eddie cried dramatically, shaking his head. He slapped his hand over his chest and looked adoringly at his son. "My favorite? I'll send you guys the recipe. I gotta go. Love you!"

"Bye," Buck said. He waited for Chris to blow a kiss at the screen and then ended the call.

While they waited for Eddie's message, Buck started pulling out what he knew he would need - flour, sugar, peanut butter. They weren't waiting long; a minute or two later, Buck's phone dinged at him. He swiped open the message to see a photo of a well loved recipe card, the looping cursive faded with time and use.

"Well," Buck sighed, looking up from the list. "We need to pick up a few things first."

A short trip to the grocery store later, Buck set down a bag of groceries on the counter.

Chris pulled out the one package that hadn't been on their list. "What should we do with these?"

"Those are for later," Buck smirked, taking the nerf guns and setting them at the far end of the island. He reached into the bag and started organizing everything. He directed Chris to one of the cabinets underneath the counter for a mixing bowl.

"Can I make it too?" Chris asked.

"Sure," Buck said, shrugging. It couldn't be that hard; he'd just show Chris what he needed to do, and if they didn't turn out right, they'd at least have his batch to fall back on.

Not that he was much of a baker, but if Eddie could make them, it had to be a walk in the park.

He planted Chris on a stool and set a mixing bowl on the counter, one with a rubber base so he wouldn't have to chase it across the laminate. Once all of their necessary tools were assembled, he went through the instructions one at a time.

First they put in the butter, which was easy to unwrap and dump in. He scooped the peanut butter and sugar into his own mixing bowl and watched Chris do the same.

"Okay," Buck said, worrying at his bottom lip. He picked up one of the eggs and held it up. "Do you want to do this yourself?"

Chris looked at the egg and nodded at Buck with determination. "Yes."

Buck couldn't help but smile. "Alright. Watch me - this is the hard part." He tapped the egg firmly against the counter and neatly pulled the two halves apart. "Easy."

He watched carefully and tried not to hover as Chris picked up one of the other eggs. His first tap against the counter didn't do much, and the second was a little too firm. Egg white oozed from the cracks.

"Oops," Chris muttered, making a face at his gooey fingers.

"That's okay. Just pull it apart over the bowl, you're doing great."

Chris dug his thumbs into the crack and separated the egg shell completely. Tiny bits of shell stuck to his fingers and some followed the broken egg yolk into the bowl.

"Good job!" Buck insisted, leaning closer to look over the edge of the bowl.

"I guess." Chris frowned at the pieces of white floating on top of his egg.

"Here," Buck said, stepping to the other side of the kitchen. He picked up a clean towel and ran it under the sink to wet it, and handed it off to Chris so he could wipe off his hands. Then he dipped his wet fingers into the egg and scooped bits of shell out until none remained.

Chris watched him with a furrowed brow. Buck could sense how badly he wanted to give up.

"There," Buck said, wiping his hands on the corner of the towel Chris still held. "See? It's okay, we make mistakes all the time."

"But you didn't," Chris pointed out, giving Buck a disgruntled look.

"I know. But I'm a lot older and a lot bigger than you." He put their hands palm to palm and curled his fingertips over to demonstrate, shaking Christopher's arm playfully. "You'll get there."

Chris gave him a small smile and pulled his hand free. The rest of the process was a matter of adding the dry ingredients. He only had to show Chris how to level off the flour, and soon they were covering their bowls and stowing them in the fridge.

Buck set a timer and they made their way back to the couch for more cartoons.

An hour later, he started the oven. Chris was tired from all the standing and mixing, and seemed content to let Buck do the rest on his own. He rotated tray after tray of cookies into the oven and left them to cool. They covered most of the island by the time he was done; he lost track of whose batch was whose.

He returned to the couch with a glass of milk and a few cookies for Chris, only mildly surprised to see him laid out on his side, glasses askew. His eyes were closed as he snored.

Buck set everything aside and gently picked Christopher's legs up off the floor so he would be more comfortable. He crouched down in front of him and pulled the glasses off so the frames wouldn't bend. Chris looked like Eddie when he slept, his face slack, drooling lightly onto the leather.

He leaned over to kiss the side of his head and covered him with the blanket off the back of the couch. The cookies lay forgotten as he settled in beside Chris, letting him recover the energy he'd spent standing and mixing.

The rest of the afternoon went quickly. They watched more cartoons once Chris woke up and devoured as many cookies as Buck would let him; at first it was two, and then another, and two more after that, and Buck realized far too late that he'd be handing Chris back to Eddie on a sugar rush.

The sun was setting by the time they heard Eddie's truck roll up. Buck crouched on the side of the kitchen island opposite his front door. Chris giggled next to him, ready and waiting with a nerf gun clutched in his hands.

Eddie's key turned the deadbolt and the door opened. He whistled as soon as he saw the kitchen.

"Damn, cariño, did you make enough for all of Los Angeles?" Eddie called out. The door closed behind him and he took a few steps inside. His next words sounded around a mouthful of cookie. "Boys?"

"Now," Buck whispered, and helped Chris to his feet. He popped up as well and aimed his own nerf gun at Eddie, pelting him with a dozen little foam bullets.

To his credit, Eddie played along, jerking his torso like he was being hit for real. He stumbled until his back hit the wall and he slid down it until he hit the floor, half a cookie still clutched in one hand.

Chris walked over just to fall in Eddie's lap, giggling uncontrollably.

Buck leaned against the counter, biting into a cookie of his own. He watched Eddie wiggle his fingers against Christopher's sides.

His peals of laughter filled the loft, a sound Buck didn't think he'd ever get tired of hearing.

#fictober20 #buddie #911 on fox #evan buckley #christopher diaz #love is stored in the peanut butter cookies #in my headcanon that is eddie's petname for buck btw #usermone

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bunnylouisegrimes · 4 years ago

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The Ex-orcist (Put Me Out) (NOS4A2 Fanfic)

(A/N: Ah! Finally! A fanfic! It felt nice to write after being so busy! Be warned that this story is dark, makes nods to Charlie’s trauma, etc, but it’s got some humor in it. Hope you all enjoy this wild rollercoaster ride!)

@fae-sedai @wraith-of-christmas-future @peculiarparasol

The Ex-orcist (Put Me Out)

By: Bunny Louise Grimes

The moment I woke up, something was wrong. But I didn’t realize that I should’ve taken it seriously until it was too late.

When I woke up, I felt panicked. I felt as if I either woke up from a nightmare or something was going on in the room that jolted me awake. But there was no such thing. My dream was mindless and actually peaceful (something about me in Pony Land near the Dream Castle while Firefly and Medley zip past and Twilight offered me a ride). The room was damn near dead silent. The windows and turned off lights ensured the room was so dark, it was almost creepy.

I rubbed my eyes and stretched my body out. I rolled over and noticed Charlie’s light snoring as he slept soundly. His slicked back black hair looked a bit messy and fluffed up thanks to the pillows. His deep brown eyes were lightly clamped shut. His yellow-tinted sharper teeth jutted out of his mouth in an overbite, causing him to breath in and out of his nose and mouth. His pale skin would make him look dead if he wasn’t breathing and snoring. His snoring was not loud, rather comforting, comparable to soothing background noise. His flat stomach and chest rose and fell with ease. His hands and arms were crossed over his chest as if he were slumbering in a coffin. He was still dressed in one of his silk Riddle McIntyre shirts and his suspenders from the day he hadn’t bothered to take off. All in all, he looked like he were in a pleasant dream he couldn’t leave and nobody could take from him.

I smiled at this sight, picturing whatever Christmas or horror themed dream he was experiencing. I wondered if I was there with him.

The feeling of fear I felt upon waking up had lifted from me and the urge to urinate took over. Rolling over, however, I began to notice just how creepy the room looked. Shadows seemed to move... oh, good Lord, don’t be shadow people... God, I hated them...

“It’s nothing,” I whispered to myself. “You always get this way when a room gives you the heebie-jeebies for no reason. Just go piss before you piss the bed!”

I pulled the warm covers off of me, exposing my legs and feet to the coolness of the room. The rest of my body was kept warm thanks to my nightgown covered in flowers, stars, and rainbows. I noticed that near the lamp next to me sat Kuchi Kopi, staring blankly at the wall. I grabbed him and turned him on by pressing his bottom compartment. The room flooded with a neon green.

Perfect, I thought. This should comfort me while I go do my business.

I gently got out of bed and tiptoed near the door so as to not wake up Charlie (although many times it happened anyways thanks to his sharp senses). I opened the door and it creaked lowly, making me cringe. When I flipped around, he had scratched his nose and rolled over, making small mumbles before going back to snoring. I sighed and continued to sneak out of the door and into the hallway.

I noticed that the white-yellow nightlight was still on, comforting me further. The whole house was still and silent, and my footsteps and his snoring from the room over were my only audible comforts.

I reached the bathroom, opened the door, and stepped inside, Kuchi Kopi’s light illuminating everything. I placed him on the sink, far away enough so that he wouldn’t fall over and get wet. After doing what I needed to do, I grabbed him again and walked back out, anticipating getting back to bed...

The rods in my eyes had to adjust to the total darkness in the hallway that jarred me. The nightlight was completely out. I didn’t understand how it had burnt out of all times but now, and how I didn’t notice, but I figured it was because I was focusing on Kuchi Kopi’s light rather than the light in the hallway. Still... how did it burn out?

An odd noise in front of me made me freeze and my blood turn to ice. I couldn’t explain it, but it sounded like a gargling and a grunting at once. Every few seconds, a deep and ghostly growl was heard. I managed to lift Kuchi Kopi up and I noticed that one of the spare bedroom doors was creaked open.

None of the other doors were open before.

I needed to see what it was. A large part of me told me to get Charlie, but the other part of me said, “Don’t be a pussy! It’s just an animal. You need to tell Charlie what animal it is. You’re gonna be fine as long as you don’t get too close.”

I walked as quietly and slowly as I possibly could, even moreso than I did moments ago when I was leaving the master bedroom. The noises got louder and louder, but I could tell it was only because I was getting closer to the source. It was unlike any sound I had ever heard. The more I heard it, the more I realized my mind and ears were not playing tricks on me. It wasn’t the flapping and squeaking of a bat or bats, it wasn’t the squeaking of mice or rats, it wasn’t the purring cooing sound of a raccoon... the realization of what it wasn’t after doing the process of elimination fully hit me. If it wasn’t any of these things... then what the hell was it? Should I even be attempting to see what it was?

I knew that by now, I had already reached the door. What would the point be in turning back now? I was already here, I should at least see what it was. A feeling of dread settled in my stomach and crawled into my heart, making it feel heavy and beat faster. I took a deep breath in through my nose, suspending it to summon the courage to peek into the room.

The first thing I noticed was a dark shadow in the upper corner of the ceiling. It was hanging there like a spider... that’s where the noises were coming from. My eyes went as wide as saucers, my heart pounded in my ears, and I thought I was going to let my urine go again.

The thought occurred to me: These sounds are not of this world. They are the sounds a possessed person makes when they’re battling the darker force inside of them.

Subconciously, my shaking arm somehow lifted Kuchi Kopi up to see this figure more clearly. I should’ve just ran... but I had no control over myself in this moment. I was too stunned and terrified to just run... so my brain decided I needed to do something else.

The green glow cast other shadows on the wall, much like in the master bedroom. I trailed up, revealing the figure was more than just inky black. It was... a woman.

She was wearing some sort of dusty orange-pink dress (perhaps from the 30’s?), with a basic floral design. Her bent legs were covered with stockings and her shoes were tipped at the end and old fashioned, clinging to the back wall and right wall. She was thin. Her fire red hair was medium length and wild, as if it hadn’t been brushed in quite a while. Her arms made her hands be pressed against the wall in a similar fashion to her legs and feet. From this, I could tell her skin was sickly pale, even more ill than Charlie’s pallor. Her face was towards the wall where she continued to make these noises, as if mumbling to herself in a rabid language only she understood.

I was nanoseconds away from stepping back when she stopped making her noises, making my rapidly beating heart drop into my stomach. The house was back to being dead still again. Could she hear me? Was she listening for me? Did she notice the green light? Did she notice the shadows? Could she smell me? Could she somehow sense me? Who was she? These thoughts screamed at me as I tried desperately not to rapidly gasp and let her hear me.

Not that it mattered in the end anyway, because a sickening cracking of her neck as her head found its way towards me filled the brief void of noise in the house. I couldn’t control the gasp that came from me and small jolt my body made when I saw her face...

Her wide green eyes looked glassy and empty, surrounded by hollow black holes, making her look even more sick than before. I could barely see the freckles directly under her eyes. I could finally notice her right neck and shoulder had a huge hole in them from where somebody had taken a large bite, causing exposed skin that had barely recovered and looked half scaled and half rotten. The left side of her face looked the same. Her lips were pried into a disgustingly large smile, and foam and drool pooled out of her mouth. Some sort of green-black bile dribbled down her chin and onto the floor. Her noises began again as she analyzed me.

Now, Charlie and the children were vampires. They were normally frightening, but never towards me. To their pedo victims, however, their eyes always had the look of victory and justice. A look of, “You hurt the innocent, so now you pay the price.” This woman held not that look, but the look of, “You are the innocent, and what I wouldn’t do to destroy you right here and now...”

Once our eyes locked for only a second, one name came to me, and I knew at once who was before me:

“Cassandra.”

She jumped down from the corner and landed on the floor with a loud THUD, making me jolt and gasp again. She looked like the perfect spider. Her head was still twisted as it was before, and she started crawling towards me at a steady pace.

I yanked the door shut with my spare hand and ran all the way down the hallway and back into the master bedroom, not caring how loud I was. A part of me was terrified of going back in there because a part of me wondered if Charlie was even in there and if I would somehow find myself faced with her, but I was relieved when I saw Charlie still lying in bed.

I pulled the master bedroom door shut, not taking any time to see if she was out in the hallway, locked it, turned on the lights, and dove into bed.

“Charlie! Charlie! Wake up! Please!” I begged, hyperventilating and shaking him awake.

Charlie jumped awake and shook his head, staring at me. “What? What?” He asked.

“Charlie-there-and-I-hallway-and-“

“Slow down,” he said, holding onto me tightly and gently at all once. “Take a deep breath. You’re freaking out and I can’t understand you.”

After about ten seconds of steadying my breathing enough, I spat out, “Charlie, your ex wife... Cassie, she’s... she’s in one of the spare bedrooms and she’s a demon! She came at me! I went to pee a few minutes ago and I heard these noises and she was there! Charlie please believe me! She’s gonna kill us! We have to kill her or get out of here-“

“Woah, what?” Charlie’s face went from pure concern and worry to one of slight panic mixed in. “My ex wife is demonic and outside our bedroom door? She’s in our house?”

“Yes!” I felt as though I was about to cry now. “Charlie, we need to do something!”

His eyes burned holes into the covers of the bed as he thought about what to do. I could tell the painful trauma he went through with her that was being dug out of him didn’t help him at all. “I don’t even know how it’s possible... why or how would she come back? And why is she demonic? Is this the work of another Creative? Is this a demon possessing her corpse? Is my mind subconsciously creating this?...” He rubbed his head. “I... I don’t know what we should do...”

Bravery swelled my heart as I walked over to a safe I kept in the corner of the room. I entered the code and opened it. “I’ll tell ya what we’re gonna do... we’re gonna kill a bitch tonight!”

I skimmed through my guns and tried to find a suitable one. “Okay... Thompson might be a bit much, don’t know how much we need to be Bonnie and Clyde, plus it might jam... sniper is for far away business... AR-15 might be too much too... CMMG Banshee... BAR is gonna be waaay too much... AUG is too much... Moisen Nagant, maybe... M1 Garand, Winchester rifle... Ah! Here’s my shotguns! These would work well and not fuck anything else up in the house as long as I’m a good aim! I’ll blast her face off! Now let’s see... Remington? Ooh! Never mind!” I pulled out a shotgun that was of course heavy, but suitable for a womanly figure. “This Mossberg Home Defense shotgun is perfect! But just for safe measure...” I slipped on a belt with a holster and got on my tiptoes, looking through my pistols. “Luger, Smith and Wesson Texas Ranger Commemorative Revolver? Definitely out of the question! That and the Bowie knife that comes with it are collectibles! Throwaway revolver that probably killed people before it was given to me? Ah, maybe, but that Dirty Harry shit is a pain in the ass, takes some force... Glock it is!” I pulled it down and loaded both my guns up. “That crazy bitch still out there, Charlie? I haven’t heard her.”

I looked up and noticed he was pressed against the door, trying to listen. “I can’t hear her... I can almost sense her, like she’s trying to hide from me, but I can’t tell where she is...” He looked at me, chilled to the bone. “Are you sure guns will work?”

“Well, we gotta try! We can’t just be weaponless! And you know what?” I walked over to the nightstand and pulled out a Saint Jude Rosary, pulling it over my neck. I grabbed a bag of holy salt and a bottle of holy water too. “We have more of these two in here, don’t worry. You hold these while I hold the guns. You’re gonna have to be my ears because I’m going to put earplugs on to protect my hearing. It’s bad enough guns can wreck your ears outside, but inside, it’s gonna be a lot worse. And I don’t have the ability to recover from any form of injury like you can.”

He flinched a bit at holding them. While he wasn’t harmed by holy items like other vampires, it did have some kind of effect on the darker side of his being. If anything, it was just a bit of discomfort.

I finished loading my guns up and took the safety off. “Alright, safety is off. I’m ready. Are you?”

We looked at each other with a mix of confidence and nervousness. “Yes, I’m ready.”

I put the earplugs on and we both tiptoed to the door, just as I had before. Charlie slowly opened the door and I aimed the shotgun, ready to blow her away. Cassie was nowhere in sight, to our surprise. We figured she was either playing hide and seek with us or still behind the door I closed. But how did she get into the house in the first place? Could she teleport? If so, why didn’t she lunge at me quicker? Why didn’t she teleport into our room? Because that would’ve been too easy and she wanted to give us a running start?

We continued to creep down the hallway. I pointed to the door of the room she was in. Charlie pressed his ears up to it. He shook his head to let me know she wasn’t in there anymore.

So she can teleport.

We continued to search through the hallway in each of the rooms. She was nowhere upstairs. We decided to search downstairs, but she was nowhere in the living room, dining room, or kitchen. We even peeked into the pantry.

The only place to look was the back room where the washer and dryer were. Exiting the kitchen, we opened the door and looked around the first part of the back room where the ironing board and some extra supplies were. We both froze when we heard rustling behind the door just beyond.

“She’s in there,” Charlie mouthed, pointing.

I nodded and readied the shotgun as we snuck over to the door. Charlie pressed his body to it, hand wrapped around the knob. He sighed with a look on his face as if he really didn’t want to open it up, but he knew he had to.

He swung open the door; it was comparable to ripping a band aid off. He flipped the lights on, revealing Cassie standing hunched over on the old washing machine and dryer. She flipped around to look at us with those evil eyes. She growled and hissed, as if defending her territory (but we all know it wasn’t hers).

Her growling and hissing quickly melted into a full scream, causing me to pull the trigger. A loud BOOM exploded into the room, alongside her face. Her face looked as though someone had run over it with a train. Blood and flesh splattered on the walls and her dress. Still... she didn’t go down. She cocked her head in curiosity and giggled inhumanly.

“What?” I sputtered. I shot her again, another explosion filling the room and strong force from the gun almost knocking me to the ground. More blood and flesh went everywhere and destroyed more of her face, making it look even more terrifying. Still... she didn’t go down. She continued to stand there as if nothing had happened.

“The salt! The water!” I screamed at Charlie.

He threw huge amounts of the holy salt and water at her. She writhed in pain as they both caused her flesh in various areas to burn and fumes of smoke to rise... yet she laughed her sick laugh, having a delightful time.

“Throw more!” I yelled. “Don’t stop!”

He continued to throw more. Bright red-orange-yellow boils formed out of the smoky burns and burst, making more blood trail down her sickly skin. She still laughed, unfazed by this.

“In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth and whatever God that may be His Father, in Their Holy Name, get the fuck out of our house!” I screeched at the top of my lungs.

This made her laugh even harder. I understood now: she was laughing at our attempts to get rid of her using weapons and holy objects and mentions. Did they not work? Was she beyond that?

“I’m running low on salt and water!” Charlie yelled loud enough for me to hear him through my earplugs.

“Throw it all onto her face! We have more upstairs!” I cried.

He prepared himself to get close to her, really not up for it. But he came through anyways. He ran towards her. Despite her swinging her arms at him, he threw the last of the bag and dumped the last of the water at her. The liquid dripped down what remained of her face and the salt formed a small chalk cloud around it. Burns and boils spawned everywhere, bursting pus and blood at different intervals. She cackled like a Hyena straight from the depths of Hell. Her face was beyond recognition, but I could tell that smile remained. Her eyes still kept their empty gaze on us.

“She’s not going down...” I breathed. “How the fuck is she not going down?! What the fuck do we do now?!”

“Do we pray? Will prayer work?” Charlie asked loudly.

“It’s worth a try.”

“I know the Lord’s Prayer.”

“Let’s try that!”

We recited it together to the best of our ability. The whole time, we focused our energy on her, even closing our eyes. willing her to leave and picturing light boiling her away. We even added in our own lines into the prayer. But instead of melting or recoiling back, we heard her slowly sliding down the washer and dryer, making gargling laughing noises.

By the time we finished the prayer and opened our eyes, she was mere feet from us, on her hands and knees. What made us shocked was that the blood on the wall, the flesh... it was all gone, and her face was in the middle of repairing itself. She let out a throaty banshee cry.

I shot the center of her chest near her heart (if not directly on her heart). This time, the blood and flesh sprayed on the floor, and she was jolted back a bit, but within seconds, her missing muscle, integument, and blood trailed back up her body. We noticed something off as her body repaired itself. As the injury was sealing shut, a glowing flash of static energy emitted from the hole in her chest before disappearing entirely when it was healed, as if nothing had happened. The sight of the static made Charlie’s legs quiver like barren tree branches in the cold wind.

“She’s a creature of the static!” I could hear him cry. “No wonder what we do doesn’t work! She’s only weakened for a few moments by what we do! She was in the back of my mind for so long... she must’ve gained the strength to escape to kill us all!”

While Charlie was crying out his realization, she looked at him the whole time with a curious and demented gaze. She panted like a dog with wide eyes and a disgusting smile.

“What does that mean?!” I cried myself.

“We have to find where I buried her body back in my inscape! What we do from there depends on the circumstance!”

She burst into laughter, as if she knew we couldn’t do anything, and anything that what we would be attempting to do would be stupid and worthless. Her feminine cackling was mixed with throaty sickness and reverberating deepness. Her eyes gained the glint of possession and control as she looked at Charlie. She wanted to make him hers again. She would do anything to get her hands on him to break his soul in ways she was unable to do when she was a bitter and abusive human woman during the Depression.

“Are you sure?!”

“I feel it inside of me, yes!” Charlie called back.

We had stepped back so far as she continued to crawl towards us that we were nearing the kitchen. She paused and swatted her hand to my Mossberg’s barrel. Instinctively, I shot her hand clean off. She flinched a bit, but she analyzed the missing body part in wonder, especially as blood came spurting out of her wrist like a fountain. But within moments, the blood pooled back into her body and she grabbed the destroyed hand with her other, twisting it back on her arm. The same static flash sewed her hand back in place before it returned to its normal appearance. She rose from her hands and knees, her gaze returning from her hand, staring and smiling directly at us with a look that read, “Now, where were we?”

She growled for only a second or two before she came charging at me. Also by instinct, I shot her leg where my shotgun was aimed. She fell down and her head hit the floor, but she erupted into her distinct laughter, especially as she raised her head to look at me again. She twisted her leg into place and the flash yet again healed her destroyed patella bone. Not even a shot near her femoral artery was enough to bring her down.

I wanted to shoot her again, even if I knew it was useless, but I realized my shotgun felt lighter, and empty clicks greeted me. I had used all five bullets the shotgun took. I was out of ammo in my Mossberg.

Before I could even think about reaching for my Glock, she had charged at me and threw me down. She managed to knock my burning hot, smoky and empty shotgun out of my hands and it slid across the floor of the kitchen. I screamed as she held me down with superhuman force. Her terrifying face met mine. Despite all the injuries it took moments before, the scars that lined the side of it, her neck and her shoulder all remained. They must’ve been permanent marks that would last for all of eternity thanks to the moment of her death.

“Charlie! Help me!” I squealed like a pig about to be butchered.

“Charlie! Help me!” She mimicked me in her voice, although I could hear there was a bit of my voice within hers.

I remember watching a Ghost Adventures episode many years before when I was a little kid. It was some special they had where they went back to the first location they had gone to when their show started, and they invited 100 fans to join them. The place was haunted by demons, and they captured mimicking of their voices in EVP recordings. It was later explained when they went to the location for the third time by a bishop that they had a friendship with that demons liked to mimic to mess with people’s minds. I had no doubts that if whatever was within Cassie was demonic, she would be mimicking my voice in some capacity to mess with everyone. Plus, it suited her personality when she was human. She loved to mess with and break Charlie’s mind, despite him doing everything for her, just to abuse him and control him. Why would that go away in her afterlife, especially if she was possessed by something that craved that evil and would want to use it to its advantage?

I tried to reach for my Glock, but she had my body pressed down against the kitchen floor too tightly. The horrifying thought of my kidneys bursting against the pressure, causing water, urea, ammonia, blood, and any other needed material that was to be cleansed out of my body bursting out of my flesh and congealing on the tiles filled my mind. I wanted to scream at this vivid image, but the thoughts occurred to me that this was Cassie’s doing. She was filling my head with these thoughts to get a reaction out of me. Maybe she was even feeding off of it, just as she fed off the pain of her husband years ago.

“Stupid bitch,” she hissed, her voice making goosebumps pop all over my skin. “Stupid short fat bitch. Die, you writhing insect. Die and-“

WHAM! Charlie smacked the butt of my empty shotgun against her face and knocked her back and off of me. The back of her head hit the floor and I took advantage of that moment to scurry away. Charlie tried to hold her down, but her upper half rose like Dracula out of his coffin, forcing Charlie to step back for a moment so his head wouldn’t smack into hers. Her head craned towards him and she pulled him towards her by grabbing onto his arm. My hand frantically pawed for my Glock in my holster as I still lied on my back on the floor.

She stared straight into Charlie’s eyes, speaking up in her voice, this time my mimicked voice not present.

“You drained me of my youth, Charles. You and those little shits of daughters. You made me this monster. You took away all my joy and happiness. You brought this upon yourself.”

“Shut up!” He roared, trembling to his very core from anger and fear. “You abused me! Nothing I did was enough for you! All you did was use me for free labor and to take out all your anger on me! The same for your own children! You were always a monster! It was you, alongside everyone else who hurt me in life, who made us vampires! You were a huge part of a large puzzle that created me! Don’t deny it!”

My sweaty and shaking hand finally lifted the gun from the holster and attempted to aim it at Cassie.

“Now you think you can come back and terrorize me and my new woman?!” Charlie demanded. “Think again! I may be Nosferatu, but it will be you who’s dead by sunrise!”

She giggled, her eyes and tongue bulging out of her head as if she was suffering from some sort of thyroid issue. I shot her head, but the blood splashed out and retreated back into the wound within seconds. She didn’t even flinch or react to this, just kept her eyes and grip on Charlie. She spoke up once more.

“Very cute, Charles. It’s almost as adorable as you flailing about when I threw that oil lamp at you. Do you remember your best coat and hair on fire? You looked so funny! My sisters and I loved to laugh at you! Remember?” I shot her in the head again twice, but just like the first shot, it was useless.

“Put me out! Put me out!” She mocked Charlie, just as she did when she was alive and human, but this time, she could actually mimic his voice. Her voice slowly rose from a mix of her own and his to his voice entirely. “Put me out! Put me out!”

“Silence, you soulless ginger haired bitch!” Charlie roared.

I popped a few rounds into her face, arm, chest, and stomach, but they were all useless.

Her voice suddenly changed to my voice entirely. “How could I ever be with you, Charlie? I used to be so young and happy before you. Now I’m dead and drained because of you, you gross vampire.”

This struck a deep cord with him. “Rose would never say that! Leave her out of this! She’s nothing like you and never will be!”

“I’m not now, Charlie. But wait till I grow older,” Cassie continued in my voice. “I’ll shed those yellow chick feathers and they’ll become that bitter brown because of you. It’s your curse in life. From Mommy Manx to Princess Cassie to Jolene to every other woman in your life. Like King Midas’s touch, except instead of turning to gold, you drain women of everything good. You’ll die alone one day. Your immortality is not absolute. You will die without a wife and those kids will die without a mother. Face it, Charles. I’m just like the rest. You thought Cassie and Jolene were different too... But I am one of many...”

“Like hell I am, you man beater!” I screamed. “Quit projecting your own bullshit and using my voice! Keep my voice out of your larynx and quit using your shitty words with it!”

She ignored me and got close in Charlie’s face. I finished popping the last of my fifteen rounds into her brain, but still, nothing worked. She beamed at his fear filled eyes and the trauma that lay behind them. Her voice became that of a man’s I had never heard before.

“When you go to Hell, I’ll be sure to have my fun with you once again, Manx boy...”

I threw the Glock straight at her head. She must’ve had enough, because she pulled away from Charlie and threw him back against the wall. He was hyperventilating and sweat poured from every crevice. Using the voice of his childhood rapist was enough to put him in this state.

“Enough you bitch!” She growled, her voice returning to her own. She threw herself back on top of me, the earplugs falling off and landing on the floor. Not that I had much use for them without ammo in my guns. I could hear her rattling breathing and voice much more clearly. “I’ll see to it your soul is raped of any essence of itself in Hell alongside his! Wait your turn!”

“Eat my ass, you psycho cunt! You’re nothing but a spoiled control freak brat who’s daddy gave her everything. You’re just mad you can’t control your kids and Charlie anymore. You’re mad because I’m a better woman than you ever were and I’m not even rich like you. I’m a better mother to your kids and they love me more than they ever loved you. You’re a joke! You hear me? Your own kids turned on you and ate you! That’s why you look even uglier than you did before! It’s a reflection of the damage you caused your husband and kids! But now they’re mine! You’ll never have them back! Go back to Hell where you belong and stay there, Cassandra!”

I managed to lift my Saint Jude rosary up and slammed it against her neck where her voice box was. It burned and sizzled her neck, leaving a burn mark. She screeched in fury, but before she could tear her teeth into my jugular or face, Charlie ripped her off of me and wrapped his fingers around her freshly burnt neck, strangling her.

“All of this pain you caused me is enough, but you will not try to use my other experiences against me,” he spoke lowly before erupting into a yell. “Stay out of our heads and stay out of our lives! Die again!”

Cassie squirmed and giggled, as if he were tickling her rather than strangling her. I took this chance to grab his Wraith’s keys from the coat hanger in the dining room. I ran back to him and held onto his back. “Come on, Charlie! We have to get out of here! It’s not working! We need to leave!”

After a few seconds of clinging to his death grip on her, he finally loosened and grabbed onto me. Cassie didn’t miss a beat and snapped her jaw at one of my tendons. I screamed, but Charlie picked me up just in time before she could rip it apart with her mandibles. He took off running and held me close to him. He unlocked the door and threw it open. She began to crawl towards us again, but we slammed the door shut behind us and took off running towards the barn where the Wraith sat, waiting for another ride.

The night air felt cool and healing on our sweaty bodies, and dark clouds sat above, eyeing us. I clung to Charlie for dear life and sputtered out, “I’m so sorry for everything she did to you and everything else that happened to you. I love you so much and I would never hurt you with any intent.”

“I know, I know,” he gasped. “And I appreciate that deeply. I thank you for all of eternity, and I will love you too for all of eternity, but don’t make it sound like goodbye. We’re going to finish this bitch once and for all!”

The doors of the barn swung open and he set me down. We ran to the Wraith’s doors, who opened for us with human eagerness. It was as if she was saying, “Need an escape? Don’t fear! I’m here!”

We dove into our respective seats, closing the doors behind us. Charlie fumbled with the keys before putting them in the ignition. The engine purred to life, a calming hum that put both our hearts to ease, a familiarity that could settle one down when panic was an appropriate response to a situation.

He put the Wraith in gear and pulled back out of the barn at speeds I didn’t think were possible for a car that was designed to only go 80 miles an hour maximum. Before he could pull out of the driveway, a large THUD distrupted us. We screamed at Cassie sitting on the hood, that foam, drool, and bile from when I first saw her dribbling out of her open mouth, ready to bite. Her eyes were wide in an impossible way.

“I’ll skin you both alive and fuck your skulls until your souls are mine!” She rasped.

The Wraith, as if reacting on her own, flipped her hood up and knocked Cassie down onto the gravel. Without Charlie’s control, the Rolls lurched forward and backward over Cassie’s body, flattening her like a pancake. The car did this for twenty seconds straight. It pulled back after the twenty seconds were up and through the headlights, we saw Cassie laying flat on the ground.

Without even thinking, it was my turn to burst into laughter. I laughed and I laughed, then Charlie started laughing. It was something straight out of Airplane or Monty Python. The fact the car had a mind of her own and was willing to fight Cassie too had us rolling. Not even the Wraith, a car, liked Cassie, and was willing to run over her. It was hilarious.

Our laughter, no matter how mad and brief it was, was cut off by Cassie raising her head. That sick smile was gone, and in its place was the most terrifying frown and set of hateful eyes you could possibly imagine.

“No more games!” She growled. “Get ready to die!”

We floored it down the driveway and onto the road. Charlie focused his mind on the static to get to the Saint Nick Parkway as quickly as possible to find where he buried Cassie’s body. I peaked into the rear view mirror and saw Cassie sprinting at us on all fours like a rabid wolf chasing after the car. Before she could reach us, a flash of static consumed the car like lightning. The sky became filled with snow and stars, and the scene became familiar: we were in Charlie’s mind.

I sighed and pressed my head against the cool glass of the car’s window. Charlie focused solely on driving now, trying to remember where he placed Cassie’s corpse. I dared not bother him, as his face read total dedication and if I disrupted him, he would’ve most likely snapped without even meaning to.

After a few minutes, we pulled up to a small little forest of barren trees. He finally spoke up.

“This is where I buried her.”

We stepped out of the car and the doors closed behind us. Without my proper clothes, I was freezing. Even though Charlie didn’t bring his coat or shoes, his body temperature dictated he was fine. We searched throughout the trees until one stood out to us.

“Good God...” Charlie breathed.

The tree was taller than all the rest and black, with glowing red cracks crawling all throughout it. Its limbs were sharp like knives. It stood out like an infection amongst all the white snow and other normal trees. Beneath its base was an empty, dug up grave.

“Just as I thought... Her dark energy must’ve created this when it filled some of the voids in the static...” he mumbled. “Brought her back to life...”

“Isn’t it wonderful?” Her voice made us recoil as she came out from behind the trunk. “Just like your Wraith, it’s my object of power. It’s supplied me with so much energy, it’s made me impossible to kill. After I’m done killing you two, your precious Christmasland will be easy to gain control over once I take possession of that Phantom. Those little shits’ souls will belong to me, and I will turn your goulish theme park from one of fun to one of fun... for only me!” She gave a series of maniacal laughter.

If this tree is like his Wraith... that must mean...

An idea occurred to me as I rushed back to the car. Charlie stayed where he stood, paralyzed in fear. Cassie leaned in and stared daggers into him.

“Give in, Charles... it’s taken me all these years, but just like when we were together... I always won and got what I want in the end... now, prepare to watch your world melt into static to my own desires... not even your own mind belongs to you anymore... just like daddy told me... everything I want is mine, and if not... there will always be a way for me to have it all.”

“Your daddy was wrong, cunt,” I called. “Tell him that when you see him in Hell.”

She looked up as I lit an oil lamp I grabbed from the trunk of the car on fire. Her face went from one of smugness and delight to the one she had when she watched the husband and kids she abused become vampires about to turn on her: one of pure fear and horror.

“No... no! Get that away! Get that away!” She cried. She backed away from Charlie, about to approach me...

Too late.

I threw the lamp at the tree. The black bark exploded into flames. Mixed with the red cracks in it, the tree became nothing but a bright red light. Cassie fell to her knees screaming like a toy with dying batteries in agony. Her whole body was melting, like the Wicked Witch of the West did when water splashed on her (although, it was quite ironic given that it was fire this time).

Cassie continued to scream. “Put me out! Put me out!” She screeched. Her integumentary, muscular, and skeletal systems became jelly. Every organ melted into soupy liquid. Every nerve and cell burst. Her green eyes pooled onto the snow in boiling liquid, and a similar liquid (most likely her brain) oozed from her ears and nose. Her red hair fell in clumps. The liquid poured out of her mouth, causing her screaming to die down and became nothing but the odd liquid dripping out of her. Most likely, it was her innards filling her and rising out. She fell entirely to the ground. This went on for a full minute.

The flames of the tree died down just as her screams had and it fell to the ground the same time she had, the water from the snow preventing it from spreading and causing a forest fire. By then, the tree was nothing but a husk of smoke and dead wood, and Cassie was nothing but an empty, flattened, liquified and lifeless corpse. Her life was snuffed out just as the tree’s flames were by the snow.

I grabbed onto Charlie’s hand, leaning into him, as if to tell him, “She can’t hurt us anymore... she won’t hurt them... she can’t hurt you anymore...”

“Put me out... Put me out...” Charlie whispered suddenly, a smile forming on his lips, his overbite jutting out, his eyes gleaming with victory. “Put me out... Put me out...”

#nos4a2 #charlie manx #charles manx #nos4a2 charlie

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sugaabooga · 4 years ago

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Sleep For Smiles

Pairing: Seokjin x nurse!Reader

Genre: Fluff, fluff, fluff, smol f2l!au

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: PG-13, some cursing, Seokjin’s lowkey being neglected

Synopsis: After another tiring night shift, you go back home to find Seokjin doing the most to make you crack a smile. -OR- “Can i request a jin x reader fluff where reader is super grumpy and tired all the time and jin wants her to smile uwu”

“EEUHH.”

“Whoa.”

You pause in your loud stretching and shoot a glare up at the doctor who stands leaning over the counter with an amused grin.

He flips back to the first page of his clipboard and drops his hands down behind his back, continuing to look at you with a playful glint in his eye.

“What are you looking at Min?” you hiss.

Yoongi shrugs. “Your ugly ass face, that’s what.”

You over exaggerate a gasp making the 3rd year resident roll his eyes and let out a snort.

“Have you eaten?” he asks with a disinterested expression.

You sigh, shaking your head and going back to analyze the patient’s orders you received from another resident just a few minutes ago. “One of the professors got some food from the convenience store, but I haven’t had a chance to eat it.”

Yoongi looks at you with an awkward smile. “Well, you should uh. . . eat soon.”

You hold back your laugh at the tsundere doctor that you’ve managed to befriend during your three years of working at Yonsei University Hospital and instead shoot him a grateful look to minimize his discomfort of somewhat outwardly showing his care for you.

“Thanks, Yoongi,” you say, making his face slightly pink in embarrassment. He awkwardly coughs and holds up his clipboard, lightly smacking it against the counter.

“Well, I’ll be in the night room,” he states, an indirect way of telling you to come find him if there was an emergency.

You nod and send him away, going right back to organizing other patient records and making sure nothing was out of the ordinary. You sigh after what feels like a few hours but to your dismay, it’s only been thirty minutes.

Internally cursing the clock that reads 2am, you heave your lethargic body up from the comforts of your swivel chair and head over to the carts so you can replace a couple of patient’s IV drips.

Just a few more hours, you encourage yourself. A few more hours and your night shift for today will be over. It’ll be home at last.

“Babe?”

The voice that usually has the power to immediately form a smile on your face fails to do so as you trudge in through your door at 9 in the morning.

You hear feet shuffling as you haphazardly kick away your shoes and enter the living area of your small apartment. You fail to notice the sink empty of dirty dishes, coffee table clear of cups, plates, and wrappers, and your random clothes and objects previously strewn all over the floors, placed into a hamper or their original places.

Your boyfriend appears, head peeking out from behind the wall.

“Well hello there,” you say in mild surprise, not having expected him to be over at your apartment so early in the morning.

Seokjin’s brows furrow before wrapping you in a brief hug. “Were you at the hospital this whole time?”

“Mmpgh,” you grunt in response, as he pulls away and you stumble past, heading straight to the couch. As you near the living room area, you realize his computer’s out, meaning that he must have been working before you came.

With a heavy sigh, you automatically collapse onto the couch. “Seokjin.”

“Hm?” Seokjin makes his way over to the couch as well, gently sitting on the sofa beside you. He gazes down at you with a soft smile, arm immediately wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you into his side.

“M tired,” you mutter at which Seokjin chuckles, caressing your hair.

“I came early in the morning in hopes to cook us both breakfast,” he says. “I thought your night shift was two days from now.”

You weakly nod as your consciousness goes in and out. Curse Kim Seokjin and his warm, squishy body. You wrap your arms around Seokjin's waist, adjusting yourself into a more comfortable position.

“I had to cover for Mina,” you mumble. “You’re right though. I have another night shift, two days from now.”

Seokjin sighs, gently pushing away your hair from your mouth so you were laying down more comfortably. “Good job for another hard day at work.”

With all the energy left in you, you let out an empty laugh at your boyfriend’s encouraging words.

“Why did I go into nursing?” you sigh, detaching yourself from Seokjin and leaning back into the plush cushions of your sofa to fully lay down.

“Yeah, why did you?” Seokjin jokes, but you feel too tired to give him a solid kick in the shoulder as you normally would and quietly place your feet over his lap.

You groan, reaching over the coffee table to get a hold of the TV remote and turn on Netflix to continue rewatching your favorite medical drama of all time, Hospital Playlist.

You would think after another tiring night shift, you wouldn’t want to watch anything that has to do with your job. But contrary from that common belief, watching Hospital Playlist encouraged you to continue working hard at your job for the sake of humanity.

You silently play the fourth episode and turn up the volume, tossing the remote aside.

Seokjin slightly frowns at your lack of reaction and shuts his computer, wiggling over to you.

“Y/N~” Seokjin whines, form wrapping around your lifeless body.

“Hm?” you hum.

Seokjin sighs in content, your soft, warm body always reminding him of how you were his. His best friend was dating him. How wonderful was that?

“I love you,” he suddenly declares, plopping a kiss onto your cheek.

“I love you too,” you respond, drooping eyes honed onto the TV screen and not sparing him a glance.

Seokjin's nose slightly wrinkles at the lack of attention and chooses to glare at the surgery scene playing out before him.

For a while, Seokjin finds himself immersed in the drama. Then, a joke lights up his face.

“You know people say there’s some kind of foam stuck at hospitals?”

“Unbeliebbuble,” you cut off his joke, making Seokjin’s jaw slightly drop.

“You aren’t supposed to answer the joke!” he exclaims, making you snort at his overreaction.

“I’m sorry Jin,” you sigh with a playful glint in your eye as you reach up to ruffle his hair. “You said that one too many times.”

Seokjin huffs, removing himself from your body and propping up his computer. You seemed way tired than usual and Seokjin tried to think of ways to cheer you up. He hated seeing you so drained of energy.

Seokjin half-heartedly emails back his superiors, mind running a mile a minute in hopes to get an idea of how to cheer you up.

“Hey,” Seokjin starts off, turning to face you with a lunch suggestion on his tongue, then shuts up when your knocked out state is all he sees.

Seokjin suppresses his grin, quickly fiddling around for his phone and snapping a closeup picture of your mouth dangling open.

“Y/N,” he whispers. “Aren’t you going to wash up?”

No response.

Seokjin’s lip quirks up as you don’t even stir and spends a solid minute staring at your face. He sees how you’ve already taken your makeup off. Or how it came off with the long work hours you’ve had to suffer through. Despite your hair being slightly greasy and drool starting to dribble out the corner of your mouth, Seokjin coos, wondering how he had managed to gain your romantic affection after those long years of a platonic relationship.

When you slightly twitch, Seokjin loudly snorts and carries you up from the couch, walking over to your bedroom. He changes you into your loungewear and throws your clothes into the hamper, tucking you in and closing the door shut.

Seokjin heads over to the kitchen, deciding to cook up lunch so when you wake up you wouldn’t resort to cup noodles.

A few hours later, a brief rustling makes you stir in your sleep as you continue drifting in and out of your dream. The sound of a door slamming shut jolts you out of your imaginary scene between you and your boyfriend out on a date and you groan, wondering when you had snuggled into your bed. Looking down, you tug on your nightshirt in confusion.

You roll your eyes, a small smile lifting on your puffy, chapped lips as you realize Seokjin had taken care of you yet again.

You roll out of bed and into your bathroom to wake yourself up by doing your normal morning routine. After some refreshing skincare, you make your way into the kitchen, already having decided to just clear another two bowls of cup ramen. To your pleasant surprise, a full-on meal was already awaiting you.

You shake your head, obviously Seokjin being the one who had prepared this grand meal. At the sight of the rice and soup neatly placed beside each other, your stomach loudly grumble and you make a quick mental note to call Seokjin later and dig into the rice and the various side dishes.

“Is it good?”

“HMPFGH!” you choke on the kimchi you were scarfing down, a violent series of coughs erupting at the unexpected voice that interrupted your meal.

Seokjin alarmingly pats your back, reaching for the water cup and handing it to you. With tears in your eyes, you take massive gulps of water and gasp out a deep breath.

“I thought you left!” you finally say after the whole ordeal.

Seokjin nods, walking over the chair across from you and gestures to you to keep eating. “I went out so I could restock your snacks. Food must be good, huh? You didn’t even hear me coming in!”

“Well, first of all, thank you, kind sir, for buying snacks,” you say with a playful glare. “But just so you know, the food is alright. Don’t wanna feed into your ever-growing ego.”

Seokjin scoffs, leaning back and arms starting to move animatedly as a small smile naturally comes up onto his lips. “WOWWW. This is what I get for cooking a whole meal for my dear girlfriend who was knocked out from her night shift! WAAH.”

A giggle erupts between your lips as you shove another spoonful of rice into your mouth. You miss the way Seokjin fondly smiles, leaning forward with a shameless stare.

“Finally,” he mumbles.

“Hm?” you look up from your chewing, eyes wide in confusion.

Seokjin nods to himself. “Of course. Sleep is always the answer.”

Your brows furrow at his randomness. “What are you talking about?”

Seokjin’s bottom lip instinctively juts out as he props his chin on his hand. “I tried to cuddle with you, attempted to tell you one of my foolproof jokes-”

You bark out a laugh that Seokjin blatantly ignores.

“Cleaned your whole apartment and cooked you a meal,” Seokjin dramatically sighs.

You gasp, looking up with an apologetic expression. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, Jin.”

Seokjin remains silent, looking down at his cup.

“I was so tired that I didn’t even notice you decluttered everything and. . . washed the dishes?” you gasp once more when spotting an empty sink, pouting at your boyfriend. “I’m so sorry.”

You put down your spoon with a sigh, getting up and smacking your lips onto Seokjin’s for a brief second. Immediately, Seokjin cracks a smile, unable to contain his laughter.

“What the heck,” you scoff. “You were acting!?”

Seokjin laughs, pinching your cheek without care of your protests. “How could I ever be mad at my wonderfully perfectly utterly clueless girlfriend?”

Seokjin giggles at your glare. “I’m just kidding. Of course, I don’t blame you. I never can and never will. You’re working so much these days. It’s obvious for you to not be. . . fully awake?”

“I’m sorry,” you frown, grabbing a piece of fish cake to bring into your bowl.

“Don’t be,” Seokjin grins. “At least you smiled.”

“What?” you say, giving Seokjin a weirded out look.

“I’m telling you!” Seokjin sighs with a shake of his head. “All you women need is sleep. Not a man.”

You chortle out a laugh at his statement and nod. “I one hundred percent agree.”

Seokjin breaks out into laughter mid-scoff, unable to resist your contagious laughter.

“Let’s go outside after you’re done eating,” Seokjin suggests.

“No,” you deadpan, making him flinch. “I wanna finish rewatching Hospital Playlist.”

“You already watched that drama three ti-”

“I’ll give you that cuddle session I wasn’t able to give you earlier,” you interrupt with a wink.

Seokjin breaks out into a grin. “That actually sounds a lot better than a walk in the park.”

You laugh at his eagerness and continue eating with satisfied hums at his cooking. Seokjin wipes the sauce at the corner of your lip and continues to blatantly stare, feeling his heart swell at the sight of your lips stretching into a smile.

A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed whatever this was LOL. I was slightly debating how to approach this request but i hope it turned out alright!! Seokjin’s cute or whateva.

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young god | chapter 8

chapters: | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11| 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | epilogue |

word count: 7.3k

warnings: graphic descriptions of violence, mentions of mental disorders, foul language

description: jisung visits you as soon as the lockdown is over, but the sweetness of the morning quickly turns sour when your last therapy session takes your relationship in a turn for the worse. from bloodstained clothing to yang jeongin’s tapes, the digger you deep, the uglier the truth becomes...and you find your entire world unravelling piece by piece.

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08| out of time

“Move, move! Initiate hold and secure procedures, Miroh Heights Campus is entering lockdown!”

District 9 Police Precinct had been thrown into utter chaos -- Chief Kim Woojin yelling commands into his police radio, darting around the station and dispatching teams left and right. They could hear the sirens blaring outside, darkened windows of houses and dorms alike flickering alight one by one as the citizens of Miroh Heights were awoken.

Chan was right by his friend’s side, and for once the sleep-deprived detective seemed even more frantic than the police captain. They had burst into the security office to look through the security cameras themselves; Chan had both hands on the desk, eyes glued to the monitor as the security guard flipped through the footage.

“Nothing here...or there...not here, either,” Chan mumbled, brow furrowed. “How big are these blind spots?”

“The security system at Miroh Heights is outdated,” Woojin replied, voice strained. “There are cameras on the main roads and buildings, but the alleyways…”

Chan cursed. “Don’t you dare take your eyes off of the monitor, then -- we’re going to catch this bastard if it’s the last thing I--”

A slew of drunken yelling cut Chan off, and they turned to see a huddle of officers with a stout, older man draped over their shoulders. The man’s hair and clothing were bloody and disheveled, and when he tilted his face into the light Chan saw that it had been badly beaten. All the curses the man was shouting were slurred from the hot blood pooling in his mouth.

"Whu’ th’ devil -- le’ me -- le’ me go, fuggin’ demons -- son of a fuggin’ --”

Chan rushed to the officers, Woojin right behind him. “Who is this?”

“The victim they found,” one of the officers replied, slightly out of breath from holding the man back. “Paramedics gave him first aid and were going to let him go, but he took a swing at a couple of officers on scene. We were forced to detain him--”

Dark blood had already soaked through the man’s freshly bandaged nose -- in fact, the man’s face was covered in so much blood, both fresh and congealed, that Chan couldn’t even tell where he was bleeding from. Only a moment later did the officer’s words sink in.

A witness? No, even better -- the victim, alive and in their hands. “He -- he saw the killer, then? This man?” Chan asked the officer, a flutter of hope in his chest.

“Chan--” Woojin began, but Chan barely heard him.

“We need to take him to questioning, right now --”

“Chan,” Woojin interjected again, placing a hand on the agitated detective’s shoulder.

“Woojin, we have a lead,” Chan exclaimed breathlessly, pulling his notebook from his pocket. “He’s seen the--”

“Chan!” Woojin’s raised voice finally made the younger detective stop and look up. Woojin sighed, jutting his chin out towards the man. “Look.”

Confused, Chan followed Woojin’s gaze -- and with a sinking feeling, he saw what his friend had been pointing out. The man’s eyes were unfocused, a milky white film glazed over his pupils as they darted frantically at their surroundings.

Their one surviving victim was blind.

The man was still rambling feverishly, foaming slightly at the mouth. “Lil’ punk...couldn’t even see his face -- fuggin’ -- fuggin’ right hook outta nowhere--”

Just his luck. Chan exhaled slowly, shoving his notebook back into his pocket as the officers hauled the man into the precinct. He turned to Woojin, whose tense, wary expression mirrored his own. “Don’t lift the hold and secure until dawn. If we can’t flush the killer out of the streets, then the sun will.”

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The bright chime of the doorbell woke you out of dreamless sleep, a beam of sunshine kissing your eyelids as you stretched and buried your face back into your pillows. It was probably around 10 A.M. -- you had no classes scheduled for today, so you’d allowed yourself to sleep in. Last night seemed so far away -- the thunderstorm, the lockdown, everything had seemed like a nightmare you’d suddenly gotten sucked into. The warm memory of Jisung’s soft voice through the phone, though, still made your cheeks heat up, remembering how his words had ended up lulling you to a peaceful sleep.

The doorbell rang again, and with a disgruntled groan you pushed yourself out of bed, stumbling through the hallways with your eyes shut stubbornly. Who could it be? The neighbours? Your landlord? A delivery boy with the wrong address? Despite your morning grogginess, you felt a sad pang as you thought of Jeongin. At this point, you weren’t sure who it could be, but that hardly mattered -- at the moment, you were only growing more and more royally pissed off that somebody had messed with your sleep.

Maybe that was why you didn’t give a second thought to your bedhead -- cowlicks and flyaways sticking straight up like your own hair was scared of your scalp -- and barely bothered to pry open your eyes as you yanked open the door, another yawn stretching your lips in the process.

When your squinted eyes finally adjusted to the sunlight streaming in, you found a very startled Han Jisung staring back at you.

He blinked.

You blinked.

And now, you were very much awake -- and very much aware of the half-dried drool on your chin, the sleep circles around your eyes that could put pandas to shame, and the thin, wrinkled, oversized t shirt draping your frame. As if electrocuted, your hands instantly shot to your hair, combing at it furiously and smoothing out your shirt the best you could.

You didn’t miss the growing smile on Jisung’s face as he watched you fumbling, hazel eyes glinting with amusement.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” he chuckled, and you tried to shoot him the deadliest glare you could muster within minutes of waking up.

“Sh-shut up--what are--why--”

“They just called off the lockdown, so…” Now it was Jisung’s turn to look flustered, ears a telltale shade of red despite his nonchalant tone. “Maybe I wanted to come check on you.” His gaze finally landed on yours, vulnerable and serious, and you felt your heart stop. “I was worried about you, last night.”

Flashbacks to the night before made your stomach flip with embarrassment -- how shameless had you been? Calling him when he could have been sleeping, just because you were scared? Cursing at yourself and cringing inwardly, your gaze flickered to Jisung -- and you were suddenly caught off guard at how genuinely concerned he looked. He was chewing at his lip, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. A faint echo of how caring and patient he had sounded over the phone, reassuring you until you fell asleep, sent an immense feeling of warmth unfurling inside your chest. It felt...different from the racing heartbeats, the giddy, jittery feeling you’d always gotten after talking to him, the sweaty palms every time you managed to lock eye contact. No, this felt steadier, calmer. It felt...right.

Oh, hell. Were you in love with Han Jisung?

“Come in, then,” you replied breathlessly, and Jisung’s shoulders relaxed slightly as he stepped into your apartment. “Just--wait here,” you told him, cheeks aflame as you sat him down at the kitchen table. His eyes followed you curiously as you darted from your bathroom to your bedroom, you throwing on a clean hoodie and longer pants before washing up in record time. The boy sat as obedient as a puppy, watching you like you were the most fascinating thing in the entire world.

When you deemed yourself somewhat presentable, you stepped back into the kitchen, rolling up your sleeves and clearing your throat awkwardly. “So...have you had breakfast?”

Jisung flashed a shameless smile up at you, golden hair falling into his eyes. “If I say no, do I get to eat your cooking?”

You scoffed, fighting the smile threatening the spill all over your face. With a sudden surge of confidence, you tugged on the sleeve of his hoodie and yanked him to his feet. “We pull equal weights in this relationship, Han Jisung,” you told him, grabbing a bag of all-purpose flour. “Let’s make some blueberry pancakes.”

Sure enough, a half hour later, there was a thin layer of sugar and flour all over the kitchen counter, the occasional squashed blueberry staining the floor purple. Jisung was surprisingly inept at cooking: you didn’t know what you had expected, but him spilling the batter countless times while whisking shakily -- coupled with his intensely focused expression -- made your stomach hurt from laughing.

“Jisung, you’re studying to be a surgeon. Shouldn’t your hands be a little steadier than that?”

“Shut up, oh my g--hnghhh.” Jisung’s voice was slightly high-pitched, unintelligible sounds of frustration coming from his lips and making you laugh even harder. He was laughing, too, shaking his head and yelping as more batter coated his fingers.

You’d finally ended up confiscating the bowl and whisk from him in order to salvage what was left of your breakfast. Jisung stood leaning on the counter and wiping up the mess you -- or, he -- had made as best he could, popping blueberries into his mouth when he thought you weren’t looking. He fed you blueberries, too, enjoying how flustered you got from the small gesture. The sweet aroma of pancakes cooking slowly but surely filled the kitchen, and with a triumphant scrape of the pan -- Jisung tilting it carefully -- you let the golden brown cakes flop onto two plates.

You giggled at the way Jisung’s entire face seemed to light up upon the first bite, just like it had on your first date. In some ways, he really was like a young child -- drowning his pancakes in maple syrup and eyes practically filling with stars as he exclaimed enthusiastically about how good they tasted.

There was something about the smell of fresh, hot pancakes and the serene morning that made Jisung remember a time, thirteen years ago, when things had always been this simple.

He watched you purse your lips and furrow your brow in concentration as you flipped the pancakes, the delighted smile on your face when they turned out just right. The way the sun hit the side of your face like liquid gold, the feeling of its warmth on his skin, everything made his chest ache with yearning -- a want to slip back into those memories, to rewind time, for another chance.

In some ways, he realised, you were just as far away, as unattainable as those memories. You were too good, too beautiful, too...precious. And him -- he was stained, tainted, flawed...he could never go back to those times, so how could he ever be good enough for you?

“Since you’re here…” you stabbed at a blueberry, absently swirling it in maple syrup. “Do you want to have another session? We’ve nearly covered everything, so it’ll be our last one.”

Last one. Jisung nodded absently, cheeks still stuffed with syrup and pancakes. With a smile, you ran to your room and fetched your laptop, the two of you gravitating to the living room sofa. The bouquet of peach roses Jisung had given you sat in a glass vase on the coffee table -- you had placed them there right after your first date -- and Jisung couldn’t help smiling to himself when he saw them.

Glancing back at you, he saw your face contort with worry as you read over your notes. “Is something wrong?”

You scanned over what you had written a couple nights ago, nibbling nervously at your lip. Abusive childhood. Screening for PTSD. Ask about family again. They had seemed overly intense back then, but actually sitting in front of Jisung and preparing to ask such...sensitive questions only increased your feeling of dread by tenfold. You took a deep breath to calm yourself. After all, this was Jisung. He would understand, right?

“Before we start, I need you to promise something,” you began, and Jisung raised an eyebrow. “Promise that you’ll be honest with me.”

His expression was unfathomable, still as a mask, and you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. This was the side of Jisung that you’d always tried to forget, the one that made all your fears, your suspicions, seem a little more real.

After what felt like an eternity, he gave a small nod, and you looked down at your first point.

“Last time, we talked a lot about your family,” you said carefully. “I was just -- is there a reason why you spoke of them in...the past tense? I might just be imagining things,” you added hurriedly, “but I was just-- I was wondering--”

“You were wondering what happened to my family,” Jisung finished for you, and you nodded. A long, heavy pause followed before Jisung finally spoke again. “They passed away.”

Your eyes widened, and you felt your heart drop. Of course they did. Good job, y/n, you managed to find the most sensitive topic to start with. “I--I’m so sorry,” you stammered, wanting nothing more than for a hole to open up the ground and swallow you up. You quickly scrolled to your next question, grateful to change the subject. “Do you--generally speaking--do you have any regrets in your life?”

The word regrets sent scenes and voices flashing before Jisung’s eyes, and he bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from slipping away entirely. “Of course,” he managed to reply, voice coming out softer than he would’ve liked.

“Like...what?” You pressed, despite every fibre of your being wanting to throw down your notebook, pull him in for a hug, and end the session. You’re training as a therapist, y/n, your professor would have scolded you, Focus on your patient’s responses, not yours.

“Mistakes,” Jisung breathed, voice barely above a whisper. It was as if his tongue had shrivelled up, the right words struggling to escape from his lips. “Mistakes I’ve made that I’ll remember for the rest of my life. Letting...everything spiral out of control.”

Out of control? “All those things you’ve mentioned before...your nightmares. The colour red, your parents...do they, by any chance, remind you of those mistakes?”

Your voice was so gentle. Jisung knew it should have been easy to answer these questions, any normal person would have been able to answer your questions. You were always so kind, so sweet, so willing to listen -- so why did it suddenly feel like his throat had closed up?

When he didn’t answer, you asked tentatively, “Do you still have those nightmares?”

A nod.

“What do you have nightmares about?” You looked down at the notes you had written: Patients suffering from PTSD are likely to experience nightmares about past traumatic events.

“The--the past.”

You felt your heart drop straight into your gut as you asked the follow-up question. “Do you get them often?”

“Yes.” The memories, the long-buried pain, they thrashed at his chest as if demanding to be let out; the words were already beginning to roll off his tongue. Jisung knew with a horrible, sinking feeling that it wouldn’t be long until he cracked completely. Whenever he looked into your eyes, he felt the lump in his throat wanting to give way, he felt all the walls he had ever built up threatening to crumble to dust. What were you doing to him?

“How do you...cope with them?”

“I don’t,” he answered, and laughed weakly. “That--that sounds bad. I just--I don’t like thinking about them. I’ve always just let them happen until they’re...over.”

You read over your notes and swallowed hard, suddenly at a loss for words. It couldn’t be.

Jisung’s eyes were watching you, darkened and unreadable. “What’s wrong?”

“It--it’s just…” you shook your head vigorously, looking from your boyfriend to the notes you had written -- the case studies, the theories, all the evidence was pointing in the same, horrible direction. “If everything you’ve said is...is true -- I mean, if you’ve ignored these symptoms for so long -- you would also be suffering from multiple other side effects. In other words, you’d come across as much more...unstable, but--” you looked at Jisung’s face, his expression smooth and unfathomable as ever. “You don’t seem...unstable at all.”

A small smile played on Jisung’s lips, a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Things are never quite as they seem, y/n.”

You furrowed your brow in confusion, mouth feeling like it was stuffed with cotton. As if sensing the sudden uneasiness in the room, Jisung broke the tension with a laugh, his tone light as ever. “I’m joking! Hey, you’re so serious when you’re working.” He shot you a reassuring smile, hand reaching to lightly pinch your cheek. “So, what have you concluded, then, Doctor l/n?”

“You...you might have trouble sleeping,” you began tentatively, not taking your eyes off your notes, “and missing ‘blank’ spots in your memories--”

Jisung’s smile froze on his face as you continued, “You might be a person who doesn’t let a lot of people get close to you.”

“Well, that’s not true,” he replied, voice coming out shaky. “You’re wrong.”

“You might even have these...these bursts of anger, or even violence--”

“What are you diagnosing me with?” Jisung cut you off, voice stiff.

Both your expression and words echoed those another therapist had told him thirteen years ago.

“Post-traumatic stress disorder,” you replied quietly, and a heavy silence fell over the room like a curtain, the weight of your words slowly sinking in. Before you could say anything, before you could take back what you’d said, before you could tell Jisung that it meant nothing, that you had probably misread something, he had already gotten to his feet.

“I have -- class in ten minutes -- I completely forgot.” Jisung grabbed his bag and strode out into the hallway, not looking you in the eye when he glanced back. “I’m sorry, I have to--I have to go.”

You opened your mouth to stop him, to apologise, to do anything, but nothing came out -- and all you could do was watch as Jisung disappeared, the door swinging shut with a decisive, hollow bang.

A couple of peach-coloured petals fell from the bouquet of roses, the flowers hanging their heads sadly.

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You spent the better half of the morning moping and muttering furiously at yourself -- Stellar job, y/n! You’ve finally fucked it up for good. The best damn guy who’s ever come along, and you’ve finally managed to drive him away.

It was only when you trudged into the living room again in the afternoon that your eyes fell on a black object wedged in between the sofa cushions. When you fished it out, you realized it was a phone -- Jisung’s phone. He must have forgotten it when he’d stood up and left so suddenly.

You paced around the living room, chewing your bottom lip anxiously. You should return it to him as soon as possible, but -- how? He’d claimed he had classes today, but you had no idea where they were.

I live in the dorms on the other side of the Yellow Wood, you remembered Jisung telling you at the park, and you snapped your fingers. That’s it. As far as you knew, there was only one residence hall near the Yellow Wood -- that had to be where Jisung’s place was. Slipping his phone into your pocket, you hurriedly pulled on your shoes and headed out the door.

Sure enough, after reaching the clearing of the forest and carefully navigating through a couple of damp, winding alleyways, you found yourself facing a set of tall, rusted gates. The student dorms loomed above you, making a semi-circle around a small garden. You pushed through the gates and made a beeline for the front desk, where a female student was sitting.

“Um, hi,” you stammered, “I’m looking for a Han Jisung? I have something of his I need to return.”

The girl barely looked at you, flipping through the pages of a plastic binder before scrawling something onto a slip of paper and sliding it over the counter. You quickly thanked her and headed towards the elevator, scanning the slip.

Floor #9, Room #0325

You found yourself standing in front of a plain, off-white door, the old paint peeling from wear and age. There was no mailbox, no slot in the door -- and no place for you to safely leave his phone. You bent down -- maybe you could slip it under the door? -- and felt the door give way entirely, swinging open to reveal Jisung’s apartment.

Stunned, you swung around and stood up, eyes landing on the lock -- or where the lock should have been. The metal had been dented so badly it looked as if it were about to snap clean off. As if someone had been blindly, repeatedly slamming against the door. Heartbeat quickening, you stepped inside and tried pushing the door shut again. It creaked open stubbornly, a crack of light spilling into the room.

Deciding that whether or not Jisung’s lock worked was the least of your problems, you proceeded into his apartment, heartbeat thudding louder and louder with each step. Why are you nervous? You asked yourself, trying to wipe away the cold sweat that had formed on your palms. You’re not doing anything wrong.

Still, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were trespassing on something...private. The moment you’d stepped in, you’d been hit with the strong smell of bleach and soap, the strange scent pricking at your nose and making your eyes sting. Was Jisung a cleaning freak? Small details jumped out at you: the walls were cracked and barren, devoid of any family photos, posters, or maps. You passed the small, cluttered kitchen, where a half-eaten bowl of cereal sat glumly on the table.

So Jisung had had breakfast already.

You should have left his phone on the kitchen table and bolted out the door; you should have been minding your own business -- but the further you trudged into Jisung’s apartment, the deeper you felt yourself getting pulled in. Tentatively, you tip-toed your way towards the only other shut door in the small dorm room, pushing it open. It revealed another plain room with a small window, weak streams of sunlight grazing the dusty floorboards. His bedroom, you supposed, and turned to leave -- when something caught your eye.

An air mattress stood in the corner of the room, pressed up to the window. Besides a small reading lamp, there was no furniture -- a row of textbooks were pushed against a wall, and his clothes hung from a makeshift rack behind the door. That wasn’t the weird part -- plenty of students lived like this, especially if they needed to save up money to pay for student loans. But…

“Are you okay? You’re limping.”

“I...may have banged my foot on the corner of my bed last night.”

Your eyes skirted around the room -- the mattress, the empty walls. How could he have hurt his foot that badly in a room with no furniture?

You shook your head and smacked your face lightly. Stop it. Stop overthinking. “There are plenty of places for him to hit his foot,” you told yourself aloud, turning to leave. “The walls. Maybe it was the kitchen table. There’s nothing to be paranoid about, nothing to--”

You trailed off, voice dying in your throat.

In the clothes hamper, right at the top of the pile, was a wrinkled white shirt.

It was the shirt Jisung had been wearing yesterday.

And it was covered in dried red blood.

You felt your legs give way and you stumbled towards it, rummaging through the hamper and pulling it out. A pair of jeans fell out with it, and you caught them, turning the denim over.

Blood. There was so much blood.

Spots of crimson dappled the shirt, and when you held up the jeans you saw that there were two dark stains in the shape of hands seeped through the pockets.

Were they his handprints? You felt your stomach twist unpleasantly, a cold sweat sticking your palms to the fabric and staining your own skin with red. It wasn’t that much blood, right? Just the front of his shirt, and two handprints on his jeans. It looked more like a nosebleed, if anything -- you nodded shakily, not able to tear your eyes from the soiled clothing. Yes. That was it. He must have had a bad nosebleed yesterday night, and--

Your phone rang, and you nearly screamed.

Throwing the clothing back into the hamper and slamming the bedroom door shut, you fumbled with your phone. It took you several tries to hit the ANSWER button, your fingers were shaking so badly.

“H-h-hello?” You fished Jisung’s phone from your pocket and set it on his kitchen table before making a beeline out of his apartment. You pulled the front door as tightly shut as you could and pressed your back against the wall of the stairwell, breathing erratic.

“Y/N?” Hyunjin. Hearing his voice was like a lifeline to reality, and you let out an enormous sigh of relief. “Hey, you alright?”

“Y-yeah. I’m just--I--what’s up?”

“It’s Jeongin. They--they finished his surgery and moved him to the ICU this morning. I went as soon as I heard -- he’s not awake, they say he might not be for a while, but--”

“I’ll be right there,” you interrupted, and began bolting down the stairs.

────────

The stark white lights of the ICU stung your eyes as you darted past stretchers and grim-looking doctors in long white coats, spotting a bed in the corner where a tall figure sat hunched over an unconscious younger boy.

He’s at high risk for prolonged unconsciousness, Hyunjin had informed you over the phone. They say they don’t know when he might wake up from the coma.

You reached Jeongin, and a sad ache pulled at your heartstrings when your eyes landed on his face. The delivery boy looked peaceful, so peaceful it was almost as if nothing was wrong at all. The already-faint worry lines of his face were smoothed out, mouth parted slightly. If it weren’t for the cap of gauze wrapped around his head and the mass of wires connecting him to machines, you would have thought Jeongin was sleeping.

Hyunjin had his cheek bit in worry, and you carefully rubbed soothing circles on his back. The barista looked terrible -- bags under his eyes so dark they looked like bruises, the faint stench of alcohol wafting from his clothes. You bit your lip, trying to find the right words to say, when a nurse pulled aside the privacy curtain and you looked up.

“What’s his condition?” You asked her. Hyunjin’s eyes looked up curiously, although he must have already asked the same question a thousand times.

“The CT scan detected no major structural damage to his skull, which is the good news. Most of the bleeding came from the physical force of the traumatic injury. The surgery was mostly for the hematoma and clotting from excessive internal bleeding, but the operation was successful.” She hesitated, then continued gravely, “However, the doctor isn’t sure when your friend may regain consciousness.”

You nodded slowly, her words echoing in your mind as she walked away. Massaging his temples as if he had a migraine, Hyunjin gave you a weak smile and stood up. “I’m going to the washroom, be right back.”

As Hyunjin slipped into the hallway, you turned back towards Jeongin. The heart monitor beeping was a constant reassurance that he was alive, that the surgery had been a success -- but the boy was so pale his veins were visible on his paper-thin eyelids. His rumpled blond hair was matted with blood, and he was still wearing the oversized hoodie and baggy jeans he had been attacked in. They must not have had time to change him into hospital scrubs, you thought -- that, or they didn’t want to risk disconnecting all the tubes and wires while he was in critical condition. Either way, seeing Jeongin almost exactly the way Hyunjin must have found him made your heart ache even more.

Tugging on the hospital’s blankets, you yanked it over the young boy to tuck it up to his chest. Your hand hit something hard and you yelped in surprise, looking down and rubbing your skin. Nothing -- then you saw it. Jutting ever so slightly out of Jeongin’s hoodie pocket, hidden beneath the thick fabric, was something square-shaped and solid.

Looking around furtively to see if anyone was watching, you carefully reached into the pocket -- and your shaking fingers hit a cool metal surface. Heart hammering against your chest, you pulled a Walkman -- Jeongin’s silver Walkman, the earbuds tangled around it -- and two tapes out.

Your eyes widened, nearly dropping them on the spot. These were surely pieces of evidence the investigation were waiting for, and the last thing you should have been doing was touching them -- but you felt a burning curiosity as you turned the tapes over in your hands. You knew Jeongin carried his Walkman everywhere, whether he was listening to music or recording his own personal voice memos.

What if Jeongin had been recording the night he was attacked?

You hastily pressed the PLAY button on the Walkman, but were met with nothing but cold silence. Not even a hum of static. Frowning, you flipped it over -- and saw a long crack running across the silver metal. Broken. Cursing under your breath, you started to slip the tape player back into Jeongin’s pocket when another thought hit you.

Deep in the heart of Miroh Heights, tucked into the oldest part of town, was an old, rundown electronics store. It had once been a record trading shop, but it sold all sorts of vintage paraphernalia now. You had never had a reason to visit it -- until now.

Before you could hesitate, you stuffed the busted tape player into one pocket and the two tapes in the other, pulling out your phone to text Hyunjin.

You: Hey! Something came up, sorry I had to leave :(

You: I’ll see you tomorrow, take care. ‘kay Jinnie?

Taking a deep breath, you whispered, “Sorry, Jeongin,” before you pulled aside the curtains and took off.

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Young Wings Record Shop was a pain in the ass to find. You had looped around Mia’s Diner nine times before you managed to spot the small store wedged between two Chinese restaurants. Out of breath, you burst through the door -- and stepped straight into another world.

The shop was so...cozy. Inside, you felt completely cut off from the rest of the world -- the bustle of people and traffic outside muffled by the soundproof walls, a Beatles song playing faintly overhead. Rows upon rows of CDs, albums and records lined the room in cluttered rows and shelves, vintage posters and license plates adorning the walls. You had nearly forgotten the reason you’d come, lost in the sudden, rare peace and quiet, when a lazy drawl snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Hi, can I help you?” A black cat leaped from the lap of the boy who had spoken, pattering to your feet. You vaguely recognized him -- Seo Changbin, former music major. He wasn’t a stranger, but he wasn’t exactly a friend, either -- you’d caught glimpses of him around campus, but never exchanged more than a polite nod or hello. He was sitting behind the counter, partially hidden behind a comic book he had been reading. Both pet and owner stared back at you with equally inquisitive eyes, blinking sleepily.

“I-I need you to help me play some tapes. I heard you sell players–-” You stammered, still trying to catch your breath.

The record store owner frowned, pushing dark hair out of his heavy-lidded eyes. “CDs, camcorders, tape players, yeah, I sell ‘em all. But why? What tapes do you need to play?”

Your fingers scrabbled at your pockets, fishing out the two tapes. “Yang Jeongin’s – the delivery boy’s. From the night he got attacked.”

Recognition flashed in Changbin’s eyes, his eyebrows shooting up. “Shouldn’t those go to the cops?”

You swallowed hard. “I--I need to hear them myself. I…” You were at a loss for words. How were you supposed to explain the small, horrible feeling you had in your gut? How were you supposed to explain why you were doing this when you weren’t even entirely sure yourself?

Changbin studied your face thoughtfully. Time seemed to pass more slowly in the record shop, the black cat circling around you like a small panther. “Y/N, right?” You nodded slowly. After what seemed like ages, he finally said, “Alright. I won’t turn you in.” When you looked up, surprised, he added, “But only if you let me listen to ‘em, too.”

You bit your lip, nodding again slowly. This hadn’t been part of the plan, but a part of you was almost relieved that you wouldn’t have to listen to them alone. You had no idea what had really happened that night -- and now, you weren’t sure if you were ready to find out.

With a tilt of his head, Changbin lead you to the back of the shop, pushing open the door to the storage room. The space looked more like he had turned it into a makeshift living room: shipments of records had been pushed up against the walls and a large beanbag sofa sat in the middle of the room, an old TV and video game consoles piled before it. Comic books, batteries and wires littered the floor and a small producer’s desk stood in the corner, complete with a keyboard, monitor, and speakers. Frosted, barred windows let in weak strains of sunlight into the dim warehouse.

From what you had heard from Felix, Changbin had been studying music at Miroh Heights before he dropped out under special circumstances. His father, who used to manage the shop, had fallen ill, and Changbin was the only surviving family member who could take care of the old man. In that way, Changbin almost reminded you of Hyunjin -- that is, if Hyunjin was more of a recluse, and half of his original height.

Rummaging through a small cardboard box, Changbin pulled out a red tape player and earbuds, motioning for you to join him on the couch. With a click, Changbin inserted the first tape, and after looking at you for confirmation, he pressed PLAY.

The Walkman whirred to life and Changbin cranked up the volume, a familiar tune trickling into your ears.

The voices tormenting me are crying out again

Step out of the voices,

Cover my ears, but they’re shouting again

Step out of the voices,

Break free from the voices in my head

You could tell Changbin recognized the song, too -- it was by one of Jeongin’s favourite artists, but you couldn’t remember their names for the life of you. Jeongin had removed the instrumental, you realised, sounds of crickets and rain collected from his long delivery shifts mixed into the melody instead. Carefully, you skipped through the tape -- it was all songs by the same group, a little mixtape the delivery boy had created for himself.

You popped out the tape and switched it with the second one. Would this one be full of songs, too? At first, there was nothing besides the faint buzz of static, but as you listened closer, you heard Jeongin’s heavy breathing. It sounded like he was pedalling -- so he’d recorded this one during his deliveries, too. By the sound of it, it was a voice memo -- you remembered he liked to record them on longer nights. “It keeps me from falling asleep,” he had told you once. “Plus, it’s fun.”

“I.N. here!” His bright voice sent chills down your spine. I.N., you thought with a pang -- that was the nickname Jeongin gave himself on these voice memos, as if he were hosting a podcast on a radio show, instead recording on an old tape player. “It is currently...2:04 A.M.! It’s my first late-night delivery -- or is it early morning? Anyways, it’s exciting, huh? The whole campus seems to be sleeping; no one’s out on these streets at this hour. It feels pretty cool, like I’m carrying out a secret mission or something.”

2:04 A.M. You and Changbin exchanged looks, a feeling of dread twisting unpleasantly at your gut. Jeongin had been found at 5 in the morning. There were only three hours left.

“Anyways. Why did I take up another job? Well, today Hyunjin -- he’s the barista, owner, really, of Glow Cafe -- asked me why I didn’t apply for, you know, a driver’s license or something. At first, I thought, well, there’s no point -- I can’t afford a car, anyways. But--” You heard him sigh, then laugh -- the carefree, innocent laugh that was known for making everyone’s morning. “I’ve decided that it’s worth a try, right? I want to pay off my student loans soon. Maybe fix my bike up. It’ll be hard at first, but nothing Yang Jeongin can’t take! Me and my bike, we’re unstoppable.”

This was the last day you had seen Jeongin conscious -- you remembered the playful exchange between the barista and the delivery boy. You hadn’t even realized you were silently crying until Changbin pushed pause on the tape, reaching for a box of tissues with a worried expression on his face. You quietly thanked him and started the tape again, furiously wiping the tears away -- and heard something that made you freeze.

A woman’s scream -- muffled, distorted, but it was there. Grabbing at the tape player, you looked to Changbin. “W-wait. Did you hear that?”

He shook his head and frowned, rewinding the player and pressing PLAY again. Sure enough, under Jeongin’s voice, you heard a bloodcurdling shriek, followed by a man crying out in guttural pain. You felt your breath hitch in your throat. Jeongin was still humming -- he had his earbuds in, you realised; he must not have been able to hear it. The sharp snapping of tree branches and the whisper of fallen tree leaves made goosebumps prick at your skin. Jeongin had entered the Yellow Wood now, the wind whistling through the treetops.

Any moment now.

Suddenly, you heard the bike skid to a stop and you listened, holding your breath. What’s happening?

“Hello? Is everything okay over there?” Jeongin’s voice sounded tinny and distant -- as if he’d pulled his earbuds out. There was no response, and both you and Changbin instinctively leaned closer, straining to hear. You heard Jeongin give a cry of horror, your own heart pounding wildly in your throat.

“U-um. Is he--do you need help? I can call an ambulance. What hap--”

CRUNCH.

Jeongin’s small gasp of pain was enough to make your gut flip, your nails digging so hard into your palms you felt them break through the skin. A deafening crack echoed through the earbuds as the Walkman hit the pavement, the wire skittering from Jeongin’s ears. You could hear a muffled, heavy breathing of someone approaching -- it wasn’t Jeongin, and yet it sounded so...familiar. Gripping the couch to steady yourself, you forced yourself to listen, to stay calm. You had found it, you had found him -- whoever it was that had killed that man, whoever it was that had attacked Jeongin that night, the tape would have recorded it all. You were so close--

You heard the rustling of fabric, as if the killer had abruptly dropped to his knees over Jeongin. His breathing was hoarse and ragged, strange, muffled sounds blending into the static -- and you realised with a start that the killer was crying. Turning to Changbin, you opened your mouth to say something when you heard it. In an instant, your heart plummeted to your gut, your blood turning to ice.

“Who--why? Why is it you? Why are you here?”

You felt your mouth drop open, cold sweat forming on your palms.

You could recognise that voice anywhere. Over the phone or in person; his laughs, his jokes, his whispers.

“You’d look good in red.”

“I saw the body, and my curiosity got the better of me.”

“Things are never quite as they seem, y/n.”

It dawned on you now, why the breathing had sounded so familiar. Why you’d had an uneasy feeling in your gut all morning -- no, ever since the day you’d first met him. It all burst open now, flooding your head and chest like a burning poison consuming you from the inside out. You looked down at your hands, where the faint red of someone else’s blood still stained your palms.

Han Jisung.

You dropped the tape, Changbin diving to salvage it before it crashed onto the cold concrete floor. “Hey--hey, are you okay? Is that--is that him? The guy they’re looking for?”

Hot, horrified tears were pricking at your widened eyes and you buried your head in your hands. In the tape, you could hear Jisung’s scared, choked sobs, and that was enough to make you finally break down, shoulders shaking with sobs of your own. Changbin bit his lip worriedly as he watched you. “Do--do you...know him?” He finally asked.

You felt yourself nod slowly in shock, but your ears were ringing and all you could think was no, no, this can’t be happening. No, no, no. Han Jisung is not--

The tape was still playing, the sound distorted as if you were trapped in a horrible, never-ending nightmare. You couldn’t make out anything clearly anymore, just the shuffling of clothing and feet. You heard what sounded like a doorbell--Glow Cafe’s doorbell--and the sound of footsteps rapidly fading as Jisung ran away. There was a faint click as the tape finally ran out and stopped, and leaving you and Changbin in a hollow, heavy silence.

Wordlessly, the dark-haired boy adjusted his black cap and gently pulled your earbuds out, tucking the red Walkman into your hands. “I won’t ask if you don’t want me to. Keep it if you still need it,” he told you slowly, patting your back. He gave you a reassuring smile, but even his heavy lidded eyes looked slightly shaken. “As for me...I won’t say anything to the cops unless you're cool with it. So don’t worry, ‘aight?”

You nodded, the ground still feeling as if it were about to give way beneath you. Wiping at your eyes and clearing your throat, you forced yourself to stand, knees wobbling slightly. “Thank you.”

Changbin nodded, watching you with a concerned expression as you stumbled shakily out of the storage room, disappearing behind the rows of store shelves. Swaying slightly, head pounding so hard your eyes struggled to focus properly, you pushed open the glass door. The rumble of the city rushed into your ears, greeting you with the familiar sound of cars and citizens hustling about. A group of freshmen gave you a weird look as they walked past. You must have looked like death itself.

If Jisung had been as panicked as he’d sounded on the tape, there was no way he would have had time to dispose of whatever he’d used to knock Jeongin out -- and yet the coroner’s report had come out claiming that there were no traces of DNA, fingerprints, or murder weapon. Impossible -- how could they have not found a single piece of evidence from the crime scene, the brutally beaten body -- or even Jeongin himself? He was a living witness, and yet the tapes and his clothing had been left completely untouched. It was almost as if...

It was almost as if the coroner had been tampering with the investigation.

You felt a wave of nausea hit you like a ton of bricks and took a deep, shaky breath, screwing your eyes shut as the ground spun beneath you. If everything was true, then there one more man who held the last missing piece of the puzzle.

In the distance, the rooftop of Miroh Heights Hospital loomed ominously. As if someone were pushing you forward, you fell into a run, only one coherent thought on your mind.

You needed to find Lee Minho.

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littlemissvincentvega · 5 years ago

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what about a smut with orange where you’re one of the dogs and all of y’all are at a hotel for a heist and you guys sneak into each other’s rooms 👀

YAAAAY thank u honeeeeey i love this ideasklasjdlkcasj. ive done ti as if the hotel is the target also reader is mrs blue bc he’s irrelevant x jokes but also yeah

hope u n joy!! 💖💖

It’s a stupidly cold evening in California, and you & the boys have just checked into your hotel. The morning ahead is one of importance– Joe had sent you all on a mission to clear the place of any petty cash you can get your paws on. But that was for tomorrow. Of course you’d been given fake IDs to use, provided by the Cabots, and you tuck yours into your inner pocket. “I can’t wait to freshen up,” you sigh, walking alongside Mr. Pink, talking more to yourself than him. He answers you regardless.

“I don’t blame ya, you look like a rat’s asshole.”

“Thanks, Pink.”

Brown snickers and runs to keep up with you, beginning to walk backwards in front of you, facing you as he speaks. “I think you look pretty as ever, Blue,” he remarks.

“Well, thank you, sweetie, at least somebody’s got some manners around here,” you smirk, elbowing Pink gently. He rolls his eyes.

Orange hadn’t said a word, but he hadn’t heard the exchange. He’s trailing behind alongside White & Blonde, taking in the beauty of the hotel– he thought it was a shame there might be blood spattered about the following morning. Anything could happen where Blonde was involved, all of you knew that. But Eddie always insists he’s trustworthy, just a little haywire at times, so you guys have to go along with it.

All of you pile into the elevator, Pink stepping in last (everyone had shoved past him, including Brown). He watches as White presses the buttons for the second floor and frowns a little. “Is it absolutely necessary for us to take the fuckin’ elevator? To the second floor?”

Orange narrows his eyes at him slightly. “Nobody said you had to join us. Take the stairs if you’re that bothered.”

“No.”

You & Orange share a look and suppress a laugh as the elevator doors close. It’s a really tight squeeze, but you won’t complain– being tightly squeezed with a bunch of handsome thieves? Not something to complain about, not in your books.

A quick twenty seconds or so later and you’re on the second floor. Orange had nudged you on the way up to watch him. A playful twinkle is in his eye and you’re excited to see what shit he’s going to pull. Sure enough, as the elevator doors ping open once again, he kicks Pink out by the ass and hits the ‘close doors’ button, causing an eruption of laughter in the shaft. “Asshole!!” Pink splutters– if there had been an opportunity to kick the shit out of Orange, he would have taken it in a heartbeat.

“Orange!!” you giggle, slapping his arm. Blonde seems to have found it the most funny– he’s bent over double, clutching his knees. The sad sight of Pink scrambling about on the floor had really gotten him.

Orange has a grin wiped across his stupid face, hands stuffed into his jeans pockets. “What? He deserved it.”

“I mean, true–”

“He did deserve it, Blue,” Brown points out, still giggling.

You sigh in defeat, smiling. “Fine! Chill, you guys.”

Dinner rolled around and the six of you had met up in the restaurant area for a nice meal (on Joe, of course). Nice meal meant a nice meal, so all of you had gotten a little dressed up for the occasion. You’re in a black velvet dress that hugs you in all the right places, accompanied by some little pearl earrings and black low heels. The boys are in their usual suits & ties, all looking incredibly handsome (what’s new?).

Being the dad of the group, Mr. White had spoken to the front-of-house man and requested a table. You all trail after him and, before White could get there, Orange helps you into your seat like a true gentleman. “Thanks,” you smile, watching as he sits beside you.

To sum dinner up, it really had just consisted of Pink squinting at his grazed elbow and bitching about it, Brown forgetting what the fuck he was droning on about, Blonde smoking like a chimney, White scolding Pink and Orange? Well, he had been stealing glances at you when he wasn’t joking with you about dumb shit. The two of you had been sharing giggles every single time Pink brought up his elbow and sharing looks of disbelief every time Brown forgot what he’d been saying. It’s safe to say it was a fun dinner. Amusing.

Orange stands in front of the bathroom mirror, hands clutching the sink as he frowns into his own eyes. “Just… just go there, tell’er you’re bored, ask to watch TV with’er,” he hisses at himself. “Don’t pussy out, just do it, don’t think, do.” He runs a hand through his hair, pushing his floppy fringe off of his forehead, mulling it over.

You’re just standing watching TV with your toothbrush in your mouth when there’s a knock at the door. Who the fuck could that be?

With a sigh, you saunter over and, toothbrush poking out the corner of your mouth, tentatively open the door. “Blue– oh, shit, are you busy?” It’s Orange.

“What does it look like? No,” you laugh, almost relieved that he’s in his pyjamas too. He seems the most sane out of the guys, and you enjoy his company– not to mention the eye candy. “One sec– come in,” you tell him, skipping to the bathroom to spit out the toothpaste foam into the sink.

After rinsing your mouth out, you return to the room and sit on the bed, patting in front of you. He obliges, eyes glued to the TV. “What’cha watchin’?” he asks.

“Some western, I don’t know.”

He fiddles with the duvet and your eyes narrow just a little bit at him. Not in suspicion�� rather curiosity. “Why’d you come here?” you ask, hugging a pillow in your lap.

Orange shrugs. “Bored. Wanted nice company.”

“You’re worried about the heist tomorrow?”

He presses his lips together. “A little.”

“It’s normal, you don’t need to be,” you assure him with a smile, shifting to lay on your back then pressing a poke to his arm. “You only live once, right? Go crazy. We’ll be fine!”

His eyes drift down to your chest as you poke him. You’re in your pyjamas, true, but they’re baby pink satin booty shorts & matching strappy top. It’s a nice view for him, that’s for sure. A slight smirk grows on your lips as he snaps his gaze back up to your eyes, cheeks turning pink. He hopes you didn’t see, but he knows you did. “Enjoying the view, Mr. Orange?” you tease, sniggering quietly.

Orange hesitates for a moment– he could die tomorrow. So right now he could be a pussy and apologise or he could see where this takes him. The second option seemed better. “Uh-huh.” A childish grin appears on his lips upon realising you approve of him looking.

��Wanna see more?”

His brows arch and he runs his tongue along his upper lip at the thought. “I mean– yeah?”

You giggle at his nervousness and promptly lift your top up, gauging his reaction– it’s priceless. His eyes widen and inhibitions take over as he moves his hands to grope your breasts, palms grazing your already-hard nipples. “They’re just as I imagined ‘em,” he chuckles, a few strands of his fringe flopping over his eyes.

That oh-so lovely feeling of your pussy beginning to arouse becomes apparent as his cold palms tease your nipples, getting them harder, sending shivers through your body. “Mm,” you breathe approvingly, looping your arms around his neck and pulling him down into a desperate kiss. Orange quickly melts into it, nose buried into your face beside your own.

“Is this… allowed?” he grins against your lips, going in for another kiss before you get a chance to respond– he’s joking, anyway, you can tell. Joe doesn’t need to know about this, and Eddie sure as hell doesn’t, along with the rest of the guys.

A few more kisses and you gently push him away, motioning for him to lay on his back. He does so, and you straddle him, beginning to slowly grind against his semi-hard cock. “You wanna know something, Orange?” you grin, enjoying the way he’s ogling at your tits.

“Mm?”

“I’ve wanted us to fuck since Joe hired you.”

You feel him harden at that fact beneath you, and he grins. “Feeling’s mutual, babygirl.”

“Good,” you breathe, snaking your hands up & down your torso, pinching your nipples and letting your tits drop, gauging his reactions. “You like?”

“I love.” You know he does– his cock’s giving it all away. God, how had it taken this long for you two to actually do something as simple as kissing?

Eventually, the teasing had become too much for the both of you, evident by the wet patch you have going on down there. “Get on your back,” he pipes up, unusually dominant in his tone. It’s exciting to hear him like this– he’s generally quiet in exchanges with everyone else.

You stare at him in silence for a split second before answering, “Yes, Daddy,” and laying on your back where he points. Smirking, Orange gets up off of the bed, stroking himself through his pyjama bottoms at the sight of you. You watch as he removes his shirt, letting it drop to the floor, and does the same with his bottoms– of course he’s not wearing any underwear, and you practically drool at the sight of him. He’s hung.

“You like?” he teases, mimicking you from before, and you giggle, nodding.

“Uh-huh, I love.”

That’s all he needs to hear– he steps in front of you, and you spread your legs in the air for him, bending your knees. Your pussy’s aching for him. He lets his fingertips trail over your inner thighs, gliding once over your wet patch. An involuntary whimper escapes your lips as you gaze up at him desperately, begging for his cock with your eyes. “I know what you want,” he smiles softly, taking your pyjama shorts in his hands. You straighten out your legs so he can slide them off, and he lets them drop to the floor, marvelling at the grool stuck to your thighs. His cock twitches at the sight and he promptly lines himself up, your knees bent once again. “I’ll pull out.”

You nod, feeling your clit throb for him, and he slowly pushes himself into you, letting out a groan of relief. His left hand is firmly holding your waist, right hand gripping above your left knee as he begins to steadily fuck you, working up a nice pace for you both. “You like it, baby? You like when I fuck you?” he taunts, eyes half-lidded.

“Mm–”

“Good,” he interrupts, voice low and sexed-up. Groaning, Orange leans forward and presses a rough kiss to your lips, still fucking you. He’s into it and you can tell he’s imagined it a hundred different times.

You whine against his lips as he deepens the kiss– it becomes less patient and more sloppy, breath mingling in a frenzy of lust. “Daddy,” you squeak in between kisses, running your fingers through his mop. “Oh, Orange..”

“S’Freddy,” he growls into your ear, not giving a fuck anymore. He wants to hear you moan his name– fuck Joe’s rules. “Name’s Freddy.”

Your clit tingles at the fact that he’s just given you that information– it doesn’t seem like much but if Joe ever finds out he’d go ballistic. “Freddy,” you breathe, chuckling out a smile, “you’re– you’re a good fuck.” You can’t help but stumble on your words they’re so truthful, and he snickers along with you, standing upright again.

“So’re you, babygirl,” he smirks, pausing briefly to speak his words before starting to fuck you again, admiring the way your tits jiggle with every thrust. He’s going harder now, fringe flopping over his face as he looks down at you. His eyes are practically devouring you– they’re completely different to normal. Determined, dominant and lustful. “Thaaat’s a good girl,” he praises, voice still low, and you whine at him in contentment.

You’re completely under his spell, on your back on the edge of that bed, legs in the air, taking his cock, him holding you in place. And he’s under yours. You can tell by the look in his eye and the smirk on his lips, though even moreso by the grunts he’s producing. “Baby,” he groans, running his thumb along your lip, letting you suck on it. “I’m close.”

“Mm, me too, Daddy,” you whimper, continuing to suck on his thumb. He likes that, and shifts his hand so you can suck on his fingers while he watches.

His thrusts get a little slower but deeper, more determined, and he takes his fingers from your mouth and brings them down, rubbing your clit. “Tell Daddy it feels good, baby.”

“It--” you shiver, itching to cum, “--it feels amazing, Daddy..”

“Mm, good.” Freddy watches your face closely, and the corners of his mouth turn up as you begin twitching, orgasm fast-approaching. You let it wash over you and grip the duvet, eyes rolling back as he fucks you through it, quickly pulling out to dump his load on your stomach, marvelling at the way you squirm. He grunts through his own, lazily jerking himself, squinting down at you.

Laughing a little nervously, he lets himself gently collapse beside you, propping himself up with his elbow. “Well, uh-- that was nice,” he comments, letting his fingertips trail down your side.

You roll over to face him, shifting to lay more comfortably on your side. “It really was, Mr. Orange,” you tease. His lips spread into a rather embarrassed grin-- he can’t believe he fucking told you his name.

“Don’t tell--”

“Joe? Freddy, if I tell Joe, he’ll demand to know just how the fuck I found out... then we’ll both be in trouble,” you laugh. It’s a laugh of sincerity, and it reaches your eyes. He can tell-- a relieved exhale escapes his lips, accompanied by a smile of the same feeling.

“Thanks.”

You lean over to press another kiss to his lips, pushing him onto his back, hoisting your leg over one of his. A smile, and you pull away just a bit. “If it makes you feel any better, I’m (Y/N).”

He blinks and smiles. “(Y/N),” he repeats, nodding ever-so slightly. “S’a pretty name, baby.”

“Thanks,” you beam, pressing a warm kiss to his cheek.

An hour or so later (you’d spent a little while in bed cuddling, droning on, just talking about life) and he’s standing in your doorway in his pyjamas once again. “So, uh, Blue...”

“Mm? Orange?” A smirk.

He laughs, ducking his head, hair flopping in his face, then looks at the ceiling. “I forgot what I was gonna say now.”

“Good, ‘cause I have a question, Mr. Orange.”

“Yeah? Go ahead.”

You smile, looking off to the side. “I was thinking-- we could make this a regular thing. Spend a night like that together before the jobs Joe puts us on,” you trail, rocking on your heels a little.

A lightbulb appears above his head and he nods, laughing again. “That’s what I was gonna fuckin’ say-- I just forgot, you distracted me. Callin’ me ‘Mr. Orange’.” Another chuckle, and he nods again. “Yeah, I’d love to.”

You pull him in for one last kiss, him gently rubbing your waist. “G’night, Freddy,” you whisper.

“Night, (Y/N).”

With that, he disappears down the hall back to his own hotel room, collapsing onto his own bed to think about the night’s events. Jesus-- maybe the criminal life was for him after all. Maybe he’d have to fuck over the LAPD. Who knows...?

#reservoir dogs fanfic #reservoir dogs smut #mr orange x reader #mr orange smut #freddy newandyke x reader #freddy newandyke smut

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dimpled-gukkie · 6 years ago

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Euphoria

moodboard by @euphoriajjkook

Pairing: Surfer!Park Jimin x Coffee shop worker!Reader (feat. sarcastic commentary from Jeon Jungkook)

Genre: fluff, college au and coffee shop au

Warnings: none

word count: 5k

Summary: You work at the local coffee shop in an empty seaside town. Jimin is a local surfer that has an affinity for buying coffee even though he doesn’t really like it. In a series of shameless flirting, does he get the girl?

A/n: Happy birthday @i-am-today-we-will-survive!!!! Thank you for being my ghost bestie and someone who I could always go to if I needed advice. I’ve talked more to you about my feelings than anyone else and I couldn’t ask for a better first online friend. Anyways, I love you and I hope you have a great day! P.s. I had this planned before you told me about the Tae fic and when you did I laughed really hard bc we really are the same

The early morning breeze curls around you, tangling itself in your hair as you walk to the small cafe to start your opening shift. The sound of crashing waves fills the air and you sigh, getting lost amongst the beauty of a seaside town. Although many find places like this only suitable for the summer, you love it. You welcome the quiet mornings of the fall, when the snowbirds are gone and you can get lost amongst your thoughts without worrying about running into someone. Unlocking the shop, the bell tinkles above you softly, something you’re grateful for since it is only five o’clock in the morning. Turning on the lights you get started on the day, grounding the coffee beans and setting up the machines. You expect to be alone for a few hours since most of your town just consists of college students now and no one wants to wake up this early but you’re surprised by that familiar chime. Turning around, you’re faced to with a sandy haired boy, both literally and figuratively, beaming at you as water drips from the ends of his hair onto the polished floor. A wet suit clings to his frame and you almost choke on your spit at his defined abdominal muscles and taut arms. Quickly avoiding his gaze you hurry towards the register, keeping your gaze facing towards the keys rather than the boy to hide your frazzled nature. “What can I get you?” You ask, still refusing to meet his gaze.

“What would you suggest?” He replies flirty, leaning against the counter to press his chin into his palm. You glance up at the movement and a chesire cat-like grin stretches across his face as he takes in your flustered state.

“Uh…Caramel Macchiato?” His laugh sounds like literal angels and you can’t help but want to hate him for being so perfect.

“For someone who works in a coffee shop, you sure do seem unsure about coffee.” His eyes twinkle, glittering as brightly as the silver rings on his fingers. Chubby fingers that seem like they’d be so nice and warm to hold that you almost want to reach out and- what are you saying? You’ve just met this boy, you don’t even know his name, and yet you’re already thinking about holding his hand?

“What can I say? I’m only intelligible after two coffees.” The boy’s grin grows even wider, teeth pearly white like ocean foam, and his eyes turn into sweet crescents. You can’t help but smile back when faced with such an ethereal sight.

“I’ll take three caramel macchiatos to-go then.”

“Name?”

“Jimin.” Fitting. A cute name for a cute boy. The conversation cuts there, although Jimin does hum while you make the drinks. Normally you’d be rushing to make them, clumsily clanking dishes together in an effort to get the customer out of the shop to kill the suffocating silence but with Jimin you feel fine, relaxed even. Maybe it’s because of his warm honey hair and eyes. When the drinks are made, you bring them over to the counter where Jimin twirls a stick meant for stirring your drink between his fingers.

“Here you go.” You smile, gently pushing them towards him. Your smile falls however when Jimin places his hands over yours and pushes two cups back towards you, only taking one for himself. “Did I do something wrong? Do you not want them?” You ask, crease between your brows defined from your confusion.

“Nope.” He smiles, taking a sip of his drink before groaning. “Damn that’s good. See you around…Y/n.” Your hands remained wrapped around the drink and only after he’s out of the shop, waving at you through the window when he stops to pick up his surfboard leaning against it, do you bother taking them away. A napkin flutters gently against the counter, one you didn’t even realize he stuck onto your hand. Picking it up, you can’t help but laugh and look away, all while grinning bashfully. ‘Hold onto this until you finish the drinks. Wanna make sure you remember me once you’re intelligible. -Jimin”. It’s complete with a wink and a heart placed delicately in the corner.

You hurry out of the shop after your shift is over, running off to your first class of the day. When you get to the lecture hall, Jungkook pats the seat next to him and you slide into it, taking a deep breath to relax your rapid heart. “You look like you just ran a marathon.” Jungkook remarks, reaching down to hand you his water bottle from under the table.

“That’s because it feels like I did.” You tell him, guzzling down half his water causing him to whine.

“Y/n, don’t drink it all.” You roll your eyes and pull your lips away from the bottle, offering to buy him a new one after class.

“How about boba instead? Don’t you have a thirty minute break between classes?” Jungkook’s doe eyes become increasingly wider as he gives you his best puppy dog eyes.

“I see. When it’s your money I can’t even drink half your water but when it’s mine you want a $5 drink.” You tease, already kissing goodbye the last few dollars you have to your name. At least you get your paycheck at the end of the week to replenish your dry bank account.

“Is that a yes?” Jungkook perks up, disregarding your sarcasm. When you nod he cheers, a bunny smile dimpling his cheeks while he claps his hands excitedly. You can’t help the fond smile taking over your face as you watch the him do a happy dance in his seat. Jungkook is like your excitable little brother. The type where you just want to pinch his cheeks and protect him from everything bad in the world.

“Thanks Y/n!” He chirps, before falling silent when your professor enters the room. As he drones on about the Psychosexual stages you can’t help your mind drifting on to the new patron from this morning. The one with the iron-clad thighs and bright smile.

You don’t expect to see the object of your daydreams at the boba shop when you enter but yet here he is. He’s not in a wet suit anymore, instead in a pair of what you assume to be board shorts and an oversized white shirt. It amazes you how despite the lackluster outfit you still can’t help but stare completely enraptured with his beauty. Jungkook nudges you to break your attention from Jimin and you lick your lips nervously at being caught. “Wipe your chin. You’re drooling.” He snickers and you hastily wipe at your chin only to discover nothing is there.

“You brat.” You growl loud enough to gain Jimin’s attention.

“Oh hey!” He smiles, cheeks doubting in size as the corners of his mouth push them up.

“Hi.” You wave shyly, looking behind him at Jungkook’s smug smile. It’s moments like this where he watches your suffering that you wonder just why you’re best friends in the first place.

“I was hoping to see you tomorrow but this is much better.” Despite his blatant flirting and confidence seeming to exude from his very being, a small blush rises at his words. Your heart stumbles a bit, endeared by his newfound bashfulness. You two stare at each other, you unsure what to say and Jimin smiling softly at you before Jungkook interrupts.

“I hate to break this umm.. moment but I’m thirsty and she needs to get to class.”

“Oh right sorry.” Jimin apologizes, immediately stepping aside to let you reach the counter. You glance back again at Jimin to find him still staring, smilingly shyly at you when you make eye contact again. “I guess I should go. See you tomorrow Y/n?” His gaze is somewhat hopefully and your heart starts racing at the implication.

“Yeah sure. See you then Jimin.” His smile brightens as his name passes your lips and you’re sure in that moment you gave him the key to his heart. One he gladly took as he slowly walks over to grab his drink, winking at you one last time before finally leaving the shop.

“I think I’m going to die of dehydration by the time I finally get my drink.” Jungkook whines, looking longingly at the poster of the latest special.

“You could’ve ordered yourself you know?” You roll your eyes at his dramatics, checking the time on your phone. You have ten minutes to get to your next class, surely that’s enough time? Except Jungkook orders the most complex thing on the menu which you’re sure is a punishment for “nearly making him die of thirst”, so you end up sprinting across campus, your drink remaining untouched until you’re panting in your seat, cursing Jungkook’s name with each sip you take.

Jimin surprises you by actually showing up the next day, once again in his wetsuit. His hair curls as the ocean water clings to it, a few tendrils plastered to his forehead that he tries to brush away with his hand. Tickles of sea water run down his face, curving around his jaw to trickle down his neck and down the planes of his chest. You lick your lips and swallow rather loudly, embarrassed because you know Jimin saw you and also because you’ve never wished to be a drop of water until this moment. “I missed you.” Jimin says, leaning against the counter and placing his chin into his palm.

“That so?” You ask, struggling to hide the smirk on your face. Jimin’s confidence is infectious and you feel yourself becoming more emboldened by his affection by the second.

“Did you miss me?” He asks coyly, lips curling into a smirk as he expects the answer to be a yes. Too bad for him you’re stubborn and refuse to give him the satisfaction.

“Nope.” You pop the p for extra emphasis, busying yourself with one of the machines to not have to look at his growing pout.

“Pouting won’t get you anywhere, you know?” You tease, turning back towards him to pinch his jutted bottom lip between your fingers.

“Not even when you’re this cute?” He places his hands under his chin and flutters his lashes at you, eyes puppy dog wide and full of innocence.

“Afraid not.” You pat his head sympathetically.

“Hmm… you’re a pretty good liar but I can see it in your eyes.” Sinking down onto your elbows you make direct eye contact. Jimin’s face os mere inches from your and it takes everything in you not to turn away. Tension begins to cloud the air around you but you’re too stubborn to break it.

“And what just do my eyes say?” You cock your head slightly to the side.

“That you find me attractive. Angelic even.” He winks, grin spreading so far across his face that his cheeks become bread-like and oh-so-pinchable. You stand up then at his words, too flustered at the fact that you’re caught to pretend that you don’t think Jimin is the most attractive man you’ve ever seen. You’re many things, but a liar isn’t one. Let alone a good one.

“Maybe I do.” You mutter and he freezes like you just took his breath away, the same he does to you every time he enters the cafe. His cheeks dust a light rose color, similar to the one making its way across your own face since you weren’t expecting him to hear you, and you fiddle with the stack of to-go cups to divert your attention away from the beaming boy. “Anyways,” You say, clearing your throat. “what can I get you?”

“Two caramel macchiatos.” You’re grateful that Jimin doesn’t bother to tease you about your slight confession but can’t help deflating a little because you were hoping he’d say three. That he’d buy you coffee just so he could leave you a greasy note on a napkin that leaves you a happy mess for the rest of the day. Maybe this was his subtle way of rejecting you?

“Oh, okay.” Grabbing the two cups, you turn to head to make the drinks but Jimin’s voice stops you.

“Aren’t you gonna write my name on it?” He whines and you roll your eyes.

“Alright.”

“Honey bunches or babe?” Jimin asks and your head snaps up in confusion.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Which, which would you prefer? If someone were to uhh…call you that? Hypothetically of course.” He turns shy under your gaze, fiddling with his fingers and chewing his lower lip between his teeth. His new shy demeanor is endearing, although you may have to charge him for physical therapy with this whiplash he’s giving you. It’s hard to keep up with the changes in demeanor.

“Honey bunches. It’s cute.”

“Write that then. On both, please.” You nod, scribbling the name onto both cups, silence falling between you two as you make the drinks. Jimin doesn’t bother humming this time, opting to instead inspect everything he can see. Which means he accidentally screws up the entire set-up for the creamer area with his fiddling but you’ll let it slide this time.

“Here you go.” You say, faking a smile like you didn’t spend the entire time you made the drinks wondering just who this one cup was for. Just who was he calling honey bunches? Was he just being nice yesterday? He seemed too flirty to just be friendly but maybe you read them wrong.

“Thanks. Well, have a nice day…honey bunches.” He says hurriedly, smiling shyly at you before running out of the shop. You stare at the spot he was just in like he’s still there, too stunned to comprehend what just happened. It takes you a few seconds to process everything, and you’re left standing there staring at two cups in your hand while grinning like an idiot.

Jimin has stopped by your cafe every morning for the past week, buying you two coffees despite your protests and each day your affection for him grows. Not only is he striking, but he’s also funny and kind. He helps you set up in the morning now, setting aside at least an hour each morning just to spend time with you. You’ve never been much of a morning person but with Jimin by your side you’re starting to grow fond of them. “So what’s your plan for today?” You ask Jimin, writing down the new week’s specials on the chalk board.

Jimin sits next to you, doodling little images onto the board to make it look prettier. His tongue peeks out slightly between his plush lips, brows furrowed in concentration and you almost regret speaking and breaking him out of his trance. Seeing him so engrossed in his work is mesmerizing. “Probably going to head back out for a little while before going to class.”

“Class?” You ask, completely dumbfounded. To be honest you thought Jimin was a bit of a beach bum, the only time you’ve ever seen him being after his morning surf and that one time in the boba shop. Plus on your small campus you surely would’ve seen him around.

“Yeah. I’m studying pediatrics at the local university. Why do you seem surprised?”

Your cheeks burn in shame, not wanting to tell Jimin why you were taken aback. “Didn’t realize you went here.” You mumble and Jimin nods.

“You thought I just lived at the beach didn’t you?” He asks bluntly and your eyes blow wide at his words. Are you that easy to read? Gaze cast down to avoid his own, you nod your head slightly and Jimin laughs.

“That’s alright, I know I give off that vibe. I like to surf in the morning for exercise. Gotta stay fit to be a doctor.” He smiles, patting your knee in assurance that he isn’t mad. Your body relaxes under his touch and even though his hand is gone within seconds you can still feel the weight of it on your skin. It’s comforting and you wish you had the courage to tell him to do it again and keep it there next time. But you don’t, so you just end up daydreaming about his hand on you while finishing the menu, eyes occasionally flicking to him every once in a while.

When the sign is done and placed outside by the open door, you do one final sweep of the shop checking the clock for the time. It’s 6:50 which means the morning rush of college students should just begin trickling in. “Do you want anything to drink? For you this time.” You ask him and he nods, ordering a blended mocha. You immediately get to work, startling when you feel a presence behind you. Turning your head slightly you relax when you realize it’s just Jimin behind you and continue making his drink. He places his chin on your shoulder suddenly causing you to almost drop the entire container of milk.

“Woah! Careful there bunches.” His hands are placed over your own, his front pressed into your back since he rushed into you to catch the milk jug. You’re sure your whole face is on fire, Jimin’s warmth and scent encompassing you. He smiles at you when you turn your head to look at him, like he isn’t the culprit of your pounding heart and clammy hands. “You okay?” He asks softly, eyes roaming your body for any injury even though the assaulting item is in his hands, having not even really touched you.

“Yeah.” Your voice is nearly a whisper, your mind still lost in the haze caused by Jimin’s body wrapped around your own. Swallowing thickly, you turn back to Jimin’s drink to try and get a grip on your thoughts. Jimin says nothing the whole time and you have to glance behind you just to make sure he’s still there. His hands are presses against the counter that he leans his back onto, eyes never leaving your frame as you rush around. Only when you finish, placing the drink in his hands does he bother to say anything.

“Have you ever thought of surfing?” He asks, popping the straw in his mouth to busy himself while waiting for your answer. It almost seems like he’s nervous.

“Yeah…” You mumble fiddling with your fingers.

“But what?” Jimin pushes himself off the counter to stand upright and moves closer to you, making you look up to face him.

“I’m scared of sharks.” You whine, covering your face with your hands and Jimin can’t help but chuckle.

“Bunches, you’re so cute.” He coos, gently pulling your hands away from your face. “Hey it’s okay. I’ll protect you alright? I mean, have you seen these muscles?” Jimin flexes his bicep and pats his stomach like you don’t know he has abs under his wetsuit. The same wetsuit that nearly gives you a heart attack every time he comes in from the way it clings to his frame. The fondness in his gaze captures your attention rather than his body because you’ve never seen him look at you like that. It’s almost like you hold all the stars and you stay silent, wanting this moment to last forever. “Is that a yes?” He asks, hope swirling in his irises.

“Yes.” His grin is as blinding as the sun outside and he hugs you in his excitement. You tense for a second before relaxing into him, wrapping your arms around his lower torso to pull him closer to you. He smells like ocean water and coconut, likely from the sunscreen he uses, and so distinctly Jimin that you can’t stop yourself from burying your nose into his chest. You miss the way he grins down at you and tightens his grip on your body, completely enraptured.

“Can you two just confess your love to each other so I don’t have to sit through your endless pining anymore?” Jungkook whines, pushing his sunglasses up his nose. You’re too busy watching Jimin teach the little kids how to surf to hear him. Several baby surfboards lay pressed into the sand as Jimin demonstrates how to properly paddle and jump up on the board. The children giggle as he must make some sort of joke and your heart warms at the sight of him laughing along with him. Your mind wanders to what Jimin would be like as a father and just when you’re getting to the good part Jungkook dumps half his water bottle on you.

“Kook!” You scream, lurching up from your towel to scramble away from him. Your outburst gains the attention of some of the other visitors and you blush, especially when you hear Jimin call your name.

“Just thought you needed to cool down.” He winks, nodding his head to Jimin who is now heading your way.

“I hate you.” You growl, flipping him off behind your back as you meet Jimin halfway. This feels almost like an episode of baywatch as shirtless Jimin jogs to you across the sand. muscles rippling under the sun, his hair gracefully flowing in the slight sea breeze. Except you have Jungkook cackling as your soundtrack. “Hi.” You say, becoming breathless when Jimin is only a few feet away. His bronze skin looks tantalizing, like he’s some sort of greek god and you wonder if maybe he is.

“Hi.” Jimin sounds just as breathless, but you assume it must be the exertion of running in the sand. “What are you doing here bunches?” He asks curiously, cocking his head to the side.

“Kook and I wanted to get some sun. Plus I thought I might take you up on that surf lesson.” You fiddle with the strands of your hair as you say it, the fear of rejection much too real. What if Jimin didn’t mean it? What if you read the signs wrong and he only likes you as a friend?

“Oh! Yeah okay. The lesson with the little ones is over in a half hour so I’ll just meet you afterwards.” You nod and Jimin smiles back at you. Eyes flicking to Jungkook who you’re sure is filming this whole thing to show you just how embarrassing it was later. “Is he gonna stay around the whole time?”

“Maybe. Actually probably not. The separation anxiety between him and his video games is strong.” You laugh and Jimin seems to relax a little.

“Good. I was hoping we’d be alone.” He smiles innocently, yet you can’t help but lick your lips in anticipation. His eyes dart down at the movement holding on your lips so that you bite on them anxiously. If you didn’t know any better you’d think he let out a small groan at the action. “I’ll see you in a bit okay? I-I have to get back to the littles.” Your heart grows two sizes as he jogs back to them and they tackle him into the sand in a hug.

You might throw up. Looking out into the crashing waves, a surfboard tucked under your arm, you can’t help but wonder what lurks beneath the waves. You know realistically you’re probably fine, that Jimin has surfed his whole life and hasn’t seen one but you can’t help the ominous feeling bubbling in your stomach. A warm hand is placed onto the small of your back and you jump, startled from your own thoughts. “I’ll be right here the whole time okay?” Jimin assures you, eyes boring into yours to show his seriousness. The hand on your back moves to grasp your own lightly, fingers intertwining as Jimin leads you to the water. You glance back hesitantly to where Jungkook sits and he throws you a thumbs up. Taking a deep breath you face back forward and tighten your grip on Jimin’s hand, letting him drag you into the depths.

The water is slightly cold, similar temperature to your iced tea back at the shore that only has a few ice cubes in it since the rest have melted. It wraps around your hips, the waves lapping against you as the sea foam licks your skin. Jimin lets go of your hand and you whine, reaching out for him for comfort. “It’s alright bunches. We just gotta get on the board now. I’m still right here.” Jimin holds onto you board as you clamber on, knuckles nearly white from how tight you grip the edges. The water feels like it’s trying to buck you off as you move along with the wave and you realize this was a mistake. Just what did you get yourself into all for Jimin’s sweet smile and cute laugh? “Relax bunches.” Jimin says, leaning down onto the board you’re sprawled across to press his face right next to yours. His hand moves up to caress your cheek, pushing stray strands of hair of your face before roaming over your shoulder and down the slope of your back where it rubs small circles. You close your eyes at his ministrations, focusing on his touch rather than the movement of the waves. “You good?” Jimin asks after the rigidity in your body melts away.

“Yeah. I’m ready.” Jimin grins back at you and you’re jealous by how relaxed he is. You guess it’s because this is his element, the same as you in the cafe. He backs up off the board and drags you out further into the ocean where the baby waves are.

“I’m going to count to three and when I get to three start paddling okay? Stand up when you can feel the wave under you like we practiced out on the sand.”

“I feel like this is a good time to mention I suck at skateboarding.” Jimin giggles, throwing himself into you, arms wrapping around your shoulders and face digging into your neck through his fit. You don’t know what to do so you just lay there on the board, blaming the blush on the sun and not the fact that he’s curled around you, and pat his arm hooked around your front.

“Okay no more fun and games.” Jimin pulls away, suddenly serious. It’s go time baby.” Turning your board around so you’re facing the shore, Jimin holds onto the board as he watches the waves trying to pick out the perfect one. You wait for a minute, nerves buzzing in anticipation, before you hear him begin to count. You paddle as hard as you can and when you feel the wave begin to crest you scramble to your feet, well one foot since your other knee is on the board, but you don’t care because you’re surfing! Too caught up in the excitement you forget how to stop and tumble off the board into the water, pushing up off the sand to break the surface.

“I did it! Jiminie did you see?!” You yell as Jimin hurries towards you, eyes slipping behind his grin. When he gets close enough he pulls you into him, strong arms wrapping around your lower back and pushing you into the air.

“Good job baby!” He coos, eyes alight with pride. “I’m so proud of you. I knew you could do it.” Your face flushes at the new pet name and you smile shyly at him.

“Baby huh?” Jimin unwraps one hand from around you to scratch the back of his neck, nervously chewing on the bottom of his lip.

“Well, yeah. If you want to be.”

“Are you asking me to be your girlfriend Park Jimin? Even though we haven’t been on a date yet?” You can’t help the grin taking over your face, elation pounding through your veins. Park Jimin likes you back. Park Jimin likes you. This beautiful boy who you’re pretty sure is actually an angel wants you.

“Why do you think those mornings in the cafe were?” Jimin winks, giggling at the bashful look on your face.

“Oh.”

“So will you? Be my girlfriend I mean?” Jimin licks his lips and your eyes follow the movement wondering how they’d feel against your own. Well, you guess you better find out. Pressing your lips softly against his own instead of replying, you tighten your grip around Jimin’s neck, pulling his body closer to yours. His hands tangle into your hair as he kisses you harder, prying your lips open with his own, groaning when you tug onto his hair then-

“Finally!” Jungkook screams causing you to break away startled. Turning around, Jungkook has all your stuff in his hands, dumping it onto the sand ten feet away from the ocean. “I have a feeling you’ll be here for a while and I’m bored so I’m leaving. See you later.”

Turning back around you bury your face in Jimin’s neck, relishing in the warmth while also hiding from the world because you really just made out on a public beach. “So was that a yes?” Jimin asks and you roll your eyes but smile nonetheless. Pulling away you give his neck a light peck before moving back and kissing his nose.

“Yes Jimin, that’s a yes.”

“Wow, who would’ve guessed I’d have the world’s cutest girlfriend?”

“Who would’ve guessed I’d have the world’s hottest boyfriend?”

“Eww, that was greasy.” Jimin whines but the way his grip tightens around you and his grin grows you know he liked the praise. You’re about to say something else, something snarky, but a shadow catches your attention. A rather large shadow that’s moving slowly through the water and heading right towards you. Your body goes stiff and your hands shake as you point the shadow out to Jimin.

“Jiminie is-is that what I think it is?” Your voice trembles and Jimin rolls his eyes until he notices the figure and bolts out of the water, you wrapped up in his arms. “I told you there were sharks!” You scream, wrapping your legs tighter around Jimin’s frame as he makes it to the safety of the sand.

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scribeofmorpheus · 6 years ago

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Reflections by the Water

Paring: Newt x Plus Size Reader

For the SPOOKTOBER 2018 Competition

Requested by @gruffle1 : Could you please write 50: “ We’d make such a cute couple. ” with Newt (from The Maze Runner) x reader? Also if it’s not too much trouble could you please make them plus size? Thank you in advance.

Words: 3125

Warnings: None

A/N: Writing a story for a plus size reader was very much a new endeavour for me (which I thank you for requesting because it helped me learn new things). I read a few articles and other people’s fics in order to get a feel for Do’s and Don’ts. I’m not skinny but I’m also not plus size (and simply being friends with plus size people doesn’t make me an expert so I refused to slap on an ‘Oh I know someone like xyz’ and then write something stereotypical) so that’s why this piece was late. But also, I’m still learning, so your criticism would be greatly appreciated to make sure I know what worked and what didn’t with this fic!

Prompts in Bold-Italics.

You woke up early that morning to prepare for your supply run with Minho. Supplies were getting low and he had made a subtle comment about not wanting to be stuck for hours in the wasteland with Brenda's permanent sour expression and dry sense of humour, so you took that as his unofficial way of asking you to come with. You always enjoyed Minho's humour and he always said he felt safer with you watching his back.

As you snaked your arms into your favourite leather jacket, you noticed the layers beginning to peel and the seams loosen with age. You'd have to replace it soon, a notion you weren't all too thrilled about. Finding supplies and clothes weren't easy lately. You had asked Newt to teach you how to sew so you could easily mend any tears because it was easier than trying to find new clothes that were comfortable and not tight.

As you made your way over to the beat-up vehicle you noticed Newt give something to Brenda before she headed towards a sleepy/eyed Minho. Newt ran up beside you, a big open smile on his face, his sandy blond hair ruffled by the wind. The smell of the saltwater clinging to the morning air.

"Hey, Y/N! Hold up..." He called after you as he hobbled slightly at a faster pace than his leg was comfortable with.

You turned towards him, squinting from the morning sun, "Hey Newt, what are you doing up so early?"

Newt let out a gentle laugh as he shyly rubbed the hairs on his nape, "Uh, Minho said the three of you were going on a run..."

When he didn't immediately finish his sentence, you tried to help him along, "Did you want us to keep an eye out for something?"

"Not exactly," he looked up at you a little uncertain. "I just wanted to say be careful, is all."

You found his concern sweet. It was no secret the two of you got along. In fact, you had always had a soft spot for Newt, but he was always a little shy when left alone with you for long periods of time. He’d fumble for words and always give you that charming, squinty, half-smile.

"Always," you reassuringly caressed his lithe arm, running up and down the length of his biceps.

"See you when you get back, yeah."

"For sure," you waved goodbye and then headed to join Minho and a very cranky looking Brenda.

***

While in a desolate old-world building, you, Minho and Brenda went searching for supplies.

"Okay, I'll run ahead, do a quick search of things. Meet back in ten?" Minho asked.

"Uh huh, yeah sure." Was all Brenda said after she pocketed that list from before and hauled her body on top of some fallen debris onto the second floor.

"Be careful, and remember: stay quiet," Minho nodded at you as he ran down a corner and out of sight.

You worked your way through desolate rooms that held damaged manikins and destroyed artefacts of all kinds, keeping an eye out for essentials. About a few minutes past the agreed-upon rendezvous time, you carried your haul to the vehicle, the sound of Brenda's shrill scream pumped adrenaline straight into your veins like it was an intravenous transfusion. You grabbed your trusty metal bat and ran back to the building. When you finally got there, you noticed an abundant number of infected screeching and heading towards a struggling Brenda who was pushing the dead weight of one such infected from her body.

Brenda looked over at you, relieved to see someone, anyone, that wasn't infected. After a moment of letting the ice in your veins freeze your muscles, Brenda shouted with a slight hint of agitation: "A… little… help… for fuck's sake!"

You regained your senses and looked around for a way to get up to her level quickly. You spotted the stairs on the other end of the building and made a break for it, bashing your bat against any infect body that tried to claw its way to you. When you got to Brenda you had to practically wrestle the infected off her and use as much of your strength as you could to throw it off the ledge. Its body landed with a crunching thud, missing Minho by inches as he yelped from being startled.

Brenda dusted at her jacket before her eyes went wide in horror, "Oh shit!"

"Uhh, guys," Minho looked frazzled. "Better get down here quick!"

You looked in the direction Brenda and Minho were staring and saw a hoard of infected clamouring over each other in a seething rage and practically foaming at the mouth.

"Fuck!" You swore.

"Quick, through here!" Brenda shouted after you as she slid under a crack in the wall that led to the lower levels.

"You kidding, I can't fit through there!" You said with annoyance. You rolled up your sleeves and looked back to the smaller hoard you had previously struck down to get to Brenda. "Guess, back into the killer hoard I go!"

You focused more on making a break for it than using your energy for your mean swing. As you ran, you were annoyed by how haphazardly your tits bounced about against the weak bindings of your bra. It was a bit of a hindrance, especially given the life or death situation you were in. You would have to make a note to fix the straps or maybe make a new one altogether.

When you finally met up with the others, you made your way out of the building, making sure to barricade the door shut.

As Minho held his knees and tried to catch his breath, Brenda rested against the door which rattled from the bombarding hits from the infected on the other side.

"That's the last time I do Newt any favours," she said apprehensively.

"Favours?" You asked.

She just looked at you and shook her head, "It's not important. Let's get out of here."

As you walked back to the vehicle, you noticed a tear running across the length of your arm.

"Shit!" You mourned your jacket. "No amount of needle and thread will fix this!"

"Don't be so dramatic. Anything can be patched back together!" Minho gave you a heartfelt smile.

"It's a lateral tear!" You whined.

Brenda sighed, "I'm sure you'll be able to replace it."

You closed your eyes and sighed into your hands, "Easy for you to say." You whispered too low for anyone to hear.

***

When you got back to camp, you decided to go and lay by the beach for a moment. You'd be lying if you said all this excitement hadn't left you a little winded. Hell, you could see Minho grabbing an impromptu nap on a hammock he set up with Thomas the other day. You also noticed Brenda take something to Newt's workshop by the edge of the beach strip. Newt noticed you staring at their exchanged and beamed a bright smile at you as he awkwardly gave you a quick wave before disappearing into his workshop.

A part of you wondered what exactly Newt asked her to get. Another part was irritated he asked Brenda instead of you. The two of you were closer for starters. At least he always gave you that impression.

As you lay by the ocean, hearing the waves lap, Thomas jogged to your side.

"Y/N, hey!" he said.

"Hey, Tommy. What's up?" You asked as you noticed a group of people collecting by the heart of the camp and stacking firewood.

"Hey, a few of us are gonna have a little bonfire. Trade scary stories. You in?"

You mulled his invite over for a bit, weighing your fatigue against your need to socialise. Your gaze shifted to a now snoring -and drooling- Minho swinging on the hammock. He was dangerously close to falling over. "I think I'm going to follow Minho's lead and get some shut-eye before meal time."

You stood up off the ground, dusting sand off your trousers.

"I hear you guys had quite the exciting day?" Thomas remarked.

You huffed, "A little too exciting if you ask me!" Your eyes Thomas for a moment and then asked skittishly: "Hey you mind if I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"Have you noticed anything weird between Newt and Brenda lately?"

You question made Thomas shift his stance. You didn't know whether that was a tell or not. You chose to ignore it when he guffawed and slung his arm casually around your shoulders, "I have it under good authority that Newt and Brenda are strictly friends. Maybe friends is pushing it… More like friendly."

Thomas smiled at you as though he knew something you didn't.

"I'll see you later tonight?" Thomas asked as he walked back to the ever-growing fire pit.

"If I don't sleep like the dead… Or Minho!" you jested as you made your way over to your shack.

***

Everyone around the campfire was tense. Bated breath and bulging eyes all set on Gally. His eyes lingered on you for a moment before he clapped his hands and made screeching noise.

"And then, just like that, they never saw her again. Some say her haunting screams can still be heard if you wander too close," Gally muttered with a sinister edge hanging to each vowel. His eyes wild and unnerving as he finished telling his ghost story to the rest of the crowd.

Thomas's eyes were elsewhere, staring blankly at the flames. Newt held a similar expression from time to time, his attention bouncing back and forth between reminiscing and being in the present. Brenda didn't care much for the story and spent much of her time with her head to the stars. Minho was joking around with a bunch of boys who had decided Gally's storytelling skills were not to their liking.

Aris seemed particularly unhinged, his face downturned in discomfort.

"I think that's enough horror stories for one night," you spoke gently to the crowd. Aris noticed your eyes linger on him when you said that. He gave you a look of appreciation in exchange. You smiled warmly. Just then you noticed Newt come out of his stupor and look across from the fire to where you sat. His blue eyes reflecting the flames like clear mirrors. His gaze was intense, but his features soft and almost filled with a look of intimacy you'd never seen before. Or maybe you just never looked in his direction when he did.

You blood flushed hot and you were unsettled by how quickly your heart began to feel heavy and full against the butterflies manifesting within your stomach. From the heat of the flames to the heat emanating off your body, everything was becoming a little overwhelming.

You excused yourself from the group and made your way to the banks where you let the cold waves lap and splash across your bare feet. The moon was full, providing ample light for your reflection to be cast upon the water easily. Inching closer to yours was Newt's reflection, becoming larger and larger until you could all but feel his frame blocking the wind beside you.

"It's a beautiful night isn't it?" He asked casually, as though you'd been talking for hours before this moment.

Your eyes were glued to your reflections shimmering and distorting with the waves. The starlight appearing as speckles on the dark water. Newt's eyes were set on the horizon, glancing at another marvellous view from your own.

"The stars are unusually bright for this time of year," you agreed.

The longer you stared at your reflections, the more you began to wonder what exactly it was that made you so close. Newt had been adamant to get to know you in the beginning. To be honest, he wasn't always trusting of new people since he left the glade. At least that's the impression he gave you from all his stories and how cautious he was around new people. There was a certain irony to him being one of the few people you felt close too.

Your personalities couldn't be further from compatible. He was stoic and level headed, but there was a latent temper that simmered under his cool eyes born from the harshness of this world and what he had to endure. You could be a little hot-headed and a bit more open when it came to expressing yourself. You were like to sides to a coin. Even his small stature and deceptively slender arms contrasted to your larger build and more visibly formed muscles. And yet, the two of you couldn't have looked more normal, more fitting, standing side by side.

"On nights like tonight, I always find it calming to come out here and watch how the light casts a silver layer just where the horizon meets the sea." Newt pointed out to where his eyes were set.

You lifted your head and followed his direction.

"I've noticed." You said freely.

Newt turned to you. You simply shrugged and nudged him with your elbow.

"Just because I don't brood as you do, doesn't mean I don't notice things too."

There was a brief pause filled by the sound of the waves. Newt's left hand trailed down to his leg where he squeezed the muscles as though trying to will them to heal better. You returned your eyes to the horizon.

"When Minho told me what happened, I was worried," Newt admitted.

You glanced over at him, "Hey, you know I always make it back."

You placed a hand on his shoulder. He looked over to where your palm connected to his shoulder and gave a fond smile.

"I know. But it doesn't change the fact that I always worry. Not just for Minho, but…" Newt looked into your eyes this time. "For you."

"Newt," you said softly.

"I kept waiting for the right moment to say something, but I forgot that in this life the right moments are moments like these. When it's peaceful and you do get a chance to say something when the people you care for come back despite all the dangers they faced."

Newt turned to you, placing a hand over yours that was still connected to his shoulder.

You tried to speak but you were tongue-tied. This was most definitely a first.

"Y/N, I feel something for you. And whatever it is, it's more than friendship."

You cocked your head gently to the side, the breeze blowing your hair into your eyes. Newt removed his hand from yours and tucked those stray strands back behind your ear. The contact of his calloused fingers against your soft cheeks felt indescribable.

Before you knew what words were surfacing, you absentmindedly asked, "Why me?"

Newt smirked and shrugged, "Why not?"

You giggled to yourself, finding something comical in this sweet moment.

"What?" Newt asked surprised.

You shook your head, "It's nothing. It's just… Well, I always thought we’d make such a cute couple."

Newt gave a low grumble in agreement, "How does Thomas put it: Me with my stubborn broody nature and you with your warm smile."

Suddenly, it made sense why Thomas had looked at you strangely earlier.

"Thomas huh? Is he the reason for this confession?" You teased.

"He may have mentioned that you thought something was going on between me and Brenda. I didn't want you to get any wrong ideas about her and me so I figured I'd show you."

"Show me what?"

"You'll have to trust me," he held out his hand for you.

You placed your hand in his and let him lead you towards his workshop.

Once inside, Newt began moving things around as he lit a few lamps along the way.

"A while back, I heard this story about a past time from before. During the time of year when trees shed their browning leaves and it rained for days, they used to decorate their towns and streets with carvings and other frightening things." Newt mentioned as he bent down to retrieve something from a handmade box.

"That sounds… odd," You remarked.

"I thought the same thing. Apparently, they'd exchange gifts," Newt handed you something wrapped in a thin sheet.

You hadn't expected him to hand you a gift. A part of you felt a little bad for not having one to give him. "I--"

"Before you say anything, just open it," he encouraged.

You set the parcel on the table and unwrapped it. You gasped.

"Newt, it's..." You searched for the right words as you lifted the newly sewn together jacket and held it up against the light. It was pieced together with several different pieces of leather. Red, tan brown and even darker black patched gave it an authentic if not complementary colour scheme. You ran your fingers over the careful stitches made from thin thread to the slightly more noticeable ones made from what seemed to be twine.

"I noticed your old one was getting a little worse for wear and I figured it since I can't be with you on all your scavenging trips..."

"It's perfect." Your voice croaked slightly, pushing back tears as you motioned to set the jacket down and wrap your arms around Newt.

He staggered ever so slightly, not expecting you to hug him so quickly but when he regained his ground Newt returned your hug with just as much enthusiasm. A beaming smile tugging at his lips.

When you broke away, your eyes locked for a long minute and the amber light from the lamps cast a golden sheen upon the two of you. And then your lips met in a tender and novelty kiss.

"I have imagined doing this a lot of times. I have to admit, the reality is a thousand times better," Newt said.

You failed to suppress your blush, "That's one thing we have in common."

"Just wait until Thomas finds out. He's been pestering me about admitting how I feel for months now."

"And now you can shout it from rooftops."

"Our roofs aren't that high, or sturdy."

You laughed, "You're right. Bad idea."

"Besides, I'd like to keep this between us for now. See where we go from here. Save Gally from inevitable heartbreak."

You looked at him quizzically, "Gally?"

Newt scrunched his nose in disbelief, "What you didn't know? He was being quite obvious about it."

Your mouth upturned into a half moon, "Maybe I don't notice everything."

"You noticed me," Newt said before placing a kiss to your cheek.

"How could I not?" You placed your forehead to his. "Let's go back and look at the stars."

***

Note: The bra thing was something I got from my own experience being someone who gets assaulted by her own boobies if I even think of running without a sports bra. I hope it didn’t come across as crass.

#newt #the maze runner #newt x reader #next x plus size reader #plus size reader #newt imagines #newt x ps reader #the scorch trials #the death cure AU #where Newt survived the last book #thomas brodie-sangster characters #spooktober #scribescribbles #fic request

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fall-lightning · 5 years ago

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Isn’t That Cheating?

This was my first fanfiction I wrote for hxh and it’s... something. I don’t love it, but I don’t exactly hate it.

“Are You cheating or something? I was practically behind you!”

Killua smirked at the short boy who he had just shot. He’d been hoping to find Gon before the game was over, but shooting Zushi was worth the distraction.

“You’re just being a sore loser Sushi roll. Besides, who goes behind their enemy to take them out? That takes all the fun out of the game.” Killua raised an eyebrow at Zushi, who furrowed his own eyebrows. He opened his mouth to respond but Killua winked and ran off before he could speak. He’d already wasted enough time with Zushi, he needed to find Gon quick.

Their grade was playing laser tag as a team building exercise, though the teachers failed to think that maybe putting the kids against each other in a competitive game would only make them realize just how much they disliked each other.

The room the laser tag was held in was dark with only a few green lights, and it had obstacles everywhere to hide behind. There was also ladders leading up to a second floor, which was really just a five foot wide stretch of walkway wrapping around the room. There was no place in the room where you could see everything, which was most of the fun of the game.

The games were a free-for-all, going until there’s only one person who hadn’t been shot in the round. Killua had beaten Gon in two out of the three games they’d played with their classmates, with Gon winning the other one. Their teacher and supervisor of the field trip, Bisky, had said this was the last game, and Killua didn’t want to have a tie with him winning two games and Gon winning the other two games. One of their classmates winning was out of the question, so Killua wanted to make sure it was him who won this last round.

The room was filled with people complaining about being shot and the ridiculous sound the laser guns made when they ‘fired’. It seriously sounded like a light-saber being activated. The sounds were quieter than they had been in the beginning, when there was more people in the round.

Up ahead, about twenty feet away, Killua spotted a head of long blonde hair. Retz. He would enjoy shooting her. Not that she wasn’t his friend, because she kind of was, but he didn’t really appreciate the looks she would sometimes give his best friend. What does she think she’s doing? Trying to date Gon? Killua ground his teeth at the thought. If Gon dated someone he would always be going on dates with them, and holding hands with them, and he would never time to hang out with Killua! Killua kind of had a hunch that Gon spending less time with him wasn’t the only reason he didn’t want Gon to date anyone, but that was a can of worms he didn’t want to open.

“Retz!” He called out. She turned around, gun up. Before she could shoot however, he brought his gun up and fired. She stuck out her tongue at him. He teasingly pretended to blow smoke off the barrel of his gun.

“Why did you call my name? It would’ve been smarter to take me out from behind.” She said in her soft, girly, voice of judgement.

“Didn’t want to take you out from behind. Besides, I took you out anyway so my way was smart enough.” He pointed out cockily. She scrunched her nose up but smiled at him as she walked away nonetheless. Killua didn’t hate Retz at all, she just got under his skin sometimes, so he smiled back. “Good game.” He offered, along with his hand. She shook it, smiling gratefully.

It was only when Retz walked away that Killua noticed the room was silent. That meant that it was probably just him and a Gon left. He didn’t even stop to consider that the other survivor might not be Gon. Gon was way too stubborn to let himself be taken out before he could fight Killua.

Killua put one hand on the large foam obstacle nearest to him, the other hand clutching his laser gun, and slowly turned the corner. He was near the back of the room and could therefore see more of the room than if he was in the middle, though the obstacles made it hard to see the majority of the room. Killua was about to step out from behind the wall when a hand grabbed his shoulder from behind and pushed him into the corner of the room.

He barely had time to look at Gons face, determined as ever, before slightly chapped lips were on his. His eyes widened and he stared incredulously at Gon’s face, closer than it had ever been, but Gons eyes were screwed shut. Killua felt like he should be completely freaking out, after all him and Gon were JUST FRIENDS, but all he could think was; ‘I’ve never noticed his freckles.’

A second later a second thought registered and it was ‘HOLY SHIT!’

Killua didn’t know what the fuck was going on, but Gons lips felt good and warm on his own, and that was enough for him to let his eyes flutter shut.

Gon went into kissing like he went into everything else. Passionately, selfishly, and intensely. His lips pushed against Killuas insistently, demanding all his attention. And boy did it work, because all Killua could focus on was Gons lips and his warm hands now settled on his hips, causing him to feel warm all over. What were they doing before this again? Killua couldn’t even remember, and didn’t really care to.

One of his hands dropped what it had been holding (whatever that had been) as he brought his hands up to cup his best friends face. Why hadn’t they done this sooner again?

Killua felt something wet brush his lips and he let out a gasp, lips parting as he did. He felt Gon probe his mouth with whatever it was. His tongue. Gons. Tongue. Was. In. Killuas. Mouth.

The thought of someone’s tongue going into his mouth had always grossed out Killua but nothing about this made him feel anything but overwhelming need for more. Gon groaned into his mouth, and the vibrations (and the sound itself) made Killua go weak at the knees. He wanted more of this. He wanted to kiss Gon for hours mo-

Gon pulled away. Killua whined at the loss of sensation and begrudgingly willed his eyes open, mouth open and panting. He probably had drool running down his chin. Gon was staring at him, eyes slightly lidded but incredibly happy looking. His lips were bruised and red from the impromptu make out session, though it was hard to tell with the green lighting. Wait. Green lighting? What were they doing here? He let his hands drop to his side.

Killua felt something press into his abdomen, though it was muffled by the bulky vest he was wearing. He heard a lightsaber be drawn and then a long beep. Wait. WAIT! Laser tag! So that must mean...

Gon smiled at him, looking way too pleased. Killua did not want to admit that the look was making him want to kiss Gon again, despite the fact that Gon had just used his soft lips and insanely good looks to cheat. Well, it wasn’t technically cheating, but it was the principle of the matter!

“Looks like I won.” Gon said. Killua could only nod, still out of breath from kinda sorta forgetting to breathe when he made out with his best friend. “That was a good game. We should do it again some time.”

Killua somehow didn’t think that Gon was talking about their game of laser tag. He just nodded again. Gon laughed and winked at him, before turning his back to him and walking away.

His mind was screaming and he could barely think. The only coherent thought Killua had was ‘What the fuck just happened.’

#killugon #killua #gon #I lied I do hate this #wh y #laser tag #my writing

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bleachanimefan1 · 5 years ago

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King And Queen Of The Pirates

Chapter One, The Adventure Begins! I'm Gonna Be King/Queen of the Pirates!

It was a peaceful and calm day on the seas. The sun was shinning high in the sky. The seagulls were flying overhead. However, there was a huge whirlpool in the ocean. Suddenly, a giant ship passed by and two sailors on the starboard side shivered at the sight of the whirlpool. Then the two of them heard a thump and looked down. Floating in the water, was a barrel. The two men blinked and looked at each other in confusion.

Brushing it off, the two men tried to hoist the barrel out of the water and onto the ship. Another sailor was on the mast, looking around until he spotted something. Another ship heading towards theirs. A pirate ship. It was pink with hearts on it's sails. The ship fired it's cannons at the other ship. "Alarm the captain! The ship's under attack!" Shouted the sailor on the mast. The two men had managed to pull the barrel onto the ship heard the sailor, dropped the barrel onto the deck, which rolled away. The sailors ran into the ship's ballroom.

"The ship's under attack by pirates!" Exclaimed the sailors.

Everyone screamed and started panicking and running around like a chicken with it's head cut off. However, one girl was not afraid. She had short, light orange hair and light brown eyes. As soon as she heard that there was another ship, she darted out of the room.

Suddenly, the doors busted open as it was kicked and the ballroom was filled with blood-thirsty, vicious looking pirates. They all smirked at the scared passengers. "Heh, don't worry. We ain't gonna kill ya. Though, we will take all the rare stuff you got here." snickered one of the pirates.

"Anyone who tries to resist will be spending the rest of their lives at the bottom of the ocean," A new voice shouted.

A large heavy set woman walked into the room. She had greasy looking hair and beady narrow eyes. On her head was a white cowgirl hat and was wielding a spiked mace in her hand. Everyone trembled, not moving a muscle. The orange haired girl watched from a far while she hid, with a light smile on her face. She tore off her dress and was now wearing a blue and white stripped shirt with black shorts and a bandanna tied to her head. She ran off the ship and jumped onto the other one, while everyone was distracted.

During the chaos, the barrel had rolled itself into the kitchen. The ship's kitchen doors open and a small timid looking boy walked into the room. He had light pink hair and grey eyes and was wearing blue glasses and a cabin boy's uniform. "Is anyone here?" The boy asked. He received no response. He sighed and started looking around the kitchen. Then he spotted a barrel.

"Wow, that's the biggest barrel I ever seen," He said to himself as he started to push the barrel. Suddenly, three pirates blocked his away as he did as they walked into the kitchen.

"Hey, Coby. You're not hiding from us, are ya?" One of the pirates asked. Coby began to sputter. His whole body began to tremble, terrified.

"N-n-n-n-o way, g-g-guys! I-I was just talking to this b-barrel I found back to the ship. It looks like it's full of s-sake." The three pirates smirked.

"Sake, huh? Why don't we inspect it to make sure. Are you with me, boys?" One of the pirates asked as he took the barrel.

"But Lady Alvida will kill us!" Shouted Coby. The other pirates smirked.

"We won't be killed as long as you keep your trap shut! Now quiet!" Snapped one of the pirates. Coby trembled. The biggest pirate cracked his knuckles. "Hold on, boys. Let me open this the old fashion way," He said as he raised his fist and threw them down onto the barrel.

"I SLEPT SOOO GRREATTT!!!"

Suddenly, the barrel's lid popped open as someone busted out of it and shot out, colliding his fist with the bigger pirates face, knocking him out. The other two pirates and Coby gasped as their mouth's dropped as they gaped at the boy in the barrel. The boy looked like he was seventeen. He had short black hair, light tan skin, and small beady onyx-black eyes. Under his left eye was a small scar. He wore a red vest with a light blue shorts which reached his knees, straw sandals, and resting on his head was a straw hat. He blinked before he looked around at his surroundings.

"Who's he?" He asked as he saw the pirate he knocked out on the floor. He looked and also saw the other two pirates and Coby. "Who the hell are you guys?" He asked.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!" shouted the other two pirates, angrily. The boy stepped out of the barrel.

"Your friend will catch a cold if he sleeping like that," He said.

"You're the one who knocked him out!!!" Shouted the other two pirates. One of them pulled out his sword. "Hold on. Are you playing with us, when you know we're vicious pirates!?" He demanded.

"I'm starved. Is there any food on this ship?" The boy asked Coby, ignoring the other pirates.

"I'm talking to you, brat!" Shouted the pirate as he and the other one raised their swords and slashed at the boy. Crack! Somehow, their swords broke in two. The two pirates stumbled back as they gaped in shock seeing that the boy was unharmed.

"What's wrong with you guys?" The boy asked.

"W-who are you? What are you?" Asked the pirates as they stared at the boy in horror. The boy brushed off the dirt off of his vest and smiled.

"Me? Oh, my name is Money D. Luffy! Hi!" Said Luffy as he grinned widely, showing his teeth. The pirates screamed in fear as they grabbed their knocked out comrade and ran out of the room, terrified.

"What...what just happened?" Asked Coby. Luffy shrugged his shoulders.

"Beats me." He said. Coby stood up.

"Quick! You gotta run! If they come back with their buddies, then you'll be killed on the spot!" He shouted. Luffy smiled.

"I don't care. Where's the food? I'm hungry." He said.

"How can you not care?! They are hundreds of them and they're willing to kill anybody!" Shouted Coby. Luffy wasn't listening. His nose twitched as he smelled a wonderful scent. He tried to walk towards the source while Coby was trying to hold him back. Luffy made it to the cellar and his eyes lit up.

"Food, hooray!" Luffy cheered. He ran around the room with his mouth drooling. Coby looked around making sure no one was coming as Luffy began to dig into a crate full of apples.

"Um...hi, my name is Coby. You're Luffy, right? It was really cool what you did back there." Said Coby as Luffy wolfed down the apples.

"These are so awesome." Luffy said as he wiped off the juice from his lips. He smiled. "I bet she would love some. I'd better save some for later." He thought as he stashed some in the pockets of his vest. "So, are we on a pirate ship or what?" Asked Luffy as he continued to eat.

"No. We are on a passenger ship that's being raided by pirates. Pirates under control of Lady Alvida." Coby said.

"Ah, I don't care about that. I just wanna know if there are any little boats on this ship," Luffy said.

"I think there might be a few," Coby said.

"Great! I need a new one 'cause my old one got sucked in by some whirlpool." Luffy said.

"You mean that huge one outside! And you survived?" Coby asked. Luffy smiled.

"Yep. You can say it was a great way to wake up after a long nap," He laughed. Coby smiled timidly. "So are you a pirate or a passenger?" Luffy asked. Coby looked down.

"Neither. I'm just some cabin boy. I was forced to be one because Lady Alvida's pirates captured me. They found out I was a great navigator, so, they let me live. That was two years ago." He confessed, sadly. Luffy stopped eating.

"You're pretty stupid, you know that?" He asked bluntly. Coby sunk his head.

"Gee, thanks for your honesty." He said, sarcastically.

"If you don't like it here so much, then leave," Said Luffy. Coby shook his head.

"No way! There's no way I can do that! I can't!" He yelled. Luffy smiled.

"Ha! You're stupid and cowardly. I hate people like you," He joked. Coby sulked then he smiled weakly.

"Heh, you're right. If I had any courage, I could sail away in a barrel and be free. I could live out my dream." He said. Luffy was quiet. "Oh, what about you, Luffy? What's the thing that drove you to sail on the seas?" Asked Coby. Luffy grinned.

"I'm gonna be King of the Pirates!" He exclaimed. Coby's mouth dropped.

"K-King? Are you serious?" He asked quietly with disbelief.

"Yep. You heard me," Luffy said, smiling.

"But-but that would mean you're a pirate too," Said Coby.

"That's right." Said Luffy.

"Your crew?" Asked Coby. Luffy shook his head.

"I don't have one yet, well, except for one,-"

Suddenly, the door slammed open and the two looked to see a girl standing there, sopping wet from head to toe as her clothes were completely drenched. Coby had to do a double take as his eyes darted back and forth at Luffy then back towards the girl. He saw that the girl was identical to Luffy. A twin in fact.

The only thing that was different, was that she had long black hair, which reach the middle of her back. Her skin was a lighter tone to her brother. It was a sickly pale white, which looked like she didn't go outside much. She was wearing a blue shirt with short sleeves and brown pants which reached down to her ankles and black sandals. What really draw his attention, was that she also had shimmering sea foam green eyes, instead dark black, like Luffy's. Then the girl narrowed her eyes as she glared at Luffy. She began to stalk over to them.

"Aya! You made it!" Luffy shouted happily.

"IDIOT!" Aya smacked Luffy hard on the back of his head with her fist.

Coby immediately backed away from the two, watching in fear. Aya grabbed Luffy by his shirt and began shaking him violently like a rag doll. "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW WORRIED I WAS?! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT I HAD TO GO THROUGH TO GET HERE?!"

"You're alive aren't ya?" Luffy groaned.

Aya repeatedly smacked him. "I had to swim across with sea infested sharks! Nearly drowned in the whirlpool! And almost died in a barrage of gunfire!!! All because of your stupidity!" She screamed.

"Love you too, sis," Luffy smiled and laughed. His face was now swollen and beaten up. He reached into his pocket and pulled out an apple holding it to Aya's face "Want one?" Asked Luffy. Aya blinked as she stared at the apple. She felt her stomach growl at the sight of it.

Aya rolled her eyes and sighed. She snatched the apple from his hand and dropped Luffy as she let go of his shirt. He slumped to the floor, rubbing his head. "This doesn't mean I'm letting you off easy," Aya murmured as she took a bite of the apple. "You're still in the dog house." Luffy smiled.

Then the girl noticed Coby cowering in the corner.

"And who the hell are you?" Aya asked. Coby jumped when she spoke to him.

"C-Coby," Coby sputtered, "Who are you?"

"I'm Aya, I'm this idiots sister," Aya said as she jerked her thumb at Luffy. "I'm gonna be Queen of the Pirates."

"Q-Queen?!" Coby sputtered.

"Geez, what a wimp," Aya said as she finished her apple and tossed the core away.

"So, you two are gonna be King and Queen of the Pirates. You're talking about gaining the treasure of fame, wealth, and power! The treasure you want is the One Piece!" Coby shouted. Luffy smiled.

"Yeah, you've got it all right," Luffy said.

"But, practically all the pirates in the world are looking for that treasure!" Coby yelled.

"Yeah, so?" Aya asked, shrugging.

"No way! There's no way you could survive them! They're ruthless and mean and they'll kill you right where you-oww!" Coby shouted as Aya and Luffy both punched him on the head. "Why did you hit me?" Coby asked as he rubbed his head.

"Cause I felt like it." The two twins said together.

"Ah well, I'm used to stuff like that. My shipmates bash me on the head all the time," Coby mumbled.

"It's not about if I can. I'm doing this because I want to," Luffy said. "My sister and I decided long ago that we wanted to be King and Queen of the Pirates. If we have to die fighting for that, then we die," said Luffy as he placed his hat on his head. Coby stood frozen in his spot.

"Well, I'm off. Now that my belly's full, I might as well get my new boat. I bet if I ask nice enough, they'll give me it," Luffy said as he and his sister began to walk out of the room.

"I never though about it like that. If I had that much courage, then do you think I could do it too?" asked Coby. Luffy and Aya turned to look at him.

"Do what?" asked Aya.

"Do you think...do you think I could ever join the Marines?" asked Coby. Luffy tilted his head.

"The Marines?" He asked.

"Y-yeah! Catching bad guys is the only thing I ever wanted to do! It's been my dream ever since I was a child! Do you think I could do it?" asked Coby. Luffy smiled and shrugged.

"I don't know. Do what you want to do." He said. Coby nodded.

"Ok, I will then! I won't be a cabin boy for the rest of my life! I'll leave and then become a Marine and then I can capture Alvida!" He shouted. Suddenly, the room started to shake then the ceiling came crashing down. As the dust settled, it was revealed to be Alvida.

"Who is it you're going to capture, Coby? You really think that these pieces of crap are going to help you!" Roared Alvida. Coby quivered at the sight of her. Alvida looked up and saw Luffy and Aya. "My guess is you're not Zoro, the pirate hunter, aren't you?" She asked Luffy.

"Zoro?" Luffy asked, tilting his head, blinking.

"Who's he?" Aya asked.

"Coby! Who is the most beautiful of all the seas!?" Demanded Alvida. Coby flinched and nervously looked around.

Aya leaned and whispered to Luffy "She's kidding, right?" She asked.

"w-w-w-well, um...I, um,"

"Hey, Coby, who's the old hag?" Luffy asked. A dead silence filled the room with Alvida's and Coby's mouth dropped open. Aya was laughing. Alvida grinded her teeth as many veins appeared, pulsing on her face.

"Don't you ever think before you speak?" Asked Aya, still laughing as she tried to catch her breath.

"What?" Luffy asked as he shrugged his shoulders. "She's huge! This lady's a bloated whale!" Aya lost it and keeled over in laughter.

"Luffy, shut up!" Coby shouted.

"YOU LITTLE RAT!!!" Shouted Alvida. She brings her mace down on top of Luffy, narrowly missing him as he dodged it. Luffy grabbed Aya's wrist and Coby's shoulder and jumped out of the cellar and on to the deck. He landed on his feet and smirked at Alvida's crew. Several men charged at them. Aya pushed Coby away as a pirate came at her with a sword. She dodged out of the way as she stepped to the side and the sword sliced in the air between her and Coby, missing them. Coby stared in wide eyes, with his knees shaking. Aya quickly kneed the pirate in the gut and he fell down and she kicked him on the back of his head, knocking him out. Coby scurried away as the pirate fell at his feet. Several pirates charged at Luffy but he managed to evade them. A pirate was sneaking up from behind, but Luffy dodged out of the way.

"How rude. Attacking from behind is cheating," Luffy said. He turned and saw more pirates glaring at him, with large swords. He blinked and started running. "Why is everyone ganging up on me?!" He shouted as the pirates were right behind him, chasing after him. Then Luffy grabbed onto a post and continued running. His arm began to stretch as he did. The pirates stopped, and watched in confusion then saw Luffy coming back towards them as he slingshot himself. They tried to run away but it was already to late. Luffy smirked. "Gum-Gum Rocket!" He shouted as he charged through the men. All of them were knocked out from the blow as they fell to the floor one by one. Alvida and Coby stared in shock and awe. Aya smiled. Luffy smiled and fixed his hat.

"L-Luffy, what are you?" Asked Coby.

Luffy smiled and pulled on the corners of his lips and stretched them. "I'm a rubber man," He said. Coby stared at him with disbelief while Alvida jumped onto the deck, shaking the boat. Coby trembled and he ran behind Luffy and Aya. Alvida glared at the two of them.

"So, you've eaten one of the legendary Devil Fruit, haven't you?" She asked. Luffy smiled and nodded.

"Yeah. It was the Gum-Gum one," He said.

"Ah, I've heard rumors that they existed. But I never seen evidence of them until today. You're very skilled for just a young man. Tell me, are you a bounty hunter or a Marine?" Asked Alvida.

"We're pirates." Said Aya.

"Pirates? By yourselves? How stupid are you?" Taunted Alvida.

"Who are you calling stupid, fatty?" Asked Aya. The veins on Alvida's face looked like they were about to pop as she glared at the girl, angrily.

"It's just us for now. But we're going to start building up a crew. Maybe ten or more guys in a week or two. I don't know yet," Luffy said, shrugging.

"Ha! Tell me, if we're both pirates, and we're not under the same flag," Alvida held up her mace. "That make's us both enemies, correct?" She asked.

"Luffy, Aya,..." Coby whispered. Luffy winked at him. Coby blinked before remembering Luffy's words. "My sister and I decided long ago that we wanted to become King and Queen of the Pirates. If we have to die fighting for that, the we die."

"Well, Coby? What is it you wanted to say?" Alvida asked, smugly. Coby blinked then he glared at Alvida.

"YOU'RE THE BIGGEST AND UGLIEST PIRATE OF ALL THE SEAS!" He shouted. Silence filled the whole ship as Alvida and her crew jaws dropped. Alvida looked even more madder than she did before. Luffy threw his head back laughing, really hard. Aya covered her mouth and snickered.

"What did you say?" Growled Alvida.

"I'm leaving and joining the Marines! And I'm going to lock away dirty pirates like you!" Shouted Coby.

"Do you have any idea what you're saying to me?" Alvida growled.

"I know what I said and I'll do what I want! I'll go to the Marines and I'll join them! And as soon as I do that, I'm gonna catch your fat ass first!" Shouted Coby. Alvida roared in anger and thrusted her mace at Coby. Coby froze in his spot.

"Spoken like a true Marine!" Shouted Luffy as he stood in front of Coby. The mace came down on his head. Alvida gave a shocked look, seeing that Luffy was unharmed. Luffy grinned. "That won't work. I'm made of rubber," He said in a sing-song voice. He threw his fist back and it stretched all the way into the sky. "Gummm-Gummm..." Luffy started as his fist came back. "PISTOL!" Shouted Luffy as his fist connected in Alvida's gut as he punched her, sending her flying. Aya smiled seeing Alvida sail off in the sky, drifting farther away. Coby and the crew stood with a dumbfound look on their faces.

"Hey!" The crew flinched when Luffy turned to them. "Go and find a boat and give it to Coby. He's leaving the ship and joining the Marines. Don't stop him alright?" He asked.

"Y-Yes!" The crew stuttered. Coby blinked before smiling.

"Thanks, Luffy, Aya," He stuttered. Luffy smiled. Suddenly, there were cannon balls being fired at the ship, landing near it. The ship tilted side to side as the rough waves hit against it. Luffy, Aya and Coby looked and saw a Marine ship a few feet away.

"Those are Marine boats." Said Coby.

"Sweet! What luck, huh? Let's say our hellos!" Said Luffy as he ran towards to where a group of boats were.

"Luffy, we'll get arrested on the spot! Think about it first!" Aya scolded.

"Wait up! We'll get captured if they spot us!" Shouted Coby as he followed after her. The three jumped into the boat and the boat went crashing into the water. Aya and Coby nearly fell overboard as it did. Coby clinged to Aya and she tried to get him off of her. As the two fought, Luffy noticed another boat next to theirs and saw the orange hair girl. Their eyes met each other briefly before the girl started paddling away, leaving them.

Luffy, Aya and Coby were now sailing in the middle of the ocean. "I can't believe we managed to escape." Coby said as he looked at the water.

"Yeah, what fun!" Luffy exclaimed as he laughed.

"Hey, you two. If you're searching for the elusive One Piece, that means you're heading for the Grand Line, right?" Coby asked. The two nodded. "You know, a lot of people call that place the Pirate's Graveyard." Coby said grimly.

"Yep. That's why we need a really strong crew. You guys were talking about some pirate hunter, right? What's he like?" asked Luffy.

"Yeah, who is he?" Aya asked.

"Oh, you mean Roronoa Zoro? Last time I heard, he was held prisoner at some Marine base." Coby said. Luffy looked a little disappointed.

"Oh, so a weakling, right?" He asked. Coby stood up and shook his head.

"No way! Roronoa Zoro is as vicious and violent as a demon and three times as horrifying! Wait, why are you asking about him anyway?" Coby asked. Luffy made a grin.

"I guess if he's strong as you say, he could be good enough to join my crew," He said.

"Yeah, he sounds like a bad ass!" Aya said, agreeing. Coby nearly fell out of the boat.

"You're kidding, right? He could kill you two with one strike," He said. Luffy shrugged.

"You never know. He might jump at the chance to join us," Luffy said.

"No way! He's one of the most wanted men ever! He's big and mean and-oww!" Shouted Coby as the two twins hit him on the head again.

"Why'd you hit me?"

"'Cause we felt like it." The two twins said together. Aya smirked. "Ow!" Luffy groaned, as he rubbed his arm as Aya punched him hard.

"Jinx!" She exclaimed.

While Luffy and Coby stared at the ocean, Aya leaned back and reached into pocket and pulled out a necklace with a round gold coin attached to it. She held up into the sky staring at it, twirling with her fingers. The coin had a skull in the center of it. "I wonder what the One Piece is?" She thought as she stared at the coin.

"What's that?" A voice called out to her.

Aya looked to see Coby looking at the coin. She sat up showing it to him. "I don't know. It's something I had ever since I was a baby." Aya said. Coby took it looking over the details of the coin, tracing his finger of the rough and detailed edges. "It's beautiful," Coby said as he stared.

"Yeah, it's great," Aya said sarcastically. "Can I have it back?" She asked holding her hand out.

"I'd give it back if I were you," Luffy laughed. "The last time I tried to look at it and wouldn't give it back. Aya tried to break my arm."

Coby yelped and immediately gave Aya back the coin. She took it and put it back into her pocket. The three of them sailed off heading towards the Marine base.

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yourdeepestfathoms · 5 years ago

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could you write something about maggie taking like. 4 more doses of her meds because she keeps forgetting that she already took some

anon is literally asking me to overdose Maggie lmao

TW: Emetophobia. Like- kinda vomiting? It’s not really throwing up, more like Maggie coughing up gross shit all over herself (how she gonna live that down)

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Maggie’s ADD sometimes made her confused. Very confused. And with that confusion comes forgetfulness, and with that forgetfulness comes taking too much Adderall. But she hadn’t been paying attention when she swallowed down the fourth pill she had taken that hour.

Naturally, the effects of this were not good.

There was a noon show that day, so the ladies in waiting had to get ready quickly so they would get to the theater on time to warm up. Maggie was feeling fine up until the performance started and she got really funky cramps in her stomach. They made her shift from foot to foot, fidgeting in her spot to try and ease the uncomfortable feeling throbbing in her abdomen.

It didn’t help.

During one of the parts where the band doesn’t play, Maggie slips her hand down behind her guitar to hold her aching middle. She gritted her teeth and shut her eyes, taking deep breaths in an attempt to soothe the sensation.

It still didn’t help.

Maggie began to not only get more fidgety, but also dizzy as the show dragged on. Things were starting to spin around slowly, colors and lights bleeding together like wet paint on a canvas. She tried to blink away the mishmash before her eyes, but it only got increasingly harder and harder to look at as time went on.

An eyesore was set out before her and she didn’t know what to do about it.

After intermission (which she spent pouring an entire water bottle on her face because she was really hot for some reason) she felt herself getting worse. The auditorium was whirling around her, but she was also starting to see things that weren’t there. Colorful figures all over the stage, shifting and and flickering and glitching out like the screen of an old TV. She blinked at them slowly, feeling the pain in her stomach subside into a warm, tingling sensation.

The figures glided weightlessly across the stage and Maggie turned her head to follow them everywhere they went. She was surprised she was even able to still play in her current state (her hands seemed to be the only things working properly).

Colors grew more gradient and sounds had more of an echo than they usually did. Bessie’s bass was vibrating in her skull, while she could feel the beat of Maria’s drums pulse in her bones. This feeling almost felt otherworldly. It was melting her brain, but was so enticing that she couldn’t snap herself out of it.

Euphoric. That’s almost how it felt.

The bass and drums in Get Down sent Maggie into a spiral so fast she began to feel a little nauseous. Cleves was a mere blur in her eyes when dancing around. The other queens were just masses of color that mashed together into one big mess. Watching them prance around made Maggie’s head start to hurt and she let out an unbidden whine from her weirdly dry throat. It was drowned out by all the noise, however.

Her senses became more alerted as time went on. Things got so bright and so loud and her costume didn’t feel right anymore. It was like a sensory overload, but without the shortness of breath.

Was she even breathing? Has she been breathing this whole time? She can’t remember...

A soft moan of discomfort escaped her lips and, this time, someone heard it.

Bessie looked over at the guitarist and was immediately filled with worry. The young musician’s face was leached of all color and her pupils were huge, like those of a cat seeing feet move under a blanket. She was staring blankly at the curtains, rigid in her spot while her hands white-knuckled her guitar. Bessie reached over and gently nudged her side.

“You okay, kiddo?” She whispered, careful not to talk too loudly so she wouldn’t interrupt the current scene.

Maggie, very slowly, craned her head around and blinked at Bessie. She was staring at the bassist as if she were an alien from outer space, like they had never even met before. Then, she nodded slightly.

Bessie realizes she isn’t even looking at her, rather at something just behind her.

All You Wanna Do starts and Bessie is forced to turn her attention away. She caught sight of Maria, who was looking at Maggie with concerned eyes. She seemed to have noticed, too. They would need to talk to the young musician after the show.

Maggie could feel herself dissociating out of control. At this point, she didn’t even know what Katherine was saying or singing, and she could barely keep up with her movements with how blurry her vision has gotten. The song was too much, too.

One hand stopped strumming all together, rather just grabbing onto of the strings like they were the only thing keep her together. Without the guitar playing, an obvious shift in the music was created and some of the queens looked back in confusion. Stagehands and other backstage workers in the wings were just as clueless when one member of the band just stopped doing her job.

Maggie stood there for a few seconds as Katherine tried to continue like nothing was going on. Then, she swayed, staggered, and collapsed, hitting the ground with a loud THUD as her body body crashes down on top of her guitar.

Maria abandoned her instrument first. She practically leapt over her drums to get to the fallen girl, with Bessie and soon Joan close on her heels.

It’s taken them this long to realize that someone wearing all black under stage lights should not be shaking this badly.

The audience was an uproar of murmurs and gasps as the queens stared in shock. Anne and Jane darted over, quickly followed by the others. The curtains started to finally close, shielding the sight from the onlookers.

“Maggie, Maggie,” Maria tried saying, cradling the girl’s body in her lap, “Kid, can you hear me?”

For a moment, Maggie’s eyes flutter open, but they’re upturned in the sockets, pupils still way too wide. Her entire body shudders violently in Maria’s arms, chest jerking unnaturally with each stifled, ragged breath she drew.

It was terrifying.

Bessie gently felt the girl’s cheeks and then forehead with the back of her hands, wincing at how hot the skin was.

“She’s burning up.” She said.

“Could it be heat exhaustion?” Aragon spoke up, “She is wearing all black.”

“Small kid,” Cleves nodded, “Maybe couldn’t take the heat from the lights?”

At that, Katherine jumped up and ran offstage, quickly returning with a water bottle.

“I knew these costumes were a mistake,” Joan spat. “I can’t wait to rain hellfire on the fucking costume desi-“

Her threat was cut off by a horrible choking-gag sound that could probably be heard throughout the entire theater.

Maria had been trying to get some water into Maggie’s system, which caused her to cough it back up all over herself. The young musician rolled to the side, wheezing and sputtering up the water and other fluids. When she collapsed over again, her mouth, chin, and chest were covered in saliva, drool, and foam created from bile that had managed to worm its way up she throat.

The good news was that she was at least awake.

“Someone call 999!” Bessie yelled. She instantly turned her attention back to Maggie, who was whimpering and clawing at her stomach. Each breath she took came out as a gasp that wouldn’t be able to satisfy her lungs for long.

“You’re going to be okay, darling,” The bassist murmured in the voice she used to calm Maggie down. “Just keep breathing.”

Joan moves closer and untangles the guitar weighing down on Maggie’s shivering body. She sets it aside and then places a comforting hand on the girl’s thigh, letting her know she was there.

Maggie’s glossy eyes went from Maria to Joan to Bessie and then back to Maria. She took in a strangled breath, only for more fluids to fill her mouth, so she locked her jaw to keep from making even more of a mess. Maria ended up having to stick three fingers into Maggie’s mouth to get her to open up so she wouldn’t choke. The drummer wasn’t phased at all by what she did, too concerned with the well being of Maggie to be grossed out by anything.

Maggie’s knees curled upwards a little when she coughs, splattering the liquids in her mouth all over her face and neck. Her eyes became wide and she took ragged, heavy breaths when her throat was mostly unclogged, but it wouldn’t stay like that for long. She looked up when a gentle hand glided through her hair.

“Just like that,” Bessie said. “Breathe, darling. Breathe.”

Maggie did as instructed, leaning her head into the bassist’s touch.

“That’s a good girl,” Bessie cooed, “Very good.”

Joan moves again, this time to take one of Maggie’s hands. She squeezed comfortingly, and the young musician looks over at her with glassy baby deer eyes. It makes all of the ladies in waiting’s heart pinch.

Distant sirens from outside sounded like they were blasting right in Maggie’s ears. She keened in pain, kicking her legs down and digging her heels into the floor. She digs herself further against Maria’s stomach, panting wildly. Hands start to hold her down and she slaps her own around desperately for something to ground herself. She settles for Bessie’s sleeve and clung to that with a death grip. It was the only thing keeping her from losing it, other than Maria running her fingers through her hair. The touch was soothing and gave her a sense of comfort, despite the loud noises and pain in her stomach.

The paramedics bursting through the curtains was a complete blur. Maggie just remembered leaving Maria’s warmth and Joan’s touch and Bessie’s tender presence. All at once, she loses herself and burns out completely.

After that, nothing. She blacks out reaching and whining for her family.

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