#guess what? you're not gonna get free tickets to see her

[lucreziaces]

i'm sorry tiktok needs to die. the entire "become viral" mentality needs to fucking die. immediately. stalking taylor at work and then showing up at her house and waiting outside with phones pointed at her car as she pulls into her garage is beyond disgusting and disrespectful.

[goldsbitch]

That second flight

part 4 to That one Christmas flight

summary: What happens when people stop lying to themselves? Sometimes, you get a good night out of it.

warnings: cheesy af, swear words and alcohoI guess, cliche probably, typos most definitely

Do not fuck it up, do not fuck it up, do not fuck this up.

Hey you? What kind of a message even is that? Ugh. She ruined it. Now she will have to move away and start her life again.

The weather forecast predicted high levels of overreacting for today.

He must have liked the cool girl vibe she somehow gave of on the plane. Y/N prayed for the gods of cool vibes to bless her again.

Lando was just about to start an interview for Sky Sports when he received her message. He imagined this was how it felt to win a podium. On the top of the world. He gave an absolutely charismatic, energetic and funny interview. One that would surely create lots of gifs on the socials. PR manager even high-fived him when they finished. To be honest, he could not wait for a moment of solitude so that he could reply.

"hey" he started. "so I broke the rule, ups" Her reply came instantly.

"I've noticed. But then again, you radiate speeding tickets vibe from miles away. So no surprise."

He smiled, well aware of how efficient the Italian ticketing was running.

"paid one last week, so you got me there" "so, how's your cool student life going?"

"Trying gain some wisdom, as people just feel free to call me dumb on social media these days."

"compliments come in a variety of forms, don't discriminate"

From now on, there was no way back.

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The next few days consisted of constant texting. Joking around, sending pictures capturing their daily life - both of them keeping in secret that lots of the information shared was nothing new. They were careful, somewhat distancing themselves from any real deep topics. But, days felt like blur, waiting for the next text to come and somehow managing to live the real life in between that. Y/N stayed in most evenings, almost making her friends concerned.

It did not take long enough for famously patient Lando to getting sick of it. They had a week between the next three week round of races. It was now or never. He missed one chance by being mr. mysterious, so mr. direct it was now.

"so, lady. what are you doing this weekend?" he asked out of the blue.

"I dunno. Probably studying, I guess."

"well, you're smart enough, you can skip that. let's meet up."

Y/N pretended to herself that she was second guessing. She headed out, to the bar where her friends were hanging out before they planned on heading to some faculty party. She felt joining them suddenly. Sat quietly, listening to their usual chit chat. Her charade lasted about seven minutes.

"Yes. Let's." she texted and threw her phone deep down to her bag. She was nervous, heart racing and mind quite not catching up yet.

"I need to tell you guys something," she interrupted them and almost demanded immediate attention. Questioning looks followed. "Uh, so I met this guy on a plane. And I'm gonna see him again this weekend."

Saying it like that, she realized that it was all kind of real and that she probably could not explain it in words how bizzare it all felt.

"Aw, that's cute! Tell us more!" Teresa clapped excitedly, the whole weird vibe surrounding her friend making more sense now.

Y/N expected her friends to be more shocked. "Um, yeah. It's just this guy. I don't really know how it's gonna happen, but yeah."

"Is he coming here? Can we meet him?"

Y/N kept the information that they already did to herself. Just in case she is left stranded alone and disappointed.

"I don't...I don't know actually. Yeah."

"We will do as we always do - sharing location and staying by if needed, honey."

Y/N missed a text notification. "great. i'll fly you out to somewhere where we can be alone, not to sound too creepy."

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She landed an hour after him. Lando sent a picture of him waiting at the airport cafe.

He booked the best hotel room he could find. Well, technically he booked two rooms. Just in case she wanted to keep her distance or if by any chance he fucked up so royally, that she would refuse to share space with him. At least, he could walk away from this like a gentleman.

Since she last him, she forgot just how hot this guy was in person. Seeing him, sitting casually sipping coffee and glued to him phone, she took a moment to study him. It was as if he was tailored specifically to her taste. His clothes covering his godlike body, not too muscular but enough for the sight of his arms sending her to different dimension. The origin of her audacity she had to be the first one to talk to him on the plane was unknown to her. There was no more panic left in her body, as she had done nothing but panicking the whole flight.

She walked and sat opposite to him.

"Hey," he smiled.

"Hey yourself," she replied. There was a moment of awkward silence. Turns out there was a bit of panic left in Y/N after all. Last week she though she'd never see this guy. And now she was staring in his eyes.

"Do you want some coffee?," he asked innocently. He looked her up and down, excited to see her. All of his worries he refused to acknowledge were gone. After all, she got up and flew here just to hang out with him. The reality of this filled him with confidence.

"Yes. A small tiny espresso with no milk."

"Great. Let's grab that and hit the road."

Lando's car might have as well run on butterflies alone present in his vehicle. There was absolutely no way for him to drive some random rental car, so he called up McLaren people to provide him one for the night. It came up in the same conversation when he requested personal time off. Both things came to a certain level of surprise, as he had never done this before. Y/N knew she had to work on a group project for one of her minor classes. Just like him, she had done something she would not have dared - and completely ghosted her group for this weekend.

"You look nice, btw," he commented casually.

"Well yeah, when you're not on an overnight flight across half of the world wearing airport attire, it makes thing easier."

"Hm, I would say sweatpants have some magic to them."

It was hard for Y/N to get the image of him out of her head.

"So, where is my lovely kidnapper taking me?"

They discussed prior to this that the vibe they would like out of this was a casual dinner and then finding the shittiest club possible and have some fun, trying to remain as private as possible yet within the vicinity of the small Italian city.

"My assistant found this lovely little place in the centre. Don't get mad, but I had him completely book it out. You know, the privacy thing," he said with more insecurity than one would expect.

Y/N picked up on that and tried to lighten up the mood. It seemed a bit excessive to do that, but he probably knew what he was doing.

"Your assistant," she gagged over dramatically. "Jesus, am I not worth enough for you to google on your own? Mr. Busy man. Was he also the one who found me online them?" she joked?

"I'm sure I'd have to hire a special person to that if I planned on outsourcing it."

"Creep."

"You love it."

And she did.

He parked in front of the restaurant, without a care for the world.

"So you're telling me we're making a big deal about keeping a secret that you're here, yet you decide to park like a proper asshole?" she remarked while he opened the door for her. Jokes were making her focus on something else than the fact she was falling for him too hard.

"Oh, you're going absolutely hate my plan," he laughed as they were entering the full on empty restaurant.

"Wow, look at that. I invited all my friends!" he whispered to her ear before addressing the owner.

"Hello, you must be Dario?"

This Dario person smiled brightly at him. "Ah, mister Papaya!" Lando nodded and Y/N rolled her eyes. Dario then started speaking Italian without a care of the world. Language wise deaf Lando did not count for the fact people just did not speak English in this part of Italy. A tiny crack in his plan. What was he suppose to do, call Carlos? But, Y/N having spend a good year or two studying there was there to ease the situation. She whipped out her B1 Italian and greeted the man. Dario's happiness filled up the room.

He seated them and immediately brought local red wine and giving a long talk about where this wine was from and how his grandma used to pick up the grapes herself and how the notes did this and that. Y/N tried to translate at the beginning, but Dario looked like was ready to give a TED talk. She started to loose the grasp of the story, which Lando observed. And like good gentleman he helped her out. No, of course not, when he saw her getting lost, he put on a super interested face and asked about seven follow up questions. Y/N was super annoyed. The kind of annoyed that creates a smile on your face.

When this showdown finally ended, Y/N nearly gulped the wine down. "So rude, Dario just said, you're suppose to sit it and let it roll," said Lando and with too much affect sipped his wine. "Aah," he took a deep breath and the bit his tongue. Y/N stuck her tongue out completely like a five year old child. "Yes, I can your red tongue, that's also one of the reasons why you sip it."

They sat, talked and laughed. He seemed genuinely interested when she blabbed a little bit too long about her latest projects. And then he asked her for a feedback on his latest merch, which by sheer coincidence included lots of photos of him. It was hard to admit how much he enjoyed the idea of her looking at him.

"So, um. I'm not sure I understood Dario correctly. But it looks like he insists on getting us the local speciality," she said hesistantly.

"Well, only if his grandma would approve. But why is this strange look on your face?"

"I must have gotten it wrong. Because burnt pasta just sounds wrong. If I wanted that, I could have stayed and have my roommate cook for us."

"Hm, that is an interesting idea." Lando pretended he did not know her roommate's name.

Once Darion brought out the burnt pasta, the couple had a hard time not to laugh.

"When in Rome...well not in Rome, but you get the idea."

"Why is this good?" Y/N proclaimed with her mouth full to the limit.

Lando laughed. "Ah, we have a lady at the table, I see. I mean yeah, I am not supposed to be having pasta now, but this is so weirdly good."

They finished their strange pasta and the bottle of wine. Said goodbye to Dario, Y/N tried not to think on how much it cost to close a restaurant down.

"Wait, what are we going to do about the car? We can't drive now."

"Not to sound like a complete asshole, but I'd like we remove the WE from any sentence including driving now at the beginning, if that is ok. And like I said at the beginning, you're gonna hate this."

"Go on, Lando boy. Tell me."

"Yeah, the car was provided by my employer. And they really need me, so I'm just going to leave the car here to get towed and inform them later."

"Jesus, why!"

"Well, I figured we'll get a taxi in the morning. I want to enjoy all the time I have with you. Dealing with the car is not on the menu today."

There was nothing for Y/N to reply. She was having too much fun to be thinking.

They found what seemed to be the shittiest bar playing 80's and 90's songs, weirdly colored lights swinging out of the rhythm and with people there consisting of old papas and few probably underaged kids. They brought their own wine bottle from Dario, Lando paid 100 euro for two glasses and for the bartender leaving them alone. It did not take long for Y/N to break out to the dance floor. Lando watched her clumsy yet somehow elegant moves for a moment, before he joined her. They danced, as if they were the only people there, laughing and completely ignoring the looks they were getting. And to the tones of remix of Brother Louis, they kissed again. And this time, they kept kissing until late hours, hand roaming around each other, as if they were two teenagers making out for the first time.

part 5

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[pablitogavii]

Could you write one Gavi fic where he's talking to her through social media, just as friends, but he starts to develop feelings for her, his agent finds out and gets really worried about his career if he gets in a relationship, so he "makes" Gavi's mind to get away from the reader (she has abandonment and rejection issues) without a proper explanation, he excuses saying that the reader wants his money and whatever. But some months after the reader moves to Seville and gets really close to Aurora (she knows Aurora is Gavi's sister but Aurora doesn't know her), and one day Aurora takes her to a barca match, and Gavi tries to make up to her?

I guess I'm back y'all lol! I like this idea very much!

y.n.bebe

New York, USA

I think I like this little life...happy birthday to me hehe

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brimccormix: happy birthday bebsss

y.n.bebe: thank you gorgeous girl💗

stacymiggs: princesaaa

y.n.bebe: nooo youuu!🥺

brianfereda: happy birthday!

y.n.bebe: thank youu!

pablogavi: pretty girl

y.n.bebe: ��

When you saw that THE Pablo Gavi called you "pretty girl" for the whole world to see, you couldn't stop staring at that comment for the next two weeks.

Your friends went crazy calling you lucky, and pushing you to send him a message but you were obviously too shy to do that. Besides, who knows how many "pretty girls" he's talking to on the internet.

Meanwhile, Gavi spent all of his free time and training brakes going through your posts and smiling like an idiot at your cute face on his phone screen.

When you first popped up on his screen, he just had to reach out and pray you don't find it cocky on his part. You were just so pretty...

"Sempre con esa nena, cabrón! Dale! Enviale un mensaje!"Pedri hit Gavi's head making him groan and finally get the balls to slide into your DMs. He said a simple "hey pretty girl" before leaving his phone in the locker room to join his teammates.

pablogavi: hey, pretty girl

y.n.bebe: hey😊

And ever since that night, you've started texting, face timing and chatting non stop. You haven't told anyone about it, not wanting to make a drama over something so new and also not wanting him to think fame is what you're after because it's not.

"I'm so tired, nena" Pablo groaned while laying in bed and face timing you as you did your math homework diligently.

"Then go to bed, tonto!" you giggle and he just stayed quiet staring at your face until you looked back at the phone screen and blushed at how intense his gaze was.

"Me gusta cuando hablas Español conmigo, bebé" he smirked making you blush bright red and roll your eyes pretending to be annoyed.

"When do you have training in the morning?" you ask while he yawns.

"Five am" he answers and you open your eyes wide really looking up to him being so diligent about his career.

"Then you really should get some sleep, and we can talk tomorrow again hm?" you ask not really wanting to end the call but also wanting him to get his rest. He always loved how selfless you are and how much you took care of him. It really warmed his hearts.

"I hate it that you're so far! I swear I'm gonna travel to New York and kidnap you and bring you back to Barcelona with me ... and never let you go ..." he said sleepily and you felt your heart jumping thinking about the possibility.

"Hm and if you get bored of me?" you smile and he shakes his head still staring intently at you in the eyes.

"Impossible, my pretty girl..." he said and you smile remembering the very first time you read those words on the screen.

Pablo Gavi was a man of his words, and since that conversation he promised himself that he will surprise you with a travel to Barcelona really soon. He planed everything and mailed you a ticket during his two week vacation.

He still remembers the nerves while standing at the airport waiting at your gate to see your pretty face finally in person. The moment you walked out he recognized you...he couldn't forget the pretty face he stared at through the screen for past four months just now it was real.

"Hi, pretty girl..." he said again and you jumped into his eyes smiling wide and holding onto him tightly. You couldn't believe this was real yet. It just felt like a dream.

"Ready to explore Barcelona conmigo huh?" he said and you smiled and taking his hand nodding and walking to him car with your baggage.

Days passed so quickly and everything was PERFECT. Ice cream dates, walks on the beach, coffee shops and all the infamous tourist attractions...you were falling in love with this city...and you were also falling in love with this boy.

Day before your flight home, Pablo took you to a football game for the Juvenil and you were excited to watch it with him knowing it was his passion.

"So what do you think?" you show him your Barça jersey and he so badly wanted to ask you to wear one with his name on the back but how could he? He still didn't have the balls to ask you to be his official girlfriend!

y.n.bebe

Barcelona, Spain

it's so pretty here 🥺😊

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comments:

pablogavi: pretty girl in barcelona 😍

y.n.bebe: hehe😊

brimccormix: girl!!?? spill the TEA!

y.n.bebe: what tea???

lucasmith: looks like someone stole my crush!

y.n.bebe: 😂

"Next time I come, I want to watch you play..." you said while the two of you sat sadly on the airport waiting for your boarding.

"Y/n..." he said looking down as you looked up

"Hm?" you say feeling your heart beating fast from how close your lips were to each other.

"Don't go..."he said and you swore your heart broke when you saw his pleading eyes. Neither of you wanted this distance...it was so unfair but there was nothing you could do about it now.

"Pablo we're friends now and you can visit me in New York..." you said but before you could finish his lips were smashed onto yours to shut you up and you closed your eyes enjoying the sweet sensation of his cold minty lips on your.

"Do you want to be my girlfriend, pretty girl?" he said and in that moment all your past insecurities and abandonment issues returned yelling inside your head. What if you get attached and he disappears like other did? You were so scared but looking at him it was impossible not to agree!

"Yes! I do Pablo..." you say and he kissed you again until they called for your flight to start boarding in five minutes.

[the-kr8tor]

hi ! could you write about Hobie on his first date with Reader?

I have two scenarios in mind, you can write both of them or the one you like the most but here goes the idea: 1) Hobie ask out his crush (a fashion designer Reader) but he goes late bc of his Spidey duties 2) Reader ask Hobie out on a date and things became sort of funny and romantic romcom

pd: i love ur writing <3

Thank you for requesting, angel! I chose the latter one, hope you like it ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Shy! Reader/ Spider-Punk x Shy! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, spidey! Reader, FLUFF.

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Your hands are clammy, you're holding the precious tickets in your hands with a grip, but still cautious enough not to crumple it. Good thing the gloves of your suit protects the paper from your nervous sweats, you check the tickets again for the umpteenth time. The band's name is written in bold letters, the ink still legible despite the moisture from your trembling hands.

You made sure that Hobie actually likes and listens to this band, asking his friends just to make sure you got the right concert ticket. Sure, you don't exactly know everything about him, but that's exactly why you're asking him out, get to know the man (better) you've been crushing on since you've met him.

You exhale, eyes zeroing on Hobie, heart pounding in your chest. Your friends' encouraging words pushing you to finally ask him out. Looking to the side, you see the trio giving you a thumbs up, casually leaning against the walls of the society's lobby. Gwen gestures for you to remember to breathe, Pavitr's giving you his best smile, hair bobbing up and down from his excited nodding, Miles gives you a look– you can do this, he mouths out.

You make a sound from the back of your throat, swallowing it down. Once Hobie sees you walking towards him, he smiles, eyes landing over to your slouched posture.

Nope, you turn back around, making your friends groan and gesture for you to go back. Hobie catches sight of the three, they try to act normal, pav's casually whistling (or trying to at least) instead of a whistling sound, air comes out of his pursed lips. Gwen grabs Miles by his shoulder faking a conversation, her hands dramatically move around, while Miles nervously chuckles, he can't help his eyes moving back to Hobie walking to catch up to you. Hobie puts two and two together.

You walk faster, this was a mistake. Hobie catches up to you in no time, you curse his long legs that's perfect for long strides. He taps your shoulder, you look at him with wide eyes. You two finally stop in the middle of the hustle and bustle of the spider society.

"What do you have there?" He tilts his head, trying to peek at the item clutched in your hands.

"Nothin'" you try to hide it, covering it with your hand.

"It's got you all nervous, definitely not nothing"

You bite your lip, it's now or never. "They're concert tickets" you show it to him.

"For who?" He acts oblivious, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Hobie can't help teasing you with how endearing you look right now. He's gonna say yes to you anyway. He waits for you to say it, encouraging you by looping his pinky finger with yours, you perk up at the contact, mouth agape. "Love?"

You melt when his pinky massages yours "for you" you say meekly, looking at him through your lashes. You hear a faint 'let's go!' From somewhere followed by someone shushing them. You move your head towards the distraction, Hobie brings your attention back to him by blocking your view with his smug face. You gasp, jumping a bit.

"What was that again? I didn't catch it" his smirk gets bigger, turning into a full fledged grin.

You clear your throat, pushing away your shyness "it's for you" pushing the tickets on his free hand, Hobie doesn't look at the tickets, instead he stares at you proudly.

"There's two, I'm guessing you're coming with?" His pinky unhooks from yours, exchanging it with his whole hand, fingers curling around yours, locking you in place. You squeeze his hand, your new found bravery helps you make eye contact.

"I was hoping to" you smile shyly, squeezing his hand again. Hobie hears a giggle from somewhere.

"I want you to"

"You sure?"

"Absolutely–" He finally looks at the tickets, he stops in his tracks, eyes widening.

"You okay?" Your heart races again, eyes rapidly moving towards the trio for insight. Gwen shrugs, the two are too busy jumping for joy, hands over each other's shoulders, looking like their favorite team won.

"These are–" Hobie looks at your concerned face, he doesn't have the heart to tell you, but he decides you need to know or else you both wouldn't have a lot of fun for your first date together (he really wants to make it work) so he softens the blow for you, "they're a Metal band"

This is your canon event. You shrink, wishing the go home machine would just grab you and fling you back home.

You must've looked utterly defeated, Hobie gingerly grabs the back of your neck, thumb rubbing small comforting circles over your skin.

"It's alright though, I like their music" he tries to reassure you, but you can see that he's being nice.

"I can refund it" You say softly.

"D' you want to? I thought you like this band" He fans the tickets over to your warm face.

"I thought you liked them," you sigh.

"I've got a better idea, yeah?" Hobie rubs a comforting hand over your arm. "Something we both like doing, I want you to have fun on our date too"

Our date, his words ring in your ears, heart pounding loudly in your chest "our date" you accidentally say it out loud, mouth clamping shut in embarrassment.

"Yeah, we're goin' on a date" he says, a large grin on his lips. Hobie loops his arm over your shoulder, telling you his plans. You listen, a wide smile over your lips. You walk further into hq, excitedly chatting away, faintly hearing someone clapping behind you.

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

The Prisoner: Part Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst

Summary: Now that Charlie is out of the way, you're getting your kids whether they want it or not. You're not asking this time. If they don't hand them over by sundown, Y/N won't be coming for them. The Scarlet Witch will, and they won't like what happens if she does.

Season Ten Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

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When the sheriff gives up their location, that's where Dean heads to next. He has to get this done before the sun goes down because that's when you're going to come back demanding to see your kids. He has to get this done before then. I hope Sam comes up with a plan because I'm not sure I'm ready to take her on. He's gonna have to be when you realize he's not going to hand over his children.

Dean drives over to the Styne's mansion where there are guards patrolling the outside. He sneaks up behind one of the guards and jumps onto his back, stabbing him in the neck. The man falls to the ground and Dean quickly moves on. There are two guards near the front door, and Dean sneaks up behind one of them. He has a gun with a silencer on it pointed at his back. The second guard turns and sees the first one with his hands raised in defense mode.

Dean points the gun at the second guard, shooting him in the head before taking the same gun and shooting the one right in front of him in the back, three times. He pushes him down to the ground before opening the front door. Old jazz music can be heard throughout the house but Dean doesn't see anyone just yet. Dean takes ten steps inside when all the lights come on, and at least a dozen men come out with their guns pointed at Dean. He's not stupid enough to try and take them all at once.

Monroe walks down the winding staircase with a smirk on his face.

"Dean Winchester." Eli appears behind Dean and places a bag over his head. Dean struggles for air but is quickly knocked down. "Welcome to my humble abode."

Dean is then taken to the basement and tied to a hospital table that one would find in an OR. Dean isn't down for long since the Mark wants him to fight. When Dean comes to, Monroe is looking down on him with a smile. The room is filled with medical equipment, a nurse, Monroe, and Eli.

"Morning, Sunshine. Monroe Styne. Pleasure."

"Ditto. I'd shake your hand, but uh..."

"Well I have to say, I am impressed with the way you charged in here, all guns blazin'. I'd buy tickets to that show. You didn't think that was actually gonna work, did you?" Monroe chuckles.

"Usually does."

"Then I guess you know what comes next."

"You're gonna play Operation."

"It's my favorite game," he grins.

"You don't want to do this. Trust me."

"Oh, son, we are well past the bargaining stage."

"No, I mean the Mark on my arm means that I can't die. I'm not bargaining. If you flatline me, I will come back but I'll come back with black eyes, and then you'll all die."

"If we'll let you go, then what?" Eli says, leaning over Dean's head to look at him. "You'll just mosey on down the road?"

"No, but I will be human so maybe a few of you live. Maybe," he smirks.

"You make a compelling case, and I hope you're right because a man that doesn't die, well now that is a perfect lab rat." Eli grabs a rag and shoves it inside Dean's mouth to gag him and keep him quiet. "Alright. Let's crack this piñata."

Monroe takes a scalpel and moves over Dean to make the first cut but Dean's eyes flash blue. He uses his magic and strength to break free of one of his restaurants and he grabs Monroe's arm. He headbutts him and grabs a knife from the operating table. Eli jumps into action but Dean slices his neck without even thinking. He uses the same knife on his other restraint so he's not free from the table.

The nurse grabs a syringe and runs at Dean but he blasts her into the wall with blue magic. Her head cracks on the wall, leaving behind a bloody trail as she slides down it. He gets off the table and marches right over to Monroe who is inches away from the elevator. Dean grabs him and puts him in a chokehold so that Monroe can't escape.

"You might not have done it directly but you took someone from me. Now I'm gonna take everything from you."

"It's too late. Your home... your family... they... will..."

Monroe struggles to breathe and get out words but Dean is done with him. He snaps his neck with your magic before letting him drop to the floor. Dean yanks off the gag and grabs the gun Monroe is keeping in his jacket pocket. Rage and pure fury clouds over his eyes as he heads up the stairs to kill every single last one of the Stynes, and he does so without blinking. Once he kills everyone in the Styne family, he makes his way back to the Bunker. One of them so graciously told him that Cryus, Roscoe, and Eldon were in the Bunker looking for him. What kind of man would he be if he didn't show up and meet them?

Dean returns to the Bunker and sneaks inside. All three men have overturned the Bunker and made a mess in almost all the rooms. He takes out the biggest one--the muscle of the group. He easily stabs him in the back and shoves him toward the library where the other two are. He falls into the wooden archway before falling to the ground, showing that he was stabbed in the back.

"Roscoe?"

If Roscoe is the one Dean just killed then Eldon and Cyrus are the other two. Dean walks into the library covered in blood--the blood of their family.

"Well, there he is. I hope you brought marshmallows," Eldon smirks.

"I've been looking for you."

"Oh yeah? Why is that? Oh, wait. You're not still sore about, um, what's her name?"

"Charlie." His voice is deadly calm. "Her name was Charlie. So, are we going to do this?"

"Straight to it, then. I respect that. See, you got lucky before. This time, I'm sporting some new upgrades. See my old man—"

"Your old man's dead. They're all dead. So, you can save me the speech on the three hearts, the two spleens, and the seven nipples, but even with all that, you still only have one brain."

"So?"

Dean takes out his gun and quickly shoots Eldon in the head, Cyrus covers his ears and lowers his head, scared of Dean. Eldon drops to the floor and Dean moves his gun to Cyrus.

"No, no, no, no, no," he panics and raises his hands. "Don't!"

"Why not? You're one of them."

"No, I'm not." His voice shakes. "Okay, I hate my family! See, look!" He pulls up his shirt to show smooth skin and no stitches. "No stitches! I'm not like them, I promise."

"Oh, you are like them. There's bad in you. It's in your blood. Now you can deny it and you can run from it all you want, but that bad will always win."

Cyrus shakes his head and cries silently.

"I'll do anything you want. Okay, please. You don't need to do this." He cries audibly. "Please."

"Yeah, I do."

Dean shoots Cryus in the head and watches as he falls to the ground, dead. Seconds later Cas and Sam come rushing into the library.

"Dean?"

"They're all dead. Every single one of them," he wipes the blood from his face and turns to Sam and Cas, "and I don't feel any better. Please tell me you cracked the book." Sam opens his mouth but Dean raises his hand to stop him. "I'm fine, Sam. I didn't go overboard. This was for Charlie. I did it for her."

"Fine." Sam has bigger fish to fry than to worry about who Dean killed. "Rowena is working on the book."

"Great. That's just fucking awesome!" Dean runs his hands through his hair. "It's almost sundown! Y/N is coming over here and we don't have my kids. She's going to kill us."

"No, I have a plan. It's only going to work if you listen to me."

Sam tells both Dean and Cas the plan. Cas is weary but Dean is immediately on board. This is what he's been practicing for. This is it. There is no more stalling. Right at sundown, you walk through the meal doors and down the metal staircase. You look at Sam and Dean who are standing in the archway between the war room and the library. You look at the piles of books and the three dead bodies inside.

"Whoa, what happened here? Did someone get a little angry?" Sam and Dean don't say a word. You look around the room in confusion. "I don't see them."

"They're not here."

"You two have no idea just how reasonable I have been."

"Yeah. Killing Charlie, killing Claire, betraying us more than once... I don't exactly call that being reasonable," Dean glares.

"What I have done was... mercy. In spite of your hypocrisies and insults, I have told you to simply get out of my way. You have exhausted my patience, but I do hope you understand that even now, what's about to happen... This is me... being... reasonable."

Sam and Dean raise their guns and fire at you but you fling the bullets away so they land in the walls instead of in you. You lift both of them with your magic and slam them into the wall, keeping them there so they can't move. Cas walks into the war room through the entrance on the left and uses his power to blast you away. You topple over the war table and chairs but Sam and Dean still stay there on the wall. You glare at Cas as you stand up but you're not afraid of him.

"So glad you could finally join us. I was just looking for you."

You blast the ground so you're levitating in mid-air, and you fly over to Cas before punching him down to the ground with your magic. He raises his hand that holds an angel blade but you grab his arm and snap it in two. You push your other hand into his chest and blast him back into the wall underneath the staircase. He tries to move but you've made it so that all three of them are stuck to the wall.

"I'm going to give you one last chance," you glare at Cas, "where are my children?" Again, he doesn't answer you. "You know what, I didn't play fair last time. It wasn't nice of me to make you choose between a girl you don't know and my kids. So, let's make this fun, shall we? Who do you love more? Sam and Dean or my kids?"

Sam definitely didn't imagine you'd sink this low but the plan is going just like he thought it would. He has to ride this out a little longer so you think you're the one in control.

"No! Leave them alone!" Cas yells at you.

"Fine! Tell me where they are!"

"Don't do it," Dean says.

You close your right hand into a fist, and both Sam and Dean's chests start to get tighter and tighter. It feels like someone is crushing their chests from all sides. He gasps in pain as does Sam but they can't move or do anything about it.

"I'll never tell you!" Cas shouts.

"Oh, yeah? What if Dean suddenly lost a lung?" Dean gasps for air the second one of his lungs disappears from his chest. You lift the magic on him and he falls to the ground on his knees. He clutches his chest and tries to breathe but he can't do so properly. "Can you tell me now?"

"No."

"Okay, I know," you grin. "Let's see what Sam looks like with severe internal bleeding." Sam drops to the ground and doubles over in pain. He vomits blood all over the ground from the injuries you've given him. Both of their chests still feel like they're being crushed so they don't know which will kill them first. "How about now?"

Cas struggles against the force of your magic with tears in his eyes.

"I can't."

"That's fine. I guess both of them will have to endure a flesh-eating virus."

Almost immediately, the skin on their faces starts peeling off from the virus. Dean can't breathe properly, Sam is losing a lot of blood from vomiting it all up, and both of them feel like their chests are going to cave in at any time.

"How about now, Castiel?!" you scream at him.

"Don't do it. Don't tell her, please," Dean gasps.

"Tell her," Sam groans. "Just fucking tell her where they are!"

"Fine! I'll tell you," Cas yells. You wait for him to speak while the brothers still make noises of pain on the ground. "They're in South Dakota. 42 Wallaby Way. They're inside the barn."

You release all magical hold and return the Winchesters back to their conditions before coming here.

"Now, was that so hard?" You walk over to the metal staircase. "Don't worry, Dean. I'll give them your love."

Sam and Dean stand up and watch you leave.

"Did it work?" Dean asks, rubbing his chest as if the pain is still there.

"The plan isn't over yet. Come on, we have to get there before she does."

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[lostfirefly]

You’ve Got the Same Dream as Me

Hello, kiddos! The idea for this fanfic came to me from a dream (again) I had about a month ago. Тhe main characters were Tom Cruise and Henry Cavill (don't ask me why), but with a light hand they have been replaced (sorry, guys). The main action of the dream took place somewhere in the sands. Аlthough this fanfic will feature Sir Crocodile and our beloved Buggy, the action shifts to the desert. No marines, ships etc. Sorry, not sorry :) The devil fruit's abilities are preserved. Catch the Mummy and Indiana Jones vibes :) I have no idea how many chapters there will be.

Since English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :) 

And thank you to my dear @yujo-nishimura and @laurasoretta for believing in me :)

Description: Catherine, a librarian who is searching for the trail of her sister who went missing on an expedition. Notes in books and diaries lead her to Cairo. There she finds Rika, a retailer from an artifact shop who, in exchange for selling her a map and equipment, insists that Catherine take her along. They get into a little (or maybe a big) adventure.. 

Warnings: 12+, I think. As always, no smut, angst, violence. Adventures and fun only. Buggy x OC, Sir Crocodile x OC.

Words: 700

The title is taken from «You've Got the Same Dream as Me» (Sonya Belousova & Giona Ostinelli) (One Piece, Netflix)

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Chapter 1

"I need one ticket, please! I need to get on that plane!". Catherine said pleadingly, snapping her fingers in front of the girl's face. "Do you understand what I'm saying?"

That was the last flight to Cairo for today. 

Tired and laden with bags Catherine begged the girl at the check-in desk to sell her a ticket. 

"I N-E-E-D T-O G-E-T O-N T-H-I-S P-LA-N-E". She spelled it out in an irritated voice. 

'You need help?" a girl's voice came through.  

"What? Oh, yes. I need to buy a ticket. This’s the last flight to Cairo, I cannot wait until tomorrow. But she..", Catherine pointed at the girl behind the counter, "Said there are no available tickets". 

"Well, yeah. This destination is very popular now, unfortunately, it doesn't help these checkout girls learn English well. I’m Laura, by the way", the brown-haired girl, adjusting the strap of her bag, held out her hand to Catherine. 

"Oh, sorry. I’m Catherine. Catherine Mitchell". 

"Well, Cath, today is your lucky day, I think", Laura said, pulling a small envelope out of the inside pocket of her jacket.

"What? Me and happy days are clearly bypassing each other", Catherine mumbled, scratching her neck.

"Well, I was supposed to go to Cairo with my boyfriend. But he dumped me right outside the airport. Shithead. Said he was bored with me... Anyway, I've got an extra ticket if you want it. As I can see, you need it more", Laura said with a wide smile. 

"Really? You're just gonna give me a ticket? I… I'm-- I can pay for it…", Catherine reached for her wallet.

"No, please! You owe me a cup of coffee and one pizza. Furthermore, it'll be nice to talk to someone normal on the flight", Laura held out the ticket.

"But how do I get on the ticket? It's under a different name".

"Come on, the staff are rubbish, they don't really look at the details", Laura said with a teasing tone. 

"That’s… Great! I guess. You’ve saved my life!", Catherine couldn't contain her joy. "In that case… Come on! Let me buy you coffee and the biggest pizza".

"Just a minute, ok? I'm gonna give my mum a quick call and tell her it's okay and my trip's not cancelled".

"Sure".

Laura stepped behind a column and pulled out her phone. After looking around at the people around her, she dialed a number.

"Sir, everything's on schedule. She bought it". 

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Dear passengers! Our plane has landed at Cairo airport. The temperature outside the window is +40 degrees.

"God, I'm going to die in this heat", Catherine groaned. 

"Well, you'll try not to die somehow. So.. I guess we'll say goodbye after baggage claim. Thank you so much for the company", Laura said, pulling a backpack off the luggage rack. 

"I can’t even express how thankful I am, Laura. Really". 

Walking out of the airport building with her suitcase, Catherine took a taxi and went to the hotel. When she finally got there, she shook out the contents of her backpack on the bed. 

"Where is... where is... ", Catherine was going through the papers and books that were all over the bed. "There it is! 15, Marineford Street. Hm.. Why does Cairo have a street with that name?"

Without wasting a second, Catherine put everything back into her backpack and ran out of the room. 

Within 30 minutes she was standing at the door of a small shop. Its entrance was decorated with a large brown door with peeling paint and a worn handle that had been probably tugged on for decades. 

"Rika's shop: your adventures begin here", Catherine whispered the name of the shop and rolled her eyes at the same second, "Oh my God, how original".

She started knocking on the door.

"Hello-o-o-o! People! Somebody? Anybody?", she put her ear to the door, hoping to hear the sound of footsteps.

"What's all the fuss? The shop's closed", said a woman passing by. 

"But I have to get to the shop!" said Catherine with hope in her voice. 

"Come back tomorrow, you lunatic. You'll get in then. The owner had already gone home. Get out of here".

"Come back tomorrow. Then you'll get in", Catherine muttered under her breath. 

There was nothing left for her to do but go back to the hotel, take a shower and burrow under the blanket. 

[inuiiwonderland]

Chapter 3: the ruined statue

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"You don't know the queen of hearts?"

"The queen of hearts?" Suddenly you remember where you heard that name from.

"Oh! That red head boy mentioned her too during the orientation…" You said more to yourself. You looked down at the boys and decided to ask them a question.

"Does she rule here?" The boy chuckled at your question.

"She's a queen who lived in a labyrinth of roses ages ago"

"Oh"

"She had a strict personality that valued discipline over anything else. She didn't tolerate any disorder when it came to the color of her roses or the card soldiers marching"

"They were all mad there, but everyone swore their obedience! Because if they were to break a rule, that is a one way ticket to getting beheaded!"

You cringe at the thought and watch as the other blue-haired boy just sighs. 

"Cool right?" The red head says.

"Yeah, she sounds a little terrifying though"

"Well thanks for filling me in. Are you a student here?"

"Yep! I'm Ace♡" He says with a wink.

"Nice to meet ya" you nod at his introduction.

"Hey, you're that student that was acting up at the ceremony right?" 

"Oh..uh I wasn't exactly but I did cause some trouble" You say awkwardly while rubbing your neck.

"Wow the mirror of darkness summons a person with no magic! Ha! Man I was trying so hard not to laugh" 

You rolled your eyes and glared at the boy as he continued to laugh. That was until he was interrupted by the boy who was with him.

"Don't be so rude to a person you just met!" Ace just rolls his eyes and then turns back to you.

"So, you couldn't enroll?" 

"Yeah, I was made a handyman instead" you motion to the cleaning supplies that you have been given.

"I see, so that why you're uniform is different"

"If there anything about the school you need to know, feel free to ask me" 

"Thank you uhh?"

"The name deuce spade, nice to meet you"

"Thank you deuce"

"And you? What your name?"

"Oh my name y/n l/n"

"Y/n l/n?"

"L/n??"

I guess my name is hard to pronounce here 

"You can just call me y/n"

"Okay!" You were about to go back to what you were doing but stop when you heard Ace ask you something.

"Is it hard to take care of that crazy monster? Sounds like a chore dealing with it! Haha!"

"Even after all the drama it caused, it turned out to be so lame!"

"Monster?"

Suddenly Ace let out a Yelp when something hit him on the back of the head.

"What the-"

"I ain't some measly chore!" You look up to see the very familiar cat monster you saw the other day.

"You're-"

"The great grim!"

"That cat monster from yesterday!"

"It's grim Sama to you!! You can at least get it right!!"

"Uhh sure, I thought they threw you out already…" he just smirked and shrugged.

"Sneaking in was a piece of cake!" 

"Anyway, why are YOU still here?"

"If you keep sticking around I won't be able to enroll!"

"It's not like you have a chance" Ace said which made the cat monster- er grim angry. You sigh and massage your temple.

"Look, If I could go home I would but I don't know how" He was silent for a moment before he spoke up again.

"Fine then….I'll kick you out myself!"

"Huh?"

"Is he gonna attack again?!" Deuce said while Ace stared in shock.

"I won't let you" you grabbed the broom you had with you which caused grim to laugh.

"I ain't scared of someone who can't even use magic- ow!" You hit him with the broom which made him fall down. You had him pushed against the ground with the broom.

"Let me go!"

"Woah! Nice one y/n!"

"That's some awesome strength!"

"They'll just throw you out again if you keep making a scene"

"You're making a big mistake if you think I'm gonna give up now!"

"Guards!"

"W-wait!"

"Why do you even wanna enroll here so badly?" You say while still having him pin against the ground.

"Why? That's easy! I'm a genius that was born to become a great magician!"

"Great magician?" You say confused while Ace just scoff.

"Uhh you? Great magician?" Deuce elbowed Ace to be quiet.

"I've waited a really really long time for the black carriage to come get me…and yet, the mirror of darkness won't acknowledge me!"

"So I gotta do something about it!"

"I'm never ever gonna give up! I'm going to become an amazing magician" You froze as those words reminded you of a certain someone from back home. 

Takemichi!

"I see…you got a dream you can't surrender too"

"You.."

"That's impossible!" You both looked at Ace who was now standing in front of you two.

"Only the chosen ones are able to get into this school"

"And you didn't make the cut. So just give up and admit defeat"

"Hey! All you've done since we got here was to be an asshole!" Ace rolled his eyes at him and yanked his wrist from deuce hold.

"What is this? A lecture? Stop being so annoying"

"You can't just treat people like that-"

"Yeah yeah yeah whatever. I've got class so I'm gonna split"

"Ugh" Deuce turned to you both with an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry about that, I also have to go"

You just watched as he started walking in the same direction Ace left too. You got up and dust the dirt off you. 

"You…I'll show you!" You looked up and saw grim already shooting fire towards the two.

"Wait- grim!"

"Woah!!" You heard the two boys as they dodge the blue flames.

"Watch it! The hell are you trying to pull?!" Ace shouts. 

"You're trying to make a fool outta me! So I'm gonna light up that fiery lookin mop head you call hair!" 

"Mop head?"

"You got some nerve trying to fight me!" 

You then saw him take out something from his pocket. 

"I'm gonna turn you into a frizzy toy poodle!!"

"Is that wind magic?!" You say as you saw and felt the wind go crazy.

"Err! My awesome fire can't twist like that!"

You noticed students surrounding you all as the two continued to fight.

"Great…"

"Like those fireballs are gonna hit me!" 

This made grim more mad and he started shooting fireballs towards Ace. 

"Cut it out already!" You heard deuce yell out. 

"They're totally not listening" you say as you two watch them continue.

"I gotta do something…but with what??" Suddenly he thought of a perfect idea.

"I can just lock down their movements!" He also took something similar to what Ace had and started thinking for something.

"C'mon, come out with literally anything! Something heavy!" He lifted up his pen and suddenly you saw something big fall down on Ace.

"The hell?! A pot?!" 

"A cauldron of all things?...did I go to far?" Deuce said to himself while grim burst out into a fit of laughter.

"So freaking lame! Hahah!"

"Back off juice!"

"It's deuce!"

"Deuce whatever!" 

"Don't make a scene on your first day!"

"Just come to class!"

"Shut up! You go if you want!"

"Stop being so stubborn!"

As those two continued bickering, grim saw this as a chance to fire at ace.

"You're wide open!"

"What-" Ace's eyes widened when he saw grim shoot a fireball at him. He quickly pushed the cauldron off him and managed to dodge the flames on time. 

"Argh!"

You froze as you saw the flame hit the statue you were cleaning earlier. Students gasp and some quickly ran away from the scene as they saw the now ruined statue.

"Ahhhh! Holy frigging crap!" Ace yelled out as he saw the queen of hearts statue ruined.

"He…he didn't just!" Duece was too stunned to even speak.

"I don't know anything!" Grim yells as he makes a run for it.

"Hey! Stop right there!" 

"I came to see what the commotion was all about" all three of you froze as you heard the voice speak.

"Ahh headmaster…."

"Your hereeeeee" 

"What in the world are you doing?! You've scorched one of the great sevens statues!!" 

"The great sevens?" You ask curiously.

"They're exhalted entities that once existed in our world"

"The king of beasts, ruler of the savannah. The sorcerer of the desert, who saved his land from a crisis. The sea witch, who dwelled in a grotto deep beneath the sea. The fairest queen, said to be the most beautiful of them all. The lord of the underworld, to whom even monsters swear their allegiance. The witch of thorns, who resided in the mystical mountains. And lastly, the queen of hearts, residing in labyrinth of roses!" 

"This is blasphemy against a renowned figure! There's no possible way I can turn a blind eye to this!"

"All of you are expelled effective immediately!!!"

"E-expelled?!"

"After I finally made it into a famous school…what will I tell my mom?!" You saw how deuce panicked which made you feel a little bad.

"Please! Anything but that! There's something I have to do in this school!" 

"You have yourself to blame for such a foolish stunt"

"Then I'll do anything to make up for it!"

"Anything?"

"Yes!"

You suddenly had a bad feeling seeing the headmaster smile.

"Then I shall offer you a chance to make amends"

"There is an enormous fixture hanging in the cafeteria. A magic chandelier with everlasting candles that burn indefinitely. It's a masterpiece crafted by a legendary meister of magic tools"

"That very item is currently losing its power"

"It seems the source of its strength, the magic gem, is growing weaker"

"Magic gems are mined in a place called mt. Dwarf…we may be able to repair it with gems of a similar property"

"I'll go and get one! Please, you have to let me go!" 

"Very well…however you will be expelled if you don't return with the gems by tomorrow morning"

"You can travel to Mt. Dwarf through a door in the mirror chamber"

"Right! Thank you!" Deuce bowed as Crowley left. 

"Ugh fine, we'll make it back with this gem in no time"

"Let's go!" Ace whined as you just silently followed the two. What you three didn't know was that the culprit who was responsible for this was eavesdropping the whole entire time.

"Magic gem huh? Maybe I can use my awesome magic to get my paws on that" 

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"What? Ace and deuce ruined a great seven statue?!"

"Indeed, therefore I am reporting it to you their dorm leader"

"I sincerely apologize for the inconvenience my dorm has caused"

"They're currently heading to Mt. Dwarf as punishment. They'll surely be back by morning"

"Certainly"

The boy then soon left the headmaster's office in anger.

"What were they thinking so shortly after enrolling?! I absolutely will not tolerate any rule breaking…they need to be punished"

"The verdict can wait…i'll see to their beheading myself!!"

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"So this is mt. Dwarf huh…"

"People use to mine here for magic gems when they were abundant, but it's oddly quiet here"

"There's no time for complaining. Let's go!"

You three continued walking along the path as you looked around. You were looking around when you heard Ace.

"Oh. There a cottage back there"

Both you and deuce turn to look in his direction to see the cottage.

"Let's go see what they've got to say"

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Back in Shibuya city 

"Y/n never showed up to the meeting"

"And they haven't returned home last night"

"They aren't answering anyone's calls"

"We are filling out a missing person report"

That was everything mikey heard in a span of one day. He couldn't believe what was happening. You never showed up to the meeting and now they're saying you're missing?!

"Did you call again baji?" Mitsuya asked as everyone gathered up in the musashi shrine. 

"Yeah no answer though"

"I already called multiple times but it's leaving me straight to voicemail" 

"Did you check up on y/n parents?"

"Yeah, they are currently trying to file out a missing person report"

Everyone was silent trying to think what else they should do. Mikey, who was quiet the whole time got up which grabbed everyone's attention.

"We should start searching around and asking if anyone has seen them before they went missing"

"So like a search party?"

"Mhm"

"That is not a bad idea…we should do it"

Everyone started agreeing and decided on searching for you for the whole day.

To be continued 

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Here is chapter 3! Since I made you guys wait for chapter 3 I decided to make this chapter longer! And! The Tokyo revengers cast have finally appeared! Just know that they will show up a lot in future chapters👀

Anyway hope you enjoyed!

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[hinatastinygiant]

13 | Sea Gold

Pairing: Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Pirate's Treasure Masterlist

"Hey there, cap," he says, his voice raspy and deep. "It's been a while."

"What the fuck?" I hiss. "The hell are you doing here?!"

Whatever was dragging Y/N suddenly stops. But I can hear her cry out in pain as someone else's foot lands roughly on her back. Glancing upwards I see a man with long red hair tied in a ponytail and a scruffy face, staring back at me.

"Well, well, look what the sea spit out," the man smirks. "It's a pleasure, captain,"

"Kirishima," I snarl. "Sero. Why the hell are you here?"

"Only celebrating," Kirishima grins. "You've finally graced us with your presence."

"Let go of the girl. She's got nothing to do with this," I growl, my voice low.

"Oh, but I'm pretty sure she does. You came down here to look for her, after all."

"That has nothing to do with you. She's none of your concern," I hiss, my eyes locked with his.

"She's ours now," Sero says, a sinister grin spreading across his face.

"Yeah, but if you want her so bad, come and get her," Kirishima adds, pressing his foot down harder on Y/N's back. "It's so odd hearing the sound of someone in pain. After all these years, this is the first time we're hearing it again."

"Sounds sweet," Sero hums as he bends down to get a better look at her face. "But what are we gonna do with her? Can't imagine her living on this island, too."

Kirishima sighs. "Guess we'll just have to put her out of her misery."

"Over my dead body," I snarl.

"That can be arranged," Sero grins.

"Not a chance. Let the girl go, or I'll kill you both."

"We'd love to see you try," Kirishima laughs.

I lunge forward and grab Kirishima by the collar of his shirt.

"You're making a mistake," I tell him as I force him up against the wall. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"Don't be an idiot, Bakugou," he scoffs. "You ditched the rest of us survivors to live in this hell hole."

"Don't talk to me about hell," I grumble, pushing him harder into the wall. "I've been living on this damn island alone for fucking years. How the hell are you here, anyway?"

"The island brought us," Kirishima replies. "Those of us who swam to shore, that is. And I can promise you that there's no escape from this stupid fucking curse, either."

"You're full of shit."

"Am I? This doesn't even hurt," he smirks.

"Fine. Tell me what you want," I growl, my grip on Kirishima's collar tightening.

Kirishima's expression shifts, a glint of cunning flickering in his eyes. "We want what you want, captain. The treasure."

A surge of frustration and anger courses through me, realizing that they are still after the very thing I've been tirelessly seeking. "You know I won't let you have it. It's mine by right."

"Is it really?" Sero interjects, a sneer playing at the corners of his lips as he pulls Y/N to her feet. "Seems like a lot of trouble for just some shiny trinkets and gold."

"It's more than that," I reply, my voice echoing with determination. "It's my redemption, my ticket out of this cursed place."

"Then it's settled," Kirishima declares, a malicious glimmer in his eyes. "You lead us to the treasure, and maybe we'll consider letting the girl live."

Anger growing within me, I shove Kirishima away from me, returning my focus back on Y/N. She must've been able to catch a breath or two, because her face has regained some color. Her eyes meet mine, a mixture of confusion and fear in them. Then, suddenly, she steps on Sero's foot and punches him in the gut, freeing herself from his grip.

"Get away from her!" I roar, lunging at Sero, and delivering a heavy blow to his jaw.

He reels backwards, but manages to stay upright. I then grab onto Y/N's arm and toss her out of the room.

Kirishima and Sero exchange a look, their expressions morphing into ones of irritation as they realize I'm blocking their only exit. "You can't keep us here forever, Bakugou," Kirishima growls, his fists clenching in frustration.

"I can, and I will," I declare, my own fingers twitching at the thought of ending these two for good.

"Why are you being so stubborn?!" Sero groans, his teeth gritted.

But I decide not to give them an answer until I shut the metal door and lock them inside the room with no way out. They can bang on the door all they want. The room is too sturdy for them to break through. "Fucking bastards," I hiss as I make my way towards the surface of the ship, leaving Kirishima and Sero trapped below.

Y/N follows after me like a lost puppy, her footsteps loud and heavy against the floors as if she is having a hard time walking. "What was that?" She asks me, her eyes filled with tears and her face covered in dirt and blood.

"I told you, the treasure," I reply, not wanting to look at her.

"So those guys were part of your crew?"

"Yeah," I nod.

"Did they get cursed too?"

"I don't know. And I don't care."

"Well, what do we do now? They obviously haven't found the treasure after all these years so how are we going to find it?"

I don't answer and instead, just let out a huff as I find a spot to sit down. I then close my eyes and sigh.

"Are you just going to ignore me now?" She coughs as if trying to catch her breath.

"Do you think I haven't been trying to find the treasure for years, Y/N? Who the fuck knows where it is? Your map probably just led us to this fucking ship and that's it," I grumble.

Y/N doesn't respond. When I look over, she seems to be having a hard time breathing.

"Y/N, are you okay?"

"No," she croaks, shaking her head.

"Shit, your feet," I curse, noticing the black on her soles.

"It's not just my feet," she chokes. "My whole body feels cold. And I think my lungs are full of water."

"How long were you under?"

"I'm not sure," she wheezes.

"Come on, you need to rest," I tell her, trying to pull her toward my old room on the ship.

"I can't," she pants. "I have to keep looking for the treasure."

"You're not going anywhere until your feet are better," I order, not giving her a choice. I then scoop her up and carry her back to my quarters.

"Where are you taking me?" she asks, her voice trembling.

"To bed."

Pirate's Treasure Masterlist

Taglist: @nemisimp @boopjuice @stevenknightmarc

[amariss-613]

재등장, bts | scene 09: lights, camera, action!

{resurfaced, bts}

summary: the biggest group in the world has their scandal resurface as the former female member the world thought was done become the best new artist of the year at the grammys.

face claim: yeri of red velvet

original is on archive of our own: amariss_0613, and wattpad: amariss_amaryllis, just decided to publish it on here~

this story mentions non-consensual things and includes some mentions of drugs, depression, and sasaengs.

. . .

scene 09: lights, camera, action!

chapter summary: it was time to be a queen.

normal- english

bold w/italic- korean

! warning: sensitive topics are mentioned, such as sexual assault !

playing: zoom | jessi

zoom | 2022

|no one's pov|

"i guess we'll see you during the show! bye y/n, good luck!" hoseok exclaimed waving at y/n who made her way towards her dressing room with kwan following shortly behind. "yeah, i'll see you guys during the show." y/n said, waving back at the 7 guys who were also making their way to their dressing room.

"ok so that went better than I thought it would." kwan commented, staring at the backs of the boys. "oh really? so what did you think was going to happen?" y/n smirked, raising her eyebrow. "well, i just thought i was gonna need to buy you ice cream, tissues, and tickets to dpr's next concert." y/n immediately perked up, "i think i'll just need those dpr tickets this time." y/n giggled, her mood suddenly brighter than before.

"i almost felt like i was suffocating when i was near them. other than that, nothing has really changed with them." y/n sighed, walking into her dressing room as kwan walked in right after her. soo-ah immediately turned away from where she was setting up her workspace towards the two, "oh your back already?"

"yep, and i got some tea to spill unnie."

. . .

"wait, so you guys actually had a conversation?!?" soo-ah exclaimed, before continuing y/n's eye makeup. "trust me, i was not expecting them to come up and talk to me all cheerful and happy." "i guess you're not getting those dpr concert tickets anymore then." soo-ah blurted, y/n stopped all of her movements before speaking again, "wait what? who told you about those? did you and kwan make a bet again?"

soo-ah and kwan shared a glance before she cautiously spoke,

"um, well... wethoughtthatyouandtheboyzweren'tgoingtotalksomeandkwanmadeabetthatifyouguystalkedyouwouldn'tgetfreedprtickets."

(we thought that you and the boys weren't going to talk, so me and kwan made a bet that if you guys talked, you wouldn't get free dpr tickets.)

"you better be joking. i'm expecting those dpr tickets since you guys made a bet about my non-existent love life," y/n exclaimed, grabbing her shoe, throwing it, and almost hitting kwan.

"hey! she started it, i told her it was a bad idea!" kwan yelled, standing up while grabbing my shoe and holding it up in a defensive position. kwan and soo-ah were like partners in crime...

well, more like mother and son in crime since soo-ah had just turned 30 last month and kwan was barely gonna turn 23 in a few days. y/n was more of a father who witnessed everything that they did and kept her mouth shut before she could get yelled at by either one of them.

"alright, stop fighting and move out of the way. i have to do the queen's hair." joon-seo declared, lightly pushing soo-ah out of the way once she was done with the final touches of my makeup.

"yah! you're a brave one! i can't believe you guys talk to your noona like that!" soo-ah exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air and herself beside kwan.

|y/n pov|

"alright, how does the dress fit? do you like it?" chaerie stressed, fixing the smallest of details on my dress. it was the first time i was wearing an outfit that reminded me of promotions on music shows in korea. it was also the first time i would be in public looking like this, besides those times i would occasionally model for chanel and gucci where the clothes were far from normal.

(i love this outfit sm, i just had to use it!)

"it fits good, and looks amazing as always, chaerie." i complimented chaerie as she stood back to get a full look at the outfit i was wearing. "t-thank you, and you look as beautiful as always, y/n." I smiled, "it's all you girly." although chaerie had only barely joined the company and my staff, she was already becoming comfortable with us and was starting to open up more.

the dressing room door opened, "10 minutes! we should start heading up to the red carpet!" one staff called, peaking his head in. "ok! let's start going then, kwan?" i called, staring at the said man who was spaced out looking at me, I smirked, "getting distracted on the job, aren't we?" he shook his head before standing up, "nah, just thinking about how aged you look." he grumbled, walking past me,

such a little shit.

"hey! your one to talk donkey kong, you look like a gorilla!" i scolded, following him out to the back entrance to walk to the front.

As we were walking to the front with foreign guards and escorts, i could already hear the crowd and paparazzi going crazy. "you think you're going to be okay? it sounds like it might be too much for you to handle." kwan spoke, getting closer to me, so as too not to draw attention to ourselves, even if the other guards and escorts didn't understand korean.

we made it to the front, and the crowd muted me before i could answer him back. i just held my pinky up before following the escort along the red carpet.

it was time to be a queen.

|no one's pov|

the crowd were going crazy, it wasn't every day to see one of the biggest boybands' former female member attending one of america's biggest music award shows after leaving the group and going dark for four years straight.

no one could stay still as she walked on top of everyone on the red carpet, looking as if she was ruling the world.

as soon as the paparazzi caught sight of her, the questions came spilling from their mouths.

"y/n, how do you feel about attending and being nominated for a grammy only a year into your career after leaving bts?"

"y/n, have you seen or spoken to bts as of lately?"

"y/n, how are you doing queen?!"

well, at least there were a few people that were nice and respectful.  in others' eyes, she looked fearless, like she didn't give a fuck about what people were asking and saying.

"well, today is a day to honor some amazing artists and their impact on music history. we have artists like lady gaga, duo silk sonic, olivia rodrigo, and are there any bts fans out there? bts are the first kpop group to be nominated twice for a grammy! and last but not least, we have y/n! she is the first female kpop artist who is nominated for best new artist of the year! actually, she's coming this way! y/n! girl, you gotta get over here!" one female TV interviewer had called, which y/n had 'recognized'.

"oh, hi! it's nice to see you too!" y/n greeted, shaking her hand while bowing. "so, i heard that it's your first time being nominated, how does it feel?" y/n was quick to respond, as if she was a natural born talent, "well, since i just released my debut album about a year ago, i was not expecting all of this attention and support, especially the nomination. the album is very special to me and holds a lot of what I felt and experienced growing up in korea and being a part of the idol scene." the interviewer continued, "i've also been hearing about a special intro/skit collab before your performance, with another artist?" "ah, yes but it's a secret, you gotta wait and watch the performance!" "we'll be sure to watch, thank you for your time, y/n. also, love that dress, it looks good on you." "thank you, i'll see you later!"

emotionless, back at it again.

once she stepped off the red carpet, kwan appeared right by her side. "ugh, thank god your back, i thought i was gonna run off." y/n sighed, as kwan bent to her height, "are you sure you're okay? we can start heading in if you want?" "no no, i'm fine, let's take our time getting there, i don't want to be early." "alright."

before kwan and y/n could turn to continue their way past other artists and interviewers, the crowd once again went wild.

and wouldn't you know, bts came in all their holy grail, out of their limo. instead of y/n turning away from them, she continued to stare and witnessed their popularity from afar.

"bts! bts, over here!"

"bts, how do you feel being the first kpop group to be nominated twice for a grammy?!"

"bts, how does it feel after 4 years of being a 7 member boy group?"

"how does it feel being in the presence of y/n?"

'you mean, how does it feel to be in the presence of bts, i'm nothing compared to what they have become without me.' y/n thoughts lingered, before making eye contact with one of them.

she smiled and turned towards her dreams.

|yoongi's pov|

"can you all just shut up! y/n seems to be okay with our relationship right now, we don't want to ruin it right when we have already just worked things out." i sighed, frustrated with all of the guys stressing about the mini skit and just seeing y/n in general. i predicted that taehyung or

hoseok would be nervous, but no, it was the maknae who was bouncing his leg and poking the inside of his mouth with his tongue since we left our dressing room.

"hey, calm down. this is the first time we're gonna be in close contact with y/n in public. of course, we're all gonna be freaking out." taehyung expressed, laying against his seat, spacing out. "well, at least you can control yourself, i'm quite literally shaking from nerves right now." jungkook exclaimed, while hoseok just patted him on the back, "you'll be fine jk, plus she used to be even closer to you then taehyung was with her at one point, you know that she doesn't hold anything against us."

"how do we know that she's just not saying that?" jimin blurted, glancing at hoseok's reflection in his window. "why do you think that?" namjoon asked, leaning his elbows on his knees. "we literally lied to her about her own safety and that the company was taking care of everything, that caused her to be sexually assaulted! if only we had told her about the situation and reported the female staff member to the police before she got too close, then maybe none of this would have happened and we would still be in a group and relationship with each other." jimin shouted before scoffing and crossing his arms.

"y/n isn't the type to lie about that stuff," i commented, feeling the atmosphere become awkward.

"yeah, and we aren't the type to just believe people so easily."

"we'll talk about this later, we're already here." jin sighed, fixing up his tie. "let's please be on our best behavior." namjoon mumbled, with hoseok nodding to him, continuing what namjoon was saying, "yes please, we know that stuff as happened between us and y/n but today, just focus on what we're here for."

the limo came to a halt and then the doors were opened by our bodyguards with our escorts shortly behind them. you couldn't even hear what they were telling us as we one by one slowly started to exit the limo. the paparazzi and fans were going crazy and we just stood their star struck by the number of people there to see us on the red carpet alone.

as a group, we stepped on the red carpet as the picture and questions came.

"bts! bts, over here!"

"bts, how do you feel being the first kpop group to be nominated twice for a grammy?!"

"bts, how does it feel after 4 years of being a 7 member boy group?"

"how does it feel being in the presence of y/n?"

they were the typical questions we were expecting, here in america, it was ruthless.

as i kept looking at the cameras, i locked eyes with someone.

it was y/n.

before i could even slightly greet her, she smiled and turned towards the entrance of the arena with kwan following shortly behind her.

maybe jimin was right.

_______

this is officially the longest chapter i have ever written! it was a little quirky but also touches on a sensitive topic aka. the situation that happened between bts, y/n, and now you know: a former female staff. although it might never be revealed in detail in this book, what happened 4 years ago, maybe in the near future, the truth will be found.

[maguro13-2]

The Dark Beginnings ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Chapter 0 Epilogue ~

[Can Still See the Light - Fumie Kumatani]

Kireek : You're hardly welcome that I helped the rookie, Rupika, to finish the job for me.

Ashley : You are...

Kireek : Kireek the Hucast, you can call me the Black Hound, cause I was created to work with the Good Guys and we were helping a rookie like Ash and Bernie who were students at the time when they were hunters. The Government sent me on a distress call to whether Rico and Flowen were dead, turns out they were demised or possessed by the hands of Dark Falz, Lore like these were very dark at the moment.

Rupika : Dark Lore you say? Well, I haven't do much of any lore there is, but did anyone know that some things are always important to that lore stuff. Something Dark, something gruesome?

Kimial Diehl : Although. We did heard that the Space Colony ARK incident ended about two years before a second explosion occured in Japan. The capital city, Tokyo, was literally damaged by an explosion caused by Shattered Resonance.

Kireek : Obviously. We know who caused the triggering Shattered Resonance and caused the second explosion in Japan that is Tokyo, you were the one that is responsible for that destruction.

Kimial Diehl : Yes, that was me. Possibly, I don't know what's gonna happen to Rico and Flowen, would they ever be reincarnated as one entity that is a child they had?

Eruka Frog : That's a weirdness in the book, might be an Age Gap thing. It could be Endu the Humar. How's that sound for a cup of tea, but I believe that Maka's Mother was a doll to set this one up.

Kimial Diehl : So you see, we would guranteed that PSO lives in the one of the other servers since the officials wanted them to shutdown in due to extreme amount of money that they cut out allowance. At least, not forget, I get a little angry when I eat some left overs from the kitchen or probably take outs from those cafe and restaurants. Deathbucks coffee and death dollars, that' a not real thing in the American economy. But I believe that Starbucks is a coffee place from Seattle and Death City got sued over with it's Kyoketsu-themed merchandise. The Soul Eater franchise that Square Enix mentioned is about to be rigged in the most foreshadowing way.

Rupika : Right. Which is why we eateries at Pioneer 2. Although, machines don't eat the food, because they're robots and they don't have a digestive system. But elves do. And you're right, I smell fishy about Soul Eater, that manga that was about foreshadowing it's rigged franchise from Bones.

Ashley : Sounds right. Soul Eater would have a rigged TV show, rigged video games and rigged merchandise. All things for Soul Eater to have is rigged. Operation Baba Yaga Castle was a no good for DWMA, since a time traveling entity used Chaos Control to warp into your world. I wonder who did it?

Rupika : You're about to find out why.

"Later..."

[The Last Scene - Fumie Kumatani]

Ashley : Well, this is out one way to ticket to out of here. I hope the chief will do something right for us in the meantime. Since the mission was interrupted by that Time Traveling entity that used Chaos Control, we don't what happened if the mission was a success.

Kimial Diehl : But I'm glad that we finally making it back to HQ in the real world. Finally Episode 1 of this game is done for, guess Rico's spirit is free and Flowen will might wait for her to see her at the monument. Guess the reincarnation do come in handy with that Isekai stuff that everyone was talking about. Speaking of which, Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre must've left this place when we defeated the big bad of PSO. But I'm sure she's out there for me, waiting for me to come home.

Ashley : Kimial, what did you forget something?

Kimial Diehl : Oh! Umm... Nothing much. It's something that I had something left in my heart. Although, I was not interested in boys or anything. But I was interested in girls that are at least the type that I've known.

*BEEPING*

Kimial Diehl : What's this? An email? Is it from Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre?

Ashley : No, but it could be something. And I believe it's from Penny. What does it say.?

Kimial Diehl : Let me see? (reads the note) "Dear, Ashley and Kimial. This is Penny Crygor and the Majo Detective's heard the whole thing. The media heard that the terrorist organization Arachnophobia was really a rigged facade all along and there were multiple reports saying that Ansem was involved with the terrorists attacks. Which means we got something for Majo Detectives like you for a special announcement. Due to your efforts on stopping the Arachnophobia faction that is a facade to the heartless, the case is now completely closed."

Ashley : So I guess the mission was a success after all, we might congratulate our selves for completing it. Operation Baba Yaga was a complete success for the detectives. Although, Ansem got away and find out what were his whereabouts on finding the Kusakabe legacy destroyed or be corrupted by the power of darkness itself. We may never know what will happen to the legacy itself.

Eruka Frog : Hmmm...I guess so. Maybe I got too carried away that I was villain that is part of the story, But I guess I wasn't on the Bad Guy side. Maybe I'll stick to good guys that are on their side, whether I will be joining the Majo Detective Force to fight against crime and villainy from dangerous threats that you detectives are the true peacekeeping forces. So, umm, I'll stick with you guys for now. But I gotta return to meet Mizune, My friends are waiting for me to come back to the Southern lands.

Ashley : Yeah, Let's all go home.

Kimial Diehl : Of course. Home to my girlhood home! Off to salem...(the portal leading to the Real World is opened(

Rupika : Hey, Kimial! (Kimial stops before leaving to the portal) Take care of yourself, hero!

Kimial Diehl : Yeah, you betcha. Best friends to the end?

Rupika : And may best wishes to be on your travels. (fist bumps) Goodbye, Kimial! Hope we meet again, soon.

Kimial Diehl : Yeah, you too!

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Kimial!

Kimial Diehl : Jacqueline! (hugs hers romantically) Jacqueline!

Jacqueline O'lantern Dupre : Kimial. Come on, love. Let's go home. Together.

Kimial Diehl : (nods) Right. (two hold hands together and starts walking to the portal as Rupika and the main characters)

Rupika : Yeah. Hope we meet again soon. I'm sure there will be a better tomorrow for their world, and their world might be their key to what the future holds. No matter what happens to them, we'll keep on winning.

"Meanwhile..."

Crona : I'm all alone. There's no one who could take care for me. My own mother was a heartless and I'm still a human. Why was I created to carry out death and destruction? Why should I do everything what these heartlesses told me destroy what? A world created by the devil named Shinra. I wouldn't think that I have no love for a human that I feel so alone. (door opens)

Crona (?) : Hello, twin. Nice to see you being imprisoned by those heartless. The Gorgon Witch Trio wouldn't suspect Sammy Lawerence's intentions. But it's good that we got her out of the way and she was never really your mother, all those lies were used by Heartless to manipulate others and orders them to destroy the whole planet and would easily open the door to darkness. I'm sure you promised that it would never hurt a fly or the fly that will be squashed like you. Tortured by the heartless, creatures of the darkness.

Crona : So you knew everything about that, Brother? Are the Gorgon Sisters really ever going to be brought back to Justice? Will it ever set me free from the dangers of what I become, Lawrence?

Crona Lawrence : Correct, and Sammy is your father. Don't expect any mercy from the reaches of Heartless like her. No will ever destroy the legacy of the Ink Demon, not even the Kusakabe's will that anyone will break free from it's chains. Hope and Despair, Light and Darkness, conflicts from the same universe as Fire and Soul shall cease from it's existence, and we are the ones that really wanted to wake up to reality. Everything for the Ink Demon's power. Come, my twin. We will teach Ansem and those heartless a lesson that will never forget. You have much to learn to show your full potential. With the Ink Demon's blood in our hands, we will destroy the Kusakabe Legacy from it's very foundation. We Ink Demons are alive and immortalize, We are the creations and they are the traitors. There will never be a vaccine to cure for the dirty needs. And when they will build our machine...

Crona : They die tonight. (shows an evil grin)

"Bendy...We will await for your return!"

" THE INK DEMON'S ORGINS CONTINUES! "

Kimial Diehl : Wait! Something's not right! Chapter 0 isn't over yet! There's still one mystery to be solved! Let's go to the Final Prologue!

Me : Oh, right! Sorry about that! Off to the Final Prologue! So here you go!

[EXTRA ZONE - Hideki Naganuma]

"THE FINAL PROLOGUE BEGINS!"

[empatheticagent]

Okay, he may have messed up. Again. He'd just really wanted to see some penguins, what was so wrong with that? And twenty bucks was pretty steep, come on. He'd only had ten in pocket. What were they gonna do? Kick him out?

Seemed like it. Rockland made eye contact with a worker as they'd held a walkie talkie, and they'd started off towards him. Haha, oh boy. What now? Pulling his gaze away, the teen's eyes darted about. Come on. Blend in with the crowds. Don't fit in with whatever description they'd have gotten. He spotted a dude with a kid in the distance. The guy had a similar hair colour to him. He could try to blend in like they were a family or something.

Hurrying up alongside the pair, to his knee's chagrin, the teen looked to the kid, because that felt less intimidating than talking to the guy directly.

"Hey, those uh-" What was around? "Snow leopards are pretty cool, right? D'you think they like the weather here? You'd think they'd wanna be in an actual like, arctic environment, given the name and all."

He felt a tap on his shoulder, and the teen's stomach clenched. Sure enough, the lady with the walkie talkie was standing there.

"Hi there. Would I be able to see your ticket, by chance?"

An anthem of swear words scattered about in his brain. What was he supposed to say to that? Offer a distraction?

"Oh yo, so I was just asking about these snow leopards. Do they do alright in the New York summers? D'you guys have to like, give them-give 'em haircuts or put a snow machine in there or something?"

"Sir-" She clearly wasn't falling for it.

"D'you go around checking everyone's tickets?" Oh great, he'd sounded more defensive than he'd intended. He was going to get kicked out, wasn't he? What if they called Akela? He was gonna be in so much trouble. He was supposed to keep his head down. What had he been thinking? He'd just-... He hadn't wanted to think for a minute. He'd just wanted to chill out and- And he hadn't even seen the penguins yet.

Even if Hailey hadn't gently nudged his arm when the older boy tried talking to her, Ray would have realised something was up, sensing the agitation and the irritation of the staff.

He looked over at Hailey with a slight raise of an eyebrow as if he was silently asking what she wanted him to do about the situation. She gave no visible response, but Ray seemed to have gotten one he understood as he turned then to face the worker and the teen.

He could guess what the problem was, having heard the staff asking about a ticket.

"Hey, surely you have bigger things to worry about than a kid wanting to see some animals?" Ray asked, reaching into his shorts pocket for his wallet. "Look, here; I'll cover it and then you're free to go worry about other stuff, yeah?"

[johnsbleu]

author's note: please keep in mind i wrote this for myself and it was literally never going to see the light of day but i felt like why the hell not sharing it since you asked so nicely! just like i will with anything else on that list you're interested in. is it corny and completely unedited? yup. is it rushed? yup. again, it was just for fun. so, anyway, i hope you enjoy lmao

Thankfully the wedding went off without a hitch! Tess looked so gorgeous in her flowy white gown, and Jimmy was handsome as ever. Your mom and dad looked really well and happy too, though your mom spent most of the day crying. The speeches went well--you did pretty good for being so nervous in front of so many people--and the food was really good.

It’s the morning after the wedding, and you’re going down the hall to Tess’ room to check on how she’s doing since the party went on pretty late last night. You have three coffees and a box of donuts for the newlyweds. You knock a few times on the door and wait for it to open a little, then you push it open with your hip.

“Is everyone decent?”

“Yeah,” Jimmy says, groggily.

You smile as you round the corner and find them both in bed with their pillows over their faces, “You good?”

“Drank…too…much.” Tess says, then she groans and winces as she sits up, “Is that coffee?”

“I got some coffee and donuts for the newlyweds.”

Jimmy peeks out from under his pillow, “Donuts?”

You hold up the bag and smile, “Yup. You two need to get up and get dressed soon. Your flight leaves in a bit.”

Tess clears her throat and looks over at Jimmy, her hair curly and stuck up all over, “About that…”

“Don’t tell me you’re bailing? You’ve always wanted to go to Italy.”

“No, not bailing,” she says, then she smiles, “We want you to come with.”

You blink a few times and jerk your head back, “On your honeymoon?”

“Well,” Tess laughs as she reaches for Jimmy’s hand, “We’ll still do our solo thing, but we want you to come with. It’s been a hard few months for you.”

That’s putting it lightly.

“Uh, well, I can’t really…afford to go,” you say, even though you really could. “And I’d have to find a ticket.”

Tess smiles, “Already figured out. You’re gonna fly with us.”

“Oh,” you stare at her and sit in silence while Jimmy eats his donuts. For having a hangover, he’s chowing down on those donuts. Your guess is that he’s going to regret that in a little bit. “So, what am I going to do while you two are off doing couple things?”

“You can explore, you can find beaches,” Tess smiling encouragingly, “You can go to historical places.”

You scoff, letting out a small laugh too, “Alone?”

“Well,” Tess inhales deeply and looks over at Jimmy, and you stand up and shaking your head.

“Absolutely not. We hate each other. Why would we ever want to spend time together?”

Tess rolls her eyes, “He doesn’t hate you.”

“He can barely look at me.” you say, and Tess slouches and pouts. “You really want me to come that bad? So bad that you’re going to make suffer and spend time with him?”

“Yes!” she gets up a little quick and puts her hand on her head when she spins, and you reach out to keep her from falling, “We always wanted to go to Italy, so let’s go.”

She’s not going to let it go, and at the end of the day, it’s practically a free trip to somewhere you’ve dreamed of going for years. On the outside, you’ve kept your face pretty neutral but on the inside you’re wearing a big ol’ corny grin.

You sigh as you close your eyes, “Fine.”

Tess squeals and jumps a little, then she wobbles and falls back to the bed, putting the pillow over her face, “Go pack. We leave at 3.”

Jimmy nods his head and smiles at you, then you roll your eyes as he laughs. He lays back on the bed and wraps his arm around Tess, so you leave the hotel room and lean against the wall.

You did always want to go to Italy. You just didn’t think you’d be going with a man you hate.

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The newlyweds have been whispering and kissing each other the entire flight so far, and you’ve had your headphones on and your face stuck in a book. The Man You Hate isn’t on this flight. Typical. He’ll do anything to avoid you at this point.

You were excited to meet him once upon a time. When Tess started dating Jimmy, he mentioned his best friend, John. You weren’t expecting to fall in love with him--that would have been too fairytale, right?--but you expected to at least get along with him. Jimmy said they were more like brothers at this point, so you knew if Jimmy and Tess were going to be serious, you’d probably have to spend time with John.

Everything seemed fine at first. John was really nice to you, struck up a conversation and talked to you for hours at dinner one night. The next time you saw him, he avoided you like the plague and now looks at you like the creature from the Black Lagoon. You got the message loud and clear. Now you pretty much hate him. If you say anything to him, he usually just mumbles it and avoids looking at you, that is if he doesn’t say something snarky.

Hopefully you can avoid him this week.

Dear god, you hope you can.

__

Walking down the street of Italy, you try to take everything in but there’s just so much! The smell of food and sea water is in the air as you walk down the cobblestone street to the hotel, and you can’t wait to leave your bags behind and just explore. Even if it’ll just be you and your little travel guide book.

“There he is,” Jimmy says, and you look ahead and spot John outside the hotel.

The only problem with hating John is that he’s actually really fucking attractive. Like, he’s…gorgeous. Tall and lean, muscular arms but not like he works out all the time, just like he’s done a lot of yard work or something. He has dark hair that doesn’t quite reach his shoulders and a dark beard that covers his face. His hair looks black but it certain lighting it’s brown. You’re not sure why you know that. His eyes are brown too, but in the light they look so warm and golden. You’re really not sure why you know that.

You’re pretty sure he also has a slew of women coming in and out of his house all throughout the week, so that’s a big turn off. Not that you’re interested in him anyway. Not after he looked at you like a freak.

Tess gently touches your arm, “Be nice.”

“Yeah, I’ll try.”

Jimmy reaches out to shake John’s hand as he stands outside the hotel. Of course he got there before everyone. He’ll probably blame you for that and say everyone was late because of you.

“Yeah, yeah, flight was good.” Jimmy nods, wrapping his arm around Tess’ shoulder.

John nods, glancing at you for a moment, and you roll your eyes and cross your arms. Tess nudges your arm and widens her eyes, so you sigh and slide your hands in your back pockets.

You’re not going to talk to him if you don’t have to.

“Should we go to our rooms?”

You grab your bag and pull it behind you as you all head up to the concierge desk. You stand back and look around the lobby to see someone playing the piano in the corner. Further back there’s a bar with people in it, and you already want to go get a drink.

“Uh, no, that’s not right. It’s suppose to be a room with two beds.” Jimmy says, and you look over at him. “We have the honeymoon suite.”

“I’m sorry, sir…” the woman says but she’s not looking at Jimmy. She’s looking at John. “Uh, we’re just really packed this weekend. It’s summer, so…”

John nods his head and leans against the counter as he smiles, “Don’t worry. We’ll take whatever you have.”

“We only have a room with a single bed.”

Tess looks at you and frowns, “Well, we could take that.”

“No, come on,” you shake your head, “I can sleep on the couch. You take the honeymoon suite.”

Tess laughs when you wink at her, then she shrugs, “Okay.”

The woman passes cards to John and Jimmy, then she apologizes again before she just staring at John. You roll your eyes and grab your bag. Okay, he’s handsome but stare-worthy? No. Maybe...no. Fuck!

You all pile into the elevator and stand there for a moment, then Tess laughs and looks at you.

“Well, we should go to dinner tonight.” she says, and you nod your head as the elevator dings, “This is your floor. I’ll text you.”

“I’ll talk to you in a bit.” you grab your bag and get off, then you take a deep breath and turn to John, “What’s our room number?”

John keeps his gaze ahead and walks down the hall, “315.”

You struggle to keep up with his long legs, but then you stop when you remember you don’t actually care to be walking with him. John stops in front of the door and slides the keycard into it, then he pushes it open and gestures for you to go in. You look up at him and see if he’ll look at you but he just keeps his gaze ahead, which pisses you off an enormous amount since you know you’re not ugly.

“This is nice.”

“Yeah,” John says with a sigh, “It’s nice.”

You look over at him and wring your hands together, “I’ll take the couch tonight.”

“No, you’re the woman. You should have the bed.”

Well, now that just made you want the couch.

“No, it’s okay.”

John huffs, “Just take the room.”

You grab your bag and head into the bedroom, then you open it and pull out the few dresses that you packed so you can hang them up. You look over your shoulder to see John taking his things out and putting them in the dresser.

“This okay?”

“Yeah,” you nod as you look over your shoulder at him but he doesn’t look at you. You walk back to your bag and grab out your underwear and bras, then you discreetly tuck them into the top drawer when John isn’t looking. “Uh, I need this one.”

John nods and zips his bag up, then he puts it in the bottom of the closet before he leaves the hotel room in a hurry. You let out an annoyed sigh as you roll your eyes.

This is going to be a long week.

__

“So, you two try to kill each other yet?” Tess asks as she links arms with you and walks down the street ahead of John and Jimmy.

“No, but I think he’s going to murder me in my sleep.”

Tess laughs loudly, “No, he’s not.”

“He gave me the room though, so maybe he’s not so bad.” you say, then you look at her, “What are your plans for tomorrow?”

“Jimmy has a whole romantic day planned for us. He found a beach for us and we’re gonna take a gondola ride!”

You nod, “Sounds fun.”

“What about you?”

“Hmm,” you look around as you shrug, “I was thinking about going to the festival that we passed on the way to the hotel. I’ll just get a cab or whatever, then I’ll walk around for a bit, grab something to eat, buy some trinkets.”

Tess laughs, “Maybe meet a sexy Italian man.”

“That wouldn’t hurt.” you say as you both laugh, then you look over your shoulder to see John and Jimmy are closer than expected.

“You met someone?” Jimmy asks, and Tess lets go of you and looks at him.

You shake your head, “Oh, no, just laughing about meeting someone here.”

“What are you up to tomorrow?”

You shrug as you look at Jimmy, “Probably just going to the festival, maybe going to the beach with a book.”

Jimmy nods his head, then he looks at John, “Why don’t you tag along?”

“Oh,” John shakes his head, “No, I have plans tomorrow.”

“Right.” Jimmy nods, holding his gaze for a moment, “Well, we could all meet up for dinner.”

John shrugs, “I might still be out.”

Tess laughs, “Babe, he doesn’t want to join us. That’s okay. Us three can go out.”

“Probably be more fun that way,” you say under your breath but Tess nudges your shoulder, “Sorry.”

John looks at you for a moment, then he looks away and shakes his head a little, stuffing his hands in his pocket. If you pissed him off, you really don’t care. He’s been an asshole first. He totally started it.

__

Dinner was fine and all but there’s weird tension between you and John. Maybe it’s only you who notices it, but you wonder if John does. You both said goodnight to Jimmy and Tess and got off on your floor, but neither one of you said anything to each other as you walked down the hallway, and now you’re awkwardly fumbling around each other to get ready for bed.

“Sorry,” you whisper when you step on his foot, even though you could have stepped harder just to piss him off. It’s awfully tempting.

“It’s fine.” he says, gruff but soft.

You walk into the bedroom to get your pajamas while John brushes his teeth, then you swap rooms with him while he changes. You come out of the bathroom in your pajamas and put your dirty clothing in the corner as John clears his throat a little.

“You know, this week will be really long if we don’t talk.”

“Mhm,” you nod as you sit down on the bed, then you look at him and hold his gaze for the first time in a long time. “I’ll be good if you are.”

John scoffs a little, “Well, I’m not the one who’s being insufferable.”

“Insufferable?”

“Yeah,” he nods, leaning against the door frame, “You can’t resist throwing digs at me.”

You shrug as you smile, “It’s just too easy not to.”

John lets out a small laugh, “Well, enjoy that bed.”

“Yeah, enjoy the couch.” you say, and John scoffs and shuts your door.

You get in bed and lay back as you sprawl out on the queen size bed, then you smile and close your eyes.

__

The smell of food, singing, music fills the air as you walk through the festival. You smile when you walk past several booths, then you walk up to one when you see there’s tons of candles. You take the top off of it so smell it, then you nod your head and reach into your purse for some money.

Surprisingly it hasn’t been too bad walking around by yourself. You thought you’d feel stupid but you don’t. There’s so many people here walking around doing their own thing, so you don’t really feel judged for being alone.

Tess couldn’t stress enough about how nervous she was about you going out alone, but you told her that you’d have your phone on you and that you do have some pepper spray in your bag if things got serous. You’re not too worried though.

You continue walking through the festival and looking at all the booths, but you freeze when you see John walking about 15 feet in front of you. He has his hands in his pockets as he casually walks toward you, then he looks at you. You’re a little surprised when he doesn’t run away.

“Didn’t know you’d be here.” you say, and he shrugs and looks around. “I thought Italy was big enough and we wouldn’t have to run into each other. I thought you were doing something today anyway.”

John laughs, most likely over your absolute disdain of him being here, “Well, I figured I’d come down here until then.”

You look over to your left and see the booth you’re standing at, then you move closer to look at the jewelry. You find a few pieces that your mom would like, so you tuck them in a little bag the vendor offers, then you give her some cash. John is looking at a pair of blue earrings as you tuck your purchases in your purse, and you furrow your brow.

“For your girlfriend?”

“Oh,” he sets them down and shakes his head, “No. I don’t have a girlfriend.”

You cock up your brow and scoff. It’s no wonder; he’s an ass.

John cocks up his brow and smirks a little like he can read your thoughts, “Thought we weren’t going to be mean to each other.”

“Right,” you exhale as you look at him, “You don’t have a girlfriend?”

John shakes his head, “No, I don’t have time for that.”

“Time for dating?”

“Yeah,” he says, and you walk along with him through the festival, “Just not really looking for that, you know?”

You shrug a little, “Yeah.”

“Don’t you have a boyfriend or something?” he asks, and you swallow hard as you look down at your hands. “Don’t you have someone to annoy?”

“Don’t be mean,” you nudge his arm, then you take a breath, “But no, I don’t.”

John furrows his brow as you absentmindedly sit down on a bench together, “Last time I heard you were dating someone and it was serious.”

“You ask about me?” you look at him, and he shakes his head and rolls his eyes.

“No, sometimes Jimmy mentioned a guy.”

You squint your eyes a little, “Hmm. Well, yeah, I was with a guy and it was serious.”

“So…”

“I’d rather not talk about it.” you say, and John nods his head. “What about you? Last I heard you were dating someone. Not that I asked. Sometimes Tess mentioned a girl.”

John chuckles, “Sure.”

“Don’t believe me, that’s fine.” you say, turning your nose up and looking away.

“Yeah,” he exhales as he looks around, then he shrugs, “Rather not talk about that either.”

You nod your head as you sit there in silence with him for a few moments--he’s not so bad when he’s not being an ass--then you look over at him when his phone beeps.

“I gotta go.” he says, and you nod your head. He stands up and gestures with his hand to you and the bench, “This wasn’t so bad.”

“Yeah, you’re not so bad when you’re not being--”

John cocks up his eyebrow, “Insufferable? That’s reserved just for you.”

“Sure.” you roll your eyes at him, then you smile softly. “See you later.”

“Bye.”

You get up from the bench and continue to wander around the festival, but part of you wishes that John was still here. The thought almost stops you in your tracks and knocks you down. What a weird thought. Maybe he isn’t as bad as you thought. Nah, he’s probably just being nice because he wants the room tonight with whatever poor girl he’s found. He can impress her with the couch because the bed is taken!

__

The last two days here were pretty uneventful. It rained all day yesterday, so you and Tess just stayed in her room and watched a movie while John and Jimmy went out and did something. Tess and Jimmy had another day to just themselves, and you spent the day at the hotel spa. Everything was going well but you’ve gotten a text from Tess in the wee hours of the morning that sent you into a little panic.

You’re currently putting on your jeans as fast as you can and as quietly as you can so you don’t wake up John, but--too late.

“What are you doing in there?”

“Tess texted me,” you say, opening the door and walking over to get your shoes on in the dark, “She said her and Jimmy aren’t feeling well.”

John sits up a little more, “Like they’re sick?”

“Yeah, that’s what ‘not feeling well’ usually means.” you say, and John sits up to put his shirt on. He grabs his jeans from off the chair and puts them on, and you look at him, “What are you doing?”

“Coming with you.” he says, and you shake your head. “I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

You roll your eyes as you walk to the door and head down the hallway, “You’re quite the asshole.”

“At two in the morning, yeah, sometimes I can be.”

You roll your eyes again as you press the button for the elevator and cross your arms, “I can handle this myself.”

“Never said you couldn’t.” he says, bending down to tie his shoes.

God, he really is insufferable right now. Insufferable, insufferable, insufferable!

You step onto the elevator and push the button for Tess’ floor, then you lean back against the wall and watch John quickly get up before the door closes.

“Were you gonna let it close on me?”

You shrug a little, “Not sure.”

John shakes his head as he stuffs his hands into his pockets, then he looks through the glass mirrors at you as you stare at him. You blink a few times and look away when it gets to be too intense, and John lets out a small laugh like he’s won.

The elevator dings loudly, and you head down to Tess’ room. You knock on it and push it open when you see it’s been propped by a flip flop, then you push your hand over your nose and mouth when you smell the sour stench of vomit.

“Hey,” you say softly when you see Tess’ face white as a ghost, “How are you feeling?”

“Like shit!” she says, then she closes her eyes, “My stomach is just grumbling so bad.”

You get some water and bring it to her, “What did you two eat?”

“We went to a seafood place last night,” she whispers, then she closes her eyes when Jimmy retches in the bathroom. “I don’t know. We had some shellfish, and…”

“I can call a doctor.” John says, and Tess nods her head. “I’ll be back.”

You look over at him as he leaves the room, then you look at Tess and smooth her hair back, “Bad shellfish will do this.”

“I wanna die.”

“Don’t say that,” you laugh, “It’ll be over in a few days.”

Tess closes her eyes and puffs up her cheeks before she leans over and hurls in the garbage next to her bed, “Jimmy and I had a great day planned tomorrow. We had tickets to go on a boat ride.”

“Well, you’ll just have to do it another day.”

“Hey,” John walks in and smiles a little, “I called a doctor. They’ll be here shortly. Should help you get this all figured out. Probably give you some medicine too.”

Tess smiles, “Thank you.”

“Yeah, no problem.” he says, then he gestures to the bathroom, “Let Jimmy know he can text me whenever. I won’t be busy tomorrow.”

“Hey, wait,” Tess calls out when he starts to leave, and she sits up a little and reaches for her purse, “Take these. Go out with Y/N tomorrow on this boat ride. We paid so much for these tickets. I’d hate for them to go to waste.”

John glances over at you as you quickly look down since you don’t want him to think it was your idea, then he takes them from her, “Uh, sure.”

“Just relax. The doctor will be here soon.” you smile at her, then you get up and wave, “Text me if you need anything.

Tess smiles weakly as she nods, then she closes her eyes, flopping back onto the bed.

You get up and head to the door, then you close it behind you and walk down the hallway with John a few feet ahead of you. He pushes the button for the elevator and steps aside when someone comes out, and he glances at you before he looks at the man.

“Mr. Wick.”

John nods, “Yeah, I’ll show you to where they are.”

You look over at him and nod your head when he gestures to the elevator, and you get on and head back down to your room.

__

You’re laying in bed staring at the ceiling since John isn’t back yet, and you sit up a little when you hear the door open. You get out of bed and quietly tiptoe over to the door, then you open the door and peek out at John as he takes his pants. He pulls his shirt over his head to reveal several black tattoos on his back, and you bite your bottom lip a little as you look at him.

John turns around and looks at you, “Are you staring at me?”

“No, I, uh, I just…” you swallow hard since you’ve been caught, then you step out and cross your arms, “I just wanted to say thanks for calling a doctor.”

“Yeah,” he sits down and gets his blanket.

You reach up to tuck your hair behind your ear, “If you wanted it…you can have the bedroom.”

John laughs, “Nah, it’s fine. I don’t mind sleeping out here.”

“You have your legs resting on a chair because you’re too tall.” you say, and John laughs as he looks down at his feet propped up uncomfortably on a chair, “I don’t mind sharing.”

John takes a deep breath and sits up as he nods, “Okay.”

You walk into the bedroom and get back in bed, then you watch as John carefully gets in with you. He gets his distance from you but when he lays down, the bed sinks causing you to slide down with your back pressed to his. You scoot away a little and pray he doesn’t say something about it, but you soon hear him snoring softly.

__

Last night was probably one of the best nights sleep you ever had, but you think it was just because you were so tired. Not because of John sleeping next to you, of course. When you woke up this morning, he was already in the shower and getting ready for the day, so you decided to get up and make some coffee. You ordered some breakfast--just some fruit for yourself--and you get it from the young man at the door just as John comes out of the bedroom fully dressed.

“Ordered breakfast?”

“Just some fruit.” you say, taking a bite of the pineapple, “Want some?”

John stares at you as you suck on the fruit, then he shakes his head and walks over to the coffee maker, “No.”

Was he repulsed by how you eat fruit? Is that why he stopped talking to you and being nice? Because of how you eat? Whatever. That’s quite a reach to be honest.

“So, what time is the boat ride?” he asks as you set down the bowl with your half eaten pineapple.

“Uh,” you walk over and look at the tickets, “Noon.”

John nods and sips on his coffee, “Well, you better get ready then. It’ll take a bit to walk down there.”

“Yeah,” you set the fruit on the counter and gesture to it, “You’re welcome to any of that.”

“Thanks.” John nods.

You walk into your bedroom to get your clothes out for the day, and you look over at John as he looks in the bowl of fruit. He pulls out your half eaten pineapple slice and puts the whole thing in his mouth before he nods his head and sits down at the table. You have to fight a smile spread on your face as you walk over to shut the bedroom door, but once it’s closed you smile wide.

__

The sun is beaming down on your bare shoulders as you walk onto the boat and you regret not putting sunscreen on. You’re going to get so sunburned unless you put some on. John hands the tickets over and nods his head, then he places his hand on your back and pushes you ahead a little.

You look over your shoulder at him and watch as he quickly moves his hand, then he walks over and sits down on a bench in the back of the boat. You stand there awkwardly since it’s mostly old people and couples on the boat, then you look back at John to see him looking out at the water.

“I’ll guess I’ll sit over here then.” you say to yourself, then you sit down on the bench opposite of John and look down at the pamphlet you received. You look over your shoulder at John to see his eyes wide in horror, and you turn more and widen your eyes too when you see them.

How the hell does John know?

John quickly gets up and sits down next to you, then he looks at you, “Go along with me, please.”

“Uh, I…” you open your mouth to say something but he takes your hand and holds it tight just as Sam spots you.

“Whoa, what a coincidence!” Sam laughs with a girl on his arm. That girl.

You stare up at him and nod a little, “Uh, yeah.”

“Who is this?” he says, gesturing to John.

John reaches up, “I’m her boyfriend, John.”

You look at him and furrow your brow a little, then you blink a few times when they all look at you, “Yeah! It just…happened, you know? Kind of like, out of no where.”

John instantly narrows his eyes at you a little.

Sam sits down on the bench in front of you with that woman, then he nods, “Yeah, that’s cool. That’s how it was with me and Lauren.”

Not exactly. Unless you would consider sleeping with another woman on your girlfriend’s bed ‘just happening’.

John squeezes your hand and looks at you, and you stare at him for a moment. The captain comes out to tell everyone where he’ll be taking you, then he goes back and starts the boat. While everyone is busy looking around at the gorgeous scenery, John leans over and whispers.

“She’s my ex.” he whispers, and you furrow your brow, “Yeah, I’m just realizing he’s yours. Small town, huh?”

Mill Neck is tiny.

You lean back and look at him, then you nod your head, agreeing to go along with him. You scoot a little closer to him as he puts his arm around your shoulder and rubs his thumb lightly over your skin. If your skin wasn’t on fire before, it sure is now. Lauren is staring daggers at you but there’s a part of you that takes satisfaction in it. She stole your boyfriend and now it feels good to be with someone that she wants, even if it’s just pretending.

“Should we head upstairs and check out the view?” John asks, and you nod your head. He reaches for your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours, and you follow behind him up to the top of the boat.

Even though you’re out of Sam’s sight, John still keeps his hand gripped tight to yours. You inhale deeply and walk over to the railing with him, then you look out at the water.

“So, what are the chances that we’d run into our exes here?”

John laughs, “I don’t even know.”

“I have bad luck, so you can blame me for this.”

“Oh, good.” he nudges your shoulder, “I was going to anyway.”

You laugh a little as John lets go of your hand but you secretly hate how empty it feels now. You hold onto the railing and look down at the water as the boat glides through it, then you glance up at John.

“So, that’s your ex.” you say, and he nods, “What happened?”

“She got clingy.” he says, leaning against the railing, “She’d just show up at my house and sit outside until I got home. One time I found her in my house. I still don’t know how she got in.”

You widen your eyes as you laugh, “I hope you changed your locks.”

“I did. Got a security system too.”

“Yeah, I don’t blame you.” you say, holding onto the railing as you lean back and tilt your head up to the sun.

John clears his throat a little, “That’s your ex?”

“Yeah.”

“What happened there? I know you said you didn’t want to talk about it.”

You swallow as you stand up straight and look at him, “I walked in on him fucking your girlfriend in my bed.”

“What?” John widens his eyes as he laughs, “No, you didn’t.”

“I did.” you nod, and John leans in for more. “I had been having a shitty day because he and I had gotten into a fight the night before. I came home after not talking to him all day and heard some noise coming from my room. I opened the door and they both just froze.”

John shakes his head, “God, I can’t imagine.”

“It sucked.” you say softly, and John looks over at you.

“Wait, you’re sad over that guy? He’s an idiot!”

You scoff, “No, but this is the second boyfriend I’ve had that has cheated on me now.”

“Maybe you just pick bad guys.” he says, and you roll your eyes.

You and John look over when you hear someone coming up the stairs, and you hold your breath when you see Lauren and Sam. He wraps his arms around her and kisses her, loud and sloppily.

John moves to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around you and leaning them on the railing. His breathing is heavy in your ear like he’s nervous, and you look over your shoulder at him.

“What are you--”

“I’ll go along with it if you do.” he whispers, and you nod your head.

“You two are cute.” Lauren says with disdain in her voice. “So in love.”

You laugh a little, reaching up and slapping John’s cheek, “Yeah, so in love with this guy.”

John laughs when you grip his jaw, then he looks down at you and leans over to whisper, “Calm down.”

“I’m being in love.”

“Well, stop. It’s weird.” he whispers, and you laugh since Lauren is watching.

You look down at your hands as you pick at your nails, and John quickly reaches up to hold them so you’ll stop. He holds you a little tighter and presses his lips to your cheek, pretending to be a loving couple.

“It’s not weird, it’s just…” he whispers and sighs softly, “It’s just different.”

You look over your shoulder at him as he looks at you, then he stands up straight and lets you go.

Clearing your throat, you gesture over your shoulder, “I’m gonna use the bathroom.”

Backing away, you look at Lauren as she makes googly eyes with John, then you head down to use the bathroom. You check yourself out in the mirror and make sure your hair looks okay, then you head back up to John.

“Uh, yeah, I’m sure she’d like that.” John says, gesturing to you. “Right…babe?”

“Hmm?”

John points at Lauren, “They want to take us out to dinner after this.”

“Oh.” you stare at John for a moment, then you nod your head. “Yeah, sure.”

“Great!” Lauren smiles, “This is gonna be fun!”

Yeah, definitely. Not.

__

Sitting in the back of the cab, you look at yourself in your compact mirror and fix your hair and put on a thin layer of lipstick. You can feel John looking at you but you’re kind of ignoring him.

“Relax, you look fine.”

Fine? Just fine? What does that mean? You thought you looked better than fine but now John is saying that you just look fine.

John lets out a small sigh, “I can hear you overthinking. You look great, Y/N. Like you always do.”

You look over at him as he gets out of the cab, then you smile a little to yourself before getting out. You fix your dress and look down when John reaches out for your hand, almost forgetting the act the two of you are putting on.

John’s warm hand slips into yours until you’re palm to palm, and you smile a little when you feel him rubbing him thumb over your knuckle as you walk into the restaurant. You walk over to the hostess and are shown to your table, and you smile when John pulls your seat out.

“Can I start you two off with some wine?”

John nods, “Yes, please. You can just leave the bottle actually.”

You place your hands in your lap and look around for Sam and Lauren, then you look over at John as he looks at the menu.

“You look like you’re going to throw up.”

John huffs heavily, “Not how I wanted to spend my night really.”

You scoff and pick up your menu, “You didn’t have to say yes.”

“You shouldn’t have left me alone.”

“I thought you’d be able to just…stop talking to them. You seem really good at it anyway.”

John furrows his brow and looks at you over his menu, “What?”

“Nothing.” you whisper, then you look up to see Lauren making a beeline to your table.

“Hi!” she leans down and kisses John’s cheek, lingering a little as she leans back.

You feel John reach over for your hand and you carelessly intertwine your fingers with his as Lauren sits down.

“Sam is in the bathroom.” she says, then she props her head up on her hand, “I haven’t seen you two kiss yet.”

What a weird thing to say.

You laugh a little, “John isn’t really in to PDA.”

John looks at you and narrows his eyes, “Her breath just smells really bad.”

Lauren laughs, “You two have cute banter though.”

No, we just don’t like each other.

Sam finally joined you all at the table, and you have already downed two glasses of wine. John nudged you and shook his head a little as he pulled your glass back. You’re kind of glad that he’s here to stop you from embarrassing yourself.

The conversation was awkward, as expected with two ex couples sitting across each other, but it’s been pretty light. You all stopped talking a little when your food finally came--that was the best part. The pasta was creamy and good.

“So,” Sam sits back, “How did you two meet?”

You look over at John and cock up your brow. You want to see how he gets out of this one.

John takes a sip of wine and sits up a little, “Well, her sister is married to my best friend, so over a year ago, we met when he had a bonfire. She was sitting outside by herself just staring at the fire and I don’t know, there was just something about her. I thought she was beautiful. I thought she…was the woman of my dreams. Do you remember that? You were wearing a lilac colored shirt and some jeans. You had your hair tied in a low bun, kind of like this.”

You stare at John since he’s not just making this up. This is actually how you met. You were outside by yourself, probably sulking over something stupid, and John came out. He sat down next to you, gave you his full attention, and made you feel a lot less lonely.

“I sat down with her, she told a joke that now that I think about wasn’t even funny, and that was it.” he says, holding your gaze, “I knew I wanted her. I knew I needed her in my life.”

Sam clears his throat, “Over a year ago?”

“Well,” John nods, gesturing to him, “Obviously nothing came of it. She ended up with you, but just recently we decided to give things a go.”

You smile as John kisses your hand, then you look over at Lauren as she frowns and looks at Sam, who is staring at John. You look back at John to see him still looking at you, and you clear your throat a little.

“I would ask how you two met, but…” you laugh nervously.

“Yeah,” Sam sits up a little, then he shakes his head, “This is…this is weird. We should leave.”

You feel yourself perking up since this is all you’ve wanted today, then you smile, “Well, it was nice to see you two.”

“Yeah,” Lauren sniffles, then she gets up and leaves quickly with Sam.

You look over at John and laugh, and you both shrug and finish your meal. Pure fucking bliss. You’ve never been so happy to just be alone with John.

__

The room still smells of vomit but it’s not so bad this time when you walk in and find Jimmy and Tess laying in bed together. You smile at them and wave, then you lean back against the dresser and look over at John as he shuts the door.

“How was the boat tour?”

You laugh a little, “You won’t believe this, but…Sam is here.”

Tess sits up, “What?”

“And get this: he’s here with the girl I caught him with.” you say, and Tess gasps loudly. “Even better…”

John laughs when you look at him, “It was my ex.”

“The girl he was sleeping with was John’s ex.” you say with a huge smile on your face because you know Tess is eating this shit up.

Jimmy and Tess both gasp this time as they sit up more.

“Yeah, so it was a little awkward but John and I pretended to be a couple.” you say, laughing as they stare at you. “We ended up going to dinner with them since John doesn’t know how to say no, then he told some bullshit story about how we met--well, the story was real--but he went on about how he was in love with me the moment we met and all this stuff. They were so like…weirded out that they finally left.”

You exhale as you look at them staring at you, then you shrug and laugh a little, “Is someone gonna say something?”

“Yeah…I just…” Tess blinks as she looks at you, then she looks at John, “That’s just…kind of crazy.”

You laugh as you look at John, “Who knew he was such a good actor?”

John shrugs as he laughs quietly, then he takes a deep breath, “I’m gonna head to the room. I’m a bit tired.”

“Yeah, me too.” you say, then you wave at Tess, “Let me know if you need anything.”

Tess nods, “I will.”

You head to the door with John, then you step into the hallway when you hear Tess calling out for John. You furrow your brow a little but he gestures for you to leave, so you frown and head down to the elevator.

__

John finally returns after you’ve gotten changed and in bed, but he doesn’t come into the bedroom. You look up from your book at him when he heads to the bathroom, then you look down and read it while he finishes up.

Why would Tess need to talk to John? And why would she need to talk to him alone? Maybe it has something to do with Jimmy? Maybe even something to do with Sam. Tess hated him so maybe she just wanted to make sure that John didn’t allow the two of you to be alone.

John comes out of the bathroom and walks into the living room, and you furrow your brow when he doesn’t come back into the bedroom. You get out of bed and walk into the living room to find him laying on the couch.

“You can sleep in the room again.”

He shakes his head, “No, it’s best that I don’t. I’ll sleep here for the rest of the trip.”

You walk over and look at him, “What did I do to you to make you hate me so much? You won’t even share a bed with me. Are you really that repulsed by me?”

“Y/N, I can’t do this right now.” he says, and you cross your arms. “Please, I’m tired.”

“Fine,” you huff, then you walk into your room and slam the door behind you.

__

You planned on leaving the hotel before John woke up, but when you left your room he was already up and drinking coffee. You grabbed your purse and left the hotel and haven’t been back since. That was eight hours ago.

You didn’t realize that John disliked you so much. You just said he could sleep in the bed again and he’d rather sleep on the uncomfortable couch instead. It’s gotta be a weird form of torture or something.

Since it’s been eight hours, you figure you might as well head back up to the hotel to check on Tess, plus you’re hungry and want to grab some dinner at the restaurant inside the hotel.

As soon as you walk into the hotel, you can see the food and you decide to text Tess to let her know you’ll come check on her in a bit. Right now all you want to do is eat some food. You walk over to the hostess’ stand and smile, then you put up your finger.

“Just one.” you say, and the woman shows you to your booth in the back. You sit down and put your phone on the table, then you look at your menu.

After looking at the menu and ordering a sandwich, you prop your head up on your hand and look around the restaurant for a few minutes before you get your phone and text Tess.

How you feeling?

Bit better today. I’ve been able to keep food down. Should be much better by tomorrow.

How’s Jimmy?

Pretty poopy, but hey, in sickness and in health.

Right.

What are you doing?

Sitting alone at the restaurant.

Where’s John?

Idk.

You look around the restaurant and spot John walking in with a woman, and you nod your head and understand why he’s been such a dick lately. He obviously is seeing someone here. Who knows? Maybe he met her through an app or something since he knew he was coming here.

John looks up at his date as he pulls her chair out, then he looks across the restaurant at you. You quickly look away and pull your book out of your purse to read, then you turn to face away from him a little.

This whole trip has been so embarrassing and you still have six days left.

__

You were so caught up in your book that you didn’t hear John call your name until the third time as he sat down across from you. You slide your bookmark in and look at John, then you clear your throat and look down at your hands.

“What have you been up to today? You left early.”

“Didn’t realize I needed to run it by you.” you say, and John tilts his head a little. You roll your eyes and sigh, “Just walked around for a bit.”

“A bit? You were gone for hours.” he says, and you cock your brow up, “Not that I was counting or anything.”

You shrug as you look at him, “We don’t like each other, so I thought you wouldn’t really care if I wasn’t around.”

“You don’t like me?” he asks, and you shrug. “Oh, because you think I hate you and that I’m repulsed by you?”

“Well,” you take a deep breath and gather your things, “You sure seem like you do. I’m going to the room.”

John sighs as he nods his head, then he gets up and follows behind you to the elevator. You both stand there silently but the silence is so loud. It hurts your ears. There’s so much that you want to say to him.

What did you do to make him hate you so much? Because you talked to him? Because you thought after you hit it off the first time that you’d be friends? You weren’t expecting to fall in love with him and be married but it would have been nice to have another friend. It is so fucking lonely here and you just wanted another friend.

Obviously you don’t blame Tess for meeting Jimmy. You love that for her. But it is so fucking hard being an adult and trying to make friends. No one ever talks about how hard it is to make friends after the age of 25. It’s hard and so sad. Having just one friend could have been so helpful.

Stepping off the elevator, you get your card from your purse, then you swipe it through the door and push it open. John walks in behind you and closes it, and you sit down to take off your sandals you’ve been wearing all day.

“I can’t do this,” John whispers, and you look over at him.

“Do what?”

John gestures between the two of you, “This.”

“Do you really hate me that much? Holy shit.” you shake your head as John sighs loudly. “You’re gonna leave?”

“I’m so tired of this…” he says, and you furrow your brow.

You shake your head and stand up, “I asked a simple fucking question. It’s not like I’ve been dogging you about it for weeks or something.”

“That’s not what I mean.”

“Well,” you gesture to him before crossing your arms, “Then what do you mean?”

John takes a deep breath and turns his back to you for a moment, then he looks at you, holding your gaze, “I’m so tired of pretending I don’t like you.”

You freeze as you look up at John with your brow furrowed as he stands across the room from you, “Wha…what?”

“I wanted to ask you out when I first met you.” he says, and you laugh a little in disbelief, “Yeah. I wanted to ask you out. I thought you were so fucking beautiful and funny, and I thought you could be someone so important to me.”

“So,” you look at him and shake your head, “Why didn’t you?”

John shakes his head a little, “It just didn’t work out at the time. But I’m tired of this. I’m tired of acting like I hate you, tired of acting like I don’t want to reach over right now and kiss you.”

Your lips part a little as a breath escapes and you unfold your arms as a discreet way of letting John know he can take you. He can take you right now. You didn’t even know you wanted him to.

“I know you want me to.” he whispers, and you licks your lips as you nod a little.

You hold John’s gaze as he gets closer to you, then you close your eyes and prepare yourself for his kiss when there’s a knock at the door. You let out a small sigh and open your eyes, then you walk over to the door.

“Hi!” Tess smiles, “I’m feeling good enough to go out for a walk. Wanna join?”

“Yeah! Of course.”

No, you don’t. You want to kiss John. But you also need to get the hell away from him right now.

You smile, “Just let me go pee really quick.”

Tess steps into your room and smiles at John, “Hey.”

“Hi.” he nods, then he watches you walk into the bedroom. He follows behind you and leans closer to whisper, “Don’t tell her.”

“I wasn’t planning on it.” you whisper to him, then you hold his gaze, “Are you just fucking with me?”

John smiles as he shakes his head, “No. Not at all. You think I’d do that?”

“I don’t know. Maybe you’re just trying to fuck with me and get the bed for tonight.”

He chuckles at that and reaches up to tuck a fallen strand of hair behind your ear, “No.”

You practically gulp, “I’ll be back in a little bit.”

“Okay.”

You head back out to Tess and smile, “Ready?”

“Yup!”

You walk to the door with her and look over your shoulder at John as he watches you, then you smile softly at him when he waves.

____

and there you have it. was it really enemies to lovers? no, but i warned you lmao. did you roll your eyes when they ran into their exes in ITALY? yeah, same. bc that doesn't make much sense does it? listen, it was like during 2020 which was hell and i was like oh wait i have a silly little idea and wrote this.

at the end of the day, we should never apologize for the things we write (unless obviously it's harmful to people, but you get what i mean). it's a form of art and we should never apologize for being creative.

if you're wondering what happened after she leaves, she spends the day with tess, then she meets john at the continental in rome and they sleep together. idk where i was gonna go after that bc i stopped writing halfway through the smut and it's been untouched ever since lmao. but if i had to guess, i would say they get together and fall madly in love. anyway i hope you enjoyed that silly little thing.

I was looking through your pic where u had all the ideas for story’s written and the enemies to lovers one def should post it

i guarantee it's not at all what you think but yeah, i'll post it! obviously some stuff won't make sense since i literally was just writing it for myself and just skipped certain parts and jumped all around. there's little to no editing in it because again, it was just for myself, but i'll post it sometime in the next week or so! i won't make a separate post or anything i'll just add it onto this one under a read more thingy

[starter-library]

GAME CHANGER THE OFFICIAL CAST RECORDING/ WELCOME TO MOUNTPORT LYRIC STARTERS

FEEL FREE TO CHANGE PRONOUNS/NAMED/PHRASING AS YOU SEE FIT

“And your host, me. I've been here the whole time.”

“Have you ever had that dream where you've been on stage and

you haven't known your lines?”

“It's spring, but winter has left a hint of dew upon the air.”

“The fish are gone. Where'd they go? I don't know, but it's not my job, because I don't write the paper, I just distribute it.”

“That is so funny given what I have next.”

“Ugh, I got a whole batch of nothin’!”

“Fish are all gone! It's just water out there!”

“Did you hear about the fish?”

“Did you hear about [name]? Sorry, your things sounds bigger.”

“Welcome to the mountain slash seaside town of Mountport.”

“Hey, [name]! You're not allowed on the street anymore and you know why.”

“Okay, I guess I'll go back indoors.”

“The mountain’s over there next to the sea. How can that be?”

“What you do is a magic trick.”

“I'm gonna cut this part because it doesn't make me look cool.”

“They said I couldn't play baseball where I come from”

“It's called [town name], you loser!”

“This is my chance, I'll never give up, I'll never yield”

“Extra, extra, midday news! Fish still gone.”

“Oh, haven't seen you around here.”

“You gotta be careful. If you call it something else, everyone in the town's gonna

rag on you immediately.”

“Well, that's not a problem once you see what I can do.”

“Well, there's nothing classic about me except for my spunk.”

“The tuna fish here is beyond belief”

“It tastes real good, but don't eat too much it'll make you throw right up”

“Don't climb up that big ol' tree, a woman lives in there and she is not okay”

“Not like “not okay” like there's something wrong with her she's totally fine, she's just mean maybe evil”

“Don't talk to the woman in the tree”

“Hey, you get outta here!”

“Why do they call me a busker? I don't even know that word”

“You know the legend of the traveling, baseball-playing kid who can change the world?”

“A very, very long time ago a legend was foretold”

“This is when I was younger, but now, now I'm old”

“I said my destiny is to be a woman who is mean”

“I'll be writing this down because I'm a professional”

“I'll be writing these down, Every evil plan that you have said, Tell me about the evil plan that's in your head”

“You're gonna tear her down because you're a professional”

“Tear down a hero is what professional villains do”

“That’s legitimately better than anything I've seen on Broadway in the last 10 years.”

“I do musical theater for the points.”

“I'm so glad we're finally getting out.”

“I had to get away, and honestly, Palm Springs is 110 this time of year and I could not be more thrilled.”

“I need a swim-up bar. I need cards that could catch fire from the sun at any moment.”

“Oh, I'm sorry. They said this car still had an opening, but your luggage appears

to be in every seat.”

“I have a second question for you, pop quiz.”

“I'm here to tell you, the time is now. I'm turning off the lights”

“Ah, looky-here, In old timey speak they say hark”

“I’m showing you the dark”

“It's a ticket to nowhere, your playing days are done”

“Wow, being mean is fun”

“Your dreams are done, I'm sorry, gal, It's the end for you”

“Suddenly a feeling I can guess is destiny- A feeling of fate is bubbling up inside of me”

“There's something about you, I glimpsed it in a tree”

“No one can stop me, not even you, you'll see”

“Getting in my way would be the worst thing you could do”

“Take my guitar”

“Take your guitar?”

“I’m going to business school because business is cool”

“This is really compelling.”

“And everyone says you'll acclimate, I never acclimate to anything in my life.”

“We got to send a card to Ethel, or a fruit basket or something.”

“Would you go half and half on a fruit basket with me?”

“She doesn't like building regulations, so she actively builds it in a way that is not earthquake-safe.”

“Money can buy anything I want.”

“You're really good at getting the word out.”

“We can take it apart beam by beam as a team”

“We'll show her what money can't buy”

“This is nice, it's the most activity I've had in a while.”

“Whoa, well if you're doing something, I'm gonna try and do it better, because that is our relationship.”

“You keep me sharp, bud.”

“I told you this was a ticket to nowhere look what you had to do”

“It's a place where you can follow your dreams. And then think, well maybe I should go to business school, and then realize I could go to business school and follow my dreams”

“Well, if I'm being honest, I never wanted to be mean.”

“You could buy your own ticket to something new, If that's something you want to do”

“I guess money can buy a giant tower, but it can't buy a vocation and a passion”

“Thank you so much for welcoming in a scrappy kid from not here”

“No home run is worth it If you can't run home to a home you love”

“The world is your musical. It's just that your cast is bad at taking direction.”

[amoretsh]

facetime with tom | tom holland

summary:

warnings: none, fluff i guess??

a/n: enjoy!! wrote this back when tom was still filming spiderman, if you have any requests please feel free to send them to me :) also check me out on insta, my user is also amoretsh

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"hey darling, i miss you"

"hi tommy, i miss you too, i wanna cuddle"

"i wanna cuddle too, i miss the feeling of your lips on mine, they long for your touch"

< it was tough doing long-distance, especially during a global pandemic. she would normally go with tom but he didn't want her to get sick. the boy loved her too much. >

"awe baby, i love you, you're too cute"

"i am cute but i'm your cutie"

"i wish i could hug you right now"

"don't worry love, you'll be able to hug me very soon"

"i hope so, well i gotta go babes, my next lecture starts soon"

"okay, i'll talk to you later sweetie, love you"

"love you too *blows him a kiss*"

< y/n looks in the mirror and frowns. she misses her boyfriend. they've been together for two years. she knows that being in this relationship means there will be times where tom has to be away for long periods but it's all worth it. >

~ about a week later ~

< y/n lay sprawled across the couch. the remote in her hand as she decided what to watch on netflix. as she clicked through the different titles she thought about wanting to cuddle her boyfriend. she missed his touch. this made her a little sad. y/n decided to call tom. he answered the phone and she waited for it to connect.  his face appeared on the screen making y/n smile. >

"hi y/n *he smiled, running a hand through his hair*"

"hey tommy, i called you cause i was missing you"

"i'm sorry babe i wish i was there to hug you"

"*she pouted* it's not fair"

"i know baby, but you know i don't want you getting sick"

"yeah i understand love"

"okay so y/n, i have a surprise for you"

"what is it? *y/n asked confused*"

"check the mailbox"

< y/n walked outside and opened the mailbox. inside was an envelope. she opened it and inside was a plane ticket to atlanta, georgia. >

"no, you did not tom. no way! thomas!"

"surprise! hope you enjoy it darling"

"i love it. this is the best surprise ever, i'm gonna go pack now"

"okay love, well i have to get back now anyway so i'll talk to you later, love you"

"love you more"

"love you most"

< y/n hung up the call and plopped onto the couch. she couldn't contain her excitement. "oh my god, i have to go pack" she happily screamed.  >

< about two days later y/n woke up. it was currently six in the morning. her flight was at nine o'clock. she excitedly looked in her closet for a cute outfit to wear. y/n decided on this cute white turtleneck with a somewhat reddish plaid skirt. after getting dressed she walked downstairs and made herself breakfast. her luggage was already downstairs. after eating she finished getting ready and walked over to the door. she grabbed her bags and walked outside to her car. >

< after loading up the car she started to drive to the airport. y/n paid for parking so that her car can stay at the airport while she's away. she put her mask on and grabbed her suitcase before entering. the anticipation building up inside her.  walked over to security and got her bags checked. once that was done she walked over to her gate. it was so much different than normal since the pandemic began. >

< the plane ride was about two hours and forty-five minutes but to her it felt like it was the longest trip of her life. when the plane finally landed a huge smile appeared on her face. she immediately texted tom that she was here. when she got off the plane she looked around for tom. the exhilaration eating at her. when their eyes finally locked y/n felt happy. tom opened his arms wide as she ran to him. she jumped into his arms like it was the last time she'd see him. >

< he inhaled the smell of her. the warm vanilla smell she always had, it warmed his heart. "i missed you so much babygirl" he softly said in her ear. he placed her down and pulled her in for a kiss. there lips lingered for a moment. they've missed the feeling of their lips on one another. "i've missed you too tommy" y/n responded, nuzzling her head into the side of his neck. he wrapped his arm around her waist as they walked out of the airport. she was so happy to finally be with her boyfriend. >

< they got to the hotel and tom helped bring her suitcases up to his room. once they got in the room, tom pushed her onto the bed and y/n giggled. "thomas!" she laughed. she finally felt content and secure. there was no other place in the world y/n would rather be right now then in her boyfriends arms. >

[atinysunbaby]

Meant to be | Choi San 🖤

Warnings : Cursing, violence, mention of rape.

Words count : 2.2 k

Previous 《 Prologue

Masterlist

Chapter 1

Present

My cheeks are burning from the salty tears escaping my eyes. A tightening feeling in my chest growing by the minute. The sobs keep escaping me, making my body move uncontrollably. Chocking from the sharp inhales and shaking from the cold temperature. This moment, forever will be imprinted in my mind. Those images I wish I could forget, unfortunately will hunt me till my last breath.

I suppose it's what most people feel too when they lose their parents. I wanted to deny it, but I saw their bodies. They were cold, bruised, bloody and no longer held any signs of life.

The last time a saw them, I didn't bother much to say goodbye to them. Only telling them to enjoy their little vacation in the woods. I was more exited about being alone then making them know how much I loved them. Now it's too late, I'll never be able to see their faces again, hear their voices, feel their arms around me when I need them the most.

I woke up to my cellphone ringing this morning, answering grumpily, thinking it was my mom who disturbed me from my sleep. It was actually the cops telling me to come to the hospital, but I wish it would've been her instead. I wish she could annoy me every morning now, but it's over. She isn't here anymore and neither is my dad.

I'm in my room, at this moment, crying my heart out. I ran out of the hospital immediately after seeing their corpses. They wanted me to identifie them, but I left with people screaming for me to comeback. I guess they probably know from my reaction, that it was indeed my mom and dad.

People keep calling me on my phone, but I don't answer. I'm laying on the floor, looking at the ceiling, waiting for my sadness to subside. I know that won't happen anytime soon, but it's the only way for me to calm down. Being surrounded by people telling me how sorry they are for my loss. A bunch of fake assholes making me feel even worse about the situation definitely won't make anything better.

Slowly my eyes get heavy, I try to fight the exhaustion but fail miserably. I fall asleep on the cold floor of my room, my window open and the sound of rain filling my ears. All of this crying definitely used up a lot of my energy.

The car crash, I wasn't there and I have no idea of what happened. But I see it, something is in the middle of the road and dad just told mom a joke. They're laughing.. until they hit that thing, an animal maybe. It goes right through the window and kill my dad instantly, but as for my mom. The car rolls off the road and fall down a small cliff. Mom's still alive, she's in pain, blood everywhere, she's crying for her husband to open his eyes and answer her. She keeps screaming that she can't feel him anymore? His presence? Her breathing is getting worse the more she panics. Suddenly the door on her side opens and something stabs her in the chest, putting a end to her desperate cries. Blood is streaming down her chin, her eyes looking directly through mine while she takes her last breath.

I open my eyes to see nothing but darkness. I frantically search for a sign of light, I reach around with my hands. My eyes are open wide and my breath shaky, until my fingers brush against an object. I stop every movement, slowly gripping it and letting a breath of relieve when I realise it's my phone.

I turn it on to see a ton of messages and missed calls. One standing out, my aunts name, my mom's sister. I never talked to her, but mom insisted on giving me her number. I look around my room and stand up to look outside the window, only to notice that it's night time. The reason of the darkness and freezing temperature. I close it and turn the lights on in my room. Then I sit on the corner of my bed and hesitate a few minutes while looking at the screen in front of me. My fingers finaly press on call. A few rings later, Aunt Kath's voice is heard. "Y/N! Y/N is it you?"

"Yes it's me.. why did you cal-" I'm cut off by a loud sob. My eyes widen in confusion, but I soon remember that my mom, her sister is no longer a part of this world. I sigh and wait for her to stop crying on the other side of the line. "S-sweetie- where are you? Are you safe? You're not alone ar-"

"Kath, my parents just died. I'm obviously not partying right now, but I'm okay.. I guess.." She stays silent for the next few seconds, my blunt answer probably wasn't expected, but it's understandable. "Sweetheart-I uhh.. you have no one to stay with right? So.. your mom made me your godmother, i-in case anything happened to her.. will you come live w-with me, here in Korea?"

It takes some time to process what just came out of her mouth, my eyebrows are furrowed. Many feelings are fighting to take control of my body, but the one that wins is frustration. "W-what?.."

"She told me to take care of you if she wasn't there anymore... It was just a precaution, but I guess it really happened." She says with a small voice, trying not to upset me further. Judging from my lack of response, she can tell I'm not that excited about this new information. "I asked you, but it ins't really a choice that you have. It's an obligation, you can't stay alone out ther-"

I hang up, not wanting to listen even for one more second. I need some time to think about it. She's right, I don't have much of a choice. I turned seventeen not too long ago and I don't have any family member here. At least none that I know of. I sigh defeated, once again pressing on my godmother's contact.

She picks up not even a second later, as if she knew I was gonna call her back. She doesn't say a word, waiting for me to start talking. I clear my throat after freeing my lower lip from my teeth. "How will I get there? How about my clothes and everything else in the house? My parents' funera-"

"I'll take care of everything you don't have to worry, just bring the necessary and I'll transfer some money on your account so you can pay for your plane ticket. As for the ride to my house, my boyfriend will pick you up" She spend a whole hour explaining to me how everything will go and I agree after hesitating for a while. If my mom gave Kath the role of godmother, she must trust her. So I will trust her too, anyways I don't really have a reason not to. She's been nice till now and she'll even welcome me in her house, she's taking me in. "Thank you Kath, I really appreciate it. I don't know what I would've done if I was all alone."

Days later

I prepared all my stuff, ready to fly to Korea. It took me a while to accept, but eventually I warmed up to it. It's an opportunity for me, to start over. A new life full of adventure, new environment and culture. I want to explore the world so why not start there.

Unfortunately though, I had to say goodbye to all my friends. We cried and spend the last few days together. We promised to text each other everyday and not to forget about one another. Sad thing is, my friends aren't the only ones I need to leave behind. It's hard to leave the place I grew up in, my house, my neighbourhood, my city, everything.

In a few hours, everything I ever knew will all be in the past. Only the memories will stay, the rest, all gone. So the day my parents died, I didn't only lose them, but my life too. The life they gave me. Now, I have to make a new one, by myself.

Landing in Korea

The flight was boring and quite annoying, I didn't know what to do. A baby cried for what felt like years and a couple had an argument at some point. Then the person next to me started to snore so loudly I thought the plane was crashing. I'm glad to finaly be on the ground, the loud voices of people speaking indistinctly seeming to sooth me from what I went through previously.

I sit on one of the chairs in the airport waiting for James, my godmother's boyfriend. He'll drive me to their house, apparently Kath arranged a room for me already. She doesn't have any kid, so she's looking forward to having me over.

"Y/N!!" I jump from the chair almost falling on my ass. I luckily manage to stay on my two feet and not make a fool of myself. Upon hearing a chuckle, I turn around and see an old looking dude smirking at me, maybe in his late forties. "Umm.. Hi can I help you?"

"James, I came to pick you up remember?" He asks while pointing at himself. I'm still unsure, he's looking at me weirdly. I can feel an odd vibe from him. It makes me feel uncomfortable, but I push it aside and nod before following him.

We enter his rusty jeep, the doors creaking when moving. Despite the outside looking a bit ugly, the inside is clean. The only negative point would be the smell, cigarette and..alcohol? Paying a bit more attention to the smell though, it doesn't only come from the jeep. The man next to me is even worst, it seems that he might shower rarely. Subtly, I bring my sweater paws to my nose, looking outside to distract myself.

"So, Y/N! How you holding up?" His loud and deep raspy voice makes me jump for the second time. I turn a bit a towards him not to be impolite and think before answering him. "I guess it's a bit easier then I expected. I didn't think that I'd feel any better, but after a few days it prove me wrong. But I feel bad, to already move on.."

He hums next to me, nodding his head lazily. I wait for him to add something, but the car is filled with silence. I'm relieved he doesn't speak further, not really being in the mood to have a whole conversation, especially with someone I don't know. So, slowly I turn back around towards the window. My mind drifting to the events that happened in just a few weeks, everything is so fucked up. Fortunately, Kath and James decided to help me.

About an hour past since we came out of the airport. We just entered a forrest, James informed me that it'll take a while still. He insisted that I should go to sleep and when I'll wake up, we'll be home. I ponder for some time, but eventually agree. It doesn't take long for me to fall asleep due to not being able to get much sleep in the plane.

I wake up when the car come to an halt, a man's voice coming from next to me. Curses escaping his mouth, confused I open my eyes. The events from the previous hours coming back to me, tears threatening to escape my eyes. My body shaking slightly from fear, uncontrollably.

The ride was a lot longer then what James had told me it would be and I slept, only to be woken up by a hand covering my mouth. Horrible things happened in that car and it wasn't a nightmare, no mather how much I wish it was one. He said he would tell Kath it took us some time because of the traffic and the airport. Then he threatened to kill me if I open my mouth.

I can't let him see me crying, I don't want him to have another reason to hurt me. Despite being terrified and completely drained from energy, I swallow the bill in my throat and wipe the tears from my eyes. While I'm breaking down, next to me James is whistling and turning the car off. Announcing with a loud scream to Kath that we arrived.

"Omg! Y/N! Sweetie you really are here." Kath comes out of the house shouting happily, her arms open, waiting for me to give her a hug. I rush to open the door, but a hand grabs my arm. His nails dig in my skin and I whimper, both from fear and pain. "Remember. You talk, you die."

He puts my bag in my hand, pretending to be helping me. Finally I escape the horrible vehicle and run into my godmother's arms with a heavy heart. The second she engulfs me in her warmth, sobs spill from deep within me. She cries with me but not for the same reason. She cries because she lost her sister and now I'm here. I, cry because I've lost my parents, I lost my house, my friends. Because I've been raped less then an hour ago. Because I feel completely broken and hopeless. The new life I wanted for myself, only starts with even more problems then I had before.

Next 》 Chapter 2

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It's the annual Spring Carnival at Tanya's school, and she and her friends are buzzing around excitedly:

Delia: "What do you guys wanna do first? Ooh, I know! Let's go sodomize the cornhole board!"

Cassie: "The ring toss game has knockoff Pokémon plushies. You could win a Squartle for just three tickets."

Erik: "No way, the only thing my tickets are good for is dropping Callahan in the dunk tank. Make him calculate the Sine of my knuckleball."

Tanya: "Cool, I'm gonna go grab a snack. Meet you at the tank in ten."

--at the sweets table, Roger is talking to one of the bake sale volunteers--

Roger: "Are the cupcakes any good?"

Girl: (cheerfully) "You betcha! They're gluten-free and topped with a delicious vegan cream cheese frosting."

Tanya: (stepping in beside him) "I hear the brownies are made with extra gluten in a sweatshop full of dairy cows."

Roger: "That so? Are the cows unionized?"

Tanya: "It's a sweatshop."

Roger: "Duly noted." (to the girl) "We'll take two brownies, please."

Tanya: "Thanks, Mr. Berkman. I promise I'll pay you back."

Roger: "You could keep me company for a few minutes while I try not to get chocolate all over my face."

Tanya: "Good thing I keep a pack of tissues in my pocket."

--as they stand off to the side eating their brownies--

Roger: (mouth full) "Not bad for cow labor."

Tanya: "I dunno, it's a little dry. I think I could do a better job."

Roger: "If you're hoping it'll get you an A-plus on the next test, you're probably right. But don't tell anyone I said that."

Tanya: (giggles) "How come you didn't sign up for the dunk tank?"

Roger: "Because my students look like they all have good aim. Why? Did you want to dunk me?"

Tanya: (blushing) "N-No. I wouldn't wanna get your sweater all wet. And then you might catch a cold, and Miss Starkey would have to sub, and she'll just make us watch more boring episodes of Downton Abbey."

Roger: "You know, I voiced my displeasure with her the first time that happened. See if I ever get food poisoning again."

Tanya: "I mean, I guess it could've been worse. She could've had us watch Pocahontas."

Roger: "Or Caligula."

Tanya: "What's that?"

Roger: "Nothing. How was your spring break?"

Tanya: "Good. We ran a week-long campaign in Delia's basement. My character learned how to tame a six-headed manticore. But I'm sure you're not interested in that."

Roger: "I sure am. If you ever wrote a book, you can bet I'd be the first in line to buy it. Would you sign it for me?"

Tanya: "Would you sell it on eBay?"

Roger: "Not in a million years."

Tanya: (smiles) "Maybe someday. But right now I gotta go watch Erik blow his allowance on the dunk tank."

Roger: "Have fun, kiddo. Take a shot at Principal Voores for me."

Tanya: "OK, but if I get detention you gotta promise to bust me out."

Roger: "I'll get my lockpick ready."