#and I listened and I came in and seeing Ben look so genuinely tired and defeated and just hearing my mom talk

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

please do something with peter parker for vday. I miss you writing for him

I started writing this one last year for Valentine's Day...forgive me for the long wait

—

‘’No, you don’t understand, Ned. It needs to be perfect,’’ Peter explained, turning to his best friend for help.

‘’My longest and only relationship lasted about sixty hours, so I’m not really the one to come to for Valentine’s Day gift ideas.’’ 

‘’Uncle Ben always gave May flowers and chocolate.’’ And Peter always tried to steal chocolate from the box. ‘’But Y/N is Mr. Stark’s daughter, I can’t just buy her flowers and chocolate. She’ll think I’m poor.’’ 

‘’Didn’t you tell me this morning that you only have five dollars in your pockets?’’ Ned recalled, taking one of the homemade cookies his lola had put into his lunch bag and taking a bite. There was one for Peter too, but he was too busy worrying and panicking.

Peter groaned and hid his face in his crossed arms, frustrated and desperate. Being broke was a second problem to his Valentine’s Day plan. ‘’What am I gonna do? Valentine’s Day is in two days. I can’t not get her anything.’’ 

‘’If you go back to the roots of Valentine’s Day, it’s about celebrating love. You don’t have to spend money to show someone you love them.’’ Peter opened his mouth, but Ned spoke first. ‘’Even if she’s a Stark and bathes in money,’’ he added. ‘’She didn’t fall in love with you because of your economic status, she fell in love because of who you are.’’

On the big day, Peter set everything up in his living room. May was on a date with Happy, so he had the apartment to himself — until 10pm. He didn’t have a projector, so he made one with a shoebox and a magnifying glass, and hung a sheet to one of the walls to turn into a screen. He made cheese pastas and brought over the single chocolate cupcake he was able to afford. 

He was nervous, constantly checking his phone waiting for your ‘I’m here’ text. When he finally got it, Peter rushed to the door, smoothing his button up and fixing his hair before opening. If he was this nervous for Valentine’s Day, he didn’t want to imagine the nervous wreck he would be at his wedding. 

Not that he was planning on getting married anytime soon. 

‘’Happy Valentine’s Day,’’ you said with a smile on your glossy lips. 

Peter said the words back and let you in, gulping when his eyes fell on the small gift bag you were holding. You set it down on the table to take off your coat and boots, revealing a pink sweater and a sparkly necklace that cost probably more than anything in May's apartment.

You followed Peter to the living room, excitement bubbling in your stomach when seeing the frozen image of your favorite rom-com projected on the wall.  ‘’You made this?’’ 

Peter gave you a small nod. Projectors were easy to make. He learned how in a science book for kids when he was nine. May was so impressed when he showed her his ‘magic box’. 

‘’It’s not much, but—’’ he started to say, but you shut him up with a kiss. 

‘’Stop it,’’ you said, guessing his train of  thoughts. ‘’This is the best Valentine’s Day gift ever.’’ 

You never had another valentine before him — beside the little boys in middle school who sent you cards and heart lollipops  —, but Peter’s gift came from the heart. It was thoughtful and personal, therefore meant a lot to you. 

After eating the pastas, you handed Peter the gift bag. He was nervous just from holding it. 

He slowly pulled out the festive tissue papers and groaned when seeing a red and blue plush toy. ‘’Spiderman? Really?’’ Peter made an annoyed face. He didn't want to come off as ungrateful, but he was getting tired of the jokes with the Spiderman merch he had no control over. 

‘’Press his chest,’’ you instructed, ignoring his complaints.

Peter gave you a confused look, but listened. ‘’I love you, my Spidey,’’ the toy said.

You watched his expressions shift from confusion to surprise, Peter’s eyes widening when he recognized the sound of your voice. A genuine smile spread across his face, the small plush taking a whole other meaning. ‘’That's your voice,’’ he whispered, still holding the talking Spiderman plush. 

You nodded, the sparks in Peter’s eyes telling you that no expensive gift could have matched this one. He was truly touched. ‘’I know you don’t like when I get you expensive things, so I didn’t get you a new watch,’’ you explained, thinking back at the Cartier watch you hesitated on last week. He would have hated it. 

Turning toward you, Peter enveloped you in a hug to properly thank you. 

Your arms wrapped around him in return. ‘’Even when I’m not with you, you’ll always have something to remind you that I love you.’’ 

—

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[lilgynt]

I’m so anxious I’m light headed and on god my respect for high school graham has never been higher Jesus Christ

#personal #I hope that version of me gets my good vibes through the time line or something #I probably got them felt calm and freaked out bc I felt calm #no but it’s been like two weeks in this weird situation at my house and like #I was alright before it happened like I was eating regularly wasnt like on a watch list #had things I throughly enjoyed and shit you know? #plus wasnt off the walls bat shit insane #but high school graham was like today I will have at least 5 anxiety attacks and be actually insane #anyway it’s funny how every bad bad episode with my mom I’m like okay this will never happen again #then it does and I’m like HUH #I had like such a fun day today with Audrey and gg came home and felt CALM and GOOD #and then boom #like I could hear her talking to my brother across the house and she wasn’t yelling I could just hear her #and I listened and I came in and seeing Ben look so genuinely tired and defeated and just hearing my mom talk #and knowing it’s my fault just makes me raw from the inside out #and it’s like okay 🥰 time to dissociate while cleaning for a bit so I don’t do something #and I know! I know she can’t love normally but I still want it and I’m just trying and knowing #knowing she doesn’t get me and actually misinterprets a lot of my actions #and then I get in a loop of trying to understand her and it’s like I think we’re both dead and each other’s hell no offense #but I understand her to a degree and it just makes me want to die #i feel like a cat who doesn’t understand it’s dying and just wants to get away from the feeling but it just can’t #ugh and then I think about the ripple effect of my actions in regards to how my mom treats the house it’s just like #** * *** **** this simply wouldn’t be happening but ofc that’s just crazy talk so it just starts up again #the right answer is to leave get therapy and medicated and try to live my life #with or without her in it. I want her in it but :/ if I try to leave lmaoo who knows #and this is just whining but I’m just not ready? #like I spend most my day lying in bed thinking bout dying cause noises are too much and no one gets it #if I left now well 🤪 #anyway! just gotta move forward to get this bad patch over with #and set up foundations so the next one isn’t as bad!

[dancingamongstdust]

Creepypasta Scenarios - First Meeting (Part 1)

Ben Drowned

You had promised, sworn on your very life, that you wouldn’t laugh. It was an oath. One to be taken very seriously.

“Using your hand to muffle the sound still counts as laughing.”

Part of you felt really bad but that made you snicker even harder. Your best friend, at the very least, did appear extremely shaken about the entire thing. She sat on the edge of the couch with her arms crossed. Dark bags had formed beneath her eyes and her attention seemed unable to stray from the Nintendo 64 that sat between you.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “But you have to understand how this sounds. You’re telling me that you’re being haunted by a literal video game.”

She pulled her legs to her chest. The amount of weight that she had lost recently couldn’t possibly be healthy. “I knew you wouldn’t believe me.”

“Have you considered talking to a psychiatrist?” you offered. “Or perhaps selling this game?”

“He would kill me.”

You picked up the Nintendo 64 and stared at the main menu of the game. It looked pretty normal to you. You fiddled around with the settings to turn the music down. “I really think that talking to somebody about this would help.”

“That’s what you don’t understand,” she said. “I want to stop playing. I want to speak to people but all that he wants is for me to continue trying to beat the game. There’s no way to win! The entire thing is rigged!”

“Have you looked up a guide?”

She groaned. “Nobody’s going to listen to me.”

An awkward silence fell over the room and you shifted around in your seat before offering some coffee. She accepted but the kettle had barely been boiling for a few seconds when her phone chimed happily.

“Oh look, he wants to play now,” she muttered. She thrust the device to you. “Take a look for yourself.”

The notification had come through an app called CleverBot. It was a very simple ‘hi’ message that didn’t really seem all too haunting. You opened it up and clicked around the app for a little. “Looks like just a chatroom,” you said. “Why’d you download this?”

“I didn’t. I just woke up the one day and it was on my phone.”

You closed the app and returned to the home screen. It immediately reopened and the same message popped up again. An identical thing happened the second time. And then again.

“This looks like a virus,” you said. “It’s probably best to uninstall.”

Clicking on the button made the icon disappear for a short while but it was quick to reappear. This time, when the chatroom opened itself, the message had changed to simply say ‘rude’.

You pursed your lips. That was suspicious enough for you to understand her potential worries. “I don’t think that it’s haunted but you should probably take it to a professional to have it wiped or something. And maybe consider less porn in the future?”

Your joke fell flat but it died when the chatbot began typing. Not too long after, another message had come through.

‘I don’t hang out in such places.’

“Can…” you trailed off. “No, there’s no way that they’ve hacked the microphone, right?”

‘Don’t need to hack in to hear what you’re saying.’

The colour drained from your face and you quickly glanced towards your friend. She didn’t seem panicked, even when you showed her the message. If anything, her expression was resigned as though this was a regular occurrence.

You didn’t get too much time to respond when a horrible static sound came through her phone. The screen began flashing and blurry images raced across it. A distorted version of the Majora’s Mask theme song started playing. It felt like your ears were bleeding. Scared, you threw the phone to the floor and, with a shattering crack, everything stopped.

For a while, you stared at it but then she said, “He’s going to be pissed with that.”

There was a chime from somewhere on your right. Your own phone’s screen lit up. Nervously, you reached over to check on it.

A single notification stood there, from an app called CleverBot.

‘You Shouldn’t Have Done That.”

Bloody Painter

The park was busy this time of day and filled with an awaiting audience – whether they were interested in watching the performance or not. Many seemed to appreciate it though, taking the flyers handed out by your group.

It was nearing midday when you ran out of pamphlets. You stretched and pushed your hair away from your face, relishing in the feeling of sun against skin.

Your gaze drifted across the park’s patrons before settling on one that you had been watching since the beginning of your performance. He didn’t look up much. A sketchpad sat on his lap and tousled brown hair hung over his face. You hadn’t caught his attention once but he had certainly kept yours.

“Can you hand me another lot of flyers?” you asked one of the other girls with her.

She handed them over and you put on your best grin before making your way to the tree he was sitting under.

He looked up when your shadow fell over his sketchbook. His work was considerably abstract and nothing that you could identify with ease. There weren’t too many colors though.

“Hello!” you greeted cheerily. “I don’t mean to bother but what did you think of the show?”

He blinked up at you. “I didn’t see it.”

The man was a master of deadpan but you didn’t allow your smile to drop. You lowered the flyer and sighed, “That’s a shame. It’s so rare that we have attractive people at our shows… you should consider coming to our actual performances sometime. Everybody loves musicals.”

He didn’t even react to the compliment. No smirk or even a blush. It was as though you hadn’t spoken one word.

“I’ve seen your face before,” he said. “You do this kind of thing quite often. Don’t you get tired of people staring at you?”

You chuckled. “I wouldn’t be in this line of business if I was too self-conscious. When they stare for too long, I like to imagine that it’s because I’m the most beautiful person they’ve ever seen.” Running your fingers through your hair, you offered him your most dazzling smile. “And if you remember me, that’s a certain compliment.”

“You can take it whatever way you want but it doesn’t mean anything.”

It was tempting to give up. Flirting with cute boys was only entertaining when they responded with… something. This boy just stared.

“So you’re an artist, right? You’d have a good point of view on whether or not I’m actually pretty.”

“My opinions on people are rarely accurate.”

His response made you uncomfortable, though you couldn’t quite put your finger on why. Something of a warning twisted in your stomach. A light had lit behind his eyes but it didn’t seem like something you wanted to tie yourself to.

It appeared it was time to give up your pursuit. “Well, I really should get going. Perhaps I’ll see you at the next performance.”

His eyes drifted to the pamphlet that you held. “Were you planning on giving me that?”

“Offering it but you don’t have to –“

“I’ll take it,” he said, putting down his pencil and holding out his hand. “Your show wasn’t too entertaining but I enjoyed watching the performance you just put on. Rather like a peacock strutting its feathers.”

So he wasn’t oblivious then… just teasing. You had no idea if it showed his genuine interest or if he was merely taunting now.

With a slight scowl, you passed it over. He tucked it into his sketchbook and then closed it, standing up. He was scrawnier than you had anticipated but he still had a considerable height – holding at least a few inches over you.

“Thank you,” you said.

He left without another word. You rolled your eyes and made a point to ignore any thoughts about him for the rest of the day. Perhaps you shouldn’t have given him your information… after all, that flyer had your full name and everything.

And you knew absolutely nothing about him.

Candy Pop

Hospitals were the worst places in the world.

They smelled too clean and looked too false. You generally avoided them as much as possible unless it was absolutely necessary. When a close family member found themselves locked within the walls, unfortunately, it wasn’t possible to stay away.

You wrinkled your nose as you walked into the room. The sterilized smell burnt you.

Most of it was what you had expected but the young, child-like scream made you jump and nearly drop every gift you were holding.

Your aunt jumped up from her chair beside the hospital bed. “What’s wrong?!” she asked, fussing over your cousin.

She was barely over eleven and had badly injured her leg during a biking competition. Your mom had told you that everybody in the family was going to visit her, encouraging you to go together in order to drop off some gifts.

“I’m sorry,” the little girl said quickly. “I don’t like balloons and I thought… it doesn’t matter. Sorry.”

You moved them behind you a little, trying to block her line of sight. “No, no, I should have asked first. You could have been allergic to latex or something and then I’d be feeling really bad about it.”

“She’s been particularly on edge thanks to these awful nightmares,” your aunt explained.

“Nightmares?” you asked.

The little girl seemed pale at its mention, pulling her blanket up to her nose and watching everybody wearily. “They’re just bad dreams,” she said. “You said that they couldn’t hurt me.”

Her mother hurriedly rubbed her shoulder and offered a warm smile. “They definitely can’t,” she reassured.

“Are they about the fall?” you asked.

“Sometimes.”

You settled down in one of the chairs as your own mother began speaking to her sister. They were able to discuss everything from the colour of grass to what they thought would be the best country to live in. You weren’t particularly interested in what they were saying and, after a while of trying to chirp in, you just let the lack of sleep catch up to you.

Your dreams came to you quickly, faster than usual and sharp in an uncomfortable sort of way.

You found yourself standing in a large field. The sky was grey and the grass tall enough to reach your knees. Everything felt bright. It hurt your eyes to stare at anything for too long.

Normally, dreams didn’t feel as such, but you were certain that this was one. There was no purpose to where you were. No inclination to walk in a specific direction or try to understand what was happening.

Just confusion.

You took a step forward and a soft wind wrapped around you. It brushed through the grass, dancing around the trees. Something was watching.

You turned and two, glowing lights floated above the ground.

Slowly, mist gathered around the two spots. As you stepped back, it began to solidify – quickly forming a more recognisable shape. The figure tilted its head to the side and a slight jingling sound filled the air. It stepped forward then and the glow faded from its eyes, revealing just what stood before you.

He was a jester, though certainly more modern than the old king’s versions. Blue hair hung around his shoulders and his entire outfit jingled with hundreds of bells. A smile graced his face and he stepped forward.

You moved away.

His smile disappeared and his eyes narrowed. The mist appeared again and he vanished into it.

You looked around frantically. He was gone. The wind picked up unexpectedly, howling in your ears. You raised your hands to shield your face and something grabbed your wrist. Before you could turn to see, you hurdled away from the meadow and awoke spluttering for air.

“Are you alright?” your aunt asked.

In the corner of your eye, you swore you saw a blue jester but, when you turned to look, he was gone. “Yeah,” you said, rubbing your chest. “Yeah, I’m good.”

Your made eye contact with your cousin and swallowed thickly. The look on her face said it all.

Clockwork

Every night, without fail, you saw her sitting there when you arrived home from work.

She always wore the same thing and, initially, you had thought that she would play on her phone for hours at a time. It didn’t appear that she had a phone, however, as you came to realise. Whatever she was holding was circular and fit perfectly within the palm of her hand.

You mentioned it to the building manager the second time she was there until like two in the morning. He had said that they thought she was homeless but, as far as they could tell, she wasn’t dangerous. You reassured him that your worries weren’t about her presence due to any perceived problem but he had just nodded.

She never moved while she was waiting. Not even to adjust her weight or brush the hair from her face.

A few of your neighbours used the very eloquent reasoning that she was merely crazy.

Occasionally, you heard children from the area parroting their parents. Rumours abound that she was a ghost who would attack anybody if they spoke to her. You scoffed each time it was said but many believed the stories.

You were arriving home late one night when you spotted her sitting in the usual spot. It was strange for you to feel anything beyond exhaustion on the nights when hospital jobs ran too long but this time, a strange anticipation settled itself in your stomach.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “Are you okay?”

Her hair was dirty and her coat looked as though it hadn’t been washed for years. Now that you were close, you could make out what appeared to be dried blood on her shirt.

“Go away,” she said, shaking her head from side to side.

“I have medical experience,” you responded. “And I know some good places to stay in the area. I can –“

“Good for you,” she sneered. “Leave me alone. You’re going to make me miss it.”

The object she was holding was an old pocket watch. It looked like something you would find in an antique store and pay insane amounts of money for. Though, it didn’t appear to be working. The clock hands sat at a set time and didn’t move in the slightest.

“I want to help you if that’s okay,” you said.

She forced out a laugh that sounded as though it physically pained her. “You want to help me?!” she cackled, throwing her hair over her shoulder. “Isn’t that sweet.”

You stumbled away from her and clasped a hand over your mouth. Her face…

Her mouth was torn to pieces, jagged cuts that ripped through the skin there and had been crudely stitched back together. But that wasn’t the worst. No, the worst part of it was her left eye that had a pocket watch shoved into the socket and forcefully stitched there. The injury flared red with infection and pain.

“What’s wrong little doctor?!” she cawed. “No longer feeling like saving the poor girl you found on the side of the road?”

You steeled your resolve and straightened. “I’m still willing to offer help if you need it,” you said in your strongest voice. “That injury is severe and needs attending to if you want to save the eye.”

The eye was definitely gone and she knew it as well, scoffing at your offer. ���No chance of that. Why do you people like pretending that you care?”

“I do care.”

She responded with a mocking expression and stood unexpectedly. “Sure you do.” She tapped the front of the pocket watch with her nail. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to get to work. I nearly missed it thanks to your nagging. I’ll see you tomorrow, doctor.”

And she marched off into the night.

Dark Link

The vase that you were holding was beautifully polished and almost brand new. As you lifted it, something rattled around within.

“Why are you selling this for such a low price?” you asked.

The woman was middle-aged with a falsely high voice and bright, darting eyes. “It was a gift,” she said. “But I decided against keeping it. I wasn’t sure how low the price should be but it’s not like I’m losing any money.”

You decided against buying it, thanking her and walking away quickly. While you were looking through a few pieces of jewelry, your arm was grabbed and a small object pushed into your chest.

“Here you go!” you friend chimed. “Consider it to be a late birthday present!”

You took the game cartridge and examined it closely. “Zelda, again?” you asked. “I’ve already tell you that –“

“Yes, yes, I know that they’re not your thing but if you haven’t tried all the games then how are you meant to know there isn’t just one that you like?”

Sighing, you took the game and dropped it into your purse. It was dirty and definitely well used. A bit of black paint flaked off on your fingers.

Another game for you to keep in your cupboard and not look at again until months later when you were asked about your opinion on it. It wasn’t your fault that you didn’t have the console you needed and the simple answer of ‘just buy one for cheap’ wasn’t always available.

But in the coming weeks, you quickly realised that this wasn’t just another game.

At first, the things that went wrong were too minor to even pay attention to. Electronics started breaking frequently until the point where you had replaced your stereo twice in a week and no longer had a television. After that, you started feeling sickly and uncomfortable whenever you were in the house. A feeling of imposing nature settled upon your shoulders.

You spent more time away from home, staying away for as long as you could. When you tried to dogsit for your brother, the pup wouldn’t even enter the house.

It was late at night when you woke up in a cold sweat. Nausea coiled in your stomach and your heart was beating at the speed of light.

At first, you had no idea what had woken you.

And then you heard the rattling.

It was coming from the next room over. As though somebody had taken hold of your desk and was shaking it as roughly as they could.

You scrambled for your phone but it wasn’t there. It was sitting in your office.

You took a deep breath and slowly stepped from your bed. Your head felt fuzzy, as though you weren’t able to wake up properly. Every step was slow and lethargic.

Stumbling toward the door, you gingerly grabbed the handle. As you opened it, your mind caught up with your body and you remembered that you shouldn’t just burst in on a potential invader.

But it was too late.

The person, for it had to be a person, stood in the middle of the room. Its body was so dark that it blended in with the shadows surrounding it. Two bright red eyes shone, illuminating enough that it showed some of the creatures ashen features. It had sharp features that were definitely human. Though as you stared at it, you knew that it was anything but.

It smiled and began turning into small squares, pixelating into the air and disappearing into something behind it.

You flicked on the light as fast as you could but it was gone. Sitting in the middle of the desk, the black cartridge seemed to emit its own darkness.

Dr. Smiley

The building was beyond restoration, crumbling and derelict. You were sure that it hadn’t been occupied for at least a decade. Perhaps even longer.

For months now, you had been going through the motions to have everything approved and organised. You had gotten clearance, hired the workers, discussed things with any neighbours, and even paid extra for the best machinery to get everything done quicker.

And now they were refusing to do anything.

“I’m sorry, and I will compensate for the time wasted, but my men are saying no,” the on-site manager said. “I know you’re not from these parts but we’ve always known there’s something wrong with this building. Rumours and superstitions abound and I wouldn’t blame my men for not wanting to anger a ghost.”

“They’ll be pissing off something far worse than a ‘ghost’ if they continue refusing to even go in there,” you snapped.

He glanced towards his workers and rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ll see what I can do.”

Once he left, you turned your attention to the house. Why anybody would have wanted a house in this location was beyond you but now that you had inherited it, you could see potential.

Although the entire place was probably crawling with all manners of disgusting flora.

Perhaps you could use that to get the health counsel to do the job for you.

They will still talking and you could see the weariness on their faces. Sighing, you stalked your way to the front door and pushed it open with one hand. It creaked with the effort.

You stood with your hands out towards the men. “I’m going to walk this entire house!” you called. “And if your ghost doesn’t accost me while I’m there, then I’m going to be expecting you to all get on with it, alright?”

Nothing immediately jumped at you when you entered. The door struggled to open and it swung shut on its own accord. If that was the haunting that they were talking about…

A roach skittered along the floor in front of you, darting under a derelict sofa stained with an unknown substance. Several of the windows had been broken so it wasn’t surprising to find that graffiti and markers had been used to etch various names into the walls.

You walked through a destroyed kitchen, passed a bedroom with a smashed crib, and even kicked open a door that led to a filthy storage room.

No ghost jumped out at you.

Problems started presenting themselves when you walked down one of the hallways and pushed open a bedroom door. The entire room felt set apart from the rest of the place with almost-new curtains that had been drawn shut. Blankets covered the bed, dirty but still there. You immediately thought somebody may be squatting there but your concerns changed when you noticed the wall.

Black mold. It crawled its way up the side, covering most of what had once been white wallpaper. You brought one hand up to shield your mouth and stepped out, slamming the door closed.

If there was an infestation then you had to get the health department immediately. This was –

Your thoughts were interrupted by something grabbing you. Panic filled your mind as a sharp weapon was pressed against your throat.

“Well now, I just know that you don’t have an appointment,” a voice said close to your ear. “I don’t like trespassers.”

Thinking on instinct, you threw your head backwards as hard as you could. There was a satisfying impact followed by a loud yelp of pain. The weapon around your throat moved away so you kicked the guy in the shin and bolted for it.

The house felt bigger while you were running but nobody came after you. You didn’t hear any footsteps or other sounds of a chase.

Bursting through the front door, you winced at the bright light. The house hadn’t seemed nearly that dark until compared to the outside.

You collided with one of the workers in your rush and nearly knocked everybody to the ground.

“What’s happened?”

“It was that ghost, I’m telling you.”

“We warned her, boss.”

You cleared your throat and straightened up, making eye contact with each man individually. “There is no ghost,” you said. “Only a squatter who I shall deal with using police force if needed. However, I do believe any construction will have to wait because I saw an excessive spread of black mold within the house.”

They all spoke amongst themselves, discussing options. You glanced back to the house and allowed your attention to find its way to the bedroom window. Though fleeting, a masked face peered out at you from within.

Eyeless Jack

In many ways, what happened that night was your boss’ fault.

Having just finished working a double shift that ended at almost 1 in the morning, you were exhausted upon returning home. You walked past the neighbouring apartment with only one thought on your mind – sleep.

It was then that you heard a thump coming from within the house, followed shortly by a muffled scream.

Tired, you had to pause to register what was happening and, by the time your brain caught up, your heart was in full-on panic mode. You slowly reached into your pocket and dialed the emergency number as slowly as you dared, whispering into the phone and being reassured that a police presence would be arriving shortly.

Your neighbour was a young man though, just out of rehab and beginning to make his way through life. The longer you stood and waited for the police, the guiltier you felt.

So you reached into the pot plant and pulled out his spare key. After a short while of building yourself up, you unlocked the door and crept inside.

It was dark with the outside world shrouded via heavy curtains. You could barely make your way through the unfamiliar apartment and you didn’t dare turn on the light. Damn, you were extremely tired.

Part of your brain suggested that you had imagined the whole thing. It was a byproduct of a sleep-addled mind or something. That would be embarrassing to explain to the police and to your neighbour. Would you get charged for breaking and entering or could you blame it on your tiredness?

Your doubts didn’t get much further than that because somebody grabbed you from within the room.

A horrible iron-filled scent attacked your senses as you took in the bedroom. It looked like your neighbour was tied to the bed though he wasn’t moving. Somebody stood behind you, their breathing heavy and their grip strong.

They pushed your wrist closer to your back, preventing you from wriggling free of their grip. A blade, small and yet sharp, pressed against the side of your throat.

“Trying to play the hero, are we?” snarled a voice. “Have you called the cops?”

The blade pressed against your skin and you quickly spat out a yes.

“Probably right before you came in, if not earlier… I’d have enough time to kill you but then you’d be an absolute waste. Nowhere to stash a body around here and they’d comb the entire area if you were missing…”

“I didn’t mean –“

You were shoved forward before you had a chance to react. In the dark, you couldn’t make anything out and you hit the wall unexpectedly. Now, far enough away, you turned and tried to make out the face of your assailant. He melded in with the shadows and you ran your fingers along the wall until you found a light switch.

The lights flickered on and you gasped.

He wore a dark blue mask, a black ooze dripping from the eye sockets and onto his hoodie. There was no reaction to the lights. Not even a blink.

“Don’t you want to beg for your life?” he asked. “The other one pleaded nearly constantly until I shut him up.”

“You killed him…”

“He isn’t dead, just unconscious,” the man scoffed. “I try to avoid killing them, if I’m able to.”

“The police will be here soon,” you warned.

“Oh I know. That’s the only reason that I’m leaving this very minute.” He made his way over to the window, never turning to stop facing you. The bedroom window slipped open without a sound and he began climbing out. “I’d keep my doors locked if I was you. Plenty of unsavory characters live in these parts.”

And just like that, he was gone.

Glitchy Red

Your younger cousin squealed excitedly, holding the game to her chest in joy. “I love it so much!” she said. “I can’t believe I used to think Pokémon was for babies. At first when the music randomly cut out, I did think it was super weird but I’ve gotten used to it now.”

“I don’t think it’s meant to do that,” you chuckled. “But cheap versions, you know?”

It was good to see that your last-minute gift hadn’t gone to waste. You had been worried that the present’s fun would be lost on your video game-hating cousin but she had actually decided to give the game a shot. Now you had somebody in the family to speak to which was extraordinarily exciting.

“What are you meant to say to Red when he asks you whether or not he’s a joke?” she aske unexpectedly. “I know that if you say no, he goes away, and I’ve been too scared to try the other option.”

You frowned. “I don’t actually remember that part of the game.”

“Really? But it happens so often.”

When she realised that you really hadn’t encountered anything like that in the game before, she told you to wait a minute and came back with her game.

“There was one around here,” she said, loading in. “Just give me a second and I’ll find it.”

You stayed much later than you had originally intended to that night. The two of you played through a lot of the game, waiting for the moment when Red would break the fourth wall and demand to know about your opinions on him.

It never came.

The game ran incredibly smoothly. It was quite odd. There weren’t any hiccups along the way nor horror-style glitches. The music didn’t even cut off which was apparently rare accourding to your cousin.

After a while, she sighed and handed it to you. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why it’s not breaking. I’ll go make us some food.”

You continued playing while she was gone, enjoying the memories that came with the game. It was as fun as you remembered until about five minutes after she left. The music just shut off unexpectedly and, no matter what you did, it refused to come back at all. Any other sound effects worked fine though.

“So you’re just programed to break when only one person’s in the room?” you joked.

Perhaps that was a bad choice.

Unexpectedly, a loud static erupted from the console, so ear-aching that it felt like your ears began to bleed. The game took on a horrible red tint and Red appeared on the screen, a dialogue box appearing beneath his blackened form.

AM I A JOKE TO YOU?

Horrified, you immediately shut down the game and threw the cartridge as far away from you as possible. You raced at full speed into the kitchen, nearly knocking several things over along the way.

“You have got to throw that game,” you wheezed.

“What? Why?” she asked.

“There is something really fucked up with that game…” you said. “That thing with Red is absolutely not meant to happen. It felt like he was staring into my soul. You have to throw it out the moment you can. I will buy you another one but do not keep that.”

“Oh, alright,” she said, seemingly confused but nowhere as shaken as you were.

A faint static came from the living room, sending shivers down your spine.

Hobo Heart

Tears flowed down your face despite your best attempts to remain composed. “I’ve known for a while now,” you managed to say.

Your ex-boyfriend seemed shocked, though not entirely upset about your admission. “How long –“

“Since last week,” you said. “Though I’ve heard it’s been going on for considerably longer.”

He shifted his weight and took a deep breath. You recognised this behavior from the past, already hearing the words you knew were coming. The apologies and the false regret, the promises about not doing it again, and then the eventual guilt-tripping. If you heard the latter, you weren’t sure your resolve would hold.

“Goodbye,” you said firmly.

“Wait!”

You ignored the calls, making your way home at a steady place. A few people offered you concerned looks so you rubbed away the tears and took a few deep breaths.

Several months of your life had been completely wasted. You had put so much time and energy into a person who didn’t care one ounce about you.

Just great.

You turned onto your street and made your way to the house across from your own. The woman who lived there was always busy and she only came home to feed her dog before disappearing again. Thankfully, she trusted you to spend time with Bruno.

Bruno came racing over to the gate and jumped up for head scratches. He was a beautiful Afghan Hound with a dark coat and bright eyes.

“At least I know that you’ll always be by my side,” you said, running his fingers through the dog’s fur.

A tear slipped out and you quickly rubbed it away. You dug around in your bag and took out a couple treats, offering him.

A second bark brought your attention to the street.

Standing there, a small white dog with a scruffy coat stared up at you. It looked friendly enough and, after cautiously checking it out, you crouched down and gave it a treat.

“Hello,” you cooed. You gave the pup a few scratches and smiled. “How are you doing, hm? No collar? But you must have an owner because your coat is all groomed and soft. Did you get out or slip your leash?”

You looked around the streets to see if anybody. Nobody jumped out so you gave the dog another treat and brought it into the garden with Bruno to protect it from cars.

The two barked and played with little issue and you messages friends and family about the events of the day.

It was about half an hour later when the air was starting to get chilly. You stood and the small scruffy dog began barking excitedly. Its tail whipped through the air and it jumped up against the fence. A man wearing a white hoodie was standing down the street. You glanced at the dog, scooped it up and made your way to where he was.

“Excuse me,” you said. “I think that I found your dog.”

He turned to look at you and you startled slightly at his rather unusual face paint. A white skull was painted onto his face, similar to something you would see at a college convention.

He glanced down at the happy dog and sighed. “So that’s where he got to.”

“I’m sorry if you were looking for him. I took him off the street to protect him from any cars or anything.”

“It’s fine. He always shows up eventually,” the guy said. “You can just put him down. He’ll follow me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

Then he turned and started walking away. You hurriedly put the dog down and it immediately bounded after him, falling into step directly beside him. They disappeared around a corner and you returned to your own house.

The day had gotten much warmer suddenly.

#creepypasta #scenarios #ben drowned x y/n #bloody painter #clockwork #dr smiley #eyeless jack x reader #hobo heart #dark link

[heytherejulietx]

hey! i don’t know if i sent this before but could you write a richie x reader where reader protects the losers from bowers? and she gets injured but doesn’t show it until she passes out?

bowers - richie tozier

↳ i hope this turned out alright for you nonnie! 🤍

↳ content warnings - violence, bullying, injury mention, blood, swearing, sex jokes, aged up losers.

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y/n decided that she absolutely detested her english teacher.

it was one of the last days of school before summer, and yet she’d been kept back for an extra hour to tutor some asshole in her class who hadn’t even been bothered to read their set text for that month (to be fair, richie also hadn’t read the text, but she supposed he wasn’t as much of an asshole because she loved him. boyfriend perks or some shit. and she also wasn’t staying back to tutor him, too). so whilst the rest of the losers had been let out of school she had to wait until she could catch up with them after. so she hated her english teacher and by extension the idiot that she had to tutor.

she’d had one good tutoring experience, and that was because richie genuinely needed help writing a history paper. it was only good because they got ten minutes in before they forgot the essay completely and ended up making out in his bedroom for the rest of the “tutor session”. richie had said they spent their time well and he didn’t regret it when his paper was graded poorly, and y/n smacked the back of his head. it was his fault they ended up making out in the first place. obviously.

so when four o’clock rolled around y/n left the practically empty school with a scowl on her face. her bike - usually surrounded by the bikes of the rest of the losers - stood alone as she walked towards it and unlocked the bike chain before she got on and rode off away from the school. richie had said to find them by the clubhouse, but as much as she loved him, she took stan’s word that they’d probably be by the local park instead. stan usually had the best idea of what was going on.

after a little while of peddling through derry y/n found herself approaching the park with a sigh of relief. she was tired and honestly wouldn’t mind listening to richie and eddie bickering like an old married couple for the next however long. she’d have preferred it to tutoring the asshole. though as she came to the edge of the street she screeched her bike to a stop, spotting the losers on the other side of the street with bowers in front of them.

from where she was stood she couldn’t quite hear what was being said, but she could see richie stood right in front of bowers yelling something about “shouldn’t you be off blowing your cousin” and beverly stood beside him, hands on her hips as she glared bowers down. bill was stood behind richie, trying (and failing) to get him to back down, with eddie on his other side with an inhaler in hand. stan stood shuffling on his feet nervously beside mike, whilst ben was keeping an eye on beverly.

y/n got off of her bike and stood it up against the wall of some building beside her as she frowned at the scene. she hurriedly searched henry’s hands for any sign of his knife and was thoroughly surprised when she didn’t see it. until she noticed it peeking out from his back pocket.

memories of seeing ben’s scar on his stomach for the first time made her glower at the back of henry’s head, angry at the thought of him hurting any of the other losers again.

she spotted an empty glass bottle on the floor and without thinking lifted it up and hurled it through the air towards bowers. it shattered against his upper back and the shouting went silent as they all turned to face her, bowers with a murderous glare on his face.

“hey bowers!” she shouted, hands on her hips, matching bev’s stance. “what’s it gonna take for you to chop that mullet off, dude? shit’s fuckin’ ugly man!”

although y/n wasn’t completely alike her boyfriend (mostly in the sense that she could calm down if she wanted to, and richie was constantly at a state of maximum energy at any given point) they were alike in their mannerisms if y/n really got going. she maybe even had bigger balls than he did, as stan once pointed out. she didn’t shy away from conflict - she probably ended up making it worse sometimes, to be honest.

she didn’t look away from bowers but she could feel eight pairs of eyes on her. though the death glare that she was defiantly staring back at was definitely the strongest. she’d maybe even be a little bit scared if she wasn’t too pissed off to care.

as bowers started crossing the street towards her, shouting nasty and horrible things her way, y/n sent a look towards stan and bill and nodded in the opposite direction. they needed to get the losers away before it kicked off with bowers, because she knew that richie and bev would be eager to get themselves involved too. the whole point of distracting bowers was so they wouldn’t be.

stan and bill had hands on the other losers arms, and from where she was stood she heard something close to “she’ll lose him then meet us around the corner“. once she was sure that the boys had it covered she faced henry again, stepping back a little as he got closer though she didn’t lose her glare.

“what the fuck are you playing at?” bowers spat, stopping directly in front of her. she could see small shards of glass sticking in his hair and inwardly smirked to herself.

“the bully act is a little old, isn’t it? you’re pathetic.” she stood her ground with as much ferocity he had, momentarily forgetting about the knife he had, though it was quickly brought to her attention when it was taken out of his back pocket and the tip was pointed at her.

y/n stumbled back a little on instinct, though tried to keep her stance the same. bowers was slowly closing in on her - she only had so much pavement left behind her before a wall. though just as he raised it to send a slash her way, she spotted blue lights in the distance and smirked.

“i’d watch it, bowers,” she nodded in the direction of the sheriff’s cruiser, knowing fully well that his father was in the car. “wouldn’t want daddy catching you with a big-boy blade.”

the cop car drove right down their street and past them, and y/n thought that it would be okay to turn and walk away with a final gesture of her middle finger his way.

big mistake.

she got a few steps away as the cruiser went down the street, though she didn’t take into account that bowers might come at her again. just as she glanced down the street, wondering what side street the losers could have taken to get away, she felt a hand grab the strap of her backpack and yanked her backwards onto the floor, winding her with a wheeze as she landed on the pavement. as she tried to forcefully drag in a breath of air she could see bowers towered over her, blade still in hand, and panicked. he had a fucking knife and she was laying on her back, defenceless.

her hand reached out beside her to grab the first thing she could on the floor and when her fingers circled around one of the larger shards of glass from the bottle she threw mere minutes before she swiped at him with it, taking his moment of leaning back away from it to scramble up to her feet.

“the fuck is your problem, man?” she wheezed, still somewhat winded, now sounding like eddie. she could feel her heart beating out of her chest, almost painfully thumping against her ribcage.

instead of an answer bowers pushed her back again and she landed on the floor once more, the shard of glass falling from her hand. breathing through her teeth, knowing she didn’t have enough time to stand up again since bowers was so close, she rolled onto her stomach to reach and grab the shard of glass, planning to turn back towards bowers to defend herself.

y/n misjudged how long that would take, because before she could turn back around she felt a sudden pain to the back of her leg, along with the sound of her jeans tearing. fuck, did he cut her? if he did he probably didn’t do it very deep because it didn’t hurt terribly bad. y/n still yelped in surprise, though, and kicked him away before she got to her feet again, glass in hand again.

the knife he was holding was coated in blood and it made her feel sick to stare at him, a sadistic fucking smile on his face. y/n would honestly rather have tea with michael meyers over that.

thinking on her feet she threw the glass at him and managed to hit him in the face. bowers groaned in pain and immediately covered the spot with his hand, and y/n wasted no time in turning to run away from him.

through being winded twice the drags of air she took in were audible and wheezy, hurting her throat and chest with every intake of breath. she debated on tackling eddie for his inhaler when she saw him. her shoes slapped against the pavement loudly as she ran down the street and down the first alleyway she saw, hoping the losers were somewhere close. she could already feel herself tiering, and she didn’t want bowers catching up to her again when she had less energy. she’d be much worse off.

thankfully the losers were quite literally right in front her, as when she had turned to run down another side street she collided with richie and almost sent them both tumbling down, if not for mike and ben who managed to hold the both of them up.

“fucking hell-“ she was still wheezing, gripping onto richie’s ugly shirt in tight fists once she was back on her feet. “are you guys okay?”

“we should be asking you that, holy fuck,” richie’s eyes were wide as he held onto her arms to keep her steady. “you sound like eddie.” he added, ignoring the complaint behind his back at the comment.

with richie keeping his hands on her arms bev rubbed her back from where she was stood on her left side, eyes kept on her face. y/n had momentarily forgotten about the cut on her leg because the rush of adrenaline she was feeling kept her from noticing it, and she was wearing black jeans so the blood wouldn’t really show on the material.

“i’m okay,” she nodded, breathing slowly but surely becoming an easier task as she continued to hang off of richie’s shirt, which he seemed like he didn’t mind. “i’m fine.”

“badass taking on bowers like that,” eddie commented, earning a chuckle from the rest of the losers. “i don’t think anybody else would have actually done it.”

“hey!” richie complained, turning to face eddie though he kept a hand on y/n’s arm. “i totally could have done that.”

“no offence rich, but i do have bigger balls than you.” y/n poked him in the chest and earned a playful glare in return.

as richie and eddie started arguing like usual y/n blinked a few times. the adrenaline was wearing off, and the supposed scratch on the back of her leg grew more and more painful the longer she stood there. she grimaced, eyebrows furrowing slightly as she inhaled deeply through her nose. the back of her thigh felt oddly warm, like warm water was running down her leg, though she immediately dismissed the idea that it was blood. no, she’d know if it was that serious. she couldn’t have run all that way with a deep cut in her leg, could she?

“y/n?” she blinked a few times and looked up, meeting stan’s concerned gaze in front of her, soon followed by the rest of the losers taking suit. “are you okay?”

“yeah,” she exhaled deeply, attempting to step forwards, though the movement was so wobbly that immediately richie grabbed one of her forearms to keep her steady. “just peachy, stan-the-man. i think i just need to sit down…” she attempted to step forwards again, though this time the wobbling was more prominent, and she fell right towards stanley as her eyes rolled back.

-

“fuck!” richie had immediately reached forwards in the attempt to catch her before she fell on stanley, and with the help of stan and mike he managed to lower her to the floor.

“oh my god!” eddie was shrill with panic, taking in worried breaths already. “bowers killed y/n!”

“she’s not dead you fucking idiot!” stan yelled back, though his face was pale with worry too.

richie tried to block the bickering out when bev and mike joined too as he crouched beside her, hands a little shaky as he tried to check her over for any injuries, ben doing the same from where he stood. he couldn’t see anything, though a puddle of blood forming underneath her left thigh spoke for itself, and immediately he was panicking too.

“fuck! eddie her leg!” richie was shouting too, hoping eddie knew something about what the fuck was going on due to his extensive medical knowledge.

eddie crouched on the floor beside her leg, gritting his teeth to hold back the willing heave from the sight of blood as he tried to see what had happened. with the help of bev who lifted her leg up, eddie gasped and almost made richie go into cardiac arrest.

“what?! what is it?! is her leg falling off or something?!” now he was sounding like eddie.

“bowers cut her-“ eddie almost heaved again though swallowed it down to speak again. “it’s bad. she needs to get to the hospital she’s losing a fuck ton of blood.”

“fuck-“ richie felt nauseous with worry, and his hands shook as one moved to her cheek, shaking her slightly as if she would wake up. when she continued just to lay there he pulled off his shirt with trembling fingers and leaned over her body towards her leg. “she needs something tied to stop the blood flow, right?” he spoke quickly as he looked up at eddie, who had his hands clamped over his mouth as he tried to keep from throwing up. “RIGHT?” he yelled, impatient.

eddie nodded frantically as his hand dug into his fanny pack for his inhaler and richie wasted no time in wrapping his shirt around her leg, and tied a knot tightly above the cut, not bothered by the blood staining it. once it was tied beverly lowered her leg back down to the floor.

all of the losers had the same sort of expression on their faces; shock. whether it was shown through wheezing like eddie or standing as still as a statue like stan, they all had the same almost ghostly look to their expression.

“there’s a phone booth down the street, i’ll go call an ambulance.” bev announced before she took off running in the direction of the phone.

richie sat back on his heels, pretending his hands weren’t stained with his girlfriends blood as he took her hand and sat it in her lap. he could feel his heart thumping against his ribs and just prayed that the ambulance would get there soon.

-

y/n blinked almost furiously under the sudden harsh light, it hurt her head to look at it. the bed she was laying in was uncomfortable and the room smelt like disinfectant. eddie better not have cleaned my room again, she thought. the last time he had done it was because she had a stomach bug and “the germs could spread and get everyone sick!“, so she didn’t see why he had reason to do it now.

once her eyes had adjusted to the brightness of the room she glanced around and was suddenly taken aback by where she was; the hospital.

y/n immediately sat up, suddenly wide awake, though she flinched when she felt something grab her hand and turned to see what it was, thoughts of bowers and his blood-coated knife flashing in her mind. though she relaxed slightly when she saw richie sat there instead, his hand over hers.

“it’s not even summer yet and you’re already having adventures. look at you go.” his teasing voice filled the room, though she could see in his eyes that he wasn’t completely carefree like usual.

y/n smiled a little as she leaned back against the pillows of her bed and shrugged. “what can i say? i’m just way cooler than you.” she teased as she moved her fingers gently against his to link them together.

richie scoffed in mock offence though a moment later he’d leaned forwards, his other hand over their linked ones. “you feel okay?” his voice was soft and genuine, a tone she only ever heard from richie when they were alone.

she blinked a few times at the question, and suddenly the pain in her leg had registered and she winced. “my leg hurts.”

“i’d expect so after bowers fucking sliced you open,” richie grumbled. he looked angry and concerned and different. y/n rarely saw him so serious. “when i see him next i’m going to kill him.”

“no, rich,” y/n shook her head, frowning a little as she squeezed his hand a little firmer. “i’m okay. just leave it. it’ll get worse.”

richie sighed though nodded, his gaze focused on their interlocked hands. y/n waited another moment before she shuffled over on the bed (and grit her teeth to suppress the grunt of pain from moving her leg, which richie picked up on anyways) before she pat the bed beside her and tugged on richie’s arm. “in.”

“not the first time you’ve said that.” richie snorted as he stood up, and let go of her hand so he could climb onto the bed beside her. once he had settled comfortably against the pillows y/n tucked herself into his side, and closed her eyes once her head had dropped against his shoulder.

after a moment she could feel the tips of richie’s fingers dragging up and down her arm, tracing invisible patterns along her skin. his lips pressed to the crown of her head and in return she gently left a kiss to his collarbone with a quiet hum, though kept her eyes closed.

“you didn’t have to put yourself in harms away for us today,” richie mumbled. “i totally could have handled it.” he added jokingly, not able to stay serious for long.

“oh i’m sure,” y/n smirked slightly before she shook her head and sighed. “i saw the knife in his back pocket and thought of ben and what he did to him. i couldn’t imagine him doing that again to any of you. i’d do anything for you guys,” her voice was so soft it was almost a whisper, and when she looked up richie was already looking at her. “especially you.” she added, almost silent.

richie brought his tree hand up and brushed some hair out of his face as he looked at her, surprisingly not cracking a joke or even a smirk that time. instead his expression was soft; a rarity for sure. his gaze softened and he had a half-smile that made y/n almost swoon, despite being in a hospital bed.

“that means a lot,” richie told her genuinely. “i just don’t like seeing you get hurt, doll.”

“i know, but i’m okay.” she insisted, sitting up a little against his side as she looked at him.

“you’re almost okay,” he corrected, as his fingers tapped against the thigh of the leg that was hurt. “just don’t throw yourself in front of bowers for us again, okay?”

“‘kay. promise.” she smiled, and her eyes closed shut again when richie pressed a soft, loving kiss to her lips.

“as much as i’d love to enjoy this moment,” richie pulled away, his usual smirk back on his face. “eddie is probably outside going through his third inhaler, and stan’s hair probably dropped out from stress.”

y/n laughed and shook her head, though she knew richie really wasn’t far off.

almost as if the losers had heard them, the door opened so quickly and with so much force that it slammed against the wall beside it, revealing (surely) eddie hugging his inhaler and stan looking sick with stress, followed by the other losers.

“yo stan, you look like you just saw under eddie’s mom’s skirt.” richie called over, and immediately eddie was cursing at him as he stepped forwards.

y/n giggled to herself as she tucked against richie’a side, watching the usual bickering start up again. back to normal, she thought to herself.

#amber’s writing #richie tozier #richie tozier imagine #richie tozier fanfiction #richie tozier it #richie tozier x reader #richie tozier x you #the losers club #the losers club x reader #eddie kaspbrak #beverly marsh #stanley uris #bill denbrough #ben hanscom #mike hanlon #it chapter 1 #it chapter one #it imagine #it fanfiction

[in-tua-deep]

au where five found out about vanya's powers in the apocalypse? Like maybe he found Reggie's book or he saw the eyes of vanya's corpse?

oh man like. that would be interesting to be sure, if Five managed to find Reginald’s book in the apocalypse

(He doesn’t read it at first, not for a few months after he finds it. He opened to the page that detailed Reginald’s experiments with how long Deigo could hold his breath in clinical unfeeling words and has to put it away while he breathed - not too deeply though, he didn’t want to breathe in more ash than necessary)

But he eventually does. He sits Dolores up and rages and vents to her, cursing Reginald’s name with every new sordid detail, every new terrible sin he now knows to hurl at Reginald’s feet. He reads no great loss under his section and he’s too dehydrated to weep but something breaks inside his chest nevertheless

(He’d never thought that dad loved them, not really. He might have hoped, back when he was little but he knew better now. He was thirteen, old enough to know better. But he’d at least thought that dad found them useful. 

Five had tried to hard, trained so much, been so adaptable. Even then he was no great loss.)

Five finds out from Reginald’s book about Ben’s death. Cold words that describe the way his brother died. Reginald seemed to care more about Ben’s death than Five’s presumed death, but that could be becuase Ben’s power was always bigger than Five’s. More violent. More efficient. Of course Ben was a greater loss, Five’s power wasn’t even inherently useful for fighting.

(Klaus’s power wasn’t useful for fighting either. Reading Dad’s dismissive words calling Klaus a failure makes him bristle. Reading about Reginald locking Klaus away in the mausoleum for days make Five want to hurl the book against the wall.)

Finding out about Vanya is - it’s weird. Vanya was always so ordinary. He loved her of course, for fucks sake he was the only one who cared to interact with her half the time. He loves all of his siblings but he has no illusions about how casually cruel they could be to one another.

But he reads about her powers and clenches his fists and wonders what Reginald would have done if Five had stayed, if Five had kept on his path of rebellion. Would Reginald have drugged him, too?

(Reginald had the power to take their powers away. Five wonders what Klaus thought when he found out, if he had cursed and sworn and raged at the man who watched his son suffer and turn to drugs to deal with seeing things no child should ever see. Reginald had the power to help, and he tortured Klaus instead.)

Because - of course Five assumes that they know. He reads Vanya’s books as well when he comes across it, tucking it into his wagon. He wonders when the truth came out, because the rage that drips from those pages is very real. Vanya doesn’t mention her powers in the book of course, but she would have been what, in her 20s when she wrote it? 

Vanya said in her book that she left home at 18, which means she’s had years to get the drugs out of her system and discover what their father had taken from her. Did she think that they knew? That they had kept it from her? Is that why the pages of her book drip with bone deep hurt, making Five’s fingers shake with the ache of them

(Or it could be the hunger, a now constant companion)

Five keeps both books close, even though he wants to vandilize Reginald’s book half the time. It’s strange to see the insight on them and their powers from the perspective of a scientist, odd to see the written results of the torture they went though

(He almost rips the page on the effects of electricity on his warping powers out on principle, but he just ends up curled around Dolores as he trembles involuntarily at the memories)

Five has so few belongings when he is recruited to the Commission, or at least has very few personal ones. He leaves Dolores behind in the apocalypse with a heavy heart but she’s too big to take with him. Too big to hide.

(Five always learned to only take what you can hide, because what you can’t hide will always be used against you.)

He tucks Reginald’s notebook in the waistband on his pants, the hard edges against his back a constant almost reassuring pressure. Vanya’s book gets pushed into one of his deep pockets. The glass eye gets shoved into his sock the same way he used to hide scavenged bills and quarters he would then place beneath the floorboards of his room

(He wonders absently if his money stash was ever found, but it doesn’t really matter now does it?)

He goes through the Commission with the knowledge that he has a bomb hidden away. As much as he keeps the notebook around out of a sense of sentiment he knows he doesn’t want it to fall into the hands of the commission, doesn’t want them to have this dissection of his powers on hand

(he has so little of his siblings left, just the bitter words of Reginald and Vanya both - the irony is that no matter how much Vanya extolled being excluded she had constantly been by Reginald’s side to write down observations, listening to his words, by his side more than any of them. sometimes he reads Vanya’s vicious words and hears the echo of their father in them. It makes sense. He still hates it, just a little bit)

He writes his equations into Vanya’s book instead of Reginald’s. He doesn’t like to read the red book, only opens it to look at the photos included so that he won’t forget what his siblings look like, tries to ignore the words that detail exactly how much force it takes to pop Luther’s bones out of his oh-so-durable joints

He solves them one day, or at least comes close. Closer than he ever had before, and he figures why not? Time for another little experiment. Who knows? Maybe he’ll add this one to dad’s book.

He pushes, and pushes, and then he falls and he’s in a courtyard he hasn’t seen in decades staring at people he hasn’t spoken to in just as long. He looks at them all with wide eyes

(He looks at Allison and hears his father’s clipped tone stating how Allison in improving at overriding survival instincts, he looks at Luther and hears Vanya’s childish voice accusing him of caring more about being a hero than anything else in his life, including his family, he looks at Klaus and sees a face covered in ash and blood with unseeing eyes)

He looks down at himself and sees smaller hands with smoother skin, absent of the burn marks from the variety of fires he’d set in the apocalypse, absent of the crooked knuckles from when he’d crushed two fingers in some rubble trying to get to a can of food, absent of the cracked and brittle nails from malnutrition and food issues

“Shit.” He says, with feeling.

He can feels the press of the glass eye against his leg, the solid weight of Vanya’s book in his pocket, the edges of Reginald’s notebook digging into his skin as he hauls himself off the ground and into a standing position.

They have a family meeting in the kitchen.

Sort of. Five flits about, snagging bread and peanut butter and marshmallow fluff from the cupboard to make himself a sandwich, trying to avoid looking too desperately eager. He hasn’t had his favorite food in so long that the anticipation is actually insane.

“What’s the date?” Five asks, and learns that he doesn’t actually have all that long until the end of the world. But hey, it’s doable. Probably. Unless the reason the world ended was like, political nuclear war or something? But there would probably be survivors of that somewhere, so it was more likely something bigger scale.

(It has to be something he can stop, or this was all for nothing. He refuses to believe he doesn’t have a chance.)

“Cool, so like, the world is ending.” Five says, because why the fuck not? He has all his siblings in one room (except Ben, he has failed Ben, will always have failed Ben because he’s a coward who couldn’t return to a time when Reginald Hargreeves was alive) and he has Reginald and Vanya’s words pressed into his brain, “We have eight-ish days to fix that.”

“Five, what the hell are you talking about?” Luther demands.

Five waves his hand, “Dad sucked, I time-travelled, the end is nigh. I figured even you could grasp that.”

(His eyes ghost over Luther, skittering about the room. He can’t look at Luther’s body without remembering the cruel diagrams pain stakingly inked into the book as Reginald grumbled about failed experiments.)

“You went to the future?” Diego says, voice full of doubt that make his voice harsh. It’s so much deeper than when Five left, no more of the cracks of puberty.

“No shit.” Five says, and he’s so tired. “I was in that hellscape for forty-five years.”

“Forty-five years?” Diego squawks, as though he’s personally offended.

“That would make you... fifty-eight?” Luther’s voice also has doubt in it, and Five can’t really blame him looking at his squishy little barely teenage body.

“Dad was right,” Five manages to get out without gritting his teeth, “Time travel is a crapshoot and sometimes your body does fun and wacky things on you, blah blah blah trees and acorns.”

“Prove you’re from the future!” Klaus demands, eyes bright as he leans across the table, “What’re the lotto numbers, baby brother?”

“I think they’re ‘fuck you the world had already ended by the time I ended up stuck there,’ Klaus.” Five says, mock thoughtfully before tearing off a chunk of his sandwich.

It tastes like ash and peanut butter. Only Five’s genuine trauma regarding food waste and the fact that most things tasted like ash in the apocalypse have him still chewing his food and swallowing.

“Rude.” Klaus says, making a ‘blat’ noise in disappointment.

“Dad’s rich as fuck, wasn’t him kicking the bucket essentially like winning the lottery?” Five points out, and this time it is Luther squawking at him in disapproval.

“Don’t talk about Dad like that!” He demands, and Five has some more uncharitable thoughts about the way Luther’s arms flex just a little unnaturally underneath that big trenchcoat.

“I like this version of Five better.” Klaus declares, looking like Christmas has come early.

“Dad was murdered and you guys don’t even care.” Luther spits out, looking very offended.

“You were murdered and I care very much about that.” Five retaliates, and the entire kitchen goes quiet.

“Can you elaborate a little, Five?” Allison says, ever the diplomat.

(That’s a lie. Allison started more fights than Diego, probably. She just got caught way less often.)

“Well. I mean, I dunno if murdered is the right word considering everyone was dead. You might have just been collateral damage, who knows? Does murder imply intent?”

“Everyone was dead?” Vanya says, voice very quiet.

Five shrugs, then nods, then shrugs again. He doesn’t like thinking about it. “Yeah, but that’s not going to happen this time.”

“I don’t have time for this nonsense.” Luther mutters, and Five valiantly tries to ignore him. 

“Five, are you - are you sure you’re alright?” Vanya’s voice wobbles and she looks like she wants to reach out and hold him or something ridiculous like that. She looks at him with big sad brown eyes, “Dad did say that time travel could... mess with you a little.”

Allison nods and oh, Five does not have time for this bullshit. 

“I have proof.” He says, and he reaches back and pulls out Reginald’s red notebook and slams it onto the table.

“Is that Dad’s - ” Luther cuts himself off, looking at the notebook with wide eyes.

It is very clearly beaten up to hell and back. Ash has stained the edges of the pages grey and there may or may not be a gouge across the front from a near miss with a bullet while working at the commission. It is a book that has clearly been through hell.

Five also dig’s Vanya’s equally beaten up book from his pocket to dump on the table as well, equally stained with ash and barely held together after being read over and over again for decades, including being used as a notebook in the final years.

(Vanya lets out a little gasp, hand flying up to her mouth with the knowledge that at least one of her siblings read her book. Certainly not the one she thought it would be.)

Five reaches into his sock to pull out the glass eye triumphantly, setting it down on his small stack of treasures.

“What the fuck?” Diego is the one to ask.

“If I time travelled from that day in 2002 to right now, how the fuck would I have Vanya’s book?” Five says triumphantly, “It came out in 2015.”

“Why do you have an eye?” Allison sounds slightly horrified.

“It’s the key to figuring out who caused the apocalypse.” Five says, turning it over in his hands, “It’s gotta have something to do with it at least.”

“Why does he have Dad’s notebook?” Luther demands, sounding equally outraged.

“Found it.” Five shrugs, like the little scavenger he is.

(Emphasis on little. His suit still almost fits, and reading the numbers in Reginald’s notebook versus seeing how fucking tall all his siblings got in person is frankly unfair.)

“Oh my god, okay.” Allison says, throwing her hands up in the air like they’re all nuisances. It’s a familiar Allison look, and Five actually feels a little soothed by the memory. “So the world is ending, Five is back from the dead, and our only clue is a goddamn eye?”

“I was never dead.” Five points out, “But basically, yeah.”

“I don’t have time for this, I have to get back to my daughter.” Allison says, shaking her head.

“I mean if you want Claire to live I would think stopping the apocalypse would kind of be a priority.” 

This draw Allison to a halt from where she’d been gathering herself to leave, “You... know her name?”

Five makes the executive decision to not mention the torn out magazine cover featuring his sister and niece that is pressed between some of the pages in Reginald’s journal. “I’d like to meet her one day.”

Just like that, Allison has been won over.

“Do you think it has something to do with whoever murdered Dad?” Luther asks seriously, even if the question makes Diego groan like this is an argument they have had before.

“Who knows?” Five shrugs, “But if we’re splitting into investigation teams, I call Vanya.”

Vanya startles from where she has been sitting quietly, “Me?” She asks, eyes wide.

“Yeah.” Five nods, “I mean, with Ben gone you’re probably the team’s heaviest hitter.”

“What?” Several voices ring out in confusion.

Five blinks, a little confused himself. Unless - “Wait, did you never train your powers?”

“Five,” Vanya says slowly, like she’s explaining a simple concept to a particularly dim child, “I don’t have powers.”

This was - this was unexpected. Why did he not think of this explanation? It’s just - he has now known about Vanya’s powers for like way longer than he hasn’t. It’s almost second nature to think of Vanya as having powers by now. And she doesn’t know.

“Oh boy.” He says, picking up Reginald’s notebook, “This debriefing may take a bit longer than I first thought. Oh, and at some point we should probably cut the tracker out of my arm as well.”

“The what out of your what?”

Yeah the day doesn’t really get much better from there.

#the red book au #five finds reggie's journal in the apocalypse #and so he is very familiar with his sister's powers!! isn't that fun #he's also like 50% more spiteful because actually Fuck Reginald Hargreeves #he is the president of the Dad Sucks Club #because he has the notebook he's been essentially planning his apocalypse game plan for years #with the power of strategy and knowing his siblings powers inside out #or at least to the extent reggie understood them #so he's much more MISSION REPORT when he gets to 2019 #time to debrief the squad on what the fuck is up #five lets the cat out of the bag so early lmao #fuck u leonard #five: haha yeah i want vanya on my team so i can see her sick ass powers in action #the family: her WHAT #five: *surprised pikachu face* #five has spent so long in the apocalypse with dolores who knows what he is thinking #that he struggles with the concept that people don't know what he knows sometimes #me pointing at vanya's book and reginald's notebook: there are both traumatizing to read #Anonymous #long post #far tua long

[pretend-writer]

This Is How I Disappear (Hargreeves x sibling!reader)

Summary: Realizing how much of a bad father Reginald is, Y/N finally stands up to him. 

Pairing: Hargreeves x sibling!reader

Title Reference: This Is How I Disappear x My Chemical Romance

Word Count: 1.2k words

Warning: neglect, swearing

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Not a day went by where I wondered how my real parents were doing. If they ever thought about me or hoped I was leading a good life. Reginald never told us where we were really from, he refused to tell us any information.

All he told us was that he adopted us to become one big family. That turned out to be a lie considering the fact that this stupid mansion never felt like home nor was anyone living here my family.

We trained, fought bad guys, studied and maybe had half an hour of free time to talk to our siblings. Our life was controlled by this crazy man for his fucked up experiment.

I never asked to be born with powers, this life wasn't what I wanted at all. I wanted to go to school, have crushes, gossip about stupid things with my friends like a normal kid.

Being controlled about my powers and my life by some stranger that doesn't love me wasn't fair. I knew it was hopeless to think that my parents may want me back or maybe even regret giving me away but dreaming about that possibility sounded better than being stuck in this loveless mansion.

Everyday I hoped to have the courage to talk to my siblings about all of this, wishing to have a normal life or joking about running away. I knew that if I even brought up the idea, they would've made fun of me; They were just different from me.

The other six seemed to enjoy being superheroes and saving lives. Being the city heroes, flashing a smile and waving to the camera. Sure, it felt accomplishing doing the right thing and fighting the bad but was it something I wanted to do for the rest of my life?

'Number Eight, I suggest you stop playing with your food and get to eating. You will lose your dessert privilege.' Reginald yelled from across the table.

I had the worst day in training, my powers were drained and it was just so hard to focus. Maybe the will and motivation was just not there anymore, there were no more reason for me to try.

'Sure, I don't care.' I mumbled under my breath. It didn't matter if Reginald heard me or not, I was at a point where nothing mattered to me.

'What did you say?' I knew he heard me, Reginald was just going to get mad so I never understood why he asked again.

Standing up from my chair, I looked at him dead in the eye. 'I don't care about some stupid dessert.'

'You better watch your tone young lady.'

My siblings all had their eyes widened; Not only were we not allowed to talk at the dinner table, raising our voice at Reginald was something we thought we'd never see.

As tired as I was of our dear father, I never thought there would be a day where I stood up to Reginald let alone scream at him.

'Either Number Three has rumored you to be utterly stupid or you suddenly have Number Four's power and is possessed by a psychopath. Cut it out this instant.'

'I don't need powers to tell you how bad of a father you are.' I clenched my fist, 'Do you ever think about how I feel? Wait a better question is: Do you even care?'

Reginald stood up quickly, shaking the tables as the plates and silverware clinked against each other. The rest of the siblings flinched as our father shout angrily. 'I advise you to think about what you want to say next, Number Eight.'

'Avoiding the question, hmm I see. So you want me to obey your orders but when I ask you a simple question you can't answer?'

'Number Eigh-'

'What? I just want to know if you genuinely care about us?' There was not a day where I care about this man, I have no good memory of my childhood. But for some reason, I had tears forming under my eyes. 'Did you ever, ever love us?'

Maybe deep down I always thought there was a small chance of Reginald actually caring about us. Perhaps he did love us, it was just that he didn't know how to act on it. Maybe he was just a bad parent not knowing how to show love.

Reginald and the rest of the Umbrella Academy just stared at me, funny how we were supposed to look out for each other out on the field but none of my siblings had my back now. It wasn't like I had formed a genuine relationship with my siblings anyway; they were an experiment to our dad's little project also.

'It's okay, I hate this family. I never loved being here, I'm just used for your amusement right dad?'

It was mind-boggling how all Reginald wanted to do was boss us around but this time, he didn't say a word. Not that anything that came out of his mouth would've stopped me from leaving this family.

‘Y/N, maybe you need a bath? Perhaps I can read you your favorite book?’ Grace said sweetly, it made me sad that she was so sweet to us yet she wasn’t real. Robot or not, she was caring than anyone I’ve ever met.

‘I’m fine, mom. Thank you.’ I smiled lightly, I knew that that wouldn’t mean anything to her; She was a machine after all.

I took a good look at Reginald again, he didn’t move a muscle nor did he try to speak a word to me. As I chuckled lightly, shaking my head. ‘Goodbye dad.’

‘You come back this instant!’ Reginald yelled, chasing me as I stomped my way towards the front door. I could hear the rest of my siblings running after us, mumbling amongst each other.

Turning around, I glared at father and put my hand in front of me. My power to manipulate physical action made Reginald stop immediately, causing him to scream even more. ‘You do not walk away from me Number Eight!’

‘I’m done listening to you. I’m done being unhappy in this stupid house!’ Motioning to zip his lips with my hand, my power caused him to keep his mouth shut. I looked over my siblings who all stood next to Reginald. I never used my power on them yet they froze in place, worried and scared for me. ‘Are you guys going to try to stop me?’

Luther bit his lips, shook his head as he stared at me seriously. Diego snickered, ‘Do whatever you want, you’re not going to survive a single day out there alone.’

‘Diego!’ Allison bickered, hitting him on his arm.

‘You’re just a kid, you know?’ Five cautioned, spoke to me as if he was over me as always.

‘As long as I’m away from here and out of this family, I don’t care.’

Klaus, Ben and Vanya looked at me with a sad face, it was as if they felt sorry for me. At this point, I didn’t even care if they worried for me. All seven of them never had my back, even until now.

‘Even with the lack of respect and love between us, I do wish you guys the best.’ I glanced at Diego, nodding to him as I acknowledged him. ‘Even you, Diego.’

Reaching over for the front door, I looked at my family one more time. Leaving this dysfunctional, insane family would be the best decision that I’ll ever make. No other words were shared between us. it was just me walking out the front door and never looking back.

#tua oneshot #the umbrella academy one shot #tua fic #the umbrella academy fic #hargreeves x sibling!reader #hargreeves x sister!reader #luther hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves x reader #allison hargreeves x reader #klaus hargreeves x reader #five hargeeves x reader #ben hargreeves x reader #vanya hargreeves x reader

[giggles-and-freckles]

febuwhump day 6: insomnia

It wasn’t the first night this had happened, but it was the first time he decided to do something about it.

A short walk around the Temple. That was it. Just enough to tire himself out and make the fall to unconsciousness a little easier than it had been in the past few weeks.

Anakin hopped out of bed and shoved his feet into the nearest pair of shoes. They were mismatched and he was pretty sure they were both for a left foot, but it didn’t matter. Obi-Wan wouldn’t be there to roll his eyes anyway.

As Anakin walked through their shared common room, he shot a glance toward his Master’s room. The door was slightly open, but the lights were off. Obi-Wan must have gotten hot in his sleep and cracked the door. Anakin didn’t know how; this place was kriffing cold.

In his three months at the Temple, he’d managed to successfully learn the layout of most of the facilities. And even found a few favourite locations to hide away when he wanted to work on his droids or skip a class (like Music and Culture...it was always Music and Culture).

He headed straight for the gardens. They’d be colder than the Temple at this time of the night, but he’d be able to put up with it for the sake of some fresh air.

Except–as he stepped around the large columns that led toward the large courtyard, he heard a voice. Anakin stopped behind one of the towering ceramic poles and listened.

“–and he wouldn’t want that for you, anyway.”

A woman’s voice, accompanied by a light static overlay. A hologram.

Anakin’s eyes widened at the voice of the reply. “You didn’t know him like I did.”

Obi-Wan.

The woman chuckled on the other side of the hologram. It was a sharp sound, cutting and quick. But genuine and warm, all the same. “I knew him better than I would have liked to. I still hear his snoring when I close my eyes at night.”

Anakin snuck a glance around the column to see his Master, across the garden. He was kneeling on the ground, away from Anakin with a large book at his side and a small holo-projector in his hand. The Padawan could just make out the shape of the woman being projected. Young, elegant, beautiful.

But not like Padmé, with her long dark hair and warm, brown eyes. While Padmé seemed to take on the royalty because it came with the politics, this woman looked regal through and through. Like she was born to rule.

“I can’t hear him,” Obi-Wan said quietly. “I’ve tried and tried, but the Force, it–I don’t know, Satine. It’s not right. It’s disappointed in me. He’s disappointed in me.”

“That’s nonsense,” she said with a confidence that made Anakin want to move closer. He stayed pressed against the column. “I don’t claim to understand the Force, but I know you, Ben, and that...that’s ridiculous. He would be so immensely proud of you.”

Obi-Wan’s head hung, giving Anakin a clearer view of the woman. “I wish that were true.”

“Obi-Wan,” she sighed, uncrossing her arms and stepping closer to the recorder. Her feet went out of the shot and she moved her hand up in some sort of reach motion before shaking her head and dropping it back to her side. “You can’t keep doing this to yourself, my dear.”

He ran a ragged hand through his hair. “I don’t know how to stop,” he said in a voice so quiet Anakin almost stumbled over himself in his strained efforts to hear.

“The Healers at the Temple–”

“They don’t know,” he said quickly.

Anakin could see the woman’s features sharpen. “Why not?”

“Because I haven’t told them, Satine! Obviously.” Obi-Wan snapped. A deep, shaky breath. Anakin noticed his shoulders hunch a bit more. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“Your health is no more or less important than the boy’s. I know that’s not what you’re conditioned to believe, but you are important, Obi-Wan. You must take care of yourself.”

The boy’s. They were talking about him.

“I can’t do both.”

“Obi-Wan Kenobi,” the woman said firmly, but not unkindly. “You are the strongest man–the strongest person I know. You absolutely can.”

He released a pitiful chuckle. “You always had more faith in me than I had in myself, Satine.”

“And that’s why I l–” She stopped and the hologram blurred briefly, as she shifted. A split second later and she was back, poised and even-faced. “That’s what makes you so very good, Obi-Wan.”

“Thank you,” he whispered. “For your kindness and for...” He chuckled lightly. “For always answering my calls.”

She smiled. “I wish I was there.”

“Me, too.”

“Get some sleep, my dear Obi-Wan.”

A deep breath. “Until next time, Duchess.”

She disappeared from Obi-Wan’s hand and Anakin froze. He should go, he should leave, he should run, because now that Obi-Wan was done with his call, he would be walking Anakin’s way soon. Rounding the corner and spotting his Padawan mid-espionage. 

But something tugged in Anakin and rooted him to his perch behind the column. He kept his eyes on the back of his Master’s robes and waited. Instead of getting up and leaving the gardens, the Jedi only hunched further into himself, dropping his head into his hands. 

He looked broken. Anakin tilted his head and frowned, considering the situation. Finally, he nodded to himself with finality. 

Yes. He could do the mending.

febuwhump 2021 prompt list

#febuwhump2021 #obi & ani #the early years #obitine #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #satine kryze #sw fanfiction

[mk-tozier]

BRAT| RICHIE TOZIER X READER

@softbumble asked: I was wanting a smut with Richie x quiet reader where the reader is acting like a brat and Richie decides to teach them some manners.

17-18 years old or whatever age you want idc lmao

I’m sorry if this is bad or not what you wanted, I’m also gonna be kinda slow on requests, I’m trying the best as i can. Also sorry if its short or kinda rushed I’ve been kinda busy!

It’s kinda bad and very repetitive. Thats on me tho cuz its rushed. Again sorry if this is not what you had in mind. I was also writing this with the IQ of 2 because my brain was not working after taking a 1 hour and a half science test and then a math test right after so please excuse the absolute chaos this writing is.

warnings: smut, language, slight choking, degrading, teasing, fingering, overstimulation, idk man’, unedited as hell

I sat in Bill’s living room, next to Richie, sitting on the couch. An hour before me and Richie were at home, fingers tangled in each others hair, He trailed kisses down my neck, leaving hickeys and love bites on my neck as he played with the waistband of my underwear, teasing me and rubbing my clit through it. Then we got a call from Bill asking to hangout and Richie being Richie said we’ll go and left me unsatisfied. So now i was stuck on the couch, bored and horny. “why do you look so upset y/n, did something happen?” Ben asks. “No I’m just tired, thats all.” i said sweetly, but shooting Richie a glare. He smirked, before looking back at the tv which was playing some movie that i had no interest in. Bill and Stan were setting things up, getting snacks from the kitchen, board games from the closet, getting things together. I wasn’t exactly sure what we were doing but we were waiting for them to finish up.

Stan came into the living room, placing a bowl of chips onto the table. “Heyy stanny boyyyyyyyyyyy” I giggled, i have no idea why but i made myself laugh. “hey Y/n” He smiled. “you’re my twin” i say. “how so?” he asks, seeming genuinely interested in what i had to say. “We’re both quiet, sassy, funny” i stop to send Stan a wink at the word ‘funny’ “and cool people” I smile brightly. “i agree” he shakes his head, smiling. I look over to see a annoyed Richie. Hes very easy to make jealous, thats whats fun about him. Stan walked out of the room to continue helping Bill. “flirting with another guy” Richie muttered to himself, in a growl. I put my hand on Richies thigh. He looked over at me. “what’re you doing?” he growls again. “nothing” i shrug. I lay my head on his shoulder.

time skip

i layed with Richie comfortablely, My hand still on his thigh. The boys finished setting everything up, putting on ‘The Goonies’. I moved my hand higher up Richies thigh, closer to his manhood. I looked up at him, Richies jaw clenched. “Richieeee” i whined into his ear. “what?” he replies. “i need youuuu.” i whine again, kissing his neck. “wait until we get home” he mutters. “but i need you now” i brush my hand against his clothed dick, feeling it harden a bit. “baby pleaseee” “I said wait until we get home” Richie growls into my ear. I huff but listen to him, keeping my hand on his thigh. He moves my hand off his thigh and onto the couch. I huff again, annoyed, hes being no fun. I wait a few minutes before putting my hand back on his thigh. “princess, stop it” he whispers into my ear. I ignore him, moving my hand closer to his manhood. “if you dont stop I’ll have to punish you” he growls. I stop moving my hand, leaving it directly on his hard-on. Richie keeps his eyes on the tv, jaw clenched and anger in his eyes. Just what i wanted. I began to palm Richie through his joggers, causing his breath to hitch. He grabbed my wrist, moving it away from my pants. “I just remembered i told my parents that I’d have Y/n over for dinner, they love her so they insist in inviting her to dinners. they’ll kill me if I’m late so we gotta go” Richie says to the losers, they nod understanding. He pulls me through the living room and out the door, shutting it behind him. “what the fuck was that?!?” Richie growls. He gets on his bike, i get on the back, wrapping my arms around him. “answer me” “its your fault, you said we could go to Bill’s, maybe if you werent such a tease then i wouldnt of done what i did” I snap back. “Acting like a brat now, are we?” he says, pedalling faster

When we arrived to the house Richie threw his bike to the ground on his front lawn, he dragged me inside, the door unlocked. Richie pushed me against the wall, attacking my neck. “Made me lie to the losers because you were so needy” He mumbled against my neck. “Needy slut can’t even wait until we get home” Richie says before beginning to suck and lick at my soft spot. I moan from the unexpected contact. “you like that? hmm?”  i nod my head. Richie trails down my neck, kissing my cleavage, his hands roam under my shirt. “Rich, not here” i gasp. “Its my house, we can fuck wheverever the hell i want” He grumbled. Richie picks me up, walking up the stairs, continuing to attack my neck with hickies. He pushes open his bedroom door, kicking it closed when we enter the room, throwing me on the bed. Richie quickly takes off his shirt, throwing it somewhere, revealing his pale skin and skinny frame. He walks over to the bed, getting on top of me, arms on both sides of my body. Richie takes off my shirt, throwing it behind him. He kisses around my bra and down my stomach, kissing the skin right before my shorts/skirt, leaving hickies along the way, getting closer to where i needed him the most. “Rich, please” I whine. “please what? Use your words” “i need you, please” i whine again. “bad girls dont get what they want, beg for it.” He growls into my ear, the raspiness of his voice and the lust in his eyes made me want him more, a wetness pooling in my underwear. Richie unclasped my bra, attacking my breasts, licking and sucking at one nipple as he fondled with the other breast. “please Richie, i need you inside me so bad, your fingers, your tongue, anything, i just need you. so, so, so bad Rich” I beg. “such a needy slut, you’ll use anything to get off, won’t you? so desperate for my cock, huh” Richie kisses down my stomach, removing my shorts/skirt. “you’re so wet for me. you’re my little whore, just begging for my cock.I barely touched you and you’re all riled up?”  Richie smirks.  

He puts his thumb on my clit, rubbing me through my underwear, i moan, satisfaction running through me. Richie rubbed my clit slowly, applying pressure. “please Rich, please i need you inside of me.” I whine. “Such a impatient needy slut, can’t wait to feel my fingers inside of you, falling apart just from a little touch” He pulls down my underwear slightly, blowing air onto my clit. “such a little whore, all soaked” Richie pushes one finger into me, thrusting slowly, i moan loudly, before biting my lip. “faster Rich please” i let out quickly. He speeds up his pace, lifting himself to my lips. Richie connects his lips with mine, kissing me softly, sometimes he can’t help himself and he’ll kiss me softly or passionately, he’ll never admit it but he has a soft spot. Richie curls his finger, hitting a different angle, causing me to moan into the kiss. “you like that? hmm?“ I nod my head moaning, my hips buck, the familiar pit in my stomach growing, i clenched around his finger. Richie enters another finger, thrusting quickly. My hips buck again, i moan loudly, letting my hands go to his hair, tugging. “fuck, rich im gonna cum” i whine, clenching around his fingers. I feel my release pulsing through me. Richie pulls his fingers out, i whine, annoyed. “riiich” “Bad girls dont get to cum” He says before licking his fingers. “you always taste so good princess” Richie connects my lips with his once again, shoving his tongue in my mouth, sucking on my bottom lip. He pulls away, lowering himself. Richie licks a stripe up my pussy unexpectedly. “Rich!” i squeal. He swirls his tongue around my clit and down to my slit. Richie licks my clit slowly, holding my thighs. I bite my lip, holding back the sounds. He begins speeding up the pace, drawing little circles on my thighs with his fingers.

Richie starts licking slower before sucking on my clit, i cover my mouth, whining. Richie sits up, grabbing my hand. “let me hear you, dont cover your mouth. i want everyone to hear what a slut you are, let them know that you’re mine” He says before lowering himself, beginning to suck on my clit again. “Rich! Fuck!” i gasp, causing him to suck on my clit faster, i could feel the pit in my stomach growing already. My hips bucked into his mouth, i tugged on his hair. “Richieee baby im close” i groaned. He sucked faster, licking at my clit, swirling and moving his tongue. My hips bucked again as i let out an aspirated moan. “I’m gonna cum, fuck” i moaned, Richie pulled away quickly. “Riiiich.” I whine. “I told you, bad girls dont get to cum” he leans over me, arms on both sides of me again. “Maybe next time you’ll learn your lesson, flirting with Stan and acting like a brat? You had it coming” Richie whispers into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “Needy slut” He mumbles. He connects our lips once again, my hands travel to his hair, playing with it. Richie grinds against my heat, groaning into the kiss,his hard on rubbing me through his joggers. “Rich i need you, please. I know I’m a bad girl, please i learned my lesson, I’ll behave i promise”

“Yeah? You want this cock? Huh?” “Yes. Please richie.” “Good girl, begging for me so well. You’re gonna behave?” “Yes i will.  i promise rich. I’ll be patient and i wont flirt with anyone, I’m yours and only yours” Richie groans. He gets off the bed, taking offf his joggers, his dick clearly showing through his boxers, is it up, helping him remove them. “Eager brat” Richie chuckles, he crawls onto the bed, pushing me onto my back. He looks up at me, his tip nearing my entrance. I nod, letting him know to go ahead. Richie slowly enters me, groaning, his precum leaking into my entrance. “So wet and warm for me” he groans. “Rich” i plead. Richie starts to thrust into me slowly, i moan, finally getting the pleasure i wanted. “Can Stanley fuck you this good? Huh?” Richie picks up the pace. I shake my head, whining. “Does his dick fill you up like this?” “N-no only you do.” I gasp. “Who’s are you?” He thrusts faster, groaning. “I’m yours Rich, only yours.” Richie groans again, he leans over, sucking on my neck, leaving dark purple bruises. My back arches and i moan loudly. He hovers over me again. “You’re mine” his words made the pit in my stomach grow, Richie puts his hand around my neck, making me moan. “You like that? You like when i choke you like the little toy you are.” He growls. I whimper, nodding my head. “You like using my hand as a necklace, hm? You like when i use you as my little sex toy?” Richie groans, i moan, his words sending me over the edge, my hips start bucking as i clench around him. “Are you gonna cum, princess?” I nod my head “yes richie. I’m gonna cum, please let me cum” I whimper again. “Go ahead doll, cum for me, cum all over my cock. I wanna see you” He whispers into my ear, completely sending me over the edge, making me cum harshly, my vision blurred from all the pleasure hitting me. “AH! RICH!” Richie chuckles,  kissing my cheek. His fast pace continues, the grip on my neck loosening a bit. “Rich.” I whimper. “You wanted my dick, you’re getting it. You’re gonna take it until i cum, is that alright?” I nod, moaning from overstimulation. “You like that baby? You like how I’m using you as my little cocksleeve?” He groans into my ear. I nod, whining. Richies thrusts start to falter, getting sloppier. I can feel my high coming back, the pit in my stomach starting again. My hips buck again, clenching around Rich. He groans, making me clench around his dick more. “B-Baby you close again?” He says, shutting his eyes. “Mhm” “cum again for me. I’m here, its okay.” He thrusts rougher into me, his head falling back in pleasure. I whine, his pleasure sending me over the edge, cumming. Richie groans, his dick twitching inside of me. “I’m close. Shit. You fuck so good princess, taking my dick so well.” “You’re so good rich, filling my up with your big dick.” I whine, he groans, cumming in me, stopping his thrusts.

Richie pants, i run my fingers through his hair. “You did so well doll” He flashes me his signature goofy grin. Richie looked down. “That was hot.” He chuckles, i smile admiring his features. “I love you Rich.” I whisper, barely audible. Richies head snaps up, his cheeks red. “Y-you what? Did i hear that r-right. Y-you love me?” His face softens, he smiles slightly. “I love you too Doll.” Richie plants a small sweet kiss on my lips, he pulls out. “You need a bath princess?” He asks. “That’d be nice.” I say softly. “C’mon I’ll go set up the bath”

#richie tozier #richie tozier smut #beep beep richie #smut #richie tozier x reader #that one moment when you have no tags fluff richie Tozier fluff

[gritsandbrits]

Sensitivity Training pt. 1

At the Bellwood Gymnasium, Patti Holiday paced in her rented conference room while she waited for her guests to arrive. After that catastrophic game show last month, everyone was fed up with fighting each other over Ben Tennyson. Or rather, the city was tired of being the battleground for the young man's love life.

So being the kind & compassionate person she was, Patti offered to host a weekly group therapy session. Two months, she promised, to see if she could help these girls sort out their problems. She looked at the list of participants on her clipboard.

Princess Attea

Elena Validus

Ester Kraaho

Eunice Tennyson

Jennifer Nocturne

Julie Yamamoto

Kai Green

Princess Looma

Patti already knew who Julie was from a sports magazine, and Ester and Kai from their trip to the museum. Everyone else she had vague knowledge of, just that they needed desperate help to sort their lives. Just then she heard a knock and she went over to open the door. She smiled brightly as she saw her guests waiting in the hallway.

"Afternoon come on right in! So glad you all could make it," she exclaimed as she ushered them inside. While she got polite hellos in returns Princess Attea barely acknowledged her presence. Whether natural pride or anger at the idea of making amends for taking over Earth some months ago Patti couldn't tell. But she hoped this session would at least teach Attea how to empathize with non-Incurseasans. The last person to enter was Looma (who had to crouch just to get through) and they took seats. Patti silently prayed that the next user of the room won't noticed the large cracks on the wall.

When all eight were accounted Patti began with a speech she prepared. "Some of us are here for different reasons but I hope by the end of the month we'll be able to walk the same path."

"Are we going outside?" Jennifer asked, afraid of getting hounded by paparazzi, or angry former fans of hers. Patti smiled reassuringly. "If we do it's going to be a private session."

Looma wriggled in her seat, even she was curious how such a flimsy chair could hold her weight. Just the fact she could even fit the room surprised her!

"So now that we're done with introductions let's try to break the ice by telling me what you all have in common with each other. You first Elena."

"I used to be a scientist" she replied hesitantly. And a deep unreciprocated crush on Ben, she added darkly.

"I play tennis," Julie chipped in. She deliberately avoided mentioning Ben, as she didn't want to be known just for her past relationship with him.

"We dated Ben," Julie and Eunice spoke at the same time then gave each other weird looks. Jennifer squirmed in her seat recalling her awkward moments with Ben.

"Sorry for interrupting," Eunice apologized sheepishly. "I'm not used to being around people."

"That's okay hun," said Patti. "Why don't you talk a little about yourself!"

Eunice took a deep breath. "Okay my story is weird but I'm actually from the Omnitrix."

"I didn't know the Omntrix was named after a planet," replied Patti, growing curious. Eunice shook her head "No no I'm from the Omnitrix. Like literally from the Omnitrix"

Patti jerked her head back in shock. Kinda think about it she did look a bit like Ben - actually scratch that she looked like Gwen - but with blond hair and decidedly less salt. Right down to the same shade of green eyes.

"And we already know that Looma and Attea are alien princesses," Patti said as she wrote down on her board. "And I'm assuming you two had a crush on Ben too."

"To be fair he wouldn't make a good king on my homeworld," she admitted. "But Kevin...oh if you ever wanted a good time he was your man!" If it was possible her face turned even redder.

"But of course he just had to reject me, lied to me, couldn't even look me in the eye!" She slammed her fist into her other palm (did the room just shake, Patti fretted) clearly holding the former delinquent responsible for the bumps in the road in her woeful search for a consort.

"Okay not that much in common though it seems all of you have a connection to aliens."

"In my defense he tricked me!" Attea snapped. It was true he oretneded to be a very cute very hot soldier in her army only to reveal himself to have been spying on her! That was a trick that both sickened and impressed her.

Kai huffed. "Seriously you guys have no good taste in men!"

"But Kai aren't you destined to be with him?" Asked Ester. She remembered their encounter with the time-traveler Spanner, whi kept going on about how Ben and Kai had to be together for reasons she didn't know and admittedly stopped caring about. "Like what's that term, soulmates?"

"Hmph yeah right like I'm dumb enough to fall for the words of a stranger!" Kai scoffed. Come on she was the wielder of Excalibur for crying out loud! Why was her only destiny be hinged on whether she banged the most annoying guy in the universe or not? What about her own accomplishments?

Ooh girl if only you knew, Patti lamented, understanding just who Ester was referring too. She didn't want to bring him up and cause even more drama so she tried to change subjects. She observed the clothes they wore and something clicked.

"It seems there's something else you all have in common," she spoke. "Look at your clothes. What colors you're all wearing."

"Uh pink?" Julie replied not knowing where this was heading.

"Yes! And red too!" She gestured to Kai and Elena's jackets. "Often a person feels comfortable wearing their favorite colors."

Elena thumbed the corner of her collar. "Yeah my dad gave it to me for my birthday shortly before he..." Her voice trailed off, not wanting to bring up that tragic night. At her implication Julie began to feel pity for the girl. While she still held reservations towards her (Elena had kidnapped and impersonated her) she couldn't lay all of the blame at her feet. She couldn't imagine losing her own father, and her conscious mind.

"Oh please we're not about to get into theatrics are we?" Attea groaned. She couldn't believe she had to waste a whole time of her life being forced to listen to a bunch of sob stories!

Elena glared at her. "You got a problem, frog legs?"

"Oh sorry did I struck a nerve?" Attea smiled sweetly. She had known about the former scientist and her fall from grace. In fact she had dirt on a lot of people connected to Ben any friend of his was a threat to her.

"You wanna try me?" Elena threanted as her body tingle hotly. The result of nanochips that remained in her body seeking out any hint of technology. The overhead TV provided enough power to knock the bratty teen's lights out...

"My money's on biker chick," Looma whispered to Eunice. The short girl could only watch with worry asking herself if she should try to step in and break them up.

"Now young ladies I know you're smarter than this," Patti said calmly. In her mind she began to fear this was a bad idea.

"Look I'm sorry but I have plans to make and worlds to conquer!" Attea exclaimed as she stormed to leave the room.

"Which is why you are here right now," Patti countered. "You've made a mess trying to take over our planet. Many people had their lives disrupted and I doubt they be happy to hear the person responsible got away with it."

"Come on why me? I'm just following family tradition!" The royal stopped her foot impatiently.

"Either that or deal with my cousin," Patti added, her tone unwavering. Now that gave Attea some pause. Everyone in the room knew of the gentle and sweet Jora Holiday, but with sweet came sourness. They all witnessed her Element at some point, and when she got genuinely angry, well, just ask anyone unlucky enough to catch her on a bad day.

Realizing that she wasn't able to shoot herself out of that one, the amphibian royal sat back down and crossed her arms like a tot denied candy. She turned her nose at Elena who had been expecting an apology. When she knew she wasn't getting one the biker did the same. If she want to play it like that fine by me! She survived being brainwashed by Hive Chips, a spoiled racist brat was nothing to her!

Patti sighed with victorious relief. Crisis avoided! Now as long Princess Attea kept her mouth shut the rest of their meeting will go smoothly. She looked at her watch. Twenty minutes to go. Hopefully this wouldn't end up in tears and bloodshed.

#ben 10 #ben 10 oc #oc: patti holiday #julie yamamoto #kai green #ester #elena validus #attea #looma #jennifer nocturne #eunice #ben 10 fanfiction #Sensitivity Training #ben 10 omniverse #omniverse

[belovedbangtan]

Dive

Pairings: Jungkook x y/n, Yoongi x oc

Word Count: 3.1k

Description: Camping with your ex, sounds horrible right? The camping trip was planned and payed for long before y/n’s shitty boyfriend broke up with her. Her best friend Abby, Yoongi, Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook are there to make sure she has an amazing time. However, sharing a tent with a smoke show like Jungkook is bound to lead to some complications.

Warnings: Language, Mentions of anxiety, drinking, that’s is for this chapter!

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“I just don’t think we’re the right fit,” His voice was calm. Too calm in your opinion. You didn’t bother to ask questions, but he insisted on explaining why. Of course, he was trying to make you feel better about the situation, but him rambling on about how your lifestyles didn’t align was not something you wanted to hear. He wanted to get drunk every weekend and spend daddy’s money, while you were too tired to even think about drinking. You didn’t have a safety net to rely on and that was something that he would never understand. It didn’t make the blow hurt any less. You knew the relationship was getting rocky. When it was bad, he turned a blind eye, but when it was good, it was really good. Your mother told you that the way you ignored serious problems would end up biting us in the ass. You groaned as you realize that means you have to tell her she was right all along. He handed you your box of things and you can’t believe there wasn’t more in the box. After a year of sleeping at his house, you could fit everything in a small box. Part of your brain knew this would happen; it anticipated your flame burning out.

You close the door behind him and you sift through the box. You scoff picking up the frame that held a picture of you both. Remembering when he showed it to you. You were in awe as he complimented your figure, claiming “That’s when I knew I loved you”. You take the frame instantly throwing it into the trash can, along with the other keepsakes he assumed you would want to keep. You laugh to yourself finally being able to realize what a pretentious douche bag he was. The tears staining your cheek are confusing you. You did love him, you just weren’t in love with him. It hurt nonetheless.

You throw yourself onto the bed letting the memories of the past year overwhelm you. You might as well get this out of the way. You decide to call your best friend, Abby, the one who introduced you to Ben. The dial tone rings out and you still try to sort out how you feel. Within minutes of talking on the phone, she decided she’s coming over. Even though you insist that you’re fine, she knows you well enough, and you’ll never say no to ice cream.

“What a fucking douche,” Abby mumbles shoving a spoon of ice cream into her mouth. You reach over dipping your own spoon in. You were adults now; you didn’t even bother with bowls.

“Tell me about it,” you roll your eyes, leaning back onto the couch, “I’m pissed I have that whole camping trip next week paid for..”

She cuts you off immediately, “No, fuck that. You’re still coming.”

You sit up quickly, eyebrows scrunching together, “You’re delusional if you think I’m coming on that trip.”

“You’re delusional if you think you’re going to let him control your life, you’re coming and that’s that!” she points a finger in your direction.

“I don’t even have any camping gear. He was the one that had all of that stuff.” You explain as you pick up the quart of ice cream, walking it over to your freezer. Of course, you were excited to go on this trip. Abby couldn’t stop talking about how much fun it had been last year. Tons of people all camped out, getting drunk out of their minds. She told me about how the last night they would all skinny dip in the river at midnight. You cringed when she first told you about it, but now it sounded revitalizing. You couldn’t get past the fact that Ben would be there. He would without a doubt try to make you feel bad for coming since it was mostly his group of friends. Not to mention how would you feel watching him as he throws himself at the single chicks.

“I can ask Jungkook if he’ll share his tent. His friend was supposed to come but bailed,” She instantly started to text him.

“No, no, no,” You rush over trying to take her phone from her hands, but she was too quick, “Abby, I’ve only met Jungkook once and it didn’t seem like he liked me very much.”

She looks down at her phone as it dings, the corners of her mouth raise as her brows do, “Well, he doesn’t mind. It’s settled you’ll come. You can sleep in Kook’s tent, and you’ll hang out with me and Yoongi’s friends.”

You see, Abby was dating Yoongi. Through Yoongi, Abby met all of his friends from College. To be honest you still didn’t quite understand how Ben and his group of friends became friends with Yoongi and his group of friends. A year ago, Abby invited you to a birthday party and Ben was there. He was so persistent about taking you on a date, you gave in. He turned on the charm, he was the picture-perfect boyfriend. As soon as you fell for him, it was like he didn’t feel the need to try anymore. So, he stopped. He stopped planning dates for you, and simply started going out with his friends again. That was about seven months into the relationship. Eight months into the relationship you found messages from a girl he claimed to work with. Clearly that was all bullshit. You wondered how a relationship could go from good to bad in a matter of months, but it happened; and you regret falling for him in the first place. You had met Yoongi’s friends before and they were always pleasant, you just hoped that they would be more authentic than Ben and the group of uptight assholes he calls his friends.

It was confusing to you but Abby explained that there where about 25-30 people coming, but they would mostly stay in their own friend groups. You assumed you would know most of the people in Ben’s group, you just hoped they would ignore you.

You zone out, you mind flooding with all of the worst possible outcomes. Abby rambles on about how you’ll love getting to know all of the boys. How they’ll welcome you with open arms. You had met them before, they were incredible humans. However, it didn’t make you forget that your ex-boyfriend would be there too. You finally focus on her words, and you listen as she brags about all of the exciting things to look forward to.  After a while her enthusiasm makes you forget the bad. Genuine excitement starts to run through your veins. She was right, you deserved this trip just as much as he did. You were going to have a good time despite him and that was that.

 Friday came faster than you anticipated. You threw yourself into work, leaving your brain little time to think about your broken heart. Or the potential disaster this weekend could be. Abby calls you letting you know that they’ll be outside to pick you up shortly. You grab your luggage and give yourself a once over in the mirror. It was particularly hard deciding what to wear today. How do you dress when you want to make your ex jealous, but you’re also in the woods and sweating your ass off? Cut off jean shorts, a plain white crop top, with a buffalo plaid tied around your waist. Your hair in loose waves, you tousled it with your fingers before sliding the black baseball cap over your hair. Before you have the chance to freak out and change your entire outfit you hear honking outside. You grab your bag filled with blankets and a pillow and you toss your backpack over your shoulder.

The door to the SUV flings open to show a beautiful blonde man on the other side, Jimin. You remembered Jimin the most from previous gatherings, he was always attempting to create a conversation. He yells your name in excitement, instantly making you feel more at ease. Last thing you wanted was any additional drama or tension between you and whoever. He pulls you into a warm hug. After he puts your things in the trunk, you both hop into the back seat.

Abby turns around and looks you up and down, sliding her sunglasses down her nose slightly.

“You’re cute. I like it… it’s like,” she tilts her head as she scans her brain for the right words, “casual, but still make my ex kinda jelly.” You nodded in response, laughing to yourself. Sometimes you felt like you shared a brain cell. With that Abby punched the Campsite address into the GPS and we were on our way.

“So are you nervous?” Jimin asks quietly.

“Kinda,” You suck your bottom lip into your mouth, “but honestly I just want to have fun. It’s really not about making him jealous or anything. I just want to do me, and he can do whatever he wants.” You shrug before looking up to Jimin, a devilish smile starting to take over his face.

“I’ll make sure you have the best time. No unnecessary ex- boyfriend drama,” his smile is sincere, and you can tell that he means what he says, “I’m serious. You don’t have to worry about stupid shit. Just have a good time.” His hand lightly grazes your arm.

He barely hears your ‘thank you’ as Abby turns the radio on full volume, then Yoongi instantly turns it down. She glares at him and his stoic face shows he’s unfazed by her ferocity. You giggle at their interaction; you’ve never met two people who leveled each other out more. They were perfect for each other and exactly what you hoped you and Ben would be. It was never like that though, your chemistry was never something anyone would be jealous of.

A few hours, and a many snacks later you finally pulled into the camp site. Your stomach drops when you see your ex’s car lined up among the rest of them. You take a deep breathe, staying in the car a moment longer when everyone else gets out to unpack their things. In the middle of giving yourself a pep talk, your door is pulled open by the one and only, Kim Taehyung.

His smile is one to make you forget, and that’s exactly what it does.

“What’s the hold up, beautiful?” He reaches across you to unbuckle your seatbelt, and you don’t have time to panic, “Don’t worry, Jimin briefed me. Operation ‘Good Time’ is a-go.” He quickly looks left and right over dramatically. You can’t stop the laugh that surfaces. He was fucking hilarious and you thanked the heaven that you didn’t need to explain yourself or your situation. Even though you were sure that Abby had probably blabbed about the entire situation to all of them. It didn’t matter though, they were making this experience exactly what you wanted it to be. He takes your hand pulling you from the car, making obscene secret agent sounds as he rounds the car to the trunk, Yoongi and Jimin both giving him the weirdest look.

You scan the area around the campsite, your eyes wanting to find him, but your head and heart knowing that you wouldn’t like what you saw. Suddenly your eyes were frozen on someone else. His long hair in a tiny ponytail on top of his head as he rolled the tent from the bag. The tattoos on his arms giving him an edge that he didn’t have before. His entire demeanor was making your body warm. Of course, you remember Jungkook, you remember how rude Ben was to him. You sigh before taking your bags and deciding to walk over, the least you could do was help him set it up.

“Hey roomie.” You say instantly regretting it as it left your lips, he made you forget how to think.

He chuckles as he looks up, brushing a few stray hairs away from his face, “Hey! I should be done in a few minutes.” He says popping together the pieces of the tent like a pro.

“Let me help!” you set your bags down and you move to his side. He hands you a piece to put together, and he demonstrates how to do it. The muscles on his forearms making your knees weak. What the fuck was happening here, it had been so long since you’ve felt this way for someone. Another reason to be thankful that things had ended between you and Ben.

Almost as if he heard your internal dialogue, you hear him. Your eyes shoot up to see him shot gunning a beer with his close circle. You groan, mumbling ‘fucking douche’ under your breath, but apparently loud enough for Jungkook to hear.

His eyes peak over at you and he can’t help but laugh at your response, “You’re not wrong.” He agrees quietly. You nod your head agreeing with him.

The tent is finally together and you start to put your things inside. Jungkook rolls out a queen size blow up mattress and you instantly regret the tiny sleeping bag you brought. You might have fucked up.

“Are you sleeping on that?” Jungkook’s eyes are wide as he kneels next to the mattress using a battery powered pump to bring it to life.

“Uhm, yeah. I guess I didn’t get the memo,” You giggle at your pathetic 5th grade sleep over set up.

He looks at his mattress then looks down as if he isn’t sure of what to say, “Well this is a Queen, we can share if you want.”

“Oh my gosh, no. You’re already sharing your tent,” You shake your head, even though you know deep down that’s exactly where you want to end up.

“The offers on the table,” His tongue pokes the side of his cheek as the corners of his mouth turn into a smile, “Besides, having you in bed with me wouldn’t be the worst thing.” He turns his head biting his lip gently as he laughs quietly. You giggle nervously in return because it’s all you can do. You’re positive your cheeks are burning red, and there’s a wetness between your legs suddenly. You excuse yourself to get your other bag, and possibly smack Abby for failing to brief you on the smoke show that is Jeon Jungkook. Asshole, you knew he was attractive but, what the actual fuck.

Abby was sitting on Yoongi’s lap while Taehyung and Jimin were setting up the tent. A tent fit for royalty. It was massive compared to the one you were sharing with Jungkook, but you definitely weren’t complaining about the smaller shared space. Frankly, you were thankful for it. You walked over to your friend and flicked her on the back of her head. She ducked down and covered her head, “What the fuck was that for?!” She screamed.

“For many reasons!” You start yelling at her in a whispered tone, “one, you didn’t tell me to bring one of those blow up thingies.”

“Oh fuck. My bad, what else?” she rolls her eyes, still not feeling the abuse was necessary.

Your eyes widen and you point your head in a different direction, she quickly got the hint. You grabbed her arm once she was safely out of Yoongi’s lap, pulling her to where no one could hear you.

“So, I met Jungkook. He might have asked me to sleep with him?” you say questioning yourself entirely. Now that you say it aloud… were you dreaming that happened?

“Excuse me… what?” She scrunches her brows together grabbing your arms.

“Not like… sex. But to sleep on his mattress… but he could have meant sex?” You were genuinely confused.

“Ah!” She squeals and quickly checks her surroundings, “Okay, so he’s single and YOUR single. I’ve been waiting for this!” She squeaks, speaking too fast for anyone else to comprehend what was happening. She starts to ramble on about setting you and Jungkook up and you quickly stop her. That wasn’t what you came here for. You didn’t come to rebound in a tent a few feet away from your very recent ex-boyfriend. You came to have fun. Simple as that. She lets it go but insist that you shouldn’t deny it. ‘It’ being the undeniable connection Jungkook and I apparently had. You rolled your eyes but, you hoped she was right. You hoped that you left this weekend with more than memories. Hopefully the connection you made with Jungkook, Taehyung, Jimin and Yoongi would be something that would make all of the awkwardness worth it.

 As the sun fell behind the tall trees, the temperature dropped quick. Around what felt like 11 at night, mostly everyone was done for the day. Maybe not everyone but you certainly were. After watching Ben hit on every girl with a pulse you were exhausted. Tae and Jimin distracted you for a bit with a game of sand volleyball, but that only contributed to your exhaustion. You told everyone you were going to sleep. You unzipped the tent and you pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a swapped your crop top for a t-shirt. As you unzip your sleeping bag you look at the air mattress. For a half a second you debated on falling asleep on it, but then deciding it might be awkward when Jungkook finally comes to sleep. Maybe he was kidding about sharing the bed with you. You really didn’t know him well enough to decipher when he was being sarcastic or serious. Even if you knew he was serious, would you do it? You snuggle up in your sleeping bag, wishing you would have at least brought another cover with you. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t imagining what it would feel like to have Jungkook as your own personal heater. Having is arms pulling you into his body, maybe feeling his lips against yours. Eventually your exhaustion takes over and you fall asleep with some not so PG images in your head.

You’re woken up a few hours later to the sound of the tent being unzipped. You see Jungkook climb inside through the slits of your eyes. You’re eyes close as you hear him rustling around in his bag, probably looking for pajamas. You turn away from him, realizing how cold you are you start to shiver. You take the edges of the blanket and pull them up to cover your nose. You forget about Jungkook until you feel a large blanket covering your body. You hear him shuffle back onto the air mattress and you want to sit up and give it back to him. Maybe tell him you can both use it. You’re too tired to be that ballsy though, you slowly start to fall asleep again.

A/N: So float trips are really popular where I’m from, so i’m sorry if you have no idea what i’m referring to! Hopefully our mood board helps with some imagery! Please let me know what you think!!

#bts #bts imagine #bts fanfic #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook imagine #jungkook fluff #jeongguk #jeongguk imagine #jungkook smut #bts fluff #bts smut #bts jungkook #bts jungkook fluff

[chicksung]

stray kids reaction to their (idol) s/o being made fun of by fans? if that's not against your guidelines of course!!

Stray Kids reaction to their idol s/o being made fun of by fans

A/N: Hi beauty! Of course not! This is my first time doing a reaction so please bare with me here! Thank you for the request @dreamsaboutnct

Warning/s: cyber bullying, crying, disappointed chan

Bang Chan: When he came home to find your shaking form in waves of tears, he knew something was up. He knew that you were in preparation for a comeback and he thought maybe it was the stress of it, but when you broke down futher in his arms and said that it was the fans that had you in this state, he was speechless.

To say he was disappointed was an understatement. He was baffled when he saw the tweets and comments regarding your appearance, your talent and abilities and even your relationship with Chan.

He decided to host another episode of Chan’s Room that night. As he greeted the fans, he watched the comments carefully, seeing if there was anything negative said about you.

“Now, I actually wanted to talk to you guys. I love being with Y/N. I truly do. But there are some things that need to be addressed. For as long as Y/N and I are together, I expect you guys to respect her and treat her like you would treat me. It breaks my heart to see how many negative comments my s/o has been getting and I am giving you one warning and one warning only. It has got to stop.”

He had never been so strict when talking to stays but he needed to knock some sense into this ridiculousness, but it seemed to work.

The next morning, #RespectYN was trending #1 on twitter and the negativity was outweighed by the positive. Chan smiled as you read out all the cute things fans had written.

“And if anything like this happens again, let me know. I’ll fix it.”

Lee Minho: He hates seeing you cry. In fact, he hated seeing you anything but happy. You couldn’t explain yourself through the tears so instead you showed him your twitter feed, when he read it, he was frozen. How could his own fans do this to you. Not his stay. Everyone seemed to be supportive of your relationship. This was until he saw one tweet and he felt his blood boil.

“I’m not a stay but I am a (y/n’s fandom name) and honestly? Y/N doesn’t deserve Lee Know”

“Come with me.” Minho whispered, grasping your hand tightly and leading you elsewhere.

Sometimes, you really loved being in the same company as Minho. He told his manager and your manager about the whole situation and they said they would bring it up with the CEO.

Not a week later, Twitter once again say something that they knew was somewhat bad.

‘안녕하세요, JYP입니다.’

The article explained that if any further malicious comments were made about either idols, there would be serious consequences in place for the perpetrators found guilty.

Minho took out on a date that day, to clear out all the negative thoughts and feelings in your mind and heart with all the love he could possibly give to you. He really loves you.

Seo Changbin: Changbin immediately pulled you into his arms when he saw the tears on your cheeks. He didn’t need to know if it was dance practice, a conflict between you and your members, or even if it was that time of the month again. All he knew was that you were upset and he needed to fix it. He pet your hair and let you cry out your feelings until your loud sobs slowly turned into soft sniffles.

“What’s wrong, love? What’s got my baby all upset?” He asked you, pulling you away from his chest and wiping your tears away with his thumb.

“It’s the fans. They’ve been telling me that I don’t deserve you and it’s getting to a point that I’m too scared to post on Twitter and Instagram or turn on vlive. I’m so scared, Binnie.”

Changbin needed to find a way to fix this. And what better way than to write a song. He knew it would take a while and he told you to just try and hang in there.

A few weeks later, he dropped his song on SKZ-Player and the response to it was overwhelmingly good. He decided to turn on vlive and he saw a comment asking what the song is about.

“The song is from the perspective of a fan. They really love this idol to the point where they think they will eventually get married to him. However, it shows the developed hatred towards the idol’s partner when the idol announces that he’s dating. I actually wrote this song to express what could possibly be going through a lot of your heads in regards to myself and my own s/o. They haven’t been taking your...’criticism’ too well.”

When he turned of vlive, within minutes, translation of what he had said had spread like wildfire throughout different social media but people seemed to get the message.

Hwang Hyunjin: Hyunjin felt his heart break a little as he heard you blame the fans for your fragile state of mind. He almost didn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Come on babe. Let’s go and get some ice cream and come back to this with a clearer mind.” He whispered before a small peck on your cheek was delivered and he took your hand and headed out the door.

A few days went by and the messages were just getting worse. Hyunjin couldn’t ignore anymore and your state was deteriorating to the point where Hyunjin banned you of your phone and laptop. “If you keep reading them, it’s just going to put you in a worse state than you already are.” He argued.

JYP and your company both released statements concerning the mental health of both idols and if such behaviour was kept up, they would turn off the comments all together. That seemed to get the fans to see just how much their comments were hurting you and your mental state.

Hyunjin smiled when he saw the comments turning from negative to positive almost overnight.

“See? All it takes is a little shove in the right direction for people to realise what they’re doing is wrong.” He said as he cuddled you into his side.

“Ice cream to celebrate?” You asked with pleading eyes.

“Ice cream to celebrate.” He sighed.

Han Jisung: Jisung listened to you talk out your problems. He judged watched you carefully as you vented about the heated argument two of your members had engaged in and now left tension between the two, but since the announcement that you and Jisung were dating, some of the fans were not being so...kind towards you. Your normally weekly vlives slowly became fewer and farther apart as you were too scared to see the comments.

When your eyes got watery, Jisung momentarily forgot everything else in existence. He forgot about the new album Stray Kids were working on, he forgot about his ramen that he was cooking. All his mind was filled of was ways he could make you feel better.

“Wait wait. Stay here.” He said, gesturing for you to stay put before sprinting out of the room. A few moments later, he returned with a blanket and the teddy bear he was planning to give you on your birthday but decided that you needed it now more than ever.

All wrapped up in a blanket and a tub of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream in your hand plus hugs from Jisung, your tears were long dried and gone.

“I’ll speak with my managers tomorrow, but right now, let’s just cuddle for now.”

“I love you.” You mumbled, your voice still a little crackly

Jisung chuckled.

“And I love you just as much...if not more.”

Lee Felix: Felix was always good at reading people’s emotions. He was able to tell when people were angry or sad or just genuinely happy. However, it didn’t take a genius to see that you weren’t doing so crash hot.

“Sweetheart?” He called out as he patted the outline of your figure under your blanket cocoon. All he got was a sniffle in return. He sighed and collected you up in the blanket and scooping you up like a baby.

“Why are you crying, love?” He whispered into your hair as he pressed light kisses to your cheeks and forehead. You just broke down further, the only words he was able to pick up were ‘comeback’, ‘fans’ and ‘hate’.

Felix had a burning dislike for the four letter h word and didn’t really like using it unless he had really strong opinions on it.

“What about the fans, sweetheart?” He reworded his question and that just seemed to make you more upset.

“They’ve been calling me fat, ugly, useless, untalented, and even worse, that I don’t deserve to be with someone as talented and amazing as you.” You cried out, tears falling so often that your chest was constricting.

“Baby, baby, shhh. It’s okay. I’ll deal with this later. But right now, let’s focus on you.” He pressed his lips gently against yours and hugged you tightly. A small smile tugged at Felix’s lips. “Do you wanna bake some cookies with me?”

You’ve never said yes so fast in your life.

Kim Seungmin: Your usually bubbly aura and personality was nowhere to be seen or felt when Seungmin dropped by your group’s dorm on a surprise visit (and partially to congratulate all of you in your first music show win)

When he saw your slumped over figure and your phone in your hand, his first thought was maybe you were tired, but when he looked closer at you and saw the tears, he walked straight over to you and picked your phone out of your hand like a grape.

“Hey! Minnie! Give it back!” You demanded, trying so hard to wipe away your tears. Seungmin ignored your pleas and started to look at what seemed to be the reason for silent crying.

“If Y/N really thinks she can sing, she’s got another thing coming”

“If I got hit by a truck, I’d look like Y/N”

“Can’t believe some bitch named Y/N got to Seungmo before I did”

Seungmin felt his blood boil, reporting each of the tweet for hate speech and turned back to you.

“How long has this been happening?” Seungmin asked, his eyes softening as he gazed over to you, sitting next to you and grabbing your hands.

You sniffed and couldn’t even look him in his pretty eyes.

“A while now...” Your voice trailed off as a new wave of tears cleansed your eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, petting your hair and tilting your chin up to lock eyes.

“I didn’t wanna worry you.” You sobbed out. Seungmin wrapped his arms around your body and pulled you into his chest letting you cry it out.

“What worries me more is that you didn’t tell me and you didn’t tell the company either.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“How about I take you out to that barbecue place you really like? I’ll pay for it.” He offered, tracing patterns in your hands. You smiled and looked up him.

“That would be nice.”

“Go get your coat, sweetheart.”

Yang Jeongin: You were Jeongin’s first serious relationship. He was shy around you even after being together for almost a year. He finally built up the courage and told the whole world that he, I.N of Stray Kids, was dating you, the member of the hottest debut girl group.

That shit spread like wildfire. Even though the majority of your fandoms supported your relationship, more recently some fans, who seemed to be notably younger, had been sending hate, not towards Jeongin but towards you for ‘taking away their oppa away’ from them.

It was a stupid thing to get upset over but as the days went on it, it just got worse and it was starting to chip away at your emotional state.

That’s how Jeongin came to find you, curled up and alone in the middle of one of the practice rooms.

“Y/N! Oh my god, are you okay?” He bombarded you with questions and checking you over for any injuries.

“I’m fine, Innie. It’s just...” You didn’t finish your sentence and just sighed.

“Just what? Please tell me. I wanna help.” He said with his round doe eyes.

“I’m guessing you haven’t been keeping up on Twitter.” You let out a half hearted laugh, trying to put on a brave face as you wipe your nose on your sleeve.

“Is this about...” He finally got the hint when he saw your phone thrown across the room with a new crack in the screen.

“The amount of horrible words that they’ve thrown at me is starting to eat away at me. I hate it, Jeongin. I hate it!” You yelled out the last part before wailing into your hands.

Jeongin wrapped you up in his arms and rocked you back and forth. His hands rubbed soothing circles on your back and started humming in your ears. Soon, your sobs were reduced to just small sniffles and he pulled your face of the crook of his neck. His eyes held an idea.

“Follow me. I know what will cheer you up.” He said, pulling the both of you up onto your feet as he guided you through the JYP building.

He lead you up a small staircase on the top floor and swung the door open. He had taken you to the rooftop. The soft noise of traffic below paired with the bright twinkling of the stars made the scene feel like it was something out of a movie. It brought an unfamiliar sense of serenity wash over you and for the first time in about a week, you smiled.

Jeongin laid down on the floor, his head resting on his arms and gazing up at the sky. His gaze cut to you and he patted the empty spot next to him, inviting you to join him.

You watched the stars shine vibrantly above you and you sighed with content.

“Y/N. Don’t you ever forget how much I love you. No matter how bad the comments get, that won’t change how I feel about you. I’m doing a vlive tomorrow night so I’ll address it then.” He told you as you rested your head on his chest.

“Thank you, Jeongin. What would I do without you?”

“I’m not quite sure.”

“Nor am I.”

I hope this was good. I know some were longer than others but I got more inspired the more I wrote it :))

#kpop #fanfiction #kpop fanfiction #kpop fluff #kpop smut #stray kids fluff #stray kids fanfiction #stray kids angst #bang chan #lee minho #seo changbin #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix #kim seungmin #yang jeongin

[the-melting-world]

The Empress | Side B: “Oats In the Water”

Art by @markmefistov

~ In which a humble gardener loses control…

The Trio Appearances: Kipling | Khleo | Ozy

Arcana LI Appearances: Asra | Nadia | Muriel 

Track Origins: “Oats In the Water” by Ben Howard

Not sure if this is the right track? The full album can be found here: The Empress

cw: blood, violent descriptions

~ 1.4k words

The very large portal that Kipling opened has just taken her best friend Khleo. Kipling and Ozy were too caught up in their argument to notice...

The rain was coming down harder. Kipling was tired of arguing with Ozy. She was getting wetter and wetter by the minute, and this conversation was going nowhere. If Ozy said one more thing about her so-called third eye, she was going to lose it. Ozy was still shouting at Kip when she finally decided to tune him out completely and go back to what she was doing with Khleo. Based on how the storm was growing, it didn’t seem like going back to the grotto was an option.

Kip looked over to where Khleo was standing. Only, he wasn’t standing there anymore. 

“Khleo?”

Not only was Khleo gone but so was the portal.

Kipling heard Ozy’s incredulous gasp before she registered the reality of the situation.

“No, no, no. Khleo. I told you to wait!”

Kipling turned slowly, her eyes burning in Ozy’s direction despite the rain. 

“Ozy.” Kipling bit at his name. “Where is Khleo? Where’s the jump off?”

For the first time, Ozy looked unsure. He never looked unsure when it came to the portals. He always had the answers, always knew what to do and how to do it. Now he was looking down at his hands, counting his fingers, muttering under his breath, glancing this way and that.

Kipling barely noticed that her hand that wore the gauntlet was slowly curling into a fist.

“Ozy. The jump!”

“We never made one!” He burst.

Kipling was squeezing her hand so tightly that it went numb. “So? Make one now.”

Ozy faltered. “I only know how to make exit portals after the entry portal is opened. You can’t create exits if the entrance no longer exists.”

“What? What do you mean you can’t...” Kip trailed off, disbelieving.

Ozy threw his hands up in the air. “I don’t know how to get Khleo out!” He could barely bring himself to look at Kipling. The way she backed up on trembling legs, eyes darting around the rocky shelf for something to hold her up – she was in shock.

“I told Khleo to wait,” Ozy groaned weakly, barely feeling the tropical storm beating down on them both. The water sluicing down his face, mixing in with his tears turned from warm to cold as the winds picked up.

Kip kept turning in circles, as if that monstrous portal would show up at any moment and bring back her friend.

“He’s gone? Khleo’s gone? You… Ozy, you…”

Her spinning was starting to make Ozy feel sick.

“I told him to wait, Kip! I told him to wait for me.” Ozy approached, determined to take Kip’s shoulders and steady her. “Khleo didn’t listen to me and neither did you, Kip. You didn’t lock the portal right! No one ever listens to me!”

Kipling reluctantly came to a halt, but she shoved Ozy’s hands away. It seemed her emotions had finally caught up to what was registering in her brain. Because now she was screaming. 

“That was my best friend, Ozy.” She raised up her gauntlet. “My best friend!”

Then there was only rage. Blood. The cracking of skin. Bone breaking. 

Now...Ozy was on his knees, trying to hold his face together. Begging. Painful sobs under the blanket of blood and disrupted cartilage.

Kip looked down at her hand that wore the gauntlet. Looked at the sticky evidence of violence that refused to go with the rain.

A storm so tiresome and overwhelming created its own vortex of wrath all around them.

A storm so great and yet… so empty.

***

Kipling woke up again covered in seawater. She wasn’t in her and Asra’s bedroom this time. She was in the reading room. There was standing water everywhere, like a small flood had passed through. All of their magical artifacts were drifting about, some getting ruined. 

Not again.

Kipling didn’t scream or sob or call out for Asra as she had done in the past. She had grown tired of putting her body through more stress. This unwelcome teleporting in her sleep became more terrifying with each new incident, but they also happened frequently enough to be normal at this point. 

Once Kipling’s disorientation subsided, she sat up on the reading table to see that she had disturbed Asra’s deck. All of the minor and major arcana were scattered about the table, damp and wilting under the weight of the saltwater.

Kip cursed as she tried to gather them up. Really, it was pointless. There was water everywhere.

“Kip! Kipling!”

Asra appeared before the doorway, white curls disheveled, the hem of his loose pants soaking as he picked his way across the flooded room, and concern streaking his features.

Kipling wished he didn’t have to worry about her all the time. To know that he wanted to help her and could do nothing about it really made her heart ache.

When Kip began to apologize, Asra cut her off with warm, unconditional embraces. Each one was peppered with soft encouragements and even softer kisses.

Kip wished she could lean into them and forget that this even happened. Flooding the room where they did their readings was not the end of the world. A little drying spell was all it took to set things right.

But Kip had ignored this problem too many times. She couldn’t control her primary magic. She couldn’t suppress it anymore. It was tied to her memories and ever since she and Asra had defeated the Devil, her memories hadn’t stopped making their way back to her.

***

Asra slid the cup of lemongrass tea across the table to Kip.

“You know,” he said quietly, “not all the cards got wet. There was one that, for whatever reason, remained untouched by the water.”

Kipling wasn’t ready to walk away from the subject of her memories. She stared down at the cup of hot tea, unable to bring herself to drink it.

“When I woke up from…” it was still hard to talk about it “the Lazaret… did this ever happen? The nightmares and the portals appearing out of nowhere?”

Asra sighed. “Only a few times, but yes. I didn’t know what to make of it. The more of your motor skills you recovered, the less your primary magic would flare up.”

Kip considered this. “That was probably because once I had more control over my body, I could suppress the magic better. The more I remember about my time in the Melting World, the more I can recall being taught how to keep my magic limited and weak until it eventually became second nature.”

Asra reached across the table and fed his fingers around Kipling’s wrist.

“But you got older, stronger. Your magic grew. It’s not something that’s meant to be suppressed. It never will be.”

Kip closed her eyes as a wave of anxiety suddenly caught her off guard. She flinched at the thought of a circular Door exploding into existence, interrupting her peace. Just an emotionless, bottomless stomach that took what she loved the most when she least expected it.

Why would Kip ever want to go willingly through one?

Asra squeezed her wrist. “Kip? Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“The recent nightmares I’ve been having have all been the same. But I realize now that it was a memory. There were other children there. They were my cousins… my friends.”

Asra didn’t interrupt. Kip stretched her mind to places she otherwise wouldn’t.

“Ozy.”

With Ozy she associated old books, older artifacts. Sharing silly rhymes that hid darker truths. Becoming masters of grey magic without the help of grownups. 

“And…”

Her memory flickered more sharply with the next one.

“Khleo.”

With Khleo it was all wildflowers and warm leisure. Sometimes midnight rendezvous to take out secrets and safely wonder at them.

Asra’s fingers pressed into her wrist. “Is that all?”

Kip looked at him. No. Not even close. Ozy and Khleo. There was so much behind both of them. So much emotion. Kip looked down at her tea. It was too early. Too soon to unpack all of that right now.

“That card that survived the flood,” Kip said, her lip quirking up in an effort to salvage some lightheartedness to get through the day, “which one was it?”

Asra, knowing Kip’s limits and respecting them, mirrored her grin, regarding her no longer with concern, but with genuine intrigue.

“The Empress.”

#kipling the apprentice #kipling bronne #khleo the barhand #ozy the grey mage #asra alnazar #asra #the arcana #my writing #arcana albums #arcana albums: the empress #asra the arcana #the arcana fic

[reidingandwriting]

Four Times Tony Needed You, and One Time You Needed Him

Word Count: ~2400 words

Ship: Tony Stark x Reader, Peter Parker x Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: Little bit of language, mention of nightmares (not detailed), drunk Tony (being absolutely adorable)

The first time Tony needed you was early in the morning. You were Tony’s personal assistant, and you basically kept Tony from running his business (and himself) into the ground. He was a genius, excellent with people, but when it came to remembering meetings and other obligations, he was a little lacking.

“Y/N, darling, the glue that holds me together.” You groaned as you heard Tony’s voice.

“What did you forget, Stark?” Your voice rasped as you sat up, still thick from sleep.

“Those files we were going over last night, I may have left them in your office. And I’m in meetings all day, my first meeting’s at eight, and I don’t have the time to turn around and-“ You cut Tony off, putting your phone on speakerphone as you got out of bed.

“I’ve got it, Tony.” You yawned, stripping from your pajamas as you walked to your closet. “Did you have breakfast this morning? Coffee doesn’t count either.” Tony’s laughter filled your room, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sound.

“You know me too well, Y/N. If you could get my usual at Brookstone...” Tony trailed off as you grabbed a dress from your closet.

“Of course. I’m also helping myself to breakfast since it’s supposed to be my day off. And taking your Audi.” You teased as you slipped the dress on.

“You know where the keys are. Thank you again, you’re a lifesaver.” You could hear the genuine gratitude in his voice, and you smiled.

“Y/N Y/L/N, personal assistant to Tony Stark, certified lifesaver.”

———

The second time he needed you, wasn’t necessarily for him.

“Ms. Y/L/N, Mr. Stark is requesting your presence in the lab.” The AI’s voice made you jump, and you lost your focus. You were in your office, curled up in your desk chair. You were reading the proposals for a potential partnership when FRIDAY spoke to you.

“Tell him I’m on my way, thanks FRI.” You stood up and made your way to the elevator. “To Tony’s lab, please.” You spoke to FRIDAY, and the elevator went up, stopping on the floor of Tony’s lab. You stepped out of the elevator and knocked on the door, coming into the lab when you saw Tony wave. You smiled as you saw Peter Parker in the lab as well, in a chair beside your boss.

“Hi, Y/N!” Peter greeted you as you walked in.

“Hi, Peter. How’d your chemistry test go?” You had found yourself getting close to Peter as well, taking on an older sister role to him. You picked him up from school whenever you could, happy to spend time with the kid. (And to give Happy a break from his excited rambling that seemed to never end.)

“Aced it! I was really nervous about it, but I did the best in the class with a ninety-eight.” Peter beamed and you felt your own mood being lifted simply by being around him.

“Good job, Peter! Maybe tomorrow after school we can stop somewhere and get a bite to eat, my treat for how well you’ve been doing.” Peter smiled and nodded quickly, thanking you. Tony cleared his throat and you lightly rolled your eyes, walking to him.

“If you’re done with my mentee, I also needed you.” You lightly patted Tony’s shoulder, laughing when he slapped your hand away. “He’s actually the reason I need you. We’re working on a project for his chemistry class, and I need your help.” Tony showed you some rough sketches and your eyes scanned the papers as you took in everything.

“Ah, here.” You took a pencil Peter had nearby and erased a decimal, moving it over one to the left. “Try this instead.” Tony talked to himself under his breath as he recalculated everything and turned to face you and Peter.

“Kid, I think we’ve got a winning project.” Peter grinned and you stepped aside as him and Tony started discussing the project.

“I’m taking a producer credit for that!” You called as you walked out of the lab, leaving the two with their work.

———

The third time Tony needed you was late in the night. You padded down the hallway, walking to the kitchen. You were alone in the compound with the Avengers celebrating a successful mission with a night of drinks, and your stomach growling made it impossible to sleep. You made your way to the fridge once you were in the kitchen and opened the freezer, eyes scanning the shelves for your Ben & Jerry’s ice cream you had bought earlier that day.

“Jackpot.” You whispered to yourself. You took your ice cream to the couch, wrapped yourself in a blanket, and turned on Netflix as you happily ate your ice cream. You just finished your episode as you heard voices, recognizing the team.

“Hi, Y/N.” You heard Steve’s voice first, and you turned to face him.

“Hi, Steve. Did you have a good night?” Steve opened his mouth to respond but was cut off by a very drunken and very loud Tony Stark.

“Rhodey, Rhodey, Rhodey-o. Rodeo! I’m gonna start calling you Rodeo.” Tony slurred, holding onto Rhodey as he stumbled.

“No, absolutely not.” You stifled a laugh at the annoyance in his tone, and Tony’s eyes met yours.

“Y/N/N!” Tony tried to drag Rhodey along, resulting in both men stumbling and Tony falling to the floor. You got up and quickly walked over, helping Tony up. “Gravity check, still works. Don’t have to worry about floating away, it still works.” You cooed at Tony, supporting him as he leaned against you.

“Thank you for testing, Tones. I was really worried for a minute.” You heard a snort of laughter, seeing Natasha and Clint leaning against the wall, the redhead smirking and the archer looking amused. “How is he the only one who’s wasted?”

“He had some Asgardian liquor, Lady Y/N.” Thor’s voice filled the room, and you nodded in understanding. You had a shot of some liquor from Asgard that Thor had brought to a bonfire night a few months ago, and one was more than enough to get you drunk. Based on how Tony was acting, gods know how many he had. “He had many drinks. I told him he had enough yet he wouldn’t listen to me.”

“It’s alright, Thor. He’s a grown man, he can make his own stupid decisions.”

“Make them all the time!” Tony chirped from beside you, face buried in your hair. “Y/N, want to sleep. Need your help.”

“Do you need any help, Y/N?” Steve asked and you shook your head.

“I’ve got him.” You offered Steve a smile before looking at Tony. “Think you can walk with me?” Tony nodded and you supported him as you walked towards the elevator. “FRIDAY, take us to Tony’s floor please.” You spoke once you were in the elevator, and Tony clung to you as the elevator moved. You kept your hold on him and walked with him to his bedroom once the elevator doors opened.

“‘m thirsty, want more drinks.” Tony said after you walked into his room.

“I’ll get you a drink once you’re settled in bed, yeah? You need to change first, doubt you can sleep in your outfit.” You guided Tony to his bed. “Here, take a seat. I’ll help you with your shoes.” You helped him sit down, and he laughed as he fell back, now laying across his bed. “Tony, you can’t sleep like that.” You shook your head as you knelt down, carefully taking the man’s shoes off.

“Just have to close my eyes, and I can fall asleep. Sleeping isn’t hard.” Tony argued as you rolled your eyes, standing back up.

“You sure don’t sleep enough for something that’s not hard.” You countered and Tony pauses before responding.

“Touché.” You both laughed as Tony sat up with your help. You walked to Tony’s dresser and grabbed a pair of his sweatpants, glancing back at him every few seconds to make sure he stayed seated on his bed. He waved at you the third time you glanced back at him and gave you a dorky smile.

“Think you can handle getting dressed while I get some water for you?” You asked as you set the sweats beside him.

“Challenge accepted.” You nodded as you left Tony to change, and you grabbed a bottle of water and a bottle of Ibuprofen for the hangover you knew he’d have in the morning. When you came back to Tony’s room, you smiled when you saw him half asleep in bed, tangled in his duvet. You set the water and pill bottles on his nightstand, adjusting his blanket so it was draped comfortably over his body.

“Thank you... for taking care of me.” He mumbled, eyes still closed. You hummed as you carefully leaned down, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek.

“It’s my pleasure. Goodnight, Tony.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

———

The fourth time Tony needed you was at the annual Stark Industries charity gala. Everything was falling apart hours before the gala. The orchestra’s trailer with all their instruments had a flat tire, the usual co-host caught a virus, the ice sculpture never got delivered, and Tony felt his anxiety climbing by the second. His hand trembled as he pressed call under your contact.

“I’m almost ready, Tony. I’m leaving soon.” You hummed as you applied your mascara, not really paying attention.

“Y/N.” Tony whispered, voice shaking.

“Tony? What’s happening, are you okay?” You immediately focused on him when you heard his voice.

“It’s... It’s all falling apart. I told you I could plan everything, you deserved the time off. And now everything’s ruined and the gala will be a bust.” You frowned deeply.

“Hey, hey. Tell me what’s wrong, and we’ll get it fixed.” As Tony explained everything, you grabbed your StarkPad and went to work.

“I’m sorry, you’re supposed to be getting ready and I’m cutting into your time.”

“Tony..” You frowned as he mumbled an apology and hung up. You sighed and made another phone call as you left, headed to the gala.

Tony walked back into the venue after half an hour and was surprised at what he saw. There in its spot was the missing ice sculpture. In a side stage, there was an orchestra setting up. And on the main stage, there you stood, in a floor-length gown. The [favorite color] satin clung to your body perfectly, and you looked stunning. Tony held his head high, feigning confidence, as he walked to you. He lightly rested his hand on your shoulder, and you turned around, smiling as you saw him.

“I don’t know how you did this, but I owe you infinitely for everything.” Tony spoke softly. You shook your head with a small smile.

“I’m just doing my job, Tony. When I heard how worried you sounded, I had to do something. I made a few phone calls, pulled a few strings, called in a few favors. And it’s all perfect.” You said.

“What about my co-host? I can’t do this alone.” Tony’s voice cracked and you gently took his hand.

“You aren’t alone, Tony. You’ve never been alone, and you never will. I’ll be here every step of the way, starting with helping you host tonight.”

With you and Tony hosting, this was the most successful gala Tony had hosted in years.

———

And then, there was the time you needed Tony. You woke up from a nightmare, your breathing shallow and tears streaming down your face. You sat up and pulled your knees to your chest, arms wrapped around your knees as you tried to calm yourself down. “FRIDAY? W-Where’s T-Tony?”

“Mr. Stark is in his lab. Would you like me to send him up?”

“N-No, thank you, FRIDAY. C-Can you take me down to the lab?” You got out of bed, and wrapped your blanket around you, dragging it behind you as you took the elevator to Tony’s lab.

Tony was in his lab, working on Peter’s web-shooters for his Spider-Man suit. The webs had been jamming up frequently lately, and the last thing Tony needed was his spider kid grounded. Tony finished his third cup of coffee when FRIDAY spoke.

“Boss, Ms. Y/L/N is approaching your lab. Should I let her in? She sounded distressed.” Tony looked up, responding.

“Please, FRI. Also dim the lights to fifteen percent, and play my midnight playlist at ten percent volume.” Tony set the web-shooters aside as you entered the lab. He frowned deeply when he saw you, your eyes red and puffy, tear marks on your cheeks. You wordlessly took a seat beside him, sniffling softly. “Come here.” Tony wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to him. You buried your face in Tony’s neck, your shaky breath hitting his exposed skin.

“I-I’m sorry. I just... I needed you.” You whispered and Tony held you tighter.

“I’m always going to be here. Whenever you need me, I’m yours.” Tony soothed, combing his fingers through your hair. You smiled against his neck, and he pressed a gentle kiss to your head. “Hold onto me.”

“W-Wait, what?” You gasped as Tony stood up, clinging to him. “Tony!”

“I warned you.” Tony adjusted your blanket, tucking it around you. “This chair is killing my back, we’re going to the couch.” Tony effortlessly carried you out of the lab, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“Yeah, and carrying me is much better for your back, old man.” You squealed when Tony let go of you, and quickly grabbed on tighter to him. “Asshole!” You swatted the back of his head. Tony laughed as he carried you to the living room and then sat on the couch, holding you still.

“FRIDAY, turn on the television and play [your favorite movie].” As the movie started, you smiled up at Tony.

“Thank you. For everything.” Tony smiled in return as you both watched the movie. Thirty minutes in, you both had fallen asleep, your head on his chest and his legs draped over yours, as if holding you in place. And if Natasha and Sam had taken pictures of you when they saw the two of you asleep together in the morning? That was no one’s business but theirs.

Taglist: @daughter-of-stark @agent-barnes40 @spideygirl2003 ❤️ Taglist is OPEN. Let me know if you’d like to join! This was my first time writing Tony as a romantic interest, so I hope it wasn’t bad.

#marvel imagines #mcu #avengers fanfic #tony stark x reader #tony stark #marvel x reader #avengers #peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #spiderman #iron man #proof that tony stark has a heart #drunk tony #domestic avengers #family avengers #avengers x reader #avengers family #rhodey #steve rogers #captain america #original avengers #OG avengers #mcu x reader #fem!reader #tony stark needs a hug #peter parker #black widow #natasha romanoff #sam wilson

[backtothestart02]

Risk and Reward - 3/? | Cruel Summer fanfiction

A/N: Jamie enters the scene...

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Chapter 3 -

Later that afternoon, the phone rang at the Henson residence. Ben was over hanging out with Jamie before they got ready to go to the roller rink, but as soon as Jamie heard the phone ring, he practically jumped off the bed to reach for it.

“I got it!” He called out to his mom who was working on a snack for the boys in the kitchen.

Ben just shook his head at his best friend. It was clear who he thought was on the other end.

“Hello?” he said into the phone. “Hey, Jeanette. You ready for me to come pick you up?” He was practically giddy. “Ben’s here with me, and-” He frowned slowly, and looked at Ben who reflected his own expression. “Yeah, yeah…”

He gestured for Ben to follow him into the living room where it appeared Jamie’s mom was already watched the TV.

“Oh, my God.” He dropped the phone onto the couch as an image of the Wallises appeared on TV, and a familiar, nearly forgotten individual stood in the center. “Kate’s alive.”

Ben’s eyes widened, just as shocked as Jamie.

“Jamie? Jamie!” could be heard emanating from the phone on the couch.

“I gotta go see her,” Jamie said.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Ben stopped him from leaving the room. “What about Jeanette? You can’t just…leave her hanging.”

“Jamie!” was heard again.

Jamie shook his head.

“I don’t know, man. I don’t know. I just know that I have to go see Kate. Tell her I’ll call her back…or something.”

“Me?” he asked, incredulous. “She’s your girlfriend. Why can’t y-”

“No, she’s no-” He licked his lips. “I don’t know. I gotta go.”

“Jamie!” Ben called after him.

But he didn’t listen. He told his mother goodbye, that he’d be back later, and then he was gone.

Ben sighed.

He picked up the phone.

“Jeanette?”

“Ben?” she asked, in confusion. “What are y- Is Jamie there?”

He swallowed.

“He left to see Kate.”

Her eyes widened on the other end.

“I’m sorry. I’ll make sure he calls you later.”

“Right. Yeah. Okay.” She paused. “Thanks, Ben.”

He nodded, though she couldn’t see.

“Bye, Jeanette.”

“Bye.”

Click.

On the other end, Jeanette forced herself to set the phone down firmly on her bed. Her fingers started to tremble. She’d known there would be a risk in letting Kate out, of losing everything, Jamie included. She just hadn’t expected it to happen so soon. It was her birthday. Didn’t he care? Didn’t he want to know how she was doing? He didn’t even ask how she’d known. Did he watch the news story? Or did he just see Kate and make up his mind to go see her?

She had a nasty feeling it was the latter. At least Ben had been decent enough to say goodbye to her.

“Knock-knock.”

The words were accompanied by literal knocks on her doorframe. She looked up just as tears had started to flow. She wiped them away quickly.

“Hey, what are those tears for?” Derek walked through the entryway and came to sit beside her on her bed. “You’re a hero today. Jamie should be-”

“He went to see Kate.”

He looked at her knowingly.

“Ah.”

“He didn’t even say goodbye. I was just lucky Ben was there to tell me what happened.”

Derek pursed his lips.

“I’m sure he just needs time, Jeanette.”

Her eyes watering with fresh tears, she tried to blink them away. They came spilling down her cheeks.

“What if he doesn’t just need time? What if he decides he wants to be with Kate again now that she’s back? What if-”

“Hey.” He wiped away her tears with his thumb. “Don’t go freaking in what if’s right now, okay? He told you he loved you this morning, right?”

She looked at him, mystified. He shrugged easily.

“I overheard.”

She sighed and nodded, looking down. Her thumbs started to twiddle.

“You guys may be young, but it takes more than an ex-girlfriend coming back to kill that feeling.”

She licked her lips.

“She wasn’t an ex though. She was just…”

“Missing?”

She looked at him helplessly.

“He chose to move on with you. That’s on him. And hey, I’m happy to pound the guy if he genuinely breaks your heart.”

“No, no pounding,” she insisted.

“Alright, then. Come into the living room. We’ll watch a movie and forget this whole thing, okay?”

She sighed again.

“I don’t know. I kind of just…want to be alone.”

“On your birthday?”

“Just for a little while,” she said.

He nodded.

“Okay.” He got up off the bed and headed for the doorway. “I’ll let mom and dad know. Come out when you’re ready.”

She nodded.

“Okay. Thanks, Derek.”

With two taps on the doorframe, he exited the room and headed down the hall. Jeanette waited a full 30 seconds, then quietly closed the door, went to her bed, and screamed into her pillow.

Screw Kate Wallis. She wished she’d never saved her.

…

The knock on the door surprised Rod and annoyed Joy when it came.

“I wonder who that is…” Rod started, but Joy interrupted him.

“Ignore it. It’s probably another of those damn reporters.” She tsked aloud. “I told them to go away, that we’d made our statement, but you know how they are. Always greedy for more.”

“Maybe it’s not a reporter.” Rod got up and headed for the door.

“Oh, honey, you know it is.” She rolled her eyes, muttering how he’d regret going to see.

“It’s not.” He turned and looked over his shoulder at Kate, lying in her mother’s arms on the couch. “It’s Jamie.”

Kate perked up slightly at that.

“Jamie?”

“Do you want to see him, Kate?”

She hesitated.

“Remember, darlin,” her mom said in a low, soft voice. “He did move on with that Jeanette girl awfully quickly.”

“That Jeanette girl saved me, mom.”

“I-I know that, but…”

Kate brushed her aside.

“Let him in, Dad.”

He nodded and unlocked the door, stepping back for Jamie to come inside.

“Hello, Jamie. It’s been a while.”

Jamie’s head ducked down at that comment. Rod hadn’t meant it to be taken negatively. It was just a fact. But he took it badly anyway. He gulped.

“Hi, Mr. Wallis. Is, uh…is Kate here?”

Rod gestured towards the living room.

“Come inside, Jamie.”

Kate untangled herself from her mother’s loose grip and got up to go to the hallway where Jamie would be. Just as he stepped inside, their eyes met.

“Kate.”

“Hi, Jamie.”

He took a couple steps forward, then stopped, not knowing just how traumatized she was and what kind of physical touch she would be okay with.

Sensing the tension, Rod met his wife’s protective gaze and wordlessly suggested that they leave them alone.

“We’ll just be in the other room if you need anything, sweetheart,” Joy told Kate, squeezing her shoulders gently. She glared slightly at Jamie, but Rod turned her away before she could do anything else, and soon Kate and Jamie were alone.

“Can…Can I…?” He let the question hang.

She nodded silently, and then his arms were around her, and he was hugging her tightly. Reluctantly, she hugged him back.

“I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“Okay maybe isn’t the right word,” she said when he finally pulled back. She smiled tremulously. “Alive, free…those are better words.” She licked her lips. “Thanks to Jeanette.”

He looked at her strangely.

“Jeanette? What does she have to do with this?”

“She freed me, Jamie.”

“What?” he asked, incredulous.

She nodded. “She was in Martin Harris’ house…somehow. She heard me crying for help, and she got me out of there. Martin even came home before we had gone and she-”

“Wait, Martin? As in Mr. Harris, the assistant principal?”

She looked at him curiously.

“What do you know, Jamie? Why did you come over here?”

He sighed. “Jeanette called me, told me you were alive and to turn on the TV. I saw you with your parents, and I dropped everything to come over.” He took her hands in his own and smoothed his thumbs over the back of them. “I had to see you. I…I love you.”

She pulled her hands free and scoffed under her breath.

“Is that what you told Jeanette today?”

He swallowed. “I don’t…understand.”

“Martin told me you two have been dating. Is it true?”

He shook his head. “What does it matter? You’re back now. I’m with you.”

Her scoff was louder this time.

“You’re real quick to drop your loyalties, aren’t you? First me, now Jeanette?” She licked her lips. “I don’t know why it was so easy for you to move on from me.”

“Kate-”

“But Jeanette deserves better than for you to do the same thing to her. Just because I came back? She rescued me, and this is how you treat her?”

“I-I thought…”

“Go home, Jamie.”

“Kate, just…listen to me, please.”

“I’m tired. I’m free after months of captivity. I’m safe.” She paused. “Go home.”

She turned then and walked into the room her parents had vacated to.

Feeling helpless and unbelievably frustrated, Jamie finally accepted that there would be no more talking to her today. He turned around and went back out the front door.

His hands formed into fists, he forced himself to relax once inside the car – at least enough to put his hands around the wheel and not be a reckless driver. He backed out of the Wallis driveway and drove down the street, heading home.

#cruel summer #cruel summer fanfiction #backtothestart02 fanfiction #risk and reward #chapter 3

[amazingdriverfics]

Can I request one for Kylo Ren, the reader knew him before he left for the dark side and begins working for the resistance. When he returns from the dark side, he’s always seeing her with Poe, Finn, Rey, and Chewie. He was starting to get a bit jealous because she’s avoided him and he has feelings for her and she feels the same way but kept it to herself. He goes over the edge when he sees poe giving her a piggy back ride and finally says something about it and they start dating.

A/N: I hope you like this!! I’m really sorry for making you wait, this last days have been kinda busy.

Warnings: violence

It was late at night and you still couldn’t sleep, you had shifted in your bed so many times that eventually you grew tired of it, so you had left your shared quarters and got away from it, sitting in the ground in front of the lake with your feet on the water as moonlight bathed you. The day had been a tough one and you were supposed to rest for lightsaber practice in the morning, but your head kept being flooded by him. What you two had been doing was wrong, you were training to be jedis and engaging in such relationship was forbidden. The worst part was that you weren’t sorry. You loved feeling Ben’s soft lips against yours, you loved the feeling of his body, the sensation of your hands in his hair while his were in your waist. You had known about how you felt about him for a while now, but you had been afraid, afraid of the consequences if Luke found out, afraid that he didn’t feel the same, that he would laugh, that it would ruin your friendship, so you had told him how you felt just two weeks before.

Suddenly, a loud noise interrupted your thoughts. You got up on your feet as fast as you possibly could and you saw something you would never forget, the temple was on fire and you could hear lightsabers clashing against each other, as well as screams. Immediately, your thoughts traveled to Ben, getting your lightsaber from your belt and igniting his blue sword, you started to walk towards the fire. Getting closer, you could see your fellow students dead bodies everywhere, burned, dilacerated with lightsabers, the sight breaking your heart, but you had to you ignore the pain clouding your judgment and making you ache. So you breathed slowly, connecting yourself with the force, letting it guide you. You focused on finding Ben’s force signature, and you could sense how different, unstable he was. You could feel the great amount of anger and pain he was feeling, you knew about his anger problems, however, this was the first time his rage truly consumed him. Following his signature, you found Ben standing in front of a ship with masked men around it.

“Ben, what is going on?” you screamed hoping that there was an explanation to this, begging to the Force that it wasn’t the person you loved the most in who had destroyed your home. “Get away from me! I’m going to hurt you, y/n” he barked. His face was dark with tears marks all over it, he was holding his lightsaber in a tight grip, the sword shining in an unstable pattern. For the first time since you met him, you were genuinely scared of Ben. “Please, Ben. Sta-ay with me” you begged, but instead of a reply, all you got was a force push, you fell far from where you were standing in a rough landing. All you could do was stay down watching as he got on the ship with the terrifying man with a broken arm and heart.

— —

He had arrived at the Resistance three months ago and he still hadn’t got a chance to talk to you. At first, his shame kept him from getting anywhere near you, he still loved you and he had to know if you felt the same, but the way he had treated you that night in the Jedi Temple still haunted him. When he finally gathered enough courage to dare speak to you, you started to avoid him. You were filling every inch of your time with your new friends Rey, Finn and Poe - who he hated completely -, when you weren’t hanging out with the trio you would be in the Falcon with Chewie, and he couldn’t get near the ship, since his father’s memory still made him suffer.

Ben even prepared a speech to get you back, he was going to tell how even after all these years, and even when he had lost his faith in himself the thought of you kept him going, how he kept frequently dreaming of the moments his lips touched yours. He needed you to know that were what made his struggle to fight the light inside the hardest while working with the First Order, he had even killed Snoke to protect you.

— —

Ben was getting back from his mother’s office when he felt your force signature, he followed it expecting that this time he would get a chance to speak to you. Instead of finding you alone, he encountered a scene that instantly made jealousy course through his body. Poe was giving you a piggyback ride and you were laughing so hard that your eyes were glossy - he was the one who your laughs used to be reserved to - . Solo stopped holding himself back as he made his way towards you two determined to make you listen to what he had to say. His steps were confident contradicting the anxiety killing him. It wasn’t long before he was standing right behind you. Calming his breath, he cleared his throat which caused you and Poe to face him. Immediately, you got off the pilot’s back, redness spreading through your cheeks. Before he could stop himself, he started to talk to you.

“y/n, please, i need to talk to you” his voice was weak and his face showed a vulnerability it hadn’t showed in a while. “Leave us, Poe” you whispered while playing with your fingers - a habit you did when you were nervous -. The pilot left giving Ben a deadly look. “What d-do you want, Ben?” your sweet voice filled his ears making all the courage he had gathered fade away. “Just promise me you’ll listen to what I have to say before answering”, he requested knowing that if you said anything before he was finished he was never going to be able to say everything he needed. Seeing you nod he started his monologue “The truth, y/n, is that I want you. I haven’t stopped wanting you since we first met at the Jedi Temple. I wasn’t able to contain my thoughts about you even when I was in the First Order. I haven’t stop feeling shame for how I hurt you that night where I left you since then. If I’m being completely honest with you, you are the reason I’m standing right here today, you are the light that helps me fight my darkness, my love for you is the only thing that kept me going all this time. You are the one who encourages me to get out of bed everyday and try to be a better man, to carry on with my routine in this place where clearly no one wants me to be. I know that I don’t deserve you, but seeing you today with him made me realize that I had to try harder to talk to you, I know that you have been avoiding me and I don’t blame you for it. But please, please, y/n, give me a chance to be in your life, to win back your trust, to show how much you matter to me”.

His words and the tears streaming down his face softened you. By the time he finished talking, you were sobbing. It was true, you had been avoiding him, not because you didn’t feel like being near him, but because you didn’t want to pressure him. You hadn’t stopped loving Ben, you never lost hope that he would eventually come back to you and his family, but you knew he wasn’t the same boy you had met years ago, and you were okay with it, you wanted him to choose what he wanted for himself. So you ran, you came up with thousands of excuses to be away from him, to give him the space you thought your Ben deserved. You started to hang out more with your friends, you spent more time fixing the Falcon with Chewie, ignoring when the wookie would ask you about Solo. Knowing that he felt the same made you feel like a fool for pushing him away, you could have spent so much time with him, your intention was never to make him doubt how you felt about him or to make him feel lonely. Not knowing a better way to show him how much you still cared about him, you got closer to Ben and captured his neck and cheek with your hands, tiptoeing you pressed your lips against his, the moment your tongue met his, you moaned. You had missed him so much. When the kiss was finally finished, you looked directly into his eyes and whispered “I never stopped loving you Ben Solo”.

#adam driver #reader is gender neutral #fluff #kylo ren #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren x you #kylo x reader #kylo x you #ben solo #ben solo x reader #ben solo x you #star wars #request #originalposter 96

[pennylanefics]

christmas things

a/n: the first blurb that includes four!! also...IT’S MY YEAR ANNIVER OF THIS BLOG!!!! i posted my first ben imagine a year ago today and i honestly can’t believe how far this has come ☺️ thank you to all my followers and anyone who interacts with my posts, it means the absolute world to me. i love hearing what you all have to think about my writing and i can’t wait to continue!! ❤️❤️❤️

•••

ben

- you and ben had been on a few dates already, and everything was going really well. he was very sweet and treated you like a princess. so when he asked you one yet another date, you were excited. the only thing is he didn’t tell you where you were going.

“can you please tell me yet?” you beg as ben drives to the destination. he laughs at your impatience and shakes his head.

“not until we get there, love. i’m sure you’ll love it once you find out.”

“i’m not even sure i dressed properly,” you respond, glancing down at your outfit. you chose a pair of leggings and a sweater, but since it had gotten colder than you expected, you had one of ben’s hoodies on over it.

“you’ll be fine. i can’t tell you why, but there will be blankets.”

“ben! just tell me please!” he laughs loudly and makes a turn, finally arriving at the destination.

“well, we’re here, so look out your window.” you do as he says and gasp loudly when you see the landscape. the sun had completely set at this point, so it was easy to see: christmas lights adorned the entire area.

“oh my gosh, ben!” he giggles and parks the car, hopping out and quickly running to your side to help you out.

“are we walking through or something?” you wonder.

“nope. we’re taking a horse and carriage through it,” he cheekily says, grabbing onto your waist and pulling you closer to him.

“how did you know this was my dream date?” ben smiles softly and shrugs, staring down at you in awe.

“it’s everyone’s dream date.” you two make your way over to the carriages and ben pays for one. after he is handed the tickets, he grabs your hand and leads you over to where the ticket person said to.

after five minutes of standing around, waiting for a carriage to arrive, you two finally boarded and snuggled under a cover that was provided on the seat. ben threw it over his shoulder, pulled you into his body, and draped the other side over your own.

“comfy?” he whispers. you nod and cuddle closer to him, eyes closing in content as the warmth surrounds you.

the ride starts and ben begins pointing out specific shapes and colors. you two acted like children the entire time, but neither of you cared. after fifteen minutes, the ride came to a stop and ben helped you down from the carriage.

“hey! you guys wanna step over for a photo?” a woman asks, a camera in her hands, pointing to a set up with lights. ben drags you over, despite your protests. he stands behind you, his arms around your waist, his head resting against yours.

“alright, one, two, three!” the camera flashes and the woman looks down to check if it came out right, and ben moves his head down to whisper into your ear.

“will you be my girlfriend?” he whispers. shocked, you pull away and turn around, still in his arms. a small smile is on his lips and his eyes still hold that look of love.

“really?” you clarify, thinking he’s not serious and joking. he nods, threading his fingers together at the small of your back.

“hell yes, i’ll be your girlfriend,” you reply, reaching up to give him a kiss. he spins you around a moment after the kiss ends.

“so, has your dream date lived up to your expectations?” he jokes. chuckling, you push him away a little and grab onto his hand.

“it did. thank you for the best night i’ve had in awhile.”

“wait for the future, babe. much more where this came from now that you’re finally my girlfriend.”

four

- the group was back in italy for the time being to take down a rather notorious criminal that had been terrorizing the city. so, you were staying in some fancy hotel one picked out. and it just so happened that it was during christmas eve and christmas.

on christmas eve, you all had gone out for dinner then went to work trying to take the targeted criminal down. after a long and tough battle with him and his crew, he was finally shot and killed by seven at around four in the morning. you all resided back to the hotel, exhausted yet filled with adrenaline.

you and four returned to your shared hotel room and plopped right on the bed, too tired to even take a shower. but, four was quick to rise again, begging you to shower with him. you eventually give in when he pulls the puppy dog eyes on you.

a few seconds later, you and four stood under the falling water in the very fancy shower, holding and comforting each other.

“merry christmas, my love,” four whispers against your head. looking up, you smile softly, realizing that this is your first christmas together as a couple, and since you two have “died”.

the next morning, you wake up wrapped in four’s arms, his soft breaths hitting your bare shoulder. sliding out from under his arms, you slip a t-shirt of his on and walk out onto the balcony. the rain falling onto the city sprays your face, but you don’t mind the refreshing moment.

minutes pass and you are still listening to the patter of rain against the buildings, when you suddenly feel four’s hands grab onto your waist and pull you against his body.

“morning, babe,” you say, reaching your hand behind you to stroke four’s bedhead. he hums softly and begins peppering kisses on your neck.

“come back to bed, love. i need cuddles,” he moans dramatically. turning around in his arms, you cup his cheeks with your hands, squishing them together slightly. you giggle at the fact that he allows you to do so, though he is still half asleep.

“but it’s christmas. don’t you want to see if the group wants to get together?” four pulls away and drags you back inside with him, falling back onto the bed.

“no. i wanna spend all day with you, cuddling, watching christmas movies and the rain, maybe make love a few times. come on, it’s our first christmas together and you wanna spend it with the others?” laughing at his response, you oblige and slide back under the covers with him, facing him. his hands find their way to your waist once more and he brings you close.

“so, what do you wanna do first?” you wonder. four’s eyes darken and he leans in for a kiss, capturing your lips with his. when you are caught off guard, he flips over so he is straddling you and hovering above.

“i really wanna make love to my beautiful girlfriend while we listen to the rain,” he whispers into your neck, placing kisses all over. you sigh softly and begin to scratch his bare back.

“i’m very okay with that.”

peter

- for some reason, peter wanted to make and decorate christmas cookies today. and because he was such a puppy dog, you couldn’t say no. so, you two went to the store, bought pre-made sugar cookie dough and icing, and went straight to work when you got home.

“okay, cookies are in the oven, now we just have to wait,” peter announced, plopping onto the couch and cuddling you in his arms.

“what do you want to do for the time being?” you question, not hinting at anything. peter, however, took this time to be a cheeky shit and suggest something.

“well, we could make out,” he said, raising his eyebrows.

“actually, that doesn’t sound too bad,” you purr, pushing him down onto the couch and crawling on top of him.

ten minutes of making out, you two were interrupted by the timer going off. you pull away and peter sighs, standing with you to head to the kitchen. you remove the cookies from the oven and let them cool while peter gets the icing ready. he sets up the largest area of the kitchen counter and turns to rest against it, facing you.

“what are we doing for christmas? i don’t think we’ve talked about it?” you two were in new zealand now, and the flight back to london was a long way.

“we can just spend it alone. i know steven is going to his girlfriends’, and flying back to london will be exhausting, so why not have our first christmas here together?” peter smiles genuinely and steps over to you.

“sounds amazing, darling.”

once the cookies were cool enough, you began decorating them side by side. peter started with a snowflake-shaped cookie while you began with a gingerbread-shaped one. everything was going well until peter was four cookies in, and beginning to grow bored.

“you’ve literally iced four cookies and we have a lot more to go,” you pause, looking up at him. he shrugs and messes with a blob of icing that fell on the plate underneath.

“are you seriously not gonna help me decorate the rest?” you complain. “this was your idea in the first place!”

“i know, but i guess i had higher expectations.”

“well, then that’s-” you were stopped when peter decided to swipe his finger covered in icing against your cheek. gasping and stepping back, you narrow your eyes at your boyfriend and grab a tube of red icing.

“it’s on.” peter picks up a tube of green icing and runs to the corner of the kitchen, squeezing the tube at you, the sugary treat landing on your shirt. you sprint towards him and hold your tube up to his cheek, squeezing some over his skin and smearing it in with your fingers. you laugh loudly, backing away as he slowly strides closer to you.

“no, peter, no!” you scream as he holds the tube above your head and empties some of it. thankfully, he doesn’t squish it so it’ll be much easier to clean up.

as you were about to put icing on his head, he grabbed ahold of your wrists to stop you.

“truce!” he declares.

“and why should i accept the truce?” he thinks for a moment before smirking.

“we can take a shower together to clean this shit up,” he says suggestively.

“why have you been such a horndog today?” you wonder. he chuckles and shrugs.

“can’t help it that i have an incredibly sexy girlfriend.”

warren

- “why did i even sign up for this?” warren complains as you two set the supplies for decorating down. you two had been assigned to decorating the entry hall of the school, the biggest area because warren was capable of reaching the high ceiling.

“because it’s being involved and otherwise you’d be sat in your room, doing homework or sleeping. and we get to spend time together.” he smiles at your last point and brings you into his arms.

“just know that that’s the only reason i’m doing this.” you roll your eyes and leave his grip, pulling out the large tree from the box it was in. while warren hung garland up and down the hall, hanging it above doorways and on the staircase, you worked on setting up the lower half of the tree. considering the entryway was huge, the tree was almost as high as the ceiling.

“okay, war. i need your help now,” you yell for your boyfriend. he walks over empty handed, telling you he either finished, or dropped what he was doing to help. warren took ahold of your waist and lifted you up to reach the area you stopped at. he did this for the rest of the way up until the tree was put together.

“time to decorate it,” you excitedly say. warren, however, didn’t seem too happy. sure, he loved spending time with you, but christmas didn’t excite him like it did the others. he had bad memories from when he was in a cage, but you didn’t know this.

so, managing the boredom, warren helped you finish decorating the tree. once it was done, you took a few steps back to admire it.

“it looks so good!” you say, holding onto warren’s hand as he stood by your side. suddenly, all of his worry and reluctancy washed away when he saw how joyful you were. he realized that this was his life now, and even though he had bad memories, he was looking forward to making newer, happier ones with you.

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