#and i forget to log into one class. which is just a check in anyway.
Text
Reunited chapter 1
Ok ive been reading ALOT of avatar fanfiction lately and i like many other am obsessed with miles Quartich. So heres a fic for him. Again this is just for my own sanity i think of stuff and i have to write them down or they’ll never leave my head. Love all yall who actually read this again everyone be kind none of this is prof’d. Also just warning for language and I am constantly adding stuff to these because I am always re-reading them and finding issues so again just hang in there with me I like to use gifs/videos and pics to make the story more theatrical in my mind
Updated this 5/2/23
Next chapter
Ok video log 230 My name is y/n y/l/n I was a Corporal for the RDA. I went to Pandora for one reason.
I needed the money
My only living relative, my aunt, was sick. Terminally sick and the regular military benefits were not working. That’s when the RDA swooped in and found me. A young former soldier with experience who needed financial backing, yeah, I see now I was an easy target for them. Anyway getting to Pandora I was placed on the one and only Colonel Miles Quaritchs team. Luckily or maybe not now that I look back I was strictly security for hell's gate. While the others did more field work I was dealing with perimeter checks,Hot headed soldiers fighting, Fixing up my team whenever they didn’t want to deal with the science quacks, and a shit ton of unnecessary paperwork. You know Basic duties, until I was assigned to start helping the scientists out more.
They wanted to start going back out into the forest more often and after watching the beauty of it from the window all the time, I was all for joining them. Even though I was a soldier it didn’t mean I was one of the inhumane jug heads like some. I had passions and loved nature and music, culture, literally devouring anything I could. Grace actually kind of liked me which is why I started spending a lot of time with them despite my unit's protests.
Now don’t get me wrong I loved my unit. After getting past some of their personal walls, all of them were amazing. Loyal to one another. Funny, goofy and everything in between. They were my family, the Lovable brothers and sisters I had never had albeit VERY rough around the edges. It's actually funny now how close i am to everyone and how protective they are over me cause when I first showed up they all almost laughed me out the door. All thinking i was just a young gun that wouldn’t amount to anything just their cute little doctor but after they saw me take down a drunk guy twice my size from another team with vicious savagery,during a night off for all of us, in heels might i add, they all started looking at me in a new light.
(Think something like this clip)
Once comfortable everyone really showed me their true colors.Lyle, as annoying as he was, was also very funny. Just straight up class clown behind closed doors. They are the kind of brother that just comes up to you randomly to mess with you for like a second and then runs away.( his intrusive thoughts when a lot) but he was always my go to to hang out with just cause he would make you forget about the stress of the job.
Zdinarsk was the annoying older sister, beautiful but playful, a piece of candy in every pocket she had, but always willing to share. She also likes to playfully pick on me all the time, but if someone else says something. God help them.
Mansks was more the silent but deadly brother. Always watching out for me, especially when I am out in the field. His eyes trained everywhere you just can’t see it from behind all those sunglasses he owns. He would back up z whenever they heard someone say shit about me, those people never came within my vicinity again. But he also had a softer side, like being an incredible cook. We all call him the grill master, and live for the days he decides he wants to cook. We eat well those days. Ja, brown and prager were like the three stooges together. Sometimes I honestly wondered if they all shared a brain cell. Lopez was cool. He would teach me a bunch of Spanish, mostly curse words but still would teach me. And anytime some music would come on he would be the one to dance with me.
Sorry I'm rambling. All in all I was very close to everyone in our squad of thirteen rowdy marines but it was my home. Now while the others were family Miles was much more.
As soon as I met the colonel I was enamored. It was hard to even describe why or how it happened. At first you think of him as just some hard ass old geezer who would never look twice at you and then you catch him helping his fellow members in tasks. Checking up on them like a dad almost. Learning how I liked my coffee so he can bring it to me in early meetings. While everyone simply thought of him as some hard ass to the book soldier, I thought of him as a trusted leader that has and will continue to bend over backwards to help the people he's loyal to.
Simply put I I fell in love
Despite his rough figure and reputation. I fell in love with him. With the warm smile he only showed when we were alone. With how he knew I loved the plants and things of pandora and would occasionally bring me non threatening flowers when he found them while in the field. How he actually would listen to me ramble to everyone about the stuff I had learned from grace without complaining or zoning out of the confirmation like the others.Stuff like that all garnered points in my heart towards my colonel It wasn’t until almost two years later when I confessed to Miles and to my absolute surprise he reciprocated. Even though he thought he was way too old for me I didn’t care. I had been surrounded by death my whole life so I quickly learned to seize any moment I could never know if that person would be there the next day. It wasn't until a year later that he proposed. That was the same year that Jake Sully arrived.
Jake Sully was granted access I would have killed for. To be an avatar.
Jake was cool, another fellow marine who even though he tried not to show it, was fascinated with the world of Pandora and everything he was learning. A strong and independent person that despite his personal and physical trauma was such a goof. Miles liked him, I could tell. He respected jake for not letting his physical issues take him out. He liked people who persevered through issues. So it was no surprise that Jake was working with grace and i but he was still under the command of Miles.
When Grace decided to take her norm, Max, Jake and others out to the old shack to work instead of hell's gate I was given the option to go with them. Unfortunately I couldn't stay all the time. I wanted to be with my family and closer to better medical help for the life that was now growing inside me.Grace understood that but I for sure could feel the divide that was happening between the two groups of people I found myself Entangled in especially as Jake got to know more and more about the omaticaya clan.
You see, I saw something on both sides. The RDA was all about money and with the way the economy and everything was back on earth money was a necessary evil. While I don't agree with what they were doing, I understood why. With grace, norm, and Jake I saw the beauty of pandora. How much different she was from our own planet that is now no more than dust and metal it feels but here in the plush forests of color it was amazing. I could understand why the natives were so protective over it, myself slowly joining them. A little while into Jake's expedition I even got to meet Neytiri.
She had shown up to the little shack at Jake's persistence to meet me,and norm and to reconnect with grace since she had known her from before. Jake was trying to show her that not all humans were bad, which I can’t say he fully succeeded on but she respected all of us. I mean she was definitely standoffish at first with me, but once she saw my pregnant belly I could see something in her shift. She asked me about human babies and if they were very different from Navi ones. And she asked me about our family’s and about nature and we even bonded over teasing Jake which I found great, much to his detriment. Neytiri was great honestly. She was beautiful and strong and when it all came down to it we found we had more in common than not. I truly started considering her a friend and her doing the same with me.
Unfortunately when I got later in my pregnancy I could no longer fly out to the old shack anymore Miles being a worry wart. Actually all of the team were worriers but I just took it in stride. I knew how much they all loved me and I was happy to stay put to give them peace of mind. The only thing I wish I could do was get them to all stop taking Parker’s orders. It was like we weren’t even soldiers anymore, more like Parker and the RDAs hunting dogs. Even though I tried every day to tell them that the RDA was wrong. I know they were all loyal to a fault but I thought that loyalty was to each other over the RDA. Some would listen to me and agree with some of the things i said but some would just shake their heads at me and tell me we have to do the best we can for our own before trying to change the subject. Hard headed soldiers every last one of them but none more so than miles. No matter how much i speak and i know he listens hes loyal to the rda almost to a fault.
But I didn’t have a lot of more time to try and convince him that the shit Parker was whispering in his ear was all bullshit. It was late evening right before the eclipse that my water broke. God was that fun. 13 hours of labor and my son is finally welcomed into the world. He was so small. Beautiful light blond hair on his head, and his fathers eyes. It was unfair how I carried him for 9 months and he came out looking just like his dad. Everyone was so excited about him though our little Miles Lyle l/n quartich
*(couldn't find if spider had a middle name so just went with they made Lyle his god dad and named him that)
I had just taken the baby to the nurses unit to get his one month evaluation. It’s nice to get out again after being on bed rest for the last month. Everyone’s been very hush hush about any missions and stuff that have happened recently and it's not until I saw Miles and the others in a lab with Parker, that my interest was peaked, since they all would rather die than come over to this section. Walking through the doors everyone went a little quiet. Like teeenagers trying not to be caught in a lie. That was red flag number two.
I see miles talking into a camera and ask what he’s doing. He sates my curiosity by telling me Parker is making the team catch up on their logs so that the RDA has a good view of what's been happening. I know he is lying to me and he’s lucky I'm tired from staying up with our son or I would call him on his bullshit but that will be a conversation for later. He pushed me off to go get some sleep while baby miles was at his check up and that daddy would pick him up and they would join us later and i agreed. Placing a kiss on his lips i make my way out of the lab and towards our shared courtiers
Unbeknownst to him I learned what they were really doing video logs for. After leaving the lab I heard other soldiers talking about how sick it was seeing that big tree go up in flames. And I froze in my spot. No, I couldn't have heard that right. After pulling rank on them they told me what happened and to say I was pissed was an understatement, then being told that the others were now going to attack the omaticaya clan. I was seething. I immediately called Jake and the others knowing grace would tell me what's been happening without sugar coating anything,but found that they were no longer there. That's not good at all. I quickly made my way to the research sector and try to find max or really anyone. Bursting in the labs side room i see max running around like a chicken without a head
“Max where are they whats going on”
“y/n. You shouldn’t be here”
“Max what’s happening the others aren't answering and i just learned Parker wants to declare all out war basically”
“I'm sorry y/n. You’ve missed a lot since you’ve been out with the baby.”
“Well quickly fill me the fuck in.”
Max quiets me and takes me over to a side office shutting the door securely behind us. That’s when he tells me what happened. Tells me how the RDA had attacked Hometree and were now trying to take over the Forest. How Jake and the others tried to help the Navi and were caught and labeled traitors. How he and Trudy helped them escape. Each piece of info was like a knife to my heart. Everything pierced through me, when I asked about what had happened to them All he could tell me is that Jake was trying to get all the clans together to stop the RDA and that the board had somehow been set with jake neytiri and the natives on one side and my love and family on the other being pawns for the rda.
There’s no way. There was no way the people who would come see me and my baby and gush every time they saw him would lie to me. There’s no way the man I loved would lie to me and tell me everything was fine. No I, it couldn't be. I couldn't be stopped as I ran from the room. Once back in my own quarters I empty my stomach in the toilet almost shaking from rage and disappointment when I hear miles come in.
“Mamas your boys are home” Miles comes into the bedroom seeing me sitting on the bed looking pissed.
“What’s wrong darlin.”
“Don’t call me that right now miles.”
“Darlin?”
“DONT.! I got to know miles where do you and the others get off lying to my face.”
“Whatcha talking about”
“I know miles I know about the attack on hometree. I know about Jake and the others I KNOW.” I say screaming. Little miles now crying as I storm over and take him from his father, lulling him back to sleep and putting him in his little room while his predecessor tries to figure out what to say to me.
“Darlin now.”
“No miles this is wrong. I thought we understood each other I thought we agreed that we”
“Well you thought wrong. Darlin. We are not here to make friends with the natives, we are here for the rock in the ground.”
“Fuck that rock miles fuck the RDA the Navi are people they have emotions they have families just like us what makes us so much better to them to do this. They did nothing to us beside try and protect their home the same we would if the roles are reversed”
“Darlin, I think you forget who you're talking to.”
“No, I know exactly who I'm talking to. I'm talking to the man I thought was the love of my life but with every word is slowly proving to me he’s just as bad as everyone originally said.
Miles just grits his teeth as I get in his face. Just because I had a baby did not mean I wasn’t still a soldier. And he was about to relearn that real quick.
“y/n this is the mission i knew i should have pulled you from hanging out with those scientists sooner i knew you were getting too mushy for that natives.”
“Mushy miles what the fuck.”
“ENOUGH! He yells silencing my rant. “At the end of the day i am Colonel Quartich, at the end of the day i'm doing my duty to the human race, and i will not compromise that for anyone.”
“I'm not anyone, I'm your fiancé, the mother of your child. Im”
“You're still a soldier. A soldier under the RDA. Now I think it's time you take a little bit to remember whose side you’re actually on. Our or the savages outside.”
“The only savage I see right now is all of you.” I say as I throw my ring at him before snatching up baby miles things and locking ourselves in the spare bedroom.
I don't see that Miles breathes heavily, clutching his head as he tries not to punch a hole in the wall. I don't see how he reaches down and picks up my ring and pockets it or how he leaves and locks me and the baby in our quarters with strict orders to make sure we are taken good care of. Making sure i stay there while the next mission is about to commence, cause he knows deep down he'll lose me if i go out there.
But like miles said i am a soldier and even though i just had a baby i was not about to let my lover fuck everything up.
It took me most of the next day to get out of the room. But once i finally wired the room door to open I was met with no one there thank god most being called to the front lines. I run to the lab to find Max and others still there trying to figure out what to do. I run over and grab max
“y/n what are you doing”
“Max i dont have time. I have to stop this.”
“y/n there’s nothing you can do now”
“No stop there is always time ok. I need you to help me though i need y’all to look after my baby”
“What y/n no”
“Max, I swear to eywa right now help me.!”
He just puts his hands up and relents one of the female scientists Abby comes over in all her goth glory and takes little miles from Mac promising she would help look after him. I trusted her, she had a good head on her soldiers and was constantly coming to see the baby. She called him her ray of sunshine in the lab. I kiss Miles' little head breathing him in as he smiles up at me, his beautiful little blue eyes the picture of his father.
“I love you my baby. And I pray we are reunited. But I have to go knock some sense into your papa first. Please take care of him.”
“We will y/n. We promise, go give them hell.”
All I can do is nod as I rush away. Leaving half my heart behind in hells gate as the other is lost in the forest. Take one of the new roving speeders and hustle to try and get to the shack its a god ways way but the pilot having my gun to his head helped speed thing along. That is until an arrow comes flying in disabling the copter hurtling us down. The landing was definitely rough and my pilot was dead but i was close enough I could make it on foot. I start rushing through the forest making my way when out of nowhere Dickson comes into my view
He was a fellow soldier. Was on the same transport as me when we first arrived on Pandora but like his last name implied he was a massive dick.Misogynistic, self absorbed, everything wrong with a guy he had wrapped up in a package.
“Well ill be damned the rumors where true”
“And what rumors would that be.”
“That you turned your back on the colonel and the others from some blue dick.” I just grimace at his stupid face waiting to see what move he would make
“I know quartich said not to harm you but if your turning ass and hanging with the tree fuckers then you deserve to die here and now.”
“Then do it you punk ass bitch.” I say before coming at the soldier with gusto. My life is on the line, my son's life. The life of my friends. I have everything to lose and I won't let some gung ho jackass soldier take it all away from me. I need to get to Jake and the others I got to get somewhere to stop miles. Gun shots ring out as I ditch my gun to rush Dickerson. My knife meeting his chest multiple times effectively ending his existence. So long to bad rubbish
I don’t even look back, It wasn’t until I was finally speeding to the old shack that I felt the burning in my side. Shit. I yell out. I have nothing to stop the large hole in my side but I can’t let that stop me now. I'm almost there. I almost have everything I need in the palm of my hands. I know seeing me will stop miles I know I could get him to stand down.
Finally getting to the old shack I see Miles and Jake are going at it, both not backing down from the situation at hand. All I can do is clutch my side trying to stop the bleeding caused from that bitchs gun. I finally get into the clearing yelling out to the both of them.
“MILES, JAKE PLEASE STOP”
They both look over toward me seeing me stumble into the clearing. Jake is all done up in his warrior garb war paint on his face. He has a couple of cuts and nicks all over him. Miles wasn’t any better i dont know what happened to his amp suit but it now had no glass protection. Just miles with a exo mask over his face. The face that briefly looked upon me with worry and anxiety before his colonel mask came back up.
“Y/n get out of here it is not save”
“You don't speak to her sully”. Miles turns slightly to me still keeping jake in his peripheral vision
“Darlin what are you doing here you should be hooded up somewhere with the baby
“This needs to stop, Miles, this is wrong. You know that
“Darlin, I don't have the time to argue with you right now. I have to make sure this deserter piece off trash gets what’s coming to him
“Miles please, he just ignores me turning back to jake fully
“Jake i don't know how you and those scientists took here away from me but ill make sure you regret it
“Miles, listen to me please Jake has nothing to do with this. This is me please, I say trying to stumble further in front of jake. Him trying to reach out to me being shot back by the amp suit taking a giant step.
“Miles don't do this, let's just walk away please. We have little miles we have each other, everyone else that is left from our squad we can all stand down and go be real people, we can all be at peace with the Navi and have our own family. We don't need to fight.
“Darlin i know you aren’t telling me to turn my back on humanity
“No im telling you to choose your family and the people that matter over orders fro people who give two fucks if you lived or died today. Im begging you miles
I see his eyes cloud over with indecision. But I also saw Neytiri. I hadn’t noticed her before, preoccupied with my own wound and trying to save my family.
“Darlin you're right I.” “Neytiri NO.”
But everything is too late. Her arrows pierce through the air just as her battle cry does. All finding their target in my fiancés chest, as he and his suit go crashing into the pandorian forest floor
“NO!!!!!” I scream fumbling over to Miles exo suit.
“NO NO NO no come on miles please please please.”
He is still awake choking on the blood now filling his lungs. His eyes come over to me and he tries to lift his hand to cradle my face
“Miles please no”
“I'm sorry darlin”
“No don't be sorry I'm sorry please don't leave me. I love you so much. Please”
‘Darlin i love you tell miles I love him to”
“No you have to live to tell him yourself please.”
All i can do is clutch his hand against my face praying to whoever i can to save him. But it does nothing as the light leaves his eyes
“y/n”. I hear jake say behind me Gently coming up to me
“y/n”?
“No, leave us alone.”
“y/n come on it's not safe out here”
“It’s too late Jake please.”
Jake doesn’t listen to me and comes up kneeling next to me. Placing his giant blue hand on my shoulder I finally turned into him, letting him envelope me in the hug I oh so needed. Momentarily forgetting I was bleeding out and my love just died in my arms
“y/n I'm so sorry” he says but as he comes up to pull me away and look at me does he notice the blood now staining his hand “Shit y/n are you hit?.” he starts looking over me seeing the gaping wound in my stomach. He gently sits me to lie back on the ground trying to find something around us he can stop the bleeding with.
“Yeah one of those bitchs shot me.”
“It’s ok y/n will get you cleaned up ok Neytiri.” He yells but I just put my hand on his face to bring his attention back to me.
“Jake, I need you to do something for me ok.
“What y/n no you’ll be fine.”
Jake please i'm a soldier i know when a wound is bad. Neytiri please just stop. Neytiri now joins her mate next to me. She looks over me with a sad look in her eyes her ears pinned down almost guiltily but I didn’t blame her
I'm sorry, tiri i'm sorry for everything that has happened to you because of humans but I must ask you. Ask you both a few more favors.
I want you to take care of miles. He's just a baby. He's not his father, he's not me, he's the perfect mix of both. He will be a wonderful human, I know it in my heart. Please don't let him suffer. Please
“We will y/n i swear.” neytiri says next to me, taking my other hand in hers, placing it against her cheek.
I have something else to ask jake. Please give these to miles too.” I hand Jake my dog tags with my ring on them as well as quartichs tags with his.
Please tell him his father wasn’t a monster. He was just lost, and I failed to lead him out. Please
“We will y/n I promise”,
“Tell him I'm sorry I couldn't stay with him but I know he will be better off on Pandora instead of earth.”
They both just nod to me, tears filling their eyes. My body has long since gone cold and I know my time is near.
“My final request for you is to bury us both somewhere nice.
What? Jake asks solumely
“Yeah somewhere beautiful, somewhere in the sun together, maybe then we will be together in the next life.” They both promise me and watch as the rain begins to drop slowly the light finally leaves me and they both just look down in shame and saddens neytiri hugging my small body to her saying prayers to eywa for mine and miles soul. How could she refuse her friend's wishes? She may have not agreed with who her friend's love was but love was sacred. Her and jake would follow the women’s wishes
After the fighting was over Jake, Neytiri and the other avatars and people that had known followed my wishes. Neytiri draped me in a beautiful fabric covered with flowers. Miles was given the same treatment given a warriors garb. Both of us positioned next to each other for the rest of eternity. The omaticaya tell stories of the butcher of the hometree and how he wasn’t evil, just misguided and how it takes those around you to help each other find the right way. The story is really becoming an essential teaching lesson for all children. Miles or spider as he likes to go by now grows alongside the other sully children. Jake and Neytiri really stepped up to be parents to him along with the others who were allowed to stay alongside the Navi after the humans' mass exit. He was definitely wild but very much loved. He knew who his birth parents were and he learned how much they had loved him. Every year he and the others all go out to the grave site to pay their respects.
Everything is perfect for 16 years until one night more stars than usual fill the pandorian night sky.
#miles quaritch x reader#avatar way of water#avatar fanfiction#spider x reader#deja blue team x reader#sully family x reader
96 notes
·
View notes
Text
Alone || Haunted
Previous
They had left the top of the hill, walking away back the field Natalia and Daisy patched up in.
"Why are there always so many people bothering us?" Daisy asked. "Why are there so many wars?"
"'Cause, honey, before all this, men could argue over sports, and before sports, they fought in wars. No more sports, they had to resort back to war." Natalia explained.
"Hey, this was a woman." Negan reminded. "This time."
"Yeah and it was you and the jolly green giant backing her up." She raised a brow.
Daryl had sent Daisy over to the patch of flowers, after showing her how to make a daisy chain, giving her something to do.
The two men sat on opposites sides of the log, whilst Natalia laid on the grass, staring at the sky.
It was silent between the three of them, before she started to chuckle, then that turned into a giggle, until eventually she was hysterically laughing.
"Dude, she's lost it." Negan muttered to Daryl, leaning over the log, watching Natalia.
"Shut up, man." He nudged him back over.
"Oh, god, it hurts so bad so laugh, but it's so funny." Natalia continued to giggle, holding her sides.
"Nat, what's going on?" Daryl asked her, shuffling off the log to sit beside her, holding her gently. "What's so funny?"
"My life, Daryl, my whole existence is a joke." She covered her mouth, trying to stop the laughs. "It's, the whole thing is just disaster after disaster!" She cracked.
"And that's funny because?" Negan continued to be nosy.
"Well, for starters I was born in 1985, y'know, the year of the 9000 victim earthquake in Mexico, and the spread of aids, and don't forget the Japan airline crash. Then, at the age of four, my father dies from a peanut, Hello, a peanut, one! Singular peanut! I mean, how the hell does someone just die from that, something so small!" She cracked up. "Oh, and spoiler alert, I found out I was also allergic, cause my mom's drug addict boyfriend, who was supposed to be babysitting me, fed them to me! Cause he was too doped up to tell the difference between them and pretzels! And then my Mom married my step-dad, who was a really great guy, I mean, he got me out of going to Juvie, he was kind, he never grassed me up, he's the one who supported me when my Mother found out I was pregnant in college and cut me off, then drove me to the hospital, when I went into labour during graduation! Which I finished top of my class, by the way, because my boyfriend at the time was too hungover to even bother to show up! But because I was a twenty-two year old mother, no one would take me on! Because they didn't trust it, and they called me unreliable, and a free monthly check ready to happen. At the age of twenty-five, guess what happened?" She didn't let them answer. "Dead people started walking and eating the alive people! Then my boyfriend kills himself, eats my daughter, I have to put down the both of them, which were my first ever walker kills, by the way, and then, I had a miscarriage, with no one around but my dog, who was also murdered!" She cackled at this. "Then I begin a feud with a man who had taunted me with rats! I hate rats! And then more people come along, and these are bad, bad people, they did terrible things, and I was left with no over choice but to kill them, because If I didn't, those bad things would either continue to happen, or they would just slaughter me. But then, then I met you." She smiled at Daryl. "And Rick, and Glenn, and Carl, and Maggie, and Beth and they are all gone! They're dead, the first good people, who made me feel like a person, are all dead or gone, and you're always too busy with other stuff then being around me, you might as well be gone! Anyway, and then, we spend months on the road, I had to spend months on the road with people who hated me, who didn't trust me because of the way I was forced to survive, all with a pregnant woman, who acted as though sleeping with her husbands best friend was such an heinous thing to happen to her, because nothing bad happens to angels like her, and she's just soo innocent, and this baby is such a curse! But she dies, too, because everyone dies, and I get shot! I got shot whilst I was playing ball with my dog, and you weren't there, because you left us! You left us for your brother who kidnapped Glenn and Maggie and beat them, did terrible, terrible things to them, but oh no, that's not the worst thing to ever happen to them, was it! I've been through three wars, I've been shot, I've been held at gunpoint, I survived by myself, and with a group of men who looked at me like I was the freshest cattle at the market, then I had to survive a herd, from inside a car, Oh, my twenty-seventh birthday? We met Evie, and thank god we met Evie, cause she's just amazing, but then a few days later, red poncho guy had to show up then disappear, and then Evie's dad dies, rip, Rick made us move that herd, and then I accidentally kissed you, and get this, if it wasn't for Michonne, I woulda never made a move on you, cause I thought I'd be cheating on my dead boyfriend." She wheezed.
"And then two months after that, our friends are brutally killed in front of us, and we get kidnapped, and some guy touched me, and I didn't even get justice, because that was taken from me, from the guy who kidnapped me! And then we escape, I get married, yay! We fight the war, and we win, once again, go us! But then I find out I'm pregnant, whilst hanging above walkers, literally hanging above them! Rick goes missing, my daughter gets kidnapped, I go into labour in the woods, whilst fighting a group of walkers, that I could barely do, because I was so large! We had a couple of good years, really, really good years, and then we move into the woods, and I get pregnant again, but that's fine, because I delivered him by myself, and then Carol shows up, she wants us to take care of her son, you said no, but god damn it, I'm so weak, I just had to cave, we go to Hilltop, and instantly get sent on a mission, Jesus dies, so sad. The kids escape from under our nose. We have to sneak into unknown territory to lure them back, and then we have to fight whisperers in an abandoned building, but then Henry gets hurt, because of course he does, and then the fair, oh, the fair. I spoke to Alpha, I was going to put Archie down for a nap, and she came and spoke to us, and I replied, I had a conversation with her, then walked away, I knew something was off, and I chose to ignore it, because Archie needed a nap, and then she brutally murdered my friends... my daughter had to see her best friend's head on a spike, and I wasn't even there to comfort her. I was in a freaking mine explosion, I was dead-"
"Nat, you didn't die." Daryl held her face, trying to make her stop talking, stop reliving all these memories, but she was on a train that had no other stations. "You didn't die."
"No, no, I did, for a little bit, I was dead, there's no over way to explain it, I died." She grinned at him, like a crazy person. "And I was stuck in this house, it was my old house, with Harry, and Winnie, and everything I did, or wherever I went, he would kill her, and I would wake up in the shower, and he would do it again, over and over, and over again, and I didn't know how to make it stop, I killed him, or I would kill her, or I'd avoid them, no matter what I did, she died, because I can't protect her, I'm not a good mother, and she died because I'm not, and the only reason I am here right now, is because my other daughter had to bring me back and help me get her out of there, and then she- she killed people, Daryl she killed those two whisperers on the hill, I don't think she knew they were alive, and not walkers, because I called them walkers, because I couldn't do it myself, so I turned killing real life, human people, into a game... a game! And she cut her arm. My baby cut her arm, and my other kids, I don't even know where they are!"
"They're okay, Nat, they're fine, they're with everyone, and they're okay." Daryl told her.
"Oh my god, I forgot about the cannibals!" She wiped tears from her eyes, because she was laughing so much.
"Natty, I really think you need to stop laughing, and sleep, instead."
"I've been asleep!" She snapped, looking up at him. "I was asleep for a whole day."
"No, you were unconscious for a whole day, and you lost so much blood, that I had ta donate mine." Daryl turned harsh. "That ain't resting. Daisy, get over here!" He called the girl over, who instantly came running at her fathers instructions.
"Yes, Daddy?" She asked, her Daisy necklace looped in her hands.
"You and yer Mama need some sleep, you ain't slept in over twenty four hours, so yer gonna both lay down, under this blanket." He pulled the blanket out from Daisy's backpack. "And yer gonna count sheep, till I wake you up, got it."
"Daryl..."
"Lay down, till you stop with the crazy talk." He demanded, gently pushing her back down, and instructing Daisy to come lay beside her, but of course Natalia opened up her arms for Daisy to snuggle in. "Ain't nothin' gonna get ya, no one's gonna hurt ya, sleep."
Natalia let out a grumble, but she got comfortable, snuggling with her daughter, whilst Daryl "tucked them in" before sliding back up the log.
"Shit, man, I- I knew she had issues, but... she never told me all that." Negan sighed, looking at the pair on the grass, when sometime had passed, that they both had to have fallen asleep.
"'Cause she ain't want no one to know, 'Specially not you, of all people, you only know what you forced out of her. An' she missed out a buncha shit, too..." He rubbed his hands together nervously.
They were quiet for a bit, listening to the silence around them, until Negan took a sip from his canteen, before offering it to Daryl, who took it.
"Not to spin a broken record, but I don't think she's comin' back." Negan started. "You know, I'm... I'm not bullshitting you."
"I know." Daryl replied, sounding defeated.
"When I said that I liked it.... that wasn't part of the act."
"Yeah, I know."
"You know, when your people locked me up, I lost everything. You know, seven years spent staring out that little window... man, it sucked. It got so bad, that even my memories had bars painted on 'em. So when Alpha took me in... I admit it, I... I liked it. It was... it was nice feeling like I mattered again, like I was respected. But she took it too far. You don't kill people that don't deserve it. And you never kill kids."
"Is that supposed to make me like you?" Daryl asked him.
"No."
"Good."
"But what about my winning personality?" Negan tried.
"You tried to steal my wife, and ruin my marriage, shit load of times." Daryl answered, getting off the log, and stirring Natalia awake. "Let's go." He muttered to her, grabbing the blanket, throwing it into Daisy's bag and swinging it over his shoulder, picking up his crossbow, then his still sleeping daughter.
"What about Carol?" Negan asked, at his retreating back, but no one answered him, and so he followed instead.
They had returned home, back to Alexandria, where Natalia was reunited with her two other children, Archie, who was still a baby, didn't understand anything else but to be happy that his mother was awake to hold him, whilst Bambi caught her up on everything she had missed, even the parts that Daisy had already filled her in, on.
Judith, Gracie and RJ, were also just ecstatic to see the woman, and so was the rest of her friends and family.
But of course the nicicites hadn't lasted forever, because as soon as Carol had returned home, all four communities set off to an safehouse, of sorts, an abandoned hospital.
Lydia and Evie had also joined them, and Natalia hugged the two girls when they had sobbed their apologies to her, for failing her, which she had to push that they did not, they were children, children who should never have such burdens to carry.
"You should sit down." Negan told Natalia, when she wobbled around the halls, staring out of every visible window.
"I'm fine, and I don't need to be taking advice from you." She told him, leaning on the window sill of the one she had been currently watching out of.
"Hey, it's what everyone's thinking, they're just too scared to tell you." He gently grabbed her elbow, but slightly tightened his grip when she flinched away. "Natalia, you've gone through a shit load, physically, you need to let your body heal."
"I am healed, okay, look at me, cast's and stitches, what else do I need?" She raised the arm he was holding.
"That don't explain why you can barely walk, now."
"I've been walking all day." She furrowed her brows at him. "And my ribs, I was hidden up in rubble."
"No, no, it's-" He reached for her shirt, going to lift it but she whacked him away.
"What the hell are you doing!?" She accused.
"Your stomach-"
"Daryl!" She called.
"Does he know?" Negan asked her.
"What's going on?" Daryl asked, flying around the corner.
"He tried to touch me!" She pointed at the man.
"Yeah, that's cause your wife is hobbling around until she eventually kills herself, Daisy weren't the only one who was cut up, was she?"
"You back the hell down, man." Daryl stared him down, joining Natalia's side.
"Whatever, I'm tired of helping you people." He threw his hands in the air, walking away, in defeat.
"Nat-"
"It's not a big deal, but he grabbed me-
"Show me." Daryl told her.
"What?"
"Show me what happened."
"I- but- nothing happened."
"Nat, I could see it all over, I can tell the difference between walker blood and your blood, this..." He gestured to the blood at the bottom of her clean shirt, clearly it had bled through, without her realising. "Is yours. I noticed it from the start, but you didn't tell me about it, so I didn't mention it, but now you're lying and hiding it? Show me."
"It's not that bad, that's why I didn't-"
"Natalia, show me." He pushed, standing opposite to her, seriousness all over his face.
Natalia sighed deeply, admitting defeat, before lifting her shirt, showing him her bruised, bloody and battered torso.
"I patched it up, its why I didn't say anything, and I didn't need stitches, so it's not even bad." She tried to soften the blow.
"Nat..." Daryl sighed, ghosting his fingers along her side, then checked that no one was around. "Baby, you shoulda told me."
"But I'm okay." She nodded, holding his cheek. "I'm okay, Daryl, so it's okay."
"It's not." He shook his head, looking down.
"It is, our children are all alive, you're alive and I'm alive, Dog is even alive." She chuckled. "That seems pretty okay to me."
"No... no, no it's not." He continued to shake his head, not meeting her eyes.
"It is, baby, it is, it's okay." She lifted his face, kissing him gently. "It's okay, Daryl, it's okay." She kissed him again.
He dropped his head onto her shoulder, his arms went around her, but he refused to properly hug her.
"Why don't we lay down, for a bit, find a quiet room-"
"I ain't gonna have sex with yer." He interrupted, through a sniff.
"That wasn't what I was implying." She laughed. "We can just lay down, for a bit, you need the rest, Luke's still working on his part, there's so many people here, and you need rest. You haven't stopped in days."
"M'fine." He lifted his head from her shoulder, looking down at her, his eyes were red and puffy, he looked so sad, it was breaking her heart just looking at him.
"You can't lie to me, I'm your wife and I'm injured, also, you're a bad liar, too. C'mon." She grabbed his hand, heading down the hallway, to find that empty room she spotted earlier, it had a bed in there, it would do.
"Alright, baby, you lay down, I'm just gonna go talk to Diane, okay? You stay here." Natalia pushed Daryl on the bed.
"But you shouldn't-"
"Stay, I'll be a minute." She narrowed her brows, glaring at him with a pointed finger, backing out the room.
Natalia used the wall as support to help her get to the crowded reception area of the hospital.
"Hey, uhm, Nat." Carol approached Natalia's side.
"Nat!" Rosita swooped by, easing Natalia away.
"Thanks." She smiled.
"Hey, I'm pissed at her too, she tried to kill my best friend, Daryl might have forgiven her, but I sure as hell haven't."
"Speaking of which. We need some time to ourselves, he's, he's been through a lot, too, he needs a lil break, we're just gonna lay down for a lil bit, you'll come let us know when it's time?"
"Yeah, sure, just make sure you're not moaning too loud-"
"Ro! Good intentions only! He'll barely touch me cause he's too scared he'll break something." She scoffed.
"Go cuddle, you deserve it." Rosita nudged her. "Kid's are preoccupied, we're working on shit, I'll come get you."
"Love you."
"Love you, too." She smiled, and Natalia walked away, passing a book shelf, picking up one of the books on her way back to the room.
"Yer back." Daryl greeted her, laying on his back, his head supported by his arm.
"Told you, I would be. So you forgave Carol, after she put me in a coma?" She asked, closing the door and slipping her shoes off, sliding on the bed, next to him.
"Naw, just tryna make sure she doesn't do anything stupid, again. she said sorry." Daryl replied, sliding further down, resting his head on her shoulder, throwing an arm just under her ribs, above the cut on her abdomen, his left leg covered both of hers.
"I don't wanna hear it, don't care. I was being nice to her, and she almost got me blown up." She grumbled, running her fingers through his hair.
"I know, you tried hard, proud of yer." He mumbled, rubbing his head along her chest as he eased into sleep.
She continued to run her fingers through his hair, as he slept, it didn't matter that she was in an unbearable amount of pain, they're gonna make him risk his life in a few hours, and he was too caught up about her, she needed him to believe she was okay, so she'd do what she could to make him believe that.
She didn't realise she'd started humming that song, the song she used to sing to the twins when they were in the womb, Eyes Without A Face, fuck, she loved Billy Idol.
Rosita burst through the door, eventually, looking alarmed.
"You guys gotta get up, they found us, we're surrounded." She told them, when Daryl jumped awake.
People were running around like crazy, when they left the room, throwing things, grabbing things, fixing things, and then some breaking things, it was hectic and chaos.
"Girls, get away from the window- oh... shit..." Natalia muttered, when she pulled the twins from the sills, but then spotted the mass amount of walkers just outside. "Alright, duck and quietly walk back to your area." She told them. "Go play with the cat."
"Archies playing with the cat, with Evie and Lydia." Bambi told her.
"Then go play with Archie, Evie and Lydia, playing with the cat." Daryl told them, resting his hands on both their heads, steering them in that direction.
"I'm scared." RJ grabbed Natalia's hand, his other was holding Gracie.
"But we're safe up here, y'know that." She told the both of them, crouching down.
"You've seen how many are coming." Gracie pushed. "Lot's more than we have."
"That? Pfft, I've seen more, this is lightwork." She kept her cool. "Come on, let's go play with this cat, huh? We don't have to worry about this."
"But you always fight, Aunt Nat, you're the best at it, my daddy said." Gracie said.
"Aunt Nat's on rest, she ain't fighting nothing." Daryl pressed, not only speaking to the kids.
"Yeah, Aunt Nat's gonna sit this one out." She scrunched up her nose at them.
"Our plan is the same." Gabriel started, when everyone stood in the reception area, as he went over the logistics of what would happen.
Natalia stood beside Daryl, even though she wasn't allowed to participate, she wanted to know what her husband was going to be doing. She held his hand, resting her head against his shoulder as they listened.
"We lead the horde away, just not from oceanside as we had planned. Once the walkers are clear, we evacuate to Rendezvous Point B. Luke. We ready?" Gabriel asked the man.
"Yeah, yeah. Uh, technically." He stuttered, standing up.
"That doesn't fill me with a lot of hope." Natalia commented.
"Shut up, he's nervous." Daryl muttered, lowly, kissing her head as he spoke, with out people hearing.
"So, these are the final pieces that we need to connect to the wagon. But in order for it to do the pied piper thing that we need it to do over the cliff, we gotta get from A to B, and I gotta plug and plug, and then we should be good to go." He explained.
"That wagon is on the other side of the horde." Magna, who had returned from the inside of the cave, traumatised, stated.
"So... someone's gotta go through it?" Jerry questioned. "With skins in there?"
"Four groups. Two in each. One carries the cargo, one protects. It's crucial that all the equipment makes it to the wagon." Gabriel continued.
"We can make it through. I'll help." Lydia offered.
"We're willing." Bea, from Oceanside, spoke up. "But not if she goes."
"And why's that?" Natalia asked.
"Stand down." Daryl told her.
"Well, we know she's earned trust with you, but... Oceanside isn't ready. Not with this."
"Says the girl who was shooting to kill at the age of ten."
"Stop." Daryl pushed.
"That's fine." Gabriel said loudly, trying to drown out the commotion of the other two. "As it happens, Lydia's role is in here."
"Look, we're not all gonna make it through." Daryl spoke to the group now. "But this is the only way."
"If Daryl's going, then so am I." Kelly declared.
Natalia made Daryl say goodbye to the kids, before he was required to gut up, she thought it would be best if they didn't see their father dressed up in walker shit, and smelling of it, too."
"You're not gonna die, are you, Daddy?" Bambi asked, hugging him tightly.
"Naw, sweetheart, I ain't." He promised. "I don't die, remember."
"That's cause you can beat anything, Daddy."
"Hell yeah." He grinned at Daisy, hugging her too. "Alright, lemme say goodbye, to my lil man." He took Archie out of Natalia's arms, giving him a dramatic kiss on the cheek, making the baby giggle. "He's getting heavy." Daryl bounced Archie in his arms, weighing the boy.
"He's getting old, soon, we're gonna have no babies left." Natalia pouted.
"That's not an excuse to have another one." Evie piped up.
"We ain't having another baby." Daryl told her. "Five is definitely enough."
"Five, but Daddy, you only have four kids, me, Daisy, Evie, and Archie." Bambi pointed at herself and her siblings.
"Yeah, but Lydia's also under our care, which technically makes her our kid, in a way." Natalia reminded the girl.
"Oh."
"Daryl, time's ticking." Gabriel walked past them.
"That man, he offs one person and thinks he's God, himself." Natalia grumbled.
"Hey, help me gut up." Daryl spoke quietly to her, passing Archie to Evie, kissing both their heads, then giving the twins another goodbye hug, kissing them, too, before reminding them all to stay safe and be good, and that he loves them.
"Alright, stay still for five minutes, Mommy'll be back." Natalia told the kids, following Daryl to the gutting station.
Daryl put the hoodie and the jeans over his clothes, and Natalia put on the large gloves, digging her hands in the matter and spreading it over him.
"I hate that I can't go with you, I hate feeling useless." Natalia told him, as she applied it on thickly, making sure no walker will sense him.
"Better to be useless in here, then dying out there." He told her, "You've done enough, already, you deserve to sit this one out."
"I know, but I still hate it." She pouted.
"Get your back for you, dear?" Luke asked Jules, as he helped her gut up, across from them. "You know I got your back out there, too, right?"
"Oh, and the rest of me?" She asked.
"Yeah, I'm good to get that, too."
"Hey, you okay?" Jerry asked Magna, who was also going. "I mean, going back into the herd after everything..."
"I'm fine, you?" Magna smiled, meekly.
"Not at all." He replied truthfully.
"She gets to go..." Natalia rolled her eyes, as she finished up.
"She ain't end up in a coma." Daryl patted down her hair. "Hey!" He turned to Negan, who was stepping from foot to foot, looking rather uncomfortable. "Why you clean?"
"I ain't going." Negan admitted.
"You've done this more'n any of us."
"I am on the tip-top of every skins' kill list. Especially fee fi fo asshole. So if the idea is to get through without drawing a shitload of attention, then I am the last person these people want standing next to them."
"Please, Negan." Natalia stepped towards them, acting all innocent like. "Please, y'know, I'd feel a lot better if you went with them. I mean, no offense to these guys, but, no one will do a better job then you will, I mean, you're skilled, you know what's up, and... you got a winning personality." She played his own words against him. "You'd do it for me, wouldn't you? I'd go out there, but, I'm pretty weak, at the moment. But-- I'd feel so much better if you went with them." She went as far to stand on her tip toes, gently kissing his cheek, sealing the deal. "At least think about it." Then she led Daryl away.
"You're sick." He grumbled to her.
"Need to help somehow, don't worry, I'll bleach my lips, if it makes you feel better."
And it had worked, because Negan had gutted up.
"I love you, don't die on me." Natalia told Daryl, when Gabriel had called time.
"I ain't never gonna." He promised, he kissed Natalia, with tongue, and she knew exactly why, when he pulled away, staring down the tall, gutted up, man, wearing his whisperer mask.
"Daryl, you finished?" Gabriel asked him.
"Yup." He squeezed Natalia's hip, walking with the others, out of the door.
Natalia stood next to Judith, when they closed it again.
"He's gonna be alright." She told the girl.
"I know." She sighed. "Doesn't mean I'm not any less scared."
"That's a good thing, reminds yourself that you care, you're still alive and human."
He waved goodbye to the pair, smiling at them through the window, and they waved bye, back, and then Natalia took her and Lydia back upstairs, they didn't need to see the downstairs part fill up with walkers.
Next
#daryl dixon#daryl dixon smut#the walking dead daryl#twd daryl#carl grimes#carol peletier#daryl fanfiction#glenn rhee#michonne#rick grimes#daryl x y/n#daryl dixon x reader#daryldixonalonetwd#darylxnatalia#daryl x you#daryl x reader#twd daryl x y/n#daryl dixion x reader#negan smith#rosita espinosa
34 notes
·
View notes
Text
huh (Dev log # I'M ON 4?!!?!?!)
Hi guys! It’s me, @magpies4days on a different blog! That’s really the only promise I kept. Whoops. That’s why I don’t do promises. Anyways, since the last time I updated y'all, I passed all my finals and everything that was important. Yep, I passed my finals, which seems miraculous, because I accidentally studied the wrong study guide for my history exam and didn't really sleep enough the night before, and I got a 90 on it, which I'll be honest, that was the lowest grade I've ever gotten on a test in that class, but it's still an A so I won't cry about it. I turned in a really shitty essay too for one of my classes, but it seems that my professor didn’t actually read it because she gave me a 100 (ain’t gonna complain about that). I also procrastinated so hard on my graphic design final that I did it in like 3 hours and finished it 2 minutes before it was late. I still turned it in 5 minutes late because my computer decided it was funny to start acting up. Oh well, I passed that class, even for honor's standards. Normally I would be happy getting a B because I'd get a C and still celebrate but unfortunately I slayed too hard that my GPA was the minimum requirement for the Honor's organization to notice me. That's the Thinker in my Myers Briggs type showing baybee (JK JK I'm an INFP (unfortunately.)). Anyways, I’m on my winter break, and as much as I love getting breaks, god I forgot how much I hate summer and winter breaks. Summer breaks make me depressed because I have nothing to do, and winter breaks make me depressed because it’s literally the worst season of the year (cold weather (I have cold urticaria), dry air, less sun, the position of the sun is weird, and d3 barely does anything).
Anyways, onto the actual dev stuff. I probably should’ve figured this out the moment I started my idea, but I found out that to export my game to Mac, I’d have to have a developer id and pay for it. Which now I understand why most indie devs never upload to Mac. Oh well. (Fun fact: Mac actually has a feature called BootCamp which lets you portion your hard drive to allow you to have a Windows driver (Be wise on your portioning though because it’s permanent). I found this out when I was 16 and trying to download Pizza Tower demos. Totally not saying that so you could play it on your “Mac,” *wink wink*).
I had to switch my dialog stuff from a script I found on the internet, to an add-on that most Godot devs use ( Dialogic). I know. I am awful. However, there is a reason to this, and it’s entirely because I am an idiot. I have experimented with how Godot exports JSONs, and as it turns out, the images nor the audio would load! The text would, but it’s just not the same, especially when the dialog box is supposed to change with the character speaking. While it could be something in my code that is causing this to happen, or I'm forgetting to export something else while checking off all the boxes, it still gives me a headache and I decided it was for the best to switch. I may not be able to code for now, but there may be a day when I can. Hopefully. I had to change the layout of the dialog stuff because Dialogic kinda makes it like a visual novel kinda thing. I decided to torture myself and make everyone have different heights. Don't worry, everyone has relatively normal heights. Except for mayyybe Sleepy Weepy. They're like 6'2 (which may mean there's some cutoff for their sprites).
Aaaaanyways, enough about me suffering about dialog again. I’ve been working on the beginning and ending cutscene so that I can first torture everyone with 5 minutes of dialog in the beginning and then at the end music with text that may give people a hard time reading the lyrics. The animation isn’t done, but the text kinda is??? I’ll have to revise it like I have the past 56 times because my future self is hard to please, and I think everyone is out of character except Xandra.
Yeahhh, that’s about it so far. I made new music while I was being harassed with finals. Take a gander, but with your ears. Or don't, forcing you is unethical.
Top 10 Sleepy Weepy of all time!!!!! (This is doesn't even make it in the honorable mentions)
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
So basically there’s a website called Serializd, which is a letterboxd ripoff, but for shows, and I made an account there in august. I also have accounts on both letterboxd and backloggd (which is for games), and on both I always log the date I watch a movie/finish a game, but since I first started this account recently, there aren’t any diary entries from before august 29, and I can’t look at something like steam to check dates like with games.
So what I had to do to get a more expansive diary was check every other imaginable outlet for possible dates. This meant mainly Imdb and Discord, but since Imdb only shows the last time you changed a rating because it’s a fuckin piece of shit website with zero thought spared for people like me, it’s less than ideal, and my Discord convos are very sporadic. This led to a need for alternative solutions, and I had to utilize a lot of different sources.
Like for the DCAU shows I watched in late 2021, I mentioned on august 21 that I was watching batman, but then on the 25th I said I was watching superman, so Clearly I finished batman in that space. So I checked a plan I made that summer for which days I could watch shows (because I had little time), and it turned out I could only have finished in on the 23rd, so that was that. Then I found the watch order guide I had used, and discovered that it recommended a movie right after finishing the superman show, so after checking letterboxd for the diary date for that movie, it was a piece of cake to figure out when in the preceding days I got through that show.
Andf then obviously for some of the shows I could just check out the release date for some of them, since I knew which ones I watched immediately. And for Invincible (2021) I had to check out when Schaffrillas Productions made his vbideo on the show, since I remember already having watched it at that time, and that I watched in inbetween classes. So I checked my old school schedule and found the date, easy peasy. And for justice league, I had google the wikipedia episode page, but not click on it, and read when it said I last visited it, since I knew I checked it right until the very end because I kept forgetting which episode I was on because I watched it on an illegal site on incognito.
Anyways, the list is found here: https://www.serializd.com/user/SebMoz/diary
It doesn't look impressive, but it took me a long time and it was fun. yeah.
0 notes
Text
I think I've decided to keep a written log of my dreams as a sort of reminder if I ever forget some of the weird fuckery that I go through when asleep. For some background, my dreams are always in three parts and seldom make any sense.
The last one I had started with me stepping off a bus with a stranger and my best friend. I was confused and stopped almost immediately after getting off the bus and my friend, who I'll call Sunshine, told me we were gonna be late for the first day QnA at our new job. I then asked sunshine what that job was and they said we were camp counselors but no kids were here for at least another week so we had time to set things up and become accustomed to our job. The dream then shifts to us next to the BIGGEST mud pit I have ever seen in my life and all the other counselors in line to either fight or slide down it. It seemed I was the only one with any questions about this but being the sheep that I am I decided to just get in line behind sunshine anyways. Once at the front, we discovered we had to pay to even get into the mud pit... as people who worked there? Again I walked away and my friend did as well as neither of us had the funds to pay for the mud pit party so we went back to our sleeping quarters and the scene shifted. Now I am in my chem class and I was asking the boy beside me if what work I had done was correct. He pushed my computer away and said he didn't appreciate cheating. I was confused and simply told him I thought he was the TA for this class and he was supposed to check my work anyways. He again said he did not condone cheating and turned me away. The person sitting to my left said I should really do my work and not allow others to do it for me. My response was oh so eloquently said and instead of backing myself with facts to apologize I said "I don't give a fuck". Apparently, everyone else heard and gasped at which made the professor angry and her response was to have everybody stand up and point out someone in the class that they had been friends with or had known for ages. I happened to have moved away from my friends to attend school so I knew no one, which my teacher knew and this public display was a way to punish me by saying I was alone. Dream me then got so sad I woke up with tears in my eyes and a rather confused mindset.
And that was all I can remember from my latest dream, though I am sure I left out some parts.
0 notes
Text
Sapnap- face cam
Wc- 1987
Warnings- none (I think)
I've been up for almost 30 hours mainly because I was doing college homework all of last night and because my boyfriend Sapnap was streaming and being very loud which kept me up in the first place which was why I did my homework anyway. I love Sapnap to death but sometime he can be a little annoying but I put up with it.
Sapnap only got into bed at 4am and he's still asleep now at 11pm meanwhile since then I've finished a big essay, cleaned the apartment, done another essay and then made breakfast for myself which I'm eating now. I wish I could be this productive when I've had sleep but somehow it never works like that.
Eventually Sapnap came downstairs sauntering because he was still sleepy, some of us wish. He walked right over giving me a hug from behind as I washed some dishes and gave me a kiss on my cheek.
"Morning babe you alright?" He asked
"Yeah I'm good a little tired but I'll live" I replied
"Just to let you know I'll be streaming later" he said
He always tells me when he's streaming because his fans don't know about us and he doesn't want to accidentally reveal anything to protect me which is cute but it gets hard when he streams for hours on end and I need help with something. Sapnap is good about to it though if I really need help I either text him or message him on discord and he'll help but he sometimes doesn't read his messages.
I gave him some of what I made for breakfast and he sat down to eat it while I talked at him about college work that he pretends to care about. He's very supportive of all my college work and he'll let me get on with things if I have to but he will also talk about things with me if I want to. Thats one of the best things about Sapnap is his ability to adapt to how I'm feeling at any given moment and I like to think I'm at least ok at doing the same for him.
After breakfast Sapnap cleaned the rest of the dishes and let me take a shower which was nice and relaxing and woke me up a little bit as the cold water at the start hit my back, usually I would not be under the water as it warmed up but today I felt like I needed a shock to my system to get it going for another day. I had more homework and a lecture to do today so there was no chance for a nap until the evening when it's kind of pointless anyway.
After my shower I got dressed into some sweatpants and a t-shirt because it was comfy for sitting down all day in. Sapnap had got my laptop ready for me and had got me a glass for water which was sweet of him. My lecture was in about 2 minutes so I logged onto the class ready for it to start, when it did I put my headphones on so that Sapnap didn't have to listen to my teacher going on about whatever we were doing today, he always says he doesn't care but even I don't want to listen to it sometimes so there is no way he does.
As I tapped away making notes Sapnap put his hand on my knee rubbing his thumb in circles comfortingly. He does this all the time whether its sat on the sofa like right now or while we're driving somewhere but its safe to say that I love it, it lets me know he's there in a weird way it's like he's acknowledging my presence. At one point he got up and went to the kitchen and when he came back he had my favourite snack which he put between us so that we could share. What a lovely boyfriend he's being today, I'm starting to wonder what he thinks he's done that's he's trying to make up for.
My lecture finally finished after what seemed like and age so I went to get straight on with my last essay that needed submitting by the end of the month but Sapnap shut my laptop before I could get the document open, he grabbed my hand and pulled me up from the sofa and towards the door.
"Come on were going out for a walk" he said
"Why, I have an essay to work on" I whined
"You'll never leave the house if I don't drag you out so come on" he said handing me my shoes
I put them on and grabbed a jacket because according to the weather it was meant to be a little bit chilly out today, Sapnap grabbed the house keys and pushed me out the door onto the street. We don't often go out on walks because neither of us like leaving the house that much if we were to go out it would most likely be in the car to just go for a drive.
The two of us walked down the street holding hands and swinging them back and forth as we took steps forwards. Sapnap clearly had a good idea of where he wanted to go because he was making turns all over the place. Eventually we ended up at the target not that far from our place and we went in looking at everything like you do in target and we topped up on some snacks for a movie night soon.
We left with our snacks and Sapnap dragged me to the nearest park so we could sit outside and get a bit more fresh air. The nearest park is actually the one that we went to on one of our first dates so we have good memories there, on one of the benches by the duck pond is where we had our first kiss and many more after that.
I always love going back to that park with Sapnap because each time we reminisce on the past and talk about the future which seems to change each time we come here. We walked to the exact bench that we had our first kiss on and sat down looking at the scenery. It had changed quite a bit since the first time we were here, there used to be a little play park for kids in the distance but now thats gone and is replaced with a small flower garden instead.
The first time we came here and we talked about the future all we wanted was to still be together after we left for college which of course happened, then the next time we wanted to move in together which we did and now. I'm not really sure what the future holds for us but I'm sure it will be interesting.
"Wow its been so long since we came here we have changed so much and achieved everything that we wanted to" he said
"I know its so weird to think that our last goal was to move in together and now we have been living together for 5 months where do you think we will end up in the future?" I asked
"On man I have no idea but I would love to still be living together and maybe in a bigger place and maybe even be engaged" he said
This shocked me I never expected him to say that but I guess that is the next logical step for us to take in our relationship.
"I like the sound of that" I said
We went back home and Sapnap went to stream while I worked on my essay he didn't tell me how long he was going to stream for but it will probably be about 3 hours. So I sat down and got on with writing the last 15 pages of my essay which would probably take me the entire time he was streaming maybe longer.
My essay took me almost exactly 4 hours to do but when I tried to submit it it wouldn't upload which happens from time to time. I looked at the upload speed of the WiFi since Sapnap taught me how to do it and it was fine but I assumed that it was being used for something else. This problem has happened before when Sapnap is uploading a video so I assumed that was the issue.
It got up and walked to Sapnap’s streaming room waiting outside for a moment to double check that he wasn't still streaming, I waited a couple minutes and heard nothing so I knocked and went in.
As soon as I went in I saw that Sapnap was still streaming and his face cam was on which meant that I was now on his stream in front of however many people. I've never made such a stupid mistake especially one that outs my entire relationship, I just stood in shock not being able to move and get out of the shot. Sapnap had the exact same reaction his face was filled with shock and fear at the same time.
Nothing prepares you for the moment that you expose yourself live in front of probably 100,000 people or more who will record anything that happens. Nothing prepares you for the chaos that will ensue when you do the before mentioned thing and definitely nothing prepares you for the guilt you feel doing so.
"Um hi y/n" He said trying to make things less awkward
"Hey" I replied shyly
He motioned for me to come over because there was no point trying to hide this anymore since no one will believe anything we say now. I stood next to Sapnap luckily being short enough that I still fit in frame but he had obviously given up caring at this point because he pulled me down into his lap to sit while we talked to his chat. Again he did the thing where he rubs his thumb in a circle on my leg and this time it really was for comfort.
"Well chat this is y/n and shes my... girlfriend" he said
"Hi everyone" I said shyly
"Now chat I'm going to need you to be nice to her or I'll be angry because she is very precious to me" he said
His chat were going insane telling others to clip this and people getting way to excited about all of this and some were asking questions. The whole chat was going so incredibly fast that it was hard to read all the messages.
We answered some of the basic questions like how long we have been together and other things, people also asked if George and Dream knew which of course they did and they have made jokes about Sapnap having a girlfriend but no one ever took it too seriously. At one point dream joined the call and started mocking us for being stupid and exposing ourselves and he told some stories that he knew we wouldn't mind him saying which the chat enjoyed.
I started yawning more and more as I stayed on the stream because I wasn't keeping my mind busy my tiredness was taking over. I leant back into Sapnap to rest my head on his shoulder, he out his hand on my head running it through my hair which is very relaxing.
"Are you tired?" He asked
"No I'm fine I can stay awake" I said
"I don't want to hear it I know you've been awake for over 24 hours so you are going to sleep" he almost demanded
He put his arms around my waist and pulled me into a comfortable position where I closed my eyes and fell asleep almost right away forgetting that Sapnap was still streaming but it doesn't matter.
105 notes
·
View notes
Photo
Language Learning Log 2022
Week 13 (28.03 - 03.04)
Banner photo: Stavanger Byparken from the first day of my trip. I was lucky enough to get blue skies and sunshine for three full days, only getting rain and cloud on my last day.
I didn’t really keep track of my studying because obviously for half of the week I was in Norway :D So I spoke Norwegian every day (if only a little bit here and there - I certainly didn’t have many conversations) and was surrounded by Norwegian. On the whole I managed okay, but there were times when the dialect threw me off big time and I ended up reverting to English, which is a shame. Still, it’s something to note down so that I can see my progress next time I go. Most importantly, I actually plucked up the courage to go talk to Janove - my favourite musician and one of my biggest inspirations for learning Norwegian - and bore him with my story of how I was learning Norwegian because of him and how he’d changed my life. And we spoke entirely in Norwegian, and he said I spoke really well, and obviously his opinion of my Norwegian is more important than anyone else’s 😂
I’ve already talked about the Bergenstest and how it didn’t really go as well as I’d hoped. The reading sections - which I normally ace - had a fair number of words I wasn’t sure about, and I know for a fact that at least one I took a punt on was wrong because that exact word popped up a lot when I was at the oil museum the next day (on the bright side, I will never forget what it means!) I also normally do well on the interview reports, but I know I missed a few details this time. One thing I’m happy with is the grammar section because I spotted a stupid mistake literally seconds before time ran out. It was such an ADHD thing; I skim-read the sentence, misunderstood it and wrote oldest instead of youngest as my answer. And that, folks, is why you always stay until the end of the exam, even if you’re sure you’ve finished and you’re sure you’ve checked it 100 times.
Anyway, I think I’ll have passed (if I fail it’ll be because of the interview report), but I don’t think I’ll have got C1. That’s okay; I can retake it next year if I want (and maybe I will). First I have the speaking test to do (ugh). But before that, I’m going to dedicate some time to Japanese (which I’ve been super excited about for weeks, but now I’m like... eh I kinda just wanna focus on Norwegian 😅 Typical!) My first class is tomorrow!
7 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Substitute Lover (3)
word count: 2.2k
genre: fluff, angst hehe
pairing: myg x reader
summary: Finally meeting the college boy you've been eyeing on for months, everything goes wrong when you realise what you're really getting yourself into.
a/n: this is part 3!!! i finally, finally figured out the whole masterlist thing! anyway, is it alright if i ask for feedback? because it honestly keeps me going and i’ve been writing non-stop bc of the hearts and reblogs you’ve given me. thank you from the bottom of my heart!
NEXT | PREVIOUS
You didn’t sleep a wink that night. What has gotten into Yoongi and he decided to take you to that date? It was clear as day that you didn’t win against him. Your score are tied up, all because you forgot who Plato is. You plop your head on a pillow and let out a muffled scream. Who forgets Plato on a Humanities class?
Your eyes trail to the bedside table, watching the big hand of the clock tick the minutes away. Not long after, you realise that it is already morning, and you recall how cold Yoongi’s voice was when he reminded you not to be late. You quickly jumped off the bed and prepared for the day. You presumed that Yoongi didn’t have classes today. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have asked you to push through with the “date”. On the other hand, you are going to miss a whole day of class.
The wind was cold on your skin as you step out your apartment building. You hugged your coat to your chest, adjusting your backpack, remembering Namjoon’s stare each time you use it. It was no surprise to them that you are not fashionable, despite that, they didn’t push their opinion on your fashion choices any further. Walking to the gate, you noticed that it was almost 9:00am. Five minutes to spare.
There he was though, in his mighty glory. Your eyes widened at the thought of him waiting for you. It was bad enough that you forced him on this date, furthermore let him wait for you. You half-jogged to where he was. Panting, you started to speak.
“Sorry for being late. Have you been waiting long?” Yoongi stayed silent, only eyeing you up and down. He nodded his head and started to stalk out of the campus. You followed him quietly trying to practice in your head how you’d initiate a conversation with him. With your thoughts drifting, you noticed he skidded to a stop once you got to the waiting shed. You both are going to wait for a bus, you concluded.
Once the bus arrived, he still refused to talk to you. This was going horrible so far. You were not having the time of your life and he mirrors that too. You took a seat beside him and tried to shake the thought away. Maybe he would open up soon, you decided to be a little more patient. You decided to try one more time and take out your phone. Carefully, you plugged in your earbuds, looking over Yoongi who kept his gaze straight ahead. You meekly tap his shoulder and offered to share it. He glanced briefly and shook his head. You slump in your seat. This was a really bad idea.
“We shouldn’t have done this. I’m sorry for forcing you to go.” You stood up, getting ready to alight on the next bus stop. A wrist shoots up and gently grabs your arm.
“Where are you going?” He questioned. His first words to you today. Wow.
Sighing, you sat again and faced him. You did want to go on a date with him, but not forcibly. “Let’s just go back to the campus. I’m sure Hoseok and Namjoon might be—“
“They won’t.”
“How are you sure?” You ask, genuinely curious.
“We have classes today. I just skipped.” He explained nonchalantly. Your mouth formed into an O, trying to suppress the crimson red that’s trying to creep onto your cheeks. You can’t help but think that he might’ve wanted this too as much as you did. It sent a foreign feeling to your heart. Subconsciously, you held a hand to it. Noticing this, Yoongi lifted an eyebrow.
“Is something the matter with you?”
“No, I’m alright. I’m sorry for making you miss class.” You bowed your head.
“Stop,” Yoongi spoke. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to.”
As soon as you saw the castle that signals the entrance of the theme park, you ran as fast as you can, momentarily forgetting that you had company. You stared at everything with glee, almost jumping at every sight. Yoongi watched you as he walked towards the same direction.
“Let’s go.” You hear him mutter behind you as he finally catches up, breaking into your trance. Both of you lined up to get tickets, Yoongi watches as you clumsily swing your backpack in front in attempt to retrieve your wallet. While rummaging through your things, Yoongi contemplated on what he was about to offer. He did agree to go to whatever this was, but mostly because he wanted to prove Hoseok and Namjoon wrong. That he is indeed capable of moving on and if this stupid date was a proof for that then be it. However, he also didn’t want to make you hope. Yoongi also has a heart.
“I’ll pay.” Yoongi was surprised by his own voice. You looked up, your already doe eyes getting magnified more by your glasses, he let out a small “tsk” as he repeated what he said. Were you deaf? The problem wasn’t that you had bad hearing, but it was because you heard him crystal clear.
“No, it’s okay.” You softly smiled, making Yoongi look away. He didn’t want to look at you anymore, it was intriguing but he decided that he wanted this day to be over with. You are making it difficult for him, he thought, but sadly, he has no idea why. He reached out to push your wallet back in your bag. Then after, turning to the cashier to buy two tickets. He handed you one and went in first.
The theme park was everything that you expected. The enormous rides, different carts of food to munch on, candies, balloons, and colorful gift shops. You felt overwhelmed by everything. You want to try them all, your eyes practically twinkling with delight. Yoongi can tell you’re holding yourself back so he decided to speak first.
“Where do you want to go first?” He asked. You pointed to the gift shop to which he nodded. You both made your way inside and your attention was immediately captured by the variety of headbands mounted to the wall. You grab one, pink bunny ears, to be exact. You quickly try it on, looking over to Yoongi who had a blank expression on his face. You shrugged it off; he doesn’t really seem the type to like these kinds of things.
On the other side, Yoongi wants to kick himself for his heart was beating so loudly, if it can burst in his chest, he was pretty sure it will. He tried to keep a blank expression on his face as he watch you pay for the headband that you decided to leave on through the day.
The next stop was rides, you were skeptical of asking Yoongi to come with you but it dawned on you that you wanted this so the best you may do is make the most out of it. That’s when you grab Yoongi’s jacket sleeve, dragging him to various rides. He let you drag him, not one complaint from him.
After about five rides, you both were exhausted. It was around noon and you were both hungry too. Since Yoongi paid for the tickets, it’s only fair for you to buy the food. So as you both take a seat at an empty table at the park’s food court, you excused yourself to use the restroom when you actually went to but hotdogs and soda instead.
Yoongi noticed that you took a while; he tried to ignore the worry building inside him especially when you revealed that you were new in Seoul and was from Daegu all your life. Did you get lost? He checked his watch and when he concluded that you were taking too long, he prepared to stand up and gather his things when he saw you trying to juggle a tray of food in your hands.
You walked towards him and placed the food on the table. You placed the hotdog and a can of soda in front of him and beamed.
“Eat well, Yoongi. Thank you for taking me here.”
Yoongi said nothing but started to eat. You did as well but you wanted to know more about him so you tried to initiate a small talk.
“How old are you?” you asked, taking a sip from your soda. He stayed silent so you took that as a cue to speak again.
“I’m 23. Taking up Bachelor of Science Major in Business Administration. Born and raised in the farmlands of Daegu.” You chatter away when you noticed him playing with the pendant of the necklace he was wearing. Your eyes watch his slender fingers twirl it around, clearly uncomfortable with the ongoing conversation.
“Is that hers?” You boldly asked. His hands halted to a stop, dropping on the table. You notice him tense up and look away.
“It’s none of your business, Y/N. Please don’ bring it up again.” He stated icily. You frankly felt bad for imposing on him like that. He wasn’t obligated to tell you anything. You felt absolutely horrible and wanted to disappear from the face of the earth.
Instead, you cleared your throat and started to apologise.
“I’m sorry for asking such a personal question, Yoongi. It’s just, I want to get to know you more and I overstepped a line. Again, I am sincerely sorry.”
He stood up and you did too. He cleared up the wrappers and empty cans of soda and headed to the trash bin. You were staring at his back while he did so, before you ran your big mouth, you already convinced him to ride inside the waterpark. He initially refused since he didn’t bring spare clothes but so did you.
“Let’s go, Yoongi.” You nod your head to the exit. He looked at you, a confused look on his face.
“I thought you want to enter the waterpark?” He asked.
Strapping the both of you in, the park attendant reminded you the basics. It is basically a log that will bring you to a certain height and zoom you down to a puddle of water. You can feel your adrenaline rushing through your veins as you’re nearing the drop. As you sped down the slope, you screamed with glee and grabbed onto Yoongi’s hands that was already in the railings. A flash blinded you for a second and before you knew it, you are drenched in water.
You stepped off the ride, looking like a wet duckling. Yoongi looked ten times worse, you cringed. You had forced him on this ride despite him warning you about your lack of extra clothes. You shiver slightly as you try to rub your arms in attempt to get warmth. You are failing big time and Yoongi can hear your teeth chattering. Your nose and cheeks now flushed from the cold, you both decided to enter another gift shop. Inside, you noticed that there was a booth that took pictures of the passengers of the ride. The attendant called out to you and Yoongi and offered to show you a picture.
Yoongi, as polite as he can, declined and you pouted. You playfully glared at him and asked the attendant if you could see the picture. You wait patiently as the picture was being printed out, handing out the payment. You quickly put it inside your bag for safe keeping.
You the proceed to Yoongi who was looking at sweaters that had big bold letters saying “MY OTHER SHIRT GOT WET SO I GOT THIS” and you noticed him holding two in his hand. The notion that you two might have couples clothing made you smile. You both paid for the shirt and head to the nearest restroom to change.
The sweater, though the smallest size, ate you up. You were really small, Yoongi noticed. You eyed him up and down.
“You look dashing, Yoongi.”
“Thanks, it’s the shirt.” He smirked.
You were about to say something back when his phone rang. One look at the screen and panic stretched across his face. He held out a finger to you, signaling you to wait for a while as he answered the call. You nodded, also worried for whoever was calling him.
He slowly started walking away but he picked up while he was still in earshot.
“Jagi?” he breathed.
---------------------------------------------------------
Fairytales are too good to be true anyways. You tell yourself as you kicked a pebble on your way to the bus stop. Yoongi after picking up the call was frantic, not knowing the right words to say. If you remember it correctly, all he was trying to let you know is that he had to go.
You, of course, let him.
Stepping into your apartment, you beeline to the bathroom to wash up and head to bed. You were exhausted to the bone. You were getting ready to shower when you saw your reflection at the mirror.
You gave out a bitter smile at the sweater you’re wearing, stripping it off, hoping you could also strip off the heaviness you feel inside your heart.
----------------------------------------------------------
NEXT | PREVIOUS
#myg x reader#yoongi x you#min yoongi x reader#yoongi x reader#yoongi#suga x reader#suga x you#bts#yoongi angst
32 notes
·
View notes
Text
It’s Complicated
(This was just supposed to be a short little thing but it kind of got away from me..)
By the time the 3pm video call happened, Spencer had already talked to his parents. They were old hippies who didn’t know how to Zoom, so they just called from their landline. Brady stayed on his bunk while the phone call happened, trying to mind his own business, but he heard enough to know that Spencer’s parents really wanted him to come home, quarantine be damned, and they spent most of the call arguing. Spencer tried to tell them that even if he could come home it was too late to travel, and it was safer for him to just stay at school anyway.
The call ended quickly and Spencer suggested drinking after that.
They did a few shots before connecting to Brady’s aunt’s Zoom call, and when they did introductions he called Spencer his roommate. It was technically true, but it felt like there should’ve been another word for it – and Brady wasn’t sure yet what the word might be.
They fooled around a lot. Got naked together. Jerked off. Sometimes if they got too drunk they spent a lot of time kissing. Brady liked that a lot. Sometimes they’d wake up cuddled together on the same bunk and Spencer would slick himself up and fuck Brady nice and slow.
Sometimes Brady felt like he loved him.
They never really talked about it, and Brady wouldn’t say Spencer was his boyfriend, but he also wouldn’t say he wasn’t. He didn’t like to think about it too much. It was complicated.
So ‘roommate’ was the word he went with.
They’d put their masks on earlier in the day and managed to socially distance their way across campus to a little convenience store. Brady had been searching the freezer when Spencer came up beside him with his arms full of snacks.
“Dude,” Spencer held up a box of Ding Dongs, with his hand over the word ding. “Check it out – dongs!”
Brady laughed and high-fived him. It was stupid, but sometimes Brady liked stupid.
They bought the snacks and Ding Dongs, along with some frozen TV dinners and a tub of ice cream. They’d both been hoping for pie, but they knew it was a pipe dream when they were getting their Thanksgiving supplies at a campus convenience store.
When they got back to their dorm room, Spencer tried his best to shove the ice cream in the frost-coated freezer of their mini fridge, while Brady read the instructions on their tv dinners so he’d know when to start cooking them.
Spencer’s phone call happened shortly after, and then Brady was breaking out the vodka and trying to distract Spencer with a drinking game. Spencer suggested the Thanksgiving theme and they did a couple shots before the Zoom call, just to get themselves loosened up a little.
When the inflection in Spencer’s voice changed and he went a little nasally, Brady knew the alcohol was kicking in.
Just before three, Brady went down to the common area and put their dinners in the microwave so they’d be ready in time to join the family. He was a bit nervous about bringing Spencer to dinner, but a bit excited too.
When he got back to the room Spencer was wearing a dress shirt and his fake leather jacket.
“Dude, you dressed up?”
Spencer glanced down at his outfit. “Gotta make a good impression, man!”
“You obviously haven’t met my family.”
“I’ve seen your mom on your computer.”
“Yeah, so you know she’s nuts.”
Spencer shrugged. “She’s still your mom. I gotta make a good impression.”
Brady wasn’t sure if Spencer was forgetting the shot glasses and the fact that they planned to get completely shitfaced over dinner, but he didn’t have much time to think about it because the clock in the room said 3:01 and they were already late.
Brady set the TV dinners aside and quickly joined the video call. Spencer sat down a few seconds later, sliding in beside him in his pleather jacket, and they ended up having a great time. Brady’s family was ridiculous enough to encourage several more shots, and they got good and drunk while they ate some hot food. It was nice. The food wasn’t much different from their terrible cafeteria food, but somehow eating it together at a family dinner made it taste better.
Brady was feeling a little sappy by the end of it, and he was sad to miss out on his mom’s pumpkin pie, but watching Spencer smile at him from beneath an ice cream mustache seemed like an okay trade-off.
When Brady finally logged off and closed his laptop, they were both drunk and full and happy.
“You wanna lie down?” Spencer was looking at him with heavy eyes.
Brady nodded. “Yeah, dude.”
Spencer slipped off his jacket as they made their way to his bunk, and as soon as he was lying down Brady crawled in beside him.
They spent a good long while reliving the Zoom dinner and laughing about it.
“My Uncle Gary with that stupid turkey hat..”
“Turkey! Drink!” Spencer raised his hand as if he was still holding a shot glass but quickly remembered they were done drinking.
“It was turkey noises, drink.”
Spencer just waved him off with a smile. “Whatever dude.”
They talked about his Uncle Philip and Aunt Diane and Brady told a story about his younger cousins and how one Christmas they nearly set his grandma’s tree on fire.
The mention of Brady’s grandma suddenly had Spencer in hysterics. “Oh man, she was talking about her dookie!”
“Dude. Sick.” Brady grimaced. “Let’s not talk about it.”
When Spencer’s laughter died down he swiped his hand over his forehead, trying to get the hair out of his face. Then he looked over at Brady and smiled.
Brady smiled back at him.
He really liked Spencer but Brady secretly thought that his hair was pretty bad. It was too long, and cut weirdly, and dyed an inky black color which seemed to clash with his reddish beard. Brady didn’t even acknowledge the blue tips. It was just a weird combination over all.
He would never want to tell Spencer what to do or how to cut it, but the alcohol seemed to be making him brave. Or making him an asshole? Brady couldn’t really decide.
“Dude, you ever get tired of your long hair?”
Spencer seemed to consider the question for a moment before replying, “yeah maybe sometimes, like when I’m eating, and when I’m trying to watch tv, and when I’m sleeping.”
“You think–”
“And when I’m in class and the prof is writing stuff on the board.”
“Do you think– ”
“And when I need to brush it.”
“Dude.”
“And when– ”
“Dude.”
“Yeah dude?”
“What if.. like.. what if I cut it?”
Spencer didn’t respond so Brady continued.
“I’m good at cutting hair, I cut my hair all the time.”
When Spencer still didn’t reply, panic started to hit Brady a little. He wasn’t aiming to hurt Spencer’s feelings, but he was suddenly afraid that maybe he had. He silently cursed the stupid alcohol making him say stupid things.
“But if you don’t wanna” Brady stammered, “that’s cool too.”
“Yeah, dude.”
“Like, yeah that’s cool?” Brady asked carefully.
“I mean, like, yeah you can cut it.”
“Are you serious?”
“For sure,” Spencer nodded, pushing hair off his forehead again. “But we gotta wait until we’re not drunk. You got those shaky hands, bro.”
Brady raised a hand up to take a look at it. Spencer was right – his hands always trembled a little but it was worse when he’d been drinking.
He lowered his hand and looked over at Spencer. “Tomorrow?”
“Sure dude, in the morning.”
Brady smiled. “Awesome.”
He convinced Spencer to get up with him and they walked to the communal bathroom together to pee and brush their teeth. It was still pretty early, but Brady knew with the alcohol in their systems and the Thanksgiving dinner they’d both be passed out long before midnight.
When they got back to their dorm room Brady pulled his shirt over his head and Spencer unbuttoned his dress shirt and tossed it on the floor.
“You wanna kiss or something?”
“Yeah, man.”
Brady followed Spencer back to the bunk, and kissed him until he was too tired to keep his eyes open.
Brady woke to the feeling of Spencer’s hand on him, smoothing over his back, and when he opened his eyes the room was bright with morning light.
“You awake?” Spencer asked and Brady nodded into his pillow.
He secretly liked their early mornings together. The inflection in Spencer’s voice was different, softer and calmer, with less of the nasal twang he always had when they drank. Most mornings Spencer’s hands would be on him and they’d touch a bit and fuck, and Brady would happily go along with everything. It was in those moments he thought maybe he was in love. Maybe Spencer was his boyfriend.
But as the day went on Brady would push those ideas away. They were roommates.
It was complicated.
Brady thought back to the conversation from the night before and he really wanted to ask Spencer about his hair, but being sober made it a little more difficult and he definitely didn’t want to risk hurting Spencer’s feelings. So Brady kept quiet and just rolled over to look at him.
Spencer’s hair was pure chaos, a messy black and blue mop on his head, and maybe Brady gave himself away by staring at it, but Spencer was soon grinning at him.
“You wanna get the scissors?”
“Only if you want to, man.”
“Yeah, dude,” Spencer ran his hand through his hair, giving it a shake, “go get them.”
Brady jumped out of bed and searched his desk drawer for the scissors he always used on his own hair. He grabbed a towel from the closet, and a comb, and then pointed to his desk chair.
“Sit there.”
Spencer did as he was told, and Brady draped the towel over his shoulders and pulled it closed over his chest.
For such a chaotic pile of hair, it was surprisingly free of tats. Brady combed through it, brushing it down over Spencer’s face, completely covering his eyes. He needed to see where to cut and how much, and when Brady felt like he was ready he paused to look at Spencer.
“You ready?”
He could see Spencer’s mouth form into a grin beneath the smooth black hair. “Yeah, man, go for it.”
Brady went for the blue tips first, happily lopping them off, and then he surveyed Spencer’s head again. The loss of the blue tips left him with some sort of bowl cut and Brady considered it for a minute before moving around Spencer and snipping away at the sides and back.
Black hair continued to fall as Brady cut, and Spencer sat quietly, and if he was worried about his hair he didn’t say so.
Brady managed to cut the sides short, uncovering Spencer’s ears which he was pretty sure he’d never seen before. He stood in front of Spencer and looked back and forth, trying to make sure he’d cut everything evenly.
Then he nudged Spencer’s knee, pushing his legs apart, and he stepped between them.
“Time for the front,” Brady said, taking a deep breath. “Hopefully I don’t wreck it.”
“You won’t, man.” Spencer placed his hands on Brady’s bare hips and left them there as Brady started cutting.
It didn’t take long, just a few cuts, but Brady went slowly – holding out pieces and trying to cut things a bit jagged so Spencer wasn’t left with a blunt cut straight across his forehead. When he felt like he was done, Brady ran his hand through Spencer’s hair, trying to force it into some sort of style.
“If you put some wax in it I think it’ll look pretty good,” he said as he removed the towel from Spencer’s shoulders.
“Do you have any?”
Spencer glanced up, and Brady’s only response was to stare at the green eyes looking back at him. He’d seen Spencer’s eyes before, of course, but never so clearly.
“Dude, you’ve got nice eyes.”
“So do you,” Spencer smiled. “They’re so blue.”
“Yours are green.”
“I know, man.”
Brady leaned in to kiss him.
It was the first time they’d kissed without being drunk first.
Spencer’s hands strengthened their grip on Brady’s hips, and Brady couldn’t keep himself from touching Spencer’s face. His beard was still wild and scratchy, and it still clashed with his black hair, but it didn’t really bother Brady.
His hands moved lower, sliding down to Spencer’s shoulders and touching over him and when Spencer sighed against his mouth, Brady slid down onto his knees and unzipped Spencer’s jeans.
Brady had seen his dick before, usually when they jerked off or after Spencer fucked him, but they generally didn’t touch each other that way. But Brady knew what Spencer looked like, how long he was, and that he was uncut. Brady liked the way Spencer’s cockhead hid sometimes. He’d always been interested in it, wanting to explore because it was different from his own dick, but they never did that kind of thing, with his face in Spencer’s lap and Spencer watching him.
Brady thought maybe they should start.
He paused before reaching beyond Spencer’s zipper.
“Is this okay, man?”
Spencer just nodded slowly, “oh yeah, dude..”
Brady was slow about it, wanting to touch and look, and he watched the way Spencer thickened in his hand and the slit of his dick peeked out a bit as the hooded skin uncovered it. Brady gripped a little tighter, sliding Spencer’s foreskin down to uncover the wet cockhead underneath. He tried it again a few times, sliding the skin up and over the head of Spencer’s dick and then back down, pulling it taut as Spencer’s cock strained and leaked.
Spencer was sighing above him, “ahh Brady, please..” so Brady leaned forward and took him into his mouth.
Spencer’s dick was slick and salty and Brady licked over him, thinking about the way he liked his own dick sucked and trying to emulate it. Brady took him as deep as he could before realising it made him gag and he didn’t like that much, so he focused on licking and sucking on the end, using his hand to jack Spencer’s foreskin a bit. Spencer was writhing above him, making soft little whining sounds as he gripped the arms of the desk chair.
“Oh god, dude,” he gasped, “oh Brady, please, please keep going.”
So Brady did. He licked and sucked until Spencer was whining and coming down his throat. Brady had tasted his own jizz before and Spencer’s wasn’t much different, and it didn’t make him gag like the deep throating did. He moved his mouth over Spencer one last time, leaving him wet and licked clean, and Spencer leaned down to hold Brady’s face and kiss him.
“Oh man, you taste like me.”
“Obviously,” Brady grinned, “you just jizzed in my mouth.”
“I sure did,” Spencer smiled back, and then he slid down from the chair and joined Brady on the floor.
Spencer gave him a soft push, “lie down.”
Brady laid back and watched as Spencer knelt over him and loosened the ties on his joggers. His dick was tenting the fabric and Spencer looked at it before looking up at him.
“Can I suck you, dude?”
Brady’s eyes went wide. “God, dude, YES.”
He watched as Spencer pulled his joggers down and his dick sprung free, and then Spencer’s mouth was on him, wet and warm. Brady wanted to buck his hips up because it felt so good, and maybe Spencer knew it, because his hands moved to hold Brady’s bare hips again, pressing him to the floor as he took Brady’s cock as deep as he could. Spencer nearly gagged on it, and then he pulled his mouth back and completely away to watch the trail of spit and precum stretch between his lips and Brady’s cockhead.
“Spencer,” Brady gasped, wanting his mouth back, and Spencer moved down again, sucking over him nice and slow.
He’d had his dick sucked before, plenty of times, but Spencer’s mouth on him felt different. Sweet almost, and it gave Brady an odd feeling in his chest. He reached down to touch Spencer’s head, running his fingers through the fresh haircut, and Spencer glanced up at him, his green eyes soft and wanting as he smiled around Brady’s dick.
Brady watched him a little longer, enjoying the way Spencer’s lips moved over him, sucking him a little deeper each time. And when Brady felt himself teetering on the edge, he tipped his head back and pushed his hips against Spencer’s hands as he pulsed inside Spencer’s mouth. Those wet lips stayed tight around him, sucking every bit of jizz out of him until Brady was spent and unable to move another muscle.
Spencer flopped down next to him and after a moment he felt Spencer’s hand reach for his and they entwined their fingers.
“We should do that all the time.”
“Yeah, man.”
“Like, every day.”
“Yeah.”
Brady looked over and smiled at Spencer, and Spencer grinned back at him as he leaned in for another kiss.
It wasn’t really that complicated.
Brady was pretty sure he was in love. And Spencer was definitely his boyfriend.
#dude bro boyfriends#brady/spencer#rhink fic#but not exactly#they're randl characters#they were roommates#my fic#rhink#spencer/brady#sprady
93 notes
·
View notes
Text
Paranoia
This is a Dabi fanfic and it's way longer than anticipated and I don't know if you guys like it but it was on my mind the whole day and I kinda really wanted to write it. Hope you enjoy it.
Synopsis: Reader plays truth or dare and visits a website on the dark web. It goes all downhill from then on. Non-quirk AU.
Note: I have no idea how this whole thing with the dark web works so don't bother too much if it's wrong. Also, friends' reaction is a little weird but oh well. I'm also reeeeally bad with giving characters names so....yeah...you'll see.
Warning: Anxiety, mental abuse
Word count: 3.8k
It was a silly idea but you and your friends did this stupid truth or dare thing and now it was your turn. Since you’ve chosen truth the last time, now it had to be dare. One of your friends dared you to log into the Dark Web. You were confused since you had no idea on how you were supposed to do this. You were not really tech savvy nor have you been interested in visiting the deep, dark part of the internet before. But your friend assured you that he knew how to get access (how and why, you didn’t want to question) and that it was rather funny to see what kind of thing you could find there.
Reluctantly, you agreed, a mistake you would regret later. You opened your laptop, signed in and let you friend show you how to get access to a website on the Dark Web. Your other friends gathered around the two of you, watching with curiosity. “How do you know how to get in?” one of them wanted to know but he just shrugged, grinning to himself. “I got curious one day. Don’t worry.” He answered and the other cackled, taking another sip from their beer.
You weren’t so sure about this whole situation. Maybe it was because it was your laptop, maybe it was because you didn’t feel too keen on doing something ‘illegal’. Was it even illegal? Or was it just illegal to buy something from there? You had no idea. Nevertheless, was there a heavy lump in your stomach but you didn’t want to back down now.
He opened a link and a website opened. It didn’t look like much but it looked shady anyways. Your friends made wide eyes and pointed at a link and challenged you to open it. Your friend made room for you to sit in front of the screen, a huge grin on his face. “C’mon, Y/n! Open it!” they animated you and you gave in, clicking the link. A dark window opened with a chatroom. Messages popped up, a conversation between strangers.
You read the messages but didn’t do anything beyond it. “You need to say something, too!” your friends told you but you didn’t want to. “I don’t know…” you said but before you could say anything else one of them started typing. “Hey!” you yelled but were too late to push her away and prevent her from sending the short text.
I hope nothing shady’s going on here.
“Are you out of your mind? Why did you send that?” you demanded to know but she simple giggled. “Relax. It’s not like they’re gonna take this seriously.” Another one said but her eyes were glued to the screen, anticipating an answer. But there was none – at least not to your message. Instead, they went on with their conversation which was kind of boring to read. “Maybe this is just a normal website and he is just messing with us.” “Hey! This website is legit! I once saw one asking for child pornography!” he defended himself but the others were not convinced. “Sure. Let’s get goin’. It’s your turn with truth or dare anyways, Dai-chan.”
He mumbled to himself, annoyed that they didn’t believe him that this site was legit but let it go and put an arm around his girlfriend, moving back to the sofa with her, others following. Your eyes were still glued to the screen and you were about to close the window and forget about the who thing, when a small window popped up. It simply read:
Hope you join us again.
It’s been two weeks since you and your friends had this truth or dare night and after you closed the website and shut the laptop close the night went on pleasantly. You forgot about this whole ‘Dark Web’ and moved on with your life, by now also convinced Daisuke was messing with you guys.
You were sitting in class, listening to the professor talk about the history of capitalism, it’s pros and cons but you were barely listening. You were way more interested in this episode of “Haikyuu!!” your friend introduced you to and since then you were hooked. You listened to it with your earphones, not bothering to cover it up. You were emotionally completely invested in the game when a small window popped up, indicating a chat request. You had no idea which website this was coming from and ignored it, clicked the small ‘x’ and kept watching the episode.
A couple minutes later another message; this time you got curious. The website you were watching the episode at was none of those shady websites where half naked women were advertising for some porn website and women who were ‘less than a mile away’. So, this should be something different. A little hesitantly, you opened the chat box and a window opened, revealing a black screen with two bubbles – the two messages that had been sent before.
Hi.
You never came back.
You were confused and locked around the room. Everyone was either looking at their laptops, writing something down or flat out sleeping with their heads on the table. No one was looking your way.
Who are you?
It didn’t take long for the person to answer.
Are you bored?
He completely ignored your question but before you could type in a reply another message popped up.
Or why else would you be watching an anime during class?
You stopped dead in your tracks and stared at the screen. Your eyes darted around the room once again, you even turned around but no one was looking at you, not even a small glance. This must be a joke you thought to yourself and you gave a small huff.
Stop it, Daisuke. You can’t freak me out again.
No reply. Satisfied, you smiled to yourself and closed the window again, making a mental note to slap the shit out of him later.
“Why would you send me those creepy messages?!” you confronted Daisuke and he raised his hands in defense, confusion plastered all over his face. “What’re you talking about?” he wanted to know, his girlfriend holding on to his arm, looking similarly confused. “You sent me those creepy messages during class, didn’t you?” He chuckled nervously but shook his head no. “What messages are you talking about? He was with me the whole time.” She defended him and you huffed, not convinced. “Sure. You had your fun but please, don’t do this again. You almost gave me a heart attack.”
When you got back to your apartment, you took out your keys, unlocked the door, opened it and locked it behind you again. You were a little paranoid since you’ve moved here, a lot of break-ins happened in the neighborhood over the last couple of months. To top it all off, you lived on the first floor, easy access to your apartment from the sidewalk. But it was cheap and one of the few places you could actually afford with your crappy job.
Your shoes flew across the hallway and you made your way over to the small kitchen, checking for anything edible but to no surprised it was empty. A sigh left your mouth, not wanting to go out again and get something to eat. So, pizza delivery should do for tonight, even though it would be the third night in a row.
When the pizza finally arrived you sat yourself in front of your TV and watched some random series, not actually interested in the content itself but you needed the background noise to start your assignment later.
Your phone screen lit up, indicating a new message. You grabbed your phone but dropped it once your read the message. Your heart started racing, threatening to either burst out your chest or stop beating completely. Your body got cold and you started to shiver.
Do you like watching that shit?
You put the piece of pizza away and got up, storming from window to window, looking outside and the closing the curtains once you made sure no one was there. You stalked back to the sofa and picked up your phone from the floor, reading the message again. Surely, this had to be a joke, right? Your friends were just messing with you, right?
You opened the text with trembling fingers. You didn’t know the number that was displayed on top of the message. Maybe Daisuke bought a sim card just to scare you? But why would he do that? He wasn’t the type to do this, especially since his girlfriend would reprimand him for doing that.
Who are you?
Not a minute later you got a reply.
You can call me Dabi.
Dabi? Obviously, a fake name but you wouldn’t ask him for his real name. Hell, you didn’t want to answer him at all again and were tempted to just block this number. But the next message flew right in.
How you doin’?
Did he really try to do small talk?
Stop messaging me!
And that was it. No messages anymore. Maybe it was one of your friends after all. Still, the anxiety still remained.
In the middle of the night you woke up to your phone vibrating, the bright screen blinding you. You pressed your eyes together and opened them again, trying to recognize the number that was calling you at this ungodly hour. When your eyes got used to the brightness you looked at the scree – unknown number. Annoyed, you put the phone aside again and were relieved when it finally stopped ringing. The room turned dark again and you closed your eyes, ready to fall asleep again.
Your phone screen lit up once more, this time another text. You didn’t bother checking it and fell asleep instead, being consumed by complete darkness until the next morning when your alarm went off.
You didn’t check your phone until you sitting in a seat on the bus, surrounded by strangers who were on their ways to work as well. The small red symbol indicated a voice mail. You dialed the number to your voicemail and waited until the automatic announcement signalized the new voice mail. You tried to hear anything but there was just the rush of wind and a faint breathing. Then it was over. Confused, you deleted it, thinking it must’ve been an accident. But your mind wandered back to the night before and the texts. You checked the number from the texts and the one from the voicemail.
You could see the number that was used to text you but not the one from the missed call and the voicemail. So, you had no proof that it was the same number. It made you feel uneasy nevertheless.
What were you looking for?
The message came out of nowhere. The same number as last night. Why? Why was that person texting you? Hadn’t you made it clear that you wanted to be left alone?
Leave me alone.
It’s dangerous on those websites. Ye never know what people you might encounter.
You snorted. Yeah, people like you.
Like you?
It was bold of you to answer but by this point you were more annoyed by that person than scared. How fast your feelings could change…
Like me? I’m pretty harmless.
A short pause before another text came in.
What were you looking for?
He asked again, not leaving it alone. You were about to type in an answer when you stopped. Why didn’t you question it before? Why didn’t you question some stranger suddenly starting to chat you up on the dark web and not long after continued to text you on your phone? It clicked and you chuckled like someone who had just solved a mystery.
Good try but I know it’s you, Daisuke. Quit making up fake names.
You got off the bus and felt your phone vibrate.
What makes you think I’m Daisuke?
You shook your head in disbelief. Why was he keeping this act up? He was there when you entered this website, he was there when your friend sent this message to the group chat and he probably also saw the private message you got before closing the window.
Stop it already. I don’t trust the others doing that shit and you were there when we went on that stupid side. You just want to scare me.
No reply. Now, I’ve got you finally!
Would you believe me if I told you I’m not Daisuke?
This was getting ridiculous.
Please, just leave me alone. I’m about to start work. See you tonight and you better not text me again from this number. It’s getting annoying.
You were invited to a party at night, all of your friends were going as well. You were tired from work but didn’t want to miss out on the fun. You got ready at home. Tight jeans, a cute shirt and pumps – subtle but not too prude. You did your make-up in a cute but sexy way, highlighting your eyes and putting on lipstick. Content with your outfit you left the apartment once your friend’s car showed up, locking the door twice.
“Why would you keep texting me?!” you yelled at Daisuke when you met him at the party. He was making out with his girl, both already drunk. “What?” his eyes were unfocused when you hold your phone screen up in his face. He squinted his eyes to read the texts before he started chuckling. “Why woulddi texxxt you somethn’ like that?” he slurred, a derpy smile on his lips. Frustrated, you threw your hands in the air and stomped off, annoyed by this whole shenanigan. But okay, you would prove that it was him!
You walked off to the side where it was quieter, eyes on Daisuke and his girlfriend, and called the number from the text. It rang twice before someone picked up.
You froze in place. Daisuke was not holding his phone. Rather the opposite; his hands were occupied with moving under his girl’s shirt, groping her breasts shamelessly.
You didn’t dare speak up, a huge lump in your throat. You heard a slow breath from the other side of the phone but nothing more.
“You havin’ fun at the party, Y/n?”
You screamed and dropped your phone, clutching your hands together, bringing them up to your face. Your whole body trembled and you stared at the bright phone screen, the time counting up, indicating the still active call. A few people were looking at you bewildered but didn’t seem to care too much.
Slowly, you picked up the phone again, bringing it back to your ear.
“No need to scream.”
A dark chuckle resonated trough the phone. It sounded amused but it was more than unnerving.
“W-who are you?” You asked with a meek voice. You pressed your back to the wall behind you for support but unable to just hang up the phone.
“Rude to just forget someone’s name. Didn’t take you as this type of girl.”
Dabi, that was his name, you remembered.
“H-how did you get my number?” you demanded to know, insecurity almost oozing out of your voice. Another chuckle, this time a little more sinister.
“You really wanna know?”
Did you? Probably not, but you still answered yes.
“Not gonna tell ya.”
There was another pause before he started speaking again.
“The jeans look good on you. Turn around so I can take a better look.”
Your knees gave in and you started crying, phone clutching in your hand but not able to end the call. The people around you started to look worried and got closer, asking if you were okay.
“You’re usually not supposed to cry when receiving a compliment. You’re supposed to say ‘thank you’. Can you say thank you, Y/n?”
“Leave me alone!” you yelled at the phone and threw it across the room. It smashed against the opposite wall and you saw the screen go black. You pressed your knees against your chest, tears running down your face. Who was this man? Why was he watching you?
Your friends rushed over, worry written all over their faces. “Y/n! Y/n! What’s wrong?” they asked, some of them stroking your back but you couldn’t pull yourself together. The music had stopped and a cluster of people had formed around you.
“Someone is watching me…” you whispered so only your friends could hear. One of them grabbed your phone from the opposite wall and walked over towards you, phone in hand and ready to hand it to you.
“I don’t think it’s broken. You can probably just start it again.” He said and hold it out for you to grab. Hesitantly, you grabbed it but didn’t turn it on.
“C-can you just drive me home, please?” you asked your friend with teary eyes and shaky voice. Concerned, she nodded and helped you up. Some of them insisted on staying with you but you said no. You just wanted to barricade yourself in your apartment and only leave when it was bright outside again.
On your way home you turned on your phone but there were no new messages. But you were far from feeling relieved. Only once you were home and locked every door, every window and hid under your blanket would you feel somewhat safe again. But not right now, not when you were outside and still visible for anyone to see.
“I need to stop at the gas station real quick. You can wait here.” Your friend said and pulled up next to the entrance. She probably wanted to buy some cigarettes. You stayed in the car when your phone vibrated once again. Tears formed in your eyes again; you felt hopeless when you slowly opened the message. There was a picture. It was dark but there was light in the distance. You looked closer and recognized the place.
Without thinking you jumped out the car and started running. You knew you were close to your home, not too far away. You heard your friend call from the distance but you didn’t stop, just ran straight into the forest next to the station which would eventually lead you right to your home. Sticks scratched against your skin, thick roots of trees made you stumble but you always caught yourself.
Your phone started ringing and you could see that it was your friend calling. But you didn’t answer. Instead, you kept on running until you could see houses in the distance. Almost. Just a couple hundred yards.
You crossed the street, fumbling with your keys and needing more than one attempt to unlock the door, looking over your shoulder over and over again to make sure that there wasn’t anyone here.
Tears blurred your vision but finally you managed to unlock your apartment door and closed it right behind you, locking it as often as you could. Before you could feel at least some sort of relief you ran to the windows, checked if they were closed and closed the curtains. Then, and only then did you sink to the floor, starting to sob uncontrollably. Why was this happening? What have you done to deserve this? It was just a stupid dare, why is he targeting me?
A small buzzing sound led your focus to your phone. You didn’t want to look but you had to, regretting it instantaneously. A moan of agony made its way out of the depth of your body. You didn’t want to answer but your hand moved on its own.
“Glad you made it home safely.”
“FUCK OFF! I’M GONNA CALL THE POLICE!!!” you screamed, sure you woke up some of the other residents. Good, you thought. The more people awake the more likely it was that he didn’t do anything funny. His tone changed.
“No, you won’t.” he sounded self-assured, as if he knew exactly how you would behave.
“Cause if you do I have to hurt you.” He said it as if he was talking about the weather, nonchalantly.
“Y-You said you were harmless.” You argued, sounding pathetic. You crawled over the floor to the furthest corner of the room where you could watch the door to your apartment.
“Did I?”
He sounded musing as if he tried to remember.
“Guess it was a lie then.”
“What do you want?” you pleaded but you didn’t get an answer to your question.
“Are you sure you locked the door?”
The sudden question had you widen your eyes. Have you? Of course! It was the first thing you did! But did you really lock it?
“Maybe you should check it.”
You didn’t want to. Maybe he was standing right in front of your door, waiting for you to open it. But what if you didn’t lock the door? Anxiety took over your thinking and you crawled over to the door, checking the handle. Relieve filled your body when you realized it was, indeed, locked.
“Guess you locked it after all. Do you have your keys?”
Keys? You looked up at the small table where you usually kept your keys. No keys. Dread filled you and you wanted to curl up into a ball. Was he in your apartment? Your heard him chuckle again.
“Don’t worry. I don’t have your keys. You probably dropped them somewhere.”
Your eyes wandered over the floor and there they were, next to the bathroom door. How they got there was beyond you but you couldn’t care less. They were there and that was all that mattered.
“Leave me alone. Please!” a high pitched voice you didn’t recognize as your own echoed through the apartment.
“Leave me alone.”
He mocked you.
“But okay. I will leave you alone. If you can tell me where I am right now.”
It clicked and he had hung up. Your head shot up and you looked around. He was in here! You knew it! Or was he messing with you? But how did he know where your keys were? He could’ve guessed. But you should’ve been able to hear him if he actually was in your apartment. He just wanted to make you more and more paranoid.
You got up, knees weak and barely supporting your body weight. Fear clung to your body like a second skin and you tried to keep your mind from racing a thousand miles a minute by telling yourself that he was bluffing. Still, you moved from room to room, turning on the lights and checking every single room.
No one in sight. He’s not here. You felt a burden fall off your back and relief flooded your senses instead. He was just bluffing.
You slowly calmed down but didn’t go to bed until you couldn’t keep your eyes open again. You were almost asleep when your phone vibrated on the night stand. You were too tired to open the message and instead drifted into a dreamless sleep.
You forgot to check the closet.
24 notes
·
View notes
Text
Just My Type | JJ Maybank x Kook!Reader | Ch. 2
Summary: You may perhaps have this tiny attraction to a certain flirty pogue that works for your step dad. All the while your mother is trying to set you up with boys who she thinks are your type.
Warnings: cringe af & a slow a$$ burn and not proof read!! 💖🤩
Authors Note: thank you to those who are interested in this! This chapter is a long one but I don’t think ill be keeping the rest of the chapters that long? But who knows tbh. Hope you enjoy this one💛
After spending the entire afternoon with Kie doing the absolute most by snacking on the pancakes you managed to cook successfully, braiding each other’s hair and asking about her love life since she recently came out to you as queer when you caught her checking out a few tourists that passed you both when y’all went out shopping few weeks back.
See, you kind of knew this about Kiara. You kind of thought she had a little crush on Sarah Cameron when you both were friends with her back then but never had the actually guts to question her about it. You weren’t sure if Kie even knew about that part of herself yet, so you waited a couple years more to finally ask her about it when you were very sure.
What you weren’t expecting though, was to ask her about it in such a blunt way, especially in the middle of the mall where a few bystanders where nearby who glanced your way at such a question. You didn’t mean to to be so forward, but it just came out out of suspicion and all those times you held back from asking Kie.
Luckily for you, she didn’t pay no mind to the eavesdroppers around and answered your question confidently with a huge smile on her pretty face. Already having used to you being so straightforward and upfront about everything.
She loves that about you.
You both sadly decided to call it a day but not before her inviting you to a kegger the pogues were throwing this weekend. To say you were beyond excited for your first party is an understatement and to finally be meeting those boys Kie never shuts up about.
Wanting to dress to impress, you already plan out your outfit for that night. Not because you’re indecisive and take hours to get ready of course. (It’s definitely that reason though)
The weekend finally arrives and you’re just about done getting ready for the kegger tonight. You were dressed in a cute short summer dress paired with some white low top converses and went to double check your natural glam’d up face in the vanity mirror incase of needing to reapply lipgloss.
After readjusting the natural strip lashes that you had on, your phone began to buzz. Signaling a text from no other than the beautiful brunette herself.
Kiekie🌺: hi bby im out the front xx
You: coming babes😍
Kiekie🌺: dont forget the vodka!! 🥵
You: already in the bag babygorl😏
Kiekie🌺: dont call me that pls its cringe )):
Snickering at her reply, you quickly throw in some extra stuff in your bag incase of emergencies (never knowing when you need to reapply gloss again) and made your way downstairs. Passing your parents in the dining room, you wave goodbye and blow kisses at them quickly to avoid conversation but just your luck they stop you before you made it to the door.
“Y/n your dress is too short!” Your mother declares as she eyes up your outfit whilst your step father agrees with a nod of his head and furrowed eyebrows.
“You are outgrowing that dress Y/n” the man adds with a shake of his head as he sets his eyes back down to the iPad in front of him.
“Oh stop it you two It still fits perfectly fine and you both know its my favourite, anyways bye bye love yous!! ” you wave again and rush out the front door before they can say anything else.
“Wha- wait just a minute young lady!” Your mother beckons but its too late you’re inside Kiara’s car, fastening your seatbelt as you both laugh at hearing your mother��s loud voice from inside the house.
—————————————————————
The party was in full swing when you both arrived.
Kooks, pogues and tourons all mashed up together in one beach as if there were no social classes between the three divided groups. Guess alcohol really does change the way people mingle when consumed.
Looking around, you recognise a few kids that go to your school swaying to the RnB music and drinking away like they have no care in the world and starting to actually get nervous when you spot familiar classmates you used to call your friends. Feeling anxious, you kinda wanna go home now.
Your thoughts were interrupted to Kie linking your arms together, “lets go meet the pogues!” Eyes twinkling at the thought of her bestfriend finally getting to meet her other bestfriends. With that said, you let her practically drag you off to where she knows they’ll be. A grin making its way on your face, forgetting ever wanting to go home just seconds before.
She introduces you to John B first, since he was the only one there serving out drinks to the tourons. He swats away at your hand when you reach out to give a handshake. Instead, the curly brunet embraces you in a tight bear hug, suffocating you with his built figure. Saying something about not needing to be so formal with him, already having to get to know you from Kie and also not forgetting to throw a compliment at your choice of outfit.
Moments later, a dark skinned male makes his appearance known by accidentally tripping over a log in front of you, mumbling out curses to himself. While the others burst out in tears from laughing you only giggle a little in hopes not to embarrass him more, helping the poor boy up to his feet and asking if he’s okay.
When he sets his brown eyes on you, he recognises you immediately as the daughter of one of the nice kooks he makes deliveries for and starts stuttering out apologies as if he offended you. You snort at this boy’s weird behaviour and reassure him that theres no need to apologise to you.
John B tells the boy your name and his eyes lit up, “Ive made plently of deliveries to your house! Who would of thought you’d be the famous Y/n Kie always mentions? Im Pope by the way” embracing you in gentle hug.
You’ve spent almost an hour with the trio and you have yet to meet the other boy because you swore there was three of them from all the stories Kie has told you.
“Wasn’t there three of you?” Moving your manicured finger to the two handsome boys infront of you. They smile at you and gave a little nod.
“Oh yeah! he’s-“
“YO POPE, JOHN B! Check this shit out man!”
A loud booming voice roars from behind you making you jump slightly. Swiveling around from where you stood, you are faced with a beaming tall blond. Your breath hitched in your throat as your eyes only focused at the boy infront of you.
His attention is fixed on the two males behind you, beckoning them to come over to where he was.
There he stood, watching two young tourons brawling. Finding it absolutely hilarious because from where you are, you can clearly see that they are doing a terrible job at throwing each other down on the sand.
John B and Pope darted to the blond with Kie in tow, linking your arms through yours as she drags you to the scene.
The tourons are are stupidly wrestling on the ground now, making you and Kie cringe at the second hand embarressment. Though you both find it kinda funny.
“Alright alright break it up squirts” the blond demands as he pulls one kid off the other, with John B helping the other kid up off the sand.
“Ill freaking kill you Seb!”
“Hey- hey! Take a walk man” John B forces the kid back when he tried to come at the other kid, making the blond laugh again.
“Its not a kegger if theres not atleast one fight happenin” Pope turns to you and Kie with his hands placed on his hips, making Kie chuckle with a shake of her head at the comment.
“So does this always happen at your keggers?” You ask with amusement lacing your question.
“Sure does princess” you all face the voice, the blond appearing to your rights. You feel your face instantly heat up at the sight of him smirking down at you like he usually does whenever he catches you staring. Biting your bottom lip to supress a giggle at the nickname he gave you.
“So Y/n this here is-“
As Kie was about to reveal the name of the cute blond that was peering at you, John B whoops loudly jogging back to the group and unknowingly interrupting her with his loud laughter.
“Touron fights are officially my favourite thing!” The brunet hollers, making the group crack up laughing. Something y’all have been doing alot this entire night as it seems.
You’re gonna fit in just fine.
————————————————————
When the kegger starts to lessen with people, you decide to help Kie pick up some of the red solo cups discarded all around the beach. Picking up only what you can whilst tipsy.
You’re not much of a drinker yourself to be honest. Only because your parents never gave you a taste, being underage and all. Only sneaking in a few drinks from Kie at sleepovers here and there so your not technically alien to the idea of drinking overall.
And yes you’re definitely a lightweight.
After picking up a couple more cups and other trash, throwing them in a black plastic trash bag, you and Kiara head up at the “Chateau” which you now know was John B’s place.
Once arrived, Kie sets up the pull out couch and lays down, completely exhausted from all the dancing and drinking she did with you. You and the boys following her actions. With Pope laying down next to Kie and you, John B and the blond sat on the bed facing the two laying down. Finding it amusing that Pope passed out already.
John B letting out a yawn as he gets up from his seating position on the couch, not before saying bye to you and kissing your head goodnight.
The interaction doesn’t suprise you since Kie has warned you about how affectionate these boys can be but it still caused your cheeks to heat up anyways.
“Want me to take you home?”
Tearing your attention away from John B drunkily making his way to his room, your e/c falls on the blond infront of you, crossed legged with his hands resting behind him to keep him upright in the sitting position. You glance down at Kie and Pope, both have passed out peacefully.
“Oh no don’t worry about it, i can just get an uber” you whisper to the cute blond as you get up from the couch and start making your way to the door.
He doesn’t take no for an answer and starts following you out, not before grabbing the keys to John B’s beaten up van. Rolling your eyes but not helping the smile you throw his way at his kindness.
The drive wasn’t silent or awkward at all. The both of you getting along quite well, talking about anything and everything that comes to mind. Him throwing compliments your way here and there that leaves you a stuttering mess.
He loves how shy you are to his flirtation. The girls he’s hit on has always been just as flirty with him but they’ve never shyed away like you have.
Don’t get him wrong, he loves confidence in a woman and never have he thought he’d find it adorable for a girl to be this nervous around him but here you are. Being completely submissive.
You emit pure innocence. Which makes him want to be protective of you.
Finally pulling up into your driveway, you search your house windows for any signs of anyone being awake inside. Noticing no lights or movement in your house, you turn to face the blond who was already looking at you.
Your heart rate starts to pick up as you stare right back into those baby blues, the lights on the edge of the road acts as a spot light on the handsome blond, focusing on all his musculine features. Skin glowing so luminously.
He’s so handsome.
“What?”
“What??”
OH NO DID YOU SAY THAT OUT LOUD!? YOU STUPID BIT-
“Did you just call me handsome?” He leans over, and smiles at you cheekily, that tiny dimple playing at the corner of his mouth.
Play dumb.
“What no??” He chuckles boyishly at your response and pushes back pieces of hair that managed to fall on his forehead, not breaking eye contact with you once.
“Well to be fair. You’re pretty gorgeous to look at too L/n, a pure sight for sore eyes” He moves closer as he runs a knuckle down your forearm and sends you a wink. Your heart is beating out of your chest now and you’re convinced he could hear it.
Not necessarily knowing how to respond to the blond, you shove him away gently and cup your heated cheeks. Shying away once again.
He lets out a cute laugh which you found so angelic coming from someone who is by far a comparison to one after having heard of all the crazy shit this boy has done in the past.
though, he’s physically otherworldly.
“Im just teasing ya” he voiced as he messes up your hair by ruffling through them with his ring clad fingers. You giggle at this with a shake of your head, you open the car door and walk out. With him following behind you.
“So you’ll be hanging out with us more often right?” He asks almost seeming nervous when he shoves his hands down his pocket.
“When i get invited out then yes, i guess so” you face him, swaying back and forth on your heels as you both stop at the front door of your house.
“Oh trust me, you will be. We all had a great time with you tonight” he replies with a lick of his lips, eyeing you up and down.
Don’t fucking test me, i will kiss you right here, right now.
“I did too” you whisper, placing a piece of hair behind your ear.
There was an awkward silence. None of you not knowing what to say for the first time during the entire night. He scratches the back of his head, wishing you a goodnight- well technically a goodmorning whilst slowly walking backwards to the van. Still maintaining eye contact as if he didn’t wanna tear his eyes away from you anytime soon.
“See you soon?”
“See you soon princess”
Warmth spreading across your chest to hearing that nickname again. You wave and turn away from the handsome blond but pausing in your tracks as you come to remember something important.
“Wait!!” The boy halts in his tracks at your sudden outburst.
Feeling the heat decorating your face again from embarressment, you finally ask “what’s your name?”
He’s chuckling at the realisation that nobody, not even himself has told you his name. He’s known about you for months, he’s heard your name be called the very first time he first laid eyes on you. You’ve been pinning on him for months. Not once have you heard his name be called out loud by anyone else. You were always too shy to ask anybody for his name, which was quite dumb, really.
“The name’s JJ Maybank princess, its a pleasure to make your acquaintance”
Taglist: @alotbnouf @elhopqer @arthiriticcricket @eclecticpuppyhollywoodhumanoid @urlocalbrochure @cocoopalace @teamnick @lolitstiana @99sxuxii @styles-edward-harry @essencityv
#fanfiction#jj maybank#jj maybank fanfic#jj maybank fanfiction#jj maybank imagine#jj maybank x reader#jj outer banks#jj x reader#jj x y/n#jj x you#john b routledge#john b imagine#john b x reader#pope hayward#pope outer banks#kiara carrera#outer banks#sarah cameron#rafe cameron#jj maybank fluff#fluff
144 notes
·
View notes
Text
Daddy Issues (Part 2) - Carlisle Cullen
Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x (female) Reader
Warnings: mention of abuse, age gap
Summary: The readers professional relationship with Dr.Cullen gets messy.
Author’s Note: I didn’t expect people to actually read this omg 🥺 -Kelsie
Word Count: 1,126
The ceilings in his bedroom were high with a large chandelier hanging from the center. His bed was the biggest you’ve ever seen, centered in the middle of the large room right across from a grand fireplace. It looked… strange… out of place. You walked over to the bed and noticed how neat all of the pillows were placed and how there were no folds in the sheets. It looked almost unused.
“I’ll check in on you in the morning,” Carlisle said. He was standing hesitant in the doorway.
Before you could respond, he left. You hesitated before finally taking your shoes off and crawling under the neat sheets of the bed. To your disappointment, the sheets didn’t smell like his cologne which only furthered your theory that it was unused. So where did he sleep? Exhaustion hit you fast and you fell asleep before you could think more about it.
-
The next morning you were woken up by light streaming through the trees just outside the tall windows. You forgot where you were for a moment, thinking last night was just some weird fever dream before you realized that you were, in fact, in your doctor’s bed. You sat up quickly, forgetting about your bruised arm before wincing at the pain.
As if on cue, the door of the bedroom opened slowly and Carlisle walked in.
“Everything okay?”
He was wearing the same clothes he was last night, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he slept at all that night.
“I pushed myself up with my bad arm,” You mumbled, cradling it.
He knelt by the side of the bed and reached over you to check the bruises. He very carefully unwrapped your bandages. You didn’t want to see the wounds again so instead you watched his focused expression. He must have felt you watching you because he looked up at you and smiled.
“Oh my god,” You gasped suddenly, turning to the alarm clock on the side table next to the bed, “It’s Monday! I have school,”
He held you down when you tried jumping out of the bed, still holding your bruised arm exposed in his free hand.
“I excused you,”
“How?” You asked, watching as he rebandaged your wounds.
“I’m your doctor,” He mumbled, still focused on rebandaging, “You don’t have to go to class today,”
He stood up once he finished, then watched as you also got out of the bed.
“I want to take you somewhere,” He said, handing you your shoes.
You didn’t question it as you quickly put your shoes on. You were just grateful that you didn’t have to go home yet.
The two of you got back into his car and he started driving deeper into the forest.
“Are there other houses out here?” You asked, looking out into the deepness of the trees that never seemed to end.
“No,”
He drove off of the main road and down a bumpy trail. You couldn’t help but worry about his nice car getting ruined in the mud of the trail, but he didn’t seem to care. The car stopped once the trail became too small to drive on.
“We’ll have to walk the rest,” He said, turning toward you, “If you don’t mind,”
“I don’t,”
You should have. You recognized the fact that you felt far too comfortable around him even though you barely knew him. Not to mention the fact that it was extremely inappropriate. He was your doctor.
You got out of the car anyway and followed him deeper through the rough trail and into the sea of trees. Every once in a while there would be a rock or log in the way on the trail and he’d grab your hand to help you over. You grew up hiking in the pacific northwest so you didn’t need his help, but you let him nonetheless.
Finally the two of you reached an opening with a viewpoint. Judging by the overgrown plants around the concrete fence, you assumed it was abandoned.
You leaned over the concrete railing and looked down to the rushing water below. Across the small river was more hills of trees. Clouds hid the sun from the sky and fog set over the tops of the hills making it look rather eerie, but it was beautiful nonetheless.
“This is insane,” You mumbled, still in awe of the view.
“People forgot this viewpoint existed,” Carlisle said from you right, “It became too hard to get to,”
You looked up at him to see him watching you closely.
“It’s beautiful,” You whispered. You wanted to pull your eyes away from his golden ones and back to the view, but couldn’t. A small smile formed on his face and he looked away. You finally pulled your eyes away from him and and looked back out over the river.
“Would you tell me if I made you uncomfortable,” He mumbled, stepping toward you slightly.
You looked back over at him, confused. You would’ve been uncofmortable if it wasn’t for you stupid crush on him. Part of you wanted to step away, it was too inappropriate, but you stayed frozen in place. He reached over and trailed his hand down your waist slowly to your hips, pulling you closer. You wanted to say something, but you were finding it rather hard to breathe.
“I’m not uncomfortable,” You finally got out, watching him closely.
To your dismay, he pulled his hand away.
“I deeply admire you,” He said, looking down, “but I shouldn’t act on my feelings... it’s inappropriate,”
He turned away quickly walking back through the trees to his car. You were frozen in place before finally jogging after him.
“Carlisle,” You grabbed his hand and stopped in your tracks which caused him to stop as well, “I really like you,”
His hand fidgeted in your grip and you let go.
“I’ll drive you to Bella’s,” He said, opening the drivers side door of his car, “Charlie will keep you safe,”
You reluctantly climbed in beside him. The car ride was silent and you tried to keep your emotions bottled, not wanting to cry in front of him. It had gone too far, right? Your relationship with him had to stay professional. Once you pulled up to Bella’s house he helped you get your bag and out of the car.
You turned toward him awkwardly taking your bag. The two of you stayed facing each other silently for a moment before he cupped your face gently with his hand and kissed your forehead. You could feel your tears start to well up as he pulled away and got back into his car without a word.
He drove off before you even started walking toward the door.
#carlisle cullen#Carlisle Cullen x reader#Carlisle Cullen oneshot#Carlisle Cullen one shot#carlisle cullen imagine#Carlisle Cullen fluff#Carlisle Cullen drabble#Carlisle oneshot#Carlisle one shot#Carlisle imagine#Carlisle x reader#Carlisle fluff#Carlisle drabble#Carlisle#dr. cullen#twilight drabble#twilight renaissance#twilight fanfiction#twilight#twilight imagine#twilight fic#dr cullen
664 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Poem Series (12) I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day– John Wick
All parts Here
The following day, Diana woke up fresh, and joyous. She remembered last night. After their heated session near the tree, which still brought redness to her face, they had walked some more. John had her had shared an ice cream. John had been quieter than his usual quiet, but Dian shrugged it off thinking that they both have had a tough week somehow. She wore a simple cream outfit for her classes today. As she parks her car, she is greeted by her friend.
“Hey D!”
“Hi! Good morning”
“Oh my God! What happened to you”
“What!!”
“Honey! You are practically glowing.”
Diana giggles and looks down at her feet as they walk.
“Yeah, I met John yesterday. We talked”
“Why are you wearing a scarf?”
“it just goes with the ensemble” Diana says little flustered, avoiding Skylar’s eyes, but its Skylar, she rips off the scarf from Diana’s neck playfully making her yelp a little.
“Dear god!!! Are those hickeys??? And yes, HICKEYS, PLURAL”
Diana snatches the scarf back and wraps it around her neck, embarrassed.
“For God’s sake Skylar!!”
Skylar laughs. “Your neck looks like a speckled bandana, D, What did he do? Have dinner off your neck??!!. Someone wants to make sure that people know you are taken.” Sky laughs
“Well. That someone is coming today.”
“To college?”
“Yeah, lunch time. I’ll introduce you. Now give me that scarf back.”
Diana snatches the scarf back leaving a laughing and giggling Skylar behind. With that both Skylar and Diana go off to their respective classes. Like each day, she taught with dedication and focus. After the class there were a few students that waited to ask her some questions. As Diana answered, she saw a few girls looking at something behind her and giggling. Diana turns to see John with two small brown paper bags smiling at her. She looks at the girls who seem to not get enough of John. Of Course, they would stare at him, look at him. He is gorgeous.
“Don’t you girls have another class?” Diana chides the students who quickly go off to their classes. Diana checks the time. John was right on time. She slowly walks towards him. As she reaches him, John leans down to kiss her, but she puts her fingers on his lips, pushing him away gently, leaving a very confused expression on John’s face.
“This is college John, I am a teacher here”
“Maybe the students can learn something too”
“As tempting as that sounds, PDA is forbidden here”
“Forbidden, that’s just making it more tempting for me, love”
“Don’t make me scold you, in front of all these students, John”
John narrows his eyes and smirks. “Maybe I do need a stern hand on me, Professor Swan”
Diana gasps, John had been a gentleman with her, but his little suggestive comment made her nearly wet. She swore her face was burgundy now.
“I think we should eat now, John”. She says with a smile.
“Oh, I do want to eat, Schatje. I so want to eat”
“John, stop, we are at my college” and we that she pulls him towards one table at a canteen. Suddenly, she cannot meet his eye. John looked at his much missed woman. He had just seen her last night but it seemed like and eternity. The weather was fine and sunny. The bronze glow of the sun bounced off her skin. Her long, brunette hair was wavy, a little wild and wind blown. John’s eyes lingered a little more on her body that he had touched and felt before it moved to her face. He finally says, “I’ve missed you Diana”.
Her name from his lips electrified Diana’s entire body awakening the passionate part of her she experienced last night. “I’ve missed you too John”.
Diana looks at the paper bags on the table.
“What did you get?”
“I got us some sandwiches and a café misto for you, a dark roast for myself.”
“You remembered.”
“how could I forget?”
“thank you John”
“don’t thank me love. I am not doing this for you. I would do anything and everything for you”
“For a man full of mystery, you are a cheesy lover”
“I’d love to show you what kind of a love I am, Schatje” John winks at her.
“John!” Diana whisper yells. “what has gotten into you this morning?” She knew exactly what he was doing. He was dirty talking to her. He was at his truest and the most uninhibited form right now. He was riling her up, like he had felt yesterday night.
“Its not just today morning Diana”
Diana was about to say something equally sexy and witty back when they are interrupted by her friend Skylar.
“I knew I saw a hot couple from the balcony. Hey you!”
“John, this is my friend, Skylar, Skylar, this is…John”
Without any hesitation, Sky turns towards Diana, and nodding her head towards John says, “Well done! D”, earning a smile from John
“Sky!”
“looks like your friend approves of me”
“Don’t encourage her John”
The rest of the lunch time passes quickly. John, Diana and Sky, share a few laughs. The presence of John does not refrain Sky from teasing Diana, who was growing redder by the moment. John felt at ease, he felt comfortable. He loved this life.
“Well, lunch time’s over. It was nice to meet you John. We’ll catch up later”
“Lovely to meet you too Sky”
“I have another class too, thanks for the lunch John”
“Anytime”
“Will we meet again”
“Yes I’ll call you.”
“Take care, My sweet John” She quickly gives him a peck on his cheek. “Say hi to Dog from me” and leaves for class. He watches her go and starts going back.
From across the campus, John frowns again. Something was not right. His attention went to someone in the periphery of the campus. He squints nonchalantly and starts moving towards it. He was now sure, he was being followed, or worse, was his beloved being followed? Realizing that John was now aware of his presence, the suspicious man turns and starts walking briskly in one direction. John follows, but the man in question vanishes in a crowded street. John was now sure. It was either him or Diana being watched. John had to do something. He will not let anything happen to his Diana. He had to make some calls urgently. John rushes home.
It is evening and Diana’s classes have ended. She has updated her teachers log. Today she had taught Hopkins. She is about to head home when an orderly comes to her cabin and asks her to come to the Dean’s office. The university dean, Mr. Cornway is a good person. He has established a good management at the university that focuses on the complete development of the students. It is one of the reasons that Diana enjoys working here.
“May I come in sir?”
“Sure, Professor. Swan Please come in”
“You called for me?”
“Yes, I have some urgent work for you and I know the classes are over right now but these reports need to be submitted by tomorrow, or some students will lose their scholarship. I was planning to them myself, but my son needs to be taken to a dentist. Can you please do them?”
“Of course sir. Don’t worry about it. Please take care of your son.”
“Thank you. You are one of our good teachers”.
“Thank you sir.”
With that Diana takes the folder from his hands and goes back to her cabin. There are about 12 reports to be completed. Its not a heavy task but the details and accuracy will take a couple of hours. She sighs, looks at the file and murmurs “I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day. What hours, O what black hours we have spent” and chuckles to herself. Perfect work for a possibly sleepless night she thinks and starts working. Diana gets to work without a second thought. Minutes changes to hours, apart from a few janitors, it is only her at the college now.
Diana is still doing the task. She checks the time and realizes that its 11:30 at night already. Oh god! Has she been working so long? Suddenly her phone rings. She sees that it is a private number. She picks up.
“Hello”
“Hello love. In bed yet?” Diana smiles upon hearing John’s voice.
“No, unfortunately I am still at college”
“What are you doing there so late?” John sounds a little worried.
“The dean gave me an urgent task that could not wait. It took a couple of my hours.”
“Its already 11:30, how long you will be there?” John sounds concerned.
“I think I will done in another hour John. Don’t worry, I have my car”
“Do you want me to come?”
“John, I’ll be fine”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, love, I am sure.”
“Tell me when you leave”
“Yes. I will John, Bye now”
Diana cuts the phone but something does not feel right for John. How could he be all right. This city is unsafe. That man was following them. John could not find anything upon calling Winston or Marcus. He was in the dark about what was happening and his instincts told him that something was not right. He decided to go to Diana at her college anyway.
Diana finishes the work around 12:30. She starts to pack her things. After keeping the file securely in her drawer, she locks her office. She then goes down to the parking lot. Its empty and its only her car and she in the lot. Diana’s feels a little restless. She needs to go home.
Diana is about to take out her car keys from her bag when suddenly, she is pushed hard on her car. And her hand is tied behind her. Before she could scream her mouth is tied with a cloth and she is forced to turn. There are muffled noises coming out of her. In the dark she sees two men, with bandanas. One of whom had tackled her and tied her. The other was getting the car. She was slowly being dragged somewhere. Diana resists and struggles. The man holding her slaps her on the face and she falls hard on the concrete parking lot. “That will teach you a lesson. No John Wick now to save ya, bitch!!” The man yells. He grabs her by her hair and just when he is about to hit her the second time, there is a surprising blur of motion and the man lets out a painful cry. He falls down with his face crimson with blood, Diana closed her eyes tightly but she could hear an arm being snapped and then the man who had hit her was left screaming before he was completely silent. At a distance, the man in the car tried to escape but then he was too slow. The person who had come to save Diana’s life was death himself. After being hit and hitting her head on the parking ground Diana’s head was a little fuzzy. She swore she could hear a bullet firing and then everything went silent. Her eyes were closing.
“I am here, I am here”
“John?“ She asks in a meek voice.
“Stay with me love, I am here, nothing can hurt you now”
The last thing she see is John untying her, picking her up before losing her consciousness.
@ficsnroses @overheardatthecontinental @trin303 @meetmeinthematinee
#john#john wick#john wick fanfic#john wick x ofc#john wick x original character#john wick x original female character#john wick x reader#john wick x you#john wick x oc#john wick fan#john wick fanfiction#keanu#keanu reeves#keanu reeves fanfiction#keanu reeves fanfic#john wick x y/n#keanu reeves x y/n#the continental#continental#baba yaga#boogeyman#the boogeyman
25 notes
·
View notes
Note
I've been playing dos2 for a while now and I really love it! I'm still learning so some beginners tips would be great😅
aww im really happy you enjoy it, its really an incredible game! 💛
alrighty so I don’t know how far you are and maybe you will already know about some of these, but this just comes to my mind super quickly (also pasted from a previous ask I got abt this uwu):
grab a bedroll as fast as you can. outside of combat, you can use it to rest and heal your party! (on the story difficulty resting also revives your party members without having to use scrolls)
speaking about healing, it’s really good to have at least one party member with healing skills! healing potions are pretty expensive and money is quite scarce at the beginning of the game so having a healer in the party is very handy! besides classes in dos2 are pretty versatile so they don’t have to be a full-on healer anyway, there are plenty of combinations out there!
a good example is my necromancer pc - she’s a healer but since i invested points in necromancy as well, she heals self whenever she lands a hit or stands in blood (which is a good thing since there’s a handy raining blood spell in-game!) i’m trying to say that learning some skills and combinations can be extremely useful!
before you can damage enemies you have to bring their armor down first. there are two types of armor: physical (you can lower that with physical damage attacks) and magical (use spells to bring it down); a lot of environmental effects and aoe abilities are useless if the enemies’ armor isn’t lowered yet!
with that being said, consider getting the torturer perk. it removes armored restrictions from skills which means you can apply them to enemies even if their armor protects them! this way i can set “bleeding” or “on fire” even on enemies who are protected by their armor
environmental effects are very important. if you saw any memes that show you that half of the screen during battle is on fire - yes, that’s the game. a lot of skills leave behind surfaces like fire or poison + you can freeze or electrocute water and your enemies can do that too. using the surfaces to your advantage can win you a lot of fights (but you can lose due to that as well)
get the pet pal perk! you can speak to animals! some of them have handy advice on some areas / quests, but mostly it’s just fun!
you can respec for free later in-game (it’s pretty self-evident so i won’t mention any spoilers)
you meet a black cat soon after you land in the first area - protect him! he can’t be harmed in combat but if you walk past two guards in front of the gate to fort joy prison, archers will murder the cat on sight! if you manage to keep him alive though, he will join the party as a summon. free kitty!
if you want to save money on lockpicks, consider having a skeleton in your party (with points in thievery) - they use their bony fingers to pick locks instead! if you decide on that though, don't forget that you can use poison to heal the undead, as regular healing spells and potions damage them instead!
every npc has something to trade. even if they aren’t a trader. there’s a handy trade button you can click during dialogue
in combat, try to get your ranged characters at a raised ground, they receive a bonus to their attacks the higher above the enemies they are
the quest log can be a bit tricky to navigate at first. i suggest listening intently to what the important npcs have to say and checking the quest marks on your map! there are also usually several ways in resolving certain quests.
make sure to talk to everyone and click / explore everywhere. dos2 has a LOT of hidden stuff going on that’s easily missable (i have hundreds of hours in it and it took me a while to see everything)
#ask#enchantingpoetrypizza#hope these help uwu#dont hesitate to ask for more guidance if you need it#its a big game and it doesnt really hold your hand#have fun! ♥
10 notes
·
View notes
Text
Broken Lovers IV
Summary: Y/n is a hopeless romantic in love with someone who will never love her back and Jaehyun is helplessly in love with someone who only continues to hurt him over and over again, sounds like a match made in heaven right?
Pairings: CollegeStudent!Jaehyun X CollegeStudent!Y/N X CollegeStudent!Jaemin
Warnings: toxic relationships, toxic behavior, gas lighting, making you question your perception and memory, cursing but not excessively
Genre: angst/fluff/smut
Word count: 2k
Masterlist
Previous
Next
You brought a fist up hesitantly, unsure whether you should knock or not, you aren’t even sure you have the right room. But you brought your fist against the door knocking to let them know you were here. A few seconds after the initial knock the door swings open almost hitting you in the face.
“I’m sorry!” you’re met with Jaemin’s Panicked face clearly not knowing you were that close to the door.
“It’s okay Jaemin,” You smile up at him before he grabs onto your wrist yanking you inside the classroom lightly. You take a glance around the class, there are different groups of people talking and smiling, one girl has a very heavy and expensive-looking camera and you can also see her arms are completely covered in tattoos and her hair has a variety of blue streaks in it making her stand out.
“This is the photography classroom, we use it for our club, of course, the teacher Mrs.Choi is here to make sure we don’t destroy her class,” Jaemin explains pointing to the woman who had caught your eye for her appearance.
You look around the room and the pictures on the wall taken by all kinds of people as you spot one in particular that you were interested in, in the picture, there was a blue butterfly that had landed on some type of log and you just thought it was a beautiful picture. Jaemin follows your line of sight to the photo hanging as he makes note of your interest in the picture.
“You must be Jaemin’s new recruit he’s been telling me about,” someone breaks your attention as you turn to the voice smiling nervously.
“The coffee girl,” Mrs.Choi smiles as you feel your ears redden with embarrassment as you twist a piece of your hair between your fingers, the woman’s voice was oddly soothing and quiet which contrasts her very loud appearance.
“Hey, Mrs.Choi, yeah this is ____,” Jaemin introduces you nudging you lightly to shake her hand which she had extended which you do.
“So what brings you to our club, why are you interested in photography?” She asks as Jaemin pats you on the back before leaving you to talk as he goes to greet and talk with the other club members.
“I want to get better, and I just find it so beautiful,” You keep it simple glancing back over to that butterfly picture and then talking some more.
“Jaemin will be a great help then, he’s very talented and has a good eye, he took that photo,” Mrs.Choi stands walking over to the wall before taking a picture off the wall leaving an odd empty spot before showing off the photo, it shows a very beautiful clearing in a wooded area and light hitting the freshly rained on area. You look at it in awe, Jaemin is extremely talented and clearly this meant a lot to him.
“HEY, sorry I’m late,” Someone announces as the door opens to reveal a very tall male with brown hair, he was dressed in a pair of jeans and a very simple gray hoodie, the voice felt familiar but you couldn’t figure it out, maybe it was just in passing you had heard it.
Johnny had struggled to get the door to the photography class open, his camera bag in one hand and iced coffee in the other as he managed to carefully twist the doorknob before pushing it open and announcing his late arrival to the dismay of some of the people.
A girl almost instantly looks up and meets his eyes blushing as she turns away before she fiddles with her camera taking a couple of test pictures. Johnny’s eyes locked with yours after a few minutes of looking around the room. It didn’t feel like a coincidence that you were here. Johnny made his way over to where you’re sat with Mrs.Choi talking before chiming in himself.
“Hey! You’re new here right?” Johnny raises an eyebrow before taking a sip of his coffee, you give the boy a smile nodding.
“Yeah, it’s my first day,” You explain and Johnny immediately realizes you don’t recognize him, you had your eyes fixated on the ground when he met you and you were in a rush so you weren’t taking note of him but he definitely was of you and he had a million thoughts.
“Yeah? Well, I hope you stick around, everyone is pretty welcoming,” Johnny smiles down at you, he’s a tower and you couldn’t believe his height.
“I know, Jaemin offered to help me out and teach me some things,” Your gaze drifts from Johnny to the blue-haired Boy who is laughing with someone before you look back up to the male. His mind is turning and thinking as he slowly develops a plan in his mind almost like a picture developing it slowly appears.
“Hey, Johnny,” A girl approaches the table her head down as she pulls Johnny away to talk about something you’re unable to hear before Mrs.Choi starts talking again.
“I think you’ll like it here, it’s all about angles, See when I look at a photo I might see a whale but in your eyes, you could see a butterfly, it’s all about perception,” Mrs.Choi explains smiling before she gets up patting you on the back and rejoining a different group leaving you to think about her words a bit confused but understanding it simply as to take a photo you have to find the best angle.
“Hey Coffee girl!” Jaemin smiles rushing over to where you are before engulfing you in a hug, his scent hitting you like a truck as he squeezes you tightly. Confused you raise an eyebrow at the sudden affection but that doesn’t stop the pounding in your chest and warmth that engulfs your face.
“What was that for?” You ask meekly barely speaking above a whisper as he shrugs slinging an arm over your shoulder.
“I don’t know, I kind of just like hugs,” He ruffles your hair lightly making you groan.
“You’re cute,” Jaemin pinches your cheek while you pout but don’t disagree.
Rep after rep after rep. Jaehyun is giving his all exerting as much energy as he can as he takes his confusion and confliction out on his body pushing himself.
Jaehyun lets out a breath as sweat drops down his entire body, he is drenched, hair sticking to his forehead as he checks his Apple Watch before taking a seat. Taking a break before his next set as he unscrews the cap of his water before downing it. With every movement, he feels his mind clearing up and better in general. That doesn’t take away from the many memories that came flooding his mind.
Heejin watched in annoyance as Jaehyun packed up his gym bag, placing a towel, water bottle, and other necessities inside it. Her phone vibrated with a text but she ignored it as her eyes watched her boyfriend’s figure. She cleared her throat to announce her presence in his room as she drove herself all the way over to the frat house to Yuta’s dismay as soon as he saw her smirking in the doorway.
“What are you doing?” She asks smiling sweetly before entering his room completely and him turning around to meet her eyes.
“Hey baby, I’m just getting ready to go to the gym. I didn’t know you were coming over,” He smiles going over and placing a sweet kiss on her forehead.
“Well, I texted you so you should have known.” She rolls her eyes when he turns his back to continue only to put on the smile when he turns back to her.
“Oh, well I didn’t get a text you’re free to stay and wait till I get back,” Jaehyun zips up the bag taking a glance around to make sure he’s not forgetting anything
“I know you did. Anyways why don’t you just stay with me?” Heejin tugs at Jaehyun’s arm pleading with the boy. Her voice came out as more of a demand which Jaehyun shook off laughing.
“How do you expect me to keep up my body that you love if I don’t go to the gym?” Jaehyun cocks an eyebrow smiling at his girlfriend who clung to him like a child.
“Then bring me with you,” Heejin let’s go, her arms crossed and a pout on her face.
“You hated it last time you tagged along saying that it smelled like sweat,” Jaehyun points out as he picks up his gym bag swinging it over his shoulder.
“Ugh fine then. I guess I’m not as important as the gym then.” She faces away from him coldly.
“You know that’s not true.” Jaehyun places a hand on her shoulder only for her to shrug it off with ease and walk further away.
“No, it’s fine! Maybe you’ll find a new girl who likes the gym and you can just leave me!” She swings her arms around exaggerated, she’s getting worked up.
“Hey, why are you acting like this? You know I love you,” Jaehyun frowns, walking over to her slowly trying to calm her down by not raising his voice at her.
“If you did, why would you want to leave me?” She accuses almost hissing it out at him.
“I’m just going to the gym Heejin,” Jaehyun groans in annoyance.
“Just go tomorrow, stay today,” She sighs, making Jaehyun out to be a bad boyfriend for not wanting to spend time with his beautiful girlfriend.
“Fine I guess we can compromise, but don’t complain tomorrow please?” Jaehyun asks as she runs over, giving him a kiss on the cheek wrapping her arms behind his head.
“No promises Jae,” Heejin whispers before kissing his lips to prevent him from asking her the same questions.
“Maybe we can do some exercise of our own unless you’d rather go to the gym?” Heejin asks trailing her lips up his neck and kissing right behind his ear eliciting a deep groan and she can’t help but smirk over the power she has, the control.
“I like that idea,” Jaehyun smiles, his dimples showing as he drops his bag back onto the ground picking her up with ease as she wraps her legs around his waist before he moves over to the bed.
Beep beep, Jaehyun’s watch goes off letting him know to continue onto the next set. He shakes the memory away but glances at his phone for a second as if she would call at any minute her annoyed voice asking every ten minutes if he was done yet.
-----
A/N: The next chapter should be posted on 7/15, If you want to be added to the taglist leave a note on this post or message me anything really works. This next part is a bit personal you can stop reading here if you want to. I’ve been in a really bad mindset lately and it’s been taking a big toll on my mental health and just overall well-being and I kinda wish my friends or family would ask me how i’m doing BUT I do want everyone to know how much I smile and enjoy getting notifications on Tumblr so thank you guys for constantly and consistently brightening my days.
Tag list
❤️ @yourchasingsunsets ❤️ @justineasian ❤️ @captainsjoongs ❤️ @theworld-accordingtocasey ❤️ @yee-hawwwwwwww ❤️ @renjunstarlight ❤️
I also really quickly wanna say happy birthday to @ahgase55g7 I’m glad you’re really liking the story so far ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️
#nct#kpop#nct imagines#nct fluff#nct dream#nct angst#jaehyun#nct jaehyun#jaehyun fluff#jaehyun angst#nct 127#jaehyun imagines#nct fanfic#nct au#kpop au#nct x reader#nct fic#kpop fic#jaemin#nct jaemin#jaemin nct dream#jaemin imagines#broken lovers fic
74 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
sadd-king
What A Time To Be Alive
dance-pix-blog
dance-pix.blogspot.com
ma-sensu
MASENSU
millajovovichnudetd-blog1
judge costumes
catchablaze-blog
feed the flame