#and in this one paper where we do get feedback it's like you didn't mention antiracism 4/5

[ladystardust-thinks]

high-achiever - e.u.

Request by: @stilessbaseballbat

Hello! Can I request an imagine with Eggsy where him and the reader are appointed to train the newbies, but they become too competitive and split the group in two - One is Eggsys group and the two the readers. They make a bed which group will pass the Kingsman training? (you can choose who wins and what the loser is going to have to do)

Eggsy Unwin x Fem!Reader

A/N: It hasn't been long since I got that request. Sure. I totally didn't have it in my wips since forever. Anyway, I feel a little boring because of the choice I made on who wins but eh it's okay. It was like 4am. I'm proud of the OCs though 'cause I think they're pretty lovable. (aka I love them and they're my pretty little babies so you also have to love them, no pressure.)

Any feedback, is good feedback!! Correct me on anything you think is wrong.

word count: 2.1k

Tags/Warnings: She/Her pronouns!!, Jealous Reader if you squint really hard, kinda ooc eggsy?, OC x OC, reader is an overachiever, bad writing? English is not my first language, I learned it entirely out of social media, mention of a dog being shot (but not really), mention of reader having a dog (again, only if you squint.), Use of Y/N

"Gawain! Get up!" Eggsy's voice echoes loudly through the woman's house as he swings all the curtains wide open. She winces at the sudden light and curses the boy through her teeth.

"Y'know Galahad, I have heard rumours about people saying good morning as a greeting. Also that is a total violation of privacy. Do you know that? It's important to me that you know that." The girl whines shoving her tired body towards the kitchen, pouring coffee in a mug.

"Good morning, Gawain." Eggsy pauses. "Alright, now, the trainees list just came in and Merlin told me we are to train them. So take a look at it." He pushes the papers towards her and she takes a sip from her coffee, not making an attempt to take the papers. She looks up at Eggsy like he had killed her whole family.

"Why are you all that excited?" She asks rhetorically, not waiting for an answer. "Well, first of all I've been there and it's interesting to see newbies in my position and second of all it's going to be something to add to my successes. I'm high already but I am aiming higher."

He answers in a matter-of-factly tone and sits opposite to the girl. "What makes you think you are going to be all that good at it. I mean I am going to be there sure but-" She was rudely cut off.

"Are you implying you are better than me, Gawain?" The agent says slowly with a smile forming on his face.

"I wasn't implying anything, actually. I thought that was obvious. But before you rudely cut me off and-" She grunts in annoyance. Yet again being interrupted. She didn't like being interrupted.

"Then we can put it to the test. Drink your coffee and get dressed we are going to HQ." He states and starts wandering around the house, almost too comfortable, opening her closet and pulling out her suit, throwing it on her bed.

"You're doing it, again! I don't really appreciate that! And how did you even get inside my house? I never gave you a key. The door was locked, the lock isn't broken. What the bloody hell! You can't just sneak in like that." The woman complains kicking Eggsy out of her room as she starts to change her clothes. "We are Kingsmen, Gawain. Nothing is ever locked." She heard him say behind the door.

***

The newbies were in their cabin and they looked terrified in this sort of fun way. Y/N couldn't help but wonder if she also looked that terrified her first day at HQ. No. She thought. She was too confident. Her friends and family were sure, that was going to be the death of her. She was always sure of herself. Always. She had always been competitive.

Her parents still teased about stuff she'd do when she was little, like crying when she'd land on someone else's property while playing Monopoly.

They didn't even pressure her into all of those academic successes, she just did it.

The competitive part of her - if not her only part - is also what brought her where she is, doing something that Merlin, probably, wouldn't really like. But just like there wasn't one bone in her body that wasn't competitive, there also wasn't one that wasn't a winner.

***

"Do we get to choose who's in our team?" She found herself whispering at Eggsy while the newbies conversed with one another. "If you have your eye on someone that you think would make it easier, then no." He answers nonchalantly.

"Damn it." She swears under her breath, disappointed. "But we could choose eachothers teams. Like I choose yours, you choose mine." He murmurs.

"Okay. Then I'm giving you Marie." She says checking the document in her hand to make sure she got the name right. "Why Marie?" Eggsy asks, genuinely curious. "I don't know she seems annoying, she'd talk your ear of and get you distracted."

"Oh. Well that's good, because I actually think she's quite-"

"Then no." She changes her mind and shakes her head, her eyes still at the trainees looking over the cabin like lost puppies.

The blonde smirks, he marks his coworker's initials next to 'Marie Brown' on his own document. "Marie?" He says looking at the group of people right in front of him, searching with his eyes for the short redhead. "Yes." She speaks up. "You're with Gawain." He states.

The girl sprinted towards the, not-so-thrilled, agent excitedly. She smiled with all her teeth and squealed, standing tall, next to her.

She threw a sarcastic, tight lipped smile smile her way, then turned to look at Eggsy, the grimace never leaving her face. He just tried to hide his giggles under his breath and smiled, looking only forward because he knew if he turned to look at the woman's expression, he'd break down in laughter.

Marie grasped her mentor's shoulder proudly and Y/N's eyes widened but Eggsy's ability to hold his laugh was only getting worse. She nudged his rib with her elbow and coughed. "Okay, Elliot, with Galahad." She marked the initials G.U. on her document and let a breathy laugh out.

His eyes widened and his eyebrows went up, he turned to look at her and Elliot walked over to him. "Hello, sir." He sniffed and put his hand out for Eggsy to shake. His voice was shaky. Eggsy looked at him, then back at his sweaty hand and shook it.

Elliot let go from Eggsy's hand and wipped his hands on his uniform, fixing it and clearing his throat, as he walks next to Eggsy.

"He does realize that we are almost the same age and I am not his teacher, right?" The agent turns to Y/N and she snorts shortly. "Dont be mean," she says quietly "that's my job." She continues.

"Well, this is going to be fun." Eggsy mumbles under his breath. Suddenly regretting ever planting the idea of a bet in the girl's head.

***

"Okay, so." She clapped once to get the attention of the newbies. "The next days are going to be full of missions and tests, but you have to keep two things in mind. Always listen to your mentor and of course always look at the bigger picture. You're going to be in danger, multiple times through out this training process. If you look too closely you don't think practical, you think hypothetical. And a Kingsman doesn't have time for hypothetical."

Eggsy found himself staring at the young agent while she spoke with such loyalty and dedication. There was always this on going banter between them, about who is better at this or that, little things. But it had been amusing for him how she took everything so seriously, like she just had to win. Even if that was just an unserious game of rock-paper-scissors. He couldn't help but wonder why she was so competitive, with everyone but especially him, at most times.

That being the only trait they had in common.

How competitive they both were.

In general they we really different, she was serious most of the time and she always went by the rules, more logical than emotional, she'd always follow a good piece of advice. Eggsy was a free-er soul, he is emotional, he gets attached really easily. A smart-ass if she's ever met one. And he had this weird hero complex she could never understand, this 'I'm saving the world.' kind of attitude. She wanted to wipe that smirk of his face, bring him down to earth, shout 'We're all saving the world here!' at him.

***

"Hello there." Agent Gawain told the newbies, wet like cats, seeming miserable.

"What the hell was that?!" Hayley whined, a trainee from Eggsy's team. "That was your first quest, and if it was hot in here you'd be thanking us now." He answered the blonde girl's question.

"What was surprising, something that has never happened before, was that all of you failed. We had to drain the water so you don't drown." Y/N told her trainees. They all looked at eachother awkwardly, ashamed, as the experienced agent put her hands over her chest disappointed.

"Are you kidding me? We almost died for your stupid training and we get scolded like we're little children? I am not dealing with this crap." She got her luggage from under her bed and pushed through Galahad and Gawain so she can leave. Eggsy grimaced, his nose scrunching and his eyes squeezing shut. "She left." He heard a familiar whisper from next to him. "I know." He said. "Okay. Hopefully by the next mission we won't have anyone storming off." He turned to the rest of the group.

***

It had now came down to the final choice. The two final trainees for the decision to be made were, ironically enough, Elliot and Marie.

The trainees were both at different rooms, one across from another. Agents Gawain and Galahad were both leaning on different walls, one across from another.

Both waiting nervously to hear the gunshot from their trainee's gun. The woman made a clicking noise with her tounge as the man constantly tapped his foot against the metal floor. "Nervous, Galahad?" The agent asks the blonde. "Never, Gawain." He answers.

Gunshots are heard from both rooms and the agents let out a breath they didn't know they had been holding, realisation came to them immediately and they locked in eachother's eyes. "Does this mean...?" Eggsy started. "I think so? It hasn't happened to me before." Y/N says confused and both Elliot and Marie come out of the rooms.

"I almost shot my Barney..." Marie says to her mentor with wide eyes, holding her dog close to her chest. "Yup I know, he's alright, Mar." Agent Gawain hugs her trainee, remembering how it felt to even think of shooting Stevie when she went through her own training.

"I- Me too." Elliot says, still shocked. She sees Eggsy over Marie's shoulder, as he sighs, grimacing yet again, questioning and giving two hesitant pats on Elliot's back she couldn't describe as confrontational. She laughs on Marie's shoulder and Eggsy rolls his eyes at her.

"Okay. I mean. Good news is...you're both Kingsmen now. And you have your dogs!"

Y/N says letting Marie go.

"Congratulations on your dedication."

Marie and Elliot start talking and Eggsy discreetly takes his coworker away.

"So it's tie?" He whispers.

"I guess so." She shrugs.

She looks back at Marie and Elliot. Elliot awkwardly laughs as he makes a depressing attempt to touch Marie's arm and she giggles putting some of her hair behind her ear.

"Well that's akward." She says and Eggsy follows her eyes and also looks at the, now, young Kingsmen.

"Let the kids be. They're living their love."

"You're making me have a mid-life crisis before my time, we're like two years older than them."

Eggsy sighs theatrically. "Yes, but they feel like my kids already. Look at them opening their wings."

Gawain rolls her eyes.

"Must be sad for you. Now you can't make a move on Marie." She says sarcastically.

"I just said that so you wouldn't put her on my team. Marie's not really my type."

"What's your type then?"

"I don't know. Witty, smart, boring agents that can't bare losing?"

"Sounds very specific for the sake of 'not knowing'."

"Familiar too doesn't it?" A proud smile plays around Eggsy's lips as he is staring at her.

"Yeah, it does. Thank god my type is annoying, funny, immature agents that I just can't get off my back." She grins.

"I'm pretty hard to get rid of. Would you break a rule, Gawain?"

"Only if I am to break it with such good company, Galahad."

I would love to read your thoughts, i hope you enjoyed the story. Have a gorgeous day. Mwah!

-Shad

#Eggsy x Reader #Eggsy Unwin x reader #Eggsy x Fem!reader #eggsy unwin #eggsy unwin x fem!reader #eggsy unwin x reader #kingsman #kingsman the secret service #taron egerton #taron egerton x reader

[mrs-prentiss]

Secret Crush

Summary : Melissa has a secret crush on a new teacher at Abbott…without telling them she subtly invites them to a wine and dine dinner

Warnings : This is my first ever fanfiction, positive feedback is welcome pleaseee give me some! I tried to use all inclusive pronouns but i mightve slipped up doing she/her as i usually roleplay she/her so forgive me

Melissa Schemmenti had been a dedicated educator for many years, and she loved her job more than anything in the world. She was passionate and a fiery woman, no pun intended to her hair. Every day, she would arrive at Abboy Elementary with the same plan to bond with little to no one except Barbara herself…seemingly the only woman she tolerated in the school. It was changed strangely enough when One day, a new teacher arrived at Abboy Elementary, and Melissa was immediately smitten. Their name was y/n y/ln, and they where just stunning truly eye grabbing to. Melissa couldn't help but feel a flutter in her stomach every time she saw them in the hallway. At first, Melissa tried to ignore her feelings after all she hated new people they never lasted, and especially one as unbelievably perky and out going as y/n. Not to mention, she was a professional, and she didn't want to risk her career or her reputation by getting involved with a colleague.

But as the weeks went by, Melissa found herself thinking about Teacher y/ln more and more. The days flew by quickly and before Melissa and y/n knew it they barely forward paths exchanging simple words or none at all, the words they did exchange where short ones like Hello, and how are you. As Melissa was grading papers in the teachers' lounge, y/n came in and asked if they could borrow a pen. It was awkward as y/n had no clue what to say besides stand their weirdly fidgeting with their hands “Um.. Melissa sorry to bother you. One of the kids took the last of my pens and i need one to grade papers. Can i borrow one?”they leaned over the table with a hopeful smile, Melissa's heart skipped a beat hearing the familiar voice she’d grown to spot in a crowd. She looked up at you, and your eyes met for a moment.

Suddenly, Melissa knew that she couldn't ignore her feelings any longer.. she pushed a seat out and nodded for you to sit beside her. “Come on take a seat hun” sliding a pen and a container of branzino over to you she smiled slightly. She had to tell you how she felt but she never knew if you’d feel the same. She took a deep breath and said, "You free tonight? Come over i’ll cook we can uh- grade papers. Do a whole proper new kid welcoming thing?” she had every intention of doing things other then grading papers. She also was sure you’d decline the offer but yo Melissa's surprise you smiled and said, "I thought you’d never ask schemmenti, i’ll bring wine"

#melissa schemmenti #melissa schemmenti x reader #abbott elementary

[mikeysbabygirl]

I got an idea for a fic, no pressure babe, everything you write is amazing anyway 😩💕. Ok so i was thinking about depressed! reader and sanzu or baji (whoever fits the concept better) . So the idea is: you can't break what's already broken. So basically the reader is totally unimpressed and disgusted with their advances because she lost color in her life and hates herself. You can make it a happy ending or angst ( please make the boys suffer if you pick this one 👀) .

That's it, thank you ILYSM 💕

To fan his flame

Warning : 18+ Minors DNI. Mention of depression, angst, violence, explicit smut, bike race ( DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME ) ,slight mention of self harm, please stay safe, ask for help if you need it.

Hello baby ! Thanks for all your feedbacks you're so sweet ILY 🖤 so that's my first time writing for Baji, I hope I didn't screwed his character...

Through a piercing glare, his brown eyes scanned both of you, sitting on the chairs in front of him. You gulped down discreetly, eyeing the man next to you who wore a careless expression.

-" What do you have to say for yourself ?"

-" It's Baji's fault. "

-" Funny, I already heard that one " that one scoffed as you showered him in your darkest glare. " I was only tryna get you to talk to me" .

-" And you thought the best option was to set her neighbor's yard on fire ?"

-" Well now she talks to me " Baji retorted in his usual cocky tone, the man in the uniform shot him an exasperated glance before turning toward you.

-" And you're gonna tell me racing at 130 was his fault too ?"

-" Yes !" You exclaimed, the policeman crossed his arms and leaned against his chair, an exhausted look on his face. " Look, officer, it's a long story-".

-" we have plenty of time, I'm sure no one's gonna bail you out at 2 a.m. Go 'head. "

The first step deciphering that pandemonium would be traveling some months ago. Baji's dream has always been to open his own petshop, and he succeeded. What first started as a small business with his two best friends turned into the most famous pet shop in Tokyo.

If you ask people what you may find in a petshop, they would say pets, buddies, love. As for you, life has never been kind to you. Therefore even in such a haven, it brought you trouble, wrapped in two sharp canines and wavy jet-black hair.

One less minute in that petshop, and all the next month's rollercoaster could have been avoided. If only you had vaccinated those cats faster, but no, with that pretty gratuitous karma you have been carrying since forever, you had to meet him right before his blond friend could pay you.

-" Go 'head, Chifuyu, 'm gonna take care of it".

You remembered you were already tense, something about his smirk, his damn sharp teeth didn't put you at ease. As he walked around the counter to take the money out of the till, you took off your vet white coat and shoved that one carefully in your bag, yet he took a wide-eyed glance out of you when you felt his fingertips grazing against the straps of your top.

-" The actual fuck ?"

There, eyeing your top you figured out he slipped the bills between your straps and your skin, as if one would do with a stripper, on his face there was a cocky smirk. Taking those ones from where he placed them, you noticed along with the bills was a small paper with a phone number on it.

-" Seriously ? " You deadpanned, Baji leaned against the counter on his elbows, flashing his teeth. His eyelashes fluttering slightly when his gaze drifted toward your chest before quickly going back to your face.

-" Just my way to say you're cute enough to fuck with me someday" along with a playful wink, he dragged you out of your numb state.

-" Fine. "

You wore an impassive expression as you took out your lighter from your jean pocket, and that might be where it all started.

It could have been the way you set those bills and paper on fire, or how the flames shone through your ice-cold gaze, one glimpse was enough to get his thrill-seeking soul warming like water, mesmerized by the dancing flames in your eyes.

-" This is my way to tell you I'm not interested. "

And you walked away, unimpressed, after dropping the burning bills on the counter in front of him. All it took was a wildflower through a blaze to get him thinking about you that night.

Cold as you were, water would be to extinguish fire, but you were only there to fan his flame. Throughout all your visits at the petshop, you somehow got along with two of them, namely Chifuyu and Kazutora. They were nice, gentle, let you do your job with the pets and didn't pushed you to talk when you didn't felt like it, which was kind of an all the time thing. It was not like you meant to be aloof or anything, people often don't understand how hard it is to let people in again after seeing how a single one could shatter you like a house of cards.

However, for an oddball as Baji Keisuke, it goes in one ear and out the other. At first it wore the disguise of a challenge, his friends would not stop laughing everytime you pushed him away or just deadpanned at one of his advances, needless to say it was refreshing for them. Women would always fall under the spell of the wildness emanating from him, Chifuyu and Kazutora even came to wonder whether you were into men or not, as cliché as it seemed no one ever refused Baji Keisuke, and something happened.

For the raw man, primal, the race was always about winning. An adrenalin-addict, he has been since forever, fights, races, and you had seemed beyond his reaches which resulted in him thinking mord often about you, then having frantic heartbeats whenever you would visit to do your job, and God did he liked the rush.

-"Ew, did you just... Touched my hand ?"

-" it's a hand, not an ass, chill. "

He would say smirking, after accidentally brushing his hand against yours as you would be examining one of the cats.

-" Ya know, I heard having sex can improve the mood, 'cause of all the hormones and shit."

-" Hm, so you're telling me you can actually read, like something which's not pictures ? Of naked women on red shiny bikes ?"

-" Wait what the hell do you mean I can't read ?"

Throughout the time, you had learned he was none but a dynamite stick. Again, your cold demeanor, against all odds only fueled his flame.

Those few seconds where your disinterest would take the best of him were a sort of consolation for all the times he did bothered you, it was particularly funny to watch him lose it.

-" Take it as you want" You had shrugged, in no time a wave of manly cologne crashed on you, clenched jaw, white knuckles around your collar that he held, in a bloodcurdling indifference you had watched the flames dancing in his eyes.

-" You think you can just run that pretty mouth of yours whenever you want? "

He dived deep in your Arctic-like cold ocean as you leaned closer, only inches away from his face. He could feel your breathe hitting his lips, see no end for the gaping hole in your eyes, hear it echoing.

-" As long as it would take you to understand, you do not phase me, Baji Keisuke. "

A tune up would be in order, this was not about the challenge, not anymore. Rather for the mix of ire and thrill pumping through his blood everytime you were around, about seconds, those of expectation where he would hope to get something out of you, other than an empty glance.

Something about the sunshine must have been different that day, the one where you saw him in a whole new light. Talking about the rays, those ones seeped through the room's window straight to kiss his silk-like hair, one or two seconds where you'd allowed yourself to watch him better as he approached you and the cat you struggled to keep from moving.

-" You look pathetic, lemme help ya ". His fingertips brushed against yours as he took the cat in his hands, keeping him still as you took off the syringe.

-" I could've just done it myself " you avoided his gaze, getting closer to the both, hearing a " tch " falling from his mouth. You ran a hand through your hair before starting, Keisuke watched your hair locks falling around your focused face, kissed by the sun, your light-bathed eye color glancing at him from time to time to ensure his grip around the pet, at one point he could have sworn that he had seen them soften as the cat winced in pain.

-" there you go, buddy ".

He put the pet back, and couldn't help a scoff eyeing the bleeding scratch the cat left previously on your hand before he came to help you.

-" It doesn't always has to be just you and yourself, ya know. "

He saw you stopping in your track, your eyes trailing down with a certain urgence in them, your heart beat faster screaming to pull your sleeve down, not fast enough for his sharp glance to catch the horizontal lines scars on the inner skin of your wrist.

Definitely not a cat one, he had deduced with a certain sorrow taste in his mouth. Damn the adrenalin, damn your push and pull game, what his body ached to do at the realization was to hold you close enough to put all of your pieces back together.

Regretfully, those hands have been sculpted to harm, not to hold. Those eyes to scare not to comfort. He knew he could've crashed you down, too rough, too loud, he was not the best for that.

On another hand, all your anxiety got removed as a burden from your shoulders when he started walking out of the room, you were glad he spared you the usual " do you wanna talk about it?" Along with the pity laced in the voice tone.

However...

-" I'm not saying this shit 'cause I wanna get inside your pants" your eyes drifted toward him, he had his back to you, hair slightly flying to the light wind, peering at you from the corner of a bronze eye.

-" But you're a damn badass. "

His words seemed to fly around, until wrapping around your tight throat. A stabbing pain in the heart and a warmth spreading in your chest, he wrapped you in a closed-eyes smile for the few seconds where he turned his head toward you.

- " And if you tell anyone I said this I'll snap your neck, but fuck I'm proud of ya".

A game changer, it was all that it took, for a night under the covers, staring at the ceiling where you would be questioning everything your mind had been whispering about him the last months. Through the darkest corners of your head it shone for days, you loathed yourself for not being able to take it out of your head, yet...

He didn't said he was sorry for you, didn't took pity on you, and whatever was it that he thought about you, he didn't let you perceive a single glance of it, thankfully. All along, Baji Keisuke wore the label of an empty hunk, a rowdy insufferable one, and suddenly two words were hurricane-strong to blow that coat in the air, and there he was, soul-naked for your eyes only willingly revealing his clumsy yet somehow, kind of, maybe soft spot.

To tell whether you'd have preferred him to keep the act or not was a harder fight, you were not even able to figure out which part of him was the act, the one you despised, or the one... The other, in short.

Often there is times where life, fate would throw you somewhere, or stir a knife in an old wound. You'd call it cruel, and curse whoever wrote the plan because you'd have your eyes so glued on the pain of the knife that you wouldn't even notice it was only a way of removing it, start the healing process.

The butterfly effect, small things building up to greater ones, it could have been a shape of fate, for that night at least.

The first time you met her, was at the emotions anonymous,a sort of support group providing locals and help to improve individual's mental health. It started with sharing some cigarettes, a word or two after the session since she was just as you, not very talkative. Then it built up to having a drink at the coffee next to the local, both of you ended up revealing your names and exchanging your numbers, though she was way older than you . Often as it gets in such situations, one thing led to another, and there you were today at Ryoko's birthday party.

For once in twenty lifetimes, you had agreed to come into an event full of unknown people dressed in chic dresses and suits holding champagne glasses and talking about adulthood stressing stuffs. You did not actually interacted with anyone besides Ryoko, and decided to leave the party earlier than expected, it was getting boring to lean against the wall. You just needed to quickly powder your nose, freshen in the bathroom before leaving.

And there you were in Ryoko's bathroom, wrapped in a pretty sundress, standing mouth agape in front of no other than Baji Keisuke who as reckless as he was spilled his beer on you.

And he had the nerves to laugh.

-" Dude s-sorry... " He uttered between two uncontrolled laughters, your temporal vein almost popping up seemed to be the funniest thing he had seen in decades. " I didn't saw you but damn, you're wearing a dress, like an actual one ".

And he went into another laughter, you could have sworn that what had run through your veins was nothing but a thunderbolt, all your anti-violence resolutions were only trails left behind your fist that flew to his jaw.

The only thing you knew the next seconds you were thinking : damn if these walls could talk...

Mayhem, a new gate to hell have been opened that day. One floor higher than the soft music downstairs and the mundane conversations, a gateway to the netherworld. When in that parallel universe women and men were slow dancing, a hand that should be around your waist have been replaced by his grabbing your dress neckline, and yours was holding his collar instead of resting at the back of his neck.

His mother raised him better than to hit a woman, he would never. Yet his sharp glare on yours spoke of a thousand ways to tame you, while yours coldly kept the eye contact. God did the punch against his sharp jaw ached through your fist, but the small bleeding split on his lip was the most effective analgesic.

-" swear to fucking God, the things I'm holding back right now... "

Where he usually was loud, his newly low tone was danger dripping. Never ever had a gaze creeped inside every cell of you the way his did, faces ridiculously close, his fingertips unnecessarily brushing against your skin as he held your neckline.

-" Why ? 'cause I'm a woman and can't deal with a blow ?"

Your heart skipped a beat, he shifted his eyes away from you, flashed a toothy grin and echoed a low chuckle, only to come back even closer to your face.

-" The least of your worries would be a punch right now. "

Seeing his sly smile, you couldn't help but shake your head and curl a tiny one, which he hadn't missed and gulped down discreetly as for the first time your eyes shone with something else than anger. Some missed heartbeats later and his gaze drifted toward the small hollow between your parted lips, you did the same, and although every braincell of yours screamed how wrong it was, damn it his blood still was staining your knuckles, calloused fingers of his wrinkling your neckline pinning you to the wall, yet your heard ached for succumbing to that pull.

-" it's the chase, hm ?"

Still knee deep in that sort of trance-like state your smile and the quick flicker in your eyes had put him in, he hummed silently.

-" The thrill of the chase. " You repeated, this time his full attention on your words. " I've been wondering why were you so hell bent on having me, you're in constant need for a challenge and I'm constantly saying no."

-" Wow-wait " tension began climbing in the air, you pushed him away from you making him frown.

-" Whether it's a bet you lost or about your male pride, the thrill won't last long after I give in. Spare yourself the extra effort. "

-" So you're giving in ?"

At one point you could've sworn you felt a tingling sensation inside that you ignored, and gasped through a breathed outraged laugh.

-" So it was a bet ?"

-" Hell no !" He tried getting closer to you, however was stopped by a glare and a raised hand between you two.

-" Then it's the thrill of the chase ?"

Keisuke's frustration appeared as a hand he ran through his hair, pulling at the roots. Last time he had been at a loss of words was a question mark honestly, yet there he was weighing the pros and cons of each sentence. What could he possibly say? When there has been a broken record in his head for days singing that sex was no more his top one intention ?

With each second passing by he saw you building back those impenetrable walls around you, slipping between his fingers again and cursed mentally because of the knot tightening in his chest. Needless to say never had his body experienced such a rollercoaster, impressive that is.

Alarm bells rang inside his mess of a head when you started walking out of the bathroom, that same voice asking him to not let you go, but again, why would he do that ? He'd never follow anyone, he was a free spirit and depended of nobody.

A free spirit, Baji Keisuke was, and it has obviously nothing to do with him chasing you through his mother's neighborhood as you walked toward your car, a minute later.

-" would you seriously cut that shit out ?"

You could easily hear his steps behind you getting closer, never turned to face him.

-" you didn't even told me how you know my moth-"

-" Mind you own damn business " one of the first time he had witnessed your tone raising slightly which took him aback, gave you enough time to climb in the car and close the door as soon as he got closer.

-" You don't get to close the fucking door on me, open. Now. " Through gritted teeth, he had demanded, placing himself in front of your car hood. You scoffed, eyeing the bulging vein in his front.

-" Get out of the way, you'll only get one warning. "

You cursed as his hand came down flat on the hood, oh that if he damaged your car in any way...

-" I'm not repeating. Get your fucking ass out-"

Good thing he had such good reflexes, otherwise he probably would be lying down half dead in the middle of the night. It came like a thunderclap, the engine roaring your rage, the few inches between his body and the hood, him jumping to the side, and you going down that road.

-" Don't say I didn't warn you. "

Driving home with the indignation heavy on your chest, you didn't even had time to figure out why in hell were you feeling so disappointed before an engine started roaring behind you.

-" Shit, what the hell ?"

Through the rear mirror, the only thing you could distinguish through the dark night was smooth hair flying to the demon's rhythm.

-" wear a helmet damn it " you cursed, his bike being a lighter weight than your car, he started chasing you closer. The pounding sensation in your heart was something you hadn't felt in years, which had you unconsciously stepping on the gas, enjoying to see his bike getting left behind.

Then it hit him hard, harder than every blow he had ever taken from Mikey, the shallow breathing and the shaking hands around his bike. How funny was it, in that moment of pure bliss where the Adrenaline should have him feeling like a God was he thinking about you ? Tasting yet the blood you drew out of his lips, running that race you initiated, you, you, you.

Keisuke rolled the throttle toward him, the number on the dash growing faster, allowing him currently to get a better look at your face, and blessed has he been to get a glimpse of that wide smile of yours, probably meant to tease him through the window yet it only set him on fire.

You both had a need, a need for speed. Smoke followed behind your two vehicles, as if tracing a way to hell.

Driving not a road but an edge of a knife, high on adrenaline and your smiling face, Baji rolled the throttle until he passed you by, and in an impulse of a crazy rush flipped his motorcycle in a way to block your way.

Your hands suddenly tightened around the steering wheel, slamming on the brake at breakneck speed and closing your eyes, waiting for an impact that never came. Which could have came at a second's notice.

-" It's been a hell of a ride !"

At the sound of his voice, your eyes opened wide. It was really only a second away, your car was so close to his bike that you were only inches away from colliding. Your blood boiling in your veins, you got out of the car and slammed the door, heading towards him.

Blame the Adrenaline rush, or his bike's light on your eyes, the night's wind on your hair, or your dress swaying at every step of yours, the truth was you had his heart beating even more than the race.

Halfway, you met, in front of your car's hood, eyes boring into each other's with the only thing between your two bodies, inches and palpable tension.

One that along with the high of the ride got you flying, too addict on that sensation to think about letting go any sooner.

-" let's get something straight. " You had snapped him out of his thoughts, only to crash him with your next words. " One night, all you gonna have with me is one night. "

One for hearing.

Two for realizing.

Three for his eyes widening.

Four for your lips meeting.

Needless to say, Baji Keisuke had that trouble taste, blood, cigarette and mint, he had that cold night ride's feel with wind in your hair when you know you shouldn't be out. His lips moved against yours, while his hands circled your waist and brought you closer. It all began the second he bit your lower lip, so your tongues could brush against each other, the next thing you knew your back was pressed against the car hood, your neck getting painted by red and purple marks.

-" Don't mark m-"

-" Focus on the feeling f'me, yeah? Good girl"

And for a second, everything stopped.

-" Wait ! " Leaning on your elbows, you had stopped him. " Did you just shushed me with a good girl ?"

-" I guess... ?" It was about gasoline and fire the minute he stretched that playful smile, about an explosion when his back suddenly hit the hood as you switched the positions in a minute of inattention, and about the heat of a thousand fires when you crashed your lips now leading the dance.

At some point, minutes and heated kisses later, grateful for the mist on the windows car for it was the only thing preventing any passerby to see your naked body, as he stripped you on the driver's seat. The desire flooding his body at the sight of your most secret parts competed with every one he has ever felt, for when his face buried in the crook of your neck and his hands reached to palm your breasts, he let go of all wheels, switching to the carnal rough instinct.

-" knew you were hot but this, Goddamn babe".

A breathed chuckle passed your lips and echoed in the car, along with a grunt of him as you rubbed your now bare crotch against his pants.

-" Say this once again and I'mma throw up on you ".

Ignoring you, Keisuke crashed you against his chest and took your lips in his. Flouting all the principles, teeth biting way too hard on your lips, hands lifting your hips to meet his bulge at a frenetic pace, because he knew no other than you could take him.

Who other than you could take him raw, untamed and uncaged? The one fist-fighting him behind closed doors, racing faster than his bike in the middle of the night, the one crying his name and coming all over his pants currently at a particular hard thrust of his bulge against her clit.

-" Fuck, that's it. Keep staining my pants, princess, keep cumming for me."

His praises helped you through your high, all along while he kept squeezing your breasts in a strength that would have anyone crying when you were only moaning his name in pure bliss.

Then it came, and it hit even harder than the first time. The minute he slipped inside you, the way your walls hugged him in, and-

-" Shit Kei... Deeper, I know you can go deeper !"

If he was in a movie then that is definitely where the fireworks would have exploded, hitting that damn spot inside you and having you biting his shoulder, you took him raw, took him as he came unwrapped and unleashed, the fingerprints on your hips, the biting marks on your neck, his wet and messy kisses on your lips, and even asked- no, demanded more. It hit hard because for once in a lifetime he had felt not only wanted but truly accepted.

-" look at you... Takin' my cock so fucking good- damn, love. You're gonna be the end o'mme !"

-" F-faster... Kei, feels so fucking good... 'm close !"

Pleas were swallowed in yet another mind-blowing kiss, chaos and bliss made one that night, in a hazy heated car, late night in the middle of a highway. Two bodies made one, then embodied mayhem and hell.

Through your hit and run to cloud nine, you exquisitely clenched around him while coming undone on him for the second time, arching your back and throwing your head, only for heaven to open its doors for him the next second.

With a gorgeous woman's naked body in front of him, what he couldn't take his eyes off was your face. How it contorted from pleasure, how your eyes shone bright even in the darkness of the night, the moan passed the swollen red lips were all he needed to fly.

Too deep engulfed in your tightening walls, he had groaned your name in loud moan before letting his head fall on the crook of your neck, high-riding like he had never done before.

-" Drain me, pretty girl. That's it, don't waste a single drop. "

He had panted against your skin, you laughed through your orgasm, collapsing against his chest, hearing how fast his heart was beating.

This is where the story ends, no happy ever after a single night, no second chances for the lost souls.

Or maybe...

-" I don't wanna hear about it. And you better find yourself a new vet, I'm not stepping inside that shop again. " Making your way out of the police station, when birds just started singing for the first sun rays, you had shouted without turning to peer at him.

He followed you on your way back to the main road since your car was home, hands shoved in his pockets totally ignoring Chifuyu behind both of you, standing still next to the police station's door.

-" That's what I get for bailing them out... "

Yet none of you actually paid attention to him, for when you reached a particular point, your back has been pressed against a tree.

-" what the fuck do you want again ?"

Only then have you noticed the change in his expression, the usual cocky spark in those bronze eyes was swallowed by a lost one, as if the man who spoke, openly, about your lovemaking on a highway to a policeman was light-years away now.

Those words he has been thinking about all the night in his cell danced across his clavicle, wrapped around his throat, that was the type of Adrenaline he wasn't a junkie of, the type of heartbeat he didn't liked, yet the one he knew he would get through, only for you.

-" That's not about the chase. "

His eyes watched you frown, tilting your head to the side, and God did he felt things when in so long he hadn't seen some interest in your eyes.

-" I might... You, might have been a challenge first. "

A scoff passed the barrier of your lips, disappointment stirring your guts to look away, but a rough hand grabbed your jaw and pulled your gaze back into his frowning one.

-" At first. But then, you... Shit" he ran a hand through his hair, frustrated, then took a step back thus releasing your face. You could see straight through the struggle he was facing and for a second thought he would give up, until he started talking again.

-" But you were just, there, everytime even when you weren't. No bitch ever had my heart beating this way, no bitch ever was worth risking to crash my bike, and you punched me-"

-" I don't see where you're tryna get at " you inquired, though wishful thinking was whispering dangerous somethings in your mind, life has slapped you way too much to got you hoping for anything.

Then something happened in the darkest corners of your fucked up mind, something about how the sun rays suddenly lightened him in the middle of nowhere, and how for the first time you'd faced a child and not a man, a sight way too holy and innocent for Baji Keisuke.

-" Look, it's probably gonna sound wrong, and I know you said I can only have one night with ya. "

A step closer, walls collapsing, hearts beating.

-" But I'm not as blind as to miss the best thing I could've had, when it's staring right back at me. And those fucking three words-"

-" Kei-"

-" Shut the fuck up".

Another step, his hand cupping your face.

Eyes on eyes, fire on ice, and his chest squeezing too much.

-" I'm not one to say those three fucking words, and neither are you. " Only a second where he took in the small smile tugging at the corner of your lips, before he resumed.

-" But I swear on my fucking life I'll make the pain better".

Guts stirring, hearts beating, hearts breaking.

-" And I'm not one to fear a storm, you'll have me on your back every time life's ready to pull another shit on you, 'cause we're like, ya know, crime partners. "

- " that sounds awful " you chuckled, a " tch" left his mouth as an answer, smiling, however.

-" I talked a lot, whatcha thinking ?"

To take the chance or not? To hop in a hell of a drive or not ?

And the last guards, remnants of a wall stumbled down, sunshine shining behind the clouds, like his teeth poking out of his toothy grin.

Out of his pocket, his hand took out-

-" Handcuffs?"

His smile grew wider, showing the handcuffs better between your two faces.

-" I'm not gonna ask how you met my mother, and you're not gonna ask how I managed to steel these handcuffs. "

Rare was the sight and the sound of a true laughter from you, one he knew he would like hearing more often despite how overwhelmed it got him feeling.

-" So whatcha say ? Me, this handcuffs, and your pretty pussy on my bed ?"

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So ! Writing this was kinda hard, like I said this the first time I wrote for Baji, and I hope I didn't kinda screwed him nor the depressed! Reader

Tell me what you think 'bout it honestly hon', and if you don't like it I'll try again, anything for you 😩

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Prominence [WCh. 2.70]

Social Media AU ; Idol AU ; Added Unit AU CW/TW: Language Genre: Comedy, Romance Pairing: NCT x Idol!Reader, Seonghwa x Reader Y/N Pronouns: Female (She/Her) Word Count: 3.2K

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Notes: Hehe…. more angst Disclaimer: Please remember that this is an AU and a work of fiction, obviously the idols mentioned/written about in this story would never partake in these actions. The idols mentioned in this work are meant to be seen more as face claims rather than the actual idols themselves.

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26 February 2022

Yangyang woke up slowly, his eyes still heavy from staying up so late the night before and every limb aching from sleeping on the floor. He tugged at his pillow to turn over, but when instead he heard a groan, he backed off immediately.

"Dude, get off of me!" Yangyang pries Mark off of him.

"I should be saying that to you!" Mark groans. "Ugh... I can't feel my arms," Mark pushes up on the bed to stand. "(Y/N), are you-" He stops.

"What's wrong?" Yangyang sits up.

"Where... where did she go?" Mark's face drops into a frown. Yangyang shakes the grogginess out of his face.

"Oh no," Yangyang stumbles when he stands up. Grabbing one of the stuffed animals that had mascara wiped all over it. "Aww... poor Yuumi," Yangyang frowns.

"You're worried about the cat plush? We have to find (Y/N)!" Mark freaks out. The door opens next to him, Xiaojun standing there with his arms crossed and face mask freshly applied.

"She went with Kun for a walk," he says.

"Oh, thank god, I was so worried," Mark's shoulder slouched.

"I know. The walls are thin," he says. "Oh, and by the way, 'You're hot, why wouldn't Seonghwa want to date you again?' is not the right way to console a woman, Yangyang," Xiaojun shakes his head and Yangyang face heats up and Xiaojun closes the door.

"Do you think... do you think I was too harsh last night?" Yangyang asks. Mark shakes his head.

"I'm going to be honest, Yang, I don't think (Y/N) even remembers a lot of what you said. And even when she does, I think she kind of needed that. You know (Y/N), she's too stubborn, you really have to sit her down and give it to her cold for her to finally acknowledge things," Mark says.

"I mean... but still," Yangyang says. "I made her cry."

"She was already crying!"

"But still! I feel like a shitty friend!"

"You'd be an even shittier one if you didn't say anything, though. Just think of it like an intervention," Mark says. "Plus, she was sobering up around that time too, so she'll probably remember soon. If it wasn't us who told her that, it probably would've been someone else. I'd rather her hear that from us than from, god forbid, a police officer or anyone else," he says. Yangyang sits down on his bed, thinking back to last night.

"Yeah, you're right about that," Yangyang falls back, allowing himself to bounce on the mattress. He grabs onto the pillow and screams. "She hates me!"

"She doesn't hate you!"

"Oh my god, our friendship is ruined!"

"She probably doesn't even remember any of it!" Mark tries to console him.

"What about our blood pact, Mark?!"

"Our what now?!" Mark's jaw dropped and Yangyang reaches under his bed, pulling out a piece of paper with hastily drawn scribbles all over it with three fingerprints stamped onto it that were very obviously blood. "When the hell did we do that?!" Mark gasps. Yangyang holds it up to his face and squints, trying to make out the illegible writing.

"You know what? I have no idea," he frowns.

"What does it even say?"

"I can't really read it, but I think we're entitled to each other's first borns," Yangyang says with uncertainty. Mark's face remained in a state of shock.

"Man, if that's the worst that our drunk charades have gotten, then you have nothing to worry about last night," Mark says. Yangyang shoves the contract back under his bed.

"Yeah... you're right," Yangyang yawns. "I can't believe I let her take the bed, I should've made her walk back to her room, now my back's all jacked up," Yangyang twists uncomfortably and Mark chuckles.

"She needed it more than we did," Mark sighs. Yangyang could only nod, trying to salvage his messy bed.

Mark was right, he just said what you needed to hear, and if he was lucky, you'd remember it subconsciously at least.

~

Four hours earlier.

"Yeah, I knew she wasn't going to sleep," Yangyang watched you pace around his room, hands squeezing each other while you muttered incoherent things to yourself. Yangyang's hand flew up instinctively to catch whatever you threw at him.

"Get out of my room!" You shout.

"This is my room!" Yangyang gasps. "Why would you have a roll of toilet paper in your room?!" He argues. Mark shakes his head.

"Not the best argument, Yang," Mark grimaces.

"Seriously? I'm a guy!"

"You're disgusting," you flung a bottle of lotion at him next, something Yangyang quickly dodged.

"Okay, well, if I'm going to get lectured, I at least want you to be sober when you do it," Yangyang walks passed you and lightly pushes you on the bed. You dramatically sprawled over it and turned to Mark.

"Mark, did you see that? He hates me."

"He doesn't hate you, (Y/N)," Mark handed you a water bottle and you sat up.

"Why can't drunk you mistake Mark's room for your room for once? Why's it always mine?" Yangyang whines.

"Because I hate the 127 dorms!" You shout.

"Hey! What's wrong with my side of the dorms?" Mark asks.

"Doyoung is there!" You screamed into a pillow and, once it falls onto your lap, you stared at mark with the utmost seriousness. "He scares me."

"So you're not afraid of a literal stalker but you're afraid of Doyoung?!" Yangyang's jaw drops.

"That's different! I can't call the cops on Doyoung!"

"Why are we calling the cops on Doyoung?" Mark interjects.

"We're not! He just doesn't like me and I don't want to deal with that because it's not my problem!" You explained. The two boys stared at you and you scoffed. "Go away, I'm tired," you muttered, pulling the comforter over your lap.

"You're in my room! Go to yours!" Yangyang throws a pillow at you, but you quickly swat it away, its trajectory instead landing on Mark. "Mark! No! Baby, what happened?!" You cried. Mark only sighs.

"(Y/N), you're drunk, go to bed," he pushes you down gently, but his hand quickly retracts when tears well up in your eyes. Before he could move away, you latched yourself to his waist and Mark instinctively hugged back. "Is everything okay, (Y/N)? What happened out there?" He asks. Yangyang rolls his chair closer to the two of you, a comforting hand on your back now.

"I'm sick of everything right now," you blabbered. "I'm so sick of it. No one used to like me, everyone used to hate me, the hashtag '(Y/N)Out' trended weekly on Twitter then all of a sudden I have a stalker?" Your words were almost entirely slurred. "It's just not fair, Mark, what did I do? What the hell is this timing? Why is everyone blaming me for it?" You frowned. Mark just pat your head.

"Hey, come on, it's not your fault, (Y/N), none of us are upset over something you can't control," he says. "(Y/N), this is on the company to handle, they're the ones managing you."

"It's not that simple! This has been going on since I debuted! You may not be upset about it, but everyone else is, Mark! The company keeps saying that they'll handle it but then it just gets worse! I'm so sick of it! I breathe and people get pissed! It's just so horrible! There are so many horrible things about me that everyone's saying, but none of them are true! Jeno's like a brother to me, I can never see him romantically! I don't even have the skills to seduce anyone, alright? Seonghwa asked me out first, not the other way around! Hell, I wasn't even friends with him first, that was all Wooyoung! Keeho and I have known each other for years, Yeonjun and I just met, and I only happened to be in the same room with other guys! I've never bullied anyone in my life! I'm not lazy, I just can't dance in skirts as short as the ones they give me, alright? And I'm not a clutz either! I genuinely don't know where any of those stockings I used went, or any of the makeup brushes, or ribbons they put in my hair, I even use my own paycheck to get new ones! And I most certainly do not kill kittens!" You rambled. "Imagine, imagine, if I involved anyone else, it would just get worse for everyone's reputation, so it's better if everyone would just let me handle it," you insisted.

"(Y/N), did you not hear a single thing I said earlier?" Yangyang asks.

"Oh, you're the one to talk! I went out for dinner with you and Mark once before Photograph was even announced and people were calling me a prowling harlot while they were babying you both on Twitter," you argued. "Seriously! It was even your idea!"

"Geez, (Y/N), this is why we keep telling you to stay off of Twitter!" Mark steps in.

"Even if I salvaged my relationship, what if Seonghwa just hates me more now? I overreacted so much for no reason and I hate thinking about it because it's embarrassing!"

"Oh my god, (Y/N), you're hot, why wouldn't Seonghwa want to date you again?!" Yangyang insists.

"You think I'm hot?" You ask.

"That's not the point right now!"

"And, besides, what does the opinion of strangers on the internet mean in comparison to ours, (Y/N)? Your actual friends," Mark's voice, for the first time, had gotten louder than his usual comfort. Your lips sealed. Yangyang takes a deep breath.

"Look, (Y/N), I know it doesn't seem like it, but we get it, hell, we probably get it more than anyone else," Yangyang says. "What we don't get is why you're dealing with it on your own. You have Saeron and the others, you have Mark and I, and... I don't know what the hell is going on with you and Seonghwa but I'm pretty sure you have him too, there's no need to beat yourself up about any of those rumors. You know they're not true, we know they're not true, why does anyone else's opinion matter? It's just bad luck that it all happened after your breakup, but even then, you're both talking it out now, right? There's nothing to be worried about," he says. Mark hands you the discarded roll of toilet paper and you pushed it away.

"Don't touch that, Mark, who knows what Yangyang did to that," you mumbled.

"Oh thank god she's back," Mark buries his hands in his face. "Are you sobering up?"

"The world is blacking out around me."

"Oh my god, what did you drink?" Yangyang's shoulders slumped. You threw your arms open and beckoned both of them to come closer.

"Ah, what the hell," Mark hugs you first before dragging Yangyang to join.

"I love you two so much," you sniffled. "You're both like brothers to me," your voice wavered.

"Yangyang... what stage are we at?" Mark asks.

"The last one, she should be passing out soon," Yangyang whispers.

"I can't wait to take your first borns."

"What?" They both turned to you, but you had already fallen asleep, your head knocking against the wall behind you.

"Well, I'm sleeping on the floor tonight," Yangyang removes one of your limp arms from his shoulders.

"I'll stay here too just in case. She likes me more when she's drunk."

"I wonder if that's like a thing?" Yangyang pulls the comforter from under you and places it on the floor.

"I think it's more of a she hangs out with you more and me less thing," Mark shrugs.

"Sure, yeah, let's go with that," Yangyang stretches out over the floor. "Shit, the things I go through for this girl, (Y/N), you're lucky we're best friends."

"She's not going to remember any of this, is she?"

"Nope."

That should've been the end to that conversation, but, as Mark digested and went over everything that had been happening these past few days, and how could he not? It's been bothering his close friend for ages, how could he not worry? Two things suddenly stood out to him, and slowly everything started to fall into place.

"Hey, Yang?" Mark looks up at the ceiling. "You don't think..." Mark looks at his phone now, going through a specific set of messages with his stylist. "You don't think this and that are related, right?"

"Mark, a lot of shit happens, please be more specific."

"I'm talking about the missing items from the stylists and Kyungjae, dude."

"Oh, shit, dude," Yangyang props himself up on and elbow and he and Mark look at each other. "You don't think that Kyungjae's the one taking them, do you?"

"I do, I think it has something to do with those crazy messages (Y/N) has been getting too," then, as if the devil heard, your phone buzzed above them. It was only out of blatant curiosity that Yangyang grabbed it, the unknown number sending you multiple messages at once of the same topic.

'Just leave. The group's better off without you.'

"Geez, how many of these has she been getting?" Yangyang clears the message from your screen and places it back on the charger pad. Then, in that moment of silence, Yangyang gasps. "I've connected the dots."

"You didn't connect shit," Mark shakes his head. "I did."

"We've connected the dots!" Yangyang scrambles on top of his bed and shakes you. "(Y/N)! (Y/N), wake up we found out who's stealing your shit!" He shouts. You placed a hand on his face and shoved him away from you, Yangyang promptly landing on Mark.

"Don't piss off the sleeping beast," Mark groans.

"We'll tell her in the morning later."

~

Six hours later

Winwin listened with intensity, trying his best to picture everything in his head. His hand was pressing against his temple while the other one held his phone up.

"Well, any questions?" Xiaojun asks on the other side of the phone. Winwin hums.

"Uh... yeah... Who's Kyungjae?"

"Hyung, he is literally the antagonist of this whole story!" Ten sighs on the other screen.

"Just give me a second! It takes me a while, okay? And who's Wooyoung?!"

"Oh god," Xiaojun brushes his hair back with his hands. "Kun, you tell him the story." Kun looks away from his computer and to the screen.

"Hey, I'm just here to fact check, you're the story tellers."

"Okay, wait, wait, hyung, what do you think about (Y/N) and Seonghwa getting back together?" Xiaojun moved closer to his screen.

"Well, it's not much of my business, but if they're happy together then they're happy together? Sure, I think they should probably work some things out first, I think Seonghwa might be hiding something still, but that's a bridge they'll cross when they get to it," Winwin shrugs.

"So you're team YNSH," Ten says.

"Team... Team what?"

"We need better names for these," Ten rolls his eyes.

"Hyung! You need to be team YNYY!" Xiaojun shouts

"Team... YN... YY?" He asks. "(Y/N) and Yangyang?!"

"Yes!" Xiaojun throws his hands up. "He's our junior! We have to be on his side!"

"Oh my god, Dejun, YNYY is dead! That was so last season!" Ten scoffs.

"Let me dream, Chittaphon!"

"Okay, okay, break it up you two!" Kun says sternly. "Winwin still needs the finer details explained to him."

"Don't worry, I got this," Hendery grins. "So, basically, (Y/N) has a mech-"

"Shut up, Hendery!" Everyone cut him off.

"Where are you guys sourcing Seonghwa's side of this story anyway?" Winwin asks.

"Oh, I have my sources," Ten says. "Very reliable sources that don't want to be named."

"That's even more worrying," Kun shakes his head. "And... Ten have you been typing this whole time?" Ten freezes.

"No."

"Oh my god, you're taking notes!" Hendery gasps

"I have clients too!"

"(Y/N)'s private life is not meant to be sensationalized!" Kun scolds.

"Ugh, I'm changing their names anyway!" Ten sticks his tongue out.

"Good god," Kun shakes his head.

~

Elsewhere.

The sound of a keyboard clacking was the only thing that filled his ears. A cup of coffee steamed next to him while he looked between the two monitors as well as the files next to him. Pictures, text receipts, audio transcriptions, he had enough to build a case but at the same time not enough for a hefty conviction. Not to mention a motive, but is there ever a stronger motive in sasaeng cases?

Not to mention, the items stolen are essentially borrowed items, none of which actually belonged to you. Hard to build a case around that as much as he'd want to.

He answered his phone as soon as it rang.

"Is it enough?" The feminine voice asks.

"Not necessarily," Kanghoon sighs. "I'm sorry, I know you're paying a lot for this. Are you sure the company isn't doing anything, Saeron?" He asks.

"I keep asking, and the answer is always that they're working on it."

"I don't even want to know how you got most of these."

"Let's just call it undercover work."

"Infiltrating a sasaeng group chat is hardly undercover work," Kanghoon sighs. "I'm just surprised you found out my line of business so quickly."

"You're not very private for a private investigator," Saeron says. "Besides, you can't tell me that you weren't already looking into this." Kanghoon pauses. Sure, maybe he did look into a few things after your breakup scandal, but it was only to make sure you were alright. Naturally, any investigator would be concerned about malicious messages. "Is there anything I can do to help?" Kanghoon looks over at his third monitor.

"Sure, there's a Twitter account that's been standing out to me, maybe you could leak a thing or two about it on your 'private' account, looks like you've amassed quite the following."

"Which one?"

"Looks like you may have interacted with them before, the @ should be 'I know how this works' no capitals and no spaces."

"Alright, I'll see what I can do," Saeron sighs.

"Does (Y/N) know you're doing any of this?" He asks.

"No, this is all my own doing," Saeron answers. "You must think it's over the top, don't you?"

"No, not at all. You'll be surprised how often my agency gets requests like yours, we usually turn them down but... well, she is my sister."

"Right, thank you so much for your help, Kanghoon, I mean it, I owe you one," Saeron says.

"It's nothing... just make sure she's alright for me, yeah? She didn't look too hot when I ran into her."

"I can do that for you, thank you." With that, Saeron hung up. Kanghoon placed the cigarette between his lips, lighting it without another thought, and took a slow drag.

"All of this just to be an idol, what's even the point?" He wonders aloud. "Is it even worth it?" He continues. How could he forget how tired you looked earlier? It was heart wrenching. He opened your texts, finally clearing out the '100+' notification on that icon and did a brief skim through all of them. The light at the end of his cigarette burned brightly.

Maybe it was time he stepped in.

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[donda-strife]

Male reader and Luca the selkie part 3.

*Sorry for not posting this sooner, I’ve been having family issues and been struggling to find the right ending. I wanted it to go one way but it didn’t feel right so I had to rewrite it. Thank you for waiting, all feedback is welcome and without anymore waiting here’s part 3.*

warning, slight mention of blood.

(Y/n)'s pov:

Sitting in the front room, I glance at all the photos lining the walls and smile at the ones I recognise. Happy memories rush into my mind as I go from photo to photo. As I look away mum shambles into the room holding a tray of drinks with Jackson following behind trying to help. Setting the tray down, mum sits down as close to me as possible with the widest smile on her face. "I can't believe you're finally home." She whispers, tearing up again. Turning around to face her, i smile slightly "I know, this feels like a dream." Jackson sits on one of the chairs close by and nods his head in agreement.

We sit here for what feels like hours talking to each other and reminiscing about when I was younger. Not realising how late it is we jump as the clock on the wall chimes for 7pm. Mum gets up with a frown and puts the empty cups on the tray. "I'm going to get started on a special welcome back dinner. Jackson can you show (Y/n) to his room?" mum asks heading towards the kitchen. "Yes mum." Jackson answers grabbing one of my bags. "How have you been?" I ask Jackson as we head upstairs. Jackson shrugs and lifts the duffel bag higher up on his shoulder and says "I've been doing good."

"You're staying in your old room but I've added some new things to liven up the place." Jackson says as we reach the bedroom door. Opening the door I whistle in amazement at the furniture he made and the effort he put in. "You did all this?" I ask in shock looking at a handmade bed, desk and chair. Jackson smiles and sets the bag he was holding down "After you left I had to find a hobby and i got really into wood work.". Placing my second bag down I start to check out the rest of the room.

Jackson frowns in concern and crosses his arms "He's still here you know" He says. Freezing, I glance at him only to grab one of the bags to put away. "I guessed as much. Why is he finally letting me come back?" I ask while unpacking. Jackson sighs and slowly shakes his head. "I don't know but me and mum have been waiting for this day for years." I finish unpacking, push the bags under the bed and turn to face Jackson. "You do know I'm only here for two weeks right?" I comment causing Jackson face to crumple.

 "Don't remind me. It took mum over a week to get dad to let you stay for a day let alone two weeks." Jackson growls while looking at the floor. "You both could have visited me at anytime. Why didn't you?" I ask the question that's been on my mind since I arrived. Jackson quickly looked back at me and opened his mouth to say something only to close his mouth. Jackson quickly closes the bedroom door, moves towards the bed and sits next to me on the bed.

"I'm going to tell you the truth. For years I tried to visit you but as soon as dad hears your name he would get angry. As soon as I learnt how to drive I though about finding you but he wouldn't tell me where you live." Jackson whispered, shoulders slumping in defeat. Getting up, I move towards a small bookcase in the corner staying quiet. Scanning the shelves I find an old colouring book i grab it and tear out a page. Jackson stares on in confusion as I head to the desk and grab a pen. Wrighting down my address I hand the paper to him and say "It's my address, I don't get good signal at home so I prefer to communicate by letter. Keep it hidden and visit or write any time.". Jackson nods his head and quickly folds the paper up and shoves it in his pocket.

 3rd person pov:

 Ella called the boys down for dinner and starts to set the table with a smile on her face. Jackson was slightly pushing (Y/n) into the room laughing at how easy it was to move (Y/n) despite him digging in his heals. Ella beamed as the boys sat down next to each other and filled their glasses with water. There was a buzz in the air as Jackson and (Y/n) joked about and Ella happily dished out the specially made food. Suddenly, like a heavy downpour. Dread filled the room as the front door was opened and slammed shut.

All joy was stripped from the room as Malcolm entered the kitchen but staying in the doorway. Malcolm's eyes swept the room, slowly moving from person to person until he saw (Y/n). Almost glaring, Malcolm moved to the table and sat down making sure to keep his gaze focused on him. No one dared to move as he started to slowly eat. Ella jumps up and quickly opens the fridge to hand him a beer. Jackson looks down in disgust and clenches his fists around his cutlery while Ella gently placed the beer down.

 Staring at Malcolm, (Y/n) notices that he really hasn't aged well. Malcolm has lost nearly all his hair, gotten a beer belly and has big dark bags under his eyes. Suddenly, a loud bang rings through the are due to Malcolm slamming his cutlery down on the table. "You got something to say boy?" He asks with a glare. Frowning, (Y/n) shakes his head and slowly starts to eat while feeling Malcolm's glare burn into his flesh.

All through the meal Ella went to the fridge to get Malcolm beer and no one dared to speak a word. (Y/n) looked around the table finally realised that this house will never be what he remembered from his childhood. The first to leave the table was Jackson who ended up shovelling the food into his mouth to get away where as Ella stayed behind to make sure Malcolm had enough to drink. Both (Y/n) and Malcom finished their dinner at the same time but before anything could be said Ella pushes (y/n) out the room with the comment about how tired he must be.

 For the first week (Y/n) ended up helping Jackson around the farm as best as he could until Ella asked him for help with her tasks. Each meal started to get worse and worse. Ella ends up bearly gets a chance to eat until Malcolm asks for more beer while Jackson tried to help by swapping seats with (Y/n) to keep them apart. But no matter where (Y/n) moved Malcolm would keep his gaze locked squarely on him. At the end of the week everyone is on edge unsure when and if Malcom will get fed up and snap. On the first night of the second week (Y/n) wakes up with a start during the night.

 Nightmares have plagued (Y/n) for as long as he could remember but since he came back to the farm they happen nearly every night. Quietly, (Y/n) leaves his bed and exits the room to get himself a glass of water. Pausing at the living room door, (Y/n) peers in and notices Malcolm passed out on the sofa with the old TV still on. Continuing to the kitchen (Y/n) shuffles passed the basement door only to freeze in shock. The basement door was unlocked. For the first time in his visit the door was unlocked. Glancing around (Y/n) slowly opened the door and sneaked in making sure to close it behind him.

(Y/n)'s pov:

 Inching down the stairs I run my hand along the wall to try and find a light switch. As I reach the bottom I almost trip on something laying on the floor in the dark. Finally, I find a light switch and flick it only to flinch at how bright the light is. I look behind me and freeze in horror. There at the bottom of the stairs lays a bone. Slowly turning, I step back in fear. Dried blood stains paint the floor and walls, bones litter the place and a rust chain is stretched along the ground. At the end of the chain was a black coloured lump in the corner of the room.

 It feels like minutes pass as I Stare at the lump on the ground afraid to move. Taking a deep breath, I slowly make my way further into the room. Before I can make it even half way the lump starts to shudder and growl. I raise my hands and back away to give whatever it is some space only for the growling to grow louder. The lump lunges forwards, grabbing my legs and forcing me to the floor.

Gasping in horror, Black hair covers my eyes as the thing climbs on to of me and pins me to the ground. Carefully I move my hand towards the hair, stopping every time the thing growls and continue once it quiets down. Moving the hair aside I blink in shock. It wasn't a thing on me, It's a person. The reason I couldn't see them was because their hair was matted and long.

The person has long matted hair black as night, Dark brown eyes glaring at me with a snarl on their face showing off sharp looking teeth. I lower my gaze only to blush a dark shade of red and snap my head to the side. The person... He's naked. He jerked my head back to face him and his eyes soften slightly. Following his gaze I flinch and push him away. Running to and up the stairs I cover the part of my face with the scar deciding to forget the glass of water. I run back to my room and jump back into bed hoping it's just a dream.

The sun rises with the roasters caw and I stare at the ceiling remembering what happened only hours ago. There’s a knock at the door and Jackson peers in "You helping me with the cows today?" Jackson asks while I sit up. "Yeah, give me a minute." I  mumble and head towards the wardrobe after Jackson shuts the door. 'Should I tell him what happened?' I think while getting dressed. Before I leave the room I grab my hat and angle it to cover my scar. Grabbing an apple from the kitchen I head outside quickly trying not to look at the basement door.

 As I reach the barn Jackson picks up two pitch forks and hands me one with a grin on his face. ”Today we’re mucking out the cows area while their grazing” Jackson opens the door steps inside. Following him inside I frown at how it looks. Broken windows, holes in the roof and stall doors of their hinges. “Is it OK for the cows to be in here?” I ask watching Jackson let the cows outside. He frowns and starts getting to work. “I’ve talked to dad but there’s no chance of him doing anything. All he does is drink, sleep and whatever in the basement.”

3rd pov:

 (Y/N) and Jackson get to work occasional making jokes and getting the job finished faster then expected. The two men head back to the house only to stop seeing Ella sitting on the porch steps covering her ears. Jackson crouches down and startles her so much that she jumps. She looks at her boys, shakes her head and Jackson instantly gets the idea. He stands back up and directs (Y/N) away from the house. “I want to show you something.” Jackson pulls (Y/N) towards the back pasture. Frowning, (Y/N) looks back at the house as he’s lead away.

 They spent the day away from the house, Jackson showing (Y/N) his workshop and what he’s working on. Hours later Ella called the boys back to the house for dinner and the whole meal is eaten in silence, the only difference being Malcolm looking a bit calmer. Jackson again finishes fast and quickly leaves, Ella barely eats and Malcolm gets drunk. Later that night (Y/N) gets up determined to find out if the basement creature is real or if he was seeing things. Sneaking downstairs, (Y/N) finds Malcolm past out in the living room again and heads to the basement only to find the door locked. Walking back to the stairs (Y/N) stops seeing the keys on the living room table next to Malcolm's boot covered feet. Taking a deep breath in he moves into the room, stands next to the table and slowly leans down reaching for the keys.

 Suddenly, Malcolm makes a noise and shuffles in his sleep causing (Y/N) to flinch before snatching the keys up.  Standing still, he waits for Malcolm to wake up with baited breath only for him to settle in his sleep. (Y/N) heads to the basement door and unlocks the locks as quietly as possible. With that done, he sneaks down the stairs not seeing anything. At the bottom he spots the black lump in a corner taking slow laboured breaths. Moving quickly (Y/N) reaches the lump, bends down and moves some hair seeing a bruised figure glaring up at him.

Standing back up (Y/N) leaves the basement, goes to his truck and grabs his emergency first aid kit to bring back to the person. He goes back into the basement to find the person sitting up and snarling with teeth bared watching his every move. (Y/N) slowly approaches as not to startle him, stopping when the snarls get louder and continuing when it gets quieter.

(Y/N)’s pov:

 “What happened to him? Who did this? Surely not dad?” more and more questions keep coming into my mind seeing this man looking horrible. I croutch down, place the first aid kit and open it. Glancing towards the person my eyes jump from injury to injury grabbing everything I need and setting it aside. I grab a cloth and before I can get started the man lunges forward knocking me backwards. Looking up, he snarls louder getting closer to my face causing me to panic. “Run.” He rasps out in a horse voice. Moving backwards till he ends up back in the corner leaving me on the floor.

 Gulping for air, I slowly sit up to face the person and look back at the stairs. Instead of leaving I shuffle closer and grab the first aid equipment “No.” I say wetting the cloth with disinfectant. I gently grab an arm and wipe all the injuries in sight “Does it hurt anywhere else?” I ask turning to grab a bandage. He frowns looking down at me in confusion “what are you doing?” He asks as I wrap up his arm. “Trying to help.” I respond before starting on the other arm. He looks away, not flinching when I touch a horrible looking bruise.

 Finishing as best as possible “Can you stand?” I ask packing everything away. He looks confused and watches my every movement before responding “Why?”. I rise looking around for anything to break the chain with. “I’m getting you out of here, how can anyone do this?” not finding anything I follow the chain. He leans his head back and frowns “I can’t leave.” He mumbles. “of course you can.” I reply finding the end only for it to be impossible to move. “I can’t leave, not without my Skin.” He says louder causing me to freeze.

 “Skin?” I ask, turning around catching his gaze. He flashes his sharp teeth, and I notice he has sharp nails. Stepping back, all I can think of is the stories that grandfather told me and all I can whisper out is one word, “Selkie”. He nods slightly “Been a while since I heard that. All the man calls me is Monster but at least the lady calls me Grey.” What he says causes me to freeze as horror fills my body, dad I can picture but not her. “She didn’t hurt you did she?” I struggle to ask almost not wanting to hear the answer.

He shakes his head slowly “No, she’s nice. She gives me food and water.” At his response I slouch in relief with him giving me a curious look. “You know them?” It’s his turn to ask. I sit back down, look away and rub the back of my neck. “The lady is my mum and the man is… my father.” I flinch at the word father not wanting to think of him. He blinks slowly, eyes scrunching up to get a better look at my face. “Your father took my skin.” His gaze staying on my face as I turn to him, recognition flashes in his eyes as quickly as it left. “If I find your skin and give it to you can you leave?” I ask only for him to nod his head as a response. I stand up, grab the first aid and before I can reach the stairs he says one more thing before I leave, “My names Luca.” I glance back at him and in the angle causes my scar to be visible “I’m (Y/N).” I reply and finally leave.

3rd pov:

(Y/N) gets into bed and struggles to fall asleep making plans on how to free Luca.  He’s only going to be here for one more week and in that week he has to find the skin, undo the chain and sneak Luca away without Malcolm finding out. By the time the rooster crows (Y/N) Barely got an hours sleep, He stumbles down stairs and slumps into a kitchen chair. Ella and Jackson glance at him in concern but before Jackson can say anything Ella shoos him away. Ella sits next to (Y/N) and hands him a glass of water, “Is your head OK? Leg hurting?” She asked frowning. He turns to her and she can tell its about something serious. “Mum…  I know” (Y/N) mumbles causing Ella to freeze, speechless.

“I went into the basement…” Before (Y/N) could continue Ella jumped up and closed every open door and window. “Why?” (Y/N) Asked Ella, her slowly sitting down across from him. She opened and closed her mouth a couple of times before finally finding the right words. “I don’t know. I’ve tried to help but your father.. He...” Ella frowns hands shaking in fear. (Y/N) reached forward and gently cupped her hands trying to sooth her as best as possible. “Your father brought him here years ago, I begged him to let him go but he refused.” Ella sobbed as (Y/N) got up to give her a hug.

“Did he bring anything else with him?” (Y/N) asked leaning back to look at Ella. She sniffled and stared back in confusion. (Y/N) takes a deep breath and continues. “Did he bring any skin with him? I need it to help free Luca.” Ella jolts back in horror. “You can’t! Your father will go crazy!” She shouts and turns away. (Y/N) follows her trying to be calm. “He won’t find out until after I’m gone. He doesn’t know where I live any more any he won’t know you’re involved but I need that animal skin. Please.” He pleads to his mother’s back.

“I finally get to see you again. If we free him then you’ll never be able to come back without your father going ballistic.” Ella whispers gripping the kitchen counter. (Y/N) nods his head only to be shocked by the word “we”. “Jackson has my new address, you can send me letters and visit.” He responds only for her to shake her head knowing it’ll never happen. “We both know you’re father won’t let me leave the farm.” Ella turns around “I’m not sure about the skin, maybe Jackson might know.” She finishes. (Y/N) gives her a confident but shaky smile. “We’ll ask him. We’ve got just under a week to find it.” he hugs her as they set the plan in motion.

As Ella distracts their father (Y/N) talks to Jackson about everything going on and explains that he needs help. At first Jackson thinks (Y/N)’s old head injury is acting up, then thinks he’s crazy and finally with a lot of begging agrees to help search for the animal skin. Days go by with the three working together in looking for the skin while working on the farm and trying not to give anything away to Malcolm. Two days before (Y/N) has to leave Jackson bursts into his bedroom with a big grin on his face “I found It!” He exclaims in excitement.

 Together they head behind the house to the dog kennels with the dogs barking all around them. “I was checking on buttercup and found It lying there.” Jackson proudly states opening a kennel that housed an old Rough Collie. As Jackson started giving Buttercup pats (Y/N) looks in the dog house and there on the ground was a rough looking seal skin. Frowning he picks it up trying to shake off as much dirt as possible. Buttercup gives a sad whine and Jackson leads (Y/N) out the kennel. “I’ll get her something new to sleep on and a treat. Good luck hiding that.” Jackson shuts the gate and heads inside leaving (Y/N) looking at the seal skin.

Dinner that night is one of the easiest that it’s been in the entire stay. Ella keeps surplying Malcolm with his favourite beer, Jackson slows down while eating and (Y/N) manages to eat without feeling eyes burning into his skin. When the last light turned off and at around midnight (Y/N) made a familiar journey down into the basement excited to tell Luca the good news. As he stepped on the last step (Y/N) couldn’t keep the grin of his face which confused Luca.

 “Why do you look like that?” Luca asked, tilting his head in confusion. (Y/N) sat down in front of him pulling out the first aid box to clean any injuries. “Tomorrow night we’re leaving. I found your skin.” (Y/N) watched Luca for his reaction. At first Luca looked shocked then his face turned into an angry scowl. “you think this is a joke?” He growls causing (Y/N) to pause. (Y/N) shakes his head and tries to calm Luca down. “I’m not joking. We found your skin, It’s light grey with black spots.” With that confession Luca finally calms down only to look blankly at (Y/N). “You actually found it… I’m going to be free…” Luca mutters in surprise.

 (Y/N) cleans the last of the injuries telling Luca everything he can about what it’s like outside right now. What season it is, the weather and  Which birds are nesting near by. Luca listens to everything eagerly, commenting on the things he liked the sound of and what he was going to enjoy. Without noticing the two ended up sitting side by side, leaning against a wall staring up at a small window near the basement roof talking the rest of the night away. Before (Y/N) had to leave back upstairs Luca stopped him with a quick hug causing (Y/N) to freeze fore a second before relaxing into it.

 The day went by almost to slowly for everyone's liking. Jackson came up with the two of them needing to fix one of the dog kennels as an excuse to get their hands on a pair of chain cutters. Instead of fixing anything they ended up sitting together in Buttercups kennel playing with her and spending as much time as possible together. Before long Ella arrived to drag (Y/N) away to spend as much time together as she could before he leaves. Ella taught him some family recipes and wrote them down so he could remember her cooking. Before long it was time for dinner and everyone was a combination of nervous, excited and dread.

Malcolm continued like nothing was happening and didn’t even bother talking to (Y/N) as Ella talked about missing him when he leaves. This time Malcolm finished early and before he left the room he turned and said one thing to (Y/N). “Make sure you’re gone by sun up.” He growled. Ella gasped in surprise, Jackson stood up in anger but (Y/n) held only his arm shaking his head. The three of them finished dinner together and (Y/N) headed upstairs to pack. As (Y/N) was finishing up both Ella and Jackson knocked on the door to be let in. Ella hands him a home made blanket where as Jackson hands him a wooden carved figure of Buttercup. (Y/N) hugged them both, helps Jackson calm their mum down so she does’nt cry and watches them head to bed.

 (Y/N) grabs everything, quickly loads them into his truck and heads back inside tucking the animal skin under his shirt as not to have it seen. Along the way to the basement he picks up the bolt cutters he and Jackson stashed in the house and enters the basement. With every step you could feel the excitement rise as the plan was almost over. There Sitting as close to the stairs that he could due to the chain was Lucas. Worry was etched onto his face until he spotted (Y/N) reach the bottom step. “You’re actually doing it.” Lucas said in wonder as (Y/N) lifts up the cutters.

 Trying with all his might (Y/N) managed to cut the chain causing it to fall to the ground with a loud clatter causing both men to freeze. Luca quickly tried to stand only to stumble nearly falling. (Y/N) caught him and handed him the seal skin. Tears came to Lucas eyes as he finally got to touch his seal skin after years. Slowly, they headed up the stairs so Luca wouldn't fall over before they got to safety. Finally reaching the top, they head to the front door only for a noise behind them to cause them to stop. With a quick look, (Y/N) paled and sped up with Luca slowly getting more stable on his feet.

Behind them Malcolm appeared behind them in a drunken haze only to spot the basement door open. His gaze swept from the basement door towards (Y/N) and Lucas. It was silent fo a second before he let out a loud bellow and started towards the.  Opening the door (Y/N) pushed Luca in front of him and they booked it towards the truck. Half way there (Y/N) felt excruciating pain in his ankle, stumbled and fall to the ground.

 Luca turned to see (Y/N) curled up clutching his ankle in pain as Malcolm quickly advanced on him with his face red with anger. Without a second thought, Luca dropped his seal skin and lunged at Malcolm just as he reached for (Y/N). A scream of pain filled terror woke up Ella and Jackson causing them to rush outside. There was (Y/n) curled up in pain, Luca leaning over him snarling with blood on his nails and teeth an Malcolm laying on the ground clutching his chest. Jackson tried to help (Y/N) only for Luca to snarl at him and swipe at the air causing him to step back.

 (Y/N) shakily reached up and turned Lucas face so they’re looking at each other “It’s OK, he wants to help.” Luca slowly relaxes. Jackson carefully moves closer and helps (Y/N) stand up. Before anyone can say anything else Malcolm groans and starts moving. Jackson helps (Y/n) into the drivers seat, shuts the door and steps back as Lucas jumps in clutching his seal skin. (Y/N) forces his foot on the peddle, speeding out of there as Malcolm sat up getting sprayed in gravel. Ella calls for an ambulance finally noticing he has blood on his shirt but Jackson stands there not offering any help to him.

(Y/N) pov:

 It’s been a month since Luca and I finally made it to my house. Jackson has been sending letters about the farm, he’s started building a house near his workshop for him and Buttercup to live in. Mum has been a lot happier since we left as Malcolm has been on bed rest due to his injuries. She’s started talking about hiring help to fix the farm and possibly work there permanently.

 Putting down the letters, I turn to see a seal pop it’s head up from the pond next to me. Slowly the seal comes closer and emerges from the water. Before my eyes the seal turns into a man with short black hair and brown eyes. He stalks closer using what look like seal skin to hide his waist. As he reaches me he leans down to stroke the scar on the side of my face causing me to blush. Slowly, I raise my hand up, cup the side of his face and bring him close. Leaning down he moves closer and our lips connect for a second only to part leaving our hands entangled together.

3rd pov:

 Ella opens the door for the doctor and invites him inside the house. “Thank you for coming, he keeps complaining about his chest hurting.” Ella frowns, showing the doctor to the bedroom. The doctor opens the door and heads inside with Ella closing it behind him. Malcolm lays sleeping in bed as the doctor moves further into the room. He sets his bag down on the end table, opens it and looks up at Malcolm. “It’s nice to see you again, how long has it been? 20 years?” The doctor asks the unconscious man as he pulls out a purple book. The doctor flips through the pages and stops near the middle. The atmusfear in the room changes as the doctor starts to read from the script. Malcolm wakes up in horror to the curtains billowing, the bed shacking and the doctor standing over his bed chanting. Before he can say a word Malcolm feels sick and the doctor says the last word. Bright light fills the room which quickly dims down. There in the room is the doctor but where Malcolm once was a toad was left in its place. The doctor packed everything up, put the toad in a box and left the room. Reaching the front door, Ella smiled at him and opened the door. “Thank you for the visit Dr Reynolds on such short notice.” He smiled at her and shook his head. “No problem, Do let me know how it turns out and give little Jackson and (y/n) my best.” Dr Reynolds responds and leaves the house.

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[stillfruit]

nothing in uni makes me feel more violent than teachers asking for a paper that’s a summary, a reflection and a challenge of every theme of a course all at the same time in under 1k words

#i hate the faculty of my major i hate them especially this teacher i feel like i get nothing from her ever #while at the same time constantly feeling like whatever i write will never be enough for her and will always be lacking #we have to write a 500 word paper every week read a book discuss it in groups and then on a forum and then do the final essay #and we get no feedback for any of this except for one paper #and in this one paper where we do get feedback it's like you didn't mention antiracism 4/5 #OKAY BUT IT'S LITERALLY IMPOSSIBLE FOR ME TO MENTION EVERYTHING EXPLICITLY I CANNOT DO IT #YOU ARE NOT GIVING ME THE WORD LIMIT NEEDED FOR A THROROUGH EXPLORATION OF RELEVANT THEMES #THIS VERY DISCIPLINE IS CONTESTED AND ABOUT HOW EVERYTHING INTERSECTS IT'S WORTH NOTHING TO JUST COMMENT HOW THINGS ARE RELATED #development studies could be interesting but bc of things like this i just hate this so much i never feel like anything i do is ever enough #how are the lecturers and professors of every other major in my programme so nice and inviting and motivating and then there's this #like if you study something else or in some other way or just are different you might not care about feedback but i Need it #i cannot do this i'm not capable and i feel like there's no one to help not only bc the teachers are distant and unhelpful #but bc this doesn't really reflect on my grades so it feels like useless complaining #i know an answer would be to Stop and not freak out over single grades lower than 5/5 but i can't let go when it's something like this #where how i get the grade feels so artificial #i shoudl've just went with anthropology the staff is so good #literally had the most workload heavy course there but the teacher gave the best feedback and for everything!!!!!! so it felt Worth it #it's like night and day with an anthro course i'm taking and this development studies one #i said to the professor of my anthro course that i'm afraid i can't make the essay deadline adn he was like don't worry abt it #don't work on it during christmas and email me later on your process and i'll see if i can help istg i was about to cry there on the spot #whereas in this course every time you turn in something late it's minus points and you have to have like a Really Heavy reason for a delay #i can't start my masters next year like this fuck #shit talking

[mrsnancywheeler]

what's your favorite scary movie? || stu macher

stu macher x reader

warnings: ghostface call, threats, fear, toxic relationship (stu has a weird thing for playing hero to reader and wants to see how much she trusts him), mention of violent murder, blood, knives, established relationship, angst, hurt/comfort, reader thinks it's randy at first, stu is kinda the worst but we love him, slut shaming of casey becker by stu , reader is called a final girl but not really gender specific besides that

not proofread

please leave feedback and hope you enjoy, it's been a while! 💋

"Fuck!" You exclaim as the glass shatters on the floor. Water spilling across the kitchen tiles with shards of glass spreading across it. You'd been out getting snacks for movie night and finally ready for a break and some hydration, but now this. You groaned to yourself as you grabbed the paper towels and the broom.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

You jumped, hand pushing onto one of the shards. The sharp sting made you bite your lip as you got up to answer the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hello." A sultry voice was on the other end, the artificialness almost made you shiver.

"Who is this?" You studied the cut on your hand, the blood dripping down your palm.

"Who are you?"

"God, Randy, is this one of those stupid prank calls. If I told Sid about it, she'd kill you."

"It's not a prank, I want to know who I'm talking to."

"The person who you called, dumbass." You rolled your eyes.

"So you're alone in the house."

"Yes Randy, what are you gonna do? Gut me?" You laughed, but there was no sound on the other end.

"I'm not Randy."

"Sure you're not. You're a crazy murderer coming to stab me for having sex with my boyfriend. I'm so terrified." You pressed your lips to the cut as it began to sting more, hoping the pressure would make the blood stop before rubbing your palm down your pants.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" The voice sounded genuinely curious.

"Wow, Randy, I had no idea you were such an actor. Stu and I literally were picking out videos a few hours ago."

"His name is Stu?"

"Give it up, Randy! I'm hanging up!" Before he could reply you hung up, putting the phone down. You turned to grab the paper towels and the ringing started again. You sighed as you grabbed it.

"Randy stop it, I'm gonna tell Stu about this and he'll beat your ass."

"I'm not Randy! Hang up on me again and I'll string you up like Casey Becker!" The voice was venemous. You froze, that definitely wasn't Randy.

"W-what?" Your forced it out.

"C'mon, you heard me Y/N. You don't want me to hurt your boyfriend do you?"

You shook your head, regardless of him not being able to see you. You were pissed at yourself, you'd told him Stu's name, what if he got gutted like Steven Orth? And how did he know yours?

"What do you want?" Your voice shook, fuck him, fuck this.

"To play a game, that simple." You could hear him smiling.

"What kind of game?"

"Good girl. Do you like scary movies?"

You bit your lip, you needed a plan. You took a deep breath, "Yes."

"What's your favorite scary movie?"

Fuck it. "The one where the killer calls the poor girl, alone in her house and then she stabs him with her stilleto. Then her boyfriend shows up, sees the killer, and hangs him up like Casey Becker." You slammed the phone down. Fuck your own life, you needed to check on Stu.

You paced the kitchen floor as the phone rang, hoping it was just because he was on his way. "Shit!" You slammed your hand on the counter when he didn't pick up.

The phone rang in your hands and you screamed, slipping on the water. Hissing as your arm hit the class tears bubbling up.

"Fuck you!" You screamed as you answered.

"I told you not to hang up, Y/N."

"Look, my boyfriend's a lot stronger than Steven Orth and I swear to god, he'll fucking murder you!"

"I just want to play a game, be good and I won't rip out your intestines, baby." He almost sounded sympathetic, you were messing up his game, and he wanted it back on track.

"I'll call the police! Please, just leave me alone!" You sobbed as you tried to scramble out of the mess of glass and water. Falling back down and screaming when the pain mixed with the anxiety.

"You're so much more entertaining than Casey was, Y/N. All she did was 'No. No. No' She was a liar and a slut. You're so loyal, maybe you should be the final girl." He mocked Casey's voice, he was mocking you. Finally you pulled yourself up, wincing at the tiny pins of glass covering you. Your arms scratched and bleeding. You grabbed a knife from the drawer.

"You're sick! I'm not scared of you."

He tutted, "Don't start lying now, baby, I know you're trembling. You look so pretty scared." Once again you froze before running to pulls the blinds and curtains on all the windows and check the locks.

"I swear he'll kill you!" You yelled and then the doorbells rang, causing you to scream louder. Tears blurring your vision as you held the knife in front of you. Holding the phone to your chest as you slowly opened the door, peeking around the crack.

"Y/N?" A voice asked, a voice that instantly comforted you. You dropped the knife and swung open the door.

"Stu!" You sobbed as you ran to hug him. Before pushing away, hitting his chest. "Fuck you!"

"For what?" He was so confused, yet there was something in his eyes that you didn't understand, that unsettled you.

"I called and you didn't fucking answer!" You hit his chest again, smudging your blood on it as you cried.

"I'm sorry, baby!" His lanky frame shrugged, "I brought beer?" He had some sort of smile that usually would make you laugh, but now it only pissed you off.

"Cause that's obviously what I fucking care about!" You yelled, thrusting the phone at him.

"No, of course not. Y/N you're bleeding." He grabbed your hand instead, observing it. He looked mad, but not at you.

"I-I dropped a glass, but Stu the fucking killer called me!" You forced the phone into his hand. "He kept threatning to kill you just like Steve and you weren't picking up!" You felt fresh tears coming and turned around.

Stu held the phone to his ear, only getting a busy signal. "I'm sorry." His tone was so different, but it felt odd, not like the usual concerned Stu. He gently grabbed you and guided you inside, setting the phone down and noticing the knife on the floor. "What, were you gonna gut Ghostface?" His joking demeanor was back, but at least he sounded like he cared.

"Since you weren't here when I needed you, yeah." You spat, pulling away. You grabbed the knife from him and walked into the kitchen to put it away. He caught up to you, pulling on your arm causing you to hiss.

"You're hurt." He pulled his hand away, it was a lot more than he expected. "Y/N, I'm sorry. I'm here." He lifted you to put on the counter.

Your stubbormes made you avoid his eyes, his hand on your chin. He pressed a kiss one of the cuts and took the knife away from you again.

"I'm gonna take care of you, baby. Like I was supposed to do earlier." And you fell into it, his attention and validation, took away the feeling his lack of tact and callousness.

"As long as you clean up." You let a smile force out as you quickly kiss him.

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Fortunate Misfortune (D.M. x Reader)| Chapter 9: Enough! All of you (vol. 1)

Summary: Its his last year at Hogwarts and former Hogwarts bully, Draco Malfoy just wants to clean up his act and get through the year. Maybe even apply for a potions fellowship and date Astoria Greengrass. His plan seems perfect on paper except for a minor hiccup in the form of a feisty Hufflepuff girl…

A/n: This multi-chapter has been in my Drafts since before I started posting on here and I’ve taken out so many scenes from it and turned them into one shots in the past. The series is almost completed and ill just be dumping it on my blog over the next few days because I don’t know what to do with it. Please do not feel pressured to read it. 😅🥲.

The first draft was a bit too rushed so I had to add a few scenes and break this chapter in half. My apologies for it.

Reblogs and Feedbacks are always welcomed

Warnings: mentions of food, coarse language, making out, some slight suggestive themes but nothing too explicit, reader discretion is advised tho

Word count: 1977

Chapter 8 | Masterlist| Chapter 9 (vol.2)

“This?” He massaged the bridge of his nose for the second time that day. “This is your big plan to get even with Pansy?”

“Uh huh.” You nodded eagerly.

“But-”

“They were the best pranksters of their year at Hogwarts Draco!”

“You think we’re the best pranksters of our year at Hogwarts?” George wiggled his eyebrows teasingly at you while Draco continued to stand next to you with his arms crossed defensively. It was only fair that he had some trust issues with them, considering the fact that their history was a bit tainted.

“But it looks like Malfoy disagrees.” Fred smirked, casually shoving his hands in his pocket and Draco fought back another scowl. Oh, They were enjoying this alright. If this weren’t so important to you, Draco wouldn’t have dealt with another second of this.

“Excuse us, one moment.” You said, before reaching for his hand to pull him away. Your single touch, easing his mood by a tenfold.

When you were far enough, Draco took a moment to look at you and understand what in Merlin’s name was going inside of your head.

Sure, what Pansy did with the potion was uncalled for, but surely there must have been something else that had triggered such a reaction from you.

“Please Please Please agree with Fred for this one time, I beg of you Draco.” You pleaded, even going so far as to join your palms together.

“Not a chance.”

“Please.” You pleaded yet again, looking him straight in the eye and that is when he knew he was knee deep in trouble.

Those eyes.

He would have agreed to anything if you looked at him like that—correct, incorrect or straight up lies, didn't matter.

The sun rises in the west? Sure. Trees shed leaves in the spring? Absolutely. St. Potter wasn’t so bad to begin with? Of course.

Draco used his index and pointer finger to grab a hold of your chin so he could get a better view of the whirlpools in your eyes that seemed to always pull him in.

“This is really important to you, hm?” He asked observantly and you nodded.

“Are you going to tell me why?” He asked again, and you shook your head to denote a no.

“If I agree to whatever the Weasels say, will you at least tell me why you have been avoiding me like the Plague?”

You nodded slowly and he let go of your face so you could both walk back towards Fred and George.

“So, where were we?” George asked, looking at Fred with a mischievous grin.

“We were at the part where Malfoy over here was disagreeing.” Fred gestured towards Draco and he took it upon himself to keep this mouth shut and count to a hundred.

“Draco Agrees.” You said, nudging him lightly with your elbow.

“Ow—right. Whatever she said.” Draco muttered reluctantly wondering why he was going through this humiliation for you.

“Sorry. We didn’t quite hear you.” The twins said in unison.

“You two were the best pranksters in your year at Hogwarts.” Draco muttered.

“Perfect.” George chuckled, summoning a suitcase that read Weasley & Weasley.

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Your eyes had barely opened the next morning when you heard a knock on your door.

Astoria was a late riser meaning, there was only one person that would show up at your door this early.

Sheepish smile, top two shirt buttons left open, right hand shoved deep into his pocket and an unusually messy blond head full of hair that had managed to turn wavy.

Draco tossed you the paper bag he was holding in his left hand, dipped his head low to kiss you on the top of your head and walked into your room like he owned the place.

“Almond Croissant. Apparently, they were all out of your usual.”

“Thanks.” You muttered, taking a small nibble of the croissant.

Draco was a creature of habit because he’d almost always use aguamenti to fill up your kettle and fix a hot beverage for himself.

He was obsessed with that kettle.

“I need to freshen up.” You yawned, summoning your bathrobe as he sank into pillows with a cup of tea floating next to him. “I’d tell you to make yourself comfortable, but it looks like you already have.”

He lifted his head from the pillow, and shrugged at this.

“Don’t spill tea on my comforter like that last time.” You warned.

“It was that one time y/n.” He protested, lifting the comforter to look for the past damage. “And I fixed it, didn't I?”

You shook your head at him and headed to the shower. You still owed him an explanation as to why you were avoiding him.

You thought about appropriate explanations as you lathered on shampoo into your hair.

Scrubbing your body clean, you pondered about all the variables that had led to this particular moment in time—Draco Lucius Malfoy sipping tea on your bed.

As a last resort, you settled on preparing a mental list of explanations to give him as you picked the tangles in your hair.

Astoria is sick. Can’t tell you that

Astoria is in love with you. Can’t tell you that too.

I might be falling in love with you. Can’t tell you that either.

Is there anything I can tell you?

Did I bring spare clothes in here?

Fuck.

You wrapped a towel around yourself and tiptoed back to your room. Draco seemed to be deeply immersed into one of your books, giving you the perfect opportunity to tip toe into your room to reach for whatever article of clothing you could lay your hands on.

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The sound of the running water had abruptly stopped and so had your absentminded humming. If his calculations were correct, you’d be out of the shower any moment now.

Suddenly feeling conscious about himself, Draco attempted to put his tea away and sit up straight.

His hands felt awfully empty without the mug so he decided to reach for whatever book you had left open on your nightstand and read it, or at least pretend to.

“Her breathy moans only encouraged him to increase his pace—now thrusting at a speed that was increasingly desperate, almost animalistic.”

What even is this book?

His palms suddenly felt clammy, and small dots of sweat had started to form on his forehead. He couldn’t decide if he suddenly wanted to keep reading or pause to take notes.

Deciding to tear his eyes away from the raunchiest book he’d ever read, he looked up to find you, standing in front of your dresser with nothing but a towel on.

Water trickled from your hair and decorated your bare shoulders and some of it had even managed to collect along your clavicles.

He was suddenly very parched.

Deciding to take the gentlemanly route, Draco tore his eyes away from the sight even though It took him everything to do so and went back to reading the blasted book.

Maybe it was the passage in the book about the protagonist’s hands around his love interest’s throat, or the fact that you were semi nude but he was finding it increasingly difficult to sit still which was strange because Draco never took himself for someone who was easily seduceable.

He had gone through a toxic phase of one night stands and casual flings with girls from all four houses. Yes, even Gryffindor. But he couldn’t recall feeling this hot and bothered about anyone before.

“As much as I pride myself for exercising immense self control, I can only take so much, y/n.” He muttered out loud, training his eyes to keep themselves glued to the book.

From his peripheral vision, he saw your cheeks flush bright pink as you quickly reached for a green sweater and slipped it on.

“Hey! That’s my book.” You yelled when you took notice of what he was reading, causing a smirk to form on his face.

“Well, I’m borrowing….” He read the title of the book out loud in a mocking tone. “..Lacy and Racy.”

“Draco! No—Give it back.” You whined, now walking towards him to snatch it off him.

Luckily for him, he was taller than you were. All he needed to do was hold the book out of your reach.

“Give—it—” You continued to whine as you stretched on your toes to reach for your book. “—Back.”

You were now standing impossibly close to him—arms reaching forward, damp hair tickling his face and the scent of your body wash infiltrating the atmosphere.

“No.”

Draco slowly lowered the book, maintaining eye contact with you the whole time. He thought he was the only one but it appeared that your breathing had gotten increasingly shorter too.

“Draco, Please.”

He always thought there were a lot of intriguing words such as blasphemy or serpentine or even trapezoid in the English dictionary. But none of those words sounded as intriguing as his given name followed by “please” tumbling from your mouth.

“Say that again.” He whispered, gently pressing his forehead to yours. “My name, the way you said it y/n, Please.”

“Draco.”

His hands wove themselves into the hairs along the base of your neck as he pulled your face closer to his.

“Take this as a warning,Y/n.” He struggled to keep his voice from getting hoarse. “Don’t ever say my name like that again. Because if you do, I will have to kiss you again.”

He allowed himself the privilege of ghosting his lips a mere centimetre from yours before letting go of you and backing away.

This time round, it was you that leaned back in to crush his lips with yours and it didn’t even take him a second to respond.

This was the third time he was kissing you and his lips had gotten acquainted with yours. It was like they automatically knew what you liked. The amount of pressure, the moment, the urgency.

It wasn’t long before he found his hands running up and down your sides along the knitted fabric that hugged your body.

“Is that my sweater?” He arched a brow, backing away.

“Nope.” You answered, pulling him back into the kiss.

“It has my name on it.” He murmured between the kisses.

“No it doesn’t.”

“Whatever you say, D.Malfoy 07.” He murmured, deepening the kiss as he referred to his name embroidered at the back.

You chuckled at this, and he used your distraction as a means to pick you up from the ground.

“This sweater belongs to me now. So technically, I’m still right you know. It's my sweater.” You giggled, wrapping your legs around his torso—the kiss still continuing to get steamier by the second.

“I didn’t take you for a thief. ”

“And I didn’t take you for someone who would enjoy reading smut.” You kissed his jaw and he held back a laugh.

“Speaking of smut..” He dipped his head forward so he could attach his lips onto the skin at the base of your throat.

You let out an involuntary sigh and he silently decided to thank Merlin, Salazar, and of course, the writer of Lacy and Racy.

His gratefulness was rudely disturbed by a knock on your door.

Reluctant and to put you down, Draco continued to carry you in his arms as he made his way to the door.

Whoever it was, he was going to shoo them away.

“Are you going to put me down before you answer that?”

“Nope.”

“People talk, you know.”

“Like I care.” He whispered into your ears as he used one of his hands to unlock the door.

The two of you froze when you were standing face to fact with Astoria and Blaise.

Astoria and Blaise?

“Black lake?” Astoria asked, holding a wicker picnic basket in front of her. “We were supposed to meet up over here beforehand?

To be continued..

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End of chapter notes:

You will see more of Pansy and The twins in the upcoming part. Also, I used this to come up with the name of the book Draco was reading.

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Love Lies | kth I

➤ summary : You never had it easy. From the first day of your life it seemed like fate was a big joke, making every effort to make you feel miserable. Shortly after taking the first step into adulthood, you are convinced that childhood doom follows you like a shadow. On the verge of being broke without any help, you take your friends advice and try your hand in industry you have no idea about.

➤ genre : CEO! au, prostitution but not really au, strangers to enemies to lovers, Smut, fluff, angst

➤ pairing : Taehyung x reader ft. Jimin (This chapter Jimin x reader)

➤ ratings : 18+ NSFW

➤words : 10k

➤ warnings : swearing, prostitution, sex for money, mentions of mental health, toxic household, mentions of violence, explicit sexual content, mxm, fxm, family problems, dishearitance, toxic relationship, Taehyung is bad at feelings, reader is lost, soft boy jimin, sexy hot taehyung (couse that will need a warning) - more to be added

notes ~

I finally did it! I'm so sorry for the wait and how the chapter came out - it's a little more messy than I predicted but i wanted to give you something before the big story. I promise the next chapter is going to start with the big action and main plot and finally with Taehyung. I really hope for some feedback, I worked hard for it to be done before the next week and even though it may seem boring i really hope it’s okay.

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Underneath the sunrise

Show me where your love lies

Relationships that are based on lies never last long and everyone who found themselves in artificial feelings, knows of the truth of those words. Although that sweet sinful lie sometimes replaces that thing we could have never got.

You never thought about yourself as someone low, at least not that low to kneel to beg of something so materialistic like money.

You respected yourself at the same time being sure that you would fight everything alone. Just like a good fighter - you didn't need a good sword in a big war. Even once in your whole life you wouldn't have thought of stepping that low to actually work as a cleaner in old school or supermarket lady, that couldn't even use the calculator right.

How ironic, we love when inevitable doom falls on people that did not deserve it.

You were taught from the beginning, how to live, what to do, how to look, and the most important who to listen to. It's so weird when we find a character that's not extremely bad or good, not the shy mouse of the school, also not the hot rebellious cool girl with too big ego, and mouth so unbelievable that you actually start to think if you have ever met someone without such basic manners.

Fact is that you are bland, your life never yours to live, as someone recorded it with a script in their hands, and a plan for an ending and second part. It was frustrating knowing how many people never cared about you, however you could not say that you indeed did too.

Lessons were taught, those made you somehow resistant to disappointments in life. First happening in early stage, not even first year of your high school, people started to know - know about this and that, about family of yours and how privileged they would be if they had you on their side.

But you did not have a problem with it, mindset so set that you liked to think about money as a guarantee of friendship. And with this thought you let the first people use you, not minding their motive of only getting part of your prosperity.

So you believed to those days that your childhood indeed was normal.

You never tried to run from your life, you never saw yourself as a hormonal teenager in need of attention.

In the end only those who were born in respecting families, where work and pride is placed higher than blood ties, knows how upringbing really looks in such a household. Your standart always high, doing that to not need to put it higher again.

Parents instilling you dreams that were not yours, making you believe in something they always wanted. Like it was written, your whole life does not belong to you, and realization over it came in the moment when it was a little too late. Happy smiles never real, friends you swore would not leave you, disappeared within a night.

However let’s not impose that your parents were monsters, killing you on the inside with their cold demeanor or making your life miserable.

The first problem began when you had enough, when a virus in your mind told you about your own desires.

You remember this day like it was yesterday. Invisible mark on your check is still pulsating, with a wound much deeper inside screaming at you that it is still not healed.

“I want to study medicine.” Those were the exact words you first told your mother, freezing her in place and scarring inside with the power and destruction they held. She did not hold back with ignoring you, acting like the sentence was a mere passing wind, just fluffing hair in a not nice type of way. You expected that, nothing new from a shell of a person your mother has become, money and power empowering her mind, probably killing the young woman you are now, in her.

So the first step of actually making a point of how you processed to cut your family ties, were with your mother, kind of preparing you for what has to come.

Dark room, with marble accents and a woody smell that came straight to your nostrils. Mahogany desk, big enough to contain tons of papers scattered over it like some kind of nto important rubbish. You however knew better, and those innocent stock of inked pages held more value than maybe you yourself.

It was so hard to breathe in this tiny space, now feeling ever more closed up, dark and not welcoming. You tried to believe that the reason for it was not really a man sitting just before you, not minding your presence in a slighlets, but a stress and emotions on your back, you were trying to bear by yourself.

“I’m busy.” Short answer, not even directed to you - not that the man ever looked at you with those dark eyes. Predictable, exactly like you guessed. Cold feeling with a hot flush over your cheek, not knowing where the previous patience had gone.

Maybe you finally had enough. You were too tired to try to understand.

“Dad, please listen to me.” Ice cold bucket over your head, a void eyes now on you, not really expecting them to stay on you for so long, or even look up. Pupils a little blow out, stirring the dark color pallet of his eyes, similar to the tone of the bags under them. What a wrack of a man he really was, lanky hands under the suit, scribbling over something not even a minute ago, now lying lifelessly on a brownish desk.

“You really couldn't find better time for your whining? Go on, I still have a lot of work to do before I need to actually go.” Unconcern, you could even feel the unitresment oozing from him, hitting you with those eyes. They were looking at you, but at the same time it felt like they never were there. Black holes, no feelings found, gaze scary for those who never met someone so indifferent.

“I dropped out.”

“What?” Words came after some silence, piercing straight your beating heart. Hands in fist, just beside your thighs, so white that it could even be a little concerning for those looking from the side. You were nervous, even after you told yourself that this conversation was not going to be easy. Smooth information that it should be, your own life choices never discussed so openly.

“I dropped out of college”

Not a breath was heard, a heavy hand landed on the desk with a smack, knocking in the process some of the scattered pens.

“You did what?” Too calm, his voice was too calm for such information. Nerve wracking feeling once again welcomed you inside, making you take one step back. Soft material of the shirt creased under your hard grip. “It’s not the time for such a jokes Y/n”

“I’m not joking dad, I took the papers yesterday. I'm tired of wasting my time on something I never wanted.”

“Oh? But are you really? What are you going to do then? I'm getting really curious” Tone momocking you in every kind of way. You clench your teeth, an annoyed expression came over your face, just to disappear within one glance of the man.

Questions were rhetorical, laughing at your whole being in the cruelest manner. He knew about your every vulnerability, molding your persona from the beginning. So it must have been funny for him, seeing a little girl, someone he treated not entirely equally, however putting some kind of hope and dreams he himself could not reach, standing before him like a scared puppy asking for a treat.

“You yourself know the best how important those studies are for you. You prepared your whole life to go there and take my place one time, so don’t joke about it like it’s some kind of dish you are bored of eating.”

“You forced me to do it! I never wanted to take your place, study the stupid law.”

“And you decided that this is the time to suddenly realize that? Y/n from the beginning, we always gave you what you wanted, fulfilling your every wish, buying everything you wanted, and even after that you can’t be grateful. We only asked you for one thing, one thing Y/n, there is not such a thing like your dreams, there is only our family.” You wanted to laugh, those stupid exucess, only making you annoyed and wroked up. Manipulating you into believing you were selfish, that you are the problem, and you owe them right to living.

“Don’t be ridiculous father, you are not in the place to talk about family or do I need to remind you of Na-”

You heard it before you felt it. Burning feeling right in your left cheek, head on the side from the harash contact it made with the ringed hand. It was not the first time you saw or experienced such an act. Father being the man that loved to lose his temper rather fastly, hiding on the outside behind the calm demeanor and innocent smile.

Blood on your tongue, the metallic taste in your mouth like a forbidden flower you just tasted.

“You really want me to get mad today hm? “ You really wanted to nod, looking straight at him from your hair that fell after the slap. Hand on the cheek, trying to stop the pulsating ache to echo so much, however you know the best that the hot feeling is only building up and it's the only matter of time till the beautiful tones of purple show on your soft skin.

His own hands now begin viped over the handkerchief, a little blood over the white fabric, likely from the little scratches the rings were able to make.

His back to you as he went back behind the dark desk, sitting on his chair like nothing happened. And you knew, secretly that it was the end, that the conversation was done and nothing else could be said.

You closed your eyes, not even noticing you did it, realizing it after the first salty tear fell to your mouth, giving you a taste of sorrow. Head down, not in shame but in anger, with a pulsating cheek not letting you forget about the consequences your every word bears, you turned around going to the door that before somehow gave you so much hope.

“Oh and Y/n, there is no you without this family, but there is family without you. It won’t be the first time when I lose a child.”

Those exact words hunted you till this day. Rather heavy feeling, three years not long enough to make you forget, or let you accept a new life.

Loud noise of passing cars just outside the dirty window with a pounding of heart echoing in your ears. It was one of those bad days - you liked to say, those however started happening a lot of more. Breaking was never something you wanted to do, working so many jobs you could not count on your fingers, living in shitty apartments for no longer than two months just to end up on someone's couch.

That is the life you chose, the life you barely lived, everyday wishing for a miracle.

Harsh paper under your fingers, weighting your hand weirdly down - maybe it was the words that made the letter so heavy, maybe the truth you needed to face. Fact is that you do not know what to do, trying for the last months to make a living for yourself, get better pay and settle down for a longer time.

Words of your father echoing once again, making your eyes squish with the feeling. It was so hard to accept a defeat, something that you worked so hard for and for so long. You could not beg, you could not go on your knees again, and even if it was an option, imagines and memories of life in such a household keep you in the place you are now.

Head resting under your arms, shielding bright rays of sun from your eyes, long locks falling down in waves just over your pale face. You pulled them with a strength you did not know you possessed at the moment, as if it was because of them you needed to deal with all of this.

“Think Y/n, think” Mutters fell from your mouth like a mantra, supposed to make you cheer up a little. Void in your head, not ending emptiness that scares you as much as the strings of unpaid numbers on this goddamn paper.

An late hour struck on the side clock, hanging on one of the grey walls of the run down apartment you lived in. Sight itself is depressing, leaving you in wonder if maybe it is not one of the reasons for your current mood.

Who you wanted to trick.

A little knock once again echoed in the quietness of your home, reminding you of the late hour. Looking from your thick locks of hair, you sighed seeing how little time you actually got to get there. With one move, you left the scrap of paper on the side, and stood up from the ugly green couch, taking in the process bag of the crookedly hanged hook.

Fast footstep as you nearly run over one of the olders ladies living in the same flat, trying to messily wrap an apron over your waist, which is not as easy as it seemed to be earlier. Bluish fabric holding on to you with all the power, hanging a little on the too long strings, that untied themselves with each step.

You tried not to think about all those stares, looking at you as you run past them, not minding where your feets go, or if you accidentally push someone on the side. Let people think what they want, it's not like your opinion matters, and being a disgrace to your whole family disappears.

Familiar neon letters came to your sight forming the greenish title of caffe you soon found yourself in. A little bell rang as the door opened informing everyone about your presence. Calm atmosphere, everyone was busy in their own word, you loved this, a quiet place which you often found yourself admiring.

You wished that working there was not such an obligation, the only thing that let you stay in your current apartament. Rosy cheeks, and cheeky smiles as people got their morning coffee, thanking you quietly for the drink with such a pure impression, that you could not hold back the smile you gave each one of them.

“I’m so sorry for being late, I hope you didn’t need to run too much.” You said between heavy breaths, still trying to catch remaining puffs of air, head tilted to the side, hands on knees as you looked at the little blonde behind the counter.

Said boy only laughed a little, shaking his head from the embarrassment after the statement. Ringed hands cleaning some cups, quiet melody living his plump lips.

“Am I suppose to feel offended? I’m not an old man you know.” He asks, knowing that the answer will never be given. Voice on the lighter side, something you would expect from such a soft looking boy, warm and sweet to listen, and you indeed do, always keeping quiet when the boy talked about his own day to fill the quietness of your workplace.

You knew the boy was one of the things that made you feel normal, with his bright persona and angelic personality, you liked to believe he was one. He did not ask, knowing some things should stay in the dark, and you repaid him the same, being fully aware of the boy's secrets.

“Not at all. Beside we all know that it's not about you, but about who will get in trouble from your whining - and yes, it would be me. “ You say, patting his back on the way to the other side. Confused gaze now on you, as you smirk at the questioning boy waiting for some kind of elaboration, only getting from you another cup to wipe.

“Should i remind you of a certain person, which came to me with a complaint of how his favorite boy was tired - what was his name? Oh yeah Yo-”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”

You laughed at the squeaky voice that came in a form of fast spoken answer, a little too fast to understand every word completely. Pretty blush came over his round cheek, soon appearing on tips of his lears, hidden by mop of blonde hair.

Not a piece of judgment in your gaze, but rather sweet caring look over the embarrassed boy next to you, trying so hard not to look bothered by your everyday teasing, that he was slowly getting accustomed to, liking how your voice gets a little lighter, your eyes light up and a pure giggle leaves your mouth.

Yeah he definitely could live with it if it means he can see the sparkle pops out in the dark of your pupils.

Cup in his hands a little heavy with the next thought that came over him. Melody coming with the pleasant wind of the early monday morning, his eyes however discreetly gazing over your figure. He knew when the times were worse, when your collarbones stood out more, welcoming i'm from the collar of an old shirt, you probably needed to wash by hands, and he hated that even if he tried to explain it, not care so much, he simply could not stop the worry seeking of him.

You were a sweetheart, never judging him, understanding his reason even after he told you about the second job he needed to take. You simply smiled, wishing him all good, and getting excited about dreams that were not your own, laughing with him and talking about his future plans as if you had place in them.

Thanks were never enough to pay off all the hardship you helped with. He respected you, admired so many things about you, how you don’t need a reason to give an arm to cry on, always taking a piece of burden on your own shoulders, whispering promises and talking about a better future that comes with hardships.

“Don’t be so embarrassed~ “ You sing to his ear when you pass him, going over to the coffee machine, big bag of beans in your hands. “I dare to say I got a little jealous when I saw him for the first time.”

“Gosh I hate you sometimes.” He whines, throwing his head back, closing his eyes to remain calm. Smile now on your lips, little giggles leaving your busy persona, trying not to be too loud in such an early hour.

An enjoyable silence came over once again, only sounds of working machines and knocks of cups, that were cleaned and wiped, mind automatically getting fuzzy from the fresh brew of coffees and autumn wind. Not a person in a shop, being still a little too early to welcome customers or get a morning drink, subtle music playing a little louder at those times filling little breaks of silence.

So how surprising it was, when those little giggles tickled your own ears suddenly and strong arms, clothed in white shirt, sneaked around your waist, making you lose the focus on filling the cup with beans. Blonde hair over your cheek, stroking the soft skin with a funny feeling, only pushing you to squirt more.

“You know if you liked him so much, you could have just said. I would think of something.” He whispers mockingly, smacking his lips in the end. Shiver comes with his next move, hands on your hips, keeping them from stirring so much, hot and on the smaller side however still noticeably bigger than your own. “Sadly I do not share my clients.”

With those words, he quickly detaches himself, hitting your bum with a cheeky smile that you soon could see right before you as the boy grabs one of the fresh croissants, putting the whole thing into his mouth.

“It must be big for you to say that.” You laugh, looking at the choking boy with the same expression he was giving you not even a minute ago.

“That was totally inappropriate.” Says blonde, chugging a glass of water you gave him out of pity.

“Now, don’t play an innocent Jimin, I see how you look at that one girl that comes here every friday. Didn’t you even memorize her order - gosh i heard you repeating it so many times that I know it myself.”

“Okay, okay maybe you are right, but it doesn’t mean you can judge me.”

“Would I ever?” A dramatic sight from the boy's accusations leaves your lips, you touch your heart looking at him with the most hurt eyes you could manage to do, a little tear spins in your eye. Mouth full of baked goodie, he laughs showing a little of non eaten food, with a proud expression to it. Your own smile now noticeable on face, happy feeling over your whole being, loving how this short amount of time with the bubbly boy let you forget about some problems. You take one of the left rags of the counter and throw it at his face, hoping to get him to work. “Stop eating! We are opening soon and I don't want to listen to how the coffee machines should be ready before the first client, because someone didn’t want to move his ass.”

“Just say you don’t want to deal with that old raisin.”

Nobody did, but Jimin had some superpower you sadly did not possess, and could at least shut the old businessman that somehow always comes first. Coming back to an earlier job, you pour black beans in the measuring cup, trying not to let the weight of the bag swoop you.

Place once again in a nice atmosphere, Jimin singing somewhere in the back, probably preparing syrups and goodies, sorting eveyrything on the displae plate. You two fell in a pleasant rhythm, doing your jobs like robots, knowing where things should go, and how not to disturb each other in the middle of action.

And it was something you really enjoyed, that piece and order, making you feel secure at least in such a place. Like you had power over your own life, your hands did what you wanted, your mind clear with tasks to be done.

Peace.

You both knew that this place was a mere act in the theatre of lies, you played in. Cafe such like that one, a happy place for two broke students, that tried everything in their power to make a living, pursue dreams so far away, still hoping that they are not going to disappear with all the hardships.

You could just drown in this lie of beauty picture you painted yourself, pretending your lifes do not look as bad, and even though you did not know the boy so well, you could tell from his eyes that he indeed is a player in the same game as you.

The truth being you did not know each other, you were not close. You knew about his job, about his own problems - some of them left unsaid, but who could you judge when you acted exactly the same.

Understanding from each other was enough.

However the boy tried to help you, offering sum of money or better paid jobs in times when you were too tired to hide it, those although - he learned after some time, never were an option for you.

And so with the next passing wind, the first client came welcoming you with kind of a grumpy smile, wishing for you to just make him the coffee. It was as always, a busy morning on the first day of the week, that always seems a little more crowded than any other, with business men and middle aged women trying to get over their morning sickness as fast as possible.

You saw the girl you talked about some minutes ago, looking from her covering eyes bangs, squashed from pink beanie on her head, nevertheless still laid perfectly. A little wave, hand hid under the panda mittens she liked to wear every other day the temperature goes down.

You smiled at the interaction, the excited smile on Jimin's face he tried so hard to hide, not doing a good job with his nearly nonexistent eyes that disappeared just because of it. She was pretty, a student in a university you both go to, however you were not sure what exactly she was majoring in.

Her funky style makes you take a shot at something related to fashion, but that might be completely wrong and the girl could just like wearing such bright clothes.

“Love the mittens, they look nearly as cute as you.” You heard, looking back from your busy hands, to gaze at the flustered pair. Adorable giggle soon leaves her mouth, covering lips with the said gloves as her own eyes disappear from weirdly similar eyesmile.

Jimin was a sweetheart, someone who deserved a happy future. And so you did everything to make that happen, wishing him the best and trying to help him even if it means your own happiness goes on a second plan.

“I'm sorry but could I order.” Coming back to your own job, you look up immediately, catching the gaze of one of the clients you did not recognize.

“Oh yes of course, I'm sorry for the wait. What can I get you?”

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A loud noise of a closing locker echoes in a quiet room in the back of the coffee shops. Night air chilling from the open window you opened some minutes ago, to get rid of a smell so many people.

The calm of the room soothing your buzzing nerves and shaking hands, that always seems to do it after a hard day of work. Your attention now somewhere else as you try to take off the blue apron, laying it somewhere on the lonely bench next to you.

It was a busy day, helping you forget about what waits for you at home, and what person will probably visit you in the meantime. You didn’t like those times, the quiet after such hard working hours, leaving you with anxious thoughts rotating around the same problems you tried so hard to run away from.

So you tried once again, silence your mind with your hands, taking every job you could, now wiping lockers that never needed to be wiped before. The same rug from before in your hands, sliding over an uneven surface.

“Y/n?” You jumped from the sudden voice, swearing that Jimin was in the other room just a second ago. Turning around, you try to look unbothered, clenching the old rug in your hands with such interest. A little noise comes from your mouth, hum to let him know you are aware of his presence.

“Everything alright?” He asks a little unsure of the question, looking at you from the other side of the room, close to the door connected to the main room.

“Yeah, why would there not be?

“You were cleaning the lockers like not even a minute ago.” He says without thinking. Voice somehow suspicious, full of hidden concern as his suspicions from before seem to be true. You were not alright, and Jimin knows exactly what it may be. “If you need hel-”

“I'm alright! I'm really alright there is no need to worry, I'm just stressed because med major is harder than I thought.” The sigh is enough to let you know that he is not buying it.

Hard steps as he comes closer, opening his own locker situated right next to you, eyes glazing back at you from his clothes is started to put back. Tight lipped smiles is the only thing you are capable of answering with, catching his dark stare for a second.

“Im worried, and I know what you want to say, but I can’t help it. You are always the one that takes my burden so why can I not do the same?” He closes the locker with too much strength, making you jump again from the loud noise.

“It’s different.”

“How is it different? You help me with everything, you let me cry, you let me crash at your apartment when my parents try to make a mess again, so what’s the problem with me?! You don’t even want to tell me what's wrong dammit.” His eyes glassy from all the emotions, hands in a fist as if he tried to hold himself back. He turned completely to you, cornering you to the lockers behind, not letting you leave this time.

“Is it because of my work? Are you ashamed to take dirty money from someone who can’t earn normally and needs to sell themself. Is it this?! Tell me Y/n, I’m tired of seeing you in such a state, you are my friend.”

“You know it’s not that.” You tried to argue catching his watery eyes.

“So tell me, tell what is going on.”

Your own mouth in agape, words lost somewhere in the back of your head. So many years going alone, keeping everything to yourself shows itself with such a hestation of saying easy words that could let you breathe easier at night.

But would they really?

Giving someone your own burden was something you were taught as a shame. Problems should stay in family, and even there your father always told you to fight them alone.

“I - “ Eyes hopeful, looking at you with new found desperation. Big and different from the ones he was giving the sweet girl with panda mittens, and that alone made you sick knowing that the sparkle left because of you. “I’m sorry Jimin I just can’t.”

And you broke. With the remaining energy you mustered, you fell onto Jimin, him nearly not catching you on time. First tears fell, with such a power, rolling down your cheeks, wetting the soft fabric of Jimin’s shirt. You did not know why, why now you decided to just let go, sobbing so much, hoping the boy will understand that you only need someone to hold you.

And he did, wrapping his arms so securely around, letting you hide the red face in a crock of his neck. Fresh smell of flowers and perfume he always wore with a noticeable hint of coffee, you probably possesed yourself. Quiet whispers of comfort, tickling your scalp a little, hands patting your hair with care, brushing them with such a delicacy, like he secretly knew how breakable you are now.

“It’s going to be okay.” Void promise, his lips close to you kissing your forehead, with shaky hands trying so hard to gather every tear that fell down. With a little move he sat on a bench, an apron which you earlier left there dropped on the floor, a quiet thud ran in the small room, you on his lap, trying so hard to become smaller nearly molding in the bigger body of Jimin’s.

Sorry’s fly through your mouth, realizing it after Jimin's starts to rock your body. He peels your face from the safe space of his neck, wiping your running tears with both of his thumbs and trying to smile a little.

“I know it’s hard, but sometimes we need to let someone in, let them help put broken pieces together.” Eyes shining in the dim light of the room, your mouth ready to disagree quickly however quieten by his own speech. ”I know what you want to say Y/n” He starts again taking a big breath. “Being helpless doesn’t mean being weak, asking for help is not something to be ashamed of. Being strong however - is letting someone in, taking they hand and standing up with them - you have to have courage to do it, and I know you do to - but whoever put such a toxic mindset in you, keeps you from it and you need to realize that there is no longer people who will judge you for falling down a litte.”

Eyes falling down, sore from all the crying that has no plans to stop. You wipe the snot with your sleeve as well as wet cheeks, laughing a little after it, sniffles in the room as you try to calm yourself a little.

Jimins gaze still at you, now softer still brushing your hair in a calming manner with the second hand drawing circles on the side of your waist. It was shameful, hearing such words, knowing deep down they were true, but too prideful to agree with them.

“Gosh If I knew you cry like that, I would take a bucket with me. I wouldn’t need to pay water bills for like two months with it. “ He laughs as you smack him with your hand. Smile on your face, you tilt your head leaning on his arm with all the weight, a small sigh leaves your mouth. Smell of coffee now is more prominent with his own perfume, which he wears everyday, pushing your mind into own fuzzy feeling. “You know that I will always be there for you, right?”

A silent nod is enough, not too much to say after such an outbreak from your side still buzzing inside you. You know it was true, with how much you both came through together, it would be stupid to leave someone who become somehow a safe heaven.

“What are you going to do now? You won’t take any money, I guess you either are not going to be too willing to crash in my apartment.” Your head immediately shots up, eyes searching those of Jimin. A look of confusion cross your face for a second, with the words repeating in your mind once again. His face however is still serious, not leaving your surprised gaze.

“W-what how do you kno -”

“Your landlord called, I didn’t want to disturb you on your break - by the way I saw you sleeping you are not as sneaky as you think.” He interrupts you in the middle of talking, brushing his hair.

You frown, looking in disbelief at the boy, a little upset from the news. Touching your phone was okay, but taking a call and not saying anything, it just fell wrong.

“So why were you trying so hard to force me to talk?” The questions came a little more aggressive than intended, but who could you blame when your private life was exposed so easily. Truth being that you felt not as angry as embarrassed, never sharing such information before leaving them in the dark.

“I know you would be angry when I tell you about the phone - which I was right about.” He pouts looking somewhere in shame, like a child that was caught with sneaking sweets.

“But it doesn’t matter, what are you going to do without help? It’s not like our boss will gave you a rise from nothing, and do not even think about starting another job - we have studies, it would be plain stupid unless you ask your family for help, you never mentioned them but they would understand right?.”

“They sure would.” You sneer, standing up from the comfort of his lap. Your smile turned down on the mention of those people, it's not like you want to have something going on with them, it would be asking satan for help and that always comes with a price. “Thanks for everything Jimin, but I will be alright.” You add walking back to the hatstand where your hoodie hangs, grabbing it with your free hand, second one carrying the bag. Jimin's eyes follow you, surprised by the sudden movement and innocently big, like he waited for some better explanations - which he won’t get.

“B-but wait! Where are you going, don’t leave me like that!” You heard the shouts, desperate movements in the previous room meaning the boy tried to catch up, however you were long ago outside the cute coffee shop, starting the journey to your quiet apartment. Maybe it was mean, and maybe Jimin was too good to be treated like this, but your own mood was now too fragile to stay in the same room as the insistent boy.

Autumn wind welcoming you once again, cold weather sneaking inside your clothes, the light hoodie not doing any justice with such temperature - still it was the only thing you owned with better quality. Head full of thoughts a little overcrowded with a starting headache, not letting you walk in a peace you somehow needed just now.

Walk to your house - at least the recent one, was not one of the long one, rather passing as a nice stroll. And even though your shifts ended in night hours, the quiet and calm way never made you feel scared of any sudden dangers awaiting you on Seoul's streets. It was a nice neighborhood, one where families that were a little lower than middle class tried to make a living, keeping their kids in a safe environment. Happy smiles and laughs welcoming you sometimes in the morning, kids rushing to their own school, greeting you even after those months you stayed there, only making you nostalgic at the thought of leaving such a safe haven.

So it was more than surprising when a quick footstep rang in your ears, soon nearing you even faster. Your beating heart now rapidly knocks in your chest, as your eyes try to search for the reason for those sounds.

You didn’t need to search for loong, soon hearing the screech of a voice not so far from you. “Y/n! Wait for me!” It was even worse when the little man started to dramatically draw his hands to touch, however your concern only lay in the thought of waking up the whole neighborhood. Eyes slitted, an annoyed expression crossing your face at the sight of the panting boy, soon stopping before you, not without tripping and nearly taking you with him. “You… really want to kill me.”

Heavy breath hitting your face, his voice strained and tired from the miles he needed to run to catch up to you. You however were more than a little shocked - yes Jimin is stubborn, and yes he is the person to run after someone just because the said person lost a penny, but his appearance here was different. It was crossing the invisible line you both draw, accepting each other's bubble of comfort.

So the question still stayed, your face hard with a thundering gaze waiting for the boy to calm a bit.

“Why did you suddenly leave?” Seriousness leaked out from his tone, however the way his eyes scrunched only meant that he indeed felt a little hurt from your previous action. And you don’t even wonder why, knowing how your choices could wound the innocent boy. “Is it about your family? If its a soft topic we can never talk about it ag-”

“You want me to walk away again?” His eyes got bigger at your cold tone, his foot taking a step back. Your family, the topic you did not want to bring up today, explaining the harsh demeanor you suddenly took. Eyes however softened as fast as they met the boy’s hurted ones, a gulp of remorse sliding down your throat. “Look - I appreciate your help but I don’t need a person to be helpless with.” You took a step forward placing your hands on the boy's arm, squeezing it in reassurement. Looking him straight into eyes a sight left your mouth soon forming in a little awkward smile - the only one you could force yourself into. “You helped me enough, there is nothing else you can do, It’s not your battle to fight you have your own problems and asking you to take mine would be cruel.”

And how awful it was to turn back leaving him again, you did just that, giving him the last pat with a smile. His own mouth opening and closing, agape from the schock you probably left him. And you were sure that this time he will let it go, your words full of coldness not leaving room for arguments.

“But what if I do?” His voice stopped you in the middle of the step, freezing your form with a new squeeze in stomach. You did want to hope for nothing, feeling how your eyes got bigger in surprise, being so close to turning back to face the blonde boy. “What if I can do something?”

“Jimin we are over it - I won’t take any of your mo-”

“I didn’t mean that. I’m not that stupid to not understand first hundret times you made it clear.”” You turn at his clear voice, full of seriousness and unsaid promises. New thoughts fell over your messy mind, Jimin’s voice still ringing in your ears as well as the hot gaze he kept on you, fixated on your weirdly sluggish posture. You were more than confused, his help however not new for you, the sudden change of demeanor was like a bucket of cold water maybe pushing you into admitting that the boy indeed had some kind of solution. “Please try to listen to me first and please try to be open minded.” He adds taking a big breath making him close his eyes for a second, only to stare at you even more firmly, nearly hiding his shaky hands. A silent nod from you lighted once again the enduring fire of his eyes.

Now you were even more curious.

“What if I get you a client?” Innocent question, firstly confusing you even more with the weird words, the realization came with your mouth opening a look of disbelief crossing your eyes for a second even if you tried to remind yourself that you situation it's not the one to be judgy.

“You do-”

“Let me finish, please?” And you could not find the power in yourself to not give in. Looking straight into his gaze you closed your mouth, still hanging from the previous schock you experienced. “I was in the same place as you some years ago, a broke student without any help or hope - and I know what you want to say, but it's not as bad as it seems. You don’t even know how much I wish that at that time I had better option, but there was none and probably won’t be if I still want to chase my dreams The job is really not that bad, people don’t know, they do not need to know - even if they wanted the community of them would not allow it cause they want only that - discretion.”

You winced, the cold brushing your cheeks even more from the chill night, moon being your only source of light shining at boy’s figure like in some kind of movie. And to be completely honest, you indeed feel like in some kind of drama, emotions oozing from both of you in waves crashing in the middle with a tension to it. You didn’t want to seem rude, your face trying to stay some kind of neutral, however you knew that Jimin saw the first pull you unconsciously did, decided to let it slip instead looking at you with even more solemnity.

Yeah you knew about his past, history he one time told you in the middle of breakdown, then seemingly crazy and full of hardship, now you started to see yourself in the boy, his place now taken by you in the most awful way.

“It’s really not that bad Y/n” He whispers, voice full of softness you were thankful about. You felt breakable, the thought of actually doing it scaring you with how probable it really is. “I’m so sorry I can't do more, but it’s the only way I can help.”

You didn’t even realize when he came so close, touching your arm with his little bigger hands clenching it. Your eyes squeezed as your hands fell to your sides lifelessly, emotions now once again leaving you a little too suddenly, the grip you always had on your life slipping from your grasp with a gasp. It was hard, facing something you worked so long for only to ruin it because of such a thing as money. It was so funny, your own younger self laughing at you probably, telling you how your choices led you to that state.

“It’s really the end huh?” You didn’t need to look to know about the sad gaze he momentarily gave you. Arm sneaking around your shoulders, your posture seemingly smaller than normally, bringing you to the warm body of the blonde boy. Not a word said, only the silence being louder than aggressive shouting.

There was no need for a better explanation, your mind was already processing the idea of selling yourself to someone, and how shocking it could be that it never crossed your mind before. You can’t say the job disgusted you, you can't say it did not leave you with a sour taste on your tongue, like something is wrong with the image of you in such an environment again.

Again.

Well that was something that did not sit right with you, running away your whole life from it, now going back to the cave of a tiger - conscious suicade.

Face plastered on the surface of the brown coat, fluffy fabric brushing your face with every breath he took. The gesture leaves you with a heavy heart, not understanding why Jimin wanted to help you so much. Was it an obligation? Did he feel like he owed you something?

You just couldn't grasp the idea why, why was he so insistent, it’s only you in the end, a friend from the same coffee shop he worked in, someone who is not important in his life, someone who he will leave when the time comes. So why?

And maybe with the next gust of wind, a quiet whisper in your ear you realized deep down, that he was the first person in your life which genuinely cared for you. However the musky scent and heavy thoughts still repeated the same question, but you knew somewhere in your mind that it’s only a matter of time when the quiet suggestion will be proven.

“It’s getting late. You should go home.” A silent nod, your head still leaning on his shoulders, too tired to move. His hands petting your hair, a quiet hum leaving his mouth while he did it, melody not familiar, dancing in the silence of the night. You sighted taking one step back, immediately feeling a cold breeze hitting you, the source of heat now gone, making you shiver in the lighter clothes. Little smile screeching on your lips after you saw his worried gaze, sitting on your figure not planning to move.

“You too.” Sticking your hands into the big pocket of your hoodie, you turned your head in the way he came nodding. None of you moved, gaze met in the middle as you tried to not show how cold you really wera, body shaking in unnatural ways wanting to move for some kind of warm up.

He did not smile, even after your own stretched into a larger one, you decided not to pry and just turn around with a silent wave, head ahead of you eyes looking in the dark depths of the street where you lived. He knew you were not alright, gaze piercing you through every layer you tried to put in a situation like this, a copy mechanism you were not that proud of. And so with the head lowered you took the first step away not minding the still lingering stare on your shoulders.

The main worry now being the cold weather and little clothes that shielded you from it, the idea of the whole conversation put somewhere on the side.

However, he and you were pretty well aware of what is going to happen the next day.

In the end it's you who soon is not even going to possess own body.

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Sleepless nights were not new, the feeling of tiredness you could not just wipe with the piece of the fabric a familiar one, the eyes trying to stay focused on things even though they were so hard to close themself for some sweet time, just to be forcefully open. Two words were enough for you to not hide the utter ache, you so perfectly masked in the middle of the coldest night.

And so maybe it was the cold keeping you awake in the dark, the blanket not enough to warm up your lifeless limbs, or maybe the lingering touches of the blonde boy that stayed even after so many afters after the whole conversation.

You felt weak, blinking in the grey room watching the wall like it would show something incredible, the scratches on it similar to the one you did when the stress was too much, decorating pieces of your skin like an art. The night was a big blur, hours now looking at the nonexisting stuff passed with a blink of an eye only to put you in another of the memories.

Blonde hair somewhere there scrolled in the side of your mind. Oh yeah, the said boy came the next day, look on his face too hard to forget as the next wall you built was just ruined.

He looked at you from behind his eyelashes with eyes dimmed with a sort of fog. Silence being the only comfort in the moment - early morning helping with it. He knew that this time the situation did not have many options, not any without any loss.

However he came, with a mind to let you help with thinking of any other ideas to help you, the conversation from the other night forgotten after he stepped in the gloomy apartament. And it doesn’t surprise you, the look you probably carried spoke for himself.

In his hands soon layed inconspicuously looking scrap of paper, tempting with his appearance like the most loucioust sin. He read it with squinted eyes, not needing a lot of time to find out what exactly the letter applied to.

What surprised him after such information is, how really the girl hid behind such an innocent facade, the new wave of respect crashed on him with the thought how strong you really are to not ask for help. The human thing was to linger, searching for attention so long to have someone finally do everything for us.

He had money, he had it so much that he could easily help her for next month, but he knew how every proposition like that would end up.

In the end they were really similar.

“Maybe there is another way.” He cut the silence, after a while regretting the action. Eyes met somewhere in the middle and both of their gaze was meaningful enough to answer his void of hope. “Have you tried to talk with the flat owner?”

Grimace on your face once again was enough, you shook your head remembering not the best meeting with the older man. “Many times. The guy is purely business oriented, he doesn’t care about your private life but if you pay everything - which as you can see I have a problem with.”

“I know that it’s a hard topic, but what about your family. There needs to be at least one person.” You looked down, carpet under your feets still fluffy and soft under your feet, the silence embracing you both. Jimin awkwardly scratched his arm, biting his lips in the process, the topic one again making your mood even worse. “Im sorr-”

“There is no need, it doesn’t matter anyway. My family is off limits when it comes to those types of things.” You cut him off, looking from the side at the little embarrassed boy. A sigh leaves your mouth as you lean on to your old couch, ruffling your hair after. “Jimin there is really no other way. Your option is the only thing I can do, even if the idea scares me.”

He looked at you with a small smile, the memories from his past coming back to him, when it was him who was sitting at your place, maybe with a different situation, but the fear in the eyes remained the same. He sat next to you, hand catching yours latching fingers with yours, as if that small gesture was supposed to pass everything.

And maybe it was like that, however how sweet and calming the motion wouldn’t be, nothing has been solved, and your decision it's going to change your life completely.

“You start to accept it with time.” He whispers tightening the grip on your head, the sentence seemingly had a bit more to the story. You guessed he tried not only to convince you both himself too.

Idea still fresh in your mind, hard to process it actually is going to happen, eyes meeting once again with the dark ones of the boy, millions of heistations flowing in the circle of your pupils.

“What If I don’t want to accept it? Jimin, I'm going to sell myself like some kind of animal.” You started, soon seeing how every word pierced the boy, a hurt crossing his face for a while. However he himself knew how his job was not something to brag about, something that should be kept to yourself.

“First - you are not going to be a prostitute, it’s their job. Second - you are not selling yourself, your body maybe, your time - yes. This whole messed up business, which no one truly understands, it's not only based on pleasure and successful bargain. The people you are going to provide services will require more, however you too will be able to demand - and that’s the difference.” He instinctively stood up, turning his back to you to hide his face for you.

You decided not to question that, the topic probably being equally hard for him. Following his figure, you listened to every word which could calm your buzzing nerves.

“Mone-” You started trying to guess about the demand he was talking about. The cash suggests itself in your mind. The boy quickly turned back, dark eyes catching your breath in the middle.

“Respect.” He finished, taking an earlier abandoned cup of tea to his hand. You were confused, your gaze spoke for himself, the utter questions building with every quiet minute he left you with. “Do you know why so few people are able to survive in such a business, or why so few people know about it?” He asked knowing fully he won't get any answer from you. He sighted brushing his blonde hair back, a little oliy from the last day of work, he came to the other side of the room sitting on one of the smaller tables just before you.

“You will need to play a role, you will become an actress in real life without the power to question your own character. People that are directors in fact are going to be your clients, giving you the script you will need to act on. In the beginning it’s going to be hard, but with time you will understand that you can either love it or you are someone who is not suitable for such a job.”

So many questions, which only bundled up with the said words. A weird twinge in your heart, forcing you to stop thinking about it like a sweet temptation, however the beautiful words he wrapped everything with stronger. The idea seems so easy, so free and so good, too good to be true.

You looked at him, the tiredness hitting you suddenly but so many not arranged issues kept you on your toes, so with the remaining power you sighed rubbing your eyes. You decided, your last way out.

“How i'm even going to start?” The question filled him with a relife, not understanding exactly why, the thought of having someone close in the same job loaded him with unanswered happiness. He gazed back, the look making you sit more comfortable forcing your attention directly at him.

“The clients are mostly the people you least expect to. Although they are not people which can afford a whore - lame millionaires or self-proclaimed gangsters. Don’t get me wrong but if they were them they could have just bought the random first person that is willing to do everything they want, for them however the most important is discretion and loyalty.” He started, stopping for a while to take out his phone and quickly search something on it.

With one move he showed you a picture of a man, you strangely knew. Black hair, similar to the blackness of the sky so different from the boy sitting just before you and a beautiful porcelain looking skin. He looked proud, even as a imagine the frozen photo oozing of confidence and power.

You knew those people pretty well, a little too well. Too proud for their own good and too proud to admit their wrongs, making money in such a way to not get attention if they are dirty or not. Familiar contempt towards others. You tried so hard to run away just from people like that, you hoped the clients Jimin was talking about are just the little CEO’s, not that important or dangerous.

And how ironic it was that you yourself are going to willingly put yourself in such a toxic environment again, people that are more influential than politicians and authorities. Next question popping on the side, how the blonde boy survived there without any knowledge.

“I see you can guess about who i’m talking about, and It’s not your first contact with them, right?” He started, brushing his hair once again, a habit you noticed. He needed to admit that your expression put him in uneasiness, look on your face nearly scared like a child that watched horror for the first time. He didn’t want to annoy the topic, leaving it in the air with the restless tension, instead he closed his phone hiding it back into his pocket.

His eyes still on you, your mind somewhere else as the quietness of the room started to spin around. The unanswered question lingered on your tongue, kept in the end of your mouth like some kind of secret. And as you thought it’s the end, the little ping came from the pocket he put his phone into.

“Well, I don’t know If you are interested but there is someone who is willing meet.”

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Kaz Brekker x fem! mute! reader - Dancing eyes

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A/n: I just thought about this and here we are. Also! I will have at least two more imagines coming out today or tomorrow! I'm also sorry if I offended anyone I really tried to make a good representation of the reader and I did some research but I'm not mute so I don't know exactly what's that's like. So if you guys could tell me if I did anything wrong, just some feedback that would be nice!

Warnings: Mentions of trauma, death, angst, blood, gore, the reader is mute, fluff I think that's it? You have been warned!

Summary: Kaz falling in love with you

(The sign language is in italics bold!)

All rights go to leigh bardugo, netflix, and you! I just own the plot!

She was dancing when he first saw her.

She did a few twirls, her leg went into the air flawlessly into a arabesque to the side. It was powerful and controlled but it was graceful. The girl did a paw de chat and jumped high into the air turning around and landing with one leg behind her perfectly straight and pointed, one leg on the ground and her hands in front of her like she was presenting something to the audience.

The crowd clapped and applauded her but she did not smile, not till she did a low curtsy and while she did her y/c/e orbs meant his. Kaz's breath got lodged in his throat when he saw her beautiful eyes. Then they lit up like all the stars were in her eyes and her lips curved upwards forming a small grin.

Kaz shook his head, she wasn't valuable to the dregs so she wasn't worth looking for, so he turned swiftly on his feet and started walking towards the slat.

But you wish she was.

Kaz started looking for her everyday, and everyday she would be in her spot near the slat doing a dance. Her graceful movements often caught his eye and he would often find himself watching her from his window.

Weak.

But one day something else caught his eye about her, she had enough money for shoes and clothes, it didn't look like the girl ate much, barely enough to keep her alive. Thought still, she bought food.

Or did she?

He observed her in a different way now - for a week and to say the Brekker boy was surprised would be an understatement. The little dancer had been stealing.

Sometimes she would steal food, money, and do a few magic tricks here and there but the thing was he never saw her steal only saw the people leave with empty pockets.

Kaz could admit to himself that she was good, possibly better than him - which was dangerous. But could she kill someone? Maybe he could train her but he found he didn't want to force that upon the girl that danced outside his window everyday. Stealing food, money and even clothes sometimes.

Saints, I'm growing soft. Kaz thought to himself.

The next time he saw her was three weeks later well, the thing is he didn't see her outside his window dancing all day from 6:00pm sharp all the way to 3:30am.

He wondered how the girl slept.

He was limping down a street and he turned a corner only to hear a voice and it wasn't recognizable so he quietly limped over and peaked his head out.

It was the little dancer.

She had a grisha steel dagger pressed up against a man's throat. The man was trembling in fear, and the little kitten that once danced was gone and her claws were coming out.

"Please-please! I did can-can pay-pay you back! Please! I-I know people who-who can help!"

The man looked young but was definitely a sleaze ball, with his brown hair that looked like it was decaying, his round bodice, his fat arms and legs and he retched of alcohol and young girls.

He was nothing compared to the girl.

The tiger had a snarl on her face, but she didn't make a sound as she stabbed the dagger threw his forehead killing him. Then she pulled the knife and grabbed a piece of paper presumably writing something down on it.

She spun on her heels and she faced him.

Shit.

She just blinked at him and made some weird hand movements which Kaz identified as sign language.

Oh he did know what sign language was, he knew how to use it too.

If you wanted a show, you could have just asked dirtyhands.

The girl smiled when he rolled his eyes.

"I don't want a show, but I would like you to join the dregs." He said out loud in a monotone voice. She looked taken aback that he could understand her but she grinned even brighter that he could.

Of course. It's better.

She signs, using just those words and not adding anything else - just it's better. Though he knew actually what she meant.

"What are you. You seem to know your way around here, not to mention the stealing and killing."

I'm a assassin. I Trained somewhere... not in Kerch, and I escaped and went here.

Her signing his precise and graceful almost like her dance movements. She starts to walk away but she pause's and turn's to him.

You can call me Nemesis.

Then she walks away. He didn't even know the time or whether she was even going to show up. He didn't even know her real name - not a single thing about her real identity really.

Only that she dances.

After that day he dreamed of her every night. Sometimes she would be dancing outside or she was working on a job with him. On the occasion he would get a dream about her in a meadow holding up a flower and showing it to someone. But that seemed more like a memory more then anything because she looked younger - a child only five maybe seven.

He longed for the sleep.

Once after a job with the Crows she came to his room and her hair flowed down her back as she climbed into his desk chair while he was on his bed.

He didn't even hear her come into the room.

Writing something down on the paper she turns around and hands him it.

My name is Y/n.

That's when he knew she trusted him.

After that moment they slowly began to come together - slowly but surely. Whether it be a small brush of the hand or full on skin to skin contact they we're there and then they weren't. Technically, they weren't dating - not officially anyways but no one (not even the Crows) could find where Kaz or Y/n began or where they ended. It was like they we're on one big loop, they we're on person yet they we're different.

The first time he kissed her she was coming back from killing someone.

Y/n was his personal assassin, because of that she killed a lot of people and had to be never seen, no evidence, not always clean kills. But Y/n had already admitted to killing many people and she signed that she probably had killed more people in her childhood then he will ever tell her to kill in his lifetime.

So when she came back in tears after a murder he was rightly confused. Her bright y/c/e eyes we're filled to the brim with tears and the eyes that usually danced with emotions were almost dead looking. Though to Kaz they still looked beautiful.

That's not what she needs right now.

Kaz sat on the bed staring at the assassin that stood in the middle of his room, that looked nearly like the little dancer that he once thought she was. But her eyes looked shattered like glass spread across the floor in pieces.

He patted the room beside him on the bed and she reluctantly followed where his hand was and sat down. She kept her eyes cast down, and it killed Kaz to not see those beautiful eyes that danced. The only thing the left of her innocence in his opinion.

With an ungloved hand he lifted her chine up to his and slowly her eyes meant his. Her breath stuttered, she breathed in and started moving her hands using sign language to talk.

There was a child.

She started, always trying to get to the point fast enough.

They went up to me and...

Her hand movements came to an erupt stop and she slowly breathed in a breath preparing.

They called me a monster.

Kaz looks at her and the tears in her eyes. She needs comfort or something at least but he's not so sure he can give her that. He's not sure if he's even ready for that.

Yes you are. And Kaz could finally agree with the voice in his head.

He slowly brought their lips together and brushed them together in sync. He lifted his hand to go to her cheek and he stroked it. They pulled away, it was barley a kiss but it was enough.

"You could never be a monster Y/n." He whispered as their foreheads touched again.

__________TIME SKIP_____________________________________

Knives, arrows, and bullets were flying though the air. Some hitting people and some not. Kaz looked over to Y/n, he knew he shouldn't have brought her on this job.

She had an air of royalty around her, she killed whomever she liked out of the Blacktips.

That's if she granted them mercy.

If she didn't you would die a very painful death. Her hair was blowing in the wind making it look like she was floating, and for all Kaz knew about her, this girl was full of surprise's. She might as damn well been.

Her reflects were quick and graceful but deadly. Just how she dances. He thought. Her eyes were on fire and they seemed to burn everything around them.

She really was a Saint.

Focus. He scolded himself.

You can think about her more later and maybe tell her what you think boy. It was a different voice this time, and it vaguely sounded like his father but he pushed the thought away and kept on fighting.

The heist was over and he looked around for Y/n because usually on mission's like these they would go together and just sit. Sometimes they would talk, sometimes they would just enjoy each other's presences. It was all they needed, just a reminder for them that they we're still alive.

"Did you see Y/n." He said flatly not wanting to seem worried although he really was.

"Ya, I saw her slip away earlier she looked fine." Nina supplied.

He gave her a quick nod and started walking back to the slat. At the least he knew she was fine.

They couldn't find her.

It had been a week and she didn't show up, they were all desperately trying to find the assassin but she was no where to be found. She silent girl was gone, they didn't even know if she was captured or not.

After another week the others had given up saying if their was a lead they would be there. Then Kaz found a note on his desk.

Dear Mr Brekker,

Hello Kaz this is Y/n, so I'm sorry for doing this but it had to be done. I'm not captured no, and I'm safe for now no ones really safe in the barrel. I have many enemies and they will find out you and the Crows are my weakness and I can't have that. You mean so much to me in words I could never describe and it pains me so much to leave knowing - I love you. You are some much stronger than me and a considerably better person then I ever could be although you fight against that statement. You put your Armour down for me and I couldn't do that for you. I'm sorry.

May the stars watch over you,

with love Y/n

Kaz didn't know what to do, Y/n was gone the loop was broken and everything was back to the way it was. He closed his eyes and thought about her eyes - those dancing eyes.

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[sporesmoldandfungi]

Magic - Evil Woman

A/N : Happy New Year! I am done writing and editing the final chapters so expect me to spam my page with the end of this story over the past few days. I originally had Chapter 8 uploaded as Chapter 7, so I didn’t realize I had messed up and posted the wrong one. So, this is the real Chapter 7. It’s fairly short, along with Chapter 8. I promise the last two chapters will be jam packed and tie up all the loose ends.

I also wanted to take this time to thank everyone for supporting the story, even if it is just a select few. I never thought anyone would read this, let alone give me feedback on it, so it’s really a dream. I am planning to continue the Genevieve/Egon storyline in a Ghostbusters 2 story, so the prologue for that should be out soon after the end for this story.

Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this short, filler chapter and enjoy the upcoming ones as well. Thank you so much!

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Winston paced around the jail cell, trying to get every passing officer's attention. He was starting to question whether or not his career was worth being thrown in the can. Over the past week, he had been worked down to the bone, hardly having time to sleep or visit his wife and children at home. He didn't even know his coworkers very well, he just knew the basics. Ray was the heart, Peter was the mouth, Egon was the brains, Genevieve was the soul. He liked the people he worked with, don't misunderstand that. He had gotten the closest with Ray, but he had a conversation with Genevieve two nights ago, when they worked the day shift together, that was replaying in his mind as he paced the jail cell.

Genevieve looked out the window as she and Winston sat in the rush hour traffic. The driver's window was rolled down, her left arm hanging out. Winston was smoking, reading the paper. She glanced over at him, eyeing the cigarette. He noticed the woman's stare, taking his box out of his pocket and held it up to her. She politely declined.

"Ah yeah, you don't smoke. My bad, forgot." He said, tucking the white box back in the safety of his pocket.

"I used to, I'm quitting. It's being a bitch." She sighed, looking back out the window.

Winston laughed.

"What's so funny?"

"You know, I won't tell Egon if you have one cigarette." He smirked.

She huffed, reaching into his pocket, snatching one and lighting it quickly. She sighed with relief as she exhaled smoke.

He laughed as he watched her relax with the cigarette in her mouth. "What's your deal anyways? You gonna ask him out or just continue to torture yourself?"

"We have a date, Thursday night." She paused, taking a drag of the cigarette before resuming. "I think I might cancel."

"What? Why?"

"I keep having this dream. It's more of a nightmare really. Funny, you think someone who spends her days dealing with every demon someone could think of wouldn't have nightmares anymore."

"What's the dream about?" He asked, placing his newspaper in his lap.

She looked at him, then back at the road, taking another drag. "I don't remember anything from this dream except for one thing. This image of this woman is burned into my brain. She looks like me, but it isn't me. It's like, an evil me. I know it's childish to be this shaken up by my evil twin or whatever, but it's not her that scares me."

"What scares you then?"

"What she's doing."

"Winston!" Ray called, breaking Winston out of his trance. He walked over, joining the other ghostbusters at a small, grey table. Laid out across the table was the constructional layout of Dana Barrett's apartment building. "This is where Dana Barrett lives, and this is where the man we mentioned earlier, the keymaster, lives. And this is where Genevieve's mother lives. Notice anything?"

"They're all on the same floor?"

"Better, they form the shape of a triangle." Egon said.

"Triangles! The king of shapes!" Peter joked.

Ray traced the triangle, "Just think about it. Someone who lived or was at those apartments at some moment of time during Thursday night is now either possessed or missing. Whoever did this, whoever is trying to summon Gozer, planned for these three apartments to be the key. The only question left is, what do they want with Genevieve?"

"Dana and Louis make sense. I did some reading about Gozer in Tobin's Spirit Guide; they can only be summoned by the keymaster and gatekeeper, hence both of their possession. However, I cannot find a single thing about a third party necessary for summoning Gozer." Egon said, looking down at the map.

"Maybe the Goz needs a human body to possess to make their grand entrance back to Earth." Peter said, half joking.

Winston whipped his head to look at Peter, his eyes wide. "Holy shit! Her dream!"

Egon and Ray looked at each other confusingly. Ray asked, "Who's dream? Genevieve's?"

"We were stuck in traffic, and she was telling me about this dream she was having. She said she can't remember much but this evil looking woman who looked like her. It scared her so bad, she was thinking about canceling her date with Egon, said she had a bad feeling about the night. I was the one who talked her into sticking with her plans." Winston explained, feeling guilty as he mentioned his influence on Genevieve's decision making.

"That's it! Gozer wants in on the 20th century, they need a human body, Genevieve's the key." Ray shouted.

Peter scoffed, "Funny how when I say that, no one pays any mind but when Ray does, he's suddenly a revolutionary genius."

"That's it, we need to get out of here. If what we are even suggesting about Genevieve is even remotely true, she and the entire world are in huge danger." Egon said.

Suddenly, one of the guards came over to the cell, tapping on the bars to get the men's attention. "Ghostbusters! Mayor wants to see you!"

As the gate opened and the men left the cold cell, Peter said to Egon, "You think you could say that you want to give your friend Peter a million dollars. You seem to have the power to summon anything you want, seeing as we are now out of prison."

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love, [Y/N] | jjk

► PAIRING: Jungkook x reader

► CONTENT/WARNINGS: angst, mentions of fluffy memories, mc death, lots of Jungkook tears, best friends!au, mentions of unrequited love

► WORD COUNT: 2k+

► RATING: pg13

► SUMMARY: "It’s not fair that he was holding the last of you in his hands, unable to focus on anything other than the last words he’ll ever receive from you."

↳ A/N: I got this idea at 2:36 am and I don't know where it came from but oh well. This was meant to be a 300-word blurb and we ended up at 2k lol. I haven't written anything for Jungkook compared to Tae, and honestly, this maknae has been climbing my bias list so here's a semi-self-indulgent fic filled with angst and crying! I hope you enjoy it, please feel free to leave feedback and reblog! Also, STREAM BUTTER!

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Shaking with fear, Jungkook gripped your hand tightly, tears pouring out his red eyes as your patient monitor fluctuated slightly. With a quivering lip, he croaks, “C'mon [Y/N], wake up. For me? Please…”

He feels your small fingers squeeze his own gently, weakly, and hope beams across his face. But just as soon as the hope had come, it vanished, your paling fingers going stiff in his palm. The once steady beeping now a quickly accelerating sequence, the sound ringing in the brunet boy's ears as his eyes go wide and breath cuts short.

He feels the nurses pull at him, trying to drag him out the room and he thrashes against them, his nails digging into your hospital bed with all their might until his knuckles turn white and his vision blurs. Loud sobs rack through his body as he slumps in the nurses’ arms, pressing the balls of his palms into his eyes, trying to stop the tears and the burning. His cries almost choke him, the occasional cough jerking his body harshly.

When he sees the familiar face of the doctor, he prays that the downcast gaze and frown don't mean what he thinks.

“[L/N] [Y/N],” Seokjin takes a breath, his own eyes beginning to water at the words he's about to utter, “time of death: 2 am… I'm sorry Jungkook. I did everything, I-I tried every voltage and pumped her with liquids a-and everything I could d-do—I couldn't save her. I'm so—so sorry.”

It's like his entire world has crumbled in a second. His arms and chest are suddenly heavy, his lips, throat, and face feel dry and dehydrated, and his eyes can't decide if they want to be open or closed because of the stinging sensation they feel when he tries either. Sitting on the floor in front of your room, he takes the hand Jin outstretched and wobbles inside, only to fall back down the moment he sees your dull figure.

He doesn't care that a small crowd can see him babbling incoherently as he tries to apologize to you through his sniffles and whimper, crawling to your hand and lacing his fingers through yours.

Eventually, Taehyung and Jimin pick him up and drag him out of the building you took your last breath in. Jungkook didn't try to resist, knowing he was in no shape to put up a fight or drive himself home. He needed to get out of there anyway, the smell of death only he could detect suffocating him slowly.

On his way upstairs, Taehyung holds him back, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a short stack of envelopes—maybe two or three—rubber-banded together and hands them to the younger. “Her first day in the ER, she m-made me promise to give you these if she—if she… You know…”

Hearing they were yours, he takes them gently and swiftly, immediately holding them close as if they were his lifeline. He gives Taehyung a silent, stiff nod before turning and dragging himself to his room.

He doesn't open them right away, taking his time to admire your adorable calligraphy and observing every smudge or erased pencil mark you'd left on their light material.

He's not surprised to find every letter addressed to him, because it wouldn't be the first time you two had given each other messages the old-fashioned way, and he smiled softly at the “before you read” attached to the first envelope.

If you're not Jeon Jungkook, please don't read these. If you are, know that I'm still with you, in these letters, in your heart, our memories and that I will always be here, even though I'm sorry I can't physically be here with you right now. These are letters I've written to you, but never sent. They're from the bottom of my heart and they say everything I've ever wanted to tell you.

—[Y/N]

His heart beats harder as he opens the first letter, doing his best not to tear the envelope and keep it perfectly intact for him to save.

There are two Polaroids safety-pinned to the letter, both with his face and yours smiling brightly at each other. He gently unclips them, tucking them safely into the [Y/N]-specially decorated sleeve. He breathes in deeply and unfolds the letter, immediately tearing up at your handwriting on the wilting paper.

Dear Jungkook,

I know you don't think it's cool or modern to send letters, so I won't send this.

Anyway, I want to thank you for always being there for me, my big, strong, human-shoulder-tissue. I couldn't be luckier than I am to have you as my best friend.

And I know this is going to sound cheesy, but I love you more than anyone or anything in this world. You're the diamond to my sky, the sun to my earth, and the person I would choose to spend the rest of my life with.

In other words, I'm in love with you, Jeon. I wish you were in love with me, but I'm already the happiest girl in the world being by your side every day.

Your Best Freind,

[Y/N]

His heart pounds against his ribs, because you had been in love with him. You had wanted him to be the last face you'd ever see. You were right in front of him, your heart on your sleeve for who knows how long, and he hadn't known until you were dead. His face contorted into one of pain at the reality, and he squeezed his eyes shut to stop the tears, taking long, shaky breaths before opening the second letter.

This note is considerably newer than the first, its edges still white and crisp, but the deepness of the creases tells him it's at least a few months old.

Dear Jungkookie,

Lately, I've been sick—which you know because I've told you. I haven't told you about my feelings yet because I don't want to scare you or pressure you, but I'm probably going to die before I ever get to tell you these things.

Since I told you how I felt in the last letter, I'm going to try and describe why in this letter. Reason number one, your presence. You always manage to just enter a dark, tense room and make it so much brighter and more comfortable. I don't know if it’s your smile or your laugh or the way you don't care if you're embarrassed or not, but you just manage to make everyone feel comfortable in themselves.

Reason number two, your kindness. I had never seen someone run back inside, get an entire table's worth of food, and give it away before. You're always so willing to give, despite the cost. I hope you never change.

Reason number three, it's kind of odd but I fell in love with your voice. Not just the way it sounds pretty when you sing, but the way it has the power to comfort whoever you’re singing to. I’ve always been able to come to you for support and comfort.

Reason number four is you know how to turn a bad day into a good one. You can talk to anyone who’s down for five minutes and you’ll turn them into a giggling, grinning mess.

Reason number five, you’ve always made me feel loved. Even though our entire relationship has been platonic—at least on your side—you’ve always checked up on me, held me, and made sure I knew I was enough and I can’t thank you enough for that.

Number six is your passion. You always put your all into everything you do. Be it making breakfast for the boys or helping me with a project I put off until the last minute, you make sure it’s all or nothing.

Seven is that you taught me how to love unconditionally. I always believed in falling in love and finding the one, but I never knew how intense it felt to be able to give your all to someone and not expect a single thing in return—until I met you. From the way your nose scrunches when you smile, to how you tilt your head when you’re confused, I love it all. From the best thing about you to the worst, it’s all you, and I wouldn’t want you to ever change. Every scar and blemish, each pore and lash, I’ve fallen in love with all of them because they make you, you.

I know you don’t feel the same, and in complete honesty, I love you so much I don’t even care. As long as you’re happy and I’m able to spend as much of my time by your side I’m happy.

He chokes on a sob when he finishes the second letter, tears dampening the card stock as he shivers. His heart clenches harder as he folds it back up, giving both pictures a once over before pinning them back on the letter.

Opening up the last envelope, a cry racks through his body, and he’s ugly crying now. The necklace he’d given you perfectly washi-taped against the letter. He pulls it off, tucking it tightly into his palm, and holds his breath. This time, the letter is a small, short piece of paper folded in half once.

He almost can’t read your small, dainty handwriting through his bubbling tears, but manages.

Hi Jungkook. Did you see the necklace?

It’s the one you bought me for my fifteenth birthday, that I told you I had lost. For a while, I had, and I remember I was too scared to tell you, but you noticed before I could anyway. I was so relieved you weren’t mad at me because I didn’t know what I would do if you were. I still don’t.

Anyway, the point of this short, last letter is to tell you how I want you to remember me. I don’t want you guys to think of me as your sickly friend who died when you were in your twenties… but I want you to remember the good memories we made together. I want you to remember the day we met, when I accidentally broke your bike and when we were both grounded for four months for sneaking out of our houses for our first party. I want you to remember how we got sick together because you couldn’t let me walk home alone in the rain, but you couldn’t drive and we both forgot jackets and umbrellas. I want you to remember the day you forgave me for losing the most precious thing anyone has ever given me, because that’s the day I fell in love with you.

This paper’s running out of space so I’m going to wrap this up. I want you to remember everything good about our time together, and not what ended it. Don’t think about how I’m gone, because I’m still with you, after death. These letters, the photos, and this necklace are what I’m leaving behind for you to keep. Don’t cry when you think of me, don’t think of the fact that we’ve been making our last memories, just don’t forget me.

Jungkook clutches the necklace tighter, afraid to drop it. Not only had he lost you, but he’d also missed out on the opportunity to be with you because he’d been too scared to ask you out while you were alive. He’d been in love with you since you two were eleven, tried to confess to you when you were fifteen, and lost you at twenty-three.

It’s not fair, he decides, it’s not fair that your love never got a real chance and it never would. It’s not fair that all these years you thought your feelings were one-sided when he reciprocated them ten-fold. It’s not fair that he was holding the last of you in his hands, unable to focus on anything other than the last words he’ll ever receive from you.

He sucks in a deep breath, barely croaking out your sign-off, “Love, [Y/N].”

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Robin — THREE

Pairing - Joel Dawson x reader

Word Count - 4,800

A/N - another update for you all! I just wanted to thank everyone for the feedback I have received on this series already! I love seeing people get excited for my writing snd it literally makes my day!

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R O B I N

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⭒❃.✮:▹ THREE   ◃:✮.❃⭒

There was something different about letting her feet hit the soil under the circumstances she was currently in. Y/N was used to coming out every once and a while with the hunting team, but this. . .this was different. She wasn't about to stay near by and hurry back to the bunker before the hour was up. No, she was free. She could go wherever she wanted. She could go beyond the 'walls' that the hunting team had established.

And there was no better feeling than knowing all of that.

Y/N looked around with a soft smile playing at her features, closing her eyes for a moment to soak in the sunlight before opening them again and letting out a sigh of content. She turned to Joel after that, her smile only growing at the sight of the boy taking in his surroundings.

The girl had almost forgotten that her best friend hadn't stepped foot on the surface in seven years. Joel looked around as if he couldn't believe he was actually outside and Y/N chuckled softly as she watched him inhale deeply through his nose, his face all scrunched up in a way that she could only find adorable.

Joel's eyes shot open at her laughter, playfully glaring at the girl who just smiled before gesturing towards the map in his hands. "Where to, boss?" Y/N asked.

Joel stared at her for a moment, smiling softly at the way her eyes were squinted in his direction, her hand attempting to shadow her eyes from the sun. The boy cleared his throat and looked away, his hands fumbling with the map which he quickly opened.

Y/N walked over to his side, her arm resting against his shoulder while the two both looked at the paper with looks of concentration. "Where are we?" Joel muttered, his eyes flickering over the map confused. "Well, it's not super useful."

"Don't say that. Look right there. It says avoid that area because our lives depend on it. That's useful," Y/N tried to argue. "Besides, it's the best we could do with such little time since someone decided within a span of five minutes he was leaving the bunker for the first time in seven years."

Joel shot her a look and the girl just winked at him. Letting out a small sigh, Joel began to fold up the map before saying, "You've gone on hunting trips before. Which way should we go?"

Y/N was silent for a moment as she looked around, her finger gently tapping against her lips while she surveyed the area. Finally, she looked to Joel, the boy responding with a smile for they were finally going to start on their journey. However, it quickly disappeared as she said, "I have no clue."

"What? Robin," Joel complained.

"Joel," Y/N mimicked while the boy sighed and scratched his head.

"How do you not know? You've been out here plenty of times," Joel pointed out.

"Yeah, but Connor was always the one with the compass," Y/N explained, her voice softening a bit at the mention of her friend before she hardened and looked up at the boy. "And seeing as that compass is in a decapitated monster's stomach, I don't think I'm going to be very useful."

Joel sighed before looking around again, nervously biting his lip as he tried to decide which way was the best to go. "Okay, well, you know what? We know we gotta head west, right? Well, let's just. . .do that," Joel muttered.

"Wow. I never would've thought of that one," Y/N snorted earning a small glare from the boy.

"I could really go for some non-sarcastic advice right about now," Joel told her while the girl chuckled. "Come on, Robin. Which way should we go?"

"I'm telling you, Joel, I have no idea. Just chose a direction and we'll go with that, okay? I'll follow you whenever you go," she assured him, her words making him still for a moment before he let out a shaky breath and looked around.

"Start with something easy," Joel muttered before finally gesturing one way. "West," he declared before beginning to walk that way, Y/N trotting along behind him.

However, they didn't go every far before Joel was turning on his feet, his hands grabbing ahold of Y/N’s shoulders to turn her around and push her back in the other direction. "Nope, it's this way," he said. "West is this way."

Once again, they didn't get far before Joel let out a sigh and came to a stop. Y/N stopped as well and looked to her best friend as he glanced around. "Shit," he muttered making the girl laugh. Joel glanced her way and the sight of her smile mixed with the sound of her laughter was enough to make him chuckle too.

"Shut up," Joel laughed, gently punching the girl's arm while she just smiled his way. His heart skipped a beat at the action and Joel had to look away, his smile not as bright but still gracing his face. "Split the difference," he finally decided as he gestured forward. "We'll go this way. Done. First decision made."

Y/N cracked her neck before hopping into place beside Joel. The boy looked to her in amusement and she just flashed him that smile of hers.

"Let's do this."

- - -

Dear Aimee,

I am doing it. I'm really doing it!

Honestly, I thought it'd be way worse too. So far, it's not too bad.

Robin makes it easy. She fills the silence with some stories of past hunting trips she's been on. Not really what I want to hear while walking through the very place that holds all the monsters she's talking about. But it's kind of impossible not to get lost in the way she tells a story. She just gets so excited and there's this sparkle in her eyes that makes you want to listen to her talk forever.

We've seen a lot of signs of death, but no actual death, so cross your fingers.

Trying to stay positive. Weather's nice. Getting some fresh air. Spending time with my best friend.

What else can I tell ya?

- - -

"You should've seen the look on Tim's face," Y/N told the boy, her body shaking with laughter as she flashed a smile Joel's way. "But how was I supposed to know that cutting off the monster's head would make bile shoot out of the hole and onto him?"

"Gross," Joel laughed, shaking his head at the girl who just chuckled at the memory. "That's why Tim came back one day and showered for like an hour."

"Yeah. And then everyone got mad at him because he was using so much water," Y/N said earning another round of laughter from the two as they walked through a bus graveyard they had stumbled upon a few minutes prior.

A comfortable silence fell among the two at that point, small smiles still on their faces as they walked through the tall grass and looked around. "Oh," Joel muttered, his arm shooting out and in front of the girl as he slowly backed away from one of the buses. "Watch out. Monster eggs."

Y/N looked at what he was talking about and grimaced before looking around them. "Where do you think the monsters that came out of those eggs went?" she questioned, continuing to glance around while Joel went behind her and began to push her forward.

"I don't really plan on sticking around to find out," Joel admitted, pushing the girl the rest of the way out of the bus graveyard before joining her by her side once again as they approached what seemed to be the remnants of an old neighborhood.

"I wonder what our houses look like now," Y/N muttered, her gaze on the house in front of them that was overrun with vines and other greenery. "You think our things are still there?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe," Joel said, but his gaze was on the ground where he could see something red sticking up off the grass. He bent down to pick the object up, a small smile appearing on his face as he wiped off the grass and realized that the object was a frisbee. "Cool," he muttered causing the girl to look his way. His eyes flickered over the faded lettering as he whispered, "Wham-O."

The words had no sooner left his mouth before the familiar screeching of a monster filled the air. Y/N reacted without hesitation, her hands flying up to grab her katanas which she had by her side within a second.

"No," Joel whispered, the disappointment of already running into a monster after not even a full day on the road almost as strong as his nerves. He subconsciously took a step closer to Y/N who was still holding her katanas up in the air, her eyes narrowed as she surveyed the area.

"We should find somewhere to take cover," Y/N finally said after realizing the monster wasn't as close as she had initially thought.

"Run and hide," Joel remembered, nodding his head slightly. He looked around for a moment before gesturing towards the house. "Hide in the house. Hide in the house."

Y/N stuffed her katanas back into their sheaths before grabbing ahold of Joel's hand. "Come on," she whispered, dragging the boy forward while he quickly stuffed the frisbee into his backpack.

They hurried to the house as quickly and as quietly as possible, only letting go of each other's hand once they reached the door that was wide open. Knowing there wasn't much room to work with the katanas inside, Y/N reached for her crossbow instead. Joel did the same and the two shared a look before slowly creeping inside.

Y/N moved towards the kitchen, her crossbow up as she looked around. Joel was behind her and she didn't pay attention to him until she heard him begin to open something up. Furrowing her eyebrows, she turned around in time to see him opening up a fridge.

A loud screech filled the air and Joel slammed the door shut before backing up as quick as possible, Y/N moving to his side with her crossbow aimed at the fridge. She momentarily glanced towards Joe who gave her a nervous smile before whispering, "I think the food's expired."

Y/N rolled her eyes at that, but her lips tugged up slightly in amusement before she slowly nudged the boy out of the kitchen. Once they were out, the two took off towards the back door and into the backyard.

They both hesitated in the middle of the yard while looking to the house to see if the monster had ended up following them. Luckily, it didn't seem to have left the fridge, so Y/N let out a small sigh of relief and returned her crossbow to the hook on her backpack.

"Pro tip about surviving monsters," Y/N began, glancing towards Joel who looked her way. "Never look in a place they could be hiding."

"But that was a refrigerator," Joel argued, his eyes wide.

"Especially refrigerators," Y/N retorted before turning and beginning to walk away. Joel stood there dumbfounded as she left, trying to process why refrigerators would be such a big hiding spot for monsters.

A bubbling sound seemed to snap the boy out of his thoughts and he furrowed his eyebrows before glancing to his left and at a small pond. He could see small bubbles rising from one area and he let out a shaky breath before whispering, "R-Robin?"

"Yes, Joel?" Y/N asked, turning to look back, but she froze at the sight of Joel staring at the pond where not one, not two, but three eyes had popped out of the water to stare at him.

The two were frozen in place as a monster began to emerge from the water. It looked as if it were the mutation of a frog, it's body similar to the amphibian, just larger, grosser and with more eyes.

"Joel," Y/N whispered, reaching up to grab her crossbow. "Back up."

The boy didn't respond, a look of stunned terror on his face as he slowly reached for his crossbow as well. His eyes were filled with tears as he looked at the monster, his throat constricting at the thought of this already being the end.

"Joel," Y/N insisted, but it was too late. The monster's tongue was already shooting towards the boy, but something flew across the air and knocked him out of the way just in time.

Y/N didn't have time to look at what jumped at Joel and reacted quickly, pulling her crossbow out as fast as she possibly could and firing at the monster without hesitation. The arrow managed to land in one of the monster's eyes and it let out a roar that made both Joel and Y/N’s eyes widen in response.

"I think you made it mad!" Joel yelled causing the girl to look his way for the first time. She faltered slightly at the sight of a dog standing atop his chest.

"Is that. . .a dog?" she questioned, her eyes wide with shock.

"Robin!" Joel exclaimed, his voice bringing her back to reality in time for her to dodge the tongue attack that was now being thrown in her direction. The dog ran towards the monster without hesitation, putting itself between Y/N and the creature as it barked.

Joel was on his feet in an instant and attempted to run towards the girl who was trying to pull herself up onto her feet after having the air knocked from her lungs. However, he didn't get far before he was thrown against the wall by a hit from the monster's tongue. He landed with a loud groan, but quickly sat up as he felt something grab ahold of his leg.

"No! No, no, no. No!" Joel cried out as he recognized the tongue of the monster which had wrapped around his ankle. He felt a small tug and began sliding across the ground, a yell escaping his lips as he began picking up speed. He was just about to reach the fallen tree in the yard when he felt a hand grab ahold of his own. Joel's eyes flew upward and he yelled out, "Y/N!"

Y/N had her jaw clenched in concentration, her hand holding on tightly to Joel's as she propped her feet against the tree trunk in order to keep them in place. They could hear the dog barking in the background, but it sounded muffled over the sound of their beating hearts and their own voices.

"Robin," Joel cried, his eyes filling with tears as he brought his other hand up to desperately latch onto hers.

"I gotcha," Y/N assured him. "You're okay." However, it seemed she spoke too soon because the edge of the trunk broke and Y/N suddenly fell forward, the two now sliding across the ground together but with some resistance since the girl was clawing at the ground.

She managed to hook her hand into a small hole in the ground and glanced back at Joel who was yelling in fear before she attempted to look around. Y/N’s eyes landed on the dog that was still barking at the creature and then she looked at the monster before letting out a sigh.

"Joel, you gotta trust me on this, okay?" Y/N asked, her words making the boy look up at her confused.

"Trust you on what?" he replied, but then she was letting go of his hand and Joel began screaming as he reached for the fallen tree.

Y/N rolled up onto her feet before pulling her katanas out of their sheaths. She ran past Joel who was still sliding across the ground towards the monster and ran at the monster at full speed.

The dog must've realized she was attacking because it ran to Joel and bit into the monster's tongue right as Y/N launched herself into the air and sliced the katanas across the monster's face. The monster roared in pain and anger, it's head thrashing to the side and hitting Y/N with so much force that she went flying towards the fence.

However, during the monster's pain and anger, it had managed to let go of Joel who scrambled to his feet. He ran over to Y/N and was quick to help her up, the girl wincing slightly and shoving her katanas back into their sheaths before shaking off the pain once she noticed the monster attempting to pull its way out of the water.

"We need to go!" Joel exclaimed, his arm wrapping around Y/N before the two ran through the hole in the fence and after the dog. They managed to make it through the hole moments before the monster went crashing through the fence and Joel held onto Y/N tighter as they ran, both of their breathing ragged as they followed the dog to who knows where.

"Wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!" Joel yelled after the dog who continued to pick up his speed. "Where are you going?"

"He's not going to answer you!" Y/N yelled before watching as the dog ran into an old bus. "There!"

Joel followed her gaze and was quick to pull her that direction, his arm still wrapped around her waist all the way there before he shoved her through the door first and hurried in after her.

The dog closed the door right behind them and Joel looked at the dog impressed as he whispered, "Whoa. Whoa, that was so cool."

They could hear the faint sound of the monster growing further away and it was only when it was gone that they finally moved. Letting out a small sigh of relief, Y/N leaned back against Joel who wrapped an arm around her shoulders and let his head rest against her own.

"We're alive," he whispered.

"Barely," Y/N muttered, the two letting out shaky breaths as they attempted to slow their breathing down.

Once they had managed to calm down some, the two let go of each other and looked down at the dog. Furrowing her eyebrows, Y/N took a step forward and looked around. Inside the bus was a makeshift home of sorts, complete with a bed for both a person and the dog, clothes, some belongings, and numerous crafts lining the inside as if someone had spent the last seven years making nothing but decorations.

"Nice place," Joel commented, looking to the dog who was now laying on his bed. "Can we sit?" The dog glanced at him and Joel looked to Y/N who shrugged. The boy watched the dog hesitantly and made a move to sit down. When the animal didn't show any sign of disagreement, Joel fully sat down. "Thanks."

Y/N walked over as well, but she kneeled down in front of the dog who looked to her with big round eyes. "Hey there, buddy," she whispered, carefully holding her hand out. The dog looked to her hand and leaned forward, sniffing her fingers for a second before licking them. Smiling, Y/N reached forward and let her fingers brush through the dog's hair. "Thank you for saving us back there. Where did you come from, huh? You got a master coming back soon?"

"Robin," Joel whispered. The girl hummed in response and looked his way only to find the boy pointing towards some dishes that looked as if they hadn't been cleaned in a really long time. Y/N instantly put two and two together before looking back at the dog who was leaning into her touch as she scratched behind his ears.

"You all alone?" Joel asked, his eyes flickering over the dog before finally looking at Y/N who he couldn't help but smile at as he watched her interact with the animal.

The dog leaned back at Joel's words and Y/N sighed before standing up and sitting down beside Joel on the bed. "Yeah, us too. I mean, we have each other, but. . .you get what I mean," Joel explained while Y/N smiled softly and placed a hand on top of the boy's.

Joel smiled back and flipped his hand over in order to hold her hand and give it a small squeeze. Feeling content with the comfort his best friend provided him, Joel began to look around until his eyes landed on some graffiti on the bus that read 'Boy.'

"Boy?" he questioned, the name instantly making the dog sit up. Joel and Y/N both shared a look before Joel looked back to the dog. "Is that your name? Boy? Your name is Boy." The dog continued to look at him and Y/N smiled softly as she leaned against Joel.

"I'm Y/N," she said. "But this one right here calls me Robin."

"And I'm Joel," the boy spoke up. "But people call me Batman."

"They do not," Y/N snorted making the boy pout.

"No one calls you Robin," Joel tried to argue.

"You call me Robin," Y/N pointed out.

Knowing he was defeated, Joel looked back to Boy before nodding at the dog. "Nice to meet ya," he said. "Like Robin said earlier. . .thanks, uh. . .thanks for saving my life, Boy."

Boy lowered his head and Y/N just watched the dog with a small smile while Joel used his free hand to pick up a red dress that was lying on the makeshift bed. "Is this a dress?" he asked. However, the words had barely left his mouth before Boy was up and pulling the dress from his grasp.

"Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Sorry," Joel said as Boy ripped the dress away and laid back down on his bed with the dress next to him. "Okay, I won't touch it again."

Y/N let her eyes flicker over Boy, frowning slightly as she realized the dress must've belonged to his owner. Thinking the same thing, Joel asked, "Was that your owner's?"

Boy didn't move and Joel glanced towards Y/N. "It's okay," Joel assured the dog. "You don't have to talk about it. Sorry."

"Did you. . .did you think one of us was her?" Y/N asked, thinking back to the way the dog had grown so protective of them. Boy didn't look at them, but he didn't have to. Y/N was pretty sure he had thought one of them was his owner coming back to him.

"I'm gonna lie down too," Joel said, letting go of Y/N’s hand to pull his backpack off. "Is that o—" The dog looked his way and Joel slowed his actions down. "No, it's okay. Just my backpack." Boy laid back down and Joel let out a small sigh as he set the backpack down. However, he paused as he glanced towards Y/N and it registered in his head that there was only one bed.

"I forgot there's only one bed. Here, you take the bed," Joel told her, already beginning to get up. "I'll just lay on the ground."

Y/N rolled her eyes and reached up to grab the boy's wrist. Joel hesitated and looked back at her while she just gave him a small smile. "We've been best friends for years, Joel. Just shut up and lay down with me," she told him. "Don't worry. I won't bite."

Y/N then gave him a small wink and stood up to take off her backpack and katanas, not noticing the way Joel's cheeks reddened slightly. Although, he wasn't completely sure why that was happening either.

With the bed obviously only being made for one person, the two both had to lay on their side. Joel got on first and leaned all the way back against the far side before opening up his arms. Y/N got in next and laid beside him, the boy freezing as she laid down before he put his arm down at his side not daring to hold the girl like he found himself wanting to.

Y/N was glad Joel couldn't see her face for she was sure she had a slight frown on her face at the fact that he hadn't even wanted to hold her. However, her thoughts were pushed aside as she felt the boy gently nudge her before pointing towards the ceiling where they could see a stuffed dog and girl pinned up next to each other.

"You know," Joel said, glancing over at Boy, "I had a girl, too, once. I mean, I have Y/N, but I'm talking about a different girl. Think you would've really liked her. Yeah, you guys would totally get along. She—She loves dogs. I mean, all animals. She's a big animal lover."

Y/N closed her eyes as the boy began to ramble, especially thankful for not having to face the boy as she listened to him talk about Aimee. Usually she was able to ignore what he was saying, but something about being this close to him, close enough that she could feel his warmth and the way his breath fanned against her neck, and having to hear him talk about another girl was more painful than ever before.

"I haven't seen her in seven years," Joel muttered after a moment of silence. "Long time. That's why I'm trying to go find her. I haven't told anyone this, but I'm kinda nervous about it."

Y/N opened her eyes at that, her face softening at the boy's words. It seemed Boy was touched by his words as well because he got up and plopped down right beside their bed, the dress still in his mouth. He closed his eyes and Y/N smiled softly before reaching down and petting the dog one more time.

"Goodnight, Boy," she whispered, Joel repeating her words while the dog let out a small whine before going to sleep.

A silence filled the room after that, but Y/N knew neither of them were able to sleep. She waited for a moment before whispering, "Are you actually nervous to see Aimee?"

Joel let out a soft sigh, his breath fanning the back of her neck before he whispered, "Yeah." He paused for a moment. "It's been seven years. What if she doesn't want to see me?"

Sighing, the girl turned around in the bed until she was facing Joel. Their faces were an inch or two apart and she noticed Joel's eyes widen slightly in surprise, but it quickly disappeared as he looked into her eyes and relaxed a bit.

Y/N’s eyes searched his own as she said, "Aimee would have to be crazy to not want to see you. You're one of the best people out there, Joel, and that was even before ninety five percent of the population was killed."

Joel smiled softly at that and looked down. "I don't know," he whispered, but the girl quickly shook her head before gently reaching out and forcing his chin up so he could look at her.

"You need to stop doubting yourself, Joel. You have such a big heart and are one of the kindest and funniest people I know. You're making one of the most romantic gestures just daring to take this journey to see her. If she doesn't want to see you, then there's something wrong with her. Trust me. All you need to do is stay calm. Everything will work out in the end," she assured him, smiling softly as she caressed his cheek once with her thumb.

Joel couldn't speak as he looked at her, his eyes flickering over her face for a moment as he tried to process all that she had just said. He couldn't help but notice the rapid beating of his heart. Seeing as it was feeling he had never experienced around the girl before, Joel pushed it aside as nothing but fear of a monster attacking while they slept. But still. . .there was something about the feeling that was familiar. He just couldn't put his finger on it.

Y/N was turning around before Joel could think anymore about it, nestling into the pillow as she closed her eyes. "Besides," she muttered, "your ass dragged me out of that bunker and I'm not about to let you have second thoughts or I'll kill you before any of these monsters can."

Joel chuckled softly at that, his whole body relaxing just because of the girl's presence. He stared at the back of her head for a moment, his eyes trailing down her form before he reached out and slowly let his arm wrap around her waist. Y/N responded by leaning backwards and into his chest while the boy pulled her closer to him and let his face nestle into the crook of her neck.

Y/N smiled softly as her eyes fluttered close once again, a sigh escaping her lips as she whispered out, "Goodnight, Joel."

"Goodnight, Robin."

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My review of 2020

Or: I say thank you.

First of all, sorry for the long post 😅. You guys know I don'tike long posts without a "read more under the line". But I nade the post with my mobile phone.... Aaaaaaaanyway. Also sorry for all the tags. I hope I don't annoyed someone with it <~<. So let's continue:

I think this year has been a particularly difficult year for everyone. As 2020 is drawing to a close, I mentally let the year pass again.

The bottom line is that I have to say that 2020 was turbulent for me, but not necessarily bad. Much good, but also bad, has happened. And I want to start with the bad things right away.

At the beginning of the year, my depression and eating disorder relapsed. I've always had trouble talking about it because I know my friends can't handle this issue. I felt pressured because they wanted to do things with me, but I couldn't. So I withdrew completely, hiding my emotions and wearing a mask.

At that time I created this blog. At first I didn't want to create my own content, just follow the content of @ladycibia, @hogwartsmystory and @kyril-hphm. Incidentally, that is also the reason why I call these 3 blogs the Big Three. So it's their fault that I'm here. Lol.

And then the first Hyops message came at the end of March. A very good friend of mine got Corvid-19 and lost the battle against the disease a few days later. I still remember how the news pulled the floor from under my feet. It feels like I completely lost faith in everything and I started to realize how dangerous this year could be. 

But life goes on and so I visited a friend and her family in early July. It was the anniversary of her husband's death, who was also a very good friend of mine. He died of cancer last year and I couldn't go to his funeral. So I wanted to stop by on the day he died. I actually thought I could do it. But when you read a friend's name on a tombstone for the first time.. Guys, that's a punch in the stomach like no other and I can't really describe how it feels. I had made up my mind not to cry in front of his wife or children because it was hard enough for them. Didn't work.

And of course this year meant to go one better.

Another friend of mine died of the virus in mid-August, leaving behind a wife and a child. Again, I was unable to attend the funeral. And to be honest, it still bothers me way more I want to admit. In two years I lost three wonderful people who meant a lot to me and I couldn't say goodbye to any of them. When I see the three of them again after my death, you can be sure I'll kick their butts for it.

But August was the worst month for me in many ways. In addition to the death of my buddy, my father's family also volunteered. And that means only one thing - trouble.  And properly. I haven't had contact with this family for over 12 years for good reason. Now one person from this family has passed away. And first of all, I don't really care if anyone of them would die. I don't even know the person who passed away. But I wasn't told either by my grandmother or my father. So my deadline to cancel the inheritance has expired. Of course it was debts. You have to know that the inheritance rights of my country are very complicated. The reason my father or grandmother didn't tell me about it was because they didn't want to bother with the paperwork. They always had the opportunity to contact me via Facebook or my half-sister. But that would mean work for them. And while I was walking from lawyer to lawyer to court to court, I was allowed to hear sayings from my grandmother that I apparently have achieved nothing in my life. Nice to know that some people never change. I'm still struggling with this matter to this day and will probably not be able to fully clarify this until the beginning of 2021.

At the end of October everything seemed to be taking its revenge and I passed out at a friend's house. Nobody knows exactly what happened until today, but my friend took me to the hospital where I had to stay one night. That was Halloween. And I'm such a big fan of hospitals hahahaha hahahaha. After that I was allowed to wear an ECG for 2 weeks and it turned out that my heart values ​​had deteriorated. Why not. Let's just take everything with us this year!

Rounding out the negatives this year was my (as a teenager) best friend's suicide. I have to say that I haven't had any contact with this person for 9 years. However, it is the one who cut herself in her youth and then called me afterwards because she didn't know what to do. It was also the one I tried to get into therapy for 2 years. But her mother was always against it. And it was exactly this mother who was standing in my mother's shop, telling her about her daughter's suicide and that I was probably in the farewell letter. I don't know exactly what it said, but the mother now blames me for her daughter's suicide. And do you know what's craziest about the whole thing? I agreed with her! I really thought it was my fault because I knew how sick my former friend was. Yet I was the one who ended the friendship (for many reasons that had nothing to do with her depression). And I still wonder what would have happened if I had acted differently.

But enough of the negative things! A lot of nice things happened this year too. Among other things, I have found a new job within my group, earn more money and have pleasant working hours. I've renovated my apartment and I've started saving money on a new one. My two nieces are now going to school and I am a proud aunt. My male best friend and his girlfriend (my best harry potter friend) are pregnant and are expecting their first child soon and my mother's health is better.

But one of the best things that happened to me this year is this blog.

I already mentioned that I actually only created this blog to stalk the Big Three. I didn't want my own content at all. But I discovered more and more blogs and these incredibly great MCs that I thought I wanted to do whole too. And so Samantha O'Connell was born.

I received so much great support and encouragement on this platform. I don't think many people even realize how much that means to me. Especially this year.

I have also found great and lovable people here, some of whom I also call my friends. Even if we come from other countries, speak other languages ​​and may never see each other in real life, you are my friends and I am grateful to know you.

@annabelle-tanaka-official : I'll start with you of course! XD on tumblr you are just my best friend. I don't write as much with anyone as I do with you. You are such an incredibly talented person and so warm hearted! Over the year we have invented so many insiders that soon nobody will know what we mean.  Be it the monster hug, or that my cats are your spies or our many RP scenarios, which I really enjoy and which always make me laugh. I thank you for that!! I love you so much and I am so glad that we are friends! *minster hug*

@lunasilvermorny / @lunasilvermore : you are next to you !!! XD the next person I write to almost every day. What started with a little conversation about among us has turned into a friendship. I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to streaming with you next year (and this year)!!! You are such a good listener that strengthens me. Your support is so nice of you too! Just the fact that you have subscribed to my YouTube channel xD (because of the language I even have an idea). I'm looking forward to the next year with you! Thank you so much for dealing with my craziness and still likes me! 

@kyril-hphm : muahahahaha. You can't escape me !!! Yes, what should I say? One of my big three even made friends with me. One of my Senpais noticed me! And then it's a lovely fluffy marshmallow! I still think it's funny  that we have such similar circuits and hearts! Nevertheless you are an incredibly honest, loving and talented person. I've never told you before, but sometimes I stare (for 20 minutes +) at your drawings to improve my style (just not working so far). You are an honest person and I am happy every time we talk, or when you react to my content. I would like to say thank you for that too! You are great and you can trust yourself more.

@carewyncromwell : my Chinese fireball, my Disney princess. Yes, for me you exude the aura of a Disney princess and nothing can change my mind. So! You were one of the first friends I made here on tumblr and one of the first to write with me! I still remember how proud and nervous I was back then! Just when I was in the hospital on Halloween and couldn't sleep that night, you kept texting me and distracting me from my fear. That means a lot to me. You are such a creative and lovable person too. Ah, that's just amazing. Your comments or hashtags always make me grin or laugh. Thank you for all your support and help!

@catohphm : my fluffier Ravenclaw brother!!! Of course you can't be missing either. I also write with you almost every day and I thank you from the bottom of my heart for all your kind words and your support. I just love the energy between Samantha and Cato. And it's always fun to write RP with you!  Thank you for being such a lovely and kind person!

@mira-shard : MIRAAAAAAA! It's kind of funny how long we've basically walked next to each other without talking to each other. And now I don't want to miss you anymore! You are such a fun and happy person. Writing with you is just fun! I also love your cosplay photos. Someday I'll come to visit you, and then we'll do cosplay shootings together until the camera bleeds! I would also like to thank you for your support and your kindness. 

@sirfluffig : ha. I hope you didn't think you were escaping me! Where should I start with you? Maybe that you were one of the first to give me such lovely feedback on Samantha? Or this super funny stream and that you helped me to stream in English? Or just like that, when we talk about our MCs or pen and paper. It's definitely always fun. I want to thank you for that and I'm looking forward to playing together again soon (get Among us)

@nightrhea-hphm : * run into you in slowmotion * Night! My wonderful supportive Gremlin! I've grown very fond of them over the years. And your support and feedback are just amazing. I also love the friendship between Night and Samantha. I think it's very similar to ours, right? You are also such an incredibly creative and lovable person. You make you feel like it's ok to be who you are. Thank you!

Of course there are many, many more like @rosievixen, @wangxianforever000 , @mollydarling-hphm , @morningstarinwinter , @hogwarts9, @hphm-brooke , @raymondhope-writer , @nikyiscreepy , @immagrosscandy , @mizutoyama , @ariparri-hphm and many many more.

I want to thank you all for your encouragement, support and feedback. You are the reasons why I am adding more and more details to this blog, why I dared to start with the fan comic and many more. 

It's still so amazing for me to meet so many talented, creative, kind and funny people. 

This year showed me again that life isn't just black or white. Life is Grey. Good things and bad things happen. Sometimes one side more than the other side. But as long we are taking the next step, life wl continues. Just keep in mind, as like you support me, I want to support you. So if you ever wanna talk, no matter what, remember you guys can always contact me. 

I'm really looking forward to next year and already have so many plans. I can not wait any longer. Enjoy the last days of the year, stay safe and most important: they the way you are guys! 

Love you all so much. 

#My end of the year thank you #Personal #Ooc #My year 2020 #God my heart beating so fast #Don't know why but these post makes me nervous #Very personal #Cry counter while writing this: 4 #Yeah so adult xD #Like I care #Hope you all enjoyed the Christmas holidays #Love you all #Such a great community #Never saw this before #💙❤️💚💛

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BUMMER SUMMER || peter parker; ch seven

read ch six here

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an; you guys, i hit 100 followers. that’s crazy. 100 may seem like a bitch ass number compared to other accounts, but i couldn’t be more proud. thank you!! i hope you continue to enjoy this story and leave feedback.

warnings; mentions of battle wounds (i.e. blood/scars/etc), future smut, mature language, fluff, angst, both peter and oc are 18+!!

word count; 5.1k+

edie's pov

i tried to help peter clean up, but he wasn't having any of it. so i was left to my own devices while he scrambled to get everything in order. after he leaves the room for the first time, i try to stand up. i wrap the blanket around my body and move towards to edge of the bed. everything is going just fine until i put weight onto my legs and attempt to take a step. my feet crumble beneath me and i snap a hand up to my mouth to stifle any noise that threatens to come from the pain. so for a while, i just sit. on the floor. waiting for peter to come back.

when footsteps sound off from down the hall, i brace myself for whatever reprimand i'm going to get from peter, but what comes through the door makes me sigh with relief and choke up with fear. not the kind of fear you get from jump scares or creepy noises, but the kind of fear you get when you know you've been a disappointment.

"what the hell are you doing on the floor?" tony asks as he waltzes over to help me up. his voice is unreadable. i let him wrap an arm around my upper back and lift me up onto the bed, but i'm too afraid to say anything. he pulls a chair over to sit in front of me and he rests there awaiting an answer, but i choose to avoid it altogether.

"where's peter?" i ask shyly. yeah, it's a good way to change the topic, but a part of me really does want to know.

tony raises one eyebrow and pauses to take in my features before replying, "i told the kid to stay out of the room until i got here. he's sitting in the living room like a lost puppy."

my head tilts at his words. why would he do that? wouldn't he want peter here with me?

"i wanted to talk to you without mr. parker in the room. and when i ask you this- i don't want you to think about him when you answer, got it?" i nod my head reluctantly, and he continues on with a sigh, "kid, do you wanna go home?"

"w-what? no! absolutely not." my insides tense up at the thought of being sent home after only a couple of weeks. mr. stark said he needed me here, why is he trying to send me home?

"just listen to me, okay? you've already gotten hurt for reasons i don't understand. and... i gotta be honest- i don't want to send you home, but i don't want you going back out there either."

"what happens to peter if you send me back?" my question comes out as a whisper, i want to challenge him somehow. surely he won't take this away from peter too. tony just sighs and shakes his head.

"don't worry about him right now. what we need to talk about is if you're-" i cut him off.

"you're going to send him home too." i accuse, borderline horrified at the idea, "how could you do that? you know how much this means to him." i take in a sharp breath of air as pain shoots up and down my side. it's silent for a few seconds.

"i don't want any of that. who else am i gonna have to protect all my toys?" he asks with a playful smile, but i know he's still hesitant about all of this, "i'll cut you a deal, alright?" i nod, "you don't go out until you are one hundred percent healed up. let peter handle all that. and i'm making happy stay here until you're ready to patrol again."

i immediately shake my head in protest, "happy hates babysitting! don't make him do that!" i plead, trying to pull the guilt card for happy's sake- and to be honest, i don't want anyone worrying about me and watching over my shoulder until i'm better, "peter can look after me. he got me this far." i say lightly, trying to make the situation a little less of a bummer.

tony takes in my features again, analyzing my words. he brings his fingers up to pinch the bridge of his nose, but to my luck he eventually nods his head.

"fine, fine. but you'll keep me updated on your recovery and only go out again when i say so, alright?" he bargains once again. this time i take his deal and nod my head with a smile. tony slaps his knees once and stands up.

"now lay back down and rest, young lady. i'll be expecting an update when you get up." tony says with a playful twinge to his words, but i know he's completely serious. before he's entirely out of the room, my mouth begins to move before i even realize it, "you know, peter does take good care of me."

i don't know why i just said that.

tony stops by the door and takes once last look around the room, "yeah, yeah," he pauses, "i know he does." and with that, he's gone.

-

it didn't take me long to fall asleep after mr. stark left. my body was tired and weak after working to heal as fast as it could. if only i was peter and i could heal on my own.

when i wake up, i panic slightly when i can't see anything. the light of the room is subdued and i can't even make out the ceiling above me. i move a hand to my face to find a piece of paper. it's taped to my forehead and covers my entire face. i peel it off and take in the messy handwriting scrawled across the page.

'left for patrol. mr. stark said to set out some fancy healing cream for you. it's next to your bed. he also said to leave it on for 5 minutes at most cause blah blah i don't remember why. be back before you know it -peter'

at the end of the note by his name, there's a faint 'x' next to it. the letter had been hastily erased, but my stomach jumps at the gesture. i wish he didn't feel like he had to erase it.

i fold the note carefully and set it on the cart next to my bed, next to that is the cream i assume he was talking about. i look over the text on the tube and read the directions. on the back it says something about enhanced cell regeneration, remove after five minutes, and does not diminish the appearance of scars.

i swallow thickly, nervous about applying this weird stuff to my skin. my fingers slowly twist the cap open and i squeeze a small amount onto my hand. the cream is clear and almost jelly-like as i rub it along my side. it stings at first, making me inhale with clenched teeth, but almost instantly it numbs my entire side along with my hand.

i'm afraid to keep it on my hand so i hop out of the bed and walk over to the sink to wash it off. only then does it occur to me that i hopped out of bed and walked over here. thank goodness for tony stark and his high tech, well, everything.

looking in the little mirror above the sink, i take in my tired appearance- complete with bags under my eyes and sunken cheeks. it's hard to look at myself this way, i have never fallen so low. i have never been hurt so badly before.

i just rest my now wet hands against the sides of the sink and let my head drop. i take notice i'm still in my bra and underwear, but since i'm alone at the moment i'm not worried about being seen. my cheeks do flush at the idea of peter seeing me this way, clad only in a dark purple bra and mismatched pale blue underwear.

after what feels like five minutes, i grab a hand towel and wet it under the running water of the faucet. the numbing properties of the cream are working surprisingly well- i don't feel anything as i wipe it away and wash it off.

still, my heart drops at the sight of the scar, now partially healed, but still red and angry. the line of it is jagged and violent looking. with hesitant fingers i run them along the length of it. it's horrible and ugly and for the first time in a long time- i feel ashamed. i now have to sport a scar for the rest of my life, one that i never saw coming.

i force myself to look away and tuck my hair behind my ears. my hair is riddled with sweat and it sticks to my neck, making me yearn for a shower. i let my feet carry me to the bathroom connected to my room. there i make the decision to take a bath instead when i spot the bubble bath under the sink.

after preparing everything, i slide my remaining clothes off and slip into the hot water of the tub. the bubbles are already everywhere and they easily cover the surface of the water. i close my eyes and let out a sigh.

my thoughts drift to peter, and i let myself think of him. i know something is going on inside his head, and i know it's because of me. it tugs on my heart every time he avoids or ignores me even during the slightest of encounters. i never wanted our friendship to turn into this and it bugs me beyond belief that i can't figure out why it's happening.

my eyes shoot open when i hear my name being called throughout the compound, followed by the sounds of something crashing. i sit up in the water and wait for it to stop sloshing around so that i can listen closer.

"edie?! oh my god mr. stark is going to kill me. i'll be dead by morning- edie! where are you?" it's peter, and from what i can tell he's freaking out, obviously. i let out a sigh of relief and call out to him.

"i'm in my room! it's okay, peter." the loud noises stop at my bedroom door.

"oh thank goodness. c-can i come in?" he asks, out of breath. i take in my current position— very naked and taking a bath; but covered completely by bubbles.

still a little hesitant and increasingly nervous, i call out again, "uh yeah. come in."

before the last words leave my mouth, a loud crunch and thud comes from the front of my room. i can barely see it through the crack of the bathroom door, but i know something is broken. it's silent for a hot second.

"um. oh yikes. i, uh, broke your door. not on purpose though! but it is, uh, not on the hinges anymore." he utters nervously. i can't help but laugh.

"what? who knew you were sooooo strong!" i tease, stretching out the words. some shuffling comes from my room.

"wait, where are you? what's going on?" his confused voice make me giggle. ew, giggle? really? i stifle the thought and take on a serious face.

"i'm in the bathroom, parker. stop freaking out." i reply, not at all annoyed despite my words and tone.

the shuffling behind the door stops, "you're pooping? and talking to me at the same time?" peter asks hesitantly. okay, now i’m annoyed.

"no you dipshit, im taking a bath. and everyone poops by the way, there's a children's book about it!" i yell. most of the time his innocent demeanor is endearing, but right now it's just making both of us uncomfortable.

suddenly the door creaks open wider and peter pops his head in the room, one hand covering his eyes. he still has his mask on and i roll my eyes. what is it with this boy and wearing his mask all the time?

"i just wanna make sure you're okay...a-are you okay?" he asks with a shaky voice. i can't help but smile at how nervous he is, but then again, so am i.

clearing my throat, i speak, "you can move your hand. i'm covered by, uh bubbles." peter slowly parts his fingers and peeks at me through them.

"hi." he whispers from the door.

"hi, peter." i whisper back.

he lowers his hand down to his side and steps completely into the spacious bathroom. he shuffles for a moment and decides on leaning against the doorframe with one arm up by his head. i eye him up and down, trying to get a feel for what is going through his head. he looks ridiculous standing in my bathroom, still clad in his spiderman suit that clings to his body like a second skin. it outlines the muscles in his arms, chest, and legs- truly not leaving much to the imagination. i feel my cheeks flush.

then for the second time that day, words are coming out of my mouth without my permission, "do you wanna sit?" i pull my hand out from beneath the water and tap the edge of the tub. the eyes on peter's mask widen and his arm slips from its position on the door frame. i just smile at him, despite my brain kicking me for saying anything at all.

to my surprise, he nods and settles himself on the edge of the tub down by my legs.

he whispers again, "hi."

a rush of heat floods my body at his new position and it's my turn to stutter, "hi." i'm suddenly all too aware of just how naked i am, only a thin layer of bubbles separating peter's eyes from seeing every bit of my body. and a tiny part of me doesn't hate the idea. an even smaller part wonders if peter is thinking the same thing.

"i'm glad you're okay." he says, a soft confidence laced within his words. his hand comes up to rest by my shoulder on the tub, just barely touching my skin. i nod my head and look down at the suddenly very interesting bubbles. i forgot that peter was the one who caught me when i fell in through the doors. he was the one to take care of me while we waited for mr. stark to arrive. he was the one who had to watch me bleed. with that thought, i look back up at him and gently rest my head on his hand, happy to find his eyes on mine.

"take your mask off peter." i whisper, still feeling foggy inside my head.

he shakes his head, "no."

"no?" my eyes widen at his words.

"no, e."

"come on, pete. it's not like i haven't see you before. what's the big deal?" as i say this i lean up in the water and stretch my hand to graze the edge of his mask. just as i'm about to pull it upwards and off his head, peter grabs my wrist roughly and holds it in his hand.

"if i take my mask off, all of this becomes much more real...and i don't want to see you like this." he says and looks away from my gaze. my stomach drops and i pull my hand away from his grip. all the comfort and confidence is instantly replaced with horrible, ugly nerves.

"what do you mean 'like this'? what- you can't look at me now? is it the scar? or is it because i invited you in and god forbid i'm naked under all these fucking bubbles? you didn't have you come in here, parker." my heart hurts and i spit out his name like it's venom on my lips. i can't stop my mind from reeling. peter looks at me and scoffs.

"you really don't get it, do you?" he questions as he stands up from his spot.

i sit up farther in the water, eyes glaring into his, "get what?"

his eyes widen as he rushes to put both his hands on my shoulders, shoving me back down into the water with unnecessary force. my head hits the back wall as water sloshes out of the tub, "for fucks sake, edie, cover yourself up!" his voice booms and i stay put. then it dawns on me. does he think-?

"i wasn't trying to-" i plead but he cuts me off.

"it's not that i don't want- fuck!" he pulls his mask off his head and stares at me with fiery eyes, "i do want to..." then he makes a growling noise that comes from the back of his throat, "what do you want me to say? what am i supposed to think coming in here?" he rambles on. i draw my eyebrows together and sink down into the water even more.

"i wasn't trying anything, peter. i-i'm sorry if you got the wrong idea," i whisper, defeated by how this whole thing is turning out. my head throbs from hitting the wall of the tub and my heart hurts from peter's words.

"yeah. okay, edie. i'll see you in the morning." and with that, he walks out of the bathroom, leaving his mask on the edge of the sink, the eyes glaring back at me.

my vision becomes blurry. just the idea of him thinking those things about me is enough to make me shut down completely. i stand up and step out of the tub, bubbles still clinging to my body. i walk over to the full-length mirror and my eyes lock on the scar. it looks the same as before, ugly, and a single tear runs down my chin.

peter's pov

i'm so unbelievably angry with myself. i can feel every part of my body on fire due to the complete and utter rage coursing through it. when people say they're so angry they see red, they aren't lying. there’s no way to erase what just happened between edie and i. the look on her face and the fast beat of her heart will forever be burned into my head. but above all my anger, that one thing i feel the most, is fear.

the fear i’ve ruined my relationship with edie all together because i'm too much of a coward to speak the truth. the fear that she now sees me as someone who would think those awful and cruel things about her. the fear that she thinks i don't want her just because of a scar.

none of it is true. sitting there, inches from her body made my head spin and my heart jump around my chest. i wanted to touch her, to feel her soft skin underneath my fingers as they danced down her neck and shoulders. instead, i panicked and said things so far from the truth.

i discard my suit and stand in the annoying thong that mr. stark insisted i wear to avoid having a visible panty line. he said it would be more embarrassing to have that than wear a goddamn thong. whatever, it doesn't even matter now. my brain is practically swimming in my head and making me sick to my stomach. i strip completely and prepare myself for a cold shower.

-

the next morning is quiet. i wake up earlier than usual for no good reason. maybe my brain just doesn't wanna give me the satisfaction of sleep. i step out of bed and tug a pair of sweatpants on over my hips along with a white t-shirt over my head. taking a deep breath, i make my way to the kitchen for some sort of breakfast, coming up with toast and a glass of orange juice.

my thoughts drift to edie, probably fast asleep in her bed. i hope she got to sleep last night, after everything that happened. that's the least she deserves.

something in my gut twists and i'm overwhelmed with the need to do something about this shitty situation. i'm fucking tired of walking on eggshells and making things worse, none of this is worth it.

with a deep breath, i allow my feet to carry me across the hardwood floors to edie's room with a glass of orange juice in my hand. the door is still off the hinges from when i ripped off accidentally. and there she is, sitting on her bed with a book in her hands. she looks peaceful and for a second it loosens the knot in my chest.

i clear my throat, "orange juice?" i extend my hand with the glass towards her.

her head snaps up and she meets my gaze. with an unreadable expression on her face, she sets the book down in her lap and gently closes the cover. my arm starts to shake from holding it still for too long and i pull it back to my chest. her head tilts the slightest bit at me, her eyes wandering over my body.

i shiver under her watch, suddenly extremely self-conscious about my clothes and my hair and the small pimple forming on my chin and-

"will you go to the store and get me some paint?" she asks, her question throws me off, "i can't stand these blank walls anymore. i'm thinking a soft yellow color will do just fine," she finishes. i bob my mouth like a fish and can only nod my head at her.

before i go to leave the room, she makes one more request, "leave the orange juice?” there is the smallest hint of a smile on her lips, and that’s enough for me.

edie's pov

when peter got back from the store, i had just finished the book i started last night. with no intention of sleeping, i pulled it out of the suitcase i had yet to unpack and got comfortable on the bed. just as i set it down, peter skid to a halt right outside my doorframe.

out of breath, he says, "i got two gallons of paint and a couple of brushes and those wheely things and...uh here." he holds the buckets of paint and bags out in front of him.

i smile at the boy. after last night's events, i've come to a conclusion; everything that happened up to that point was just a weird fluke in our friendship. all the strange feelings and awkward glances could be boiled down to one thing; us being alone in the compound. it was just hormonal teenage tendencies and it's truly nothing to worry about. every one of my feelings were just the result of built up emotions that showed themselves in weird ways. things can go back to normal now.

"thanks, pete. could you help me pull the bed away from the wall?" i chirp at him. for a second it seems like he's frozen in place, then a smile spreads across his face and he lets out a breathy little laugh.

"uh, yeah. of course." he replies and grasps the opposite side of the bed that i'm on. with a simple tug, the frame scrapes across the floor and comes to rest in the middle of the room. we both stand up straight and his eyes meet mine, he smiles wider.

"alrighty, let's get going then, yeah?" i huff out. with that, we each pour out paint into our respective pans and get to work. i take the south two walls and peter claims the north. i find myself enjoying the silence that falls between us.

every once in a while, i feel his eyes on me. i know when the other side of the room is completely silent, he's watching me. it doesn't bother me, i know he must feel bad about last night. that person wasn't peter and i know that. i just hope he'll forgive himself.

when i get to the parts of the wall i can't reach, i drag a stool in from the kitchen to stand on. unfortunately, it isn't enough height to allow me access to the top of the high ceiling. with a huff, i hop down and look around my room for something else to use. peter has turned his attention back to his side of the room and seems to be having a much easier time reaching the top, he’s much farther along than i am too.

after finding nothing else that could help, i climb back up on the stool and stand on my tiptoes, stretching as far as i can, giving me just enough height to get the job done. i smile at my victory and continue with a sense of pride. throughout this whole time, not one thought drifted to the scar on my side.

peter's pov

she looks beautiful, her frame stretching to reach the remaining white spots on the wall. i just finished the first coat on my side of the room when i set my paint roller down and stand back to admire her. the cotton fabric of her shirt is riding up her side, showing enough skin to let me see a part of her scar. i haven't seen it since it was first being mended back together by the fancy laser pen. it looks a lot better than it did, without the blood and all.

yet, it's still hard to look at. the line of it stretches along a good portion of her body. the marred skin still red and bruises are starting to form around the edges. my mind flashes back to the feeling of her in my arms when she collapsed, then to the sight of her in the tub. two contrasting events that made my feelings for her change.

edie's pov

"gotcha bitch!" i yell in triumph as i finally reach a part of the wall i was working on longer than i'd like to admit. the victory doesn't last long though as i survey the remaining sections of white. hiding my annoyance, i hop off the stool and move it to a new area, heart set on staying positive during these...trying times.

i'm back to painting for a few minutes and the other side of the room has gone silent again. i try to hide the small smirk that creeps along my lips, knowing what the silence entails. i know i vowed to forget everything that happened last night, but i'm growing to like the new attention from peter, whatever it may mean. i continue painting.

warm fingers brush against my exposed side and my body flinches at the contact, causing the wandering fingers to pull back. i squeeze my eyes shut and lower my hand holding the paintbrush. i don't want to turn my head. i don't want to move at all, but knowing the fingers belong to peter gives me a sense of relief, he's just curious. so i let him be.

peter slowly lifts my shirt ever so slightly and places one finger at the top of my scar, right under my ribcage. he drags it down along the jagged line, slow enough i'm not even sure it’s actually happening. his fingers feel nice on my hot skin, making my body shiver. he continues to run a single finger around the outline of the wound. every time he reaches my hip, his touch lingers just the tiniest bit longer.

this is okay. he's just curious. it isn't scary, it's...nice.

when he presses his lips to my skin, my heart explodes. i want to stop him, to tell him he doesn't have to do this. he doesn't have to touch me this way. i don't want him to touch me this way.

oh, but that would be a lie.

"peter..." i whisper, hands shaking along with my legs that still stand on the stool.

he trails soft, wet kisses down my side and hums a 'yes' at the sound of his name. each kiss is placed delicately on the edge of the scar, following the sharp line of it.

"what are you...?" i trail off when he lets out a soft hush between kisses. my head is reeling and my heart is beating faster than i ever thought possible. once peter reaches my hip, i force myself to slowly turn my body towards him. he's now eye level with my torso and i tentatively slide my fingers through his soft hair. he tilts his head up to look at me with his warm brown eyes. he wraps his arms around my body hesitantly and rests his hands on the small of my back.

"hi." he whispers sheepishly.

i let out a sound that can only be described as a sad laugh that got caught in my throat. i'm simply beyond words as i just stare down at the sweet boy with the widest, brightest smile i can manage. he breaks our gaze and peppers more kisses across my stomach. his touch is so gentle, so soft and careful.

"so so beautiful," he mumbles each word between every perfectly placed kiss. his lips linger in all the right spots, igniting a fire in my belly- among other places. the feeling is intoxicating. he is intoxicating. i want more. more of him and his sweet words.

i grab his fingers and thread them through my own. his lips break away from my skin and he peers up at me again, the smallest smile on his face. he takes my hands and wraps them around his neck, then he does something that throws me off my feet, literally. his hands slide down my body to take hold of my thighs and with one quick motions he lifts my feet off of the stool, making a gasp rise from my throat. peter lowers me down to his level and taps my legs with his fingers, whispering a soft come here, prompting me to wrap them around his waist.

i suck in a deep breath, staring into his dark eyes, "what is going on?" i ask in disbelief. he lets out a deep chuckle and kisses my forehead as he simply shakes his head. i furrow my brows at him.

he carries me over to the bed, still in the middle of the room and sits down on the edge, holding me tight in his lap. i'm in awe at his strength. and the way he treats me like the most precious thing in the world. peter leans forward and rests his forehead against mine. after a few long seconds, he whispers gentle words against my lips,

“i’ve wanted to do this ever since we got to this stupid compound.”

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[cancerbiophd]

Hey Julia, I have both a scientific and I guess personal/self-confidence question. I'm a first year grad student and my knowledge base is still quite narrow. When reading a paper, how do you distinguish between an experiment that was sloppily done and just not understanding why they did things the way they did? My group was assigned to present on a paper and we found numerous flaws/stuff that just didn't seem to pass a basic sniff test. (1/4)

While discussing it, I kind of led the charge on “Holy shit there are so many things wrong with this” and my groupmates agreed and found some odd things as well, but I wonder if we just got carried away? By basic sniff test I mean stuff like: only having 2 mice for an elaborate experiment but measuring them multiple times to increase the n so they could do stats (my instinct is this is wrong and confuses technical and biological replicates but I know some people do it), injecting mice with a viral vector but not injecting an empty vector into a control, surgical intervention w/o a mock, graphs where the means don’t look too different and there’s high variation but the p is very low, unconventional stat tests when there’s a more “obvious” one (makes me wonder if the obvious one didn’t give significance), doing 3 diff treatments on the same mouse at diff times then treating the measurements of outcomes from those treatments independently, etc. It looked like there was so much questionable stuff that it’s almost unbelievable to me which is part of why I’m doubting myself. It’s a pre-print and hasn’t been published despite being on bioRxiv for 1+ yr, but I know lots of good articles languish under review. We’re planning on talking to our prof to better understand it/clarify whether these are red flags or just us not understanding but I’m scared of appearing arrogant/like I’m critiquing something I just don’t understand.

Hi anon!

Whoooooo babEY that is an. Interesting paper for sure. 

But firstly, to answer your question:

Q: How does one distinguish between an experiment that was sloppily done vs just not understanding the experimental design?

A: Basically gaining more experience in experimental design/research and knowledge of the field. It’s gonna take time and effort and trial and error and having a mentor to walk you through stuff (hence why journal clubs are great!). One piece of concrete actionable advice I do have is if you find anything in a paper that seems odd, try to find a similar design in other (reputable) papers and see what they did, aka gauging what’s “standard in the field”. If something conflicts (and there are always conflicts in research as we learn more and more each day), try to come up with your own conclusion, being as un-biased as possible. 

And be picky while reading papers! Honestly, when I read papers, I treat everything with skepticism until proven otherwise. Science is a tool created by inherently flawed humans to understand nature, and the process is similar to a murder trial with a gazillion potential suspects and a gazillion more murder weapons. The evidence to convict suspect A and weapon B has to be really really robust to convince the jury. My PI’s PI’s (grand-PI?) method for reading papers is as follows: He reads the title first, then goes straight to the figures and figure legends, and then he formulates his own conclusions based off those data alone, before seeing if it agrees with the authors’. He warns that reading what the authors write may bias the reader towards possibly wrong conclusions. 

As for those specific points from the paper you pointed out–I agree with you that those all do seem questionable, even having not read the paper personally myself. Your group is right to discuss those, and it’s great that you’re going to talk to a professor for clarification! 

A point I have to mention here before closing off: so my understanding of BioRxiv is that it’s also a space to get casual feedback from peers before the formal peer-review process. A “pre-print” by definition is something that hasn’t gone through the formal review process yet, so I would expect some papers to be in a “works in progress” mode. This article seems like it may still very much be in those preliminary stages (hopefully!); maybe the data were gathered for a poster or grant proposal, and the authors decided to throw it in BioRxiv for more feedback/put down their flag on this specific experimental design. Therefore, I would suggest looking at the paper with that paradigm in mind–I would frame my thought process as “this is wrong as of now, but the authors could make it more robust by doing xyz”. This broader application would also be a great training exercise to gain that experimental-design-experience I was talking about earlier. 

Hope this helps! And if you want, let me know what your professor says about the paper; I’m really curious as to its actual status (casual pre-print vs has it actually been accepted for publication?).

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