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#but i’m only on the third day so idk if he kept the map up
mellohimelody · 3 years
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hmmm i wonder if purpled’s map of the old smp that he made on like his third day is still up- it would be interesting to compare it to eret’s recent map
#this is like an open question btw- if ya know if the maps still up or if it was taken down you can reply!!#i’m very slowly making my way through purpled’s smp vods#i’m thoroughly enjoying them#but i’m only on the third day so idk if he kept the map up#it would also be an interesting sort of parallel- purpled’s ufo.. an old building made with excitement for a future on the server with a-#-map that shows how everything once was (before the big wars.. before all of this carnage) vs eret’s museum.. built as a sort of memorial-#-to the past.. with a map that shows the current rough state of everything#i dunno i just think it’d be cool#ash rambles#mellohi-posting#purpled#dsmp#dream smp#idk eret’s tag#eret#also consider purpled’s map from like a fanfic pov#his ufo is dusty with disuse- one can easily tell that purpled’s been gone for a while. one might wonder why.. and where he’s gone. maybe-#-they’d realize that purpled hasn’t been seen around for a long time. maybe they’d just brush it off and move on.#the map’s pinned up to the wall by space-themed pins. it’s a bit torn around the edges.. and there’s small doodles in the corners.. but one-#-can still read the map easily. they stare at it.. their eyes carefully avoiding the drawings and other signs that a hopeful kid had been-#-the one to make this. no one wants a reminder of their shortcomings.. and one could certainly see their failure to make this child happy-#-and loved as such. after another moment.. they pull the map down and roll it up (carefully.. ever so carefully. it’s a piece of-#-history.. after all) and put it in their bag. they decide that if they couldn’t help the child who had created the map.. they could at-#-least immortalize the memory. / it shows up in the museum the next day.#anyway i might actually write a full one shot abt that cause it sounds cool#and also cause i’m a c!purpled Stan even though he has like two minutes of content#fksbfjsb
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meph1stophelian · 3 years
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Can I have my sweater back?/ F.W.
Fred Weasley x Reader
Word Count: 2600
Summary: You have always been best friends with Weasley twins, but after an incident with sweater you started avoiding Fred, making him wonder what has he done wrong. Soon the hide and seek game leads to some confessions and a new sweater.
Warnings: Mentions of depression and sadness, angst but it has a fluffy ending promise.
Permanent Taglist: @just-here-to-escape-from-reality, @rogue-barnes-durin--mainblog, @freds-slut, @pandaxnienke, @famdomhideout, @gaycatlord-stuff
Requested By: @faithie-brock-gillespie01​
A/N: First of all, my sincere apologies because it took me that long to write this request, university was beating my ass. Second of all, I tried my best and I really wanted it to turn out better but idk I’m not the one to judge here, hope it was worth waiting for. Third of all I really I didn’t miss anyone on the taglist if I did please inform me and also just ask if you want to be added to the taglist. ALSO My requests are open as always, feel free to request as much as you’d like.
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“George pass it to me” You yelled as George was throwing his Gryffindor hat upwards, while the three of you were headed to your usual spot near the lake.
“No George! Pass it to me” Fred yelled as well opening his arms.
You couldn’t help but stare as wind blew Fred’s ginger locks as he ran backwards down to the lake, ready to catch the beanie George tossed to him. His veins showing up on his arms as his sleeves go upwards when he catches the red and gold Gryffindor beanie and rushes to the spot near the lake.
“Drooling are we?” George whispered in your ear as he passed your frozen at place body.
Through years of friendship, you developed strong feelings for the famous Weasley twins.
Brotherly love for George as he was closest friend of yours, knowing pretty much everything about you and a silly childish crush in Fred, which lasted longer than expected.
You were very close to Fred too, but not as close as with George, since you couldn’t open your heart fully for the older twin, scared to reveal what is hidden deep inside.
You took a seat next to Fred on the ground, while George was picking rocks and throwing them across the lake.
The wind was blowing hard on this autumn afternoon and sitting right next to lake didn’t help.
You shivered to your dismay, wrapping yours hands around your body. George noticed immediately and was about to offer you his jumper when his lips curled into a wicked smile.
“So this year, quidditch will be something and we need to crash Slyth-“ Fred was cut off about his future plans by you addressing him softly, while George was still standing near the lake.
“Freddie?” You asked, your lips already turning blue along with your fingers and nose flushing red.
“Yes love?” He replied, the familiar nickname sending shiver down your spine making you almost shake in place, yet Fred was too oblivious to notice.
“Can I have your jumper?” You pointed to the famous Weasley jumper he wore, with a huge F on the front as George turned around, with a little excitement in his eyes.
Maybe you didn’t clarify properly that you were freezing to death or maybe it was just his natural respond, but it left you shocked.
“No” He replied simply with a chuckle as he continued speaking about quidditch, ignoring the feeling of euphoria in his stomach.
His thought were occupied with your body wrapped in his huge sweater, yet he thought you were just joking, since you have never asked for something like this. He was too oblivious to even notice the look George was giving his twin along with your mouth slightly open, confusion overcoming your mind.
You got mad at the amount of rudeness and the cold was still hitting you hard so you couldn’t take it anymore. You stood up quickly, dusting your clothes loudly for Fred to stop talking right before you stomping away back to Hogwarts, arms still wrapped around yourself to warm up.
“What happened?” Fred asked giving his brother a confused look, not understanding why you left.
“Welp..” George started as he patted his twin’s shoulder, who was already standing up about to follow your path. “You’re officially an idiot” George finished as he headed to Hogwarts, your silhouette still slightly visible.
“What did I do?” He questioned standing there with a puzzled expression, not understanding anything as a wave of sadness washes all over his mind.
A week passed and you haven’t spoken to him yet. You were angry at him. Why wouldn’t your best friend simply give you his jumper when you were obviously freezing?
He continued behaving as if nothing happened, of course he was his careless self, yet it mentally disturbed you.
He joked in classes with you, not noticing that you wouldn’t answer. He continued behaving like his usual self when you hung up with George and him, yet too oblivious to notice that you weren’t talking to him or maybe that’s what you saw.
You were too blinded by anger to notice how much he tried to make you talk, giggle, at least shot a little smile at him but he got nothing except confusion.
After a week he decided to give you some private time, thinking he was making everything worse, which he obviously was.
Soon you started missing him a little and decided to just at least hang out in his presence. You headed to the lake at your spot, knowing twins will be there if not in detention. 
The weather was colder than previous time you were visiting the lake, the wind was blowing like crazy and you felt yourself shivering again, but decided to ignore it just to spend some time with your best friends.
As you were getting closer to the lake you spotted two redheads but saw another silhouette, Angelina Johnson. The girl was glued to Fred as she shivered because of the wind. The tingling feeling in your chest made you drown in your anger towards Fred. 
You see, jealousy was never your favorite feeling and now when you were already mad at Fred, it felt even worse but it was nothing compared to the feeling that came afterwards.
You were getting closer and closer to your friends as George spotted you and grinned widely, he was about to wave at you when he noticed your face full of disappointment. 
The scene started to play on repeat in your head as your feet carried you hurriedly back to Hogwarts. Fred taking off his famous F jumper and giving it to Angelina, not just giving, he was the one to offer it to her. 
Ticklish feeling in your chest became painful as your eyes started to burn with hot tears, that you swallowed harshly trying not to let yourself shed a tear because of Fred Weasley.
You got to your dorm, locked yourself inside not wanting George to disturb you. You were so overwhelmed with the feeling of anger, jealousy and pain that you couldn’t hold tears back as you buried your face into the pillow. 
Those weren’t tears of hurt or sadness, they were tears of anger. Years of close friendship and you asked him for a simple favor which he somehow couldn’t do for you but easily did it for Angelina? Not to mention he was the initiator.
You tried your best not to let those feelings come between you and your two best friends, especially when George has done nothing wrong, but it was too difficult to even stay in the same room as Fred. 
You fully went on hiding from him, first it was just Fred then you started avoiding George as well, because where’s George, Fred is always somewhere near. Sitting as far away from twins in the classes became your new hobby, skipping meals or waiting for them to leave the great hall was another one. 
One day George grew tired of your little hide and seek and decided to confront you. He perfectly knew the problem, but still needed to talk it out with you. It would have been difficult for him to find you if not the marauder’s map, his personal savor. 
Fred was always the one to have the map hidden in his trunk yet George managed to steal it and go in searching for you. He spotted your name in the astronomy tower, where you spent most of your times, alone and deep in thoughts.
“This seat taken?” George whispered as he took a seat next to you on the stone cold floor as you kept staring into the horizon.
“Are you going to hide forever?” He asked as he scooted closer to give you a side hug, somehow trying to warm you up. 
“You’re hurting all three of us, he misses you” He added after your dead silence and wiped a single tear that slid down your cheek after hearing his words.
You missed him too, him and George of course. You were being selfish and not only hurting yourself but two of your best friends, yet couldn’t do anything to change. 
George and you talked for a while as you watched the beautiful sunset. He somehow managed to make you smile or giggle few times as well as invite you to the trip to Hogsmeade with him and Fred, before escorting you back to your dorm.
George kept visiting you daily in the astronomy tower, Fred becoming suspicious of where his brother was disappearing or he knew the answer, just didn’t wanted to admit to himself, that you were spending your time with his twin and not him.
Fred hoped you would come to Hogsmeade, but the moment he realized you didn’t show up he decided it was the last drop. He gave you time and space, but now he wanted answers and he would have done anything to get them, including annoying his twin to death.
“Georgiee!!” Fred whined as they made their way to the shared dorm.
“Get Lost!” George responded testing his new toy he got in Zonko’s.
“Not until you tell me why is she avoiding me”
“I don’t know, who you’re talking about” George started playing dumb and Fred was getting furious.
“George Weasley you better tell me what is happening or I’ll owl mom and tell her that you lied about visiting our auntie last summer” Fred warned as he cornered his brother.
“You wouldn’t because you lied too” George scoffed as he made his way to the bed, hopping on it, hands under his head.
“I haven’t seen Y/N in weeks, she skipped the trip and you’re not telling me what is happening” Fred sighed, running his hands through his hair. “I might go mental soon”
“Come on mate anyone can see it plain as day that she has a crush on you since day one when we met her as kids and-” George smacked his hands over his mouth to stop himself from spilling the secret he promised to keep.
Fred’s head snapped up immediately, eyes wide and mouth slightly open.
“I shouldn’t have said that..” George mumbled but it’s too late, Fred is out of his seat, grabbing George by the collar of his jumper, shaking him while pleading for the information.
George gave in, mostly because he was tired himself of the whole hide and seek game as if you were five years old. He explained the whole situation to Fred, he explained how you had a crush on Fred since the day you met them on Hogwarts express. George explained your state of mind, how depressed and insecure you were and how you thought Fred never felt the same even though everyone was telling you otherwise.
Fred listened carefully as his heart kept skipping beats at the thought of you being sad and depressed.
“You truly broke her the other day, you know..” George mumbled as the two of them stayed in a very painful silence.
Fred’s head snapped once more, his eyes wide at the heartbreaking sentence.
George fully explained the sweater thing, the Angelina moment and Fred was already  jumping out of his place, searching for something in his closet.
“Astronomy tower” George said as Fred grabbed the Marauder’s map to sneak out in search of you.
You were seated on a familiar stone cold floor, sun has sat down for a while now and you should be probably heading to your dorm, but somehow you couldn’t pull yourself together to at least get up, but as you heard some footsteps approaching you jumped up, quickly grabbing your wand.
You stood there waiting for whoever was coming up, but you were met with a huge mounting of material. You got confused of what was happening before the mounting of clothes didn’t drop to the ground right in front of you and you were met with familiar red hair.
You noticed that the mountain of clothes were actually Fred’s famous Weasley sweaters, yet he still was holding one, your favorite Green one, the one he was wearing that day at the lake when he refused to give it to you.
You looked up to Fred from the ground with a puzzled expression, but before you could ask him what on earth was he doing, he quickly pulled the green sweater over your head and on instinct your pulled your hands through the sleeves, butterflies erupting in your stomach at the feeling of warmth and his scent.
You opened your mouth to say something, but he interrupted again by grabbing your waist and crashing his lips on yours. You were taken aback, eyes wide, lips pursed as you had no idea what was happening, but as soon as you were brought to reality you kissed him back, quickly wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing him closer.
The kiss was a very sloppy and hungry one, both of you pouring every inch of your heart into that kiss after all those times.
Soon the two of you had to pull away for some air and that’s when you tried to speak up, but Fred interrupted once more.
“I love you” He said full of confidence and you knew he as note done so you didn’t even try to say something.” I am so sorry for being oblivious and stupid, you have no idea how much you mean to me and always did” He gave you a quick peck on the lips making you giggle.
“I should have done it earlier because my heart lingered for years, yet I was too immature to do anything and this lead to you hurting and I’m so sorry for that and intend to make up for it for the rest of my life” He finished with a little blush as you grinned at him, heart pounding faster than ever.
You nodded with a huge grin as you wrapped your hands around his neck once more bringing him in another kiss. 
“I love you too” you said as you pulled away an angelic laugh escaping as you threw your head backwards and Fred could have sworn never has he ever seen something as beautiful.
“Oh!” He pulled away quickly and grabbed the sweaters from the floor. “They’re all yours” he pushed them into your hands making you stumble a little as you started chuckling.
After years of healthy and loving relationship, you and Fred found yourselves spread across the sofa in his flat above the joke shop, a beautiful ring sparkling around your finger.
“Guys remember when Fred messed up big time?” George started as he leaned on the counter of the studio style living room.
“NO!” Fred whined as you and George started chuckling at the memory. Never would you have thought you’ll be laughing at such a painful time, married to the high school sweetheart.
“He preferred me to freeze to death” You said sipping on the wine in your guitar shaped glass.
“I EXPLAINED IT MERLIN KNOWS HOW MANY TIMES” Fred started yelling at he couldn’t hold his own laughter. “I thought you were joking”
“Yeah and her blue lips were too?” George teased as Fred threw a pillow at him.
“Plus I gave you all of my sweaters, didn’t I?” Fred pouted at you from the armchair he was sitting in.
You got up and made your way to him, setting the glass on the little table beside the sofa. You took a seat on his thigh as he spread legs for you.
“Of course you did, my love” You murmured as you gave him a quick peck on the lips.
“Now that we’re already married..” Fred started with a smirk “Can I have my sweater back?” he wiggled his eyebrows as George grinned across from the room at the sight of his two best friends all happy, but his grin was quickly changed with a shocked expression at your respond as he brought his fist to his mouth trying not to laugh. Fred tickling your sides with giggles at your not so innocent respond:
“Can I have my virginity back?”
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ahsoka-lives · 4 years
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Master Kenobi
 Obi-Wan Kenobi x Princess Reader
A/n: This is a new obi wan series I’m starting because I read some of @hellotherekenobi prince!obi and it made me think about how pretty he is and how much he belongs in/around a castle. Let’s all pretend that Obi got to do some real peace keeping before being thrown into a war and given a toddler to raise. Also I wrote him as CW beard Kenobi because I looovveee beard Kenobi. Enjoy! Gif is by @ofallingstar​
Word Count: 1364
Warnings: Mentions of a threat idk
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 The blue and violet flowers mingled with the warm yellow sunlight as the sun ascended on the palace. Little can be said to capture the beauty and tranquility that could be felt on early mornings like these. The mornings you woke before your mothers to sneak a bag of fresh pastries from the kitchen and make your way beyond the palace walls. 
You were next in line for the throne and you were supposed to be spending your days looking for a significant other so that you could relieve your mothers of their duty. The problem was, you had no interest in any of the princes in your area and the only other princesses around were either married or far too young. 
Your mothers were growing tired of keeping up with your shenanigans and you could tell. The palace guards were getting harder to sneak past and the chef was reluctant to supply you in your adventures. This wasn’t going to stop you though, it only meant you had to try a bit harder. 
With your bag over your shoulder and slippers in hand (shoes make for loud footsteps) you crept down the corridor and peered around the corner. Suspiciously, there are no guards at the front doors. Your original plan was never the front doors, that is how you’d get caught for sure. But now they seemed empty and inviting. 
You took one last glance behind you and quickly made your way down the hall. The tile was cool through the thin cloth of your sheer tights and you felt giddy at how close you were to your great escape. 
Just before opening the door, you pulled the slippers over your feet. A smile made its way onto your face and you pulled the handle on the door, sunshine beginning to slip through the open door. 
“Your highness, I’ve been expecting you.” A silky smooth voice spoke with confidence. Standing below you at the bottom of the small staircase was a man in cream-colored robes. He had his head bowed and the sun was shimmering against the dirty blonde locks that were neatly pushed back. 
“And you are?” You’d never seen this man before and you felt yourself become annoyed as he seemed to have foiled your plans. 
“I am Master Obi-Wan Kenobi.” He replied simply with a small smile dancing on his lips.
Goodness, he was handsome. His beard was as neatly kept as his hair and his light-colored robes complimented him. Freckles were laid gently across his rosy cheeks, a nice match for his sparkling eyes.
You cleared your throat and rid your mind of admiration for the man before you. You were on a mission.
“What can I help you with, Master Kenobi?” You placed emphasis on his name and folded your arms over your chest.
“I believe the better question is, what can I help you with, your highness? Your mother has requested me as your personal guard.”
“That can’t be right. I’m not in any danger.” You insisted with your eyebrows drawn in disbelief.
“I was not given the details yet but I’m certain they wouldn’t have brought me in unless it was important.” He assured and ascended the steps.
When he arrived to the top where you stood he pulled the door open and looked at you expectantly.
“After you.” He gestured and you had to refrain from rolling your eyes.
Did your mothers really hire someone to keep you from leaving the palace? Which of your mothers had you finally pushed to getting you a babysitter? Or was there actually a threat?
“So, what makes you qualified to protect me, Master Kenobi?” You asked as the two of you made your way to the throne room. The guards were now in position along the corridor and it dawns on you that they practically led you to him.
“Please, call me Obi-Wan. As far as qualifications go, I was chosen out of 3 other Jedi for this position. It appears your mother thought I was best fit.” He glanced at you with a twinkle in his eyes that made your heart flutter.
You offered a small smile and a nod. The throne room was a few feet ahead and you were somewhat dreading the conversation with your mothers that awaited you. Unfortunately for you, there was no time to sulk. The guards drew open the doors and ushered you and Obi-Wan inside.
The throne room was as regal as ever. The soft carpet that led into the room and up the steps to the throne was the same champagne color it’d been since perhaps before you were born. Flower arrangements were strewn along with twinkling lights that only added to the whimsical effect the room had. The kingdom did not follow the tradition of the king above queen or vice versa. Both would rule equally and receive the same respect. There were two thrones inside along with a third seat placed for their only child, for you. Your throne wasn’t quite as exquisite as the others but it was hand made with your birthstone embedded into the headrest just like the others. 
You gave a final nod to Obi-Wan before taking your place next to your mothers. The three of you exchanged pleasantries including a motherly peck on the cheek from one and a knowing glare from the other.
“Forgetting something, my dear?” Your mother asked and gestured toward the top of your head.
You feebly nodded and looked to your right where your handmaiden was standing with a box. She carefully ascended the side of the steps and opened the box for you.
The tiara that you intentionally left behind this morning lay gently atop the velvet pillow. You never took it on your ventures outside the palace and your mothers knew this. You tenderly places it upon your head and looked to Obi-Wan who had been watching the interaction, clearly amused by it.
You blushed and rolled your eyes as the Queens turned their attention to him as well.
“Master Kenobi, thank you kindly for joining us.” The kind but confident voice of your mother, Irene spoke.
“The pleasure is mine, your majesty. I must admit, I’m still not entirely sure of my purpose here.” He was poise and his words were delivered with the utmost respect.
“Of course, when we were selecting a protectorate we weren’t exactly transparent. However, now that you’re here we will brief you on your purpose. It would seem that a prince from a neighboring planet was offended by my daughters refusal of his hand.” She explained.
Your other mother, Lila, who was much more protective than Irene scoffed at her wording.
“He’s a bit more than offended, my love. We suspect the prince and his father may have a plot to kidnap our beloved daughter.” Lila’s words made the room freeze. A gasp left your mouth that your hand quickly covered.
“Hm, I see.” Obi-Wan nodded with concern covering his handsome features. “Queen Lila, Queen Irene, I can assure you that no harm will come to her while I am here.”
“That’s what we were hoping to hear, Master Kenobi. We will have our guards give you a detailed map of the palace and you will be informed of their rotation. Feel free to alter it as you seem fit.” She rambled and requested a guard to her side with the wave of her hand.
You were no longer paying attention to the meeting. Lost in the thought of someone actually wanting to harm you. Your people were peaceful and conflict seldom made it’s way to you. Of course, you knew that prince wasn’t exactly happy with the result of his visit but to kidnap you? That’s a bit dramatic, isn’t it?
“And Master Kenobi..” You were snapped out of your thoughts by your mother calling his name once again. You attempted to wipe the look of fear off of your features as you looked back toward your mother who was now looking at you with adoring eyes.
“Princess Y/n is not to leave your side, not even for a moment.”
“Yes, of course, Your Majesty.”
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robo-writes-haikyuu · 4 years
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Meeting Oikawa in Rio
Summary: Reader is a travelling photographer who encounters Tooru Oikawa in Brazil. 
Words: 2.6k ( i went a little overboard I’m so sorry) 
Warnings: none; strangers to friends to lovers kind of idea, slow burn, beach vibes, idk that’s mostly it 
a/n: This is a request for the lovely @trash-revel​!! 💖 I’m so sorry this took forever it’s probably filled with typos and grammatical errors! That said, I loved writing this 💗 Also, sorry if it’s a little too long, I felt a little too inspired! I tried to sprinkle a little bit of Portugese in it with the help of google translate (if anyone here speaks portugese I hope I didn’t butcher it and hopefully did it some justice).
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As a travelling photographer, you were living like a nomad, always on the move without a home base to call your own. Instead of renting a house or an apartment, you usually stayed in hotels or airbnbs. Your goal was to travel the world and capture all of the beauty you could find in it… and little did you know that the most beautiful thing you were going to find was on your travels in Brazil.
You woke up early that day, unsure if you were actually on a healthy sleeping schedule or if it was the jet lag talking. You were enjoying your morning coffee out on the balcony of your airbnb in Rio as you watched the sunrise over the beach. The water of the ocean gently tumbled into waves onto the shore as it reflected the vibrant gradients of the morning sky. If you squinted hard enough, you could faintly see Christ the Redeemer in the distance on the mountain. After a yawn and a deep stretch, you decided that it was time for you to get ready for your daily adventure. 
You prepared yourself for the unforgiving heat by slathering sunscreen all over your body and wearing loose-fitting clothes. As you got dressed, you could immediately feel the fabric cling to you from the humidity. You made a note to bring deodorant with you because you knew way too well that chafing was only inevitable on hot, humid days. You packed your bag with your camera lenses, a couple of water bottles, some snacks, an ice pack, sunscreen, and other things that will help you navigate your new temporary home. You finished off your look with a hat and your camera slung around your neck so you could have easy access if you see anything interesting to shoot.  
After reading up on some of the attractions in Rio, you decided to visit Tijuca national park. You’ve been wanting to get out on your feet after an incredibly taxing, twenty-one-hour flight from Australia, plus there was no way you could pass up getting shots of all of the diverse flora and wildlife. Your plan was to hike as deeply into the forest as you could and then stop at the botanical garden to relax and do some sightseeing. 
You sat at the bus stop, just minding your own business and intermittently reference the bus schedule on your phone, when a voice pulled you from your thoughts. 
“Erm… perdão,” said a voice that was very much not from around here. 
You peeked over to see a Japanese man, probably in his mid-twenties, trying to talk to an elderly man sitting on the bench at the bus stop. 
“Este carro... uh... é para o lugar da árvore?” the Japanese man said tentatively, clearly struggling with the language barrier. 
The elderly man blinked a few times, and responded with “Que?”
You were equally as confused. Based on the little bit of Portuguese that you knew, you were pretty sure he was asking for a car to drive him to a tree. 
The Japanese man grew a bit frustrated and scratched the back of his neck. You could tell the poor guy was embarrassed, so you tried to see if you could help him out. 
“Do you speak English?” You ask the Japanese man. 
He locks eyes with you, and it hits you how handsome he is. His smile is disarming and his eyes are gentle. His physique is well-built like a professional athlete, and he was dressed like one too. 
"I do," he responds. "Maybe you can help me. I'm looking for the bus that goes to Tijuca national park." 
"You're in luck," you say, gesturing to the map on your phone. "That's where I'm headed."
You both boarded the bus, which was packed like sardines, and made some small talk along the way. 
“Tooru Oikawa,” he says with an outstretched hand. “I’m a volleyball player.”
“(Y/n) (l/n),” you reply with your hand in his and give it a shake. “I’ve never met a professional athlete before.” 
“It’s been a dream of mine since I was a kid,” he smiles and proudly runs his fingers through his tousled hair. “Are you a photographer? I just noticed your fancy camera.” 
“Yeah,” you cradled your camera in your hand and fiddled around with the lens. “I wanted to check out the wildlife here and maybe try out some new techniques. I figured the national park would be a good place to start.” 
“You know, shutterbug,” he says, striking a pose. “ I have some experience in front of cameras. Not to brag or anything, but I’ve been in a few local magazines back at home.” 
You roll your eyes and chuckle; this man really is something else. He’s definitely charismatic and charming -- not to mention very handsome -- although there’s something else to him that you can’t put your finger on. There was something about his smile that just didn’t sit right with you. It reminds of you of how you were at family dinners; despite how much was on your mind, you just kept smiling to avoid rocking the boat. But, maybe it was just your imagination.
You arrive at your destination, depart the bus and find an uphill path that leads deeper into the forest. The two of you decide to walk together and continue to get to know each other. You tell him about how you were a travelling photographer and you had a lot of your works published in different magazines. You also tell him about your travels and all of the places you’ve visited. 
“What’s one place you haven’t gone to yet?” He asks as he kicks a stray pebble. “Where do you plan on going once you’re done here?”
“Definitely Japan,” you say. “That’s up there on my list, especially the countryside. I just think the scenery there would be amazing to see in person.”
“I’m from the country, you know” he said with a wink. “Maybe we’ll have another fateful encounter there and I’ll show you around sometime~” 
You can’t help but hide a blush from hinting at your cheeks. 
Despite how flirtatious he is, he seems genuinely interested in you. And you’re equally impressed by him; the way he talks about his history with volleyball demonstrates his deep passion for the sport. He talks about volleyball as if he was knight preparing for battle; he goes into detail about strategies, formations, techniques, everything that makes a good volleyball player. He also goes into detail about his past rivals, although there was an edge to his voice when he talked about them. You decide to not pry too much on the subject. 
“So what you’re saying is that you’re kind of a big deal,” you say. 
“I mean,” he responds with a wink. “If you think so, then I won’t argue.”
That’s when a toucan flutters out from the bushes and nests into his hair. Oikawa panics and flails his arms, trying to shoo away the bird, but it seemed to have no intention of leaving his locks. 
“Wait,” you say, steadying your camera in front of your eye. “Don’t move.” 
The look on Oikawa’s face jumps from surprised, to angry, to embarrassed. He crosses his arms and pouts with red cheeks; it seems he was trying to make a good impression on you and the toucan sabotaged his plan. His pout slowly relaxes when he sees the look on your face; you were so mindful about the angle, the lens, and the lighting; it reminded him about how he is with volleyball. He also had to admit, you had a really cute smile; he simply smiles and accepts his defeat. 
“Sorry,” you say, snapping a few more. “I’m almost done.”
“No no,” he says. “Take your time.”
That’s when you notice something different about him; this smile seemed totally different from how he was smiling when the two of you were on the bus. The way he smiled then seemed routine or rehearsed. This smile, however, was enough to make your chest flutter. You swear if more people saw a smile like this from him, the world would be a much better place. 
“You better send me a copy of those,” he teases, sticking his tongue out at you. “Someday, people might pay good money for them.
“You know it,” you say with a giggle. Although, you couldn’t tell if he was complimenting your work or if he was just that full of himself. 
You walk up to him and gently lift the toucan off his head and toss it into the air for it to fly away. 
“Well, I hate to leave you like this,” he said, pulling out his earbuds from his pocket. “But I need to get my afternoon run in. I look forward to bumping into you again soon, shutterbug~” 
With that, he jogged away, leaving you in a small cloud of dust. The nickname sticks with you and endears you more to him. You stand there with a smile on your face, as you hoped that this wouldn’t be your last encounter with him. 
And it wasn’t. As a matter of fact, bumping into Oikawa became a near-daily occurrence for the two of you. You always took the same bus to the national park where he went for jogs and you went for photo ops. Although, the two of you eventually exchanged numbers and made plans to hang out somewhere else. 
Every time you talk to Oikawa you always learn something new about him; you learn that his favourite food is milk bread, that his best friend, Iwaizumi, is taking sports science in college, and that he was captain of the volleyball team in his third year of high school. You tell him about your home country and what it was like growing up there, and how you’ve been pursuing photography since you got your first DSLR camera. You tell him about your favourite foods, your favourite music, and your favourite movies. 
One evening, after Oikawa was done practice, the two of you decided to make plans to grab dinner and go for a walk on the beach. At dinner, the sun was still high enough in the sky that it wasn’t quite sunset, but it was low enough in the sky that the temperature started to cool off.
The more you think about it, the more it starts to feel more like a date. 
“What kind of photos do you take?” he asks. “Now that I think about it, I don’t think you’ve shown me any of your work.”
You take out your phone to open up your digital portfolio and you hand it over to him. He scrolled through your gallery and saw various shots from nature, urban settings, and studios.  He came across a folder in your gallery labelled ‘100 Strangers.’
“What’s this all about?” he asked, flipping through the images. 
“Oh, that’s just a long-term project I’m working on,” you said. “My goal is to take portraits of 100 strangers that I meet in my travels and post little blurbs about them.”
“I’d offer to pose for a picture for you,” he says, leaning in as he rests his elbows on the table. “But it seems like we’re not really strangers to each other anymore.”
You can tell he’s flirting, but you don’t let him get away with it that easily. “I still have those shots of you and the toucan, you know.”  
He flinches and hunches over in embarrassment. “You’re a meanie, shutterbug~”
“What?” you say as you take one last bite of your food. “I love that picture. It’s cute.”
He suppresses a grin as he digs his fork into his food. He tries to act nonchalant, but the blush on his cheeks betray him. 
“So,” he says, bringing his food to his mouth. “You think I’m cute?”
A blush sneaks onto your cheeks and you avert your eyes from him. From the corner of your eye, you see him grin to himself in satisfaction. You avoid answering him entirely and just ask the waiter for the bill. 
It’s now sunset and the two of you were walking on the beach. You decide to take off your sandals and just enjoy the feeling of the warm sand in between your toes. The breeze was perfect, and it was enough to take the edge off the humidity. You then take out your camera and start adjusting the settings on it. It was golden hour, after all. 
You glance over at Oikawa, who ‘s just at the edge of the water and dipping his toes in. He looks out onto the horizon, where you could barely make out the silhouettes of the mountains, and takes in the balmy breeze. The wind swished through his hair elegantly, sweeping it just the right way that made it look effortlessly styled. You steadied your camera and snuck in a couple of shots. 
He looks over his shoulder at you upon hearing the shutters and grinned. “Couldn’t resist a photoshoot of me, shutterbug?” He held up a peace sign and placed a hand on his hip, awaiting more shots from you. 
After getting a few more shots in, you join him at the shore and dip your toes in, jumping at how surprisingly cold the water was. 
“You didn’t answer my question, you know,” Oikawa says, turning to face you. 
“Huh?” you chuckle nervously and tuck a few strands of hair behind your ear. “What question?”
“Do you think I’m cute?”
You hesitated and wiped your clammy palms on your shorts. You definitely developed feelings for Oikawa, and you were sure he felt the same way about you. The problem, though, is that you were hesitant to jump into a serious relationship, given all of the travelling that you do. 
“I...” you murmur, nervously wiggling your toes into the sand. “Listen, I don’t want to get your hopes up. I travel a lot  and I get so busy with work that I--”
“Hey,” he chuckles while scratching the back of his neck, trying to mask his disappointment. “It’s totally alright if you don’t think so, I just thought--”
“N-no it’s not that,” you blurt out. “I don’t want to jump into anything serious only to have it ruined when I eventually start travelling again. I really do like you, Tooru, but I don’t think that would be very fair to you.”
Suddenly, you found yourself merely inches away from him. He softly chuckles and places his hand underneath your chin to tilt your face up to meet his. You look up at him, your face hot from both nervousness and excitement. 
“You put a lot of pressure on yourself, don’t you?” he says, as if he wasn’t one to talk. “Don’t worry about all of that stuff. How do you feel right now?”
You feel his fingers gently combing through the ends of your hair, sending tingling sensations all through your body. Your pulse quickens as he places a hand on the small of your back; he doesn’t go any further though. 
“I…” you murmur, leaning in and placing your hands on his chest. “I think you’re really cute.” 
He lets out a hearty chuckle and wraps both of his arms around you to pull you in closer to him. 
“Well, that’s a relief,” he says, inching closer to you. “Because I think you’re very cute, shutterbug.”
You close your eyes and meet your lips with his. From that day forward, the two of you spent everyday together until you left for your next destination. You always kept in touch with one another through text, video chats, and voice calls. Even through the challenging times, the two of you wouldn’t have wanted to be with anyone else.
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taehyungsgrowl · 4 years
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We’re All Friends Here - Grunge!Michael x Reader x Jim
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A/N: Hey friends. I feel like it’s been a while since I’ve posted something that’s not about Dumb!Reader x Duncan, but @little-grunge-flowerz requested a threesome between Grunge!Michael, Soft!Jim, and Y/N and after I answered the ask, some people seemed really into the idea so I’m giving it a shot. 
If this is trash, forgive me idk how to write anymore. Anyway, this is pretty much smut without much of a plot. 
warnings: oral sex (m & f giving and receiving) 
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Jim’s face was beet red. He wasn’t sure how their conversation had led up to this, but he nervously chewed on his lap as Michael and Y/N sat up in astonishment.
“What do you mean? Like no one?” Y/N sat criss-cross on her bed. 
“Not even a peck?” Michael followed up. 
It wasn’t that Jim regretted telling them about his lack of experience - it was the way both of their eyes were trained on him, how self-aware he became after they told them. 
“N-no,” he stammered out. 
Y/N looked over at Michael who already had a devious smirk tugging at his lips. They both glanced back at Jim, anticipation growing in all of them. 
“We could change that, you know?” Y/N smirked.
"What do you mean?” Jim knew what she meant. The look on their faces was proof enough and it made his heart skip a beat. It wasn’t something he hadn’t thought about before; Y/N and Michael were so touchy. With each other - with him. They’ve made his mind race and wander time and time again. 
“I think you know what she means,” Michael chuckled, “But if you prefer, I’m a much better kisser,” he tried to stifle a laugh as shook out his curls with his fingers.
“As if!” Y/N giggled, pushing Michael back down on the bed playfully. She hooked one of her legs over his until she was straddling him. Jim gulped as he saw Michael’s hands map their way to her hips. “Do I need to demonstrate again?” her face was now only a few inches away from Michaels. 
“Please do,” he chuckled right before her lips crashed against his. They were putting on a show for Jim. Both their lips parted slightly and their tongues brushed against one another until Michael groaned into the kiss. 
“That’s what I thought,” she said with confidence as she climbed off his lap. 
Jim was still sitting there with his mouth hanging open and his need to be kissed like that grew more than he was capable of wanting. His eyes flickered to Michael and then to Y/N. 
“O-okay,” he nodded, trying to push down his nervousness.
“So who’s it gonna be?” Michael pat Jim’s thigh.
“Both!” he blurted out, “I want to kiss you both,” 
Y/N and Michael exchanged another look. Their timid friend speaking up for what he wanted made them both eager to please him. 
“I’ll let you do the honors then, Y/N” Michael swatted her ass as she crawled on the bed to approach Jim. 
Y/N climbed into Jim’s lap and took his face in her hands. His pretty pink lips were slightly open. He wanted her, this, them so much. 
“Just go with it, okay?” her lips ghosted over her, barely brushing over them. 
Her kiss was soft. Gentle and light - like she was. It had a bit of an airy vibe to it. A perfect first kiss for Jim. 
It wasn’t a timid kiss by any means, but it was one that allowed Jim to feel every sensation of her lips on his. 
When she began to pull away, his face followed hers, wanting to reconnect their mouths. 
Michael chuckled at his puppy-like behavior. “How was that?” 
Jim could only let out a nervous half sigh half giggle as a response. That sure was something for his first kiss. He was still buzzing; his lips felt tingly and he wanted more. 
Y/N felt damn proud of her effect on him. 
“Ready?” Michael asked 
Jim was not even aware of how much he was nodding. Michael grabbed on to Jim’s shirt and pulled him closer. Michael wasn’t as gentle as Y/N. His large hands pulled Jim on to his lap roughly as he hooked his fingers in the belt loops of Jim’s jeans.
Michael’s lips pressed against Jim with a forceful hunger. He kept from smiling when he heard Jim whine against him; To further his amusement, he bit down on Jim’s bottom lip as his hands wandered to his lower back to pull him flush against him. 
Y/N watched Jim squirming in Michael’s lap with mischief in her eyes. The room felt ten times hotter than it had been only a few minutes ago. Everything was escalating so quickly. She saw the way Jim pawed at Michael’s black hoodie, eager to explore more of him. 
She wanted to explore more of them both. 
Y/N cleared her throat, jutting her lip out into a pout; something she knew would amuse Michael. A dramatic attempt to get their attention back to her. 
Two pairs of baby blue eyes turned to look at her. The apples of Jim’s cheeks were a faint pink and his chest was moving quickly as he caught his breath. 
He shuffled off of Michael’s lap, his fingers touching his bruising lips. 
“What’s the verdict?” her eyes gleamed when Jim’s shifted his eye between her and Michael. 
They were both so... good. Jim liked loved both of them; He loved the soft caress of her lips on his.. how she teased his tongue into her mouth. 
But he also loved the way Michael made him groan against the kiss... how Michael bit him. 
So different but both were exactly what he wanted. 
Michael rolled his eyes, playfully shoving her down on the bed. “Not everything is a competition, Y/N.” 
“Bet I could make him cum faster than you could make me cum.” she looked up at them as she laid in between them. 
Even Michael’s eyes were blown wide at her statement challenge. But Jim...
He could feel his palms begin to sweat and his pants feel slightly tighter. It’s not like he’d never thought about them individually but both Y/N and Michael? He wasn’t sure he’d be able to handle it. 
Michael turned to look at Jim again. “Too much for one day?” he smirked, but deep inside wanting Jim to agree. 
“Do you guys really want to?” Jim wondered out loud.
“I’m down,” Michael confirmed. “Why not? We’re all friends here, right?” he chewed on his lip. 
“Only if you’re cool with it, Jimmy,” she rolled on the bed until her head landed on his lap. “What do you say?” 
And with her that close to his crotch, her hands softly palming on his thighs, could he really say no?
He wanted to scream yes! 
“I’m down,” he mirrored Michael’s response. “But I’m- you know I haven’t -” 
“Shh,” she winked. “We’ll take you to third base tonight.” 
“Here, lay back.” she pushed him until his head hit the pillow. 
Michael watched as she traveled down his body ridding him of his jeans. They both noticed the wet stain of precum on his gray boxer briefs. “Just say if you want to stop,” she looked up at him through her lashes while her index finger touched his bulge, making it twitch in response.
She was so absorbed in watching the way Jim responded to her touch she was surprised when Michael pulled on her ankles, making her lay on her tummy. 
“Michael!” she giggled looking over her shoulder at him with a glare. 
“I’m not giving you a head start,” he nestled in between her legs and started to tug down her pants too. 
Before long, she managed to get Jim free from his clothing. His breaths were short and shallow. He had propped himself up on his elbows to view her in between his legs and Michael lifting up her hips. 
Michael raised her hips up and settled his face underneath her. Her thighs were straddling his face as his legs dangled off the bed. 
“Been a while since you’ve sat on my face,” he gripped her thighs, his chuckle tickling her core. 
“Shut up,” she lowered herself on him at the same time she wrapped her hands around Jim’s shaft. 
Y/N wrapped her lips around his head, softly suckling it. Her tongue wrapped around his tip in circles. “Fuck,” his eyes fluttered shut. 
Michael gripped her tight before swiping his tongue across her pussy. The flat of his tongue reaching from end to end. He kissed her slowly, using it to part her lips as he searched for her clit. 
Jim’s hands gripped her hair when she moaned around his cock. He could feel the sensation on every fiber of his being. Y/N felt proud of herself when she felt him push her head down on his cock. 
She hallowed her cheeks and returned her focus on him swollen end. Pink and leaking. She knew Jim wouldn’t last much longer. Her sucking became sloppier - not necessarily faster - slower and wetter. She pulled herself back from him and a trail of her spit followed her lips. 
“Don’t stop, please,” Jim groaned. 
“Are you gonn-” she wanted to test him. Make him say he was on the edge of cumming. 
But Michael was too busy doing the same to her. He entered two of his fingers into her pussy, pumping them all the way, making her sentence cut short. 
“I know you are,” Michael teased, kissing her inner thigh. “Come on, baby,” he bit down on her. 
Her legs were shaking and she ground her hips down on him. 
Jim was in need of her warm, wet mouth again. Taking the fistful of hair he held in his hand, he guided her back down to his throbbing cock. He was on the edge. 
The way he grabbed her made her moan around him. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and his hips bucked forward. 
Jim saw stars as he exploded in her mouth. He was too far gone to give her warning, but Y/N didn’t mind. She received his hot load with a welcome as it shot down her throat. 
Michael took her clit in between his teeth and began suckling on her, fingering her deeper and deeper. 
She swallowed back Jim’s cum before moaning out loud for Michael. He curled his digits inside of her until her orgasm rolled out. Jim found himself holding her steady as she thrashed over the way Michael made her feel. He used his mouth on her until he cleaned up every last drop of her juices. 
He finally allowed her to roll off of him and to lay near Jim when was sure she had come down from the height of her orgasm. 
Michael crawled up and squeezed himself between Jim and Y/N. He grabbed Jim’s chin and pulled him in for a kiss. Jim moaned at the taste of her on his lips. 
“That was,” Jim was at loss for words as Michael moved his lips down to his neck. 
“Don’t mention it,” Y/N rested her against Michael, “That’s what friends are for, right?”
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rolaana2 · 3 years
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Huge fucking vent (literally just talking to myself lol I don’t wanna cry anymore so I’ll write instead)
So it’s always been my dream to go to uni in the UK (preferably london). Mostly because I wanna be completely away from my family. I wanna do shit that would disappoint them. They’re religious asf and I wanna drink and smoke weed and do drugs and date around and hook up with people and live alone and barely eat and be bisexual without fear of persecution. But of course I tell my mom it’s bc of the quality of education and job opportunities and all of that (which is also true). But I’ve always wanted to study abroad. That’s been my dream ever since i started middle school.
My dads been against it from the beginning but he doesn’t even live in the same country so Idc what he says. My mom’s been supportive, until now. Now she’s forcing me to go back to my third world country and study there and stay with family and I finally gave in. I’m so sad I haven’t stopped crying. I can’t run away because I don’t have any money and the country I’m in rn doesn’t allow minors to work. Plus, I pay for a lot of my own shit already with a very limited allowance.
I’ve been telling everyone I’m studying abroad, and I’m running away if my parents say no, and everyone’s been like “woah that’s crazy but you can totally do it” and now I don’t think I can.
I mean, with the little amount I have saved, I can only afford a flight ticket. I can’t afford a visa, and even if I did get a visa, it would probably be a tourist/visit visa, not a student/resident. I won’t be able to afford uni, let alone a place to stay. It’s not realistic for me to run away.
When I say third world country, I might be exaggerating. I mean, it’s just an overpopulated, slightly below average country (economy wise) and education there is great and all, but idk.
I negotiated with my mom, I’d only be okay with living there if I get to stay in a dorm and I get a car, and she agreed. I’ll also get a job. She says I can travel when I finish undergrad.
Plus, the money I have saved rn is worth way more in my home country than in the UK. It’s about £4500 in my country, but £200GBP in the UK. Obviously I’d be more comfortable in my home country.
And even though I’m very distant from my family, they’re still super well off and with their support I could ACTUALLY afford to study AND have fun. The uni I’m planning on going to has study abroad programs too.
The people in the country are super fun and chill and friendly, there’s parties and weed and alcohol and everything. Being bisexual might be illegal and I’m not entirely sure how the people there might react to me being bi, or if there would be any bi women there in the first place, but I guess we’ll see. There’s international students there too.
Also, one concern I have is that the country’s food is literally ALL carbs and fats. Almond milk is £50 and I love almond milk. Healthy food & low cal food is super expensive, and isn’t available either. There’s no Walden farms, halo top, alpro, etc. But I know loads of uni students there are BIG on fitness and all have gym memberships and stuff.
I’m trying to make it seem cool and fun but I feel like a failure. Ive given up on my dreams and I’m just accepting it. It’s not the worst thing in the world, but it’s definitely not ideal. I spent so long planning everything, I literally memorized the London map. I was counting on going to the UK, I couldn’t be around my family. The only thing that kept me going was the fact that one day I was leaving and wouldn’t have to talk to them as much, but now I’m not. Now they’re always gonna be around. Even my extended family, I’ve never felt like I was part of them. My cousins were so close and I was always an outsider. They all have married conservative parents and live in big fancy houses and went to fancy schools and I live w my single mom in an average apartment and go to a shitty school. Plus my mom’s the only one in the family that dresses the way she wants, got divorced, etc so they’ve formed their opinions. My dad was barely around. I only saw him in the summers, and mostly on weekends. My mom is a whole other story that I don’t like getting into and I’m completely traumatized and will probably have serious issues forever. I can’t even connect with the country itself. The culture, language, traditions, entertainment, all of it. They’d probably call me white washed and I don’t even live in a “white” country.
Im trying to be happy about it. I’m trying to be excited about it. But giving up like that feels so awful, and giving my parents the satisfaction of winning? I hate it. I mean, after everything they’ve done. After all the fights and arguments and days I’ve spent crying screaming and wishing I didn’t live there or wishing I had different parents. This was my only goal. My only goal was to study abroad, and now I don’t have that and I feel like such a huge fucking failure. My mom is ecstatic and she thinks I’m excited because I’m talking about it a lot and planning everything out, but I’m not.
Idk if I should be feeling defeated, or be realistic, get all the financial support I can from my parents, negotiate my independence, make the best of the situation, get a job and save up till I can travel and live alone after undergrad. I know it’s not the end of the world, and it’s just 4 years, but Idk anymore.
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that-winged-rat · 4 years
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Promises
Promises ~ Part 1
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Summary: Sam and Dean feel like they’re missing someone from the bunker but they can’t, for the life of them, think who.
No Pairing
Characters: Y/N, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel.
Warnings: Language, slight angst.
Word Count: 1.1k
A/N: New series! I know that this part is really short and the other parts will be longer than this I just needed to get started and get into the groove if that makes sense, idk. Anyhoo, I hope you’s all enjoy :)
Dean skipped down the steps from the main room of the bunker to the maze of corridors. Someone who didn’t know their way around would definitely get lost, just like how him and Sam did when they first moved in. But he knew his way now, and he headed to the kitchen to get a couple of beers for him and his brother.
It was only him and Sam in the bunker at the moment since Cas was doing some angel business, so he only needed two beers, but for some reason, he grabbed three. He shook it off, put the extra beer back and returned to the war room.
“Is it just me, or does it feel like we’re missing someone?” Sam asked when his brother re-joined him and took a seat at the long table.
“No, I just got three beers instead of two,” he said and shrugged his shoulders. “It’s probably just ‘cause Cas isn’t here.”
“Yeah, probably,” Sam agreed, but he wasn’t fully convinced. He went back to his book while Dean opened his laptop and they both began looking for a case. But Sam couldn’t shake the feeling that there should be a third person. Not Cas, though, someone else. And little did he know, Dean felt the same.
You felt a tear roll down your cheek as you watched the brothers go on with their lives as if nothing were wrong. As if you hadn’t been gone for months. And they didn’t even notice. You knew it wasn’t their fault, but it didn’t help.
You had tried everything within the first week of being stuck in this hell; screaming, banging on the mysterious glass that was keeping you here, praying to Cas. But none of it worked. It’s like you weren’t even in the same world.
Eventually, you gave up and spent your days watching the brothers from the war room in the corner you were stuck in. Words couldn’t describe how boring it got when they were on a hunt, hell, it was just as boring when they were here. You kept telling yourself that it was better than being dead, but at this point, you would have preferred death. 
You had no problem facing the real-life monsters of the world; vampires, werewolves, demons, and so on. It was the ones inside your head that you were scared of. The ones telling you that you weren’t good enough. And that your family would still be alive if you were dead. And now you were stuck with them.
But you couldn’t die. Not here, anyway. It was like you were stuck between life and death. Some sort of sick limbo. Watching Sam and Dean continue their life while they forgot yours. 
That’s exactly what that witch wanted when she did this to you. She wanted you to suffer. And you were.
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Two weeks later and the boys still didn’t know you were there, or that you even existed for that matter. You were currently using the invisible wall to your advantage and leaning against it, knees folded up to your chest, wondering if this was it for you. If this was how Y/N’s story ended; alone and forgotten.
Sam and Dean were, yet again, sat at the map table, Sam with a book and Dean with his laptop. They were each busy doing something, but their attention was diverted when they heard the front door of the bunker open. You opened your eyes as you saw the angel, Castiel walk through the large metal door.
“Hey, long time no see,” Dean greeted and smiled as the angel made his way down the stairs.
“Yeah, I was helping heaven with some things,” He said, although his mind seemed occupied. He made it to the bottom of the stairs and began looking around the room as if he was searching for something.
“You all right, man?” Sam asked, closing the book he was reading and putting it on the table.
“There’s someone else here,” he started, causing your head to snap up and you got up from you sitting position. Did he actually know you were here? “I can feel their presence. Their soul. It’s like they’re here, but... not here.”
“What? What are you talking about?” Sam questioned, both him and Dean watching as Cas walked over to a corner.
You placed your hand on the glass, hoping – praying – that he would be able to see you and help you. He was within touching distance of you. If only he knew you were there. 
You looked down to the ground and when you looked back up, bright blue eyes were looking at you. Not through you, at you. The sudden attention almost intimidated you but you couldn’t bring yourself to look away.
“There’s someone trapped here. In this spot,” he said, finally taking his eyes away from you and he turned back to the confused brothers.
“Who? Men of Letters?” Dean thought out loud. 
Cas shook his head. “No, it feels more recent than that.”
Sam furrowed his brow, racking his brain for who it could be. “Wait a minute. Dean, we’ve both been feeling as if we’re missing someone recently, right?” Dean nodded, “But neither of can think who.” He turned to face Castiel. “Do you think that could be whoever is trapped here?”
“Yes! Yes! I’m here!” You exclaimed, banging on the glass, but none of them even flinched. “Please... just remember me. Please.” Your voice came out as a whisper and you slid down the glass, tears running down your face.
Cas shook his head slightly. “Maybe. I’m not sure,” the angel answered Sam.
Dean scoffed. “I’m pretty sure that if we were missing someone, we would know.” He brushed the theory off, but part of him was telling him that it could be true.
“Yeah but... Cas are you sure that there is definitely someone stuck here?” Sam asked and Castiel nodded his head. “Maybe you would be able to use your grace to... I don’t know, see who it is? Or--or send one of us?”
“It’s possible. But I’ve never seen anything like this before... we don’t know the risks.”
“If someone we know is stuck here, we’ll figure out the risks after,” Dean cut in. He and his brother gave each other a small nod. “So...” He started, clapping his hands once, “who’s going?”
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unto-the-breach · 3 years
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✨Inferno & Bucky✨
Pre-Relationship-
4.) Who felt romantic feelings first?
General-
3.) What was their first kiss like?
Love-
2.) What are their primary love languages?
Domestic Life-
7.) How do they celebrate holidays?
bet alright let’s gooooooo
gonna throw this under a read more bcos it won’t make sense to literally anyone but jor, Inferno is my marvel OC who’s shipped with Bucky Barnes! 
there’s sort of two answers to these questions, the Back Then and the Now answers. For context, Inferno has sort of got two “lives,” one that she lived as Quinn Watson, an army nurse in World War 2, and afterwards she became a science experiment and got all fiery. She’s been pretty much in hiding since, until Captain America and Bucky Barnes start running around again, and she figures if they can show off, so can she. I know you said Inferno but I’m going to mostly answer these from the Back Then (pre-Inferno and pre-Bucky-falling-off-a-cliff) perspective because that’s the part of the relationship I have mapped out the best! Also, just in case you were wondering, yes I am answering these to further put off finishing her biography. It’s all I have left to do for her form and it’s like a third done, but. I don’t wanna. 
PRE-RELATIONSHIP- 
4) Who felt romantic feelings first? 
This is sort of a toss-up. Bucky was sort of immediately attracted to Quinn and the powerful vibes she was throwing out, but it took a little while before it became more than a passing interest for him. Quinn thought he was pretty from the moment she met him, but didn’t give him much of a chance, because she assumed he’d be like many of the other Male Officers she’d come across so far. She’d spent some time in a field hospital before being assigned to the 107th, and hadn’t received the respect she deserved from many of the male officers--even though she technically out-ranked them. However, she changed her tune when the two of them were the only ones in reach of another soldier who was wounded, and she began barking orders at him and he took every one of them swiftly and efficiently. This caused her to start seeing him in a different light, and her fondness of him only grew. She was much nicer to him then, and he began to realize he was more than just passively interested in her. So, romantic feelings, probably Quinn, but not for long. 
GENERAL- 
3) What was their first kiss like? 
God I actually have SO MANY thoughts about this one!! 
They have a lot of moments where they come close, pressed tightly against each other in a foxhole he’d pulled her into when an enemy opened fire, leaning over him to put pressure on a wound that would be fine, but she wanted to be safe, quiet whispers when they were scared they might not make it through the night, but their first kiss doesn’t actually come until a little ways into their story. 
It was late one night, and Quinn certainly should have been trying to sleep, but Barnes had volunteered for the first watch of the night. That day, they’d taken some quasi-victory--it was something small, but in their situation, you learn to celebrate the little things. Many of them had been drinking, sitting around a fire and telling stories, breathing in the smoky air and thinking of home, and these two weren’t exempt from that. Neither of them were drunk (most of what they’d drank had worn off by this point in the night) but if you asked them the next day, they’d say they were. 
Quinn went out to find him at his post, not exactly sure what or why she was doing what she was, all she knew is she wanted to see him (even though she’d spent the earlier half of the night glued to his side, nearly in his lap as they all shook with laughter). She’d sat down next to him, and he’d smiled, and they’d talked a little bit (neither of them remember later what on earth they talked about), and she’d leaned in, and so had he, and suddenly they were kissing, and it was everything. 
“We can’t,” she’d said. 
“Right, right,” he’d agreed. 
And they’d done it again. 
And again. 
LOVE- 
2) What are their primary love languages? 
I think that Quinn/Inferno, having grown up really during the Great Depression, has a big thing for receiving gifts. She never quite got out of the mentality of being so, incredibly poor for a large part of her childhood, that receiving gifts means so much to her. A lot of her childhood, her family and her neighbors would exchange goods for services (her neighbor gave her homemade jam for babysitting her kids, her father repaired a rocking chair for someone who gave them a bolt of fabric to make clothes from in return) and gifts simply for the sake of being gifts were somewhat foreign to her, but nevertheless incredibly appreciated. Giving her a gift now won’t produce quite the teary eyed response it might have when she was fifteen, but it still strikes her so deeply, and feels like such a great act of love. It’s not necessarily her primary love language, but it is one that strikes her straight to her core. 
I think they both have quite the thing for physical touch, and that when they were in the war together, just being able to feel the other person’s warmth and know they were alive went a long way. Probably a primary one for both of them, this is something that has really stuck for the both of them I think. Moving into the 21st century, positive physical touch is something Bucky has been deprived of for so long I think it would scare him a little bit, but especially when they finally admit that they both still love each other, I think just being there and holding each other would be big for them both. 
Real talk, Bucky has been deprived of love period for a long time, and I think it probably really messed up how he expresses and receives it. I think back in the war, Bucky seems very much like a words of affirmation kind of guy? Looking into his backstory, he was a big time over-achiever as a kid, and was apparently a 3-time YMCA boxing champion, and that all screams “loves being told that you’re proud of him” kind of guy. 
I’d actually love to hear your thoughts on this in regards to a current Bucky, because I don’t know how I think his current relationship with Words and generally what he went through might change that. Would that only get stronger after he’s used to the closest to praise he gets is being told his mission was successful? Would that make him crave honest affirmation and love even more? Or would it mess with his relationship with that sort of thing and make him really reject it? I’m sort of leaning towards the former, but I’m not sure. What do you think? 
DOMESTIC LIFE- 
7) How do they celebrate holidays? 
Oho boy. So, after that last question, I think some proper fluff is in order. So we’re actually going to skip into their timeline a little bit. 
Think of this as a few years down the road, when they’ve settled into a relationship and are living together. And we’re gonna talk Christmas, because, well. It’s christmas. These two were children in the 20s and 30s, and I think a lot of what they do for christmas is stuff that reminds them of back then, back in simpler times. Their first christmas living together, they watch three different versions of A Christmas Carol (because it was SUPER popular in the 20s!) in the week leading up to the holiday, and they debate whether they could get away with putting real candles on the tree (”I’m always here for fire” “you could put it out if something happened right?” “ah, it doesn’t work like that. I can only make the fire” They use LED lights). Bucky makes an incredible eggnog--he doesn’t quite remember the ingredients and proportions, but he tries using a recipe and then totally veers off the path and it comes out incredible. Quinn/Inferno is generally a really great cook, and she intends to cook Christmas dinner by herself (as was typical of her day) but Bucky wants to help, and she’s nervous he’ll be terrible at it but he’s actually great, and they cook together. They make way too much food, but all these years later, the excess doesn’t give them anxiety anymore, it feels good to be able to celebrate Christmas like this. They have leftovers for a week, and give extras out to people who don’t have their own. 
They love to host Christmas Eve dinner for their close friends, but no big crowds. Maybe a gift exchange with friends, and the first year they do this, they both say that they’ll open their gifts for each other at the gathering. However, on Christmas morning, they both reveal that they’d kept a special gift for the other person to open that day. They’re both shocked to see the other did the same thing, but think it’s adorable, and from then on it becomes a tradition. They always save one, special little thing for Christmas morning. (Maybe one year it’s a ring? Idk that’s not solid but it seems like the logical follow through on this!!) 
There it is!!! Thank you to Taylor Swift and the things I should have been doing but didn’t want to for how long this ended up being, and thank YOU for these questions it got some Real Creative Juices Flowing !!! 
@oh-cruel-fate i’m p sure it’ll notify you I answered your ask but just in case, you can never trust tumblr notifs and if you didn’t see this i might actually cry 
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a/n: this will be the first of my descendants series for skz! comment if you want a part 2 or which boy you want next!! idk why i did this in third person 
Stray Kids as Descendants 
WARNINGS: n/a........it is so weird to type that for me
Summary: Jeongin has always been quite quiet. He was one of the Descendants who tended to slip into the background. His parents weren't considered royalty in Auradon and he mostly kept to himself besides occasionally talking to Cinderella's son, Bangchan. He most certainly didn't expect the daughter of Hercules to talk to him one day.
Genre: descendants!au, nerd&jock!au, romance, fluff
Jeongin took after his mother, Kida in every aspect except for the fact that Jeongin was not brave. He was not strong, and he certainly was not a leader. While his appearance was his mother's, his personality was much like his father, Milo's. His head was almost always buried in a book, and punctuality was certainly not his specialty.
Such as now.
The white haired boy sprinted into Auradon prep, papers flying behind him. Jeongin had spent most of the previous night entranced in some maps his father had sent him. He didn't mean to oversleep, he had set an alarm.........he was pretty sure he set an alarm.
"Second warning, Jeongin!" Fairy Godmother yelled as a flash of white and blue raced passed her. Just as the bell tolled across the campus, Jeongin burst into his History of Auradon class. The teacher sighed and motioned for him to sit down and with a bright red blush on his ears and cheeks, he did.
Nervously he looked around, trying to see if anyone was watching him, laughing at him. Everyone seemed to turn back to the lecture except for one pair of eyes. A small smirk perched on the girl's lips and she had a sort of twinkle in her eye. Quickly he looked away before his cheeks turned a deeper red.
He had often seen her with Chan, Cinderella's son. Chan needed tutoring sometimes and Jeongin was always happy to help after Chan's practice had ended. He wasn't sure of their relationship, but he knew that the girl, Y/n was one of the only two girls in the history of Auradon to be put on the Tourney team. It was a brutal sport, one that only a daughter of Hercules would be thrilled to play. And.....some part of him wanted to be apart of it too.
Jeongin didn't have many friends. He wasn't part of any club. He mostly kept to himself, his studies, and his maps. But there was this deep desire to be part of that team. At first he thought maybe he just wanted to have some more friends. But the more he watched the practices and watched the team, he couldn't take his eyes off of her.
She was so strong and powerful. He honestly thought it made her more beautiful. He had heard some of the other girls in school shame Y/n for even trying out for the team.
Something about her fascinated him. Like she was a map with a secret for him to find. Jeongin's day continued as normal. At four o'clock he went to the field where he waited for Chan in the bleachers. Tourney practice was just ending and two figures started climbing the stairs toward Jeongin. His heart stopped when he saw Y/n coming up with Chan. She had her H/c pushed back and beads of sweat lay on her forehead making her skin have a shimmering effect in the sunlight.
"Jeongin! You didn't wait long did you?" Chan clapped him on the back with a smile. "No. Of course not. Not at all." His words stumbled out of his mouth as if they were tripping over themselves. "It was a great practice. You were fantastic, Y/n." She looked surprise at the mention of her name. In all honesty she did not think Jeongin would want to talk to her. Most boys that weren't on the team were too intimidated by her. "Oh....um thanks. Jeongin right? You're the one keeping this idiot on the team?"
He couldn't do much else but nod. "Do you like Tourney?" Jeongin mentally cursed himself for simply nodding again. His mother would be appalled at his actions.
"Why don't you try out then?"
"Jeongin? Play Tourney? Y/n have you seen him? No offense, Innie." Jeongin blushed at Chan's nickname for him. His shoes suddenly became very fascinating.
"Seriously. A few weeks of training and I bet I could get him in your position, Mr. Linebacker."
"I will gladly take that bet."
"The usual then?"
"Of course."
They shook hands and she smirked. Before Jeongin could react Y/n had take the books in his arms and shoved them at Chan. "I'll be taking your tutor then." She threw and arm over Jeongin's shoulder and guided the two of them down the steps.
"Wait whose going to tutor me?"
"Ask Seungmin!!"
"YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!"
That night Jeongin sat on his bed in sweats and a t-shirt looking over another of his dad's maps. Woojin his roommate had long gone to sleep and was snoring quietly on the other side of the room.
A knock broke the silence of the room. No one ever came this late, not even room checks. Usually Woojin's friends left about ten. Maybe one of them forgot something?
Jeongin winced as his bare feet padded against the freezing wood floor. Opening the door he found Y/n standing with a bright smile. "Do you have the wrong room number?" She couldn't possibly be looking for him.....could she?
"No. This is your room." Jeongin stood in confused silence for a seconds before again asking a question. "Is this about the history notes? Cause I can give you mine." As he turned back into the room she stopped him. "Do you not remember this afternoon?"
"You weren't joking?"
"Do you think I would casually bet The Suspicious Purchase?"
"What's The Suspicious Purchase?"
She shrugged and tugged on his wrist. "I'll tell you later. Come on! We have training to do." Y/n dragged Jeongin down the hall, a big smile plastered on her face.
The night air was cool and a warm spring wind blew across their faces. Jeongin quietly followed the girl he had admired from afar all the way to the Tourney field. The lights were on illuminating the bright green grass. Y/n turned to the boy with white hair when they had reached the edge of the field. She couldn't help but notice the sharp angles of the boy's face which were hidden by his large round spectacles.
"Take off the hoodie. Let's see what we have to work with." Nervously Jeongin removed the hoodie and stood in a tank top that he hoped he had remembered to wash. She eyed him up and down and made a circle around him as well.
He was nervous.
He had already spent more time and said more words to her than ever before. She was quite pleasantly surprised to find a little bit of muscle on the boy. She tried to ignore how cute he looked in something other than a button up. "Okay! You know the rules of Tourney, yes?" Jeongin nodded with a smile. "My mom loves Tourney." The smile didn't go unnoticed by Y/n at the mention of his mother.
"Whose your mother?"
"Kida."
"That explains the hair."
They both chuckled before returning to an awkward silence. Jeongin kept asking himself what his mother would say. She always knew exactly the right thing to say and never doubted her words or confidence.
However it was Y/n to break the silence. "I thought we could start with the track to get your endurance up." Jeongin nodded once again with a smile and followed her to the track that bordered the field. "You don't talk much do you?" A blush creeped up his cheeks as they started to jog. "Sorry...I'm just not used to having someone to talk to."
His words stuck with her. She recalled every time she had seen him. Each time he was alone. No friends. He was always by himself. "Well now you do. And you better not leave anything out." She chuckled and nudged his arm.
For the next hour she trained him for try outs. Jeongin struggled but he put on a brave face and did everything she asked with a smile. He knew that in the end this would be good for him. Not only would he be on the team, but he would be closer to Y/n.
She kept him talking the entire time. Jeongin couldn't quite understand what she found so interesting about him. Truly Y/n wanted to know the boy. He was always so quiet and shy. She hated seeing him left out of groups at school.
Every night for the next two weeks she came to his door. They would train together. She never left him behind and always made sure he was going at his own pace. And a funny thing happened. People started noticing Jeongin. Maybe it was this new glow he had about him. Or how he felt more confident in his body. Or maybe it was the fact that Y/n walked down the hall with him everyday without fail. Jeongin was happy. He had friends and people actually liked talking to him. He even got quite close to Y/n’s brother, Changbin.
The night before tryouts however, Y/n didn’t show up at his dorm. Woojin had gotten quite used to his roommate going out so he often stayed up until he left. “Maybe she thought you didn’t need anymore training?” Jeongin shook his head as he watched the door, shoulders slumped and heavy. She had confirmed the time with him earlier that day. The clock chimed one and Jeongin shot up from his bed and threw on his jacket. “Where are you going?”
“To find Y/n.”
The white haired boy wandered the dark halls looking for her room number. He knew she shared a room with Jasmine and Pocahontas's daughters, but what was the number again?
After walking up and down the corridor he finally found the right room. Hesitantly, he knocked on the door. He pushed his doubts away as the wooden door opened. But, it wasn’t the girl he wanted to see. Serina, Jasmine’s daughter opened the door with a sickeningly sweet smile on her face. 
“Oh. Well isn’t this unexpected.”
Her voice was dripping with sarcasm. “You’re here for the tramp?” His face twisted at the word. Was this normal for girls? He didn’t know. “One minute, blondie.” She left the frame, but her voice could be heard in the hall. 
“Hey Tramp! One of your boyfriends is at the door. You’d better go see him.”
The laughter that followed stabbed at his heart and his smile started to fall from his face. It dropped completely when he saw Y/n’s form shuffle to the door, her head down in shame. 
“Jeongin....now’s not a good time. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Jeongin had to stop her from closing the door on him. His mind tried to desperately find an excuse for her to come out with him. “My dad...he-uh....just sent me a new map. I was wondering if you wanted to check it out with me.” Jeongin’s eyes glanced behind her to the two girls who were doing nothing to hide their laughter.
“Please?” He asked once more.
Slowly she lifted her head and Jeongin tried to keep a straight face when he saw her tears.Y/n nodded slowly and closed the door without a sound. The two students walked in silence, not particularly going anywhere. Each thought they were following the other, but somehow both ended up at the center of the Tourney field again.
“You wanna talk about it?” 
Her hair blew in the night wind as she faced away from Jeongin. "It's fine." Was all she said. But Jeongin knew. He had said those words many times before and it never meant what he said.
"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." He was met with silence. Looking around he saw a pair of the focus mitts lying on the bench. He picked them up and began slipping his hands into the back slot. He tapped her shoulder gently, with a small smile.
"Come on! Give me a tap."
With a sad laugh she wiped her tears away. She gave the pad a little love tap and then looked at Jeongin.
"No. For real. You can do better than that."
She hit it a little harder this time. She watched Jeongin shake his head with a tiny smile. The next time she hit the pad hard enough for Jeongin's hand to recoil the tiniest bit.
"You are the daughter of Hercules. I know you can do better. Come on!"
Y/n stared at the gloves for a moment and the sadness came back into her eyes. With the swiftness only a demigod could have she struck the glove again and again. Her final punch sent Jeongin flying twenty feet back.
"OH MY GOD, JEONGIN! I AM SO SORRY!"
"It's fine!"
She ran over and kneeled next to the boy as he lay on the ground. Frantically she took off the gloves and checked every bone in his hands. Jeongin watched her intently as she held his hand with such care. Worriedly she helped him sit up and winced with him when she pushed to hard on his shoulder.
"Do you feel better?" The blonde boy said with a genuine smile that lit up the night. She nodded and looked into Jeongin's eyes. "Thank you." Without thinking about it she brought her lips to his cheek to place a chaste kiss on his skin. It was like an instinct from a past life that felt natural and safe in the moment.
She froze when she realized what she had done. Jeongin's eyes turned to saucers and every muscle in his body went rigid and he could feel his heartbeat pulsing in every part of him. He hoped to God it was too dark to see the bright red blush on his ears and cheeks.
"I am so sorry!"
"No-no it's....it's fine....I uh-"
There was an awkward silence and each of them were hoping the other didn't see the heat on their cheeks. Each were hoping the other would speak. Each were hoping the other would make the next move.
"Y/n?"
"Yes, Jeongin?"
"Umm.....could you maybe close your eyes for a second?"
"Umm....okay...."
Hesitantly she closed her eyes and Jeongin couldn't help but take in every single aspect of her face. The lines of her nose. The angle in her cheeks. The creases near her eyes. He did something he never though he could.
He kissed her.
Y/n wasn't surprised when she felt his lips on hers. She couldn't help but smile at how gentle and soft the kiss was. He flinched away slightly when her hand placed itself on his chest just below his shoulder. To his surprise she didn't pull away, instead she returned his kiss ten fold.
After a moment he pulled away and looked down at the field. Y/n couldn't stop the blush on her cheeks from the moment they had shared and she smiled even wider when she caught glimpse of the cute grin Jeongin was trying to hide.
"Can I walk you back to your room?"
"I would love that."
Like a gentleman Jeongin took her hand and helped her off the ground and he didn't let go of it as the two started walking back to the dorms.
The morning of try outs Jeongin ran joyfully to the Tourney field. His shy grin fell into place on his lips when he saw Y/n waving to him near Chan and her brother. A flush came over his ears when she greeted him with a happy kiss, her arms draping around his neck.
“Well....that’s new.”
Both boys looked at the pair in question and shock. Changbin eyed Jeongin up and down in a way only a brother could. “So, Jeongin, are you ready for try outs?” A smirk played on Chan’s lips. Before Jeongin could slip into old habits Y/n placed a hand on his chest and looked up at him. “Of course. He’s got this in the bag. You better watch out, Chan. He’s coming for your spot.” 
Chan scoffed as the coach’s whistle blew calling all players to the field.With a smile Y/n sent Jeongin off and joined the two boys on the bleachers to watch. She watched with pride as Jeongin passed through each tier with ease. She could see the smile on his face as he played the scrimmage and cheered loudly anytime the white haired boy scored or completed a tackle. 
Beside her Chan was dumbfounded at the sheer force and speed the skinny boy had. The second the coach blew the final whistle he knew he was screwed. Head in his hands Changbin and Y/n dragged him onto the field to hear the results. Jeongin found reassurance in Y/n’s words and the grip she held on his gloved hand.
“New team members are as follows.”
He held his breath.
“Byun Baekhyun; Goalie.”
Y/n rubbed her thumb over his hand.
“Yang Jeongin; Linebacker. Thank you all for trying out. See you at practice on Tuesday.”
Y/n screamed and turned to Jeongin with the brightest smile her brother had ever seen her wear. “You did it!” He was still shocked as he embraced her. The team came over and congratulated the new members with excitement. Chan’s face fell when Y/n turned to him with an impish grin.
“Chan, we should get going shouldn’t we? I forgot that I need to go shopping!”
Ten minutes later Chan, Y/n, Jeongin, and Changbin piled out of her car into the most busiest grocery store parking lot. “Why are we here again?” Jeongin whispered to Bin. “This is their usual punishment for losing a bet.” 
Jeongin followed silently behind Y/n as she led the boys down an aisle. The devilish look returned on her face when she pulled three items off various shelves. His eyes widened when she shoved them into Chan’s arms. 
“Check out on your card, no talking. Oh and don’t forget to smile.” With a dejected sigh Chan stepped into the busiest line and groaned when he saw a girl, specifically the daughter of Dr. Facilier, who Chan had grown a crush on. Y/n and her brother laughed at their luck as the watched near the exit. 
Jeongin just watched still not fully understanding the punishment. With the most innocent and largest smile he had seen Chan put the biggest cucumber they could find, condoms, and lube on the conveyor. You could see the heat on his ears and the sweat on his forehead as he tried to keep the smile.
The girl looked up at him with an arched eyebrow as she saw the items roll down the conveyor. “You Auradon kids are weird.” She rang him up and chuckled as he took the bag not dropping the smile. Jeongin couldn’t help but laugh two as Chan turned and walked towards them with tears almost in his eyes.
Y/n and Changbin fell onto the floor in a fit of laughter muttering incoherent sentences. After they had calmed down Jeongin helped her up and took her hand as they exited the store. 
“What’s with that smile?” She asked as the setting sun illuminated the boy’s face in a golden orange glow. He turned towards her and looked at the girl he was lucky to call his now.
“I just feel comfortable being myself around you.”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know. I don’t feel like I have to be my mother or my father when I’m with you. I just feel like me.”
“Well....I think I like you.”
Jeongin smiled and leaned down to connect their lips in Auradon’s last few minutes of setting sun.
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afriendlyphobia · 5 years
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pairing: Spider-man/peter parker x reader
genre: flufff
warnings: none :)
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word count: 2.6k
A/n: tbh i got this idea while i was cleaning my room. so idk if it even makes sense and i haaaate itttt also this is the longest one shot fic i’ve ever written lord help me
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You looked up from your homework, chewing on the end of your pencil lightly. It was a habit that you had never been able to let go, but you claimed it helped you “think better”. You eyes narrowed in on your best friend who was currently lounging next to you on his phone.
“Hey Pete.” The brunette looked over at you, eyes wide with a puzzled expression.
“Exactly how does being on your phone help you with studying for finals?” You questioned him jokingly. After all, he was the one who had begged you to come over and study claiming that he couldn’t focus alone.
“I already know all the material.” He shrugged, going back to scroll through his feed.
Your eyebrows bumped together and confusion. “Then why did you beg and plead to come study with me?”
“Is there a problem with me wanting to hang out with my best friend since second grade?” He questioned you innocently, rolling onto his stomach. He placed his head on his palms and blinked at you with puppy eyes.
Okay, you had to admit he had a point. The two of you were practically inseparable. From spending almost everyday together or on video call to constantly texting, you almost considered him your brother.
Almost.
See, you happened to have a rather huge crush on none other than Peter Parker. You’d started having feelings for him nearly two years ago, and assumed that the butterflies would die in a few month. But you were wrong...so wrong.
The butterflies had seemed to multiply and now you were in love with the curly haired, starry-eyed, beautiful boy whom you called your friend...and nothing more.
But there was nothing you could do to fix your problem. You risked a lot by telling him about your feelings. Peter wasn’t the type to stop being friends with you just because you liked him, but you didn’t want to ruin things and make it awkward.
It was cliche, you knew that. But this was real life. Things don’t work like those movies and books do...right?
What you didn’t know is that Peter wasn’t much better off that you. He had liked you since, well, you first met him. He had just never said anything due to the same reasons you had.
That and recently Peter had started having a growing attraction to someone he could never tell you about in a million years.
You shook your head, coming back to reality, and rolled your eyes at him. “What are you doing anyway?”
He showed the screen of his phone to you before moving it back. “Reading science pick up lines.” He said, as if the pastime was completely normal.
“Oooooh~ Peterrr wanna tell me about her?” You cooed, mimicking a basic highschool girl while moving closer to him.
“Nahhh.” He rolled over onto his side so his back was facing you. “Don’t think I will.”
You’d be a liar if you didn’t admit that you’re heart dropped for a second. But how could you not expect him to have a crush on someone else. Honestly you were surprised he didn’t even have anyone in the first place considering how beautiful and perfect he was.
You didn’t reply, only going back to study your notes. Your answer being in the form of the sound of you writing.
“Do you wanna hear one?” His soft voice asked after a few seconds of silence.
You signed and slowly nodded without looking up, but you could just tell he was beaming at the moment.
“Ok ok... So. My love for you is like the universe.” You raised an eyebrow at him. “Never ending!”
His face almost made you laugh, but just for the spite of it, you kept a straight face and slowly shook your head in fake disapproval.
“Not feelin it?”
“Try another one, Champ.” You rolled your eyes, a tiny smile pulling at your lips.
“Fine.” He sighed, scrolling through his phone for another second before glancing at you. “Do you like science? Cuz i’ve got my ion you.”
The joke was bad enough, but Peter, being the little shit he is, added a wink into the mix. To avoid blushing madly from the tiny gesture, you picked up a pillow and threw it at him as hard as possible.
“What the—Ouch!” He flailed off the bed, exaggerating his pain and rolled around on the floor. “Oh i’m wounded!” He groaned before picking the same weapon up and chucking it back at you.
You ducked, missing his attack completely. You smiled widely at him, holding up two middle fingers innocently.
“You’re the worst.” You rolled your eyes, a tiny giggle still detectable in your voice. “You and your pick-up lines.”
“Hey, I’m just warming up.” Peter sat up, pushing the messy curls from his eyes. “You must be a 90 degree angle because to me, you look just right.”
“PETER!” You yelled, once again chucking the pillow back at him. This time however, you were giggling at his stupid self. It wasn’t long before he too joined you as a laughing mess. All which was music to your ears.
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The next day was an absolute roller coaster for you. It started out like any normal day, but after getting an Avengers alert in the middle of AP Chem, things got a little crazy.
That would be your third unexcused absence that week. If you kept your side job up, your mother would start to wonder what you were doing instead.
Of course it wasn’t your fault, it was either get perfect attendance or save the world. You chose the latter.
Stumbling out of school, you ran into a abandoned alley way and began hurriedly stripping out of your school clothes, revealing the slightly armored spandex suit that was hidden beneath. You shuffled through your bag, pulling out the black, red, and silver mask.
You stuffed your school back in its normal hiding spot before running down the alley, failing to notice the webbed (in plain sight) backpack also there.
“Hey. F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” You tapped your temple.
“Yes, Ms. L/N?” The automated voice responded.
“Pick me up.”
“Already on it, look behind you.” You glanced over your shoulder, smiling under your mask as your similarly colored motorcycle approached from behind.
Doing a backflip at exactly the right moment, you landed perfectly on the seat of your ride. Gripping the handles, your sped up, moving faster towards the indicated spot on your mask’s digital map.
“Incoming call from: Spider-Man.” You raised your eyebrows at the notification but told F.R.I.D.A.Y. to answer it.
“Hey Webhead!” You greeted your partner. Without the original Avengers around to protect Manhattan, the two of you had become the next generation. The dynamic duo. Partners in fighting crime. “How’s downtown looking?”
You heard incoherent sarcastic mumbling before getting a reply. “Looks like a giant mechanic thingy.”
“Thingy? Very professional.”
“—Shut up. You’re late anyway.”
You swerved hard around a truck, leaning in order to make it in time before oncoming traffic reached you. “Sorry we live in Manhattan. Traffic isn’t always ideal.” You rolled your eyes at your partner.
“Wanna take the high route?” You could hear the ‘thwip’ sound of his webshooters, knowing that he was already in his way.
You didn’t reply, just ended the call and gave F.R.I.D.A.Y a quick command. “Hey take over for me, will you?”
“Of course.”
You let go of the handle bars, raising one arm, knowing your spider-friend wasn’t far away.
A gloved hands clasped your semi-covered one and pulled you into the air.
“Yoink!” You looked up at the hero, knowing that he was grinning behind his mask.
“Really? Every time?” Your mask’s eyes narrowed at him in faux disapproval.
He shrugged, using the momentum of swinging to pull you up against his body. You wrapped your arms around his neck, allowing him to let go of you and use both hands to swing through the city. You could feel his heart beat, and it was racing. You could only assume he was nervous about the fight; you were too.
The two of you were close, fighting crime together for almost a year now was one of the factors. However, you didn’t really know who he actually was.
It was a promise you both made when you signed up for the job. You weren’t gonna let your personal lives get mixed with your hero lives. It was sensible, but it didn’t keep you from wondering what he looked like under than mask. You’d be naive to assume he never thought the same.
Not long after, the two of you were standing on a rooftop, watching as the giant mechanical monster worked it’s way towards the heart of Manhattan.
You breathed out an exasperated breath as you watched it. “Hydra again?”
Spider-Man crossed his arms across his chest and shrugged. “I’m assuming so. Looks tougher than last time though.”
“Don’t be a whimp.” You shrugged, attempting to mask the worry in your own voice. “You ready to go, Spidey?”
He looked from you, to the machine, then back to you. “Ready as I’ll ever be.” He held out his hand, ready for your famous handshake.
You smiled, following his lead before jumping into action.
~i can’t write fight scenes help~
Nearly two hours later, you sat on the same rooftop from before as a bruised, sweaty, and bloody mess. You could feel the wounds healing due to your healing factor, but it hurt none the less.
Spider-man has dropped you off (per your command) and was dealing with the clean up and press. but you expected him to be back at any moment.
As if he had heard your thoughts, the masked web-slinger showed up. He landed on the rooftop, his body language showing how exhausted he really was.
He stumbled over to you, sliding down the same half wall you rested against.
“Back from the red carpet?” You quipped, trying to control your heaving breathing.
“Har. Har.” He mock laughed, placing a hand over the burned scar on his abdomen while wincing.
He glanced at you, one of his fiberglass eye-lenses was cracked, giving you the first look at his real eyes you had ever seen. But there was something else, the tiny part of his cheek you could seen was...pink? Was he blushing?
You shook your head. No, of course not. He was probably just worn out.
But his eyes didn’t leave your figure. They were searching you, even though most of your face was covered (except for the parts now exposed from cuts and burns).
But there was something familiar about those eyes. Something that you couldn’t put your together due to your hazy, tired mind.
Your partner seemed to be thinking something similar as you. But he gave up, resting his head back against the wall and sighed heavily.
“Hey.” He breathed, not looking at you. You didn’t verbal reply, just looking at you with tired eyes. “Do you like science?”
You raised you eyebrow, mouth moving to open as you finally began to piece two and two together.
“Cuz I’ve got my ion you.” Laughing breathlessly at his joke, the hero attempted to lighten the mood. the effort caused him to wince several times during the process.
“Wha...what the?” You slowly sat up, eyes widening. “Peter..?”
The visible eye widened in shock. “Uh, uh.” He cleared his throat, lowering his voice. “What are you talkin—“ You pulled off you mask, eyes still wide with surprise. “Y/N?!!”
Spider-man reached up and pulled up off his own mask, his eyes nearly as wide as yours.
There sat your childhood best friend, bruised from battle, with his mouth hanging wide open.
“How can this be?” He asked, his voice going an octave higher as he stuttered. “My best friend is also my hero partner? That’s crazy, i mean, what are the chances of that? And to think I stopped liking you because i thought i had no chance and I started liking your alter ego—wait, shit.” He covered his mouth with his hands.
“Peter...?” Leaning towards him, your voice fell to just barely above a whisper. “You like...me?”
“Well I...” He glanced at you and pushed back his messy curls from his forehead. “Yes...I like you. I’ve liked you ever since we met.” He admitted sheepishly.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” You asked softly, already knowing the reason.
“Because...you just seemed so out of my league.” He glanced down at his hands, fidgeting nervously with the webshooters. “You’re amazing, sweet, kind, and absolutely beautiful. Plus we have such an amazing friendship I—“ He took a deep breath when you placed your own hand over his, slowly interlocking them.
He looked up at you, a sudden wave of boldness washing through his veins. “—I don’t wanna just be your friend.”
His free hand moved up to cup your cheek; his eyes glanced from your eyes to your lips. “I want to be more.” He breathed.
You didn’t reply, your actions speaking for you as you leaned closer to him.
“Can I..?” Peter asked, unsure suddenly as doubts began to flood his mind.
You could tell he was about to say something else, but before he could say anything, you gently pressed your lips against his.
And suddenly a beautiful feeling washed over you. Those butterflies you had been holding onto seemed to burst into freedom. Your lips moved in sync, like they were made to be together.
Peter’s hands found your hips naturally, holding onto you as if you were his lifeline. You hands wrapped around his neck, fingers twirling gently in his soft hair.
Pulling back for hair, your chests heaved, but you kept your forehead pressed against his.
“Hey Pete?” You asked softly.
He hummed in response, face still red and heart pounding.
“I think...I love you.” You whispered now only a few centimeters from his lips.
Peter’s heart skipped a beat when you said those words. Those magical words he never thought he would hear you say. He bit his lips, savoring the sound of you saying it play over and over in his mind.
“Can you..” He hesitated. “Can you say that again?”
Your eyebrows bumped together as you leaned back to get a better look at him. “I love you?”
Like a giddy middle school girl, he fell backwards, nearly giggling from all the emotions that were coursing through him.
“Oh my god, Y/N!” He laughed, covering his face with his hands before jumping up.
“I love you. I love you. I love you!” He laughed, forgetting all previous pain. You looked at him, smiling at how genuinely happy he was. He reached a hand out to you, pulling you up.
He twirled you around, causing you to giggle at his pure reaction to the event. Coming back in from the twirl, you wrapped your arms around his torso, hugging him tightly.
He laughed softly, resting his head in the crook of your neck, beaming like a little kid in a candy store.
“Are you less than 90 degrees?”
“Peter, don’t you dare—“
“Cause you’re acute girl!” He laughed, and you pushed away from him, punching his chest (lightly of course). He laughed, giving you the biggest grin possible. “You know you love me.” He smirked, winking at you.
You blushed, shaking your head as you crossed your arms. “Yeah..” You huffed. “Yeah I love you..”
You smiled at each other, getting lost in the magic of the night.
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do you think weird it's for someone to have never tried soda? I’d be surprised that they were never curious enough to try it if they can access soda, but then again I live in a third world country and not everyone gets to try everything. I’ve learned to judge less when it comes to opportunities like this. is there any foreign film you recommend? Portrait of a Lady on Fire was fucking intense and so, so so good. do you have the same religious beliefs as your parents? My dad might also be atheist, but I’ve never known for sure. He once confided in me that he was atheist in college but “it changed” when he met my mom... but honestly we’ve always grunted the same way whenever my mom tells us it’s time to pray or if we have to watch our weekly mass livestream. So idk. I think he just acts Catholic to appease her, but yeah he’s definitely weird about it. which floor of your house/building are you on now? Second floor. It’s my first time to want to hang out in my bedroom in months because IT’S ACTUALLY RAINING and it’s cold enough in my room to wanna stay here. are there any maps hanging in your room? No maps here.
are you often a third wheel? or is someone a third wheel to you? Yep I third wheel pretty often. My girlfriend and I study in different schools and I have friends in my school who are couples, so if Gab isn’t visiting my campus for the day I just tag along with my couple friends. I don’t get bothered or feel insecure by it because I have my own relationship lolol what's the last dvd you bought? Holy shit...DVD? I don’t even remember anymore. It was most likely an Audrey Hepburn film, back in 2013 when I was really into her. That or Beyoncé’s Life Is But A Dream documentary, which was the last thing she ever released on DVD. Also came out in 2013. tell me about your favorite pair of jeans. High-waisted 90s-styled jeans. Nothing much to say other than they fit me well, I got a lot of compliments whenever I have them on, and they match any t-shirt I paired with, which made me like wearing t-shirts again haha. would you ride a motorcycle if given the chance? (or have you?) I would but only if someone super experienced was driving. I haven’t been on one because my parents don’t allow me to, and tbh I don’t mind the rule because I’m mostly scared of motorcycles anyway. is your hair healthy? No. Some hair salon I went to around ten years ago put some cheap products in my hair when I had it rebonded and it never felt 100% healthy again. Until today it gets very stiff when it gets into contact with water and only shampoo, and I always have to pair it with conditioner. if a hotel offered free breakfast in bed, what would you order? Eggs Benedict and some very creamy warm coffee. how often do you take a train? Never. I don’t trust the public transport here and I’m better off driving in my own car. what are your thoughts on reincarnation? (have you ever read up about it?) I don’t think of it at all because I don’t believe in it. I don’t mind others who are into it, just don’t shove it down my throat.  what's your favorite led zeppelin song? I don’t have one. does your home have a balcony/deck/porch? Yeah we have a balcony. We used to have a full balcony, but we transformed 3/4 of it into my brother’s current room a few years ago because he was starting to grow up and he needed his own room. We retained 1/4 of the space so that it can be the place where my dog can still do his business. what does your closet/wardrobe say about you? It says I am a very messy person who can’t keep her closet consistently organized lol. It will also tell you I’m quite girly based on the clothes I own. do you enjoy theatre? I was never a fan. how would you feel about traveling abroad alone? If I was offered the chance to do it I certainly wouldn’t give it up, but I really, really, preferably would travel with at least one companion. Traveling is one of those experiences I’d want to share with someone, and I would hate if I had to go back to my hotel room at the end of the day with no one to talk to. who would you call a lyrical genius? Laura Jane Grace. how do you treat yourself? My go-to gift for myself is giving into my cravings hahaha. Nothing speaks more to me than food, and if I feel like I deserve a reward for a job well done, I’ll go to a slightly more expensive restaurant to celebrate. do you have an interesting passport? Idk, it’s a normal one and I never had it customized or anything. are you going to pursue a career according to what you enjoy? I hope I get to. I really enjoyed my PR internship and I’d love to be headed there. what happens to your old clothes? They go to the very back or the very bottom of my wardrobe for the most part. My mom will make us throw out clothes we don’t like anymore once a year, so that’s the time I get to get rid of them. what's your favorite frozen treat? Cornetto ice cream is one of my faaaaavorite comfort snacks. The end of the cone where they save chocolate chunks is the best part. who supports you financially? My parents. Getting increasingly guiltier about it by the day, too. if you wanted to go to the movie cinema, how would you get there? I would wait for the clock to strike midnight tonight, because in 48 minutes they’ll finally loosen lockdown rules AND I CAN FINALLY GO OUT. Hahaha. After that I’ll jump to my car, drive out of the village, take a u-turn, and I’m there. how many pillows are on your bed? Two big ones. would you pay more for organic food? Only if I had the money for it. Organic food is a thing of the (very) privileged here and is not very accessible to begin with, unless you’re in posher grocieries. have you ever had a crush on a sibling's friend or a friend's sibling? I haven’t. I’d find it weird considering they’re all a bit younger than me. do you have a friend who mooches? what to do about it? (or is it you?) She’s never done it with me but I’ve heard enough horror stories about her to know that she tends to do this, but yeah Mils is apparently quite the moocher. I’m soooo not one; I’d wait for my friends to offer to pay for stuff, but otherwise I’m fighting them over the bill lmao. do you know much about feng shui? (do you use it?) I’m not knowledgeable on it but I’m definitely familiar with it, because we have a rather large Filipino-Chinese community/culture in the country that glorifies feng shui during Chinese New Year season. I don’t really have a choice but have Chinese culture shoved down my throat whether it’s in the news, the media, or my Chinese friends.  how would you make friends in a quiet class? I preferably wouldn’t because I’m only interested in getting good grades and getting that class over with hahaha. But if I was interested in making a friend or two, I’d typically scan the classroom and see who seems to be responsible? Like if they take notes as hard as I do. are you generally a quick learner? No. I take some time, and I especially take long if the thing being taught is more hands-on, like origami. I’ve just never been good at following certain tasks, and I prefer learning from reading instructions. what's your favorite spot to read? Skywalk or the dining table. has anyone given you a nickname you didn't like? (what was it?) Not that I can recall. I’m okay with all of them. did you know that buddha is not considered a god to buddhists? Yes. do you save tickets from movies, etc.? If it’s a significant enough date or event, sure. I’ve kept my 2018 Paramore gig ticket to this day, but like I’ve thrown out my ticket for Knives Out because I hated the movie lol. without looking him up, who was jim morrison? Vocalist for The Doors. when's the last time your bedroom was painted/wallpapered? Idk, 2006 or 2007 when the house was being made? It’s never been repainted. teach me something in another language. (not french/chinese/german/arabic) Why so language-ist lmaooooooo uh “Nakauwi ka na?” means “Did you get home? / Have you gotten home?” what type of body wash did you last use? Idk, I never read the labels on it actually. what type of music do you like and why? Right now I’m into lo-fi because it makes me feel relaxed, but I’m also starting to get into the recent trend where today’s artists put out songs that sound like they’re from the 80s, like Dua Lipa’s Physical or The Weeknd’s Blinding Lights - I think the genre is called synth pop/synthwave. They simply sound cool haha and they’re awesome to listen to while driving. if you randomly want to eat something in the house, do you eat it or wait? I check the time, like if we’re supposed to be having dinner soon, then act accordingly. who knows the most about you (besides yourself)? My girlfriend. do you have a nervous habit? (e.g. biting nails, tapping feet, smoking) Plucking eyebrow or eyelash hair, but that behavior is reserved for extreme cases where I’m incredibly and inconsolably anxious. On a milder day I would vape, sigh a lot, or bite my nails. how's your favorite pro sports team doing lately? I don’t watch sports with teams. would you be/are you a good role model to a younger sibling? I don’t get into trouble but I’m not the best influence either.
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hosffblog · 5 years
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My Shinobi Summerfest Exchange Post
Idk why it took me so long to write this, but I hope you enjoy this:
Inspired by the recent Area 51 Raid, I present to you, @ghost-kaiju
Lost!
or
Why Obito is Never Allowed to Navigate EVER Again
@shinobisummerfest
“I can’t believe I thought it would be a good idea to let you navigate…” Kakashi grumbled, rolling his eyes at his companion from the driver’s seat. “‘Let me navigate,’ you said, ‘it’ll be fine’, you sa—”
Obito scowled, his hands gripping the map tightly and cut him off. “Oh, like you could’ve done any fucking better, Bakashi!”
It wasn’t his fault, really. Obito was an alright navigator usually, it was just that since they were driving so far out into the desert, the lack of reception rendered his smartphone’s GPS system virtually useless. The three of them had had to pull over hours ago at a small gas station to purchase an honest to God map from the chuckling older woman behind the register. They were back on the road in no time after being bade good luck by their cashier who quite obviously didn’t think that the two young adults very obviously used to automatic navigation via smartphone could manage on their own.
They were fine for the most part; sure, the map was kinda confusing and it took the three of them thirty minutes to figure out where they were, but once they did that, it was smooth sailing.
Until nightfall.
The young man next to Obito snorted derisively, glaring without quite looking away from the road. “Um, yeah. I most definitely could have.”
“It’s not my fault I misread the map! It’s dark!” he protested, his voice rising.
Before Kakashi could shoot back a scathing response, they were interrupted.
“What are you guys arguing about up there? I’m trying to sleep” a third person called out groggily from where she was sprawled out in the back seat. She shifted, rising onto her elbows to stare blearily at the two arguing boys and groaned. “Oh god, Obito’s fidgetting, what did he do?”
Not for the first time, he cursed Rin’s observational skills to the deepest depths of hell.
Kakashi sighed long-sufferingly. “Glad you could join us, Sleeping Beauty. Obito here got us hopelessly, desperately lost.”
Piercing brown eyes found Obito’s in the rearview mirror before he looked away. “What? I thought you said you had a great sense of direction! Weren’t you, like, an Eagle Scout or something?”
Obito flinched before responding sheepishly, praying that his pale cheeks weren’t as red as they felt. For the first time that night, he was thankful for the darkness. “I, uh, was a cub scout for three weeks when I was nine.”
Rin flopped dramatically back down onto the upholstered seats, heaving a great sigh. “Great. Now we’re gonna miss dinner. I hope you’re happy with ruining my life, Obito. Because you ruined it— shot it in the face and threw it down a flight of stairs before running over it with your Nissan Leaf.”
“Rin, I—“
“A fucking Leaf!”
The weekend was supposed to be a fun one. The three of them were driving to a music festival to meet up with some college friends from their cohort as a last-hoorah before they all graduated. It was a tradition amongst their friend group; every spring break, they would all pick something to do whether that be a camping trip at a national park, a road trip, amusement park-hopping, or, in this case, a music festival.
The three of them were supposed to meet up at the Whirlpool Inn at ten Most of their friend group drove together in Kurenai’s car since they all left campus two days ago right after they finished the last of their midterms. Unfortunately for Kakashi, Rin, and Obito, their exams weren’t done until the day they had to leave since the Criminal Justice and Biology Departments liked to make their lives difficult. Because of the headstart Kurenai, Asuma, Gai, and Genma had, the four of them had been at that hotel for a full day already waiting for them.
But now, they were in the middle of goddamn nowhere and it was kinda Obito’s fault.
“In my defense, navigating at night isn’t exactly my forte…” Obito offered weakly, hoping his companions would laugh to lighten the mood.
From his peripheral vision, he can see Kakashi roll his eyes again from the driver’s seat, keeping his gaze dutifully on the poorly lit highway.
He chanced a cursory glance at the only other brunette in the car and watched when Rin’s phone vibrated and the accompanying scowl that came when she checked it. The expression did not look normal on her face due to her normally sunny disposition and Obito looked away.
“Kurenai’s wondering where we are.” She folded her arms over her chest. “Should I tell her that we’re hopelessly lost…” she paused, her gaze growing distant as she tried to read the passing road sign out of the car’s window, “ten miles from Rachel, Nevada?”
“No,” Obito hissed. “We’re fine. Tell her, uh, that we’re gonna be there ‘in a bit’.”
“‘In a bit’?” Kakashi repeated unimpressed. “That’s not vague at all,” he muttered sarcastically.
“Shut up, Kakashi,” Obito snapped. He turned around in the passenger seat to face Rin. “I know where we are now. If Kakashi can listen, we’ll be there in, like, a half-hour.”
Rin raised a single eyebrow suspiciously. “How in the hell are you going to get us to the Whirlpool in half an hour?” She shifted to sit back up with her legs crossed, placing her hands on her knees and sighing. “You know what? Whatever it is better not get us killed, arrested, or human-trafficked.”
Obito nodded, a grin tugging at his face. “Don’t worry about that. We’ll be at the Whirlpool in no time.” He turned back around and threw open the map with new vigor. “Kakashi, take the next exit and hook a right onto this little service road about a quarter-mile down the feeder.”
Kakashi groaned, but, amazingly, did exactly as Obito instructed, only speaking to ask for the next directions which Obito gave confidently. “Now here’s where things are gonna get a bit tricky…”
“Oh God, are we—”
“Taking a shortcut?” Obito supplied, smirking at Rin from the rearview mirror. “Why yes, Rin. Yes, we are. Kakashi, turn right here.”
“There’s no road!” Kakashi protested.
“Where we’re going, we don’t need roads. Turn right now!”
———
Rin should’ve known something was up when she saw the smoking, twisted remains of what looked like a weird-looking car a couple of yards away from them.
She’d originally been staring out the window as a way to pass the time while she waited for her phone to regain reception so she could update Kurenai when the unmistakable glint of metal caught her eye.
Obito wasn’t far behind her.
“Oh shit, look at that over there!” he exclaimed. “Looks like a car accident.”
“‘Kashi, pull over, someone could need help,” she instructed, ignoring Obito’s oddly spot-on analysis as the previous fuzziness of sleep fell away from her brain quickly. She bit her lip, not taking her eyes off the wreckage, scanning for any survivors or worse in the dim light as the car slowed down and parked close to the scene. The car hadn’t fully stopped when Rin hopped out, her sneakers kicking up dust as she hurried over to the site.
Obito always complained about how impulsive Rin was when it came to helping people; it didn’t matter who or what it was, a cat with its paw stuck in a grate, a child who lost her mom at a grocery store, a panhandler on the side of the road, or a fellow student who couldn’t tell the difference between the vastus lateralis and the rectus femoris the eve of a huge exam. Kakashi told her that her bleeding heart would get her into trouble one of these days.
It just wasn’t in her to ignore a situation where someone might need her help. It didn’t matter what the situation was, if she could do anything to help, she’d do it in a heartbeat because that’s just who Rin was.
She ignored the concerned shouts of her two friends and kept going, several meters down the sandy slope of the desert. “Hello? Anyone out there?” she shouted as she got closer. Rin winced at the unexpected heat it gave off, taking out her phone to turn on its weak flashlight as she stopped five feet away, squinting into the darkness. “Hello?”
Rin opened her mouth to ask again when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She jumped at the sensation, whirling around with her heart in her throat and promptly relaxed when she saw Kakashi’s grey hoodie and then his face when she looked up. “Jeez, you scared the shit out of me,” she whined, a hand clutching her chest dramatically.
Kakashi raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “Stop running off then.” He frowned and focused on the wreck in front of them, taking out his own phone and turning on the flashlight to get a better look. “Yeah, no one survived that crash.”
Rin was about to protest when Obito jogged up to her right, panting. “Do you two run everywhere?” he asked, placing his palms on his knees and hunching over to catch his breath. “Also, I don’t appreciate how you guys— holy shit do you guys see that?” Obito finished in a low murmur, a pale hand rising to point at a twisted hunk of metal.
Upon further examination, there was, in fact, some sort of blue liquid spattered on the underside of the wreckage, near what looked to be a door of some sort.
Run unconsciously took a step forward, her curiosity driving her more than her common sense.
“Rin, stop it, we don’t know what that is.” She almost laughed, hearing Kakashi’s disapproving frown.
“It almost looks like blood or something,” Obito pointed out. Rin turned around and he snickered. “What if it’s…” he looked around dramatically before settling his newly widened eyes back on Rin’s and whispering, “aliens?”
She swatted him in the arm halfheartedly. “Shut up. It’s probably exactly what you said earlier: someone crashed their car and bailed.” Rin shifted her weight to one foot and looked closer.
“I don’t smell any blood,” Kakashi added. “If someone got caught up in this—”
“It’d smell like a handful of wet pennies,” Obito finished, his dark brows furrowed. “I dunno, should we call someone?”
Rin walked forward to peer around the side of the wreck, noting more of the strange blue liquid on someone of the sharper-looking shards of metal and even the crushed glass. “Do either of you guys even have service?”
“This doesn’t even look like a car,” Kakashi said, confusion evident in his tone. “What the hell is this thing?”
The visual chaos of the crash made a lot of details about the structure of the vehicle hard to discern, but Rin was almost positive she could see the remnants of a seat and what could be a metal rod of some sort, maybe for structural support or… “A weapon?” she murmured to herself, hungry, curious eyes cataloging as much as possible. There was just so much to look at. Her brain was whirring with questions and theories. What was this before the crash? Who operated it? And most importantly, where did they go?
She stepped closer, still a bit paranoid, but utterly fascinated. So fascinated, in fact, that she almost missed the quiet hiss of pressurized air and the unmistakable smell of chemicals when she came around the back and lost sight of Kakashi and Obito. 
Immediately, alarms sounded off in her head before she instinctively shielded her nose with her shirt and booked it back over to her friends to usher them away. “Guys, something’s emitting chemicals, specifically chloroform and… nail polish maybe?”
The brunette pushed them back to a safer distance whilst holding her breath. Kakashi’s previously interested expression hardened. “What, like from a vent or something?”
“I don’t know, the…” she paused, looking for the right word, “I dunno, the whatever the hell that thing was just started hissing. The second I smelt it, I bailed.”
Kakashi looked back over his shoulder. “A defense mechanism maybe?”
“And how exactly do you know what chloroform smells like?” Obito questioned, letting her direct him. “Is there something you wish to share with the class, Miss Nohara?” He crossed his arms over his chest and waggled his eyebrows, the gravity of the situation not hitting him.
“I accidentally chloroformed myself once,” she answered offhandedly, ignoring the disbelief on his face. “But that’s beside the point, Obito, where are we?”
He frowned. “Um, like five-ish miles south of Rachel last I checked. Why?”
Kakashi, knowing exactly where her head was cursed, scanning the darkness behind him before grabbing the wrists of both of his friends and pulling them towards the car. “Damnit, Obito, I think you really did it this time.”
Rin stumbled, cursing her short legs as she tried to keep up but Obito just looked confused. “Huh, what happened? What’s wrong?”
Right before she could answer, a scraping noise sounded out behind them from the wreck— like something was moving behind them, the quiet hissing noise rose sharply in volume with it. Kakashi and Rin took one look at each other and broke out into a dead sprint to the car, hauling a very perplexed Obito between them.
“What the hell was that? Why are we running?”
“Because your shortcut brought us into Area fucking 51!” Kakashi shouted, pouring on the speed when the rustling got louder.
“We what?!”
Rin prayed to every deity she knew of when she heard the noises get closer, not even bothering to look behind her. She kept her eyes in front of her, willing herself to move faster as the car came into view. She distantly noticed that the ground under them began to shake.
Kakashi made it there first, shoving Obito into the passenger seat while Rin threw herself into the back, slamming the door behind her, cursing all the while. “God-fucking-damnit Obito, how on earth did you lead us into Area 51?!”
Obito just looked shellshocked, his trembling hands finding the map he’d accidentally sat on in his haste to get in the car. “Holy shit,” he mumbled as he scanned the page. “I have no idea.”
Kakashi ran around to the driver’s side, swearing under his breath enough to make a sailor blush, threw open the door, and didn’t even bother buckling up before he turned the car on and floored it back the way they came right after the car itself began to shake and a dull blue light began glowing from the direction of the crash.
The three of them held their collective breath as the blue lights disappeared into nothing as they sped out of sight, still unsure of the events that had just occurred. Silence reigned in the car, Kakashi, Rin, and Obito all needing time to process what they’d just seen.
After about a full minute, Kakashi broke the silence. “Yeah, Obito, you’re never allowed to navigate ever again.”
To Rin’s immense surprise, instead of protesting like she expected him to, all he gave was a weak ‘okay’ and the car was quiet again as Kakashi drove like the Devil himself was on their heels down the road.
On the bright side, because of their detour, they did make it to the Whirlpool Inn in under a half-hour. By the time they pulled into the parking lot and some of the adrenaline and sheer terror had faded, they looked at each other for a long moment.
“We never speak of this again, agreed?” Obito asked. 
Rin had been thinking along those lines. What the three of them definitely didn’t need was the government tracking them down and making them disappear because they saw something that they shouldn’t have. 
“Agreed,” both Kakashi and Rin answered simultaneously.
Years later, they would laugh about that situation, ribbing each other about how maybe they didn’t quite see what they thought they saw. But sometimes at night, Obito would look up into the dark, expansive sky and he couldn’t help but wonder…
How the hell did Rin accidentally chloroform herself?
And like most great mysteries, the world may never know.
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Hope you liked it! It got kinda crack-y but I still think it fits squarely into the humor category. Fun fact: I almost accidentally chloroformed myself like three times mixing chemicals. Rachel, NV is actually one of the closest cities to Area 51 (if not the closest city, I can’t remember lol) and a lot of people who want to raid Area 51 in September are staying there. 
Moral of the Story: Don’t take shortcuts.
Thanks! 
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for the writer's ask, every question please! ^^
Nkcjnikanidnwienf what the- anon, you’re really sweet, but i wish you’d reveal yourself so that i can answer this privately lol. No one else wants to know this stuff omg. Okay well, here we go! The answers are under the cut.
ink: what do you do to “set the mood” when writing?
If it’s a piece I’m continuing, I’ll reread it from the start and make some changes her and there, and that way I can kind of segue from editing to writing some more. If it’s a piece i’m just starting out, i need to stay really quiet for a while and map it out clearly in my head so i’ll know the general direction of where the story is going.
pen and paper: do you prefer writing by hand or on a device? why?
It really depends for me. I use both my ipad and my notebook interchangeably. I’ve realised that after I’ve used one of them for too long, I’ll tend to write better and longer on the other. 
diary: how many pieces have you written that are just for you or will never see the light of day?
So many. So, so many, ya’ll. 
journal: do you ever write just so you can enjoy something to read?
I enjoy the process of writing but I never enjoy my end product. Idk, it’s a really weird thing. But in the end, my stories are for other people to read.
novella: do you prefer to write short stories, one-shots, or entire novels?
Short stories for sure. 
pulitzer: tell about/link a piece where you felt your writing was the best.
It isn’t posted yet, and I’m still in the process of writing it. It’s a library fixit with thirteen and river, and I think it’s really some of my best writing. I love it, and I’m really proud of it, and I can’t wait to share it once it’s done.
genre: what genre do you prefer to write in?
Uhh I guess romance? Or angst?
narrator: what pov do you like writing in best?
Third person for sure.
backstory: how did you come to love writing?
When i was a kid i read the harry potter books and i remember being absolutely obsessed with them. I would carry those books around with me everywhere, and that fandom was the one that introduced me to fanfiction as a reader. With reading came writing and i discovered that i was a natural talent (my teacher’s words), and it just grew from there. My love of English and language grew even more and i kept reading and writing until I just couldn’t imagine my life without it. 
time-lapse: how long have you been writing (as a hobby or for work)?
I’ve been writing for maybe five to six years? Rough estimate.
characterization: describe your favorite character(s) you’ve written.
I only really write two characters - neither of them are mine, so hehe. 
carnegie: what authors and/or books/stories have inspired you to write or influenced your work?
Harry potter, as mentioned. And i had the lovely pleasure of reading amazing works from my other fandom, NCIS. And then this current fandom i’m in is just blessed with gifted writers everywhere and every single one of their works have influenced my writing in some way, shape or form, even if they don’t know it. I honestly just,,, read really really great fic from really really great writers until i decided i wanted to become one of them, too.
faulkner: what tropes do you LOVE writing? which ones are your guilty pleasure?
Omg. I have wayyy to many guilty pleasures. I love when like, things are going perfectly and it’s all sunshine and balloons until something majorly bad happens and everything starts to fall apart. And there’s angst and hurting and fights and screaming. I love that. I write that a lot. But i love it even more when it comes with a happy ending, just cuz i need that energy in my life. Some other tropes i really really like are: fake dating, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, they’re both in love with each other but are too afraid to say anything so they pine with doe eyes, and so many more i can’t think of right now but the list is never ending, i assure you. 
o’connor: what tropes/genres do you dislike writing?
LOVE TRIANGLES WHERE ONE OPTION IS CLEARLY BETTER THAN THE OTHER. OMG. MISS ME WITH THAT SHIT.
dickinson: what insecurities do you have about your own writing? what do you think you should improve on?
E V E R Y T H I N G
playlist: what kind of music/songs help you write? do you have a writing playlist?
I do not. Though when i’m writing doctor/river, i do listen to ‘The Wedding of River Song’, ‘Melody Pond’, ‘The Woman He Loves’ and ‘The Singing Towers’. Just to remind myself how in love they are. 
record: have you written things based off of songs? do you like to?
Omg. I just did a whole thing on discord about ‘How Deep Is Your Love’ by the Bee Gees and how i associated it with doctor/river. I was crying to cassie and bernie all night about it lol. I love write things based off songs, but it’s more likely to be meta than fic. 
nobel: have you published anything you’ve written? online or irl?
If i ever get the chance to publish original works in real life i’ll never shut up about it, trust me. Many moons ago, i used to publish original stuff on wordpress, but then i deleted my account so. Nah. Only on ao3 for now, lads. 
notepad: can you write anywhere or do you have to be in a specific place and mood to write?
I have to be alone. I cannot work with anyone else in the room. I need it to be quiet, so i can hear myself think. 
parchment: how often do you or your personal life influence your writing?
Not that often. My life is boring and all the action seems to come from my stories so.
dedication: if you were to publish a book or multiple, who would you dedicate the book(s) to?
Everyone who has supported me in my writing. So mostly my friends online. 
trope: what’s a pet peeve you have about writing?
When i do this damn annoying thing where i’m so ready, i have my notebook and pen or my ipad or whatever, and then i sit there and i…. dont…. write
input: what’s something you hate that people say to you about writing/your writing?
When they tell me something about my writing that is blatantly false
critic: what’s the best piece of advice you’ve ever received about writing?
“you do you, boo.”
mifflin: what do you feel is your strong suit in writing?
A lot of people say i’m good at writing emotions. So i guess that??? 
houghton: what’s something you love that people compliment your pieces on?
When they’ve given thought to my story and they notice something that was actually unintentional and it just feels like they really love my story to give it that much attention, ya know? But i do love every single comment you guys give me, i swear. :)
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sunshineandfangs · 5 years
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Klaroween || Corn Maze
Caroline finally showed up at Klaus’ door, but this is not what he intended when he promised to show her the world.
Warnings: this one got weird...show typical violence, some semi-graphic gore, implied past rape and cannibalism (NOT of Klaroline, and they get their comeuppance)
"Caroline when you showed up at my door and asked to see the world, I didn't think our first stop would be a bloody corn maze."
Klaus cast his unimpressed gaze around the farm in Indiana, hands shoved in his jean pockets. The perfect picture of sulking hybrid.
"Oh, lighten up Klaus! I always wanted to do one of these, and I like Stranger Things. It was the perfect combo."
Caroline, meanwhile, was bouncing on the balls of her feet. The perfect picture of giddy teenager, albeit a decade or so removed.
Klaus just heaved a sigh, knowing he would concede in the end. He found it was very hard to resist Caroline Forbes. At least she wasn't attempting to get him to wear ridiculous Halloween costumes again. Or decorate The Abattoir for Easter of all things. And despite what Kol said, he didn't capitulate to all of Caroline's whims. Just some of them. Most of the time.
Taking his hand, Caroline tugged him forward and out of his drifting thoughts.
"Now we have options," she said brightly, gesturing at the posted map on their website. Tapping on her phone to zoom in, she scrolled the image around, holding it in his direction. "See, it's technically four interconnected labyrinthine style mazes." She ignored Klaus' derisive muttering about giving people a map. "Together it totals 10 miles of pathway spread across 20 acres." She gave Klaus a pointed look, "And I know you can hear clear across it, but us mere mortals can't. So try to contain yourself."
"There's nothing mere or mortal about you, love," he whispered in her ear.
She pushed him away with an eye roll.
"You know what I meant, Klaus, stop trying to distract me with flirting. We're going to do this corn maze! Now here's what's going to happen…"
Caroline laughed as she occasionally blurred through empty sections of the maze, making to sure to wander at a human pace whenever she heard others come near. Klaus was somewhere in the opposite corner of the maze. The goal, as she had told him, was to find one another while exploring as many pathways as possible. And she had very strictly forbidden his Original Hybrid hearing, knowing he could tune most of it out if he so chose.
She carefully planned it that way as Caroline had a secret goal of her own. She was hoping she could give him a wide enough berth to circle around and sneak up on him. She was well aware it was very unlikely, but that was half the fun. Plus, if she actually managed it, she would hold it over his head for years!
Focused on her musings as she was, she didn't register the people who snuck up on her. She had just enough time to think that Klaus would kill her for getting kidnapped in a damned corn maze.
Returning to consciousness as a vampire was still a bit of an odd experience for Caroline. Unlike humans who woke slowly, all faculties returned to a vampire in an instant. It was like blinking, if blinking could change the surroundings in what seemed like an instant.
After several years as a vampire, and an irritating number of kidnappings, Caroline had long since mastered the art of controlling the instinct to immediately open her eyes. Taking stock of her surroundings, Caroline noted a few very surprising things.
First, while she was bound, it was with plain rope. Not vervain soaked rope. Not chains. Second, no one was posted nearby to monitor her. Third, she couldn't detect the odd buzzing hum on her skin that she had learned to associate with witchcraft.
Was-was she taken by a run of the mill serial killer or something?!
While it was the best case scenario, it was embarrassing for humans to have gotten the jump on her. Sure, she was technically still a baby vamp, and she would be for several more decades, but she had lived through Mystic Falls, for God's sake!
Withholding her desire to voice her exasperation audibly, in case she missed something, she strained her ears to listen for her soon to be very regretful kidnappers. A floor above her she caught their mutterings.
"'Ey Pete, we got ourselves a pretty one."
"Very pretty, very soft."
Withholding a shudder of revulsion, Caroline wondered what kind of sickos had her. Now, she was actually rather glad they managed to take her. Better her than some actual teenaged girl, because Caroline had fangs, and she could bite back.
She tuned back into their conversation.
"She'll be delicious. First to play with. Then to eat!"
Okay, what the fuck? Were they cannibals?!
Having heard enough, Caroline opened her eyes and easily snapped the ropes that had been knotted around her wrists and ankles. She stood and took a quick glance around, checking for any evidence that they weren't humans. She still wasn't sure how they knocked her out after all. However, she saw nothing but a barren and dark cell
Slipping out of it was simple. There was a barred door, not unlike an old-style prison cell, but it too easily yielded to her. Refusing to drop her guard a second time in one day, Caroline carefully crept down a rather short hallway that ended in stairs. She opted to head down first, just to survey everything.
She was glad she did.
Even having lived with Klaus and the rest of his often psychotic siblings for a few years now, she was disgusted by what she found. The rooms were somehow sealed off, as even looking right at the horror show before her, she didn't smell anything. And in each room was one macabre display after another.
Gnawed on bones. Entire sheets of dried blood. Most of the bodies were old and completely decomposed. Others were in varying stages of rotting and she could tell they had been brutalized in every sense of the word. All the identifiable corpses were women and some of their stomachs curved to suggest they died just after a pregnancy.
Revolted and appalled, Caroline quickly blurred down the corridor checking for hidden doors or possible survivors. There were none. Just tens and tens of rooms filled with rot and body parts. She quickly left, promising the dead their tormentors would pay.
Stealthily, Caroline moved upstairs to where she had heard the voices, listening closely to every heartbeat. 
It was shockingly easy to sneak up on them. 
Without mercy she snapped every neck, noting how they were all filthy and deformed. Unsure if they were mutated humans or a creature she hadn't heard of, she returned to every body and ripped off heads and tore out hearts.
She continued through all of the rooms making sure to double and triple check for stairs or hidden passage ways. Once she was assured she had destroyed them all, she found a chair to wait in, mentally and emotionally exhausted. She knew Klaus would come for her and he would hopefully be more knowledgeable about what she had stumbled in to. Settling in to wait, she kept her back to the wall.
It didn't take him long. A few minutes later a door few off its hinges and across the room where it slammed into the wall. In the entrance way stood Klaus, eyes blazing gold, a web of black veins bulging angrily, fangs fully descended. The vicious snarl across his face vanished as soon as he set eyes on her.
In an instant he was crouched before her, eyes and hands scanning for any hidden injuries.
"What happened, Caroline?" He asked, a growl in his tone, eyes blazing with a rage that currently had no target.
"I'm not sure. Something knocked me out and I woke up here. They didn't seem to realize I was a vampire, and killing them was easy." Caroline's relayed succinctly, still disturbed by what she had seen. Her voiced dropped as she uttered the next part, "Klaus, their basement was horrific and their forms were... warped."
His gaze sharpened.
"Warped how?" He asked in clipped tones.
"Mutated or deformed or something. Their bodies had odd bulges and a few of them had growths that covered an eye. Rotted teeth. Filthy. Potentially diseased,” she rattled off.
"Show me."
Caroline blurred toward the rooms she had left their dismembered bodies, Klaus on her heels. They were still in pieces, seemingly dead, and for once Caroline wished she could have inflicted more suffering.
"They're Çarpık," Klaus answered her unvoiced question. "Cannibals who failed to become wendigos." He walked over, toeing one of the severed heads with his boot. "I appreciate your caution, but they're only a little more durable than regular humans. Their strength is in the tiny amount of magic they possess that lets them hide scents and render their prey unconscious."
Stalking over to her, he tipped her chin with his fingers.
"How did they take you down, Caroline? They have to have physical contact to knock people unconscious."
Caroline glanced away, a little ashamed.
"I was distracted," she muttered.
Klaus clenched his jaw imagining all the terrible things that could have happened to her, had they chosen to keep her unconscious.
"Right, we'll... discuss this at home."
He gathered her in his arms, needing to hold her, touch gentle despite his protective anger, and whisked them in the direction of their car.
AN: Yeah, idk where this came from. It started cute and then got decidedly less so...I guess sorta inspired by the mutants in The Hills Have Eyes (even if I barely watched it a few years ago and didn’t particularly like it? Brains are weird)
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jo-the-unknowable · 5 years
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First Lines Meme
Rules: list the first lines of your last ten published stories. If there are any patterns yourself, and see if anyone else notices any! tag up to ten friends!
tagged by @faiasakura
These are all The Maze Runner because that’s the only fandom I write for apparently lmao. What can I say. I am TMR trash, wbk.
The Runner - Minho & Newt, among other friendship ships (friend-ships?), no romantic ships (yet ashdfjsak) The alarm of the box was incredibly loud, shattering the normally peaceful, quietly idyllic background noises of the Glade, sending the goats running for the opposite corner of their pen in fear. It grated against Newt’s eardrums and seemed to be drilling all the way into his brain. He pressed his hands against his ears to try to muffle the sound, and it helped some, but he could already feel a fierce headache forming at the back of his head.
Even When You Should - Newt/Thomas, also past Thomas/Aris “I don’t want to be in a relationship with you anymore.” The words cut through him, confirming his worst fears. He thinks about saying “what?” but decides against it. Despite the slight crackle of static on the line, he knows exactly what the other boy said. He had known what he was going to say since he received his message.
Sacrifice - Newt, no romantic ships but strong focus on Alby & Newt and Minho & Newt friendships “Minho.” Minho’s eyes flew open at the sound of his name being spoken, and they swiveled to lock onto Newt. “Newt,” he said. “What’s up?” He gave a feeble attempt at a smile. He looked exhausted.
The Banishment - Ben/Gally One by one, the other Keepers cast their votes. “Banish.” “Banish.” “Banish.”
Relapse - Newt, no romantic ships but strong focus on Alby & Newt and Minho & Newt friendships Newt woke up to see Minho entering the room, closing the door quietly. He turned and saw Newt looking at him. “Oh, you’re awake,” he said, sounding surprised. “I thought you were asleep.”
I’ll Meet You Under the Eiffel Tower - Harriet/Sonya Looking back, Harriet wondered how it took her so long to realize she was attracted to girls. There were so many clues, so many friendships that with hindsight were obviously huge crushes; but then again, heteronormativity was a hell of a drug.
The Jump - Newt, no romantic ships but strong focus on Alby & Newt and Minho & Newt friendships Day 87 of Maze Trials Newt finished the map of his section for that day, then dug into the stack, frowning in concentration, tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth as he searched for the map he wanted. When he found it, he pulled it out of the stack, then kept searching for another map.
From Now On - Ben/Gally Gally found out he was severely allergic to bees when he was Stung at the age of fourteen. That’s how he always thought of it, Stung with a capital S, because nothing was ever the same afterward.
I Would Follow You Anywhere - Newt/Thomas Thomas woke up slowly, gradually, to sunlight peeking in through a gap in the curtains. He rolled over and saw Newt, still asleep. His face looked smooth and peaceful, and his mouth hung slightly open as he breathed softly. Thomas felt a rush of warmth flooding through him, and he reached a hand out to gently stroke Newt’s hair.
At First Sight - Newt/Thomas Thomas paced his tiny bedroom, deep in thought. It was two weeks until the start of his third and final year of university, and he wanted to make it a good one. He was determined that this year would be better than last year. Not that last year had been terrible in every way; in some ways it had been fine, even good. But in other ways, it had kicked Thomas’s ass. Emotional ways.
Patterns: Similar to Faia, I seem to like starting with quotes and/or in the middle of a scene haha. Also idk if this counts as a pattern but in 3 of these someone is either waking up or about to go to sleep lmao.
Tagging: @waldenbeckboys, @tasteofinnocencetasteofdreams (I know you’ve already been tagged by Faia but I’m tagging you again lol)
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Not saying that it's right what sapnap did but I just think it's unfair to put everything on him about the mcc situation and i feel like he is being used as a scapegoat by h and smajor bc it's easier to point a finger at the other than look at themselves. Did he help validate what everyone was feeling when he voiced his perception? Yes, but people were already pointing out everything in mass on Twitter way before he said it (actually, people were reacting live surprise surprise) and would have kept going had sapnap said it or not. I just kinda wish sapnap hadn't done so we could see who they would put the blame on when the answer was just... look at your mentions during the tt vote, see people are mad at you for cheating and if you do insist on getting to dodgeball after that, lose it and avoid worsening the ire of the tt mob for your own sanity sake. Also people conveniently forget about smajor: 1. Bragging about how he wanted to be the only one with a coin for season 1 and 2 because he said so (even if the person wins both seasons, they don't get another coin (idk if it still stands but he said it on the stream during the week before said mcc i think?)) 2. Bragging that he is the only one who has been in all the colors teams and wanting to keep it that way for bragging rights (just put 1 and 2 together with the fact that he knew the map beforehand and tell me if everything sounds fair) 3. acting hollier than thou few days before and excluding people from the competition as punishment for cheating during the practice (keeping in mind, that everyone knew that the mc community had a boom since s1) making the new viewers think that such things were taken seriously and then promptly being the one cheating during the actual thing. Not saying that smajor had to endure abuse from tt, far from it, but searching for his user name and censored versions of it on tt during the time, I pretty much just saw criticism (i don't even remember seeing verbal abuse). Anyways, sorry for the dissertation, I just had to say it bc I was keeping it to myself and just get annoyed whenever the topic is brought up.
I said this before that Twitter was already upset but I do think the after MCC thing with The Dream Team, Punz and Quackity definitely amplified the whole situation.
Noxcrew handled it very differently since they've been dealing with shit ever since Dream got trapped in SOT so they tend to just crack jokes and go "twitter's going to be mad because Dream didn't get 1st"
I will say that I do think Scott was unprepared for the influx of new fans who's first MCC experience would be season 2 and it was incredibly overhyped by everyone including Noxcrew, Scott, the participants and the fans which is why the backlash was insane because a lot of people felt let down.
I don't agree with saying that Scott and Hbomb used it as a scapegoat especially H because yes it was a glitch and yes he did choose to exploit it but so would anyone but Scott did technically use it to distract from the fact he literally helped his team with knowledge no other team had including Ace Race shortcuts and BB slab blocks but the harassment they received from fans was cancelling out any "bad things" that they did.
I have a lot of things regarding him "banning" people because they glitched on the practice server and didn't tell anyone but letting Phil in the event after he was caught practising on banned servers however I don't think that was him being "cocky" or whatever that's more him being the event organiser and banning people who aren't using the practice server to practice and find and report glitches so it can be fixed for the event. But I'm still side eyeing the fact that Phil on his main and others on their alt were caught practising on a server that is literally no allowed in the rules. Same as him apparently asking Dream to not use him Manhunt practice server to practice MCC which is fine and understandable.
Honestly Sapnap and George were the main two saying shit yet Sapnap was the only one blamed between them both, Dream was blamed eventhough he's the only one to make disclaimers, Punz and Quackity were also chatting shit but we're never mentioned I do think it's down to it being on Sapnap's stream. Sapnap and Punz were the only ones who had a right to be upset because they were second place along with purple? Who were third but they were all chill with it and didn't care. Yes it's unfair that Sapnap got a lot of blame when others were in the call saying just a bad things and worse things but Sapnap and Dream are also the only ones to have apologised to both Scott and Hbomb in private.
Honestly people who are upset and Sapnap are going to be upset for a while and the people upset at Scott and H are going to be upset for probably forever because they've already got an opinion on them. I think we all need to move past in and stop talking about it unless it's to make light-hearted jokes.
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