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✖ — chapter summary: Now that Zeke has explained what truly happened with Yelena, all your troubles have finally ended. Except that now you need to start avoiding Porco. However, things change once you overhear a conversation in the woman's bathroom.

✖ — pairing: porco/reader & zeke/reader

✖ — chapter tags/warnings: college au, descriptions of panic attacks, lots of self-doubt, gaslighting, hurt/comfort, fluff, referenced cheating.

✖ — a/n: i have posted the playlist that goes with this series! click here to check this post <3

chapter three: me and my husband

Porco looked at his cellphone, an ill sensation filling up his stomach as he read over and over your last messages. For the past few days, he had been trying to reach out to you but he had been rejected every time.

He knew something wrong was going on the moment you said you couldn’t make it to his lacrosse game. Ever since you became friends, you hadn’t missed a single game. He had once seen you finishing an essay on your phone and sending it while you were sitting on the bleachers, excited for the game to begin. He had seen you falling asleep on his shoulder during a party after a game, too tired from studying for a test that you took earlier.

Porco sighed. He wished he could find any other reason to explain your behaviour but the only one that came to his mind was his late night confession to you. He shouldn’t have told you he loved you. Now you were avoiding him and his feelings and he was scared he had lost your friendship completely.

He put the phone on his back pocket and grabbed his keys, heading to the parking lot. After getting into his car, he turned on the radio and drove out of the campus, entering the main highway of the city. He wasn’t sure where he was heading to, but all he knew is that he wanted to stop thinking about you, the moment he thought you had shared and the dry messages that followed.

He had really fucked it up.

…

Sitting on your faculty’s corridor floor, you looked over at the texts Porco had been sending you the past week. It physically pained you to be so curt with someone that meant so much to you. Porco had always been there for you, even in the times you had told him you really didn’t need him. He cared when you got sick, when you were sad and also when you wanted company to crash a party on campus. You two had been inseparable since the day you met and he was already acquaintances with Annie and Armin due to all the time he had spent at your place.

This was the right thing to do, you told yourself one more time, closing your Instagram. You were taking the right decision. Porco had fallen in love with you and then had tried to make you think your boyfriend had cheated on you. If Zeke hadn’t pointed that out for you, you probably wouldn’t have noticed until it was too late. Truly, you were lucky Zeke had been understanding about the whole situation and had forgiven you for not trusting in him.

Porco wasn’t a bad person. You knew in your heart he wasn’t. But you had been wrong to trust he had your best interest in his mind.

That’s what didn’t make sense. Why had Porco, sweet and caring Porco had suddenly decided to put you against Zeke only just because he had caught feelings for you? The Porco you knew wouldn’t have done that. If he truly only wanted to drive you away from Zeke, he would have let you kiss him the night he spent with you. He would have taken the opportunity, right? So, why didn’t he?

Your head started hurting.

Your thumb ghosted over Porco’s contact on your phone, wondering whether to call him or not. You missed him dearly and knew that if you asked him to be honest, he would. There were countless moments in the past where he had been honest with you, from the time he confessed to accidentally stepping on your foundation powder and the time he opened up about his father’s death.

He’ll say anything to make you doubt your relationship with me.

Zeke’s voice resonated in your ears and you bit your tongue. He was right. You needed to remember Porco was trying to put you against your boyfriend.

Before you could think of a counterargument, you shot a quick text to Zeke. Yes. A day with your boyfriend would help you keep your mind busy.

“wanna hang out later? <3”

You watched intently, a small smile on your face as the three dots twinkled on your screen. Zeke’s answer came a few seconds later.

“Can’t. Exam tomorrow :(“

He then sent you a picture of a couple of books over a table that you recognized as the university’s library. He also had the tumbler you had given him a couple of months ago, filled with straight black coffee if you had to take a guess.

“:(( okaaaay, good luck on your exam, love u!”

“<3”

You put your phone away and sighed. You missed Zeke too. The few days after you had confronted him about the time you thought you saw Yelena and him kissing, he had showered you with love. You had spent the weekend at his place wearing nothing but an old t-shirt of his and making love several times a day. You snuggled to him on the couch as he watched an old documentary and playfully took the cigar from his lips and took a puff yourself. ‘Ladies like you shouldn’t smoke,’ he had said playfully as he took it back from your lips and then pressed a kiss on your temple.

Nevertheless, the short honeymoon phase after you made up had come to an end. You knew it was going to happen, but now your body and heart were craving more of him and his classes were taking all his time. If it wasn’t an exam it was a group project or a study session and even if you knew seniors had it way harder than you, you missed him. Missed his beard scratching your neck, his strong cologne and his deep chuckle whenever you managed to make him smile.

Maybe you could walk around the mall. You still had some birthday money and you could treat yourself a little. Maybe a new body cream or a pair of cute underwear from Victoria Secret to surprise your boyfriend after he was done with his classes. Yes, a shopping trip was exactly what you needed to stop thinking so much. Smiling, you walked to the bathroom of your faculty, just a quick detour to freshen up before you got into your car.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and took out your lipstick, fixing it carefully.

“I fucking hate her.”

You turned around as you saw three girls entering the bathroom. They stood by your side, none of them seeming to notice your presence. One of them fixing her hair, another was looking down at her phone, eyebrows knitted together and mumbling more and more curses and the last one just leaned against the bathroom stalls, arms crossed against her chest as she watched the other two.

“We did tell you she wasn’t meant to be trusted,” she reminded the girl with the phone. When she raised her head, you recognized her as Pieck, one of Porco’s close friends, who you had seen around at a lot of parties and on many of his Instagram photos.

“How is that helping me?” Pieck asked icily.

“I’m just saying, Yelena is shady. Telling you all that crap about only being able to open up with you— and for what? For her to post photo after photo of her fuckboy?” the girl in front of the mirror said. “Like, nobody needs to know you’re getting it at the library, why post about it? Literally, nobody cares.”

“She’s not worth it,” the other girl interjected.

“She really isn’t, babe. And Zeke isn’t even that hot,” her friend continued with a mocking laugh. “The one that looks like a clown is her, not you. Just let it go.”

“He truly is a bad case of the monkey face,” Pieck agreed with a snort. “Men like that are what keep me a lesbian.”

“Hi Pieck,” you greeted her. For the first time, Pieck looked your way and widened her eyes, recognizing you in an instant.

“Hey,” she said in an apologetic voice. “I— I’m sorry. Shouldn’t have said that.”

You faked a chuckle. “It’s okay. I just wanted to say you shouldn’t worry about them, Yelena is—”

“Yeah, yeah, we both shouldn’t worry. You’re probably trying to move on and ignore them too,” Pieck sighed and then pursed her lips in discomfort. “But I know you were Zeke’s girlfriend for a while, it’s normal you don’t want to hear about who he’s fucking now—”

“Zeke and I are still together,” you interrupted her.

Pieck’s face fell at your words. She looked at her friends, who were also looking at each other with an indecipherable expression. Your furrowed your eyebrows, confused as to why they were sharing those glances. Why would they think you weren’t with Zeke? Sure, you hadn’t posted photos with him lately but that didn’t mean you weren’t together anymore.

“I’ll catch up with you in a bit,” Pieck said softly to her friends. They nodded and said they would be by the cafeteria before leaving. Once they went away, Pieck closed the bathroom door and walked to you again.

“Why— why would you think we’re not together?” you insisted, your voice trembling more than you would have wanted.

“Yelena and Zeke are fucking,” she sentenced in a soft voice. You shook your head.

“I know that’s what it looks like but Yelena likes women,” you said. “You— I mean you guys were dating or something, right? You know she’s a lesbian, she’s just pretending to have something with Zeke so her parents back off for a while.”

Pieck’s silence was deafening.

“Right?” you pushed. “It’s cool because she’s a lesbian and—”

“Yelena is bisexual.”

You paused, blinking as you tried to understand. After a few seconds, you shook your head.

“She’s not.”

“The reason we’re not dating anymore is because I saw her fucking Zeke at a party,” she explained.

“No,” you said, and shook your head once more. “No, because if it happened at a party then someone would have seen them. Someone would have noticed, there would have been rumours, I would have known . Pieck, someone would have told me, Reiner, Marcel, Porco—”

“They weren’t there. Almost everyone was a senior.”

“Then you! You would have told me,” you cried. “You’re telling me you saw my boyfriend fucking someone else and didn’t tell me!? Pieck—!”

“I thought you weren’t together anymore!” she defended herself. “What was I supposed to think when every single one of his friends at that shitty apartment knew he was fucking her in the bedroom and they all acted like it was a normal thing to do? I see all these photos of both of them and…” she continued, shaking her phone. “Of course I think he’s not with you anymore! Yelena is uploading pictures as she rests her legs on his lap, about their movie dates at his place and you want me to think she has a girlfriend!?”

Tears started falling from your eyes as she spoke. You sniffled, trying to compose yourself but you could feel every muscle of your body shaking.

“Does Porco know?” you asked in a whisper.

“Porco?”

“I know you two are best friends since high school. You— you had to tell him. If this was real, if this happened, you had to tell Porco,” you reasoned. “So tell me, Pieck, does Porco know?” you insisted, raising your voice, hating the way it cracked at the end.

Pieck shook her head. “I told him Yelena cheated on me, didn’t tell him with who.”

“Why?”

“Because he told me not to date Yelena, said she wasn’t a good person. I didn’t want to prove Porco right, you know him,” Pieck said with a small shrug.

You nodded idly, your eyes lost. No. It didn’t make sense, it didn’t— even if it did. It did make sense but it couldn’t make sense. Because if Pieck was right, if Yelena and Zeke were—

No.

“Give me a date,” you whispered.

“What?”

“When was this?”

“I don’t— Two weeks ago?”

“I need to know the exact date, Pieck.”

“Girl, I don’t remember exactly, I—”

“Give me a date, Pieck!” you sobbed, raising your voice. She sighed and nodded, taking out her phone.

You watched as Pieck went through her messages with Yelena, scrolling up as she tried to remember the date. Your breath was hitching, inhaling more than you were exhaling but you didn’t care. You wanted to know when it was. Pieck was going to tell you it happened on a date where he was with you. She was going to say it happened one of the nights you and Zeke stayed the weekend at his place and then you would know she’s lying. Yes, that was going to happen. She would tumble over her own lie and this nightmare would be over.

“March 31st,” Pieck murmured. “I kept texting her, asking where she was before I went to look for her,” she reminisced, before showing you her phone.

00:36

lena where are u

?????

why are my friends saying you’re with zeke rn

yelena answer me

fuck u i’m going there

01:19

FUCK YOU YELENA YOURE THE WORST

PIECE OF SHIT IVE EVER MET

REALLY???? ZEKE?????

HOPE YOU GET HERPES

I FUCKING HATE YOU

babe, i’m sorry

can we talk?

A bitter taste crept inside your mouth as you took out your phone and went through yours and Zeke’s messages, looking desperately for the date. It was the weekend you spent together. It had to be. The memories of Zeke’s kitchen calendar that said April were lying to you. It had to be March. Or maybe he changed the calendar because he was with you on March 31st.

You scrolled up until March and went to read the messages exchanged on that day.

07:23

Good morning! I know it’s really early

But I want to see you today <3

Meet me at the tennis court?

sure, i’ll take an uber :)

Silent sobs escaped your mouth as your phone started shaking in your trembling hands. Pieck whispered apologies and you wanted nothing more than to tell her to shut up, that it wasn’t her fault, that she wasn’t the one that swore she wanted to marry you and then went to fuck someone else at a party, not caring if he was seen or not.

But it wasn’t true. Zeke said it was just a ruse, that Yelena just wanted to hide her queerness, that they were just good friends. He said so. Pieck had to be lying, she had to be. She was just messing with you, lying to see how much you could believe her. Because Zeke wouldn’t do that, you were the one he trusted, you were the one he was going to marry, you—

Pieck was still holding her phone in front of you.

With the very same date.

And Yelena admitting her crime.

But it couldn't be right. There had to be a mistake because Zeke loved you. He loved you and he had told you about his family, he had taken you to meet his grandparents, he promised he hadn’t kissed Yelena that night, he—

Had he not kissed her?

Was it only a movie night?

…

No, it hadn’t.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Pieck’s voice sounded far, your lips parted as you tried to gasp for air. You lifted your head and saw her lips moving but you couldn’t hear any sound but your heart beating out of your chest. Tingles started creeping on your fingers and without you being able to do anything to prevent it, you dropped your phone on the bathroom floor.

Why didn’t it make a sound?

Why were your fingers numb?

You lifted your head and Pieck was gone. Dismissing her sudden disappearance, you crouched down and picked your phone. You winced at the huge crack on your screen and slid your finger several times over it until you could press on Zeke’s contact and call him.

As his phone rang, you pressed your back on the wall, slowly sinking until you were sitting on the floor.

“Baby, I told you I was studying for this test, I can’t—”

“I know about you and Yelena,” you said in a broken voice. You heard him let out an annoyed sigh on the other line.

“Didn’t we talk about this already? I told you she’s not—”

“I know about the party. The day we played baseball and— that same night you went to a party and fucked her,” you sobbed. You wiped the tears on your face with the back of your hand. “Zeke, tell me it’s a lie, tell me you didn’t do this, please, please tell me you didn’t really fuck Yelena,” you begged. “Please.”

“You know what? Get some help. Like, psychological help. This isn’t normal.”

The silence after Zeke hung up choked you. Your chest rose up and down as you sobbed uncontrollably. Your brain was screaming. Loudly. ‘Make it stop,’ you told yourself. ‘Get it together. Make it stop.’

Make it stop.

It’s a lie.

Make it stop.

He lied to you.

Stop.

He fucked her.

Please, stop.

He lied.

I can’t breathe.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

…

When you woke up, Porco was there.

Your head felt heavy as you tried to sit up, rubbing your eyes. A quick look around let you know you were in your apartment but you weren’t sure as to how , or why your friend was there, his phone on his lap and his eyes looking at you filled with worry.

He whispered your name as if his voice could hurt you. “How are you feeling?”

“What are you doing here?” you asked groggily. You noticed your throat was hurting as well. “What hour is it?” you mumbled as you palmed your jean pockets looking for your phone. You found it hidden between two pillows and pressed the power button, trying to see if you had any unread messages.

None.

“Pieck called me,” Porco explained. “And it’s eight and a half.”

Pieck. Pieck with her friends in the bathroom, Pieck with the text messages. Everything came back to you in a second and you couldn’t help but wince at the way your head hurt.

“How are you feeling?” he insisted. You took a deep breath. The small movement made you realize how much the muscles of your back were hurting along with your arms. You licked your lips, hating how dry they felt against your tongue.

“I broke my phone.”

Porco furrowed his eyebrows. “What?”

“I— I dropped it. There’s a crack on the screen.”

He nodded slowly and looked down at his shoes, his forearms resting on his knees. You could almost listen to his loud thoughts, one coming after another inside his head. Porco sighed and turned his head back to you.

“Want me to get it fixed? Marcel knows a guy, I’m sure he can get it done by tomorrow.”

“No, it’s okay. It’s working just fine,” you said, passing your thumb over the crack. “No need to change it.”

Porco watched your eyes get lost on the dark screen and tightened his lips. He had the urge to throw your phone out of your window, make you understand you had to leave it, that it wasn’t good for you, that you didn’t need it, that you didn’t need him —

Instead, he nodded.

“What happened?” you asked.

Porco paused, deliberating his words before speaking. “Pieck called and told me what you guys talked about and that… you didn’t take it well. She said you were crying and— that you had a panic attack, so she left the bathroom to look for help. She found Armin and he was the one that helped you regain your breath. Once you settle down, he called Annie to tell her what happened and she picked you up. When I got here you were already asleep on the couch, Annie said it was okay if I waited here.”

“I… don’t remember much,” you confessed with a grimace. “I don’t remember Armin helping me out. I— I do remember what Pieck and I talked about, though. Wish I could forget it instead,” you snorted.

“Wanna talk about it?”

You shook your head. Ouch . Why did every muscle of your body hurt so much?

“Wanna watch some shitty reality TV?” he offered. He didn’t miss the way a small smile appeared on your face.

In a matter of minutes, Porco had gone into your room and brought your laptop, and started looking for the show on Netflix. He put your laptop on his thighs and let you crawl by his side, your head resting against his shoulder.

“Wish they had Ink Master,” you sighed, as the intro of Netflix’s newest reality show played on your screen.

“We both know Netflix doesn’t have good shows.”

You snorted. “Black Mirror is good.”

“And yet we’re watching The Circle,” Porco teased you.

“Weren’t you the one that binged Season 1 on one night and then asked me to do the same so you could rant?” you reminded him with a playful tone.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he replied nonchalantly, making you chuckle.

What followed next was a comfortable silence. One episode went by and Porco made no attempts to stop it from automatically playing the second episode. You snuggled closer, the fabric of his green jacket feeling nice against your cheek. How long had it been since you felt so much peace with someone else by your side?

In any other situation, you would be commenting on it, pressing pause just to bitch and rant about the contestants or make quick runs to the kitchen. But Porco was sitting still, his eyes fixed on the screen and his arms crossed in front of his chest. He was trying to comfort you the best way he could, knowing any words would fail, he aimed to create a safe space for you and not force you to behave normally when you both knew better than to completely ignore what had happened earlier.

Right. Zeke.

You felt your eyes watering and bit the inside of your cheek to prevent them from falling down. Focusing on your breath, you inhaled and exhaled rhythmically until the knot in your throat seemed to loosen up. Your feelings towards Zeke were confusing, a part of you wanting to run, look for him and demand an explanation. Another part of you wanted to face with, punch his stupid little face until you got tired and leave him on the floor. And another, maybe a bigger part of you wanted him to cradle you in his strong arms, kiss your temple and scratch your skin with his beard as he whispered sweet nothings to you.

You swallowed. Maybe Zeke was right. Maybe you did need psychological help.

Could you trust his words if he were to provide another explanation? Could you ever trust in him again? Most of all, could you trust yourself? Many voices had different opinions inside your head, yet they all agreed on something.

You were miserable.

“Every time I’m not with him, I’m anxious,” you mumbled, the words leaving your mouth before you thought them over. Porco moved his hand to pause the show, but you gestured to him not to. “And when he’s with me…” you continued, “I feel like I’m drowning.”

Your voice cracked at the end. Porco’s hand twitched, not sure what to do next. Should he hold you, put an arm around your shoulder to comfort you? Should he not move a muscle until you were done? Should he offer a word of comfort? He turned his head to you and noticed tears were silently streaming down your face.

“If Zeke was in front of me right now and told me Pieck lied her ass off, even after all the proof she showed me today… I would believe him. I would,” you sobbed. “And I hate myself so much for it. I’m so tired of this, I’m so tired of loving him, Pock.”

Porco’s hand cupped your head, his fingers gently caressing your hair. You snuggled closer to him, his perfume soothing the pain inside your heart and his gentle gesture comforting you. That was the magic Porco had. You knew he wasn’t always good with his words and most of the time he preferred to show rather than tell and boy, did he do a spectacular good job at showing you how much he cared.

He was there. Even after you had been ignoring him for over two weeks, he was here with his green jacket and his earthy-scented perfume ready to hold you if you needed him. And you did. You could never think of a moment where you wouldn’t want him to be there with you.

You wiped your face with the back of your hand and reluctantly pulled away from his touch, turning on your seat so you were facing him. You paused your show and put a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Thank you,” you said, biting down your bottom lip. “For being here and waiting until I woke up. I— I’ve been such a bad friend to you,” you sighed. “I’m so sorry, I just—”

Porco shook his head. “No. I’m sorry for what I said the night I stayed here.”

“No, you don’t need to— I mean— I wasn’t mad about it,” you fumbled with your words, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“I don’t know,” Porco shrugged. “Felt like I made you uncomfortable.”

“You didn’t,” you assured him. “Thank you for staying with me that night. I really didn’t want to be alone.”

“I just— Can I say something else? Promise this is the last time I talk about it.” You nodded. “I didn’t love you the first time I met you,” he blurted, shrugging. “I mean, it’s not like I saw you and caught feelings— first time I saw you you were drunk off your ass at Reiner’s party. I was your friend first. Still am, nothing will change that. And honestly? I wouldn’t be surprised if my feelings went away,” he chuckled. “Who knows. Might finally meet someone else and fall for them.”

“Yeah, maybe you’ll meet someone,” you agreed with a strained smile.

“Whatever happens, know that before anything else, I’m your friend,” Porco said, golden eyes setting on yours. “And that will never change. You’re stuck with me.”

“And you’re stuck with me.”

“See any other reason why I’m watching a shitty reality show on a Tuesday night?”

At this, you hit Porco with one of the pillows, square on his face. You couldn’t help but laugh at his stunned face.

“You’re so fucked,” he said, putting the laptop on the coffee table in front of him.

You took this as a sign to run, the ache in your muscles forgotten at the back of your head as you tried to dodge the pillows Porco was throwing at you. Your legs weren’t weak anymore, as you quickly jumped to avoid the furniture and picked up one of the pillows to throw it back at him. Your heart was no longer aching, but jumping as you cackled when Porco tripped and fell. Even if your eyes were watering again, this time was due to the excessive laughter. And yes, your breath was hitching but it was thanks to Porco chasing you around the living room.

You let yourself fall on the floor next to Porco, the coldness of the floor soothing your skin as he dramatically held his knee against his chest like an injured soccer player. You turned your head to him, smiling at his antics as he filled your heart with happiness once more.

Maybe that had been his power all along.

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binniewon · 3 years

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In Their Eyes Ch 8

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Pairing: Hybrid!BTS/ Female!Human Reader

Warning: Mild Cursing

A/N: HIIIIII I am back!!! It feels great to be back I am sorry I went on a sudden break but I had a lot happen to me and my family in a short amount of time but I hope all is well for all of my loves and I hope you enjoy the story! This chapter is more of a filler but I won’t suggest skipping it because it is a gateway to the actually storyline! Also if you would like to be added to the taglist please let me know!

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You heard a loud ringing in your ears as you slowly started to open your eyes the events from yesterday slowly coming back to you, you quickly jumped out of the make shift bed you were laying on all you could think about was how you needed to find Hoseok and tell him that Yoongi did accidently push you. Your started to notice your surroundings and realized that you weren’t with the boys anymore but you were with-

“Y/n how are you feeling hun?” Jinyoung asked you softly with a look of concern “You hit your head pretty heard” he continued with a forced chuckle.

“I’m okay I think but why am I here?” He helped you sit down as he checked your head which was wrapped in something.

“Hoseok and most of the others thought it would be better for you to stay here for a bit after what happened with Yoongi they think that you might need some time” Jinyoung said with this look in his eye you couldn’t really tell what it was, concern maybe anger.

You nodded your head and started to get out of bed, Jinyoung kept asking you what you were doing but you didn’t really know what to say because you didn’t even know yourself. All you knew was that you needed to get to them and explain everything, the sad thing, you didn’t know why you felt that way.

Before you could reach the door Jinyoung’s words stopped you in your tracks…

“He wasn’t always like this you know, Yoongi” you slowly turned around and gave him a questioning look.

“I’ve known Yoongi since we were Teenagers, he was always the quiet type but when he got used to someone he would be more outgoing. He didn’t change into this Yoongi until we were caught and put in a testing facility I always blame myself because if he hadn’t followed me when I got caught than he would still be out there trying to live his life normally; well as normally as possible for a hybrid but leave it to stupid Yoongi to hold on to things dear to him.”

“Why are you telling me this” You asked

“Because you need to know, when we got caught we were put into certain classes based on our Hybrid type which was supposedly how dangerous we were so Yoongi was class A along with Namjoon, I was class B with Taehyung I am sure you can figure out the rest (Hi it is the writer here to tell you the rest of the boys classes lol Jimin and Hobi were in class C Jin was class D and Jungkook class F eventually Jin will move up to class C but you learn later on why hehe).

“They treated Yoongi and Namjoon like animals and eventually they started to act like one, I hadn’t seen Yoongi the whole time I was at the facility but one day they had the top three classes together and that is where Yoongi met Hoseok. Even though the boys are all mated to each other we as hybrids have this thing called our other half which is mostly seen in the most dangerous types of hybrids like Namjoon and Yoongi so Hoseok became Yoongi’s other half they literally are each other even though they are so different”

You stopped him for his rant “Why the fuck are you telling me this Jinyoung, I am sorry that you think I care enough to actually want to know this information but I could care less about Yoongi” Jinyoung gave me a smirk and crossed his arms

“What about Hoseok?” You didn’t know how to answer that question but as much as you hate to admit it Hoseok was starting to mean a lot to you.

“Listen Y/N I’m not going to tell you the whole story because that isn’t may place but I am here to tell you that if you harm Hoseok in any way Yoongi will lash out sometimes it is intentional other times it’s not but just know his is doing it because he loves Hoseok more than anything in this world, now go I’m sure Yoongi is okay plus I’m the doctor not them so they don’t get to say if you leave or stay” You chuckled and smiled lightly as you walked out the door and to the boy’s home.

You knocked lightly waiting for someone to come to the door “Y/N?, Y/N!!!!” Taehyung said excitedly as he quickly pulled you into a bone crushing hug, at the sound of your name the others ran to the door Hoseok pushed Taehyung away from you as he grasped your face in his hands “Are you okay” he asked quietly all you did was nodded afraid that your mouth would betray you.

“Let’s get you in bed you need to rest” Jin said as he grabbed your hand

“Wait, it isn’t Yoongi’s fault he didn’t do it on purpose and honestly it was my fault so if you want to be mad at anyone be mad at me and please don’t give me the bullshit answer that it isn’t my fault because it is and I’m sorry” You said confidently but your confidence was starting to falter as the silence in the room because unbearable.

Namjoon walked up to you and did something that you would never have expected….. (oooo I guess I’m a bitch because cliff hanger sorry lmaoooo)

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mochiiyaya · 4 years

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Can We Fix This?

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As you were cleaning, ignoring the notifications you hear a ring from the door. “Ah sorry, we are closed, come tomorrow.” You said as you looked up to see a familiar but slightly different brunette. “Y/n.” He softly said. Your eyes widened. It felt like time stopped. “T-tooru? What are you doing here??” You said almost like a whisper. You rubbed your eyes to make sure your eyes weren't deceiving you. “It's me Y/n.” He says as he comes closer. “P-please don't c-come closer.” You said as you backed away. Your hands were shaking as you tighten your hold on the broom. It was dead silent and you can hear your unsteady breathing. You knew the reason he was here yet this came to you as a surprise.

“Why are you here.” You said looking to the floor. “Y/n i wanna talk. I texted you saying I'll be coming. Please let's talk.” He said. “I didn't check my phone..” You softly said. “I'm glad you didn't then because you would have left. We both do know that. Y/n I'm not planning on staying forever in Japan, I'm going back to Argentina soon.” He said as you could feel his eyes on you. “Then why come back there no poi-” You were cut off, “You are the reason…” He said softly. Your eyes widened trying to hold back to tears. “Stop! Just stop it... Why?” You said.

“Y/n..” His soft voice makes your heartache. “Tooru just stop... Please just.. stop.” You say. “No Y/n hear me out, please. Just for now.” He said as he reached out for your hand. You pushed his hand away, letting go of the broom. “Why should I? When I pleaded for you to just listen you didn’t give it a second thought.” You said getting frustrated.

“You are the reason why I'm back in Japan. You were always on my mind. I wanted to hold you, I wanted you by my side, I wanted to hear your voice, see a text for you. I couldn't handle it anymore. I just had to see you. Don't you understand Y/n.” He said as you heard his voice break. Tears falling from your face. “I want to say how much I hate you yet I just can't.. because I know I don't. I don't think I will ever hate you even after everything that has happened.” You said letting out a sigh. “Can we fix this? Can we fix us?” He said as he reached out for your hand holding it tightly.

“Maybe if you came sooner maybe we could have..” You said as you pulled your hands away. “D-do you have someone new?” He said as his voice break. You looked at him. Your eyes widened seeing the brunette face covered with tears. “Y-y/n p-please tell me you didn’t, p-please tell me that it's not true.. Tell me that I'm the o-only one, the only one you love.” He breaks down falling to the ground. Your heartaches to see him like this. Your sight blurred from the tears.

“Tell me that the years we spent together meant something to you, tell me that the memories we had never left your mind, tell me that you still want to marry me. Please just tell me please. I'm begging you.” He paused a moment trying to catch his breath. “Y/n please don't leave me alone. Don't leave my side... Don't give up on us. W-we can try this again right?” He said, looking straight into your eyes pleading to you. “Tooru..”

“Y/n, please... I-i know it's my fault yet all these years I couldn't let you go even how much I tried too, I couldn't even think of anyone besides you. I was stupid and young yet I knew you meant the world to me but I l-let you go.”

“Get up please.” You said softly. He did what he was told to do. You wrapped your arms around him for an embrace. He did the same yet buried his face in the crook of your neck and held you tighter.

“T-tooru” You took his silence as he was listening. “I um where do I start this.” Your mind running wild trying to find the right words. ”Um I don't regret the times we spent together. I was really happy. I miss the dates we had, the late-night calls or talks, our little adventures, cheering you on when you had a games, and of course you.” You heard him trying to hold back his cries. “I'm glad I met you even though how we ended things could have been better but we were both still young and trying to figure out who we were. I know that night, the things you and I said were not true, we were just shouting out random things out of anger. Maybe if I was a better girlfriend for you, you wouldn't have left me behind, maybe if I convinced you that I'll stay with you until the very end you wouldn't have given up on me… on us.” You said as you gripped his shirt he was wearing.

He backed up to look you in the eyes. “Y/n you were enough. You gave me everything a person can-” “But i-”. He cut you off before you can say another word. “I promise you that. You made me feel like I was actually enough that my endless training was good enough for once. You stood by my side when I needed it the most. You were everything to me. I was so stupid..” He went back to the same position he was in.

“That day you left broke my heart in so many ways. You showed me how to love but you showed me how painful a heartbreak can be. When you left I questioned if you ever loved me, if I meant anything to you, if you ever needed me to stay with you, or if I was enough for you. It took me years to get over it. I wanted to know these answers from you yet not that long ago I have been feeling okay. To answer your question yes I meant someone. He now means the world to me, he made me feel like I was enough, that I'll be okay, and i wouldn't change that. I'm happy now, Tooru.” You felt his breathing change. You back away and hold his face. He grabbed your hand and held it tight. His eyes have gone puffy and his nose seems a bit red.

“Tooru I love you I truly do but I'm slowly moving on and you should too. Maybe things might have been different but this is how things ended up. Maybe in another time, we ended up together and we were happ-”

“Don't say that in front of me because I really really wish that's how we ended up.” He said with a sad soft look. He placed a soft kiss on your forehead. That small kiss had so many emotions that weren't said.

You both looked at each with love in your eyes yet you both knew there's no going back to how things were and after this, you both are going to move on with life. You knew he loved you and you loved him but your feelings for Kenma only grew with every moment you spent with him.

“Does he make you that happy?” He asked. “Very” “Then i-i guess that okay by me..” He said as he holds you tighter, ceasing your hair. “If you hadn’t met him would it have been me?”

“Tooru, I thought of marrying you”. “But look at you now liking someone else that’s not me.” You let out a small chuckle. “I'm not sure because what if we didn't settle our argument and never talked.” You let out a sigh.

“Right... You have no idea how much I wish we were together again at this moment.” He left a small hurt laugh. “If only if it was true.”

“Maybe it is, you never know. You believe in aliens so why not believe in another universe where we are happy and we fix this.” You backed away flicking his forehead. “Oww that wasn't necessary.” He rubbed his forehead. “And aliens are a different story.” He said as pouts. You let out a laugh

Hearing you laugh makes his heart race. Your laugh was music to his ears. How much he misses being the reason for you smiling, laughing, and overall your happiness. He knew he wasn't the one in your heart now and he has to learn how to be okay with that. He blames himself for letting you go. If only he could go back in time to change everything he would in a heartbeat. He felt like crying again. He’s willing to put his happiness aside if it means you’ll be happy.

You looked at him with a soft loving face and smiled. You placed your hand on his cheek to wipe away the tears that were running down with your thumb. He pulled you in a tight hugged. “Y/n I love you will all my heart remember if he doesn't treat you right I won't hesitate to hurt him I won't back down if he breaks your heart. Okay?” He said. You let out a small laugh and hummed in response.

How much he didn't want to face the truth that you're no longer his he had to accept it. “In another life time, we can fix this huh?” He thought to himself.

You both held each knowing this will be a goodbye and both of you are moving forward.

Little did you know someone was watching your heartfelt moment.

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sanchoyo · 3 years

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danny phantom season 2, episode 17-20 thoughts! finishing up season two! the finale is the THIRD 2-PARTER OF SEASON 2. that's so many! I wonder how many season 3 will have?

see prev episode thoughts in this tag <3

-UERGH WHY DOES VLAD HAVE AN AI WITH MADDIE'S FACE ON IT. SOOO CREEPY. AND MORE 'CREATIONS' waiiiit. vlad is Dr. Frankenstein! (despite his ghost design obviously referencing vampires) HE HAS 'CREATIONS' HE MAKES THEN WONT TAKE REAL RESPONSIBILITY FOR!!! this bitch.

-danny was late and his friends immediately start going off about how hes inconsiderate, and has been treating them like sidekicks??? he just overslept, my god. chill. even if he has, be nicer about talking about it with him?? he really can't help that he sometimes has to chase the ghosts, or has a secret identity to protect...

-'what kind of ghost haunts a miniature golf course' umm. me as a ghost. next question

-imagine going home and theres a tiny child on your bed claiming to be your cousin. with as many cousins I have, I would probably believe her. but the 'ran away from home' BIT....SHES 12?? SHES SO TINY. I hate that they have her belly out in her ghost form, but I like how her colors are asymmetrical. something about her design...maybe the proportions?? are weird to me...anyway danny was good to feed her, but he shouldve taken her to his parents FIRST. or, tbh, probably jazz. (JAZZ DIDNT EVEN GET TO MEET HER!!! NOOO. I mean she said she'll be BACK BUT STILL)

-ANYWAY. shes voiced by AnnaSophia Robb, the girl who was in because of winn dixie, played as violet from charlie and the chocolate factory, and was the girl from bridge to terrabithia. (the movie that made me cry hysterically when I was 12 and I never watched it again because it Broke Me!) thats super cool.

-vlad sucks: the episode, basically. what's new!! I love how he's like, I'm Not A Villain. *immediately cuts to him torturing danny to make him transform, to get mid-transformation DNA, to perfect a Clone.* *immediately shows that he doesnt give a shit about his new daughter Dani and just wants a ''more perfect clone'' and will put her in danger to get that. will let her DIE to get that*

-Dani is danny's clone and is a girl? transgenderism....one of them has to be trans. or they both are.

-dani just. leaving at the end. WHAT? SHES 12. DONT JUST. NO!!! SHE WAS PROBABLY JUST BORN, A MONTH AGO AT MOST, RIGHT?? SHE NEEDS...SOMEWHERE TO LIVE. MONEY? FOOD?? A FAMILY?? AN EDUCATION???! WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE'S LEAVING!!! OKAY BYE I GUESS!!! D: concern!!!

-the next ep opens with skulker chasing a ghost down. ...does skulker count as a ghost hunter in the way valerie and danny do? I mean, sure, he hunts the good guys too, but he. he hunts ghosts...also, we haven't seen his Real Form since his debut episode! tiny...

-the guys in white are back! ngl, I assumed they were a gag for that one episode. you're telling me they might actually be a threat? ok.

-valerie in her lil nasty burger uniform looks so cute!! glad shes not in that mascot uniform this time. I guess she stopped hiding that she's working there now?

-gregor having white hair, dressed in black and white...and green eyes...sam has a Type, I guess.

-danny being unnecessarily hostile about gregor. danny!!! hes been nice so far. he looks a little...tall to be 14, but. danny doesnt know anything about him! (he does Suspect, but...you cant just spy on people and be rude to them from a hunch.) also, gregor kissed her, and when she freaked out, he was like 'oh no!! sorry, we can take it slow! I understand!' which was NICE. I hate jealousy plots still tho.

-altho. umm. tucker, being concerned about danny spying on them??? SAM AND YOU WERE SPYING ON DANNY AND VALERIE A FEW EPISODES AGO!!!!! im not saying its RIGHT, but dont be a hypocrite!!! AND THEN SAM BEING MAD ABOUT IT, TOO.

-DANNY IS A 7 ON THE SCALE OF ECTOPLASMIC POWER!!! out of 10? so I want to know where the other ghosts rank...I mean it's a list from the guys in white, so, it may not even be accurate, like, they havent seen ALL of his powers, have they?

-Lancer being like 'im not cooperating with the FEDS' until they said they could access his tax records. they already did that joke with jack, but like, its still funny. kings of tax evasion.

-tucker's aggressive third-wheeling. but gregor being super into it. gregor/tucker is the real ship here. then gregor kissing danny on both cheeks after hugging him. bi poly king gregor. (he does turn out to be a liar with a phoney accent. unsurprising, BUT THE CONCEPT OF HIM BEING GENUINE AND THEM ALL DATING IS FUN)

-THE...GUYS IN WHITE THINKING GREGOR IS DANNY PHANTOM. LMAOOO. GET HIS ASS. or,, Elliot. lmfao

-sam saying tucker is part of the package because theyre friends was super sweet <3 but also 'part of the package'...polyships are obviously the solution to these dumb jealousy/love triangle plots.

-danny crashed a whole plane. the collateral damage...

-is he....

-you know....

.... (ITS NOT GAY IF YOU'RE DOING IT TO PRETEND TO BE SOMEONE YOU'RE NOT, AND LIE TO A GIRL. RIGHT? he was getting a little too into pretending to enjoy tucker's company, and the above...c'mon, guy.)

-lmao, freakshow is in actual prison. I didn't expect a follow up, or for him to show back up! in the finale of this season, too!

-THE SICK TATTOO GHOST IS NAMED LYDIA!!! more Lore On her. freakshow seemed genuinely concerned about her. also, is she mute? I don't think she talked the first time we saw her, either. and we didn't know freakshow 'envied' ghosts, either, the first time, we just knew he was controlling them. interesting!

-...they literally stole the infinity gauntlet from marvel and called it the reality gauntlet. is that legal. what the fuck. even with the gems in the lil slots, having different powers...they had freakshow in jail, but didnt check his pockets??! hes just still in his lil outfit??? what kind of ...oh, its in amity park. yeah, all of the adults are idiots, okay, sure.

-'freakshow!' 'in the anemic flesh!' dude take some iron pills then. also, sure, the red eyes could be contacts for his aesthetic, but the whites of his eyes are yellow! does he have jaundice?! he severely needs more...like, every kind of vitamin. (this is what im worried about as freakshow attacks danny with giant robots)

-again, goth circus is a sick theme, and I love his goth train.

-oh FUCK every single person saw danny transform. on a stage. including his parents via TV. oh god. the guys in white and immediately like 'youre coming in for experiments!' SCARY. at least the crowd is willing to help him to escape...perks of now being a local celeb! even the kids at school are accepting :) this is what, the third time his family has found out? its always been an alt timeline tho. and danny fully intending to just rewrite things again instead of...I dunno, trying to roll with it this time? hes really worried his family won't accept him, huh...

-'maybe our son IS THE GHOST BOY, but its not as if our family's ghostly activities have EVER PUT YOUR FAMILIES IN DANGER' maddie. mmmmmmmmmmmm. okay.

-danny 100% prepared to run away from home because of this :( oh :( and saying his parents are 'looking for him, or a scalpel to dissect him with' ouch...

-THE GUYS IN WHITE TRYING TO ARREST A 14 YEAR OLD. fuck da feds.

-side note (another one about voice actors...) freakshow's voice actor, Jon Cryer, was lex luthor in pretty much every DC tv show, which is why I recognized his voice, because my dad loves those shows so I've seen a good bit of them without seeking them out...)

-the old man saying 'hey, i still had minutes left!' and danny saying 'you gotta watch those roaming charges!' about danny destroying the people in the diner's phones so no one could report seeing him...would kids today understand these things. can you even BUY minutes anymore...I remember my first phone being a flip phone, and the fact I always had minutes when my sister ran out super fast, because I didnt have friends calling or texting me like she did...:/

-the fentons being genuinely like 'why didnt danny trust us and tell us this, we love him :(' and JAZZ LAYING INTO THEM WITH THE 'DISSECTION/MOLECULE BY MOLECULE' LINES. LITERALLLLY. they need to apologize

-technically, lydias stronger than you! -jazz lesbianism moments! when did you even learn her name!!! but also get freakshows ass. lydia is also cooler looking. looove her design sm still.

-jazz psychoanalyzing freakshow... (also, her also having ghost envy? au where jazz is a ghost!! id like to see it)

-im glad the kids still got to go to their respective vacation things, even if they cant really stick around and enjoy them much...

-furry: confirmed. (also tucker calling her hot. tucker is a furry confirmed)

-danny being mad someone at the comic con is selling comics of him without permission, lmfao. give him his royalties!

-freakshow > thanos because hes a drama clown and does use his gauntlet to be FLASHY AND DRAMATIC.

-jazz's 'USE PYSCOLOGY' to danny about freakshow LMAOO. AND THEN IT WORKING. but, oh, freakshow's ghost form sucks. I like him as a clown better tbh. good thing danny took away his ghost powers!

-his parents hugging him and saying theyre proud :"( and saying 'of course you lied to us, we never gave you a reason not to!' and saying they were in the wrong basically for always talking about hurting ghosts aaaa :""(

-then he WIPED THEIR MEMORIES AGAIN!!! FUCK. I can understand him wiping the goverments/student bodies' memories, but why his parents?? they were being accepting!! ARGHHH. season 3 couldve been them all trying to adjust to them knowing!

-I know, on a meta level the showrunners probably wanted to just reset things to the status quo of him having a secret identity. But. We've been doing that for (2) seasons, I'd love if season 3 could be like, his parents adjusting to this and trying way harder to learn more and accept it (and the shenanigans that could come from that) and for fun, if he didn't wipe the students memories, it could be him being popular for a while, then everyone slowly realizing, oh, he's still Danny. Like. he might have ghost powers but hes Just The Same Guy instead of putting him on a pedestal (and seeing them all try and help him hide it from the giw/people who don't know!!)

-fuck they didn't even explain WHY he wiped everyone except sam, tucker and jazz's memories. he just Did It right when his parents were saying they loved/accepted him!! and sam and tucker didnt question it at all!!! HELLO??? very annoyed about this turn of events.

-anyway. onto season 3! I know its shorter than the first two seasons, and is the last season... I might just do it in 2 bursts if I can... :3c depends on the episodes' content and how much I want to say about each!

#sanchoyorambles #danny phantom #dp thoughts

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whumperfly-chaser · 3 years

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Maurice- Ch 2 | A realization

Don't you just hate it when you find out your tenant has been secretly using his home to host and torture someone for his own sick pleasure? Simply the worst way to start an afternoon.

T/W's here: (Emeto, dirty home, rotting foods and other bits, abandoned setting, infestation) (Lmk what else to tag!)

It would’ve been a pleasant afternoon, drizzling slightly on clean sidewalks and an overgrown lawn, children in raincoats playing in the neighboring yards, and birds singing happily under the shower. It would’ve been a pleasant afternoon, but not for Denice or Martin. No… Not for them in the slightest. Denice tightens her grip around the umbrella handle as she listens faintly to Martin’s complaints.

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“I’m telling you Denice, you’ve got to stop thinking that Roger was up to this shit. Sure, he was a little off sometimes, but he paid the rent just fine.”

“And I’m telling you that I heard something in here. I could’ve sworn I heard a scream when I was walking by. That’s no dog, Martin. It sounded human and scared and I-“

“And you what, Denice?” Denice looked at him with a sort of restlessness, every once in a while she gazed at the innocuous exterior. This house used to be hers. It used to feel nice to walk by and it used to feel safe. But now… all it gives her is a sense of dread.

“Are you really going to break into a tenant’s home just to investigate a random shout you heard? That could literally be anything!”

She crosses her arms. “I know what I heard, Mart. And it’s not his home anymore; he’s dead.”

Martin groans, dragging his hands down his face, releasing it with a snap. “Denice, you’re being unreasonable. The guy could’ve had a kid over-“

“He has no kids. And he mentioned it when signing the lease, too.”

“Like hell you remember when he signed that lease.”

“Steel. Trap. Memory. He said, and I quote; ‘I know this neighborhood is real quiet, so don’t worry, I never have anyone over, it’s just me in here.’ End quote.”

Martin rolls his eyes. “He could’ve been watching a movie-“

“That was no movie. It was guttural- and- and real.” Denice shudders, hugging herself as she takes another longing look at the house.

“It could’ve just been him yelling after a rough day-“

“The voice was too high compared to Roger’s.”

“It could’ve been coming from another house, or a person nearby.”

“It was coming from the house.”

Martin stares at her, half nonplussed and half exasperated. When Denice raises an eyebrow at him he simply looks away, staring at nothing in particular as he finds the words to say in response.

When he finally looks back at her, he’s no longer fully disbelieving her, but he’s definitely hesitant. “Look. You heard that noise weeks ago, Denice. Whatever it was, it isn’t there anymore. Plus, do really you think I’m going to go in there when our tenant might have been a psychopath with- people in his house?”

Denice almost glared, but instead she simply took to walk down the dirty stone path to the entryway.

“Denice- Denice, what in the absolute fuck are you doing?!”

“If you don’t want to go, fine. But voice or not, I still need to evaluate the condition of the house.”

“His family might still want his things-”

“He has none he’s close with. He signed his coworkers as references, too. Plus, I have the right to inspect.”

Denice opens the three locks in the front door like clockwork and swiftly opens the door to a dark and dusty apartment. It’s a fairly straightforward layout, with an L-shaped couch and some pillows, a plain carpet, and a coffee table in front of it. On the adjacent wall there’s a television on a shelved stand with some mildly off abstract paintings, strewn with messy strokes of black, blue and red paint. She glances at it for a second and finds herself looking away just as quickly.

Despite that, it was a normal-looking home, if not unsettling because of how abandoned it felt.

The smell is bad, but bearable as she turns on the lights. The furnished living room has a thin layer of untouched dust coating it, as though it finally had time to settle. It’s as she enters the kitchen that the putrid smell hinted at before hits full throttle. She swallows dryly and takes a step back, bumping into… someone’s chest…

Denice shrieks, struggling as a hand is placed on her shoulder-

“Shush! It’s me!” She snaps open her shut eyes and relaxes only slightly upon seeing Martin’s worried face looking back. He retreats his hand and takes two paces back himself, arms up in caution. “Sorry I grabbed you.”

“Oh-!” She heaves to herself, pressing a palm to her chest as if guiding her lungs to stretch further. “I-It’s okay, just don’t- don’t do that again, Mart.”

Martin nods, grimacing from the overall scent of the home. “I’m really sorry… Um.. I found these keys? They were on a keyring next to the door, but they don’t seem to belong to any of the locks.”

“Keep them for now. Maybe he changed some? We’ll have to check if he put a lock or three somewhere here.”

“Isn’t that against the lease?” he asks whilst putting the small wad of keys in his back pocket.

“I’ve got other things to worry about right now… But we’ll need to look through the whole house.”

Denice inspects the room. Kitchenware, some appliances- a toaster oven, a blender… A very… diverse knifeblock… She pulls out a knife, only to find that it seemed recently polished.

Martin notices her interest in them. “Maybe he was interested in keeping everything maintained. The rest of the house seems pretty neat.”

Denice glances at the oxidation creeping from one of the thinner knives and doesn’t touch it. “…Maybe.”

“Is it me, or is the smell coming in stronger from the refrigerator?” Martin asks, but seems hesitant to open it.

“There’s only one way to find out.”

Martin grimaces and looks away from the fridge as he pries it open. The lights snap on, revealing worms and maggots feasting on rotted food. One or two grown flies emerge from the indistinguishable piles of muck and escape the fridge as Martin slams the door shut. “SHIT!”

“The fridge wasn’t closed properly, I’m guessing…”

“You’re guessing? Shit’s a pigsty.”

“That’s what happens when food rots near the presence of flies, Mart.”

Martin gags. “No shit, Sherlock. Hell, did anybody even come in the house after he died?”

“I doubt it… Let’s just move on.”

“Let’s.” Replies Martin, looking through the cabinets. There were several lining the corners of the room, about twenty total; ten above and ten below. Unsurprisingly, a variety of spiders had long made their homes inside of the spaces from the absence of movement. The occasional pest would skitter between the raised boards, one of which being a cockroach large enough to garner a scream from the buxom woman. Martin was ever quick to kill it, slightly more composed than his counterpart.

“I don’t get why he’d have so little spices and so much salt.” Martin finally remarks, opening one of the upper cabinets.

“Maybe he likes pickling food?” Denice supplies, frowning at the dust layering the pots and pans below.

“I doubt it. His fridge would’ve been a lot more tolerable- and less… maggoty.” Martin shudders and proceeds.

Denice is opening yet another cabinet door when the realization finally hits her- She snaps back to a rather calm Martin, who was inspecting one of the bags. “Wait! Mart!”

Martin simply stared at her, nonplussed. “What?”

Denice stares back at him, then his hand. “Wait… didn’t you mention that salt burned you guys?”

Martin looks at the salt in question and chuckles softly, then pats the leaking paper bag. “Don’t worry, salt is only a big deal for obligate vamps.”

“Oh.”

“Yep. Plus I’m almost sure this is full of drugs.”

“It’s too granulated for that, Mart.”

“You never know.” Martin shrugged and placed it on the counter, continuing his run-through.

Why was she even doing this anymore? Did she really want to know what else was here?

…And yet, she finds herself opening the last cabinet regardless, surprised to see a different, smaller fridge inside it.

“…Mart, did we ever leave a mini-fridge here?”

“No? why would he own a separate fridge? Did he own snakes? a lizard of some kind?”

Denice cracks it open, shuddering at the sickening smell of iron and old blood, all in bloated vacuum-sealed bags, separating into clear, off-yellow plasma and coagulated chunks of dark rot. “He- he’s human, right?”

“Yeah? His ID would’ve specified if he were a supernatural.”

“Martin… Either he was a vampire, or he has enough blood to house one for no reason.”

“Blood? Wait-“ Martin ambles over to see it and retches at the sight, spitting into an overfilled trashcan nearby.

“Holy shit.“

“Martin- hey, it's okay man.” Denice rubs small circles on his back, and Martin coughs in his panic until it slowly died down. All is quiet between them, buzzing with unsaid questions.

"It's the smell that's killing me. It's wrong. Blood shouldn't be.." He straightens- realizing something until the last words finish his thought. "...wasted. Denice."

She perks at the call. "What?"

“You need a license to buy blood.” He silently mentions, the statement lingers in the air, weighter. His slitted pupils are wide and anxious.

Denice looks back at the minifridge, glancing at the almost rudimentary setup for storing the bags, compared to the professional handling she's seen with actual banks on the few times she accompanied Martin.

“I think-… I think this was his own. And you aren’t supposed to house vampires—even if you sign for them.” Denice feels her stomach lurch as she closes the door of the minifridge.

Martin looks at the blood with an apathetic sort of disgust, the bags having insulted his senses for the last time. “Will you please close the fridge already? The kitchen smells awful as it is.”

“Oh- Sorry. Let me just-“ She tries to close it normally, but it doesn’t really shut. A bit more pressure is applied, and even then the door bounces back open. One of the bags had clearly tilted out of shape when she opened it, but… Denice was not about to touch it more than she had to already.

She gives it a hearty shove.

There’s a squelch when it shuts, leaving a gush of sickly, yellow-tinted plasma to shoot and bead along the dirty linoleum flooring. Some clots of dark, runny sickness sputter and run down the fridge door

“…I burst one.” Denice gags while a strangled sound escapes Martin’s chest.

Martin heaves dryly, pressing a fist to his lips and an arm around his stomach as though it would stop him from vomiting altogether. They really should’ve placed a better window in the kitchen.

This could’ve been a nice afternoon.

“Den- Denice, I need to take a breather, yeah? or- or- I’ll definitely throw up. Let’s get to somewhere else- I can’t- I-”

“Y-Yeah… Let’s just get out and recuperate a little.”

Denice walked out of the kitchen with Martin following closely behind, his breaths stifled to try and limit the amount of bad air he inhaled.

But now Denice was even more unsure if she wanted to see what else lied in the house. Even with someone as strong as Martin beside her, she felt nervous. Uncertain.

Afraid.

Martin seemed to sense her worry and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “We can always leave. You don’t have to stay here and see whatever else was in here.”

Denice enjoys his touch a little longer, thinking on what to say in response. In truth, she did want to leave. She wanted to leave from the beginning. But seeing just what they found now… Well, the knowledge would only eat at her if she didn’t find a conclusion to this.

“…Let’s just see the rest of the place, and we’ll leave right away. Is that okay with you?” She says despite herself. Martin looks absolutely disinterested in continuing the search for the scream’s source, but sighs. “I’ll go.” The relief Denice feels at those two words is immense. “But only because I don’t want you to be in here by yourself.”

“Thank you Mart.” “Don’t mention it.” His tone is curt yet warm, and Denice opens the door to the staircase with a bit more confidence.

They walked up the pine stairs with little conversation- the smell noticeably got better as they left the kitchen area, until it was replaced entirely by the musty scent of dust and no air circulation. The other two bedrooms were normal; they were replaced with an office and storeroom, both of which had no outstanding features. In truth, besides the paintings, there was a very little amount of personality in his home décor.

The attic was a different story altogether.

Martin bumped his head for the third time on the attic’s ceiling when Denice had seen it- shackles. Chains. Restrains of all shapes and sizes. Whips, prods, pokers and knives. Tasers and Gags and ropes and belts and flails- and a bowl.

A bowl of water, next to a spray bottle. Martin touches it and recoils- hissing to himself as he stared at his now reddening hand.

His burned hand.

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They stumble out of there, disconcerted and horrified as each of them try not to think too hard on their findings. The lawn door creaks and wanes on its rusty hinges until they both find a place to sit under a lawn table’s umbrella and chairs.

And so they sat, not quite talking but exchanging conversation through glances alone. Martin takes a deep, shuddering breath and holds his head in both hands while Denice hugs herself, desperately trying to make sense of it.

But no matter what, they couldn’t quite make sense of it. It could have easily been confirmation-bias, but every path seemed to lead back to her original theory, and they hated it.

Martin still looked unnerved, his grey-tinted features dark despite the sun peeking out on him. He tapped his fingers against the clouded glass and grimaced- rubbing his fingers together at the gritty feeling of muck layering the table. He takes a quick sip of his flask and grunts as his burnt hand slowly starts regrowing the tissue.

"...It was concentrated." He eventually says after noticing her worried glances. "Fuckin' liquid was probably saltier than the ocean. Could've been acid for all I know. "

Denice felt herself losing composure as well- an internal tremor echoed through her as her worries piled on. Further and further it pushed her will to continue looking. Yet the most she could do was retreat into a better space- a more optimistic section of her thoughts where the noise she heard was nothing more than a figment of her imagination.

She couldn’t imagine how Martin could feel about this- he was a vampire himself, and was now dealing with the possible reality of one of their tenants illegally hosting an unregistered vampire in his home. Torturing a vampire. Feeding it with his own blood to avoid getting into a registry.

She can't unthink it. She doesn't want it to be true, and yet she feels it's growing more real by the second.

She's rethinking every instance with the tenant, no longer a placid young man with a mild interest in the arts, but holding those pokers, those knives, those weapons, and using it on someone. On her. On Martin.

She desperately hoped for it to be a joke. A gag. Something unreal and unbelievable, as Martin had told her just an hour ago. But reality was setting in too quickly for fantasy to fill in the gaps, and now she had seen too much.

Martin was the first to speak.

“I’m calling the police.” It’s such a firm statement that it leaves Denice even more unsure. If they called the police, what would happen? Did they really expect something to make sense if they did? For some justice when they didn’t even know if the man did this? They would most certainly laugh. Laugh at them both for calling them over simply because they saw some odd things in his own home.

She remembers how each weapon had drying flecks of dark ichor lacing them and gags.

“…It's not going to be a good idea. There isn't much in terms of evidence.”

Martin glared at her momentarily, his gaze only softening upon seeing her distress. “We can show them what we found-“

“And then what?”

Martin looked away and at his hand, pensively staring at the mottling patchwork of repairs on his skin. “I don’t know.”

Denice unknit her brow. “Well… we still have one last room to search through. None of the keys fit the other doors. If we see something truly incriminating, we'll call.”

Martin flexed his now-healed hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling forcibly as though trying to grasp his last strands of composure. Or savoring the fresh air while he still could.

“Fine, but I’m not going back there for longer than I have to, and neither are you. Comprendes?”

She nods, now set and resolute. Martin stood up and stretched, his joints popping until he heaved a breath and walked to follow his partner. The one place they hadn’t searched. The last room. The room they both dreaded entering.

The basement.

#might edit later #i dont know man im tired #denice and martin #they argue like an old married couple #whump #tw whump #vampire whump #martin is a vampire

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Unrequited (Part 5)

pairing: bucky barnes x reader characters: bucky barnes, reader, steve rogers, natasha romanoff, tony stark, pietro maximoff, crystal amaquelin, clint barton, sam wilson, sharon carter, word count: 7k+ warnings: curse words, flirty bucky, flirty tony, angst, sad friends summary: things are changing and its startng to get hard to keep up a/n: hi, welcome to the slowest update and slowest burn story ever, but its here now--and let me tell you, this chapter is NOT how i planned... still like the outcome and really, it just means that the next ch is going to be just as long (im also looking for someone to beta future chapters ;o; so if youre interested, lemme know)

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“Natasha?” you call out, entering the eerily quiet apartment. The lights are off, the television quiet and dark, everything you used for breakfast is still in the sink, none of it put away—she hates seeing a full sink, but hates washing dishes in the morning even more, preferring to do them when she gets home when it’s her turn.

You call out for her again, your footsteps echoing as you make your way to her bedroom. Knocking, you wait for a beat before opening the door, and just like the rest of your shared home, her room is dark—even the neon lights she likes leaving on occasionally are turned off.

Where could she be?

There’s a note on the island counter that has you frowning—Out for the day. It reads in Natasha’s cursive writing. I’ll be home for dinner.

You don’t share any classes with Natasha, today. In fact, you don’t have any classes Tuesdays, something you’re grateful for because having classes everyday last year really stressed you out, and while you’re still stressed having three classes on three days of the week, you have more days to relax and study if need be.

Your free days also give you the chance to spend time with Natasha, something you both take seriously. Afterall, you made a promise to one another senior year of highschool that you’d always carve out a little bit of time for each other and that you’d always tell one another what was on your mind, never letting it fester.

It feels… weird knowing something is wrong and not knowing what it could be. But you just have to give her space and wait for her to tell you on her own, just as she gives you space when you need it.

Doesn’t mean you like it, though.

With a loud sigh, you leave your apartment.

You shoot him a quick text to let him know you’re here, and he replies by giving you the code for the building and his floor and apartment number.

Seriously, Bucky? Why is he making you go up?

Grumbling, you take the elevator to the fourth floor and knock on his door, ready to rip him a new one for having you meet at his place rather than somewhere else when it opens to reveal… not Bucky?

Naked torso and bright blue eyes greet you, and widen in surprise as a small squeak escapes your lips. You try to ignore the heat clawing its way up your neck and to your face, desperately hoping he wouldn’t notice.

He says your name breathlessly and you return the gesture with another squeal, head lightheaded and you’re pretty sure it’s not healthy to have all your blood rush to your face like this.

“Steve!” You avert your eyes and focus on the wooden door and the gold numbers 404 instead of his pretty, hairless chest. But it’s kind of hard to keep your focus on something else when your eyes keep wanting to move his way! “Bucky told me to meet him here?”

As if he was waiting for his name, his head pops over Steve’s shoulder, a small smirk on his face—has it always been this punchable? Because your fingers are itching to clock him and wipe that smug look off of his face—that’s becoming a thing isn’t it?

“You’re finally here!” He pushes Steve aside and opens the door wide for you, ignoring the protests of his best friend. He latches onto your wrist, not allowing you a chance to look over the open spaced apartment and pulls you along with him towards the elevator. “I’m taking the car! And put a shirt on!”

You chance a glance over your shoulder to find Steve staring after you both with raised eyebrows and slightly parted lips. Fuck.

“What the hell, Bucky?” you ask as soon as you’re in the privacy of the elevator.

“You’re welcome,” he says, pressing the button for B—basement you’re assuming.

“You’re welcome?” You repeat incredulously. “For what?”

“What do you mean for what? You got to see a shirtless Steve thanks to me!”

He has a point, the little voice in your head says, but you refuse to listen. Pursing your lips, you turn your eyes away to stare at the blinking numbers over the sliding doors. “I’m not thanking you for that.”

He pouts and it’s so uncharastically Bucky, or at least it's uncharacteristic for the Bucky you thought you knew, that it throws you off guard for a moment. You clear your throat and try to recover. “Come on! I did good! You saw a shirtless, Steve! What are the odds of that happening?”

“Literally none.” He grins at your deadpan words. “Still don’t appreciate it, Bucky! That was embarrassing, for him and me.”

He sighs, slouching back into the elevator wall like a little kid having been scolded for stealing a piece of chocolate. “Okay, I get it. I get it, no more tricking you into seeing a shirtless Steve.”

You resist the urge to sigh heavily at his words. “I hate you.”

He grins toothily.

You watch him as he smiles at the poor girl behind the register ringing him up for a pair of sunglasses. She ducks her head shyly, curling a lock of her hair behind her ear as does her best to quell the blushing on her cheek.

He had told you to keep an eye on them, watch him as he tries to win over the cashier with his charm, but from where you’re standing? You’re not seeing shit.

He thanks her with another smile, taking his card that she hands back to him before making his way to you.

You quickly look away when her eyes begin to drift from him to you.

“Did you see?” he asks as he settles into step with you to lead you to another store.

You nod and cock an eyebrow. “What exactly was I supposed to learn from that?”

He makes a face—nose scrunched and eyebrows furrowed. “How easy it is to flirt?”

“I saw none of that,” you deadpan.

He sighs deeply as if completely disappointed in your lack of attention and you have to resist the urge to smack him and roll your eyes. “Did you not see how I—you know what. Never mind.” Before you can even question him, he continues on: “We’re not just here to teach you how to flirt, we’re also here because you need an outfit for the party. Two birds,” two fingers lift into the air and then one finger goes down, “one stone.”

You do a double take, blinking slowly and letting his words process. “I need an—no, I don’t!”

“Oh, yeah?” He raises an eyebrow as he opens the door. “What were you thinking about wearing, then?”

“I don’t know?” You reply indignantly. What exactly is he getting at? “Some jeans and a shirt? You know, like casual clothes.”

When you don’t make a move to enter, he grabs your arm and pulls you along with an eye roll. “That’d be fine for any other party, but this is a Stark party. People dress up to impress, and those that don’t, stick out like a sore thumb.”

Great.

“Come on, sourpuss.”

That’s rich coming from him.

But then again, he hasn’t been much of a sourpuss with you anymore has he?

“What about this?” he asks, amusement laced in his words as he grins stupidly at you. In his hands is a short and skimpy dress that you would never wear out of fear of what you might accidentally end up flaunting.

A glare is all he gets as a response and he laughs loudly. “I’m joking!”

You miss sourpuss Bucky.

He has you searching the floor for something—anything, he deems acceptable for Stark’s party, but you honestly don’t understand why you can’t just wear casual clothes. And when you voice it, he keeps emphasizing the whole “sticking out like a sore thumb” bit. As if he knew you liked blending with the crowd rather than stand out. You relent, allowing him to help you pick something out, too, but you still don’t like the idea of dressing up for a College party.

A blue romper is suddenly shoved in your line of vision and you took a step back to follow the arm attached to the shimmery romper. “Pretty, right?”

You wrinkle your nose involuntarily. It is a pretty romper (better than the first one), with a low open back and a sweetheart neckline. You’d wear it, but it looks more suitable for clubbing than a college party.

“I think it’ll look good on you!”

You reluctantly grab it from his thrusting hand. “Isn’t it too much?” You check the tag. “Besides, not my size.”

“It’s perfect for Tony’s party,” he muses as he ushers you towards the rack where he found the romper, encouraging you to find your correct size. “And it’s actually pretty tame compared to what you’ll see others wearing.”

“You know, you’ve been really making me dread going to this party,” you grumble, pulling out a romper that’s in your size. “You keep making it sound like it’s the event of the year.”

He nudges you towards the changing rooms. “It might as well be. A lot of people look forward to his parties, use it as a chance to completely unwind without any rules binding them to the usual frat party rules.”

Which would make sense as to why Natasha is looking forward to it, especially when she seems to be stressed from outside factors.

“That still doesn’t make me feel better.”

He rolls his eyes. “Stop being a baby.”

The dressing room attendant allows you both in with a smile, pointing to a stall you may use, and you both thank her.

The music is a little louder in the dressing room area than it was on the floor, Dua Lipa’s New Rules blasting loudly, enough to make you drum your finger against the hanger.

“Besides,” he starts from the other side of the door. Through the crack, you can see him with his back turned towards you and waiting. “Going to this party will be your chance to open flirty dialogue with Steve, show him you’re actually interested in him.”

You take your time undressing. “None of what I’ve seen so far will help, Bucky. Smiling and touching someone isn’t flirting.”

“It will!” he assures you over the music. “It’s part of the basics on how to flirt.”

“Okay? But what else?” You were really hoping for more. He made teaching you how to flirt seem like such a big deal the other day.

He doesn’t answer you.

“Bucky?” When he doesn’t answer again, you quickly scramble to put on the romper, not bothering to check yourself in the mirror. You call his name again. No answer. Again. “Are you—“ You open the door to your dressing room and to your surprise, Bucky is still standing outside of your dressing room, closer to the one next to yours. “Why weren’t you answering?”

He leans against the door with his shoulder, hands in his pockets and stormy eyes meet yours when you poke your head out. “Well? Aren’t you gonna show me?” Your forehead creases as your eyebrows curve inward. He motions to the side with his head as if asking you to step out.

With a reluctant step, you come out of hiding, showing him the outfit with a ducked head.

His eyes sweep over you and his hands come out of his pockets, a lopsided grin appearing on his lips. “Wow—you look—you look great, doll.”

Doll? You don’t question it even though you’re curious about the sudden pet name, besides, you’re a little flustered at the genuinity in his voice “You think so?”

“It’s gonna be hard for anyone to look away from you,” he says, eyes twinkling with some kind of emotion that you can’t read. Mischief, maybe?

You pause, the heat that had been gathering in your cheeks suddenly cools as the hair on your arms stand awkwardly. You can’t help the small shiver that runs down your spine, or the small noise of disgruntlement that escapes your lips. What was wrong with him? “What are you doing?”

“What do you mean?” he asks, reaching for a lock of your hair and you jerked away.

Your eyes narrow as you watch the smile on his face grow, but soon they widen as the realization hit you. “Are you—are you trying to flirt with me?”

His smile drops and it’s your turn for your smile to grow, a laugh escaping your lips. His lips form a pout and he groans. “Why are you laughing? This isn’t funny. I’m teaching you how to flirt!”

“By giving me chills?”

He leans away from you, in shock that you’d think he’d ever do such a thing! “I did not give you chills!”

“You did!” you assert as you lift your arm to show him the bumps and awkwardly standing arm hair.

“There’s no way I caused that!”

You shove your arm further into his direction. “You totally did!”

He stares at you unblinkingly, your words processing in his head and taking in your form, until finally, he groans loudly, gaining the attention of the attendant. “But my flirting has never failed!”

You laugh, stepping away from him. “Well, your mom did say you seem to be under a dry spell.”

“Hey!” He sputters. “Just get changed!”

You shake your head with a smile and head back into the changing room to change out of the romper and back into your regular clothes.

After paying for the romper and walking around aimlessly, you two find yourself at the food court sitting across from one another with ice creams in hand.

“Since—apparently—showing you wasn't the best way to reach you how to flirt, telling you might be,” he says after a spoonful of his strawberry cheesecake ice cream. “Flirting isn’t rocket science, doll. Everyone can do it.”

“Not everyone.”

He rolls his eyes. “You’re not giving yourself enough credit. Flirting is all about conversation and being confident while doing it,” he says, straightening his back. “A lot of people have this… idea, that you have to be coy and charming to flirt, but you don’t have to be. Sometimes it’s all about compliments, other times it’s about subtle touching, or most of the time—both.”

You close your lips around your spoon, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Try it on me.”

Your spoon almost drops from your hands at his words. “What?”

“Try flirting with me.”

“Bucky—“

“You’ve seen me flirt twice—“

“I learned nothing from either time.”

He blatantly ignores you and you can’t help but laugh under your breath. “So, you have an idea of what you should do when flirting with someone.”

“I don’t know—“

“Just compliment me, talk to me, reach for my hand or something.” He smiles. “You’ve got this.”

You take a deep breath and finally relent. Placing your spoon back into the cup with your melting ice cream, your eyes meet his expectant gaze.

Sweeping over his eager gaze, your eyes fall on the red beaded bracelet wrapped around his wrist. It’s homemade, a little worn out by the look of the scratches on some of the beads. But it’s cute, reminds you of something you would’ve made when you were in middle school for Natasha, or something your younger brother would’ve made for you. Did one of his sisters make it for him? Shyly, and nervously, you reach for the beaded bracelet, gently running your index finger over the small beads.

“I like your bracelet.”

“Yeah?” He asks with a wide grin, stormy eyes watching you carefully and you can’t help the heat licking at your skin—god, this is embarrassing!

“Yeah, it’s cute… looks good on you,” you mutter, hooking a finger under the bracelet and flashing your eyes up at him from under your lashes, still feeling hot and embarrassed, and if you cry, holy shit you’re going to die. You can’t even read Bucky’s expression, there’s a smile on his face but his eyes are pretty neutral. Fuck. What if you’re messing up? What if you’re only making a fool out of yourself? “No!” You gasp softly, extracting your finger from his bracelet and covering your face with both hands. “No, I can’t do it!”

“Come on,” he drawls and gently takes hold of your wrists to coax your hands away from your face. “You were doing great!”

You let him pull down your hands and purse your lips, not completely believing him, but he sounds genuine enough. “Was I really?”

“Yes, you were!” he says, patting your hands in his. “You complimented something on me and me, found an excuse to touch me and kept eye contact for most of it! That’s pretty fucking amazing.”

You slip your hands from his to cup your jaw and groan. “I wish I could believe you.”

“All you really had to do was ask questions, prolong the conversation, make me think you’re interested in knowing more about me,” he advises softly. “If you do something similar like this to Steve? He’ll be putty in your hands.”

Giddiness bubbles in your stomach as you think of Steve flirting back, but… “But what if I get too nervous? Or fail?”

“Then you breathe, remind yourself you’re having a conversation to get to know him outside of what you already do know.” He waits for a beat, eyes searching your face for a moment and sighs. “Some people like to lay it on thick with the charm because that’s what they’re good at. You? You’re just… you. Doe-eyed, a little awkward, more than a little blunt sometimes. So use that to your advantage.”

You don’t fully believe him, but he sounds so sure of himself that you can’t help but agree to try it. “All right. Okay, I’ll do my best.”

“That’s all you need.” He grins and tilts his head towards one of the many entrances of the mall. “Want to head home?”

You look down at the ice cream pooling in your cup and decide to throw it out along with Bucky’s empty cup. “Mind if I check out the Disney store before we go?”

He remains seated, thanking you as you take his trash with yours. “Was afraid you wouldn’t ask.”

Throwing the two cups, you look at Bucky over your shoulder, ignoring the family of four that cuts between you to occupy a table. “You like Disney?”

He scoffs, offended that you even thought of asking such a heinous question. “Of course, I do.”

You shrug, laughing under your breath as you wipe the imaginary dust from your hands. “Most guys hide their affinity for Disney.”

Without thinking much of it, Bucky grabs the bag carrying your romper from the empty chair. When you make a grab for it, he tells you he’s got it and begins to lead you towards the Disney store. You follow after him, thankful. “I’m not most guys,” he quips back. “But… uh… does Natasha not like guys that like Disney?”

You blink, processing his shy inquiry and then throw your head back in laughter.

“Hey! It’s a legit question, if she doesn’t—“

You fall into step with him, smothering your laughter with the back of your hand. “What? Are you going to hide your love for the mouse from her if she doesn’t?”

“Maybe?”

You roll your eyes. “I suggest you don’t, Bucky. Natasha… she likes authenticity.” He knows this! But he’s really gung-ho on changing himself for her, isn’t he?

“It’s not like I’m going to lie about it! I’ll just be… omitting the truth.”

“That is lying,” you say with a bit of whine and drawl in your voice. “Lying by omission.”

“Whatever gets her attention.” His lips turn down and his eyes sweep down at you with a semi glazed look before staring forward. “That’s the whole point of this, right? Getting their attention?”

You try to hide the wince and find that you can’t bring yourself to refute him.

Your eyes meet your own in your mirror’s reflection, and with a deep breath, you leave your bedroom.

Natasha is on her phone, fingers tapping away at the screen barely acknowledging you other than a, “Finally!”

“Sorry,” you start as you make a beeline to the fridge for water. “I’m just a little unsure of what I’m wearing.”

She looks up, twisting in her seat to take a look at you and she lets out a strange noise that sounds akin to excitement. “Where have you been hiding this little number?”

You purse your lips. “It’s okay?”

“Are you kidding me?” She stands and makes her way over to you, smirking wickedly, hand to her chest as she buckles her knees. “I am in love!”

You gently push her away and she cackles. “God, you’re so weird.”

“You love me!”

“Yeah, yeah!”

Pietro: bruh, i am in awe

Pietro: i shit you not, you’re going to be fucking blown away when you guys get here

You: His place that nice?

Pietro: what do you think?

Attached to the message is a picture of Pietro making a face at a large chocolate fountain in the middle of who knows where and you honestly can’t believe it. You really fucking can’t. Who fucking owns a chocolate fountain other than a fictional character?

“Are you seeing this?” you ask Natasha, who sits beside you in the moving taxi, staring incredulously at your phone screen as you receive another message from Pietro, but this time of him sticking a marshmallow into the fountain with a stick.

She hums. “Seeing what?”

“What Pietro just sent—group chat?”

“Oh,” she says. “No.”

Sighing, you put away your phone, ignoring the incoming text from Pietro most likely asking how far away you are. “Who do you keep texting?”

“Huh?” She looks up at you after a moment of silence. “Oh, a friend—hey, you don’t mind if I invited them to tag along, right?”

A friend? You try to keep yourself from frowning, keeping a more neutral, curious expression. “I don’t mind, but, who did you invite?” You’re pretty sure you know everyone she knows or at least know of the people she deems worthy enough to call friends—which aren’t many (and are literally the same people you call friends).

“He’s one of the guards at the center,” she says, returning her attention to her phone, a smile appearing on her lips as she types out another message. “I had trouble on the first day and he helped me.”

“Wait, you had trouble?” Why didn’t she tell you that? She had only mentioned that it went well, but the kids could be a bit too much if she wasn’t stern enough.

She waves her hand dismissively. “Yeah, got lost. Not a big deal.”

She got lost and made a friend on her first day and it’s no big deal? “Right.”

She raises her head to look at you once more, eyebrow cocked and ready to say or ask something, but the driver pulling up slowly and saying, “Here we are,” distracts you both, stealing your attention for a moment and making you both glance out the window.

“Wow,” is all you can manage to say as you stare up at the modern home—mansion, really—as you push open the car door to step out, Natasha right behind you. You knew Tony was rich, but this, this is crazy rich.

The chocolate fountain now makes sense.

You both thank your driver and the man nods, wishing you both a fun night before driving off.

“And I thought your parent’s home was big,” you tell Natasha.

She chuckles, clapping your back before beginning to lead you towards the main entrance and closer to the loud music playing indoors. “Pietro and Crystal are already here, right?”

“Yep. They might be by the chocolate fountain, wherever that is.”

“Cool, I’m going to look for my friend,” she says, pushing open the door and allowing the music to escape from the enclosed space—“Meet you there?”

She’s seriously not thinking of leaving you—oh my god, she is. She’s really leaving you!

Before you can even begin to protest, she’s become one with the sea of bodies occupying the open space and you can no longer see your friend among the masses.

Great. Now what?

You frown and when a person knocks into you by accident, giving you a hasty apology as they keep moving, you can’t help but sigh. Why did you even decide to come?

You pull out your phone and read the message Pietro sent you earlier, and reply telling him that you’ve arrived. In a matter of seconds, you receive a message from him saying he’s still by the chocolate fountain and to hurry the fuck up.

Well, at least you still have Pietro.

Just as you’re about to put your phone away, it vibrates with a text notification, your text tone completely drowned out by the music.

James Bucky: How’s the party?

You: Just got here

James Bucky: Barely?

The music is loud around you as you push through the crowd, people not really caring if you bump into them, all of them in their own little world as the bass reverberates through their bones.

You: Wasnt super keen on the romper.

You: Jumped around a lot of outfits

James Bucky: But I thought you looked great!

James Bucky: You ARE wearing it, right?

You: yes, zazu gosh

James Bucky: wait

James Bucky: Zazu from the Lion King?

James Bucky: are you calling me an overbearing bird?

You: 🤷🏻‍♀️

You: if the shoe fits

James Bucky: listen, if I’m anyone from the movie, I’m Simba

You snort as you reply back: Sure you are

James Bucky: Rude!

James Bucky: Have you seen Steve, yet?

You: no.

You: Looking for Pietro and his girlfriend first

James Bucky: All right

James Bucky: Guess I’ll let you go

James Bucky: just remember to relax! You’ve got this!

Yeah! You do got this!

Thanks, Bucky.

Your search for the fountain leads you outside to a small courtyard where it’s a little less crowded, but just as noisy with the music and talking. In the middle of it all is the glorious chocolate fountain and in front of it a long table of fruits and other assortments that could be dipped into the chocolate.

“What do you think?” A voice suddenly says next to your ear and you can’t help but let out a surprised squeal as you jump around to face the culprit. “Cool right?”

“Tony! What the hell?”

He chuckles and looks you over, his eyes still obscured by his dark glasses. “You look good.” He sounds sincere enough, but you can’t help but raise your eyebrow in suspicion.

“Thanks?”

He grins. “You’re welcome.” He looks around you. “Came alone?”

“Ah, no, I came with Natasha, but she went searching for someone.”

“And you?” He asks, removing his eyewear and hooking it’s leg into the collar of his shirt. “You’re not searching for anyone?”

“I am…” you say, a little hesitant, unsure of what his question is meant to mean. “My friend Pietro.”

He tilts his head to the side. “You mean silver haired kid over there?”

You follow his line of vision, head twisting to look over your shoulder where Pietro and his girlfriend are sitting on a wooden bench, gorging on strawberries covered in chocolate. “Thanks.”

“Buckaroo didn’t come with you?” he asks, stopping you from making your way over to Pietro and Crystal.

“Uh, no. Said he didn’t feel like it.”

Tony snorts, he sounds a little bitter. “Of course, he did.”

Curious. “Did you want him to come?”

He presses his lips thinly, before smiling wickedly. “I’d like for someone else to come.”

“Seriously?”

He grins, head ducking and glasses slipping off the bridge of his nose, but he does nothing to stop them. “Sorry, bad joke.” He doesn’t sound sorry at all.

“Do you usually do that?”

He catches your gaze over the rim of his glasses. “What? Make bad jokes?” He shrugs. “Probably.”

“No,” you start slowly, pausing for a moment to search his eyes, study him as much as possible before he can grow offended by your next words, words that you probably wouldn’t say to a stranger and shouldn’t say to a stranger, but still do. “Do you usually deflect when someone goes into uncharted territory?”

He tenses, eyes narrowing and jaw clenching, it only lasts for a second, but you catch it. And that’s enough for you to know you’re right. He lets out a dramatic sigh and looks away from you, pushing his glasses back up. “Ah, and here I thought you’d be more fun than most of these people.”

You purse your lips, ready to retort, but before you can, a hand lands on your shoulder, pulling you away from Tony and to a muscular body—Pietro.

“Is he bothering you?” Pietro asks, eyes locked on to Tony, not even bothering to look down at you. It’s the big brother act.

“Pietro!” You scold him, pushing him away from you and from confronting Tony. “It’s fine. We were just talking.”

“And now we’re not,” Tony announces, eyes moving from Pietro to you. “Have fun, gorgeous.”

“What was that about?” Pietro mutters, confused as you both stare after Tony. And you can’t help but watch as he joins a group, laughing and smiling with them for only a moment before moving on to the next one. Never staying in one place.

“I don’t know,” you admit, a small frown making a home on your features.

You can never truly tell what the hell is going on with Pietro and Crystal. One moment they’re both laughing and having the time of their life and the next they’re arguing about the little things—this time the little thing being, well, you.

You’ve always known that Crystal wasn’t and isn’t particularly fond of you and Natasha, sometimes seeing both of you as some kind of threat or rivals for Pietro’s love, but you and Natasha usually pay her no mind. This time, however, it’s a little hard to ignore them when she’s whining about the fact you’re third wheeling their date, forgetting the fact that you and Natasha had invited Pietro in the first place, and he had decided to bring his girlfriend along.

Where’s Natasha when you need her?

Why did you decide to come anyway? Bucky wasn’t joking when he said a Stark party wasn’t a place for striking up conversation, yet somehow he encouraged you to come and said it would be the perfect opportunity to flirt with Steve. Who, by the way, you haven’t seen since you arrived! Granted, you haven’t moved from your spot in the courtyard, but you aren’t so sure going around specifically looking for Steve would be such a good idea. What if you do start dating Steve and you one day tell him that you frantically looked around for him at a Stark party, actively avoiding everyone just to be able to talk to him? He’d most likely freak and call you a freak, and you’d much rather avoid that.

“Then go,” you hear Pietro snap, pulling you from your rambling thoughts to look at him and Crystal, both of them practically in each other’s faces.

His blonde girlfriend with wide blue eyes falters, eyes drifting from him to you and back, and you watch as her bottom lip wobbles for dramatic effect before throwing her hands up in the air and pushing Pietro away from her. “Fine! I didn’t even want to come to this stupid party anyway!”

Pietro sighs heavily as she storms off.

“You sure letting her leave like that is a good idea?”

“Yeah,” he says through a grimace, falling back down onto the bench he and Crystal has been occupying. “It’s fine. We’ll work it out tomorrow. We always do.”

You have no doubt they’ll work it out, because he’s right, they always do. But you still can’t help but worry. How much more fighting and arguing can they take before they break? “Okay. Do you want me to get you a drink?”

He shakes his head and reaches for the red plastic cup by his feet. “I’m good, thank you.” He scoots over and pats the seat next to him.

You flash him a small smile and drop yourself down next to him, taking the chocolate strawberry he offers you before pressing his own strawberry against yours and scarfing it down.

“What’s with the doom and gloom?” Natasha finally joins you, finding you and Pietro sitting on the wooden bench, gorging on chocolate covered fruit. “It’s a party!”

You and Pietro don’t bother reacting to her shimmy of the arms, you instead cock an eyebrow. “Did you find your friend?”

She nods, smiling, looking over her shoulder and making a come here motion with her hand—and who exactly she motions over isn’t who you were expecting.

Not only is it Steve, but it’s Steve. Handsome, blue eyes, pretty Steve, who flashes you a bright smile even after you’ve seen him half naked.

Your mouth falls open in surprise. Steve? Why would it be Steve? As far as you knew, Steve doesn’t work as a security guard. Not at campus, not at the accounting firm he’s interning, and definitely not at a recreational center! He would’ve mentioned it, right? You look at Natasha, but she’s not looking at you, and she’s not looking at Steve either, you note.

She’s looking at someone behind him, someone shorter with darker hair—dirtier, and darker blue eyes—“Clint?”

All eyes snap in your direction, but you pay them no mind, you’re completely transfixed by the man wearing a purple hoodie and acid wash jeans, who immediately recognizes you and smiles cheekily.

“You know each other?” Natasha asks and it's Clint who explains with a nod.

“She’s a regular at the museum, usually comes in during my shift.”

“Huh.” Natasha huffs out a breath. “Small world.”

Steve chuckles and that sound would usually cause your heart to flutter, but you’re currently very much in awe of the fact that Natasha has adopted Clint as her friend. “Guess that makes it easier with the introductions.”

“Uh, excuse you. I don’t know who he is. Hi, I’m Pietro. And you are?”

“Clint Barton, security guard extraordinaire.”

Natasha smiles in Clint’s direction and leans against him, surprisingly enough—which is putting it lightly. You’re more than surprised, you’re absolutely floored, Pietro is too because he turns to you with wide eyes and mouths “what the fuck?”

What the fuck indeed.

Natasha isn't the type to be so… hands on or touchy with strangers (well, then again, Clint isn’t exactly a stranger). It took months—half a year to be exact—for her to be comfortable with touching Pietro, and being touched by him. But here she is, having known Clint for a couple of weeks—BARELY—and is already using Clint as a resting post.

Yeah.

It’s official.

Bucky is screwed.

A Stark party is a sensitive overload, if you’re being honest.

Here you are being rewarded with Steve looking mighty fine in a yellow button down and dark, regular jeans, but you’re somehow distracted by the way your best friend refuses to leave Clint’s side.

She’s smiling, chuckling that soft, genuine chuckle of hers when he cracks a joke or tells a funny story. There’s a spark in her smile and eyes that you haven’t seen in such a long time—not since high school.

You’re happy for her…. but…

This is going to hurt Bucky, isn’t it?

“Hey,” Steve’s warm voice reaches your ears and your body reacts without a minute to waste. Heat crawling up your neck as you practically rip your eyes from them to him.

“Steve, hey.”

“You look beautiful.” Your heart practically beats out of your chest, eyes widening at his sincere compliment and how he studies you with a warm gaze. It takes all of your energy to stay upright, even when the blood rushes to your head and your knees buckle.

He called you beautiful. Steve. Steve freaking Rogers!

Breathe and relax, doll. Flirting is simple conversation. Not an art. “Thank you.” Your voice is quiet, but still managing to be heard over the music if the tick of his lips is anything to go by. “You do too. Yellow is a good color on you.”

What? What kind of compliment is that?! Every color is a good color on Steve!

He chuckles, his eyes slipping down to the button down he’s wearing. “Thanks. This is actually Bucky’s. Told me I should wear it for tonight.” He fixes the collar of his shirt as the first button comes undone, and you can’t help but avert your gaze shyly. What the fuck is wrong with you? It’s just some skin, you dumbass! “You wouldn’t think so, but Bucky actually has an eye for picking out clothes,” he says fondly, proud of his best friend. “It’s one of his hidden talents.”

You return your gaze to him, but this time focus on his eyes, smiling when his own gaze meets yours. “I actually believe you. He helped pick out this romper for me.”

His eyes brows quirk upward. “Bucky did? Really?

“Uh, yeah, actually.” Did you say the wrong thing?

You almost grow worried when the silence between the two of you stretches for a moment longer until he smiles again, eyes softening. “I’m glad you’ve become Bucky’s friend.”

You’re not so sure you and Bucky ARE friends, especially not after he reiterated why you're both talking and helping eachother, but under Steve’s sincere gaze you can’t help the, “I’m glad too,” that slips from your lips. And you definitely don’t regret it when his smile widens.

“Ah, listen, I want to apologize about the other day,” he says, his cheeks red as he rubs the side of his neck and eyes drifting shyly off to the side. “I don’t usually open the door shirtless, but Bucky was hurrying me… and…”

Of course he was. God damn that Bucky! “No, no, it’s your home. You’re allowed to be comfortable. I’m sorry I was so awkward about it. I just--I have never seen that.” Steve’s eyes snap up in your direction and for a moment, you replay your words—have never seen that—what the hell is wrong with you? “I mean, I have. I definitely have seen a shirtless man before. Who hasn’t? I meant to say I have never seen you—you know what? I’m just going to shut up now.”

He blinks slowly and without warning he lets out a loud laugh that takes you off guard, but it fills your chest with warmth. You recognize this laugh; it’s his genuine laugh. The one that makes him throw his head back, hand clutching his chest, and laugh without any inhibitions. And you caused it. You.

You can’t help but chuckle along with him.

And when Steve finally calms down, he glances down at you with crescent eyes and a genuine smile. “You’re cute.”

Heat crawls to your neck and you can’t believe it’s possible to even get this hot and embarrassed. “Thank you?” you squeak.

This is good right? Steve across from you, drink in his hand and smiling down at you as if you’re the only people in the room. And you might as well be, because the music sounds so distant and Pietro’s laughter is muffled.

This is your chance.

This is where you put a hand on his shoulder; lean into his space a little and flash him your doe eyes that Bucky mentioned. This is it! This is where you hint at your feelings, this is—

“Steve!”

Damn it, Sam!

“Look who I found!”

The smile on his face drops and you can't help the way your body jerks when he mumbles the name, “Sharon,” so breathless.

You’re no longer the only two people in the room. The world spins and tilts, and it moves faster than you thought possible—all noise and music coming back to life and deafening you as Steve doesn’t spare you a glance to walk towards the beautiful blonde with kind brown eyes smiling at him.

You push through the crowd, needing to get away from whatever the fuck is going on inside. Steve barely even glanced at you after Sharon had appeared, which shouldn’t be surprising, really. His ex-girlfriend is beautiful and the two didn’t exactly break up on bad terms. They had decided that while she studied abroad at Cambridge for the year, it would be best for them to break up.

So really, you should’ve known that the moment she would showed up, you wouldn’t have a chance.

Not like you had a chance before. But you had hoped with all of your heart that maybe you could have a chance.

You were wrong. Bucky was wrong.

The fresh, cool air hits you as soon as you’re out on the front porch, and you release an exhale.

“Tough night, gorgeous?”

Your eyes snap to Tony, who sits on one of the porch chairs, legs kicked up on the small rounded table, and a cigarette in his hands. “You could say that.”

Tony puts out the cigarette by smashing the tip into the ashtray by his feet.

“Why aren’t you inside playing host?”

A smirk lifts his lips. “Taking a break. Hosting is a lot of work.”

You snort. “I’m sure.”

“Why aren’t you inside?” You shrug and watch as he stands up and moves to the chair over, pointedly looking at the now empty one as if inviting you to sit with him. You do. “Saw you getting chummy with Steve earlier. Didn’t know you had it in you, gorgeous. Bucky and Steve?”

You freeze, eyes widening as you sputter. “What? Bucky and I are just friends and Steve… Steve… is just a friend too.”

He chuckles. “So not gaga over Buckaroo, but definitely deep in the feels for golden boy. Got it.”

“That’s not what I said.”

“Sure it isn’t.” He grins, but there’s no malice in his teasing and for some strange reason, you don’t mind it.

The music is muffled, even with the loud volume it’s set on. But you can make out Ariana Grande’s voice as she sings thank u, next.

“So, were you rejected by golden boy? Is that why you’re out here?”

“Rejected would imply I had a chance.”

“Why wouldn’t you have a chance?” he asks, genuinely curious.

“Sharon.”

“Ah, the ex girlfriend.” He tilts his head back against the headrest. “Is she back? I heard she was back. But you know how rumors are.” Is he alluding to himself?

You watch him and he all does is lift his lips into a smirk that has you shaking your head. Best not to dwell on it. Turning away from him to pull out your phone, you notice you have messages from Bucky and Pietro, but you don’t read either of them, instead going into the Uber app to get a ride home. “Guess so.”

He leans closer to you, peeking at your screen for a second before pulling back. “Ordering yourself a ride?”

You nod, watching as the screen changes when you confirm the addresses and the arrival time and map show up. In a couple of mins you’ll be on your way home. Thank god. “Yeah. I’m just—I’m just really tired.”

“Mind if I come with you?” he jokes, lopsided grin in his face.

You put your phone away once your ride is confirmed and find him no longer staring at you, but instead watching the empty streets, the occasional night drifter passing by. “For someone who likes throwing parties, you don’t seem to like being in yours.”

He chuckles. “Would you believe me if I told you I get tired?”

“Why throw them?”

He shrugs, but doesn’t answer and again, you don’t push him to either. You barely know him, and you have a feeling he’s told you more than he’s told anyone else in one seating.

“Okay,” you murmur and his eyes flicker in your direction before nodding and returning his gaze to the streets.

The two of you remain that way until your uber comes to pick you up. He walks you to the car door and opens the door for you, wishing you a goodnight and waiting until you’re far enough to head back inside.

Tony is an enigma, isn’t he? Everyone thinks they have him figured out, but you’re not so sure Tony even knows who he is himself.

Does Bucky?

You’re about ready to drop dead on your feet as you push open the front door and flick on the light to your apartment, your phone in hand as you mindlessly reading Pietro’s “where’d you go?” text. Honestly, you have half a mind to drop yourself on the sofa instead of your bed, even if your bedroom is only a few steps away from the sofa.

Just as you’re about to close the door behind you and are about to click on your text message thread with Bucky, the creaking of wooden flooring meets your ears and your eyes whip up, finding an unfamiliar woman standing next to your dining table with a hesitant smile and wide, green eyes.

“Who the fuck are you?”

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The Violet Paladin (Keith x Reader) Ch. 16

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I couldn’t believe it, I didn’t know how to respond, he was kissing me. We pulled back I could feel how hot my face was. I looked away not knowing what to say.

“Sorry…” He mumbled, “... That was really stupid of me to do,” I was still trying to compose my thoughts does he like me too? “I just didn’t know what to say and you probably have a lot on your mind but I… honestly I don’t know what I was thinking. You probably hate me now.”

“I don’t hate you,” I quickly spoke up. I was still embarrassed I didn’t know how to respond to this at all.

“If I’m being completely honest, I’ve kind of liked you for a while, but I never got to talk to you until all this,” He explained rubbing his neck also trying to avoid eye contact.

“Wait, are you serious?” My eyes widened. This was all a dream come true, yet came at the worst possible time, or maybe the best? I don’t know anymore.

“Yeah, I used to watch you. Not in a creepy way! Or anything like that, just when you were drawing. It was almost like you’d lose yourself in your drawings,``he murmured. He’d watch me? It made me wonder if he’d ever caught me staring at him.

I curled myself into a little ball, I honestly wanted to disappear this was all too much, “I used to draw you…” I uttered into my folded arms, refusing to look at him.

“... Look I know we’re here to save the universe… Maybe we… I guess what I want to say is will you go out with me?”

“Yes,” I responded almost immediately, I never thought something like this would ever happen. This time he seemed to be the one in complete shock. I smiled a bit. After everything else in the last two days this was the best thing. We talked for a few more minutes after this until we both decided it was best to go to bed. I quickly pecked his cheek before going to my room. As soon as the door closed and locked I grabbed my pillow and screamed into it happily.

Before landing on my bed. I quickly changed before getting into bed.

I opened my eyes and looked around I was back at my house in the living room I was on the couch… What was going on? I was so confused, was this a dream or was it everything else. I looked in front of me there was a letter with my name on it, the quick glance I got of it, it was my acceptance letter from the garrison “Mom?” I heard my voice question I turned and saw my younger self.

“Why?” I felt my body moving like the other times was this my moms memory? What was going on?

“What?” I was so confused.

“Why did you join the garrison behind my back!” She shouted. We went back and forth of yelling about why I wanted to join, and how she was saying it was too dangerous, I didn’t know why she had said that until now. It was almost like I could feel my mom’s emotions though she was scared, and angry.

I woke up really early, this was just getting weird, I saw a memory through my moms eyes and feeling her emotions, what is with these dreams, I sighed. I stared up at the ceiling above my bed. I lay like that for a few hours before I had to get up and had to get dressed in my paladin gear. Allura asked us to fix something on the outside the castle.

I was with everyone as Allura and Coran tried to explain what to do. Lance being the ‘genius’ that he is made it turn red and start blaring at us. Only for Pidge to fix it. I will never get over this machinery and tech and I need to start learning about it if we’re going to be stuck here a while.

I glanced over at Keith who was next to Shiro I smiled at him, we had decided that it’d probably be best not to tell the others just yet after everything else that happened.

We came into a weird spore field, Shiro activated his shield and told us to remember our training I saw two fly by and turn to see Lance throw another one and hit Shiro, I had to bite my tongue because it was pretty funny.

“Sorry Shiro I was trying to hit Keith,” Lance said I grabbed one they were pretty squishy. Lance got hit in the face.

“Heh, like that?” Keith asked I bit the inside of my check before throwing one at Keith myself.

“No I think he meant like that.” I smirked.

“YES! Squishy asteroid fight!” Hunk shouted before throwing several, we all were throwing them except Pidge. We had even gotten Shiro to throw a few. “I don’t think this are asteroids,” Pidge said “This bioluminescent pulsing doesn’t seem natural, it's almost like a code,” She explained.

“But that theoretically impossible, you can't program a spore,” I said before someone nailed the back of my helmet.

“Well before you figure it out everyone needs to come in for decontamination,” Allura told us. After we were all back in our rooms. I was grabbing my sketchbook, and maybe going to ask Keith if he wanted to hang out. I walked out to see Coran, Keith, and Lance. Lance had on a face mask and robe and was saying something about him and the blue lion being very happy together. “Guys, check this out!” Pidge called out over the intercom. I quickly put my sketchbook back before joining the others in the green lion hanger.

“Oh, I’ve seen this experiment before! But wait why do we need electricity from a potato?” Hunk questioned.

“No, I was able to crack the sporse code… Heh sporse code,” She chuckled, “I ran the bioluminescent pattern through a variety of code-breaking…” As interesting as I found all this stuff I really wanted her to get to the point.

“What does it say?” Keith asked.

“Oh, right! ‘Under attack. Galra. Help’ followed by coordinates.”

“It’s a distress signal good work, now let’s get those coordinates into the castle-ship’s navigation system.” Shiro said.

“The signal came from Olkarion, home to the Olkari a proud class of engineers.” When Coran pulled up an image of the city I could see the stars in Pidge’s eyes. “An Olkari once gave me this!” Coran help up a floating cube.

“What is it?”

“Uh, hello? A floating cube!” Coran stated the obvious “And watch!” He smirked, “My name is Coran and I’m a gorgeous man.” He said and the cube repeated him. Pidge was amazed by it. However I started to wonder why they used spores as a distress signal, when Keith voiced my exact complaint.

“Actually the signal was coming from the forest not the city Pidge.” Allura explain, as all the joy drained from her eyes. I patted her shoulder.

“We could probably see the city after we defeat the Galra.” I told her.

We were flying our lions before all of them got shot by arrows. “Hey Violet isn’t working,” I said.

“Neither is Red.”

“Seems like we’re being dragged down.” Shiro said. This just didn’t seem like a Galra attack. We landed in front of these people… and wooden mech suits?

Eventually we all got out of our lions where a lady named Ryner explained to us that a small group were able to escape when the Galra attacked and that they’d evolved to use the trees to make weapons and homes. This was honestly amazing to see everything.

Ryner brought down one of the wooden mechs we were amazed and kind of wanted one. Ryner showed us these crown things and explained that we needed to send binary code. I put it on and walked to one of the trees. I placed my hand on it I cleared my head as much as I could before closing my eyes and sending code. I felt a slight heat radiate from my back and hand before I could open my eyes one of them plopped down behind me.

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"Hey giiiirl," Lexi said when Angel answered the Facetime call. "It's been foreverrrr, how are you?"

Lexi Christo was a micro-influencer from Richmond, Virginia. She was tan, blonde, and had the whitest teeth Angel had ever seen on a person. He'd become influencer buddies with her during a pole dancing expo he'd traveled to a year ago. She wasn't a dancer herself, but had been there to support another micro-influencer who danced as a hobby. Angel had met her in the hotel bar as she went around taking selfies with as many guys as she could, and they struck up a conversation, working out a deal to both post the selfie to their Instagram accounts and tag each other.

She was alright, as far as he was concerned. She had two cute pomeranians and hustled fitness shakes in what he could only assume was a pyramid scheme. She was image obsessed, but who on Instagram wasn't? The only problem he had with her was that she came off as a super Jesus-freak online, but in person she was one of the hardest partiers he'd ever met.

A call from her generally meant she was planning something big and fun and wanted as many influencers to show up as she could get.

"Oh, y'know, wasting all of my talent on podunk Charleston, the usual," he replied.

"Are you laying in bed? I'm not interrupting a dick appointment, am I?"

"God, I wish I was getting dick right now. No, I'm just resting my leg, I pulled it funny on the pole last night."

"Oh, bummer. Is it serious?"

"No, it happens sometimes. Just need to ice it and stay off of it for a day."

"That's good… speaking of dancing, I've got a proposition for you."

"Oh no, what are you planning?"

"So my sister is getting married in a few months, and I'm putting together a bachelorette party for her. It's gonna be so lit, I've got so many local influencers coming. We're gonna stream it on Instagram Live and everything. And I want you to be our stripper."

"Lexi, you know I'm gay, right? I don't do hen shows."

"No no no, that's why you'd be perfect! That way none of the guests will end up trying to fuck you."

"Well, jeez, take all the fun out of working…" Angel joked. He'd never fucked someone from a club. He'd thought about it sometimes - the money would be nice, of course - but it always came back to his online reputation. Had to keep it clean to attract those brand deals.

"C'mon, pleeeeaaaase! I'll pay you and everything."

"Bitch, you'd better pay your dancers!"

"Of course I would! But you'll get paid plus you'll get exposure from a ton of influencers. C'mon, it'll be so much fun."

"For you. I'll be working."

"Work can be fun. C'mon, pleeeeeaaaase!"

"Okay, okay! I'll do it, jeez. Stop grovelling."

"Omigod, thank you!"

"Yeah, yeah, don't mention it."

"Excellent. I'm so excited. So anyways, what's happening with you?"

"Oh, not much. Just thinking about boys, y'know how it is."

"Speaking of boys, you should totally DM Clayton Howard. He's actually out in West Virginia right now."

"Whaaat? What's he doing out of L.A.?"

"He's doing some sort of cryptid hunting show with his crew. They were hunting Mothman, and then something called Flatland, or something like that? They almost got shot by hillbillies in the episode that went up today."

"No way. How did that even happen?"

"They were in the woods looking for the Goatman and I guess they got too close to some hillbilly shack or something because someone fired a shotgun at them."

"Wait, what's the Goatman?"

"You know, from the creepypasta?"

"Girl, you know I hate horror."

"Well, there's this story about a Goatman who lives in the woods and smells like blood and it can shapeshift or whatever and sneaks into groups of teenagers."

"Ugh, creepy."

"I know! But anyways, Clayton's in your state, you should totally DM him and try to hook up. Or at least shoot a collab."

"I dunno, Clayton's got like 100k followers, I doubt he'd talk to someone with less than 10k…"

Angel didn't get to finish that thought when his phone started to buzz. The notification that popped up at the top of the screen showed an incoming call - not Facetime, just a regular phone call. And the caller ID was someone from his contacts: Demie.

He sat up, suddenly flooded with energy. It had been two whole days since Demie had called him, and he'd figured that Demie just didn't want anything to do with him anymore.

"Lexi, I gotta go, I'm getting a really important call," he said, words tumbling rapidly out of his mouth.

"Ooooh, is it for a dick appointment?"

"If I play my cards right, it is," he said with a grin. "Talk to you later, byeeeee!"

He hung up the Facetime call before she could reply, smashing the answer button on the incoming call.

"Hello?" He said. He instantly cringed. That 'hello' had sounded too excited. He was afraid of coming off too strong and scaring Demie away.

"Uh… Angel?" Demie asked.

"Yeah, yeah, this is Angel. What's up, man?"

"Hey, uh, so Elaine said you called. Sorry I didn't call back, I was dealing with some shit."

"Hey man, that's fine. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, there were just these punkass kids trespassing on my property and scaring my goats so I was putting up signs all day--"

"Wait, you have goats?" Angel interrupted.

"Uh… yeah?"

"What, do you live on a farm or something?"

"Huh? No. I grew up on a farm, but I moved away and shit. I just have some goats."

"You really like goats, huh? I mean, you dress up like a goat, you have goats…"

"Uh… I guess."

"Have you ever heard of the Goatman?"

There was some silence on the other end of the line. Angel was afraid the connection had dropped, so he asked: "Demie? You there?"

"Yeah, I'm here. What about the Goatman?"

"Oh, apparently there's this Youtuber who's in town and is doing a show about cryptids. I dunno, I thought that since you like goats, maybe you knew about the Goatman and had checked it out--"

"Cryptids are fucking bullshit, you know that, right?" Demie said. His typically monotone voice had just an edge of anger to it.

"Oh, yeah, I know--"

"Like they're just stupid stories made up by drunk rednecks who don't know what a fucking owl looks like, and all the people who go hunting them are just running around trespassing on private property."

There was silence for a little while.

"Hey," Angel said gently, "are we cool? Did I say something wrong?"

He could hear Demie take a deep breath, and then let it out. "Yeah, no, it's fine."

"'Cause I didn't mean to upset you. You know that, right?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Was that all you wanted to talk about or did you call about something else?"

"Oh, no, I didn't actually call about that, I was just talking to someone about it. I was calling to check in, y'know? Wondering how the song writing was going and all that."

"Um, it's going fine, I guess."

"I was reading the Wiki page for Orpheus, it said that he had the power to, like, make anything that heard his music do whatever he wanted. I can see why you'd like him as a musician, I bet that would be a cool superpower to have."

"Um, yeah, look, about that--"

Angel's phone vibrated with a notification for a text. He pulled the phone away from his ear to look at it. It was a text from Lexi, stating: 'I DMed Clayton ur number. Ur welcome. 🍆💦'

A second later, a number he didn't recognize with a California area code lit up his phone with an incoming call.

"Oh, shit," he mumbled. He wanted to keep talking to Demie, especially since he could tell he'd offended him somehow and wanted to clear the air. But at the same time, Clayton Howard had been his internet mancrush for ages.

"Hey, Demie, sorry, I'm gonna have to go, I have to take this call. Can I call you back later?"

"Um, yeah, I guess--"

"Okay, byeeee!"

He fumbled with the phone, ending the call with Demie and hitting the answer button for the unknown number.

"Hello?" He asked.

"Hey, is this Angel?"

"Yeah?"

"Hey dude, this is Clayton Howard…"

#writing #writers on tumblr #original fiction #gay fiction #lgbt fiction #wright's writing #w:demie and angel

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edyacouky · 4 years

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Stressful week (3/?)

Hi, the tags change with his chapter because of smut (sort of? First time I write some I hope you will like it) between Jason and Roy ;)

Hope you will like it.

Have a nice day !

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~*~

Jason is fourteen years old again. He lays down on his bed, hidden by his sheet with his head underneath his pillow. He remembers clearly this day.

He was in rut at his school. Despite not having friend there, he was happy to be there. He was exchanging his history books for his math’s, when suddenly white powder explode on his face.

“Hey Toad! Matthew, an alpha jock older than Jason that hate him since he refuses doing his homework. Always knew you were a junkie like your slutty mom.”

He laughs at his stupid joke supporting by his stupid friends.

It wasn’t the first time they make joke about Jason or his mother, it wouldn’t be the last time.

Every time Jason keep his mouth shut up. He said nothing when they burst the tires of his bike, when they stole his clothes after PE, when they push him or insult him. He always stay calm because he didn’t want give to Bruce any reason to regret bring him to his life.

But this day, he give in. He looks daggers at Matthew.

“What? Matthew exclaims underestimated him because of Jason’s height. Are you going to cry?”

He pushes Jason against a wall and Jason snap.

He still didn’t remember much after that.

That’s Bruce who tell him once Jason was lucid and calm enough to listen to him.

Using what he learned as Robin and in the street, to massacre Matthew and his littles friends. Of course the principal called Bruce, he wanted to expel definitively Jason. He never appreciate Bruce’s habit to force his school to accept people from low birth. Fortunately, one of teachers of Jason proved that Jason was stretched for years now by Matthew.

Bruce menace to take away all his donation if nothing was done against Jason’s bullies. Finally, Jason wasn’t even expel for a week despite Matthew’s parents reclamations.

But Jason was feeling miserable neither less.

When they were come back home, he went hide in his bed without even thinking. It was nice when Bruce authorized him eat in bed in front of a movie after they had a very long conversation.

Jason had promised to himself not again.

But here he is again at nineteen, hiding in his bed. That’s pathetic.

“Jaylad, can you give me back the key?” Bruce asks gently

Jason groans and refuses to move.

“If I found them, will you challenge me?”

What an awful though! Jason immediately lay on his back even if he stay underneath the sheet.

“Ok. I pick them up then we will talk, ok?”

After hearing Jason’s pitiful moan, Bruce open one drawer of the desk and put his arms beyond it to catch a little box Jason used to hide here.

Something never changes.

Once he checks that the keys are inside, he gives it to Dick that waiting outside the room.

“Should I stay? He asks when he hears Jason’s cries

-No. It would be alright and you have to leave.”

Dick bites his lips unsure now that he have to, despite all the obligation he has.

“I love you Littlewing, see you soon.” He finally says knowing that Jason will have all help he needs

Bruce comes sit down next to Jason, putting gently away the sheet.

“I … I’m sorry …

-We understand, Jay. That’s ok.

-Why?

-The drug will have less effect with the days …”

Jason shakes his head.

“Why are you nice?”

Bruce wants to be upset but the batarang’s scar that he left on Jason’s neck, shut him up. Gently he caresses it with bile on his throat.

Knowing that Universe gifted Bruce by giving his son back and what he did to this gift …

“Because you’re my son. Even when I didn’t deserve it, you’re my son and I love you so much.

-I always love you. I lied when I said I hated you. Jason confess between his sobs

-You shouldn’t. Bruce murmurs because he knows that he didn’t want to Jason when he came back

-What?

-Roy should arrives today. Bruce says changing the subject. You can’t leave the Manor as long as the drug is in your blood. But he asks for my permission to stay here.

-He’s in heat. Jason admits blushing furiously

-Yeah, he tell me. It wouldn’t be a problem.”

After a long silence where Jason calm down a little, Bruce says:

“Roy seems care about you a lot. I’m glad you have him as a friend.”

Jason looks at Bruce unsure. Is that possible that Bruce really don’t know about Roy and Jason’s relationship or does he refuses to say anything about it until Jason does?

“Me too.

-I’m letting you rest. You need it.”

Even if Jason doesn’t want to sleep, too afraid of what could happen, he is too tired to fight it longer.

~*~

Hours later, Jason is wake up by someone entering in his room. Jumping out of his bed, he forgets for a moment where he is and he panics to have none of his weapon near him.

“Sorry Jaybird, didn’t mean to frighten you.

-Roy? He asks like he doesn’t believe his eyes

-I even bring food. Roy says showing the lunch tray. Alfred cooks so you risk nothing.”

His relief seeing Roy safe and sound express with an almost hysterical laugh. He jumps on Roy’s arms so suddenly that he barely hasn’t time to put down the lunch tray.

“I’m glad to see you too.”

They inhale each other scent deeply. Jason still stink despite the relief of being with his mate. Roy plans to propose him to eat then to shower when a deep purring stop him.

“You smell so good, Roy.”

Damn! Roy’s blood starts abandon his brain. He have to calm down now and not like a “stupid bitch in heat” like a bad porno. He is better than that. He comes here not to take Jason’s knot but to take care of him.

Without know the conflict inside Roy’s mind, Jason begins to suck Roy’s scent gland, groping his butt and making him go sit on the desk.

Roy is so wet with so little, he have to stop that now before he doesn’t want to.

“I heard you said that you were thinking of me. What were you thinking?”

Ok that’s it. End of the game.

Just thinking of what he did this morning make him hard.

He pushes a little Jason so his scent doesn’t confuse him as much, but when he sees Jason’s expression he can’t stop them.

Yes, Jason is pretty horny right now, but there is insecurity too. Like he could be possible that Roy doesn’t think of Jason in good term.

He lost the battle.

“I was thinking of you. Roy finally said. There was some Jane Austen adaptation on TV and it made me think of you. I imagine you next to me on the couch.”

While Jason untie Roy’s belt, the redhead completely forget where he is and why. Roy can just help him lower his pant and boxer and keep talking.

“At first, I …Ah …”

How Roy survive without Jason’s smart fingers? He doesn’t know.

“I just … Fuck … imagine what you could say about … about the adaptation … Fuck! Slow down … just a little … Just …. Fuck … But then I started to … started to …

-Started to what?”

Roy almost insult Jason for not putting his damn finger inside him already. He takes a deep breathe, that make him remember that Jason is still on the edge, then answer:

“I started to languish of you.”

Roy can’t keep his moan down when Jason penetrates him with his finger. Regardless of what Roy may think, Jason doesn’t teasing him. He’s really anxious that Roy could say to stop at any moment and orders him to back off.

He was sure that Roy was started to realize he was better without Jason.

“I started to touch myself. You have no idea how much I wanted to call you, heard your voice but … Fuck! One more, please! But I … knew that you were with your pack and … that would have be awkward.

-I’m sorry I wasn’t with you.

-Don’t be I found a good alternative.”

Like he’s under a cold shower, Jason is calm down immediately and take a step away from Roy who yelps to the sudden loss of touch.

“What?

-What?

-With who?”

They hadn’t anymore an open relationship. How could Roy think it would be ok to sleep with anyone else and tell him like that?

Roy’s face turn white by Jason’s distress before turning red when he understand what’s going on.

“No one. I swear Jaybird. I didn’t mean that like that.

-What’s it then the alternative?

-Oh please, don’t make me tell you. Roy begs embarrassed

-Who it was?

-No one. It was … Fuck! Do … Do you remember that dare with Kory?

-Which one? Jason asks trying to remember all the dares they did involving other people

-The dildo one, Jay.” Roy answers a little exasperated

Jason frown then he opens his eyes wide.

One time, before Roy and Jason were lover, Kory, who must have known before them their feeling, dared a little too drunk Jason to gift Roy with a dildo shaped like his dick. And he did.

“I lie when I say that I never used it, ok? Roy admits his cheeks as red as his hairs. I used it a lot since you gave it to me. I used it yesterday because … Because I needed you, your cock, your fucking knot. Fuck I need it now.”

Jason doesn’t need much more to drop down his pant and penetrate Roy.

“I’m sorry I believed … Jason start to say

-Keep fucking me and we’re good.”

And Jason does just that like it may decide of the future of their relationship. Roy forgets everything that isn’t the two of them. They don’t even realize how loud is the sound of the desk beating the wall as the same rhythm as Jason’s thrust.

Would Jason aged of fifteen be proud to discover that one day he will bring the most gorgeous omega he met in his room or would he be outraged seeing his books and pencil fall loudly on the ground?

Who knows?

Only when Jason’s knot finally calm down, that Roy remembers why he was in Jason’s room.

“Fuck, I was supposed make you eat and take a shower. Roy groans

-Well, I won’t say no to neither of that, so mission successful.

-Yeah, my plans are always perfect.” Roy jokes before they kiss

If Roy succeed make Jason eat and take showers, on the other hand, they don’t leave the room all the evening. Fortunately, all the kids are at school, and Bruce leave for Wayne Enterprise soon after Roy’s arrive. Alfred is smart enough to avoid this part of the Manor.

~*~

“Damian could you please tell Jason and Roy that’s dinner is ready, please. Bruce asks when he realizes their absence

-Out of question. It reek sex twenty foot around his room. Damian refuses disgusted

-What do you mean?” Bruce demands perplexed

All his children and Alfred look at him with wide eyes unable to believe Bruce.

“Wait you mean you don’t know?

-I don’t know what?

-Roy and Jason are a couple. I thought everyone knew.

-I thought they are just friend.

-Well is it not like an omega and an alpha can be only friend. Tim says amused by the fact Bruce didn’t know about Roy and Jason’s relationship

-What you said it so absurd I don’t know where to start.” Duke says

Tim tries to defend himself, to qualify his words, but Bruce interrupts him with a hiding smile:

“Does that mean Clark and I should make sure Conner and you have always a chaperone?

-It’s not the same. The younger alpha furiously blushes

-How so?

-Well, Conner is half krypton so he is not really an omega.

-Don’t think everyone will agree with you.”

True is Lex Luthor wouldn’t be. After all, he didn’t make sure that Conner will be an omega so the next Super would be easier to make, only to have his kind of son being treat like he is not a perfect omega.

“Sorry. We’re here.” Jason says entering in the dining room without stop blushing Roy just behind him

If Bruce doesn’t know before, now he is sure about what kind of relation Jason and Roy have. Even with their best effort, they didn’t success hide their bite marks.

Jason is uncomfortable when Bruce keeps looking at him. He knew that he should have prepare the lunch and the diner and serve his pack.

“Relax, Duke says, Bruce didn’t know that Roy is your mate that all.”

A cocky smile appears on Jason’s face even if he is anxious about what Bruce will say about it.

“You really didn’t know?

-Does that mean I have to leave?

-Not at all. Bruce reassures them. Obviously, you keep Jason calming in a way we can’t.

-Oh my … Please tell me you didn’t that like that.”

Bruce ignore the blushing and outraged children during all the diner. If they could make fun of him, he can make fun of them. That’s the law.

~*~

This night too, Jason insist for everyone to sleep on the living room again.

Damian installs himself when Jason takes him in his arms to smell him.

“Unhand me right now, Todd! Jeez, I prefer when I was an only child.” Damian groans

After another breath, Jason let him go to say:

“You will present soon. Tomorrow you stay here.”

#dc comics #aboverse #alpha!jason #omega!roy #jayroy

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writeforyoon · 4 years

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through the mirror | part two

Title: Through the Mirror

Part: 01 | 02

Genre: Romance, Fantasy, Slightly Sci-fi-ish

Pairing: Yoongi & Freya (Original Character)

Tags: Fluff, Slightly Angst, Magical

Summary: A young woman in her early 20’s rents out an old apartment unit left by an old woman who passed away a year ago. She finds a strange mirror plastered on the wall that brings something out of the ordinary.

PART II | the ghost from the mirror

It has been two days. The storm had already passed and the sun is already visiting the once bedroom of Freya, making the room glow in golden. Her job does not start until next week so she took all the time to herself to fix her unit, put things in order, and made some time to pay the owner a visit to ask about the previous tenant— whom she grew so curious about since the unordinary encounter with the ghost from the mirror. Freya etched it in her brain that what happened that Thursday morning was not a dream. It really happened and she most definitely arrived to a conclusion that her unit is actually haunted with the ghost from the mirror. Ever since then, she had transferred her bedroom to the other room near the kitchen. The room has been turned into her office. To avoid seeing the ghost again, she, too, has covered the mirror with a cloth. It makes her feel safe when she comes in to look into some of her papers.

Of course, Freya had tried a couple of times ringing her friends, asking for help in finding her another apartment that’s just minutes away from her workplace— but to no avail, all the apartments in the city is cramped up and full. She has no choice but to stay.

“It creeps me out to be honest.” Freya is following the owner around as he waters his various plants in his garden on the rooftop of the building. “I mean, why haven’t you even told me that the previous owner died? That’s false advertising, you know.”

“How am I suppose to sell my units if that’s the first thing I put on an online post?” The owner, Mr. Jeon, stops what he’s doing to face the adamant Freya.

“Unit available! But hold on, the previous tenant died! 50% discount due to this on your first three months! What are you waiting for?” Mr. Jeon throws his hands up and mocks the poor girl. It leaves a grumpy Freya, staring at him, displeased.

Mr. Jeon erupts in fits of laughter, making fun of Freya, his tenant. Should he really be laughing right now? Freya couldn’t help but question Mr. Jeon’s understanding of the matter. She angrily sips into her coffee, ignoring the forty year old man’s laugh dying down.

“You shouldn’t really be scared, Freya.” The man is now back, stable, but still a goofy smile is written on his lips. He continues hosing the plants with water. Freya observed how the landlord loves his plants so much. It’s the first thing he does in the morning, he goes upstairs at around 7 o’clock to check on his plants. He was so worried the past couple of days. He couldn’t sleep thinking about the storm and how it might have destroyed his poor plants. Freya helped him yesterday to clean up the mess. Some roots were yanked out of their pots, leaving Mr. Jeon swearing towards the passing storm.

“Miss Tammy was sent to a residence for the aged and expired there.” He pauses and looks at Freya, seeing that she’s quiet and intent in listening, he continued. “She left this place six months before she died so the unit is unoccupied for about a year and a half.”

“No one wanted the unit for that time being. As if the unit itself is driving the people away. They couldn’t last a minute inside and just run out of the door, leaving me baffled. But nothing is wrong. I go inside and it’s just fine. I believed it’s the mirror. It has a dark aura in it. I tried many times to remove it myself despite my promise towards Miss Tammy. I needed more money to support my son in looking for a job at an airline. It’s antique and I was desperate. But it just wouldn’t budge.” Mr. Jeon reaches for the faucet nearby and turns it to stop the water from coming out of the hose. He places it on top of the railing and pushes his right sleeve to reveal a long, deep scar.

Freya gasped. “It’s what the mirror did to me when I tried to remove it.”

“It’s cursed, isn’t it?”

“Many times when I roam around at night to check for stray animals, I could hear Miss Tammy talk. It’s like she’s having a conversation inside— she even laughs— which she rarely do. Miss Tammy wasn’t really bright as a person. She was often serious and misunderstood. But I heard her having gossips with another person inside that unit, and it creeps me out sometimes because I know she’s alone. Nobody visits the old woman.” The man pushes the sleeves back down and brush his hand over his arm twice. “My hairs are standing.” He grins. It makes the hairs on the nape of Freya’s neck stand too.

“I’m not supposed to tell you this, because I might drive you away but you seemed the kind of person who won’t believe what I’m saying.” For a second, Freya found Mr. Jeon as insensitive and a fool. She is scared. She does believe and she is really terrified.

After that, Mr. Jeon didn’t want to talk further about it. He said he’ll continue for another time. He didn’t want to creep Freya out but he couldn’t help his mouth from running. It’s a mistake that he did because as soon as she got back to her unit, Freya started to pack her things.

“Fuck it, I wouldn’t risk another night here.” She whispers to herself as she enters the room with the mirror. Though there is clearly a cloth hanging over the mirror, she doesn’t glance at it, not even once. She straight away goes to the mini bookshelf and start stacking up her books.

“I don’t know where I’m going but it’s better than staying here. This place is a freakshow,” she continues talking to herself as she transfer to her desk, collecting the papers into her arms. “Mr. Jeon would understand.”

“Understand what?”

“He’ll understand that this unit is no longer habitabl—“ her words fade out into distance after it hit her. Someone talked back to her and it’s definitely not the voice in her head.

Three knocks follow. She falls silent. Standing, frozen, with papers gripped close to her chest. Her muscles tenses.

“Did you put something over the mirror too?” It’s the same guy from the mirror. He’s back. After two days, he’s back to haunt Freya out of the unit.

“I’m leaving!” She whimpers. Her hands scurry away, gathering all the things she can carry in her small hands and arms. It makes her heart beat faster, every second of it, and now beads of sweat are forming on her forehead.

“Why do you sound so scared?” The voice scoffs. “Do you think I’m some kind of a ghost?”

“If you’re not one, then what are you?”

“Has it ever cross your mind that I’m just like you?”

“L-like me?”

“A functional, living, breathing human? I also have a job you know.”

Freya whips her head towards the mirror. A couple of things from her hands drops. “What?” She snaps.

“Would you please remove this?” He knocks twice against the mirror. Freya who is now burning with questions drops the things altogether and approached the mirror with heavy, angry steps. She yanks the cloth away and ends up face to face with the guy with cold, hooded eyes.

Her face reddens from the closeness of their faces. She takes a couple of steps away from the mirror while the guy just leans back, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

“What did you mean?” Freya asks.

The guy does not answer, instead, he falls silent, observing the room where Freya is standing. He notices it. The changes in the room. For a second, his eyebrows furrow, as if he’s offended by it. Instinctively, Freya moves to cover the part where his eyes are boring.

Unlike Freya’s, the guy’s room is just as the same. Dark curtains coupled with the dark sheets covering his bed. It appears that every color Freya likes, he despises. He has everything of the darker shades of every color. Not one thing resembling the bright palettes the inside of Freya’s closet.

“Hey.” He blinks twice, her voice drags him away from his deep train of thoughts.

“Huh?” Freya just realized he spaced out. She then, ignoring that fact, crosses her arms over her chest.

“You said you’re just like me.”

“I am.”

The woman scowls, unsatisfied with the one word, one sentence reply of the guy. “Couldn’t you be more responsive? You know? Be more sensitive towards me?” Her hands flies up in frustration.

“Why?”

This one word reply brings both her hands against her face, as she screams into it. “I hate this!” Freya storms towards the cloth and picks it up. It’s like that one word was enough to push her to her final decision. Leave the mirror, leave this unit. Get over all this bullshit.

“W-w-wait!” He stutters over a word. His hands are stretched and out, attempting to stop Freya from covering the mirror again. This doesn’t faze Freya. She’s determined and very done. None of this would rattle her anymore, except for the very two words that comes out of his mouth.

“I’m sorry!” Forced but begging, enough for Freya to stop bolting towards the mirror.

“I know you’re way over your head right now.” He runs his hand over his hair, untangling some strands as he does. “But before anything else, I’m Yoongi.” He stretches his hand out in an offer of a stupid, invisible handshake.

Freya’s eyebrows are knitted together. Confused, disturbed, and full of questions, still, she reaches her hand out as well. “I’m Freya.”

Then they seal the loose understanding with an invisible handshake. It’s where it starts. The blossoming of a friendship— or maybe something more—through the mirror.

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binniewon · 4 years

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In Their Eyes 7

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Pairing: Hybrid!BTS/ Female!Human Reader

Warning: Mild cursing

A/N: YAY loves chapter 7 please enjoy most just Hobi but he is really important to the story- anyways I probably won’t update this in a while I am super busy but I love you!! Also if you want to be on the taglist please let me know!

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Recently you had been thinking about the task that the scientist asked you to do and honestly you were ready to get out of the place, but it seemed like every time that you would want to get the damn thing over with so that you could leave Hobi’s beautiful smile and cute ears would pop into you head add that to Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook and you would chicken out every time. You don’t know why they have started to mean so much to you in this short amount of time but you knew that you needed to stop thinking about them and just do it the scientist were starting to become inpatient.

You figured that you would need to distance yourself from them if you every wanted to leave this place, but did you?

“Hey Y/N wake up” You recognized that voice anywhere and by the way that the sun hadn’t start to peek through your make shift blinds you knew that it was Hobi, every morning you guys went out to the lake and watched the sunrise but today would be the day that you started to distance yourself the more that you were detached the better.

“Hobi not today okay” you could all but hear his whine as the words left your mouth and you could feel your heart breaking.

“D-did I do something wrong” you regretted looking at him because the face that he was giving you almost had you caving in, almost.

“No Hobi I j-just don’t feel good” his ear perked up in alarm at your confession and he was immediately by your side.

“Do you need to go see Jinyoung he probably isn’t awake but I’m sure he would be more than happy to check you out and make sure everything is fine” how could you do this to them Yoongi and Namjoon were another story but the others had been so nice to you especially Hobi so how could you just betray them like this, you mother didn’t raise you to be like this but she wasn’t here anymore-

“I’m fine Hoseok I just need some space” you said upset, at yourself, but you took it out on him you quickly turned away from him but it wasn’t fast enough because you saw the hurt flash in his eyes and his ears flatten against his head, you had hurt the only person who without a doubt trusted you from the beginning and it was all because you were selfish.

You stayed in your bed all day long you knew that if you came across Hobi you would march over to the scientist and tell him to leave the hybrids and you alone but you couldn’t do that because you needed to get home.

A rapid knock on your door had you sitting up as you waited for the hybrid on the other side to make themselves known and by known you mean to make sure it wasn’t Yoongi or Namjoon you didn’t want to have to confront them until it was time and you were dreading it.

“Y/N open the fucking door” that was Yoongi, you quickly looked around for some way to escape Yoongi was really possessive when it came to his mates but he was even more possessive with Hobi and if Hobi told him how you treated him and what you said you were a dead man walking.

“Fine I will just break it down” this was your only form of privacy in the hellhole and you didn’t want that taken away from you so you jumped up and quickly unlocked it. As soon as the door was open Yoongi pushed you backwards you didn’t have a chance to regain you balance so you fell backwards and hit your head which didn’t feel too great.

“What the fuck is wrong with you huh Hoseok came to me crying because you hurt his feelings, I understand that you don’t “feel good” but that doesn’t mean that you have to yell at Hoseok he doesn’t deserve it so you will go fucking apologize to him now!” once he stopped his rant you snapped out of whatever trance you were in and quickly felt at the back of your head and when you did you felt something hot and wet, it didn’t take a genius to know what it was but you still brought your fingers to the front of your face to examine if you were in fact bleeding and to no one’s surprise you were.

It seemed like Yoongi snapped out of whatever trance he was in also when he saw your bloody fingers “Fuck Y/N I-i- NAMJOON” you didn’t want to start freaking out but it was kind of hard when your head was bleeding and two people who absolutely hated you were standing over you trying to figure out what they should do.

“Let’s just take her to Jinyoung” Namjoon said which Yoongi quickly dismissed “He would kill us” Namjoon nodded his head in agreement “If the others find out they might kill us also” again Yoongi shook his head “Not if they have already found out what she did to Hoseok” you figured Namjoon already knew as his face quickly morphed to one of hatred “Your right”.

You started to become light head so you laid down just in case you passed out you could still hear them talking but you chose to block them out they were just making you feel worse.

It wasn’t until you heard hushed whispers that you chose to lift your throbbing head to see what was going on, you watched as the other five boys walked in “Hey we smelled blood and- oh my god Y/N” Hobi was quickly at your side with his hand under your head trying to stop the bleeding.

“What the fuck did you do Yoongi” Hobi asked his mate pissed off when Yoongi said he was going to come talk to you he convinced Hobi that he wouldn’t hurt you and Hobi believed him.

“I didn’t do anything” at his reply Hoseok growled at him “So she magical ended up on the ground with her head bleeding?” Yoongi huffed at Hoseok’s question “I-I accidently pushed her too hard I swear it was an accident” Hobi snickered at his lover “Bullshit Yoongi”

You were getting tired of the fighting so you tried to defuse the situation but found it quit hard as the room started to spin and you felt yourself start to become lightheaded.

“H-he i-isn’t l-l” was the last thing you said before you blacked out.

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butindeed · 6 years

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The break point (Riley x Drake) ANGST

Hi guys! Just in case you didn’t know, this is part of a nameless Riley x Drake series. You can read the previous parts HERE.

Summary: After his chat with Liam Drake decides to break things up with Riley. Strong language.

This would happen right after Not the only one/Facetime frienship

Tags: @decisso @lazychic28 @drakelover78

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Room for 2 - Dua Lipa

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Drake wasn’t used to feeling this nervous, let alone for a woman.

-I’m doing the right thing -he muttered to his reflexion in the mirror, that looked back at his with veiled eyes - I’m doing the right thing.

He stepped out of his room and headed towards Riley’s, with every step he took, the weight on his stomach felt heavier. How could something that was supposed to be good for them feel so wrong?

Before he’d notice he was outside her door, he inhaled deeply, plucking the courage for what needed to be done. Slowly he raised his hand and knocked the door.

When Riley opened the door, her face lit up and she beamed at him.

-Hey you!

-Hi Hopkins, look...

We need to talk - they said at the same time, and a half smile was drawn on his face.

-You first - Riley stated invinting him to her room.

-Okay, look, I’ve been thinking about... well... and I think... you know... - she was looking at him with loving eyes, expecting him to say things he would never say, because she belonged to Liam; so he turned around, he wouldn’t bare to see her face when he said those dreadful words - We shouldn’t be seeing eachother anymore, not while we’re alone at least. - He hated himself as soon as he said it.

-Can I least know why? Last time I checked we were almost naked about to bang on a fucking pool table - Riley was upset and she wasn’t hiding it. He couldn’t blame her either.

-You deserv-

-YOU’VE GOT TO BE FREAKING KIDDING ME? Again with that stupid story? - She made him face her, but he wouldn’t look at her - Can you at least have de decency to look at me while you’re breaking up with me??!! -Riley snapped.

-We were nev-

-Oh Drake, shut up already! What are we? Twelve? I don’t need you to call me your fucking girlfriend, but we surely aren’t just friends!

-You’ll be better off with Liam.

-Really? This? AGAIN?! Stop blaming you insecurities on Liam, if you’re such a coward not to acknowledge us, fine, but don’t blame it on others! You know what Drake? I’m fucking tired of all of this is bullshit, you want me to go to Liam? Fine! Ok? FINE! - Riley bellowed.

Suddenly someone knocked slowly opening the door.

-Is everything ok? - Maxwell poked his head - I thought I’d heard Riley’s sweet voice - he smiled trying to ease the tension.

-Yes, we were discussing... whiskey - Riley hissed angrily - but Drake was just leaving, I have to get ready for the opera.

She forced them out of her room and close the door without even looking at them.

-Wow, you guys really do love whiskey huh? - Maxwell asked Drake as he scratched his head.

But Drake didn’t answer, his eyes were full of tears and his fingers were caressing the shut door. What had he done?

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danny phantom, season 3, episodes 7-13 thoughts! cannot believe im finishing this series so fast. ...cannot believe it ended like that...uh. one of the weirdest finales to a show I think I've seen, it really stood out against the rest of the series, and not in a good way, in my opinion. I paused to yell in caps lock...several times, I think, out of anger... BUT. ANYWAY, HERE WE GO.

see prev episode thoughts in this tag <3

-the fentons putting the kids to Work in the lab, with NO SAFETY GEAR. AT ALL. THEY JUST GOT BACK FROM SCHOOL AND ARE TIRED!!! and when jack asked how danny his day was and danny tried to say it was bad jack cut him off :( for the 400th time, i am stealing these kids.

-maddie and jack IMMEDIATELY SELLING THEIR LAB AND WORK FOR A LOT OF MONEY. and danny cant get into the portal anymore, oh no!!! he could always just steal vlads I Guess.

-THEY ARE VLADS NEW NEIGHBOR. OH MY GOD. this is a sitcom format. a butler came with the new mansion. i would absolutely try a kiwi fudge milkshake, why is the butler disgusted.

-the..guys in white bought the lab to shoot a missile. into the ghost zone thru the portal. bro i hate these guys

-jazz straight up setting her new bedroom up in the library. i am very very jealous

-"RATED E, FOR ENTRAILS"

-I like how the 14 year olds very quickly realize if the giw destroy the ghost zone itll destroy OUR ZONE because its just. like. the other side of the quarter so to speak. and the giw, a fully funded government agency, didnt consider that...(or worse, are willing to risk that anyway...)

-a...graphic novel version of the constitution? what in the world have you been READING SAM

-'cool, I always wanted to be called a meddling kid!' scooby doo reference...

-can they keep the butler. I love him.

-ecto latte....I also want to try that. is ectoplasm edible...

-YESS I KNEW DANNY WOULD USE VLAD'S PORTAL. vindicated.

-DANNY WHY DIDNT YOU JUST ASK JOHNNY NICELY. STEALING HIS BIKE IS SO SO RUDE.

-youngblood is also into astronaut stuff, thats really cute. and him being like 'phantom, dude!! :D' ALL EXCITED. THATS ADORABLE.

-the slapstick comedy of the giw slipping and falling and running into shit in the lab. is funny, but also, because this lab has NOOO safety codes in practice. god its a wonder dannys the only one to have died here...

-JOHNNY, SKULKER AND YOUNGBLOOD HELPING DANNY!!! I keep saying it but the other ghosts helping him. is my fav thing in the world. and, it's a really good thing the missile in the real world was harmless...otherwise the fentons wouldn't have had a home/lab to come back to...

-WULF WANTED POSTER!!! we havent seen wulfy in so long :( very funny the box ghost is offended by how much these ghosts are wanted for. first off, what do ghosts even DO WITH MONEY. does the ghost zone have its own currency??? what are ghosts BUYING

-the box ghost is So Funny, im so glad hes still got his bubble wrap. u are VERY wanted in THIS house box ghost. you are SO scary king. dont give up on ur dreams

-this needs to be a meme format. I made a transparent version, very very messily, for future use.

-this is a Fellow and a Friend

-box ghost accidentally bringing lunch for everyone, and giving people at the mall free shoes. SHOES ARE SO EXPENSIVE, ID BE SO GRATEFUL. helpful king. i feel SO bad for him lmao, he's putting in SO much effort. he wants the evil aesthetic So bad but hes Just Too Silly. I understand your plight, box ghost....

-oh my god. pandoras BOX. 'THOSE OF US IN THE BOX TRADE' HOW MANY ARE IN THIS BOX TRADE. I WANT IN. pandora is a multi-armed ghost goddess and i love her.

-SKULKER WHY ARE YOU RUNNING FROM THE EVIL UNICORN?? YOURE A HUNTER!! JUST SHOOT IT!!!!!!! JUST HUNT IT!!!

-box ghost...where did you get the cowboy hat. I respect it, i just want to know

-JAZZ COMING IN WITH THE BAZOOKA TO FIGHT THE 10 HEADED DRAGON!!! YEAH!!!!!!!!!!! and the rest of the fentons I Guess

-ignoring the sam/danny moments. I simple do not see them.

-...why doesnt danny just fly over the maze. or do the whole 'real world people act as ghosts in the ghost zone' and turn back!!! I know its just to show off the ghost greek monster designs. but STILL.

-danny being like. um. hi pandora. i found your box. >< polite...PANDORA IS SO GIANT. GIANT GHOST WOMAN. SHES GOING TO BEAT BOX GHOSTS ASS. another ghost thats nice to danny to add to the list :) and HER FORCING BOX GHOST TO APOLOGIZE. and having sandwiches with danny after making box ghost clean up. I LOVE HER.

-DANNYS 'BEWARE' AT THE END JAKHDJFKN

-okay, when dash pulled out danny's seat and was calling him buddy, for half a second I was like 'this is a prank, hes gonna pull it back' BUT THEN FRIGHT KNIGHT MY BELOVED IS BACK. AND EVERYONE STARTS CHANTING FOR DANNY TO BEAT HIS ASS WITH GHOST POWERS AND DANNY DOES WAY TOO EASILY, and im like, yup, this is a dream LMAO

-danny is getting an A+ in science :) my smart son

-DANNY WAKING UP FROM THE DREAM RIGHT BEFORE KISSING SAM AND BEING LIKE 'that was a dream...no, a NIGHTMARE!' same. not to be a hater but, shouldve been val. maybe I am a hater

-...danny running and checking the 'tapes'...why is his whole house constantly being recorded. hes been in ghost form/fights plenty of times in his house. does he have to run and wipe the tapes after?? every single time?? god

-letting this image speak for itself

-this is SO cursed

-NOCTURN'S DESIGN FUCKS SO HARD. the Venice mask vibes. also his space pattern not moving while the rest of his animation does is big chowder vibes. but this guy is basically the sandman but Evil, huh. I love dream plots. also, nocturn's design feels very similar to clockwork, like, red eyes and a scar over the same eye, but also just the purple, and the Cosmic Vibes. I want to see them fight. anyway nocturn's va was also avatar roku AND alfred in several batman cartoons.

-the 'sleepwalkers' designs were super cute in shape (kinda remind me of oogie boogie! pillow-cased shaped, which is appropriate for the 'king of dreams's minions) until I looked closer at their eyes. why do they look sewn shut!! (they open their eyes a few times, so they aren't, but they look like it...)

-I like how this show has been pretty consistent (with a few exceptions) about a Ghost Being Huge (or getting larger) = Very Powerful

-2 months of summer camping??? wtf, do camping things usually take that long?? I've never been to a camping...thing like that. but isnt that basically their entire summer??

-'the entirety of nature is your bathroom!' and thats why I do no camping despite loving nature LMAO.

-sam, at least TRY TO BE NICE TO THE OTHER GIRLS YOU'RE GOING TO BE SHARING A CABIN WITH. also, the amount of times people in this show have their SHOES ON THE BED!!! IM DISGUSTED

-swamp creature Is A Ghost. Big Foot is a Ghost. starting to think in this universe, every single cryptid or legend is a Ghost Actually

-paulina crying not only because star is missing, but because SHE FORGOT HER SUNBLOCK AND SHE BURNS SO EASILY!!!! okay girlfriends

-ghost cops are the real monsters at the camp. i.......I mean. fair. no one missed you walker

-WULF!!!!!!!!!!! WULF IS BACK!!!!!!!! MY FRIEND WULF :D MI AMAS VIN!!!!! kaj danny lernis Esperanto :)

-'relax kid, we arent here to do any harm' *immediately shoots danny* yeah. ghost cops. and also danny bringing walker 'wulf' and walker IMMEDIATELY SUCKING DANNY IN A THERMOS. FUCK OFF

-haha walker Bald. and haha walker Frozen Now

-the fenton thermos can...reverse its polarity to close portals? okay

-LIBERA MIA AMIKO. :")

-ohhh they end the ep with them star gazing, thats pretty cute...

-dani is back! ...with a new voice actress? wiki says AnnaSophia was in 3 diff movies in 2007 when this aired, so she was probably too busy... (including, bridge to terabithia aka the movie that ripped my heart out that I mentioned in the first ep Dani was in...kinda wanna rewatch it now)

-shes still scared of vlad, who's still being creepy and spying on her. 'shes hardly going to come home to daddy!' I WONDER WHY. also does vlad's cat look more evil than last time? love the concept of him going shopping for cats and being like 'give me your most EVILEST looking cat, please, so I can pet it in my spinny chair dramatically!' ...oh god white cat hair on his black suit. I have a black cat and her hair is still way too noticeable..

-vlad has a big 'valerie' button in his office. can he be pressing that button every episode, thanks

-'theres a GIRL called dani phantom?' yeah valerie. no relation, obviously, even with her looking EXACTLY like danny. so sad valerie just wants to help her dad and her get out of the place theyre in now and vlad using her. ill MAUL HIM

-dani having to STEAL FOOD. :( and valerie immediately being like oh poor kid :(( and trying to help her!!! and then dani immediately helping valerie!! this episode is starting SO well

-...and then valerie catching her. DAMN IT. and being surprised dani knew danny?? HELLO VALERIE I KNOW YOURE SMARTER THAN THIS. I AM SO SORRY THEY WROTE YOU THIS WAY. I STILL LOVE AND BELIEVE IN U !!!

-valerie lying her ASS off for a chance at gettin danny. ok <3 also 'they couldnt catch a ghost if it was living under their own roof' JSDHKJHNK

-danny. why dont you just tell valerie!! this would be so much easier if he was direct. there is NO way valerie would hurt danny (fenton) she'd be HORRIFIED. esp since she got on board helping dani!!

*is held* :)

-look at valerie and danny. flying together. about to go beat vlads ass together <333

-DANI SCREAMING AS VLAD IS MELTING HER. WHAT THE FUCCCK

-...fucking vlad convincing valerie hes a good dude with his stupid duplication. FUCK. DANNY JUST TELL H E R

-jesus christ how many times has danny had to watch loved ones die. even if she didnt stay perma-dead. glad they fixed her...

-valerie and dani pranking danny when he came out, oh :( cute...them havin fun and laughing together...babies

-BUT THEYRE JUST LETTING DANI LEAVE, AGAIN??? SHE WAS PREVIOUSLY STEALING FOOD. CHRIST GIVE HER A PLACE TO LIVE. OR A FAMILY. actually, I think it'd be really cute if, since danny isnt ready to out himself, dani went and lived with valerie?? dunno if her dad would have the money but,, it'd be a cute concept. big sis valerie...

-'tomorrow, it's game on!' 'and ill be ready to play!' THE FLIRTING....DANNY/VALERIE REAL

-oh my god,, valerie found out about vlad in the end. But he doesn’t know she knows!!! the DRAMA!!! HOLY SHIT THAT ENDING.

-this episode was. SO Much and probably one of my favorites out of s3. (I mean, there has been a gross lack of valerie this whole season, so thats not a hard choice to make...)

-FINALE EPISODE TIME.

-the title screen looks different! so no title card...

-vlad has his own fucked up satellite that looks like him?? okay. why does the animation look so different?? are they mixing cg in?? for what. anyway, vlad and the gang in SPACE. danny is 100% living his astronaut dreams rn

-'defeating frostbite' YOU BETTER NOT HAVE. YOU STOLE HIS COOL MAP. FUCK YOU VLAD

-wait oh my god. vlad is the final series boss, isn't he. I half expected a fake out, for another boss to show up midway, and for him to finally have to have a real truce with danny for this ep. ITS THE FINALE. VLAD FEELS SO UNDERWHELMING.

-And it's like-- his character isn't bad, i just feel like..he has more potential! they WANT him to seem like some smart super evil genius, but the way he's written makes that SO hard to believe...but the solid backstory and design is THERE and its FRUSTRATING.

-...DANNY CALLING VLAD OUT SAYING HE NEEDS THERAPY LMAOO THATS WHAT IVE BEEN SAYING.

-my grandpa technus is in the finale too :) 'well look on the bright side, at least im not downloading them illegally!' he says while stealing dvds. feels like hes calling me out. im watching this series on a bootleg website lmao. anyway, him turning the tech into a transformer. love that

-mASters BLASters sTOp diSAsterS shut the fuck up. you will never be valerie or danny. bite chomp kill. violence

-like this if u crie everytiem

-my god the 3d/cgi mixed in looks SO BAD IT DIDNT AGE WELL AT ALL

-the white stripe in dannys hair kinda rules tho. did he just KILL HIS GHOST HALF??? 'revert his human half back to normal' UM. you ever unkill yourself. why are his friends/jazz so mad about it, he'll be in a lot less danger!! christ. they can still hunt ghosts!! as humans!! if they want to!! hes 14 if he wanted to be normal. let him. vlads stupid little team has things COVERED apparently. why are they acting like this. jazz would never act like this. is this fake whats going ON

-oh my god jack was in a college band. vlad was also in the band. what did instruments they play. i didnt need that headline to tell me they sucked, but i want to KNOW MORE REGARDLESS

-valerie was here for 0.3 seconds.

-sam calling danny selfish. the audacity. no one is stopping YOU from hunting ghosts, girl. valerie does it!!

-I'm halfway through the episode and incredibly underwhelmed so far.

-why would they send jack and 3 teens to space to destroy the asteroid. why not professional astronauts. not even the 3 teens that have already been to space this episode...

-jack getting beat up by teenagers. ON TV. IN SPACE. I GUESS. I GUESS EVERYONE AGREED TO SEND JACK BECAUSE..VLAD SAID SO? we know it was to embarrass jack, but why would everyone agree. why didnt any other space program Do More or whatever, they sent like, 3 rockets/missiles tops?? no way

-danny attempting to punch vlad in the face. i WISH HE WOULDVE LANDED THAT HIT.

-vlad outed himself on live tv, on purpose? and BLASTED AT THE TEENAGERS HE HIRED. LMAO. HES HOLDING THE WORLD HOSTAGE, MAKING THEM PAY HIM BILLIONS TO STOP THE STUPID ASTROID. THATS YOUR GRAND PLAN??? REALLY. REALLY. im like. lmfao

-jack just now, on the last episode GETTING TOLD HE MADE VLAD A GHOST. THIS SHOULDVE HAPPENED WAY SOONER. jack's reaction was one of the only times in this entire show hes seemed human. 'an old friend? no. you? yes.' GET HIS ASSSS ACTUALLY. HE STRAIGHT UP LEFT VLAD IN SPACE. GOD DAMN. that is a Murder! I mean, I guess vlad could fly back to earth, but...I mean, he'll have to, right? no food in space. (that we KNOW of...)

-'thE WHolE EArtH, INTangiBLe?!' oh my god.

-...the white strand of hair somehow still had ghost dna, I guess, and getting blasted turned him back into phantom. I GUESS. I GUESS.

-the fentons being the first to clap for danny despite not knowing hes phantom...that was sweet. and very sudden character development, not at all gradual over the course of time or episodes like it probably should have been...

-sam and danny kissing. IT SHOULDVE BEEN VALERIE, BUT OKAY, I GUESS. also, its a little underwhelming, considering theyve kissed already...

-ALL of the ghosts being ready to beat danny's ass? really. no they wouldn't, they've worked together before, and some of those ghosts are friendly!! cringe. why is the last ep written like this. I mean they came thru at the last minute but. was really cringing for a minute there, why did they write it like that

-valerie is there for another 0.3 seconds! ....she should've been more involved. dani is also there! for also like 0.3 seconds. almost fast enough to miss. (btw, I think shes still homeless at this point, are, we going to...do ANYTHING ABOUT THAT IN THE LAST 5 MINS OF THE SHOW)

-the cgi smoke or whatever it is. this whole post is me saying the cgi is bad, but IT IS.

-'danny or should we say. DAAANNNNY.' this is like the 3rd or 4th time hes been outed damn, but to the whole world, again. and valerie saw, and is just. an extra in the bg clapping. bro im so mad.

-TUCKER IS THE NEW MAYOR? WHAT THE FUCK?? HES 14.

-i think. this is still linked to the dream ep a few times ago. hes still dreaming. this is a plot a 14 year old would write. this feels like a bad fanfic. so much got rushed, and not tied up. vlad wasnt really even the villain this episode, a fucking. non-being asteroid was.

-they kiss again. ok. sure. whatever at this point.

-VLAD IS NOW A FREE-ROAMING SPACE NOMAD. I GUESS. THATS. SURE. WHATEVER. THE END, I GUESS. cannot believe I'm saying this, but: they did vlad dirty.

-IF YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE HIM A VILLAIN, MAKE HIM A VILLAIN!!! DON'T MAKE IT A METEOR!!! STOP BEING WISHY WASHY WHO WANTS TO SEE DANNY VS ASTEROID!!! I didnt even WANT vlad to be the final villain because his character is SO back and forth (esp this season.) but he has done some FUCKED UP SHIT AND I WANTED THE WRITERS TO DOUBLE DOWN, PERSONALLY, IF THEY HAD TO MAKE HIM THE FINAL BOSS. the cabin ep where he basically held danny and maddie hostage? FUCKED. THE DANI THING? FUCKED. FUCKING COMMIT AND MAKE HIM ACTUALLY SCARY OR HAVE HIM FUCK OFF AND AGREE TO A TRUCE!! WHAT IS THIS DYING IN SPACE NONSENSE. (and, he will (fully) die out there, right? still half human, still needs food and water. I imagine he'll like, slowly half-die but this time his human side is dying. will he come back 100% ghost? we dONT KNOW. WE DONT GET TO SEE, ITS PLAYED LIKE SOME FUNNY THING AT THE END, THEN THATS IT!!! WHAT!!!)

-I don't know how to articulate how FRUSTRATING THAT IS. having him basically out himself and ''hold the world hostage'' does not track at all in my brain. like. he's always been scary because he is HUMAN, TOO. like, if he was 100% ghost, he'd be LESS scary, but vlad MASTERS has more power and influence than vlad PLASMIUS because of his position as mayor, his money, too, and his (supposed, s3 made me doubt it) intelligence/manipulation skills, and his being in good graces with jack made it HARD FOR DANNY. him outing himself for,, money and to 'control the world' i guess?? MONEY WAS NEVER HIS LIKE, MAIN GOAL. yeah obv he likes money and is materialistic and values his Rich Life, but hes got billions, the end goal? 1. getting maddie (and or danny as his son, but to me he always treated that as secondary) 2. ruining jack. this feels like they wanted to say 'oh he just wants POWER' which is. HMM?? OKAY?? obv he /does/ want power (usually over certain ppl, tho), but seeing him try to get it like this FELT WEIRD SOMEHOW. weird like the ep where he tried and failed to take over various historical civilizations, because like,, how is that realistically going to do anything for him?? just, being in that time forever and never seeing maddie aka Goal #1 again?? HELLO??? this was like that, but worse

-this was such a weird ending to an entire show. why did season 3 only have 13 episodes?? why did it feel so weirdly paced?? WHY WAS THE ENDING LIKE THAT. I think. I am going to pretend I did not see that. fucked up, dudes. I'm like...hm. I shouldn't have watched that because now I'm mad. valerie sweetie im SO sorry you shouldve been more present. it felt like..if they knew this season was going to be short, and the last season, they should've spent more time wrapping up EVERYONE'S plot lines for the entire season. imagine how cool it wouldve been if every single ep of season 3 was working towards something, a big, nice wrap up at the end, with nothing feeling TOO rushed because they'd been heading towards the End for the whole season....

I will probably end up writing a follow up full series thoughts post. In a couple of days so I can sit with my thoughts. BUT. overall, I really liked the show! (ignoring the finale and some of the moments that aged pretty poorly...) it was charming and a fun concept and very fun to watch in general :) and I am pretending the finale didnt happen <3 and I’m gonna dive RIGHT into the dp tags and mix fanart and posts in my queue, very excited to run and look at that 🏃🏻 (and, of course, make more fanart myself hehe >:3)

#dp thoughts #danny phantom #sanchoyorambles

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sleepywinchester · 7 years

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Behind The Story S2 | Pt. 13

Summary: Jensen tells the truth of what he thinks it happened in Rome.

Author: sleepywinchester {prev; deanwinchester-af}

Characters: Jensen, Reader, Jared, Gen and Cast Cameos.

Pairings: Single!Jensen x Actress!Reader (Nina Dobrev = Faceclaim)

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: Hella Angst.

Disclaimer: NO HATE TOWARDS DANNEEL!

Note: Guys… Don’t hate me? ITALICS IS FLASHBACK.

Title: It’s All Too Much.

MASTERLIST

After having another successful and fun weekend with the fans in Rome, the cast decided to go out one last time to celebrate. Jus In Bello was everyone’s favorite convention of the year, they let them sing, curse and even drink booze as they spent quality time with their fans.

“I have to do a toast,” Jensen stood up from his seat, raising the glass of bourbon to the sky.

Everyone turned remained silence as they heard him speak.

“We had a blast,” he said, “thank you for being such an awesome group of people to work. I love y’all!” Jensen shouted.

The cast laughed and cheered for him. Jensen was noticeable drunk, he laughed and hugged everyone. It was almost three in the morning and Jensen was still up for adventure and partying. Jared took it as cue to take his best friend out of there when Jensen began to dance with strangers. He wasn’t doing anything bad, he was just having fun, but alcohol was taking a toll on him. Jared drank the last of his drink and hold Jensen by the shoulders.

“Hey, brother!” Jensen grinned. “I love you, brother.”

Jared laughed, “I love you too. Let’s go back to the hotel.”

“Why?! It’s-,” Jensen glanced down to his watch, his eyes squinting. “Dude, I forgot how to read the hour… Good thing I don’t need that skill for acting. Am I right?” He laughed, stumbling and almost not feeling his legs as they walked.

Jared grabbed Jensen’s arm and placed it over his shoulder, guiding his very drunk best friend to his hotel room. On their way he winked, spoke and even sang to everyone who would laid eyes on him. Jared grunted throwing Jensen over the bed and taking his shoes off.

“Dude-,” Jared looked up to find Jensen already passed out. He laughed to himself, scratching his head as he walked out. “He’s gonna’ be so hungover tomorrow.”

The constant knock on the door woke Jensen up. He stumbled his way to the door and opened without checking it. He looked down, his mind and eyes still fuzzed with alcohol. He smiled back to the woman standing in front of him.

“What’s up?” Jensen said.

She bit her lower lip, “Nothing much… I just- couldn’t sleep and I heard noise in your room.”

“I don’t even know how I got here,” he chuckled.

“Do you have booze? I drank all mine,” she looked inside Jensen’s hotel room.

Jensen turned back, his eyes finding the mini-fridge. “Yeah! I guess- come in, Claudia.”

She smirked, “Sure.”

Jensen shut his eyes tighter when he heard his phone ringing. Slowly he began to open his eyes, noticing he forgot to shut the blinds of his room off. He shook his head, scratching the top of it as he rolled over and stumbled into a body.

“What the-,” Jensen’s eyes went wide. “Who the hell are you!?”

The woman groaned under her breath, turning over to look at him.

“Hey, handsome,” she smiled.

Jensen’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of Claudia laying naked next to him.

“What the hell are you-,” his phone continued ringing. Jensen turned to see Y/N’s picture in the screen. She was face-time calling him. He swallowed and stood quickly from the bed and going into the bathroom. “Hey! Babe!”

“Did I wake you?” Y/N noticed his nervousness.

“Yeah,” Jensen cleared his throat, scratching the back of his head. “Um-, babe, can I call you later? Jared is at the door and I have to get dressed.”

Y/N glanced down at her uncovered chest, “You’re seeing that I’m practically shirtless over here, right?”

Jensen looked down to her chest, the corner of his lips perking up. “Oh, I see it babe… but,” he looked at the door, “I really can’t now. I’ll call you later. Promise.”

A sigh crawled up Y/N’s throat, “Sure… Bye.”

Once Jensen made sure the call was over, he walked out of the room to see Claudia lounging in his bed. She wore a white robe and her eyes were on the TV screen.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Jensen snapped. “How- What the hell happened?!”

Claudia looked up to Jensen, the corner of her lips perking up into a seductive smirk. “Hey.” She stood up from the bed, it was in that moment when Jensen noticed her robe wasn’t tied.

He shut his eyes and turned around, “Get dressed.”

“Why?” Claudia pressed her body against his. “You didn’t mind last night.”

“I don’t know what happened last night!” Jensen shouted turning to look her in the eye. “What the hell happened last night?”

Claudia tied her robe, “You really don’t remember?”

“No!” Jensen yelled frustrated.

“We had sex, Jensen.”

Jensen’s entire world collapsed when the words came out of Claudia’s mouth. He didn’t want to believe it but it was obvious. She was naked, he only had his boxers on, and last night he was too drunk to think clearly. He walked by Claudia, his eyes on the window.

“No, no, no, no,” Jensen kept repeating. “This can’t be happening.”

“Jay-,”

“Don’t you call me that!” Jensen turned to her. “I don’t know how this happened but-”

“It’s okay, Jensen.” Claudia said totally calm. “I won’t say anything.”

Jensen shook his head, the urges to cry building up inside him. He couldn’t believe he had betrayed Y/N. He felt like the biggest scum bag. Jensen dropped on the seat, his eyes staring at the floor. He was lost, he couldn’t even think straight.

“I can’t believe I-,” he run his hands through his hair. “I can’t believe I cheated on Y/N.” Jensen was overwhelmed with guilt.

“Hey,” Claudia hold his chin, “Is okay. I won’t say anything… It’s really not a big deal. We were drunk, we had a couple drinks, shit happens.”

“You don’t get it, don’t you?!” Jensen glared at her. “I have a daughter with her. I’m supposed to get married with her! I love her!”

Claudia cocked an eyebrow, “I’m sorry but- you weren’t thinking about that last night.”

Jensen clenched his jaw, the guilt and rage building up inside him.

She sighed deeply, “What is done… Is done…”

Once completely dressed she turned to look at Jensen. He was still sitting on the chair, lost in his own thoughts. Claudia cleared her throat to gain his attention.

“I’m gonna’ go…” She pointed at the door with her thumb.

“Yeah,” Jensen scoffed with unbelief. “You do that.”

Claudia stood in front of him, “If you ever-”

“This - won’t happen ever again,” Jensen cut her off.

“I’m just saying if you ever feel like it… I’m down.” Claudia spoke freshly. “We had fun and I’m a good secret keeper.” She bit her lower lip, “Nobody has to know.”

“Get the fuck out of my room,” Jensen growled at her.

She nodded and shrugged, before turning and stroll out of Jensen’s room.

You took a moment to process everything Jensen just said. Tears went down your cheeks on their own. You couldn’t speak, you couldn’t think straight, all you could do is stare into his broken eyes. You could see how heart broken Jensen was. You also could listen to your own heart shattering.

“Y/N,” his voice broke. “Say something.”

Your lips parted yet you couldn’t form words. You were completely in shock.

The two of you stood in the dark for a while, both keeping your silence but Jensen couldn’t take it anymore. He took a step forward, trying to hold you down yet you couldn’t hold him back.

Jensen dropped on his knees, hugging your legs, mumbling how sorry he was. He never stopped crying.

“Don’t touch me.” You spoke emotionless and with disgust.

Jensen looked up in an instant yet didn’t said a word. “No, baby, ple-

“Get out.” You said but he kept trying to hold you. ”I SAID GET OUT!” You screamed, pushing him backwards.

Jensen stared at you, sitting on the floor, his eyes only showed one thing: he was terrified.

“NO,” he let out, “let’s talk-.”

You leaned forward, the shock turning into anger. “I SAID GET OUT!” You yelled even louder and began to push him and throwing punch. “GET OUT!” You blacked out, letting yourself drown in the pain. “GET THE FUCK OUT!”

You continued to punch him until someone hold you backwards. It was Genevieve who hold you down as you tried to go forward and keep pushing him away. You watched Jared grab Jensen from the floor, confused of what was going on.

“GET THE HELL OUT!” You kept screaming. “HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO Me?! HOW COULD YOU CHEAT ON ME?!”

It was in that moment that Jared’s eyes went wide as he carried his best friend out of the house. Once they were out of your sight, you dropped on the floor, crying inconsolable. Genevieve hold you down into a hug, trying to console you with words but it was worthless.

You didn’t heard her, you didn’t understand her, all you felt was a void inside.

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