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fw00shy · 3 years

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Prophesy

For @drarrymicrofic prompt, better than fighting. This is a 1.4k "microfic" lmao. You can read on AO3 as well as here.

You know when you look at someone and just know they're no good? Pansy says it's a sure sign that they pissed you off in a past life. I tell her that's about the funniest shite I've ever heard. I don't need divinity to explain myself; I've always been good at reading people. That's just how I am.

Say, Pansy. I knew we'd hit it off the moment I saw her head-to-toe in Prada, her hair as glossy as volcanic glass. That's not fate: that's good taste. And Crabbe, well — that one is a bit odd, I'll give you that. Lord knows why I have a soft spot for him when he's far too much trouble for his worth. Nearly got me killed once or twice, even. Not literally, of course — just at the bars, when he drinks me under the table. Pansy says he's "mine" the same way Theo is "hers"; I've never cared for Theo. He seems the type of guy who holds back while you make a rash of bad decisions. Mind you, Pansy isn't much better either, but at least she's always right there, too, making the same damn mistakes.

Pansy asked me what Theo did to piss me off so much. I made up some lie about how he didn't warn me about a rotted foundation on a house I was trying to sell, but really, I don't know why I think that about Theo. I'm a genius people-reader, alright? And I don't question intuition.

So I'm not worried when Blaise calls me in to meet a high-profile client. Rich geezers, they're all the same. And I've seen this one plenty in the newsstands before, so I've already sussed him out. He always looks like he doesn't want to be there. A bit sullen — dead inside — but harmless enough.

"Seems a trifle odd, doesn't it?" I tell Pansy that morning. "He could've called me direct. My number's on half the park benches around his neighbourhood."

"Maybe he thinks you'll say no," Pansy says. She has that faraway look in her eyes she gets every morning before the caffeine kicks in.

"Why would I say no?" I laugh. "I'd be an idiot to give up a million-pound commission."

She's not paying attention to me. Her eyes bug out and her lips part. It's like she's in a bloody trance. I swear she does it just to piss me off.

I'm still thinking about her ugly mug when I'm going up to Blaise's office. He's got the entire penthouse of the building for him to sign papers, and the elevator ride up the twenty-three floors leaves plenty of time for spacing out. So I'm caught off guard when, coming out of the elevator, Harry Potter smacks straight into me and all I want to do is kill him.

Oh lord, how I want to kill him. My rage builds so strong that I'm taken out of my body. Where I go, I don't know. But when I come to, Potter is gone and I'm sitting across from Blaise.

Blaise has his pitying face on, the one he practices in the mirror. His hands are clasped over the expansive walnut desk (live edge, of course), his suit as green as Potter's eyes.

Potter's eyes. Merlin, I barely remember meeting the man, but it's all I can think of now. That luxurious, deep emerald. Green as everything I ever wanted.

"No," I say. "I won't take him on."

"Dee," Blaise says, gentle. His brows raise.

I'm on the spin bike at the gym trying to blow off some steam when Pansy calls and says, "Blaise is right, you know," her voice tinny above the whirl of bikes around me. "You'll be stupid to walk away from a million pounds over a premonition."

"He's a lying tramp, I swear. I'll put in all this work, set up the listing, stage the place, and then he'll change his mind and walk right out. I know. He's a ticking time bomb."

"So...." she giggles, "what'd you think he did?"

I'm confused for a second, but then I realise she's probably talking about her reincarnation theory again.

"Don't you dare start on this past life shite," I warn. "I'm not in the damn mood."

"Maybe he razed your lands. Ohhh, can you imagine, Harry Potter — a viking? All that fur… mm, and those horned helmets. Sure makes me horny —"

"Jesus, woman. I'm at the gym."

"Okay, okay," she says. "Since you're at the gym, what about this: Harry Potter as naughty, lying George Wickham. And you: the poor Lydia Bennet, tricked into a life of poverty and ridicule for the rest of your days. Embittered, you —"

"That's Jane Austen, that's not even real life," I say before hanging up.

I meet Potter at his Islington townhouse the following Tuesday. He's a capital C celebrity so he's got no regular day job, which makes him horrifying easy to slot into my schedule.

"You're late," I say as soon as he opens the front door. He runs a hand through his tangled hair — soft, I know — and bleats out an apology as I brush past him into the grim, old place. The hallway is long and dark. There's a kitchen in the far west corner overlooking the garden. And upstairs there are three bedrooms, of which the medium-sized one is his because it faces east, and he enjoys waking sun-rumpled and satisfied.

The floorplan, I pulled from public records. The rest, I — well, I don't know. I just know. I know it with such vivaciousness that I can see us there, on his — no, our — bed, his arm thrown across my chest, and I —

"Draco?" he asks, tentative. Like he's found something he's lost but isn't sure what to do with it, yet.

My hands clam up, my heart racing back to the present. He's only a foot from me, his doe eyes searching. I know what it feels like to pull him in by the waist, to watch those lids flutter shut as we kiss. And I know he knows this too, so I lean in and punch his face.

"He called me Draco," I say to Pansy later. "Draco. Only my mother calls me Draco, and she's been dead a full decade."

"You're crazy, Dee," Pansy says, patting my hand with hers on the bar counter. "What did you do after? Get on your knees to kiss his arse so he'd keep you on?"

"Bloody hell, no. I bolted the fuck out of there thinking I lost the biggest deal of my life. But then the next day, Blaise calls and says Potter stopped by the office. Says could I get him a list of stagers, all cool and shite like nothing had happened!"

"Hm… maybe you two are more Troilus and Cressida than Brutus and Caesar. Ohh, or Achilles and Patroclus. God, yes. That fits so well —"

"Good God, woman! Unless Patroclus was trying to sell Achilles' ionic column abode, I don't want to hear another peep of past lives from you."

Pansy pushes her martini to me and waits for me to drain it before signalling for another round. "I'm only saying," she says, tapping her square-tip nails on the stem of the glass, "Kissing. Fucking, even. Wouldn't that be better than fighting?"

Naturally, I choke on my drink.

I meet with Potter the next day and manage to get through the walkthrough without any further hallucinations or fisticuffs. I call Greg up to stage the place and we go through the house again the following week. Potter's in the kitchen when Greg leaves and offers me a cup of tea while I wait for my car. I'm out of excuses and exhausted from the day, so I accept.

"Draco," he says when he hands the cup to me. Two sugars, a splash of milk. I try not to think about how he knows.

"Why do you call me that?" I ask instead, blustering.

"Why do you call me Potter?" he retorts. He's smiling, but I can tell he's not really happy. It's the same smile the paparazzi catches him with.

"I don't know," I say because I don't. My tongue knows his name better than I do.

I can't keep my eyes off of his as he comes up to me. "Draco," he says my name like he had a claim to it, long ago. I let him loosen the cup from my hand and push me up onto the counter. The angle's better here; perfect if I want to slide my hand up to his cheek and through his hair. He smells like broomstick and phoenix ash. I love him, I know. But it's not supposed to be this easy.

#blame tsoa for most of this #drarrymicrofic #drarry microfic #drarry #drarry fic #drarry squad #fwoosh writes

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omimigod · 3 years

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Aquarium dates

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Feat: Chifuyu Matsuno x F.Reader!

A/n: Got the idea from @introvert--weeb and I had to do one for this beautiful boy <3

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Chifuyu Matsuno

“Maybe I got here way too early”the blonde wondered as he looked around the half empty entrance of the newly opened aquarium.You had promised to go with Chifuyu to the aquarium on Saturday since that was the only day Chifuyu was free and you promised to make time out of your schedule for him

He stood there,playing with the hem of his hoodie as he restlessly looked at his phone every few seconds to see if you had sent something

‘Did you forget that it was today?’ or ‘Did you get attacked by another gang?’his face turned pale,mind filling up with only the worst possible scenarios.He cursed himself for not asking to pick you up from your house.Not planning on wasting anymore time,he turned and headed towards his bike

“Wait! Chifuyu! Where are you going?”a familiar voice asked as her hand gripped his wrist in an attempt to stop him.The blonde whipped his head in the girls direction,pink dusting his cheeks as she smiled brightly at him

“What’s the hurry, partner?”she asked,giggling at him

’Partner’.That was the name he had given her when she joined Toman and now it was the one name that got him the most flustered.At some point Chifuyu had realized that he had fallen for her,pointed out to him by Takemichi of course.Sure he read a lot of Shoujo mangas but experiencing it was a completely different thing.Was it the way she’d always make time for him? or the way she’d walk back home from school only with him?.He wasn’t sure when it started.Was it when he first saw her hanging out with Baji at school?Or was it when he met her at a Toman meeting,standing beside Baji of course.He wondered if you two had been dating since you two were inseparable and even questioned the male only to get a disgusted reply as a response

“Ew! There’s no way I’d date my own cousin!”he hissed as the blonde nodded in agreement

Ever since that day he had attempted to talk to you but never really found the right time to approach you,until one day of course

Flashback starts

“Ah! I like that manga too!”you yelled,pointing to the book in his hands as the male looked at you wide eyed

“You like it too?!”he squealed as you nodded your head vigorously

“I love how he’s always there for her and how he takes care of her so well”you admitted,eyes sparking as you spoke about the love interest of the heroine

“Right?They’re perfect for eachother!”he excitedly replied back

“Wait-Haven’t I seen you somewhere?”she questioned,hand gripping her chin as she tried to remember where

“You mean in our school and the toman meetings?”he teased as the girls cheeks turned pink

“Oh please,I knew that”she lied as she took a seat beside the male.He giggled at her,extending a hand out to her

“The name’s Chifuyu Matsuno,Nice to meet you partner”he said,waiting for her to shake his hand

“Partner?like friends?I like that!”she excitedly stated,shaking the males hand

“My names (F/n) (L/n),Nice to meet you partner”she grinned widely as the male only grinned back in response

Flashback Ends

At that time, the word ‘partner’ had meant something different to him.It was more like a buddy but now to Chifuyu it was definitely a romantic term. ’A lover’ would fit that perfectly

“You took so long that the next olympics started”Chifuyu whined as the girl only looked at him in disbelief

“I didn not! You got here way to early”she stated as the boy only looked elsewhere,knowing very well that what she said was true

“I wanted to look good today and that’s what I get?”she asked,crossing her arms over her chest.Chifuyus eyes scanned the girls attire,cheeks getting warmer as he realized something

You hated skirts so much.The only reason you’d wear it was because you were forced to and didn’t want to do anything that would cause any problems to you or your family and here you were,dressed in a beautiful white blouse whose front had a ruffled collar.That was paired with a maroon pleated skirt that reached your knee.The shoes consisted of a pair of navy blue pumps

“Why do you look like you’re wearing a different version of our school uniform?”he teased as the girl looked at him in disbelief.Of course it was a lie.He couldn't take his eyes off of her.He’d only seen her in the school uniform and hoodies at home so seeing her like this drove him insane

“I’ll have you know that HIna and Emma helped me pick this out”she said,visibly upset by his comment

“I’m kidding,It looks beautiful on you”he admitted,now looking straight into the girls eyes.she flinched and looked away

“A-Ah well,thank you”she said taking a step away from the male

“Shall we head in?”he asked,offering a hand to the girl.She nodded excitedly before holding his hand.It was a thing that they did.Holding hands was normal to them but it just felt different today

“Let’s go see the sharks first!”she demanded as the boy eagerly nodded,the two running to see the sharks

“Woah! That looks like Baji doesn’t it?”she asked,laughing as the shark only came closer to the glass,displaying its sharp teeth to the two

“Woah! I’ve gotta take a photo and send it to him”he hurriedly fished out his phone from his pocket and snapped a quick photo of the shark before looking at you.You had a wide grin spread across your face as you looked at the shark.His heart couldn’t take it anymore.He quickly snapped a photo of you,mentally telling himself to set it as his lock screen after he got back home

“Let’s go see the dolphins now!”she exclaimed running to where the dolphins were,leaving the boy behind

“(F/n)! Wait for me!”he called out as he chased the girl only to find out that she got lost in the crowd

“What the-Where did all these people come from?”he mumbled as he pushed through a group of people only to find her standing near a souvenir shop

“I told you not to run”he whined as the girl didn’t reply.Her eyes were glued to a penguin plushie.It was a bit chubby and had a tiny bow around its neck but the most noticeable feature was its blue eyes

“You like it?”Chifuyu questioned as the girl nodded,eyes not leaving the plushie

“How much is it old man?”he questioned pulling out his wallet

“Y-you really don’t have to,I don’t think my parents would want me spending money on something this silly”she assured as she gave him her usual smile

“It’ll be 600¥”he stated

“That’s way too costly”he argued as the old man only raised a brow at him

“I’ll give it to you for free if you kiss her”he stated,a smile spreading across his lips

“W-What the hell are you saying?”Chifuyu asked,face turning red as he processed what the old man told him

“Goodbye then”he blankly said before getting back to reading the newspaper

“Chifuyu,let’s go shall we?”

“No! You really liked it so”he started before gently grabbing your shoulders to face him

“A-A kiss is nothing right?”he asked,face beet red from embarrassment.Your face mirrored his as the male leaned in,only a few centimeters away before something hit Chifuyu on the face.He quickly grabbed the plushie before looking back at the old man

“You really think I’d ask you to do that?Youngsters these days are so eager to kiss”he laughed as Chifuyu looked at the man in embarrassment ,bowing his head down to apologize to him

“Take good care of her”the old man grinned as Chifuyu nodde before handing you the plushie.You smiled at the male,unable to look him in the eye after the incident that took place

“Let’s go see the penguins last okay?”he suggested as you nodded,now holding his hand so you wouldn’t get lost

After almost an hour you two finally made your way to where the penguins were.The whole time you were unable to make eye contact with him.Your heart was racing every time he spoke or every time he held your hand.you really couldn’t take it anymore and just wanted to curl up into a ball from embarrassment

“We’re here!”he excitedly announced as you snapped out of your thoughts ,looking at the adorable penguins swimming around.Completely forgetting about what you were troubled about, you ran to the glass and excitedly looked at the penguins,eyes sparking

“They’re so adorable Chifuyu!”you exclaimed

“I can’t take it anymore”you heard him mumble.you turned to face the male only to see his lips inches away from yours.You panicked and placed the plushie that was in your hand between the two of you.His eyes shot open as he met (e/c) eyes,face flushed in a deep shade of red

“I-I uh-”you stuttered.Chifuyu lowered the plush toy from his lips and looked at you for a split second before his hands made its way to your cheeks,cupping them as he placed his lips on yours.The plushie fell from your hand to the floor as your eyes widened slightly before closing to enjoy the kiss

He pulled back,cheeks flushed as his hand still cupped your cheeks

“I’m obviously gonna say that you’re the cutest thing to see at the aquarium”he stated as you blushed

“S-Since when have you liked me?”you asked,Confused as to when it happened

“Beats me,I guess i realized it on the day we went for the festival”he sheepishly stated ,eyes still glued to yours

“I-I wanted to confess first though”you pouted as the male giggled

“I’d say that this is better than any other shoujo manga I’ve read”

“How did i ever fall for you I wonder”you said,as you chuckled at his words

“Don’t know but would you still like to be my partner?”

#chifuyu fluff #chifuyu matsuno #Chifuyu #tokyo revengers #chifuyu x y/n

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hxneyandespressx · 3 years

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we were both young when i first saw you

summary: jj and elle are friends, but are too scared to tell each other "i love you". that was until it was too late to even say goodbye

pairing: jennifer jareau x elle greenaway (jelle)

word count: 6k

a/n: inspired by love story (taylor's version)

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The evening sun slowly went below the horizon as a young blonde girl biked on the dark cobblestone path. A reusable tote bag, filled with organic produce, hung on her right shoulder as she weaved between people, trying to get home before dinnertime. Seeing a small bookstore up ahead, JJ pedaled harder. She parked her mint green bike against the side of the bookstore and entered the small boutique. The bell on top of the door rang, and an elderly man popped out from a room behind the cash register. He looked around to see who came in and smiled when his eyes landed on JJ.

“Ah– Miss Jareau. How may I be of your service today?” Alistair the bookstore owner greeted her, his thick Glaswegian accent rolling off his tongue. JJ smiled as she walked up to the cash register. She pulled out a brown leather-bound book and placed it on the countertop.

“Is there anything new this week?” JJ asked politely.

“Lemme see what I have in the back, lassie.” The elderly man shuffled back into the storage room, carrying the book JJ gave back. To pass the time waiting, JJ walked between the tall oak shelves, filled with wonderful stories to be read, to see any books she might be interested in. As she slowly walked down the aisle, her curious blue eyes spotted a rather peculiar book. Detailed artwork covered the book’s spine, intriguing JJ. The young teen gently pulled the book out from the shelf and brushed off the dust with her hand. Intricate floral illustrations decorated the hardcover. The burgundy color of the book complimented the floral illustrations. In gold lettering, the title of the book reflected the clementine sunlight coming in from the window. Romeo & Juliet. The blonde girl had heard of the tragedy play, but she never got the chance to read it.

JJ jumped when Alistair called out her name. She quickly put back the book and gathered her things. Coming out of the aisle, the young girl waved for the bookstore owner’s attention.

“Ali, I’m right here.” JJ called out as she approached the front of the store.

“Lassie, don’t just go and disappear on me like that.” Alistair said as he took a seat on the wooden stool.

“Sorry,” JJ apologized sheepishly. As she looked down, the book in Alistair’s hands caught JJ’s eyes. “What’s that you got?”

“This… is the new book I recommend you read this week.” The elderly man handed the rather thick book over to the blonde girl. JJ took her time inspecting her new read. Light scratches adorned the deep brown leather cover. The beautiful spine binding held the book together. Her thumb grazed over the gold title: Wuthering Heights. JJ smiled widely as she was excited to read her new book.

“Thank you, Alistair.” JJ thanked the bookstore owner as she made her way to the front door.

“Anytime, lassie,” The Scotsman waved goodbye to the blonde girl. “Say “hi” to your mum for me!”

“I will!” JJ said with excitement as she walked out of the bookstore. Feeling all giddy, the young girl carefully placed the book in her tote bag, trying not to crush the produce. She put on her helmet and started to make her way back home.

As JJ continued down the road, her ears caught the whispers of the townspeople. Snippets of how two girls were sneaking around, at odd hours of the day. The gossiping never bothered JJ, ever since five years ago. Some things would never change in this old town, JJ thought. However, one piece of gossip caught the young girl’s attention. Is Jennifer… you know… gay? This caused the young girl to gasp in surprise and stop her bike. If it came to light that Jennifer Jareau was gay, the whole town would shun her. The neighbors, everyone at school, her friends, Alistair, her parents. She can’t let that happen.

Taking a deep breath to calm herself down, JJ continued her trip back to her house. Once arriving, JJ parked her bike against the porch railing and entered her home. Her mother greeted her while her father sat silently in the living room, reading the Farmers’ Almanac. The blonde girl ignored her father as she took out her book from the tote bag and handed the vegetables to her mother.

“I’ll help once I put this book away.” JJ said, walking up the creaky staircase. Her mother nodded her head and went into the kitchen. JJ continued her way up until she entered her bedroom. A mahogany tall bookcase in the far right corner was showered in all the medals and participation trophies JJ won since playing soccer as a child. Coffee mugs cluttered her working desk. Pillows of different sizes piled on her medium-sized bed. CDs of various musical artists surrounded the small stereo system beside the bed. A large N*SYNC poster plastered on her wardrobe’s open door. Decorated simply, with a few more posters scattered sporadically, the bedroom was fit for a small-town girl.

JJ placed her new addition on her messy bed and proceeded to change into cleaner clothes for the evening. After changing, the blonde girl went to the window that was closest to the house beside hers. Moving the sheer white curtain and looking through the window, she hoped to see someone special in the house. But, alas, she wasn’t there. Maybe she’s busy, JJ thought. The sad girl exited her room, went down the wooden stairs, and into the kitchen to help her mother with preparing dinner.

Dinner went quietly as usual. The Jareaus weren’t the type to strike a conversation over dinner, not once since the tragic event that shook the family apart. JJ took away the dirty dishes and started to wash them, as it was her turn to do her chore. After washing the dishes, JJ headed up to her room for the night. She said “goodnight” to both of her parents before skipping up the stairs in excitement.

Closing the door gently, the blonde teen placed her back against the door and slowly let herself sink to the ground in a crouching position. She was glad that the day went all right. Her parents hadn’t argued, yet, so JJ was feeling content at this moment. Wanting to keep this mood going, JJ got up and went to her bed, grabbing the new book she got earlier in the evening. She laid on her bed, feeling comfortable, and cracked her book open.

A few hours went by and it was nearing midnight. The whole house was quiet, except for one room. Hey There Delilah softly played in the background as JJ was reading chapter four of Wuthering Heights. The blonde girl was enjoying her silence until she heard a small bang on her window. She sat up scared, her heart racing due to anxiety. Then, another bang on the window was heard. JJ got up from her bed and slowly walked to the window. She cracked the window open and stuck her head out, searching for the perpetrator. The warm summer air gently blew onto JJ’s face as the blonde girl squinted her baby blues. Just as she was leaving the window, her eyes caught a tall silhouette standing in the middle of the pathway between the houses.

Her dark chocolate locks gently swayed along with the summer wind. A Guns n’ Roses t-shirt hung loose on her lean frame. Dirty shoelaces left untied, lying on the dry clay soil. She was tossing a pebble into the air and catching it.

The girl waved a hand up in the air with excitement, calling out JJ’s name.

“JJ.” The girl yelled, the sound ringing into the night.

“Shush– our parents will hear you.” JJ hissed at her. The girl softly chuckled at the blonde.

“Meet me at our spot.” This was the last thing the mysterious girl said before disappearing into the darkness.

JJ smiled when the girl mentioned “our spot”. She was waiting all night to escape her house to spend some time with her favorite person. Closing the window, JJ turned off the music and lights. She hid some pillows to create a silhouette of a body under the comforter, making her cover for the night. The blonde girl grabbed her denim jacket and slowly opened her door, hoping that it wouldn’t creek into the pin-drop silence. She quietly tip-toed her way down the stairs, entering the kitchen. Opening the mint green door that led to the backyard, JJ stopped for a moment to make sure no one was awake. When it was clear, the blonde girl stepped out into the backyard, closing the door behind her.

A wide grin appeared on her face as JJ jogged into the woods. She made her way through the dark forest swiftly, as if she knew the land like that back of her hand. Seeing a sliver of moonlight ahead, JJ quickened her step while swatting away at any tree branches. Exiting the forest, the blonde made her way into a secret garden. This place was discovered one night by JJ and her best friend, when they were looking for a place to be alone together.

Making her way into the garden, JJ picked off a light pink rose from one of the bushes. Trying her best not to prick her fingers from the thorns, the blonde girl continued her way to search for her friend. And soon enough, JJ saw her, eyes closed while patiently waiting and leaning against the tall oak. Taking a small breath, the blonde girl walked up to her and laid her head on the mysterious girl’s lap.

Feeling a heavy pressure on her legs, the sleepy girl woke up in surprise, but calmed down when she saw JJ laying her lap.

“JJ.” A soft smile appeared on the brunette’s face.

“Elle,” JJ softly said. “Here, a flower for you.” The blonde girl lifted a beautiful pink flower in the air. Wanting to give the rose, she tried to pick off the thorns to make it safe to handle, while trying her best not to prick her fingers. Once done, JJ tucked some hair behind Elle’s ear while placing the pink rose there.

“There. Beautiful as always.” The blonde girl smiled widely as Elle looked away, a peachy blush forming on her cheeks.

“Anyways, how was your day? I missed you.” JJ said while twiddling with her thumbs.

“The usual. Fixing cars at my dad’s garage shop.” Elle said nonchalantly, folding her arms behind her head.

“Ooo what a tough guy.” JJ teased the brunette. Elle rolled her eyes at the cheesy line.

“How was your day, by the way?” Elle asked as she gently brushed JJ’s soft golden locks.

“I got a new book from Alistair!” JJ cheerfully said.

“Which one?” Elle asked.

“Wuthering Heights.” JJ stated. Elle chuckled when she heard the blonde girl’s answer.

“You do love your classics.” the brunette said lovingly.

“Said from the girl who thinks reading is boring.” JJ retorted back, sticking her tongue out to say I told you so.

“It is!” Elle exclaimed. “But I would only be interested in books if you read them to me.”

JJ raised her left eyebrow quizzically. Does this mean she likes my voice?, JJ thought.

“Would you?” JJ said, feeling amused.

“Cross my heart and hope to die.” Elle stated as she did the crossing motion over her heart.

The two girls continued their conversation for a while longer. They went from talking about literature to what they should do together next week. As JJ rattled on making a trip to Lake Erie, an idea popped into Elle’s mind. The brunette wiggled underneath the blonde girl’s head and made her way over to a few bushes, blooming with flowers.

Elle grabbed a couple of flowers from the bushes and some ivy from the iron gate next to them. After gathering her materials, the brunette girl walked back to her spot next to JJ. She started to make something out of them, knotting and tying them together with such skill. JJ sat up from her previous position and looked at her friend curiously, watching her hands working diligently. White gardenias and yellow stargazer lilies were tied together with strings of ivy, forming a flower crown. Elle smiled softly at her creation and gently placed it on JJ’s head.

“There. Fit for a princess.” Elle stated. She smiled softly at the sight in front of her.

“Elle…” JJ said with so much adoration in her voice. A deep peachy blush formed on Elle’s cheeks, not from embarrassment, but the fact that her best friend and crush liked what she made.

“I made it because it’s fun and I know you look good with flowers.” Elle explained. JJ brought Elle into a warm embrace, their blonde and brunette locks getting tangled together. The two girls stayed in the embrace for a while. The brunette girl’s nose got stuck in the tangles of champagne blonde locks. Taking a quick sniff, Elle caught the scent of peaches, recognizing that it was JJ’s favorite shampoo.

“Now It’s my turn to make you one.” JJ said with excitement, pulling away from the hug.

“No.” Elle deadpanned. The brunette was not the one for flowers. She only made the flower crown for her friend.

“Come on! Let me make you one!” The blonde pouted.

“Okay,” Elle said as she had her hands up as a joke, pretending she got caught for a crime she committed. “ Surprise me.”

JJ huffed and got up from the ground, dusting away at any grass that clung to her muscular legs. She walked over to a few bushes far away from Elle, thinking and deciding which flowers to choose. Once she picked her choices, JJ happily walked back to where Elle was. The blonde girl sat down and got to work, hoping to make her friend the best for crown ever. She tried to sow cornflowers and dwarf sunflowers together with strings of ivy that got leftover. Getting frustrated, JJ tried her best attempt at making a flower crown.

Elle was amused by JJ’s attempt at a flower crown, but not wanting to upset her, the brunette kept her mouth shut. JJ bit on her lip to keep herself from swearing as she was having trouble tying the ivy close, to make a circle. After a few attempted tries, the blonde finally got the final knot tied.

“Tada!” JJ exclaimed as she lifted the flower crown in the air. Feeling proud of herself, she gently placed the headdress onto Elle’s head. “Now we can be princesses together.”

“You know I’m only doing this for you, right?” Elle stated.

“I know.” JJ said as she stuck her tongue out, just to be silly. Elle laughed at the silly attitude JJ put on. The laughter slowly died as Elle leaned back against the tall oak tree. JJ sat across from the brunette as the two of them chatted the hour away. As it neared 2:30 am, a twinkling light shot through the night sky caught JJ’s eye.

“Elle! Lookup!” JJ excitedly said as she pointed at the dark abyss. The brunette girl squinted her eyes as she searched for what JJ was talking about. Just then, another twinkling light darted across the sky. Elle puffed some air out in surprise.

“Well, what do you know? We get a show tonight.” Elle joked as she slowly got up from her position. Brushing the grass clippings off her shorts, Elle held out her hand for JJ to take.

“Come on, let’s watch the sky.” JJ smiled as she took Elle’s hand. The girls walked onto the open grass patch, trying to take their seats to watch the surprise meteor shower.

Both the girls laid on the soft dewy grass as they watched the twinkling night sky. The moonlight shined brightly down upon them, acting as a spotlight.

As Elle looked at the sky, JJ was looking at the brunette. The bright moonlight illuminated the brunette’s face, showing off the little freckles that painted her soft face. Her chocolate locks swayed along with the warm August air. She smelt like lemongrass and sleep. To JJ, it was like she was admiring her from afar, like a polaroid picture hanging on her bedroom wall.

Slowly but surely, the blonde girl moved her hand towards Elle’s, gently grabbing the brunette’s open hand. JJ’s cold left hand held onto Elle’s warm palm as a smile appeared on the brunette’s face, her head turning to face the blonde. JJ felt so lucky to call Elle her best friend, but she wanted something more. But she doesn’t want to break the friendship they currently have. Her heart ached every second when Elle wasn’t hers.

JJ’s baby blue eyes stared into Elle’s own deep russet eyes. They observed each other’s eyes for a few moments before tearing their gazes apart to look up at the twinkling night sky. Both the girls continued to stargaze in silence, the crickets in the grass playing their nightly song.

“I wish we could escape this town for a little while. Just you and I.” Elle stated as she stared at the night sky. She wasn’t looking for an answer, as she knew that JJ wanted that too.

“If we were to get out of this old town, how would you imagine our lives together?” JJ asked as Elle’s statement piqued her interest.

“Perhaps an apartment in a city of our choosing. Preferably in Manhattan. I come home, bringing you flowers while you are baking cookies.” Elle explained. A soft pink blush formed on JJ’s cheeks, feeling warm as she heard Elle’s plans about their future together. She too hoped that one day they get to leave Pennsylvania together and live happily ever after.

“What about a pet?” JJ asked.

“What about it?” Elle asked, feeling indifferent about having a pet.

“Maybe… a turtle?”

“Why a turtle?”

“Because they are cute, duh.”

“And if we were to get one, what would you name it?”

“Henry,” JJ stated. Elle laughed quietly, hoping not to alert anyone. “What? I think it’s a cute name.” the blonde huffed, pretending to feel offended.

“I’m sorry.” Elle said as her laughs died out.

“You’re let off the hook for this one, Greenaway.” JJ jokingly said. The two girls continued their stargazing “date” with little blips of conversations here and there. JJ felt content being with Elle and she hoped that nothing would tear them apart.

JJ yawned softly as it was getting very late. She let go of Elle’s hand and slowly got up from the ground, dusting off any grass that clung to her legs. Elle softly smiled at the cute yawn that JJ just had as she stared up at the blonde girl.

“What?” JJ asked.

“Oh– uh nothing,” Elle said passively. The brunette girl also got up from the ground, making herself neat so she wouldn’t track grass and dirt into her house.

“Let’s go home.” Elle held out her hand, hoping that JJ would take it. Indeed did JJ take it because she may never know when she would see Elle last. The two girls took their time walking through the garden, almost acting like a couple. They got out of the garden, carefully closing the wrought iron gate, hoping the creaking metal wouldn’t wake anyone. Making their way through the dark woods, Elle and JJ continued to hold their hands to feel more connected. And it was also not to lose each other.

They reached the backyard of the Jareaus and had to part ways for the night.

“Night, JJ.” Elle said as she released her hand from JJ’s. The brunette girl turned her heels and headed to her house’s patio door.

“Night, Elle.” JJ smiled as she quietly made her way to the kitchen backdoor. Gently opening the mint green door, JJ tip-toed into the kitchen and prayed that no one heard her enter. Once the coast was clear, the blonde girl gently closed the door and locked it. She gently took each step one by one, not making a sound, as she made her way up the stairs and into her room. JJ opened her door slowly, as the metal hinges tended to creak when not oiled properly. She entered her room and closed the door in the same fashion. When locking the door, JJ let out a breath that she didn’t even know she was holding. Feeling content for the night, JJ took off the flower crown that Elle made off her head and placed it gently on her nightstand. She took one of the polaroid pictures off of her wall and flopped onto her bed, letting her muscles relax.

JJ brought the polaroid up to her face to see the captured moment. It was Elle, all dirty from car grease, smiling and posing like Rosie the Riveter. JJ kissed the picture and proceeded to close her eyes, holding onto the polaroid picture like a dream catcher.

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A few days passed by and the warm summer sun shone onto the garden as JJ and Elle were giggling and having fun, having no care in the world. Like it was only them on their paradise island. That was until they heard some bustling and a shout behind a hedge.

“Jennifer, where are you?” The angry voice of JJ’s father rang in the afternoon sky. The blonde girl’s head never turned so fast in fear to face her father. Salty tears pricked her azure eyes as her father marched towards the two girls. Right behind him was Elle’s father, also raging in anger. Both the girls yelled as they were grabbed by their fathers, separating them apart. Shouts filled the air and the girls tried to kick their way out of the men’s arms.

“How did you find us?” Elle yelled as she tried to squirm her way out.

“Micheal saw her sneaking through the back kitchen door and called me over to investigate. We followed behind JJ as she went through the woods.” Robert explained, trying his best to use his strength to hold onto his daughter. JJ gasped in shock as she didn’t know that her father kept an eye on her.

“I didn’t know anything about this Elle! I swear!” JJ shouted. The blonde girl grunted as she tried to get out of her father’s tight grip on her arms.

“I knew you two were friends since a young age, but this? This is unacceptable. We heard the rumors circulating town so we had our suspicions.” Micheal said through his teeth, clenching his jaw to prevent himself from shouting more.

“But I love her!” Elle yelled out as her deep russet brown eyes caught JJ’s baby blue ones. The blonde gasped softly at Elle’s confession, trying to understand what she heard with her own two ears. I love you. She loves me! I have to tell her back!. JJ thought. Just as JJ was opening her mouth to say “I love you” back to Elle, her father interrupted her.

“Stay away from JJ!” Michael shouted at Elle, hoping that he wouldn’t have to see the brunette with his daughter again. Elle’s dad dragged her away from the Jareaus as Elle continued to shout, her voice fading away.

When the Greenaways were gone from the premise, Micheal Jareau let go of JJ and the blonde girl was exasperated, holding onto her arms.

“What the hell was that?” JJ said as she tried to catch her breath.

“What the hell? I should be the one asking you, JJ. I can’t believe you went behind my back for this. I know you and Elle are friends but it very well seems to be more than that.” Michael said in his normal voice, still keeping the anger in his tone.

“And so what? You would throw me out of the house?” JJ challenged him. JJ’s father scoffed at her.

“I don’t need another Roslyn situation,” Micheal yelled at JJ. “You better get your head straight.”

“Don’t you dare bring up Ros!” JJ shouted back, her voice quivering and angry tears forming in her eyes. She couldn’t believe that her father had the guts to say her dead sister’s name. If she were alive, JJ would have been living with her, away from her father’s wrath.

JJ pivoted on her heels and ran away as fast as she could from her father. She needed to get away from the situation, but especially away from him.

“I expect you back home in the next fifteen minutes!” Michael shouted as he turned his back to head home. JJ didn’t hear him. Her thoughts were muddled from all the rushing emotions. The blonde girl ran for as long as she could because she would have to think about what had happened if she stopped. JJ ran into an open clearing and a beautiful meadow presented itself as a sanctuary, a place where JJ could calm down and gather her thoughts. Wildflowers and dandelions flourished all over the bright green grass. A family of white-tailed deer hid behind the tall maple and oak trees from afar. Small bumblebees danced in the air as a chipmunk was gathering seeds near the ground to stockpile for the winter.

JJ tried her best to slowly catch her breath as she walked further into the meadow, trying to find a place to sit. She laid down once she reached the middle of the meadow and everything came rushing back. All the shouting, crying, and fading of Elle’s voice played loudly in her mind. JJ needed to get away from that but it followed her to the meadow, almost haunting her. Tears started to form and slowly dropped to the soft earth.

Why? Just why did all this have to happen? JJ thought. Why couldn’t I have my happily ever after like the other girls?

JJ covered her face with her hands as the tears fell harder. Her crying screams rang loud within the quiet meadow. At this moment, the blonde girl didn’t care if someone heard her. She got separated from the love of her life and she didn’t know how to cope with the loss.

After crying out for a few minutes, JJ’s voice started to grow hoarse. Her eyes dried up, no longer being able to produce tears. But her heart still longed and ached for Elle. Taking a big sniffle, JJ rubbed her face to get rid of the dried tears on her cheeks with the hem of her t-shirt. She got up tiredly from the ground and felt the wind passing through the meadow. Goosebumps formed from the chill summer evening air and JJ had to hug her torso to keep herself warm. Deciding to face her father’s wrath for the second time of the day, JJ slowly walked out of the meadow and into the forest, squinting her eyes as the sun was going down the horizon.

Once she reached her family home, JJ entered the house through the back kitchen door and saw her father at the dining table, reading the local newspaper. Her head hanging low, JJ shuffled to her room, without saying a word to her father.

As she entered her bedroom, a new emotion set in JJ’s heart: anger. Angry at her father, at Elle’s father, at the whole town. To JJ, there was nothing wrong with loving whoever you felt attracted to, but a small town in rural Pennsylvania thought otherwise. In a blaze of anger, the blonde girl grabbed all the polaroids that hung on the wall and threw them onto the carpeted floor with lots of force. She aggressively took the flower crown that Elle made for her and threw it out of the open window, wanting to get rid of any evidence that reminded JJ of the brunette.

Angry tears pricked JJ’s sad baby blue eyes and the blonde girl clenched her fists, trying her best to not scream. She felt life was being unfair to her. Everything that happened today was unforgivable to JJ. She hoped that her father goes to hell when he dies. Tears fell harder as JJ started to weep, hiccups coming and going.

Feeling hollow from her outburst a few minutes ago, JJ sat at the edge of her bed while staring at the floor. Her limbs felt exhausted as she laid down on the comforter. Her muscles ached from all the running she did earlier today. JJ let her eyes slowly close and Mr. Sandman did his job sprinkling his golden dust over the tired girl, hoping she gets good dreams that would distract her from the swirling emotions in her heart.

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A few weeks went by, and JJ hadn’t received anything from Elle. No phone call. No email. Not even a letter. Hope was slowly drained out of JJ’s heart as the days of August slipped into a moment in time.

Everything that JJ did or said reminded her of Elle. The blonde girl cursed herself as she wanted to get over the hurt quickly, but her heart did not allow it.

Monday. The overwhelming feeling of emptiness consumed the blonde girl as she stared at the ceiling. Her eyes trained onto a singular spot on the plaster as the golden rays of the summer evening cast down upon JJ’s face. Hurt by Christina Aguilera softly played in the background as JJ wallowed in her thoughts. Why did she have to leave? Was it because of me? It was totally because of me. Ugh– we should have run away together when we had the chance.

JJ wondered what it was like to be loved by Elle. She wondered if someday Elle would be by her side. A small headache slowly formed as JJ kept living inside her mind. Sighs filled the air and JJ closed her eyes as a way to escape the tornado of emotions that was swimming in her heart.

Tuesday. As the blonde girl was riding her bike back from the town’s bookstore, JJ decided to take a long detour. Taking the nearest alleyway, JJ changed course to head in a different direction. As each second passed, JJ pedaled faster, almost like she had an appointment somewhere.

A red building was approaching fast and JJ had to hit her breaks, almost falling off her bike. The blonde girl tried to catch her breath as she looked over at the empty building. People were not bustling about and fixing cars. The scent of grease was no longer present in the late summer air. All the spare cars were taken back to the local junkyard, ready to be rusting the days away. And most importantly, Elle wasn’t there. A white picket was staked in the front, saying “For Sale”.

With a sliver of hope, JJ prayed that Elle came back as the blonde girl started to pedal back her way home.

Wednesday. Grey clouds took over the typically light blue Erie sky. The warm summer rain danced rapidly across the black asphalt as JJ solemnly sat by her window. Hoping that Elle would tear the curtains open, JJ fixated her gaze at the empty room with glassy eyes. No one had bought the now empty house in the past few weeks, the “For Sale” sign gently swaying along with the wind. The blonde girl hadn’t moved her position in a few hours, also like a skeleton hanging on a hook. All empty inside and the only thing that filled the void was her hurt and longing for a certain brunette. It was like JJ’s soul was taken away when Elle left.

JJ sat with her knees up to her chest, with her chin resting on the kneecaps. The pain in her heart was far greater than the aching pain in her muscles and joints. The wind changed direction and the rain splattered into JJ’s room. JJ was unbothered by this as her clothes slowly started to get wet and her skin got chills from the rain. She sat in this position for another fourteen minutes before getting up from the ornate chair. The girl grumbled as she moved the chair back to where it was with the desk. She went back to the window and shut it with ease.

Feeling tired, JJ slowly changed out of her wet clothes into a cotton pajama set, designed with blue butterflies. She rolled up her wet clothes into a ball and threw it like a basketball into the hamper, scoring it inside. A tiny smile formed, but as quickly it came, it disappeared just as fast.

The blonde girl slowly climbed into her bed, covering herself with the comforter. Her eyes drooped with tiredness as JJ tried to relax her aching limbs.

I will spend my whole life loving you, was the last thought JJ had before she dozed off into a dreamless sleep.

Thursday. JJ took a walk after eating dinner with her family. She needed to get away from them, as tension was building up in the Jareau house. The blonde girl walked past the entrance to the secret garden that she and Elle frequented. She paused in the middle of the sidewalk. Tempted to enter, JJ held out her hand to hover over the rusted iron handle, only to hesitate. Memories rushed into her mind, reminding her of that fateful day. But a little sliver of hope was felt in her heart and JJ proceeded to enter the secret garden. Weaving her way through the tall hedges, JJ speed-walked towards a certain place and passed by some bushes blooming with pink roses. She was able to find the special spot that was her’s and Elle’s. Feeling blue, JJ walked up to the same tall oak tree from weeks ago and sat by the overgrown roots, curling up to a fetal position. She wanted to feel something, anything, as the scent of lemongrass wafted into the air. JJ looked up, hoping that it was Elle, but all she was greeted to was a blank space.

Friday. JJ was spending her night wallowing in her heartache. She slowly strummed her acoustic guitar, the dissonant chords rang into the silent air. A knock was heard at her bedroom door, signaling that someone was there, waiting to enter the somber room.

“JJ….” the blonde girl’s mother gently called out her name.

“....Come in.” JJ croaked out, her voice hoarse from the lack of talking from the past few weeks. Mrs. Jareau opened the door and entered JJ’s room with a peculiar package in her hands. She gently placed the package on the messily made bed.

“This package came from someone special.” Once those words came out of Mrs. Jareau’s mouth, JJ snapped her head up to look at her mother.

Knowing her daughter’s answer, Mrs. Jareau exited out of the bedroom, hoping the package would bring JJ out of her heartache. When her mother left, JJ stared at the package on the edge of her bed, the package taunting her to open it. The blonde placed her guitar by her bedside and grabbed the oddly-shaped package.

JJ carefully pulled the transparent ribbon off and peeled off the brown paper wrapping. Inside was a royal blue cotton blanket, with a scarlet letter laid on top of it. In messy handwriting, the letter was addressed to JJ. The blonde girl slowly opened the letter, unfolding the paper in her hands. Her tired eyes began to read the scribbled content of the letter.

Dear JJ,

I’m sorry for what happened. Everything was all my fault. I knew the consequences if we were discovered together, but I didn’t care. I only ever cared about you. This letter and the gifted blanket are a way for you to remember me.

We’ll see each other again — I promise.

Love, Elle

The blonde girl picked up the soft blue blanket and brought it close to her chest, to feel close to her lost love. A teardrop slowly fell down JJ’s solemn face. One by one, more tears fell, dripping onto the paper wrapping.

“I love you, please don’t go.”

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feirceangel · 3 years

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Imagine | Skinwalker pt. 1 (Lost Boys)

Pt. 2

Imagine being a skin-walker (an immortal who can transform into an animal, in this case a large wolf like dog) and being taken in by the guys.

Word Count: 1609

You've been living alone for quite some time now, always on the move. Never staying still for too long in case someone discovers your secret.

Skin-walkers are rare; only a few have ever come into existence since the beginning of time. You're one of them, wise and ancient beyond your appearance.

Anyone who saw you in your human form would assume your age to be around the twenties, and they would be terribly wrong.

Being immortal can be lonely, though, especially for a skin-walker of your kind. Dogs are loyal and loving, craving affection just as they crave food.

That's why it's hard when you find someone to love, and they are taken from you in only a few decades.

Fed up with the pain, you've been living solo for years, out in the wilderness where no one can find you.

You've missed civilization, though, so one day you decide to go back.

Nighttime on the boardwalk in Santa Carla. The perfect time to be out and about, discovering awesome things to do.

People, each individual as different as the sands of the earth, wander around, listening to the live concert, and enjoying the sights and activities available.

The Lost Boys, as they are called by the locals, arrive at the boardwalk on their motorbikes. Paul and Marko laugh and jostle each other as David smokes and Dwayne observes the crowd with a smile.

The vampires are accustomed to the night scene of the city. People dancing and yelling and doing everything else imaginable as the boys look on, sometime joining in.

Tonight, something feels different. The air sparks with more electricity and the stars shine a bit brighter, although no one except Dwayne really pays attention.

A loud howl cuts through the air, trying its best to break through the many noises of Santa Carla. It succeeds in gaining the attention of the four vampires.

"You hear that?" Marko asks excitedly. He was sometimes easily entertained with the seemingly smallest things.

Paul grins, "Yeah, dude. It sounded like a wolf or something."

"A wolf around Santa Carla? That's never happened before."

"It's probably just a mutt," David drawls, taking a drag from his cigarette. "But let's go check it out anyways."

He drops the cig and crushes it under his heel before mounting his bike. The others follow suit and soon they are racing towards the forest where the howl came from.

Another howl sounds, more sorrowful than the last. They slow as they approach the source, looking around warily with excited grins plastered on some of their faces.

In the centre of a small foggy clearing, sits a marvellous creature. As large as a wolf, although some of its features varied from the traditional wolf, sits a dog, whose h/c coat gleams in the starlight.

Its e/c eyes stare soulfully at them as they come to stand in front of it.

"See, told you it was a mutt," David states, clearing unimpressed. The dog flattens it's ears at the remark before shaking its head pointedly.

"Look, it's tied up!" Marko says, noticing the heavy chain wrapped around its neck.

"C'mon dude, help," Paul moves closer towards the animal, who doesn't move a muscle, it's eyes trained on Dwayne.

The curly blond cautiously approaches alongside Paul, helping him take the chain from around its neck.

"Shh, it's alright," he pauses. He doesn't know the sex of the creature, so he glances down. "Girl," he adds, nodding to himself.

Marko tosses the chain aside before petting the dog, grinning wide at the soft feeling of her fur in his fingers. Paul joins and pets the dog as well.

The dog's foot thumps rapidly as they ruffle her fur in a loving manner, getting that sweet spot on her neck.

"Can we keep her, David? Please?" Paul begs, looking up with a large grin.

David rolls his eyes, "Seriously? We don't need a stray."

"Max has one," Marko argues, making puppy eyes at the group's secondary leader.

"Max has a hellhound, not some runaway mongrel," David shoots back.

"I say we vote on it," Paul declares, scratching the dog's chin before standing with his arms crossed.

Marko nods but sits down beside the dog with a happy smile as the dog licks his cheek affectionately.

"I vote we keep her!" Marko chirps.

Paul states his agreement.

They turn to Dwayne pointedly and so does the dog, her head tilted questioningly.

He sighs and smiles, "Let's keep her."

David scoffs, but shrugs in defeat, "Fine, but I ain't dealing with it."

Marko and Paul let out yips of joy as the dog lets out a happy howl. The dog leaps up and goes to Dwayne, pressing her head against his hand. He pats her with a soft smile.

Back at the cave, David is seated on his old wheelchair, Paul on the broken fountain, Dwayne by his stereo, and Marko on the floor next to you.

You had followed the boys to their home, instantly liking it. There was a couch and a bed, and other things that you haven't seen for a long time. A bond had formed instantly between you and three of the boys, although David was more opposed to your presence.

"I guess we better name you, huh?" Marko says happily.

You whine and nod as David rolls his eyes. "It can't understand you, Mark. It's an animal."

Shaking your head, you paw at Marko as he stops rubbing circles through your fur. He continues the motion, making you smile in appreciation.

You know they're vampires. How could you not notice the otherworldly scent coming from them. You've met vampires before, although none as nice as these.

Vampires can read minds, or, at least, most minds. Yours is impenetrable when you so desire. And, right now, you want your mind all to yourself.

The whole chained-up-in-the-forest act was precisely that: an act. You put yourself in that position and cried out for help, determined to find someone worthy to befriend.

And, these four vamps heard your pleas and helped you.

"How about 'Girly'?" Marko suggests.

You growl and shake your head, baring your teeth.

He laughs, "Okay, something more badass then."

"What about 'Princess'?" Paul offers before inhaling some suspicious smoke from his joint.

Another loud disapproving growl sounds from your throat.

He chuckles.

David sneers, "How about 'Bitch'?"

You turn your e/c orbs towards him, glaring at him. He's unfazed, so you stand, ignoring Marko's protests, and stalk towards the platinum blond.

He raises his eyebrows and stares you down. You sit directly in front of him, staring right back at him.

A moment of silence.

"This dog is freaky."

Nods from all of the boys.

"That's why she's perfect for us!" Paul exclaims.

You look back to Marko, silently telling him to continue searching for a name.

He seems to get it as he hums thoughtfully. "'Biscuit'?"

Nope.

He sighs, "I'm out of ideas."

Dwayne speaks up, the first time in awhile that he has done so, "Venus."

He says it like he knows it fits and that you'd like it.

You yip with approval, wagging your tail.

He smiles knowingly.

"Aww, why'd she like your suggestion?" Marko complains, tossing a pillow at the dark haired boy. He snatches it from the air with a smirk.

You get up and stretch before heading onto the bed behind the curtain. They each watch you, curious as to what you're gonna do.

Scratching at the covers, you bury yourself in them, away from prying eyes. A cracking noise fills the cave as your bones rearrange and your body shifts.

It's been a long time since you've been in your human form, but you love the fresh feeling. Carefully wrapping the blanket around your naked form, you peek out from behind the curtains.

Everyone looks at you, slack jawed. Paul then glances at the joint in his hand in disbelief. "Are you guys seeing it too?"

"Yeah, dude," Marko breathes out in awe. "Venus is a woman. A hot woman."

Dwayne smiles, "Skin-walker."

"What's that?" Marko asks, confused.

"It's a being who can change form," David says, grinning. Apparently, he likes this fascinating turn of events.

"Woah."

You step out completely, still covered by the blanket, "If you're quite done talking about me like I'm not here, would one of you be so kind as to lend me some clothes?"

Marko leaps up, ready to fetch one of his crop-tops. He knows you'd look stunning in his clothes.

Before he has the chance, Dwayne tosses you a large loose shirt. He doesn't really wear his shirts anyways, so he won't miss it.

Marko pouts, but watches dumbly as you drop the blanket without thinking and tug the shirt over your head, letting it slip onto your body.

Paul whistles and David keeps smirking.

"What is your true name?" Dwayne questions, eyes boring into yours.

"I was called Y/n L/n on the day of my birth, although I've had many since. The newest being Venus."

David addresses you, "Why are you here?"

You smile shyly, "I was lonely, so I found a family."

"Family?" David echoes.

"I like her," Paul announces, "I like you."

The smile on your face grows wide as he hugs you.

"Hey! I like her too!" Marko exclaims, not about to be outdone.

You open your arms, inviting him into the hug. He eagerly accepts, and you embrace the two blonds.

Dwayne smiles again and, surprisingly, joins in. David watches from his seat, a grin on his face.

"Welcome to the family."

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willow-tree-writes · 4 years

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✾Almost Lover✾

JJ Maybank x Reader

Summary: Y/N and JJ had a beautiful summer romance, but once the summer is over, so are they.

Request: N/A

Author’s Note: This is my first song fic. I cut out some lyrics, just so it fit better with the writing. It’s based off the song ‘Almost Lover’ by A Fine Frenzy, and I 100% recommend listening to it. It’s really good. Also, I have to admit, I like writing angst a little too much.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Angst, Cursing, Little Fluff

!I don’t own this gif!

Your fingertips across my skin The palm trees swayin' in the wind Images

The sound of waves crashing against the shore was a sound you became familiar with as you had grown up around it. The smell of the saltwater was a fragrance you held dear as it seemed like your permanent perfume. The light wind that rustled everything, including your hair and the many trees surrounding you, was a nice cool down from the heat of the North Carolinian sun.

JJ made a game in his mind to catch every little hair that blew away from your face as you were hypnotized by all your senses.

You were none the wiser as to what was going on in the blond's mind. He noticed your lack of swatting his hands away, something you would normally do after you had done your hair, specifically for a date with him.

He stopped his game, now just watching you. You looked so peaceful, the sun shining and making your H/C hair glow.

He admired your beauty all the time. He just couldn’t ever get enough of you. He never would get enough of you.

You glanced over at him, blushing when you noticed he was staring. “What?”

He smiled cheekily, loving it when you blush. “You’re beautiful.” He said, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and letting his fingertips trail over your skin.

You shivered at his touch, but snuggled into it.

We walked along a crowded street You took my hand and danced with me

JJ was practically racing down the street, dodging Pogues and Tourons left and right, dragging you right behind him.

You couldn't help the giggle that erupted from your throat at the blonde's eagerness. "JJ, if you aren't careful, we're gonna trample someone." She wasn't even sure if he had heard her, as the area they were in was loud at this time of day.

"You're so slow, Y/N!" JJ called out behind him, pulling you more.

A man sat on the sidewalk, crisscross, playing guitar, and singing. His guitar case was open and there were some coins and cash strewed around it.

Something about the tune he perfectly strummed and vocalized felt familiar to you.

You paused, almost jerking JJ back with you. "Hey, listen to him!" You were giddy, bouncing up and down a little.

"Babe," he started to whine a little, "come on we're already late."

You slipped your hand out of his hold and made your way in front of the musician. Digging into your pocket, you pulled out a couple of dollars and put them in his case.

JJ sighed in slight frustration as he pushed some people out of his way to see what you were doing. He couldn't help the smirk forming on his face as you started to sway back and forth.

You spotted him watching you and smiled, reaching out your hand to him. Without hesitation he grabbed it and pulled you close to him, wrapping an arm around your waist and swaying with you.

You two did that for the rest of the song before JJ pulled you back through the crowd of people. You wished you didn’t stop, but you had that memory to hold on to.

And when you left you kissed my lips You told me you'd never ever forget these Images No...

Your hands quivered as his lips left yours, the warmth leaving with him. You knew that would be the last time you felt it.

HE spoke as his lips were inches from yours. “I’m sorry, Y/N…” His voice was quiet and soft like he was talking to an upset child. Which you probably looked like.

You could only shake your head, not trusting any words to leave your mouth. You knew if you so much as opened it, the tears you tried so hard to hide would flow like a river.

He still had his hands resting on your hips, not yet wanting to let go. “We both knew this was coming.” He sighs, knowing you wouldn’t speak. “We’re from different sides of the island, and-”

You cut him off. “That shouldn’t matter.” You muttered, a bit angrily, not caring anymore about the tears that started to spill. “If you really loved me, you wouldn’t give a fuck about what others thought.”

It was true you were from two completely different lifestyles. You were a Kook who grew up on Figure Eight, childhood best friends with none other than the Kook Princess, Sarah Cameron. You were given everything from birth. JJ was a Pogue that grew up on the Cut, hanging out only with his crowd. He had to work for everything he had.

When you two first got together, you made a stupid decision to split after the summer was over. That way you both could go to your normal lives without repercussions. You thought you’d just have a summer fling. Something different from what you’re used to.

You didn’t think you’d end up falling for the boy right before you.

Except a broken heart was a worse fate than having your parents disappointed in you.

JJ sighed, slowly letting his hands drop to his side. “Babe…”

“Don’t ‘Babe’ me.” You snapped, taking a step back.

He tried to take a step closer. “Please, I’m doing this for you cause I love you.”

“No, you’re not!” You practically yelled. Tears were streaming down and onto your lips. “If you really loved me you would stay by me. You wouldn’t leave me. Not like this.” Your voice quieted down, choking back sobs.

He wouldn’t, couldn’t fight with you. Everything he did this past summer was for you. “I’m sorry, Y/N.” He shook his head and looked down. He couldn’t cry. Not in front of you. Not now.

You let out a quiet sob. “Just go…” You said, barely above a whisper.

He looked up at you. “I’ll never forget any of this, Y/N. I won’t forget us.”

Your lip quivered as you squeezed your eyes shut. “Leave, JJ!” You couldn’t even bear looking at him.

Goodbye my Almost Lover Goodbye my Hopeless Dream

You opened your eyes and only watched as he walked away. He was so close, yet so far.

You wanted desperately to call out for him. To run up to him and hug him. To say sorry. To beg for him to take you back. But you couldn’t. You made a stupid agreement, and it came time to pay up to it.

He didn’t look back at you as he got on his motorbike and rode off. He didn’t look back at you as he felt you standing at the gate of your house. He didn’t look back at you as he threw your heart on the ground and stomped on it until it was beaten beyond recognition.

The sound of his bike triggered your relationship to flash before your eyes. The months you spent walking the beach together, driving around the island, and waking up next to him.

It was as if it all was just fake.

I cannot go to the ocean

Sarah had forced you to go swimming with her the day before school starts. It was your last day of freedom, she called it. You lost your freedom when he left.

She didn’t have trouble taking off her cover and running into the water.

As soon as your feet hit the water, tears threatened to spill. The water that looked so much like his stunning eyes.

JJ always ran ahead of you into the water, diving in to wet his hair. Then, when he noticed you were far away, he would come back to you and pull you in. He’d force you under the water with him, even when you didn’t want to ruin your hair.

Without a word to Sarah, you turned and rushed out of the water. You heard her call out to you, but you didn’t turn around.

She didn’t know. She didn’t know that your heart was taken by JJ. She wouldn’t understand what you were going through.

I cannot drive the streets at night

You had just spent the weekend on the mainland. Your dad had some business there and your mom made you go. She figured it would be good for you to get out of the OBX for a little while.

It was probably close to 1 am. You were driving home so late so you could get home in time for school on Monday. Lucky you.

You rested your head against the cold window, letting your eyes close.

You and JJ always went on midnight drives when one of you couldn’t sleep. He usually was the one driving, and you’d always fall asleep next to him.

Fall asleep, like you were about to do now.

You jolted yourself up. Rubbing your eyes, you felt wetness on your hand. You ignored it and stared out the windshield, trying to push off any thoughts of JJ. In a quiet car, it was hard.

You didn’t want your dad to see you in such a state over a boy he never liked in the first place.

I cannot wake up in the morning Without you on my mind

The alarm echoed throughout the large room. It was a Saturday morning, but your parents insisted you keep a regular waking up schedule.

With your eyes closed, you grabbed your phone and turned the ringing off. You dropped your phone next to you and laid on your side.

Slowly opening your eyes, there was a split second where you saw him. He was on his back, eyes closed and breathing lightly. Then he was on his side, facing you, eyes open a crack. The blue of his eyes were more of a grey without any light streaming in.

“Morning…” He would say just loud enough for you to hear him. His voice, laced with sleep, was enough to allure you back to sleep.

You blinked, and he was gone. You blinked, and your pillow had little wet spots. You blinked, and you crumbled into a mess of sheets and blankets.

How did he expect you to act like nothing happened? How did he expect you to act like the love you two shared was just a dream?

He might have been fine with the idea, but you were breaking. And you knew you wouldn’t be able to be fixed so easily, if at all.

Should've known you'd bring me heartache Almost Lovers always do...

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roylustang · 4 years

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ya ya I started working out exactly a year ago

There’s been a lot of ups and downs. One year ago I couldn’t run half a mile and I had horrible IBS. I was still considered thin by any conventional standard but I couldn’t put my carry-on in the overhead bin on planes without help. Then one day I was watching attack on titan and staring out my dorm room window at the gym and everything kind of collided at once. Obviously basing body standards off any form of media (esp anime lmfao) is stupid. But I thought “fuck it. I want to be strong. I want abs. I’ve always wanted to have abs and people do have abs so its obviously possible, even if its hard,” I also used to run a lot when I was a kid and I remembered loving it, even though I hadn’t run in 5 years at the time.

So I started going to the gym, a LOT. I have to say I was very disappointed when I couldn’t run more than a few laps around the gym at the time. So instead, I bounced around from cardio machine to machine. Rowing, cycling, stair-stepping, and my second true love- the elliptical. I didn’t realize what was going on at first at the time, but after the first couple of months going to the gym, namely to use the elliptical, became my favorite part of the day. I would say to myself “okay I’m gonna go easy today, I’ll stick to like 130ish rpm” but 45 minutes in im going absolutely apeshit at like 170-180 rpm if my hearts not physically exploding bc I’m literally having the time of my life. I saw a youtube comment last week that (jokingly) said Queen wrote “don’t stop me now” about running, and I wholeheartedly Feel That, which is why its one of my fave songs in my running playlist.

At this point my IBS was gone. just straight up. It used to be if I ate anywhere past the point of normal satiation I got IBS. I could only eat one full bowl of soup from the dining hall. Any more and it got triggered. Going out to restaurants was a nightmare. I had just gotten prescribed a muscle relaxant bc I started having horrible stomach cramps that woke me up in the middle of the night and made me have to puke for the next eight hours. I’ve never had to use it. Now I eat entire boxes of mac n cheese at once with no problem. I can eat an entire burrito from chipotle now. I can eat however much the fuck I want now, and now I can’t possibly eat enough.

Eventually, I thought to myself, “i don’t want to just have a good body now, I want to accomplish something,” but its not like the elliptical is a sport. But you know what is.....running. Now it was Thanksgiving, and I hadn’t tried running since early September. I’d been spending probably 3-5 hours a week on the elliptical, and I had no idea how that transferred to running, so I hopped on the treadmill. The farthest I’d ever run in my life was a 10k (6.2 miles) five years prior. So when my first real attempt back at running landed me at 4.5 miles I was ecstatic. I only stopped because I was wearing cotton socks and I got blisters so horrible I couldn’t walk the next day (pls for the love of god invest in sports socks they’re expensive af but theyre so worth it). I remembered immediately how much I used to love running. Eventually I decided I wanted to run a half marathon.

The problem, however, with developing your cardio fitness on an elliptical and moving into running is that suddenly your heart can do a lot more than your joints/tendons/bones can handle. Fast-forwarding through a lot, as COVID was ravaging Asia and starting to hit Europe, I got my first mild running injury--hip bursitis-- about 5 weeks before the half marathon. I went back to the elliptical for the most part and healed just in time to do my first, and last (for now) race, the day before my city went into quarantine. I was still strength training at this point, but after about two months, I stopped focusing on weights bc I got kind of de-motivated and started focusing mainly instead on marathon training. (This is a mistake--if you want to run a marathon, having strong leg muscles will prevent injuries. Do lunges or die).

About halfway through the training plan I got injured again (runner’s knee), but this time long enough to take me out of the game, not that there was an actual game to be had bc COVID. Honestly the injury probably occurred bc I a) don’t know how to take a fucking break b) was not strength training and c) wasn’t cross-training bc the gym was closed and I didn’t have access to anything else. So now it’s mid-July, I’m crying on the phone to my mom and impulse buying a used bike on fb marketplace. My $100 superficially shitty but functionally unbelievably durable 10-speed huffy.

I scrapped the marathon I was planning to run by myself at home over labor day, and instead doubled the marathon training plan mileage for my bike, which works out surpisingly nicely (same time and calorie commitment lol). All of which finally culminated in my push to cancer alley (ironically) and back on Saturday.

I don’t think I honestly expected myself to stick to it for even four months, let alone a year, which gives me an incredible sense of confidence in myself. Now I feel like literally anything is possible. I already told you what I couldn’t do one year ago. Now I can put my carryons in the overhead bin no problem. I can run at least 13+ miles at a time and bike 50+ miles. I only lost 8 lbs in the entire year, but my body fat percentage went from 32% to 22%. And I also have the stupidest tan lines imaginable, but they don’t come without stories.

Keep ur goals lofty and make ur progress one step at a time.

#heres the fuckin story of my life lmao #jk just the story of this past year #a lot sure does happen in one year fucking OOF #running #biking #lifting #maddie’s misadventures #can't wait to see what this year brings #I already have big plans #no one gon read this but itll b nostalgic for me later #its also for my Records

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sammyhale · 5 years

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J2 ChiCon 2019 Main Panel

J2 jump onstage!

The Chicago weather is at fault of HBO because of the Game of Thrones premiere. Jensen: Winter is here. Jared: They're trying to upstage us AND the Star Wars convention

Jared: Anyone running the Boston Marathon at 6 am tomorrow? Jensen: NOPE. * indicates audience and himself* SMART PEOPLE. Then he teases Jared that with all the canceled flights and snow in Chicago, he might also not be running it.

Jensen is going to direct in Season 15 and imagined there will probably be a lot of behind the scenes carries, though they don't know what it'll look like.

Apparently, everyone who has ever been on Supernatural has been reaching out to Jared like "So! Last season! Can I come back?" He's like THERE HAVE BEEN SO MANY EPISODES, WE COULD DO A PERSON EVERY DAY FOR A YEAR AND NOT RUN OUT OF PEOPLE TO BRING BACK

Fan: Will Cas’s initials ever be carved into the table? Jared: No, he’s not a Winchester Jensen: Who are we talking about?

Trolling fan asking when Cas will sign the table. Jensen says eventually the table will be like a guest book and everyone who walks by signs in. Jensen gets to the heart of the issue saying that it loses its meaning if everyone carves their initials on there.

Jared jokes that Cas should sign the underside of the table. Jensen says he should sign a chair or something easily removable, then they can easily be like "SAM, CAS IS HERE. BRING BACK THE CHAIR."

Jensen on the carved initials in the bunker: It’s an iconic image that was messed with and it's conflicting, I expect there to be more of the same in the next season. I always loved what that initially stood for and now it’s been added to. The addition of Mary's initials changed that iconic image but it's also a memory of her.

J2: We're constantly inspired and humbled by the fandom.

Advice for someone about to do theatre? Jared: You've done theatre way more recently than me. Jensen: DON'T ACTUALLY BREAK YOUR LEG. "You're gonna be nervous. Use it." Jared adds that things will go off plan. Be ready for that moment and embrace it.

Asked about pranks, they talk about how Jared was recently kicked off set for making Misha laugh too much. But he army crawled back. Everyone could see Jared on the floor except Misha who was looking away. Jensen directed the camera down to Jared. Then suddenly Misha yells because Jared snuck up and grabbed him.

Jensen: They both had bruises...like they went to some odd bondage party. Jared: We did that later... :P

Their pranks are more opportunistic than the planned stunts people want to believe they get into. Jensen: It's more target practice than anything. *pointing to Jared* But he's committed though.

Jensen keeps patting Jared’s leg.

They got asked what they would ask a super fan after being asked what question they wish someone would ask. Jared: I've never been asked so many questions about what questions I want. Jensen: They've run out of things to ask us. Don't you see what's happening??

JARED WAS DOING A LONG SILLY RIFF LEADING BACK INTO A QUESTION OVER AND OVER AND JENSEN WAS GOOGLING THROUGH IT AND WHEN HE FINISHED JENSEN YELLED "He's still got it!!!" and they did an exploding fist bump :))

Fan: “I’m a born and raised Chicago girl” Jared: “Me too” *waves with a smile*

Favorite parts of Chicago? Jared: rock & roll McDonalds Jensen: River Park Area, Big Star

A few years ago Jensen, kids, Danneel and Misha ate at a restaurant in Chicago. Danneel ate a super hot pepper and was having a meltdown but Misha didn’t wait to see how it turned out and also at one. They were pouring water on their faces and Jensen was laughing at them.

Jared came to Chicago in high school. He'd never encountered someone asking for $ so when asked for change he said, "Sorry, I only have large bills." Jared: I could see in his face he was thinking "I should rob this kid probably? He's too dumb. He'll need that to get home."

“We’ve aged but not grown up.” Jared: I went from a wannabe to a has been in one show!

Jensen: This has been the journey of a lifetime playing this character and alongside these great friends being able to play this alongside friends, but who will be friends for a lifetime, like Jared and Misha.

Jensen: Playing Dean has been a bit of an escape at times.

Jared: I've learned to forgive myself just as Sam and Dean have learned to forgive

Jared: Misha and I have this conversation, life had all this promise and now it feels like we are past our prime. If anything we are able to provide for our friends and family.

Earliest memory? Jared jokes: Swimming in a race against millions. Jensen: Congratulations you won, how does it feel to be a winner?

Jared: I remember learning how to ride a bike!

When he was a kid, Jensen would get up, sheriffs hat and vest on, his entire ensemble, and play cowboys, that’s how he got his bowlegs lol

J2 cracking each other up :)

Jared mentions laundry. People cheer. He goes, "Lot of laundry fans! Shout out Gain!" Jensen: Are you a Gain man? Jared: I am a proud Gain man. Also softener! Jensen: You use SOFTENER. Jared: No? WHAT DO YOU LIKE TO WEAR CARDBOARD *touches his sweater*oh Jensen: I'M SOFT ENOUGH.

Jared likes seeing Sam and Cas on a case together.

Someone recently gave JJ a gift & she just looked at it and was like, "There's no pink on it." Jensen: So I had to give her a daddy lecture about how it doesn't matter what you get, you say thank you. JJ: But what if there's no pink on it?

Recently Tom got in trouble for saying Fuck at school. Jensen: I WONDER WHERE HE LEARNED THAT. Both boys laugh and then Jensen whispers, "Me." Then Jared and Gen had to ask him what he said and grab each other's legs like DON'T LAUGH.

Jared: We don't do baby talk around the kids. Jensen: C L E A R L Y.

Fan: If you two were hunters in real life what would you drive? Jared: Tank! Jensen: a James bond kinda car that can go invisible when you go underwater.

Young fan: How did you get so tall? Jared: I drink a lot of milk. I eat a lot. Jensen: If you're looking to get tall, just do what Jared does. He has a contraption in his home that stretches him. Eat a lot and then just stretch out.

Fun on set? Jennsen: Between filming, he and I have always filled that time with a lot of fun things.

Most fun they've had on set?: Jared answers broadly: falling in love with his wife, meeting life-long friends. Jensen talks about moments they've gone out of their way to create: ping pong competitions, the first day of autumn when they play baseball, etc.

Last question: How often do they eat on set? Jensen said he used to just shove food in his mouth in early seasons, but now he takes maybe one bite. That one scene where Dean put spaghetti in a taco? It was Jensen’s idea. “The things we do for art.”

During a scene, Jensen takes one bite and interrupts all other bites with dialogue. Jared is very impressed with how good he's gotten at fitting his mouth into bite marks he already made lol.

Info via: Fangasm, Cherie, Amy, #SPNChi

#j2 #jared padalecki #jensen ackles #chicon #spnchi #long post #panel sum #shpost

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sselkie · 4 years

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C H A R A C T E R S T U D Y ⇁ ( 1 / ? )

They never knew who to blame it on. The gender. The sex. Perhaps the doctor was the best choice. He had always insisted that it would be a boy; a strong, healthy baby boy that would make his parents proud. He would play football, listen to classical music, become a lawyer. God was sending them a saint. The perfect son. Except you were not a saint, or a son for that matter. Someone had to paint the crib pink and buy some dresses. In fact, all the pants would have to go. Even the binkies and the bibs were the wrong colors. And they certainly couldn’t name a little girl Penley. Only a monster would do that.

The first words that graced your ears were from that of the doctor, a statement twisted into a question. “It’s . . a girl?” Then your parents had clamored, began panicking. “Wrap her up in a pink blanket! Get rid of the blue — you told us it’d be a boy!” A baby girl. What a nuisance. They’d raise you as their daughter, and what would you do? You’d just take someone else’s name in the end, continue on a different person’s legacy. Bullshit. Total bullshit. But what could they do?

Yet, they took you home. Long, sleepless nights exchanged between your parents. It should come as a surprise that they refused to hire a nanny with their deep pockets. Part of you might always wonder how they could want you and care for you as a child: screaming, helpless, annoying.

II.

For years, they kept telling you a baby brother was on the way. Their expected prince. But for years they couldn’t seem to make it happen. The longer they failed, the farther pregnancy seemed away. Your hopeful little smile dipped farther from returning each time the announcement was retracted. Nonetheless, your father would go out and buy a bouquet each time he’d think they’d done it. You’d sit by them for a few hours each day, memorizing the different colors and the droop of the petals, until eventually you couldn’t help but touch them. The velvety petals would roll between your clumsy fingers and if you didn’t accidentally take one off, then the next morning you’d return and they’d have retracted.

It tended to be those same days your parents would get into a heated discussion — the doctor informing them that no, they were not pregnant though you’d tried your best to beg him for a different answer. You would proceed to coax the flower back out, talking till your throat was raw, and your mom peppered you with kisses to inform you that bedtime had arrived. The connection was simple to reach for, but you’d always eventually give in and feel the petals between your fingers. You’d certainly love a baby brother with golden hair like yours, but he was not here and you could not solve that. You loved the flowers, and it was too trying not to strain for their embrace.

Other days, Mama would set up a picnic out back, the woods edging against your backyard and the wildflowers calling you from a distance. Those were the times that Dad would be at work all day. You’d fill your mother’s antique tea-set with your special punch — melted popsicles, and sip away under the Indiana sunshine. She’d let you run free, go screaming victoriously into the forest. Those were different times. Sometimes you’d come back without a shirt, your skirt riding high in all your childhood glory and she’d lift you up into her arms and chastise you with a smile. Then, you’d both disappear in the forest looking for the lost articles of clothing as she talked about how children of God were supposed to wear clothes and that you were not a witch, not like the people far down the street.

III.

The news came too soon. Father fumed for days, raving on and on about how that this wasn’t his fault. Given, you didn’t learn till years later that it truly wasn’t. There was no chance for that baby brother you and your mother dreamed about aloud on sunny, summer days. Hope lay stagnant between your parents, but hidden in your underbelly waiting for a new dream to arise. Dormant, realizing that they had hit a wall, Mama and Dad never recovered. Weekends spent watching reruns of Tom and Jerry interchangeably with them were warped into something else. A nightmare you never understood of vodka, rum, wine, beer, anything really.

Being perfectly honest, the difficult part was never tucking yourself in at night. It was that you still loved them when they would not give in to your childish pleas of coming home, going inside, and just falling asleep. So that your worrying may not warp your dreams into nightmares. From there, alcohol was the easiest thing to erase from your future.

But with fifth grade arrived a project. It hadn’t seemed significant at first, just wasteful. You didn’t want to spend the time prepping a tri-fold when you could be running rampant in the woods outside or riding your bike to the park or painting. At some point your parents had even cracked and bought you an easel once they’d tired of constant finger-painting. Of course, you’d rather be tracing dandelions than doing homework. With topics being plucked up within days of the two week assignment, you scrambled for whatever was thrown your way. That was when you knew what you wanted. The job fair had gone smoothly; the idea of being a real life police officer racing through your mind. That concept, the possibility of helping people snagged under your skin.

IV.

Teenage years passed as a blur in your peripheral vision. They were years of confusion, certainly. You definitely weren’t interested in sex, though you assumed you’d just wait till you found the right person. Additionally, you never bothered dating; you’d rather ignore how you’d always need to strike up a conversation with Jen from physics.

Eventually, your parents gave up on trying to sell you the life of a florist as opposed to that of a police officer. In fact, they struggled for anything else they could get you to do. A nurse. A mother. A teacher. A waitress. A secretary. “Please, anything, but a man’s job.” Your mom was known to beg and for a while you had made them happy as a waitress, saving money and waiting till you could move out.

It was no big shock to most in the church community when you were offered a job. You still do not understand your parent’s complete disdain. Many people aren’t thick-skulled. They had accepted the possibility of a woman working a man’s job. Still, the offer was huge to a girl like you. It has been what you’d wanted since forever. You’d have to attend the police academy, not too far from Wheeler, but not within the town limits. In return, you were promised a job at the Wheeler Police Department and half of your tuition paid for.

You accepted without hesitation and with a noticeable lack of any conversation exchanged with your parents on the topic. Inevitably, the good news couldn’t be stifled for long. Believe it or not, you knew right when they knew; father insisted you were to leave. Your mom, as always, only offered a saddening smile behind his back. You took what was important: your flower pots, bed, bike, clothes, painting supplies, and toothbrush. And in a fit of frustration and rage, you dumped their wine stand onto the floor. The glass and alcohol pooled into a mosaic; one that you can still remember, a message from God no doubt hidden somewhere in it. But you were gone, sprinting out the door and swinging into your friend’s pick-up before it could speak to you. As far as you know it still sits there, waiting to be translated.

Two and a half years passed quicker than you expected and graduation occurred late April. It was the ceremony that churned by in two and a half years rather than two and a half hours. You achieved near two disembodied claps after your name rang across the stage. There was no “that’s my girl” or cowbell echoing distantly.

Within the week after, you had your hand on the bible and an apartment. The week after that, your first day on the job. An early birthday present, better than lamenting in the Chinese restaurant for the third year in a row.

Soon though, it seemed that with your hiring came an avalanche of horror. Cassie Klein’s disappearance. You’d broken down in the brush behind the Klein’s house less than an hour after arriving on the scene, praying to God that he need not do this. This karma was reserved for you, not a child. And yet, it appeared he hadn’t listened, not since you had cried till utterly raw with blood dripping from your nose.

These mental breaks were never supposed to become ritual. But ever since her disappearance (one year exactly), you cannot catch a break. You want to do good so badly that maybe you don’t know when to quit, but you’d like to learn how to do better.

#TW: alcholism #TW: sexism #& . ( i could have been a great many things. ) / * bio.#& . ( hearts like flowers cannot be rudely handled but must open naturally... ) / * aesthetic.

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mydearldydisdain · 4 years

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I was tagged by @evies20dollars to answer some fifty questions! I’ll do it like she did, under the cut

1. What is the color of your hairbrush? Pink!

2. Name a food you never eat. This is...hard? I’m not really a picky eater so I’m just trying to think of something that I never come into contact with. The first thing I could think of is kimchee. Which is weird that I thought of but it works

3. Are you typically too warm or too cold? too cold

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago? Showering

5. What’s your favorite candy bar? Take five

6. Have you ever been to a pro sports game? I have been to a couple of baseball games

7. What’s the last thing you said out loud? “We have [a pyrex measuring cup] that doesn’t have any markings on it.” (to my aunt, she’s baking bread rn)

8. What’s your favorite ice cream? I always find this question difficult because the best ice creams I’ve ever had are like, weird flavors that I got at some specific shop and wouldn’t even be available anywhere else. The best ice cream flavor I ever had was salted peanut butter and graham cracker.

9. What was the last thing you had to drink? Cold tea

10. Do you like your wallet? Not that I’m using it right now, but yes. The only downside is my main one is kind of big so only fits in one of my purses and doesn’t fit in the other.

11. What’s the last thing you ate? grapes and an egg on toast

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend? no

13. What’s the last sporting event you watched? The only thing I can definitively say is also the marble racing that was on last week tonight

14. What’s your favorite flavor of popcorn? Just regular butter and salt please!

15. Who’s the last person you sent a text message to? My bff

16. Ever go camping? no

17. Do you take vitamins? yup, just a regular every day one

18. Do you go to church every sunday? No, we are CEO people

19. Do you have a tan? I’m pretty sure it’s physically impossible for me to tan, I just burn

20. Do you prefer chinese or pizza? Chinese. But good chinese

21. Do you drink soda through a straw? no

22. What color socks do you usually wear? Probably gray actually

23. Do you ever drive above the speed limit? Yeah, but mostly just about 5 mph above

24. What terrifies you? The current state of America

25. Look to your left, what do you see? A pad of paper, a teacup, my aunt’s laptop and her phone

26. What chore do you hate most? Doing the dishes

27. What do you think of when you hear an australian accent? I don’t know? Ms Fisher probably

28. What’s your favorite soda? Ginger ale. Does that count?

29. Do you go in fast food places or just hit the drive through? The only time I go to fast food is when I need a drive through. Unless we stop on a road trip for the purpose of also using the bathroom

30. What’s your favorite number? uh....I feel like as a math person I should have one but I don’t. My first instinct says 13

31. Who’s the last person you talked to? My aunt, I’m staying with her for a couple of weeks to get away from my family

32. Favorite cut of beef? I like skirt steak?

33. Last song you listened to? Making a Home from Falsettos

34. Last book you read? Unmarriagable by Soniah Kamal. It’s “Pride and Prejudice in Pakistan”

35. Favorite day of the week? It normally varies each year based on my schedule. Currently Wednesdays

36. Can you say the alphabet backwards? Yes! It’s something I sat down and taught myself to do one weekend when I was a kid and bored

37. How do you like your coffee? As tea

38. Favorite pair of shoes? I have two answers. One is my pair of sneakers that I got this summer, they are the best, most comfortable sneakers I’ve ever worn. The second is a pair of vintage style light pink heels that are so cute

39. Time you normally get up? I’m getting up about 7-8 right now, but before this, it was 6. And I’ll probably go back to 6 in a couple weeks.

40. Sunrise or sunsets? Sunrise

41. How many blankets on your bed? Right now a sheet, a comforter, and a blanket at the bottom for depending on the temperature

42. Describe your kitchen plates. They are white. I’m pretty sure they’re from Ikea

43. Describe your kitchen at the moment? I don’t know, because like I said, I’m at my aunt’s house. Her kitchen rn is in use b/c she’s making bread

44. Do you have a favorite alcoholic drink? I don’t really drink

45. Do you play cards? Yes, when I can find someone to play with me. I played cribbage last night, and got a 24 point hand! (I’m very proud, as you can tell)

46. What color is your car? white

47. Can you change a tire? lol no

48. Your favorite state/province/country etc? Not to be cliche, but my home state is still probably my favorite

49. Favorite job you’ve had? I haven’t really had a lot at this point. Probably math grader

50. How did you get your biggest scar? Okay, so to start, I was a very cautious child, so I didn’t really get a lot of scars. My biggest (possibly only?) one has shrunk to a little over an inch, but it used to look like 2. It was the fourth of July. I was somewhere from 8-10. I had been riding my bike. I rode my bike back into the garage, climb off, and as I’m swinging my right leg back over my bike, my shin grazes over one of my dad’s sharp tools that he had left sitting in a bucket (why??? would he do this???) Honestly, I probably should have gotten stitches, but we didn’t go to the emergency room. And it turned out fine so...

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littlemeowmeowschimmy · 5 years

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Play With Me [Jungkook x Reader]

credit: littlemeowmeowschimmy

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Genre: Thrilling // Mysterious // Smut [later]

Summary: After a fateful night, Jungkook realizes that he was put up against something more dangerous than he imagined. He never thought that through his undercover work that you were much more than just cunning, you were also seductive.

Word C: 3278

A/N: I’m in love with anything and everything Batman related. It’s another one of my passions outside of BTS. If I’m being honest, I really hope y’all enjoy this mini series I’m putting out. I also apologize for any of the references that are made and people don’t understand them. If you are a long time Batman fan, you will realize that I made a few small changes here and there. Mostly to fit the boys as I didn’t want to change their genders. With that being said, enjoy :)

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Nighttime was his favorite. He could reflect on the previous day, then place a mask over his eyes and go undercover. Since parting ways with old bats, Jungkook knew situations would be difficult. He had grown up under his wing, then, flew away (no pun intended). He learned everything from Seokjin, as it shaped him who he was today.

Now, all he did was detective work and then fighting crime on the side. Jungkook’s legs dangled off the side of a building, his hands gently turning the pages. He was helping Seokjin on a case, one about a mysterious woman. He had heard very little concerning her. Only snippets of what she had done, such as small bank robberies, putting a few people in hospitals, the usual.

“Maybe you should stop looking at the files,” Jimin’s condescending voice spoke. “And start scouting like the rest of us Kook.” he finishes sneering afterwards. Not only did he have to team up with Seokjin, but he had to team up with the man-child named Park Jimin. He had come into Seokjin’s life a few years after Jungkook left, only to be killed by Joker. He was resurrected by the Lazarus pit, only to become insane after.

His death hit Seokjin hard because Jimin was like a son to him. They all were. The family suffered greatly, their wounds healing only to be torn apart. Since his marbles were somewhat back in place, Jimin had become a real pain in the ass. He was seeking revenge, murder, and doing other villainous deeds. Old bats didn’t have it in him to take Jimin in, to Arkham that is.

Jungkook rolls his eyes, then slowly moving himself up. Another voice pops in, this one sending a small smile on his face. “Jimin, we get that you’re fast,” Yoongi mumbles the quick typing of his keys in the background. “However, Kook does what he does best.” pausing then continuing. “Research. Unlike your head ass who jumps into everything.”

“Because who cares about intel.” Jimin puffs clearly Yoongi’s blunt attitude hitting Jimin’s pride. “Little bitch has been fucking me over. I need to get her back.”

“You need to listen dumbass.” Yoongi snaps twirling around in his wheelchair, scooting himself over to his other computer. Yoongi was known as Oracle to the outsiders. He was quick with his fingers and had all of Gotham under his surveillance. He got into a freak accident with Joker, leaving him paralyzed from the waist down. His father, Gordon, was captured by Joker try and break him. Thankfully, Seokjin made it in time to save him, but it wasn’t enough for Yoongi.

“Woah guys,” Namjoon speaking softly, the wind making it harder for them to hear. Namjoon was like the brains of the family per-say. He knew everything about Seokjin and Jungkook, making it easier for him to find the Bat-Cave. Letting him join the family was amusing to say the least. Jungkook enjoyed him, more than he thought he would. Namjoon was very level headed and he often agreed with Jungkook on things. “We get that you two love birds had a fight but calm down.” he starts fixing his headgear.

“Shut up!” Yoongi and Jimin hiss, a low chuckle escaping the back of Jungkook’s throat.

“And this is why I wished father would let me go on my own.” Taehyung grumbles. Out of all of them, Taehyung was the only one related to Seokjin. Long story short, his mother got pregnant after seducing Seokjin. How Jungkook and Taehyung met was another story for another day.

“The last time you went on your own,” Jungkook starts setting the files down, scanning the area afterwards. “You almost killed a man.” pausing then shaking his head. “Why do you think Seokjin doesn’t trust you alone?”

“I was born and raised to kill.” Taehyung simply states landing besides Jungkook seconds later. He didn’t bat an eye, only reached his arm out to hand the files towards him. Much like Jungkook, Taehyung liked to get information on people. He remembers watching the little squirt in front of the huge computer reading up on everyone’s files. He was just as mysterious as the woman they were tracking down. “It’s in my genes.”

A collective sigh escaped everyone. This was something they heard on a daily, so it wasn’t a surprise to hear it again. Jungkook was pleasantly surprised when he was told to babysit. It seemed as if Seokjin was out looking for new gear. Hoseok, their butler, stayed back. Often watching and listening on the computer in the cave.

The only sound that buzzed in their ears was, Yoongi’s fingers dashing across his keys. Their mission was to capture her, make her talk, then send her to Arkham. It was proving to be a difficult task because she worked so quickly. Even Seokjin fought her, only to be stabbed in the side, then gone unconscious due to the poison that entered his system.

“Jimin, on your right.” Yoongi spoke his eyes scanning across his screen. It seemed he found a lead, sending Jimin in. He was the closet, making it a great decision. Jungkook was given the file back, pushing it away, then peering off the side. He listened to their conversation, seeing if he could pop in at any time.

“I’m coming up behind you Jimin,” Namjoon declares, the skidding of his bike causing Jungkook to wince. He turns towards Taehyung, nodding his head, silently telling him to jump. They found their target, each of them moving in one by one. Yoongi was giving them directions, each to split up and attack on all sides.

They would come to find, that wouldn’t be the best idea that evening...

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Right foot

Left foot

Right foot

Left foot

Jungkook kept telling himself that simple pattern. He was sneaking in after landing on top of the warehouse. His weapons on his back, itching to be used. His eyes searching constantly, trying to make sure he was alone. Yoongi notified him that he was clear, but there was something that wasn’t sitting well in his stomach.

A loud crash came from below, Jungkook’s heart racing. He heard fighting through his earpiece. It only made him assume that someone caught the boys. Jimin went in first, scouting the place and calling it clear. Then, Taehyung came from behind, whilst Namjoon to the side. It was from Taehyung’s end that the crash sounded. Leaving the rest to scan and be on their toes.

“Well done,” a hushed congratulations followed by light clapping came from behind Jungkook. He spun, only to be greeted by the moonlight. A shadow peaked from behind a small column, your figure leaning against it. This was the first time he saw you face to face.

The moon hitting your back, your lush hair flowing in the small breeze. Behind your mask, Jungkook noticed your sparked eyes. In them, he could tell that you were amused, enjoying yourself, and much more. Slowly, you moved inwards, the moon lighting you further. Showing the tight fabric, hugging your curves, illuminating every part of you. Around your waist a belt hung, holding every weapon you could ever need.

“You found me~” You sang bouncing on the balls of your feet. Your body bends forwards, waggling your finger in Jungkook’s direction. He was quick to bring his hand back, only to feel a sharp pain in his wrist. His cane clanking on the ground. From far away, you had managed to knock his wrist back with your throwing star.

The tool lodging itself in a nearby crate, the moon’s light radiating off. “Atata~” you mock waggling another finger in his direction. “That won’t be necessary. I just want to have a discussion with the big bad wolf~” a playful smile spreading, your body skipping towards Jungkook.

His eyes narrow, dodging back and forth between your figure and his weapon. He had to quickly decide, the noise in his earpiece still loud. He knew his brothers were in trouble, but he also knew that you were right in front of him. Seokjin always taught him that family came first, but he knew that they would be able to take care of themselves. He had to finish the mission.

“Talk.” Jungkook demands straightening himself, his guard up still. You purred, that low sound emanating from the back of your throat. You paused in front of him, a hip popped out and arms folded across your chest. Your index finger rested gently on your upper lip, that sick smile making Jungkook’s stomach clench.

“I want to make a deal.”

“Criminals only make one when they know they’re about to get caught.” Jungkook snaps, eyes narrowed and dark. You squeal with delight, your hands clenching. The small outburst of excitement startled Jungkook.

“Oh, baby don’t talk to me like that~” You purred bringing a hand down to your chest. “You’re going to make me cum~” you tease Jungkook’s eyes rolling. He noticed that you were a masochist and a sadist...it said so in your file. Seokjin briefly described his fight, often stating that you loved watching him go down in pain, only to moan when he hit you. He wrapped you up as insane, the thought alone sending a deep and growing pit in his stomach.

“Enough with the childish games’ L/n,” Jungkook hisses, arms tightening as he was getting impatient. You took another step forward, reaching in and curling your fingers under his chin. He smacks them away, not at all interested in your childish games. You tut again, leaning in now to make sure your face was close to his.

“I would have so much fun with you.” a darkness to your tone sending chills through Jungkook’s body. “Just thinking about making you beg for mercy is getting me hot.” tilting your head just a bit, your tongue poking out to swipe across your bottom lip. Straightening out, you brushed your hands down your chest. It was your attempts to get yourself back to normal, but you weren’t normal to begin with.

“If you let me go tonight,” you start taking a step backwards. “Your family won’t die.” a threat hanging in the air. This time, Jungkook takes a step forward. In doing so, he swiftly picks up his cane, placing it back in its holder. He leans downwards, making sure he was eye level with you.

“If you do,” he starts tilting his head to the side. “I will hunt you down to the ends of this earth,” your heart thudding in your chest as your body melts at his threats. “And rip you limb by limb.” a soft moan escaping your lips, your body quaking with lust. Jungkook noticed you didn’t take this to heart because he saw how you acted.

He noted your movements, watching you close your eyes in bliss. It seemed like you were trying to figure out the next words, but they weren’t coming. Instead, Jungkook was surprised. His back hit the concreate, a puff of air escaping once you landed on his waist. You held his arms up with one hand, your fingers tightening around his wrist.

You had him in a position where he couldn’t get out without force. This brought your face closer in, the moonlight making your next expression frightening. You widen a smile, eyes crinkling and drool forming on the right side. You brought a hand back, pulling out one of your colorful knives to place on his cheek. The tip dug in, some blood escaping.

Jungkook winces, trying not to tilt his head away. He knew you were trying to scare him, the tacit making his heart pounding against his ribs. What you did next sent another wave of chills down his spine. You licked his cheek, your breath hitting his skin. Jungkook twitches, clearly uncomfortable. “I think,” you pause giggling now. “I think you and I are going to have lots of fun later.” you whispered.

Those words ringing as Jungkook remembers Seokjin speaking of the same sentence. It was right before you fled, the before the poison kicked in. It left Jungkook pondering if you had done the same, but you never got into a fight with him. You were holding him down, acting upon you small threat in the beginning.

“Not when you’re behind bars.” he threats attempting to knock you over. Only to receive a tighter grip on his wrists. Your body applying more weight, making it difficult to move. Your head perks when you notice a spinning star flash before your eyes. This was a distraction; someone had found you on the roof. Your head instantly moves back, your grip loosening on Jungkook.

He took this opportunity to wrestle you, trying to get the upper hand. It proved that you were more skilled than you looked. Your legs coming under his torso and kicking him off. Sending Jungkook backwards whilst he hears Jimin growling in the distance. You turned to lock eye contact with the agitated one, another playful smile.

“Red Hood~ what a pleasant surprise.” You teased rolling back onto your feet.

“I’ve got you now bitch.” He lunges, Jungkook screaming at him not to. You did a few back flips, avoiding his punches. One of your kicks landed under his chin, sending Jimin backwards. Jungkook came behind, wrapping his arms around him and pressing his body to his chest. Both men watch as you waved at them, standing on the edge of the roof top.

“Au revior~” flipping off the ledge and disappearing into the night.

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“I could’ve had her you punk!” Jimin screeches standing with an ice pack to his head. They all reported back to base, your picture in the middle of the computer screen. Hoseok was attending to Taehyung’s wounds, the little one mumbling under his breath. Namjoon was looking at the file once again, trying to see if there was anything he missed.

Yoongi wheeled himself directly besides Seokjin, showing him the camera footage. Jungkook was during an argument with Jimin. Since they had to retreat, Jimin had been extremely grumpy. He didn’t like having to run away, nor did he like having to admit defeat. It was only a matter of seconds that he was going to explode in the cave.

“Oh, give it a rest Jimin.” Jungkook sighs hearing enough of his complaints. He pushes himself off the staircase, moving over towards the computer. There he sat down, typing his password in then selecting other files. He scans through them, much like Namjoon was, trying to figure out what they missed. Since getting back, Taehyung revealed that they found multiple C4′s in the basement. They seemed to be hooked up to a wire but were eventually disabled because of his quick thinking.

Namjoon was stuck in the lounge, getting as much evidence as he could. The warehouse was abandoned, but it seemed like it was set up for an event. What event, Namjoon never figured out. It was when Jimin came crashing in with Taehyung that they got into a fight. Somehow, Jimin escaped up to the roof where he threw his star in between you and Jungkook.

Then proceeded to blame himself, no blame Jungkook for letting you get away. He slams the ice pack down, crossing his arms afterwards. “We need to call Starfire and Roy.” he demands pointing at Seokjin who looked up from Yoongi’s computer screen. His eyebrow rose, interested in hearing what the man had to say.

“So, we can get more innocent lives involved?” Seokjin questions shaking his head. “We have enough men right here. We just need to find a weakness.”

“What weakness?!” Jimin growls throwing his hands up. “She’s just like Joker, but ruthless. Crazier even.” his hands raking through his messy hair. Jungkook fell silent, the previous fight still playing through his head. He had to agree with Jimin, you were just as bad as Joker. One could say that you were on Harley Quinn level, but that wouldn’t compare even.

Seokjin fell silent, his eyes narrowed as he was thinking of another point. Nothing came to anyone; they were all puzzled. “She’s hasn’t murdered anyone yet.” Taehyung points, grunting due to the needle poking in his flesh again. Hoseok questioned if he was alright, then quickly waving him off. Jungkook’s eyes move back to him, then right back to Jimin. Who evidently rolled his eyes and kicked the pack across the room

“More brute force, we need them.” Jimin insisted pushing off whatever he was leaning on. He moves forwards, making sure he was headed straight for Seokjin. Namjoon stopped him in the process, shaking his head and standing in between. He gently pushes on his chest, trying to get some space between the two. Since Jimin came back from the pit, he had a deep hatred for Seokjin. He had all his memories back, making the struggle to overcome such a horrible past more difficult than need be.

Making this set up difficult within itself. Seokjin knew not to test Jimin’s limits, but he knew that he needed him. This case seemed personal in small ways, mostly Jimin and Seokjin. Jungkook didn’t know what to make of it, instead he focused on the information they had now.

“If we go into this with anger,” Jungkook starts picking his eyes up from the screen. “We’re going to be completely useless.”

“Agreed.” Namjoon pipes taking a step to the side so Yoongi and Seokjin could lock contact with Jungkook.

“What do we do?” Jimin insisted.

“Go undercover.” Yoongi finishes turning his computer around to show the others what he found. When Jimin grumbled about not being able to see it, he glares at him. Slamming his computer shut, he gives it to Seokjin, turns around and wheels off to the big computer.

This causes Jungkook to quickly get himself out of his seat. Trying to avoid all possible confrontation. Yoongi quickly types his password, then opens the files he showed. Jungkook watches your figure move in and out of a building, your mask and gear off.

You looked normal, as if you were holding down an office job. “Her real name is Y/n,” Yoongi points out. “She works at the local police station.” his head turning to lock eye contact with Jungkook.

He narrows his eyes, placing his hands on his chest. “Wait a minute.” the pieces starting to fall into place. “You want me to go undercover?”

“No sherlock, we want Jimin.”

“Fuck off.” Jimin spat throwing the discarded pack at Yoongi’s head. He growls, spinning around in his wheelchair and sending a deadly look in his direction.

“Calm down children.” Namjoon spoke, both men glaring and growling in his direction. They weren’t pleased, Jungkook wouldn’t blame them.

Yoongi took another deep breath, then sighed. He spun back around, pulling up a few other frames of you. “You’re the only one,” he starts pulling up Jungkook’s old file. “Who used to work undercover for so long.” moving it upwards as he continues to show footage and other pictures of you rooming around and outside of the police station.

“We need you to infiltrate the station again.” Seokjin proclaims, moving himself up and closer. “Grab any and all information on this woman. Find her weakness so we can take her down.” Jungkook scrunches his eyebrows together then shakes his head. It had been years since he had gone undercover, the fact that they wanted him to do it again, was beyond him.

But he couldn’t say no. Jungkook had to take it. Whether he liked it or not...

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notthecanadianaverage · 5 years

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for the 50 questions, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 ,6 ,7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, and 50 :)

LET’S DO THIS

1. What’s your favorite candle scent?

Honestly? I’m a basic bitch xD I love vanilla scented anything. Wooden wicks are the BEST. I want to find a candle that smells like fresh cut grass and a candle that smells like lumber. Those two scents, especially together, remind me of my grandpa who worked in a lumber yard and repaired lawn mowers. I treasure those memories so much omg.

2. What female celebrity do you wish was your sister?

Does Amethyst count? I actually don’t know xD I honestly can’t even think of any celebrities that I like??? I’ll say Jenna Marbles!

3. What male celebrity do you wish was your brother?

Again, I’m not really someone who goes nuts over celebrities, heh. I don’t know how to answer this D:

4. How old do you think you’ll be when you get married?

I mean, I’m 22 now and my fingers are crossed that it will happen soonish. The boyfriend lives in California and I think it might make things easier if we get married? Then he can come here!

5. Do you know a hoarder?

I don’t think so??? I mean I could be wrong.

6. Can you do a split?

I have tried for YEARS and I CANNOT DO IT ASLAJBODUBFODSUFNODSUBFLJDBFUBEF I FUCKING WISH I COULD

7. How old were you when you learned how to ride a bike?

Fuck if I know... Damn... I remember learning when I was... I think I was... 4? Maybe? I was super young.

8. How many oceans have you swam in?

I’ve only seen one ocean, the Pacific Ocean. I don’t know if I’ve swam in it, though. I know I’ve touched it and waded in it a little, but I don’t know if I’ve actually gone swimming...

9. How many countries have you been to?

2! Just Canada and the US. I’ve always wanted to go to England and Indonesia, though! I love Harry Potter, I always have (fucking fight me) and I decided when I was little that England was a must for me, that I had to go see Hogwarts. And Indonesia, my inner volcanologist NEEDS to go! That’s where my favourite volcano, Krakatoa, is located.

10. Is anyone in your family in the army?

I hope not! I don’t think so. Or... Maybe? I think my cousin Austin is. I don’t know. I don’t remember the last time I saw him. We don’t really talk about him? My boyfriends dad was, though. That’s all I know.

11. What would you name your daughter if you had one?

OO OO OO!!!! So, my boyfriend and I have discussed this! I have a set of dog tags that I always wear that have our names and our kids names on them! We want two girls who will be named Raven Zaidee Trujillo and Dexter Rosie Trujillo. Dexter’s middle name was originally going to be Bonnuit (French for good night) but one of his best friends was sadly murdered earlier this year and he wanted to honor her memory.

12. What would you name your son if you had one?

ANOTHER QUESTION I AM EXCITED TO ANSWER!!!!! Our little boys name is going to be Blade Wayne Trujillo!!! I’ve always had a thing for the name Blade and Wayne was his dads middle name.

13. What’s the worst grade you got on a test?

Ffffffff I can’t even remember what I did yesterday... Um, I think it was a flat out 0 because I didn’t even do the test. It was a physics test. I was scared of the student aid lady at school so I never switched out of physics and I literally used that block to sleep and play on my phone. I never even showed up to write the exam.

14. What was your favorite TV show when you were a child?

Sailor Moon!!! I fucking LOVED that show!!!! I also loved Little Bear :D When I was 12, though, I was OBSESSED with this show called Disasters of the Century. It was a documentary style tv show about natural disasters and plane and train crashes and it was SO COOL. I LOVED IT SO MUCH. I used to wake up extra early before school just to watch!!

15. What did you dress up as on Halloween when you were eight?

Ummm…. I think I was a ninja? I remember I wore my karate gi out one year. I lived in Alberta at the time so there was like 2 or 3 feet of snow on the ground so I had to wear a snowsuit under my costume which was a HUGE disappointment because I was turned into a marshmallow rather than a ninja. Either that or I was Harry Potter. It was great! People always asked me though if I would rather be Hermione because I was a girl and my parents essentially told them to fuck off because I was HARRY FUCKING POTTER.

16. Have you read any of the Harry Potter, Hunger Games or Twilight series?

YES. My apartment is almost entirely Harry Potter. I have an Expecto Patronum tattoo and my ratty memorial tattoo on my leg is also Harry Potter. I am a diehard fan until the end. Fucking fight me. I also read and own the Hunger Games trilogy. Such good books omg. I was in the Amazing Book Race club in school and one year we had to read The Hunger Games and we even did a book trailer for it! I still have it! We showed my boyfriend when he came out in April xD The books are MUCH better than the movies.

17. Would you rather have an American accent or a British accent?

British! Does my Harry Potter loving ass need to say more?

18. Did your mother go to college?

I don’t think so? I’m not sure. I don’t know if anyone in my family has.

19. Are your grandparents still married?

Kind of? Not really. My Papa passed away from lung cancer in 2010.

20. Have you ever taken karate lessons?

Yes xD I started when I was 5 and I stopped when I was 13 I think? I got injured in a biking accident and had to leave. I was going to go back but as I was getting ready to, I got a really bad knee injury and I just haven’t been back. I really want to go back, though! It was fun and I don’t get nearly enough exercise.

21. Do you know who Kermit the frog is?

I sure as fuck hope I do!

22. What’s the first amusement park you’ve been to?

I think it was Playland, my parents would have taken me when I Was super young. But the first amusement park I remember going to is Callaway Park in Alberta. I loved that place! I remember throwing a temper tantrum because my dad told the lady was 6 when I was actually 8 and I LOST MY MIND.

23. What language, besides your native language, would you like to be fluent in?

Any language! I speak French but I would love to learn Michif which is the native language of Metis people as I am Metis c:

24. Do you spell the color as grey or gray?

I think I alternate, actually xD

25. Is your father bald?

Yes, he is!

26. Do you know triplets?

I was about to say no, but I think I met triplet babies once who I may or may not be distantly related to? I’m not actually sure anymore.

27. Do you prefer Titanic or The Notebook?

I’ve never actually seen either! I feel like the Titanic would be a no go for me, though, because I have issues with big boats and the fact that it’s real fucks me up and also James Cameron almost killed his cast by actually making them sit in ice cold water for the sake of hard nipples and realism????

28. Have you ever had Indian food?

I have had very badly made butter chicken once. It was so bad, WAY too much curry. And I think my boyfriend and I once ordered from an Indian restaurant. I ordered from the kids menu because that was the only place where there was non-spicy options xD

29. What’s the name of your favorite restaurant?

Umm... Hmm... White Spot? Maybe... But I also enjoy El Grullesays Grill... I slaughtered that name ;_; It’s a Mexican restaurant in California that serves meaty fries! God I miss meaty fries... They’re like nacho fries! They have mozzarella cheese, sour cream, green onions, and shredded steak :3

30. Have you ever been to Olive Garden?

I actually don’t know. I think maybe? But I was too young to remember it. I think I’ve gotten leftovers, though, from when my grandma went.

31. Do you belong to any warehouse stores (Costco, BJ’s, etc.)?

I’m too broke for that shit ._____.

32. What would your parents have named you if you were the opposite gender?

Pfft beats the fuck outta me. We never talked about that.

33. If you have a nickname, what is it?

Bug!

34. Who’s your favorite person in the world?

Honestly? My boyfriend xD He is one of the very few people in this world who doesn’t tolerate me because he loves and embraces all of my weirdness xD Him and G are my favourite peeps.

35. Would you rather live in a rural area or in the suburbs?

I actually can never remember which is which and I mean, I’m not picky. As long as people leave me alone and I’m in a safe area, I’m happy xD

36. Can you whistle?

Yes! Can you hear me? I’m doing it!

37. Do you sleep with a nightlight?

I do not. I used to want to when I was little. I have one in my bathroom, though.

38. Do you eat breakfast every morning?

Pfft. No. I’m not a breakfast person. I work nights so I get home at 7 in the morning so if I eat before I go to bed, no joke, I will just make a box of macaroni.

39. Do you take any pills or medication daily?

I do! I take medication for my ADHD so that I don’t eat everything in my apartment and I can function somewhat normally.

40. What medical conditions do you have?

I am ADHD, I struggle with depression (it’s not nearly as bad as it use to be luckily), anxiety, I suspect BPD. I have a few joint injuries that will never really properly heal but other than that, nothing.

41. How many times have you been to the hospital?

Hehehe…. Um… For me? Food poisoning… injuries… suicide attempts… hmmm… 11 or 12 times? All but one in the last 10 years. What can I say, I’m clumsy as fuck xD

42. Have you ever seen Finding Nemo?

Yes! I love that movie!!

43. Where do you buy your jeans?

Pennington’s. I am THICC. It’s the only place I can get jeans that fit without destroying what little confidence I have. Sadly though they are NOT cheap so I currently only own 2 pairs that fit me and the thighs on both are destroyed so they are being held together by denim patches from an old pair of shorts, fabric glue and some mediocre hand stitching.

44. What’s the last compliment you got?

I have vibrantly coloured hair. Right now, it’s green. I’ve had very brightly coloured hair since I was 15 I think? My natural colour is brown. I’ve only had brown hair once since I started dying it and that was when I went to go visit my boyfriend for the first time because he had never seen me with my natural colour. I just said that I looked weird with brown hair and he said “No, you look incredible.”

45. Do you usually remember your dreams in the morning?

Hmm, sometimes. Most of the time, I do. Been having a lot of nightmares and stress dreams lately, though, so I wish I didn’t...

46. What flavor tea do you enjoy?

I absolutely prefer herbal teas. My favourite is Just Peachy from DavidsTea!! I also REALLY love White Peach omg

47. How many pairs of shoes do you currently own?

Ahh…. Hmm…. I have… 8 or 9? I think? I’m not home so I can’t check.

48. What religion will you raise your children to practice?

None. I grew up Atheist. I knew of religion, obviously. My grandma is religious. But I just never understood it. My understanding was that there was a God and that he lived in the clouds and I remember looking at the sky one day and there were no clouds and I was concerned. I also didn’t understand Heaven or Hell because neither have been seen and the lack of tangibility fucked with me so hard. My grandpa got really sick in 2009, he had lung cancer. I remember when he was in the hospital I really tried to look for something, anything, to turn to for comfort because everything was falling apart around me. He unfortunately passed away and I was angry because if God is real and if he actually loved us, why would he let us suffer the way that he did, the way that I was. How dare he?! That was honestly the last straw for me. If my children want to explore religion or they want to go to church and see what it’s all about, I will absolutely support them in doing so, but I will not raise them in any specific religion.

49. How old were you when you found out that Santa wasn’t real?

That was something I just kind of grew out of. I was never exclusively told that any of that was fake. I actually have a memory from when I was 3 or 4 of sneaking out of my room really late at night and peeking into the living room where I could hear my parents talking and I saw Santa and Mrs. Clause? I also remember one Christmas night where I couldn’t sleep (this is when I was maybe 10 now) so I was watching the snow fall outside and seeing if I could spot Santa in the sky when I heard someone walking in the hall. I lived in a bit of an abusive household so I had learned what everyone’s footsteps sounded like and the footsteps were heavy, MUCH heavier than my dads (who was very overweight at the time), it definitely wasn’t my Uncle, and they were wearing shoes (or boots). I was too scared to go look outside while they walked away but after the house was quiet again, I checked, and my stocking was outside my door, so I still don’t know how to explain that...

50. Why do you have a youtube?

AHAHAHA SHAMELESS SELF PROMOTION!!!! I obviously have my personal YouTube but I don’t generally post anything, I just use it to watch shit. BUT MY OTHER YOUTUBE… I use YouTube @RatPotatoez to post videos of my rats! I will also soon use it to post my podcasts!!! RatPotatoez can also be found on Facebook, Instagram, SnapChat, Vent, basically everywhere! You should go follow me everywhere so you can see the cuteness that is my rats c:

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To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before (1/?)

This amazing edit was made by the even more amazing @persongoingslow

Read on Ao3// TRAILER PARODY PLS CHECK OUT!// and @evaeselgreatest made a version of this story thats awesome too so I highly recommend checking it out!

I’m just getting around to posting this on here! I hope you like it! This version is more based on the book than the movie so hopefully you still like it!

Next Chapter// Word Count: 5209

Summary:

Cyrus writes love letters. Letters that he writes when he feels emotions so strong that he doesn’t know what to do with himself. There are 5 letters in total- one for each boy that he has ever loved before.

There was TJ, the popular basketball captain, Gus from homeroom, Marty from the party, Walker from the art gallery, and Jonah, the boy with the cutest dimples, but he was Andi’s boyfriend.

These letters were never meant to be seen by anyone else but Cyrus himself. Until one day they are.

Jonah is Andi’s boyfriend, but everyone in their group was a little in love with him. Before he was Andi’s boyfriend he was just Jonah Beck. Older, Amazing, ultimate frisbee playing, something to look at from afar, Jonah Beck. And by some miracle, he started hanging out with their ragtag group of friends.

Buffy liked Jonah because he could stand his ground. She didn’t mind having him invade their little group as much as she did with other people. He was someone she could arm wrestle with and not give in right away. Cyrus assumed that Buffy always wished that he and Andi were more athletic. She loved them for who they were, but he knew that she wished that she could fully share that part of her life with them.

If Cyrus had to take a guess as to why Andi was enamored by Jonah, he would have to guess that it was because Jonah was damn near perfect. He was always polite around her parents and grandparents, they adored him, and he was always friendly to everyone. There was absolutely nothing that he couldn’t do. Okay there probably were some things he couldn’t do, but he seemed almost invincible most of the time. His smile could end wars. Wars!

He used to have a crush on Jonah. But that was long gone now. He had made peace with the fact that Jonah and Andi were just going to be a thing and not just a phase a long time ago. It was the right thing to do, to let go of it.

He had even wrote a letter. The kind of letters he’s written only four other times in his life. A letter he writes when he has a crush so intense that he can’t function until he does something about it. And they were for his eyes only. They were stored away in a T-Rex shaped container he had gotten as a child and they were only taken out when Cyrus felt like taking a self pity trip down memory lane. Jonah’s goodbye letter was in there along side the one for TJ Kippen from seventh grade, Gus from homeroom freshman year, Marty from the sophomore party, and Walker from that art gallery (who was now one of his close friends). Those were his most secret possessions. Not even Buffy or Andi knew about them, and he intended to keep it that way until they were older and could just laugh about it.

“Cyrus? Are you okay?” Buffy nudges him out of his thoughts. The Spoon was half full with people they didn’t know and the sun was just beginning to go down.

Cyrus shook his head and popped a tater tot into his mouth, “Yeah. Just lamenting over the fact that we have to start school tomorrow.”

Jonah slightly jumped when Andi put her fingers in her ears, making noises, “La la la la! Shh! Cyrus we’re not supposed to be talking about it. We have to just have a nice last day of summer before the worst year of highschool ever!”

Cyrus forgot that they agreed not to talk about the impending junior year of doom. But it’s not like that was what he was actually thinking of. He blamed himself for not being able to come up with a better lie. Buffy laughed beside him at her friends antics, “Although Andi is right, while were still on the topic,” she turned to face Cyrus, “You’re driving me tomorrow right?”

Shit. He forgot about that too. Although he got his license a while ago, Cyrus still paled at the thought of having to drive. Buffy still had to go through the whole process and since Andi only had her motorbike, a motorbike for one person that is, it was Cyrus’ duty to take himself and Buffy to and from school. Why did he agree to that again?

“I can always give you guys a ride if you need,” Jonah smiled, his eyes filled with light and all things heavenly. Jonah really was his savior.

Buffy shook her head, “No need Jonah. Cyrus needs to defeat this fear of driving that he has. But just in case I got this,” She ducked under the table for a second before smugly presenting a bike helmet.

“You got a new bicycle?” Cyrus raised a skeptical eyebrow. Last time he checked Buffy said she’d rather run all the way to school then get a new bike. She wasn’t too fond of them after their seventh grade fiasco. But if she was planning on riding to school instead he was more than happy to celebrate.

Buffy fit it snuggly on her head and clicked the strap on under her chin. She grinned, “Nope. I brought it for the car ride.”

“Well that does wonders for my self confidence,” Cyrus said sarcastically.

“Can’t be too prepared!” Buffy replied in a chipper manner.

“Well I guess Jonah can drive you home tonight!” Cyrus swings his legs out from under the booth, promptly standing, “I should get going.”

Andi groaned, pouting a little as she watched him tug on his coat, “Aw! Okay fine! See you tomorrow?”

“Of course!”

Buffy called after him as he left, “This is the year Cyrus!”

She was right. They’ve already decided on this a while ago. This was the year that everything was going to change. This was the year that they would check a bunch of stuff off of their old bucket lists before creating a whole new one just for senior year. They were going to make the best of a supposedly crappy year. That was the plan, and if Cyrus loved one thing, it was a good plan.

The bell dinged and the air was still warm from the summer sun. Cyrus walked around the corner from the restaurant where his beat up little car was waiting for him to drive the 5 minutes back to his house. He could do it! Or at least that’s what he kept chanting to himself as he buckled up and turned on the engine. Why was he so scared of driving? It wasn’t like he was a risky driver like some of the kids in Shadyside. He just couldn’t help the heart racing rush of anxiety he got when he was behind the wheel.

He really didn’t want to have to drive Buffy to school everyday. Andi was a much better driver than he was, she should just drive them in her mother’s car everyday, it’s not like Bex didn’t walk to work anyways. She could handle the pressure of controlling a machine that could kill someone in the blink of an eye.

Maybe it was because Cyrus was so hyper focused on his impending dread that he didn’t notice himself drifting into a fourway stop, or that he was running a stop sign, until another car made a deep dent in the side of his passenger door.

For a moment all Cyrus could register was his own screaming and his heart trying to escape his chest. With his eyes still squeezed tight, Cyrus moved to put his car in park before shaking his leg. Alright well those were still working at least.

The pavement beneath his feet felt like jello as he took a shaky step out of his car, only to be faced with an annoyed woman. She was older looking, older than his mom but not quite as old as Cece, and she was wearing the typical soccer mom outfit.

“Didn’t you see the stop sign?” She questioned, and oh boy did she look pissed.

Cyrus shook his head fastly, he was sure it was just gonna fly off at any minute, “N-No mam! I’m so sorry.”

The woman must have seen the scared look on his face because she just sighed and her countenance morphed into only a slightly perturbed look, “You kids and your phones. Well my car doesn’t look like it was damaged, do you want to report it?”

He shook his head again. He could not live with himself if he already had to report an accident as a beginner.

“Okay, well do you want me to stick around for you to call help?” She raised an eyebrow. She sure was nice.

But Cyrus didn’t feel like he needed two people looking disappointed at him at the same time so he just said, “No. It’s okay, thank you so much mam.”

The woman just drove off after that. And while her car might have been fine, his had a giant dent in it.

How could he do this? His parents always said to drive with a clear mind and focus on the road, two things he obviously did not do. They were going to kill him! All four of them!

He sat down on the hard curb and just stared at the car. He knew he wasn’t ready for this kind of responsibility. He still needed his mom to drive him to far away places and relied too much on everything in town being walking or biking distance. God, why was he so useless!

His eyes were wet and he knew his voice was the complete opposite of calm when he pulled out his phone and went to his contacts list. It rang three agonizing times before it was picked up, “Jonah! C-Can you help me?”

He was crying on the phone. To his old, secret, forbidden crush. The crush whose letter rested in his dinosaur box with the rest of his dead crushes. Could this situation get anymore embarrassing?

Jonah, by some miracle (or curse) since he was usually such an oblivious boy, picked up on it, “Cyrus? What’s wrong?”

“I was in a car accident. Can you come help me?” Cyrus’ voice was still wet.

“Woah! Dude, are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m not hurt or anything, can you just come get me? Without Andi and Buffy?” He didn’t need his friends fretting over him. He just wanted to get home as soon as he could.

Jonah sounded more relieved as he continued, “Of course, Uh...Where are you?”

Cyrus looked around at the houses, “463 Wesmyer road. At the intersection.”

“I’ll be there as soon as I can, just,” He paused for a moment and Cyrus could hear him mumble something to, presumably, Andi and Buffy. “Stay there.”

The line went dead and Cyrus almost wished he asked Jonah to stay on the phone with him. But then he started to cry again so he was happy he didn’t. The silence was almost haunting and he wasn’t too keen on being left alone with his thoughts to mull the whole situation over.

“Underdog? Are you okay?” That wasn’t a name he had heard in a long time. His head popped up at the voice. TJ Kippen squinted at him with a questioning look. He was driving one of those jeeps without doors, because of course he would driving the death trap 2.0 with one hundred percent confidence.

Cyrus just nodded and looked back down, hoping TJ would take that as a sign to just leave. And he was almost certain that TJ did just that until he hears the jeep pulling over to the side.

“Wow. You really did a number on your car,” TJ whistled, “Did you get the other person’s insurance?”

“No,” Cyrus dared to look up. He was sure that his eyes were unattractive puffy and his nose needed a fluffy tissue, but if TJ noticed, he didn’t say anything.

TJ plopped down beside him, “Why not?”

“It was my fault,” Cyrus shrugged, unsure of what else he could say.

“Did you call triple A?”

Cyrus shook his head and added, “But someone is coming to help me.”

He could see TJ nod to himself. They used to be friends. Close friends. TJ used to be apart of his little seventh grade group. The boys were TJ, Walker, Jonah, Kip, and himself. The girls were Andi, Buffy, and sometimes Amber if she was around and felt like ‘hanging with the younger crowd’ as she put it. It’s funny how it all worked out. But it’s not until you’re older that you realize how much of it was by fate. The universe. TJ and Buffy couldn’t even stand to be in the same room at first. It took them months to make up. Kip had once just been a random guy that they had seen around school a few times, and then suddenly he was around all the time. Walker had moved into their school district not even after three months of meeting him at a middle school mixer. And Amber was once an enemy as well, those Kippen siblings had a thing for trouble it seemed, but she made her peace.

By the time highschool came, they split into different crowds. Kip had outgrown their little group and started to hang out with what he considered the in crowd, leaving Cyrus to start highschool without someone he considered to be a good friend. Not that Buffy and Andi let him be deprived of amazing friendship though.

They’re not friends anymore either, Cyrus and TJ. So it was weird to be near him again after so much time has passed. But it was a familiar weird.

TJ’s phone buzzes and shook his head, annoyed, before pulling the device out of his back pocket. He reads it and reluctantly said, “I gotta go.”

“Where?” Cyrus couldn’t help but ask. Curiosity did kill the cat and all that jazz.

TJ sighed and shoved his phone back where it was, “To Kip’s.”

“Oh, you better get going then. He’ll be mad if you’re late.” It was weird for Cyrus to tease like that, but TJ just brought out that side of him. The playful and confident side. It was one of the reasons Cyrus loved being around him back in middle school. He often wished that their friendship lasted longer just because of it.

TJ rolled his eyes, “It’s not like he owns me or anything.”

“Hey! If you got married then his name would be Kip Kippen!” Cyrus remarked like it was the first time he had ever thought of it. He, Buffy, and Andi had laughed about it a bunch when they heard about the two’s relationship from the high school news grapevine, “Although, he might let you have his last name. He’s generous like that, isn’t he?”

“Goodbye Goodman,” TJ just let an amused smile slip onto his face before turning to his car. He paused though, like he forgot something, and turned back around, “Are you okay now?”

“Yeah,” Cyrus could feel himself smiling too, “Thanks for stopping, it was really nice of you.”

“Of course,” TJ nodded firmly and turned back towards his car again, this time for good.

TJ was a character out of an old movie, timeless. He could be a debonair spy that had all the bad guys falling for his trap. He could be sipping milkshakes with another person at a diner bar and cruising down the street all slow like in an open air car. He was picturesque. There was just something that a lot of people liked about him.

He was Cyrus’ first kiss with a boy. The one he considered to be his first real kiss. It seemed like a distant memory. Or maybe something more akin to a fever dream. But it was only four years ago.

Jonah arrives a few minutes later, standing in front of Cyrus, as Cyrus is replying to Buffy and Andi’s worried texts. He looked at the house behind him, “This is 436. You told me it was 463.”

“No! I said 436.” Cyrus said with the leftover confidence he had from his encounter with TJ.

“Dude, you definitely said 463,” Jonah shook his head. He nodded towards his car, “Let’s just get going.”

Cyrus mulls over how he’s going to tell his parents after they call triple A. They weren’t going to be too crazy about it. He was supposed to be responsible. He was the son of four shrinks.

But it turned out that they weren’t too mad about it. The car had to be brought into the auto shop of course, but other then that hassle his parents didn’t seem too upset. They were more relieved that he wasn’t seriously injured.

Buffy was not happy about it though as Cyrus rung her doorbell at 6:30 AM. She gave him a tired glance and pushed right past him. He had to jog a little just to catch up.

“Hey! Don’t be too mad at me!” He wailed as he trailed after Buffy, her pace not changing.

Buffy stopped short and he almost bumped his nose against her backpack, “I don’t get why you insisted that we don’t ask Jonah for a ride. Now I have to get up earlier than before.”

“I’m sorry!” Cyrus groaned, “It’s just embarrassing! You’re my best friend, can’t you just understand?”

“Whatever,” She rolled her eyes and started walking again, but this time at a more normal pace, “I’m still annoyed at you but I’m too excited to tell you what I found out last night! Guess who broke up.”

“Who?”

Buffy leaned in like she was telling him a CIA secret, “TJ and Kip! Kip dumped his sorry ass.”

“Woah,” Cyrus’ eyes widened, “Why?”

Buffy shrugged, “Details are still fuzzy. But the most popular theory is that Kip met some college guy. Guarantee you he’s been cheating on TJ all summer.”

“That’s terrible.” Cyrus looked horrified. How could one human do that to another one?

They chatted about it all the way up until first period, which was gym. Cyrus stood next to Buffy as she did her warm up stretches. And by warm up stretches, he meant full on splits.

Cyrus thought he was imagining it when he saw TJ staring at him. But all three times that he looked up TJ was looking his way. TJ had been playing basketball with a few of his friends when he passed the ball over to someone and started jogging towards them.

“Hey, can I talk to you?”

Buffy and Cyrus share a look as she stands up. “Him or me?” Buffy raises an eyebrow.

“Cyrus.”

Buffy wraps her arm around Cyrus’ shoulder in a protective manner, “Whatever you have to say, you can say it to both of us.”

“I really need to talk to him in private?” TJ just rolled his eyes and shook his head.

Buffy gives Cyrus one last glance before huffing, “Fine. I’ll start jogging. But remember Kippen, I run fast so if you try anything!”

“Buffy!” Cyrus screeches out, motioning frantically for her to just go.

She looks at TJ threateningly before turning around and running off.

TJ leans down to whisper, “Just so you know, I don’t have an STD.”

What the fuck? Why the fuck? Cyrus was a little taken aback to say the least, “I never said you did.”

“I also don’t always eat the last baby tater!” His whisper had a bit more bite to it.

“TJ, slow down,” He tried to put up placating hands, “What are you talking about?”

“You said that. In your letter! How I’m just a overly confident guy who goes around giving out STDs! Remember?”

“I never wrote you a letter!”

Wait. Yes. Yes Cyrus did write him a letter. But it couldn’t possibly be the same letter. That letter was safely hidden away!

“Yes you did! I got it in the mail, to me from you!”

He was dreaming. That was the only logical explanation that he could come up with. There was no way that TJ had seen the letter.

“Cyrus?”

Or maybe he wasn’t. TJ was holding the letter. That letter that was supposed to never be seen by anyone else but him. But there it was! His handwriting and everything!

“How- How did you get that?”

“Mailman dropped it off yesterday,” TJ sighs and starts in a lighter tone, “Listen, it’s fine just don’t go gossiping that I-”

“The mailman? Like the one that comes to your house?” Cyrus squeaked out, interrupting TJ.

“Yeah?”

Cyrus feels his breathing begin to quicken. He feels as if he's about to faint, his head dizzy and light. If only he were lucky enough to just faint and escape this situation.

He could feel himself break out into a sweat, letting out a rushed, “I wrote that a really long time ago!”

“Okay.”

“Like really really long ago. And I don’t even remember what I wrote! It’s from like, middle school! I don't know how it got out, can I see it please?” He tried to act casual and calm as he held out his palm. But everything about Cyrus in that exact moment screamed the opposite.

Instead of doing what he’s asked, TJ smiles widely for the first time in their whole conversation, “Nah. I wanna keep it, i’ve never gotten anything like this before.”

Cyrus takes a leap of faith and jumps for the paper. Unfortunately TJ was, and probably always will be, the more agile one out of the two and he swiped his hand away, “Why do you want it?”

“Please!”

“Fine,” TJ handed it over, chuckling softly, “It’s all yours.”

“Thank you,” Cyrus said promptly, the paper starting to crumple in his hands from how nervous he was.

Cyrus started to turn away when TJ grabbed his arm. This time he looked a little more sheepish as he scratched the back of his neck, “Wait. Listen, I didn't mean to steal your first kiss. I mean, I didn’t realize that-”

“It’s totally fine!” Cyrus rushed out. Was this conversation over yet? “Forget about it! Have a nice day TJ! Buffy wait up!”

And then Cyrus bolted towards Buffy, who conveniently just lapped them, leaving TJ to stand there awkwardly.

It wasn’t until he was safely drifting off in history class, it was only the syllabus so it was fine, that Cyrus pulled the letter out.

Dear TJ K,

First of all, I know you think you’re so cool when people call you by your last name. But you’re not. It makes you seem weird and it’s confusing most of the time.

Did you know that when you kissed me that I would fall for you? Love you? Sometimes I think you did it on purpose. You definitely did it on purpose. You know how I know? You think EVERYONE loves you, TJ. I hate that about you. I hate it because it’s true. Everyone does eventually love you. Including me. Well, not anymore.

You do things like push people around and put on this defensive shell because you don’t care. But you do care. You care a lot about what others think of you.

You always take the last baby tater without asking. Rude much?

And you’re perfect at everything! Too good. You could give others a chance to be good, but you never do.

You kissed me for no apparent reason. Even though I had my suspicions that you liked Kip. You had your suspicions that you liked Kip. Kip had the suspicion that you liked Kip. But you still kissed me. So I ask you this: Why? Why would you do that to me? My first real kiss was supposed to be fireworks and rain. Something perfect! But thanks to you it was none of that.

The worst part of it is, that stupid nothing of a kiss made me realize that I liked you. I never really thought of you that much before. And maybe that’s why you did it. Because you wanted me to be like everyone else and see you in that way. And your trick worked. From then on, every time I saw you my heart wouldn’t stop going Baboom baboom baboom at lighting speed.

You’re so good looking it’s unfair. Truly unfair. I think it’s your eyes. Or maybe that rare soft smile.

Even though I don’t think you deserve it, I’ll list the things I like about you:

You started to talk to me, even though I was some dorky kid and you were the captain of the basketball team. Why did you do that?

You helped me get a muffin. More than that, you had faith in me that my friends never did. You gave me confidence.

You’re unfairly tall. It’s no wonder you’re amazing at basketball.

You apologized to my best friend and let me help you. You let me in, and I could tell you don’t do that a lot. It made me feel special.

After that kiss I went on loving you for the rest of seventh grade and most of eighth. It hasn’t been easy, I nearly broke when I heard that you and Kip were official. It was even harder to see it with my own eyes. You probably make him feel special, right? Cause that’s what you’re good at.

You probably don't know what it’s like to like someone so much but know that they would never feel the same. People like you don't have to worry about stuff like that. At least it was easier since we stopped being friends. At least I don’t have to see it all the time.

And now that the year is almost over, I know for sure that I’m also over you. You can’t phase me anymore TJ. I can’t be effected. And I am proud to say that I’m the only person at school who as probably made it out alive after falling for your charms. Now I won’t have to worry about falling for you ever again! That’s a relief!

Even if I did kiss you again I bet I’d probably catch something. Although this time, it’d probably be an STD!

Cyrus Goodman

Why did he have to mention the whole kissing thing? It really wasn’t all that special.

But Cyrus still remembered that day clear as ever. They were at Andi’s house, with no parents. Bex had to go do something and trusted them to be alone. He had worn his best outfit that day, new shoes included, even though he’d just end up taking them off as soon as he got there. Nothing even really happened! No impromptu game of spin the bottle or seven minutes in heaven like he was dreading but secretly hoping for. All that happened was that they watched a movie then played monopoly until Buffy flipped the board.

It was slightly disappointed for Cyrus, who lived for romantic stories.

He and TJ were the last to be picked up and they sat on the porch as they waited. Cyrus kept tapping his foot as he awaited a text from his mom and TJ just played on his phone with a bored expression.

And then, out of nowhere, TJ said, “You know, your eyes remind me of chocolate.”

“Thanks!” Cyrus took it as a compliment, “I’ve always thought they were more of a mud bro-”

Then TJ leaned right in and kissed him, leaving Cyrus stunned.

He hadn’t thought of that moment in a while though. But if TJ got his letter then did Walker? Gus? Marty?

Jonah.

Oh no! Jonah!

Cyrus ran home from school as fast as he could once the bell rang. Clothes and knickknacks went flying everywhere as he tore his room apart. Where was that box? He couldn’t find it anywhere. When he asked his mom she smiled apologetically and said “It probably got sent out with the donation stuff. I didn’t even know you still used that thing.”

His phone buzzed. It was a text from Jonah.

Hey did you need a ride? Buffy’s with me right now.

Cyrus just ignored it and collapsed onto his bed. He couldn’t even imagine Jonah reading that letter. He couldn't imagine Andi's reaction to it! Closing his eyes and hoping for the best for the next day.

Like Andi’s dad always said, the universe decides everything. So it was the universes fault that Cyrus couldn’t open his locker and dash to his first class like he planned. It was the universes fault that Jonah had woken up late. And it was the universes fault that TJ had to go in to meet his math teacher whose office was right by Cyrus’ locker.

“Cyrus,” Jonah scared Cyrus as soon as he closed his locker, “Can I talk to you?”

Shell-shocked, Cyrus just nods.

“What is this?” Jonah holds out the letter, “I don’t understand.”

“I have no clue...” Cyrus laughs nervously. He felt like his spirit had ascended to the heavens and he’s just watching his body in some terrifying movie.

“I mean, you are the one who wrote it right?”

“Oh wow!” Cyrus feigned surprise and took the letter back, fighting the urge to crumple it up and never look back, “Where did you even find this old thing?”

“I got it in the mail,” Jonah’s face was eerily serious. His expression was usually sunshine and lollipops, “How long ago was this written?”

“Long long time ago!” Cyrus let out an uneasy laugh, “Don't even remember when that's how long ago!”

“Right...” Jonah still looked confused, “But you mentioned ultimate camp, and that was only a few years ago.”

“Time is just a concept!” Cyrus tried to play it off casually. Fuck the universe! Why did this have to happen to him.

“So then... do you... or did you have feelings for me?”

“I mean, yeah I guess you could put it that way,” Cyrus rushed out, wanting to just drop the subject ASAP, “But that was before you were with Andi. So like, basically back in the jurassic period!”

Then Jonah asked the one question Cyrus was hoping he wouldn’t, “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

He’s looking at Cyrus like a confused first grader. A sad, confused first grader. and Cyrus panicked, so naturally he said the first things that came to his mind, “I’m dating someone!”

“You are?” Jonah’s eyes widened, which only made Cyrus panic more.

“Yep! Someone I really like so please just forget about this?” He pleaded, “And don’t mention it to Andi! I was super confused when I wrote it. I don’t need it causing problems in our relationship.”

Jonah hesitantly nodded, but that wasn’t good enough. Cyrus needed to make sure that nothing came in between him and his two best friends, “Do you swear? Swear on ultimate frisbee that you won't say a word!”

“Okay I swear dude,” Jonah still looked out of it though, “Who’s the guy?”

“Guy?”

“The person you’re dating?”

And that’s when Cyrus spots TJ coming out of his math class, “TJ Kippen,” The bell rings and Cyrus pushes past Jonah, “Gotta go!”

“Wait!”

Cyrus runs to TJ like he's never run before. TJ looks confused as he sees him sprinting towards him. At the last possibly second, Cyrus leaps at him, wrapping his legs around TJ’s waist and his arms around TJ’s neck. Cyrus had never been that close to another person in his life. TJ is understandably shocked, raising an amused eyebrow, “Cyrus? What are-”

Cyrus cuts him off with a kiss.

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University of Bones

Prompt: In the dark future, the only safe zones for people are Universities. You’ve just been accepted into a prestigious University but unfortunately, they do not have room and board. You’ll have to fight your way to school.

The World: Once it was a beautiful place with ultimate peace for all on the horizon. Then the penguins went extinct without warning. Narwhals vanished completely from human interactions, polar bears started hunting in entirely different ways, and the number of seals dropped dramatically. No one is sure of how many species went extinct before trouble was noticed, but everyone remembers it started with the penguins. That was when the world went into panic mode, trying to find out what was wrong and how to combat it. By then, it was already too late.

This world is not the former shell of what it once was; it’s a long-distant and forgotten cousin of that world. Wastelands now cover almost as much of the world as the oceans. Towns are built around bases with the soldiers and fighters now treated as the great heroes of this time. Adventuring is a viable career, despite the high mortality rate.

Armies of the rebuilt nations are what protect this world, adventurers are what help supply it. The largest armies are around the capitals where the majority of scientists go, devising new ways to combat threats or improve weapons. Those armies protect the safest places in this world: Universities.

This world has a very strange semblance of normal now, but Adrian felt averagely normal. He finally felt he was going to change that after reading his letter. Adrian was beyond elated to he find out he was accepted into one of the most prestigious universities of his time: UB, the University of Bones.

Everyone who has been there carries a mysterious air about them. Usually because no one will actually clarify why it’s called Bones. This special university is highly accredited and has so many benefits; yet, there was one problem. They didn’t offer room and board.

“They have food available to buy in the cafeteria, at least,” his dad replied as he looked over the newspaper.

“Well… yeah,” Adrian replied matter-of-factly, “but I think my bigger issue is I have to commute to UB for class.”

“Back in my day, I had to rip and tear through demons just to get the newspaper!” his mom added in.

“Yeah and when it snowed, you could only sleep for an hour before having to murder a clan of goblins,” Adrian said mockingly.

“That was if it was a slow winter, dear. Goblins love winter warfare.”

Adrian’s mother, Dandelion, used to be a military general, but she retired after turning in an untold amount of kill-trophies for science and keep. Dande used to be very fit, but now she just did the occasional training check-up and collected reserve pay.

They basically lived off that, her reputation with the town’s merchants, and the income his dad brought home. Adrian’s father, Skullcrusher, was a respected A/C repairman with the neighboring city and this town. It was currently fall, so it was a bit of the slow season for him. This was alright though, because Adrian’s parents would usually go out together to kill creatures known as the Nest and sell Nest-logs.

The Nest is a pest-like race of armored demons. They say in some parts of the world, there are Nest Kings that command them as civilized armies and make them truly formidable foes. Out here, they were scattered and often lived with the raccoons. A hive-mind lacking the mind. Their armor is pretty resilient, but not too tough to be challenging for Adrian’s parents. The main thing was that their insides were almost like wood and burned very well for very long.

Adrian stood by the door and took a deep breath; he was shaking with anticipation. His parents fought back tears and told him how proud they were. It was going to be a long journey, but they were confident he’d figure out a great route that he could manage. Adrian was very nervous because he was the only kid in this town that got in to Bones. Everyone else was either driving from far away or travelling as a group.

“I think it’s time for you to have this,” his mother said, choking back tears.

Dande handed Adrian a revolver made of bone. He looked up at her with confusion, but she was walking away sobbing. His father put a hand on his shoulder.

“It’s a LeMat Revolver, so it’s got 9 chambers. You get 9 shots getting to University, but you’ll have to buy or save bullets for your way home.”

“Is this… demon bone?” he asked.

“Oh no, something much rarer and more stable than that. The bullets are demon bone though. Very effective for hellspawns.”

Adrian nodded and left. He was going to make them proud and get the fanciest job he could. Hell, he’d even turn back the tide and help restore the world to its former glory. With his brains at work, he’d make the world better than it had ever been!

“I’ll even bring back the penguins,” he said to himself.

“Why would you ever want them back, anyway? They always smelled of shit.”

Adrian practically jumped out of his skin at the voice and looked around. He had been walking for only a couple of minutes and had just passed the town’s guard. A patchy fence surrounded the town’s border and a bit beyond that was the old wall, about 6 feet high… where it was still held together. People would occasionally come out to patch it, but the town as a whole voted to not put funds towards it. Nearby, the wall reached about halfway before being visibly broken. Sitting on top of the rubble-esque wall was a person dressed in leather gear. They looked like a motorcyclist, but Adrian didn’t see any bike nearby. They also had a large sword scabbard on their back.

“You a bounty hunter or something?” he asked.

“Maybe.”

Adrian tried to act unimpressed and kept walking towards an intact ladder to scale over. There were a couple of trees on this side of the wall and some green grass. The other side was immediately obvious to being the opposite. Trees were everywhere, but the live ones were scarce. Patches of dead grass could be seen amongst a lot of the dirt. There was a broken road nearby that would lead through a dead city; just beyond that he’d find UB.

As he stepped onto the road, he was hit with the hot smell of sulfur. Keeping a hand in his jacket over the LeMatt’s grip and the other hand holding onto his back pack’s strap; Adrian readied himself. That smell meant there was a Burrow somewhere near. He tried to recall what he knew about Burrows.

Generally near a habitat of creatures or campsites, Burrows were large dens dug in the ground by demons that are then transformed into big molten-like caves. Demons use them as homes and for hiding their young from other monsters. There’s usually two to three hunter-demons that stay in the Burrow; protecting and gathering food when opportunity strikes. A loner walking nearby could count as opportunity in the right eyes.

The walk was generally uneventful for Adrian. He stuck to the safety of the road and walked quietly. The day was pretty dark due to a thick overcast. In this new world the weather almost always included an overcast. Anytime the sun shined through unhindered was considered a mini-holiday known as a Shine-Day. Shine-Days were when monsters were at that weakest and people spent the day celebrating the outdoors or exploring usually dangerous areas.

Today was so dark he carried a lantern on his pack. Walking the shadows of buildings and the like was when it would be most difficult to see. As he neared the dead city’s entrance, he saw a corpse. It made him freeze and wait, hoping he didn’t just accidentally walk into a trap. After a minute he decided it must be safe and walked into the city. He was wrong.

There was the bang of a firecracker behind him and he spun around. He turned back, expecting the worst, and saw the worst approaching: a horde of zombies. Muttering curses and trying to spot who threw the firecracker, he pulled out a machete from the bag. His battle cry rang out through the sea of groaning that was now echoing through the city.

Adrian tried to keep at the edge of the horde and kept slicing at knees and necks. Either incapacitate or decapitate; great advice from his mom. It was around the fourth zombie that his arms were starting to tire from the swinging. It was around the sixth as he realized they were starting to surround him. Adrian was starting to sweat as he still tried to find who did this. Someone was releasing them from buildings somewhere nearby, that’s the only way they could have done this.

Suddenly, a flaming sword tore through a section of the horde and revealed a path of escape. Adrian ran through it and passed by the motorcyclist. They were clutching the large sword, now on fire, and swinging it through the horde.

“I can’t believe the son of the Lion almost died so quickly,” their weirdly robotic voice said.

Must be a helmet microphone or something, thought Adrian. “I was getting cornered by an air conditioner grate on that building. I had a plan...somewhat,” Adrian responded as he helped his rescuer slice through zombies.

They began to withdraw, knowing the horde was growing way too large. It may have started around twelve, but now it was definitely over double that. As they ran away Adrian wanted to thank the motorcyclist again.

“You saved me, thanks so much,” he said.

“How did that happen?” they answered without emotion.

“Someone threw a firecracker at me and then started to let them out. They must be herding them up.”

“Must be a gang of outlanders,” the motorcyclist said.

Once they were a safe distance away, they stopped inside an abandoned shop. Adrian looked around for any supplies, but neither of them were surprised to find the entire place was looted long ago. The only way places resupplied anymore was from reverse treasure hunters and adventurers that never made it back to where they were staying.

Adrian tried to make small talk while they looked through the store.

“What’s the son of the Lion?” he asked.

“What are you talking about?” asked the motorcyclist.

“Didn’t you call me that earlier?”

“Did I?” the motorcyclist told Adrian, who simply glared back at the faceless helmet with frustration.

It was a short while later that the two of them departed. They stuck together and made it outside the city safely. The motorcyclist stayed with Adrian, despite not telling Adrian why. He kept asking, but the motorcyclist would either ignore the question or tell him to not worry about it. As they went through the woods, they were attacked by a small group of three goblins.

Goblins are short green creatures with a nasty attitude and cowardly set of morals. Which is why as soon as the motorcyclist brandished the flaming blade, they decided to apologize and run away. After that, the two of them made it to the gates of UB safely. The motorcyclist then turned to leave and wave.

“Why did you help me get to school if you didn’t have business here?” Adrian called out.

“School’s important, kid. Sometimes a cub needs some protecting.”

Then they walked out of sight into the woods. Adrian sighed and walked up to a stone pillar by the gate. There was a screen with a keypad and button on the pillar. Tons of scratches were on it from local monsters. He pushed the button and a bell sounded.

“Name.”

“Adrian Maykose,” he responded. “Student.”

The gate creaked open and he stepped through. There was a long path of stone leading up to the doors of the university. Adrian followed them all the way up to the door and then took a deep breath before pushing it open.

Inside was an immaculate hall full of people passing him by; walking to and from classes. Adrian was awestruck as he looked around. This lobby alone was bigger than his house. There were suits of armor beset at the columns holding up the roof. A trophy case gleamed proudly in the center; trophies and awards showing UB’s excellence. On the top of the case was a big emblem that showed a penguin’s skeleton.

“Is that why it’s called the University of Bones?” he said aloud.

A girl giggled behind him, “Don’t be silly. That’s just the logo of some alumni designer that made it big. Mr. Penguin.”

Adrian turned around to see she had just stopped to say that and was already continuing on her way. He had never heard of Mr. Penguin, but he must be a famous artist if they put his logo on top of the trophy case.

Adrian fumbled with his bag and pulled out some papers. They had directions for where to go for orientation of the first day. Trying his best to follow the directions through the giant school, he eventually found a group of students that looked like they just arrived. He approached them casually.

“Your first day here, too?” he asked with a smile.

“Fuck off.”

Adrian frowned as the group walked away. He shrugged and followed them anyway. Occasionally one or two of them would look back and glare, but he just tried to avoid eye contact.

The gang of students, Adrian, and numerous other kids settled in a gym where bleachers were readied. A stage had been put together at the opposite side of the room with the bleachers facing it. Everyone worked their way to a seat and waited for orientation to start. It wasn’t a long wait before a man dressed totally in rags, covering even his face, walked along the stage.

Knights in armor with machine guns slung over their back entered the room with him, but they waited on either side of the stage. Adrian thought of it as a safety precaution and had already noticed a couple of guards like that patrolling outside. You just never know when the next monster will attack.

“Welcome, future students of the University of Bones. I’m happy to say it looks like we only lost one student this year.”

There was a bit of murmuring and looking around. One of the students, covered in blood, sighed and made the sign of a prayer.

“Jimmy will be missed, but such is the law of the land. Congratulations to those of you who made it. We’ll be handing out the tests in a moment.”

Tests!? Adrian looked around in a panic. But wasn’t he already accepted? Why would he have to do that?

The two knights had collected stacks of paper and then began to pass them to the students as they walked along the bleachers. Adrian waited anxiously as they seemed to pass over him several times. It seemed like everyone else was getting the test first. Finally, they handed him a paper and he relaxed a bit. It wasn’t a written test, it was instructions for a physical test.

The paper said this was a test of trust. Any who passed the following instructions would be accepted into the school while the others would be sent away immediately without provisions. Adrian watched as everyone else was leaping on it, reading an instruction and following it immediately.

Step One: Approach the stage and leave all weapons at the base of it and greet the headmaster.

Adrian watched as over half of the other kids and an adult walked up to the base to set their weapons down. Mostly swords and bows, but someone put down a pistol. They all gave a brief hello before walking to the center of the gym to continue reading.

Step Two: Form teams of three.

Adrian looked up again to see people pairing off. The five he had followed earlier were arguing about which two had to team up with a stranger.

Step Three: Choose one team member to stand by the stage; that member will sacrifice their hand.

Adrian’s eyes widened and he looked up to watch as the others finally decided on their teams. Then he watched as the teams realized they had to pick someone. The two that teamed up with a stranger took her paper away. He couldn’t hear what they were telling her; but due to her reaction, he knew it couldn’t have been the truth.

There were three other teams. The team of the three he followed initially were getting ready to fight each other to solve the dilemma. One of the other teams seemed to be playing rock, paper, scissors to decide, but they kept playing it over and over. The last team, of those that have formed already, had that strange adult in it. The other two were arguing and he seemed to be deep in thought. Suddenly, he clapped his hands.

“I’ll do it.”

Adrian could faintly hear him do that and then he said something lamenting his last clap that made the other two laugh. They patted him on the back and he went over to the stage.

Eventually the other teams started burning their papers and Adrian looked back to it.

Step Four: Burn this paper using the flint taped below; use the rest of this paper to crumble it into a torch and allow it to safely burn away.

Adrian didn’t understand how that was, but he looked up and saw they were burning their papers without getting their hands burnt. A couple of them started high fiving and watching the stage with a smile. The rag-stranger just simply stood in front of the mic, watching everyone. Adrian looked back to the paper. Under the instructions for a safe burning was a legal bit about injuries. But hidden within them, the paper continued.

Step Five: Congratulations to proving you won’t go off headstrong at first command by reading through the paper. Please wait on the bleachers for the next thirty minutes for the next test.

Adrian smiled and looked around. There were four other students that sat on the bleachers. There was a girl with blonde hair sporting a pixie cut; an older girl dressed almost in business attire like a CEO with jet black hair; a kid that looked too young to be here with white hair and a red jacket; and finally an average looking kid who sat down at the bottom of the bleachers wearing a blue hat.

Eventually, there were burned papers all through the gym and five sacrifices standing by the stage. The headmaster called them to the stage and then brandished a giant cleaver blade; it reminded Adrian of an arabic styled sword. There were some red jewels on the hilt that almost seemed to glow.

“This is my sacred blade and it represents the will of our University. Please present your hands for sacrifice.”

All of them hesitated except for the adult who had volunteered. The girl that had been tricked to the stage looked around with confusion and fright. The others seemed to be arguing about who had to raise their hand first or if this was really worth the education.

“Eager to please?” asked the Headmaster to the adult.

“Our educations are important and I chose to come up here. I’m ready to trust UB completely.”

There was a slight chuckle.

“My, what a brave man. You are in the right place. Return to the bleachers.”

The adult looked confused and then the headmaster eased the adult’s wrist back down to his side before pointing him to the bleachers. Then they both looked to the girl, who seemed to have no idea what she wanted to do.

“Did you not read the paper?”

“They told me I wasn’t supposed to know the rest of the test and that I should come up here cause I was the strongest.”

Adrian could feel the awkwardness that hung in the air with the silent minute that passed during the headmaster’s deliberations. He didn’t have to look at her team to know her teammates were squirming.

“Return to the bleachers.”

The adult guided her back to the bleachers. Some of the other teams were starting to notice a couple of people were still in the bleachers. They started to follow them up.

“If you do not have a paper, you cannot return to the bleachers without my expressed permission,” the headmaster called out, without turning around.

The teams stopped, the girl’s teammates looked at each other as they realized this test was becoming something more than it initially appeared to be. The boy in the blue cap stood up and held out his paper to them.

“What the hell?” one of them asked.

“Trade with me,” he responded in a child-like voice.

“Fine,” said the rougher looking one, shoving his teammate aside.

The boy in the blue cap gave the rough student his paper and walked over to the other teammate. The rough student took a seat on the bleachers and hunched forward, watching the stage.

The other three on the stage promptly held out their hands, trying to prove their devotion first. The headmaster chuckled at their sudden eagerness and then quickly held the blade up. As he got his chopping motion ready, they flinched. Only one of them held their arm out as he brought the blade down.

He clenched his jaw and held his eyes shut; ready for the sudden CHOP of the blade. He peeked out to see the blade resting flatly against his wrist and let out a huge sigh of relief.

“Oh thank god,” he muttered as the Headmaster directed him to the bleachers.

He turned to the remaining two on the stage.

“Where’d your bravery go?”

They nervously looked around and then were instructed to return to their teams. The five teams stood amongst themselves in the gym. It was now three teams of two and two teams of three. They all looked up to the headmaster as he began to make a speech about the importance of trust, loyalty, and secrets.

While he did this, Adrian noticed the boy in the blue cap was returning to his teammate. Looking further ahead, he saw the blue cap had just randomly walked up the stage and back.

“How weird,” he said to himself as he studied the stage.

His eyes shot wide with surprise and he leapt out of his seat as he realized the reason. The headmaster began to trail off as he noticed Adrian charging through the bleachers. He looked down to see what he was running towards and saw the boy in the blue cap holding something he took from the weapon pile: the pistol.

The other kids began to gasp and cry out with fear as they saw he was waving it around the room with a happy expression that somehow seemed entirely empty of emotion.

“What the fuck are you doing?” asked his teammate.

“Fuck off,” the kid responded as he shot him in the chest.

Adrian cried out with anger as he leapt off the bleachers and towards the boy in the blue cap. The boy turned around and aimed his gun at Adrian. There was the pop of gunfire and Adrian slammed into the boy, tumbling them both to the floor.

Everyone watching began to gasp and run to the pile of weapons. The headmaster had already stepped off the stage and motioned everyone to stand back, shouting for them to remain calm and stick to the walls. Adrian kicked away the boy in the blue cap and grabbed at his hat. With a sickening rip and spurts of blood, the hat came off.

The boy’s skin crumbled and fell away to reveal a demonic presence of silver and grey. Adrian looked at the hat, reverting into a silver helm in his hand, and muttered, “Shapeshifter.”

It roared at the headmaster and transformed its arms into bloody blades. The headmaster stood a few feet away, with his blade still drawn, and the two of them locked eyes. Suddenly there was the sound of a fire crackling and the shapeshifter clutched at its chest. The headmaster and shapeshifter looked down to Adrian to see him holding the bone revolver, smoke drifting out from the barrel.

The shapeshifter snarled, but then molten cracks of energy tore across its body, making it twitch and flinch as it began to fall apart like rocks. Still it ran towards Adrian. It was right on top of him when it finally became a cloud of pebbles and dust. Adrian winced as they rained down on him.

The headmaster knelt next to him and checked him over for a bullet wound, but found none. Adrian pointed to his machete that had fallen by the bleachers and smiled. He had used it to block the bullet when he jumped on the demon.

“You’re a brave student and I’m proud to have you here, Adrian,” the headmaster spoke.

“You know my name?”

“With parents like yours, how could I not?”

Most of the students were sent home, unable to pass the orientation. Adrian stood amongst the remaining 8 students that were accepted into the University of Bones.

“Future students of the University of Bones,” spoke the headmaster, addressing all of them now in his office. “I am Sir Raphael Lumingston, headmaster of this university. It is my privilege to let you all know that you passed our orientation. Some of you passed with flying colors while others simply made it past the finish line. You have proven to me that you are either loyal and trustworthy of the secrets we share here, or that you aren’t dishonest or totally without loyalty. I can say with absolute certainty that you’re all ready to learn and change our futures. We strive for the greatest education we can here, no matter what your field is. May you accept and handle the responsibilities of these coming years with grand confidence.”

He took a seat and removed the rags from his head to reveal a skull with shadowed eye sockets, each one containing a glowing orb. The other rags began to fall away to reveal a business-like suit underneath; the school’s uniform but more pristine and proper. The living skeleton smiled at them, his bones proving they had more flexibility than the standard human skeleton.

“Welcome to the University of Bones,” he said with a wave of his skeletal hand.

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Northside Princess Part I

Sweet Pea x Reader

A/N: Hi, this is my first imagine like ever, so I hope it doesn’t suck and I hope you guys like it!! This is part one of a series, so I will be posting the other parts soon!

(Y/N) moves to the Southside after some family turmoil, will she fit in or will she find herself getting into trouble with a certain raven-haired serpent?

(Y/N) POV

I took a deep breath as I walked through the doors of southside high, I think about how much has changed in just a short time. Just last week I was a river vixen at riverdale high drinking milkshakes at Pop’s with Arch and Betty, and today I'm walking through the gates of hell. As i snap back into reality I realize how many people are staring at me and my heart immediately starts to race. I try to search for the only face I knew in this place, the serpent prince himself Jughead Jones, Jug and I have known each other since grade and seeing his gentle smile across the hall eases me a bit. “Hey stranger, welcome to hell”, I just roll my eyes and laugh, I was about to ask him for a tour until he was called away by some serpents. I again feel the panic overwhelm while I try to locate my first class, until I am approached by warm handsome smile. “You must be new, I’d remember that pretty face” and with that his hands grip my waist “you’re ghoulie territory now” he smiles as his grip gets tighter. I struggled to get away when I heard a deep voice yell “Leave her the hell alone or you will be sorry, she’s one of us”, I look up to see a tall handsome raven haired boy. I barely manage to get out the words “thank you” he just scoffs and rolls his eyes “this is why northside princess’s don’t belong on the southside” and brushed past me. I go to say something but when I look back up the boy has already walked away and all I can see is the big snake and bold letters of his Serpents leather jacket. I stare with my mouth agape and think to myself “what the hell did I get myself into”, I knew about the ghoulies and the serpents and I told myself I was going to stay as far away as possible from both. I quickly head into my class and attempt to catch my breath from the hallway situation. “Hey, you must be (Y/N), I’m Toni Topaz, Jug’s told me lots about you” a girl with pink hair and a serpent jacket smiles which snaps me out of my daze, I give her a smile back and introduce myself. Maybe having a friend here won’t be the worst thing, she asks me about my schedule and we find out we have several classes together. I was walking to lunch when I saw the raven haired serpent again, we locked eyes and I went to say hi but he brushed past me and kept walking towards the cafeteria. Toni catches up with me and asks me to sit with her and her friends at lunch and I happily agree, not wanting to draw attention to myself for sitting alone. When walking into the cafeteria I see the same ghoulie from this morning and cringe as he smiles and winks at me, I look over to the tall raven haired serpent and he is shooting daggers at the ghoulie. This making me mentally smile but also give a confused sigh, I think to myself “Why does he care if I get hurt, he can’t even say hi to me”. I start to feel my heart race when Toni leads me over to a table full of Serpents, I don’t look up but I can feel the tall serpent’s eyes boring into my soul. When we get to the table Jug welcome me with a warm smile and Toni introduces me to the two other boys already seated. She points to a cute boy who looks far to innocent to be a serpent “(Y/N) Fangs, Fangs (Y/N), he gives me a warm smile and welcomes to me to southside high. The serpent sitting next to him just scoffs and Toni and Fangs give him a confused look “What? Look at her, typical northsider name and face, you all know she doesn’t belong in a place like this”. I felt my cheeks begin to heat up in embarrassment. What is the guy's problem. I think to myself. “And that’s Sweet Pea, as you can see he is great at first impressions” Toni says while rolling her eyes. Sweet Pea so that is the tall dark mysterious serpent’s name, ironic, I think to myself before going to introduce myself. “I already know your name Princess, save it” I shot him a weary look at the fact that he called me ‘Princess’ hoping he wouldn’t see it but of course he did “That’s what you are aren’t you? A northside princess, so how did her majesty wind up in royal hell? Did daddy not buy you the new car you wanted so you threw an epic temper tantrum?” Sweet Pea sneered at me, I instantly felt the tears well up in my eyes and before he could say anything I immediately turned around and headed straight towards the first empty room I could find.

Sweet Pea’s POV

Getting off my bike this morning I thought today would be just the same as always, go to school and then head to the White Wyrm for some pool with Fangs. When I got to school Jughead was going on about an old friend that is starting at southside high today, I got bored and walked away. Walking to my first class I was thinking about what northside loser would be transferring here and just laugh to myself. I was snapped out of my thoughts when I see some ghoulie trash gripping some girls waist, as I get a closer look I can’t help but notice how beautiful she is, she must be new I would know a face like that. I don’t know what came over me but I instantly yelled “Leave her the hell alone or you will be sorry, she’s one of us”, what the hell am I doing, she wasn’t one of us why am I defending her. When the ghoulie runs away, I finally get a good look at her, she was absolutely gorgeous with her (Y/H/C) and (Y/E/C), then I notice she is wearing pink. She must be the northsider Jughead was babbling about this morning, she looks up at me and smiles as she can barely get a thank you. Tell her anytime or you’re welcome or something, come on Sweet Pea but all I can spit out is “this is why northside princess’s don’t belong on the southside”, she immediately looks down and I can’t help but wonder why I would do that. I turn and walk away before she can say anything back to me. I don’t see her again until I’m walking to lunch and I lock eyes with her and push away the feeling I get when she smiles at me, again I walk away not wanting to get involved with a northsider. I get to cafeteria and sit with Fangs when I see that ghoulie wink at her and can’t help but to get protective again. Fangs looks over at me “what’s up with you today, you have been acting weird since first period” I tell him that it was nothing but lack of sleep and he drops it. I see Toni and the girl walking towards our table and I mentally smack Toni for becoming friends with her. She introduces (Y/N) to Fangs first and all I can think is a beautiful name for a beautiful girl. God she really is a Northside princess but not in the snobby rich kid way. (Y/N) gives me a smile and goes to introduce herself and all I can do is give her some dick response about already knowing her name, she gives me a weary look when I use the word ‘princess’ again, and of course again I have to be a smart ass. “That’s what you are aren’t you? A northside princess, so how did her majesty wind up in royal hell? Did daddy not buy you the new car you wanted so you threw an epic temper tantrum?” I spit at her, and I instantly regretted it when I see the wells of tears pooling in her beautiful (Y/C/E) orbs. I watched her turn around and run away, seeing her like that pinged something in my chest, something that I have never felt before. I shook it off as I felt the gang shooting daggers at me, if looks could kill I’d be dead. “Jug told us why she was here Sweets, how could you do that” I try to remember what Jughead had told us this morning but I wasn’t listening. I didn’t say anything back and I ran to find (Y/N), I looked into the first empty classroom I saw and there she was, the beautiful girl from the cafeteria crouched in a ball sobbing into her knees. I tried to remain silent and I walked over to her, she looks up at with me sad eyes. I felt guilt in the pit of my stomach and my heart ached to see her like this, what is happening to me. I finally crouch down next to her and hold her in my arms just whispering how sorry I am. God what is this girl doing to me.

(Y/N) POV

I ran into the classroom and immediately let out a sob, I thought Jughead was going to talk his friends so that I didn’t have to talk about it. Maybe Sweet Pea did know, maybe he was trying to hurt me, I just don’t understand him. I felt someone’s eyes etching through me and I looked up to see Sweet Pea looking at me like he had just killed a puppy. I gave him a sad smile and put my head back down. A few moments later I felt two strong wrap around me and heard Sweet Pea whispering how sorry he was for everything today. I look at him and see the sadness in his eyes and I realize that maybe the serpents aren’t all bad. God what am I getting myself into.

Part II will be coming soon!! Hope you enjoy!!

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