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eunoiaflow3r · 3 years

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when worlds collide - h.p. x gn!avenger!reader

a/n: bahahahahaha no one reads harry x reader lmaoo you don’t have to tell me - i know. but still, i thought this was a cute idea and i went with it. hope you enjoy :)

not edited.

also: timelines don’t match up bc i don’t want to do the math so harry is like 20 - 21 and your like 19 - 20 in 2020. Civil War and everything on didn’t happen. Fred didn’t die.

gn = gender neutral

warning(s): “language!” - captain america.

word count: 3.1k

request(ed): no.

summary: stephen sends y/n to a strange new place with...wizards?

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Never doubt Stephen Strange. That's something that pretty much everyone has accepted. Never second guess the wizard man. Usually you'd agree. Usually you'd just let the man babble about whatever he needed to and then go about your day.

Not now.

The fuckery.

Now you were here (wherever here was) after some flashes of orange and a "be careful." Did he even do the spell right? Is this really where you were supposed to be?

It was dark, and dirty and you just wanted to go home and not talk to anyone so you turned yourself invisible.

You were born with your powers - you think. You were adopted so you wouldn't know where your powers came from. All you know is that one day your parents couldn't find you, even though you were right there. Instead of thinking you were some kind of alien and throwing you out to labs, they helped you control it the best you could.

It was difficult at first, all things considered, but you got through. You discovered you had another power as well. Force fields. Those came in handy during the battles. (You helped where you could), and Tony Stark took you in afterwards as his own. He helped you create your suit, and your name, and discover more about your powers, he was basically a dad to you.

Your parents were a little hesitant letting you join the Avengers, but once they realized this is what you were meant to do, and you had people just like you protecting you, they couldn't keep you from that. They just couldn't.

So here you were, invisible, in some dark and creepy alley. There were doors either side of you, so you got out of the way considering they could open and smack you in the face at any given moment. You heard loud voices and laughing and cheering from both ends of the alley so you walked towards the one in front of you.

The voices were so loud and echoey that you really couldn't focus on anything else. Maybe that's why you didn't hear a boy behind you trip and fall into you from behind.

"I'm so sorry." he said helping you up.

You turned around to help him, he got awfully dirty, and searched for his glasses that fell off his face.

Once standing, he took out a stick, waved it over him, and all of a sudden the dirt and gravel was gone.

"How did you do that?" You were no stranger to magic, but this was something you've never seen before. And why would he do it in front of you? For all he knew, you were an unknowing human.

"What?" He asked eyebrows furrowed together, accent strong.

"With the stick."

He chuckled shoving the stick back in his cloak.

"The stick." He smiled and looked you up and down. "It's a wand. You must not be from around here."

"Yeah, what tipped you off?" You noticed the lightning bolt scar on his head. You wondered how he got it.

"The accent, the clothes, the inability to recognize a simple wand, the ability to be here, not recognizing me, and wait - where is your cloak?"

"Cloak?"

"You were just invisible a moment earlier but I don't see your cloak anywhere."

"I don't have one. I can make myself invisible without a piece of fabric or your fancy stick." You say sarcastically. Were you flirting?

"Handy." He grins. "The name's Harry Potter."

He holds his hand out for you to shake. "Y/N L/N."

He asks you if you want to talk somewhere besides a dark dirty alley. You agreed. It took some convincing though to let him use his stick to clean the clothes you had on, but to change your outfit to something less, standout-ish.

When you felt the witch hat on your head you immediately snatched it off your head and glared at him.

He just laughed.

Once out of the alley, you breathed in the now clean air, and was mesmerized. People were bustling in and out of small shops, animals were flying and chirping around their owners, children were running around with their friends and siblings, and people were waving sticks, or wands, just like Harry used.

"C'mon, this way." He smiled at your awestruck face. It reminded him of when he first arrived with Hagrid all those years ago.

He brought you inside a coffee shop, and sat you at a booth near the window knowing you'd probably want to still look outside at the new scenes.

After ordering, and a few moments of silence as you looked around, you decided to ask some questions.

"Where am I?"

"We're in Diagon Alley. It's like an outside mall."

"I mean like, planet? I guess?"

"Earth."

"Earth?"

"Well, more specifically London. Diagon Alley."

"London?! I'm in London?!"

"You've never been? To Earth? Or London?"

You rolled your eyes silently cursing Strange. "I'm from Earth. The United States, actually. I just wish he'd put me on a fucking plane or something instead of making it seem like I was going to Mars."

"He?" Harry was very curious.

You looked into his green eyes, your mind wandering. The guy in front of you was very attractive. His dark hair complimented his eyes, and his glasses made him even more attractive.

"You guys are wizards right?"

"Really? What gave you that impression?" He asks sarcastically. "The sticks, the pointy hats, or the big bowl with green liquid sitting outside?”

You rolled your eyes. "Very funny. It's not my fault you live into the stereotype of brewing potions in your cauldrons -"

"Oh well I can only assume you're one of those Avengers from the States, yeah?" He grins. "You guys are all over the news."

"Yes, sure -"

"And don't one of you wear capes and another shoot lasers or lightning or whatnot? Sounds very stereotypical to me."

You laugh as the waitress brings over your drinks and muffins. You thank her. "No, well yes, that's Strange and Thor, but that's besides the point -"

"Well of course it's strange." He grins and winks and you over his mug. He was purposely annoying you and found great joy in it.

"Anyway," you sigh getting back to the point. "Do you guys have a Wizard here, like a powerful, trusting, all-knowing kind of guy?"

His eyes dropped slowly and his smile dimmed for a moment before slowly widening once again.

"Had. His name was Dumbledore."

"Our guy is Stephen Strange. Or Dr. Strange. He sent me here, and I'm not sure why."

"Hmmm." He hums setting down his mug. "Are the states in danger? Were you sent here on a secret quest that would put you through tough trials that would risk your life but would ultimately save everyone you've ever loved so you just have to do it?"

You were in a silent shock. "Uhm. No, not that I'm aware of, no."

"Well then perhaps your Wizard Strange is playing matchmaker."

"Matchmaker?"

"Well you were sent here weren't you?" You nod. "Arrived outside the exact place where I was and I just happened to bump into you? Sounds like a set-up to me."

"Or a coincidence."

"I'd like to think it was fate that I bump into the most attractive person I've ever seen and they don't know who I am and won't judge me 'cause of my past." He took a bite of his muffin.

"Should I be worried?"

"I guess you'll have to figure that out yourself." He winks.

You decide to eat your muffin as well. It was a comfortable silence until you looked out of the window and noticed a guy crouching down behind a cauldron...with a camera.

"Harry?"

"Hm?"

"Why is there a man outside taking pictures of you?"

His eyes widened. "Oh shit." He whispered. "Here." He took out a baseball cap and put it over your head, hiding your face from the camera.

He gets out of his seat quickly pulling you along with him to the back of the shop but before you could say anything he had his wand pulled out.

Next thing you saw was a couch and living room.

"Wow." You panted. "What a way to bring a girl home."

"I apologise Y/N, I block them out so much I forget they're even there and now they've seen you, and have a story and -"

"Wait, wait, wait, are you wanted for murder or something?"

Harry walks over to his bookshelf and pulls out a rather large book. After opening up on the table, he waved his wand over it and beckons you over to read it.

'Boy who lived.'

'Golden boy defeats Voldemort'

'winner of Triwizard tournament'

And there was so much more… 'Harry Potter' in bold just strewn across the pages. His whole life story.

Your eyes widen at everything. "So both and neither. War hero. How come I've never heard of you? Or any of this?"

He smiles at the pages fondly, running his fingers across the letters and reminiscing on his times at Hogwarts.

"Unlike you Avengers, we like to keep our business private and quiet. We don't like prying eyes."

You scoff. "Not our fault we have alien invasions every year."

Harry agreed and for the rest of the night you sat on his couch talking and sometimes arguing, over every little thing. It felt like you two had known each other forever.

You're not sure when, but you fell asleep there and woke with your head on his chest and his arm wrapped around your waist. You're not sure how the two of you ended up this way, and you realized you were practically strangers, but you didn't want to move. You just wanted to tangle your fingers through his dark hair.

But you didn't. Instead you stared at his closed eyes, and focused on his long, dark, eyelashes that fluttered a little from time to time. You thought about how you could get used to this. Waking up with his arm wrapped around you.

You told him last night that if he was actually a serial killer, and wanted to kill you that you had a whole team of people who would rip him limb from limb. He had no doubts and looked actually scared of your threat.

You thought about what it'd be like to live here among people like you.

Stomach grumbling, you decided to get up and see if he had anything you could make for him. It's the least you could do. His face turned when you left his arms, but you quickly pulled the blanket over him so he would be able to sleep a little longer.

You found his bathroom, and washed your face. In your backpack was a toothbrush and some toothpaste so you brushed your teeth, fixed your hair, and got dressed.

By the time you got out of the bathroom, you noticed Harry was still sleeping so you went into the kitchen and tried to find anything remotely close to breakfast foods. By the look of his inventory, you could tell he was very good at cooking but hadn’t been to the store in a while. He did have some eggs and toast though so you decided to make that.

In the middle of it, you got a phone call from Strange.

“Strange?”

“Harry Potter.” he says.

“What?” you were so confused as to how Stephen knew ANYTHING.

“You’re in his place, we've been tracking you.”

“So I guess we should probably have a talk about privacy? I don’t know, it just seems like something we should discuss you know? Cause usually people can respect that - especially people who just DUMP you here in the first place -“

“Calm down that’s what the mission was. While you were sleeping, we searched the place with a camera we put on you and he’s not who we thought he was. You completed the mission L/N. Great job.”

“Is he a danger?”

“Not necessarily. Just making sure your fine is all.”

“What -?”

He hung up.

Why wouldn’t Strange tell you his intentions? Why would he let you stay here if he thought Harry might have been a bad guy? Why would he risk that?

Right as you hung up Harry Potter walked into the kitchen with his lenses in between his shirt - he was cleaning his glasses.

His dark hair hung over his eyes but his eyebrows were raised.

“You made breakfast?”

“It was the least I could do. I didn’t mean to fall asleep but thank you for letting me stay.”

He smiled and put his glasses back on. In doing so his gray shirt lifted and you could see his abs. You turned away a blushed.

“It was no big deal. Thank you for making breakfast, love. You didn’t have to.”

You didn’t say anything and instead placed both of your finished plates on the dining room table. He followed you and sat down immediately digging in.

“These are the best eggs i’ve ever eaten Y/N thank you.”

You smiled in response but then frowned remembering your conversation with Strange. You should probably tell Harry.

“So,” you cleared your throat. “You were wrong.”

He gave you a look that meant “about?”

“Dr. Strange - the wizard I work with - he likes to check out potential threats and make sure that ya’know - the earth stays safe and everything. Je can kind of see the future and its propabilities. He did the same thing with Thor and his brother Loki.”

“Okay, go on.”

You cringed. “And so he called me and told me that he sent me here so he could see you? I don’t know I guess he saw you as a threat and wanted to make sure you weren’t.”

You looked at Harry but his face was clear of any and every emotion. He just continued to eat his eggs. It was silent.

You ate a bit at your eggs too until he spoke up which made you look up.

“I can’t say I’m very surprised honestly. With everything you guys manage to fuck up there I’d wanna know if someone else was about to create shit problems too.”

You sighed with relief. He wasn’t mad.

“I’m sorry really Harry, I didn’t even know.”

“No yeah it’s fine. I get it. I still think he sent you specifically for a reason though. There’s just no way we aren’t soul mates or something.”

“Oh shut up Potter.”

He smiled. “I’ve been thinking.”

“Gee your head must hurt.”

He squints at you jokingly. “You should let me take you out. I can show you around today. Y’know, so you can see what wizards are like.”

“Is this a date?”

His face flushes red and he looks down at his plate. “Yeah, yeah it’s a date.”

And a date it was.

“What the fuck is wrong with you Harry! Again?!” You practically screamed. Harry called it aparation but you call it hell. You let it go the first time but damn. He barely even warned you, just took your hand, held it tight, pulled you close, and waved his wand.

It was teleportation. Something you’ve never ever done before.

“Fucking hell Potter I’m going to murder you.”

“And Strange was worried about your safety? This is like your 4th time threatening to end my life and besides, it wasn’t even that bad.”

You rolled your eyes.

Throughout the day Harry showed you all sorts of things you’d never ever seen before. This consisted of every flavor jelly beans (and by every flavor they really meant every flavor), a chocolate frog, and never ending bubble gum. And that was just on the candy side.

He took you inside this joke shop ran by two of his friends from his old school he called hogwarts. They were twins that went by the names of Fred and George. The only twins you had ever met was Wanda and Pietro but telling the story of Pietro’s death seemed to sour Harry’s mood but excite the twins. The fact that he sacrificed himself for a little boy made him a hero in their eyes. They begged you to tell them more stories.

By the end of the day you went back to Harry’s place and you were exhausted. You can’t believe all that you’ve seen and eaten. How was this stuff even possible? How was it all hidden? You were amazed.

Harry was glad to see you had a good day and glad that he had met you. When you got back, he told you that you could stay another night...and perhaps in the bed instead of the couch. He hadn’t meant it in a dirty way but that didn’t stop you from laughing until tears came out of your eyes. He was so awkward at times. Once he had to ask if it was okay to take your hand while you were in the street and it was so cute how he couldn’t really find the words even for something as simple as hand holding.

“Harry?”

“Hm?”

You both were laying in his bed facing the other.

“I had a lot of fun today. I feel like i’ve known you forever.”

He grinned from ear to ear and was glad that you couldn’t see him. He would have been beyond embarrassed if you’d seen how unmistakably happy that made him.

“I had fun with you Y/N. You’re great company.”

You were silent for a moment.

And another.

“Harry?”

“Yes?”

“Can I kiss you?”

You were scared of his response and your heart was practically beating out of your chest. What if he was just being friendly? What if he just wanted to be friends? You would have made a huge fool of yourself. You were going to turn away embarrassed until his hand came up to your face and slipped onto your cheek. He was so warm. His lips pressed against yours for a moment and then he pulled away.

After a moment he reconnected and moved his lips against yours slowly. Your hand went to the back of his neck and toyed with his hair. He groaned into your mouth. You smiled and scooted even closer to him. All you could hear was the sound of your breathing and kissing. You didn’t want to pull away but you had to.

“Harry.” you said practically breathless.

“Yeah.” he was breathless too.

“I want to show you my world. You should come see New York.”

“Yeah? You wanna show me those alien invasions and robot attacks?”

You laughed and snuggled into Harry. He wrapped his arm around you and kissed your neck.

“Mhmm.”

“I’d love to see it.”

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writing-of-a-british-bitch · 3 years

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Blame Me- Chapter 3

Fandom: The Walking Dead

Specified gender: Female

Word Count: 5.7K

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x reader,

TW: Cannibalism (thanks Terminus), reference to past major character death, detailed gore, canon typical violence, canon divergence, reference to past child death, angry Daryl (if that counts), Daryl being mean about religion( IG?)

Genre: Horror ig?

Series: Blame Me

Requests: CLOSED

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A/N: I will warn you, I kind of got carried away with Chapter 4, so get ready for that tomorrow. This one felt a little rushed, but the ending is worth it (I hope!) Enjoy!

For once, Daryl was cursing himself for being right. Terminus had been too fucking good to be true. Ask too many questions, and apparently, you get eaten. He was lined up, with Glenn, Bob and Rick, and apparently, he was the only one fighting against them. They just sat there and let them tie them up for fucks sake. He couldn't die, not like this. He wouldn't die just to be someones damn meal. Daryl got shoved in front of a trough-like bowl that stretched before the other men who were on either side of him. One look from Rick and Glenn made him pause, and he glared right back, breathing heavily, but he stopped fighting. The room was deadly still as two people dressed in butchers outfit came in, and he went cold. Fuck. They walked to the opposite end, grabbing the hair of a blonde guy at the end and one smacked him with a baseball bat. Once he was out, the other slit his throat, and immediately panic arose, and Glenn started panicking beside him. This continued down the line until it got to Glenn, and Daryl felt the dread building and building in his stomach, watching the blood run through the trough. Shit. Shit. Shit.

Glenn's hair got pulled back, and Daryl could tell the younger man was already apologising to Maggie in his head. The first butcher raised the bat above his head but was stopped when the leader, Gareth walked through.

"Hey, guys, what were your shot counts?" He asked, looking up from the clipboard in his hand. The first guy answered almost instantly with "38" but the guy with the knife hesitated "Hey! Your shot count"

"Crap, man, I'm sorry. It was my first roundup," He sighed. Daryl had to resist making a face of disgust. How could they discuss these things so casually as if they weren't killing people for food right in front of them?

"After you're done here, go back to your point and count the shells. Kaylee won't be gathering them until tomorrow. Oh, and also, did you both register your reports on that girl who tried to escape the other day?" Gareth questioned, raising an eyebrow. Rick narrowed his eyes at the man, while Bob started wriggling, and making small noises to get his attention. Both butchers gave responses of yes simultaneously "Great."

"What happened to her?" One asked, but Daryl couldn't determine which. Didn't fucking care at this point.

"Kaylee's got her. She's a fighter, I'll give her that. She'll break eventually. Don't worry about it," Gareth shrugged.

God these guys really were another level of asshole. If eating people didn't qualify that enough.

"Hey, let me talk to you for a minute! Let me talk to you for a minute. Let me talk to you for a minute!"Bob exclaimed, muffled through the gag. What the hell was he doing? Gareth turned back with an exasperated sigh, crouching down in front of him and yanking the gag out.

"What?"

"Don't do this. We can fix this," Bob tried to reason.

"No, you can't," Gareth rolled his eyes and moved to put the gag back in Bob's mouth.

"You don't have to do this. We told you there's a way out of all this. You just have to take a chance. We have a man who knows how to stop it. He has a cure. We just have to get him to Washington. You don't have to do this, man. We can put the world back to how it was," Now he was being stupid. Gareth was clearly a psychopath, there was no reasoning with a man like him. Daryl was, however, becoming increasingly aware of how long the guy at the end had been dead. He'd turn soon if they didn't deal with it.

"Can't go back, Bob," Gareth put the gag back in. Bob's eyes widened as he kept begging.

"We can! You don't have to do this!" Gareth rolled his eyes, turning to look at Rick instead. Daryl saw him stiffen, eyes hardening as he looked to the man who threatened his son. Gareth pulled the gag out and Rick held back a snarl, clutching the chunk of wood tighter

"We saw you go into the woods with a bag and come out without it. Had to pull my spotters back before we could go look for it. What was in it? You hid it, right? In case things went bad? Smart. Still, we'll find it. But it's too dangerous to go out there right now.," He suddenly grabbed Bob by the back of the neck and held a knife to his eye., but Rick didn't say anything. "What was in it? I'm curious. And it was a big bag. You really gonna let me do this?

"Well, let me take you out there I'll show you," Daryl watched the exchange carefully. Rick had started to go full Shane recently, and Gareth was messing with the wrong fucking guy.

"Not gonna happen. This might," Gareth moved the knife closer to Bob's eye, and he could see him trying not to flinch.

"There's guns in it. AK-47. .44 Magnum. Automatic weapons. Nightscope. There's a compound bow and a machete with a red handle. That's what I'm gonna use to kill you," Rick growled, glaring. The sharpened piece of wood he was holding was starting to make his hand bleed he was holding it so tightly.

Gareth only laughed, putting the gag back in "Thanks," He stood up and began walking back, calling to the two butchers "You have two hours to get them on the driers. I'm gonna go back to public face. Now's the time we can get messy, but we need to dial it all in by sundown."

The butchers nodded, pulling their goggles and gloves back on, but just when they were about to get back to work, they heard gunshots ring out from outside. Gareth looked at the window puzzled before pulling the radio from his side. Glenn's breathing was getting rapid as the panic built back up. One of the butchers raised the bat again slowly.

"Hey, Chuck?" Another gunshot sounded, stopping the butcher. Daryl looked around, meeting Rick's gaze briefly before a loud explosion shook the ground, knocking them to the floor, so Daryl was on the back of Glenn's legs. He could see black smoke through the window, and he already knew that there would be a herd of walkers following through.

"Hey, what the hell was that? Do you copy?"Someone on the radio asked, sounding slightly scared.

"You stay here," Gareth commanded, beginning to walk out.

"Gareth these guys aren't going anywhere-"

"Stay here until I know what's happening!" Gareth screamed, running out. The butchers exchanged a frustrated look, but stayed put, rising from the ground. Daryl and Glenn had started rubbing their wrists together hoping to break the zip ties holding them down, and Glenn let out a noise of pain.

"So we just sit here?" Knife guy asked

"Got a job to do," the Baseball guy replied, nonchalantly. They stood there for a minute, not even noticing Daryl and Glenns escape attempt, but the knife guy started pacing as they heard more and more gunshots. They started bickering. Daryl didn't even fucking care anymore. He had to get out of these restraints and get his family out of this shit hole. But apparently, while the butchers had failed to notice him, he'd failed to notice Rick, as he came behind one of them and stabbed him in the temple, then moved and stabbed the other in the neck. Except he stabbed the guy in the neck over and over and over, showing that Rick style homicidal rage, that stopped Daryl in his tracks. Rick rushed over and used the stake to tear his and Glenn's bindings, eyes frantic. Daryl stood up, tugging the gag from his mouth in relief.

"Sounds like a damn war," He huffed, picking up one of the knives from the table while Rick cut Bob free.

"What the hell are these people?" Bob asked, scrambling to his feet.

"They ain't people," Daryl remarked, and for a split second, his mind flickered to his girl. That was something she'd say. Maybe she'd rubbed off on him. But he couldn't think about that right now. He had to get out. Had to get them out. Bob went to stab one of the butchers in the head but Rick stopped him immediately.

"Don't. Let him turn."

The four men made their way out of the room, further into the slaughterhouse. They entered a room, where there were bodies hung up like animals, dried and headless. Daryl had never been someone with a weak stomach. Hell, all his years of hunting and the apocalypse had stopped that. But seeing the bodies made his stomach churn in disgust. Rick clearly had the same thought in mind.

"You cross any of these people, you kill them. Don't hesitate," He walked further in the room, Daryl following behind. He tucked the machete into his belt and picked up another knife and Rick looked over to him. "They won't."

Gunfire kept roaring from outside, and Daryl used his elbow to break off a chunk of metal from a machine. He didn't even want to know what it did. They reached the door and saw walkers crowded around a container, where some people were screaming for help inside, possibly some of Terminus' other hostages.

"If we run, we can get by them. They're distracted," Rick stated but Glenn shook his head.

"We got to let those people out. That's still who we are. It's got to be," Glenn replied, determined. Daryl didn't take his eyes off the walkers, knife out and ready to kill if he had to. There was a short pause, and Rick nodded, opening the door. All the noise from outside rose to an insane volume and it almost made Daryl's ears ache as he rushed out first, stabbing walkers, the rest of his boys right behind. It turned out the guy in the container was not only a member of Terminus but also absolutely batshit. They didn't have to worry about him long though - a walker took quick care of him, tearing out the muscles of his shoulder, as the guy screamed.

The place was overrun. There were walkers everywhere, and they weren't entirely sure how they were going to get out of this one. Daryl was more focused on keeping Glenn in place so he didn't do anything rash to get back to Maggie. He couldn't blame him. If (Y/N) were in that container still, he'd do something stupid to get back to her. Rick suddenly sprinted off, ignoring the groups' calls of his name. They watched as some of Terminus shot down a bunch of walkers, Rick crouched out of view behind a car. Daryl let out an annoyed growl. The damn fool was gonna get himself killed doing this. So, he followed after him, watching his back as Rick killed one of the Terminus men and stole his gun, using it to shoot walkers and Terminus alike. The walkers were helping to take out some of Terminus, but it was getting too full, and even Rick could see they wouldn't be able to get past all the walkers. He and Daryl ran back to Bob and Glenn, who looked pissed off that he'd run off again.

"We're gonna have to double back."

They made it back to the container their family was in and they pried the doors open. Daryl, Glenn and Bob were watching Rick's back as he instructed everyone, Abraham, Sasha, Michonne, Carl, Tara, Rosita, Eugene and Maggie, out of the box. But the annoying bastards just kept coming and coming. They were running out of time. Out of the corner of his eye, Glenn saw someone fighting a ginger woman. One of Terminus. The other woman was covered in walker's guts, using the disguising trick but he could see (H/C) hair. But he didn't think anything of it. She was probably just another hostage who was taking advantage of the situation. He couldn't worry about her now, he had to worry about his family. Daryl saw Carl and Rick talking for a split second before the chaos resumed, and they were fighting their way out, guts and blood spilling everywhere.

Anywhere you looked, there was a walker or a Terminus person. Daryl was leading, keeping his people safe from the front, and Rick was a the back. They were storming ahead, so so close to the fence. But Rick and Carl were slowing, from exhaustion and panic. Rick heard an awful yell from his son and spun around to see a walker gripping his sleeve and trying to pull his arm to its mouth. Rick went to rush forward, but the walker was suddenly dead, crumbling to the ground. Carls fearful eyes looked over and saw a woman, covered in guts, (H/C) sticking to her face and (E/C) eyes looking at him almost tenderly. Rick ran to his son, and pulled him away, staring the woman down. But she only narrowed her eyes and yelled "Go!" before disappearing into the crowd of walkers. Within seconds, she was gone. They didn't have time to dwell on it now. Gareth and the few members of Terminus that remained started shooting at them from the rooftop. They rushed through the rest of the walkers, ducking bullets and stabbing walkers and met their group at the fence. Daryl climbed over first, then Abraham lifted Eugene over, then Carl and the rest of the group, leaving himself for last.

When they were back at the bag, Daryl crouched down, taking a deep breath. Shit, that was way too close. They'd gotten lucky. Whoever had caused an explosion had saved their damn lives. And he didn't even know who it was. Maybe one of the idiots at Terminus had fucked something up and caused it. Or maybe someone was looking out for them. Hell if he knew. Hell if he cared anymore. His family was safe and that's all the mattered now. Rick started digging out the guns, mumbling out a plan as the rest of the group caught their breath, letting what just happened finally sink in. That is until Rick started talking about back to Terminus. They'd barely gotten out the first time! Some of the group started arguing back, but Daryl didn't give a shit anymore. He just leant against a tree, watching, listening.

A rustle of branches made him turn around and he froze, as the rest of the group did. They stared wide-eyed as Carol came out of the trees. They watched in amazement as Daryl sprinted over and dragged her into a tight hug, grasping onto her desperately and lifting her off her feet. She laughed lightly, grinning when he pulled back. Holy shit. She was alive. She was alive. She'd saved them. If anyone saw the tears running down his cheeks, no one said anything.

Daryl's feet were aching. The roads seemed to stretch on for miles. But the pain in his feet was nothing compared to the anger and undealt with grief. The losses were building up and up and he didn't know how much more he could take. Half the camp, Sophia, Dale, Shane (but no one really missed him), Patricia and Jimmy (though admittedly he didn't know them that well), Lori, T-Dog, Merle, Andrea, almost everyone who'd come to stay at the prison, Hershel, Bob, Tyreese... Beth. The only thing he was holding out hope for was his girl. Her ma lived in South Carolina, and with them being en route to Washington, he had to pray that maybe she made her way up there. Carl, Little Ass-Kicker and the hope of his girl were the only things keeping him going.

He'd started losing hope in his girl. Beth had died, and he'd been right fucking there. He was a hundred and more miles away from (Y/N). Now, she was strong, but he doubted she could live in a world like this. It'd destroy her. While he wanted to hold out hope and go looking for her, where would he even start? She could be anywhere by now, and there's no guarantee he'd even find her. An awful part of him wished she was dead. A disgusting, horrifying part of him, deep deep down, hoped she was dead so she didn't have to live a life like this. Didn't have to suffer like this. Deep down, Daryl knew she would hate the person he'd become. Probably hate him for what happened to Merle, too. He couldn't face that. He couldn't. Carol could see the way his eyes had drained. She could see what was happening. She was exhausted and hungry, but she wasn't blind.

She'd been hovering. Watching over him like a damn mother hen. He was getting sick and fucking tired of her constant gaze. He knew she only wanted what was best but god if he wasn't getting frustrated. Daryl could practically hear his girl's voice in his head, lecturing him about not being so cold to her, since Carol had done everything to protect him, and was his best friend. He snorted quietly at the thought of his girl standing there lecturing him, and being worried more about him and Carol than finding supplies. Sounded like her.

It was quiet now. No one spoke unless they had to. They were too weak. They hadn't had proper food in months, living off the little amount of food Daryl could hunt down, and the water was so scarce, some people were starting to get dizzy. Most of the food and water went to Judith and Carl now anyway. Everyone was hoping. Some, for the few that still believed in that shit, were even praying that we'd get some rain. But apparently, someone had seen them first and left them some water. Daryl and Rick eyed it suspiciously. Nowadays you could never be too careful. Abraham was still angry, but that wasn't anything new. That man was filled with more rage than anyone Daryl had ever met, except perhaps Merle. Shit, he missed that son of a bitch. Abraham was so angry that he smacked the bottle out of Eugene's hands when he went to take a sip. The atmosphere bristled, and Daryl could already tell an argument was about to start, and he shook his head, readjusting the bag and his crossbow. But it was all cut short when there were a few claps of thunder. Everyone looked up, hopeful glances being exchanged when the skies opened, and rain began pouring. Tara and Rosita started laughing, lying down on the floor, and some people opened their mouths to drink it before Rick ordered people to get out any bottles they had and filling them with the water. Daryl couldn't smile. He couldn't find enjoyment in it, and by the looks of it, neither could Sasha or Maggie. Every day it got harder or harder to meet her eyes. There was no blame on him, so he had no reason for guilt, but he couldn't help it. And it was eating away at him. Had been for the past three weeks.

The group were sat around a tiny fire, lightning flashing every so often and illuminating the room. Maggie was laying alone on the opposite end of the barn, and Carl was curled up behind Rick, clutching Judith to his chest. Carol walked over and plopped herself next to Daryl. Glenn was sat on his other side, engaging in an entirely different conversation. Daryl gave her a glance. She was staring at him, eyes narrowed like she was trying to read his mind, and it was starting to freak him out.

"You can't give up on her," Carol muttered, after a long moment of her staring him down. He scoffed, looking away. The hell did she know anyway. "You haven't given up yet, why give up now?"

"It's been nearly two years Carol. She's probably dead by now," He grumbled, watching the glint of his ring in the light of the fire. She shoved him lightly, her eyes moving to a glare.

"Don't talk like that," She snapped, quietly. Daryl kept his eyes on his ring, but he could feel the irritation starting to radiate off her. "You still wear your ring. You still carry that recorder. You've nearly broken a man's arm to get it back for god's sake. You can't give up on her. I won't let you."

For some reason, that got under his skin, and he could feel anger pouring in. It bubbled and boiled and his cold stare fixed on her so suddenly that Carol almost jumped.

"The hell ya gonna do to stop me?" He snarled. She didn't know shit about (Y/N) who the fuck was she to talk about his girl "You've never even met her. Ya don't know what she's like."

"No, I don't, but I know how much you love her. How much you're relying on her. And I can see how guilty you feel about Beth," Daryl was glaring now, and Carol understood she was walking into dangerous territory. "It wasn't your fault. There was nothing you could have done. But you can't start separating yourself from us, from (Y/N). You'll get yourself killed."

"What do you care? I ain't your responsibility," He growled before picking up his crossbow before walking to a corner of the barn. Carol watched him leave and made no move to stop him. Glenn gave her an alarmed look, only having heard the tail end of the conversation. Who the hell was (Y/N)? Carol shook her head, telling him not to push it and he reluctantly looked back to the others, who were still deep in conversation. She then noticed the little recorder where Daryl had been sitting. It had a few chips, and it was dirty as hell, but Daryl had gone through hell to keep it safe. Carol picked it up and spun it in her hands, before opening Daryl's bag, wrapping it in a bit of cloth and tucking it away.

How they'd managed to convince Rick, he had no idea. Though, in honesty, Daryl thought he would have jumped at the opportunity to be somewhere where Carl and Judith would be safe. But after Terminus, he couldn't blame the man for being sceptical. This guy, Aaron, there was something off about him. He couldn't put his finger on what. Either way, part of him was relieved to be out of that damn barn. Stunk of horse shit. But getting holed up in a car service place tucked into a wall with a guy with a broken ankle, wasn't exactly that much better. Daryl's family was safe. Rick's family was safe. That's what mattered. When dawn rolled around, he was startled to find himself actually hoping for this place to work. They didn't have many other choices if it didn't. They couldn't have another Terminus situation. They were all piled into the small RV and an even smaller car, and it was definitely too close quarters for Daryl to be comfortable. As usual, it went to shit when the battery went flat. Glenn was quick to use the skills that Dale had taught him to fix it up, but Daryl had taken refuge on the roof, looking out for walkers. He could feel Carol and Glenn's eyes on his back. He'd much prefer it if that could just fuck off rather than giving those annoying ass pity looks.

When they pulled up, they heard a noise they hadn't heard in a long time. Children laughing. It felt almost alien to them, and maybe this place could work out. There were no kids at Terminus. Barely any at Woodbury. If kids were having fun here, maybe they had a chance. Collectively, the group sucked in a breath as the gate started to pull back. When it opened, a ton of pristine houses were revealed down long roads, children running in the street. Aaron helped Eric limp inside and someone took him and started leading him off, presumably to the infirmary. A bristle in the bushes made the group snap over, and Daryl didn't hesitate on pressing the trigger and picking up the possum, presenting it to the man behind the gate.

"We brought dinner!"He declared, and he heard some of the group stifle chuckles and smiles. The man behind the gate looked at them warily.

"It's okay, Nicholas," Aaron reassured, placing his hand out "C'mon in guys."

Gradually, the group started wandering in, Glenn and Daryl in the lead, as Rick held Judith tightly.

"Before we take this any further, I need you all the hand over your weapons," Nicholas stated, eyeing Daryl carefully, who still held the possums tail "Stay, you hand them over."

"We don't know if we want to stay," Rick responded instantly, somehow still looking threatening even with a baby at his hip "If we were gonna use them, we would have started already."

"Let them talk to Deanna, first," Aaron turned his head to Nicholas but was turned back by Abraham, who had his shoulders squared.

"Who's Deanna?"

"She knows everything you wanna know about this place. Rick, why don't you start?" Aaron advised, and Rick tilted his head. Daryl observed him, noticing the suspicion behind his eyes. Rick turned around at the sound of a walker snarling and signalled Sasha to take care of it. Headshot. Daryl tried to hide his smirk and the astounded look on Nicholas' face. Guy seemed like a jackass. He wanted to keep his eye on him.

The group were forced to sit outside on someone's porch (a house! what the fuck) while Rick was lead inside by a short, blonde-haired woman. She seemed innocent but she was hiding something. Daryl and Michonne could see it. In the way she held herself, the way she talked, the way she looked at them. When Rick came out about fifteen minutes later, Daryl was next to go in. He was still holding the possum, crossbow on his back as he was lead into the living room. It was nice. Untouched, as if the world hadn't ended outside the gates. He hadn't been in somewhere like this since before the apocalypse. Since (Y/N). He kept messing with random shit he could find. Pacing, restlessly. Deanna just sat on the couch opposite, her eyes following where he went. Acting like a damn hawk. She already pissed him off, and she hadn't even done anything. There was a video camera set up, recording everything. He had to thank Carol later for putting his back in his bag.

"You're welcome to sit, Daryl. I won't bite," Deanna finally said, and he looked up at her through long greasy hair, frowning.

"Yeah, I'm alrigh'" He replied quietly, turning to look at the bookshelf behind him. He didn't really know what he was doing, he just didn't want to have this awkward conversation and was trying to avoid it as long as possible.

"Daryl, do you want to be here?"She questioned, a touch of impatience in her voice but Daryl still didn't look at her.

"The boy and the baby. They deserve a roof. I guess," He answered, turning his ring with his thumb as it dangled by his side. Apparently, she didn't miss the motion.

"You're married?"

"Does it matter?" He shot back, voice becoming icy and there was a glimmer of amusement in her eyes.

"You'd be surprised," Deana smiled slightly and he glared back at her, his suspicion only raising further.

"The hell does that mean?" Daryl challenged, getting closer. She shook her head, smile dropping, before standing up and moving to turn the video recorder off.

"You're free to go."

"You okay?" Carl asked, making Daryl jump a little as he appeared at his side. Daryl knocked the brim of his hat, making Carl chuckle.

"That woman asks some weird questions," Was his reply, before he sat down, waiting for the others to finish their 'interviews'.

Rick looked between the two houses in amazement. He and Carl had left after Carl had finished talking, trusting Glenn and Maggie to look after his daughter. Aaron has whisked the pair away presenting them with the two houses they were giving the large group. He'd since walked away, walking down the road towards his house to look for Eric. Rick looked at his son, who had a grin on his face at the promise of being in a house again. Carl looked out after Aaron. A woman, maybe a little younger than Rick rushed out as Aaron neared, and wrapped her arms around him. Even from the distance, he could see the relief on her face and Aaron laughed lightly before leading her back inside. He was sure he'd find out who that was later.

Rick had insisted on staying in one house for the time being, just for safety, but Daryl wasn't complaining. He'd rather his family be together if they couldn't have their weapons. He felt almost naked without his crossbow. And he'd made very good work of pretending not to see Carl's knife. Smart kid. Daryl was sat next to Little Ass Kickers crib, peering over it protectively as Michonne came back through from the bathroom. She and Rick exchanged a hushed conversation when a knock at the door sounded, and Deanna walked in. She started talking but paused when she saw everyone huddled together rather than being separated. She gave some bullshit speech on family and how amazing it was, and Daryl rolled his eyes. He couldn't help it.

"Everybody said you gave them jobs," Rick said, but it sounded more like a question and Deana made a hum of agreement.

"It's part of this place. Looks like the Communists won after all," God if someone didn't put a bolt through her brain soon Daryl swore to whatever was up there he would. Rick gave a polite smile but it was strained.

"Well, you didn't give me one," He stated

"I have. I just haven't told you yet. Same with Michonne. I'm closing in on something for Sasha. And I'm just trying to figure Mr Dixon out, but I will," Daryl scoffed at that. Yeah, it took his group two years and they still haven't. Good luck with that. Deanna gave Daryl a smile, but it felt condescending. She looked back up at Rick "You look good."

And she was gone.

The group took off the next morning, going to explore, but Daryl stayed on the porch. Rick exited, raising his eyebrows at the redneck.

"They said explore. Let's explore," He almost commanded but he was smiling. First time in a long time.

"Naw, I'll stay," Daryl said, shifting. Deanna had dropped by earlier this morning and handed him his crossbow. He was still extremely confused as to why but he sure as hell wasn't going to complain about it. Rick sighed, closing the door behind him.

"C'mon brother. Just come with us for a few minutes. Then you can come back here and brood all you like. Just pretend for a few minutes," Rick teased. Daryl scowled but Rick could see the playfulness in his eyes. It was nice, seeing Daryl slightly more at ease even if he was struggling to settle.

There was a long pause before Daryl gave a grunt of agreement, grudgingly picking up his crossbow and shoving it on his back. The pair jogged to catch up with the others, soon falling into the crowd of their family. They saw Aaron coming out of his house and Maggie raised a hand in a small greeting. He stepped over and the group started chatting. Daryl could tell the recruiter was hoping to clear the water a little bit. He didn't seem like a bad guy but Daryl couldn't let his guard down. But then someone followed out of Aaron's house, walking out onto the road and looking over to the family with a gleeful smile. Carl waved at her, recognising her from yesterday and she waved back. But the smile dropped, and Daryl froze in place like a statue. Carol noticed how stiff he'd gone beside her and followed his eyes and she froze too. A small smile climbed onto her lips. He couldn't breathe. He could hardly believe what he was seeing. He had to be dreaming. This couldn't be real.

"Daryl?"

But it was, she was right there. (H/C) hair blowing in the slight breeze and her eyes sparkling with building tears. Holy shit.

(Y/N).

His (Y/N).

Carol watched as the crossbow fell from his shoulder and Daryl shoved past his group and sprinted. He didn't think he'd moved so fast in his whole damn life because he blinked and all of a sudden, she was stood right before her. She stood there, taking him in. He couldn't breathe. She was there. She was right there. And he lunged for her, pulling her into him tightly, and placing a hand on the back of her head protectively. He could feel her fingers digging into his skin through his jacket, and he knew he couldn't let her go even if he wanted to. She was alive. She was here! Daryl wasn't a crier, that was for sure, but hell, he couldn't stop the relieved sobs he was letting out into her neck. She was whispering to him, though a trembling voice, but he couldn't hear what she was saying. He just felt her, her breath on his neck, his fingers on his back, her hair tickling his nose, her tears on his chest.

"Holy shit, "Was all he could get out, and (Y/N) let out a weepy laugh, pulling back just enough so she could see his face. Her hands moved to hold his face, running her thumbs over his cheeks.

"If you haven't brushed your teeth, I am going to kill you, Dixon," she grinned, before pulling him into a hard kiss. He held onto her, even as the outside world started coming back to him. As he heard the confused voices of his family and Aaron. As he heard the joyful, but the slightly teary voice of Carol.

He just held onto her.

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Music Worth Making Part 1: Bright Forever

Requested: nope!

Warnings: abuse, child neglect, shitty parents, death, food, terrible writing

Series Summery: When the reader’s life is ripped away from them, they’re distraught. But with her two best friends and three certain ghosts, maybe the afterlife isn’t so bad after all.

Chapter Summery: The band Sunset Curve was about to have a life-changing concert when they ate some bad hotdogs and died. 25 years later, you’re best friends with the girl who discovers them.

Words: 3,026

A/N: This is pretty much just introducing the characters and their relationships to one another. Things will get more interesting in the next few chapters.Also, the reader is non-binary! <3 lyrics are italicized Part 2 ______________________________________________________

Hollywood 1995

“Don’t look down, ‘cause we’re still rising up right now, and even if we hit the ground we’ll still fly, keep dreaming like we’ll live forever, but live it like it’s now or never.”

The teenaged boys finished their soundcheck, earning scattered applause and even a “whoo!” from the employees working at The Orpheum that night. The band didn’t try to hide their smiles as they took a bow.

“Thank you, we’re Sunset Curve!” one called out.

“Tell your friends!” another added.

“Too bad we wasted the tightest we’ve ever played on a soundcheck,” one said as they set down their instruments.

“Wait until tonight man, when this place gets packed with record execs.”

The boys all nodded, thinking of all the chances of fame they would have after that night.

“Okay, well, I’m thinking we fuel up before the show. I’m thinking street dogs?”

Two of the other boys liked that idea, but the other one had other plans.

Jumping off the stage, he started to make his way over to a young woman who was wiping down tables.

“Hey Bobby, where you going?” the one who had suggested they go get street dogs called out.

“I’m good!” he called out to his bandmates, then said to the girl: “Vegetarian. I could never hurt an animal.”

“You guys are really good,” she said with a smile as the other three guys joined their band member at her table. “I see a lot of bands. Been in a couple myself. I was really feeling it.”

The guys all smiled.

“That’s what we do this for,” one of them said. The tips of his chestnut colored hair almost reached the top of his shirt with cut off sleeves. “I’m Luke, by the way.”

“Hi, I’m Reggie.” Reggie had black hair and was wearing a leather jacket with a red flannel tied around his waist. An interesting combination, but somehow the outfit worked.

“Alex.” A boy with blond hair spoke up from where he was hovering just to the side of the group, wearing a pale pink t-shirt.

“Bobby.” The boy who had first walked over to the girl had brown hair and a sleeveless jacket over a t-shirt.

“Nice meeting you guys. I’m Rose.” The girl smiled at all of them again as Luke licked his finger and stuck it in Bobby’s ear.

“Oh uh, here’s our demo, and a t-shirt, size beautiful.” Reggie handed Rose a CD and a t-shirt, earning a small groan from Alex.

“Thanks. I’ll make sure not to wipe the tables down with this one.”

“Oh, good call. Whenever they get wet, they just kinda fall apart in your hands,” Alex informed her.

“Don’t you guys have to go get hot dogs?” Bobby asked, clearly wanting to talk to Rose without the other three around.

“Yeah.” Luke leaned closer to Rose, as if to tell her a secret. “He had a hamburger for lunch.”

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“Man, I can’t wait until we eat someplace where the condiments aren’t served out of the back of an Oldsmobile,” Alex grumbled as he put a pickle on his hot dog. “Hey, sorry, I got some pickle juice on your battery cables.”

“No problem. It’ll help with the rust,” the man cooking hot dogs said with a slight chuckle.

“That can’t….okay.”

The three made their way over to a couch to eat. Before they could dig in, however, Luke started speaking.

“This is awesome, you guys. We’re playing The Orpheum! I can’t even count how many bands have played here and then ended up being huge,” he said with a slight chuckle. “Eat up, boys. ‘Cause after tonight, everything changes.”

They all bit down hungerly into their street dogs.

Alex was the first to notice that something was off. “That’s a new flavor,” he said, a small amount of worry creeping into his tone.

“Chill man. Street dogs haven’t killed us yet.” Reggie tried to calm down his friend.

Luke hesitated for a moment, then took another huge bite.

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Los Angeles 2020

You made your way through the hallway, walking fast, faces pass, weaving around people as you tried to reach your locker. You smiled as you saw your two best friends waiting for you.

“Hey, underacheiver,” Flynn said in greeting.

“Hey, disappointments,” you joked back to them. “Okay, Julie, I know you don’t want me to ask, but have you figured out what you’re gonna do today?”

“I’ll know in the moment.” The frizzy-haired girl fiddled with her bracelets as she spoke, the only clue that she was nervous for her proformance later.

“Really, Jules? That’s all your giving us? Mrs. Harrison said-” Flynn was cut off from scolding one of her best friends.

“This is my last chance, I know, I was there,” Julie finished. Flynn smiled softly for a moment, but it turned to a grimace of disgust as she noticed a girl handing out flyers.

“Ugh, what is she handing out?” she questioned.

“Desperation?” you said, only half joking. Julie and Flynn snickered.

However, you put on a smile as the girl walked up to the three of you.

“Here you go. My group’s performing at the spirit rally tomorrow. I’m sure you guys have nothing better to do,” she said, her eyes sweeping over you critically as she handed the flyer to Flynn.

Flynn put on a bright, sarcastic smile. “Oh my gosh, Carrie, thanks!”

“Oh my gosh, Flynn, don’t bother coming!”

The three of you rolled your eyes at Carries retreating back. However, someone else caught Julie’s eye.

“Nick?” you asked, looking between Julie and the blond-haired boy she was staring at.

“Still?” Flynn asked. “You know they’re gonna get married and have a bunch of unholy babies.”

“Nick’s a sweetheart.”

“Yeah, you’d actually have to talk to him to know that,” Flynn said with a small smile. “And only one of them has to be a demon to make a demon baby.”

You nodded your approval of this statement as Flynn called out “Demon!” in Carrie’s direction.

The three of you turned towards the lockers and laughed quietly.

“There’s that smile,” Flynn said, lightly poking both you and Julie’s face. “Now come on, let’s go prove everybody wrong.”

You flinched slightly as she put her arm around you, but tried not to show it.

-----

“Okay, we have one last proformance,” Mrs. Harrison called out. “Julie.”

You squeezed her hand slightly as she stood up and walked over to the piano.

She sat in silence for a moment, before saying “I’m sorry,” and running out of the room, with you and Flynn not far behind.

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“I’ll be back to pick you up at 5:30. Have fun at practice, Danny!” you called out after your little brother as he ran to join the baseball team. This was a daily routine for you; drop Danny off at practice, go to Julie’s to study and eat, pick up Danny, go home and endure torture.

You let your mind wander as you walked to Julie’s house, which luckily wasn’t very far from the sports fields. Walking through the front door, you let your bag fall to the ground as you went to go get something to eat.

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A few hours later, you were walking back to the sports fields.

“Hey, Danny,” you said once you saw him, ruffling the boy’s hair. “How was practice?”

You paid attention as best you could as he rambled on about what had happened that day, but if you were honest, you didn’t understand a thing about sports. You were just glad your brother had found something that made him happy.

You closed the front door as quietly as you could, not wanting to wake your father. You tip-toed into the kitchen to start making dinner, as you did every night.

“Olivia, is that you?” you mother asked. You winced.

“Yes, mother,” you sighed slightly, afraid to tell her that you had changed your name to Y/N.

“Hurry up and get dinner started. My feet are tired from cleaning all day.”

You wanted to roll your eyes at the excuse that was very obviously a lie, your house was a mess and you knew you would be expected to clean it later, but you didn’t want to get in trouble. So you fell into a robotic sort-of motion that you had developed as a way of hiding your emotions and thoughts from your parents.

Thirty minutes and one burnt fingertip later, dinner was ready and waiting on the table.

“Wake up, Harold, dinner is ready.” Your mother shook your father awake. You knew if you tried that, you would be slapped across the face. By both of them.

However, your father just sat up sleepily and lumbered over to the table. You stood over to the side as your family ate, not being allowed to join them.

“Goddamned roast beef is overcooked again,” he grumbled. You blinked back tears. Such a small thing shouldn’t upset you, you knew, but it did.

You endured the criticism on the meal you had worked hard to make from your mother and father for the next half-hour. Your father declared himself full and snapped his fingers at you. You whisked his plate away before taking your mother’s, too. She never ate after he finished. You took Danny’s too, but only because you knew that your parents disapproved of him still eating.

“Hey,” your father said, his voice already low and dangerous. “Give your brother back his plate. He wasn’t finished yet.”

You set the plate back down, nodding and shaking slightly. “My apologies, father.”

“Don’t appologize to your father, appologize to your brother!” your mother exclaimed, grabbing Danny’s hand from across the table and giving it a squeeze.

“It’s okay, really, I was done,” he hurried to say.

Your mother frowned at him. “Are you sure, darling?”

He nodded.

“Well, okay then…” she said, still frowning slightly. “You may be excused.”

He ran off to his room. You took his plate.

Heading back to the kitchen with a small sigh, you started making a meal for yourself out of what was left, leaving enough so that your family would have leftovers.

You ate silently, thinking about how nice it would be to have a caring family. Of course, Danny cared, but he was too young to stand up to your parents, and you never wanted him to have to. You would protect that boy at all costs.

Holding in a sigh, you cleaned up from dinner, and then pulled out the duster to start to clean the house. You were stopped, however, by your mother.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I- I’m cleaning the house…”

“Didn’t you hear me say earlier that I cleaned it? Are you insulting my cleaning job?”

“N-no, I-”

“You what?” Without waiting for an answer, she slapped you across the face. You struggled to remain emotionless; your face stung.

You thought it was over, but then your father joined in.

“What’s this Jennifer? Is Olivia insulting your hard work?”

“It’s Y/N…” you muttered quietly. Your father overheard and put his face uncomfortably close to yours.

“As long as you’re living under my roof it will always be Olivia. And even if you could change your name, that doesn’t change your gender, freak,” he spat.

“I know,” you whispered.

He slapped you.

“Don’t talk back to me.”

Blinking back tears, you stood still as they walked away. Eventually, you remembered the duster in your hand. Placing it back on the shelf, you walked back up to your room, hoping you would be able to escape them for the rest of the night.

-----

The next morning as you and Danny were walking to Julie’s house to go to school, you heard something you hadn’t heard in a long time: music. Julie was singing.

“Wake up, wake up, if it’s all you do, look out, look inside of you, it’s not what you lost, it’s what you’ll gain raising your voice to the rain.” You smiled. It had been so long since you last heard her voice, and her music was a gift to the world.

You walked into the studio alone, Danny having gone to talk to Carlos. Julie looked up with small tears in her eyes, seeing you standing there, smiling. She smiled back.

“It’s so nice to hear you play again.”

Julie smiled wider. “Thanks.”

Just then, Flynn burst in.

“Carlos told me you’d be out here. We need to talk.” She crossed the room to where the two of you stood by the piano.

“Are you okay?” you asked, noticing the tears running down her face.

“No, I’m not okay! One of my best friends just got kicked out of music! I’ve been up all night thinking about what I was gonna say. Might’ve drank seven sodas, but I need to get this out.”

“Wait, I have something to tell you-”

“No. It’s my turn to talk.” Flynn took a deep breath. “You can’t give up music. You’re music’s like a gift, that would be a tragedy. So you’re basically, like, cancelling Christmas, and I love Christmas!”

“Flynn-” you started to say, but she cut you off.

“Uh-uh! I don’t know why you’re siding with her, Y/N. I know you like hearing her play.”

You knew Flynn didn’t mean to hurt you, but her words stung a little. You nodded once and retreated back into yourself slightly. Flynn was too emotional (and sleep deprived) to notice.

“When we were six, we promised to be in a band together. Double Trouble!”

“I never agreed to that name,” Julie said, laughing slightly.

“That’s not the point. Jules, if you leave the music program, we’ll be apart forever. That’s just what happens. Sure, we’ll see each other in the hall sometimes, but we’ll have different lives, make new friends…” Flynn said the last part quieter. You could tell she hated the thought of losing one of her best friends.

“That’s not true,” Julie reassured her, but Flynn wasn’t finished.

“You’re right. I won’t be making any new friends. I’ll only have Y/N, and they’re amazing but I’d miss you Jules! And the only time we’ll contact each other is when we’re liking each other’s posts on Instagram. Every time I’ll be hitting that little heart, my heart will be breaking because one of my best friend’s left me, and… do you have any soda? My head hurts.”

“Can I talk now?” Julie asked tentatively.

“Fine.”

“I just played the piano and sang again. Y/N can confirm it.” You nodded when Flynn looked at you excitedly.

“What? Why didn’t you just say so?” She asked, practically bouncing with joy.

“She was trying to, but then your seven soda’s kicked in,” you answered with a small laugh.

Flynn was grinning from ear to ear now. “I’m so happy for you! And me! And Y/N!”

You all hugged, but Flynn pulled away quickly, gasping. “We need to tell Mrs. Harrison that you can play so you can stay in school and my life won’t be that sad picture I just painted for you!”

You giggled as Flynn put her arms around both of you. “Y/N, our girl’s back. Double Trouble lives again!”

“Still not our band name,” giggled Julie.

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“Did you end up getting back into the music program?” you asked Julie at the end of your study session for the day. She looked down at her shoes, and you knew what the answer would be before she said it:

“No. No I didn’t.”

You tried not to look too disappointed for her sake. “Oh. I’m really sorry, Jules.”

“It’s…” she sighed. “It’s okay. I can reapply next semester.”

You hugged her.

“Oh hey, I almost forgot to tell you,” she said right as you were about to walk out of the door. “We decided not to move.”

Despite the news that one of your best friends was no longer in the music program, a smile lit up your face. “That’s great!” you said, pulling her in for another quick hug. Then you walked out the door, not wanting to be late to pick up Danny.

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“Check it out, yeah we make ‘em say Wow!” Carrie bowed as her band, Dirty Candi, finished their dance number. You were at the spirit rally, saving a seat for Julie and Flynn, who were nowhere to be found.

Suddenly Flynn plopped down beside you.

“Oh hey, where were you?” you asked the girl.

She tried to blow a piece of hair out of her face, frowning slightly when it wouldn’t move. “I was in the band room. I wasn’t feeling very… spirt-y.” You both chuckled slightly.

“Where’s Jules?” You looked around for the other girl, but couldn’t see her.

As if in response to your question, music filled the gym as someone started to play the piano on the stage. You looked up to see Julie, alone on stage, with a spotlight on her.

“Sometime’s I think I’m falling down, I wanna cry, I’m calling out, for one more try, to feel alive,” she sang, her voice echoing slightly as it filled the room. You smiled, happy she was singing again.

Then suddenly, there were three boys on stage with her.

“Whoa!” Flynn exclaimed.

“Where did those boys come from?” you asked in amazement. Julie seemed a little shocked that they were there too. One of them, the lead guitarist you guessed, started singing the second verse.

“In times that I doubted myself, I felt like I needed some help,” he sang.

“Whoa, he has a really good voice,” you said, your mouth hanging open slightly.

You found yourself staring at him as the song went on. You could tell that he really enjoyed playing, and found yourself getting caught up in the music.

“And rise, through the night, you and I, we will fight to shine together, bright forever!” Julie harmonized with the boys, finishing the song. You started clapping with the rest of the crowd that had gathered to watch, proud of your friend.

Then, as suddenly as they appeared, the boys were gone.

#fanfic #jatpfic #rhys writes sometimes #tw abuse #tw food #tw death #julie and the phantoms x reader #x reader #jatp x reader #luke x reader #luke patterson x reader #music worth making series

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atths--twice · 4 years

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Chapter 7 is up today! Prompt #1 First Kiss

I took a little liberty and made it post Triangle. I hope you enjoy!

Out of the Triangle

Scully walked down the hall to Mulder’s hospital room, a bright orange plastic bag held in her hand, and a smile on her face.

Skinner and the Gunmen left earlier that morning, but she and Mulder were not leaving until tomorrow, though he had been cleared to be released today.

As he had been on a boat that busted into many thousands of pieces, no belongings to speak of, he was in need of clothes and toiletries, which she was currently bringing to him.

She laughed inwardly, anticipating when he saw what she had picked out for him. Licking her lips, she opened his door, setting her expression to neutral.

Finding his bed empty, she frowned as she set the bag of items down on said bed.

“Mulder?”

“Yeah?” Came a reply from the bathroom.

“You okay?”

“Uh… yeah… just a bit sore.” He walked out of the bathroom in his hospital gown, a grimace on his face. “I have so many bruises on my body. I feel like I’ve been beaten with a baseball bat.”

“Considering the state of the boat you were on, you’re lucky it’s only bruises and not broken bones. Or a broken neck,” she said with a raise of her eyebrow. “What the hell were you even doing out there Mulder?” He looked at her and she raised both eyebrows.

“I was looking for the Queen Anne.”

“Of that I’m aware. And you say that as though it’s completely normal to go looking for a ghost ship. In the Bermuda Triangle.” She shook her head and he nodded with a shrug.

“I just wanted to see if it was really there.” She scoffed and he pointed his finger at her. “You saw it too, Scully. You were even on it.”

“Yes, I was.”

“So, what’s your point?”

“My point, Mulder, is that the ship I was on-”

“Which everyone believed had been sunk by a German U-boat.”

“Right, and finding it was a big deal. But, the ship I was on was empty. Had been for a very long time.” She stared at him and crossed her arms.

“Doesn’t explain how it just showed up out of nowhere, even if it was deserted.”

“No it doesn't, that's true. Yet, you claim when you were on it, it was full of people, including me.”

“Because you were there, Scully,” he said adamantly. “I saw you. I spoke to you, touched you, and…”

“And?”

“You were there,” he finished lamely and she furrowed her brow. “Are those the clothes you got for me?”

“That was a wide subject change,” she stated as he walked cautiously toward the bed.

“I’m just ready to get out of this gown and this hospital.”

“Uh huh.”

He turned his head and looked at her. She still stood with her arms crossed and a frown on her face. She knew there was more to his answer that he was not telling her, but she let it go for now.

Picking up the bag, he started to look inside when he stopped and looked at her again.

“You can’t be serious,” he said, looking almost disgusted with the clothes.

“What do you mean?” she asked, trying not to laugh as she stepped closer to him.

“What is this?” He took the shirt from the bag and she fought back a smile.

“It’s a shirt.”

“Ha! This is not a shirt! This is a lifestyle.” He held up the button down shirt and this time she did laugh.

Knowing he needed only one outfit to get him home, she had shopped in the hotel gift shop, something that was not available in most of the places they stayed. It had a small section of every type of clothes, so she was able to get everything he needed.

The shirt she picked was light blue with pink flamingos, palm trees, hibiscus flowers, islands, and white capped waves. It had dark brown buttons, which the clerk had happily informed her were made from coconuts.

“Scully,” he sighed and set the shirt on the bed, reaching inside the bag to pull out the next item. “Scully.” He stared at her and she covered her mouth with her hand, holding back a giggle.

He held it up and she laughed again at the salmon colored Bermuda shorts with spouting blue whales.

“You cannot be serious.”

“There is a pack of undershirts and underwear in there, too.” She laughed and he shook his head.

“Scully, why in the world would you buy these clothes?”

“You needed something to wear, I don’t have a car to go driving all over, the hotel has a gift shop… problem solved.” She shrugged and smiled at him.

“And this is what you picked?” He held up the shirt and shorts against himself and looked at her. “Dana Scully, look at this outfit.”

“I think it looks good,” she said, pursing her lips and avoiding his eyes.

“You’re full of shit,” he said, setting the clothes down and staring at her.

“I am? Me? The one who came to help you after you disappeared off of a radar? Of which you told me no plans before you left? I’m full of shit?” He stared at her and she raised her eyebrows. “I think you might want to rethink your comment.”

“I couldn’t tell you.”

“Why? Because I would tell you it’s a stupid idea? And possibly dangerous?”

“That and then you would’ve inevitably come with me,” he said quietly and she frowned.

“You didn’t want me to come with you?”

“Not in the way you think,” he said with a small smile.

“Then how do you mean?” He sighed as he looked down and then raised his head.

“You were already saddled with the bill from our last… side trip, which was my fault. I didn’t want you… this was something I wanted to do and you don’t need to…”

“Save you? From your stupid ideas?” She smiled and he sighed again. “Mulder, it’s been six years, I’ve been around for a lot of stupid ideas.” He laughed softly and she nodded. “As for the reimbursement payment, you and I split that, as you know.”

“This was different. This was…” He started at her and nodded. “A stupid idea.”

“Well, it’s nice to hear you admit it,” she said with a smile.

“I’ll go get changed.” He picked up the bag and the shirt and shorts with a shake of his head. “I still can’t believe this outfit.”

“You’re going to blend in perfectly,” she teased and he shook his head again, adding a loud sigh.

He walked into the bathroom and she sat on the bed with a smile. His chart was hanging at the end of his bed and she lifted it up to see what medications they had been giving him the past two days.

Codeine and a saline IV. Then Tylenol only.

She set it back with a frown. Codeine could have attributed to his belief that there had been people on the Queen Anne, it usually made him sleepy. He had to have dreamed it all, because any other thought was simply not possible.

But why had he said he loved her? She thought it was the medication, but codeine would not make him that loopy.

“I don’t have shoes,” he called from the bathroom, cutting into her thoughts.

“Keep looking,” she called back. She heard his sigh through the door and laughed silently.

“Flip flops, Scully? Really?”

“It’s the island lifestyle, Mulder, to go with your new snazzy shirt.”

“I’m really not happy about this.”

“Join the club.” He sighed again and she laughed quietly.

The bathroom door opened and she turned her head to look at him, loud laughter immediately bubbling out of her. He stood and shook his head, his arms outstretched, showing off his outfit. She leaned forward, a hand on her chest, as she laughed.

“Is it the flip flops? Because I actually think I like them. I might wear them all the time.” He looked down at his toes and wiggled them, causing her to laugh harder.

“Oh, Mulder,” she said, trying to stop laughing. “It’s all of it. The whole outfit. I thought it would be funny and I was not wrong, but it’s so much better than I imagined.” She laughed, sticking her hand up, and closing her eyes.

“Yeah, it’s… it’s something,” he agreed as she opened her eyes and saw him smoothing the shirt down. He touched the buttons and looked at her with a smile.

“Those buttons are made from coconuts, in case that’s what you were wondering,” she said with a snort and he raised his eyebrows.

“It was exactly what I was thinking,” he said sarcastically with a shake of his head. “If you’re ready to stop laughing, I’m certainly ready to leave.” She sobered up with just an occasional chortle as they looked around, making sure he had everything.

“I can’t believe I’m wearing this,” he muttered and she stopped him from leaving the room with a hand by his chest.

“You left me with no choice when you decided to come here. It was a stupid idea, probably close to one of the dumber ones you’ve had. But if you would have told me, I would’ve been here,” she said seriously, holding his gaze and he nodded.

“I know.”

“But, then I suppose if you hadn’t come here, you might not have met the other me, the me from 1939, traveling with Thor’s hammer,” she teased. “Question about that: how did she hold it? No mortal is supposed to be able to lift it.” She tried to keep a straight face, but as realization of what she said dawned on him, he smiled slowly and it brought about her own.

“It wasn’t Mjölnir, if that’s what you’re implying. She wasn’t walking around with the most fearsome and powerful weapon ever in existence, one that could level mountains,” he said with a grin and she shrugged with a smile. “Although, on some level I suppose she was, as he was a scientist who could control the outcome of the war. But that you even thought about that Thor… Scully...” He shook his head and sighed deeply, his eyes travelling her face.

“Hmm…” she hummed. “So she was traveling with an undercover scientist, to protect him. Sounds like he was smart to have that protection in place, you never know when you might need it. You should have made friends with her, maybe she could have helped you.”

“Ha!” he laughed, shaking his head.

“That’s funny to you?”

“Scully. I told you, you… her… whoever, the outcome of history was saved because of you/her,” he said, staring at her. “I might not ever have seen you again, if you hadn’t listened to me and gone back to the past… for the future.”

“Do you hear yourself? I mean, really yourself?” she asked, and he exhaled a laugh.

“She shared that trait with you; doubting me, thinking I was crazy, and yet I was right,” She stared at him, her eyebrows raised as she shook her head, and he laughed again. “Same expression too.”

“I would’ve liked to have seen that. How you handled two of us.” His eyes grew wide and he cleared his throat loudly. “Oh… that’s an interesting reaction.” She smiled and he took a step back.

“You ready to go?”

“No. Not until you explain that throat clearing business.”

“Just needed to do it.”

“Now who’s full of shit?” she asked, and he sighed, looking at the floor. “Mulder?”

He looked up and she raised her eyebrows again, as she watched him rub the left side of his face with a wince. Sighing, he dropped his hand and she saw a faint bruise on his cheek.

“I know it wasn’t you, but she looked exactly like you. Well, a bit more…” he said, gesturing everywhere.

“More…?”

“She was dressed in a red satin gown, hair done up, a fancy necklace,” he explained, not meeting her eyes.

“Fancy Scully, huh?” she teased, and he looked at her; her eyes and down to her lips, making her throat go dry. “So she believed you, enough to go back to the past, to save the future? How did you convince her?”

“I can be very convincing,” he said quietly.

“Yes, I know,” she replied.

“I wasn’t sure she would even do it before I jumped overboard, but she did, just as you would have done.”

“Is that how you got that particular bruise? Jumping overboard?” she asked, nodding to his face.

“Uh, not exactly,” he laughed and she stared, waiting for him to explain. He sighed and she tilted her head to the side. “I… I didn’t think things would be fixed. I didn’t know if I’d ever see you again. The butterfly effect and all that… and so…”

“So what, Mulder?” she asked softly. He looked at her and she already knew, but wanted to hear him say it.

“I kissed you… her,” he nearly whispered, and her heart pounded. “And then she punched me in the face. A mean right hook.”

“Well, that should have cleared it up right then. If a strange rambling man kissed me, I’d have gone with a left,” she laughed.

“Exactly what I told her,” he said with a nervous chuckle, staring at her as though gauging her reaction.

“Why?”

“Why… why did I kiss her?”

“Yeah.”

He inhaled and shook his head. “I… do I really need a reason? She was you, sort of, and I thought I might never see you again. I… do you really need to hear a reason, Scully?” He stared at her, his eyes soft, reminding her of a moment in his hallway not so long ago.

“No, I don’t,” she whispered, stepping closer to him. “So, the past me kept the future intact in order for us to be here in the present. What will we do with that knowledge?”

He slowly reached his hand out, placing it on her cheek, and she laid her hands gently on his chest. She smiled slightly as he leaned forward, the memory of the moment in his hallway once again burning in her mind, and she closed her eyes.

His lips landed on hers and she sighed as she pressed further into him, gripping his shirt tightly in her hands. He kissed her softly, keeping it chaste, a sweet tentative step forward, but she felt it throughout her entire body.

When he pulled back, he smiled shyly at her and she grinned, keeping a hold of his shirt.

“See? Aren’t I better than some dream version? I didn’t punch you for one, and it happened despite your stupid idea to come here and most definitely despite this outfit,” she whispered with a smile and he laughed. She tugged at his shirt and kissed him one more time. “Let’s get outta here.” He nodded and she stepped back, letting go of his shirt.

He now held the bright orange plastic bag as they walked out the door and down the hallway, his flip flops flopping loudly, much to his embarrassment and her amusement.

“Nice shirt, man,” a male nurse said as he walked past them and Mulder looked at Scully as he shook his head.

“It’s not a terrible shirt, admit it,” she said, pushing the elevators down button, and bumping him with her arm.

“It’s not terrible,” he agreed, as he looked at it and then at her. “And it’s been a good shirt so far.” She grinned and he winked. “Oh, wait. It’s missing a button, look. Do you have the receipt? We could return it.” He looked at her and she shook her head.

The elevator doors opened and they stepped inside.

“No. But, I do have the missing button. It must have come off when I…”

“Had a death grip on it?” he teased.

“I can sew it back on for you,” she said, holding it out to him. He looked at it and then felt where it was missing on his shirt, shaking his head.

“No, you should keep it. I like the shirt better this way,” he said with a happy grin.

She smiled back at him as the elevator doors closed, ready to take them away from the hospital and onto the next stupid adventure.

Together this time.

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koalitypop · 5 years

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how to make a bookworm fall in love with (all of) you || chapter 1 - “nothing”

pairings: OT7 x reader

tags: love for books, polyamory (in the future)

word count: 2.9k

chapter 2

a/n: all of the books that have been mentioned are real books and i specifically recommend reading “Nothing” - it is one of my favourite books and it is a great read if you are looking for something rather philosophical. i hope you enjoy the piece!

When all 7 members of BTS entered the local bookstore, where you spent every afternoon, surprisingly, you couldn’t be any more annoyed. You could hear that a group of pretty noisy people had entered, but because of the shelves in front of you, you couldn’t see them – all you did was sigh and continue reading the resume of that thriller book you saw everywhere you went.

Books were your biggest passion. They helped you understand yourself better and were your secret escape universe from this tiring awful world. And after years on years, being supported only by fictional characters and magical worlds, you decided to try to surround yourself with books, as they were one of the not so many things, which brought you happiness and comfort.

You treasured the few hours you spent every day in that bookstore a lot and there were many reasons about it - it was really warm and cosy, constantly smelled like tea, wasn’t really bright and, most importantly, it was located in the rather calm place in your neighbourhood. It totally fit your imaginations for the best bookshop.

“Yaah, it smells really good in here”, a boy exclaimed somewhere in the bookstore.

You rolled your eyes, irritated. Was it necessary for this boy to scream?

Many steps coming from different places and a boy’s shade on your right - someone was getting closer to you. “It must be one of those punks” you instantly thought. It wasn’t hard for you to imagine their hands scrunching and creasing the books or not putting them in the correct place, making cold shivers creep down your back. Such a disrespectful attitude towards books wasn’t something you could tolerate.

The resume of that thriller book sounded promising, but you put it back at its place and decided to continue wandering around, hopefully not meeting any of those nasty sounding people.

You turned left twice, going to the Young Adult section of the bookstore. The quantity of Young Adult books was astonishing, especially for a bookstore, which wasn’t a part of chain stores. Young Adult wasn’t exactly your favourite category when it comes to books, but as every other thing in regard to books, it was worth a try. Despite that, your favourite book was categorised as Young Adult one.

A new hardcover edition of Looking for Alaska. Not your all-time favourite, but still a very good read. The new edition was really beautiful, still mostly black as the origina-.

“Gosh, those idiots again!”

Someone ran into the section out, almost breaking one shelf, making you turn your gaze to him in shock. That person looked pretty interesting - wearing a very old-looking coat, with wide pants and a Ravenclaw sweater underneath, a pretty ridiculous outfit, which however looked gorgeous on him. If you could only see his face, his stupid baseball cap getting in the way.

The boy looked at you and sighed. “Ah, sorry-” at first starting in Korean, “Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you,” then he continued in a very bold American accent.

He made a bow-like movement and continued looking for whatever he was looking for. Fortunately, you were able to get a few glances of his face. Olive tan, beautiful brown hair and sinfully plump lips, as his tall and fit figure wasn’t seductive enough. It was a miracle to see such a handsome boy in a bookshop.

He cursed behind you, obviously not finding the book. You were trying to carry on with the resume, when after one not very well-coordinated clumsy movement, he was standing dangerously close to you, still searching.

You tried not to send curious glances every two seconds, but, God, it was so damn hard. His eyes jumping around the shelves in between the tittles, trying to find one, so focused, with his lips slightly opened, making him look immensely cute.

Someone shouted something from the other end of the bookstore. And then, you remembered.

He must be a part of this noisy group, which entered a few minutes ago. He probably wasn’t so smart as he seemed, maybe he spoke English, because he’s Korean-America, despite not looking as one. He's probably buying a book for his girlfriend, as a late gift for an anniversary. Or for a cousin. Definitely not for himself.

“I found it!” he screamed, pulling a book out.

Nothing by Janne Teller. Your favourite book.

Okay, this changed the things a lot. You could say something, you had the rights to do so. Maybe, just maybe, you were a bit too harsh on him, maybe he truly was buying the book for himself, maybe he’s even a bookworm, just like you. You could just simply praise him, nothing overboard, only acknowledging the fact that he has made a great choice.

“Good choice. It’s my favourite book.” you remarked in Korean.

The boy turned to you so fast, you were afraid he would bump into you just as he did a few minutes ago into the shelves.

“It’s mine too! I reread it every mon-… Wait, you speak Korean?” he was so excited to speak about the book, it took him some time to figure out that you are speaking in his native language, despite obviously not being Korean.

“Would I be looking for a book in a Korean bookstore, if I didn’t?” you chuckled. Pronunciation, accent – you sounded as a native speaker.

“You speak really well! It’s surprising. Korean is a very difficult language and not many people are able to speak as well as us Koreans do! Not that you look dumb, I mean you look nice, even smart... Oh, God, don’t mind my blabbering.” he ended up getting all shy and blushing.

“It’s alright, I get that a lot.” you laughed more at his cuteness than at his words.

It seemed like he was interested, so you had to give it a try and follow. And how could you not, such a man shouldn't be passed.

“I am Namjoon.” he added, giving you his hand for a handshake.

“Y/n.” you simply replied, taking it shyly.

“So, you said that Nothing is your favourite book?” Namjoon said, his voice full of excitement.

“Yeah, it is. I mean I love numerous books, but Nothing changed me. It’s written so well and the plot is fantastic. The fact that the author used children to be the main characters of such book, that is such a bold decision and she could have failed so many times...” you blurted out before being interrupted by Namjoon.

“I know, right! It sends such a deep philosophical message! Gosh, I am so happy I found a fellow lover of Nothing. Most of my friends can’t really understand the book or just don’t read it, because they find it too tough. I hate it when people are afraid of reading books with philosophical messages, just because there isn’t any action or so!” Namjoon continued, gesturing around.

“Namjoon-ah, did you find it?” a tired raspy voice asked with a slightly higher tone.

“Yeah, I found it” Namjoon waved his friend off with an eye-roll.

“Wait a minute”, you continued, pretty suspicious, “you said that Nothing is your favourite book and you reread it every month, but why are you buying another copy then?” your brows scrunched, thinking you had caught him in a lie.

“I know that it sounds really dumb, but my roommate’s dog ruined it. You don't want to know about the argument we had afterwards. Thank God, the copy wasn’t signed or he would be dead.” Joon explained.

“No, it’s fine, I got you. I have heard and seen this, numerous times,” you tried to laugh the situation off, feeling the conversation dying, hoping that Namjoon would say something else.

“You have a dog?”

“Oh, no, no, I don’t...”

“A dog person?” He tried to guess.

“More of a cat person actually.” you laughed, your eyes focusing on the slight smile on his lips.

“Just like Jimin. He’s another one of my roommates, and he loves cats. Unfortunately, we hardly make time to take care of Yeontan”, that must be the dog, “what about another pet. But, you see, there is another one of my roommates, his name is Yoongi, and he kinda has some cat looks, so Jimin must be fine, I guess. Oh, I talk too much, sorry for being so annoying.” Namjoon got all shy again.

“You’re not annoying, not at all. I can reassure you, you are a great person to talk to. But, with how many people do you live with? I mean, you have already mentioned three roommates and a dog.” you laughed slightly at the very end.

“Well, I actually live in a dorm with my six members. We are in a group, like a musical group, like a boy band.” Namjoon explained again and again.

“Yeah, I got it the first time.” you smirked.

“Goodness, I don't know what is happening to me, really, I am not like this usually.” Namjoon got all red and flustered.

All shy and confused – was it because of you? Well, maybe not, but still you had to continue, the moment too alluring to overthink right now.

“No worries, it’s cute, you're cute.”

God, Y/n, shut up. Now that was a little too much.

He smiled.

Okay, a smile, a smile is good, not too promising, but good. Maybe he likes you, or at least thought that you weren't a weirdo or a psycho.

Why were you thinking so much about it?

“Have you picked up anything?” Namjoon asked.

A book. Any book. Just pick one, Y/n!

You were in panic. Pure panic. Which book should you pick up? If you just pick any book, randomly, there is a very high chance that you will pick up a not well-written book, a bad one, about a certain uncomfortable theme or just a book, which he doesn’t like.

The thriller!

“Yeah, there is one at the thriller corner, which caught my eye!”

You weren’t lying. That resume of that book sounded promising and you wouldn’t mind buying it now, as you didn’t have any particular idea what you want to read.

“Do you usually read thriller books?” he asked, leading you to the thriller corner.

“I wouldn’t say so. You see, most of the time, I just want to read a certain type of book – sometimes I want to read something rather philosophical, sometimes I want to read fantasy, sometimes I look for historical novels. It depends on my mood, I guess.” you simply answered, trying not to sound indecisive.

“Literally, same. I just don’t get it how people read the same type of books they whole lives. It’s like being at the same place your whole life.”

Namjoon’s comment made you smile, he was so cute gesturing around.

You picked up the book. Just the thought of buying a book made you feel happy – a new world you can explore, new characters to meet. The same way people were excited before going on a vacation, you were when you were buying a book, and truly, there wasn’t anything more normal for you than that.

“Stone Bruises by Simon Beckett. Interesting.” Namjoon murmured, peeking over your shoulder to see the title of the book.

“Have you read it?” you asked, tuning over to meet his face, incredibly close to yours.

“Never heard of it.” Joon giggled.

“No matter what I do or where I go, I always see it, so, I guess, I should read it. It sounds promising.” you explained, turning your head back to the book, embarrassed by the closeness.

“That might be your next favourite book then.” he mentioned, moving a little, so that he isn’t so close to you.

“Oh, I don’t want to compare any other book to Nothing, I always end up disappointed afterwards” you laughed, heading to the pay desk.

“I got you” he added, somewhat putting an end to your conversation.

Oh, no.

You didn’t want the conversation to end. It shouldn’t end. He was cool and smart and... God, so handsome. And even if you had no chance with him, at least you should try.

You had nearly reached the pay desk, once you both pay for the books, you would go out of the bookstore and that was it. The end. He wouldn’t ask for your number, why would he, you hadn’t even spoken for a long time or flirted at all. And his friends? They would for sure start to make noise again. That was it. No chance. You couldn’t even come up with an idea what you should say, panicked and scared that you might say something incredibly stupid.

“You have managed to make another one to buy Nothing!” the boy at the pay desk exclaimed.

“No, it is actually my favourite book too, I just need another copy” Namjoon laughed, showing off the book.

This was the perfect chance to tell him something. About the book? No, he already knows everything, it’s his favourite...

“So, Y/n has found a fellow Nothing fan then? Knowing how many people love this book, you might be soulmates.” the cashier teased, taking the book from Namjoon’s hands.

Soulmates? Literally, he had to say that?

You sent the boy behind the desk a very angry look, ready to say something to make the situation better, being interrupted by a loud thud.

And, of course, his friends!

“Yah, Park Jimin just don’t pick such big books with your small hands, you always end up dropping them. I am so tired of your messes, really!” the boy started by screaming, but was whining at the end, talking ever so fast.

“Sorry, hyung...” another boy whispered.

Namjoon left the pay desk, going to his friends, leaving you without giving you any time to say something.

“Hyung, it wasn’t actually Jimin who made a mess.” Namjoon sighed.

“Ah, and how do you know? You weren’t even her-”

“Would you stop screaming?” Namjoon cut him off, a few sighs following his words.

You couldn’t hear what Namjoon was exactly saying to his friends. You were just so disappointed in the fact that your conversation has ended like this, only being able to think about all the bright future you could have had with him if you had found something to tell him when you could. You paid for your book, your mood a bit parky after this development of the events, ready to continue with all the other stuff you had to do today.

“Guys, this is Y/n. Y/n, these are some of my roommates – Jimin, Jin and Yoongi.”

Dear Lord, these men were handsome!

Jimin was a not so tall man with an angel-looking face, sinfully plump raspberry-pink lips adding to his beauty. His blue shirt did more than enough to show his bulked up upper body. He was carrying a small book in his hand, The Notebook in particular.

On the other hand, there was Jin – tall, fit and exceptionally handsome, staring at you with deep brown eyes. His enormous shoulders made him look even hotter, while the cute Super Mario bag charm on his backpack was telling you about a rather childish and cite side of him.

Last, but definitely not least, there was Yoongi, again, not so tall, a bit pale, but hot as hell, licking his small pink lips, while looking directly into your soul. Truly had some cat vibes going on. The headphones around his neck and his overall a bit baggy clothes didn’t let you know much about his figure, but you were already thinking about who exactly you were interested in, now as you have seen pretty much half of this band.

“I’m Y/n!” you smiled, trying to empty your hand.

“You speak Korean?” Jimin asked, his lips parted open, all pouty and cute.

“Yes, I actually live here” you said trying to put some more confidence into your voice.

Then, again, as always, your conversation was interrupted. Now, by the barking of a dog outside.

“Oh, Yeontan must be getting angry, we have left him for too long outside.” Namjoon said, gesturing to the other boys to get outside, while waving bye to the boy behind the pay desk.

This for sure was a weird end.

“Bye!” the cashier waved at you, smiling.

You waved back, sighing. It wasn’t meant to end like this.

You exited the bookstore, being met by the frisky wind of Seoul.

“Y/n, wait a minute!”

Namjoon?

You turned around, hoping for the best.

God was finally at your side.

“I’m sorry that I got out so quickly, it’s just, we have to take extra care of Yeontan, he is a small dog, you know” Namjoon was about to start blabbering again.

Just behind him, you saw Yoongi, Jin and Jimin and another three figures, all squatted down, surrounding a very sweet-looking dog.

“Oh, yeah, I got you, no worries” you tried to laugh it off, being mesmerised by his looks, now that you can see him at light.

“You see, I was hoping we can exchange numbers. So we can text and stuff like that. Or maybe KoalaTalk?”

Damn, yes, God was at your side.

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All Mine to Behold (USUK)

(A/N): 2200 words, not counting the A/N and title. Yeehaw. The only possible warning is that I mention the undead a whole lot and Arthur has a hatred for gods.

Very slightly inspired by this @writing-prompt-s post:

All Mine to Behold

The first time I saw any of the undead, I hit the poor guy with a baseball bat. That’s how I found out they couldn’t die again. The man lied on the street, still talking. I wasn’t willing to hear him out.

I locked myself in my house, already having prepared food and everything I’d need for a zombie apocalypse. I didn’t think it’d happen right when I’d turned sixteen, but luckily for me, I was alone in the house. I didn’t need anyone else to drag me down.

So, naturally, I decided to do what I did best. Lie in my bed and hope that Arthur Kirkland was safe and still living on to be cute for another day. Arthur Kirkland. He was the cutest boy in any of my classes. Fuck it, he was easily the cutest boy I’d ever seen. He was pale, with short blonde hair and mesmerizing green eyes. He was fairly short, especially in comparison to me, which meant that he would easily fit into my arms for cuddling and shit. Arthur was a fairly serious and also a kinda angry dude, but when he smiled- or, oh god, when he laughed- it was like a little bit of heaven.

I wondered if it would be like some cool zombie apocalypse movie. Arthur would show up on my doorstep, begging for some shelter. I would let him in and his pants would be all ripped and weathered, and he’d lean on me for support. And we’d end up making our way upstairs to-

“Goddammit, Alfred! Unlock the deadbolt!” Matthew practically screamed from outside. “I’m home from school.”

Matthew was my annoying older stepbrother. He thought that just because he was older, he could do whatever he wanted. Which usually meant stopping me from doing what I wanted.

I ran downstairs, waiting just inside the door. It made it easier to yell at Mattie that way.

“Do you not see the zombie apocalypse outside, Mattie? Just go away and die already.” I flipped him off through the window.

“Oh my god, Alfred. They’re just people who’ve come back to life. It’s not like they’re trying to kill anyone. It’s not an apocalypse.” Matthew knocked again.

I sighed and let him in.

“If they’re not trying to kill anyone, then what are they doing?” I asked him, glancing at the undead people behind him.

“They’re just interviewing people. They said I was too old. It’s mostly people around your age.” Matthew dropped his bag by the door.

“What do they want? Free child labor? Because that’s illegal now.” I noticed one of the ‘zombies’ getting closer.

“I wasn’t close enough to hear what they wanted, Alfred,” Matthew explained.

“Alfred Jones!” The ‘zombie’ shouted at me, holding the door open so that he could come in.

I shrieked. “How do you know my name?”

“The Necromantic has taken an interest in you,” the thing said, grabbing one of my shoulders.

“Please just leave me alone,” I blurted out, not looking into the zombie’s eyes.

Matthew looked about ready to square up with the thing, himself.

“No need to be scared,” it tried to reassure me, “I’m Gilbert. I’m one of the Necromantic’s assistants. How old are you, Mister Jones? Sixteen, correct?”

“Yup,” I said, hoping that he would leave.

“And you’re single, right?” Gilbert jotted a few things

“No offense, but you look a little too old for me, and my best friend, Kiku, has a dad who’s a cop, so yeah.” I considered running up to my room and locking the door, so that the creep couldn’t get in.

“I don’t want you, but as I said, the Necromantic has taken a strong interest in you.” Gilbert rolled his eyes, taking a seat in one of my chairs.

“What kind of interest? And who is this ‘Necromantic’?”

“Are you a moron, kid? His name literally his ‘romantic’ in it. He wants you to rule with him and become King of the Underworld… or whatever.”

“I must not have heard you right.” I let out an awkward laugh.“King of the Underworld?”

“Yup,” Gilbert said, not an ounce of amusement on his face.

To tell the truth, that sounded badass. I wouldn’t have to be scared of ghosts or the zombie apocalypse, because the dead would listen to me. And I could kill everyone who liked to make fun of Kiku and Arthur.

Oh, Arthur. I didn’t want to marry some stranger. I wanted to marry Arthur and grow old with him and live in a little house with rose bushes- he liked gardening, and roses were his favorite- and a dog. I wanted to wake up to his face next to mine. I wanted to smooch all of his freckles and make him breakfast.

“I, uh, have to decline for now. I kinda already like someone else.” I directed Gilbert to the- still open- door.

“At least take his love letter. And please do consider. The Necromantic will be pissed if I come back with someone who’s not you or a carbon copy of you.”

I took the letter. “Fine. I’ll consider. Now go.”

“Well that certainly was strange,” Matthew said, scratching his head.

“Should I read the letter?” I looked at Matt, starting to open the envelope.

“It could be dangerous!”

I fully opened it, starting to read. And it was a sappy love letter, covered in fancy stickers and hearts drawn with a red pen. Most of the stickers were also hearts. It smelled like some sort of cologne that was strong enough to make me cough, but smelled strangely familiar.

“Matt, I think it’s just some dude who’s into me.” I rolled my eyes.

“Like you’re into that boy from school? Ah, what’s his name? Arthur?” Matthew teased, then stuck out his tongue.

I felt my face go red. “Shut up! That’s not important right now!”

“So you do like him,” Mattie teased, wiggling a finger at me.

“Shut up! We need to find out why this person, uh, wants me to marry them?”

“Well, did you have any suitors?” Matt took the letter, looking closely at it.

“Oh, like people who were into me? Yeah, a few girls in class liked me, but that Gilbert dude called the Necromantic a ‘him’.” I thought on it for a moment. “I had a few dude best friends, but I don’t think they were into me.”

A pang of emotion spread through my heart and I couldn’t stop a dopey smile from crossing my face.

“Maybe it’s Arthur,” I mumbled, snatching the letter back from Mattie to hold it close to my chest.

“Do you have any evidence or anything? Or are you just saying that because you want your schoolboy crush to like you back?” Matthew rubbed his temples.

“Well, he was friendly to me. And when I had my villain costume for Halloween, he adjusted my collar and said I looked cute!”

“Well that doesn’t mean he wants to marry you!”

“I’m just saying that it could be him,” I insisted.

“And I’m just saying that it’s probably not.”

I held the letter up to my nose. “Now, Mattie, I don’t normally smell people, but-”

“I’m not sure I want to know how that sentence ends,” Mattie mumbled.

“I’m just saying that it smells like Arthur’s cologne.” I took a deep breath, connecting dots in my head.

Arthur’s favorite writing pen was black, but he always said that things that aren’t writing on cards should be in red. Arthur had a ton of stickers that he kept in a fancy folder. He liked to stick them on everything from his laptop

“You know what? I’m not even gonna ask why you’ve smelled Arthur. That’s your personal business, and at this point, I’m scared to ask.”

It was a few days before we saw Gilbert again. That time, it was on the way home from school.

“Kiku, you really don’t have to walk me home. I’m not gonna die or anything.” I rolled my eyes, kicking at a rock in my path.

“Well, Matthew told me about your encounter with that zombie man and I just want to make sure that you’re safe.”

“Well-”

“Master Alfred Jones!” Gilbert shouted, sprinting out at me from a bush.

“Why are you calling me master?” I asked, taking a step away from him.

“Because you’re gonna marry my ‘master’,” he made air quotes around the word, “and become- uh- also my master, I guess. I’m pretty much the Necromantic’s overpaid butler.”

Arthur- of course, like cute boys do- strolled over at the moment that was least convenient.

“So, did you get my letter?” Arthur mumbled the question, not making eye contact. “Gilbert’s smart, but he can be terrible at talking about things like that.”

Kiku let out an awkward half-cough. “I will be waiting for you two by the crosswalk. And Alfred, if anything bad happens, just shout for me.”

“Okay! See ya, Kiku.” I took a deep breath after I said it, waving Kiku away.

“So, are you confused about any of it?” Arthur asked, rubbing my shoulder. “It’s quite a bit confusing.”

“Gilbert didn’t tell me it was you! He just kept talking about the ‘Necromantic’!” I felt my cheeks flush.

“Oh my god! Gilbert, I told you that he knows me as Arthur. That’s literally my name, dimwit.” Arthur’s face looked as red as mine felt.

“But yeah. I’ll totally marry you, Arthur!” I interrupted his tangent to tell him what I wanted.

“Thank you so much, Alfred,” Arthur replied, gently giving my cheek a kiss. “I might have magic, but I don’t have strength and I want a king and... I just really like you, okay?” By the end, his face was even redder than before and a few of his nervous habits were really showing.

“So, what should we do now? And you have magic?!”

“Well, I have a few things at my house for us. I even made us outfits!” Arthur lifted a hand to his mouth, likely trying to hide the grin that crossed his face.

I ended up smiling, myself, remembering how much Arthur loved to make clothes. “I bet they look really great, baby.”

“Thanks. And about the magic? I’ll just show you something now. Gilbert, do you mind if I banish you to the Underworld for a moment?”

“As long as you don’t forget me there like last time,” Gilbert muttered.

“πήγαινε να πεθάνεις απόβρασμα!” Arthur commanded, gesturing his arms towards Gilbert.

“Did you kill him?”

“No, I temporarily sent him to the Underworld.”

“What does that mean?”

“I killed him temporarily.”

I was worried for Gilbert for a moment, but then Arthur snapped his fingers and the man reappeared by his side.

“Woah! What kinda magic is that?” I asked, looking on.

“Oh. That’s just the fact that his soul is linked to my family. But once we become the rulers of the Underworld, it won’t matter. He’ll be our butler or something, because we’ll be immortal.” Arthur shrugged it off like it was normal to have a soul link.

“Okay. That’s cool! Let’s go back to your place now. I wanna see the clothes you made.”

Arthur tried- and failed- to suppress a grin as he took my hand and led me there.

His house was huge. Like, mansion huge. It had a gate around the property, but Arthur quickly tapped in a code that let us in.

“How do you feel about all of this, Alfred? I want to take back my birthright. My relatives ruled in the Underworld and I will, as well. With you as my King.”

He showed me the outfits, pointing out the features. They were styled to look old. But one of his sleeves was long, which I knew was a style that he enjoyed.

“So what do you mean, King of the Underworld? Like being a God?”

Arthur’s face quickly went dark and I wondered if I’d said something wrong.

“There are no gods,” Arthur practically spat, “There are only people who think that they are above all else. Let’s take back what belonged to the ‘Gods’. With my powers and your strength, this world could be ours. But see, we’re good people. We’re not going to take over the human world. We’re just going to rule the Underworld together.”

Something clicked. “Oh! That’s what the outfits are for. We’re like Persephone and Hades or something! Except that we can stay together year-round.”

“Yes, I did take a little bit of inspiration from them. And sorry for how I snapped a little bit there. But the ‘Gods’ are all just a load of shit, if you ask me. That’s why we’re going to be in power. Alfred, we’ll be unstoppable. Do you truly want to join me in this? You’ll have my hand in marriage and all of the power of the Underworld that you never believed could be yours. Just take my hand, my King.”

I took his hand, giving the back a gentle kiss. “Forever yours, babe.”

And that’s how I was joined in union to possibly the most dangerous man in all of the worlds.

#usuk #aph america #aph england #beiei #libertea #hetalia #aph america x aph england #usuk fic #usuk fanfic #usuk fanfiction

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ghostbustermelanieking · 6 years

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Hi!! I read the extended IVF Christmas prompt and loved it! I was wondering if you'd consider also writing a bit more for #5 of the IVF? I could use a little cheering up and I love your fanfics! Have a wonderful day!

sorry for the wait, anon! i hope you enjoy this. other parts are here and here.

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1. They’re living together. Mulder’s stuff has gradually migratedover to her apartment, her closets and shelves and dressers; his fish tank sitsin her living room. There’s a clutter of unpacked cardboard boxes in the hall,but the baby’s room is painted, crib set up, star mobile hanging from theceiling. Scully bought it on a shopping trip with her mother, and tried topretend like it was Maggie’s idea, but Mulder saw right through her and kissedher in the baby room with his hands on her stomach.

They’re living together, but they were practically living togetheralready. Nights in his apartment, nights in hers. The night she was staying athis apartment when someone called to tell them that Donnie Pfaster has brokeninto her apartment, and the two and a half weeks spent in a panic at hisapartment, refusing to go back until he gently convinced her. Cleaned it up forher while refusing to let her help and made her tea. The near month straight hestayed with her after his mother died and they found his sister too late.(Teena had left a lengthy letter of apology and family heirlooms for the baby.The onesie that Mulder and Samantha came home from the hospital in, old babytoys, a family doll that had belonged to them both. All things that sat in thebaby’s room now.) The week where he refused to leave after the smoker asked herto go on some insane road trip and she admitted she halfway considered itbefore telling him. She didn’t ask him to move in until the end of a weekendwhere there were crop circles in England and an ex in the hospital, and theywere lying in her bed together with her feet against his ribs and his head inher lap. But now, they are really living together, and their baby is due inthree days. It feels like some strange dream, some alternate reality.

It’s a Saturday in August, entirely too hot, and Mulder’s on thecouch, contemplating dinner, and Scully’s latest cravings, and whether or nothe can talk her into a viewing of newly released The Lazarus Bowl (theycouldn’t fly out to LA for the release, but Skinner reports that it is good;Scully caught a preview on TV one time and expressed her disgust), when Scullycalls out from the bedroom. “Mulder?”

“What’s up, Scully?” he calls, putting down his drink and standingup. “You okay?”

She exits the bedroom with an unreadable look on her face, one ofhis t-shirts stretched taut across her stomach and her hands on either side,pressing in. “My water just broke,” she says, with the tiniest, worried smile.

2. He stays with her. He doesn’t leave her side. He’s slightlyterrified to leave her side. He puts on the scrubs at Scully’s insistence (he’sbeen ignoring doctors for years, but he’d never ignore her), and then he standsdirectly beside her, holding her hand and letting her squeeze the life out ofit, kissing her sweaty forehead. When she cries out with pain, it is difficultnot to try to take it all away, not to bargain and plead for it to end. All hecan do is try to comfort her, and he does. And he knows it is worth it as soonas they hear the splitting cries, see the doctor hold up the baby.

“It’s a boy,” the doctor says cheerfully.

Mulder cuts the cord with trembling fingers, and they pass thebaby to Scully. He would have it no other way. She is crying as they lay thebaby on her chest; she places her face next to his and whispers something thatMulder can’t hear. Their son. He moves back to her side, strokes her hair andkisses her temple, his eyes on the baby. Their son. Their son. He touches thebaby’s arm with feather-light fingers.

“He’s here,” Scully says weepily. “Oh, god, Mulder, we did it. Wegot him here.”

Mulder dips his head and kisses the baby’s bald head. He iscrying, too. “We did it,” he agrees, and the tears are dripping down his face,and he genuinely thinks the sight of Scully with their baby is the mostbeautiful thing he’s ever seen.

3. “What do you want to call him?” he asks that night, seatedbeside Scully’s bed with the swaddled baby cradled in his arms.

Scully is stroking the baby’s hand with one finger, nudging hislittle fist open, and she says absently, “I was considering William.” He’sstartled, looking up at her in surprise, and she gives him a look of sort ofsoft confirmation. “After our fathers,” she says quietly.

He doesn’t know whether to laugh or to cry. He thinks of hismother, of the flowers from Maggie on the dresser and the outfit from hisfamily that Scully packed in the bag to bring William home in. “Yeah?” hemutters, leaning forward to rest his head against hers. “I like it.”

“Are you sure?” she asks in a low voice. Her hand is still on thebaby’s arm, but she reaches up with the free one to touch the side of his face.

He’s thought of his parents a lot recently, of everything shittyabout his childhood, of all the ways he doesn’t want to be like them. But withthe bad things come the good things, and with the wounds of his mother’s deathstill raw, he can’t help but think of the best parts of his father. The partsthat read Saturday morning comics to him when he was a kid, taught him how to throwa baseball, taught him how to change a tire and ride a bike and fix a leakysink. And his father feels almost irrelevant when he thinks of Scully and herfather; he’d never met the man, but he knows how much he meant to Scully.

“Positive,” he says, brushing his lips over her forehead. PassesWilliam to Scully as he starts to fuss. “As long as you promise we never haveto call him Bill.”

4. They’re surprisingly good together as parents. He feels like heshould’ve seen it coming, considering that they’ve worked together for sevenyears now, but he never did. Never thought they’d ever be in this type ofsituation.

But still: their lives fall into a sort of a routine. His leave isused up long before Scully’s, but he doesn’t take any cases. Skinner’s hintedthat their budget may be under review soon, and besides that, he doesn’t wantto leave Scully and Will. He spends most of his time rattling aimlessly aroundthe office, making calls home to entertain a tired and frazzled Scully,sneaking out early to give Scully a chance to rest. “I miss you at work,Scully,” he says almost every day, and her replies vary from genuine andaffectionate to exhausted and on edge, but they’re almost always some variationof, “We miss you at home.” He pins up baby pictures on the bulletin board nextto blurry photos of monsters and the photo of him and Scully.

Skinner puts him on a task force for an entirely un-supernaturalserial killer. He throws himself into work between 9 and 5, and then he goeshome and tries to forget it all, buries his face in Scully’s hair and holds herfor a long moment, cradles William on his chest while they watch TV. Theytether him to Earth in a way he is beyond grateful for. His family.

He learns to change diapers. He wakes up when Scully does in themiddle of the night, swearing that it’s practically a habit anyway, promisingto take over feeding duties when they switch him to a bottle. He puts Williamto bed, and he hums tunelessly, and he burns dinner again and again until hegets it right, and he makes an effort to make sure that there’s nothingexpired in the fridge, and he folds laundry as soon as it’s clean possibly forthe first time in his life, and he makes an effort to keep things clean. Hekisses Scully, and sleeps in her (their) bed, and steals all the coversand runs her hot baths, and lets her take four hour naps on the weekend.Promises to take her somewhere nice someday. And it’s about the most bizarreturn he could’ve expected for his life—his messy, dangerous, tragic life—and hedoesn’t regret a bit of it. This, this is what he imagined in the moment Scullyasked him to be a donor. The moment he said yes and saw that thousand-wattsmile spread across her face.

5. There’s another week on Scully’s maternity leave, but she’sbored out of her mind, and she’s declared that it’s time William sees theX-Files office, anyway. (Mulder grins dopily when she says that, and she says,“To show him what a crackpot his father is, of course,” and he says, “Oh, Ihave plenty of stories about his mother, you know,” and she kicks him in theshin.) He gives her the desk chair, scoops Will up from his car seat andbounces him on his knee, takes him around the office and shows him theparaphernalia. “Look, Will,” he whispers in the baby’s ear. William waves hisfist at the blurry photo. “That’s a genuine photo of Bigfoot.”

“That is not Bigfoot,” Scully says determinedly. “That is afaked photo, a complete scheme that your father fell for.”

William babbles absently, stuffing his fist into his mouth.Mulder’s about to retort when the phone rings. He passes Will to Scully andanswers.

It’s Billy Miles, a throwback seven years deep. Hearing his voiceand thinking of Scully, of what they are to each other and the way they were onthat case seven years ago is overwhelming. Especially with their child rightthere, balancing in his mother’s arms, sucking on a pacifier.

More alien abductions. All the way across the fucking country,thousands of miles away from Scully and Will.

He’s shaking his head before Billy can finish, politely refusingand offering condolences. He hangs up and turns to Scully.

She’s raising her eyebrows at him, curious. “Mulder, who wasthat?” she asks. “Something important?”

“No,” he says, and finds he actually means it. He reaches down toWill and lets his son seize his finger in his hand. He kisses Scully’s cheek,unable to help it. “Nothing important at all.”

#xf fanfic #i wrote this #i write too much kidfic dont i #this is the only thing i've finished since sunday

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The Silence

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Summary: Rose(OC) is assigned the job of talking to Negan in his Cell.

Chapter Four

"Well this feels like the worst hangover in the history of the world." Rose said groggily.

Tara just laughed from beside her. "Yeah they had to give you some pretty strong stuff."

"So I didn't eat anybody?" Even though Rose had seen the blood on the jaggered metal she was still terrified that the walker could have gotten to her too.

"Not today."

"Oh good." Rose lifted her shirt to see the wound covered.

"I heard you punched, Daryl."

"He deserved it. It was his fault I nearly died."

"What happened in there?" Her closest friend asked. If she was going to tell anybody it would be her, they had always just bounced off of each other both similar in the way they'd use sarcasm and humour to get through tough situations. Rose cleared her throat to begin but Tara sat up and grabbed a bottle of water before giving it to her.

"Thanks." She took small sips to wet her throat. "What do you know?"

"Daryl opened the door he was told not to, everybody got out in time but you got separated then Daryl remembered seeing a fire exit. They just had to hope you'd find it. He feels really bad about it you know."

"I know." She knew how sensitive Daryl could get about things but what had happened to her had been traumatic and it could have been avoided if he had just listened. "I thought a walker did this..." She gestured to her side. "I was sat there, with my gun trying to get the balls to shoot myself before the horde got in."

"Jesus." Tara shook her head.

"He was no help either." Rose huffed and looked up to her friend with a grin.

"Not funny. You could have died! What happened?"

"I realised it wasn't the Walker, some of the damn metal shelves were abit of a hazard."

"You're so fuckin' lucky."

"I know!" Rose gave a shaky laugh, thinking back to how she felt for that minute she began to shake.

"I'm glad you're okay." Tara stood up and shocked Rose by pulling her into a big hug, which was so very needed.

"Am I allowed to leave?"

"Yeah, I don't know if they have any pain meds though."

Rose shrugged. "I'm okay for now." And with that she got up off the bed and walked out with Tara hovering around her.

Several people acknowledged her, wishing her well and glad she was back on her feet.

"I'm so glad you're okay." Rose turned to see Nora stood nervously next to her.

"Thank you!" Rose smiled but she couldn't ignore how jittery the woman looked. "Are you okay?"

"Erm.. can I talk to you?"

"She needs to rest." Tara told her seriously, her face told Rose she knew something she didnt.

"What's going on?" She looked between the two but they both just continued to stare at each other, silently communicating. "Would one of you just tell me?!"

"It's Negan." Nora blurted out.

"What?" Rose' stomach dropped. As much as she wanted to ignore it she had actually been looking forward to going to talk to him again. She didn't want to question it, she couldn't question it, hoping that as long as she ignored then it wouldn't become an issue. She shouldn't enjoy his company. She just shouldn't, she was supposedly a good judge of character but she was constantly questioning whether this man was sucussfully manipulating her or had some good in him somewhere.

"He's refusing to eat. He keeps asking about you."

"Why?"

Nora shrugged. "He got wind of you being injured and it all kind of went downhill from there."

Could this all just a pre-meditated way to make her think he cared about anyone except himself and his baseball bat?

"I'll go talk to him." She told her. "See if I can get him to behave." She joked.

"You need to be resting!" Tara argues.

"I will. Straight after." Rose told her with a smile before walking off towards the cell.

As she hobbled into the room she spotted him straight away. He was sitting on a small wooden stool, his long legs stretched out in front of him but the second he saw who it was he stood and walked up to the bars.

"Darlin'... ain't you a sight for sore eyes." He looked her up and down. "You look like shit."

"Feel it." She collapsed into the chair and looked up at his face which was scrunched up in a way she didn't recognize.

"Why's no one helpin' you?"

"No one else can bare to be around your annoying ass." She barked a laugh.

"I have a damn fine ass and you know it."

"Oh yeah that outfit really shows off your ass." She scoffed eyeing his loosely fitted blue outfit that had been given to him.

"Ya been lookin'?" He smirked in the way that only he could, all cocky and arrogant but strangely charismatic.

Charismatic? She angrily pushed her thoughts out of his head. Again.

"So they told me you were refusing to eat."

"Just didn't want to."

"Why not?"

"Just didn't sweetheart."

"Why do you call me names like that?" She was trying to just throw questions at him in hope he'd let his guard down a little more. He was a very honest man but strategic in what he kept to himself.

"Habit I guess. A pretty girl like you."

"Why was you asking about me?"

"I knew it was dangerous."

"Again... why would you care what happened to me?"

He shrugged and she could tell he was carefully deciding how to reply. "You're the only person who gives me the time of day. Gets lonely down here... you're my rose in a fuck ton of thorns."

He was such a charmer but she wasn't about to fall for that. Even if it was the nicest thing any man had ever said to her. She didn't fail to realise how fucked up the situation was.

"Oh wow. I never took you to be the poetic type."

"I'd surprise you in a lot of ways." There was that smirk again as he slid his hands around the bars, his busted knuckles coming to her attention.

"What did you do?!" She gasped standing up a little too quick, bending slightly with a wince at the sharp pain in her side.

"Ahh, it's nothin'."

"This isn't nothing." She said looking him dead in the eyes. The professional in her was worried about the fact that he had done this, basically a form of self mutilation and a very dangerous path for him to go down. "Has anyone else seen this?"

"No." He said simply. "Ya wanna kiss it better for me?"

"Definitely fucking not." She snapped back annoyed at the constant flippancy he had for every situation.

"Oh baby I love it when you swear." She went with a different tactic of ignoring him. "This needs seeing to."

"It's fine." Negan said scratching his chin where she could see his facial hair getting longer.

"Are you okay?" He said out of nowhere coming forward to rest his face in between two bars reminding her of a kid.

"I'm fine."

"No you're not." Her heart squeezed at the way he kept eye contact while his voice sounded so sure. He knew. Somehow he knew she'd been through something bad.

"It was close for a second... I thought..." she began talking before she even really thought about it wanting to tell him what had happened. "I got hurt when a walker took me down, I thought it was the walker... I sat there..." she stared at her hands as if she could still see the gun she had been holding. "Thinking that was it. That I'd have to put myself down..." her voice shook so she cleared it and took a deep breath before looking up to his face which was just watching her.

"What went down?"

"Someone didn't believe you about the fourth floor."

"I bet I can fuckin' guess who." He rasped.

She didn't say anything not about to rat on her friend.

"You survived it."

"Through pure luck."

"Just luck couldn't have gotten you out of there."

"This is what I'm supposed to be doing for you." She laughed softly. "Talking to you about things, helping you."

"You do." He said genuinely. She took a step back, from the cell and the situation and tried to look at it from an outsiders point of view, something she had always been good at in her job. She had no doubt this was all for show, trying to get her on his side and that made her so angry but also sad at the thought that he really wouldn't ever change.

"I'm gonna go see someone about fixing that hand."

"Okay." He sat back down on the stool looking down at the floor. She always felt bad leaving him, just like she'd told him she was too nice and even after the horrific things this man had done she felt sorry for him. She was just going to have to accept that.

Rose went straight to where Rick, Michonne and Judith's House was being rebuilt thinking it'd be her best bet.

He answered the door with the little girl on his hip and a wide smile broke out across her face as she saw her. "Rosie!"

"Hey there little one." Rose stroked the top of her head.

"Ya wanna come in?" Rick asked her stepping aside.

"Oh, no... I needed to talk to you about Negan."

He nodded before walking out of her view and after hearing muffled voices he came back to her alone.

"Go ahead."

"He's hurt himself. He punched the wall, a few times from what I can see of his knuckles."

"Okay. Why?"

"Anger... frustration... Rick he's locked in there 24/7."

"That's kind of the idea yeah." Rick stood with his hands on his hips coming across disinterested.

"I'm just trying to keep the man as sane as possible, Rick so I'm telling you things that don't sit right with me."

"So what do ya want me to do? Walk him like a dog? Parade him around in front of everyone? The Savioirs would go crazy!"

"I know." Rose nodded. "I'm just saying if you keep a man like him behind bars for years you're gonna make it ten times worse."

"There's no way." He said his voice final.

"His hand?" I'll send someone. Rick sighed heavily.

"Meet me here at seven. We'll take him to get looked at."

"Okay." She just nodded not wanting to make him in an even worse mood.

"We're gonna use these." Rick told her that evening holding up some handcuffs. "Straight there, straight back."

"Let's do this." Rose told him walking beside him with butterflies in her stomach, for some reason the thought of seeing Negan with someone else in the room was making her unbelievably nervous.

Rick walked into the room first, the keys to the cell in his hand he walked straight over to the lock not even making eye contact with Negan who stood there staring at Rose.

"Hands out front." Rick told him.

"Yes, officer." Negan drawled.

The noise of the cuffs closing made Rose flinch but looking up to Negans face she saw it didn't bother him, or he didn't let it show.

Rick gestured for Negan to exit the cell first and as he did Rose was taken aback by his emposing stature, it wasn't necessarily his size even though he was tall but the way he held himself.

"Ya comin' sweetheart?"

Seeing him again without any bars between them, with him saying that to her had her hormones doing all kinds of things they shouldn't be.

"Move." Rick demanded. They walked out onto the street with Rose slightly ahead of Negan with Rick behind watching his every move.

"So what is this?" Negan asked her.

"Your hand." She told him without even looking at him.

"I told you it was fine."

"And I'd told you I'd get someone to look at it."

"Oh I love a woman who takes control."

"That's enough." Rick's voice barked from behind them both.

Surprisingly he stayed silent the whole way to the medical building, Rick entering before both to light the room.

"Who's doing it?" Rose asked seeing that nobody was there.

"I was told somebody would be here." Rick sighed.

"I see you got this place well organised." Negan sniggered.

"Be quiet." Rose told him this time.

"Let me see properly." Rose said standing in front of Negan. He smirked at her as he lifted his hands, the injured one slightly higher and holding her breath she took it in both her hands. "It doesn't look like anythings broken, probably could just get away with cleaning it for now. I can do that." Rose told them both. "Good job you've got a lousy punch."

"My masculinity is well and truly wounded, darlin.'"

"Poor baby." Rose replied sarcastically. "Sit down."

"Yes ma'am." Negan said as he walked over to an arm chair and sat down moaning. "Oh well fuck me sideways this feels like a god damn cloud."

Rose shook her head grinning and went over to get some things to clean and wrap his hand noticing Rick watching them both intently which made her slightly uncomfortable.

Pulling up a stool she poured bit of rubbing alcohol onto a cloth before gesturing for his hand which he gave her with no arguments, she set to work cleaning the wounds and dried blood while his gaze flickered from her face to his hand in hers. Neither noticing Rick's head turning on a slant as he studied them. He didn't know Negan well but seeing him happily sat watching this woman tend to his wounds set him on edge, he couldn't get his head around it. This monster looked almost... tamed.

His thought process was cut off by the crackling of his radio. "Rick come in."

"It's Rick."

"You need to get over here that same saviour's causing problems." Rose had heard about one particular saviour not settling into Rick's leadership as well as the others, the camps were still being set up but already were causing problems.

"Ya want me to have a word?" Negan asked smirking.

Rick decided on the same tactic Rose often ended up using and ignored him. "I'm busy. Can it wait ten minutes?"

"I wouldn't be asking if it could."

"Fine, I'll come now." He looked over to Rose. "Will you be okay?"

"She'll be fine with me, won't ya?" Negan was making it so hard for them to ignore him.

"Yeah of course, he's cuffed and I'm armed."

"I'll send someone else straight away. Don't try and move him without someone else."

"Well I feel dangerous."

"I'll wait."

Rick nodded as he gave her the keys then left the room. Rose felt the energy shift straight away so she quickly put the keys in her pocket and just carried on cleaning the last of his hand.

"Alone at last." He said quietly.

"Lucky me." She threw the cloth in the bin before picking up the bandage and beginning to unwrap it. "How are you feeling today?"

"Is this the shrink shit?" He said with a laugh.

"Humour me." She said not looking up at him, not wanting to look up at him without the safety of the bars.

"I feel better than I have in a long time being out of that cell."

She just nodded. "I'm working on trying to get them to let you out every now and again. You might deserve to rot down there but I've too many morals to let that happen." He leaned back at her words seeming to stiffen letting the silence drag on.

"You think I deserve to rot?"

"I..." She stumbled over her words as she looked at his face. He seemed so torn, he was a clever man and he knew that the things he had done had been way beyond despicable so he got it. He did but from her? It had been a slight shock.

"No I get it." He rasped. "What I don't get is why you still talk to me... why you still seem to... care?"

"I told you.. I'm just not the kind of person who can be okay with anybody being treated badly."

"Fuck." He scoffed. "How did that part of you survive?"

That was a very good question. She had seen her fair share of bad shit since this started, been beaten and almost abused but it hadn't taken that optimism for people away from her. Is that what had happened to him?

"Is that what happened to you?" She said out loud. "You just lost faith in people?"

"I don't think I ever had that." He said thoughtfully. "My world turned upside down before the dead started eating us, sweetheart."

"Why?"

His dark eyes took in her expression. How much she was dying to know all his secrets, all the gritty stuff that other people didn't want to hear confused him. How could she be so intrigued by the darkness of people and still so pure in how she saw everybody.

"I could get those keys off you in seconds." He said his deep voice almost hypnotic. "You know that right?"

She just blinked, even though he was cuffed and and she was armed she knew he was more than capable of over powering her. He didn't know if she was good at protecting herself or not and the odds still outweighed him greatly though and that's why she had thought he wouldn't try to get them.

"In fact there are multiple ways I could get those off of you. But I haven't."

"Let's say you could..." she began.

"I can." He interrupted.

"Why aren't you then?"

He moved close but she didn't back down even as his face was inches from hers.

"I don't know." He whispered and she didn't miss the way his eyes flicked to her mouth.

She raised her eyebrow having not expected that. He seemed to realise what he had done as his expression became hard again.

"I don't make a habit of beating up women." He said with a shrug of his shoulder.

"Right." She wanted to point out that he had let his men kill plenty. "You remember when you first met Rick? The line up?"

She half expected him to make some kind of cocky joke about that horrific time but he just nodded. "What if I had been in that line up? What if I'd been it?"

His eyebrows came together. "What are ya gettin at darlin?"

"You respect me in some weird way right? That's why you warned me about the warehouse."

"Yeah."

"Glenn was kinda like me. He saw the best in people, he'd do anything to help anyone out. The way you just kill whoever Lucille lands on no matter if they're a bad person or not... that's what makes you worse than the others."

"DO NOT...bring Lucille into this!" He shouted switching so suddenly to anger that this time she couldn't help but flinch. "I'm the villain yeah I get that! But everyone has a villain. Rick was mine or are you forgetting the part where a group of you snuck into my outpost and killed my men while they slept in they're beds!"

"I wasn't a part of that."

"Did you try to stop it?!" He roared standing up making the armchair scoot back, she shot up at the same time as him hand going to her gun. "Tell me some more about poor little Glenn! Go ahead... I'll tell you about Roy who's wife and little girl was waiting for him to come back. Or James who I sent out there cos he was useless! Lovely kid but thick as the hulks cock! You think he deserved to die?!"

"I get it..." she said in a calming voice. "I get it." And she did. Those four words had made it click in her mind.

Everybody had a villain.

Chapter Five

#the walking dead fanfiction #the silence #negan fanfiction #Negan x Rose #negan x oc #twd fanfiction #oc fanfiction

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cheekpockets-q · 6 years

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Jealousy // The Boyz

genre: fluff/jealousy

word count: about 450 per member

pairing: Sangyeon x reader, Jacob x reader, Hwall x reader, Sunwoo x reader

summary: the members start to get jealous when you’re around another member

Sangyeon

You’ve never seen Sangyeon extremely upset over anything. At most, you’ve seen him get frustrated with the younger boys, but never anything less than jokes. He took especially good care of the younger boys, making sure their voices were heard amongst the older members. Thus, you found it somewhat weird when he would continuously push Eric out of the discussion. It started about a week ago when you were first introduced to the rest of the boys, and Eric was the first one to introduce himself. From then on, your bond with Eric continued, but so did Sangyeon’s jealousy. Sangyeon would always see you either running around the park or playing baseball together. You and Eric started to have multiple inside jokes. You would both often tease Sangyeon about how old he was, or that he wouldn’t understand because he’s old. Although Sangyeon’s humor could most often match Eric’s, he knew that Eric’s overwhelmingly positive attitude was surpassable. Also, Eric had one quality that Sangyeon didn’t, which was his age. Eric’s excitement always spread to everyone, especially you. Sangyeon, although being the older one, didn’t want to admit his silly feelings of jealousy to you. Thus, he would sometimes choose to ignore Eric or not give him attention. From that day, Eric would often come to you saying that Sangyeon doesn’t like him anymore and that he wonders what he did wrong. Concerned for both of the boys, you would confront Sangyeon. When he’d open his door, he would know exactly what you wanted to talk about, and he would let you in wordlessly. You’d both sit down on his bed, and he’d put his hands on his knees, pursing his lips together to ready himself to admit his jealousy.

Sangyeon: “You don’t need to tell me, Y/N… I know what this is about. Eric will always be like my little brother to me, but I just knew that he would take you away from me… It’s not even that big of a deal, but… you’re a big deal to me.”

He’d let out a long sigh as he let the truth out, but you got closer and rubbed his knee.

Y/N: “Eric is like my little brother too, Sangyeon. We’re close, but that doesn’t mean in the slightest that I’m going to leave you.”

Sangyeon would let out a chuckle, and reach up to rub the top of your head.

Sangyeon: “Oh, Y/N… you’re truly such an angel.”

Jacob

Jacob was always the one who would think of others before him, thus he always treated you with the utmost respect and love. He was always careful of how you were. Even when you were pushed the slightest bit, he’d ask if you were okay or if you were hurt. Thus, when he saw you and Juyeon getting close over time, he would continuously be protective of you and slightly jealous. Juyeon would always tease you and mess with you. During dance practices, Juyeon would always push you or try to trip you when learning the dance, and you would both laugh about it and try to get each other back. Juyeon would also sometimes lift you or toss you around, saying you were like a little puppy. Jacob always thought it was too much, but his feelings only increased when Juyeon invited you to play basketball with him. Jacob knew that Juyeon would push you around even more, but it would be more dangerous because you could get seriously hurt with the basketball. Thus, Jacob would always try to come along to play basketball as well. Whenever Juyeon would try to pass you the ball, Jacob would steal it away and score the point himself. It began to annoy you more and more because it felt like you were no longer playing and Jacob just wanted to show off. Eventually, you felt very defeated and exhausted trying to get around Jacob, so you simply left without saying a word. When Jacob came back from a water break, he would ask Juyeon where you went. Juyeon would tell Jacob directly that you were annoyed with him, and that you didn’t want to play with him anymore. Realizing his mistake, Jacob would run home and catch your wrist right as you were getting into the dorm.

Jacob: “Y/N, I’m so so so sorry. I didn’t want to make you feel annoyed or left out or anything like that. I-I just… I felt like Juyeon was being too aggressive with you! I didn’t want him to hurt you or hold you or anything! I always get so worried about you…”

Y/N: “I’m not going to get hurt, Jacob! Juyeon wouldn’t hurt me intentionally, and we only do that playfully. Please, don’t get worried, Jacob. I can take care of myself; you know that.” You replied, trying to pull back your hand, but Jacob wouldn’t let go. He would hold on and hug you, rubbing your shoulders until you eventually held on to him as well.

Jacob: “You’re right, you’re right… I’m really sorry, Y/N. I promise that I’ll trust you more. Just smile for me again.”

Hwall

Hwall would be really proud of himself to even know someone as amazing as you. Thus, he would try his hardest to continue to impress you at every chance he had. He’d try to show you his modern dancing, his rapping skills, his singing abilities, and would even help you choose outfits to wear. However, no matter how hard he tried, he felt that he was always in competition with the person he looked up to the most: Hyunjae. Hyunjae would always come in during your conversations with Hwall, or he would knock on Hwall’s door to ask him where you were to see if you could hang out. Hwall would get pretty jealous and competitive over you. Although he respected Hyunjae a lot, Hwall couldn’t not get upset whenever Hyunjae would ask what he could cook for you for dinner or if he could hold the groceries for you. Thus, Hwall would always try to butt into your conversations with Hyunjae, asking if you needed help with singing or if you could be in his selca. Hyunjae wouldn’t understand Hwall’s unnecessary need to outdo him, even pointing it out in front of him teasingly. However, Hwall didn’t want to confront his own feelings, and would try to play it off as his normal behavior. His front for his “normal” behavior quickly vanished when Hyunjae invited you to be in his V Live interview. When Hyunjae would first start up the live, he would put up bunny ears behind you and talk about how the fans thought you were really cute. Unable to sit on the sides, Hwall would suddenly interrupt the live and sit right next to you, putting a protective arm around you to pull you away from Hyunjae. Hyunjae could obviously tell that Hwall was trying to get in his interview, thus he would tease him and tell him that he is taking you away from the fans like a clingy baby. With Hwall’s feelings suddenly announced to both you and the fans, Hwall created a fake excuse for needing to leave and would run out the door. Hyunjae, realizing that his words hurt Hwall’s feelings would try to finish the interview quickly so you could both talk to him. You and Hyunjae would knock on Hwall’s door to apologize and understand what was wrong. Hwall would say he forgave Hyunjae, but that he’d want to talk privately with you. As Hyunjae walked away, Hwall would open the door for you, his eyes behind his glasses slightly red.

Hwall: “I’m not a child, Y/N. But… Even though I feel like I can never compete with Hyunjae, I still want to be the person who can always amaze you.” Hwall would sit with his arms over his knees but would reach out to have your fingers interlocked with one another.

Y/N: “You don’t need to continue to impress me, Hwall. You always do! Every day, I learn something more about you.” Hwall would blush and push his glasses up, pulling you close to him to sit side by side.

Hwall: “Well… If that’s what you think, Y/N. Then that makes me happy.”

Sunwoo

Sunwoo was definitely the jealous type. However, he was also the type who tried to keep his cool whenever possible. Thus, he made an obvious point to always sit next to you, to let you have first pick of where to get food, and to tell everyone else to shut up to hear what you had to say. It was easy for him to yell at the other members when they were spending too much time with you, but he could never sincerely get mad at Q. Q was near total opposite of Sunwoo. He was always known for his cute charms and his adorable awkwardness. Thus, when he saw Q playing with your hair and teaching you silly aegyo moves, Sunwoo knew that he couldn’t do any of those things. So, he did the one thing that he could do, which was to simply take you for himself. He would always move in between you and Q whenever possible and even distract Q so he could have you. For a while, you thought Sunwoo was doing it just to be funny, so you didn’t see it as a big deal. Thus, when Q suggested you both watch a horror movie together, you thought it would be great to see Sunwoo’s expression when he got scared. You and Q would be in your onesies sitting on the couch watching The Conjuring at night. You would get easily spooked, so Q would lend you his arm to hold on to. Sunwoo, instantly jealous, would plop himself right in between both of you; only to realize what movie you were watching. During the movie, he would try to stay composed and keep an arm around you, but he always ended up screaming really loudly or trying to convince you to not watch anymore. Once the movie was over, Sunwoo would leap up immediately and drag you to your feet to bring you to his room without saying goodnight to Q. You would immediately shoot him a look when he closed his door, and he would sigh and lean against the wall, crossing his arms.

Sunwoo: “You can’t hang out with Q anymore, okay? I don’t think he’s treating you well and I don’t want you to be friends with him.”

Y/N: “What? That’s so hypocritical of you! You were being rude and unfair to Q whenever we would hang out. What’s wrong with you? I can’t have my own friends?” You would huff, pushing him out of the way to go back to your room. However, the door would shut as soon as you opened it, your back suddenly pressed against the wall as Sunwoo held onto your shoulders.

Sunwoo: “I’m just… jealous, Y/N. Please don’t be mad at me… I’m sorry.”

#lmao it's so hard to find a photo of jacob being serious or mad #TheBoyz #Sangyeon #Jacob #Hwall #Sunwoo #SangeyonTheBoyz #JacobTheBoyz #HwallTheBoyz #SunwooTheBoyz #TheBoyzImagines #TheBoyzScenario #TheBoysAU #TheBoyzFluff #cheekpockets-q

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blurrybowers · 6 years

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secret notes || patrick hockstetter

I combined these 2 requests:

request : “Hey can you do an imagine of where y/n finds a secret admirer note in her locker and after a couple weeks has a plan and wants to see who’s putting them on her locker, and sees Patrick putting them there. Then one day after the bell she goes to her locker and sees Patrick putting another note in and then he panics and runs out on y/n and she runs after him and they admit they love each other.”

“Could you do a patrick one where the reader hears him screaming in the sewers and saves his punk ass from pennywise but pat runs away from her cause he’s embarrassed but sneaks into her room that night ? ”

OK THIS IMAGINE HAS TAKEN ME A OVER A WEEK TO WRITE…YALL better love the fuck out of it. There is also a few time skips but you’ll get what’s going on! This is my longest imagine so far.

word count: 2000+

•••

Annoyed and exhausted, I unlocked my locker, shoving my books into the small, slender space. The day had finally come to a close, after what felt like days. I didn’t have any homework so after throwing the books from today in there I was satisfied. I went to pull out my army green jacket and as I did a blue sticky note slid down my locker and daintily landed on the floor in front of me. Quirking an eyebrow, I kneeled down and lifted it off the ground, it read in messy lowercase letters:

you look really pretty when you wear blue, it’s my favorite color on you.

I was at a loss who could’ve wrote me the short note. Glancing down the hall for any possible admirers, I was only met with the eyes of the creepy, old janitor from Michigan. He looked at me and sent a daunting wave in which I widened my eyes and looked away from his perverted self. It was a boy’s handwriting, messy and rushed.

•••

Days went by, weeks even and those notes always ended up in my locker. They complimented me or told me to cheer up when I was feeling sad but they never had a name signed with them. I could only imagine who it could be, maybe Ben? He was always really shy around me but I knew he could write well. Or how about Eddie? He always got really nervous when he was talking to me. I was determined to find out who was leaving me the secret notes. I needed a plan. Pondering on what could be a clever idea, a flawless plan came into my mind.

Get there before the note does. I glanced at my watch, 7:43 a.m. , no one was at school yet, except a few teachers and some students who came for extra help. The note had always been in my locker by 2:30, never earlier. Today, I was going to find out who was leaving me the secret notes.

•••

I waited behind the corner, having a clear view of my locker. It was 2:28 and I knew whoever my secret admirer was, would be in view soon. As I started to fidget, nervously playing with the strings on my skirt, I heard shuffling in the hallway. I peaked out from behind the corner I was standing in, to see Patrick Hockstetter. He was playing with his lighter. It wasn’t a shocker he wasn’t in class, he skipped like it was his job. I rolled my eyes, considering he was too much of a toolbag to even attempt to learn. Thinking he was going to walk down the hallway, my eyebrows knitted in confusion as he stopped in front of my locker. He looked both ways down the hallway, seeing if anyone was around. I gasped and ducked, hoping he didn’t see me.

Waiting a few seconds, I peered again, still hidden. There he was, folding up a blue sticky note and shoving it through the vent of my locker. Shocked was an understatement… I was at a loss for words. I decided to call him out on his rather romantic actions.

“Patrick?” I questioned, coming into the view of the lanky boy. His eyes widened and he tried to look like he was just leaning against my locker, not putting something in it.

“Uh hi? What are you doing talking to me? Fuck out of here loser, before I kick the shit out of you.” He threatened, trying to sound intimidating but I could see his hands twitching and his leg shaking. He was nervous, nervous I saw him.

“You’re the one who’s been putting notes in my locker!” I exclaimed, calling him out. His pale face quickly turned bright red and he blinked a few times. Patrick quickly caught his composure and coughed a shaky laugh.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talkin’ b-bout. N-Notes?” Patrick tried to sound confident but he failed. He sounded like Bill Denbrough. I glanced at him wiping his palms on his jeans, this kid was shitting himself, and I was loving every second of it.

“Oh please Patrick give it up. I just saw you.” I called him out on his bluff. He quickly looked around, making sure no one heard our conversation. He was so embarrassed, something I thought he wasn’t capable of being.

“Y/n, you’re a psycho and you’re seeing things. I’m outta here you weirdo.” He spat looking me up and down and making a grossed out face. I frowned and looked and my outfit, what was wrong with it? I wore a black denim skirt and a baby blue tank top.

“Why’d you just give me a dirty look? What’d I ever do to you!?” I screamed as he shook his head in disapproval running out of the school. Running away from the conversation we were in the middle of. I knew his ways, he was an asshole and a manipulative bully. But the notes he wrote me made me second guess my opinion of him. Multiple students rolled into the halls, shuffling to class before the first bell rang. I sighed, knowing I had to go to English class, a class I had with all his friends. Before walking to my first period, I glanced out the glass doors and saw Patrick glumly walking into the woods, far away from school.

•••

Finally the school day had drawn to a close. I finished chatting with my friend Mike before quickly saying bye, knowing I had to go home and get started on my unreal amount of homework.

The fastest way home was cutting through the Barrens, it wasn’t usually sketchy but what started as a sunny, warm day turned into a cold, cloudy one. I shivered slightly due to my lack of a jacket and felt the goosebumps graze my arms. As I neared the barrens, I navigated my way through the woods, passing the tunnel but not without hearing a blood curdling scream. I stopped dead in my tracks.

Any normal person would’ve ran, got the fuck out of there as quickly as possible. But me, being a sucker for anything with a little danger, decided to follow the pinpoint of the noise. The terrifying sounds were coming from inside the…sewers? Weird. As I neared the entrance, I hesitated, but decided to suck up the rancid smell of the grey water and began trudging to the source of the petrifying noise. I grabbed a stray metal pipe that was laying around, just in case I had to defend myself against what was lurking around the sewers.

The sound was getting louder and louder. I turned down a pathway and saw IT. There was Patrick Hockstetter, gasping for air with a large gloved hand wrapped around his neck. It was dim in the sewers but I could see a monstrous clown with a daunting smirk on his face. He was tall and had an egg shaped head? This thing was fucking hideous. Patrick’s eyes widened when he saw me. He sent me a pleading look.

The clown hadn’t seen me yet but I knew I had to do something quick, before we were both killed. I was super scared but I decided knocking it out would be the best option. I quietly snuck behind it, and like I was swinging a baseball bat, swung at It’s head. The clown winced in pain before falling face first into the grey water.

“Quick, we need to get out of here.” I instructed to Patrick as we both ran out of the sewers. When we were finally safe, far from the sewers, we stopped for a minute to catch our breathe. I glanced at Patrick who looked unfazed by the whole situation, meanwhile I was still trying to comprehend what was happening.

“What were you doing near the sewers?” He spoke, breaking the silence between us.

“Why were you in the sewers? I was walking home and heard a screaming and I ended up saving your ass.” I spat with an attitude, I still hadn’t received a ‘thank you’ from him.

“I would’ve gotten out of there fine. I didn’t need your help Y/n. Since when have you thought it was okay for you to talk to me? We aren’t friends, get that through your fuckin’ head.” He remarked, gritting his teeth as he spoke and I frowned. He wasn’t ugly but his personality made him ugly. I never had put any thought into having feelings for him just because he wasn’t the type to have feelings, for anything.

He expected an answer from me but I didn’t supply him with one. I stood there with a blank expression and decided it was best not to snap at him, knowing what he was capable of. He let out a chuckle and just turned around the other way and began walking, away from me and away from our conversation.

•••

10:29 p.m.

Slamming my textbook shut, I released a sigh of relief, knowing I finally had finished my homework. Today’s incidents clearly had an effect on me since I was extremely exhausted. I jumped into my bed and wrapped myself in blankets. I closed my eyes, turning off the lights in my room until I heard a knocking on my window. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, slightly scared of what or who was out there. I grabbed my skateboard out of the corner of my room, ready to hit whatever was trying to come in. I opened the curtain to see Patrick crouching down on my roof with a smirk. Rolling my eyes, I unlocked the window and watched him climb in effortlessly.

“What Hockstetter? What do you want at this hour?” I interrogated, crossing my arms over my chest.

“I wanted to say thank you.” He mumbled. Thank you? I didn’t even know the words could come out of his mouth.

“Well you’re welcome. I wasn’t gonna let you die in there.” I replied, shocked that he was being nice, for once. He looked nervous but still tried to keep his composure.

“I gotta tell you somethin’.” Patrick muttered, looking like he was about to tell me he killed my cat or vandalized my mailbox. I nodded, implying for him to continue.

“Um, I-I am the one who’s been leaving the notes in your locker.” He mumbled, clearly embarrassed of his actions. I smiled.

“I knew it was you! Why are you embarrassed? They’re so sweet.” I exclaimed in a whisper, knowing my parents were downstairs.

“Because I don’t do well with rejection and why would you appreciate them if you knew they were from me?” He questioned, interested in the conversation.

“I think they’re so cute and I wanted to say thank you for them. They really make my day everyday.” I complimented with a soft smile and he just rolled his eyes, clearly he doesn’t deal with stuff like this often.

“So…” He began not knowing how to change the topic but I shushed him.

“We’re not done with this conversation. Why’d you write those for me?” I asked, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him to sit next to me on my bed.

“Cause you’re hot.” He frankly said. His words told me otherwise, saying how my smile could light up a room but I decided not to call him out on his sappy shit.

“Thank you. I think you’re kinda cute too.” I mumbled, feeling my cheeks heat up. Calling Patrick Hockstetter cute was the last thing I expected to be saying.

“So um do you wanna be my girlfriend?” He asked and my eyes widened. This was the last fucking kid that would have a girlfriend, Henry would have one before he did.

“I’ll think about it.” I winked before pushing him towards my window. He got up off my bed and sent me an eye roll before climbing out my window.

I would probably date him, even if he was a little bit of an asshole. As I shut the window I saw he had left me a note behind stuck to the top.

goodnight, girlfriend.

That night, I slept thinking about how Patrick and how someone who was so rough on the outside was super soft on the inside.

———

My requests are open, I’m gonna try to do ones with plots that aren’t basic, I want to write ones with an unexpected or unique plot, just to make mine more interesting because sometimes I feel like they are slacking. xoxo

#patrick hockstetter imagine #patrick hockstetter #patrick hockstetter x reader #patrick hockstetter one shot #it movie fanfic #the bowers gang #bowers gang one shot #bowers gang x reader #henry bowers #it cast masterlist #it cast 2017 #it imagine 2017 #it movie imagine #owen teague #owen teague imagine

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stark-raving-romantic · 6 years

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Request! Raphael x Reader.

Raphael had been a ghost the last couple of weeks.

Your plans had been cancelled, your midnight phone chats (which you ALWAYS had) had been met with his voice mail, and he had barely even texted you back. And you knew exactly why:

Casey Mother Fucking Jones.

The hockey mask wearing, baseball bat swinging, one liner cracking vigilante had just gotten back from a trip with April. The two of them had been spending every second of every day together and it was making you madder and madder by the second. Any missed call or unanswered text, you sent one to April and it was always the same:

"He and Casey are out somewhere."

"I think they made plans tonight."

"Do you want me to pass on the message?"

Fuck no. You shouldn't (and most certainly wouldn't) beg to spend time with your boyfriend. If he wanted to run around bashing skulls with Jones, that was just find. You had your own hobbies and your own friends too. After all, it was Donatello who had brought you into the team, Raphael had just been lucky enough to be your type. You walked into the Lair, past everything else and straight into Donnie's lab. Collapsing on his beat up, taped up coach, you sighed angrily.

"Y/N! Hey, what's up?"

Donatello, always excited to see you despite your many moods, pushed away his tools and turned to you. Yoiu didn't even have to say anything. From your hair to your lipstick (Bawse Red too and it looked perfect) and great outfit, he figured it out pretty quickly.

"I'm going to make an educated guess. Date with Raph..."

"Yup."

"...Casey got here first..."

"Go on."

"...And he probably thought he would be back in twenty minutes but won't actually stroll in till midnight or past."

"Wow, Donnie, is Casey stealing your boyfriend too?" You quipped.

Donatello laughed and walked over to you, taking a seat next to you. If your sarcasm was a bit biting (it had been for a couple of days), Donnie didn't show it. You draped your legs over his as he continued.

"I'd like to see him try. Raph's just excited to see him, Y/N, he's his best friend."

"And I'm his girlfriend. It shouldn't be to hard to make time for me too. Casey didn't get all dolled up for nothing. Casey didn't have his plans cancelled over and over. Casey-"

"Missed Raph. Look, I'm not overly fond of the big lug myself, but I understand why they mean so much to each other."

You shot him your meanest mean look and he quickly added,

"But I see your side of it all too! He's being a jerk, I get it."

You couldn't help but smile at his attempt to keep the peace but quickly frowned when you thought of your boyfriend and his best friend again. You hated being this angry. You hated fighting or being mad at Raph. But most importantly, you hated that you couldn't stop thinking about it.

"I don't even want to talk about it anymore. Did you watch the new Stranger Things season?"

"Oh! Yeah!"

And soon enough, you were talking and laughing and had forgotten all about why you were so mad. Donnie made you forget all about everything and you were so happy, you wouldn't have even cared if Raph had walked in with that big bonehead of his. You were having too much fun. At least you were until you left to grab snacks and found yourself running into Raphael instead. The turtle was looming in the kitchen and, when you saw that stormy look on his face, all your anger returned. You didn't even say anything, refusing to look at him as you opened the cabinets.

"Not even gonna say somethin'?" He growled.

"Oh, we're speaking again? I hadn't realized after two weeks of absolutely nothing, my bad." You said, your voice dripping with sarcasm.

He scoffed loudly and you slammed the cabinet door shut.

"What? What is it you wanna say, Raphael?" You demanded.

"Ya know what, forget it."

If he was trying to walk away from this fight, he had another thing coming. You were getting this over and done with, someone had too. You stepped in front of him, glaring up at the turtle.

"No, no, go right on ahead! I would love to hear all about what a fantastic time you were having, tell me Raph!"

"Why don't ya just ask Don about it, ya seemed pretty cozy with him?!" He retorted.

Oh, no. Hell no.

"Don't. You. Dare. YOU ignored me! YOU blew me off! YOU are at fault, not Donnie! So don't you DARE try to bring him into this. This is about you and me and Casey, Donnie didn't do a damn thing."

The turtle stared down at you, shaking in anger but saying nothing. You continued.

"God, you can be so jealous, Raph! And it's so unfair, especially right now. You've been blowing me off to run around with Casey all night and Donnie, he just tries to cheer me up. And hear you are, acting all high and mighty like we went and did something when you should know how much I love you! God, you're such a jackass."

By now, you could tell you were about to cry (and he could too...) and tried to storm away (and he didn't want you to go...). But you found a familiar hand wrapped around your wrist, holding you there.

"Y/N, please don't cry..."

"I'm NOT."

"I'm sorry, I was being stupid and a jackass, yer right."

You didn't say anything. But by now he was holding you and, okay, you were crying a little bit.

"I shoulda been better, tiger, I'm sorry."

"Yeah, you should have. Look, I don't wanna fight anymore. I'm still mad at you but I don't wanna fight you either."

"Me neither. Let's do something tomorrow, okay? Anything you wanna do, I'll do it."

"You know, that's a dangerous thing to say to me right now, Raphael."

"I'll take my chances. Go back with Don, I'll walk you home after." He replied, kissing your forehead.

It wasn't over, but after all that arguing you did feel a hell of a lot better...and you were already thinking about his little promise too.

@fyreball66 your second request! So, I got a little caught up in it all and a teeny bit dramatic but I enjoyed it. I can just imagine poor Leo and Mikey during both of these, hiding in their rooms and texting one another.

"Are they still here?"

"Are they fighting or what? I hope it's not an or what?"

"I hate our brothers omg."

#jealous raph either leads to #sex or a stupid fight #true story #speaking of jesoulsy smut coming up on my raph blog #tmnt #tmnt x reader #tmnt imagines #tmnt raph #tmnt raphael #tmnt raph x reader #raphael x reader #raph x reader #totally turtles imagines

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glowstickia · 7 years

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Detective Guerra & the Missing Heirlooms

Chapter three: Friday - Noon Thirty pm

[Chapter One] [Chapter Two] [AO3]

Special thanks to @monstrblood for the help pushing me through this.

Isabel’s eyes glanced at her paper again. The address hastily scribbled on the back of an old, faded receipt was smudged. Was that a 2…..or a 5… She sighed and stuffed it back in her pocket as she continued walking along the white wrought iron fencing. She parked her car a couple blocks away, relatively hidden.

She pulled out her phone again. Noon. Wait. 12:28. Isabel shoved her phone back into her jacket pocket just as an arm linked up with hers. The flash of pink and curly blonde hair from her peripheral told her exactly who it was.

“How long were you waiting to do that?” Isabel asked, staring straight ahead. The white fencing stopped momentarily as a large, foreboding, golden gate with jagged bolts of lightning contrasting the curling of clouds at the top of the gate’s arch.

Suzy leaned on Isabel’s shoulder, her pink shades glistened in the sunlight. She grinned mischievously. “Since you parked your car.”

Isabel’s lips thinned. Right, she saw her car last night, course. “And you decided to hang on to me now cause-?”

“Oh!” Suzy let go and twirled in front of Isabel. Her pink floral dress spun, showing off her knees briefly. “We passed the entrance.” She pointed with her finely manicured, glitter pink nail, at the shimmering golden gate.

Isabel stared at the golden gate, then at the numbers on the Greek column like structure on either side of the gate, before pulling out her receipt and sighed. It was a 5. "So, Mr. Rich-and-Famous lives here." Her mouth twitched a grimace.

Suzy waved her hand. "Pff, please, more like his parents are loaded and he's too full of himself to go off on his own and start something." She patted her shoulder bag and pulled out a tube of lip gloss. After a quick smear and pucker of lips, she winked at the detective. “Course, we’ll use that against him.”

Isabel blinked. Her eyes shifted to Suzy’s full outfit. Floral dress, white closed toed dress shoes, her face covered in makeup and glitter. Overdressed. The girl was overdressed. “You’re...gonna flirt information out of him aren’t you.”

Suzy grinned and flashed her eyes. “It worked on you didn’t it?”

Heat rose to Isabel’s cheeks. “Now wait a minute-”

Suzy was already at the intercom, pressing the button to speak. “Helloooooo, anyone want an interview? It’s Suzy from the paper, I called in yesterday.”

Isabel tuned out the conversation as she drank in the estate. The extensive Parthenon like structure felt...out of place compared to the skyscrapers and the other mansions in the neighborhood. Sure, each one had their own style and could use their empty rooms to shelter more than just a small family, but to each their own. The gray clouds above choked out any lasting rays of the sun. She inhaled. Moisture in the air.

Suzy bounced ahead as the golden gate, losing its glittering luster, opened for them. Isabel followed behind, hands in her leather jacket pockets. The gates closed behind them as they followed along the extensive driveway lined with concrete urns and shrubbery. Each urn had two symbols carved into them. A two pronged spear wrapped in by a bell shaped flowers Isabel didn't recognize. Isabel's eyes shifted up towards movement on the second floor. The curtain swayed, but it was too dark to see anything unusual. Suzy quickly bolted up the stairs at the front entrance before smoothing out the skirt of her dress. She gave Isabel a once over. "I meant to mention this sooner, but what's with the leather?" Isabel shrugged. "My brother had gotten soda on my good jacket, chill, I look fine." Before Suzy could potentially flirt or make a harsh remark, the massive front doors opened.

Isabel had seen rich and snooty people before. The khaki shorts, light blue sweater draped over shoulders, with pastel shirt, yep, seen the preppy look a few times. But, the bright orange hair screamed misused hair dye and god, she could not stop staring at the boat shoes. Crocs, her brother made her tolerate, but...boat shoes.

He grinned, showing off his unnaturally white teeth. “Ah, hello.” He stuck out his hand to Suzy.

She plastered a warm smile on her face and shook his hand vigorously. “Nice to meet you in person Mr. O’Connor.”

He chuckled. Actually, chuckled. "Oh please, Mr. O'Connor is my father. Call me Isaac." That's it, Isabel wanted to gag, but remaining professional took over her body language. She forced a grin. "Hello, Mr. Isaac." She shook his hand. His was limp in her iron grip. Explained why he hadn’t left his parent's estate. Yet. Recognition crossed his face. "Wait, aren't you the detective on the heirloom case? I thought we had that settled already. Where's your snarky partner?" Isabel blinked. "Uh, well you see-" "You see-" Suzy cut in, "I asked her join me along on, for my column. To get some facts about the case and learn more about you of course!" Isaac nodded, released what little grip he had, and motioned them inside. "I see. Come in."

Isabel had been inside the O’Connor manor before but… She couldn't stop herself from staring in awe. The marble grand staircase lead to opposite sides of the second floor. Armor, busts of old Greek gods, some ancient looking weaponry, the golden crystal chandelier hanging dangerously over their heads, it was...classy.

Suzy didn't seem to be swayed by the grandiosity of the interior. Heels clicked on the marble as Isaac lead them to another room. Isabel kept herself from being too amazed by the manor, but seeing ancient artifacts, and cool weapons hanging on the walls as they passed, needless to say keeping a straight face was hard. She glanced down, noticing the sea foam carpet. Waves were lined by a thin golden line near the walls. Every so often she'd notice a trident, parting the waves down the middle. Isabel looked up and started speed walking upon realizing the other two had left her behind in the hallway.

She slowed her pace, neither seemed to have noticed she was missing. Or, at least she thought neither noticed. Isaac turned, smug as ever. "And this ladies, is our library." Shelves lined the walls, with books upon books placed neatly on every shelf. Various artifacts sat among the books. A black helmet next to the reference books. A large geo full of amethyst sat next to the fantasy books. Someone's baseball in a glass casing resting among the biographies and history of sports. A couple golden ladders rested against the shelves, ready to be moved for epic pirate battles, or to just reach the higher shelves.

Suzy whistled. "Surprised you haven't opened up the ceiling to add another level of library.”

Isaac laughed. "Well you see my sis-sibling wouldn't be too keen on that idea. That'd be their room just above us." Isabel raised an eyebrow.

"So," Suzy rummaged around her bag. She pulled out her notepad and a fuzzy pink pen, "we startin the interview or what?"

Isaac blinked. "OH!" he face palmed but quickly regained composure, "right right forgot what you two were here for." They pulled up a chair at one of the large center tables. Isaac sat across from Suzy and Isabel. He steepled his fingers. "So, what do you need to know?"

Suzy’s finger gently brushed her bag on the side as she laid it on the table. She pressed her pen on a fresh page. " Tell me a bit about yourself." Isaac rubbed the back of his neck as his cheeks flushed red. "Oof where to begin? Uh," he frowned for a moment, "born out of state during a bad storm. My biological father split with Mom when I was real young and she remarried almost a year later." He stared off into space between Suzy and Isabel. "I grew up here. Went off to college. Graduated, and well," he shrugged, "here I am."

Suzy scribbled on her pad and nodded. "So, college huh?" "Yep. Art school." His face grew sour for a moment. "Not fond memories I take it? Pretty hard to find work with art degrees." Isaac sighed, slumping as he did. "Tell me about it. They keep telling me finding a job would be easy. Freelancing isn't as cracked up to be." Isabel folded her arms on the table as she leaned forward. "You freelance? Graphic design? Illustration? Or..." She paused, frowning as the terms Ed threw at her a while back blended together. Suzy threw her a look. Isaac took the cue. "Oh I uh, draw mainly. Wouldn't call it illustrations, but it's uh...cartooning of sorts." His fingers twitched as he began tapping the table. "Mainly commission work is what I do. Paying jobs outside of that are, well, a bit of a joke." He slouched back in his chair again. "No one wants to pay an artist."

Isabel shifted in her seat as she leaned back. Her hands gently resting in her lap. "You know, my brother's having trouble entering the art world himself. Sometimes he'd have me double check some jobs he comes across that seems promising, but there are a lot of scams and frauds that sound way too good to be true. Art elitists feel they're entitled to starving artist's work." Isaac nodded vigorously. "Yeah! You get it! It's like how museums were way back when archaeology was first being picked up. They fought over lost treasures and took them home with them to show off as some center piece." Suzy nodded her head to a golden mask hanging on the wall. "Sorta, like the pieces you have around your house?" Isaac's eyebrows scrunched together. "They bought half the stuff in this place. They're just trinkets to them."

"Heirlooms included?" Isabel asked, her face remaining neutral, yet her hand clenched in her lap. He shot Isabel a look. She's seen worse. "Your parents are taking their heirlooms missing kind of well." He huffed, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "I can't read their minds. Those heirlooms have been in the family for a while. How long, couldn't tell ya."

Suzy twirled her pen in her hand. She had already flipped to a new, new page. She leaned forward. "So, what can you tell me about that night the heirlooms were stolen?" Isaac briefly looked to Isabel before giving Suzy his full attention. He shifted in his seat. "I'm sure your girlfriend detective here could tell you all about it. Are we through?"

Suzy glared daggers at him. "No, Sir, we are not through." Isaac ignored her and began standing. She slammed her notebook on the table and stood with him. "Sit. Down. The people are wanting to know what happened and getting the full details from the source is better than some dumb police report." Isabel side eyed Suzy. She looked back to Isaac. "One: She's not my girlfriend. Two, I'd sit if I were you. And three, speak to me if you have a problem with me . She has no jurisdiction over me." There was ice in her voice that neither had heard before, the two stared at her for a moment before she arched an eyebrow. "Sit." They both pulled their chairs in as they plopped down into them. Isabel smiled briefly, pleased with herself. She cocked her head slightly, face still neutral. "Now, can you please tell us what happened the night the heirlooms were stolen?"

Isaac folded his arms against his chest. His lower lip clearly out as he angrily looked at the floor.

Suzy snorted. "Aw he's pouting." Isabel smacked Suzy's leg. "OW. The He-" Suzy shrunk back as Isabel stared at her with a clear 'do-not-start' glare.

Isaac cleared his throat and slouched further in his chair. "It was late that night." He mumbled. Isabel adjusted herself in her seat, smoothing out the gray skirt of her dress. "Louder for the reporter Mr. O'Conner."

Isaac slouched lower. His knees slightly higher than the table. "As I was saying." He shouted somewhere behind his knees. "It was late at night. The lampposts outside were already on and I was just chilling in my room doing my usual." Suzy leaned over to Isabel and whispered, "Is that even comfortable?" Isabel placed her index finger to her lips. "What is your usual evening Mr. O'Connor?" "Well," he began, before sliding down even farther in his chair. Isaac grunted as he pushed himself up in his chair. His knees no longer being visible above the table. "When no one else is home I eat my dinner then work on commissions on my computer. Did that until I heard a noise." "What noise did you hear from your room?" Isabel asked.

Isaac shrugged. "Thought I heard something break." He paused. The anger in his eyes had faded almost as quickly as he snapped. He stared at Isabel, trying to read her face. "Have you ever been home alone and spooked by any noise you hear? Cause this place...has quite a few unsettling ones at night." Suzy waved her pen around. "We can talk ghost stories later. What broke O'Connor?"

“A window,” he thumbed behind him, “it's on the opposite side of the house from here.”

Suzy gave Isabel a pleaded whimper. Isabel arched an eyebrow in Suzy’s direction.

“No.”

“Aw, what!?”

Isabel leaned back in her chair. “You wanted the story from him. Let him talk, then we might go see the crime scene.” She rolled her wrist, waving for him to continue.

Isaac's eyes darted between Suzy and Isabel a couple times before resting on the table. "Oh uh, right so I grabbed my flashlight. Gotta have one on hand. And went to investigate the noise." "Why did you investigate the noise?" Isabel asked. Suzy's mouth was open. She closed it and chewed on her lip as she pointedly glared at Isabel, who ignored her. "I wasn't sure if it was just the house or if my bro-...sibling had decided to come in, in the dead of night for a late visit. But when I got downstairs I found the window was broken and open. A tall man with a wide brim hat hiding in the shadows as he worked on the keypad with a think a crowbar..."

“Was your flashlight on or off?” Suzy asked, scribbling down a few notes. Isabel raised an eyebrow at Suzy.

Isaac’s eyebrows scrunched together. “...on.”

“So, what did this guy look like?”

Isaac turned to her. “Well, I immediately turned it off when I noticed it wasn’t anyone I knew.” He sighed. “Course, then he noticed me. I froze in fear, dude told me to punch in the code. So I did. And was knocked out by the crowbar.”

Suzy stared at him and turned to Isabel. "How is he not dead?" "I'm right here." Suzy turned to Isaac. "How are you not dead??"

Isaac opened and closed his mouth. "Well, I had a nasty headache when I woke up?" Isabel leaned on the table, her hand propping her head up. "The medical examiner checked him out. Said he'd have some nasty bruising and that-" Her eyes shifted to Isaac, "he's lucky to be alive."

The medical examiner, Dr. Zarei, hummed to herself. "Well, you're lucky to be alive and coherent." She pulled out her small flashlight and asked him to follow it as she watched his eyes. "I'd keep awake for the next few hours. Keep yourself busy. Do not fall asleep or you'll go into a coma." Zarei motioned Isabel to the side and out of Isaac's earshot. "What's up Doc?" Isabel asked. Zarei's eyes narrowed at Isaac. "Something is not right. This isn't the movies. A blow to the head, as he described earlier doesn't match the bruising." Isabel looked to Isaac before shifting back to the doctor. "Well, he did go through something traumatic. Trauma blows things out of proportion." Zarei hummed again as she removed her yellow gloves. "Keep an eye on him Detective."

Isabel strolled down the driveway, eyes staring at the golden gate. Clacking and strangled yelling made her pause. She looked back, watching Suzy hop around on one foot as she replaced her dress shoe back onto her foot.

"This is why I wear boots." Isabel said as Suzy hurried to catch up with the detective. She huffed. "Not my fault my shoe decided to stay behind."

Isabel checked her watch. 1:45 pm. Her stomach rumbled. Suzy shot a grin. "So, where to next? The precinct?"

Isabel stared at her. "No, I missed lunch. Thought it was going to be provided." Suzy leaned against Isabel and winked. "Good, we'll talk shop at The Silver Candelabra.”

"Isn't that place like, really expensive? Did you inhale too much trust fund air in there?"

Suzy laughed, her grin was a little too wide. “Oh it’ll be fine. My treat.”

Isabel raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think so. I was kinda feeling more diner food to be honest.”

Suzy’s face deflated. “Oh.” She quickly regained composure. “What’s the diner you thinking of?”

“It’s not exactly mom & pop style like most are,” Isabel tapped her chin, “But I know the owners. Ever been to the Corner Diner?”

#paranatural #pnat #pnat fic #isabel guerra #glow writes #detective guerra & the missing heirlooms #*claps hands* IVE BEEN WORKING ON THIS FOR THE PAST TWO WEEKS GOD #longest chapter ive written so far probs...its like more than half of the first two chapters and is probably 9 pages on my doc

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theusualspotcafe-blog · 7 years

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Noctis’s Birthday Festival

Game: Final Fantasy XV

Characters: Noctis Lucis Caelum, Lunafreya Nox Flueret

Pairing: Lunoct

Rating: Everyone

Author: The Usual Spot Cafe

Word Count: 2030 Words

Notes: A quick fic for Noct’s birthday! Hope you all like it!

“Luna? Where the heck are we going?”

Luna giggled and squeezed his hand tighter. “Don’t open your eyes! I promise you’ll enjoy it!”

Noctis sighed, barely a smile on his lips as he let his girlfriend drag him blindly through the city of Daybreak Town. He had just gotten back from visiting his family for his birthday and as soon as he stepped into his apartment Luna had been there to ambush him. She made him get changed into acceptable ‘outdoor’ clothing and then asked him to close his eyes. Thinking he was just going to be led to a park somewhere so they could go on a picnic he let her take the lead. However, they had been walking for a good twenty minutes and he had begun to smell the brine and salt in the air from the sea which meant they were closer to the center of town than the college campus where they usually went. She continued to drag him by the hand as the smell of brine was replaced with an earther, strong scent. Noctis’s brow furrowed, his nostrils flaring uncomfortably as the smell pervaded his senses.

“Am I ever going to find out where you’re taking me for my birthday?”

“Of course! In fact…” She trailed off just as a loud voice sounded by his ear.

“Welcome to the carnival!”

His eyes snapped open in shock, they adjusted to the light and he blinked a few times before focusing on a bouncing excited Luna. She held her arms open, a yellow and pink shirt on, along with a moogle baseball cap. “What do you think!?”

Noctis gasped softly and looked around the entrance of the carnival. There were people dressed as both moogle and chocobos running around and handing out balloons. There was a whole line of Chocobos from Wiz’s chocobo Ranch that people could pet and ride, not to mention several stands selling items of value and a few game stands here and there. “Luna… This is amazing!”

She squealed excitedly, “Really!?”

“Yes, oh my gods I love this!”

The blonde clapped her hands together excitedly. “Awesome! Now come on! We have tons to see and do!”

Noctis laughed, grabbing her hand again and letting her lead them off. “What is there to do?”

“Well lucky for you I had Prom come here earlier and give me the low down of everything. First of all, we can go find the moogle brothers, then we can work on the scavenger hunt, next there’s a few carnival games that you would be amazing at and a few surprises!” she ended her sentence with a sing-song tone making Noctis roll his eyes.

“Whatever you say dear, let’s go.”

“Yay!” Luna tugged him along, intertwining her fingers in with his as they weaved through the crowd. “We really should have gotten you a carnival shirt, you look wholly out of place.”

Noctis looked down at his black Caelum Industries shirt. “I look fine Moony.”

“Honestly, must you wear clothes from your father’s company? You look like a walking advertisement!”

Noctis chuckled, “Okay if it really bothers you then we can go get some carnival clothes, but I’m getting the most embarrassing outfit I first see.”

She chuckled, “deal! Though you’re the dummy who’s wearing it.”

“Deal.” They walked through the large crowd, huge smiles on their faces as they pointed stuff out to each other. They stopped to dance with each moogle and chocobo they saw, Luna even acing a Moogle quiz. They paused at every decorated space to take pictures, channeling their inner Promptos to get the perfect shot. They spent the better part of the morning just walking around, looking for places to stop later in the day so they could win medallions to trade in to the man at the front of the carnival for prizes. Apparently, the best prize was the best seat in the town for the fireworks, however it cost a lot of medallions and Noctis wasn’t too sure they would be able to get it. Not only that, but he wasn’t exactly sure where the best seat would be. The Clock Tower was way too dangerous for fireworks, not to mention it was a part of the college campus. He supposed that there could be a section of roofs somewhere that would let people sit up there, but that seemed odder. The only way to find out was to try and get the fifty medallions needed to get the ultimate prize.

“Noctis look!” Luna was pointing at something on the ground before bending over and picking it up, holding it up to his face with a bright smile. “A medallion! I bet we can find loads on the ground that people have dropped or lost!”

Noctis raised an eyebrow, “Isn’t that kinda cheating Luna?”

She narrowed her eyes at him and stuck the new medallion in her purse. “Absolutely not! At least it isn’t for your birthday.”

Noctis smiled, but rolled his eyes fondly. “You know I would have just been happy with cuddling with you on the couch and binge-watching movies all day today right?”

“Yes, but you deserve a festival so that’s what I’m giving you! Now come on, there’s only two more brothers to find and Prompto texted me and told me one’s at the docks!”

“Geez! The docks? How big is this festival!?”

Luna locked elbows with her boyfriend and looked a map of the town on her phone. “Oh, it’s the whole town, minus the college campus due to classes.”

“and you want to explore all of it?”

“What I want is to get the ultimate prize and I have an ace up my sleeve!”

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

Luna giggled and leaned up, nuzzling his cheek to make him blush. “You of course.”

“M-me? How?”

“You’ll see at the docks!” With that she began tugging him along again, waving to a few people she knew from school until stopping dead in her tracks. “Oh my astrals…”

Noctis frowned at her and looked around, trying to find with she was looking for. “What’s up?”

“Noctis if you love me you will not wear that… please!”

Noctis bent down slightly to her level and squinted at the area where she was staring before gasping, a smile lighting up his face. “I did promise….”

“Noctis no!”

“Noctis yes…” He walked over to the stall with Luna grumbling behind him and trying to stare at anything that wasn’t his retreating figure. “Excuse me sir? Do you have more of those outfits?” Noctis pointed to the black suit on the mannequin, the large sombrero angled at him mockingly.

“I believe I still have one left that will fit you.”

Noctis pulled out his wallet quickly and slammed the gil on the counter. “I’ll take it! Also, can I change in your dressing room?” The man nodded with an amused smile before handing Noctis the atrocious outfit.

“Fitting room is right there.” The man pointed to a curtained off area just past the clothes racks. Noctis nodded in thanks before going in the curtained area and quickly changing. When he headed back to Luna she groaned and hid her face behind her hands.

Noctis grinned victoriously. “Well? What do you think of my outfit Moony?”

“I hate it. I hate you. I hate this festival.”

Noctis smirked and bent down, the brim of his hat brushing her hair. “I think you’re lying, I think you love all of this.”

“Then you would be wrong dear Noctis. Now let’s head to the docks! We have more medallions to get!”

Noctis chuckled, “Lead the way my dear.”

She grabbed his hand again, thought this time a little begrudgingly when she saw the embroidered moogles on the jacket front. Noctis just laughed as she glared at his large hat.

“Moony, it’s all part of the festival.”

“It’s silly, but its fine, I think after this next activity we will be able to get something to eat and we might even have enough medallions!”

“Awesome!”

She grinned and led him to the docks quickly, weaving through the crowd. Noctis had a little bit more difficulty getting through the crowd in his new outfit and had to keep apologizing to people whenever his hat bumped into someone.

They reached the docks after a few minutes, all thanks to Luna rushing through the people. There was a man standing at the docks with baskets full of fishing gear making Noctis gasp excitedly. He looked at Luna excitedly before biting his lip and looking down. He knew fishing was boring for other people, Luna especially since for some reason she just couldn’t grasp the concept of it.

The blonde giggled and pushed him towards the man with the equipment. “Go on! It is your birthday after all! What type of girlfriend would I be if I didn’t let you fish during it?”

“Seriously? Moony you are the best!”

She laughed, “I know, now go get more medallions!”

Time passed rather quickly as Luna and Noctis fished before long the sun was beginning to lower on the horizon and their stomachs were rumbling so they went off in search of food. They found the Square Enix pop up café rather quickly and ordered one of the pastries to try. As soon as Noctis received the dish he nearly made Luna shoot lemonade out of her nose as he said in a heavily fake accented voice.

“I’ve come up with a new recipehhh.”

Luna coughed on her drink as he laughed at her misfortune, “If he heard you just now he would be sending you so many death glares!”

Noctis laughed, “They don’t have any hold anymore. I’ve known him for so long he has no effect on me.”

Luna sighed dramatically and shook her head as she got out her coin purse that they had filled to the brim with medallions. “Ah what a shame.”

Noctis nodded in reply sadly and began eating as Luna counted the medallions. It only took her a few moments before she gasped and looked up at him excitedly. “Noctis!”

“What!?”

“We have enough medallions! We can get the best seat!”

Noctis grinned excitedly. “Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go!”

She nodded, a huge smile on her face before grabbing her fork and hurriedly eating, laughing as Noctis got frosting all over his face.

Noctis cautiously rowed the boat away from the wooden dock. “I can’t believe the best seat that we spent all day trying to win is a wooden canoe in the vast sea.”

Moony blushed, “I feel so embarrassed.”

Noctis smiled lightly at her, “Hey don’t be upset, I’m sure once the fireworks start it will be amazing.”

“Let’s hope.”

Noctis rowed out the edge of the roped off area before putting the oars down as the sky reached its full darkness. “Okay here we go. Let’s see how this looks.”

Noctis reached over and grabbed Luna’s hand making her jump before he squeezed it in comfort. There was a shrieking heard in the distance and before they knew it the sky exploded with color with a loud boom overhead. The couple in the boat gasped as they were lit up by the red explosion. They had the most perfect view that the city could offer. As the fireworks display continued Noctis cheered along with the people on the mainland they could barely hear over the sound of the fireworks. Noctis felt a tap on his shoulder, making him turn towards his girlfriend.

She was smiling softly at him and held a small black box between her hands. “Happy birthday Noctis. I hope you really enjoyed yourself today. I know it wasn’t extravagant, but…” She trailed off with a small blush as Noctis chuckled lightly.

“Moony, this day was fantastic. Thank you so much for everything. I love you.”

Luna’s eyes lit up at the last statement. “I love you too Noctis.”

Noctis leaned forward slightly, meeting her halfway as she leaned forward also. Noctis cupped her cheek lightly and pressed his lips against her plump ones as the fireworks boomed overhead, ending the day perfectly.

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theangelwithashotgun8 · 7 years

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FAHC Jeremy because GOOD LORD I do not give Lil J enough love and that needs to change!

Sorry this took so long y’all!

Okay but FAHC Jeremy nearly shitting himself when Geoff offers him the promotion.

He's looked up to the Fakes since he was just a kid fighting in underground rings for a meal. He'd heard tales of how Geoff had been broken out of prison with a limo and how Brownman had once driven a tank through downtown Achievement City just for shits and giggles. There was talk of a time when The Vagabond actually went on a Murder Break because Mogar didn't think he could do it and had replaced his weapons with nerf guns. They were all stupid, silly, idiots but they ruled Achievement City and Jeremy desperately wanted to be a part of that kind of mayhem.

Years later he goes from Jeremy to Rimmy Tim and Matt becomes Axial, they get a letter in the mail. There are no words. No return address. Just a stamp of a green duck. The next day a man in a purple hoodie and a baby pink DS is waiting at the warehouse where they store their weapon.

"Sup. Want a job?"

And that was that, they were part of the Fake AH Crew. They were floating on Cloud Nine for months, climbing the ranks until they truly felt like the Fakes were family. Family they were still slightly afraid of and in complete and total awe of, but family nonetheless.

Then one day Brownman, "Call me Ray", made an announcement: He was done. Retiring. Brown out. Jeremy had become close to the other criminal and saying goodbye was hard, but in the end Ray moved out of the penthouse.

"If you need me." He promised at the door, "I'll come running."

The pain of Ray leaving was dulled by Geoff's next offer, "Well I have a spare room... And an open spot. Lil J you up for it?"

And... He hadn't been expecting it, but when he turned to Matt who screamed, "Why you lookin' at me?! Say yes you dumbass!" he accepted and joined the innermost circle of the Fake AH Crew. It was easier to talk to the Big Boys when you lived with them and saw every stupid thing they'd ever done.

His hero worship of Geoff faded real quick after the man wouldn't stop singing Come On Eileen for five hours straight and he stopped fearing Ryan when the man proudly showed off the skull he'd shaved into his chest. Michael's temper wasn't so scary when you heard him giggle at something Lindsay had said and Jack wasn't nearly as intimidating when she was tripping Geoff because he won't stop singing Come On Eileen.

Gavin, however, remained a mystery. The dude literally just hid in his room, tapping away at his keyboard, and only came out when it was time to eat. He was perfectly polite, but distant.

Gavin had always been his favorite when he heard the news stories of the FAHC. The Golden Boy, Ramsey's Fool, the idiot who nearly shot himself in the foot and left behind a duffel bag with $10,000 in it. He’d landed in jail more times than anyone cared to count. Yet he was still Ramsey's favorite, his spoiled little lap dog who gobbled up the attention, flashing his pretty jewelry at envious clients who underestimated his skills. While everyone laughed at this imported twink Gavin robbed them blind, took their money, their guns, and their life if he could get away with it.

And most of the time, he got away with it.

Jeremy loved him, looked up to him, wanted to be him. A perfect mix of silly and threatening, those were his hard and true Life Goals. Yet when they first met, the Brit had smiled, nodded his hello, and then vanished into the back.

The fearless "Golden Boy" he'd heard so much about was just your average dude. He wore hoodies and jeans, his face was free of the golden eye liner he'd heard so much about, and he had a habit of chewing his nails when he thought no one was looking. And he seemed to go out of his way to avoid Jeremy.

Which stung, a lot. Like, Gavin is his hero (if criminals can even have heroes), the dude means a lot to him and to be dismissed so quickly?

"He's just being stupid." Michael reassures him.

"I can talk to him." Ryan promises as he shoulders a baseball bat.

"I'm fine." He tells both of them because it's true.

He's been through literal hell and back and now he's on top of the world. He's working with the crew that owns Achievement City, he has a roof over his head, food in his belly, and enough money to spend on useless crap to help enhance his Rimmy Tim persona.

It was through Tim, surpsingly, that he brought Gavin out of hiding.

A heist. His first ever as one of the Main Six. They were gonna hit up a new art exhbit bringing in a priceless gold vase discovered in a tomb that had been lost in the sands for thousands of years. It looked ragged as all hell in the first few photos Gavin showed them, but after it had been dusted off it was much easier to see it's true worth. Geoff was practically drooling when he saw it.

It would go down in broad daylight, because none of them knew the definition of stealth apparently. Ryan and Michael would pose as tourists before shooting the guards and anyone who got in their way before grabbing the vase. Jack and Gavin were a ways away with the getaway vehicle, from there Gavin would be watching their every move from his laptop. Meanwhile Jeremy would be with Geoff on sniping and lookout duty. He was a bit disappointed that he was being left out of the action, but he was excited nonetheless.

So, with adrenaline pumping through his veins, he pulled out his Rimmy Tim heist outfit. A bright orange shirt, a purple blazer, his sunglasses, and his white cowboy hat. This was his first heist as one of the Main Six, he could do this!

With an ear to ear smile he flung open his door and came face to face with Gavin.

He stopped breathing for a moment.

This was the Gavin he expected. Gold rings dripped beautifully from his long fingers, his hair was swept up with gel, and the sparkling eyeliner made his hazels eyes pop. He was beautiful, stunning, dangerous. Ramsey's Golden Boy, this was the Gavin he'd looked up to all these years.

He wasn't ready.

"What on Earth are you wearing?!" Apparently, neither was Gavin-who stared at him with absolute horror.

Gavin shook his head, "No. Absolutely not. Put something else on you look atrocious!"

For a brief moment Jeremy felt hurt. He'd worked hard to put Rimmy Tim together, to turn that name into something people feared. But then Gavin laughed, and that smile made something warm and happy flutter in Jeremy's chest. He liked hearing Gavin laugh, he really liked knowing he was the reason it happened.

"Lil J that is the worst color combo I have ever seen!" Gavin laughs again and throws an arm over his shoulder, "Oh God. I'm taking you shopping after this heist, I'm going to teach you how to dress!"

And Jeremy wants to cry because Gavin wants to hang out with him! Deep inside he's screaming and running and flying over the fucking moon because this is all he's ever wanted, who says dreams don't come true?!

They walk into the kitchen, where everyone is groggily smushing cereal into their mouths, and Gavin still has his arm around his shoulders. Michael looks up first and smirks.

"So you got over it Gavvy?"

"Micoo!" Gavin shouts, face bright red.

Jeremy tilts his head, "Got over what?"

"Gavin avoids people he doesn't know very well." Ryan says from the fridge, where he pops a can of diet coke, "He's really shy."

He whips around and Gavin pulls away to look at the floor in embarrassment, "Is that true Gav?"

"You should have seen when we first hired Ryan." Jack says as she bites into her Lucky Charms, "He refused to look at him for a month."

"To be fair." Michael says, "He's fucking scary."

"You were nervous?" Jeremy's equal parts confused and amused, "Why? Look at me! I'm a fucking loser!"

"No you're not! You're Lil J! Our Lil J!" Gavin hugs him and Jeremy feels his heart do the tango in his chest, "And I'm not nervous now am I? When we're done with this the first thing I'm gonna do with my cut is buy you proper clothes because you look ghastly!"

The crew laughs, Gavin laughs, and Jeremy laughs through barely shed tears. Years of hell and pain and literally fighting for his dinner have landed him here.

He couldn't be happier.

#Fake AH Crew #FAHC #Fake AH Crew Jeremy #FAHC Jeremy #Jerevin

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imaginekpoplikethis · 7 years

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Abnormal Saturday - Kim Namjoon - Mafia OneShot

That Mafia One Shot that’s been sitting on coming soon for over a week is finally here!

Being bound to a chair, In a dark and damp room was not how you expected your Saturday to be spent but then again who plans to spend a Saturday like this? You had no idea why you were brought here and the men who had literally thrown you into this room offered no hints. You were really starting to regret opening the door to your apartment.

A few hours earlier.

You had agreed to meet up with your best friend Ah Ran at a local café in about an hour. Any normal person would be ready and making their way to the location but not you. You slept through your alarm and were currently aggressively brushing your teeth in the mirror. Finishing up in the bathroom you ran into your bedroom, throwing clothes in every direction. If only your boyfriend could see you now, in this tragic state. Scrap that. You were relieved Namjoon was on a business trip for the next few days. That meant no surprise visits during moments like this.

Thinking about Namjoon made you giddy like a teenage girl. Although you had been dating for a little under 4 months, you had still not gotten over the initial excitement of being in a new relationship and it was safe to say you were completely and utterly in love. You had met him in a book store and had gained an interest in him when he had mistaken you for an employee and asked you where he could find a specific book. After that encounter you began to bump into each other more often, one thing led to another and he finally asked you out. You had obviously said yes and thus a beautiful relationship was born.

You let out a yell of frustration as you let yourself get distracted again. If only you had planned an outfit the day before but apparently that’s something you were incapable of doing. Glancing at the mirror you took notice of your dishevelled hair, tank top and pyjama shorts. Today was just not going your way. It didn’t help that you had allowed your phone to die so when you plugged it in to the charger you had to wait for it to turn on. That ruled out messaging or calling Ah Ran.

A knock on your door broke your train of thoughts. You weren’t expecting anyone so it could only be Ah Ran. At least she won’t be waiting for you out in the cold. You trudged to the door not bothering to look through the peep hole. Unlocking the door, you twisted the handle and opened it.

“Ah Ran, thank- oh sorry mister. I think you may have the wrong house…” Shock was evident on your face when you noticed the bulky looking man standing before you. He smiled but it didn’t reach his ears which is something that planted a seed of worry in your gut. Maybe you were just jumping to conclusions.

“Is your name Y/N?”

That question caught you off guard as you had never seen this man in your life, you weren’t expecting him to know your name. You shifted from one foot to another, aware about how underdressed you were under his scrutinising eyes.

“Um… sorry, who are you?”

He seemed to notice you avoid the question as his eyes slightly narrowed and when he made a small gesture with your hands that’s when you realised something was wrong.

“Bye!” You slammed the door shut and double locked it whilst internally freaking out. What the fuck was happening. It’s not like you pissed anyone off, you just lived a simple life hanging out with your sister, friends and boyfriend. Nothing out of the ordinary.

When you heard banging on the door, you immediately sprinted to your room launching yourself at your phone.

“Piece of shit! Turn on already!” Your phone was doing you no justice so you instead opted for the next solution. You grabbed Namjoon’s baseball bat (because for whatever reason he had an obsession with baseball) and slid down against your bedroom wall. You tried to calm your heavy breathing as you listened to the banging grow louder. God seemed to be with you as your phone eventually turned on. You typed in your password and dialled Namjoon’s number because all logic put aside, at that moment it seemed more rational to call him instead of the police. He, thankfully, picked up after the third ring.

“Hey babe, what’s up?” His voice calmed you down a bit and you allowed tears to gather at your eyes.

“Namjoon, oh my god, there’s this guy banging down my door and I don’t know what he wants but he’s looking for me and I don’t know what to do and-” You were cut off by your door giving in to all the banging and you heard shuffling on his end.

“Okay baby I’m coming, I’m not too far and I swear nothing will happen to you. I’ll explain later just call Jin Hyung.” You were confused at his last sentence.

“Explain what…?” You heard his hurried footsteps right before a gruff voice let out a ‘find her’ from your living room.

“Baby, I’ll tell you later. Just call Jin!” He then proceeded to call out to someone.

You hung up and searched for Jin’s contact number, pressing dial at the sight of it. After the first ring you heard his cheerful voice through the speaker.

“Hey Y/N, what’s wrong?” His voice was laced with concern at you calling him so early in the morning.

“Jin! Please help me, there’s these men in my house and their looking for m-” The door was suddenly kicked open and your dropped your phone in fear as a scream left your lips. Two men ran right in and you jumped up, readying your weapon. When they came close enough you swung with all your might managing to hit one of them on the arm. He groaned in pain as the other man restrained you.

“What the fuck do you want! Let me go you jerk!” You were kicking and screaming at this point legs flailing underneath as he lifted you up. The other man recovered from your attack, evidently pissed off at the injury you gave him. That’s why when he lifted his arm up, he delivered a punch to your face with no mercy.

“Stupid bitch. Don’t think I’ll go easy on ya just 'cause your a girl.” That much was clear from the intense pain that you were presented with on the left side of your face. A third man walked in, whom you recognised as the one who knocked on your door, and called out to both the men.

“Oi! Why is she still awake?” That caught both their attention and the one who had previously hit you smiled sadistically as he pulled a gun out from inside his blazer pocket. Your eyes widened and the last thing you saw was the end of a pistol.

The intense throbbing on your head now made sense after your recollection of events. Your main concern was how Namjoon could explain this kind of shitty situation to you. Surely, he couldn’t be involved with these men. Why did he want you to call Jin? Hands found there way onto your knees and began stroking your legs. You cringed in distaste at the vile man crouched before you.

“Don’t worry darling, boss’ll be here soon.” He smirked at you and you spat in his face in return. This earned you a stinging slap to your already swollen face. He grabbed your hair and pulled your head back, making you look directly into his eyes.

“Try that again bit-” He didn’t get to finish his sentence as the only door in the room opened and a heavily tattooed man strolled in. He let go of your hair in a flash and stepped out of the way, allowing the man to stop in front of you.

“Hey princess. How are you doing?” His sarcastic, teasing tone was as clear as day.

“Fuck you.” He chuckled at your retort and smiled down at you. He brushed a strand of hair out of your face, allowing his hand to linger on your bruised cheek.

“Wouldn’t you love to? But not right now. Right now I’m looking for your bitch of a boyfriend, you know, Namjoon? You see I’d love to take that shit stain down and what better way to do it than through you?” To say you were lost was a complete understatement. Everything coming out out of this mans mouth didn’t add up to you.

“What the hell are you talking about?” He gave you a mock sympathetic look at the clueless expression you gave him.

“Ah, I knew you were too innocent… Namjoon is a deeply feared person in this world.” At the words 'this world’ he gestured to all around him. So, Namjoon was involved. It shouldn’t have been that much of a surprise considering the fact you had no idea what he worked as. Even so you never expected something so blatantly illegal and dangerous.

“But let me guess, your still confused about what this world is. Well, princess, this world is a world ran by gangs and your shitty boyfriend happens to be right in the middle of it.” His rambling fell upon deaf ears as you tried to make sense of the situation. Was he implying that Namjoon was a gang leader?

“Bingo! Well, not quite. More of a mafia lord per say.” You hadn’t realised you were speaking out loud until you got the answer you were searching for. You weren’t sure if you were happy to understand the situation you were in. Ignoring the extreme fear you felt, you dared to make eye contact with the man once again.

“Why the fuck am I being used as a means to destroy him. Just be a real fucking man like the gang leader you supposedly are.” He didn’t seem to appreciate your last comment as the smile on his face dropped and his eyes became hooded. He dropped down to you level, bringing his face close enough to the point where you were almost touching and whispered.

“Princess… don’t make the wrong decision now. Look where that got your boyfriends loved one.” He eyed you up and down and moistened his lips with his tongue as you turned your face away in disgust.

“I must say, Namjoon has a delightful taste in partners. You’re beautiful.” You directed a deadly glare at him as you scoffed, despite the dreading feeling that was racking your body.

“I suppose you want me to thank you? Go jerk off to the discovery channel or something.” His hands both grabbed the sides of your face as he aggressively whipped your head in his direction.

“Don’t test my patien-” For the second time in a day, the sound of a door being kicked open had interrupted your conversation and the person who stalked in did not look the slightest bit pleased.

“Namjoon…” At the sound of your voice, his eyes focused on the man caressing your face, practically breathing down your throat. His face contorted in pure anger as he aimed a gun at the back of the mans head.

“Get the fuck away from my girl, Dong Woo.”

Dong Woo simply let go of your head and stood up, sighing. He lazily turned around and tilted his head to the side staring at Namjoon.

“How expected of you to turn up at the good part.” His gaze travelled to behind Namjoon, at the figures behind him. The rest of Namjoon’s 'friends’ (now it was clear they were members of his gang) stood, guns aimed at the rest of Dong Woo’s men.

“Oh and look. You brought your lackeys.” Namjoon squinted his eyes further and Dong Woo took the opportunity to pull out a pistol and aim it directly at your head. You screamed as the cold tip of the gun made contact with your skin.

“Fucking shoot her and i swear to go-” A sharp laugh echoed through the room and you whimpered as he pushed your head to the side.

“What? You’ll shoot me? It’ll be too late for that. By then she would have had her last breath.” He cocked his gun to emphasise his point and you shut your eyes, praying for the best.

“Look, I don’t want to have to be the bad guy here but you really leave me no choice.” You heard his finger make contact with the trigger and used your last bit of sense to push all of your weight to the back of the chair. Your attempt was successful as you managed to tip the chair backwards just as a deafening shot was fired.

As more shots were fired, your head collided with the floor and for a moment you only saw black dots in your vision. You turned your head to the side only to come face to face with Dong Woo’s lifeless eyes staring back at you. Your screech seemed to gather everyone’s attention as the room grew silent. It was then that you realised all of Dong Woo’s men were no longer breathing and the thought made you dizzy. You gasped for air and gave into the darkness just as Namjoon’s ash grey hair came into view.

You had regained consciousness a couple of times for a few short moments. These moments were long enough for you to come to the realisation that you were safe in Namjoon’s arms. When you had completely came to, the first things you took note of was the familiar smell of Namjoon and the soft surface you were resting on. Sitting up, you took in the unfamiliar surroundings. You were not sure who’s bedroom you were in or where you were but when you heard Taehyung scream in mock fear you had your suspicions.

Sitting up on the bed, you turned and placed your feet on the cold surface of the bedroom floor. The dull throbbing on your head and body served as a reminder of what you had been through. Ignoring the pain, you stalked towards the door in search of the man who had promised you an explanation.

Leaving the room, you trudged down the corridor and stairs, holding a hand to your bruised face. When you had entered what seemed to be the main room, the conversation between the 7 boys had died down after they all had followed the direction Jungkook’s wide eyes were looking in. Namjoon lifted his head out of his hands and when his eyes took in your figure, he shot out of his seat and made his way towards you.

“Babe, are you alright? You should be in be-” The harsh slap you delivered to his cheek had enough brute force to make his head snap to the side. Tears gathered at the corners of your eyes and you bit the inside of your cheek in a poor attempt to prevent them from falling.

“Why…why did you ask me out back then? If you knew it would put me in danger like that, why would you let me get attached!?” You couldn’t help it when one tear slipped down your cheek and the rest soon followed. You began to hit his chest whilst sobbing uncontrollably.

“I… I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I thought you’d leave me and I… I couldn’t live with myself if you did.” He wrapped you in a tight embrace, restricting your movements. All you could do was sob into his chest.

“You bastard… you’re a jerk f-for making me love you.” He welcomed your insults and placed a hand at the back of your head, bringing you closer to his body.

“Do you regret it? Regret us?” Despite everything you had been through, you knew your true feelings and you weren’t about to play stupid and deny them. You returned his embrace, trying to convey all your feelings through this one gesture.

“How could I?”

Things would never be the same. It would take loads of time and trust to return to how you were before but you were certain that you couldn’t live without him and he couldn’t live without you. He was a mafia boss but the 4 months you shared together meant much more to you than his title did and that’s all that mattered.

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