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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Breathing In

Sequel to: “In Too Deep”

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing, Cheating (Past), Mentions of toxic relationships

Genre: Romance, Angst

Summary: It’s not just about leaving a person behind, it’s about leaving behind what feels to be a separate world, one you want to detach from yet you still want to hold onto for the twisted comfort it gives you, the familiarity of it all. But then again, you’ve been drowning in the deep too long to still want to hold on, and all you want is to swim up to the surface and breathe in.

Requested by the lovely readers who showed the first fic “In Too Deep” so much love and support. I’m so glad to be writing a sequel for this piece because I enjoyed writing it so much! I love the storyline and I can’t express how grateful I am the Anon who sent in the request for it in the first place. Love you all, Vy ❤

A romantic relationship should never be a responsibility. A person should never be another person’s responsibility. One cannot be a pillar and stand strong while the other is falling apart, leaning on them and depending on them for everything in their life. That’s not love, it’s hell. It’s a job you get paid for with nothing but exhaustion, pain and emptiness. Your mind’s constantly flooded by images of all those times you could’ve experienced had those ‘what if’s happened.

What if she didn’t turn up to class late that day? What if she didn’t need anyone to distract the professor for her to get in the classroom undetected? What if when Kaylor asked for sex as a repayment she refused and slapped him across the face?

Well, things would be different. She wouldn’t be living like this, that’s for sure. She’d be working her ass off, just like she’s wanted to all her life. Coming from a family of drunks and bums, she’s always wanted to prove her worth, not to others but to herself. To prove that ‘the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree’ doesn’t always apply. She’s always been terrified of that saying, never wanting to become like her parents and older siblings. Never wanting to become like Kaylor who started off as her acquaintance, proceeded to become a guy she regularly hooked up with and then became her boyfriend. And then, the worst decision among all she’s ever made, she allowed him to slip that ring onto her finger and a few months later exchange vows with her in front of an altar. Had her phone not died the night prior to meeting him, none of this would’ve happened. She’d have several normal jobs instead of one barely-paying one and one she didn’t know she ever even signed up for - taking care of Kaylor.

She’s been drowning in the deep for so long, she can barely remember. Long enough to forget how breathing in feels.

However, she’s not the only one.

He has his own fulfilled ‘what if’s as well: what if he hadn’t left his apartment that night? What if he had stopped after the second beer like he originally intended to? What if he didn’t choose exactly that night to socialize with the stranger who sat down on the bar stool next to him. What if he simply paid for his drinks and left?

But he didn’t, he didn’t do any of that. Didn’t manage to preserve himself, didn’t manage to keep it in his pants or hide the lust in his eyes. Still, the hook-up on its own wouldn’t have been so horrible had it not led to what it did afterwards. Had it not led to a relationship with one very fragile girl. A girl much like him, too much like him. Constantly insecure, fearful, paranoid, dependent, distrusting. A girl always in need of a firm grip on her hand and an external voice telling her it would all be alright because her internal voice is never optimistic. Her own mind doesn’t like her, she can barely stand it, and he got caught in that crossfire.

He can’t really picture what he would be doing with his life if it wasn’t for Ida, he’s that sucked in. He’s that deep into this mess. It’s not water he’s drowning in, it’s quicksand, the type that’s taken form with his regret and self-hatred as a base. Breathing in would result in sand-filled lungs but at this point his only wish is to breathe in, no matter the consequences. After all, if it doesn’t save him it’ll kill him and he can live with that.

Still, it hasn’t all been dark for our broken lovers. There are several ‘what if’s Corpse and Y/N don’t ever wanna imagine or know the outcome of. Such as, for example: What if the two of them never met? What if they didn’t strike up the relationship question? What if they didn’t share that kiss in that parking lot that night. That single contact between their lips was the only thing they didn’t regret that night. What they regret the most, however, is walking away from one another, spiraling their situation out of control, turning it into a twisted, sticky spiderweb, laced with the sin of cheating on a significant other.

If it were as simple as people make it out to be - break up with the other person instead of cheating - they would’ve done it so long ago. They would’ve been far from here. Very far from this fucking place and these fucking problems had they been the ones holding the leash of their fate rather than let the current of events manipulate them.

Maybe they’re a little late with the grasp of this realization, but that’s not what matters. What’s important is the here and now, the events that are about to occur or not occur. The actions that will or won’t be taken. Y/N and Corpse have been a will they/won’t they pair from the very start, always leaning more towards won’t because of how impossible it all felt. How hopeless the spiraling hell they were in made them feel.

But now the tables have turned.

Corpse was the first to leave his hell-cell. He did so by cutting things off with Ida a week ago. He did so rather gently and caringly, promising he’s always a phone call away whenever she needs him. It took a lot of preparation and guts he didn’t have but had to develop in order to execute such a delicate operation and make it a successful one. The response he got from her was rather surprising.

“I was hoping you’d call it off.“ She said with a small smile, shocking him to the point of letting out a small gasp, “I mean, you know me, I could’ve never done it. But I hated what I was doing to you and I hated myself even more for not being able to stop and...“ she trailed off, her lips pressing in a thin line, eyes glistening with tears, “...I’m so glad you did it. You’re saving both of us, trust me.“

As he was packing his stuff, he overheard Ida’s phone call with her parents, telling them she wanted to move back in with them for a little while but refused to answer any further questions, at least not over the phone. That was the biggest relief, a whole-ass boulder lifted off him, allowing him to finally breathe in. But he wasn’t breathing in at full lung capacity, he still isn’t even no as he stands outside a gas station, leaning on the side of his car which is loaded with all his belongings which he doesn’t have many of, thankfully. He’s waiting for her - the half of this relationship that’s still swaying between will it/won’t it. Corpse is all will, all in, ready for a new, fresh start, ready to be able to breathe the air of the real world, feel the breeze of a real life finally. Whereas Y/N is not as certain, not as prepared and a lot more emotionally attached. It’s understandable, she’s leaving behind a husband, not just a boyfriend.

“I don’t know if I can do this, Corpse. I won’t be able to live if something happens to him. I’ll forever feel guilty, I’ll hate myself forever. You gotta understand.“ She told him the same night him and Ida had their break-up. He called her, telling her he had some big news to share. His excitement was quickly shot down when she gave him this response, eyes glossy with sorrowful tears.

He understood.

She asked for time. He gave it to her.

He gave her an ultimatum. She gave dubious agreement.

The ultimatum? : meet him at this gas station, with her belongings, right at sunset, prepared for the adventure filled with struggles, the whole experience of starting new.

And so he waits, watching as the sun goes lower and lower, leaving the scene to be taken over by the moon and now dark and starry sky - just like his hopefulness is stepping aside for his depression and dread to take over.

She’s not here. She hasn’t tried to reach out to tell him anything. Even a rejection would’ve been better than to let him wait here, his heart breaking a bit more with each passing minute. All this time he’s been trying to convince himself he’ll move on without her if she doesn’t show up. He’ll skip town like the two of them planned to do together. He’ll leave and leave it all behind, Y/N included. But now, looking from this standpoint, being barely a minute away from having to put his foot down on the gas pedal and drive out of the city, pass the sign that’ll tell him he’s passed the threshold, he finds it brings him almost physical pain.

He’s not sure he can do it.

With a heavy sigh he spares the horizon one final glance to see there are only faint traces of the sun he was observing just minutes prior, the final reminder that he has to go now, has to stay true to himself and respect the ultimatum he posed, no matter how much it hurts emotionally, mentally or physically.

Just as he’s about to enter his car, he hears what sounds to be footsteps, but before he can even look up to check where they’re coming from a loud, cheery yell startles him.

“HEY! Look what I got!“ He’d recognize that voice anywhere and no matter what words it says, it’ll always grab his full attention just like it did just now.

Corpse whirls around to face the direction of the voice to see her, Y/N beaming at him brighter than the sun he just watched set. Over one shoulder she has a duffel bag and in the opposite arm she’s dragging a suitcase and if that isn’t confirmation enough, in her free hand she proudly wields what looks to be a document. When she gets closer, his eyes widen at the realization of what she’s holding - divorce papers.

“H-how?“ He stutters in disbelief, his jaw hanging, his heart beating like crazy, his eyes brimming with tears of joy that’s just exploded throughout his chest like a firework.

She rolls her eyes, dropping the papers, suitcase and duffel bag in the dust, “You talk too much.“ With that, she rushes over to him, throwing her arms and legs around him, her head nuzzled in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent.

Breathing in, they’re both breathing in, with full lung capacity at that - something they never thought they’d have the chance to do, but here they are. Here they stand, shamelessly in each other’s tight , loving embrace that they never want to have to let go of again, afraid of the wrong eyes seeing it.

They are finally free, finally out of the deep end and back to being afloat, floating towards the nearest island to make it their own. And on that note...

“Let’s get out of here.“ Y/N whispers in Corpse’s ear, her fingers tightening the hold of his shirt at his shoulder blades.

He doesn’t need to be told twice.

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pretend-writer · 4 years

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Better Than Revenge (Hargreeves x sibling!reader)

Summary: Y/N’s boyfriend broke up with her unexpectedly and the Hargreeves goes and finds out the truth.

Pairing: Hargreeves x sibling!reader

Title Reference: Better Than Revenge x Taylor Swift

Word Count: 2.1k words

Warning: swearing, violence

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It was all so sudden, I thought that me and him were alright. We've just got back from a trip couple of days ago, taking cute couple pictures and posting it on social media.

Every night, he told me that he loved me and he would never let me go. It took us hours to even hop out of the hotel bed because he would want to cuddle with me all morning. All the love he shared that I thought was genuine didn't mean anything to him.

Was a blind? Was I too naive? Should I have known me and him were in a fake relationship this whole time? Did I waste a year and a half of my life thinking that he loved me? I didn't know what was real anymore.

The only truth that came out of this was that my boyfriend and I were over with. Everything else was a blur.

'Y/N?' Allison tapped me on my shoulder. 'Are you coming inside?'

I've been in my head all day since I got the breakup text from my boyfriend, I totally forgot that I was outside sitting next to Ben's memorial statue.

As I continued to stare at the ground, I shook my head. 'No, thanks.'

'It's about to rain, you should come inside.' Allison still sat beside me even with the complicated weather outside, concerned as she knew something was wrong with her sister. 'What's wrong?'

'You know the best days of my life was supposed to be this trip with my boyfriend?' I slightly chuckled, feeling stupid about myself as I said those words at loud. 'Turns out I was wrong.'

'What did John do?'

I bit my lips and sighed; I couldn't even blame him really. 'It's all my fault. For believing that this was all true, for thinking that he was happy with the relationship. I'm so fucking stupid.'

'What did he say to you?'

'He said enough.'

Allison quickly stood up and left my side. 'I'll be inside, come join me soon okay?'

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Allison POV;

The things that Y/N said hit a nerve. I already knew something was not right with the relationship. There was always something off with John but I figured if Y/N trusted him, I should too.

I've should've trusted my guts.

It was one thing to hurt my sister's feelings but to make Y/N sad to a point where she sat in the rain made me very upset and angry.

Y/N was the cheeriest one out of the bunch, constantly making us smile when we're down. Her smile was how we all got through the day, especially during our childhood with our so-called father.

It always took a lot for her to get mad or upset about anything. This already proved that John had something to hide and I would do anything to find out what was going on with his life.

I didn't want to leave Y/N alone under the dark, gray clouds but she seemed as though she was not going anywhere at all. I gave a kiss on the top of head before I walked back into the building.

'What's wrong with her?' Diego peeked through the window, watching Y/N leaning next to Ben's statue.

'John broke up with her and I'm going to find out exactly why.' I flared my nose, infuriated about this situation between my sister and her ex-boyfriend.

Diego furrowed his eyebrows, confused about everything. 'W-wait, John and her broke up? Didn't they just come back from their cute little trip?'

'He's a fucking liar is what it is. I swe-'

'Allison, are you sure he's a prick?' Diego tried to be civil which I completely understood but something about my instincts told me otherwise. 'We have zero proof of why this man broke up with Y/N.'

'That's what I'm trying to find out. I just don't trust him. It doesn't make any sense at all.' I rolled my eyes, taking a deep breath. 'You can watch Y/N while I go do some digging.'

Diego chuckled, 'Are you kidding me? I'm coming with you. Let's expose this man.'

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Diego POV;

Luther, Vanya and Five were left with Y/N at home to make sure she was comfortable and feeling better. We also had to be extra careful about Y/N finding out about us stalking her old boyfriend.

If Y/N even got a hint about me, Klaus and Allison's whereabouts, her emotions will get the best of her and she will not hesitate to use her ultrasonic scream to try to get to us.

Y/N was the most level headed out of all the Hargreeves but her number one pet peeve was people digging through private lives. Her finding out the truth especially in the fragile state she was in would ruin us.

And seeing her hatred towards paparazzi and the way she fought them off on her off days as Number Eight, I would never want to be Y/N's enemy.

Which was why Allison, Klaus and I, the mouthy triggering siblings had to leave the house. Klaus and I privately argued that Five should've been with us but with his smart mouth, we knew he was going to use his "genius brain" as an excuse to stay and distract Y/N.

Klaus didn't like that, given the fact that Y/N and him were tight like glue. But everyone knew that Klaus was the number one person that needed to leave the house.

'Why can't I stay with Y/N?' Klaus whined, 'You know I suck at these investigating type missions. I could be a great caregiver to our sweet sister. I would give her some warm tea-'

'We haven't even pulled over to John's house and you're already running your mouth. That's why.' I turned around toward Klaus who was laying down in the back of the car as Allison drove my car. 'You'd be the first one to tell Y/N our secret and we can't risk that, dude.'

Allison looked at our brother from the mirror, smiling. 'Don't worry Klaus, she will be fine. I promise.'

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Klaus POV;

The car suddenly stopped moving, Allison and Diego unbuckled their seatbelts. Ben, who was squished to the side where my legs rested rolled his eyes. 'You could've saved me some space for me to sit.'

'You're a ghost, why does it matter?' I replied back to him, I didn't think that he'd cramp up while I laid down in the back. 'Besides, my legs were on your lap so you should be fine.'

'Who are you talking to?' Diego asked me as he watched me get out of the car.

'Nobody.'

Ben yelled, just like he always does whenever I claim that I talk to myself. He had to realize we were here for Y/N, Ben can have his moment to shine some other time.

Diego, Ben and I followed Allison into John's house. Y/N used to bring Allison and I here often to hang out with John, we knew where he hid his spare key.

'Let's split up and look for some clues. It's got to be in here somewhere.' Allison mumbled, walking upstairs.

'Psst, Klaus!' Diego pointed behind him, 'You want to partner up? Maybe if we do it together it'll be faster.'

'Why are you whispering? The man isn't even here.' I chuckled at my brother, 'I think working together would take more time.'

Diego hissed, 'Fine! Be that way and go with your imaginary friend.'

'Why are you so upset? You really love me, don't you Diego?'

He pulled out his knife, looking at me intensely without saying any word. I knew Diego was sensitive but I didn't think that would trigger him to throw a knife at my face.

'I'm sorr-' before I was able to finish my apology, Diego struck his knife next to my head, hearing a loud groan from behind.

'Allison! I got him!' Diego shouted as he quickly got up and ran past me. I turned around and saw John lying on the ground, holding his shoulder in pain.

'What are you crazy fuckers doing here.' John winched.

Diego pulled the knife out of him, wiping the blood off with John's shirt before he put it back on his harness. 'Given the circumstances, I do not appreciate your tone dude.'

'See, I knew you Hargreeves were crazy. I don't know how I put up with you and your sister for nearly two years.'

'Now that's when you stop talking.' Diego stuck his finger into his knife wound, making John scream louder than he was before. 'I'm telling you, shut the fuck up before we do more harm.'

'Okay, okay!' John yelled, still grabbing onto his shoulder. All I could think about was how infected his shoulder was going to be after all this mess.

As I stared at John's wound, I went back to thinking about my poor sister. 'Why did you break up with Y/N?'

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Y/N’s POV;

'Rock, paper, scissors, shoot.' Luther and Vanya said in sync. They have been at it for about an hour now, I've never seen two human beings intrigued in this boring game before.

Five just stared at them with an angry face like always, all he has been doing was mumbling to himself and complaining about something I couldn't hear from here.

'What are you guys doing exactly?' I questioned my brothers and sister that has been in the living room with me for over an hour doing nothing.

At first it was odd that they were sitting with me, quiet and not saying a word but I didn't question anything. Now it was weird of them to be here as if they were keeping an eye on me.

'Just keeping you company.' Luther grinned, 'Do you need anything?'

'No, thanks.' I gave him a soft smile, asking an additional question. 'Did Allison say anything to you guys?'

I was in such an emotional state, I blurted the end of my relationship to Allison without thinking of anything. What happened between me and John was over, clearly over and if he wanted that I couldn't say no.

Knowing how overprotective Allison can get of me, I was worried what trouble she got herself into. I hoped she wasn't doing what I thought she might be doing.

'Nope, nothing.' Five, Luther and Vanya all said in the same tone.

'Y/N!' I heard Klaus screaming from the front door, rushing inside to come see me. 'He's a fucking dickhead!'

'Who?' I asked Klaus as he was trying to catch a breath, leaning into the couch to rest.

'Your fucking boyfriend, that's who.' Diego walked in right behind Klaus, anger flushed all over his face.

Allison rolled her eyes, hitting Diego's shoulder while standing next to him. 'You don't have to say it like that, geez.'

'What did you guys find at his house?' Luther asked.

'At his hou-' I looked at the three of them, confused. 'What did you guys do?'

'While Vanya, Luther and I were here distracting you Klaus, Allison and Diego went to John's house to find clues as to why he broke up with you.' Five summarized, with a big smirk on his face.

My eye shifted towards Allison, slowly shaking my head. 'You know how I feel about this.'

'Hear me out, okay? He-'

Diego cut Allison off, 'He had a ultrasound picture in his hand Y/N. John is a fucking asshole and I was so close to punchin-'

'He what?' Luther yelled, immediately standing up and towering over everybody. 'Where is he right now?'

'Laying down on his living room floor because Diego threw a knife through his shoulder.' Klaus added.

'Y/N, I'm so sorry okay? But I had to go see for myself and you being sad is the last thing I want to see.' Allison took a step closer to me. 'You we're blaming yourself about this breakup and I didn't want you to do that. That's why I went.'

There were no words left to say; I felt angry, sad, disappointed that my boyfriend of almost two years had a different girl the whole time. John was even about to have a family with some other woman.

I clenched my first as I thought about John, the more flashbacks I had of our "happy times" the angrier I got.

My siblings started to notice the change of my expressions. Klaus' eyes widened, 'Are you okay Y/N?'

'Come on guys, let's go get him.' I took my jacket from the couch, quickly putting them on as I walked towards the front door. All my siblings started to cheer as they walked next to me, Diego and Klaus hugging me from each side.

'Let's get this son of a bitch!' Diego screamed with his fist in the air.

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youwerenevermeanttofeelalone · 4 years

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Bewitched | Damian Wayne

✦ pairing — older!Damian Wayne x Plus Size Reader

✦ word count — 2.8k

✦ request — can I request a older!Damian wayne×reader where they have feelings for each other but are really stubborn and then while they're on a mission the reader almost gets shot and then confess to one another

✦ warnings — light angst, reader and Damian are hostile towards each other until they’re not, poorly channeled feelings, everyone else is tired™︎, mentions of violence, fluff

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Whoever decided you deserved to be punished with Damian Wayne’s presence must’ve hated you. Probably Tim, he had been the one who gave the leadership of the team to Damian. A sweet gesture between brothers that damned your existence.

You supposed he had been happy, Damian had looked pleased with himself, standing tall with an annoyingly smug look in his face as he spoke to his brother mere meters away from you and the team. Thankfully, he ignored you for the first week until he had to give you orders for a mission.

You had been miserable throughout it all, he made you feel so much disgust you felt you would throw up at any given moment. Not even Wally got the reaction you had, it was too visceral — surely no one hated Damian Wayne and his perfect hair more than you.

Your stomach flipped, just as you thought about it he ventured into the room. You glared at him, and he naturally glared back with an intensity that would’ve intimidated anyone who hadn’t heard him complain about petty things. At least he hated you too. With a scoff, Damian fixed his scarf —the green one that only made his eyes pop— and followed the path toward the elevator.

“Ten bucks you chicken out.” Wally’s voice snapped you out of your fixation on the spot Damian had been glaring at you from. Dragging your eyes to the side where the ginger was standing, you tilted your head in confusion.

Gar chortled, “Just ask Robin out and take us out of our misery.”

Unbelievable! They really thought you could ever grow to even tolerate the brat. “I’d rather shoot myself, thank you very much.”

Just because Rachel and Garfield’s relationship worked, it didn’t mean everyone in the team liked each other. And honestly, Gar was either blind or too optimistic to see Damian and you would kill each other if you were left alone in the same room. Wally would’ve probably liked that.

Wally and Gar shared a look. They did that a lot whenever you interacted with Damian — sometimes it wasn’t an interaction what triggered it, you could ask if Robin would stay at The Tower and they would do it; you could say something about how dumb his hood was and they would do it; you could avoid the gym when he was there and they would do it.

Ignoring them, you announced you would go take a walk to shake off the stress Robin gave you.

“You’re acting like a child,” Wally told you, shaking his head.

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Damian was in a horrendous mood. He was being a brat, there was no doubt, but he couldn’t care less.

Titus tried to get his attention, whining and wagging his tail. Damian patted the hound’s head and went back to the book he had been reading. He couldn’t even focus properly, his mind was still reeling out of frustration.

He had come to tolerate Tim a long time ago, Damian now fully saw him as a brother. But Tim seemingly lived to torment him, there was no other explanation as to why he thought it would be a good idea to have him in the same team as you.

He had earned his place as leader, but he didn’t want you around. His gut failed him sparingly, and this time it said he should stay away from you.

Testing you would have been a good idea, perhaps you had mystical powers he wasn’t aware of. That would explain the way his chest tightened when he saw you, you were bewitching him to have a heart attack.

Dropping the book, he patted Titus’ head again before leaving his bedroom. He ran downstairs with an impetuosity he hadn’t felt in months.

Jason’s grunts and the tapping against a keyboard echoed around the Batcave. Damian double checked to make sure no one else was there. Walking directly towards the youngest of his older brothers, he leaned his back against the desk as he stared at Tim.

“Drake, do you have a moment?”

Tim didn’t take his eyes off the screen, “What’s up, Dami?”

He would’ve sneered at the nickname a year ago. Now he ignored it. “Have you tested (L/N)?”

Jason and Tim sighed loudly, tired of hearing him go on and on about you. Everyone in the house avoided Damian whenever he came back from Titan Tower just because of that, it seemed like he was the only one who hadn’t realized what was really going on.

Indulging him, Tim stopped typing and turned to look at his little brother. “Tested her for what?”

“Hidden powers. I believe she is manipulating everyone in the team.”

Tim pursed his lips, humming. It was getting harder and harder not to laugh at Damian’s theories and demeanor. God, if only Dick wasn’t busy! It would’ve been hilarious.

Jason couldn’t help himself, however. Standing from his planking position on the mat, he popped a water bottle open. Bringing it to his lips, he commented, “Maybe it’s time you ask her out.”

“That implies I don’t despise her which is a severely wrong misunderstanding of my character,” Damian stated pridefully.

Leaving the chair to stretch, Tim placed a hand on Damian’s shoulder. “You’ll learn to like her.”

“I’d rather stab myself and suffer an agonizing death.”

Jason caught the faltering tone in Damian’s voice but decided to keep it to himself. “You’re being childish, demon spawn.”

He opened his mouth to defend himself but was interrupted by Alfred who announced it was time for them to get ready for patrol.

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Rachel insisted that it wasn’t hatred what you were feeling. Listening to her might have been wise, but it would mean entertaining the idea that you found Damian attractive. You couldn’t, it didn’t sound real.

You had said “he’s just not ugly” and tried to move on, but no one believed you.

It didn’t matter because you believed it to be true. You had faith in what you were thinking and feeling. The only thing you felt towards him was repulsión and it was mutual, he had been clear the week prior.

The team had tried to prevent you two from fighting, keeping you out of his way. Aware of the reason behind their tiptoeing, you stormed out and confronted him.

His words had affected you a little bit, you couldn’t deny that, but that was only because you had been accused of doing things you weren’t capable of.

You said things you had never imagined uttering to another living being. You had never been a hateful person, but Damian made you react aggressively 100% of the time. He hadn’t been different, you had never heard him say such things — not even when he faced Deathstroke.

The yelling got to the point where Dick, Kory, and Tim were summoned by Victor who didn’t have time to put up with more fights. After complaining about how sloppy you were and how better the team would be without you, Damian had stormed out on the four of you.

Dick and Tim had been unfazed, clearly used to the bratty behavior. You excused yourself and went directly to your bedroom. You didn’t see him until the next mission.

He regretted every time he had complained of a narrator using a variation of witnessing something in slow motion. He now understood exactly what the narrators meant, and he was doing so in the worst way possible.

Damian had never regretted many things, not since he started living with his father at least, but now he could think of multiple comments and gestures.

He needed to calm down. You were okay, everything was fine — you were capable of taking care of yourself, he didn’t have to worry. You hadn’t even been harmed, but he couldn’t shake the image of that bullet missing you by millimeters.

What would have he done if you were shot? It would’ve been his fault for not giving you the proper orders, for thinking you would eventually quit being part of the team and free him of the oppression in his chest and the lightheadedness.

Turning the lights of his bedroom off, he closed the door. The other wooden doors were closed too, Garfield usually slept for an entire day after missions so Damian imagined everyone was trying to be as silent as possible.

Well, your bedroom door was ajar. You were finishing folding the laundry you had left undone before the mission. Damian knocked out of politeness. “Busy?”

“I’ll have the mission report ready in an hour,” you told him, not bothering to grant him your attention. The only reason you were giving him explanations was that he was your team leader. “I just need to make a phone call.”

“Boyfriend needs to know where you are?” His tone was harsher than he intended. Damian hated the way you couldn’t even grace him with a glare now.

You folded the pastel yellow t-shirt on your lap carefully. “Sister, actually.”

“Oh? I wasn’t aware that you had siblings.” You hummed. Damian blurted, “Does that mean you don’t have a boyfriend?”

The insistence made you lift your head to stare at him. He could’ve been mocking you and you wouldn’t have been aware. But he wasn’t, his eyes were dancing over your face in expectancy of an answer.

“I don’t.”

“That’s good.”

Planting a foot on the floor, you shrugged. As you split the stacks of clothes to carry them with more ease, you asked, “Is there anything I can help you with?”

God, there were many things; the fact that you had asked was a win on itself. Damian walked into the bedroom, curiously analyzing the bookshelf. He had only been there once, when he was given a tour of the tower — remembering the unnecessarily mean comment he made about the color of the walls, he winced.

The color was fine, but he had hated the way his heart raced when you opened the door and greeted Tim and him. You had been so polite he didn’t recognize you the first time you rolled your eyes at him. He couldn’t blame you for disliking him, he just wished it was different, that you were in the same position he was and with the same worries that had caused him many sleepless nights.

He opened your closet to then take a stack of clothes from the bed. He liked the way you arranged them, it reminded him of the way his mother used to.

“Leave that, I can do it.”

Shaking his head, Damian silently picked another stack of clothes and like he had done before, stored it in your closet. “You should rest.”

He was scaring you now. Since when did he care about your wellbeing? And since when weren’t you healthy enough to do chores?

“I’m not tired.”

“You were almost shot at.”

Oh, that. You had assumed no one had been paying attention, you didn’t even blame them for that when the battle had been so intense.

“Well, you were almost stabbed but I’m not saying anything.”

“You technically are.”

“Don’t be a smartass.”

Damian made a pause. “What if I had been stabbed?” You looked up at him, so innocently confused he had to fight the urge of cupping your full cheeks. “What would you have done?”

Such a great question. Rachel’s voice echoed in your mind — she had been right. She was always right, actually, and you didn’t like it in this instance.

“Does it matter?”

“Sadly.”

“I don’t know,” you confessed. “What I said last week… I didn’t mean it.”

“I know.”

“How come?”

“I didn’t mean anything of what I said either.” He sat on the edge of the bed. Avoiding your eyes, he continued, “I wish— no, that would be a lie too… this isn’t how these things are supposed to go.”

Unsure as to what to say, you decided to remain silent. Only he knew what he wanted to express.

“I don’t want you to leave, and I don’t want you to get hurt.”

You were more baffled now. “Is there a but?”

“No. I’m afraid there are things I do actually want you to do, though.”

“The report?”

He giggled. Damian Wayne giggled because of something you said. You had never heard a sound that compared with it, there was no point in trying to find something as adorable as a brooding giant giggling because of your perplexed questions.

That was until he said, “I want you to like me. I want you to trust me like you trust West and to talk to me… I want you to tell me about your life, all the things you like and hate.” He let out a scoff, “I know it’s asking too much, but I want you to…”

It shouldn’t have taken him being about to watch you get hurt to realize it. Then again, he wasn’t an expert in emotions. Damian dominated languages, he could talk his way out of almost any situation, he was an expert in many sciences, but emotions had never been his forte.

Emotions were weaknesses where he came from. He wasn’t the child scared of his mother catching him crying out of pain due to a broken arm anymore, but that child still lived inside him. Said child had morphed into a young adult scared of his own self catching him falling in love with the person he least expected.

His fear had come true, and running away from it wouldn’t only be useless but stupid.

Playing with his fingers, he stated, “I want you. That’s it.”

“Me too.” You put your hand on top of both of his.

Damian stared down at your hand for a moment, then turned to look at you. He needed you to be sure of what you were saying, he wouldn’t hold it against you if you couldn’t see past his awful behavior toward you.

You squeezed his fingers. “I mean it.”

Twisting his hand, he pressed his palm on yours. Wiggling his fingers as he intertwined them with yours, thumb brushing the back of your hand, he asked, “Is that okay?”

“More than okay,” you assured, making him grin.

You felt your stomach twist at his gesture. This time you didn’t find the sensation uncomfortable — on the contrary, it was a relief to finally understand it had never meant disgust. Your pride hated it, your mental health was thankful.

Your head drifted closer to his shoulder. The soft material of his sweatshirt invited you to rest it there, and Damian was delighted when you finally did it. He stayed still for a lingering moment, questioning whether he should do it or not — eventually he caved in and kissed the top of your head.

Craning your neck to look at him, now with your cheek pressed on his shoulder, you smiled at him. His eyes lit up as he smiled back, green orbs deviating to your lips.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Kissing you,” he answered truthfully.

Breathing out a small laugh, you said, “do it, then.”

He slowly dropped his lips onto yours, brushing them tentatively at first. You slid your hand off his as you kissed him back, placing it on his other shoulder as you lifted your head without breaking the kiss.

Damian’s arm wrapped around your plump waist, holding your face with his free hand while deepening the kiss. Trailing your hand up to his neck, your thumb traced his jaw while your lips sucked on his bottom lip.

“I still have to call my sister,” you reminded him as he pulled you closer.

Humming, Damian tightened his arm around you to bring you flush against him so you would straddle his lap. “I’m not stopping you, angel. I’m sure you can multitask.”

And so you called home, with an arm around Damian’s neck as your fingers played with his hair and he buried his face in your neck.

The next morning the kitchen was almost empty when you were ready for the day, only Rachel was there already which was how it usually went.

Eventually, the kitchen and therefore the dining room filled. The only one missing was Garfield, but you were used to that after missions. The chatter progressed as it did on a daily basis — Rachel mostly kept to herself unless she had something to say, Victor told Wally to stop talking with his mouth full of food, and Wally disobeyed Victor.

“Good morning.” Damian greeted the team, walking toward the cupboard to retrieve a mug.

Your teammates mumbled greetings. The clattering of silverware against ceramic got louder as they hurried their meal in case Damian and you decided it was a good time to fight.

A warm hand was placed on your hip. You carefully turned around, placing a hot mug in his free hand. “Green with a teaspoon of brown sugar.”

He kissed your forehead, lips still caressing your temple as he spoke, “thank you, beloved.”

Wally’s shocked screech woke Garfield up from his deep slumber two floors up.

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itsleah728 · 3 years

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Thank you for the request: @Savannahhead4 (on Wattpad)

A/N: I kind of added more details then you exactly requested but I couldn't help myself 😂 I hope you enjoy non the less. Also just a note that this story jumps around a bit (not much though it's still easy to follow)

!!!!!!!!!WARNING: THE FOLLOWING STORY HAS SOME MAJOR GORE, MURDER, AND DARK THOUGHTS ARE MENTIONED QUITE A BIT!!!!!!!!

NO ONES POV

It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair how you died and he lived. How he had to watch you suffer before the former Count finally ended your life. He had to witness you being brutally tortured. He watched as you were stabbed over and over and over again. Your limbs were torn to shreds and your guts were spilled. He will never forget the petrified look in your eyes when you could no longer breathe air due to the un human amounts of blood rising in your throat. His own throat still feels sore from the screams he let out, just trying to get to you. He failed you. He failed at protecting you, you were dead because of him. Your disheveled body and your flowing blood is forever embedded into his mind. He can't help but cry whenever he remembers detail for detail what happened to your poor soul on that dreadful day.

FLASHBACK

READERS POV (2nd person)

All was well, you and Muriel were wandering my through the woods taking a break from it all. It was a nice day with a cool breeze. You're hands were connected which made you feel special considering Muriels hatred for human contact. You both idly chat for a while until you both hear rustling in the bushes. You, being curious as ever decide to check it out.

You sneak over to the bush and at first see nothing until a gold arm darts out of the bush and pulls you forwards. You stumble from the force of the pull but quickly gather your bearings. You let out a startled cry when you see Lucio standing in front of you with the most murderous gaze you have ever seen. Your cry must have alerted Muriel because he is suddenly by your side once more looking at Lucio with hatred and confusion. "What is the meaning on this Lucio?!" You can't help but ask the Count. Lucio starts pacing and rambling "it's nothing personal MC but I have plans, big plans and you my friend will simply get in the way. Therefore I have no choice but to get rid of you." "Excuse me" Muriel finally decides to speak up as he quickly stands taller. Lucio doesn't respond he only lunges towards Muriel and quickly stabs his clawed fingers into his leg. He lets out a small yelp and collapses to the ground.

You know Muriel will no longer be helpful in this fight so with all of your strength you summon up as much magic as you possibly can. Lucio tsks and states "this, this is exactly why you can't be around.... it's your horrible magic." "Enough with the chat Lucio let's get this over with." "Yes dear let's" is all Lucio states before a sword is through your stomach. Everything that happens afterwards is a blur. You feel pain in your stomach and you think you've been stabbed more than once. The pain is unimaginable, you feel the blood forming in your throat. You think you can hear Muriel cry out for you but you quickly pass out from the pain. Everything hurts until you feel nothing at all.

PRESENT TIME

MURIELS POV (1st person)

That had been weeks ago, Asra had a funeral but no one knows what truly happened that day. Lucio decided to spill lies and tell everyone that you simply were attack by a bear..... what bear could do such unspeakable things. I can feel the pain and anger slowly eating at my soul. I know you wouldn't want me to get revenge but it is impossible not to. Any man would go insane seeing what I saw. I decided that Lucio would do this to no other person again and so I prepared, I prepared to kill the Count.

SMALL TIME SKIP

Days have past since I first decided that getting revenge was the way to go. Even in the short time span my mind has gotten darker with images of what I could do to the Count. Images of me brutally murdering him the same way he did to you. I could no longer take these thoughts so I decided that tonight is when my plan would take action. Asra doesn't know of my plan but that doesn't matter anymore, the only thing that matters is revenge.

SMALL TIME SKIP

Night has fallen and I make my way to the castle. Sneaking in should be simple, I'm used to staying in the shadows anyways. I approach the castle gates and see two guards standing post. 'Thought this would be harder' I think as I sneak around behind the unsuspecting men.

When I reach behind one of the guards I quickly slit his throat and move to the next before he can call for back up. I quickly take care of both men and continue my way into the castle.

The castle has little to no guards which makes my way to Lucio much easier than expected but of course the simple ness never lasts. When I reach Lucio's chambers I see around 5 guards stationed outside. 'He must have knew I'd want revenge.' Thankfully this is no setback for me. 'I think the Count had forgotten about my gladiator past that he himself had put me through' I muse to myself. I ready myself to attack and quietly dash from out of the shadows. Two men quickly spot me and are taken down just as fast. One other brave soul decides sneaking up on me will be the best approach, only for him to end up with a bashed in brain. The last two guards try teaming up together. One flanks right and the other flanks left. I can see the man on the right is slower than the one on the left. With this in mind I quickly stab the man on the left and then the one on the right. Both men fall to the ground in pathetic heaps, the sobbing only fueling me more. With no more guards in my way I open the door to the Counts chambers.

The room is dark with only a pale dim light coming from the moon. Surprisingly the Count had not woken up from the cries of anguish occurring outside his door. I make my way over to the unsuspecting man and lay my large palm over his mouth. His eyes shoot open and he starts to struggle. Lucio finally sets his eyes upon me and they widen almost comically. He starts to squirm again when I lower my head to his ear and manically state "you killed my one true love and now you will pay."

Before Lucio can even protest I swing my blade into his stomach. The sound it makes is like music to my ears. Blood instantly pouring from the wound. I drag the blade through his stomach and quickly pull it out. He tries to run away but the gaping hole in his stomach is making the task quite difficult. I drag the blade from his forehead to his eye creating a small cut. "The fun hasn't even begun my friend" I state before plunging the blade anywhere I can get my hands on.

SMALL TIME SKIP

Blood. Blood everyone and it is the greatest thing I have ever witnessed. Your screams are replaced by his. Sorrow replaced by freedom. Which can only mean that you can finally Rest In Peace.

A/N: I'm not a psycho I swear 😂 no but honestly this story ended up way more gory tha

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sleepyimpala · 4 years

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FANDOM: knives out. PAIRING: jacob thrombey x reader. GENRE: angst. WARNINGS: mentions of suicide. REQUESTED: yes. FROM MY OLD BLOG: phenomenally-thrombey. REQUESTS FOR KNIVES OUT ARE CLOSED.

For @taradenbrough12 who asked, I’m really fine with any idea. Can it be in Jacob’s house please?

A/N: So I’ve been procrastinating a LOT. I’m really sorry about that, but I hope you like it!!!

You were a distant family friend of the Thrombeys.

Your family, the L/Ns, were helping Jacob’s parents, Walt and Donna out with a case about the publishing company.

You’d asked your mom to bring you along because the last time you and Jacob were together you had the best time in the world.

However, ever since the two of you got older, you seemed to grow apart.

A few years ago you moved house and got other friends but now you were back, and you were overjoyed to be moving into your old house.

Little did you know that Jacob, unlike you, had changed very much.

Of course, Jacob’s cousin, Meg, had warned you of this, phoning you and saying she was happy you were back, but also that Jacob was now an alt-right troll and dipshit, sorry to disappoint yourself.

You highly doubted her, going to the Thrombey’s house in high spirits, the day before Harlan Thrombey’s birthday party, something which your family were invited to.

Today, however, he completely ignored you. All he did was scroll through his phone.

The only time he spoke to you was when he was forced to greet you by his parents.

Then he retreated to the fireplace.

Even when he hugged you forcefully it was different, as if he’s forgotten everything the two of you did together when you were kids.

He’d pushed you away from him so stiffly you were going to cry.

Apparently, his parents and your parents thought that nothing had changed.

Of course they didn’t, whenever your families were together they always spoke about some money related thing or something heartless like the government.

You were forced to get along. And you did. You were the best of friends.

But now, it was like you were invisible.

It was like losing contact with each other had created some sort of wall between the two of you - an iron wall which couldn’t be broken.

Your eyes dart to Jacob, near the fire place from your seat on the couch.

He didn’t even notice you, or bother to look up from his phone.

Your heart drops all the way down to your stomach in dismay.

You needed answers.

You missed him. The old him.

The Jacob that would read books with you and debate things and laugh when you fell down but always help you up but demand the two of you have matching sweaters each Christmas from Great Nana Thrombey.

The Jacob that cared for you and asked if you were ok when others didn’t and heard what you had to say.

The boy who knew all of your dark secrets and you knew all of his - yet he’d never tell a soul. Now, you weren’t so sure.

Where did that Jacob go?

You get up, not realising that you’d started crying, or that he was suddenly watching you, eyeing your every movement carefully, his eyebrows raised in - is that concern?

“Mom?” You say in a meek voice.

Your mother turns to look at you for a brief session as Walt and your dad talk about the publishing company.

“Yes, darling?” It was a brisk tone.

“Why is he so - why is he so different? Does he hate me? Did I do something wrong?”

“Why does who hate you, Y/N? Who’s so different? You didn’t do anything wrong,” she was distracted.

“Nothing. It’s OK,” you sigh softly and look down at the shiny polished floor.

You and Jacob were best friends… once.

You go and sit back down. Jacob hadn’t even glanced up from the device at all.

As you do, about to cry, shaking, your phone buzzes.

It was Meg.

MEG 🖤: u at the house yet?

Y/N: yeah. i didn’t think it was so -

MEG 🖤: ha! so bad? i TOLD you he was a dipshit, N/N.

Y/N: but i didn’t think it would be so bad! does he hate me?

MEG 🖤: nah, he’s just a dick. It probably comes with puberty. You’ll get over it.

Y/N: i don’t think so. i have to go. bye.

MEG 🖤: bye, good luck xo

You blink harshly and shut your phone off without bothering to close the app.

You look at him hopefully again. You wanted to scream at him.

Why would he leave you confused after do many years? You were happy to be back.

Really happy. But now you just wanted to go hime.

You totally regretted bothering to have any sort of idea or thought that he would even CARE about your absence and sudden return.

You get up, this time trembling, darting your eyes a third time to his posture.

He ignored you a third time.

That was it - that was all it took for you to break.

You had no idea what you did to him that he would suddenly hate your guts - why couldn’t things be the same again?

“I’m - I’m going to the bathroom,” you announce in a shaky voice. “It’s down the hall, right?”

It wasn’t down the hall. You just needed to get out.

The adults didn’t even turn around.

You walk quickly, holding your head high, your whole body trembling as you clench your fists tightly, the nails digging into your palms thickly.

Deep enough to leave red marks.

Once you believe you’re out of earshot, you sob, choking back tears as a hand reaches to the door knob.

You just wanted to disappear.

That’s what you were afraid you were going to do, without him. Disappear.

Already, after you moved and lost contact, You entered a state of depression.

Sometimes it got so bad you wanted to hurt yourself but you didn’t.

Jacob, just his name, just the thought of him, kept you alive.

The feeling of his body and skin and the comforting sound of his voice kept you sane.

But now there was no reason to -

“Whatever you’re going to do, stop it.”

Your head whirls around. Angrily, you snap at him.

“Why should I listen to you? You’ve completely ignored me the entire day!”

Tears threaten at your eyes.

He blinks, flinching, his phone suddenly in his pocket.

He makes a swift move toward your clenched fist with his hand, you want to scream at him.

“FIRST YOU IGNORE ME AND NOW YOU WANT TO SAVE MY LIFE?! GET A GRIP, JACOB! WHY WOULD I - ”

“S - save - save your - ” he murmurs, his eyes suddenly a dangerous, dark firery black. “What?! Don’t you fucking DARE.”

“Cottoned on, have you?” You spit.

“Y/N, wait - ”

“ASSHOLE! You rejected me the entire day! You fucking asshole! You - you pushed me away when I tried to hug you - don’t deny it!”

He’s about to stutter something else out at you but you interrupt him quickly.

“You built a wall, Jacob! You put a fucking wall between us and suddenly you’re going to be protective and debate with me the stupid reasons why I shouldn’t kill myself? FUCK OFF!”

“Stop. Stop. You’re making this harder than it already is. Just - please - ”

He’s begging you now.

“I’M NOT LISTENING TO A SINGLE WORD THAT COMES OUT OF YOUR GOOD-FOR-NOTHING MOUTH BECAUSE YOU’VE BEEN A TOTAL AND COMPLETE DICK TO ME, JACOB! YOU’VE BEEN A DICK! I MOVE BACK THINKING YOU’LL BE HAPPY BUT ALL YOU DO IS MAKE ME FEEL LIKE SHIT! YOU’RE A DICK! YOU’RE A DICK, JACOB THROMBEY! YOU’RE A FUCKING DICK!”

Now the tears fell. You don’t bother to hide them.

He stiffens. He reaches over but stops himself and you shake him off violently.

“I don’t know why you hate me,” you say quietly. “I don’t know what I did. I’m sorry if it was because I moved, I- it wasnt my choice! Do you think I wanted to move?! Did you REALLY think I WANTED to leave you?!”

“Don’t be retarded,” he hisses. You blink and roll your eyes.

“You can’t stop me from killing - ”

“Yes I can.”

“No you can’t! You can’t, Jacob! Nothing you say will change ANYTHING that I’m going to do right now! Nothing!”

“Yes it will.”

“No it WON’T! Shut up! Just shut UP! You ignored me earlier today so why can’t you ignore me now and let me go on my MERRY FUCKING WAY?!”

“I’ll tell you why,” he says dangerously, his hand grabbing my arm. “If you just listen to me for once in your fucking life.”

“LET GO OF ME, ASSHOLE!”

“You’re not going to do it,” he says calmly, his voice so commanding it made you want to retreat.

“Oh yeah? Give me your WORST.”

“I’ll give you my best,” he says smugly, cocking his head.

“I fucking HATE that STUPID smug smirk,” you hiss.

“You used to like it,” he comments, smirking again.

“JUST SHUT UP!”

“Here’s why you’re not going to kill yourself,” he used the same calm tone which pissed you off to no end.

You spit at him and he flinches.

“I’m really not going to listen to you. I don’t see why I should - ”

“You should,” he starts confidently. “Because I’m about to do this,”

His lips collide with yours. A muffled angry gasp comes put of your mouth but all he does is give another cocky smirk.

Your eyes widen with hatred and loathing. That was one thing you didn’t see coming.

The kiss.

“I hate you,” you mutter. “I really fucking HATE you.”

He doesn’t give you time to breathe, sealing your lips with his once more.

This time it’s more passionate and less rushed. His arms are around your neck, he’s got you pressed tightly into the wall.

You can’t help but tangle your hands in his hair. He smirks again.

Finally he pulls apart.

“So?” He cocks his head. “Was I worth listening to in the end?”

“It still doesn’t explain why you were a dick,” you snap. He groans loudly. “But yeah, I guess.” You add.

“Look, I’m sorry about that, OK? I didn’t mean to. And I did pay attention to you. I was watching you. I saw it coming,”

“You’re a fucking creep, Jacob,” you mutter. “A Nazi and a fucking creep,”

“Maybe,”

“But you’re my creep,”

“That’s true. And you’re mine, and I promise I won’t hurt you any more,”

“Shut up, I know you’re not good at sentimental stuff.”

“You’re right.”

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tomthesoftie · 4 years

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I love Mob! Tom too much. and I would like to see Reader and Tom as a couple but Tom doesn't know anything about Reader's past because she has lost her memory. and as they are a couple, Reader is Tom's weak point so his enemies try to capture her but she has reflexes to defend herself from before she loses her memory because she was a contract killer, if that's ok with you

at peace

a/n: this was hella darker than i planned, as well as longer... so i didn’t make this fluffy at all, it’s just straight up angst, heavy angst,,, also i wrote this at like 2-4 am so sorry if it gets kind of confusing, i’ll reread it tomorrow... enjoy xx

warnings: heavy angst, wiped memory, major character death, sacrifice

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You walked into the dark room, senses heightened. A pulsing ringed in your ears as you looked around.

“Hello?” You said, hand gripping on your gun. The sound of someone running didn’t go by you. You snapped your head in the direction it came from. “Who’s there?” Your gun was out of its holster, pointing into the darkness. “Show yourself.”

A figure tried to grab you but you easily dodged their attempt. You punched your target in the gut, causing them to keel over. In their vulnerability, you grabbed their arm and twisted it behind their back. They groaned in pain as you dug your gun into their temple.

“Who do you work for? What was your plan?” You asked, adding more pressure on the gun with each question.

The man grunted and struggled in your grip. He didn’t reply, only kept yelping and mumbling “bitch” or “motherfucker.”

“Answer me!”

“This is our plan,” a deep voice roared behind you.

Then, everything went black.

You shot up in the bed, breath heaving. Sweat was dripping down your forehead. You looked around, but you were still in Tom’s room, snuggled in the blankets of his bed. The space beside you was empty but a dent lingered on the mattress where Tom slept. He had already gone to his office, like always.

What was that dream you just had? Why was it so familiar? And why did it feel so real?

You shrugged off the dream, knowing it couldn’t’ve been real. You haven’t the skill to fight that you had whilst attacking the stranger. You assumed it came from dating Tom and watching action movies.

You walked out of the mobster’s mansion, into the garden in the backyard. You walked through the vibrant flowers, feeding them with freshwater you’d gotten from the kitchen. Birds chirped happily around you, singing you a welcoming morning song. They’d practically became your friends. You felt like Cinderella, excluding all the labor and step family, whenever you came to the garden.

You’ve had nothing to do since Tom restricted you from leaving the property. He’d told you someone was coming for you, saying that you were his biggest weakness. He even told you to cut off all communications with friends and family, keeping them off the radar. You couldn’t refuse, besides, you wouldn’t try to anyways.

You skipped and twirled on the dirt trail, humming a quiet tune. You basked in the sunlight and the butterflies fluttered around you. You were nearing the mansion once more. The butterflies and birds had gone away, leaving you in solitude.

There was silence. It was a familiar silence. Your senses heightened. You could feel that something was off. A deep voice softly spoke to another from behind you. You knew that voice from somewhere, you’ve heard it before. You gripped your metal watering can. Something about your grip felt routine.

You heard the grass rustle and you moved ahead. You knew that if you were closer to the house, you’d be able to get help faster.

Help. Where did all the mobster’s men go? You were the only one outside. There was definitely something wrong.

You felt the warmth a someone’s hand hovering over your shoulder. You gripped it, kicking them in the gut. You turned to see a tall man. Even bent over, he was still taller than you. A wave of fear washed over you, telling you to run but your body moved on its own. You continued to punch the man on the side of his head, hitting a specific point to knock him out. The sound of his head slamming onto the ground didn’t faze you as you prepared to attack the larger, scruffier looking man.

“A failure. Even with your memory wiped he can’t beat you,” the familiar voice said, appearing from the shadows.

The ringing of a gunshot filled your ears. You didn’t flinch or wince. You were still. Something took over you. Memories started flooding back into your mind, one by one. There were images of life before your memory had been taken. Everything fit together perfectly now. You hadn’t met Tom in a coffee shop. He saved you. He saved you from this man standing ahead of you now.

“What do you want from me?” You growled.

“Isn’t it obvious? I want you. More precisely, I want to kill you,” he said, pointing the gun at you.

“Was I hired to kill someone that you knew?”

“No, buttercup. You are precious. At least Mr. Tommy thinks you are,” he grinned at you sickly.

“But you wiped my memory before I even knew him,” you stated.

“I didn’t, but he did.”

“What?” You were confused. How did Tom know you before he saved you?

“He watched you everyday for every hour. He found your work inspiring and motivating. Let’s just say he fancied you from the very beginning.”

Without a word, you dashed towards the man, attacking him at every angle. He was able to predict every move and was left completely unharmed when you pulled away.

“Don’t just stand there! Fight back,” you shouted, furious.

He raised his gun, pointing it straight at you. This wasn’t anything new for you. You were trained for these situations.

Building up speed, you ran towards him, swerving so that he couldn’t shoot you. You jumped, climbing to his neck. Your legs wrapped around his neck and elbow knocked his head. He visibly loosened his grip on the gun, and you pounced at the opportunity.

You stood ahead of the man, safety off, finger ready to pull the trigger.

“I will do it,” you said, a fire burning in your eyes. “You took my memory, my passion away from me. I’m going to avenge myself,” you seethed. He fidgeted, “Hands where I can see them.” His hands shot right up. “I could kill you right now; take back what everything I’ve missed. This can be practice before I go back to the field.”

“Darling?” Your boyfriend’s voice penetrated your glowing red ears.

You didn’t reply. You were radiating with anger and hatred. You felt powerful, though. The fate of this man’s life was in your hands.

“Y/N/N,” Tom placed a hand on your shoulder, “I can do this.”

You shrugged off his hand, only seeing red. Your breathes were deeper, heaving your chest up and down. Your teeth grinding, you were itching to pull the trigger.

“You deserve to suffer,” you cackled.

The man’s expression was practically begging for you to let him go or make his death fast and painless.

“Y/N,” Tom spoke up again.

“No! He’s mine to get rid of,” you snapped.

“We need to interrogate him. He’ll give us the answers we need,” the mobster tried.

“What questions? All of them are answered. Aren’t they, Tom?” Your gaze switched to the brunette. “Or are you hiding something from me? Something important?”

The mobster’s men took the burly man captive, leaving you and Tom to sort out your business.

“What d’you mean hiding something from you? I told you the truth about everything.”

“I don’t remember meeting you at a coffee shop,” you glared at him.

“What? Of course we did. How else would I’ve met you? Your memory can’t be trusted, darling. You were wiped, remember?” A stern look rested on his face.

“Oh, how could I forget? But not to worry, it’s back now,” you sneered, “You stalked me?”

“Stalked isn’t the word I’d use, more so observed and protected,” he stated.

You laughed darkly, “I don’t need protecting. I’m a contracted killer, Tom. Get that in your head. Besides, you did a shit job of protecting me, or maybe this was your plan all along. You wanted to take me as your own, so you wiped my memory and told me we were in love.”

“I would never do that, darling. That’s completely absurd,” his brows furrowed, “now please, let’s go back home. We need to pay even closer attention to any intruders.”

You pointed the gun at him, “No. I don’t need your protection. Not anymore, at least.”

“I’d put that down if I were you,” he finally realized you weren’t the same old you anymore; he’d have to put up a fight no matter what.

“What are you gonna do? Shoot me,” you said innocently. You snorted, “Doubt it.”

“I will do it,” he said darkly, the love in his eyes gone.

“Who goes first?” You asked childishly. Before he could reply, you pipped, “Oh, I’ll do it.”

The loud banging of a gunshot rang louder than normal. Time seemed to slow. The birds chirped in a sad tune while the butterflies lined on the branches of your favorite tree. You smiled at them. They replied by gently flapping their wings. You reveled in the sense of peace. You laughed and laughed, remembering your shot, a feeling of victory coursing through your veins.

“Y/N, love!” Tom rushed to your side, clutching your body before it hit the ground. “You’ve gotta stay with me. Fuck, there’s too much blood.”

You smiled lazily at the boy, dropping the gun to the ground. You felt the blood warming your body. Your vision became hazier and everything around you seemed so serene.

“It’s alright, Tommy, no more weaknesses now,” you managed to whisper.

You were numb with love. Everything good in your life rushed into your mind. You felt lighter. Finally, you were freed from your everlasting torture. No one to kill, to run from, to weaken. The birds chirped their welcoming morning song, leading you into the whiteness. You silently thank them, eyes starting to flutter shut.

“I-I lo-love yo--”

Warm. Cold. Peace. Anger. Content. Sad. Two different worlds, two different emotional states. Maybe sacrifice is for the better.

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lordsicheng · 6 years

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Writing Prompt #76: Wooseok

Jung Wooseok x OC

#76: “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

word count: 1,373

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There were two things that definitely made you feel instantly annoyed whenever you get to school. One, the number of school work literally plopped on top of your desks before the day ended.

And two, Jung Wooseok.

He was that one person you’ve despised ever since you moved to your new school a year ago. Sure, it’s recent than most people who have had useless and childish foes for years, but something about him just got you riled up whenever he opened that mouth to speak, or even smaller like a yawn. So what made you start disliking this guy?

Well, it started when you randomly joined a club just to get extra credit for school, but you ran out of options and were only left with either cooking, which you knew you were really bad at, and public speaking.

You hated the thought of doing public speaking.

Wooseok was the then-Vice President of the “Public Peers Club”, an organization that consisted of students who loved joining debates, public speaking activities, and even public writing contests from within the school and out. You joined for the public writing contest then, since you weren’t so sure about the thought of memorization since you knew you sucked at it, but Wooseok decided to put you into one of the debates organized by the seniors. What was worse was that you weren’t even knowledgeable enough for the topic being discussed, which was about the role of politics with the ongoing academic crisis in the country’s educational system. Wooseok knew very well you weren’t someone to speak their minds thoroughly, but you didn’t have a choice.

What happened during the day of the event?

Let’s just say, your group lost.

Horribly.

“Thanks to you,” as Wooseok would remind you over and over. The fact that he had the guts to put you in a place where you knew you were much uneducated on made your feelings of annoyance and hatred towards him grow the more you saw him on campus and in class. You’d ignore him at times if he ever tried speaking to you, which happened quite a number of times before. You would feel bad, but your ongoing feelings of negativity towards him were a bit stronger.

Finally getting on board the bus that passed by the route to your school, you searched for a seat and found one, luckily, since it was usually full whenever you were on your way. Once you sat down, you immediately saw a tall, young man with the same uniform as you that stood nearby. You rolled your eyes the moment you realized it was indeed, Wooseok, minding his own business as he had his earphones on and was balanced enough for the bus to abruptly move and not make him fall over. You wished he did fall over, though, but that was just filled to your amusement.

Once the bus got to the bus stop near your school, you waited for Wooseok to move first before you could stand up. He walked out of the bus and you immediately dashed out after, taking a few steps back to not make yourself too visible from him. After standing just a few feet away, you slowly walked and followed his pace, not realizing you were already staring at his feet.

You didn’t notice he already turned and faced you, and your face was still looking down until you felt the top of your head hit on someone’s chest. You clicked your tongue, and closed your eyes before shaking your head, not able to raise it up to look at Wooseok who had a confused but amused smirk on his face whilst his hands were inside both of his pockets.

“Looks like someone’s following me.” he sighed, looking down at you

“I was following a bird.” you replied firmly, not even moving your head the least

“I don’t see a bird.” he chuckled, shaking his head

“It must’ve flown away, then.” you huffed and slowly raised your head, looking at him with furrowed brows as his face was still as smug as ever

“I don’t get why you’re so annoyed by my presence. Whenever I try to talk to you, you push me away as if I’m just dust.” Wooseok crossed his arms as he tilted his head, looking at you from head to toe

“Because of you, I embarrassed myself in front of hundreds of people.” you crossed your arms as well, retorting

“Well, if you only researched even a tiny bit about the topic, then you would’ve survived. Don’t you watch the news?” he said while slowly giving a frown

“I do. I just don’t care much about politics.” you replied hazily

“Same goes for, like, 60% of the whole class.”

“What’s your point? I just obviously don’t like you.” you said in almost a whine, making him erupt into a light chuckle

“Sure you do.” he turned and moved towards the gate, making you open your mouth in appall and continue walking towards the campus

Your squinting eyes wouldn’t leave the back of Wooseok’s head during class. You felt his cockiness just from the way he moved around his seat and spoke to his seatmates. It slightly made your blood boil, but you contained yourself and just ignored your thoughts of him.

“Okay, class. It’s speech day tomorrow, and I want all of you to join. I’ll group you all into two and you will choose a topic of your own. Wooseok, as the president of the speech organization in school, you get to choose who you want to partner up with.” your teacher smiled as he looked at Wooseok while leaning on his table

You sighed and chuckled, looking at the window next to you to try and ignore Wooseok

“Y/n.”

Everyone’s reactions were mixed as they looked at you, and you were confused as to why Wooseok would pair up with you in the first place. You looked at him and mouthed “what are you doing?!”, but he just gave off a shrug

“Wooseok, are you sure you want to partner up with y/n?”

“Sure as ever.” he smirked, looking at the teacher and then to you

Right after classes, you marched up to Wooseok as he started putting in his books in his bag. He already knew you were walking up to him, but you were so sure you wanted to speak with him firmly about what happened earlier.

“You think this is a joke, huh?” you crossed your arms and tapped your foot on the ground, but Wooseok just continued cleaning up his things

“I’m trying to help you.” he gave you a side eye and closed his bag, putting on the slings on his shoulders

“You’re not helping me. You’re only embarrassing me.” you almost yelled, but Wooseok kept calm

“Okay, fine. You choose the topic for the speech.” he said as he looked at you

“Okay.” you replied while in thought

You kept thinking, what could possibly make Wooseok rethink of a topic over and over and get a hard time of getting a git on, that you were confident in speaking yourself?

“Feminism.”

“Excuse me?” he raised a brow, crossing his arms right after

“You heard me. Feminism. Unless, you’re gonna chicken out on the event all because you can’t speak much of women?” you raised your brows, not backing down

“A little bit of research wouldn’t hurt for me. Wait, don’t you want to study on this together?” he asked, sounding unsure of himself

“Just think of the most iconic roles of females from the past decades, and I’ll do all the speaking. Unless… I leave you all alone to fend for yourself.” you gave a smug, alarming him almost

“Don’t do that. I swear, you have to help me on this.” Wooseok pleaded, and you just replied with a shrug

“We’ll see.” you walked away, humming and leaving him all alone as he stood and looked at you go out of the room

Only a couple of hours before the event at school, Wooseok waited for you inside the classroom. The other students were already on their way to the gymnasium, but you didn’t arrive in time for the morning ceremony and you felt like going a little bit later just to scare Wooseok.

Which, in fact, worked. He was getting nervous trying to review his researches and you knew this would agitate him. You were sure that you knew all the things you needed to speak about, since you were pretty educated on feminism. Wooseok, knew a bit of this topic, but he did not dive much into it. He was usually a fast learner, but for some reason with the mix of you being his partner, made him even more worried he might mess up. He came to a realization that you didn’t arrive school yet and were probably still asleep, so he decided to dial your number on his phone.

“Come on, y/n. Please pick up.” he mumbled after dialing your phone for the 5th time, making him even more anxious

“The subscriber cannot be reached. Please leave a message after the beep.”

“Damn it.” he groaned as soon as the voicemail started

“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

He said with a heavy sigh and put down the phone. What he didn’t know was that you were already by the doorway of the classroom and looked at him. You cleared your throat and Wooseok immediately faced the doorway to see you smirking and crossing your arms.

“Wow. Seriously?” he chuckled

“Nope. I left my phone and I woke up a little later. But just in time for the speech competition.” you said, seeing Wooseok walk up to you and smiling

“You ready to tear the building apart with our massive speech?” he grinned

“I just want to pass this subject and get it over with.” you rolled your eyes and walked to the direction of the gymnasium, Wooseok following you a while after and laughing to himself.

Finally, the speech event was over. Surprisingly, you and Wooseok won the first prize and went home with a trophy and a pretty big amount of money, funded by the school itself. Your classmates congratulated both of you for being able to bear with each other and pass, and you felt like Wooseok wasn’t such a bad guy after all.

You walked away and were about to leave the school building, until Wooseok walked up to you just as you were to grab the front door. You looked up and just gave him a smile in return

“So, uh. We won like… $50.” he said as he held the envelope, smiling

“Yeah. Keep it. I kind of want to get home.” you shrugged

“Already? Let’s buy some food with this. Come on.” he nudged you lightly on the shoulder, chuckling

“My treat?” he raised his brows in amusement, making you laugh lightly at his antics

“Fine.” you said before reaching out for the doorknob

“Ahem, ladies first.” he grabbed the doorknob first and opened the door for you, and you just shook your head as you walked out and he followed you after

“You know what, Wooseok? You’re not such a bad person after all.” you smiled as he walked next to you towards the campus gate

“So does this mean you like me and agree to go on a date with me?” he smirked, voice almost squeaking as a tease that made you slap his shoulder lightly

“Shut up. It doesn’t mean we’re friends, either.” you rolled your eyes again and slightly chuckling

“Sure we aren’t.” he teased again as you both kept walking, laughing in the end as you both started to properly get to know each other as time passed.

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minhyung127 · 6 years

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Enemies to Lovers! - Jeno

Request: Hi, I really love your posts they're honestly really great. I was wondering if you could make a Jeno post where you guys are enemies but the reason he is so cold is because he likes you. Kinda like the Johnny post but Jeno's only mean because he likes you. I hope this makes sense, anyway thanks!

A/n: I couldn’t really make Jeno that mean because sjfnsjfsjsks look at him!! He’s too nice lol

Word Count: 1,080

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This is probably the only other enemies to lovers scenario that I’ll do

just cause, as a personal preference, I don’t like writing the same type of scenario for multiple members

sorry about that

it’s just hard to come up with something different each time when the scenario is so similar

sorry!!

you always thought your life was pretty simple

all you ever did was go to school, hang out with friends, then go home

you practically did that every school day

and you never did anything bad to anyone to make them hate you

which is why you were so stumped on why Jeno could hate you

you did absolutely nothing to him

one day he was casually sitting in the desk next to you

then a month later he’s sitting across the room glaring at you

and sending off an angry vibe your way

you didn’t know what you could’ve possibly done to him

whenever he sat next to you, you always gave him a sweet smile

told him good morning

and occasionally asked him for help

you know the normal things you’d do to a classmate you talk to

but the more and more you guys talked

the more you felt a standoffish vibe coming from Jeno

he’d had an angry expression on his face

and would be completely mad out of nowhere

you didn’t know what could’ve made him so mad at such a short amount a time

I mean you could ask him for help on a question one second and the next he’s lead back on his chair all mad

well one day you asked him what was his problem

and why was he always mad at you for

he simply replied that it was nothing, then collected his stuff and went to sit across the room

and since he never gave you a clear answer it made you go mad at what you could’ve possibly done to him

you could also feel him staring at you from across the room sometimes

which you interpreted as him side glaring at you

but it wasn’t just at school that you had to deal with him

sometimes if you both ended up at the same place after school with your friends

he’d be quick to tell his friends that they needed to leave

knowing that you were reason why he left

it’s like he hates your guts for no reason

but there is a reason

Jeno had a major crush on you

so much so that he often freezes before saying what he wants to say

he’d try to say sometime cool to you but ends up chickening out last second

which made him mad at himself

‘How hard is it to talk to your crush?’ he’d often think

unfortunately though, you took his self anger as if he was angry at you

and Jeno being a stupid teenage boy he felt like he couldn’t just admit his feelings right then and there

so he moved across the room and you wouldn’t believe that he was mad at you

and that glaring you felt?

simply Jeno admiring you from a far

even though he messed up, he couldn’t shake off the crush he still has for you

and whenever you two end up at the same place after school

he would want to leave because he was embarrassed at how horribly he failed to talk to you

and his friends knew it

so they’d always leave with him

but you didn’t know any of that

and when you got stuck working on a project with Jeno

you were furious

but Jeno was scared

he was scared to mess up even more

so as you two sat down next to each other no one said a word

there was no discussion on what topic to pick, who does what, or who’d even start the PowerPoint

since neither of you two spoke up you two basically started on two different powerpoints

knowing that you two would get in trouble for handing in two different projects

you decided to step up and take the lead in the project

“We can’t have two different projects,” you began to say, “just show me what you have done and we can combine them.”

“or we can just use yours.” Jeno said, barely looking up from his computer screen

“I’m just trying to help.” You snapped

sighing Jeno realized he needed to fix this situation

“Look, come over to my place and we can work on it there.” Jeno said.

it wasn’t your ideal place to work on the project

but you felt like that was the only place where it could work out

so after school you both walked together over to his house

it was a quiet walk

but really relaxing

it was the the first time in a while that you two were around each other without that hatred

once you guys entered his house

you guys began working together on one project

but as you guys were toward the end of the project you decided to ask a question that you’ve been asking yourself for months

“Jeno, how come you hate me so much? Like what did I do to make you hate me?”

Jeno sighed and stopped working on the project

slowly turning on his chair to face you

“I never hated you y/n, I just hated myself.” Jeno said shyly

you were kinda confused at his statement

“what do you mean you never hated me? You always gave me a cold shoulder and you’re always glaring at me in class.”

“look I think you’re mistaken and it’s all my fault.”

“what do you mean?” You asked

that’s when Jeno told you everything

from how he was always flustered around you

to still having a crush on you

and you were left completely stunned

“look I know this is probably way too much right now, but I want to start over with you, if you want!” Jeno said

after thinking about it for a couple of seconds you accepted his offer

you really didn’t want Jeno as an enemy

so starting over was a good idea

but something that you didn’t plan on happening was that as soon as you guys became friends

you started to catch feelings for him

Jeno was a total sweetheart to you

something you wouldn’t have known if he hadn’t made it up to you

and he had the best smile

so a couple months later

once you confessed your feelings back to Jeno

he decided to ask you out

and you both were stunned at the complete turn around of your relationship

a couple months ago you were both angry at each other

and now you both were filled with love for each other.

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relaxedreptile · 6 years

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Fourth Period - Part Two

Pairing: Baekhyun X Female Reader

Sexual Content: protected sex. Swearing. Teacher!AU.

A/N: I apologize for how long this took me to write, my schedule has been packed and lately, the words aren’t flowing as freely as I would like them to.

I’m getting back in the groove, do not worry.

Also, I’m thinking of one more part after this one, what do you think?

Have a lovely week.

Part One Part Two Part Three

You weren’t sure how your parents would react to you clutching to Baekhyun for dear life on the back of his bike as you rolled into your neighborhood because that’s the opposite of how that went down.

No matter how scared you should’ve been with the air whipping past you on all sides with no protection whatsoever from the elements (minus the heavy helmet on your head that made it hard to keep your neck upright on top of your shoulders), your hands were barely ever touching Baekhyun’s waist. Instead, they were up in the air as you cheered whenever Baekhyun ended up on a main road and had to pick up his pace.

“You need to hold on!”

Your teacher’s exclamation soared into your ears and right into your brain, but you chose to ignore the command to continue relishing in the adrenaline pulsing through your body.

Baekhyun also seemed to ignore your rebellion (and apparent hard-of-hearing ears) and found himself smiling. He enjoyed seeing you so happy.

All because of him.

Your mood instantly plummeted once Baekhyun turned into your street, you didn’t want this adventure to end. You begged Baekhyun to take multiple detours along the way in order to prolong the trip, but he had silently refused with each correct change of direction.

“Are you sure we can’t go for another ride? How about I drive this time, yeah?” “No, no way, Y/N,” Baekhyun put his hands up, “Even if you had a license to drive a motorcycle, it wouldn’t be this one.” “What, you care more about the bike than me?” You were pushing it. Baekhyun cocked his head at you, unsure of how to go about answering your question.

In order to prevent an awkward silence, you acted quickly and threw your bag over your shoulder. “I have to head inside before my parents start freaking out. I, uh, never told Chanyeol who had brought me home.” You were dreading responding to the multiple texts you were sure your brother had built up on your phone.

Baekhyun cocked his again and smiled, did he realize what you were doing? Did he know you were relieving the tension? Regardless, he seemed to appreciate it as his smile grew until you could see all of his pearly-whites.

“I’ll wait for you to get inside.”

You smiled back, appreciating his concern for your safety, and thanked him for the ride home.

You were extremely conscious and aware of your stride up your driveway towards your front door. You made sure to exaggerate your steps to accentuate your butt and even threw in a few extra sways of your hips, just incase your teacher was watching.

He was, but you didn’t know that.

You made it to your front door and stilled for a moment before turning towards Baekhyun, still in the street and leaning against his bike, and waved goodbye one last time before it was returned with a swift nod and a leg swinging over his motorcycle as he got ready to leave.

You felt more than a little creepy as you watched him drive away through the small window that was placed on the side of your door.

“Honey? What are you looking at? Where’s Chanyeol?”

You paused in taking off your shoes and looked up at your mom standing in the hallway a few feet from you.

“I, uh… got a ride from someone.” “Who?” Her tone more curious than anything. “Baekhyun…” you allowed your voice to die off as you took out your phone to let your brother know what had happened and why he no longer saw you in the stands.

“Baekhyun? Byun Baekhyun?” You looked up at your mother, utterly terrified, hoping she wouldn’t give you a lecture about accepting rides home from a man well into his twenties who was also your teacher and the biggest crush you’ve had since Sophomore year.

But he was also your brother’s best friend. A boy your parents trusted.

“I never thought I would be one of the parents to complain about how fast you kids grow up,” your mother admitted, “but I can’t think about Baekhyun driving any type of car. Unless it’s one of those karts he convinced Yixing to steal from the golf course those two used to work at. Does he even have his license?” “Well, do you need your driver’s license to get one for a motorcycle?”

Your mother stopped and stared at you for a moment, contemplating what you had just said while you were still standing awkwardly by the front door.

“Baekhyun’s bike is actually really cool, it’s got this blue detailing-” “That boy gave you a ride home on a bike?” Your dad only caught your piece of the conversation, “is it one of the ones with the two seats? Or did you just run next to him as he pedaled?”

You snorted at your father’s comment and started to jog up the stairs, skipping one with each stride.

“I promise it was safe!” You yelled before shutting your bedroom door behind you.

You plopped your butt down on your bed, your knees drawing up in front of you with your toes hanging off the side.

Hair acted as a curtain, hiding any facial skin from any onlooker who could decide to sneak a peek.

You were disgusted by yourself, there was no question pertaining to whether or not you knew what was happening was wrong, so why did you feel proud of yourself? Was it some subconscious reflex to a boy paying attention to you? To a boy doing something arguably romantic that could make a cameo in a cheesy romance film?

But the thing was, Baekhyun wasn’t just any boy, he wasn’t even a boy. He was a grown-man who has been in your life since middle school and now worked at your school. You had a crush on a fucking teacher, an instance that the age of consent can’t cover up.

Who cares if you’re eighteen, who cares if you’ve been legal when you’re the school slut who sucks off a teacher underneath his desk for a better test grade?

You told yourself that Baekhyun was just an old crush breaking through the surface after such a long time being forced into the dark, but it was just bullshit to make yourself feel better. You never had feelings for Baekhyun, not to this extent and his age was no excuse for wanting your teacher.

Didn’t you have more self-control than this? Shouldn’t his new position in your life be enough to put an “off-limits” sticker on Baekhyun’s image in your mind? Were you broken for having these thoughts and desires?

Or were you completely sane while Baekhyun was the one with issues?

Nope, you doubted that. Through your self-hatred session, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t really make a solid claim against Baekhyun. Of course he was an older man hanging around a younger girl, but is it really that far-fetched that a teacher is just trying to help one of his students with a ride home? By keeping her company at a baseball practice no one wanted to be a spectator of?

Would people think twice if Baekhyun was older? Married with kids? Or is that even worse than a young teacher that could easily get with any student if he so pleased?

Your back gave out on its support of your body and was pulled into your soft bed by the force of gravity no one could escape.

Was Baekhyun the same? A force impossible to resist? Should you conjure up enough wind and pressure to escape his grasp temporarily, or give in and accept the inevitable?

A sigh escaped your lips before a groan tumbled out along side it.

The sound of your phone vibrating once, twice, three times shook you out of your confused stupor and brought you back to reality, the reality of your brother chain-texting you hoping you weren’t just kidnapped right under his nose and stuffed into someone’s trunk or a ditch on the side of the road.

You weren’t given a chance to reply before your 6’ 1” giant of a brother came barreling into your bedroom furiously spinning his head around until his eyes landed on you and narrowed.

No sigh of relief, no sign of happiness, just annoyance.

“Where the fuck is your phone?” Chanyeol yells, ignoring the exclaim of “language!” coming from downstairs.

Large hands snatched the device from your smaller ones and carried it until your brother’s face was lit up by the screen that was stuck on your chat history with him.

“So where has this been, huh? Where has this been for the past hour while I texted you nonstop? Where have you been?”

You opened your mouth to speak but Chanyeol didn’t give you a chance to get the words out.

“I can’t even get through practice without having to worry about your ass? Without constantly having to hold your hand and watch you like a child? Your mind can’t even process the idea of letting me know you’re alright? The idea of sending me a text like “by the way, chanyeol, not dead! Lol, sorry, lmao, hahaha’… nothing?” “I’m eighteen, Chanyeol, I can take care of myself, and I don’t text like that.” “Oh, I’m sorry, which emojis would you like me to act out?” “Shut up, Chanyeol,” a pillow found its way into your brother’s chest, “I’m sorry I forgot to text you but you can’t expect it to be instinctual for me to text you with continuous updates on my whereabouts.”

Your brother crossed his arms in front of your body and slapped on the most ironic fucking smirk before scoffing.

“You do realize that I’m the one who’s gonna end up dead if I let you end up dead? That Mom and Dad would murder my ass if I came home before you and was forced to explain that I lost you? That one moment you were freezing your ass off on the bleachers and then the next some old man was stuffing you into the trunk of his car? I can’t handle something like that! I’m too young to die!”

You rolled over onto your side, facing away from Chanyeol to keep him from catching sight of the guilt starting to form in your gut.

Your brother must have caught on anyways, despite your efforts, and you winced when you felt the corner of your bed sink from the weight of Chanyeol in consolation-mode.

“Look, I’m sorry for yelling at you, but you have to understand where I’m coming from. I was worried sick.”

You didn’t answer, waiting for Chanyeol to activate his sibling-telepathy and give you what you wanted.

“Come on, Y/N, you know I worry about you. I love you, you’re my little sister.”

Your body sprung up from your bed to wrap around the broad shoulders of the man sitting next to you.

“That’s all I needed to hear,” you admitted. “I know.”

You untangled your arms and plopped back onto your bed after retrieving the discarded phone from the foot of your bed.

You thought you were in the clear until Chanyeol made no move to leave and instead allowed more confusion to fester.

“How did you even get home? You don’t have a license. Or even a car.”

You considered your options.

You could ignore his question, come up with a lie, or straight up admit that you wanted to sleep with his best friend and that a ride home was the perfect way to-

“Baekhyun drove me home.” You stared straight into your brother’s eyes as you normally would, hoping to eliminate any potential awkwardness.

“On his motorcycle?” You nodded. “Seriously? You got a ride before me?”

You were in the clear.

“This is getting ridiculous.”

You and the other five people in your vocal lesson all groaned, which was apparently the only thing that you could manage to do in unison.

Baekhyun had introduced a new piece to the entire choir at the beginning of the week and had been going over the music with each individual group at their lesson through the duration of the week. It wasn’t a particularly hard piece, but without the entire choir to back up the six altos stuffed in a practice room, the timing was off for all of you.

The bell was going to ring in just over three minutes and the little to no progress that your group had made had thoroughly and visibly frustrated Baekhyun to the point where he refused to leave form his spot at the piano.

You knew you had nailed the timing the past few times and you were getting annoyed with the other girls in your group, was it really that hard?

“Y/N!”

Your head snapped up to face your instructor, ignoring the gasps from the two girls on either side of you.

“You’ve been executing your entrance perfectly this entire time and just when we’re about to call it a day you have to go and screw up?” You held your tongue, knowing Baekhyun wasn’t in want or need of an answer. “The rest of you ladies can leave while her,” a long finger was pointed in your direction, “and I get this straightened out.”

The girls you had spent the hour working with snatched their bags from underneath their chairs and basically bolted out of the classroom, leaving you along in the lion’s den.

“Y/N,” Baekhyun rose form his throne next to the piano with one hand cradling his forehead. “I was just being careless, I should’ve been paying attention instead of getting lost in my thoughts-” “What exactly were you daydreaming about that you deem more important than rehearsal? These lessons are crucial to our improvement as a group and I can’t have one of my best students slacking off.”

You were struck by him calling you one of his best students but you knew he was expecting a response and had to snap out of it.

“I’m sorry, sir-” “Do I really scare you that much?”

Your apology came to a halt as you squinted your eyes at your teacher who was slowly losing his cool. Was Baekhyun smirking?

“Excuse me?” “I’m barely five years older than you and you’re calling me sir? I mean, oppa, sure, but sir?” He was on the verge of laughing now. “Well, I felt bad for screwing the group up, I didn’t know how else to express my apologies.” “Y/N, I know what you’re capable of, I understand it was a simple mistake. I’m sorry I became so upset with you, it’s harder to hold my frustration in around you.” You cocked your head to the side, pushing for further explanation.

“You’re not a regular student to me, I don’t feel as awkward.” The butterflies in the deepest depths of your stomach came to life. “You’re like a little sister to me, you know?”

You have got to be kidding me, sister-zoned? You could deal with student-zoned, too-young-for-me-zoned, but he saw you as a fucking sister?

Not only were you now sexually frustrated, you were frustrated in general because of Byun Baekhyun.

“Although, I guess that’s not the correct comparison, either.” “It’s not?” Your ears perked up at this new revelation. “People aren’t supposed to want their sisters, are they?”

You gulped and felt a shock of electricity shoot through your body before settling and festering in your core.

Baekhyun took a step towards you and reached out to you with a single hand. His movements were slow, hesitant, giving you a chance to stop him.

You did no such thing. Instead, you raised your eyebrow and held your eye contact with Baekhyun, daring him to go further.

A few strips of hair were brushed away from your face and tucked behind your ear. You were still trying to process the initial gesture when your teacher decided to move on and snuck in closer to you, his mouth directly underneath your ear.

“You have a very beautiful singing voice, Y/N,” Baekhyun whispered, his lips catching on your earlobe every so often. “I wonder how beautiful my name would sound coming from your lips,” his tongue flicked the sweet spot underneath your ear, causing your breath to hitch. “How many times do you think you could say it in one breath? How many times could you scream it?” Your head turned to the side slowly, acting as a warning to the man oh so close to you.

“As many times as you want.”

Baekhyun’s grin grew in size as his pupils shrank.

“Let’s figure it out together, shall we?”

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(yawn) … and another day started in my adventure! I can’t seem to remember everything I’ve done last night, but, boy, it did feel good having a bit of fun… however I still need to figure out where I am and all of the weird things happening to me, but waking up in another’s person bed is not the best way to do that. Apparently I spent the night inside Jarette’s tent, nothing in particular happened, but I can sense she has a thing for me ever since I met her yesterday near the Forest of Seclusion. With all these being said, we enjoyed a nice breakfast together, had some laughs and I went on my way as I haven’t finished dealing with Red Nose.

Giddy up and let’s go and visit Tiny Nose as he might have some info about Red Nose … wait, what is happening with all these names? Couldn’t they figure out better ones? Anyway, even though I saw my mother all my life taking care of her horses, riding one sure gets tiring at some point. Or maybe I am doing something wrong?

Managed to reach the Imp Cave where I did meet with Tiny Nose giving me some clues about what is going on. On my way out, I saw and met Uno, he is helping Edan with his research regarding this “black energy” or “black spirit” or whatever you want to call it. He was surprised seeing how well I am considering Red Nose was engulfed in all darkness and became the monster that he is today…

No world is peaceful enough unfortunately. And as much as I want to stop taking any lives, regardless of them being innocent or not, it seems like fate doesn’t let me do this. I guess this is how this world works, killing is something on a daily basis and I should start saying goodbye to the lost peaceful days of the past where I was avoiding somehow the harsh contact with reality. I can feel it in my blood, in my bones, the urge to fight and succeed. I was sent to kill a huge number of steel imps so I can learn more about their leader, Red Nose. There were other adventurers there, all slaughtering the imps, resulting in a massive bloodshed.

This Black Spirit seems more and more satisfied whenever I do killing jobs and I show off my strength … btw, when did I become so powerful?

Tiny Nose made its appearance and he was brave enough to tell me something important about Red Nose … The reason he was engulfed in darkness was because he also had a red nose like him and everybody was making fun of … that poor creature just wanted to have some confidence, but unfortunately he was weak and he got consumed by all the hatred …. The Black Spirit said he found a way we could summon and defeat him once and for all, so I activated the portal and tested my strength…

He was … huge! An immense monster, bursting of hatred and strength, blinded by darkness and killing everything in its sight! His huge hands were smashing the ground, one hit and you could die…. A showcase of power… a sad one though as he became like this just to stop being bullied… His soul has no rescue anymore, so I had to do my best to defeat him! I was amazed to see how fast my reaction skills were, how fast I was moving and slicing through his thick skin. Blood was splattering everywhere, you could hear his painful roar. He was not quick enough for me and that killed him. I almost ran out of breath at the end of the fight, still trying to figure out how did I manage this … how was I so powerful….

A Mysterious Knight appeared in front of me, not talking too much and just blessed me? How can I describe this sensation … God, I never thought I would ever use this term, “to bless”…. I felt like I could learn things faster, like my mind was more open and I was paying more attention to my surroundings.

This definetly makes 2 weird encounters, Red Nose and the Mysterious Knight.

Not far from this colossal battle, there was Cliff, waiting with the soldiers and congratulating me for everything that I have done … and then.. he said the magic words. He told me to go to Loggia Farm as there are more matters to attend there… my home, my place, my childhood, my mother…. I can finally reach them …. To be honest, I had no idea I was getting so close. But as much as I want to do this, I have to finish some business around here before I can move on. I promised yesterday to Incas, the Node Manager I would go to the place he told me to go – the Coastal Cliff – and look for his friend. Yes, I am going to do one more task before heading back home!

This is not my first time here. I knew this area, I used to come here when I was a kid, playing with my friends, looking at the vast sea, the mountains, all these shades of blue. It was always a calming scenery, a soothing landscape, and maybe today, more soothing than ever. I was feeling peaceful.

I met with Andrei, Incas’s friend, a friendly guy, a bit of a loner I might add, but he told me some nice stories about the area. He also asked for my help clearing an area of imps, just around his small little camp (oh yes, more killing!) so I did it.

I have to admit, the imps are not much of a challenge for me now, but I got scared when I saw a huge Stoneback Crab walking towards me and attacking me! That thing was huge and tough but I used some of my special moves and killed it…. Oh poor, crab, why did you have to attack me? I had nothing to do with you … I am sorry, it was just self-defense ….

After clearing the imps, I found a nice altar, hidden between some trees. Everything felt so calm, the details in the carved stones were amazing! I chose not to believe in any gods, I am my own God and I empower myself through the choices I make in life. I believe in a force, in a creating act, but I also believe we are all capable of manipulating it. These findings, these small little details make me stop and breathe. Feel the wind, hear the birds singing, hearing the leaves as they dance through the air. These moments make me feel more alive. I will surely remember this spot and I will visit it more often.

Now on my way back to Incas to tell him the news about his friend. We had a nice chat, had a beer in the ardent sun and was sent to meet Jamie in the Camp to let him now that the imps are becoming quite a big problem for trading.

I took a picture with him just for one reason: to definitely avoid him. He seemed a rude guy, although I think he is the brother of the blacksmith? I mean, I do not know for sure, but they do have similar traits. He told me he can’t do much for Incas and then he tried to offer me some Fried Vegetables … better said, inviting me for dinner.

His eyes were greedy. I freaked out a bit and left.

What a creep!

I took a last walk through the Camp before heading to Loggia. This time, it seemed like more adventurers were here. I met a lovely girl that showed me how I can dry things, like hides or food, so I thank her for that. I knew some of that stuff myself, but it is better to get more tips.

Fate toyed with me a bit and I saw one of the cutest guys ever around here. Pity he didn’t even look at me or reply. Oh well, glad I will soon be back home, sit in my comfy bed and start thinking about …. Damn, I need to be focused!

I also met another Lahn warrior, we had a nice chat, I told her about my mother and how she taught me a bit of her fighting styles. She didn’t tell me anything about her family, but she was nice enough to have a real chat! I wished her luck in her journeys and I hope I can meet her again!

Now back to Loggia, back to the past. I wonder what my mother is doing, I wonder what the neighbours and villagers around are doing, I want to know everything! Severo was so happy to see me coming back, he said everybody was worried about me, some would think that I was even dead! I was missing for 5 years, but somehow for me, it felt like only 2-3 days have passed. He told me that my mother always thought I am alive and that she would tell everybody that I will come back one day …. Well, this day arrived! I am back home!

Oh wait… she is not home? Guess she is in Velia with some business. I am going to help Severo with some tasks meanwhile, I have to help him finding some well polished soles? I will need a tanning knife for this, so I will be heading to Velia to get some. I don’t want to hang out there too much, I want to catch up with my mom first and then see my friends, but I do hope everybody is alright!

Not much has changed in the city! Same faces, a couple of new ones, but when I went to the merchant to buy the stuff I need, it was a surprise to see Zaaira over there! She used to be one of my best friends, we were always getting in trouble for “exploring” too much. We always liked to discover new things, we would always go together in the forests and around the farms. Sometimes we were even stealing grapes and try to make our own wine! I am glad I see her, not much has changed for her, she took over the business her family had so she can’t do all the things she used to do before. We had a nice bottle of wine over there (she closed the shop temporarly, all for me) and I told her I was heading back to Loggia.

We talked about the past and about our childhood, she asked where I’ve been all these years and I was honest and told her I had no idea what happened… I am still looking for the answers myself. She always thought I have the guts to do bold and daring things, otherwise we would have never been friends! And that is true! I mean … let’s say she was always the black sheep in our group!

I completely forgot that the holiday season was at this time, guess I got too tangled in my own problems. Hey, at least my return is a wonderful gift for everybody that knows me! I wouldn’t be able to afford buying presents too much anyway! I am currently still a poor adventurer.

Gathering that particular Well Polished Sole is quite a pain, but I am getting hides I can later process them and try to give them to the villagers here. I am sure they will put them to good use. Sometimes we have to kill in order to survive, and even though I believe in a communion between humans and animals, it is a necessary evil, to kill. The animals are restoring the balance anyway, with bears killing us in return.

I didn’t have any success in finding this rare trading item, but tomorrow is another day. It is getting darker and I really want to catch up with Itai(my mother). I took a picture with the “well of wonders” in front of our place. I always wanted to know what is deep down inside of it when I was a child. I thought there would be monsters and a treasure. Well, now it is a landmark in my pictures. Funny how aging up changes our way of thinking.

Entering my old house was … comforting. Most of the things were the same as I left, but I could see that there were more flowers, more fruits, more … everything! I guess my mother did pretty well while I was gone and didn’t give up on working. The smell of the wooden chairs and tables, the smell of the fresh strawberries was filling the room. It was not a big place, but it was home. It was always home. We never needed more, we had everything we wanted…. The stove was on when I entered, it is clearly that my mother was cooking ….

…and there she was, sitting on the bed, after a hard day of working. She is as strong as I remembered, imposing and beautiful!

She would never cry. I never saw her cry. But I could see how her eyes were getting wet when I looked at her. She was happy. I was also happy.

I was home.

I told her everything that I knew, what happened, how I do not remember anything… She told me about her struggles and how worried she was for me. But deep inside her heart she knew I will be fine and come back one day. She made quite some money with her farming and trading and I also found out my father left some “treasures” around… she will give them to me, to put them to good use. She felt proud and she told me I could be the warrior she never was … and it is funny, because 10 years ago I would never think about this. But now… I feel it!

I ate some of my favorite dishes, had some beers, it was joy in our house. We stayed up until late, we laughed and talked. I guess we both knew that I have a journey ahead of me and these moments won’t be shared so often. So we took our time to catch up. We both knew I was not a small girl anymore. We both knew I do have a future, and not just an ordinary one…

So thank you mom for trusting and believing in me.

I can now lay my head peacefully on my pillow, smell your scent and dream about the adventures of tomorrow.

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