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lostbetweenvampiresandmusic · 1 month

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Hii could I request Paul and Marko with a reader who is like Lisa Frankenstein? Just some head canons if you don't really know who she is

Okay, listen, I just finished watching the movie, and I can't stop thinking about it - that last scene? Beloved wife? I told you I would hold your hand - iconic. So yeah, eh there are some spoilers here for Lisa Frankenstein.

It has gotten a little bit linger than i thought, and it's a bit more Marko x reader than Paul x reader x Marko, but the pairing is definitely there! 😅 Hope you like this!

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"Where are you going?" Trent looked at me. His schoolbag was hanging from one shoulder, his sunglasses slowly sliding down his nose. I shrugged. "For a walk."

"Mum said you had to be home by five."

I rolled my eyes, sighing. Ever since my dad had decided to not only date but marry Trents mom, my life changed. Of course, it had already changed before. That kind of tends to happen when your mom decides to leave. And then die.

"Fine." I walked away from Trent, away from the stuffy schoolbuilding filled with people I didn't want to know. I didn't want to move here, I had liked my - miserable - life back in Santa Cruz. But, with dad being married and all, I had little choice. Moving to Santa Carla, it was. Trent was okay, I suppose. He didn't force me to hang out with him, and he'd let me be - mostly. His mother, however, was overbearing, always wanting to know everything and controlling everything. It gave me an odd, almost claustrophobic sense. And dad? Well, he was more focused on keeping his wife happy than he was worried about me. Luckily for me, it wasn't all bad. I had found a small little sanctuary hidden within the woods.

"Hello again," I said softly as I found my way through the woods. Hidden between several thick trees and bushes was a headstone. The stone itself was rather sober, only a name etched into it. On the ground in front of it, however, was a small bust of a devilishly handsome face. I assumed the face and name went together. It was a shame, really, that this guy had been dead. Had he been alive - well, damn... But he wasn't, and besides, there was this guy in my history class - Michael Emerson? - who was actually kind of cute?

I sat down next to the stone, making my homework, reading in some books, and finally feeling a little at peace. I looked up when I felt a raindrop fall on my nose, quickly grabbing my stuff. "I'll see you later, Marko!" I said softly before running off. The rain started to really pour, and I ran as fast as I could to make it back home to my place.

That night, a storm raged over Santa Carla. Rain, winds, and heavy thunder rolled over the small town. Lightning striked multiple times, but there didn't seem to be any fires anywhere. I lay on my bed, ready to go to sleep. I stared at my window. Lightning flashed again. In the bright flash of the light, I saw a shadow appear in my window, a silhouette. I shot up, looking straight straight my window. Red eyes stared back at me.

I screamed. The red eyed silhouette waved at me, motioning for me to be quiet. Who was he to tell me to be quiet? Angrily, I stepped towards the window, ready to give him a piece of my mind, when suddenly my window flew open. The man stepped inside. I froze. I wanted to scream, but nothing came out. I just looked at him. He looked at me, then at my room. The bed that was slept in, the clothes laying on the chair, the walls filled with drawings and sketches...

He slowly but surely moved towards my art wall, tilting his head as he looked at one of the drawings.

"What is it?" I asked, not sure what to do.

He just pointed at it. It was the drawing I made of Marko's headstone and the bust. I frowned. "So? What about it?"

He pointed at it again, then at himself. I frowned. Surely he didn't mean that-

"You're Marko?" I asked in a whisper. With a sly grin, he nodded. I froze, frowning. "How? Why are you here?"

This time, he gave me a genuine smile. He made a C with his hand and then waved. Puzzled, I looked at him. "Because I said see you later?"

The next morning, I was woken up early by dad. "We need your help."

Once again, he nodded. I took a deep breath.

"I- Hiw? I didn't mean for you to come and see me? I mean - you're dead! I meant I'd come back to your grave?"

Marko looked at me, a hurt expression on his face.

"Sorry! I'm sure you're an alright guy if you were actually - you know - alive?"

I could have sworn I saw his expression turn even more sad. I sighed, deciding I could deal with zombie emotions later. Right now, Marko - or whoever he really was - desperately needed a shower and some clean clothes, and I was in desperate need of some sleep.

I sighed - the woman he married had been working in the meat industry, selling blood. I didn't know why, nor did I want to know why. I had tried to tell my dad that I didn't want to help with the work on the farm, what with me not eating meat anymore and all, but apparently that was not a conversation I could have. I had no say in the matter, I had to help.

Thirty minutes later, I showed up in the barn, begrudgingly starting the work of cleaning them, when a loud metallic clang caused me to look up. One of the many pipes through which the bodily fluids moved had made the sound. I looked up, screaming when the pipe snapped and gallons of blood were poured on top of me. I dropped the shovel I'd been holding, running out of the barn, leaving bloody footprints everywhere I went. I quickly went into my shower, cleaning the blood off of myself.

When I got out of the shower, dressed in my bathrobe, I noticed Marko sitting in a dark corner of my closet. He had changed his muddy clothes for some bright coloured pyjama trousers and an old band shirt I'd gotten from Trent. He looked at me, a certain hunger in his eyes.

"Are you alright?"

He nodded, then shrugged.

"Oh! You need food!" I was already halfway through my room towards the door when I stopped and turned to look at him. "Eh - what, what do dead guys eat?" I asked.

I froze when Markos hand grabbed my wrist, finding the one spot of blood I'd missed, and slowly licking it up. I pulled my arm away from him, disgust written all over my face. "You can't just lick people!" I hissed before realisation dawned on me. "Wait, you need blood?"

That evening, Marko and I sneaked out of the house towards the barn. I had spent the whole afternoon dragging an old and rusty bathtub into the barn, placing it under the broken pipes. I told Marko to wait by the tub as I opened the faucet. It didn't take long, or blood ran into the tub, filling it quickly.

Marko nodded, grinning. I sighed. "I can get you some blood tonight, alright?"

The more Marko drank, the more handsome he became somehow. I couldn't help but feel a warmth inside me when I saw him drink, heard the moans of delight...

"What the hell are you doing out of bed, young lady? And turn the faucet off! It's bad enough that you made us lose so much product today!"

I jumped, freezed, and looked at my stepmother, not sure what to do.

"And who the hell is that? Is he drinking blood? I told your father that I didn't want you to bring your kind over to this place. He wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, but I knew that morbid loving people like you would only bring trouble, you freak!" She was about to scream, but before I could do anything, Marko was already upon her. Her neck was ripped open, her blood was drunk, and then her lifeless body fell to the ground. I stared at Marko, not really knowing what to say. 'Thanks' felt wrong in this situation. And yet, it was somewhat right?

"You just killed -" I stopped talking, not sure what I was going to say. "We need to bury the body," I decided, grabbing her feet, smiling shyly as Marko easily lifted the dead weight in his arms. I lead the way to the forest, back to where his grave had been - and I couldn't help but feel rather content when he dropped her body in the grave.

"Is it bad, down there?" I asked. He shrugged and then nodded. I grinned. The woman deserved it. Just a little bit. "Good."

One night, he stopped me when I was about to enter the barn. I stopped, puzzled, before realising what he wanted. "You want human blood?"

In the days that followed, every single night, I sneaked him out of the house unseen, making sure he could drink more blood. The more blood he drank, the more whole he became. The more time I spent with him, the more I realised I liked him beyond his looks. And yet, he was still dead. And yet, I still fancied Michael Emerson.

"You know, at the party two weeks ago, he spent a lot of time talking to me? And you'd think it was great, because at the time it was, but then at school he just ignored me? As if we didn't spend three hours connecting? Like, who does that?"

Marko looked at me, clearly telling me that it was Michael Emerson who did that.

"Maybe it was because I was drunk and ran off to throw up, but still. How hard is it to get a guys attention?"

Marko shrugged. I agreed - it shouldn't have to be so hard. But even with his presence, even with his clothing suggestions - no matter what I did, Michael ignored me. I sighed as I pulled the bathtub into the barn again.

He nodded.

After that meal, Marko finally began to talk. His voice was hoarse, but he could tell me about him. How he enjoyed art, how he had been turned into a vampire in the early 1900s, how his vampire family was probably still alive. In the four hours that followed Michael's death, I couldn't help but realise I had never loved Michael. It was Marko. I wanted to make him happy. It was him I wanted by my side. I took his hand in mine as we walked down the forest towards his old grave.

"Shit. I can't just give you human blood, I mean, I wouldn't even know where to get it and -" he was already gone. Quickly, I ran after him, not wanting to abandon the creature I'd come to see as a close friend. He ran towards the boardwalk, the beach - and he found a lone man. Before I knew it, he had bitten the man, draining the blood out of him. It was over surprisingly quick.

The next evening, we spent some time outside the house, lounging on the roof, when I saw Michael riding up to the house on his bike. "What's he doing here?" I asked out loud, looking to see what was happening. Downstairs, the front door opened, and Trent stood there, grinning. Not only that, but within seconds, he was kissing Michael. I looked at it with wide eyes, before jumping off the roof and screaming.

"You motherfucker!" I launched at Trent. "You knew I liked him you fucking piece of-" I stopped when I heard a pained groan beside me. Marko held on to Michael's body. His teeth latched onto his neck, draining him dry. I looked at Marko, a small smile appearing on my face. I then looked at Trent, who was about to either scream or faint.

"You're going to be fine. Just don't tell anyone about this, alright?"

"We can try and find them?" I offered.

"They'd kill you upon sight."

"But you'd be reunited with them."

He chuckled. "You may not value your life, but I've come to value yours quite a lot."

I froze. "You do?"

"You saved me."

"I didn't mean to," I admitted. "It purely happened by accident."

"Happy accidents do exist."

I smiled, laughing when he pulled me close. "I think they do."

"Are you going with?"

"Sure. Do I need to bring the shovel?" I asked, a bit enthusiastically. Of course, killing was bad, I knew that, but there was something about it that gave me an indescribable thrill.

"Nah, we'll find a bonfire." He grinned as he took my hand, leading me towards the boardwalk and the beach.

I'd started a fire while he fed, enjoying the warmth of the flames when I suddenly felt a strange presence behind me.

"What's a pretty thing like you doing all alone?"

I looked at him. "Waiting for a friend."

"I can keep you company if he's running late."

"Don't worry, he's right on time." I grinned, knowing that Marko wouldn't say no to a second meal.

"Shame he isn't here yet, " the young man chuckled, "he might have enjoyed the sho-"

I screamed as he grabbed me, pulling my head to the side, feeling his teeth grazing my skin. I struggled in his grip, moving as much as I could, trying to hold him off when finally I heard his voice.

"Get the fuck off of her!"

Within seconds, I was freed. Marko was standing protectively in front of me, staring at the other vampire. "Paul?"

"Marko? You - you were dead, man! How did this happen?"

"Lisa did. She's a bloody Saint-" I groaned at his pun. "- If it hadn't been for her, I'd be buried still."

"So you saved my mate?"

"Your mate?" I spat the words out. Marko could have told me something about that before leading me on. For weeks he'd been sharing a bed with me, for weeks I'd helped him kill and cover up, for weeks we'd been circling around each other, and now?

"You didn't tell her?" Paul asked, and then he looked at me again, a look of compassion but also curiosity in his eyes.

"Tell me what?"

"Only a mate can save a vampire from the death." Marko said. His eyes softened as he turned towards me. "I didn't want to overwhelm you more than I already did that first night."

"What does it mean being your mate?"

"So, how is he-" I pointed at Paul, "- connected to us?"

"You're one of the loves of my life."

"Aaawh!" I grinned. "That's why you killed Michael? For us?"

Marko chuckled and nodded.

"He's also my mate. And yours."

I grinned. Sure, him almost eating me was quite bad - but if you looked past that, he seemed to really care about Marko, and maybe he could also do that for me?

"So... we - the three of us? We're a thing?"

"We can be," Paul said with an enthusiastic grin. "If you want that is."

"How about I get to know you first?" I asked, smiling as Marko stood next to me. Paul chuckled. "Want to go out for a kill?"

#the lost boys #marko #david #paul #tlb #dwayne #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #star #the lost boys x reader #lisa frankenstein #lisa frankenstein spoilers #marko x paul x reader #marko x reader

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6rookie-writer0110 · 1 year

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Love Lessons

Evan Buckley x Male Reader.

Request - Evan Buckley x demigod son of Poseidon reader. When the reader and Evan have been boyfriends for 2 months and the reader never tells him about who he actually really is being a demigod son of Poseidon.

Buck woke up first so he can cook breakfast for you. You wake up because of the smell of the food

“I was about to take you up” Buck smiled.

“The food woke me up. Everything looks good” You smiled.

You and Buck sit down and start to eat together. You slept over at your boyfriend’s loft and he is happy that you stayed the night.

“I thought we should go to the beach and just spend time together,” You said.

“Yeah, I like that idea. We should do it” Buck smiled.

After breakfast, you and Buck started to get ready to go to the beach. Buck starts to drive to the beach.

“Y/n, I was... I was thinking maybe you want to meet my sister and my friends. My friends are like my family and I want everyone to get to know my boyfriend. But if you are not ready then it can wait for” Buck said.

“Can I think about it?” You asked.

“Yeah, you can think about it,” Buck said.

At the beach, you and Buck get in the water. You start to teach him how to swim, and so far he is doing good. Next, you teach him how to breathe underwater and he didn't do well.

“Now, I see you love being in the water,” Buck said.

“Yeah, something like” You nervously smiled.

You haven't told him the complete truth about your background and your abilities. You think that he won't believe you and would assume you are crazy. And you don't want him to break up with you, you care about him.

You and Buck get out of the water and sit on the towels. You start to share the snacks with him. He is telling you funny stories of what happened on the job and you start to laugh. Much later, you and Buck leave the beach and go to a new restaurant instead of the usual place.

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You couldn't spend the day with Buck because you are busy. Buck told Eddie that he will babysit Christopher for the day. So, Christopher and Buck spend their time at the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk. They are having fun and Christopher asks questions about you.

But the good moment didn't last long, because the tsunami hit the boardwalk. Buck tries to hold onto Christopher but Christopher slipped away. Now, Buck tries to find him and he yells out his name. People are hurt and some trying to find safety.

You are home and you turned on the news. You see what is going on and you start to panic. You called Buck but it went straight to voice mail.

“Dad, what the hell!?” You mumbled.

You didn't think of a plan, you just ran out of your apartment. Buck did tell you what he was going to take Christopher and you're hoping they are doing okay. You swim faster in the water and you just started to swim rapidly.

But you started to help people, you saved two people from drowning. Then helped others get somewhere safe and away from the water. You start to look for Christopher and Buck, it took a while to find them but you eventually found them.

“Y/n,” Buck said.

They are standing on a fire truck. He hugged you tight and you hugged him back, then you hugged Christopher.

“Are you two okay?” You asked.

“Buck got hurt. He is bleeding” Christopher said.

You noticed the blood on his shirt, you lift the shirt up. Buck has a cut on his stomach and he is bleeding fast.

“We won't have time to find help,” you said.

“I’m fine,” Buck said.

“Seriously don't start that. You are slowly bleeding and I don't want you to die before we find a hospital. Stay still, I stop the bleeding” You said.

“How are you going to do that?” Buck asked.

“Umm, it's a long story and I will tell you later. Just stay still” You said.

“What-”

Buck didn't finish his sentence, he became speechless. He saw you put your hand on his stomach and you started to heal him, within seconds he stopped bleeding.

“That was cool. How did you do that?” Christoper said.

“I healed him. I can heal wounds on people” You said.

You take them to the hospital but Buck has been asking questions about what you did. You didn't tell him anything, for now, you left the hospital and headed to the beach. You were able to stop the waves with all your strength. Your eyes changed colors when you stopped the waves. Your father comes out of the sea and you are angry at him.

“What the hell!?” You yelled.

“Watch your tone, Y/n” Poseidon said.

“Dad, why did you do this? People got hurt and some died” You said.

“I had to teach the humans a lesson,” Poseidon said.

You sighed and you glared at him again.

“Just stop it,” You said and walked away.

“He isn't good enough for you,” Poseidon said.

You didn't say anything and kept walking away.

You went back to the hospital to check up on Buck. You are alone with him in the room and you tell him the truth.

“Wait, your father is the god of the sea!? With the pitchfork!” Buck said.

“It's not a pitchfork it's a trident. His name is Poseidon, yes he is my father. I'm a demigod meaning I'm half-human and half-god. I didn't tell you at first because I thought you wouldn't believe me and think I'm crazy. My father has anger issues and he caused the flood. I'm sorry I didn't tell you” You said.

“This is a lot to process. Wow... I can't believe your dad is Poseidon and you're a half-god...” Buck said.

“Yeah-” Y/n said.

“Wait! Does this mean, Zeus is related to you!?” Buck said.

You nod “Yeah and also the other gods, they are my family”

You and Buck didn't say anything next, he is still in shock. You wait to see what he will say next.

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Two Weeks Later... You were going to leave your apartment but Buck is at your door

“Hey Y/n” Buck smiled.

“Hey,” You said.

“Can we talk?” Buck asked.

“Yeah, sure come in,” You said.

You haven't spoken to Buck in two weeks, he didn't know how to process that you are a demigod. You gave him space and you didn't want to pressure him to talk about it.

“Sorry, I haven't spoken to you in two weeks. I was still processing about you and who is your dad. I thought those stories were all myths” Buck said.

“Yeah, a lot of people think that. But I understand. If you want to break up, I understand” You said.

“Y/n, I don't want to break up with you. I still want you to be my boyfriend” Buck smiled.

“Really? I thought you were going to break up with me” You said.

Buck wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer to him. He starts to kiss you and you put your arms around him, he starts to smile and you don't stop kissing him.

“I don't want you to feel that you can't talk to me about anything,” Buck said.

“Means a lot of you saying that. And I want you to feel the same way about me. Do you want to come with me to Camp Half-Blood?” You said.

“Camp Half-Blood?” Buck said.

“It's a camp for people like me. It's like summer camp but different. Maybe you can meet my brother Percy” You said.

“Yeah, I will like to go,” Buck said.

You can't stop smiling. You leave with him and take him to the camp, you explained what goes on at the camp. He is excited about it.

You introduced Percy to Buck, and so far they are getting along. You and Percy gave Buck a tour of the camp. Buck was excited about being at the camp. You and Percy started to teach Buck how to use a sword.

“Dad doesn't like him,” You said

“Dad doesn't like anyone. He still wants you to marry the guy he picked for you” Percy said.

“That won't happen. Buck makes me happy” You said.

“I can tell,” Percy said.

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A month later...

Buck is on the roof of his building and he is trying to make it romantic. He set up the lights, and the food on the table and he put on soft romantic music. He takes a deep breath and he is feeling very nervous. Then he sent you a text...

Buck - I got hurt, I'm still on the roof.

You - I'm going up!!!

You rushed to the roof and you are confused.

“You are not hurt,” You said.

“I lied, so I can get you on the roof” Buck smiled.

“Why?” You asked.

He gives you a peck on the lips. Then he gets down on one knee and takes out a ring box.

“Buck...” You said.

He grabbed your hand.

“I love you, Y/n. I only want to be with you and I mean it. I want to marry you because I love you and I don't care if you are a demigod. You make me happy and I love you. Y/n, will you marry me?” Buck said.

“Oh!?! Oh wow...” You said.

“Is that a yes or no?” Buck asked.

“Sorry, you caught me off, guard. But yes!” You said

Buck puts the ring on your finger and he stands up. He put his hands on your cheeks and he starts to kiss you. You or Buck can't stop smiling. Later, he called his sister and you called Percy. Everyone is happy for you and Buck. Later, you and Buck sit down and start to eat the food and talk about what is the next step.

#evan buckley imagine #evan buckley x reader #Evan Buckley x male reader #buck x reader #buck x male reader #911 imagine #x male reader #male!reader #male reader

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n30nwrites · 8 months

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Bring Me To Life (Prologue)

Summary: Against all odds, you've survived. Having graduated high school and moved out of your Parent's place, your sibling decides to join you for the summer, and your first stop is Santa Cruz in California, you had always wanted to live there anyways so why not now that you're experiencing freedom? One problem: This doesn't look like the 21st century, instead it looks like a scene from your favorite movie, in fact it looks exactly like your favorite movie.

How are you meant to survive in the murder capital of the world? With vampires of all things, and your sibling hates this movie.

a/n: prologue for this fanfic, this will also be on AO3 and wattpad. Preface for this, fuck Max :}

Reader: Male Reader, uses Y/N, third person.

Oc uses they/she pronouns. Will be using both, Y/n refers to them as both sibling and sister, which is okay

Fandom: The Lost Boys

Pairing(s): Michael Emerson x Reader, Paul x Reader, Dwayne x Reader, Marko x Reader, David x Reader, Sam Emerson x Nonbinary! Oc, Edgar Frog x Nonbinary! Oc, Alan Frog x Nonbinary! Oc,

It was one thing moving the United States to California by yourself, it was another thing bringing your 15-year-old sibling with you, not to live with you, but to stay just until summer was over and school was starting again, your parents believed it would help with their 'rebellious streak'. That streak being that they just don't care enough to do class work and keep staying up all night playing video games, therefore they fall asleep in class.

Nik had a firm belief in changing the radio whenever any song that they didn't like came on, and you had a firm belief that your sibling needed to shut up because you liked your music and if you had to drive without some good tunes you would probably turn into the next psycho on the news.

You two did listen to similar music, but for this trip it was specifically 80s and 90s songs that you shouted loudly, windows were rolled down because the air conditioner in your car didn't work. It was small and shitty and cost a year of pay, thankfully your parents were there to let you live rent free. One of the few things you could be thankful for.

"Do you know how to be quiet?" Your sibling groaned, their jacket wrapped around their body despite how hot it was, "Put on Hozier, or Doja, hell I'll even take Taylor Swift over this... What is this shit?"

'Cry little sister'

"I know damn well you aren't talking to me about my music taste-"

'Thou shall not fall'

"What's wrong with mine?"

Come, come to your brother

"It's literally only tiktok songs, half of them aren't even good."

'Thou shall not die'

"At least I don't say 'They sung this on Glee'"

'Unchain me, sister'

"Every hot, mentally ill, gay person went through a Glee faze."

Thou shall not fear

"I didn't"

'Love is with your brother'

"That's why I said hot."

'Thou shall not kill'

You quickly stuck your tongue out in a childish way, before looking back into the road, ignoring your sibling who mumbled and repeated your words. "Theres a reason we're heading to Santa Cruz. Found a nice place right near the beach so we can-"

"Sleep all day, and party all night. I know, you've said it hundreds of times." Nik had heard the phrase from you so many times, you had tried to show them your favorite movie, even almost tricked them into it, but they were quick to leave the room. They simply hated it because you loved it, something you were forced to accept about them.

The car ride became silent as you got closer, to fill it, Nik had turned up the radio as it switched to a different song.

"Finally some MJ." The beat of Billie Jean came in, causing you to start tapping your hands to it as your merged.

"She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene" The two of you belted the lyrics, switching over the 80s playlist to one consistently of Michael Jackson. "I said don't mind, but what do you mean, I am the one" you shook your head, "Who will dance" you turned to your sibling and sung the words to them before turning back, repeating it each time you sung, "on the floor" again "in the round?" and then turned back, "She said I am the one, who will dance on the floor in the round"

The house that you bought with a loan wasn't the biggest, at least not compared to your parents house. Two bedrooms, One master and One guest, and 1 in a half bathrooms. The half bathroom was connected to the master bedroom, which Nik tried to get but was quickly locked out. They would be staying in the guest room, while you set it up they would help. They were also supposed to attempt to find a job this summer, as their parents wanted Nik to learn some responsibility.

"Okay, change outfits, shower if you need to! We are going to the beach!" You were excited, thrumming almost. You felt as if you belonged.

"I'm tired."

"Party all night!" You yelled, grabbing a suit case filled with your clothes. The two of you didn't have a lot. A few suitcases filled with clothes, and then a few boxes for the rooms. You didn't even have mattresses yet.

"Let's just sleep a bit." A nap did sound good, you didn't have the best sleep due to the anxiety about the drive.

"Fine, a nap! I'm setting an alarm." Nik went into your room, both of you grabbing the blankets and laying them on the floor, setting up some pillows and collapsing as soon as you could.

Instead of waking up to your alarm, you woke up to Nik shaking your shoulder, harsh rain hitting the window and the house was shaking.

"The doors are opening."

You stood up quick, running out of the bedroom to the backdoor refusing to close. You pushed against it but it quickly fell open, so you held the door. "Grab the heavy boxes." Nik followed through, pushing against the doors as lightning flashed. "It wasn't supposed to storm."

"Don't they get Hurricanes here." A siren went off, "Well-"

"Not another tornado." You groaned. You had your fair shair of them, being where your from. "We need to grab our shit, head to the basement."

The house shook again, you two grabbed your phones and chargers, rushing down into the basement that still had cobwebs. Nik almost ran upstairs at the sight of them, claiming they would rather take their chance with the tornado. You had to basically pulled them down as you two sat in the basement, the house shook as you two fell to the ground, hitting your heads.

Your eyes rolled back, your vision turns black as your body hits the ground. Your siblings hand lays against yours as their body falls onto you, and in that moment, you had gone through the impossible.

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luminnara · 2 years

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Obsession | Billy Loomis x Reader Part 2

Billy is obsessed with the reader and doesn’t know whether he wants to fuck you or kill you. Little does he know that there’s more to you than meets the eye...

Billy x GN!reader

(I actually got some of the inspo for this from behind the mask: the rise of leslie vernon lol)

Part one!

Warnings: glorification of serial killing lol

Tags: @natiebug1 @henhouse-horrors @smenny @aceislivid

Billy Loomis thought that he was the scariest person in town. He thought that he was the most dangerous. He thought that, besides Stu, he was the most fucked up.

Billy Loomis was wrong.

Because not that long ago, someone new had moved to Woodsboro. Someone who was just as fucked up as Billy, and who had already done a lot of the things that he and Stu were planning on…except that you had done your killing and then dipped, moving to a new town where nobody would suspect a thing.

When you had seen Billy Loomis for the first time, you had noticed something about him. It was something familiar, something that you recognized in yourself as well…and it got you a little curious. So you started watching him, always careful, always only out of the corner of your eye from an unassuming position across the field or the cafeteria. At first, you thought you were just being paranoid, still riding the high of your last couple kills in Santa Cruz.

But then, you noticed him watching you, and you knew you were right. Billy Loomis was a killer—or at least, had the potential to be one—and he was drawn to you for the same reason you were drawn to him.

You were the same. You were capable of killing, and you did. Or…wanted to. You weren’t sure if he had already, though you were willing to be that he had at least thought about it. Maybe he had planned something out. Maybe he was too busy stalking you to kill anyone.

Or maybe he was going to kill you.

You wondered if he would be able to. You’d been face to face with death so many times that it wouldn’t surprise you if Billy took a stab at you. Nobody had managed it so far, but you had seen the desperation in their eyes, the way that they tended to go absolutely feral in their last moments of life. You had seen more than a couple people who wanted nothing more than to turn the tables and murder you for a change.

Still, despite the possibility that Billy Loomis wanted to gut you like a fish, you weren’t too worried about him. You started up a boring daily routine with the hope that he would learn it and then use it to his advantage. You hoped that he would memorize your movements and then pop out at you one day, or come slithering through your window before you closed it at night. You hoped Billy would try something with you, because as you had watched him and he had watched you, you’d sort of…grown fond of him? Come to like him, almost? You were amused and curious, and you left him plenty of openings to come say hello.

And then the days dragged on and they turned into weeks, and you got sick of waiting. You took it upon yourself to address the elephant in the room, and all your weeks of boredom and domesticity and not murdering people were suddenly worth it just for the shocked look on his face. He really had no idea that you’d been watching him, and it was just as sad as it was adorable.

The next day at school, he was openly staring at you. You watched his head swivel as you walked past him and his friends, and you saw Stu Macher notice and look at you, too. Then, you heard his girlfriend hit his arm and yell at him for ogling you, and you chuckled to yourself.

Boys.

Billy hadn’t expected to find a note in his locker that day, but he knew who it was from the second he saw it.

Swing by tonight.

He knew it was from you, and he was equal parts pissed off and curious, because he still had no idea what your deal is, and he still had no idea if he wanted to kill you for fucking with him or fuck you for fucking with him.

So he did. He blew Stu off, and he climbed the usual tree by the usual window at the usual time. Instead of sitting on your bed or at your desk like usual, though, you were sitting on the window frame, one leg dangling along the side of the house as you leaned your head back and enjoyed the California night.

“You got my note,” you commented, cracking an eye open when you heard him.

“What the fuck is your deal?” He asked haughtily, climbing along the branch like a cautious animal.

“Are you mad at me, Billy?”

“Should I be?” He growled. “I’m not in the mood for any games. Tell me what your fucking problem is, or I’ll…I’ll…”

“You’ll what?” You raised an eyebrow. “Kill me?”

He stared at you in silence, almost shocked that you had said it so openly. “…yeah.”

“I doubt that, Billy Loomis.”

“Quit saying my name.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t like it.” He lied.

You decided to change the subject.

“Have you actually killed anybody yet?” You asked, as casually as someone would ask about the weather.

Billy Loomis stared at you. “Excuse me?”

“You can tell me. I’m just curious.” You shrugged. “You seem like the type.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He snapped, his hackles rising as he considered throttling you right then and there.

“Do you want to kill me right now?” Your voice was amused, and Billy didn’t know what to think of that. “You could try, if you want. We could see who wins.”

“…you’re insane.” He decided.

“Says the guy who’s been stalking me.”

“Why did you tell me to come over?” He growled. “Give me a real answer, or I’m fucking leaving.”

“Because I wanted to talk.” You hopped down from the window, landing barefoot on the plush carpet in your bedroom. “You can come in.”

He just stared.

“…or not. That’s fine too.” You rolled your eyes. “I just wanted to show you why you can trust me.”

Billy watched you.

It was a trap. It had to be a trap. This was way too weird not to be. He didn’t know why someone would suspect him of anything, not when Cotton Weary was behind bars and nobody was the wiser about his and Stu’s little rendezvous with Sidney Prescott’s mother the year before, but this was way too suspicious.

“Come on,” you said, tossing your head. “It’s cool. I promise. You can stab me if it isn’t.”

“…you are the weirdest person I have ever fucking met.” He said, crawling along the branch until he could hop in through your window anyways. He had a knife in his pocket.

He figured he would be fine.

The smile you offered him was genuine. “Wow. I honestly thought it would be harder to get you in here.”

“Shut up and show me whatever the fuck you wanna show me,” he snapped.

“You’re cute when you’re mad,” you smiled as you turned towards your bedroom door. “You’ve never seen the rest of the house have you?”

“…only the parts I could see you from.” He admitted, following you hesitantly.

You snorted a laugh. “So you’ve only seen the parts of the house that we want you to see.”

“…we?”

You reached back for his hand and he allowed you to grab it, his fingers cautiously intertwining with yours. “Yeah. Me and my family.”

He immediately stiffened, trying to pull away, but you held onto him.

“Don’t worry. They’re all out having fun.” you said bitterly. “We’re the only ones home right now.”

Billy still didn’t trust you, but he stayed silent. He knew he could take you if it came down to a struggle, and if you started it, he’d even have a real self-defense excuse.

You led him down the stairs and turned towards what looked like a hall closet. “So...this is pretty special, alright? I’m really not supposed to be showing anybody this, but I trust you. So don’t go telling everybody in town, got it?”

He gave you a skeptical, almost uninterested look. “Whatever. You gonna show me whatever it is or not?”

“So impatient,” you clucked your tongue, letting go of his hand and reaching into your pocket. You pulled out a key, slipping it into the keyhole and opening the door before taking a step to the side so he could get a good look.

What you revealed actually took Billy’s breath away.

He was staring at a small closet, the walls painted a deep red and covered in...things. Newspaper clippings, weapons, weird, grotesque masks...and an odd assortment of other items, things that looked totally unrelated, things like necklaces and wallets and--was that a fucking finger?

“Yeahhhhh, that’s one of my brother’s trophies,” you said, noticing Billy’s eyes lingering on it. “He’s kinda...gross.”

He stared for another moment before turning to look at you. “What the hell is all this?”

You shrugged. “Mementos. Trophies. They’re from all over. We move around a lot, y’know?”

His eyes were wide as he began putting two and two together. “There’s no fucking way.”

“What do you mean?” you asked innocently.

“No fucking way this is real.”

“Don’t you watch scary movies?” you laughed. “I thought you were into this stuff. It’s kinda...the family business, I guess.”

Billy’s mouth twitched with the beginnings of a smile.

Okay.

He liked you, after all.

“Can you, uh...” he cleared his throat, trying to keep his cool and not totally geek out. “Tell me about everything?”

You beamed at him. “I would love to, Billy Loomis.”

#billy loomis x reader #billy loomis #ghostface x reader #scream #scream x reader #slasher!reader #billy loomis x slasher!reader

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I absolutely love the brothers best friend trope so if you don’t mind will you do anything Brisson reader x Thomas Bordeleau. Please and thank! I love all your work by the way! ❤️

Thomas should have known better that to get involved with you. It wasn't just Brendan he was worried about, he was absolutely terrified of your dad. Pat Brisson was a nice guy, Thomas had known him ever since he was a kid but that didn’t mean he wasn't terribly intimidated by him

Brendan typically invited Thomas to California over the summer; he liked it because then he wouldn’t have to spend the summer with just you and Jordan, and Thomas liked it because it meant he got to see you.

The two of you were friends, always have been and you figured you always would be. It was one of those proximity relationships, you only became friends since your families spent time together when you were growing up and even though you typically preferred to spend time with Jade rather than Thomas, you were pretty close with him.

Anyways, Thomas never planned on liking you like that, you were his best friend’s little sister after all. However, things changed when he moved to San Jose, less than an hour from where you were going to school at UC Santa Cruz.

You started meeting up for lunch in between your classes and after his practices or he would invite you to his games and then you’d go out for dinner afterwards. It was nice, he was able to spend time with someone he actually knew, it kept some sense of normality in his life. That meant that this summer, he was a lot more excited to see you.

…

“How much did you miss me?” Brendan grinned and you rolled your eyes as you walked down the stairs of your parent’s house.

“So much Briss, I was a shell of myself without you” You could hear the sarcasm in his voice but you could tell your older brother didn’t care as he hugged his best friend.

You laughed at the sight, “Gross, get a room you two”

“Y/n!” Thomas pushed Brendan off to come over to hug you, picking you up off the bottom stair and spinning you around before setting you down on the floor.

“You weren’t even that excited to see me” Brendan scoffed.

“Well I’m better so obviously he missed me” You stuck out your tongue at your brother, childish but you didn’t care. Thomas laughed but hid behind his hand so that he wasn’t called out.

“No way! Bordy, tell her-”

“Brendan, how old are you?” Your heads turned to find your dad coming out of his office, “Quit whining” Thomas’ eyes widened when his best friend, the guy he knew never stopped talking, snapped his mouth shut. “Thomas, good to see you again”

“Yeah, thanks for having me” Thomas smiled weakly.

“Of course, you’re always welcome here” Hopefully that wouldn’t change anytime soon, Thomas really liked it here.

“Dad, didn’t you say you wanted Bren’s help with something?” You reminded your dad who nodded while thanking you.

“Right! It’ll be fast, Y/n why don’t you help Thomas get settled in and Brendan will be out soon” You smile as you grab one of Thomas’ bags and start lugging it upstairs while Brendan disappears into your dad’s office.

You didn’t say anything until you were safely in Thomas’ temporary room, the guest room that was at your end of the hall, opposed to the one closer to the master suite. “So… who’d you miss more? Me or Bren?” You smirked.

“Definitely you” He smiled, dropping his bag as he came closer to kiss you. That was another thing that changed this summer, you and Thomas were in a relationship of some sort. It progressed naturally, the lunch dates really did start out as friends but with the more time you spent together, the closer you got.

“So I kinda already told Jordan…” Thomas backed away with wide eyes.

“You what?”

“It just slipped out the other day but he really didn’t care and he promised that he wouldn’t tell Bren!” You didn’t mean to tell him, you were actually on a call with Thomas and Jordan overheard and grilled you about who it was as soon as you hung up.

“Do you even know him?” Thomas asked.

“Look, maybe it’s better we tell Brendan anyway, I don’t want to spend the whole summer sneaking off to hide with you”

“Sure, then we can tell him and then when he decides that he wants to kill me, I’ll just move back to Switzerland” Thomas smiled sarcastically and you rolled your eyes.

“Could you be any more dramatic?” You ask, making him glare at you. “Come on, he’ll be fine”

You drag Thomas back downstairs and into the kitchen, getting some snacks for him, being the good host like your mother taught you. Thomas and you talked while you waited for Brendan, falling back into the space that you two inhabited throughout the season.

“I’m free” Brendan sighed, walking into the kitchen and interrupting your conversation. He nudged you with his hip, just to annoy you, as he steals some of the snacks you put out. “Y/n/n, you can go now” You twist your face at your brother when he tries to dismiss you.

“Actually…” You start and you can practically see Thomas deflate in his seat, “There’s something we have to talk about”

“Right now? Thom and I are going to meet the guys” You had to hold back from rolling your eyes. Thomas is now trying to refrain from laughing because he can tell you’re getting annoyed.

“Yes right now” You huffed.

“Fine, what?” Brendan was in a bad mood, probably from whatever your dad made him help with earlier and it probably wasn’t the best time to tell him about your relationship but you didn’t care anymore.

You were trying to figure out what to say while Brendan grew more and more annoyed which only pissed you off further. Protecting his feelings wasn’t a concern anymore so you just outright said it, “Thomas and I are dating”

Brendan froze, his hand was in the air, full with crackers and half way to his mouth. “You’re what?” The tone in his voice made you want to shrink back into yourself and Thomas could tell. He felt like he should leave, get as far away from Brendan as possible because it looked like he was about five seconds from completely losing his shit.

“Someone better tell me what’s going on” Brendan looked between you and Thomas but you were scared and unable to even talk.

Thomas took a deep breath, “We started hanging out when I got to San Jose. Things just kinda happened, we weren’t like planning it or whatever”

“You’re my best friend” Brendan said sounding a little dejected.

“Nothing’s changed dude”

“Yes it has… you’re her boyfriend now” He looked over at you quickly, “You just couldn’t let me have it huh?”

“What? Let you have Thomas? Brendan you sound insane” You scoffed.

“You get everything. You couldn’t be happy until you got my best friend too, right?” You shook your head, he was unbelievable.

“You’re crazy”

“No I’m not!”

“Okay!” Thomas interrupted, “Bren, nothing has changed, I’m your best friend and you’re mine, okay? Yeah, Y/n/n and I are dating but that doesn’t affect you”

“I just… I need a minute” Brendan walks out of the kitchen, leaving you and Thomas staring at each other.

“Well… he knows” Thomas said quietly.

“Yup” You regretted telling him because you hated the way he reacted, like this was something bad. You hated that he wasn’t happy for you and Thomas. However at the same time, he had to find out eventually.

He took more than a minute. It was an hour before he came back downstairs, you and Thomas were still in the kitchen, sitting next to each other at the table when he walked in.

“I’m sorry” Brendan sighed, “I acted like a child… I’m happy for you guys”

“Are you? Because it looks like you’re in pain just saying that” You ask and it makes a smile break out on both his and Thomas’ faces.

“I am, I promise” He assures you.

“Good, now we just have to tell dad” You smile and Thomas pales.

“Yikes, good luck man, you’re gonna need it” Brendan clapped a hand over Thomas’ shoulder and you laughed as your boyfriend sagged down in his chair. This very well might be the end of Thomas Bordeleau.

#thomas bordeleau x reader #thomas bordeleau imagine #thomas bordeleau #san jose sharks #hockey writing #hockey fic #nhl players #nhl fanfiction

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Sooo I’ve got 900+ followers (wow) - thought it was time for a new…

✨About Me✨

🗓️ 37

🧮 Accountant

🌎 Santa Cruz

🇵🇱 Slavic

🖋️ Tattoos

💚 Boba Fett

🐆 Animals

✈️ Travel

📖 Writing

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 120

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 443,692

3. What fandoms do you write for? Star Wars

4. What are your top 5 fic by kudos?

Threesome in the Slave 1

Dirty Talk

Knight in Green Armor

(Don’t) Stop. [TW]

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Usually… if ppl take the time to talk to me why wouldn’t I respond?

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? The Votary [AU] or In My Head We Belong

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Any of my longfics

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not that I know of…

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? lol. Yes. What kind??? Idk, all kinds 😏

10. Do you write crossovers? Whats’ the craziest one you’ve written? No

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? No?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? No?

13. What’s your all time favorite ship? Boba x reader

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I always finish even if it takes me 1+ yrs

16. What are your writing strengths? … smut? Lol. Dialogue? Idk…

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Keeping track of my plot lol

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic? Google translate me

19. First fandom you wrote for? Star Wars

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? Book of Boba Fett: Footnotes on Love

#no one has to read this

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britany1997 · 1 year

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Hey!

18, 22, 28 for the writing ask!

Thanks friend❤️🖤

18- Do you enjoy research? Which fic of yours required the most research?

Yes I love research! I want my fics to be as accurate as possible! Sometimes I look up little things like drive-in in Santa Cruz, stuff like that lol the fics that required the most research were definitely the Holiday headcanons, like looking into Native American, and Italian holiday traditions and then the background for Hanukkah as well. Then I also did quite a bit of research for my Dwayne x Male reader fic because it was my first smut piece, and because I wanted to do the request justice since I know there’s not quite as many Male reader fics as there are female reader fics

22- Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process? How do you come up with titles?

Mostly before! I title most of my fics based off vibe I’m going for, like I did The Big Bad Wolf before because I knew it was gonna be predator Paul😈 for some of them though I just start putting words on paper and then the vibe builds it self as I’m just stream of consciousness writing and I title it based off the direction I see the story going

28-What area of writing do you want to improve in?

NON-FLUFF I am a fluff machine. It’s all bunnies and rainbows up there fr. I want to break into writing some angst!!! I’m hoping to do that in one of the WIPs I’m working on but we’ll see.

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thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles · 1 year

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Teaching El that Santa isn't breaking and entering

Eleven Hopper x gn!Byers!reader

Byler, Elumax, Jancy, Steddie, Rockie

Warnings: N/A

WC: .4k

The First NoEl Masterlist

“Right, yeah, and he comes down the chimney.” Will was saying as they strung popcorn for the tree. You leaned against the doorway with a fresh bowl of popcorn, intrigued.

“Down the chimney?” El asked, confused. “How does he fit? Is that against the rules?”

“We make our own rules,” Max took one of El’s hands, squeezing it gently. “So does Santa. He just-- schloop! --shrinks and fits down the chimney. Then he leaves presents under the tree.”

“You’re supposed to leave him cookies and milk. And he leaves coal if you’re naughty.”

“But you’re not naughty, El, so don’t worry about it. You have to write him a letter, too.” You set down the bowl and mimed writing. “‘Dear Santa, I’ve been really good this year. I saved the world--’”

“‘Twice’,” Max interrupted. “‘And I was the best girlfriend--’”

“‘And sister--’”

“‘Ever. If you find the time, I want a brand new Santa Cruz skateboard.’”

“‘A new set of paints.’”

“‘Silver, shiny duct tape.’” Max, El and Will all shot you confused glances. “What? You expect me to use the matte silver crap we have? Not happening.”

“Anyway-- ‘I hope you like the cookies we leave out for you! From, El.’” Max finished with a flourish. “But you’re gonna put what you want on the list, not what we want.”

“And then you send it to the North Pole, and you’ll get whatever you put on the list on Christmas morning.”

“Will! Y/n! Come here for a second, yeah?” Jonathan called from the kitchen. When the two of you stood before him, he folded his arms but wore a soft expression. “Santa? Really?”

“She never had the childhood wonder with Santa, Jonathan,” You complained. “She was stuck in that stupid lab and we love her.”

“Sure. But I remember when the both of you found out about Santa. You were cut up about it, and you tried to burn the Christmas tree.”

“I was upset!” You defended.

“We know that she’s gonna have to find out at some point, but why can’t she have a little inexplicable thing? Santa’s awesome.” Will added.

“I guess that’s fine… but one day she’s gonna find out. And you two will be dealing with the repercussions. Got it?”

“Yes, sir! Affirmative, sir!” You gave him your best salute.

Jonathan laughed, ruffling your hair, “Get out of here.”

“..But you leave food for the reindeer, too.”

“Reindeer?”

“They’re like… horses with antlers.”

“Antlers?”

“Horns.”

“Like a unicorn?”

“...Sure.”

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jimhair · 2 years

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Chapter 1 - Stranger In A Strange Land

***Stranger Things Fanfic.

Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

A beaming ray of light shined through a slit in your black curtains. You groggily open your eyes, squinting to adjust to the light of the morning sun. A pit starts to form in your stomach as you start to realize today is the first day at a new school. A wave of dread engulfs you as you start to get out of bed to brave the new day. You were use to change and moving as your parents were constantly moving state to state, due to their military service. Now here you were in a semi-new town in the middle of nowhere Indiana with only a few months of school left. You had visited the small town of Hawkins a couple times before to see your cousin Max and Aunt Susan. At least this time you know someone.

You glance at the alarm clock and realize you still have a few minutes before the alarm even goes off. Might as well get a head start with it being your first day. The outfit your picked out the night before lays on the back of your desk chair. You get dressed and put on a pair of light blue jeans, a black Santa Cruz shirt, and black converses. Tossing last nights worn clothes into a pile in the corner of your bedroom before walking down the hall to the bathroom. You dig through a small moving box still sitting in the bathroom floor, looking for your hair brush. With a quick brush of your long black hair you give a defeated look in the mirror and begin the day.

You grab your bookbag and car keys and head out the door. The only decent thing about moving here is you got a car. And not just any car, but a 1979 Camaro. Well....a used Camaro. It was actually Aunt Susan who gave you the car. After her step-son Billy died in a tragic fire, her soon to be ex-husband Neil couldn’t bare to look at the car and left it with Aunt Susan. Of course your aunt wasn’t about to drive a sports car and Max still had a couple years before she got her license, so lucky you.

As you step into the car you get a whiff of cigarettes and aftershave. Billy’s scent still covered the car. You had only met him once or twice but from what Max had told you, he was an absolute prick. You start the car and head to Max’s trailer to pick her up for school. It was a cool September morning and with the windows rolled down the breeze felt nice. You turn the radio up a little and grimace as you hear Wang Chung playing. You fumble with the knobs until you find something at least barrable to listed to before stopping on Wasted Years by Iron Maiden. Excellent.

You pull up to Max’s place and honk the horn twice to let her know her chariot has arrived. Within a matter of seconds Max is out the door with her headphones on and a skateboard in one hand. Typical Max. She was such an introvert and tomboy, which that must be why you guys got along so well. You watch Max as she walks down the porch steps and stops a moment staring at the car. This must be so weird for her to see me in her dead step-brother’s car, you think to yourself. Before you can continue the thought, Max collects herself and proceeds towards you.

“Good morning stranger.” You greeted Max as she reached for the passenger door handle.

“Hey Y/N.” Max dully replies. You can read her like a book and know something is on her mind. It’s a quiet car ride to school as you drive while Max looks out the window listening to her Walkman. You pull up to the high school and find a parking spot towards the back of the lot. The place is crawling with kids laughing and greeting each other, some for the first time since summer started. Max starts to open the door and grab her things but you put an arm on her shoulder and call out before she can get out.

“Hey Max. You ok? You seem awful quiet.” You asked slightly concerned but understanding she was under a lot of stress today.

“Yeah. I’m fine....promise.” She flashes a unconvincing half smile your way. You know know better than to push Max so you just smile back and nod, “Ok.”. You make your way across the parking lot with Max and push through the front high school doors. The hall is littered with students rekindling with friends and discussing their summer break activities together. You heave a heavy sigh and glance at Max.

“Welcome to Hawking High.” Max says almost sarcastically. “Come on I'll show you around and help you find your locker.”

The white walls and blue lockers line up every hallway. It’s like a maze but thankfully Max knows her way around. We turn a corner and I hear voices screaming Max’s name. You whip around almost smacking another student with your bookbag and see two boys running over to Max. The first one is a slightly chunky boy with curly hair and a truckers cap on. He hugs her and squeezes her while lifting her off the ground briefly. The other is a little taller, very scrawny, with black hair. He says hi and gives Max a fist bump once the other boy lets her down.

“Hey guys.” Max greats the boys has she lowers her headphones.

“Where have you been all spring break!? We have been trying to reach you. Lucas is worried. We all are.” Said the curly haired kid with a slight lisp.

“I've been around.” Max looks down at the floor shifting her feet awkwardly.

“Well Lucas is on the basketball team now and we need someone to cover his spot for our D&D party tonight. Please please please Max. Help us out.” The curly haired boy whined.

Max’s head snapped up and a grin spread across her face.

“Dustin you know I don’t play that stupid game. But..... I know someone who does.” Max looks at you and smirks. Both the boys look your way as if they just realized you had been standing there the whole time. “This is my cousin, Y/N. She just moved here and needs to make some friends anyway. Y/N this is Dustin and Mike.”

They stare at you in disbelief. You give a shy wave and nod at them just as the warning bell rings. The bell brings the boys from their trance.

“Meet us in the AV room at 6 o clock Y/N. Nice to meet you” Dustin says and the boys hurry away to their classes. You give a concerned look to Max, not realizing the path she has just lead you down.

“What? You said you wanted to make friends.” Max says almost laughing.

“Yeah I did. But freshman boys that play D&D was not what I had in mind.” You reply.

Max laughs and hurriedly helps you find homeroom. The rest of the day was a blur. Every classroom seemed just like the last one. You feel out of place not knowing anyone, especially when the teacher in English class tells everyone to find a partner. Most of the student immediately run to their friend and partner up. You and 3 other students just sit in your seats until the teacher walks over to assign you a partner.

“Ok. Brent and Carl, you guys pair up and I'm assigning you to either Great Expectations or Pride and Prejudice. Your choice.” Mrs. Lambert says.

“Ugh Great Expectations I guess?.” Replies one of the boys.

“As you wish.” Replies Mrs. Lambert. “Then that leaves Mr. Munson and....I’m sorry dear. What is your name?”

“Y/N”. You reply in almost a whisper.

“Great. You two can partner up and do your report on Pride and Prejudice. Let me know if you have any questions on the material dear” Mrs. Lambert says leaving a pamphlet on your and your new partner’s desk. Your partner moves over to the open desk next to you and scoots it over until your desks touch while it makes a screeching noise as it crosses the vinyl floor.

“Hi. I’m Eddie.” Your new partner says in a low voice.

“Hi.” You reply nervously. After all these years meeting new people still gives you anxiety. You reach out to shake his hand and notice the many rings on his hands. His curly long brown hair blowing ever so slightly from the breeze of the cracked window next to you. His brown eyes burned into your soul. You notice the Iron Maiden t-shirt and Dio patch on his jacket. Definitely has good taste in music. At least we have something in common. He’s so very intimidating looking though.

“Look I’ll be honest. I have no interest in reading this stupid book. And I don’t want to sabotage you on your first day, so I’m going to speak with Mrs. Lambert after class” Eddie blurted out. You were a little shocked by his honesty and blatantness.

“Actually....I’ve already read this book last year at my old school. And I still have some of my old reports and essays in a box at home. So I could just submit it and we could both get an A and neither has to do any work.” You explain.

His eyebrows raise and a slight smile crosses his stern face. “I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.” He replies and rises from his desk. “Mrs. Lambert, I need to use the little boys room.” He almost sings. You watch as Mrs. Lambert writes him a pass on a pink pad and he walks out the door, glancing over at you before he exits. His dark eyes meet your gaze and he looks away smiling before reaching for the door.

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n30nwrites · 8 months

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Bring Me To Life Masterlist (ONGOING)

All of this time, I can't believe I couldn't see

Kept in the dark, but you were there in front of me

I've been sleeping a thousand years, it seems

Got to open my eyes to everything

Without a thought, without a voice, without a soul

Don't let me die here

(There must be something more) bring me to life

How are you meant to survive in the murder capital of the world? With vampires of all things, and your sibling hates this movie.

Reader: Male Reader, uses Y/N, third person.

Fandom: The Lost Boys

Pairing(s): Michael Emerson x Reader, Paul x Reader, Dwayne x Reader, Marko x Reader, David x Reader, Sam Emerson x Nonbinary! Oc, Edgar Frog x Nonbinary! Oc, Alan Frog x Nonbinary! Oc,

As of posting this (scheduled post) I will be in college and therefore, busy. So updates probably won't be long but as of right now (Currently typing this on 8/8/2023) I am writing the chapters ahead of time so maybe I can consistently post for once.

Starring

You as Y/N

Camren Bicondova as Nik

The Band

In Order;

Julia Roberts as Moonbeam Genesis

Matthew Lillard as Caspian Martin

Heath Ledger as Orion Marksman

Skeet Ulrich as Adonis Parker

Winona Ryder as Rebel Marksman

And The Original cast of the Lost Boys as their assigned characters.

Prologue

In Restless Dreams, I Walked Alone... (Chapter One) All I Ever Wanted, All I Ever Needed... (Pt.1) (Chapter 2)

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reidscanehand · 2 years

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Spencer’s Scheme

Episode 2 of The Love Profile

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x BAUfem! Reader

Category: Fluff

TW: mentions of Haley’s death, mentions of typical BAU violence

Thank you so much for all the love on the first part - I hope you like this one! xx

~ “Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind...” - William Shakespeare ~

It’s not that Spencer hates Penelope’s plan, it’s just that he doesn’t really see its necessity. But that’s not something he can explain, or, rather something he won’t explain.

As much as his teammates like to believe that there is a milieu in which Spencer doesn’t excel, he is not entirely uninformed when it comes to romance. If anything his expansive knowledge of profiling makes the signs a bit hard to miss, plus you and Hotch aren’t exactly subtle.

In regards to you and Hotch, Spencer had suspicions for ages. You’d joined the team in 2008 and you and Spencer were fast friends, having to fend off teasing about a potential relationship between the two of you back then. Teasing which died off super quickly when the much more obvious attraction between you and the Unit Chief grew clearer. Besides that, you and Spencer love each other, but not in that way; you’re like the older sister he never had, and he wouldn’t give up that relationship for the entire world. Plus, your close friendship only succeeded in confirming his beliefs about you and Hotch.

Spencer has, of course, seen all the things the rest of the team has: the shared glances, the too-long stares, the exchange of expressions hinting at inside jokes no one else understood. But Spencer has also seen far more than the others.

Your tactful ability to talk to victims and their families meant that you and Spencer spent a good many cases stuck together at precincts - you interviewing and interrogating, Spencer working the geographical profile and following up on leads and ideas with Penelope on the phone. And this, coupled with the close friendship you share, afforded him the opportunity to see a side of you and Hotch that didn’t come out around the rest of the team. They knew the glances, the soft conversations, and the (rather blatant) occasional shared lunch in Hotch’s office. But away from the others and - Spencer assumes - hoping he’s too distracted by his work to notice, the two of you are a completely different story. Well, not completely different, but more intense.

Spencer doubts the rest of the team would believe the teasing, borderline flirtatious nature of you two on cases. It’s not unprofessional by any means, but far more congenial than either of you ever are on cases. And more smiley than Hotch ever is…ever.

And then, of course, there was the flight from California. A long, but relatively successful case in Santa Cruz ended, as they all did, with a flight back to Quantico. While not an especially long flight, they took off in one timezone and flew into and landed in another, flying into a sunrise, as it happened.

Spencer was so exhausted when he boarded that he forgot to shut his window, meaning the sunrise woke him up. He grumbled quietly, barely opening his eyes to try and shut the window.

“Mocha for the lady,” he heard Hotch whisper. He squinted slightly, opening his eyes fully at the scene in front of him. Were it not for his height, he would’ve missed it all together, but being tall (and, thankfully, being the only one awake) he was able to see, quite clearly, you and Hotch.

You and Hotch sat across from each other the night before at a table near the far end of the jet, closer to the pilot than the rest of the team. However, the two of you are not sitting across from each other now. In what you’d clearly believed to be the privacy of the early morning, the two of you now sat next to each other, the arm rest long abandoned, as you lean against Hotch’s chest to watch the sunrise together. Hotch brought you a cup of coffee - most likely the plain coffee provided, though he’d jokingly referenced it as your favorite mocha - and wrapped an arm around you, his free hand holding his own cup of coffee that he places on the table. He wrapped his other arm around you, pulling you impossibly closer and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You grinned up at him, glowing, both literally and figuratively, as the sunrise illuminated the already shimmering scene.

It was quite picturesque, really, the two of you whispering and giggling softly, unerring smiles painting your faces. Were it not for the surroundings, the two of you could be any normal, romantic couple, drinking your coffee and watching the sunrise. That’s what hit Spencer then - you two were a couple. And he already knew the litany of reasons why you’d keep it to yourselves. He’d shut his eyes again, happy for the both of you and hoping he was the only one that had seen. He had been, thankfully, and it was this knowledge more than anything else that made him oppose Penelope’s plan. You two are already together and, to him at least, it seemed rather invasive to intervene, especially into something so obviously delicate, tender, and private as this.

So Penelope’s phone call late Thursday night is hardly surprising.

“You knew, didn’t you?” she demands when he answers the phone.

“About Hotch and Y/N?” he clarifies. “Of course.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asks, the demand in her voice calming slightly at his honesty.

Spencer sighs deeply, thinking about it, “Because...Y/N is one of my best friends in the whole wide world and she deserves the happiest ending possible. And...and after everything that happened...after all the stuff with Haley and Foyet...Hotch deserves something good.”

“I’m not disagreeing with any of that,” Penelope fights back, “I just-”

“Even if that means,” Spencer cuts her off, “keeping it private.”

Penelope is quiet for a moment and then she huffs in annoyance, “I hate how right you are all the time.”

Spencer chuckles heartily, “I must say, it never gets old.”

Penelope gives a non-comittal laugh, “I wouldn’t know. Clearly.”

“Don’t say that,” Spencer assures her. “You’re the best person ever, Garcia, you just wanted to make sure they’re happy. And you weren’t wrong...they just don’t really...we just shouldn’t get involved.”

“So what are we gonna do?” Penelope asks conspiratorially.

“We?” he asks in surprise, his pitch rising.

“Yes, ‘we’, we are the only ones that know the truth,” Penelope informs him like it’s obvious. “Do you think we could stop everyone else?”

Spencer shifts in his chair, thinking for a moment, “I don’t think there’s much we can do except tell the others that our plans failed and...hope for the best.”

Penelope sighs over the phone again after pausing, “I think you’re right again, genius.”

~~~

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sankyeom · 4 years

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splash! | l.jy

pairings: lee juyeon x reader genre: lifeguard!juyeon, summer love, strangers to lovers summary: in which you fall in love with the lifeguard at the hotel pool during your summer vacation and don’t want to have to say goodbye word count: 5.1k warnings: i said bullshit like once i think requested: nope, this is the result of me having a daydream about lifeguard juyeon and missing my home in santa cruz a lot bc i’m overseas right now note: i should have called this water after the boyz’ song, but i already made the banner say splash and i was too lazy to change it. also i was picturing ddd era juyeon for this fic so keep that in mind if you want 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

The salty air blowing in the breeze wasn’t a familiar scent, but you welcomed it as you draped yourself across the beach lounge chair by the hotel pool. You couldn’t have been more thankful for your best friend who surprised you with a beach-side vacation for the summer. Your third year of University had been difficult to say the least, and after your friend had seen you buried in books and notes, they decided enough was enough.

“Didn’t I say this was a good idea?” your best friend asked, shielding their face with a broad-brimmed sun hat. The two of you had opted to lounge by the pool for the day instead of hitting the beach, mostly because your friend wasn’t particularly fond of the ocean.

“Yes,” you hummed in agreement. “Didn’t I already acknowledge that you’re a genius?” you retorted, turning on your side to face your best friend. They made a vaguely dismissive motion with their hand, eliciting a laugh from you as you decided what book to read while you soaked up some sun.

A shout interrupted your thoughts. “Hey!” the call came from the lifeguard up on the tall wooden chair that designated his position. Your eyes followed the sound, intrigued by the sudden call. The man in question was tall, slender, and broad-shouldered, with light brown hair and honey blond highlights. He was speaking into a megaphone and seemed to be targeting a group of teenage boys. “They’re not interested. Stop bothering them and go along with your day,” you noticed the group of boys in question seemed to be lingering near some teenage girls. They scowled at the lifeguard, faces clearly displaying their embarrassment at being called out. It seemed as though they wanted to reply, perhaps say something snooty about them being guests there, but the lifeguard wouldn’t have it. “Don’t make me go down there. I will go down there,” he warned.

You cracked a smile as the group of boys mumbled to one another before stalking off with glares on their faces. “Well that was nice of him,” your friend had peeked out from under their sunhat long enough to witness the encounter. “He’s pretty cute,” they observed.

Pretty cute was an understatement.

As far as bodies went, his was clearly well maintained and rather impressive, but his face was what had caught your attention initially. He had clear, sharp eyes and a small, slender nose. His dyed hair made him appear to almost glow in the summer sun, skin tanned from being outside all day long. When you glanced down to observe his face, you realised you had been glancing at the stranger’s lips for far longer than socially acceptable and decided to just look away.

“I saw that,” your friend pointed out. “You think he’s more than just pretty cute, huh?” they teased you, wiggling their eyebrows as best as they could to further taunt you.

“No, don’t be ridiculous,” you lied, risking another look back at the lifeguard.

You hadn’t realised it, but the fairly close proximity to the lifeguard’s chair gave Juyeon both a clear view of you and your friend as well as the ability to hear your chatter. Having noticed you earlier as well, Juyeon could feel his ears burning with embarrassment as the two of you locked eyes. When you and your friend arrived, you had caught his attention because the two of you looked like you were very close and having a lot of fun. His summer job thus far had been anything but fun, and the way you looked when you laughed was simply radiant.

Noticing the tension in the area, your friend beamed. “Do you need me to work my magic?” they wondered, taking their hat off and giving you their full attention.

“You don’t have any magic,” you hissed back, breaking eye contact with the cute lifeguard to hush your friend. “And don’t be so loud, he’s not that far away,” you added in a whisper.

“Oh honey,” your friend sighed. “You need all the help you can get. Leave this to me,” they winked, taking off their cover up as you began to protest.

“No, stop that,” you whisper-yelled. “What are you doing, why are you-“ you cut yourself off as your friend not-so-elegantly dove into the pool. You exhaled loudly, looking up at the sky and hoping to any god that existed that your friend wasn’t going to embarrass you.

When your friend started swimming and going nowhere near the lifeguard, you decided you could calm down and not worry about their actions anymore. That was until your friend started shouting and flailing about in the pool, calling out for the lifeguard to help them as they struggled in the water. You furrowed your brows together. They were a perfect swimmer, there was no way they could really be drowning in a pool shallow enough for them to stand.

Without waiting, the lifeguard gracefully dove into the pool and paddled towards your best friend. “I’ve got you, you’re okay,” he told your friend, pulling them towards the edge of the pool. Still, your friend made a big show out of panicking and clinging onto him as he lifted them out of the water.

“Please,” you friend said between exaggerated coughs. “Get my friend,” they pleaded.

You groaned. This had been their plan all along.

With quick steps, you made your way towards the pair. “Are you okay?” you asked your friend, narrowing your eyes at them in warning. Translation: you’re so dead when we’re alone.

Their eyes widened as they nodded. “I had a leg cramp,” they explained innocently, stretching out their right leg and wincing. “Oh look, all better!” with that they jumped up happily and walked back to your lounge chairs.

Your jaw dropped in surprise at their actions as they left you and the lifeguard to kneel on the floor alone. His eyes drifted back to meet yours and he coughed, reaching up to rub the back of his neck with flushed cheeks. The way your eyes peered curiously at him made him want to squeal like an excited child, but Juyeon managed to restrain himself. “Um, I hope they’re okay,” he said awkwardly instead.

“I’m sure they’ll be fine,” you assured him, feeling your face warm up. “Um, I’m really sorry about them,” you tried to apologise for your friend’s obvious, and terrible, acting.

The handsome lifeguard blinked innocently at you. “Oh, it’s fine. Leg cramps are really common and I wouldn’t want anyone getting hurt under my watch,” then he smiled in a way that made your insides melt, and you had to remind yourself to breathe.

He was the definition of breathtaking, and he seemed innocent and sweet enough to believe that your friend had really been in peril, which made him all the more cute. “I’m Juyeon,” he introduced himself, going to hold out his hand for you to shake before realising it was wet, and lowering it.

“I’m Y/n,” you replied, a laugh naturally escaping you without even trying. He was too sweet.

By the time you made your way back to your friend, they were already grinning at you with a knowing look on their face. “And you said I don’t have any magic,” they scoffed. “I wrote the book on magic, okay?”

“That was embarrassing as hell,” you said instead of agreeing with them. “Never do that again.”

Your friend ignored you. “What’s his name?” they asked.

You paused, getting comfortable on the lounge chair before facing them. “Juyeon,” you answered, and that was just as good as admitting their absurd plan had worked for your friend.

The bonfire was almost twice your own height by the time you arrived at the beach. Your friend had caught wind of the midnight bonfire from one of the waiters at the breakfast bar that morning, and had begged you to go almost all day long. After not seeing Juyeon at the pool all day, you were in the mood to get out of your head and eventually agreed to go.

You felt stupid looking for the lifeguard after only meeting him once, but there was something about him that made you want to get to know him better. Good looks aside, he was sweet and innocent and he had made your vacation a little more interesting by being your summer crush.

The night was slightly chilly, making you relieved that you had thought ahead and worn a cardigan so that you wouldn’t be cold. “Let’s get closer,” your friend suggested before dragging you to stand right by the fire pit. “Oh! It’s you,” their cheeky tone warned you of the fact that they had bumped into Juyeon before you even saw him. He looked comfortable in a short sleeve button up and jeans, and the fire illuminated his honey skin to make him appear as though he was truly glowing. “You saved my life,” your friend told him.

He laughed a low chuckle. “Ah, it’s just my job,” he waved it off with a small shrug. Then, his eyes met yours. “It’s good to see you again, Y/n,” Juyeon greeted.

The fact that he remembered your name shouldn’t have been such a big deal, but it definitely felt like a sign to you. You smiled. “You too,” you assured him. “What brings you here?”

“My friends Kevin and Jacob organised the bonfire,” Juyeon explained, pointing them out nearby. “I figured I might as well do something other than work all summer long,” he added with a bashful smile.

“Great idea,” your friend chimed. “I’m going to get some drinks, Y/n?” they offered but you waved them off, uninterested. Music started playing softly through a bluetooth speaker, and for a moment you were nervous that Juyeon would ask you to dance. You weren’t so confident in your ability to remember to breathe around him, nonetheless actually dance in an appealing way.

Almost as if he sensed your nerves, Juyeon held out his hand to you. “Want to see something cool?” he offered, titling his head slightly at you. Shrugging, you took his hand and let him lead you away from the bonfire and to a darker part of the beach.

“This is super suspicious, just so you know,” you informed him in a teasing tone. You weren’t actually nervous to be alone with Juyeon, there was something soothing about his presence that made you feel at ease.

Juyeon laughed. “Don’t you trust me?” he teased you right back.

“Well,” you hummed. “All I know about you is that you’re a lifeguard, your name is Juyeon, and that your friends are all back at the bonfire along with mine.”

“All the more reason to follow me,” he grinned, coming to a stop further down the beach. “Now,” Juyeon said, gently taking you by the shoulders to stand in front of him. “Look at this,” he pointed up, and you followed his finger until you saw a small cluster of golden lights leisurely twirling through the air.

Realisation struck you and you gasped audibly. “Oh my god,” you exclaimed. “Are those fireflies?”

Said fireflies were floating about the sky, some above you and some lower at the water, exploring their surroundings. “You ever seen those before?” you shook your head at Juyeon’s question. “They usually like to be in marshy, forest areas. But the other night I saw them close to here, exploring the shore.”

“This is incredible,” you admitted, eyes following the small glowing insects as they soar. “What makes them glow?” you asked, feeling Juyeon’s chest against your back as he inched closer.

“Isn’t it obvious? It’s the same reason you and I are here right now,” you turn your head to look at Juyeon, curious. He was already smiling, as if he knew something that you didn’t. “Chemistry,” he whispered, making you laugh.

“That was cheesy.”

“Maybe so, but it’s true, isn’t it?”

You nod. “I suppose so,” you manage to agree.

Juyeon smiles. “Do you think I could kiss you?”

“I definitely think you should.”

When he kissed you, your eyes closed and you saw little dots of gold on the inside of your eyelids, perfectly mimicking the glow of the fireflies surrounding the both of you.

After your kiss with Juyeon, he seemed to be appearing everywhere you looked. At the pool when he was on duty, at the bar you and your friend were snacking at during his breaks, the beach during the sunset, and the dining hall for dinner. Your friend was pleased that you were finding something – or rather, someone – to entertain and soothe you after the difficult year you had at University.

Before you exited the pool for the day, Juyeon leaned down to whisper in your ear: “Meet me at the gate at midnight,” without any further explanation. Excited to spend more time with him, you easily nodded in agreement and left to tell your friend about your evening plans.

When the time came, you made your way down to the pool’s gate to meet Juyeon, finding it locked since the pool closed before sundown. As Juyeon approached you in a pair of board shorts and a t-shirt, waving a key in the air with an excited glint in his eyes, you quickly figured out what his plans for your night were. “Are you up for a midnight swim?” Juyeon wondered, greeting you with a hug. The small act of affection made an unavoidable and automatic smile appear on your lips.

“I’m up for anything,” you replied, winding your arms around his waist and leaning back enough to smile at Juyeon. “As long as you don’t get into trouble for it?” you added, eyeing the thick metal lock on the pool gates.

“I won’t get in trouble if we don’t get caught,” he retorted with a small wink, lifting his hand to gently stroke your cheek with his thumb. This was something you liked a lot about being with Juyeon: everything always felt easy and relaxed. “I’ve never gone for a midnight dip before, and I figure a lit-up pool is safer than the ocean.”

“Ah yes,” you laughed. “Safety first. How could I forget that I’m amidst Lee Juyeon, lifeguard extraordinaire.”

Juyeon burst out laughing at your words, eyes crinkling with his widened grin. He gave a shy smile when he was done, opening the gate to the pool for you and allowing you to enter first. Slightly excited at the idea of sneaking around with Juyeon, you made your way towards the pool, closely followed by Juyeon.

As you and Juyeon started undressing down to your bathing suits, you eyed the empty lifeguard chair that he usually occupied. “You’re pretty distracting up there on your little chair, you know?” you admitted, tucking your hair behind your ears.

“Me?” Juyeon exclaimed, pausing while attempting to take off his t-shirt. “I’m the one that has to work and pretend that I’m not sneaking glances at you every minute because you’re so captivating,” he argued, shaking his head in disbelief.

You snuck a quick look at his torso, half exposed from where he was paused. “You’re clueless,” you accused with a sigh, not understanding how Juyeon couldn’t understand how attractive he was. “Now hurry up, I want to swim,” you added with a slight whine.

At your encouragement, the two of you had soon made your way into the lukewarm water of the pool, gently splashing each other in a playful manner. Rather than swimming laps or diving in the water, you and Juyeon decided to stand in the water next to each other and see how the water trickled from your hands to his, underneath yours.

Although the silence wasn’t uncomfortable, you still wished to know more about the boy in front of you. “What’s your biggest fear?” you wondered, watching how little droplets of water sliding down the side of your palm fell into Juyeon’s larger palm.

Each time your fingertips brushed against his palm, tingles shot from the very tips of your fingers down to your toes. Warmth spread throughout your body. You always felt warm when you were with Juyeon.

Juyeon made a quiet sound akin to a chuckle, but thought about his answer. “Heartbreak,” he told you. You paused playing with the water to observe his expression. Usually, his eyes smiled whenever you looked at him. Now, his eyes seemed to be lost in something else.

“Funny,” you said. “That’s mine, too.”

The realisation that whatever the two of you were doing – be it dating casually or just having an exciting summer fling – might end in both of your biggest fear put a temporary stop to the careless relaxation you had been experiencing up until that point.

“I guess we just won’t break each other’s hearts,” Juyeon said it so simply that you believed him.

Believed that you could have nothing but a small, summer fling with Juyeon. That maybe you wouldn’t fall for the kind-eyed man in front of you, and that your summer wouldn’t end in heartbreak.

So you smiled back at him and agreed.

Silently, you and Juyeon agreed to keep things fun and casual that summer. You had in depth conversations about your hopes and dreams for your futures; the lives you intended to live after your education was over. However, you never told one another things about your everyday lives that could make you get attached to one another. You didn’t speak about where you lived, your daily schedule, or what you looked for in a partner.

Lying beside Juyeon, your thighs brushing his and hands intertwined on his chest, felt comfortable; familiar. The night was still fairly warm out despite it being well past midnight, and the two of you had decided to lie down by the beach and admire the night sky.

The stars were so bright that evening, glowing and shimmering as if they had come out just so you could admire them. The glow they released felt like little fireflies hung up in the sky, as though you could reach out and touch them.

“I don’t know,” you answered Juyeon’s question about what you wanted to do as a career. Your tone caused Juyeon to turn his head to face you. His hair was still damp, and it fell flat against his forehead in a short fringe. You angled your body to face his, raising your hand to run your fingers through his hair. The intimate action didn’t seem to bother Juyeon, and you tried to ignore the way it made your stomach swirl. “I’m always scared to think about it. I just finished my third year of Uni, and I still have no idea what I want to do.”

“You have all the options in the world open to you,” Juyeon rephrased your troubles lightly. “All you have to do is reach out and take them.” he paused, closing his eyes to relish in the feeling of your hands in his hair. “I know what I want to do.”

“Yeah?” you asked, tightening Juyeon’s zip-up hoodie around your frame as the breeze blew stronger; the sound of waves crashing against the shore music to your ears. “What’s that?”

“I want to be a dancer,” Juyeon said. “I want to perform for others and tell a story. I want to sweat and bleed and hurt for it. Because I want to be perfect,” he chuckled. “I guess that’s my fatal flaw. Perfectionism.”

“Perfectionism is hardly fatal,” you disagreed. “Then go out there. Hurt and bleed and do it.”

“I wish it were that easy,” Juyeon muttered, pulling you gently against him. The moderate rhythm of his heart beat tenderly against your ear. “I just don’t know how to tell my parents. They still think I’m majoring in Economics. Guess I have one more year to tell them,” somehow, his statement managed to make the both of you laugh.

You mentally noted that you were in the same year of University, something personal that the both of you had agreed not to talk about. It would be foolish to get your hopes up about Juyeon wanting something serious with you; you forced yourself to let go of the idea altogether.

After all, you were scared of heartbreak too.

“Why is it so easy to talk to you?” Juyeon marvelled. “When I’m with my friends, I always feel like I never have a clue about anything. They’re always faster, wittier, and smarter than me. But with you, I feel like I can take my time.”

Your breath hitched in your throat as you pondered on how to respond. Not only had Juyeon captured exactly how you felt around him, but he had made a statement so personal that you couldn’t ignore it.

“You can take your time,” you decided to say. “We have all summer long.”

As the summer was coming to an end, you were already dreading having to say goodbye to Juyeon. He introduced you to his friends throughout the summer, too. Jacob and Kevin from the bonfire, and Hyunjae the bartender from the hotel bar. You understood what Juyeon meant about feeling slow; his friends were balls of energy and quick-wit. You had spent every night with him, walking the beach, exploring the island, and forgetting any of your troubles. The next day, you would always bring your friend to the places you had adventured through the night before; recounting your escapades with Juyeon and admiring how different things looked in the light.

“You really like this guy,” your friend realised immediately. “And not just in a hot lifeguard way.”

You smiled sadly. “Yeah,” you admitted. “I don’t want to say goodbye to him.” The view of the beach during the day with the sun shining wasn’t the same as the way the beach appeared at night. You almost wanted it to be dark every time you went to the ocean.

Your friend smiled. “Maybe you don’t have to? Long distance relationships can work out, too.”

“He doesn’t want to be in a relationship,” you denied.

With a small shake of their head, your friend asked “How do you know that?”

“Because he’s afraid of heartbreak,” you looked out into the sea, observing the families and couples playing in the water together and laughing.

“I’ve heard that before,” your friend recalled all the times you used that as an excuse during the semester. “You know, I love heartbreak.” With wide eyes, you faced your friend to listen to their reasoning. “If I get heartbroken, at least it means I felt something.”

“Well, yes,” you allowed. “But why would you want to put yourself and your feelings out in the world, only to have them broken and exploited?”

“Who cares?” your friend said. “Who cares if my feelings get broken and exploited? How am I ever going to feel anything – love, happiness, admiration – if I’m so scared of being hurt that I never let myself feel it to begin with?”

You knew your friend was right. The more you got to know Juyeon, the more you knew that no matter how hard you tried, it was impossible to prevent yourself from feeling an emotion you truly felt.

“I know that,” you confessed in a mumble. “That doesn’t mean that he feels the same.”

“Maybe you should try asking him?” your friend proposed. “Maybe he’ll surprise you. And maybe you should do it today, before we have to leave this afternoon,” they added, patting you gently on the shoulder and giving you their best encouraging smile.

You had already told Juyeon that you were leaving that day. He had mentioned that he had a shift at the pool in the early afternoon, but he promised that he would get away and say his goodbyes to you.

Perhaps you were holding on to his promise a little too tightly. That was why you felt so destroyed when Juyeon never showed, and you had to get the taxi on the way to the airport so you wouldn’t miss your flight.

“Are you okay?” your friend asked, sympathetic to your feelings.

“I’m okay,” you said. “Maybe I shouldn’t be so scared of being heartbroken. It seems like I have no control over that, anyway.”

When autumn came, you welcomed the cold.

The cold meant that you no longer had to think about Juyeon. Autumn in Seoul meant the leaves falling in magnificent shades of burnt orange and yellow, and it also meant going back to University for your final year of your degree. When school started again, you were thankful for the distraction. The more specialised and specific your classes became, the better idea you got of what you wanted to do with your degree in the future.

Coming out of a counselling session with your career counsellor, you felt confident with the options the two of you had come up with for careers to look in to. “I’ll be at the café soon,” you told your friend over the phone, almost rolling your eyes at their excitement over it being Friday. “Yes I promise. No more than ten minutes. Yes, I swear.”

As you hung up the phone, you hardly noticed someone in a black coat walking by you. “I’m so sorry!” the man exclaimed, picking up your dropped phone and handing it over to you. “I hope nothing happened to it,” he said.

You examined your phone, discovering that the screen wasn’t cracked and seemed to be functioning just find. “Don’t even worry about it,” you assured the man, glancing up at his bespectacled face. You paused. “I’m sorry, are you Jacob?” you asked him, vaguely recognising his face.

The man chuckled. “Kevin, actually,” he corrected. “It’s Y/n, right?”

“Yeah. I’m sorry,” you said. “I’m not so great with names. Not that I was really trying to remember this summer, anyway,” you added awkwardly.

Kevin hummed. “Do you go to school here?”

“I do,” you nodded.

“Me too,” Kevin smiled.

Your eyes widened. “You go to school with Juyeon, though,” you recalled. “That means…”

“He goes here too,” Kevin finished for you. He studied your expression. “You should really talk to him. I think that a few things got mixed up between you guys and I’d hate for you to keep thinking poorly of my friend.”

Talking to Juyeon again just when you were getting over thinking of him didn’t seem like the wisest idea to you. And yet, “Okay,” you agreed. “I’ll meet him.”

It seemed almost too ironic that Juyeon was waiting for Kevin in the same café your friend was waiting in. When you saw the two sitting together, you realised why your friend was so desperate to get you to the café quickly. Sneaky.

“Hey,” you greeted Juyeon, taking a seat opposite him as your friend and Kevin gave you some privacy.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t meet you,” Juyeon apologised. “I know this sounds ridiculous but I got fired for breaking into the pool at night.”

You hadn’t been expecting that. “What?”

“The manager saw that someone had been breaking into the pool after hours. It seemed that he hadn’t gotten the keys on the nights where I locked up, so he pretty quickly figured out who it was,” Juyeon was sheepish to admit. “They escorted me out of the hotel so I couldn’t stay to talk to you.”

“Why didn’t you call?” you wondered.

Juyeon smirked. “It’s not like we exchanged numbers,” he argued.

“That stupid not falling in love and not getting heartbroken bullshit,” you sighed.

Juyeon rose an eyebrow. “You think it’s bullshit too?” he asked. “Glad to hear it. I was getting pretty sick of it by the end of the summer too.”

“Tell me about it,” you grinned. “So, we go to the same University,” you stated the obvious.

“Looks like it,” Juyeon grinned back at you. “I don’t know. It almost seems like it’s fate or something.”

You snorted. “Fate? Three months ago you refused to fall in love, and now you believe in fate?”

“People change,” Juyeon defended himself. “Especially when they meet someone worth changing for.”

You rose an eyebrow in surprise. “Oh really?”

Juyeon leaned forward. “Go on a date with me,” he requested. You merely smiled disbelievingly at him. “Seriously,” Juyeon insisted, eyes slightly narrowed with focus. “I’ve had three months to get to know you and I’ve been missing you for two more. I don’t want to wait anymore.”

Your stomach fluttered with butterflies. You didn’t have to think about your answer for even one second. You were already head over heels for him. “And if we get heartbroken?” you asked quietly.

Juyeon cocked his head to the side, his familiar eye-smile appearing as he realised you felt the same as him. “Then at least I know that I loved you.”

note: this took me so long to write i’ve been working on it for a whole month. i hope you enjoyed it!!

updated note: guys i wrote this fic a year before thrill ride came out i basically predicted the future lmaooo

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