#he's got those blank eyes.... if he wasn't smiling then I'd assume it was dark impulses Mikey

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Look i get what they were going for here but with Mikey's eyes they've just made him look like dark impulses Mikey.

Tokyo revengers x animate

[venushasvixens]

Ch. 4 Back to Beginnings -Life is But a Dream (Spike Spiegel x Reader)

 WARNING: mild sexual content 

- 

The cool air that snuck its way between the buildings blew into you harshly. You placed your hand over your mouth, silencing yourself. You clenched your jaws to keep yourself from chattering, afraid that every little thing was going to give your position away. Whoever you were chasing should've been hiding from you, not from them. 

You could hear running in the distance against the pavement, echoing in the alley. It grew closer and closer. Your heartbeat was in your throat, threatening to jump out. You could feel the soft pulse through your fingertips. You couldn't tell if it was from the cold, or from the adrenaline. Was it a bad time to admit you needed to pee? 

You were a horrible bounty hunter. You were too loud, you were clumsy with your gun, and body is just far too slow to give chase. Matter of fact, you looked rather ridiculous. But then again, everybody has to start somewhere, right? 

Home was far away from here, across the solar system. And as much as you were homesick, fuel for your small, dingy ship cost money, and that was something that you did not possessed at the moment. Not one single woolong. Maybe a few coins and a token from the local arcade. You needed this bounty, and you needed it now. 

The running grew louder and louder, the noise filling the alley. You squeezed the handle of your gun, afraid that your it was going to slip. Suddenly, the footsteps stopped. You never really prayed before, but maybe you should start now. One step echoed in the alley. Then another. And then another. Each one growing louder than the next. 

You placed your finger on the trigger gently, your hand surprisingly steady. You could see the outline of the woman that was now hunting you, her silhoutte growing bigger and bigger. Even though you were in the shadows of the alley, you definitely were sure that she could see you in the dark clear as day. Then she stopped, maybe a few feet in front of you. In an attempt to scare you, maybe elicit a reaction from you, she flipped out the barrel of her gun, spinning it, and popping it back in, over and over. 

"You're sure one shitty bounty hunter." she spoke. You could hear the smile in her voice, one of the last insults in your short life. You could also hear the age as well, scratchy and hoarse. "But what I will let you keep for the next minute is the smallest bit of nerve for trying to take me out." 

"You have nerve now to assume that I'll accept that." you blurted out without thinking. It may have been stupid, but do you have all the time in the world now to think it over? 

 She scoffed. " Oh, please. You're the one thinking that I'll give up myself that easily. And to a little girl with a gun." 

You swallowed. "You're not wrong, but I might surprise you." 

"Hiding in an alley waiting for the enemy to come to her? Yes, that is very surprising." she cackled, her hair flaying everywhere in the wind. Her arms outstretched, like a villain who just told the hero their heinous plan to take over the world. The dramatics certainly didn't work on you, but you sure thought it was funny. 

You start laughing as you got up and dusted yourself off. Not in a mocking tone, or in a conniving way. It was totally genuine. She noticed this, and immediately stopped laughing.  

"What"s so goddamn funny?" she ran up on you, her faces inches away from yours. You continued laughing, your head down. "Tell me, or I'll blow your fucking brains out!"

She stuck her gun underneath your chin, snarling and hurling threats at you. This still didn't stop your hysterics. "I-i think.." you couldn't even finish this sentence without a chuckle or too. "I-i honestly think.."

"You think? Spit. It. Out." she growled. 

You smiled. "I think.. you are sure one shitty criminal. Your barrel's been empty since your laughing fit a minute ago." 

Her face went blank as she looked at her gun, the barrel unloaded. 

 "Also all your bullets are on the ground behind you." You stated, your mouth into a fine line. She back up, accidentally stepping on few of the bullets. Her legs flew up, landing on her back. You could hear her start wincing and groaning.

"Seriously, how old is your gun?" You snatched her gun out of her hands, inspecting it. At a first glance, it could've been mistaken for a prop gun in an spaghetti western movie. "Wow, this is older than you. And you're ancient."

"Its my lucky gun. Its been with me since I first started in the game." She muttered. She struggled to pick herself up, but before she could, you swiped underneath her knees. She buckled down, stunned.

"I don't think I can let you off that easy. After all, I'm just a little girl with a gun, I don't know what I'm doing." You shrugged.

You aimed your gun at her leg and fired, the shot echoing. Your bounty gasped in shock, then started wailing in agonizing pain. Clutching her leg, she cried out. "Are you fucking insane?!"

"No, I'm just tired." You sighed. "Alright, let's pack it up, John Wayne."

- 

As you finished the story, Spike and Jet could not stop laughing. It wasn't that funny. But with at least with five shots in, it was hilarious. 

"John Wayne?!" Jet choked out, clutching his chest.

 "I'm not kidding."You smiled. "I thought I was a total badass." 

As you all tried to catch your breath, Spike waved over another round of shots. Jet noticed this, and put his hands up. 

"No more, Spike." he said, yawning and stretching. "I think its time we hit the hay." 

"Oh come on, Jet. At least stay for one more round." you lied, secretly wanting Jet to leave so you could have Spike all to yourself. It felt so odd, wanting someone you barely knew near you. Before today's events, you caught yourself multiple times delving into fantasies where you were confessing your love and affection to this mysterious man, and him returning just as much. He would place his hands on either sides of your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb. His eyes looking into yours,  And then, that classic fairy tale moment would come. A sweet, soft tender kiss, and the flying off into the sunset. Then you realize that you were just creating a version of him that you wanted, and that he probably wasn't thinking of you at all. 

And then there was moments where your mind wanders off, and you begin to think of all the ways he could absolutely destroy you. Emotionally and physically, but mainly physically. You imagined the way he would pin you against the wall, cornering you in.  Trailing his lips against your neck, biting and kissing that sensitive spot that made you go crazy. He would grab your hair, pulling your head back to face him. It wouldn't be harshly, but that he had full control of you. Spike would crash his lips against yours, desperately and passionately, like it was the last time he would ever kiss someone. 

Moaning and whining for more, you would try to snake your wrists from his grip to touch him.  But he would keep you pinned down, only torturing you more. 

"I don't think you deserve to touch me, " he would tease, pulling back from you. "Unless I hear you beg for it. Tell me how bad you want me to fuck you." 

After that, you would put a lid on it for the moment. You would feel the immediate need to drink some water, and an even greater need to take a cold shower. Its not that you didn't want these thoughts, its just you didn't want them to intrude on your mind when you were  conversing with THAT person. Who was now trying to get your attention because you were spacing off. You were spacing off so bad, you hadn't realized that Jet actually did leave, and it was just you and Spike. 

"Hey," he said, waving his head in front of you, "you okay?" 

You nodded, hoping that it wasn't obvious that you were thinking of Spike fucking you six ways to Sunday. "Yeah I'm good! Why you ask?" 

"You were just staring at me like I was a piece of meat." he replied, lighting another cigarette. 

"Well, I don't even like meat, so." you smirked, taking a sip from your drink. 

He raised his eyebrows. "From what I saw earlier at dinner, I know that is a fucking lie." 

You giggled, twirling the small stirring straw in your cup. A little tipsy, and more confident than you usually were, right now was the perfect time to flirt. 

"I do like a sausage every now and then, but, "you shrugged, looking anywhere other than Spike. That was a little too bold. You looked back at Spike, who was just smirking away. 

"I think I'll that hang in the air for just a minute." he replied. 

"I'm sorry, it was just there. I had to." you chuckled. 

You noticed the faintest bit of blush on Spike's face. It could've been from the amounts of drinks he had, or the teasing earlier. You were pretty sure that it was from the drinks. Little comments like those definitely didn't influence that one bit. Or did it? 

"How longer on you planning on staying here?" Spike asked. 

"Until I'm ready to go to bed, and I'm wired." you responded, a little discouraged if Spike was implying that it was time that all parties were going home. 

"No, I mean staying here on the planet. I'll be here until next week." he said. 

"Oh my bad." you replied, your face burning slightly in embarassment. "I think the same as you, until next week. "

"Ah, okay." Spike mumbled. He looked at the tabletop, you both sitting in complete silence. What he said next made your heart jump into your throat. 

"I was just wondering if you maybe wanted to do this next week? Dinner and drinks?" He asked, finishing his cigarette. "Right before we leave, I mean." 

As much as you wanted giggle like a school girl, you played it cool. "Mr. Spiegel, it sure does sounds like you're asking me on a date." 

Spike leaned his head on his hand. "And what if I am?"

"I'd say yes. I need a little fun every now and then." you stated, mirroring Spike.

You both sat there in silence for a little bit. You wanted to say something else, but the silence was doing just right for now. Talking to someone was nice, but just enjoying another person's presence? That felt just right. 

"Question?" you asked. 

"Answer." Spike replied. 

"What  do you do for fun, besides drinking and being cool?" you smiled. 

Spike chuckled. He sat there, thinking. "If you would like, I can show you." he finally said. 

"Show me. I'll follow you wherever you go." you said, taking that last shot. 

"Alright, follow my lead then." Spike said, getting up. He held his hand out to you. You  took it, jumping out of the booth. You staggered backwards, but Spike wrapped his arm around your shoulders to steady you

"Easy there." he grinned. You were a little too tipsy to care about Spike touching you, but it was gladly welcomed with open arms. 

"Let me show you were the real fun is." 

- 

The real fun was in a small jazz bar, with a single man on stage playing the sultry notes of a saxophone. You were prepared for anything, but you thought it was going to be a little bit more exciting than this. But if this is what Spike likes, then you will definitely respect that. 

He sat next you, his arm on his knee, leaning his head in his hand. He looked mellowed out, a blank expression. You were watching him out of the corner of your eye, seeing if his face would change. But it didn't. He kind of looked bored. Hoping you weren't making him bored, you cleared your throat. That got his attention. 

"Hmm?" he asked, his eyes still fixated on the saxophone player. 

"How often do you come here?" you asked him. 

He sighed, leaning back. "Man, I want to say every time I'm on Mars. I've been going to this place since I was younger. Its almost like a safe haven for me. Where do you think I get my good taste in music from?" 

You nodded, chuckling. "I get that." 

"Besides drinking and enjoying some good music," you continued, "what else do you like to do? I already told you my hobbies earlier at dinner, so I guess its your turn to spill." 

Spike leaned backwards, hands interlocked in the back of his head. "My hobbies." he thought. "I want to say make money, eat, and go to sleep." 

You smiled. "No, I'm serious. What do you like to do for fun?" 

"I'm serious too. Now that I think about it, I want to add on watching TV and practicing some punches, so I'm not too rusty." he replied. 

"Who do you practice punches on? Not on anyone on the Bebop, I hope." you said. 

"If I could, I would. Some of them really do know how to push my buttons." he muttered, sticking a cigarette in his mouth, but not lighting it. 

"I'm not pushing any buttons by interrogating you, am I?" you asked, leaning closer. 

"Of course not. I'm just answering some questions for a curious cat." Spike winked at you. 

Your heart felt like it was going to pop out of your chest, this man was so fucking fine. You bit down your lip, tapping your leg. You hope it wasn't too noticeable that Spike's flirting was taking a HUGE toll on you. You couldn't go back on to your thoughts from earlier, you can't right now. If you did, boy you were in for a treat back at your ship. 

The silence this time was a little different, like something was off. You were expecting the conversation to bounce back, but it didn't. As much as you wanted to initiate talking, you felt like you could be talking too much.  Spike was quiet, and he hadn't really changed positions for a hot minute. You now knew that when Spike got like this, he was thinking. His face would be expressionless, tapping his leg lazily, and just staring whatever direction he felt was necessary. During dinner, while you and Jet were talking, he would get quiet and travel off into his own little space. Now that it was you and Spike, you felt like you were intruding on something. 

You turned your focus back onto the music. Coursing their way into your ears, the deep notes felt like they were pulsing in your body. You still couldn't get over the air between you and Spike. It felt a little somber. 

"Hey," you said softly, touching his arm, "is everything okay?" 

Spike looked at you, his eyes turned down a little. He looked right back at him, waiting on a response. His eyes traveled from your eyes, down to your lips, and then to the rest of you. Was he checking you out? His lips formed a soft smile. 

"Yeah, I'm okay, " he said, "but besides that, did I ever tell you how nice you look tonight?" 

As flattered as you were, you were still concerned over Spike. "No, but thank you. Spike, seriously, you seem off. You were just fine and chatty earlier, but your vibe is definitely off." 

"I don't think we've been hanging out that much for you to see that." Spike shot back. 

"Yes, but I kind of got a knack for reading people." you replied, crossing your arms. You were a little taken aback by his sudden hostility, but you really didn't know what was going through Spike's mind. 

"If I said something that offended you, I-" you began, but Spike put his hand up to you. He shook his head, folding his hands together on his chin, placing his elbows on the table. 

Conflicted with pushing until he tells you and just shutting up, you sat there. You began to distract yourself with thoughts of getting another drink, what you were going to do when this "date" was over. 

"Alright, (y/n)," Spike spoke, his voice smooth, "do you want to know what's really  bugging me?"

You hesitated, anxious that you awoken something that would surely make this the last date. You nodded, turning to face Spike. 

"The past." he murmured, scooting closer to you. 

"The past? Why?" you asked quietly. 

"Why the past? Let's see." Spike stared into your eyes, his gaze unwavering. You looked back, but averted your eyes when you felt like you were overstepping. You already were overstepping with asking if he was okay, but there was something about eye contact that made you uncomfortable. 

"I've had a long, long past (y/n). I've made many stupid mistakes. And even though I know they are all in the past, they keep finding ways to ruin my present. I guess you can say I'm torturing myself with being here, since this was such a big place to hang when I was in-" Spike stopped abruptly, clamping his mouth shut. 

You nodded. "You don't have to say anything else. I understand." You gave him a small smile, placing your hand on his shoulder. Fuck comfort, you thought. Maybe it was just a human thing, to reach out to others when they're in pain, forgetting boundaries and anything that could hold back support. 

He looked at the placement of your hand, then back at your face. It seemed like eternity that you were both like this. He returned the smile, a silent thank you in the air.

 "Now I know that we already kind of drank a lot earlier, but how does another round sound?" you grinned.

 Spike's face lit up. "You read my mind, (y/n)." 

-  

You stumbled your way out of the bar, clinging onto Spike as he led you out onto the street. You were a giggling, drunk mess. You weren't rowdy or anything when you drank, but you sure were the comedian. Spike sobered up a little earlier, so he was a bit straighter than you were right now. 

"I would say, Spike," you slurred, "you sure are a pretty man." 

"Oh thank you. Now lets get you back home." Spike replied, just holding onto you while you tried to walk without falling over. 

"No no, you're not listening. Like you are really, really gorgeous. So gorgeous, you could put Valentine to shame." you laughed. 

Spike chuckled. "Okay, I'll take that." 

"Say thank you."

 "No." 

"Why?" 

"Cause." 

"Why?" 

Spike sighed. Now you were getting a little annoying, but he didn't want to get rid of you for the night just yet. Even if you were drunk and acting a fool, your company was something he needed for a long, long time.

 "Its a pretty night, don't you think, Spike?" you said, pointing out to the stars. 

Spike looked up, amusing you. "Sure." 

"No, say that it looks pretty. Or else you'll hurt her feelings." you smirked, giggling.

 "Whose feelings?" Spike asked genuinely, because you were definitely talking out of your ass. 

"I honestly don't know. But I do know that I'm tired as shit." you mumbled. 

Spike was tired too, but for some reason, he didn't want the night to end just yet. You haven't noticed this, but Spike was walking around buildings to see if you would follow him and not the way home. And your dumbass just did that. It was actually kind of funny, but it was a joke only for Spike. For a brief moment, you walked completely normal, and then the spiral started again.

 "Look miss, if you keep harassing me, I'm going to have to call the police on you, and I really don't want to do that." Spike teased, only adding more fuel to the fire.

 "Ahh, no, please don't do that." you replied sarcastically, putting your hands up. "I've been a good girl, I promise." You half smiled at Spike, and continued staggering to the port where your ships were. 

Spike place his hands in his pockets, trying his best not to reply to that last bit from you. But maybe he could let a little something slip. 

"From what I've seen, you've been a bad girl." Spike taunted. "A very, very bad girl." 

You turned around slowly, raising your eyebrows. Now it was your turn. 

"And what are you going to do about it?" you asked, sauntering over to Spike.

 "Give a guess." he said softly, his voice low and husky from the cigarette he just finished.

 You moved in closer slowly, finding your balance. You looked up at him, boldly running your hands up his chest. Spike flinched from your touch, but melted into it. You ran it all the way from his chest to his shoulders, and finally up to his face. Placing both hands on either side of Spike's cheeks, you brought his face down to yours gently. The smell of alcohol and smoke filled your nostrils, tingling your senses.

 You tilted your head, chuckling softly at how you had Spike wrapped around your finger at this moment. Spike closed the space between you both, taking into account how your hands framed his face so kindly, like you both have been doing this for forever.

 "Mr. Spiegel," you began, smiling, "you're not going to do a goddamn-"

A loud blast burst through the air, scaring you enough to become completely sober. Orange flames and clouds of smoke could be seen from behind the buildings. Alarms from the surrounding structures sounded off, people yelling and asking each other what the commotion was.

 "What the fuck?" you yelled as you watched the flames grow at a steady pace. You shielded your eyes, coughing. 

"Its from the port!" a person shouted. "There was an explosion at the port!" 

You and Spike looked at each other. Without thinking, you both bolted towards the chaotic scene. Every step brought more anxiety, not only for your ship, but for the Bebop. People ran around, to and from the port. You covered your mouth from the sudden inhalation of smoke, coughing more and more. As you came to a clearing, you could see the tumultuous scene before you. 

Your ship was burning, engulfed in a blaze of violently whipping flames. You shielded your face from the heat of your destroyed home, backing into Spike.

 "(y/n), we have to get away from here!" Spike shouted over the screams of panic surrounding you both. He wrapped his arms around you and started pulling you away, your feet dragging. 

You began to hyperventilate, unintentionally filling your lungs with smoke. Either from shock or the smoke, your vision blurred, and finally, slipping to black. 

- 

AN: Thank you all for sticking around. With these last two months, I've lost two jobs and gained one where I'm finally in a good place, financially and mentally, so that's good. I want to push out more fics for characters listed on here and my tumblr (same username as my Wattpad). Once again, thank you guys so much for enjoying this fic, and please, stay safe. 

[smileyoongle]

Tsundere BTS! In Love With The Best Friend Part Two

So you can find the first part in the masterlist in my bio. It was hella angst and I thought I'll just leave it at that. But recently, someone asked me if I was doing a part two and I couldn't say no. Cause I'm a sucker for happy endings so... LET'S GET IT?!

Kim Seokjin:

Jin's legs automatically took him towards you, his eyes staring at you with guilt and relief, all at the same time. You were sat under a tree with a notebook in your lap, scribbling furiously in it. It had been a week since he last spoke to you, the bitter memory bringing immense pain to his heart. He had continuously ignored you since that night, not even glancing at you in the classroom. But he figured it was too much. Especially after he heard rumours of your breakup. He assumed that they were just stupid and fake rumours but when he saw you all alone in the cafeteria one day, he knew he was wrong. Gathering all his courage and throwing all his anger out of the window, he decided that he needed to be there for you, no matter what. 

Jin quietly sat down beside you, pursing his lips when he saw you stealing glances at him. Your body language was pretty clear. You didn't wanna talk to him. He sighed and nudged you. "Y/N?"

You shifted a little away from him, not even daring to look at his face. A pang of guilt washed over Jin, his eyes wandering around the huge yard in front of the university where he studied with you. With a deep breath, he gently held your arm and leaned closer to you. 

"Y/N. Talk to me, please. I know what I did was wrong but you have to talk to me. I can't fix this if you don't."

You clenched your jaw and yanked your hand away from him.

The audacity.

You quickly shoved your books in your bag and zipped it shut, standing up to leave. But Jin was persistent. He didn't like the way he left things with you. No matter how much he loved you, he was your best friend since forever. 

"Walking away from me isn't gonna help-"

"And you're the one saying that? Are you kidding me right now?!" You snapped, glaring at Jin with your bloodshot eyes. Jin's lips parted as he took in your face. You looked so broken. All because of him.

"You're the one who walked away, Jin. Not me. You didn't even let me tell you that I love you too. Probably more than you do. You just...you just left me alone. When I needed you." You said, your voice cracking as you muttered the three words that were supposed to make everyone's heart flutter. And they did make Jin's heart flutter. He wanted to slap himself for treating you like that. He was ashamed of himself. Even after hearing what he always wanted to hear, he was unable to reply to you. And that made you scoff. You shook your head and let out a bitter chuckle, turning on your heel to walk away from him for good. 

"I love you more than you know. And I want you to stay so that I can make it right. Will you stay?" 

There he was. The Kim Seokjin that you knew. Always so straightforward. You turned around to face him with slightly widened eyes. You both knew that your relationship had missed a chance and if it happened again, it would turn into a lifelong regret. You bit your lip and glanced at the grass beneath your feet, your fingers fiddling with the strap of your bag. 

"I don't-"

His lips immediately pressed against yours. It took everything in him to do this but Jin knew that you were a sucker for PDA. He wanted to get used to it for you. Your eyes remained closed after he pulled away, his soft breathing fanning your face as your heart thumped loudly.

"I'll stay."

Kim Namjoon:

Namjoon glanced at your blank face, wondering what was going through your mind. You had been awfully quiet since the morning, and it didn't suit you at all. Namjoon had probably asked you a hundred times but you shrugged it off, like it was nothing. But he knew better. If something was bothering you then it had to be important. 

It was your weekly movie night with Namjoon but all you could think about was how you made a fool of yourself the night before. It irked you and you really wanted to ask him why he didn't mention it. 

That's because he doesn't feel the same way.

"Y/N, this is getting annoying. Can you please just-"

"Why don't you love me?" 

The words escaped your mouth and surprisingly, you felt no regrets. Namjoon's eyebrows raised at you in question, clearly confused by your sudden mood. You were so in your head that you hadn't even noticed the tear that had fallen down your cheek. You whipped your head towards him, your arms crossed before your chest.

"Why didn't you tell me that I confessed to you last night? It's probably because you don't love me back but please, Namjoon, I need you to tell me that before I lose my mind." You begged, your voice cracking as more tears cascaded down your cheeks. Namjoon was dumbfounded. How did you know? Unless you weren't drunk. 

He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. So it wasn't just your drunk words. You really meant it. Namjoon's heart did a little flip and he wondered if this was normal.

"I thought you were drunk." He stated, opening his eyes again to see you crying and wiping your nose. You shook your head while attempting to calm yourself down. Why the fuck were you crying?

Namjoon gulped and willed himself to hug you. You needed it, even though he didn't know why. He awkwardly wrapped his arms around you and pulled you against his chest, your gasp making him wince.

"Is this okay?" He asked, placing his chin on your head. You chuckled and nodded, wrapping your arms around his waist. Namjoon smiled at the warmth that was spreading through his chest. It felt too nice and he wanted to stay like this forever. He cleared his throat and rubbed your back, mentally cheering himself up to finally let out everything that he wanted to say.

"I was scared that you were saying that just because you were drunk. It's not that I don't...you know...want you more than a best friend. I just didn't think I stood a chance. You're just..way too good for me." 

You immediately pulled away and gave him a look of disbelief, lightly hitting his shoulder. Namjoon frowned and tilted his head. Did he say something wrong?

"You made me cry and-fuck, Namjoon. I was so scared that you didn't love me back." You shook your head, wiping away the remaining tears. You looked at your best friend who was sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck and grabbed his collar before placing your lips on his. Namjoon's eyes widened but he relaxed as you moved your lips against his. His eyes closed and his hands moved to your waist, kissing you back. You pulled away eventually and rested your forehead against his.

Namjoon grinned at you, making you smiled.

"Can we do that, like…. again and again?"

Min Yoongi:

Yoongi stormed into the house he shared with you, his heart pounding. But not because of any positive feelings. He had met your friend for a date he had planned, only to find out that you had told her about your feelings for Yoongi. For a second, Yoongi had thought that maybe it was all true. But then he realised that maybe you were just fooling around. Because how did you suddenly develop feelings for Yoongi on the very day that he had his date?

"Y/N!" He called out, entering the living room where you were sitting on the couch. You winced and stood up, putting on a fake smile as you turned to face your best friend. "Hey yoongs, you're back-"

"What the fuck did you do? Why did you lie to Jaehee about you having some kind of feelings for me?" He asked, gritting his teeth. 

You gulped, a bit surprised at how angry he was. Because Yoongi had never raised his voice at you before. You bit your lip and looked down at the floor, not knowing if you should just tell him the truth or not. Judging from the way he reacted, he clearly was looking forward to this date. And you ruined it.

"Cat got your tongue? It's okay, I'll tell you why you did it. You did it because you just couldn't take it anymore, could you? You couldn't see me happy and moving on with my life because for once, I wasn't giving you enough attention. For once, I wasn't here to see you cry after another guy stood you-"

You narrowed your eyes at him in disbelief, your heart aching as tears pricked your eyes. But you couldn't take it anymore. You couldn't hear his bullshit anymore.

"Fuck you, Yoongi. Fuck you! This is what you assumed? After years of knowing me, you think I only wanted your attention? You didn't even think that maybe I didn't lie to Jaehee? That maybe I really did feel something for you. I fucking get it that you won't ever feel like that towards me but you don't get to stand there and say crap about me whilst I stand here, crying over you going off with a girl who isn't me!" 

Your sobs filled the room as you covered your face, your chest heaving as you gasped occasionally. Yoongi swallowed thickly and fixed his eyes on the floor. He wasn't expecting this at all. He felt really stupid for saying those things but he was angry. Angry at you for making him feel like you didn't care. But he was wrong. And now he knew that. 

As your cries died down, you sniffled and wiped your face, getting ready to go into your room and lock yourself. 

"I love you. This date didn't mean anything to me." Your eyes widened slightly as you gaped at Yoongi, his dark eyes watching you, begging you for forgiveness. Your lack of response made him move closer to you as he continued.

"I shouldn't have said any of that stuff. But you can't blame me for being mad at you, Y/N. I watched you pick all those guys, not even giving me a second glance. What was I supposed to think?" He said, hesitantly moving his hand towards your cheek. This was the first time you were seeing Yoongi being so expressive. He had never even held your hand properly, always keeping his warm side locked up in a closet. 

"I was scared I'd lose you if I said anything."

Yoongi shook his head and pulled you into a hug, wrapping his arms firmly around you. He rocked you side to side, burying his face in your neck.

"We're both idiots for assuming shit. Lesson learned. But I think I love you more. Not that this is a competition or anything."

Jung Hoseok:

"Hoseok…"

The young man turned around on hearing his name, his eyes widening on seeing your face as he clutched the umbrella tightly. Rain poured over you, drenching you from head to toe but nothing could hide the fact that you were crying. It had been days since you had been trying to search for Hoseok, not once getting any hint. No one ever opened the door when you rang the bell, no one ever picked up the phone when you called him and no one ever responded to your messages. Your life had become a mess but you didn't wanna give up until Hoseok told you why he was so mad at you. 

"Y/N ...what are you doing here?" Hoseok said over the rain, taking a step closer to you. Something inside you broke on hearing his voice and you threw yourself in his arms, not caring that you were completely wet. Hoseok gasped softly at the sudden contact but he eventually wrapped an arm around you, holding the umbrella over both of your heads. You sobbed into his chest, making him confused and sad. Who hurt you?

The thought made him angry. Hell, he knew he shouldn't have left you like that. It was too cruel. "What's wrong? Did someone hurt you? You shouldn't be out in the rain like this, you'll get sick." He softly scolded, feeling his clothes becoming damp and sticking to his skin. You abruptly stopped crying and pulled away, your teary eyes glaring at him with whatever emotions you could gather.

"'What's wrong?' Are you really asking me that? Where have you been? I have been looking for you day and night! You never responded to my calls either. I was so-"

"Why were you looking for me?" You stopped ranting, gaping at his sudden question. And suddenly, the realisation hit you too. Why were you looking for him?

To confess. To tell him that you needed him by your side. And you had to let him know before things escalated again. You took in a deep shaky breath and clenched your fists.

"I was looking for you because I wanted to tell you that...I love you. And I need you…"

Hoseok felt his heart beating faster. This was only something that he dreamed of. 

"I don't know what I did to make you hate me but-"

"I don't hate you. I never can." He interrupted you, all his walls breaking down around him. You frowned at him, your confusion very evident. "Then why'd you leave?" You asked, not being able to understand anything. Hoseok closed his eyes and sighed. Cause he was a fucking fool.

"Misunderstandings do that, I guess. When you said you liked someone…"

"I was talking about you." You stated, slowly getting hold of the situation. Hoseok nodded, finally giving you a small smile before stepping forward and cupping your cheek. He rested his forehead against yours and looked at you like you were his everything. Your cheeks warmed up and you bit your lip, blushing harder when he kissed your forehead. "I love you." 

You sneezed in response, earning a laugh from him as he held your hand and started leading you towards his apartment.

"Can't have you catching a cold now, can we? I don't find the idea of cuddling your sick self very appealing."

Park Jimin:

At first when Jimin saw you at the bar, he thought it was just his mind playing tricks. You were supposed to be on your date. But when he heard your voice, whining and complaining to the bartender about something, he understood that it was indeed, you. He excused himself from his group of friends, who understandingly nodded at him on spotting you. 

"Am I that ugly? Or am I too clingy? Do I really-"

"Y/N, what the fuck are you doing here?"

You flinched and turned around to see Jimin glaring at you. He hated it when you got yourself drunk. It never ended well but thankfully, he saw you before you could even get started. You had tears running down your cheeks and a pout on your red lips, your lilac velvet dress making you look like you definitely belonged in the club. You narrowed your eyes at him and clenched your jaw. "What is it to you?" 

Jimin wasn't liking your attitude at all. He gritted his teeth and rushed closer to you, holding your arm in a firm grip.

"It's everything to me. Now come on, I'm taking you home." He said, dragging you outside and ignoring your protests. Just as he reached his car, you yanked your arm away from him, your eyes watering as you pouted, an indication that you were going to cry. Strangely, Jimin found it beyond adorable. You just looked so sad that he wanted to hide you in his arms forever. Too bad you were going on dates with people who weren't him.

"Are you going to cry?" He asked, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms. He leaned against his car, hoping to just get over with the night before he ended up kissing you. You were just insanely beautiful.

You shook your head furiously at first before changing your mind and nodding. Jimin bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from smiling at you. His heart was already doing things to make him flustered. He sighed and opened the passenger door of the car, nudging his head for you to get in. You broke down into tears all of a sudden and ended up going to hug him. Jimin frowned, his heart doing that weird fuzzy thing. You continued to cry in his arms, holding the collar of his black shirt and gasping occasionally. 

"Y/N, why are you crying?" Jimin asked, awkwardly wrapping his arms around you. If anything, he was the one who should have been crying. But now that Jimin thought about it, maybe your date stood you up or something? That's why you were at the club, right?

"Because you don't wanna go out with me." You hiccuped, clutching his collar harder. Jimin closed his eyes and sighed. "Y/N I told you-"

It was rather ironic. You were like an open book. Everyone knew everything about you but you always managed to be so unpredictable. Because the next thing Jimin knew, your lips were pressed against his. He was shocked but this was what he wanted. So he gave in, cupping your wet cheeks and kissing you like he meant it. Because he did. 

"The date was supposed to be between you and me, you idiot." You mumbled against his lips, whining when he pulled away and looked at you with a deep frown. And that's when everything hit him. Of course. Of course, he didn't know. Cause he didn't let you speak. Jimin shook his head, leaning his forehead against yours and mumbling a string of apologies. You giggled, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips that made him smile. He wiped away your tears and intertwined your hands.

"How about I take you on a date right now? You can blast music on the speakers and sing at the top of your lungs with the windows down even if it's embarrassing."

Kim Taehyung:

Taehyung ran up the stairs, his breathing heavy and his heart panicking. He could feel the fear coursing through his veins. The fear of losing you so far that he won't ever see you again. It had been two weeks since that terrible terrible night and Taehyung refused to talk to you. But it wasn't his fault. He was only trying to keep his distance so that he wouldn't fall for you further. 

He was working his shift at the local theatre in town where you worked with him. It was time to close when you walked up to him and handed him a small piece of paper before rushing towards the roof. Taehyung frowned and looked at your disappearing back before glancing at the paper.

"I'm sorry for everything, Tae. I mean it."

And within seconds, his feet were taking him up to the roof. He had a very bad feeling about this. He should have just talked everything out with you. He was a fucking idiot.

Taehyung pushed the door open, his heart lurching to his throat on seeing you sitting on the ledge.

"Y/N!" He yelled and ran to you, grabbing your arm and lifting you up. You yelped and hissed, surprised at Taehyung's actions.

"Have you lost your mind?! What were you thinking?" He scolded you, your frown deepening on hearing him. You glanced at the ledge and you realised that Taehyung had got the wrong idea. You let out a chuckle.

"No matter how sad I am, I am not gonna jump off a small building which is gonna do nothing but break my bones." You said, making him sigh in relief. Taehyung pinched the bridge of his nose, taking deep breaths to keep himself from lashing out on you. With a cold gaze, he turned to you, handing you the paper you had given him.

"Explain this." He said, crossing his arms over his chest. You were conflicted on what to say because for all you knew, Taehyung could walk away without listening to you if you gave him a stupid explanation.

"I broke up with him." You said, biting your lip and glancing at your shoes. A wince took over when you heard Taehyung groan in frustration. He felt guilty, all of a sudden. "Y/N, what I said that night, I didn't mean to meddle-"

"Maybe I want you to meddle. You know, I was stupid enough to not realize how I felt but my ex did. Actually, he broke up with me after telling me that I couldn't love anyone as much as I loved you." 

Taehyung stood speechless, absolutely not expecting this from you. All this time, he had been trying to hate you for making him feel things. His heart ached after hearing your answer that night but now, he couldn't have asked for more. Your breath hitched when Taehyung moved closer to you and cupped your cheek, his warm hand providing you relief on this cold night. You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch, Taehyung's eyes trained on your lips. "Can I kiss you?" He asked, a soft whisper fading into the breeze as his breath fanned your face. You didn't open your eyes, simply nodding at him to do as he pleased. His soft lips pressed against yours, breathing you in and sending you into a daze. The kiss was sweet and short, your lips aching for more after he pulled away. "I'm not saying I wanna kiss you again but-" 

You rolled your eyes at his attempt to redeem his personality.

"Shut up." You mumbled and pulled him in for another kiss, savoring the way he tasted.

Jeon Jungkook:

Jungkook leaned on the front door, his back facing you as his chest heaved. He was trying his best to not be angry but you had messed him up by bringing Trevor home. Not even a week had passed and you were already trying to rile him up. Of course, Jungkook was still in love with you. You can't just lose your feelings so quickly. So he went and kicked Trevor out before that fuckboy could get his hands on you. And now you stood with your arms crossed, waiting for Jungkook to give you an explanation.

"I thought you didn't care." You mocked, giving him a taste of his own words. Jungkook sighed, slowly turning around to give you the coldest glare possible.

"I don't. But this is my house too. And he's not welcome here." Jungkook replied, breaking your heart. You hated Jungkook for acting like he didn't have any emotions. He always covered everything up, making you feel like you were friends with a robot. How you fell for him was beyond you. You narrowed your eyes at him, slowly nodding.

"Alright then. I'll just go over to his house since you don't care." You declared, walking straight past him to leave the house. You didn't actually wanna leave, you just wanted Jungkook to break his walls down. Your attitude was making things worse and Jungkook swore he hadn't felt this angry before. He gripped your wrist firmly, preventing you from walking out on him. You almost smiled at your accomplishment but it wasn't over yet. 

"Let me go." You demanded, trying to pry his fingers off your skin. Jungkook only tightened his hold in response, shaking his head stiffly. You scoffed before turning to him and holding his hand with your other one, pushing it away with all your might. "I said let me go, Jungkook. You said you don't fucking care so let me go and get laid. What is it to you anyway?" You provoked him, getting excited on seeing his jaw clench. With one harsh tug, you were tumbling into his arms. Jungkook's piercing gaze made you shiver but you had to ask. 

"Why do you love me?" 

Jungkook pursed his lips, unable to bring himself to answer you. How could he answer that question anyway? There were too many things. When he didn't respond, you continued your interrogation, your voice dripping with desperation and confusion.

"You're Jeon Jungkook. And I'm just another girl who people don't really know. You have all these girls who want you-"

"And I want you." 

Jungkook confessed, mirroring your confusion. He didn't think you thought about yourself so lowly. In his eyes, you were the most interesting girl, never dressing to impress, never begging for attention. You were just you. And he loved you. 

"All I want is for you to want me back. There is nothing I wouldn't do for you. Yeah maybe jumping into the fire is an exception. Also, I'm not sure I can hold your hand around-" 

You shut him up by kissing his cheek before grinning at him. "I want you. And I want you to hold my hand in front of everyone. Because I'm yours." You said, leaning into his chest as he slowly grinned at you, his bunny like gesture making you swoon. He shook his head before hugging you.

"Fine. I'll make an exception for you."

This gif is so gorgeous.... anyway, please don't come @me. I know this imagine is not tsundere anymore but sorry. I kinda lost the flow and this was long time pending.

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[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

3. RECKONING

"Where is N'Jobu," Abebe asks the other panthers at the great tree as I approach from behind, the pads of my paws treading on soft dirt and grass.

"I am right here. I went to run, was running, and I dropped my journal."

"You dropped it? Where did you drop it? Go get it," D'Kaba points with his glistening nose.

"I believe it fell into the human world."

"N'Jobu," Abebe chides with a click of his tongue, "You will be reprimanded by Bast if you do not locate that journal, go get it. Now! Before she finds out. We will pray in your favor."

Just like that it is time to travel to the human world for a bit of overdue excitement.

"Of course--And I will find it and bring it back here where it belongs."

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🎶 Ones that hate us, handcuff us and mace us/Call us dumb niggas 'cause our culture is contagious/Third generation, South Central gang bangers/That lived long enough to see it changing/Think it's time we make arrangements/Finally wiggle out they mazes, find me out in different places/'I’m the spook by the door,' this the infiltration, double back, dressed in blue laces 🎶

Erik found the large crowd of people easily in Fruitvale, parking his car and walking to join them. Speaking with a few of the people in the crowd he gathered that they planned to be out there all night. He also gleaned that several of the officers had been acting threateningly. He decided to watch for himself waiting for a reason to be malicious and finally he got one as he saw an officer manhandle a little girl who he decided was too close. He looked at the name on the officer's badge and watched two women grab the child to carry her away to safety before he headed back to his car. He needed to know the officer's first name and now that he had the last name and a face to attach to it, that information would be simple to find. He searched the internet hoping it could be a simple discovery. Amazingly, he could not easily find this guy's information. It didn't seem that he had any social media or articles with his name. No worries, Erik had another idea.

Back at the house, he fished the journal from his vest and opened it on his office desk, rebooting his computer to hack into Mika's computer yet again. It didn't take long to find exactly what he was searching for.

Ray Thomas

He wrote it clearly. Searching up the stream on his phone of the protest, he waited. For the next minute he watched and finally the camera angle shifted, backing up before focusing on the officer who was clutching his chest, doubling over with a fearful expression. Erik took in each of his dying moments, wide-eyed and in awe. It was real. The journal was somehow real! Amazed, he turned off the protest stream and the computer to sit in the darkness.

"Oh shit. Does this really make me a murderer," he mouthed staring at the journal incredulously. For a while his mind went blank, panic setting in. This was bad. It was wrong to murder no matter the reason. Or was it? He was pretty sure that it was better to rescue the innocent than to spare the guilty. That's all he'd done truly. That wasn't a bad thing, it was a good thing. In situations where people were helplessly abused by those with power who knew they'd get away with it, the victims probably prayed as hard as they could for divine intervention. Well here he was giving them an answer.

Not only was he willing to help level the playing field, he was obligated as someone who could relate to the pain and was suddenly able to bring reckoning! What a rush. The guilt ebbed, replaced with a slowly-growing glee.

"I have to do this. I'd be letting the world down if I didn't. And if I don't do it--who will?"

Staring at the short column of names on the page in the journal, he felt a sense of pride begin to swell within him. "I can't believe I just took them niggas out. Three in one night," he gushed impressed with himself. In one night, he'd done more for the world than in thirty-two years of living. He knew now what he had to do. This was his purpose. This was why he was born.

"I see you're enjoying my journal," N'Jobu spoke watching Erik's quiet back and forth banter between he, him, and himself. N'Jobu had witnessed it all, Erik's penning of the names all the way to Erik's moment of epiphany.

Hearing the voice, Erik paused as his torso went straight as a board. Spinning in his chair, he came eye to eye with a large set that glowed a white-like yellow. Erik's eyes widened significantly but he did not recoil. In fact, he quickly composed himself.

"You don't seem too afraid of a talking panther in your home office, Erik Stevens. Why is that exactly?"

"If you planned to attack me, you would have. I won't even ask how ya ass can talk, I'm dealing with enough weird shit. This journal," he says grabbing it from the table. "You asking for it back?"

"Oh, I will have it back, Erik." He brussled at the sound of his own name. "See. I know when you die. I know how. I know where. I know your name and I can see exactly how long you have left to live down to the very second. Care to know how long you have left?"

"How long?"

"I won't tell you. But--since you've dirtied my journal with your impure human hands, by rule, my journal is now yours. Write in it--or don't, but you cannot destroy it. The journal is yours until you relinquish ownership or die. I should mention that as long as you retain ownership I will follow you as an elder of the past until one of the two results occur."

"So you're like a death god. Is that it?"

"I am N'Jobu. I am as I said, an elder of the past."

"But--you're not taking it back," Erik confirmed with a sneaky smirk holding the notebook. "Aight 'cause I just came up with a plan for how I'm a use it. That's why you chose me, isnt it? You knew I'd know what to do?"

"Chose you," N'Jobu laughed, "Chose you? Is that what you thought?" He laughed again. "You think because of your money or your intellect that you are perhaps--special? Don't make me laugh anymore than I am. Erik Stevens, you are common. You discovering my journal was mere happenstance. A fluke. I wrote with my claw in the language I believed to be the widest spoken and then I dropped it in an area where I knew many humans would gather. That is all."

"You admit you dropped it on purpose. Seems like a pretty important book for you to just be dropping."

"Boredom is a hell of a motivation," N'Jobu deadpanned. Erik's eyes narrowed and N'Jobu looked away to lick his paw.

"Fine. Maybe you were the closest Wakandan living away from Wakandan soil. Maybe that had something to do with the selection process, however, you are still nothing in the grand scheme of things. You are a blip in the scale of time. You have no real importance."

"Maybe--Still! I found the shit! Me! And I believe there's a reason a nigga like me would be trusted with something this powerful. I must be the only one who can set things into order, the way they should be! I'm the only one who can handle this mission and execute it efficiently. I'm the only one who can fuck some shit up!" Breathing heavily with bared teeth, his resolve burned through him like fire, lighting his eyes from within. Any human in that room would assume him deranged, but he was wielding impossible power. "With this journal, I'll force change. I'll reset the world! Yeah--I'll burn it all! The whole damn world if I have to."

Turning back to his desk, he used his phone to search up a list of local criminals in custody and incarcerated for graphically cruel and violent crimes. They deserved the worst deaths imaginable and he was the dealer. Picking up his pen, he got busy.

Vincent Adams. John Hess. Adam Steeve. George Zimmer. Hop Denton. Louis Stimper. Jake Torres. Skip Kazynski. Robert Folk.

He filled the page with names from top to bottom, three columns while N'Jobu looked on in intrigue, his tail swaying side to side.

"By the way, Mr. King of the World. If you killed off every murderer, wouldn't that leave you as the sole murderer? Would you then kill yourself?"

"The fuck? Nah playa. I'm the King. I plan to be here to maintain order."

"Very interesting train of thought you have. By the way, you should know that use of the journal means you forfeit your entry to the ancestral plane. I hope that does not hinder you," N'Jobu spoke, a devious smile in his voice.

"You tell me that now," Erik snapped facing the sitting panther with intense venom in his eyes. He'd have thought more carefully had he known. That information could've weighed heavily in his decision to use the book, but now it was too late.

N'Jobu's eyes shined with humor in response. "Whoops."

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[windless-hurricane]

Pennywise and the Dancing Girl

Chapter 1: The Shadow Girl

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SUMMARY: At the moment, I want this to be solely mysterious. I will say though that the "Shadow Girl" isn't who she seems and this will eventually become a Henry x OC (or reader) fanfic.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Before I begin, this story takes place in the 2017 IT universe. I also shifted some pieces of information around. So before I'm scolded for inaccuracies, I'll say them now. First off, I combined the Derry Middle School and High School. I wasn't sure if that was the case in the movie, but it wasn't stated. Nevertheless, I will still refer to it as Derry High. The main character is 14 and a freshman (going on sophomore). The entire Losers Club will be in 8th grade (going on to be freshmen) and all 13. The Bowers Gang are all sophomores (going on juniors) and 15, excluding Henry who is 16.

WARNINGS (for the entire series): Explicit language, violence, graphic scenes involving blood and/or death, some sexuality possibly, and some underage drinking and drug use.

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

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It was the last day of school. I couldn't lie and say I wasn't somewhere near excited. I knew it wasn't the last day of school altogether, but it would definitely be a step up from my current status as a freshman. All 8th graders dream of becoming freshmen; but once they realize the difficulties of dealing with upperclassmen, they want to join them. That had been the same mindset for me. Not only was I freshman, I was a transferee. That normally wouldn't be such a big deal, but it was at this school.

See, Derry High wasn't a typical high school. It included middle school as well. So, almost all the children here were attending this school for half their lives. They started in 6th grade and ended as seniors. Everyone knew everybody. Due to that, I thought I'd become a perfect candidate for teasing. I was practically fresh meat. However, that didn't happen. Why? Because I was barely noticeable. I kept to myself, hardly spoke a word to anyone, and moved swiftly through the halls like a shadow, avoiding certain people. It soon had become an objective to avoid four sophomores in particular: Henry Bowers, Patrick Hockstetter, Victor Criss, and Reginald "Belch" Huggins.

They were douchebags who got a kick out of tormenting anyone they saw below them. As a result of their animosity, even the juniors and seniors were afraid of them. You never messed with the "Bowers Gang" as they called themselves. I, a rarity, was not afraid of them and never would be. I just wanted to stay the shadow that I liked being and it became a promise to myself.

I kept to that promise for the entire year and now all I had to do was get through this day like any other. Then, it would be summer vacation, which was full of reading and...reading. I didn't have any friends, but I was satisfied with that. It was better to not get too attached to people you would end up leaving. In a way, that was my curse: the inability to care for anyone because you are not worth caring for. But it would be ok.

I walked through the front doors of the school, clutching the straps to my bag. Other students were already situated inside, engaging in morning chatter and shenanigans. I...went straight to my locker. I knew I had to empty it out and it would be better to do it now than later. So, I put in the combination and got to work. I wasn't necessarily the neatest, but it didn't look like the aftermath of a hurricane. Just messy. There were notebooks, textbooks, and a bunch of scattered and crumbled pieces of paper. It didn't take long to stuff these into my bag and throw what was left away. I closed my locker with a slam, but it didn't echo like it normally would because of background conversation.

I glanced around and my eyes ending up following the scene of two boys running away in the direction opposite to mine. Moments after, Henry Bowers and his gang of misfits were in the shot. He had an apparent smirk on his face. Probably from gloating because of the amount of power he had over the kids here. The thought of it was enough to make me roll my eyes; but I continued to watch, seeing if he would do anything else. He didn't. Just as I was about to turn away, his eyes met mine. He knew I had been staring and didn't have the intention of letting me go.

His eyes were crystal blue and they contradicted mine: my chocolatey brown. However, they still managed to be darker than mine and mine brighter than his. He didn't hold any expression in his face and neither did I. It was just blank staring. This wasn't the first time we did this. Occasionally throughout the year, we'd find each other's eyes, but never did anything about it. He didn't know me and he assumed I didn't know him. We had never been in the same vicinity as each other because if he was ever too close, I would've found a way out. All we had was this.

I hated to admit it, but he was quite pretty to look at. It didn't throw my hormones out of whack or anything. I stared at him because of his eyes. His eyes were dark, beautiful, and so familiar to me. I couldn't put my finger on it. It seemed I had looked into those eyes even before I knew him. There was something that intrigued me about them. I knew there was something hidden there. Even if I already had an idea, I longed to know myself.

I gulped out of my trance and released the handle to my locker. I stared just a bit longer until I turned away, losing sight of him and those eyes. Who would've known that days later Henry would tell me himself that he saw me as this mysterious girl that he wanted to crack. A girl that actually drew him in.

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I was able to make it through three classes of Algebra, English and History. Since it had been the last day of school, we hardly did anything. There was clearly no homework to assign or assignments to finish. It was either a free for all with limited volume or we watched a movie on the projector. I was only interested in the movie. Currently I had one more class until lunch and no doubt, it was going to be the same as the others. It was actually quite a relief. Relaxing felt...nice. It nearly brought a smile to my face before I was interrupted.

My head snapped up on impulse as I heard a loud smack echo through the hallway. It didn't startle me, but it certainly caught my attention because before I knew it, I was rounding the corner quickly with a newfound purpose. It was a boy and he was lying on the ground. Getting a clearer shot, I saw that it was Eddie Kaspbrak, the local hypochondriac. I never knew him on a personal level, but I always saw him around. As you can tell, I knew a lot more about him than he did me. That's how it usually was with people. I knew along with him being a hypochondriac, he was a germaphobe who constantly expressed his paranoia to his friends. Other than that, he was quite funny and would never shut up about the evils of sickness and blessings of cleanliness. I sometimes found it rather cute.

He was also a favorite plaything of the Bowers Gang, along with the rest of his friends, Bill Denbrough, Stanley Uris, and Richie Tozier. I saw them around quite often too, either goofing off or arguing. I wonder where they were to have left Eddie alone. To have left him alone with Bowers and the dick squad. Maybe he was just unlucky. Henry had been manhandling Eddie's fanny pack and dumping its contents onto the floor beside him. I could only assume Eddie tried getting it back, but was only met with a shove to the ground. All I did was stare. It seems that's all I was good for.

Even though they deserved a good beating, I never interfered. It was part of the promise and it hadn't been difficult to maintain until now. I nearly wanted to break it. I don't know why, but the feeling was there. It wasn't enough to push me though as the fanny pack was already empty. I watched as Henry threw the pack at Eddie's face and mouthed something that I couldn't make out. Most likely it was some humiliating insult. I looked to Eddie and his expression killed me. Was it - sadness? Anger? Disappointment? It could be helped.

I walked over quietly and squatted down near him as he sat up. He gave me a shocked and questioning look before I began to gather his belongings into the fanny pack. He wasn't moving or saying anything, just watching like I had been moments ago. There was an inhaler, a few containers of pills, bandage. I guess this also served as a small first aid kit. Nice. I stood up and glanced around, making sure I collected everything. I had, expect for Eddie. I zipped up the pack before reaching my hand out to him. His expression managed to change. Why was he looking at me like that? It's like I was some miracle. Then, he looked to my hand and I smiled softly,

"Don't worry. I just came from the bathroom. It's clean."

His gaze switched between my face and hand until he finally took it. His was oddly soft. I helped him up gently and let it go as soon as he was up.

"Um, here," I muttered out, handing him his pack. He was still staring at me and finally, he snapped out of it. He took it quickly.

"T-thanks...um..." he cocked an eyebrow.

"Emma," I finished. "Emma Gray."

"Thanks, Emma." Red found its way onto his face. Was he really blushing?

"It's no problem. No one should face a jagoff alone." He smiled and it made me smirk. I reached into the side pocket of my bag and pulled out my mini bottle of hand sanitizer, showing it off to him. "I noticed you were almost out and you're definitely going to need a lot more to get rid of the stench of Bowers and his goons." I breathed out a laugh. "Here." I handed it to him and he took it almost joyfully.

I smiled completely and for once, it felt real. However, it was short lived. The bell rang.

"Shoot," I groaned. "We should get to class, like, now. It was nice talking to you. See you around, Eddie." I know I didn't give him time to respond, but there wasn't time for a response. I turned around and headed the opposite direction to class.

(EDDIE'S P.O.V.)

"Wait," I called out, but she was already gone.

"Damnit." How did she already know my name? I looked at the bottle she gave me and her name was written across the label in black marker. Her handwriting was beautiful. I let my thumb run over her name as I smiled to myself.

"Emma - Emma Gray."

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(BACK TO EMMA'S P.O.V.)

I made it through Biology and as expected, we watched a movie - a real boring one about the inner mechanisms of a cell. It was over and time for lunch. I was looking forward to it because of what I packed today. If I did it right, it was going to be delicious. I began to fantasize about the greatness of my meal until I was forcefully pulled out of it. Could the world just not leave me to my mind today? Geez.

It was a noise and a deafening one at that. It came from down the hall and it was loud enough to make me wince, slight pain being brought to my ears. Who was it this time and why do they keep interrupting me? Thinking about it more, should I even ask? Knowing this school and its students, it was without a doubt Bowers. Did I want to find out? No. Would I inevitably end up finding out? Yes. This was the only way to the damned cafeteria.

I inched slowly down the hall, not in any rush to get an answer. I wasn't a nosy person. I actually considered myself quite considerate of other people's business. Then, I heard whimpering. I rolled my eyes harshly as I quickened my pace. What's wrong with you, Emma? Why are you being so interactive today? Why the hell do you even care? No one else in this god forsaken school does, why should you? Don't you remember the promise? You're too good for this, but maybe there was a reason not to be too good. Maybe it was Eddie and his call for help.

I rounded the corner and it wasn't Eddie, loosing a good amount of motivation. It was Ben Hanscom, the other new kid. Chubby, adorable, vulnerable, and being pushed up against the lockers by Bowers while his goons watched in amusement. I scoffed. This was the second time today. Was this really his way of celebrating the last day of school?

"Hey!" Oh, Emma. What the hell are you doing? You know you could care less.

All five boys turned their attention towards me with different expressions on each of their faces. Ben's eyes were pleading and hopeful while he was completely red in the face. Patrick was smirking creepily and it was enough to make me shudder. Victor and Belch actually held a similar look that reeked of 'Who the hell is this girl?' For the main star, he just looked pissed.

"The fuck do you want," he questioned deeply, his eyes peering into me.

"For you not to be a conniving dickhead," I stated proudly, stopping in front of them with my arms crossed. I don't know where this surge of confidence was coming from, but I kinda liked it.

"The fuck did you just say to me," he let go of Ben and started lurking towards me. This was the perfect chance for him to get away. The boys were entirely focused on me. I looked passed Henry's shoulder and my eyes met Ben's. He was terrified and astonished. I nodded my head up slightly, gesturing for him to go. He didn't get it the first time; but after repeating it, he got it and ran away. I looked back to Henry,

"You heard me." This is the closest I've ever been to him. We were nearly a foot apart. He was significantly taller than I was, not a giant, but taller. Had surprisingly muscular arms and I never noticed the upturn of his nose before. He broke the distance with one more step. I wanted to step away because of the awkwardness, but I also didn't want to give him the satisfaction. I simply kept my arms crossed and craned my neck up to look at him. He did the opposite with his neck, but also crossed his arms. Maybe this was a way of establishing dominance.

"I don't think I heard you quite right. Mind repeating what you said," he pushed. He was trying to scare me, but I don't scare easy.

"I said, I don't want you to be a conniving dickhead."

"I don't care about what you want," he retorted.

"You're the one who asked, honey." He let out a breathy laugh.

"No one gets away with talking to me like that, sweetheart."

"I think I just did."

"I like her," a voice called out. I soon realized it belonged to Patrick. Shame because I didn't like him. "What're we going to do with her, Henry?" Henry opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off.

"I'll tell you what's going to happen. I'm going to walk away and enjoy myself a lovely meal in the cafeteria, while you four stand around and play with each other's dicks. And then you're never going to bother me ever again. Got it? Ok." I moved to walk past him, but he grabbed my bicep instead.

"It's not that easy," he told me, squeezing roughly. I yanked my arm away harshly, catching him off guard.

"It is that easy because I'm not afraid of you, Henry," I let out through gritted teeth. With that, I pushed past him, hitting my shoulder with his purposely.

(HENRY'S P.O.V.)

Patrick scoffed, "You're just going to let her get away with that? She deserves to be taught a lesson to." I agreed. I completely agreed, but she wouldn't be easy.

"I know," is all I managed to say before I turned to face them. "Do any of you know her?" They all shook their head uselessly, causing me to roll my eyes.

Vic was the only one to speak,

"I know she's a freshman, just not the name." I nodded,

"Lets get outta here." I walked ahead, knowing they would automatically follow. It was that girl. She knew my name, but I didn't know hers. It bothers me, but a lot more than it should. How could I not know the name of a girl like that?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ THAT IS THE END OF CHAPTER 1. Hopefully you enjoyed it! This is the first chapter of a definite series :)