#lately I’m having trouble with keeping up with most of the stuff said

[zenmom]

So, uh.

I tried to apply for animation courses at the university my mom works at…. Those courses aren’t ready yet as they are in development. And animation is a very niche market in my country, but I’m thinking of going out to the world with my animation, so the professor of media who know about the animation recommended an array of animation apps and one of them is 3D called Blender.

Well, I would be happy to be able to learn to animate.

[doctorbitchcrxft]

Croatoan | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader (Eventual ? ;) )

Warnings: implied suicidal ideation, canon violence, canon gore, medical stuff lol

Word Count: 6176

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Sam had another vision; one involving Dean killing some dude strapped to a chair. Apparently, the dude had been begging, saying, “It’s not in me!” 

‘What’s not in him, though? A demon? THE demon?’ you thought as he relayed his story.

“Well, I’m sure he had good reason,” you told Sam when he was finished.

“Well, I sure hope so—”

“What does that mean?” Dean grunted.

Sam didn’t reply.

“I mean, I'm not gonna waste an innocent man,” he scoffed.

Sam raised his eyebrows at his brother.

“He wouldn’t, Sam,” you stated, your tone warning.

“I never said he would!”

“Sure seemed implied,” you commented.

“Look, we don't know what it is,” sighed Sam. “But whatever it is, that guy in the chair's a part of it. So let's find him, and see what's what.”

“Fine,” Dean said.

“Fine,” said Sam.

The rest of the drive to Crater Lake, Oregon, was done in silence. 

***

You pulled into the small town of Rivergrove along the main strip of small businesses and homely apartment complexes. Most of the shops almost looked like wooden cabins, and you approached a man sitting under one of the wooden overhangs cleaning a rifle. 

“Morning,” Dean called.

“Good morning. Can I help you?” He turned to you.

“Yeah.” Dean pulled out his badge. “Uh, Billy Gibbons, Frank Beard, Kymberly Herrin. U.S. Marshals.”

The man furrowed his brows. “What’s this about?”

“We're looking for someone,” he answered.

“A young man, early twenties,” added Sam. “He'd have a— a thin scar right below his hairline.”

The man seemed surprised. “What’d he do?”

“Well, nothing. We're actually looking for someone else, but we think this young man could help us,” Sam replied. 

“Yeah, he's not in any kind of trouble or anything; well, not yet,” Dean chuckled. He looked down at the intricate tattoo on the man’s forearm. “I think maybe you know who he is… Master Sergeant.” He smiled. “My dad was in the Corps, he was a Corporal.”

“What company?” the man asked.

“Echo-2-1,” Dean replied, smiling proudly. 

Sam got back to business. “So, can you help us?”

The man hesitated before talking again. “Duane Tanner's got a scar like that. But I know him. Good kid, keeps his nose clean.”

Dean nodded. “Oh, I'm sure he does. Um. You know where he lives?”

“With his family, up Aspen Way.”

“Thank you.”

You bumped into a telephone pole as you and the brothers headed back to the car. You looked down at it, and something caught your eye. There was a single word etched into the pole: “CROATOAN.” You brushed your fingers over the etching. “Guys, look.”

“Croatoan?” Dean read.

“Yeah.”

Dean looked at you blankly.

Sam gave him a look. “Roanoke? Lost colony? Ring a bell? Dean, did you pay any attention in history class?”

“Yeah! Shots heard 'round the world, How bills become laws…” Dean trailed off.

“That's not school, that's Schoolhouse Rock,” Sam scoffed.

Dean rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”

“Anywho,” you cut back in. “Roanoke was one of the first English colonies— late 1500s-ish?”

“Oh yeah, yeah, I do remember that,” Dean said excitedly. “The only thing they left behind was a single word carved in a tree. Croatoan.”

“Yeah. There were theories,” you continued. “Native American raid, disease, famine, but nobody really knows what happened. They were all just… gone. Wiped out overnight.”

Dean cocked his head to the side. “You don't think that's what's going on here, I mean—”

Sam cut him off with a sigh. “Whatever I saw in my head, it sure wasn't good. But what do you think could do that?”

“Well, I mean, like I said, all of your weirdo visions are always tied to the Yellow-Eyed Demon somehow, so…” Dean trailed off.

“We should get help. Bobby, uh, Ellen maybe?” Sam suggested.

“Good idea,” you said. You pulled out your phone to call Bobby, only to discover you had no signal. “Great. No signal.”

The two brothers took their phones out as well. 

“Huh, me neither,” said Sam. 

“Nada,” Dean stated.

“Payphone, maybe?” you tried, leading the boys over to one. Unfortunately for you, all you heard was a beeping to signify no signal. “Line's dead.” You hung up the phone.

“I'll tell you one thing. If I was gonna massacre a town, that'd be my first step,” Dean noted, pointing at the payphone. 

***

You pulled up in front of a homely, slightly tacky cabin. Sam rapped his knuckles against the door, and almost immediately, a teenage boy opened it.

“Yeah?” he grinned.

Dean flashed his badge. “We're looking for Duane Tanner; he lives here, right?”

“Yeah, he's my brother,” the boy nodded.

“Can we talk to him?”

He sucked in air through his teeth. “Oh, he's not here right now.”

“Do you know where he is?” Dean pressed.

“Yeah, he went on a fishing trip up by Roslyn Lake.”

“Your parents home?” Sam questioned.

“Yeah, they're inside,” the boy nodded.

“Jake?” a voice called. ‘Oh, that’s his name.’ “Who is it?”

Dean spoke as the owner of the voice appeared. “Hi, U.S. Marshals, sir, we're looking for your son Duane.”

Mr. Tanner seemed confused. “Wh— Why? He's not in trouble, is he?”

“No, no, no, no. We just need to ask him a couple of routine questions, that's all.” Dean flashed a winning smile.

“When's he due back from his trip?” questioned Sam.

“I'm not sure.”

“Well, maybe your wife knows.”

The man’s eerie smile was far too cheerful for the current conversation. “No, I don't know, she's not here right now.”

You cocked your head to the side. “Your son said she was.”

Jake seemed caught. “Did I?”

This whole thing was weirding you the hell out.

“She's getting groceries,” Mr. Tanner smiled. “So, when Duane gets back, there's a number where he can get a hold of you?”

“Oh, no,” Dean said. “We'll just check in with you later.”

The three of you turned back down the steps, and you waited to talk until you heard the door close. “That was kind of creepy, right? Little too… Stepford?”

“Big time,” Dean replied.

You headed around the back of the house, ducking down to avoid being seen by the Tanners. You caught sight of a poor woman with mussed up blonde hair tied to a chair sweating and crying. You cocked your gun as Dean kicked in the door, and you quickly shot Mr. Tanner in the chest when he tried to charge you with a knife. You turned to Sam and Dean who were over by the window.

“He got away,” Dean grunted, referencing Jake who had leapt out of the window.

“Great,” you sighed. You turned your attention back to the woman in the chair and noticed a profusely bleeding wound. “Dean, start the car. Sam, get her to the backseat. I’m gonna patch her up as best I can til we can get to a doctor.”

The boys nodded and rushed to do your bidding. You rushed to the trunk of the Impala and pulled out your makeshift first aid kit— a collection of wraps, bandages, antiseptics, antibiotics, sutures, sewing needles, thread, and painkillers you gathered from random pharmacies and kept in a small, vintage tin box with roses etched into the lid and occasionally refilled. You hurriedly got in the backseat with the woman, and you kept her conscious by asking her questions about herself. You learned her name was Beverly, and that her two sons, Duane and Jake, went fishing and hunting together all the time. Her first sign that something was wrong was that Jake didn’t go with his brother on the trip. After her hiccups mourning the death of her husband— for which you profusely apologized to her— and hissing in pain as you kept pressure on her wound, you finally arrived at a small clinic on the main stretch of road. 

You held the pressure on her shoulder as you led her into the clinic, yelling, “Doctor! We need a doctor!”

A young woman in a pleasant floral jacket and cute pink headband came rushing out, concerned. “Mrs. Tanner, what happened?” she asked the woman on your shoulder.

“She’s been attacked,” you explained, hurrying past her.

“Dr. Lee!” the young woman called.

The doctor instructed you to head down the hallway into an examination room. You gently placed her down on the bed, and Beverly moaned as you shifted position around her to continue holding her shoulder. The doctor came into the room moments later followed by Sam and Dean, who stood at the doorway. You filled the doctor in on the medical history you’d gathered from Mrs. Tanner on the way to the clinic, and the doctor immediately set to work stitching the wound. You tossed the tattered and bloodstained jacket Mrs. Tanner had been wearing into the garbage and washed your hands up to your elbows. 

Beverly began to explain what happened to the doctor, who seemed shocked. “Wait, you said Jake helped him? Your son Jake?” the doctor asked.

Beverly nodded. “They beat me. Tied me up.”

“I don't believe it,” the young nurse breathed out. 

“Beverly… do you have any idea why they would act this way? Any history of chemical dependency?” Dr. Lee questioned.

“No, of course not. I don't know why. One minute they were my husband and my son. And the next, they had the devil in them.” Beverly shook as she spoke.

You walked out into the hallway with Sam and Dean.

“Those guys were whacked out of their gourds,” Dean commented.

“Ya think?” you snorted. “And what I don’t understand is, if they already beat and subdued her, why put that giant gash on her shoulder? That wound was fresh; like it happened this morning. Everything else seemed a few days old, at least.”

“Yeah, this whole thing is weird, man,” Sam added. “What do you guys think? Multiple demons, mass possession?”

“If it is a possession there could be more. I mean, God knows how many, it could be like a friggin' Shriner convention,” Dean grumbled. “Of course, that's one way to wipe out a town, you take it from the inside.”

“I don't know, man. We didn't see any of the demon smoke with Mr. Tanner, or any of the other usual signs,” Sam reminded his brother.

“Well, whatever. Something turned him into a monster. And you know if you woulda taken out the other one, there'd be one less to worry about,” the older brother chided.

Sam huffed, “I'm sorry, alright? I hesitated, Dean, it was a kid!”

“Boys, relax!” you scolded, standing between them.

Dean looked over your head at Sam. “No, it was an ‘it’. Not the best time for a bleeding heart, Sam.”

“Dean,” you murmured harshly. 

Dr. Lee stalked out of the lab, heels clicking loudly on the floor to let the brothers know it was time to stop arguing. 

“How is she?” you asked her.

“Terrible! What the hell happened out there?” she questioned.

“We don't know,” Dean shook his head.

“Yeah? Well, you just killed my next door neighbor.” Dr. Lee crossed her arms over her chest.

“I didn’t have a choice,” you told her. “All of us would’ve been dead if I hadn’t.”

“Maybe so, but we need the county Sheriff. I need the coroner —”

Sam cut her off. “Phones are down.”

“I know, I tried. Tell me you have a police radio in the car?” Dr. Lee pleaded.

“Yeah, we do. But it crapped out just like everything else,” Sam said.

The blonde ran a hand through her hair and began to pace. “I don't understand what is happening.”

“How far is it to the next town?” you asked her.

“It's about forty miles down to Sidewinder.”

“Alright, I'm gonna go down there, see if I can find some help. You’re coming with me.” He looked down at you before clapping Sam on the shoulder. “My partner 'll stick around, keep you guys safe.”

“Safe from what?” Dr. Lee questioned pointedly.

“We'll get back to you on that,” Dean responded. He then led you away from Sam and Dr. Lee and out to the Impala.

“What’d you do with Mr. Tanner?” you asked him.

“He’s in the lab somewhere. Man’s heavier than he looks,” he joked as he began to drive off.

“Dean, I killed him,” you mourned. “He was just a guy. Now, his two sons don’t have a father. He was a person.”

“(Y/N), since when are you all morally gray?” Dean questioned gently. His usual bite behind his sarcasm was missing. “I get it, but he wasn’t ‘just a guy’ anymore.”

“I know that,” you said. “That’s what I’m starting to get worried about. Normally, I wouldn’t think twice. Vamps used to be people. Hell, one of my first vamp kills was my parents. I don’t know what’s happening to me, man. I don’t hesitate— hell no— but… I don’t know.”

“Hey, I get it.” He reached across the seat and grabbed your hand. “I’m a straight shooter, too. I’m in the same place you are.”

You scooched across the bench seat and kept your hand entwined with Deans, playing with his fingers. You leaned your head on his shoulder, and he pulled your hand up to his lips and kissed it, eyes never leaving the road. 

“Things keep getting weirder, dude. Since when do we second-guess?” You tried to muster a laugh, but your heart wasn’t in it.

“I know. This whole thing is spinnin’ out of our control. I hate it,” he admitted. 

“Yeah, me, too,” you murmured. “I wish we could’ve met under normal circumstances.”

He chuckled. “Hm. Me, too.”

The rest of the drive was spent hand in hand and silent. You continued to play with Dean’s fingers and kept your head on his shoulder. Only when you saw two cars blocking the road and men standing with their large guns drawn did you pull your head up. Dean’s grip on your hand tightened— whether to reassure you or himself, you weren’t sure— as he rolled to a stop. You noticed one of the men in front of you was the teenager from the Tanner house, Jake. He stopped the car, frowning. Something banged on the roof of the car, making both you and Dean jump. His hand never left yours, and he shifted his body toward the man leaning down into the window almost protectively in front of you. “Oh-ho-ho. Hey,” Dean awkwardly laughed.

“Sorry. Road's closed,” the man at the driver’s side window grinned.

“Yeah, I can see that. What's up?” Dean questioned.

“Quarantine,” was his simple reply.

“Quarantine? Why?” you asked. Dean stiffened and tried to hide you more with his body when you spoke.

“Don't know,” the man tsked. “Something going around out there.”

“Uh-huh. Who told you that?” Dean asked, sass lying just below the surface of his tone.

The man’s face was blank when he responded. “County Sheriff.”

“Is he here?”

“No. He called. Say, why don't you get out of the car and we'll talk a little?”

Dean laughed nervously. “Well, you are a handsome devil, but I don't swing that way, sorry.”

“I'd sure appreciate it if you got out of the car, just for a quick minute.” The man’s stoicism was beginning to drop, and the anger bubbling just below the surface was becoming visible.

“Yeah, I'll bet you would.” Dean released your hand to quickly throw the car in reverse. The man grabbed his collar and held on for dear life as you tried your best to pry his fingers off. Thankfully, Dean swung the car around, finally cutting the man loose, and sped away. The sound of guns firing at the car filled your ears, but none of the bullets seemed to be hitting their desired target.

“You okay?” Dean asked you, throwing you a worried look.

“Yeah,” you heaved. “You?”

“Peachy,” he grunted.

Suddenly, the ex-military man you first met in town stepped in the path of the Impala, brandishing a rifle.

Dean slammed on his brakes, and you put your hands on the dashboard to steady yourself.

“Hands where I can see 'em!” the man yelled.

“Son of a—” Dean grumbled, holding his hands up. You did the same.

“Get out of the car! Out of the car!” he commanded.

You slowly slid across the seat to the passenger’s side door as Dean started climbing out. You took the opportunity of your hands being hidden behind the door to quickly whip out your handgun.

“Drop the gun!” you ordered.

“Put it down, now!” the man yelled back at you. “Are y’all part of 'em?!” 

“No!” Dean answered. “Are you?”

“No!”

“You could be lying!” Dean protested.

“So could you!”

“Alright! Alright,” you broke in. “We could do this all day, alright? Let's just, uh, let's take it easy before we kill each other.”

The sergeant relaxed slightly. “What's going on with everybody?”

“I don't know,” you admitted.

“My neighbor— Mr. Rogers, he—”

Dean interrupted the man. “You've got a neighbor named Mr. Rogers?”

“Not anymore,” the man responded gruffly. “He came at me with a hatchet. I put him down. He's not the only one, I mean, it's happening to everyone.”

“We’re heading over to the Doc's place, there's still some people left,” Dean explained.

“No, no way. I'm getting the hell out,” the older man stated.

“There's no way out, they got the bridge covered, now come on,” the older Winchester said.

“I don't believe you,” the man replied.

“Fine, stay here, be my guest.” It was then you noticed Dean was pointing a handgun at the man, too, who hesitated before walking over to the backseat of the Impala. He swapped his rifle for a handgun as he stooped down into the backseat, and you kept your gun trained on him over the back of your seat. The older man kept his gun aimed at you, but his eyes would frantically flick to Dean every now and again.

Dean looked between you and the man and put his gun away to be able to drive back to the clinic. “Well, this ought to be a relaxing drive.”

You pinned the sergeant to his spot in the backseat with a hard glare and your gun on him. He returned your glare and pointed gun the whole way to the clinic. Despite your aching arms, you refused to falter. “What’s your name?” you asked him, still on your guard.

“Mark.”

“Mark. Nice to meet you, Mark,” you smiled despite your situation.

Dean slowed to a stop in front of the clinic, and you and Mark mutually agreed to relax your guns. 

“Sammy? Open up!” Dean banged on the door to the clinic. 

Sam appeared at the glass a few moments later and allowed you inside. You kept your gun cocked and in your hand but pointed at the floor. 

“Did you guys, uh, get to a phone?” Sam questioned, looking between the three guns you were all brandishing.

“Road block.” Dean turned to Mark. “I'm gonna have a word. Doc's inside.”

Mark looked between the three of you, hesitating, before heading inside.

“What's going on out there, guys?” Sam asked.

“Man, I don't know, I feel like Chuck Heston in the Omega Man. I mean, Sarge is the only sane person I could find. What are we dealing with, do you know?” Dean questioned.

“Yeah. Doc thinks it's a virus.”

Dean snorted. “Okay, great. What do you think?”

“I think she's right.”

“Really?” Your eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“Really,” Sam answered. “And I think the infected are trying to infect others with blood-to-blood contact. Oh, but it gets better. The, uh, the virus? Leaves traces of sulfur in the blood.”

“Cool. Demonic virus,” you deadpanned.

“Yeah, more like demonic germ warfare,” Sam added.  “At least it explains why I've been having visions.”

“It's like a Biblical plague,” noted Dean.

“Yeah. You don't know how right you are, Dean. I've been poring through Dad's journal, found something about the Roanoke colony,” Sam began. “Dad always had a theory about Croatoan. He thought it was a demon's name. Sometimes known as Deva or sometimes Resheph. A demon of plague and pestilence.”

Dean laughed humorlessly. “Well, that— that's terrific. Why here, why now?”

“I have no idea. But Dean, who knows how far this thing can spread? We gotta get out of here, we gotta warn people—”

Before any of you could speak, Mark called from the back of the clinic, “They've got one! In here!”

Dean entered the room behind Sam. “What do you mean?” he asked Mark.

“The wife. She's infected,” Sam explained.

“We've gotta take care of this. We can't just leave her in there. My neighbors, they were strong. The longer we wait, the stronger she'll get,” Mark urged.

You hesitated, but only for a moment, before brushing past Sam and Dean into the lab with your gun drawn. 

“Whoa!” the sweet nurse from earlier exclaimed. “You're gonna kill Beverly Tanner?”

“Doctor, could there be any treatment? Some kind of cure for this?” Sam pleaded.

“Can you cure it?” You turned toward Dr. Lee.

“For God's sake, I don't even know what ‘it’ is!” she cried.

“I told you, it's just a matter of time before she breaks through,” Mark told you.

“Just leave her in there, you can't shoot her like an animal!” the young nurse said.

You slowly walked over to the door of the utility room Beverly was being held in. You, Dean, and Mark held your guns steady on the door. Sam carefully opened it to reveal Beverly huddled on the floor in a corner, crying into her knees. She jumped as you approached. “Mark, what are you doing? Mark, it's, it's them!” She pointed at you, Dean, and Sam, who stood over your shoulder. “They locked me in here, they— they tried to kill me! They're infected, not me! Please, Mark! You've known me all your life! Please!”

“You sure she's one of 'em?” Dean asked, looking at his brother. 

Sam nodded. Mark pulled back, looking distraught, and you took the opportunity to step forward. 

In an attempt to hear as few of her cries for mercy as possible, you quickly fired one shot square between her eyes. Guilt immediately clawed at your throat, and you thought you could throw up. You stowed your gun and crouched beside her crumpled form. You moved her into a less disturbing configuration, laying her on her back with her arms crossed over her chest. You closed her paralyzed, open eyes and brushed through her hair with your fingers. With the back of your hand, you wiped your own eyes and stood, leaving the room and shutting the door behind you. 

Choked up, you pushed past a concerned Sam and Dean and headed out to the car. You grabbed your duffel bag to have some reason for going outside from the trunk when you heard a sound from down the street: a car approaching. Your breath caught, and you ducked behind the wall of the clinic’s entrance; back pressed to it. You peeked out briefly to see Jake was the one driving the car with the man who had tried to kill you and Dean earlier. Soundlessly, you slipped back inside the building and turned the lights at the entrance off. 

You locked both the door to the entrance and the door to the waiting room behind you, hurriedly pulling down the shades and turning off as many unnecessary lights as possible. You turned the light off in the waiting room and stormed into the lab where everyone was huddled together. You pulled down the shades behind Dr. Lee wordlessly.

“(Y/N/N)?” Sam asked gently. “What’s wrong?”

“They’re here. Everybody, get yourself a weapon from my bag if you know how to use one. Don’t grab one, get injured, and then get infected, got it?” you ordered.

Sam nodded and grabbed your bag from you. He threw you your bowie knife and pulled a hunting knife from the duffel for himself. 

The young nurse, who you learned was named Pam, dropped a vial of blood, and she screamed. “Oh god! Is there any on me? Am I okay?”

Dr. Lee tried to calm her down. “You're clean, you're okay.”

“Why are we staying here? Please, let's just go!” Pam cried.

“No, we can't because those things are everywhere,” Dean stated firmly.

Pam began to sink to the floor. “Oh god!—”

“Hey, shh, shh,” Dr. Lee told her.

Sam turned to you and Dean who stood together by the lab’s entrance. “She's right about one thing,” he said just loud enough for the two of you to hear. “We can't stay here. We've gotta get out of here, get to the Roadhouse? Somewhere. Let people know what's coming.”

“Yeah, good point,” Dean nodded. “Night of the Living Dead didn't exactly end pretty.”

“Well, I'm not sure we've got a choice,” Mark cut in. “Lots of folks up here are good with rifles— even with all your hardware we're- we're easy targets. So unless you've got some explosives…” he trailed off.

You looked up at the shelf of medical supplies and turned to Sam. “You thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’?”

“Yeah, actually.” He grabbed a bottle of potassium chloride and waved it at you.

“I’m lost, what’s happening here?” Dean questioned. “Speak, nerds.”

You deadpanned at him. “Potassium chlorate bombs. I’ve gotta figure out a way to ionize the chloride and get some oxygen in it; otherwise, this’ll never—”

Your explanation was cut off by a loud banging on the door.

“Hey! Let me in, let me in! Please!” the voice called as you approached the door.

“It's Duane Tanner!” Mark announced. He opened the door to let him in, and you grabbed your gun in your jacket immediately.

“Thank god,” Duane breathed out, walking into the clinic. 

Mark locked the door behind him. “Duane, you okay?”

Dean quietly asked Sam, “That's the guy that I, uh—” he clicked his tongue.

Sam nodded, seeming shaken.

“Who else is in here?” Duane went to step into the lab, but Dean grabbed his arm.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy there, chief,” he said. “Hey Doc! Give Duane a good once-over, would you?”

Dr. Lee led your group into the lab. “Pam?”

Pam seemed to understand what that meant and moved to gather medical supplies.

“Who are you?” Duane asked Dean.

“Never mind who I am. Doc.”

Dr. Lee nodded nervously. “Yeah, okay.”

“Duane. Where you been?” Mark asked softly.

“On a fishing trip up by Roslyn. I came back this afternoon. I— I saw Roger McGill being dragged out of his house by people we know! They started cutting him with knives! I ran, I've been hiding in the woods ever since. Has anybody seen my mom and dad?”

Your heart squeezed in your chest and bile rose in your throat.

“Sweetheart, it’s okay,” Dean whispered to you. 

You could barely hear him over your heart pounding against your ribcage. You then noticed a deep gash in Duane’s left leg. “He’s bleeding.”

“Where'd you get that?” Dean interrogated.

“I was running, I must have tripped.” Duane’s cool tone was making it difficult to read whether he was infected or genuinely had no idea what was going on.

“Tie him up, there's rope in there,” the older brother ordered. You complied and dug the rope out of the supply closet.

“Wait—” Duane said, attempting to stand.

“Sit down!” Dean commanded, pointing his gun at Duane.

“I'm sorry, Duane, he's right,” Mark agreed. “We've gotta be careful.”

“Careful? About what?”

“Did they bleed on you?” Dean questioned, not answering the young man’s question.

“No, what the hell? No!” Duane frantically answered.

“Doc? Any way to know for sure, any test?” Sam questioned. You could tell he was trying to deescalate the situation before his vision came true. 

Dr. Lee sighed. “I've studied Beverly's bloodwork backwards and forwards.”

“My mom!” Duane cried.

Dr. Lee continued. “It took three hours for the virus to incubate. The sulfur didn't appear in the blood until then, so… no, there'd be no way of knowing. Not until after Duane turns.”

Sam looked over to his brother. “Dean, I gotta talk to you. Now.”

Dean looked over to you, and you nodded, standing up from where you’d tied Duane to the chair he was sitting in. You drew your gun and trained it on him while the brothers stepped out into the hall.

Dean reappeared a minute or so later.

“Where’s Sam?” you asked him.

He didn’t answer you. He simply cocked his gun and looked past you at Duane. Pam and Dr. Lee startled to their feet, chests heaving as they looked between Dean and Duane.

“No, you're not gonna—” Duane heaved. “No, no, I swear it's not in me!”

“Oh God. We're all gonna die,” Pam cried.

“Maybe he's telling the truth,” Mark tried.

“No, he's not him, not anymore.”

“Stop it! Ask her, ask the doctor! It's not in me!” Duane pleaded.

Dr. Lee shook her head and hesitantly looked at Dean. “I… I can’t tell.”

Duane began to sob. “Please, don't. Don't, please. I swear, it's not in me, it's not in me, I swear, I— I swear it's not in me. No, don't.”

Dean seemed to get choked up, too. “I got no choice.” 

You stared at him, eyes almost pleading him not to pull the trigger. However, you would also respect his choice if he did; you knew the risks. Dean trembled, hesitating, and finally lowered the gun. “Dammit,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. 

He left the room, and you followed. Dean let Sam out of the room he’d apparently locked his younger brother in wordlessly and kept stalking down the hall. Sam simply looked after him for a moment before turning back to the lab, but you followed Dean further.

He turned into a dark exam room at the end of the hall. You did so as well, making sure the curtains were drawn as tightly as possible before you flicked on the desk lamp. Dean sat in a chair while you sat in another, facing him. Neither of you said a word for a moment. 

“What made you stop?” you asked him.

He hesitated before answering. “Sam,” he replied simply. “And you.”

Your breath caught at his admission. “Me?” you asked, just loud enough for him to hear. 

He nodded, unable to meet your gaze. 

“Why?” you asked softly.

“Couldn’t let you watch me do that,” he muttered. “And… I want you to see me how I see you.”

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“I mean— You just— You remind me that there’s good out there. In all this crap. You make me wanna be better,” he admitted, gaze still pointed to the floor. 

You reached over and tilted his chin to face you with your index finger, forcing him to look at you. “Dean—”

He cut you off by surging forward to crush his lips to yours. You sighed into the kiss, winding your hands around his neck and threading your fingers through his hair. He cupped your chin with one hand and grabbed your waist with the other. You kissed once, then again, then one final time before simply resting your foreheads against each other’s. You nudged his nose with yours, eyes still closed, and he stroked circles on your hip with his thumb. 

The two of you were broken apart by the sound of a scream and two shots being fired off. You barely shared a look before sprinting toward the sound with your guns drawn.

“It’s Sam,” Mark told you. “He’s infected.”

Your jaw went slack at the sight of Sam on the floor with an open wound on his chest and Pam lying dead on the floor beside him.

“Oh, god,” you breathed out, turning to see Dean completely shocked and terrified.

*** Your group had Sam tied to a chair with a bandage over his wound. Dean was angry, and Sam seemed defeated. Your heart broke for both brothers and for the fact that you were gonna lose an amazing friend soon. 

“Nobody is shooting my brother,” Dean stated firmly.

Duane argued, “He isn't gonna be your brother much longer. You said it yourself.”

“Nobody is shooting anyone!” you shouted. 

“He was gonna shoot me!” Duane gestured toward Dean.

“You don't shut your pie-hole, I still might!” Dean grunted.

Sam’s sad voice caught everyone’s attention. “Dean, they're right. I'm infected; just give me the gun and I'll do it myself.”

“Fuck that,” Dean scoffed.

“Dean, I'm not gonna become one of those things,” Sam pleaded.

“Sam, we've still got some time—”

Mark cut Dean off. “Time for what? Look, I understand he's your brother, and I'm sorry, I am. But we gotta take care of this.” He pulled out his gun.

“I'm gonna say this one time— you make a move on him, you'll be dead before you hit the ground. You understand me? Do I make myself clear?!” Dean growled.

Mark’s face was set in hard lines. “Then what are we supposed to do?!”

Dean tossed Mark his kets. “Get the hell out of here, that's what. Take my car. You've got the explosives, there's an arsenal in there. You two go with him. You've got enough firepower to handle anything now. (Y/N), you go with them.”

“Dean, no!” you said. “I’m not leaving you!”

“Sweetheart, you have to—”

“No!”

“Guys, no. No. Go with them. This is your only chance!” Sam cried.

Dean turned to his younger brother. “You're not gonna get rid of me that easy.”

Mark chimed back in. “No, he's right. Come with us.”

Dean just stared at him.

“Okay, it's your funeral.” He led Duane and Dr. Lee out the door.

“Thank you, for everything,” Dr. Lee told you as she left.

“Don’t mention it,” you said halfheartedly.

She shut the door behind you, and Sam began to cry.

You were repeatedly surprised by Dean’s sense of play and slight immaturity at the grimmest of moments. “Wish we had a deck of cards, or a foosball table or something.”

“Don’t do this,” Sam pleaded. “Just get the hell out of here.”

“He’s right, (Y/N), you should leave,” Dean tired.

You crossed your arms and spoke with authority despite your soft tone. “Dean, we’ve discussed this already. I’m not going anywhere without you.”

“Give me my gun and leave,” Sam begged.

“For the last time, Sam. No,” Dean stated.

Sam slammed his fists against his chair. “This is the dumbest thing you've ever done.”

“Oh, I don't know about that. Remember that waitress in Tampa?” Dean shuddered.

“Dean, I'm sick. It's over for me. It doesn't have to be for you two,” Sam sobbed. “You can keep going.”

“Who says I want to?” Dean admitted.

“What?” you and Sam breathed out.

Dean pulled his handgun out of his waistband and put it on the file cabinet behind him. “I'm tired, Sam. I'm tired of this job, this life… this weight on my shoulders, man. I'm tired of it.”

Sam scoffed. “So, what, so you're just going to give up? You're just gonna lay down and die? Look, Dean, I know this stuff with Dad has—” 

“You're wrong. It's not about Dad. I mean, part of it is, sure, but…” he trailed off.

“What is it about?” Sam questioned.

A knock at the door broke the tense silence settled over the room. “You'd better come see this,” Dr. Lee called through the door.

You quickly untied Sam and brought him out to where Dr. Lee, Dean, Mark, and Duane were already gathered. 

“There's no one. Not anywhere. They've all just… vanished,” Dr. Lee explained.

“Croatoan,” you realized, looking over at the telephone pole opposite you.

***

Miraculously, the virus didn’t incubate in Sam’s blood. Strangely, when Dr. Lee looked back at the Tanner samples, the sulfur was gone, too. Confused and slightly uneasy, you and the brothers packed up the Impala. 

“Hey, the Sarge and I are getting the hell out of here, heading south. You should come,” Duane suggested to Dr. Lee.

“I'd better get over to Sidewinder, get the authorities up here. If they'll believe me. Take care,” she told them.

Mark waved to the three of you as well as Dr. Lee. 

“What about him?” Dean pointed to his brother.

“He's going to be fine. No signs of infection,” she grinned.

You turned to Sam.

“Hey, don't look at me. I got no clue,” he said.

“I swear, I'm gonna lose sleep over this one. I mean, why here, why now? And where the hell did everybody go? It's like they just fuckin’ melted,” Dean griped.

“Why was I immune?” Sam wondered aloud.

“Yeah. You know what? That's a good question. You know, I'm already starting to feel like this is the one that got away.” Dean walked around to the driver’s side of the car and pulled away from the town. His words hung ominously over the car for the remainder of your drive.

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Hi lovely, I hope you’re doing good🥰 I have an F1 idea (any driver) for some inspo. What about being teammates with said driver and you don’t turn up on media day. Your phone is off and it’s like you’ve fallen on the face of the earth and they are losing their minds but eventually hunt you down and find you spiralling about quali or the race

“Thank you”

Charles Leclerc x driver!reader

A/N: first request!! love!! thank you xxx

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“Thank you.”

Charles forced a smile as he accepted a steaming cup of coffee, still entirely too tired to even function. He never got used to the early mornings on media days, especially not in gloomy, grey and cold England. Sinking down in his chair in the makeshift conferenceroom he pushed his chin down, trying to crawl deeper into his own sweater. With a first sip of the coffee he let out a soft breath before glancing across the table, scanning all the faces. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was looking for one in particular. A small pout formed on his face when he couldn’t find you. Normally you would’ve been here way before him, already on your second or third cup by the time he trudged into the room. Charles didn’t particularly like to talk to people in the morning but you were the exception, your cheerful demeanor somehow bringing him out of his shell.

“Where’s Y/N?” He asked, glancing over at Fred who in turn looked over at his assistant. She shook her head, a stressed frown on her face.

“We don’t know, she’s not here. I’ve tried her phone several times.” People around the table started murmuring as they too seemed to realize your absence. Charles frowned, somewhat offended that it hadn’t been the first thing on their mind like it was his. He listened to debates about why you were late, most betting that you just simply overslept, but for some reason he had a bad feeling. You’d never been late and he knew for a fact that you didn’t set your phone to silent while you slept, scared you’d miss something, so several calls from Fred’s assistant should’ve woken you up in that case.

“I’m sure she’ll turn up eventually. We’ll keep trying her.” Fred stated before going into today’s schedule. They talked about all the things they had planned on having you do, since this was your home race after all, and discussed what to move over to Charles plate instead. Charles barely listened, instead discreetly pulling his phone up under the table to text you. After sending you a few messages, asking where you were, he also texted Daniel whom he knew you were tight with. When his phone dinged a few minutes later he quickly turned it up, somewhat disappointed when it was Daniel who replied and not you. He hadn’t heard from you either. Charles remembered that the two of you started find my phone the last time you went out together with some of the others, a safety measure taken to ensure that no one got lost, and he quickly looked your phone up. The frown on his face deepened. The last time your phone had been online was just a few minutes ago, so obviously you were awake. Why didn’t you answer? On the bright side it seemed to be in your apartment in Oxford and the idea of driving out there silently grew on him.

“Charles?” His gaze snapped up, cheeks heating up slightly when he noticed the room almost empty. Fred’s assistant stared questioning at him from across the table.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Whats going on today? Y/Ns not here and you’re spending the entire meeting on your phone? I didn’t think I had to deal with this kind of stuff with you two.”

“M’sorry.” He shoved his phone into his pocket, sitting up a bit straighter in the chair. “I was trying to reach her.”

“And?”

Charles shook his head. For the following hours he had trouble focusing on the tasks at hand, mind occupied with the thought of you. He pushed through the interviews, finding Daniel when he had a short break to once again ask if he’d seen or heard from you. To be honest he wanted him to say no. The thought of you responding to Daniel and not him had his jaw clenching in annoyance.

“I haven’t talked to her mate.” Daniel shook his head, checking his phone just in case, before looking at his friend. Charles was pacing, which Daniel found very out of the ordinary for the usually so calm and collected man. He watched him for a few seconds, walking back and forth with his hands on his hips, until he couldn’t take it any longer. “Maybe you should go to her house? You’ve been there before, right?”

Charles stopped, gaze snapping up to look at Daniel. Dan stared back at him with an expectant look on his face, almost surprised that Charles hadn’t already left to go find you. “Yeah, sure. But I can’t just show up at her home.” The Aussie rolled his eyes, letting out a huff.

“Just go Chuck.” Charles didn’t have to be told twice and the second he could get out of media he practically sprinted to his car. He typed in the address of your Oxford home in the car, frequently checking his phone as he drove in case you answered. When he rolled to a stop next to your car you still hadn’t responded to any calls or messages and to say that he was freaking out was an understatement. What could possibly make you not answer your phone for an entire day? Without a second thought Charles knocked on your door, heart beating out of his chest. He knocked again, and again and again, the scenarios in his head getting worse and worse by the second. He was just starting to consider calling the police when he suddenly heard the lock turn, the door being slowly pulled open a second later. Charles could practically feel the anxiety run off him when was able to lay eyes on you, realizing you were at the very least alive. He scanned you quickly, dressed in just a big T-shirt and hair loosely held up by a claw clip.

“Charles?” His gaze shot up to meet yours, frowning slightly at the look of your red and puffy eyes.

“Hey.” He couldn’t think of anything to say, not quite knowing how to approach you.

“What are you doing here?” You were confused to say the least. You had woken up from the sudden banging on your door, having spent last night and the start of this day absolutely panicking. Now Charles was standing outside your house and you were trying to piece together what was happening.

“I came to check on you-“ he paused, tilting his head slightly. “Are you okay?”

Maybe it was the way he said it. Maybe it was the fact that you’d been freaking out for months about this seasons silverstone race. Maybe it was the fact that you hadn’t eaten that much and slept badly for the past few days or maybe it was just the fact that it was Charles asking you but the second the words left his lips you felt your bottom lip quiver. Charles eyes widened when he saw the tears start to form in yours, panicking due to the fact that he just made you cry. The moment the first sob left your lips he acted on pure instinct, pulling the door open wider to be able to step closer to you. You let him wrap you up in a tight hug while your arms hung limply to your sides. Charles backed you into the house while you cried against his chest, alarm bells ringing loudly in his head. He managed to close the door before lifting your feet off the ground enough so that he could trudge deeper into the house. Vaguely remembering the way to your living room he was proud to find it on the first try, sinking down in the couch with you still in his arms. His heart broke at the way you curled yourself closer to him, your whole frame shaking with sobs.

“I’m sorry.” He think he heard you get out, frown deepening at the thought of you apologizing. Charles tightened his grip on your, hand smoothing up and down your back in a calming matter as he urged you to breath with him.

“Feel my chest move? Try matching it.” He mumbled, straining his neck to be able to look down at you. Half your face was hidden against his hoodie and he moved a hand to pull some of your hair back to be able to see the other half. Not breaking away from him, not even an inch, you tried your best to follow his instructions. Your hand was splayed over his chest and you tried to match your breathing with the way it rose and fell. “That’s it.” Charles encouraged you softly. Slowly but steadily you began to calm down and for every minute that the panic diminished the realization of what you’d just put Charles through dawned on you. With a final sniff you pulled away from Charles who, without thinking, tried to pull you back. The two of you shared a look before he quickly let go, letting you shuffle far away enough in the couch so you weren’t touching.

“I’m so sorry Charles-“ you began, wiping your cheeks with your palms, but Charles interrupted.

“Don’t. I really don’t mind.” He quickly assured you. When you didn’t answer he shifted slightly towards you, tilting his head. “You wanna tell me what’s going on?” It was bold to just ask straight out, he knew that, but something about the way you’d just clung to him like a lifebouy made him feel like he had the right. You let out a soft sigh, pulling your legs up under yourself to make yourself more comfortable.

“I don’t know, I just- this race is fucking with my head.” You muttered, shrugging your shoulders.

“I thought you loved Silverstone? It’s your home race after all?”

“I know!” You groaned, throwing your head back. “I do love Silverstone and I was so excited a week ago but then a few nights ago I had this nightmare and it was so real and since then I’ve just been freaking out and now I can’t even look at my phone without crying and panicking and I cried on you now too and-“

“Y/N.” Charles stopped your blabbering, shuffling closer so he could grab your hand in his. You let your eyes land on his face, feeling yourself slightly relax when they met his green ones. Charles offered a soft smile. “What was the nightmare about?”

“Last year.” You mumbled, voice a lot more quiet than a moment ago. Charles frowned for a second before he realized what you were talking about. Last year. You crashed last year. At silverstone. How could he have forgotten about that?

“The crash?”

You answered with a nod, gaze dropping down to watch how his hand squeezed yours. “Yeah. I just, I don’t know. It spooked me I guess. I’ve crashed many times but that one was different.” Charles remembered it now, he knew it had been bad. He could still recall the smoke covering the whole wreckage and the fact that no matter how hard he looked for you as he slowly passed the crashsite he never found you. It wasn’t until after the race he found out you’d been taken to the hospital for a scan. Luckily everything had looked fine and you came out of it miraculously okay, but looking at you now he could tell it still shook you. “I remembered being brought from the car to the garage before they decided to bring me to the hospital and my mother was watching me and crying and I couldn’t even speak to her. That was probably the worst part, not being able to control anything. I couldn’t move, speak. They say it was the chock. I don’t know.” You trailed of, shrugging your shoulders again. Charles let his thumb run over your knuckles.

“Are you afraid it’s going to happen again?”

“Not really, no.” You realized when you said it that you weren’t nervous for the race. You had improved since last year, that was for sure. The weather was supposed to be better this time too and overall you felt secure. Charles hummed in acknowledgment and things went quiet for a while. You felt yourself actually start to think about it for the first time. The past few days you hadn’t been thinking, you’d been panicking. Apparently all it took was Charles presence to have you calm down enough to realize the difference.

“Do you want to skip it? You can always play sick and have Bearman drive.”

“No. I wanna do it. I’d never skip a race.” You were determined, looking up at Charles again. He raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on his lips. Now he started to recognize you.

“Are you sure?” The teasing voice was one you were familiar with, one you loved. You couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh, nodding quickly. The sound made Charles heart flutter.

“I’m positive.”

The two of you fell into your normal jargon after that and Charles told you everything you’d missed during media. You noted that he never let go of your hand and that every time you laughed he’d squeezed it slightly. You didn’t mind. After a while Charles offered to make dinner and despite you telling him you had nothing in your fridge he got started. You were impressed with what he managed to whip up using close to nothing. You were in awe of how Charles had managed to completely turn you around in less than a few hours and you were incredibly grateful that he’d taken time out of his day to actually drive out and check up on you. Honestly, the thought made your stomach flutter.

Eventually Charles had to leave, the sun was far gone and both of you had an early morning tomorrow, and you watched him shrug on his jacket in the foyer. He had you promise him to call if anything were bothering you and you gave him your word. He’d be the first to know. Charles watched you for a moment before nodding, a satisfied smile on his face.

“I’ll see you first thing in the morning then?”

“Yep, unless I get murdered for missing media day.” You mused, making Charles chuckle. You leaned against the wall, eyes following Charles check his pockets for his keys before turning towards the door. “Charles?” He paused for a second, hand on the door handle. Charles savored the way his name sounded coming from your lips. Your voice was soft, like silk, and he almost longed to hear it again.

“Hmm?” Charles just had time to turn back around to face you when you basically threw yourself at him. He stumbled at the impact, quickly regaining himself as you slung your arms over his shoulders. It took a moment of comprehension before he wrapped his own arms around you, holding you against his chest. Maybe he took it too far when he pressed his nose against the top of your head, but you didn’t say anything and he couldn’t stop himself.

“Thank you.”

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My writing of a v3 pregame AU:

The way ppl in 2020/2021 wrote pregame made me really confused because they said stuff like “oh it’s the opposite of the imgame” then made it not the opposite whatsoever so here’s my pregame rewrite or headcanon or au or whatever you want to call it

Shuichi Saihara

in the fanon of pregame he’s seen as this abusive masocist sadist manipulator but here I’m just gonna make him an autistic outcast that kinda sits at the back of his class drawing stuff of his danganronpa hyperfixation on the corner of his worksheets, he’s very online and makes theories on a blog about danganronpa, he has alot of online mutuals but not alot of real friends. His biggest fear is being seen as “just okay”.

Kokichi Ouma

In the fanon pregame kokichi is seen as this helpless little baby but in mine to contrast the ingame he’d be alot more social and trustworthy, one of the popular kids but not in a mean way, he has a little crew of friends he calls his “gang” but in reality all they do is like hang out on weekends. His biggest fear is accidentally hurting someone.

Kaede Akamastu

In fanon pregame kaede is seen as this bully but in mine she’d be struggling with mental health alot and stay in her bed for most of the time, she doesn’t really like people and has trust issues but she follows Shuichi’s danganronpa blog and supports him all the way. Her biggest fear is being gaslit or tricked.

Kaito Momota

In fanon pregame Kaito is seen as this bully thats always beating up kokichi but in mine he’d be reserved and quiet, on a few sports teams but nothing too exceptional to be noticed, he envy’s kokichi and his popularity. He wants to be popular and have friends but his social anxiety permits that. His biggest fear is being seen as an idiot.

Maki Harukawa

I don’t know much about fanon pregame maki. In mine she’s a top student but very reserved, she’s often a target for bullies (when she signed up for danganronpa she wanted a talent that could protect her) but doesn’t let it get to her. She’s relatively good friends with Kaito and more social than her ingame personality. Her biggest fear is losing herself.

Miu Iruma

In my au pregame Miu would be very focused on her grades but often has trouble grasping the material, she spends alot of time in the library alone, definitely an outcast. Her biggest fear is not having a job in the future and having to sell her body.

Rantaro Amami

In my au rantaro is a very nervous and uptight person, very rule bent. He is a relatively good student and admires Maki. He is always on Kaede’s tail for either showing up late or not showing up at all. His biggest fear is letting his guard down and getting hurt because of it.

K1-B0 (aka Kiibo)

In my au kiibo is not a robot but has an intense intrest in technology and AI. He mainly spends time in the computer room hacking stupid stuff onto it. He is a relatively relaxed person that doesn’t care about much, a little bit selfish too. He keeps all of his pictures and information neatly organized in files on his computer at home. His biggest fear is breaking a device to the extent that it loses everything on it.

Gonta Gokuhara

In my au Gonta is an outcast, big nature lover tree hugger and is ostracized for this, he fears technology. He is very self centered and forgets to think about others sometimes, he mainly spends his time in the school garden helping bugs off the pathway. His biggest fear is robots taking over the world.

Korekiyo Shinguji

In my au korekiyo would be chronically ill, having to be taken care of by his older sister (whom he has a completely platonic relationship with) because of this he mainly spends time in the library researching about anthropology, he keeps to himself and doesn’t like to talk too much. His biggest fear is losing his sister.

Ryoma Hoshi

In my Au ryoma would be a very caring person, on the tennis team but not extraordinary at it, very social and friendly and has a good relationship with Kokichi. Very content with his life but is envious of taller people and always strives to be a better tennis player. His biggest fear is being isolated from society.

Kirumi Tojo

In my au Kirumi is a very nice person who usually makes plans for her friends, she loves cleaning and helping out with the little things, very social. Her biggest fear is being in power.

Himiko Yumeno

Himiko is a very isolated person so she uses magic and card tricks to try and get people to like her, she tries very hard to be “cool” and “mysterious” but she always fails and ends up rambling endlessly about whatever she was thinking of that day. Her biggest fear is people thinking her magic is real.

Angie Yonaga

Angie is a transfer student that joined a while back, she doesn’t talk alot and has a bit of religious trauma. she loves any kind of art and her main specialty is sculpting, she has trouble grasping other forms of art. Her biggest fear is Cults.

Tsumugi Shirogane

Tsumugi is a very reserved and doesn’t talk alot, but when she is talked to she could ramble on about cosplay forever. She uses cosplay as an escape from the world. She tries her hardest to be the kindest she can be, but she struggles with intrusive thoughts and emotions alot. Her biggest fear is being the villain.

Tenko Chabashira

Tenko is a calm and collected person or at least she tries to be, she gets angry easily and uses martial art to blow of steam. She has a bit of trauma which makes her untrusting of alot of men, but she’s trying to get help and is trying to befriend more male students. Her biggest fear is letting her trauma get in the wayof her relationships.

And thats it! I made their personalities actually the opposite of their ingame. This took a while and no one is gonna read this but thats okay.

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ENHYPEN Series

sinag | psh.

chapter twelve

pairings: park sunghoon x reader

synopsis: waiting for a great plot twist in your life, the ruthless and powerful mafia boss park sunghoon forced his way in to it.

word count: 4k

warnings: contains harrassment, violence, guns, killings, abuse, obsessive love & other stuff. if you can't take this stuff, feel free to scroll away. let me know if i missed some. (please be responsible and avoid fics that contains warnings that can trigger you.)

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“Thank you.” you smiled gently at the cabin crew once she placed your tea in front of you. She flashed back this kind smile before she puts Sunghoon’s whiskey in front of him.

Your eyes trailed from the whiskey then to the man staring right at you. It almost made you gagged when you met his piercing gaze. Your stomach churns, feeling slightly on edge.

“You didn’t even say thank you.”

Sunghoon was amused. That in the middle of this situation, you still have the time to call him out because he didn’t said thank you to the cabin crew. He couldn’t help but to wonder how innocent and pure you are.

“She’s working for me. It's just right for her to do that, she’s just doing what I paid her to do.” the words coming out from his mouth almost made your ears bleed. It was unbelievable for you.

You know he isn’t nice, but he still just proves you he can be even much worst.

“Once we arrive, you will live in my mansion.” he then continued.

Your brows furrowed hardly and you carefully settle your cup down, making sure it won’t break or anything. The news just shocked you to the bone.

“Pardon?” you faked a chuckle. “You’re joking, right?”

He took a sip from his liqour and shows no reaction to his face. “Tell me, Aelia...” he says in a very husky tone.

He bat his eyes slowly while keeping his stares right at you.

“Do I look like I’m joking to you?” his placid expression and dark eyes sure tells you that he’s dead serious.

“B-But I can’t! I have a family, my parents will worry about me,” a joke. It was a big joke, you are lying because you’re pretty much sure that they won’t even care if you suddenly disappear.

Oh maybe they will because nobody will give them money anymore, but basically nothing more than that.

He licks his lips, “I will take care of it. I’ll talk to them.”

“How about my j-job? I need to show up to my office because I’m the breadwinner to my family. I h-have to send money to them.” facts. That’s very much true. You did lost contact with your parents right after they kicked you out, but then after figuring about your new found job, they started asking you for money again.

“I’ll support them, don’t worry. I won’t let them starve. And for your job...” he stalls his words, eyes wonders far remembering that you are working in a company that he actually owned.

He smiled inwardly thinking of transferring the ownership into yours instead. Right. That could work. In that way, you will be the CEO of that company, you don’t ever need to worry about being late or absent most of the times.

But then he also remembers what Jake told him. His friend mentions something about not informing you that he owns the company yet. He said it will probably cause him trouble more than benefit him.

“You don't have to work anymore. Quit your job.” he instructs strictly.

You’re completely caught off-guard so you raised an eyebrow at him, “Excuse me? I’m not going to quit my job.”

You love your job. It’s been the first time ever that you actually enjoyed your workplace. The employees were always nice at you and don’t hate you for basically doing nothing bad towards them.

“I will take care of you and everything you need so there’s no need for that.” he sounded so confident. Like the type of confidence that gives you the impression that he can buy you everything.

“Why?” you asked finding him unbelievable. “I don’t understand why you will support me and take care of me. I’m not your wife? We’re not even in a relationship.”

Because the way he said those things, its only applicable for a husband assuring his wife that he will take care of them. That she can lean on him and don’t worry about anything anymore.

His eyes brightens a bit, it was hard to tell but you manage to see it. Even if its just in a very short time.

“Do you want to change that? Want to be my wife? Let’s get married.” you are taken aback even more. The way he surprises you over and over is amusing.

He’s really losing his mind.

Your shoulder fell as you keep your stares at him. “Mr. Park, look—”

“Sunghoon.” he cuts you off. “Call me Sunghoon.”

You gulped, couldn't handle how soft the tone he just used. The way he softly said it almost sent you to oblivion. Heart thumping and stomach churning. Crazy how this man affects you just by talking gently.

“I’m dead serious here. I don’t know anything about you except for the fact that you’re Park Sunghoon, a mafia who does a lot of illegal stuff and the one who kidnapped me.”

Sunghoon’s trying so hard to listen, after all he doesn’t want to miss any of the things you’re saying. But the way you look so beautiful in front of him is very distracting. The way your lips moves everytime you talk, your hands gestures that you unconsciously do and your facial expression that absolutely adorable.

“So you want to know me more?”

Your lips hangs open, unable to find the right words to say in order to make this gorgeous man understand.

His intense gaze and smirk slowly forming his lips made you blush. It still doesn’t make sense how someone this good looking exist at your lifetime. This man have the face of somebody from a manga.

“All right. Let’s go on dates then.” his grin just grew wider at the amount of ideas for your dates that occupies his mind.

He’s down bad for you, willing to do and give everything just to please you. He knew he’s in trouble and that soon enough he’ll be a slave to you. But that’s the least of his concern.

You can drain his bank accounts, which is not possible, as long as he can have you.

“Wear this.” he said as he place this elegant dress at the bed you were laying on moments ago. You looked at it with cautious eyes. They were clearly still puffy with all the crying you just did after you two arrived at his huge mansion last night.

“I don’t want to.”

“I’m not asking. I am telling you to wear it.” he spat and sat down at the chair. He looked extra handsome today, wearing something that surely suits him well.

Your eyes darted at the dress and you can’t help but to admire it. It is undeniably beautiful, but your gaze wanders back to his suit. It doesn’t match his dark clothing.

A sundress with a pastel color, slightly doesn’t go along with his usual formal wear but totally your type of style. It doesn’t look bad, the combination is fine, just gives different dynamic. It perfectly shows how different your personalities are.

“What are you waiting for?” his tone indicates how he’s really out of patience already.

“Do you expect me to change here? In front of them?” you asked sarcastically and even motioned his men.

His eyes turned dark right away, “Leave the room.” he seriously said and without another word, they did leave.

You furrowed your eyes as you watch how he didn’t even budge from his place, “You too.”

He tilted his head at the side, “And why? I want to stay and watch.” he smirked dangerously as he scanned you from head to toe, sending instant shiver to your spine.

You felt heat rush over your cheeks and you tried to hide it by quickly crossing your arms at him. “Do you want me to change or not?”

He rolled his eyes before heaving a sigh as he stood up, “Okay, love. Hurry up.” he mumbled before walking close to you and casually placing a kiss at the side of your head before he heads out.

You were stunned at the sudden affection and you felt your heart racing. Not to mention, he dropped that endearment like a bomb. He’s totally a criminal and everything he does feels illegal.

You sighed and tried calming yourself down. This isn’t the right time to have your heart racing like crazy. He isn’t a nice person.

You head out after putting the dress and scanning yourself at the mirror for two minutes. It looks fine for you, but you feel like it would look better with some make up on and so you did.

Last night after arriving at the airport, you’re escorted into his car. It was a different from the one he used before and kind of made you wonder how many cars does he have.

He soon drove off towards somewhere. You’ve seen these types of vehicle on movies and you knew it can be really fast. But maybe Sunghoon noticed how nervous you are after hearing its roaring engine and drives in a decent speed.

The drive didn’t took long as you notice the car entering this huge gate. Just by the looks of it, you can tell that the person who owns it reeks off of money, which happen to be the same person sitting beside you.

People who wears uniform lined up by the entrance of the main mansion. The property itself is very spacious and you cannot tell how big this land it. Maybe you’ll get a better view in the morning, the dark made it a bit more hard to tell.

“Stay here.” he spat before stepping outside. A pout forms your lips at the way he commands you, but left to just follow it. The plane ride and all that happened prior to this somehow drains you, unable to even put up a fight to escape.

Besides, the view of this wonderful mansion sure took your interest. It was so elegant and beautiful. Something that everybody dreams of living in. A dreamland.

He opens your door and despite the faint glare on your eyes, you mumble a short thank you for him. He smirks then helps you get out from the vehicle.

His serious and placid expression went back the moment he faces his people. It caught your attention and watches how quick he changes his mood.

Everyone bows as you walk pass them and it made you a bit uncomfy. They’re paying respect for Sunghoon and since he’s dragging you to walk along with you, it looks like they’re doing the same thing to you.

It made you feel uneasy and ended up lowering your head for them as well. Greeting them softly while passing by. Sunghoon heard it and glances over his shoulder. He saw how you’re confused on what you’re suppose to do.

It was adorable that he craned his neck too quickly in order to hide the smile forming his lips.

The inside of the mansion is even more breath-taking. Although, you didn’t have much time to admire every part of it since it was really huge and since Sunghoon asked you to be escorted to your room so you can rest.

And now, here you are. Inside one of the big, elegant rooms of his mansion. Staring at your reflection through the big mirrors inside the fancy bathroom. It was like a dream. Even the biggest hotels you’ve been to doesn’t match the luxury of this place.

After realizing you’ve taken so much time preparing and maybe he’s out of patient already, you decided to go. Heart started thumping again out of worry.

When you stepped out from the room, you saw how Sunghoon’s eyes sparkled. He looked amused like as if he just saw something amazing. You can't help but once again blush hardly because you didn’t even fixed yourself that much.

With a few steps he approached closer, “You look so beautiful.” he stated and gently grabbed your hands before he took it to his lips and planted a small kiss.

You’re completely caught off guard and you can feel blood rushing over to your cheeks. The strong urge to resist these feelings inside your stomach are trying hard to put up a fight to unwanted feelings he’s slowly waking inside you. His intense stares are really giving you a hard time. He stood right in front of you gorgeously, his aura screaming nothing but power and dominance.

“You look so beautiful.” he repeated himself like as if the first time he said it was not enough.

With a blushing face, “C-Can you cut it out? It’s the dress that’s pretty.” you tried to avoid his eyes but then something about them kept pulling your gazes back.

Sunghoon tilted his head and leaned closer to your face with a small grin on his pretty lips, he moved his hand then slowly rested it over your waist. With soft strokes he caress it up and down, eyes never leaving your shy ones.

“I disagree. The dress looked pretty only because you're the one wearing it.” he stated firmly and you gulped as he drop a kiss at your cheeks once before guiding you out of that place.

The fresh, cold air felt amazing as it blew over your skin. He opened the car’s door for you and without any complain, you entered.

The few times that the mafia boss visited you to talk clearly taught you some lessons. He gets pissed easily whenever you don’t obey. And putting him into that mood always doesn’t end well. In order to make sure you won’t make your situation even worst, you’ve got to try not to piss him off.

“Where are we going?” you question when he made it at the driver’s seat.

His car, as expected, is like those expensive sports car you’ve only seen in movies. You don’t know much about cars, but it suits him well. This type of vehicle is perfect for the young mafia boss. Looked so cool and just by looking at it is enough to say about his status in life.

He glanced at you for a while as he started the engine. You even saw some of his men taking the vehicles just around where Sunghoon’s car.

“I’m taking you to a proper date. To celebrate that I finally found you.” he said.

Despite knowing the fact that he had been searching for you for years now, you still find it unbelievable. Not that he doesn’t have the resources and money for doing all of that, but the bigger question is why? Why would he do all these things for someone he just met once?

You still cannot understand and believe how someone like him can do all of those for you?

Your stares unconsciously darted at his direction and your stares remained. He looked extremely attractive even when he's just maneuvering the car. His biceps flex whenever he move the steering wheel.

You knew he’s a very dangerous man and not in a million times have the thought of being in a date together with a mafia boss occurred to you. At first, you really don’t believe at such people but after that one time when you witnessed a live shootout, the realization finally dawned onto you.

And now, the main proof sitting right next to you. Driving you and going out with you on a date.

Your heart aches as you watch Sunghoon beside you. The thoughts of how his image and personality strongly contradicts how gentle he treats you makes you feel a bit of hesitation of running away from him.

Something about him makes you want to stay but of course, you also want to be free again and to have your normal life. You know deep inside, you need to do something to get away tonight.

You two eventually arrived at the said fancy restaurant. He stopped his car right in front and a valley rushed to assist for the parking. Sunghoon steps out and walks gracefully on your side to open the door for you. You’re a little hesitant to accept his hand, but decided to do it.

It was a bit cold and rough. For some reason, it sent you a different kind of comfort.

Once you stepped out of his car, you get the chance to roam your eyes around to check the place. From outside, the place looked amazing. There are staffs by the lobby, waiting for customers that will arrive. If it isn’t in the situation, you would be excited and all. Its your dream to actually eat at a place like this.

“Let’s go.” he says before he slowly guided you inside, his big hand resting at the small of your back.

There’s no need to get in line as the staff recognized him right away. He walks closer and smiles brightly then bow his head.

“Mr. Park, this way to your table.”

As usual, Sunghoon didn’t say anything and just guided you gently to the direction where the staff was guiding the two of you.

Once settled at your table, the two of you ordered the food you want to eat. It was mostly him who picked since you don’t know what's the best one to try here. You leave it to him. He seems to be a regular here.

It slightly made you wonder how many girls has he brought here for a date. You frown faintly at the thought.

In the middle of waiting, Sunghoon excused himself to go to the bathroom for a short while and that was your cue to try to ask for help. You glanced around to check if any of his men are just near. When its clear, you wait for the perfect opportunity to make your move.

When one of the waiters approach your table to place the food he ordered, you held him by the arm softly. The man, which you think is in his mid-forty's, stopped and turned to you, confused.

“Yes, ma’am?” his eyes flashes worry, seeing how you’re really scared.

“H-Help me please. I’ve been kidnapped by the man who took me here.” you said right away.

The man’s eyes widen in surprise before he looked around to check the surrounding and check which one are you referring to. Not a lot of people are around but there are some customers by the corners, enjoying their times.

He held your arm gently, “Alright miss. We will help you.” the man said and even ask if you can go with him by the lobby so they can alert the authorities about this.

You agreed without hesitation, letting him guide you back to where you walked inside along with Sunghoon.

When the two of you are about to exit the hall, you happen to meet someone half-way. You can’t explain the look at his eyes when you saw him stare at you coldly then slowly trailed his gaze over to the man who was planning to help you.

“And where do you think are you going?” his low voice quickly sent shivers all over your spine and you felt the man in front of you stiffened.

“M-Mr. Park.” he stuttered, surprised to see him staring coldly at him.

He knew him of course, and just to see him looking that way over him, he felt his knees trembling in fear. He put two into two together and its not long until he realized what he got himself into.

“Who said you can touch her?” he tilts his head, color draining his face.

Sunghoon’s mind was clouded by nothing but jealousy. Here he is, finally with you and the next thing he know, another man was holding your arm, sneaking you away. Stealing you from him. Taking you from him. It was like a trigger. Something inside him snapped.

The man was quick to let go of your arm, like as if being burned by it. Fear present over his face, beads of sweat forming over his forehead and throat starting to feel dry.

“I d-didn’t know.” he tried to defend himself and even tried to raise his hand as sign of surrender.

The man knew it was no use. Sunghoon is known for being very cruel and ruthless. Mercy doesn’t exist in his vocabulary. Once you mess with him, its already over for you. There’s no escape, feet basically buried under the grave.

Sunghoon pulled out a gun and you panicked right away as you watch him pointed it to the poor man. The people around was surprise and scared as well. Some even standing from their tables with unfinished food, getting ready to leave the place just in case.

You noticed some walke closer to see who it was, pissed expression over their faces for probably ruining their day. But once they saw who it was, their faces will turn pale and they’re quickly halt steps. Keeping a safe distance and remained silent to stay away from trouble.

“S-Sunghoon, please!” you said attempting to stop him but you are afraid too. He turned his head and stared at your scared face.

His face remained stern and emotionless. A tear fell from your eyes as you slowly shake you head at him, “You w-wouldn’t--” you shut your eyes as you suddenly crouched down at the floor as you hear him fire the gun with no hesitation.

You heard screams and the whole place then fell silent. When you open your eyes, you almost lose it when you saw the poor man’s cold body laying on the floor. You were dumbfounded and out of your senses, eyes brimming with tears. You didn’t even noticed that he walked closer and picked you up using one of his arm.

He started dragging you out of that place. The staff stayed out of the way, they look beyond horrified. Nobody dares to stop him. He walked with so much arrogance, doesn’t even bothered by what he just did.

Sunghoon was beside you, his head resting over the stirring wheel as his hands shakes for some unknown reason. His breathing were heavy and fast like as if he was trying to calm himself down.

“You k-killed him..” you managed to say when you arrived inside his car.

When it finally manage to compose yourself a bit, tears started streaming down your face. The poor man just died! And it was all your fault.

“You k-killed him! How dare you! You're a monster!” you said and started hitting him nonstop.

He grunted and held your arm to stop you from hitting him more. Your eyes met his cold ones, you can’t describe what kind of emotion was present but one thing’s for sure, he’s raging mad.

“I already warned you not to piss me off.” he hissed and you cried while staring at him.

“J-Just let me go,” your low, but desperate plea tugs something inside Sunghoon’s heart.

For a while, you saw something flickered through his eyes. It was fast but you managed to figure out what it was. Sadness? You can’t even believe someone like him are capable to feel that kind of emotion. For you, he’s heartless.

Even before you can say anything else, he covered your nose with something and you just slowly felt yourself losing consciousness.

“I love you,” he whispered softly before everything went black.

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A Perfect Bad Day

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summary: you call in sick to the bureau and hughie rushes to you

paring: hughie campbell x female reader

rating: R for language

word count: 0.8k

warnings: language, crippling depression

author’s note: there’s not enough hughie fics and i will not stand for that! so here’s one to add to the collection for the most precious guy of ‘the boys’ who’s never done anything wrong ever <3

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“Hey, Rachel, have you seen Y/n today?” Hughie asked his assistant. Campbell was running Supe Affairs but he didn’t want to work without his beautiful girlfriend safe inside the office. You weren’t just his romantic partner, you ran the bureau with him. The ultimate power couple, if you will.

So, when you seemed to be thirty minutes late, Hughie began to really worry.

“Oh, she actually just called in sick,” Rachel replied. “Not ten minutes ago,” she added when the look on Hughie’s face seemed to ask why she didn’t inform him earlier.

“Really? That’s not like her?” He furrowed his brows. “I need to go check up on her, call me if anything big comes in but until then-”

“Keep things running smoothly? I’ve got it Mr.Campbell,” she interrupted.

Hughie nodded in thanks before he left the office. His mind was racing as he drove to your place.

What if you were in real trouble? God he should’ve just moved in this week instead of waiting for his lease to end. Then he could’ve seen you this morning and made sure you were okay.

Hughie was considering calling Butcher when you didn’t answer your cell. Butcher was an asshole, but he’d make sure you were safe until Hughie got there.

“Goddamnit, Y/n, if you die on me…” he mumbled to himself, speeding down the highway.

“You’ve reached Y/n! This is my voicemail. Make your voice a mail!” Your answering machine mocked him. He couldn’t help but smile a little at the way you worded the outgoing message. You always loved that damn Supernatural show and had even gotten him to watch all fifteen fucking seasons.

“Hey, it’s me again, getting really worried here! Please answer the phone! I love you,” he said into the phone before hanging up. “Please, please, please be okay!” he exclaimed.

After what felt like ages and an unlucky amount of red lights, Hughie finally made it to your apartment. Technically his apartment too, his stuff just wasn’t in it yet.

He knocked on the door but you didn’t answer so he used the key you’d given him a few weeks ago.

“Y/n?” he called out as he entered. “Baby it’s me, are- are you okay?” There was no answer so he continued walking into the apartment. He opened the bedroom door and let out a breath of relief when he saw you. “Oh thank fucking god,” he muttered. “I’ve been calling you nonstop, are you alright?”

As he got closer he noticed your puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks.

“I’m fine,” you replied flatly.

“No offense but you’re clearly not okay,” he scoffed a little as he sat down at the foot of the bed. You tucked your knees in before he could reach his hand out to comfort you.

“Just not feeling up to it today.”

“Well, then I’m gonna go change into my pj’s so I can get under the covers with you and we’ll watch TV together, how does that sound?” he asked. You nodded as a slight smile formed on your lips. “Perfect!”

He stood up, walked over to the head of the bed, and planted a kiss on your cheek before he went to change into his pajamas. He came back in his sleep shorts and a Billy Joel tee. Obviously he slept in a Billy Joel tee, he only had about a hundred of them!

He got under the covers and pulled you closer to him so you were almost sitting on his lap. He took the remote from the nightstand and turned on the TV on the other side of the room. (The adults in your life had warned you ‘don’t put a TV in the bedroom’ but honestly? Best fucking investment you’d ever made!)

Hughie didn’t say anything. He just held you tight against his body, arm draped over your shoulders as his hand brushed against your bicep comfortingly. He quietly found the show you were watching and pressed play.

“Ooh season four? Perfect!” He smiled.

A few moments passed, two sets of eyes focused on the Yellow Fever episode playing.

“Thank you, Hughie,” you mumbled.

“I love you,” he whispered back, planting a kiss on the top of your head.

“I love you so much,” you replied and took his hand in yours, kissing it softly. “So fuckin’ much.”

You really were thankful for Hughie. He knew what was wrong and he knew how to help. He knew you didn’t want to talk and that you didn’t want to be alone. He also knew if anything was to make you feel better it was cuddles, cookies (which he’d get for you later), and a Supernatural marathon.

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Breakdowns | Dream Reaction #8

Reaction: When their gf has a mental breakdown

Genre: Angst, slight fluff

Warnings: mentions of mental breakdowns, anxiety, and other mental health stuff

Word Count: 2636k

Author's Note: I know I've written scenarios similar to this. But someone on my most recent post for Jeno left a comment saying I should make an imagine version. So I thought decided to just try it. Because who doesn't love mental breakdowns? On the serious side, I really hope you have someone in your life who is there for you during hard times. Thank you for reading ^ - ^

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MARK

Mark and you were different but similar at the same time. You tend to approach things with logic and pessimism. On the other hand, he was more optimistic and expressive with his thoughts. But you were similar in the sense that you were both workaholics. Sometimes you chastised him about overworking. But deep down, you knew you were a hypocrite because you did the same thing. 

Lately, you’ve been having trouble balancing college and your part-time job at a bakery. There’s been drama with the upper management. As a result, people were getting frustrated and quitting. Your boss was also asking you to do things that were beyond your pay grade.

Since you were young, you formed this habit of letting stress pile up. Which obviously wasn’t healthy, but you’ve grown used to it. When the load got too heavy, an explosion was quick to follow.

Mark witnessed this for the first time when you came home from another late night. He had let himself into your apartment after his schedule for the day. When he heard the front door being unlocked, he quickly greeted you.

“Hey Babe, how was work?” 

You stared at your boyfriend momentarily, too tired to respond to his question. So you walked into his embrace. Your nose pressed against his gray hoodie, as your arms circled his waist to hug him. 

Mark was a little taken aback because you rarely initiated affection. He became more concerned when he felt something wet on his hoodie. That was when he realized you were…crying.

“(Y/n)?”

You didn’t respond and let the tears fall. Your body slowly started to tremble. Nothing particularly awful happened to make you cry. Things just got to be too much, and you didn’t have the strength to hold yourself together anymore.

Luckily, Mark reacted quickly. Honestly, he was a little scared because he’s never seen you like this before. But he hugged you tightly, deciding that was what you needed right now. 

Moments later, you pulled away and looked up at him with red eyes and wet cheeks. Your eyes widened in panic at the tear stains you left on his shirt.

“I-I’m so sorry,” You cursed, still a little shaky. “I didn’t mean to—”

He cut you off by taking your hand. “That’s not what I’m worried about.”

After helping you clean up, he brought you to your bedroom to lie down. There, he got you to talk about what’s been bothering you.  His arms wrapped securely around your waist.

“Don’t feel like you have to keep in all that, okay?” He said later. “I know I get busy, but you’re important to me. I don’t want you struggling on your own.”

“Thank you…and I’m sorry again,” You mumbled, playing with his fingers.

He responded with a kiss on the crown of your head. “Don’t be. I love you, (Y/n)-ah.”

You closed your eyes and snuggled further into his chest, before whispering you loved him back. On a terrible day like the one you had, Mark’s embrace was the place you needed to be.

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RENJUN

Renjun knew about your tendency to overthink and how your head got to you sometimes. He could tell if you were having a bad day by the slightest change in your tone. Sometimes you didn’t want to talk about it, and he respected that. But he made sure you knew that he was always there when you needed him.

One day he found you on the floor, shaking with long, racking sobs. This wasn’t the first time Renjun has seen you break down like this. And it still broke his heart every time. 

He’d cautiously go over to kneel in front of you. You slowly lifted your head when he placed his hands on your shoulders. He was giving you the most gentle look, and the waterworks started again.

“R-Renjun…”

“(Y/n)-ah, I need you to breathe for me, okay?”

You nodded shakily and let him guide you into taking several deep breaths. Once you had calmed down a bit, Renjun brought you into his arms. 

Renjun and you weren’t the most affectionate couple. But it was during those moments that you found yourself seeking his touch the most. And if comfort was what you needed, Renjun had no problem showing how deeply he loved you.

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JENO

The first thing Jeno did after getting back from Japan was see you. Barely a week had passed since you last saw each other, excluding the late-night video calls in between. But being the clingy boy he was, that time away was too long for Jeno.

Honestly, you were happy to see him too. He came to your place, where you prepared home-cooked food for him. So Jeno had a nice time catching up and giving you all the kisses he missed.

In the middle of him telling you a behind-the-scenes story, your phone screen lit up with a text notification. You side glanced over to see the message and flipped the device over. Jeno caught the slight frustration in your expression.

“Is everything okay?” He asked.

You forced a smile on your face and nodded. “Just stuff with my mom. It’s fine though, I’m fine.”

Jeno knew you were lying because you always used that response in these situations. Regardless, he chose to not ask any further questions, with the hope that you’d come to him eventually.

When it got late, you suggested he just stay over for the night. You partially asked out of selfishness. Lately, you haven’t been sleeping well and thought you’d have an easier time if Jeno was there. You didn’t tell him this, but he happily took up your offer.

Jeno fell asleep long before you did. He was probably exhausted from the three-day concert and traveling. You, on the other hand, could not sleep for the life of you. Instead, you ended up getting drowned in your thoughts. You hated it, how every dark thought you had seemed to creep up on you at night. 

Despite being a heavy sleeper, Jeno was awakened when he heard soft whimpering. He slowly opened his eyes to see your back facing him on the other side of the bed. He could tell you were trying not to wake him.

“(Y/n)? What’s wrong?” He asked groggily.

You pressed your arm against your eyes and wailed, “I’m such a bad daughter.”

Jeno didn’t need to ask any questions to know what you were talking about. He knew about the immense guilt you put on yourself for the current relationship with your mother. Even though you acted otherwise, he knew she had hurt you a lot over the years.

“No you’re not,” He said affirmatively, squeezing you tighter. “Your mom just doesn’t realize how blessed she is to have you in her life.”

Jeno’s words only made you cry harder. But he held you the entire time. He wouldn’t go back to sleep until he was sure you were okay. 

“I’m sorry for keeping you up,” You said later, sniffling.

“Don’t apologize,” he said.

“Sorry.”

He lifted his head and gave you a look. “(Y/n).”

Your mouth opened to apologize again but quickly closed. Jeno chuckled and pulled you in closer so that your head would rest on his chest. The sound of his steady heartbeat calmed you. Jeno would probably persuade you to talk some more in the morning. But for now, you were content with sleeping in his arms.

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HAECHAN

Early in your relationship, Haechan was positive you were the one for him. He loved how you encouraged him to follow his dreams, and supported him in the hard times. You made him a better person. He loved you so much that it was overwhelming. And whenever you were hurting, he hurt as well.

As time passed, Haechan began to notice a pattern with you. Any negative emotion you experienced was bottled up inside and kept hidden away. Until something or someone pushed you to your limits.

Usually, Haechan was with you when that happened. He’d scoop you into his arms and do his best to calm you down. While he didn’t mind giving you all the love in the world, his physical comfort could only do so much for you.

The following day you’d act like you didn’t spend the previous night crying your eyes out. And the cycle started again. Despite the number of times, Haechan witnessed the effects of holding everything in, you never did anything about it. 

After another breakdown, Haechan sat down with you on the couch and decided to confront this issue. He used his thumb to wipe a stray tear off our cheek.

He hesitated before bringing your hand in his. “Jagiya, this isn’t healthy. You know that, right?”

You met his sad brown eyes. By the soft way he was speaking and the genuine concern in his eyes, you knew that he was being serious. You glanced down at your hands and mumbled a barely audible, “I know.”

His opposite hand reached to brush a loose strand of hair behind your ear. He was always so gentle and caring with his touch. 

“Do you want to go see a counselor or therapist?” He asked cautiously. 

Haechan’s suggestion set off an internal conflict in your brain. In the past, seeing a professional had crossed your mind. Clearly, you did a poor job of handling your mental health. But the thought of actually addressing this problem terrified you.

Seeming to have read your mind, Haechan then added, “I know it sounds scary. But I think talking to someone can really help. At least give it a chance?”

You didn’t say anything for two or three minutes. The anxious part of you wanted to just hide away like you always did. But if Haechan was so willing to help you get better, maybe you should try it for his sake.

“Will you be there with me?” You then asked, still hesitant. He smiled at your question.

“Of course,” He said, squeezing your hand. “We’re in this together.”

Haechan leaned over to place a peck on your lips, before returning to your previous cuddling position. At that moment, you knew that Haechan truly loved you. And you truly loved him back.

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JAEMIN

Jaemin knew you were having a hard time because of your parent’s divorce. On the outside, you pretended as if you weren’t that bothered. You kept brushing the topic off, saying that you saw it coming years ago. But Jaemin saw right through you.

One night after he came back from a schedule, he caught you having a breakdown. You had your knees curled up to your chest. Your hands soaked with tears as they pressed harshly against your eyes. Seeing you like that broke his heart.

You’d slowly lift your head when you felt him sink on the sofa cushion beside you. Immediately, you panicked because you didn’t intend for him to see you in this state.

“Jaemin I—” 

But he shushed you and engulfed you in the biggest hug on earth. 

“Just let it out, Jagiya. I’m here now, it’s okay.”

His words pulled a trigger, and then you were crying your heart out. Jaemin could feel all the frustration and grief you’ve been holding in. He stayed the whole time, gently rocking you back and forth, and pressing a dozen kisses into your hair. He also made sure to remind you that you weren’t weak for crying. 

Being in Jaemin’s arms made you feel like he was the only person in the world you could be your true self around. You seriously didn’t know what you’d do without him.

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CHENLE

Ever since you were young, you’ve been an overachiever. Back then, your parents’ approval was what drove you to get good grades. But after entering college—with the absence of parents, you were finally in control of your life. However, you still carried the mindset of having to excel at everything, no matter what.

So far, things were going pretty smoothly. You were able to handle all your classes just fine. All except for calculus. Math wasn’t your weakest subject, but it wasn’t your strongest either. Sometimes it takes longer for you to understand certain concepts. By the time it came for assessments, you were usually fine.

Unfortunately, you were not having the same experience this year. No matter how many notes you took during class, or how much time you spent outside of class studying, it never seemed enough.

The high-stress levels from this class were slowly breaking you down. So much so, that you kind of forgot you had a boyfriend. You seldom missed Chenle’s text messages and replied right away. He figured you were just busy. But he got worried when three days passed, and there was still no response from you.

So he visited your apartment one evening to make sure everything was okay. He punched in the passcode to your door lock and let himself in. All the lights were turned off in the living room. The kitchen was the same. Only when he entered your bedroom did he see you, mercilessly gripping your hair as tears rolled down your face.

He rushed to your side and pulled your hands off your head. “(Y/n), what’s wrong?!”

“I’m so stupid!” You cried, hitting your fist on the desk. Chenle glanced at the crumpled test paper on your desk.

“One low test score doesn’t mean you’re stupid, (Y/n)-ah,” He spoke softly, rubbing your back. “It’s just one grade. You’ll bring it up in no time.”

You shook your head. “I’ve been studying so hard, but I still don’t understand it.”

“And you probably haven’t eaten or slept, right?” Chenle responded, standing up. 

And that was how you spent the rest of the afternoon being pampered by your boyfriend. He insisted that you take a break and wouldn’t let you go anywhere near your schoolwork. After getting you to eat, you guys would cuddle on the couch.

“Wow, your eyes are red,” He muttered, caressing your cheek with his thumb. You pulled his hand away with a glare. 

“Shut up.”

He laughed and pressed a quick kiss to your forehead. “No, you look cute though!”

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JISUNG

In Jisung’s mind, you were so strong. Knowing all that you’ve been through, he admired the way you walked out of it as a mature, loving person. But he was also aware of the scars life had left on you.

Remember those late-night talks that have been mentioned several times in previous Jisung scenarios? It was in those rare moments when the two of you were alone, that you’d open up to Jisung. The two of you would sit on the couch with one blanket covering your lap. 

It was kind of an introvert thing for you, going so long without having a real conversation with someone. Then when you finally got the chance, everything sort of just spilled out. For you, Jisung was your safe place. You felt like you could tell him anything, and he would never judge you.

Sometimes you didn’t realize how much you held in until you guys talked. Then the emotions would sort of hit, and you’d break down. But Jisung would be right there to hug you tightly.

After a while, Jisung pulled away slightly and cupped your face in his hands. He caught the last few tears with his thumbs. Though you often talked about everything you hated about yourself, he couldn’t see any of it. When Jisung looked at you, he just saw beauty.

“I love you, (Y/n),” He said, knowing he didn’t say it enough. 

And that simple reminder was enough to get you through whatever storm you were in. 

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[kat-rose-griffith]

I’m only a little more than halfway through Romancing Mister Bridgerton, but I think you guys have been giving Julia Quinn’s writing a bit of a harsh time. From the way people talked about it I expected it to be awful but it’s actually quite nice. Yeah there are problematic bits and it’s not perfect, but honestly most of that stuff I can chalk up to it being written in the 2000s. Stuff like that was kind of a staple of writing at that time. Go back and watch or read something popular from that time period and you’ll be shocked (I have been for work and I was shocked, I swear stuff didn’t seem that bad when I was a kid but now, yikes). Hers is actually mild in comparison.

I really love how smooth of a read it is. I can finish a chapter and it’s not a chore. I actually want to keep reading, which I really appreciate. I’ve been having trouble getting back into reading lately because all of the popular books that people keep recommending me don’t flow nicely like Julia Quinn’s writing does. I think the books are similar to the show in if you go into it wanting to have fun with it you will, but if you go in with high expectations and ready to criticize then you won’t enjoy it.

I don’t know, everyone’s allowed their own opinions, that’s what’s fun about art. I was just expecting so much worse based on the way people were talking about it, and I’ve been very pleasantly surprised. I really love her writing voice and how smooth the flow of her writing is. Further than that I especially appreciate her allowing her work to evolve and change with the times and actively wanting to include more diversity in it through the show

(which is a lot more than can be said for certain other writers who I won’t name but whose writing voice I think is trash on top of the other awful parts of them)

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

wip wednesday sketch dump

tagged by: @ivymarquis @josephseedismyfather @cassietrn @direwombat @finding-comfort-in-rain @cloudofbutterflies92 @kyber-infinitygems @josephslittledeputy (and likely others, I have been very absent as of late...sorry)

okay, so uh clearly the art won for that poll (heh, always knew the cod fic was just for me... anyhoo) here's the sketchy sketches for oc kiss week. They are very, VERY rough still so please forgive

I won't run with the usual tag list but if you see this feel free to consider yourself tagged

(Top: Kit and @dickytwister oc Elliot Fletcher, Kit and @statichvm oc Katherine O'Neill Middle: Rory and @statichvm oc Lily Watt, Rory and @direwombat oc Saoirse Monaghan Bottom: Kit and @theelderhazelnut oc Ombra, Kit and @florbelles oc Lyra Fairbanks)

*I still have a few more sketches to get done, so if you were in my replies asking for some art, its on the way*

going to tag @strangefable @isobel-thorm and @direwombat for the cod stuff since y'all were kind enough to indulge me in a little scene I wrote for chapter 11 (even if I'm still supposed to be working on chapter 9 lol)

“You were jealous, weren't you?”

“Of course I was bloody jealous, Rory. Look at you, can you really blame me? I've been with my fair share of women, but Jesus, none of them can hold a match to you, my girl.”

“Your girl?”

“Listen, I've been trying my damnedest to keep my composure here. You think I went into this expecting to have this happen with my subordinate? It's rule number one and I'm here breaking it for you.” He sighed. “I had to listen to you in my fuckin’ ear, Rory. It was a goddamn nightmare.”

“And so what, you want to have that be the foundation for a relationship? The fact that I nearly died and you had to pull me out of there? That’s the foot you want to start on? It’s like I said last night, this is a dangerous game to be playing and I am not worth the trouble. I’m not worth your career.”

“And why’s that, eh?”

“I’m a fucking mess, that’s why. I’ve got nightmares, anxiety attacks, tremors, flashbacks. I’m in no place to start anything with anyone. And certainly not with someone who’s life could be upended because of me.”

“I don’t care.” He shrugged and gave a slight thrust of his pelvis as he crossed his arms over his chest. Obstinate, pigheaded right to the bitter end, refusing to back down from anything. This was Captain John Price type behavior through and through. 

“What do you mean ‘you don’t care’?”

“You think all that’s gonna keep me away from you?”

“Well it should.”

“Why?” He lowered his head, looking up at her through his brow. Constantly challenging her. 

“Trust me, after several nights of no sleep from me waking up with nightmares, you’ll understand.”

His eyes narrowed for a brief moment, the crows feet by his eyes creasing. “Someone else left you ‘cause o’that?”

Rory grimaced and bit down on her molars. Her eyes fell to the floor as she turned her head away from him. She didn’t have to say anything, her body language gave it all away.

Price’s face darkened at her reaction. If it was up to him he’d hunt down whoever it was and teach them a lesson, but that isn’t what she would want to hear.  “Christ, don’t tell me someone actually did that?”

“Of course someone did that, John. Most people who see that side of me either think of me like I’m holding on by a goddamn thread or I'm just another broken soldier. And if it's not that, it's the whole horde of other shit in my head.” She rubbed at her brow. “People don’t want to fall in love with someone like me. It’s too hard to do.”

“Well, lucky for you I’m a bit of a stubborn bastard. I’m willin’ to put in the hard work. I can be goddamn relentless when need be.”

Rory scoffed, “I’d expect nothing less from you.”

He gave her a little crooked grin and stepped forward, cupping her face in his large hands, his thumbs stroking her cheeks softly. “I’m only gonna tell you this once, darlin’.” He leaned down and pressed his forehead to hers. “I don’t care about how much trouble you might be, you hear me? I have to have you, Rory. I need you to be mine, yeah? Simple as.”

It was her turn to ask the question. “Why?”

“Because if there’s anyone who’s going to understand what’s going on in that pretty head of yours, it's me. I wanna protect you. I wanna make sure somethin’ like this never happens again. I can’t even take the thought of you bein’ with someone else besides me.”

“I’m not willing to take the risk.”

He nodded his head slightly. “Well, I’m patient. Persistent. I can wait as long as I have to.”

“Fucking hell. You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

“Not after what I saw last night.”

[kz-i-co]

Don’t Fall In Love: Part 2

Summary: You are one of the most popular bloggers on your campus, telling enriching stories of your personal heartbreaks anonymously. But your readers are not ready to handle the newest heartbreak of finding out your best friend dating your ex.

Pairing: Lee Haechan (Donghyuk) x f!reader

Genre: college au | angst (eventual fluff x smutt)

Warnings: story may contain strong language, mentions of drugs and alcohol - sexual references - reader discretion advise.

Words: 4.6k

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Masterlist | Nct 127 Masterlist | Nct Dream Masterlist

Taglist: @lovingvoidgoatee, @lunaryoongie, @matchahyuck, @yixingtion, @mosviqu, @ohmyhuenings, @nctzennikki09​

::: LoveAboveMyPinkClouds: blog post #51 Please understand that my short hiatus was necessary as I can firmly say....I'm going through hell. And those of you still accusing me for bullshitting fake news....then shame on you - but also honored you think my creativity is this impressive, thanks I guess. I will gladly get to your questions as my DM box is officially full - also thanks again....I guess - but please let me vent on my own because this is all too real and once again....NOT okay with it. I never seen this coming. It's bad enough I had to confront my oh so famous ex on the matter and thought I was crazy to split up his new found relationship. The jerk didn't take it well since he brought up my relationship with J - his best friend. Oops did I forget to mention that? Call me slut or hypocrite - what ever floats your boat but I as well was under a lack of information and I would take it back if I could. I have more regrets than I would like to admit and people reading who are close to me will probably connect the dots eventually and my identity will soon be blown but as of right now I'm venting and this is the only place I can comfortably do it. I will get to my session on D soon but right now I'm pissed and rather not talk about it. Thanks for being here anyway. Xoxo peace :::

"(Y/N), help me hang this." Minjeong asked letting one side of the banner dangle. It's been a few days since you've found out about Donghyuck and Minjeong and you still couldn't deal with it, but at least you played nice.

"Why are we doing this?" You sounded uninterested.

"Jimin's birthday." She sounded offended.

"I know that.....she said not to make a big deal out of it." You shrugged taping the other side.

"That's the best part." She smiled once again. "You okay? You seem down lately."

"I'm just drowning in school work, exhausted." You lied.

"You need more sleep and to stop partying."

"I've only been to two this week." You made your way to the kitchen and pulled out a can of soda.

"And stripped in front of the whole fraternity." She giggled. "And can't forget trashing your ex's."

"Must we keep talking about this? I was drunk and stupid and I said I was sorry."

"Alright." She began, following you. "Actually....can I ask you for dating advice?" She said, changing the subject.

"Trouble with catfish already?" You tried not to smile.

"It's not that....and stop calling him that." She smiled sarcastically. "How long did you date Jaemin until you guys started.....you know, sleeping together."

You didn't lie that the question alone caused your stomach to sink. "Well, first of all, he was a fuck buddy so the first date technically."

"Well then, your other ex...."

You sighed avoiding her question. "Min, you just started dating this guy and you want him to fuck you already." Your eyebrows furrowed.

You can tell she was uncomfortable. "I'm just getting impatient and I thought guys in college dived right into that stuff."

"I mean you ain't wrong. College guys are horn dogs." You giggled. "But I don't know, maybe he's a gentleman."

You chuckled to yourself because you knew that was the farthest from the truth. Donghyuck was no gentleman, at least not anymore....or maybe this was somehow an act to look innocent to get girl to fall for boy faster - what an evil genius.

"So am I wrong to worry? All we've done is kiss and hold hands. I want more." She sounded defeated and you as her best friend would feel bad and want this douche to pay but this was Donghyuck we're talking about, you didn't want happiness for him. Cruel yes but maybe he deserved it.

"Break up with him." You said nonchalantly.

"Not this again (Y/N). You act like you don't like him but you met him once, can't you try a little harder."

You heard a knock on the door ending your conversation thankfully. "I hope that's not Riri, I told her to distract Jimin, we're not done." She panicked as she opened the door.

"Speak of the devil." She squealed hugging the person on the other side and of course it had to be none other than your ex himself. "You came early to help?"

"Of course." He spoke and you couldn't help but laugh to yourself in the kitchen. His tone sounding unfamiliar.

"(Y/N) be nice." She warned as she passed you in the kitchen. "I have some balloons here that need to be filled up and I still have the punch that needs to be made and oh the snacks."

You and Donghyuck both shook your head at Minjeong's pacing as she needed everything to be perfect.

"I'll stay here with the snacks." You offered, already grabbing the bowls from the cabinets.

"Okay great. I'll blow up balloons." She grabbed the bag. "Oh shit, I left the cake in the car." She panicked and made her way to the door. "Channie, can you make the punch, you do it the best."

"A-huh." He nodded feeling overwhelmed and as soon as she left he sighed.

"Channie." You mocked as soon as he made his way over. "I love you Channie....you're so cute Channie."

"Please shut up." He grabbed the bowl, not caring he basically pushed you out of the way.

"What's wrong, no love in paradise?" You teased.

He just glared at you as you continued your fun. "I'm surprised you haven't told her yet....seems unlike you."

"Like I said, you tend to ruin relationships all on your own." You shrugged pouring the chips in the bowl.

"Yep, that was all me." He said sarcastically.

"I'm surprised you haven't slept with her yet, come on Hyukie, you're better than that.....have you lost your touch?"

"How do you even know what we've done."

"Did you forget Minjeong is my best friend? She tells me things....and she is upset."

"Upset huh?" He turned towards you with a smirk. "She really wants me that bad?.....I was waiting for her to beg.....virgin's especially can't wait long enough."

"You're sick. Maybe she's just desperate."

"You let me know when you hear next door." He remarked as Minjeong opened the door cutting off your conversation.

You crumbled the rest of the chip bag and threw it aggressively in the trash.

"Cakes fine." She smiled and sensed the awkward tension. "How's the snacks coming."

"Everything is dandy." You smiled and Donghyuck nodded and continued his punch.

You grabbed the completed bowls and made your way to the living room to place on the coffee table. You really tried not to show your disturbed emotion as you turned to grab more bowls seeing the two embraced in a sweet kiss and giggling together.

It hurt....it hurt because that was you once.

"Um....can I add liquor to this?" Donghyuck was quick to pull away, wiping off his smile as he saw you grabbing another bowl close by.

"This isn't that kind of party." Minjeong giggled.

"Not a lot, just enough to take off some edge." You knew he met you but you didn't turn around to show you were listening. You were done listening.

"Half a bottle." She said and made her way to the living room blowing up balloons.

Then you finally looked back as he gave you a rueful smile and then suddenly emptying the whole bottle causing you to softly giggle. Not a party if Donghyuck isn't spiking the punch, typical.

....

"Guys, they're gonna be here any minute." Minjeong announced as the talking started to die down.

"Isn't that your ex?" Yetak spoke next to you as Donghyuck was practically hiding in the kitchen, engaged in a conversation with Mark and Renjun. You could tell he was anxious to even be in this situation that you so happened to make worse by lying to everyone.

"Nope, they just look alike." She looked at you puzzled and then back at him. "I'll explain later but for now just pretend you don't know him okay?"

"Shhhh....she's coming." Minjeong had everyone quiet and as as the door opened....

"Surprise!" Everyone cheered as soon as Jimin and Riri walked through the door. You didn't invite a lot of people to your apartment, just some close friends and of course Minjeong allowed Donghyuck to invite some of his friends and bless your soul Jeno and Jaemin decided not to come saving you a night of disaster.

"Oh wow....thank you everyone." She smiled and leaned next to Minjeong. "I said no party."

"It's not a party....it's a gathering." She smiled cutely.

"It's a party." She smiled but you could sense the anxiety in her.

"It's not even big enough to be a party.....I only invited a few people." She remarked. "We have drinks and food....just a hang out - you only turn 23 once."

She nodded looking at you for help. "If you're really concerned Channie made some special punch if you need to relax."

"Or Mark bought some drinks, since we're all adults." He spoke up and Jimin locked eyes with him and immediately looked to you causing you to shake your head.

"Some of us." You smirked trying to get rid of any suspicion.

"Oh Jimin.....I didn't introduce you yet." Minjeong dragged him closer and he couldn't help but fake a smile as Jimin was already set up to cause disaster. "Jimin this is Haechan."

"You're the catfish?" She spoke and you combed through your hair panicked.

"Catfish?" He questioned.

"Don't take it personal Hy-Haechan.....we knew Min met you online and you know it's hard to trust anyone. Most of them lie and cheat and hide who they really are."

He glared towards you but quickly pulled off a fake laugh. "You're right....there's a bunch of crazy people on those sites, lucky Minjeong didn't meet one."

"Nope I didn't." She held his arm leaning closer.

Jimin locked eyes with you again shrewdly. "Nice to meet you."

"Do you mind if I get dressed real quick, Min?" She made a beeline through to her room. "(Y/N), Riri.....help me." She signaled and you were quick to follow.

"Can you be any more suspicious." You shouted in a hushed whisper.

"What the fuck is going on? Why is he here?"

You sighed. "That's Minjeong's new boyfriend."

"Very funny." Riri laughed.

"I'm not lying, it's been him all along -the catfish."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Jimin practically yelled.

"Keep your voice down. Can you see why I've been so pissy lately."

"Oh my god, she don't know? You didn't tell her?"

"How am I suppose to tell her. She liked him before I even knew who he really was. I can't do that to her."

"But you're gonna let her do this to you?" Riri spoke up.

"It's not her fault, she never met "my ex" before." You shrugged defeated.

"So what is this? Is this his way of getting back at you." Jimin asked.

"He swears he didn't know she was our friend."

"Bullshit." She shook her head.

"Well, he seemed pretty startled when he first met me."

"And you just played it off like you didn't know him?"

"What was I suppose to do Ri....say hey ummm you know this is my ex that broke my heart into a million pieces."

"Yes."

Jimin looked more angry than you. "I don't know who I should be more pissed at...you or her or him."

"Trust me I'm pissed at myself as it is." You put your hands on your hips, taking a deep breath.

"And he's not in anyway consider breaking it off with her?"

"I tried.....he doesn't care about me anymore."

"You have to tell her." Jimin said with more sympathy.

"Let her be happy with that jerk."

"I don't mean for her, for you. This is not healthy (Y/N)....not after what he put your through - is still putting you through."

"Well, it's too late.....she's already sunk in deep."

"I don't care. She deserves to know, unless you're gonna keep lying to her."

"Besides - if she knew she was doing this to you, she would be upset." Riri spoke up after Jimin.

"Okay fine, but not yet."

"Sooner is better than later, she can't fall farther than she already has."

"I know, I'll handle it. I mean.....if she still wants to date him after then it's whatever."

"Why would you do that when you're still in love with him?"

"I'm not still in love- I'm not." You could tell they didn't believe you. "I'm fine - I promise."

"Guys. Everything alright?" Minjeong opened the door and Jimin quickly changed her shirt, avoiding suspension.

"Everythings great, I love the party."

Minjeong rolled her eyes playfully. "I know I know, I just want your birthday to be special."

"It is, thank you." She gave a genuine smile as you all looted back to the rest of the apartment.

"Drinks you say?" Jimin grabbed you and headed towards the kitchen. "Nice to see you again Hyuck- oops I mean Haechan." She smirked and you couldn't help but giggle as you both grabbed some drinks off the counter.

He gave a look of annoyance. "Hmm, what did she tell you?"

"Oh nothing.....I just think that if neither of you are gonna tell Minjeong than I will." She warned causing you both to look at each other timidly.

"Go ahead, I already told (Y/N) to tell her.......I did nothing wrong here."

"That's priceless." She laughed.

"What did she tell you about us.....I'm dying to know." He leaned on the counter.

"More than enough."

"I bet my life it wasn't the truth." He said causing you to laugh causing the attention of Minjeong from across the room.

"Let's not do this here....it's Minjeongs party after all." You said and Jimin took a sip in agreement.

"Have the punch it's stronger." Donghyuck smirked before walking away.

"Still in love huh?" She asked as she walked away as well. You took a deep breath grabbing a cup of his poisoned punch.

He definitely put more than one bottle in here. And it showed after three cups, but at least you weren't the only one.

::: LoveAboveMyPinkClouds: blog post #52 I wouldn't say I'm a messy drunk but you may be fooled once you're a witness. I tried to contain my emotions, I tried to contain my actions but when your love life is this much of a mess than wouldn't you agree I deserve it - a little medicine to forget my past and apparently my present. It hurts and booze is all I have. Relax - it doesn't mean I'm turning myself into an alcoholic but every now and then I need something to ease the pain. Let's just hope I don't say anything I regret the next day. :::

"I'm so curious yeah.....sajin sok niga!!!!" You sang along drunkenly with Minjeong. "Georeo nawa wae!"

"Psst.....how long are you going to let this go on?" Mark spoke next to Donghyuck as he watched you and Minjeong sing and Dance to the music.

"You want to turn the music off?" He took a sip of his  drink.

"I mean this girlfriend - ex girlfriend thing."

"(Y/N) is gonna tell her anyway, so I'll just wait it out."

"How do you know that?"

"Because I know her."

"I need a refill." Minjeong made her way to the kitchen. "I love your punch Channie.....I can't get enough."

"Oh but you will." He pulled her away as she practically collapsed into his arms.

"But it's so good." She whined.

"You can have more tomorrow." He said sweetly as he guided her to her room.

The party was pretty much cleared out by this point. "It's getting late I guess we'll head out." Renjun spoke as he stood up.

"You guys can't go yet. We're not done singing." You slurred your words. "Oof, it's hot." You started taking off your shirt.

"She has a habit of stripping when she's drunk." Jimin laughed and Donghyuck combed his fingers through his hair in annoyance as soon as he stepped out of Minjeong's room.

"I'll put her to bed, you can go." Jimin offered as Mark and Renjun approached the door.

"Thank you for inviting us, happy birthday Jimin." Mark spoke before making an exit.

"We didn't even sing happy birth-" You puked before finishing your sentence.

"You guys go, I'll meet you back." Donghyuck said to Mark and Renjun and he grabbed you gently, guiding you to the bathroom.

He leaned over the tub, turning on the shower to warm. He started unzipping your puke filled jeans helping you out of them as you just stared at him apologetic. "I'm sorry."

"Maybe I should of listened to Minjeong and only put half a bottle." He showed a slight smile.

"I'm sorry for ruining our relationship." He was caught off guard from your statement. You always accused him first for ruining the relationship but now it was the other way around. What changed with you and when did you feel this way?

"What do you mean (Y/N)." He looked at you puzzled.

"I'm sorry I was a horrible girlfriend to make you cheat." You teared and he sighed taking a moment to comprehend your confession.

"You weren't a horrible girlfriend (Y/N)."

"I bet Minjeong is better than me." You looked up at him. "Does she make you happy?"

"Let's just get you cleaned up, okay." He turned you around and unclipped your bra and guide you to the shower, closing the curtain as he faced away from you respectfully. Even though he's seen all of you before, he knew it wasn't his right anymore.

Once you were done, he handed you a towel and helped you to your room picking out some simple sweats, getting you ready for bed.

"Drink this whole glass before falling asleep." You nodded taking the water as he headed towards your door.

"Hyuck."

"Yeah?" He turned around.

"Can you stay with me?" You begged softly.

"You know I can't do that." It was his turn to look at you apologetic.

"Oh....yeah." You said quietly. "Well, thank you for taking care of me."

"Sure." He smiled softly. "Goodnight (Y/N)."

"Happy birthday to me." Jimin spoke as she got up from cleaning the puke off the floor.

"Well technically..." He pulled out his phone. "It's 1:47.....it's not your birthday anymore."

"Har har......thanks old friend." She threw the rag at him.

"Ew." He dodged.

"It's your ex's puke." She laughed. "So.....about that."

"I don't want to talk about it." He started towards the door. "She's a mess."

"Well, can you blame her?" She started making the mood more tense.

"I didn't cheat on her Jimin, I don't know what she told you but she caught something and she took it way out of proportion."

"Then why don't you explain that to her."

"I tried, she won't listen to me."

"Well, maybe she's willing to listen now." She crossed her arms.

"It's too late now.....I moved on, now it's her turn." He opened the door. "I really didn't know about Minjeong if she believes that or not but I can't lose sleep over this. I'm sorry."

"It's not just that." Jimin spoke as he took his hand off the door knob, alerting his attention back. "She's not over you, can't you see that?"

He shrugged. "What do you want me to do.....she broke up with me."

"I think the answer is pretty simple." She said softly.

"It's not my fault she didn't tell her, she's the one that lied."

"But it doesn't make it right." He sighed at her answer.

"Look, I don't owe her anything, she decided to push me out. If she chooses to tell her the truth than fine, but for now I'm going to continue on with my life and she needs to do the same."

"Alright....I get it, it's none of my business - I just care about my friends that's all. But she will know eventually and I don't want anyone to get hurt."

"Have any of you considered that it's not just (Y/N) that is hurt?" He confessed before walking out the door. "Happy Birthday Jimin."

She softly smiled in return and let out a long groan as soon as she locked the door behind him.

::: LoveAboveMyPinkClouds: blog post #52 Okay so I admit....I fucked up. Pretending I didn't know my best friends new boyfriend is probably the dumbest decision I have ever made but what can I say - I panicked. I saw him and my mind went blank.....because the truth be told.....I'm not over you D - there I said it. Most of you called it anyway. Why do I even bother hiding anything. Those two damn years we have spent together was the best two damn years of my life - even if I still think it was wasted. D was the one I was so sure I wanted to marry, to eventually have kids with, to grow old with - my everything. But what changed? I know you guys are still dying to know.....but I'm just not ready. I got drunk last night and poured my heart out just to be shot down. Regrets regrets regrets - now he knows how I feel, I showed him weakness and now he's probably gloating in his victory. Probably even telling J of how much of a mess I am at this very moment. I'm in for a treat that's for sure. Well I guess that's all for now. Xoxo peace :::

-

"Can I talk to you for a second?" He arched his eyebrows in confusion as you were the one knocking on his door.

"I don't want to be rude (Y/N) but I'm leaving soon to meet up with Minjeong."

"I know, it will just be a second." Your tone was serious and he opened his door to let you in. Mark was nowhere to be seen, leaving you and Donghyuck alone for your disliking.

"So what's up?" He sat down on his wheelie chair, gently rocking back and fourth. You couldn't help but admire his comfy state - hair slightly a mess - slight dark circles forming under his eyes from his lack of sleep caused by late night video games and - sweats to top it all off. You missed that.

What were you doing? This is your ex you are thinking about. He wasn't yours anymore - stop staring at him like that. "(Y/N)? Are you still hungover?"

"Um- yes definitely hungover." He smirked at your stumble. "I just wanted you to know that, that wasn't me last night.....I was clearly drunk and I said some thing's I didn't mean and I'm sorry."

"You didn't say anything upsetting." He grew confused.

"Yeah but I still said some things I regret....I don't remember every little piece but I do know you helped me to bed and I just wanted to thank you."

"Sure but for you sake, let's not do it again." He leaned forward resting on his knees. "You made poor Jimin clean up your vomit on her birthday."

"I threw up?"

"All over the place.....even on yourself."

Your eyes grew wide trying to recall the events that happened. He cleaned you up? Does that mean he undressed you?

"I know what you're thinking." He stood up. "I had no intention of seeing you naked so get those dirty thoughts out of your head. I just helped you in the shower."

"How am I suppose to believe you when I was drunk."

His expression turned sour. "You should know me better than that.....and besides it's not like I haven't seen you before."

"But you don't have that right anymore." You snickered. "Who am I kidding, it wouldn't be the first time looking at other women when you're in a relationship."

He sighed clenching his teeth. "This is what I get for helping you?......Why don't you do everyone a favor and don't get wasted anymore because no one is going to help you."

"I didn't ask for you to help me."

"Why are you even here if you were just gonna harass me?"

"I just wanted to tell you to forget last night even happened."

"Forgotten." He held open the door and you walked out, you turned around thinking more words were going to be said but instead - a door slammed in your face.

::: LoveAboveMyPinkClouds: blog post #53 Transferring was becoming more and more clear as I live day to day. I am just making everything worse.....aren't I. Every time I open my mouth I find myself regretting what comes pouring out - drunk or sober. I don't know what to do by this point. My heart is like a balloon - slowly being deflated. :::

"What's wrong with you?" Jimin said as you burst through the door and collapsed on the couch.

"I hate everything."

"What happened now?"

"I went over to thank Hyuck for helping me last night but it turned into an argument like always."

"You went over to his dorm?" She asked.

"Yeah." You shrugged nonchalantly.

"Minjeong is on her way over there now, what if she saw you?"

"He said he was meeting her - never mind, I don't care.....I didn't see her it's fine."

"If you're gonna hold up this secret of yours, you need to be more careful because what if she thinks you two are hooking up behind her back, that would be worse than lying."

"That wouldn't happen." You shook your head.

"Why because you're gonna tell her the truth?" She forced.

"No because every time we're together we argue. No love connection what's-so-ever." She glared at you. "I'll tell her jeez, no worries I'm just waiting for the right time."

"There's never a good time, that's why you should just get it over with."

"I know." You sighed finally sitting up right, turning on the tv. "I've literally been rehearsing what I'm going to say."

"Just make it short and simple. Haechan is Donghyuck and you're having a hard time accepting them together."

"I'm not having a hard time-"

"Stop bullshitting (Y/N).....you can lie to yourself all you want but you're not fooling the rest of us."

You rolled your eyes but you knew she was right. "I'm just gonna go drown myself in alcohol."

"(Y/N), no more drinking." She laughed.

"Honestly I'm done talking about this right now." You snipped. "I just want to forget about him for one damn second."

"So....we ordering food, then."

"Yes please." You faked whined causing each other to laugh breaking the tension.

::: LoveAboveMyPinkClouds: blog post #53 Yep.....I should have most definitely kept my mouth shut, because I might have pissed him off worse than I thought. But I should have learned that if you mess with a snake, you're gonna get bit but I flinched and now the venom is traveling down to take me out for good this time. :::

"(Y/N) get dressed." Minjeong burst through the door being dramatically over excited.

"Why?" You groaned not wanting to get up.

"You and I are going on a double date." She said and Jimin sucked in her lips trying to not say anything.

"Huh?" You leaned up.

"Come on.......it will be fun. Dancing and dinner - hot sexy date."

"With who?" You were beyond puzzled.

"Okay so maybe I'm not really sure.....but Haechan says he has this friend that wants to hang out and he's single so...." She shrugged.

Donghyuck selecting a date for you? This can't be good. You pissed him off this morning and now he is in some way, taking revenge. Who could it be? Maybe he payed some desperate nerd to hook you up with. The thought just made your skin crawl. He was definitely up to no good.

"I'm sick."

"(Y/N) please...let's have fun." She pouted.

"Okay but the second I'm uncomfortable, I'm leaving." You'll be surprised if you last the first 5 minutes, to be honest.

.....

"Will you stop pacing, they will be here any minute."

"I thought this place was a lounge not a club."

"It is a lounge, I guess they are just packed tonight." She shrugged.

"I swear if he brings some creep to hit on me-"

"Look they're here." You glanced over seeing Donghyuck entered first and you already hated him for looking the way he did. He may be the type to wear sweats all day if he wanted to but when it came down to business, he knew how to dress nicely and you grew angry from just how attractive he is.

He glanced at you but by the way he eyed you up and down made your question what he was really thinking. He almost seemed speechless. You just hoped he wasn't thinking anything negative.

He did love me once?.....

You tried to shake off the thought of him, looking behind to see who he thought would distract you for the night on this oh so exciting double and you almost thought your eyes deceived you. What an asshole! You knew he was out for revenge and he couldn't sink any lower.

"Hey (Y/N)."

"Hey Jaemin."

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Amongst The Stars: Chapter Seven

Josh x Quinn (Nonbinary OC) Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of alcohol, Pining (actual pining, Josh is down bad), To reiterate: Josh is down bad this chapter, Getting Jaked, Masturbation Jokes, Unnecessarily long facetimes. Word Count: 4.3k Summary: Josh has always loved love,  and he's finally found it. Buuuut, he can't exactly tell anyone. Join him as he navigates the ins and outs of his sweet, secret romance. Author's Note: This chapter is so cute to me, and I hope you all enjoy it too. We have a little bit to go before our two dummies are ready to be together, but the seeds are there. 

“Clinging to your late-night courage Anything to pass the time Lying in the backseat, trying not to fall apart Waiting for your life to start.” Driving Through a Dream - Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness

I walk through the aisles of the craft store, tidying up before our afternoon rush. The Generic Christian music pumping through the speakers is the soundtrack to this mindless task. As I pick up misplaced items and return them to their homes, I find myself lost in thought. These days, most of my daydreaming involves Quinn. The way they giggle sits heavy at the front of my mind, followed quickly by their passionate wit and otherworldly beauty that spans soul-deep. It’s been over a week since they’ve graced me with their presence, and I long to see them. 

I’m startled out of my thoughts by the sound of footsteps at the front of the aisle. Speak of the devil. I think as I look up.  “Oh! You’re back!” I wave, perhaps too enthusiastically, at Quinn as they walk down the aisle toward me. “Hah!” They laughed, “Yeah, I can’t seem to stay away from you.”

My stomach does a little flip at that. I know they don’t mean anything by it, but I wish they did. Nothing would make me happier in life than being able to call Quinn mine. I see a faint blush grace the tops of their cheeks as they pause, seemingly realizing what they said. I wish I could reach out and comfort them. “I’m here because I need to buy even more supplies for my kids,” They spit out quickly to try and hide their embarrassment.  “Did Matilda eat the chalk again?” I ask, remembering a certain chalk eating student Quinn mentioned previously.  “Noooooo,” a giggle bubbles out of them, “I can't believe you remember that.” 

Of course, I remember; I remember every little detail Quinn deems worthy to tell me. 

“I’m just dealing with some personal things and don't have access to the stuff I keep stashed at home,” they continue, placing a hand on the back of their neck. And oh, how it kills me to see them uncomfortable.  “I hope it’s nothing too bad,” I reach out to pat their arm, “I’m happy to lend an ear if you need one,” I flash them a bright smile.  “You know, it may make me feel better if I talk about it to someone besides my roommate,” they wring their hands, “but I don't want to burden you with my troubles.”  “Your troubles could never be a burden, dear.” 

Quinn rewards me with a shy smile before giving themself a little shake like they're trying to hype themself up for whatever they're about to tell me. 

“I um, I…” they close their eyes and take a deep breath, “I broke up with my partner a few days ago.” 

I’m flabbergasted. I could not imagine being with Quinn and throwing it all away. Though I shouldn’t be shocked, I have met Craig a time or two. I try to keep the shock off of my face as I gently prod them for more info. 

“I’m sorry to hear that. Are you well?” I dramatically slap a hand to my forehead, “No, wait. That’s a stupid question.” They huff out a small chuckle, “No, I’m fine. Our relationship ran its course, and it was time. The problem is that it all happened so quickly, so most of my stuff is still at our, I mean his, apartment.” “Oh! I’m glad you're fine. But I’m happy to help you get your stuff if needed. I have a truck, and I’m off on Sundays,” I reach into my pocket and pull my phone out, handing it to Quinn, “Here, gimme your number, and we can coordinate!”  “There are easier ways to get my number that don't involve signing yourself up for manual labor,” they crack a crooked smile. My eyes go wide, and a million thoughts flit through my head. Oh God, I hope they don't think I’m trying to pick them up. I obviously wouldn't be opposed to it, but Jesus Christ, that was not my goal. Should I say something? Can I salvage this? Oh, My tummy hurts. 

“Oh, uh, that wasn't,” my brain tries to kick back into gear as Quinn hands me my phone back. “Relax, Josh. I was joking. I was upset that I didn't get your number before leaving the cafe the other day,” they attempt to calm me down, “I had a wonderful time hanging out that day and would have loved to be able to continue our conversation.”  “Oh, good,” I make a dramatic show of wiping imaginary sweat off my brow, “I do wish I was getting your number under better circumstances, though.”  “Eh, what can you do? Anyway, I’ll get out of your hair. I just wanted to stop and say hello,” they flash a grin and walk toward the drawing supplies, “Oh, and don’t forget to text me.” Oh, I certainly will not forget. I went back to mindlessly tidying the store, amazed by the laziness of some people. Is it so difficult to walk your unwanted knitting needles back to the aisle they originally came from? It’s one aisle away. 

Oh, never mind all that; nothing will ruin my afternoon now. 

I clock out and practically skip to the parking lot. I don’t get the least bit annoyed when I step into a puddle, dirty water seeping into the canvas of my white vans. I’m not even a tiny bit angry when some jackass flies into the parking lot and nearly hits me as I’m walking to my car. I don’t care when I realize I didn’t take my keys out of my work locker, and I have to walk back inside and back to the break room. I even stop by the cash registers on my way back out to tell Martha Carruthers, one of our most notoriously rude and demanding regular customers, to have a lovely afternoon. 

When I finally got into my car, I let the radio play on without intervention. This day is going my way; I trust that the radio gods won’t let me down either. I pull out into the early afternoon traffic and get lost in whatever song shuffles first from my Apple Music. 

“Staring out the window with your, with your head on my shoulder Try to get some sleep. We’ll be driving through a dream.” 

I begin to visualize a future where I look over, and Quinn is in my passenger’s seat, one Doc Marten’d foot on my dashboard, with their window down and summer wind blowing through their hair. The ocean air, faintly scented like salt and fish, circulated through the truck, mixing with the scent of our sunscreen. They’re scream-singing along with the radio, and they’re made of pure, unbridled joy. 

I’m pulled from my daydream by someone honking behind me. I look up and see I’m at the four-way stop across from the bar. Holy shit, did I drive home on autopilot? I’m banning myself from daydreaming in the car. I turn my blinker on and take a left, waving apologetically out my window and hoping the poor person wasn’t waiting too long behind me. As soon as I pull into my usual parking spot, I hop out of my truck and basically fucking frolicked my way to the stairs leading to mine and Jake’s apartment. As I reach the top of the stairs and shove my key in the deadbolt, I hear Jake puttering around inside the apartment. 

“I’m home, brother dearest,” I sing-song as I fling the door open. I step inside and kick the door shut behind me, stopping to hang my keys up and take my shoes off. Living above a bar taught us how essential a shoes off household is when it comes time to clean, and I’d rather eat my left fist than track bar funk across the hardwood. 

“FINALLY,” he calls back, “I’m in the kitchen, and I need your help with something.”  “It’s as if you’re only happy to see me when you need something from me,” I let out a massive sigh and slowly made my way to the kitchen. As I cross the threshold, I see Jake leaning over the counter. “Right on the money, bub,” he looks up from the interesting purple concoction he’s focused on and rolls his eyes, “Now, stop being dramatic. I need help with the tasting notes for next month’s specialty cocktail.” “And you’re doing this up here instead of in your bar; why?”  “Oh, sweet, young Joshua. Every supplier,” he raises an eyebrow, “knows you never take from your own product.” “And you call me dram-“ I cut myself off mid-sentence, fully processing his statement, “YOUNG Joshua? I was born first, and I will see that you die first if you ever disrespect me again.” He snorts out a laugh before proceeding, “No, I wanted to do this up here so I could actually think about it instead of getting distracted by some random bullshit down there.”  “Fair point, you do seem to take your job way more seriously than the average person.”  He narrowed his eyes at that little jab, “God forbid someone wants to succeed!” I fix him with a half smile. He’s just proving my point that dramatics run in the family. “Okay, okay. Let’s get this done. I have stuff to do, Kiddo," I jokingly bite out, and he rolls his eyes at the nickname.  “Like what? All you do is go to work and sit at home.” “I resent that implication,” I say as I watch him giggle at his joke. “You resent it because it’s true. I’m sure your big plans involve sitting on the couch and streaming a movie. Stardust, perhaps?” I gasp because he isn’t wrong, making Jake laugh harder. “I know you damn near better than you know yourself. You are obviously in a good mood, which means something good happened to you today, and you ALWAYS put Stardust on for everything. Happy, sad, promotion, getting fired, it’s all Stardust”  “Yeah, well. I just had a lovely day at the store today, and I want to celebrate in my own little way.”

Jake knows there’s more to it than that, but he doesn’t push me on it because he also knows I’ll tell him when I’m ready. I am not ready to admit to my brother that I’ve actually fallen into a deep, deep infatuation with someone I barely know, someone he's not even met. He’ll think I’m insane, and he wouldn’t necessarily be wrong. I feel insane every single time I think about it. 

“Anyway, essentially, what I want you to try is a Moscow Mule,” he gestures again to the concoction in the cup before him, “But I made it purple.” “Why did you make it purple?” “I wanted something fresh and bright for the beginning of the spring season,” he shrugs, “This is technically called a Galaxy Mule, but I’m renaming it The Indigo Streak because as the butterfly pea flower infused ice melts, you get these little streaks of indigo throughout the drink.” I take a sip of the cocktail and consider it for a moment. “It does taste like a mule, but whatever you added to make it purple adds just a hint of earthiness that compliments the ginger. So, go with that on the menu. Something about a ‘light and bright cocktail to chase those winter blues away with just enough earthiness to keep you grounded as it warms you up.’” Jake jots notes down on a piece of paper that he seemingly pulled out of nowhere and looks up at me  “WAIT! Maybe something about chasing the winter blues away and welcoming brightness back into our days?” “Oh, that’s good. ‘Light floral notes to remind us that the world is waking up?’” “We make an excellent team,” he says, scribbling more notes on his paper. “Indeed we do.”

I finally sit on the couch, tucking my knees underneath me, and grab the remote. I click through Prime and find what I’m looking for: Stardust. I don’t remember when this became my tradition, but it’s been years. Something about the whimsy and romance of it all has made this my go-to movie. If I’m sad, it’ll cheer me up. If I’m happy, it’ll keep those feelings alive. As I press play, I find my thoughts drawn back to Quinn as they often are. Is it too soon to text them? They made it a point to remind me to reach out, but what if I come across as too eager and ruin our vague friendship? What if I say the wrong thing?  I shake my head to dispel those thoughts as I click into their contact in my phone. 

“Quinn (Hobby Lobby)” 

I laugh through my nose and edit their contact to Quinn 🐛, the little worm representing how they’ve already wormed their way into my brain. 

I set my phone to the side and tug a blanket into my lap, trying to refocus on the movie. But, every five or so minutes, my attention is drawn back to my phone. 

I pick it up. I sigh. I put it back down. I sigh. Rinse and repeat. 

“I can feel your nervous energy from here,” Jake hollers, still in the kitchen, “I don’t know what you’re stressing about, but I am begging you to just figure it out.”

I guess I’m being louder than I thought. 

I wring my hands in my lap and pick up my phone again. I click into my messages and pull a new text up, typing Quinn’s name into the “To:” field. 

I type out around fifty variations of “Hi,” all of which I quickly delete. 

Hello, this is Josh - too formal Hi Quinn! - too personal  Hello - bizarre and abrasive

I set my phone down once more so I can wipe the sweat from my hands on the blanket in my lap, then finally settle on a simple but effective: 

Me: Hey there Quinn (Hobby Lobby)

Their response is almost immediate

Quinn 🐛:  Please don’t government name me like that. Me: But you have such a beautiful last name  Quinn 🐛: I know, it’s just too formal for friends to use :) 

I smile at my phone like a madman. 

Me: Oh, how silly of me  Quinn 🐛: Very silly indeed Quinn 🐛: Not to sound weird, but I’ve been waiting for you to text me 

That had my heart pitter-pattering in my chest, threatening to explode out of my ribcage. I wipe my sweaty hands on my blanket again, thinking of something to say.  Me: Well, I do apologize for keeping you waiting  Me: Hopefully it’s a forgivable offense  Quinn 🐛: I think I could look past it 

Before I can even text back, my phone starts ringing with a FaceTime call from Quinn. I quickly scramble back to my room and out of Jake’s earshot before pressing answer. I’m greeted by the sight of them sitting at the desk in a cutoff t-shirt, lettering far too faded for me to read, though it looked like a vintage band tee. Their hair was a bit mussed, likely from running their hands through it, and they were bathed in soft light from the lamp behind them. 

Oh, Quinn, you are radiant. I've never seen someone quite like you, and I'm lucky to see you twice in one day. 

“Hopefully, this isn't too forward of me,” they crack a half smile, “I’m busy with lesson plans right now and didn't want to just leave you on read.” It takes my brain a moment to kick into gear before responding.  “No, this is perfect,” I say softly, “Sorry for waiting so long to text you. I’m sure you want to make plans to retrieve your belongings sooner rather than later.” They pause, looking slightly confused as if planning that hadn't even occurred to them.  “I guess you're right,” they eventually say, “totally understand if that's all you want to talk about.” Now it's my turn to pause; they can't honestly believe I only want to talk “business” with them.  “Quinn, I’d love to talk to you for hours. I just assumed you’d want to make a plan,” I flash a grin, dimples on full display, to ensure they know I’m being honest.  “How about we make a plan, then we bullshit around?” 

“Well, as I said today, I have Sundays off and a truck. So, if you feel ready to see him again, we can start as early as this weekend.” I can't fully decipher the emotion that flits across their face after I finish my spiel. It looks sort of like anguish, but it's not quite there. It’s softer around the edges. It makes me hurt with them.

“I mean, we can wait, too,” I start, attempting to ease whatever emotional distress they're in, “We can wait as long as you need.”  “It’s not that. You just made me realize that Craig never really cared about my comfort level,” They give me a sad smile before continuing, “You're basically a stranger, and you care more about my feelings than my long-term partner did.”  “Do you give your phone number out to many strangers?” I opt for a joke to alleviate the heavy admission that Quinn just made. “Sorry to say, but I do. It’s pretty much my M.O. You’re just one more stranger in a long line of strangers that I unexpectedly FaceTime.” I bark out a loud laugh.  “Well, I am honored that I was your chosen victim tonight.”  “You set yourself up for it, texting me out of the blue like that,” they shrug and go back to writing what I assume is their lesson plan before looking back into the camera, “but, yeah, Sunday sounds good. I can text Craig tonight and tell him we’ll be there in the afternoon?”  “Afternoon sounds good, but I can do any time if you want to knock it out earlier!”  They shake their head a bit and chuckle.  “Josh, you truly are too caring. You’re offering up your day off to help me, and you're still worried about what time works best for me. It's sweet.”  “I’m flabbergasted at this point, dear. If you're comfortable, I need you to explain why you aren't used to people treating your feelings and time like they're valuable. Because they are, and you deserve to know that.” 

And with that, Quinn launches into the whole story of their relationship with Craig. I often interject to ask clarifying questions, but I am mostly content to listen to them speak. From my understanding of their relationship, and my experience with the man himself, Quinn is not used to men making them feel heard, and I am determined to prove to them that they deserve to feel heard and take up space.  We talk for hours. For so long, I have to charge my phone twice. We talk about anything, everything, and nothing all at once. But talking with Quinn is easy. Not that I have difficulties talking to folks usually, but Quinn is exceptionally easy to talk to. Quinn is the type of person you want to spill your guts to without a second thought, so I did. We talk for so long that I eventually hear the apartment door open up, signaling Jake’s return from the bar down below. 

“This may be odd,” I whisper, “But I’m going to be very quiet for a moment. My brother just got off work, and I don’t want him to bother us.” Quinn frantically nods in response and pantomimes zipping their lips and throwing away the key before muting their mic. “Hey, you better be able to find that key later,” I start, but a knock cuts me off.  “Josh, you still up?” Jake’s voice sounds from behind the door. 

I hold one finger up to Quinn and set the phone down, knowing that if I say yes, Jake will come in and tell me about his night. 

“Yeah, I’m up,” I reply with an exaggerated yawn, knowing that if he thinks I’m tired, it’ll cut his talking in half. It’s not that I don’t want to talk to him, but he has always been a night owl, and he has no concept that not everyone else is. Everyone in our immediate friends and family has been “Jaked” at one point or another. He’ll pop into your room or give you a call at around 3 am and talk your head off until he’s ready to go to sleep at 6. It’s charming, but he doesn’t grasp that most people need more rest than he does. 

“I’m coming in,” he warns as he walks through the door. He takes in my appearance: I’m leaning back against the pillows on my headboard, shirt off, a blanket pulled up to my hips, and he cocks an eyebrow. When his eyes land on the phone I have shoved halfway under my pillow, his face breaks out into the broadest shit-eating grin, and he lets out a giggle. “Hey bub,” he lets out a barking laugh, “Did I interrupt your… ahem… alone time?” 

I look around to see how he deduced that from my surroundings, and I do have to admit, I seem a bit suspicious. 

“What? No. Don’t be crude. I was reading,” I point to the reading glasses I keep on my nightstand.  “Where’s your book, then?” “I know you’re basically an ancient time-traveling pirate, but surely even you have heard of an eBook?”  “A likely story, dear Joshua,” he laughs again, taking a moment to sit at the foot of my bed, “I don’t care how you spend your spare time. Just keep those hands away from me until you’ve washed them.” I roll my eyes and contemplate taking my hands and rubbing them across his face to torment him.  “Anyway,” I pointedly changed the subject, “How was your night at the bar?” 

I let him prattle on for about 15 minutes, telling me about Linda’s most recent attempt at picking up Danny. “She pretended to fall off her stool, and when Danny came to her side of the bar to help her up, she said, ‘Don’t mind me, Big Guy. I couldn’t help falling for you.’ I swear the woman has been googling pickup lines. I love her, and I hope she never changes.”  And he told me about how Old Man Chuck said four whole words to him tonight.  “He must like me, talking to me that much.” And telling me about his number one fan, Miss Eleanor  “This woman put back five glasses of Moscato and was still walking in a straight line by the time she left. I swear I’ll put a ring on her finger if I’m still single this time next year.”  I did interject that story with an “Astute choice; after all, that’s probably the only way you’ll get laid anytime soon.” To which Jake flipped me off and told me to “Eat Shit.”

Eventually, I yawn again, and Jake takes this hint. 

“I’ll let you sleep. I have some bookkeeping to do anyway,” Jake says as he stands up, “Love you, bub.”  “Love you too, goodnight.” 

Once he closes the door and I hear the shower start up, I pull my phone back out and smile because Quinn is still on the line.  “Coast is clear, for now,” I say. 

They unmute themself and let out the biggest laugh. 

“Oh, he’s so cute!”  “Hey now,” I place a hand to my heart in mock outrage, “I can get him back in here if you want him to talk your head off for the next 3 hours.” “No, I think I’m fine with the present company. Thank you for the offer, though,” they laugh again, “but no, it’s just sweet. You can tell your brother is passionate about what he does.”

I nod my head because they’re right. This bar is all Jake has ever wanted, and he’s proud of how far he’s gotten. He should be proud. I’m sure as hell proud of him, too. 

“Yeah, he’s fine, I guess,” I start, “Just remember which brother offered you his truck out of the goodness of his heart.” “Oh yeah? Which one was that again? Joseph? Jacques? I can’t remember his name,” They wink, and my heart flutters again.  “Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up.” “Oh, I fully intend to, but thank you for your permission.”

I watch the screen as they stretch their arms languidly above their head and yawn. 

“I should probably let you go. I have to be up in,” Quinn checks the nonexistent watch on their wrist, “like three hours. Kids won’t teach themselves, ya know?”  “It’s true. Good night, Quinn. Thanks for wasting time with me tonight.” “Time spent with you is not a waste,” they respond immediately, “But yes, good night, Josh.” 

I hit the end button and drop my phone to my chest before breathing out a sigh and turning my face to quietly screech into my pillow. God, I’m in so deep already. This situation is terrible. It’s okay. I’ll put my feelings aside and be the friend that Quinn needs from me right now. The last thing they need is a random man pining away for them and making their life more difficult. I’m pulled out of my reverie by one sharp knock. I hadn’t even realized Jake was out of the shower yet. 

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[uskomatontakinkohan]

What if I hadn’t desided to follow Jesus?

I mean I made the desision independently, i did not grow up in Christian household. I just sort of happened to find myself in a Christian kids summer camp and gave my life to Christ at 8 years old and it sort of just happened from there on. My mother was worried at first because I was trying to baptise my friends with the Holy Ghost. Still not sure if she was right. I mean. Was i brainwoshed? Or did I really find the truth. Anyway, back to my question.

If I had not ended up on that Christian summer camp and never acsepted Jesus. And never got a hold on a copy of a Bible.

I wonder. When I was in class 6 some boys began to bully me. For no reason. I wasn’t cool. Geeky fat kid. Anyways I got debressed and suicidal by the time I went to class 8. I remember thinking that I wish I could just lie on the rail tracks. But I felt that Jesus would not want that. I began to talk to Jesus more and got through the difficult times somehow. Would I have done something to myself if I had not had this real or imagined relationship with this Jesus person. I don’t know. Maybe I would have chickened. But the idea of someone being there did no doubt help me.

Around those times I started to figure out my sexual orientation, as one does. I noticed I had crushes on not only boys but to girls also. I even confessed these feelings to one of my best friends. Did not go well. She was deep in the closet at the time herself and rejected me harshly. Well I tell that to my ego. I don’t want to admit that I was so repulsive to her that she could not just politely decline. Anyway, I think had I not been Christian I might have at least had that first kiss with a girl. But those times lgbtq+ affirming churches and theology was hard to find. I guess I will never know that side of myself because I then went and married. At age 19.

Yes we are still married. Happily I think. Getting better actually. But thinking back had I been non-believer I don’t think I would have rushed to marry. And not with this man. One of the reasons I married him was that he was very serious Christian. I’m pretty sure that would not have been a selling point to a non-believer me. So yeah, I would have experienced single life longer.

Would I have found love elsewhere? Maybe. I’m having a hard time imagining how it would have all ended up. Dates with boys and girls? Maybe pursued a career of an artists? Probably a very unhinged one to that matter. I always feel like my faith is limiting my artistic choices and I sensor myself because the stuff I want to draw is not erm nice and cute and cuddly most of the time.

I probably would not have gone …erm pescatarian (I wanna say vegan but I have a problem. I will talk about that another time) because I felt convicted that modern animal agriculture is against the will of God. Then again if I had gone vegan as non believer it would have been more straight forward. After all I would not have to go through the troubling topics of Jesus eating fish and God promising a land full of milk and honey to Israelites.

And I think as non-believer I would have consumed way more fanfics. Ah, who am I kidding, it would be just the same. But I could have written my own without guilt. I have a some things in my table drawer that I’m sort of afraid to finish because of the nagging questions of moral (the main issues being faul language, hint at marihuana use and mm / ff romantic scenes). I wish I could just tell myself that it’s all ok, it’s just fiction. It’s not a sin. It’s just harmless fun. But like I said I’m afraid. Not only afraid of the judgement from my community but also from God. What if God is not chill about this?

Lately I have been thinking that God is probably not real. Like evidence is clear. I’m just afraid to let go. God is still kinda helpful for my mental health. But let’s say I left faith. My husband would not take that lightly. He would be absolutely devastated. I’m sure he would keep inviting me to church. As for all my friends they are Christian so would be hard relating with them. Would have to find an atheist group. Not sure they even exist in Ghana.

I would probably join the local vegan movement. Vegans here are mostly Rastafarians which my husband absolutely loaths. Well, that would probably make our relationship even worse. The divorce getting even more likely. If we were able to work it out then life would probably continue pretty much the same. Minus the Sunday church for me. More time to read or make art.

Or say the marriage did not survive. Would probably move back to Finland and start afresh. No idea, kinda hoping that will not happen. I don’t want to lose him. We have been together for almost 20 years. It’s hard to imagine living alone or with someone else. I mean come on my brain wasn’t fully developed when we married. I have grown with him.

So yeah. Hard things. I really want God to be real and I feel he is real sometimes (because he is the mental support I’ve built to myself, the one thing that keeps me sane and gives me strength); just wishing he was more, you know, less homophobic. Because there is no way around it Bible is homophobic. That was the way things were in ancient Israel and God did use to be just a tribal God of one particular nation with their own culture and moral views. But I stand to be corrected. (Please someone please correct me.) without this issue it would be so much easier to be a professing Christian.

In summary: I believe and don’t believe in God at the same time. I wish I could change the Bible a bit. I wouldn’t be a better or worse person without God but might have had harder time with my depression. Maybe I would have found the strength elsewhere. Who knows.

So erm God, thanks. You have really helped me out. I don’t understand some of your rules though. Hope you can forgive me. Or if I’m just not interpreting correctly, could you please be a bit more specific. Thanks. Love you. Hope you’re out there.

[mtayl0rr]

The Anomaly: 4

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x f!Original Character Rating: Mature Length: 1.8k Summary: Nobody gets the upper hand on Spider-Man 2099. Nobody, until a strange anomaly slipped from his grasp. Now, what happens when he has to work with her? Warnings: enemies to lovers, eventual smut, cannon typical violence, graphic depictions of violence, Miguel is a bitch but so is she, cursing, angst, etc. trauma Note: I’m back from my trip!! Sorry about the wait. Also, make sure that if you want to be on the tag list, you have everything set up so I can tag you :)

The thrumming pulse of Nueva York’s heart slowed down as the day died and the members of the spider society returned to their own dimensions for the night. No more cases to look over, food court lines to wait in, or aggravating people to deal with.

Almost.

Miguel's blood still boiled at the thought of letting that anomaly stay in his tower, use his resources, and leech off his hard work for her own benefit. Now, she thinks that she’s won. It was clear in her eyes as she talked him and Jess through a debrief on everything she’s gathered on the figure she’s been tracking. Her irises glistened with a sense of pride and victory that Miguel despised. Still, he couldn’t stop himself from searching for it; drowning in her eyes, blue as the ocean. It disgusted him. He hated the beach.

“So what the hell am I supposed to do now?” Madelynn asked, snapping him from his daze.

“Excuse me?” He replied, holding back his anger that threatened to boil over. It was late, and he had a lot of stuff to do. None of it concerned the red-haired bother standing in front of him.

“I have nowhere to go. Am I staying here or are you giving me a watch so I can go find someplace else to sleep while this arrangement goes on.”

“No way in hell are you getting a watch,” snapped Miguel.

“So I’m sleeping here. Where?”

“The floor.”

“What the fuck do you mean, the floor?” She mocked, standing from her chair. “If I’m sleeping on the floor until this ordeal is settled then the deal is off and I’m out of here.”

“You seemed pretty comfortable on the floor earlier,” Miguel snarked, his patience wearing thin. Madelynn’s face began to shift redder, nearly matching her hair. “Look, most members of the society don’t destroy their lives back in their dimensions and spend the night where they belong so forgive me for not having the proper arrangements set up.”

“Oh, so I’m a society member now?” She smirked.

“Absolutely not.”

“Just ask Lyla to figure something out,” Jess chimed in, dialing her own dimension into her watch. “Don’t make the poor girl sleep on the floor, Miguel.”

A stubborn frown painted Miguel’s sharp face, his complexion riddled with annoyance and a reluctance to comply with what they were suggesting. Keeping this anomaly around and helping her was never his idea. Now, somehow, it was his problem to deal with. He waited until Jess was gone before he summoned the AI to fix the mess she created.

“Mig, stop being such a big ol’ grump. We have a few rooms open on 127,” Lyla chirped, her digital form relaxing on nothing as she hovered above his shoulder.

“You’re making it sound like this is a hotel for troubled vigilantes,” he grumbled.

“If it was, you’d need to at least charge an entry fee-“

“Is the room open, yes or no?” He snapped, cutting her off.

“Not with that attitude, it isn’t,” Lyla said, her face contorting in disgust. “You know, please and thank you are the secret of the Nile,” she smiled.

“Good for them.”

“Some manners would really suit you, Mig.”

“What did I say about you calling me that?”

“Yeah, don’t care. Now, if you want to know what room on 127 I can send her to, you have to learn your manners,” said Lyla, her mischievous figure jumping from place to place in the air.

“Lyla just-“

“Wrong.”

“I’m telling you to-“

“Wrong again, Mig. Three strikes and you’re out.”

Miguel glanced to the side at Madelynn, hoping that she had managed to engage herself in something else entirety., rather than watching him in such a belittling position. No, she was practically kicked back as if she was watching a television show, imaginary popcorn on hand as she waited for him to succumb to his AI and say the magic word. Anger coursed through his veins as her smile glistened in the faint light that illuminated the room.

“Lyla,” he began, forcing himself to remain calm, “please tell me what room she can stay in.”

“17B. Now, was that so hard?”

“Yes, it was.” Lyla waved at Madelynn before disappearing entirely, the orange hue she casted across the room vanishing and leaving the two spider-men in near-complete darkness.

Miguel stood first, eager to escape the wave of embarrassment that flooded over his chest. As he turned toward the door, Madelynn’s laughter filled the room, little by little. At first it was a small snort, as if she was holding back her hysterics, but almost instantly, she was full-blown belly laughing. This woman didn’t laugh like any other woman Miguel had ever met. She didn’t laugh: she yelled. The sound bounced off the walls of the hollow room as she tried to contain herself, tears streaming down her face.

“What’s so funny?” Miguel questioned, knowing full and well it was him.

“You,” she managed to exhale as she gasped for air, holding her stomach as if laughing so hard at his embarrassment caused her physical pain. “Wow, I really needed that. It’s nice to see you get humbled, M-“ she stopped herself quickly.

Miguel saw the look on her face as the smile fell, and he knew she hoped he didn’t catch her trail off at the end of her sentence. The idea of saying his name was disgusting to her. He could tell.

“Well,” he sighed, “are you coming or not? Laugh all you want but I can simply forget to give you a place to sleep.”

Madelynn watched a crooked smile adorn his face as he chuckled softly to himself, walking out the door. She quickly followed, catching up with his long strides to stand by his side. The silence between them was louder than anything she’d heard before. Even still, she managed to fill it with her own thoughts screaming in her head. She almost used his name. She almost equated her Miguel to 2099. It was like using the Lord’s name in vain.

Their footsteps filled the nearly empty halls of the headquarters. 2099 towered over Madelynn by simply standing and walking like normal. His stature was so freakishly tall that his sheer presence intimidated her. As they walked, she studied him like he was a priceless piece of art, examining every sharp edge and soft curve of his body. She saw the way his hair stayed perfect under his mask whenever it was projected onto his head, or how his crimson eyes burned like hellfire.

“It’s rude to stare,” 2099 interrupted, turning his head to face her.

“What can I say? I’m rude,” she shrugged, convincing herself that she was examining him like a predator examines its prey. Nothing more. After another beat, she spoke up again. “Do you have hammerspace in your mask?” She asked, awkwardly initiating their first real conversation.

“Yes and no,” he replied.

“That’s incredibly vague and entirely unhelpful.”

“Good. I don’t trust you yet. I can't tell you all my secrets.” Something about his tone seemed lighthearted. It was wrong. It was even written on his face after he said it: a look of pure disbelief he tried to mask. But she saw it. 2099 was not supposed to be someone who engaged in lighthearted banter. No, he was a monster; a cruel and cold bastard who could kill in an instant.

An awkward beat of silence passed between them again, the conversation over as quickly as it had started, the two of them walking forward blanked faced. No more than a few hours ago, 2099 had been hunting her down, vowing to capture her; torture her for beating him. Now, he made no moves to even look in her direction as he guided her through the massive building.

“Tell me about your Miguel,” he asked after a few minutes, breaking the wall of silence separating them.

“I already told you and Jess everything I knew about what happened,” Madelynn dryly responded.

“No, I mean what was he like?”

“Oh,” Madelynn said, taken aback by his curiosity. Alarms blared in her mind, thinking about all the ways this could be a trap. Something backhanded he concocted to keep her under his finger. “He was a scrawny Irish kid before he got rapture. Heart of gold, too. We grew up together, went to colleges right next to each other, the whole nine yards. He, uh, he was my best friend. I was the one who found him after the overdose. I mean, I tried to get him to stop taking it, but he couldn’t.”

The threat of tears pricked at her eyes, but Madelynn quickly pushed them down. 2099 would never see her cry. As he pressed the buttons on the side of the glass elevator, 2099 ran a distressed hand through his hair. His face was painted with painful memories, each one scrolling across his eyes like a slideshow.

His voice was softer when he spoke; a tone Madelynn had never heard before. “I understand how hard that was for him,” 2099 said as the elevator began its descent downwards. “Rapture is life-altering.” He didn’t need to spell it out for Madelynn to understand what he was implying.

“How’d you manage to quit?” She asked, and 2099 sucked in a deep breath, as if he was hoping she wouldn’t ask.

“Genetically modifying myself. I was never bitten by a spider,” he explained, beginning his stride down the hall as the elevator stopped and the doors opened. “It’s why I have the abilities I do.”

Somewhere in the mix of confusion and hatred she felt for 2099, Madelynn felt sorry.

The door that 2099 opened revealed a simple room: decent bed, small bathroom, a few shelves, and a window. Anything was better than the basement of a superstore, or a damp alleyway. She gave 2099 a faint nod as she walked in, dropping the scraps of her suit onto the desk by the door, frowning at its state.

“You’ll get a new suit for combat either tomorrow or the day after. Tomorrow morning at 9:30 sharp you will meet Jess and I in my office. The later you are, the less I’ll care about helping you. Understand?” 2099 ordered, his looming figure too tall to comfortably fit through the doorway.

“Sure,” she responded. “Uh, thank you.”

With a simple nod, she watched Miguel walk away, his footsteps getting quieter as Madelynn sat on her bed confused, wondering why her heart was racing.

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[hetalianskywalker]

Day 19: Excitement

Pairing: Mer Stone x Thief Reader

Summary: You run into a beached merman and he saves your life.

Author’s Note: I had so much trouble getting started and once I did I just kept going. That was exhausting.

Warnings: I imply 18+ stuff happens off screen again, but I think that’s it.

Word count: 1169

Prompt: Be careful of any beached mermaid. They’re too smart to get themselves washed up. They only want to eat.

Prompt 1526 by deepwaterwritingprompts

You lead an odd life. Most days, you own and run a small bar on Coruscant island. You spend your time making drinks and chatting with your customers. Every once in a while, you are a master thief who is a thorn in the side of Coruscant’s rich and famous and by sad extension the Coruscant Guard. You had pissed off enough wealthy politicians that the guard had to put in some extra effort to catch you. Even you knew, they had enough to deal with already. Sadly for them, they hadn’t caught you in the act during one of your expensive heists yet.

Right now however, you are taking a vacation. You had sold most of your stolen items here on a different island and now you are walking along the beach before sunrise. Coruscant’s buildings went all the way down to the waterfront so there were no beaches to walk on there. You are happy as a clam to have outsmarted the mer clones again when you see one on the beach.

More importantly, he appeared to have beached himself. You shift uncomfortably, remembering countless childhood stories and lectures. ‘Be careful of any beached mermaid.’ You could hear your mother quote at you. ‘They’re too smart to get themselves washed up. They only want to eat.’

“Hey, you okay!?” You call over as the sun slowly rises on the water. He turns to look at you as you draw as close as you dare. In dawn’s soft rays, you can see the handsome features all mer clones shared along with his bald head and the tattoo on his temple. His red and white scales gleam like gemstones, catching your eyes.

“Good morning!” He smiles while one of his clawed hands gives a wave. “And I’m fine!”

You give him a slightly confused look, but nod and come a little closer. You remain well out of arm’s reach through and look out at the sunrise. You know Mer clones don’t go out of their way to hurt people and in all your watching of the guard you know full well humans and other sentients are more likely to hurt them.

“I’m Stone.” He says after watching the horizon in silence with you for a few minutes. “And I’m not going to eat you.” The soft teasing makes you roll your eyes and you give your name in turn. You find he’s pleasant and funny over the next few minutes so you end up taking up most of the morning just chatting away.

You realize a little too late he’s a member of the coruscant guard; he’s here guarding a senator for a few days. But you aren’t entirely to blame for not putting that together. They are only allowed in their mer form while off the capital island.

“The tail coloring should have been a dead give away.” You both laugh. Really you should head on your way, but you like him. And besides, having a Corrie friend or more than a friend would be fun. Testing your luck at not getting caught? Absolutely. But what was life without a bit of excitement?

“Come to my bar when you have free time.” You offer with a smile, hastily giving its address.

“Are you asking me on a date?” Stone teases with a smile that gives your stomach butterflies.

“Only if you want it to be.” You flirt back, barely keeping your cool before wishing him goodbye.

A few weeks later you see a Coruscant Guard Commander enter your bar. A part of you freezes up, thinking you finally got caught. However he takes off his helmet and you immediately recognize the tattoo on his temple.

“Stone?”

“Hey, sweetheart.” He takes a seat at your bar with a soft smile. “Sorry to scare you. You said to come by when I could.”

“No. No, I’m happy to see you.” You nervous laugh. “I just didn’t recognize you. Could have mentioned you’re a commander.”

“Yeah, but I think a certain thief would have run off if I did that.” You resist a very primal urge to escape.

“I don’t know what you’re-” He arches an eyebrow.

“I know for a fact you’re smarter than that.” Stone cuts you off and you can hear your pulse in your ears.

“What gave me away?” Your voice drops to a whisper; every hair standing on end.

“You should have diversified your buyers a bit more. While you don’t sell on Coruscant, there was a certain gangster we caught a couple weeks ago who sold out your fencer.” Stone admits, keeping his cold eyes steady on you. He’s waiting to see if you're dumb enough to bolt, but you know he’ll beat you to the door.

“So it's not entirely my fault.” You grumble more to yourself. You let out an annoyed and defeated sigh, leaning against the counter.

“No, not entirely your fault.” He pauses; his face falters. “Corellian whisky, please.” You blink at him, but go about getting him the shot. As you go through the motions, you realize this doesn’t feel like an arrest. He would have cuffed you already or at least there would be more of the guard in here by now. What was going on exactly?

“So you're not arresting me because?” You ask, placing the shot in front of him.

“I’m giving you a warning. Let things simmer down for a bit.” Stone pauses to smell the drink first and you roll your eyes.

“Yes, poisoning you would end so well for me in broad daylight.” Your voice dripping with sarcasm and you see his shoulders shake with silent laughter. “But why are you…”

“I met a girl walking on the beach who genuinely asked if I was okay and was willing to help if I wasn’t.” Stone smiles genuinely. He then downs the shot seamlessly before continuing. “Besides, while I missed the thief, I did retrieve the stolen goods. So there isn’t a reason for them to be among the Coruscant Guard’s top priorities unless they steal again.”

“I think they’ll lay low for a while.” You agree with a half smile. You are a bit annoyed, but what he said at the beginning is touching nonetheless. Even after everything, it’s hard to force yourself to not get flustered. Besides, it’s hard not to be impressed by all the planning and hard work he put into tracking you down.

He then pulls out the credits for his shot and you close his hand around them. His eyebrows scrunch in confusion.

“It’s on the house.” You smirk, leaning close enough for your noses to touch. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure, dear.” Commander Stone flirts before getting up and leaving. You should stay away from him from now on, but you seek him out a few days later. And if he’s sharing a bed with you a few days after that, whose business is that but your own? After all, what is life without a little excitement?

[sugolara]

𝘼 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙠

ft. K.B x S.T x I.M x fem! reader

Synopsis: After a deadly virus leaks all over the world, every country is forced to close down it's borders and airports to prevent anyone from coming in and out. Though, it's to late for some people. The dead has rose and is looking for revenge. Cw: gore, quirkless! au, apocalypse! au, zombie! au, weapons, death, angst, lots and lots of blood, cannibalism, suicidal thoughts, slow burn

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They laid the map on top of the red car. They gathered around it, looking for a city they haven’t yet entered. What they needed was at least a month or two of supplies so they don’t have to keep scavenging every second.

“We split up.” Izuku proposed and pointed to the town they were near, “Three of us go here while the other three go to the one that's next to it. One group looks for food while the other looks for medical supplies.”

“No.” Eijiro shook her head, “We don’t need medical sup-”

“The hell are you talking about?” Katsuki looked at him, “You’re telling me that the community survives by not having any? What kind of dumb idea is that?” 

“No, listen, we have a system.” They all looked as Denki as he spoke and raised four fingers, “One looks for food, that’s us. The second looks for medical supplies. The third looks for weapons. The fourth looks for other stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?” F/n said, her arms being crossed.

Eijiro named a few, “Notebooks, books, jars, pencil, sign-”

“Miscellaneous.” Shoto said to which Eijiro nodded. “Exactly.”

“I still think we should go to different towns.” Izuku said, “Find what we can hold, what can fit in our cars.”

“At least we won’t waste time.” Shoto agreed. 

“Nah.” F/n shook her head, “It does sound like an idea, but what happens if we run into trouble? Our weapons won’t last. We won’t be near, we won’t have help. One fall then the others will. It’s just a matter of time. Besides, why go far when we can just scavenge those around the same town.”

“And you think your idea is any better?” Katsuki retorted.

“I’m not hearing any other.” She looked at him, “We’re taking the safe option.”

“Maybe we should just stay together. If we think about it, we need someone to keep watch or assuming the store's door is broken someone’ll have to find something to barricade it. Then most of us will need to get rid of the dead.”  Shoto proposed, “And if someone gets hurt we’ll need someone to carry that person along with the supplies.”

“You think someone might get hurt?” Katsuki scoffed at him, “What, do you have no fucking faith in us? You think we’re weak?” 

“I’m stating the obvious.” Shoto glared at him, “We’ve gotten hurt many times and that was with just us four. We got two more now. It’s a bigger group.”

As the two argued, F/n nodded at Denki, “How many runs have you been on.”

“This’ll be our fourth.” He replied. 

“Your fourth?” Izuku was a bit surprised, “Okay, wow. I figured you’d done this many times.”

“We have jobs.” Eijiro looked at the map, “We only took over because the last group died. They never made it back after their third run.”

F/n scratched her brow before letting out a sigh, “We’ll make sure that doesn’t happen and we should get going, we’re wasting daylight.”

The others nod and get into their vehicles. One by one following each other. Like last time, Eijiro and Katsuki stayed together with the red-head driving while the blonde took a nap. In the truck, Denki drove as he chatted with Izuku. Behind them, F/n drove with Shoto looking at the map again. 

“Man, I'm so hungry.” Denki whined as his stomach rumbled, “I can’t wait to get home so I can eat a warm meal.”

Izuku, who looked out the window, hummed, “What’s it like? The community?”

“Well it’s big.” Denki smiled, “And there’s a lot of people but not enough to make it crowded, and there’s even a farm. We have warm showers-”

“Showers?” That caught Izuku’s attention.

“Yeah!” Denki chuckled, “I couldn’t believe it at first but almost everything works. Although, I still don’t know how it works, but it works. It’s almost like how it used to be. You guys will love it.”

“We’d love anything if it meant not staying out here for another long month.” He looked at the side mirror where the rusty red car was following them, “And with winter right around the corner, I doubt we’d even survive.”

Denki’s smile faltered, “We were lucky to have run into you guys.”

Izuku hummed. 

They parked near the grocery store. It was big, like a warehouse, which relieved the group, but the open entrance gate didn’t and neither did the few dead walking by. However, the cars parked in the lot did help give them courage.

Izuku stabbed a dead before it could draw the others to them. He then placed it on the floor so the fall wouldn’t get the attention of the dead that’re near. Next to him, the others crouched beside a car as they quickly came up with a plan.

“You and you with me.” F/n pointed at Shoto and Izuku, “We push forward and avoid using guns. I’m in the middle and you two are by the sides.”

“Hold on, you’ll be taking more dead.” Eijiro pointed out. 

“I’m faster.” She then continued, “You three will be behind and in case we miss one or one just happens to show up, Katsuki will take care of it. We want to avoid drawing noise that’s why me, Izuku and Shoto will go first.”

“So, I’m back up.” Katsuki rolled his eyes at that, “Me being in front other than Deku will go easier.”

“You’re back up and no one dies. Eijiro will get the gate while we get rid of the others.” She gave him a quick glare before looking at the others, “Ready?”

With a nod they proceed forward. Each of their knives punctured the rotter's skull. Since Shoto’s knife was beginning to get dull, it would get stuck every time he used it. He would kick the dead so the knife would get unstuck. He hated it and grunted when he shoved one away. 

Izuku wiped some blood that had gotten on his cheek and groaned as it smeared. He quickly paid attention when a dead tried to sneak up on F/n. He grabbed it before it could get any closer. Its shirt ripped but he managed to stab it before it got away. 

Her arm felt sore. Dead after dead, she would stab it harsher and pull away even harder. Her hands were covered in blood and her shirt began to get bloody as well. Just a few more steps and they would soon reach the doors. 

She got a little farther ahead and took the last rotter before calling to the others. When they were all inside Eijiro quickly pulled the gate down which drew little noise while Denki began to help the others by using the back of his gun. F/n, Shoto and Izuku helped Katsuki get rid of the others inside.

One was held down by boxes as it laid on top of it. It grabbed F/n’s leg but she slammed her other foot down on the head until it was mushy. She sneered as it got on her shoes and maggots began to crawl out. 

“Done!” Izuku yelled as took the last one near their section. 

Katsuki sniffled and wiped his nose, “It’s huge there might be more further back. Creepy little shits are probably hiding.”

“We take sections then.” F/n proposed, “Together.”

Denki’s whistle caught their attention, “We hit the damn jackpot.”

Although it was messy and dusty there were many products. A lot. Probably more than it could fit in their vehicles. It made them all happy, that’s for sure. This could last for months, heck maybe a year. All they knew was that they didn’t need to venture out further. No more people missing and no more people dying. 

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UNFRIENDLY FRIEND- TERUSHIMA

You first met Terushima when you saw him park his motorcycle behind the gym, you gave him a warning not to do that seeing if he’d get caught he’d be in a lot of trouble. You’ve heard of Terushima before this interaction, you never did put a face to the name that day. After school he introduced himself and offered you a coffee as a thanks, the rest is kind of history, he took you on dates occasionally showed you off to a bunch of girls. After 3 months of dating and this routine you two seemed to pick up he messaged you late at night apologizing for a friend you’ll be meeting the next day. You began to wonder in what way was he apologizing for, like is this friend preparing to step out of line or something. You shook off the feeling and went to sleep, when you woke up the next day you were greeted with your usual good morning message for Teru, you got ready for school and woke your brother up on your way out.

As the clocked ticked for school to be over, something inside you grew you didn’t know if it was curiousty or nervousness, but you walked into the gym seeing a girl pressed up to your boyfriends arm, when he saw you he moved away from her and walked over to you. “Babe,” He bent down kissing your cheek before turning to the female, “this is G/n, she’s a childhood friend, she’s visiting my family for the weekend. G/n this is my girlfriend.”

“Oh, it’s so nice to meet you.” She shook your hand her smile going down.

“Nice to meet you too…”

“Y/n.”

“Y/n, oh the pretty one.”

“I’m sorry?” You looked at Terushima confused. “What does that mean?”

“Oh, let me reword it, like the prettiest girl I’ve seen him with, it’s a compliment.”

“Right.”

“He’s told me so much about you.”

“I pretty much summed it up in a paragraph before she came.”

“I wanted it to be a surprise but somehow he figured it out.”

“Anyways, babe,” you turned to look at him grabbing his arm softly. “Are you ready?”

“Ahh, yeah, hold on,” he walked over to his coach leaving you alone with G/n.

“Okay so, his girlfriends don’t normally last long, so when you break his heart I’m gonna come for you.” You looked at her confused and he ran back.

“All ready to go. Oh yeah, did you grab your stuff for the beach trip tomorrow?”

“Yeah, well no, my bathing suit is already at your house and I was just planning on jacking a shirt.”

“Works for me.”

“Oh she’s coming on the beach trip?”

“Well, yeah. In no offense, she was invited before you seeing I didn’t know you were coming till last minute,”

“Oh, so I’m a last minute invite?”

“Yeah basically, but it’ll be fun, we should get going then.”

“Great.” The walk back to Terushima’s was more than awkward, she was trying to have a conversation with him while he was trying to have one with you. When you finally got there you took your shoes off at the door and greeted his parents before walking up to his room. You took out a pair of your sleeping shorts out of his drawer and an oversized shirt out his closet, quickly getting dressed and head downstairs, stopping halfway there to see Terushima walk out the bathroom with no shirt on.

“I was just about to grab that shirt.” He said grabbing your waist pulling your closer.

“Oh is that so? Well, finders keepers.”

“Oh you can definitely keep it, it looks ten times better on you than me.”

“Than on anyone right?” You asked softly looking up at him, he smiled weakly at you grabbing your face.

“You are the most beautiful girl I ever met, any of my clothes look better on you far more than anyone, better than the model selling the shirts or the model’s partner.”

“Now you’re just being modest.” You went to back away but his grip tightened softly on your face keeping you in place.

“I will tell you everyday if I have to, I love every single inch of your body, you’re heart, personality, you are what keeps me going in life, you’ve changed me in so many ways I never thought I could change, and I love you for that. But I love you more.”

“And now you’re gonna make me cry.” You place your hands on his chest leaning up to kiss him softly. “Now go put a shirt on and come downstairs, I love you.” You quickly pecked his lips and walked off.

“I hate it when you turn your back to me, but love the view of you walking away.”

“Such and idiot sometimes, Teru.”

“Only for you, my love.” You rolled your eyes as you reached the bottom floor. You walked over to his mom helping her with dinner like usual.

“Thank you, Y/n, I’m so glad he’s met you.” His friend walked in a little after watching as you conversant with Terushima’s mother, she walked over tapping her shoulder.

“Would you like me to set the table?”

“Oh no, that won’t be necessary, we don’t eat at the table anymore. Y/n introduced us to eating on the couch and watching a movie. I believe it’s my pick.”

“It is indeed, mom.” Terushima said as he walked in wrapping his arms around your waist. You watched Haunt as his mother is a big horror fan and after you too head to bed, his friend sleeping on a pallet on the floor.

—

When you woke up you were greeted to kissed on your neck and a gasp left your lips as he bit down, the moment was interrupted soon after his friend opened his bathroom door. You guys got ready for the beach and waited on the other volleyball members to pull up. Once on the beach you instantly put your towel down and took off Terushima’s shirt causing some passing men to whistle, only to stop when Terushima takes his shirt off next to you before kissing your neck and taking off to the boys setting up a net for their beach volleyball, you swear they never take a break. “Boys am I right?” You look at his friend who sets her towel down next to you.

“Yeah.”

“Teru sure does seem to have admirers.” You looked at the girls who’s eyes lingered on your man, you watched as he look oblivious to it as he helped the team.

“He’s hot, can’t blame him.”

“So you’re not the jealous type then?”

“Definitely not, if he wanted them, he wouldn’t be with me, I know Teru. I trust him.”

“Yeah, but before you he was a bit of a man whore.”

“yeah, keyword there G/n, before me. You can have this nice fake smile you’re doing in front Teru, but you’re not fooling anyone. You wish it was you he settled for, and it’s fine, I get it, but Teru is not going to come crying to you, cause I don’t plan on leaving.”

“Oh, I’ll find a way to get rid of you, you may be a little harder than his exs but I can do it. I’ve done it before.” You laughed at her earning a look from your boyfriend.

“Sweetly, I’d like to see you try, he’ll never see you that way, he hasn’t yet, chances are he never will.”

“Hm, but you got him to see you ugly ass.”

“There is not a bone in my body that’s ugly.” You stood up grabbing your sunblock heading towards your boyfriend. Looking at the girls who also had sunblock in their hands, you rolled your eyes applying some on your hands before touching his already red shoulders.

“jeez, don’t sneak up on me like that.”

“Sorry, my love, you’re already starting to burn, can’t have you burn to death before you kick some of your teammates ass.”

“Thanks Y/n.”

“Glad to see you have faith in us.” Two of his teammates chip in.

“You’re welcome.” Terushima turned around when you retreated your hands, you put more on them rubbing them in before spreading the cream on his chest, you looked up into his eyes as you did this smiling brightly at him. “What?”

“Nothing, just like looking at you.” You laughed booping his nose getting sunblock on it. “Oh no you don’t.” He grabbed the bottle out your hand squirting some on his before rubbing them together.

“Don’t you dare.”

“Oh I dare.” You began to run away from him trying to use his teammates as shields as he chased you, you even threw one into him as you took off down the beach, but with your legs being shorter than his he easily caught up grabbing your waist, smearing what was left of the sunblock all on your stomach and chest, you laughed as your body turned around in his arms, pushing your hair out your face you glance up at the boy. “I love you.” You froze in your spot as the words left his lips.

“I love you, too.” He smirked before he leaned down capturing your lips with his, picking you up slightly before walking you back into the direction of your friends. His friend glanced over at you two, the look in Terushima’s eyes proved your words, he was never gonna love someone else as much as he loves you.