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autistic-daniil-dankovsky · 4 months

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remember this? well. let's go!

both ena and an have pretty famous fathers, and it was always somewhat expected of them to be worthy of their legacy, in some way. both of them were told, "of course you're good at art - you're shinei's daughter!" and "of course you're good at singing - you're ken's daughter!" respectively.

they were always perceived via their fathers, not allowed to step outside their shadow and be seen for themselves. they couldn't be ena or an.

and, you know, for a time, they went along with it. i mean, they were good at what they were doing.

but then... all comes crashing down.

for ena, there's the obvious bullshit that's going on with shinei. completely destroying her. because she admired her father, because he was the reason she wanted to do art to begin with, and he told her to her face that she would never be good enough.

her entire world fell apart, that day.

because no matter what she says, ena wants the approval of her father more than anything else. she wants him to tell her that she's worthy of being his daughter, that all her hard work amounts to something; anything.

but then, there's the eventual revelation that she wasn't anything, actually. she wasn't special.

everyone was better than her.

before, ena was a fish in a small pond, and of course, she was among the best. but now she's been dropped in a vast ocean, and she's small, and insignificant.

devoured by all the other fish.

one of them - and admittedly, the most important of them all - being futaba. she joined after ena, but she proved herself in much less time than her. and, even succeeded where ena failed - she never gave up, even when she was harshly criticised. never regressing artistically. never running away from art.

and there's something else, somewhere deep down - a fear. a fear that nightcord will abandon her when they realise she can't keep up with them. that she's not as good as they thought she was.

what will happen of her, then? she'll be all alone. unloved.

an goes through something similar.

she meets kohane, and she decides that this person is going to be her partner. that they're going to surpass THE rad weekend together, that no one could be better for this task but her.

but when she starts that relationship, it's with the assumption that she'll always be the teacher and that kohane will always be the student.

not in a mean, or pretentious way, no, not at all. simply, an was always told there was no way she couldn't surpass rad weekend, since she was ken's daughter. in her small pond, she was also among the very best.

but then, an realises something, too.

kohane is much better at everything than she is.

very similarly to ena's situation with futaba, kohane made much more progress in barely a year than an has in years. taiga - one of the old RADers, and somewhat of an uncle for an - recognised her potential, and asked to train her. not an, but kohane.

and of course, an is happy to know that! because that's her partner and friend, and an is happy to see her grow more confident and get better every day. because she cares. because she loves her.

but there's something in her chest - something that hurts and aches. she has to face the fact that she's not as good as she thought she was, that she isn't worthy of her father's legacy. that she isn't worthy of being kohane's partner, that she might be holding her back.

that she might be abandoned. left behind to rot.

what will happen of her, then? she'll be all alone. unloved.

to me - ena and an are two kids suffering under the weight of a legacy that's too heavy for them to carry, but that they can't let go of. they're also struggling with seeing their peers succeed where they repeatedly fail. they're all about being terrified of being abandoned because they're not good enough.

they're both confronted by this fact.

and it terrorises them.

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wolfytoothy · 4 months

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don't cry pretty girl

E.42 Miles X reader

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here you are, roaming the street, at night, crying your eyes out.

Why?

Cuz you found out your friend was fucking your bestfriend of 3 years. You felt betrayed.

You were roaming the streets hoodie on, snot running down your face, tears, hair all messed up, scratches on your face and bruises.

You were trying to breath bit the tears just kept on coming.

"Hey pretty girl" a gruff voice said. You wiped your face as you kept on walking. "Leave me alone" you cried. In moments the guy grabbed you by thr wrist pulling you back to him and into the alleyway. His breath had the smell of alcohol,making you nauseous.

"When I talk to you you fucking listen bitch" he spat. "Let me fucking go you fucking prick, i dont fucking know you" you snapped. He pushed you to the ground and unbuckled his belt.

He backed up into the wall and brought your knees to your chest burying your face in yiur knees.covered your face. "I don't give a fuck no more" you cried bursting into tears again.

In a matter of seconds you heared yelling, then silence...then foot steps aproching you.

It was Miles. The Prowler. He got down on one knee and inspected you. "Why you out her this late at night" he asked. The voice changer effecting his voice. "Go away" you cried.

But he didn't do away. He sat down with you. He notice your voice. And how sad you sound.

"Are...you okay miss" he asked.

Luft your head up to be face to face with prowler, but you didn't care no more. "No," you sniffed wiping your face.

He stayed silent for a bit looking at your pretty face."wow" he said in ow.

You laughed a bit at his reaction. "Yea I know, I'm messed up" you sniffed. He snapped out if it and relized your state. Big as scratchs on your face, a big bruise on your cheek. And a busted lip. "Y-yea what a pretty girl like you crying like that" he asked.

You smiled a bit at the fact he called you pretty. You then proceeded to explain the situation to him. And he listened.

"Damn, that's just messed up" he said shacking his head. "I know right. But I don't give a fuck no more if she wants a man thats not a good boyfriend then that's not my problem no more, she can fucking have him" you complained "and the fact that I gotta see his damn face everyday now just got me fucked up," you said.

"Wow,"

"Tragic right" you chuckled

He nodded and got up. He took off his gauntlet and held out his hand,catching you off guard. You hesitated as you gingerly grab his hand. Then his mask retracted revealing his face.

"Listen, a pretty girl like you don't need to deal with jack asses like them," he started, having a soft accent. He wiped your face gingerly careful not to touch the scratches as he continued. "You don't need to cry your eyes out about that little hussy. Your way out of his league mama,"he smiled softly. Making you smile a bit.

"Yea" you said softly, nodding. "Good, now let's get you patched up ma" he said. "W-wait what" you stammered. "Yea, you clearly need help" he said pulling out his phone and texted some one.

"I-i,-"

"Hey what's your name by the way" he asked.

"Well thst depends are you gonna kill me?"

"Nah"

You thought for a while then shrugged. 'Hey I made it this far talking to the prowler. What could possibly go wrong. I mean yea he can do anything he want with me but hey I don't mind letting this handsome man touch me' you thought cheeckily shrugged your shoulders.

"Y/n. Y/n l/n."

"Miles, Miles morales "

You nodded and smiled. "Now come on"

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Hit Me up if you want a part two of this.

Love you.

Byyyyy

#miles morales #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles #e.42 miles #earth 42 miles x you #earth 42 miles fluff #miles morales x reader #prowler miles #prowler x reader #earth 42 prowler #miles morales prowler #the prowler #atsv prowler

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aredlemon · 6 months

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Our Job. Ao3

Summary:

Remus stumbled upon a pretty gruesome sight.

Aftercare with your twin ba-byyyyy!!!!!

Notes:

Thanks to my beta reader for pushing me to write this (while holding me at gunpoint). I’m on call with them, they just said “it was only a bit of blackmail”. Hope ya enjoy this fluff mess.

Cw: idk freaking blood and mention of an ivy, other than that fluff, maybe self deprecating thought, MAYBE read the previous chapter so it makes more sense

Pairings: dukceit if ya want

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It was a beautiful day, really. The sky was dark, heavy rain could be heard, hell, even the smell of ash filled the air. Everything was perfect! Well, it *was* that way but now the clear sky and ever so slight wind ruined the mood. What had changed?

Remus didn’t really care to ponder further, continuing his stroll through the forest. Death cap mushrooms were the perfect afternoon snack, too bad finding them was kinda hard. They just looked so similar to puffballs and paddy-straw mushrooms!

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A guttural growl was heard, shaking the ground. Remus quickly abandoned his not even remotely full basket and grabbed his morning star. Not out of fear, more like excitement. Impromptu monster battles were always welcome. Maybe it was a hellhound, or a dragon! Ooo maybe even a gargoyle~ one of them had been missing from their usual spot atop his castle.

Stepping closer Remus spotted the source of the noise. A half boar half eagle hybrid lay on the damp ground. Its right wing lodged under a fallen tree. It seemed to be eyeing some prey.

Turning his head to look Remus’ heart sank. There resting with his back on the fallen log, facing the sky, lay his brother. Clothes tattered and dirtied, sword absent, and, worst of all, a gash decorating his chest.

A loud snapping sound brought Remus back to the present. While lost in his thoughts he had wondered towards the sight, resulting in him stepping on a quite large stick, blowing his cover.

The monster which had started to lurk towards his brother turned to face him. Both its wings were down, although one was severely wounded, owing to it being trapped under that tree not even a minute ago. It was fuming with rage, eyes locked with the black clad twin.

———

Getting a hold of himself, Remus avoided the monster’s attack. Not like it was incredibly hard, it was injured and most likely exhausted. It must have been one of his accidental creations, probably a sleep-creating accident. He should really try to control that.

Coming back to the matter at hand he swung his morning star, hitting, and thus bloodying, the creature’s snout. It let out a strangled growl before being assaulted again, this time a spike puncturing one of its eyes.

———

Few minutes passed before he delivered the final blow to the bastard creation’s head. He wiped some of the blood off his weapon, more out of habit rather than wanting to keep it clean. Looking down at his now defeated enemy he let out a few steadying breaths.

Not waiting further he started sprinting towards the sight that had caused him to out himself. The battle had led both predator and prey away from the scene. Plus, it’s not as if Remus would be dumb enough to fight right in front of his injured brother.

———

Kneeling besides the pale prince he checked for a pulse, thankfully finding one, despite it being quite faint. Using his sash he turned it into a makeshift tourniquet, wrapping it around Roman’s chest. He used his brother’s, now extra red, sash to ensure that his own wouldn’t slip from where he had tied it.

Luckily no other major injuries were found. Sighing he inched a bit closer, pulling Roman off the log and cradling his head in his lap. ‘Why must you always do this?’ he thought.

Slowly rubbing over the, now completely scabbed over, wound on his twin’s cheek he felt his throat tighten. Sure, battles between them weren’t scarce, nor were the both of them unscathed by the end of most, yet this still made him feel a sense of guilt.

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It was bright. Too bright. Was he dead? A heavy weight pressed on his chest and legs, pinning him down. He must be in hell, his whole body feeling as though it has been set ablaze. Arms sitting unresponsive to his sides, something poking one of them.

Slowly opening his eyes to adjust to the light, Roman looked up. Surprisingly there were no demons hanging above him, nor were there any flames. Darting his eyes around, Roman saw he wasn’t in his room, not even in the light side’s place.

The living room was quite different from theirs. He was resting on a long, black couch, a television not too far away from him to his left. On the coffee table there were some loose playing cards, a glass of water, and the tv remote. Tilting his head he noticed the blankets causing him to feel weighed down. Tucked under them like a newborn. Coming to face the culprit poking at his left arm he saw an ivy stand next to him.

———

Growing impatient Remus went to check on his brother for the umpteenth time since bringing him to the dark side’s space. Janus had stopped trying to convince him that it would be better to leave him to rest long ago. Strutting towards the couch he saw his disoriented brother.

“Well look who’s up! Sleep well?” he said moving to sit on the floor next to him.

Roman went to get up, groaning as he felt a pain shoot through him.

“Woah there, easy does it. You don’t wanna tear something now do ya?” Remus chided while pushing him back lightly, angling him a bit so his shoulder blades rested against the armrest.

“Re…what’re ya doin’? Where ‘m I?” His voice was timid, throat hoarse.

“Well I feel like I should be the one asking questions, don’t cha think?” Remus replied, accentuating the ‘k’. He promptly plopped himself in front of his brother, kneeling up close to him.

“So~ care to tell me why you were fighting that thing alone?” Remus snarled, trying to sound menacing, ending up not that convincing.

“Pf- ‘m fine~…just a scratch! Come on, I’ve had worse, plus, what else was I supposed to do? Scream for help like you~?” Roman teased. False bravado on full display. But it was true, Remus did almost always scream for help…how did his voice even reach that high?

Snapping him out of his thoughts Remus cackled. “Oh pardon me sir! Didn’t know ya were so sensitive~ Do I need to remind you I’m not the one with bandages all over my chest?” Remus leaned back slightly, stretching his arms over his head. “‘t’s not like if I don’t ask for help I won’t be able to defend myself, I just like to ensure I’ll be fully intact!” A grin spread across his face. “*And* I was able to save ya from that creature~ so who’s the one that needed help?”

“Yeah after I had broken one of its wings! That would have been easy if I didn’t pass out…” Roman mumbled, looking at the suddenly oh-so-interesting floor. “Wait, how did you even find me?”

Remus huffed. “Yeah yeah, whatever ya say. I was just taking a stroll~” He leaned back, resting on his elbows, turning to look at the floor. “Seriously though- Ya should take better care of yourself.” His tone had turned a bit more serious, unlike his usual high pitched giddiness. Truly unsettling for Roman.

Roman looked at him. This wasn’t something he was used to. Slowly lifting himself a bit more upwards, his body still aching, he leaned forward. “Since when do you worry so much? I mean, thanks, but I can handle myself…” Roman’s voice was timid, another unusual thing. Suppose they were both feeling out of it.

The room fell silent for a bit. The air was thick, a light breeze being heard outside. Neither of them wanted to initiate conversation. Truly a boring sight for poor Janus, staring at them from the shadows. It’s not that he was nosy, well he was, but he wanted to make sure everything went well. Ok fine, free entertainment was *also* a part of it, giving him a chance to sip some wine.

“Look,” Remus started out with a huff, “I know we aren’t on the best terms. Just…I do care for you. I know I don’t show it but I do. You’re still my brother. If I didn’t care I would have left you there to get eaten, and I wouldn’t have bandaged you up,” he let out a weak laugh, “as bad of a job as I may have done.”

The room fell silent, this time not for long. “I get it.” Roman said, still looking at the floor, a tear making its way down his face. “I just…it’s stupid…” He huffed a laugh, looking at Remus. “You know, there are some times we’re I wish I were you…” He trailed off, pulling his knees to his chest, groaning slightly from the pain.

Remus shifted upwards, resting on his knees once again. He looked a bit surprised, trying to see if his brother had been lying. Before he could comment on it Roman continued.

“I know it sounds weird, bear with me. I wish I could be half as carefree as you, half as confident…You can do anything you want and not care. How?” At that last question Roman turned to face him, a weak smile forming on his lips as tears streamed down his face. He huffed a laugh, wiping at his face. “Sorry. I don’t know what has gotten to me-“

Barely able to finish he was pushed back, Remus on top of him. “No…I, fuck it” Remus hugged him tight, burying his face in the crevice of his twin’s neck. “Don’t be sorry…You’re fine just the way ya are, trust me, I ain’t all that brave myself. Plus, it’s our job to protect the imagination, it wasn’t merely gifted to you, as much as I tease you about it I love the places you’ve built.” It was weird seeing his brother stripped of his usual bravado. Even more so was the fact that, out of all people, Roman seemed envious of *him*.

“This is nice and all but you’re crushing me here.” Roman could barely breathe, trying to pry Remus off of him. As Remus pulled back he muttered a quick ‘sorry’, followed by a chuckle.

“I’m serious! I don’t like to see you hurt.” A quick stare made him elaborate. “Ok fine~ I don’t like seeing you hurt outside of our play-fights.” he added with a smirk.

“I’ll try my best, who knows, maybe I’ll call you if I’m caught up in something.”

“You better.”

———

Few moments passed before Roman had fallen asleep, still tired from his previous battle, and the crying. He had resumed his previous position of laying down on the couch, this time with added leg support from Remus.

The second twin was sitting idly, as much as he could anyway. Scrolling through his phone, looking at whatever was going on ‘round the world.

“Don’t like seeing him hurt, eh?”

He nearly got a heart attack, dropping his phone as the voice behind him startled him. Turning his head he shifted to be able to look at the other person more clearly. “Christ! Maybe don’t sneak up on me, will ya?”

“Dodging questions, are we now~?” The snake looked down at him, amused by the flustered look on Remus’ face. “Who knew you could be so sweet…Such a softie you are!” Janus clasped his hands, bringing them under his chin, a feigned look of adoration, matching his voice, decorated his face.

“Shut up. You’ll wake him…” Remus mumbled as he turned his attention back to his phone. But it *was* true, he didn’t like to think of himself as a man with many weaknesses, too bad Roman was one of them.

“I’ll leave you two, make sure to get some rest too.” Janus went to walk away, almost out the room before a voice stopped him.

“Aw so you care about me too~ Who knew you were so soft!” Remus chuckled at his comment while Janus just scoffed, walking quickly out the room. He wasn’t going to grant Remus the pleasure of seeing the smile etched on his face from such a stupid remark.

Notes:

Honourable Janus mention for my beta reader, and me. 🐍 (my beta reader is jan, watching this unfold from the shadows)

#thanks beta reader #I hate you #got you giggling and kicking your feet #sanders sides #ao3 #fanfic #my writing #roman sanders #roman angst #remus sanders #janus sanders #(honourable mention)

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eeveeyn · 4 years

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god damnit I wish I could actually sing, and not just half way

#this is another post brought to you byyyyy #six the musical #being stuck in my head #and bringing up fever dreams of being an actress #aghhhh #fandom #musical t

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honeysidesarchived · 3 years

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wip day! tagged byyyyy @faithchel @chazz-anova @scungilliwoman @adelaidedrubman @lilwritingraven i think that's it, thank you my lovelies!

tagging @shallow-gravy @vasiktomis @stacispratt @jackiesarch (macy if u wanna give again u can too.....) @shellibisshe @chyrstis @blissfulalchemist @belorage @johnnycranes @hoesephseed and anyone else who wants to play, pls tag me!

as we know i have been hyperfixated on this santino d'antonio content nobody asked for, so naturally that is my wip for u today. under the cut bc it ~technically~ spoils the end of no temptation/no glory. have some painfully grievous wick/euphie interaction (and feat. @starcrier's own madilyn moone for this au 💕)

"I want it to be clear." John crushes the bones of each word on their way out of his mouth. "Moone is off-limits."

"In what way?" Euphemia asks.

"I thought you weren't an idiot."

Her eyes narrow. "Is she off-limits because she's a civilian, or because you care about her?"

The question catches him off guard; not because he thinks that Euphemia cares about his relationships beyond a clinical indifference and occasional thinly-veiled threat, but because he doesn't like the implications of answering honestly.

"The distinction doesn't matter," he says. "Off-limits."

"My Santino was off-limits." It's her turn to bite the words out, to crunch them, to wad up her venom. "By the law of the Continental he was off-limits to you, and where is he, John?"

Wick stares at her. She has been cordial at best to him, but has never once brought up the actual affair until now. It’s her agony, and he thinks, I know what that’s like, but he doesn’t say the words out loud. They wouldn’t mean anything to her.

"Dead is the word you're looking for," she spits.

"I know what he is," John replies.

#wip tag #thanks bbies!#i kissed u #and will continue to serve content nobody asked for

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trials-era-sam · 3 years

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Tonight’s insomnia posting is brought to you byyyyy Back Pain™!

Back Pain™: because who needs sleep anyway?

#in all seriousness i should probably go see a physiotherapist

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friendlyfrat-boy · 4 years

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The Straw-Hat Among Us Ch3 Part 2

Black: Marshall D. Teach

After that silence ended, Doflamingo crouched down, taking a closer look at the body. He removed the helmet and unzipped the suit. It was Shanks alright. But the fact of the matter was… “-His neck is broken.” Teach could feel his heartbeat quickening as Doflamingo examined the body, glanced at the fence, and looked outside it. “He wasn’t killed here. Only brought here to distract us.”

“B-, by whom?...” Usopp asked the question on everyone’s mind.

Doflamingo shrugged. “Maybe someone who wanted to leave us questioning.” He let his sunglassed eyes fall on the people present, a grin spreading across his face. “-Or, someone who didn’t want to give us any questions to ask.”

Before Doflamingo could push the button on the side of Shanks’ helmet, Smoker stopped him. “Shanks had the right idea last time. Let’s look for any sort of empirical evidence before we jump to assumptions.”

“Hey, that was MY idea!” Caesar said, stomping his foot into the ground. Nobody paid him any heed though.

Teach reluctantly went along with the search, trailing after Zoro and Smoker as they exited Electrical and moved over to the other side of the fence. Thankfully, it seemed, his own footprints had already been covered by the snow. Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Zoro simply had to point out something else to throw him into a panicked fit.

“That pile of snow… wasn’t that your snowman, Teach?” Zoro asked, pointing at the pile of snow right next to where Teach could all-too-vividly recall the body being.

“N-, no! Or, well, uh, I guess so, maybe?” he glanced at the snow, “maybe the wind knocked it over? Y-, yeah, tons of my other snowmen were knocked over, so I had ta go around fixing them, a real bother, yanno?”

Zoro nodded, but Smoker hardly seemed convinced. Still, he said nothing.

As they could find nothing else in the snow, they soon returned to Electrical, finding everyone else gathered as well. “What’s the situation?” Smoker asked.

“Everyone’s ready,” Doflamingo answered, not waiting for any follow-up before he pressed the button thrice in that certain way, calling for a meeting. “Ah, I checked the body, too. There’s nothing of interest, so you can just toss him in the lava.” For some damn reason, Teach was chosen for this duty, having to carry the charred corpse on his back as they returned to the Office, everyone keeping an eye on each other.

While everyone gathered in the Office, Teach walked right on by, through the hall and finally emerged in front of the lava pit. He turned to look at Shanks, whispered for forgiveness, and dropped him into the lava.

When he came into the Office, everyone had already taken their places, two seats sadly empty. Teach sat down, and decided to keep mostly quiet if he could.

After a beat, Smoker stood up, clearly meaning to act as chairman for the time being. “Alright,” he turned to Kizaru, “what have you seen?”

Kizaru scratched his chin. “Weeeeeell, last time I saw Shanks, he was heading souuuth. He passed by the camera to Electrical and gave me a waaave~.” To punctuate his point, Kizaru gave a little wave, much like he had last time, seemingly unbothered by any of this. Suddenly, his wrinkled eye fell on Teach. “Aaah, but Teach did pass by later, though he didn’t see anythingggg.”

Seven suspicious eyes fell on Teach. “H-, hey! He said it ‘imself, I didn’t see ‘nuthing!” Somehow, he could tell nobody believed him. Shit. Shittt. To think everything would go wrong so soon-,

“Then again, we can’t know if Teach passed by Electrical before or after Shanks was killed,” Usopp said, flinching a bit when all eyes turned to him. “W-, well, I’d think it might be good to know the order of events, right? Shanks might have gone into Communications or something before he was k-, killed!”

“Why would he do that though?” Caesar asked, leaning his head in his hand.

Usopp was taken aback. “I-, um, I dunno? Why would he leave the Shuttle at all? That doesn’t make any sense either!”

Smoker nodded. “That’s true. Shanks, although rather lax, hardly seemed like the careless type.” Smoker’s eye fell on Kizaru, busy staring into nothing. “...Unlike some.”

Buggy squinted. “What if he was pursued?... So he ran there??”

“Noooooo, he stopped and waaaaved. He wouldn’t do that if he was all spooked, would heeee~?” Kizaru added.

Zoro’s eyes sharpened. “If he wasn’t being pursued by an imposter… perhaps he was lured by one?”

“But I didn’t see anyone going that way thouuuugh?” Kizaru said, poking his chin. “Aahhh, then again, he could’ve used one of those hoooles?”

“A hole?” Smoker asked.

Kizaru nodded deeply. “Ohhh, yes. They’re eeverywheeere, part of some tunnel system. There’s one right outside the fence, toooo.”

Well, that was… dangerous. “Yer tellin’ me those bastards can pop up straight ‘outta anywhere?...” Teach knitted his brows. Maybe he’d underestimated them. “That’s… unsettlin’.”

“-In other words,” Smoker interjected, “it was possible to lure Shanks into the central area without being noticed by the cameras and then throw him over the fence, entirely unnoticed?” Kizaru nodded. “That’s one way of solving that mystery. It still doesn’t tell us how he was lured out there or by who.”

Zoro seemed thoughtful. “There hadn’t been anything special in the central area. Nothing out of place, nothing odd, nothing-,” a flash of realization passed through Zoro’s eyes and he suddenly turned to a rather surprised Teach. “-No, there was one odd thing. You said the wind pushed over your snowmen.”

“-Yeah, and I worked on ‘em for a good while, too!” Teach affirmed. Damn straight he was mad! Sure, he’d fixed all of them, but-

“All of the ones in the central area seemed fixed.” Zoro’s eyes sharpened. “...Apart from the one we found crushed outside the fence.”

Teach choked on nothing. “I-,”

“Hold on.” Smoker raised his hand. “Kizaru, would you please detail what cameras Teach passed by?”

Kizaru seemed somewhat surprised at being addressed again, but complied. “Oooooh, well, first he went by the door outside the entrance to Electrical, where Shanks passed before, and then a few minutes later he came inside through the southern doooor.” Kizaru turned to buggy and Usopp. “You saw him, riiiight~?”

Usopp appeared conflicted, but ended up giving a shaky nod anyways. “Well, yeah, we did see him, but… Still!”

Kizaru nodded. “I trust Teach.”

“Then, since he passed by the fence, which he must have, there is no reason why he wouldn’t have rebuilt his snowman. Is there?” Smoker asked rhetorically. Teach squirmed in his chair. “I guess that’s the explanation, then. You lured out Shanks, most likely by perhaps tipping the snowman over by yourself, making it look like something you’d never do yourself, killed Shanks, tossed his body over the fence, and here we are.”

Smoker met Usopp’s eyes. “Considering that the lot of you noticed him, I’d say he went in there to establish an alibi of sorts.”

“Th-, that’s…” Teach barely knew what to say. Should he tell the truth? Is this the part where he accused someone else entirely? Were there even any arguments to be said apart from the obvious? “I didn’t do it!”

Kizaru stood up. “Okaaaaay, let’s take it easy heeeere.” Smoker seemed ready to argue, but Kizaru seemed genuinely serious. “Teach isn’t the only suspect. I don’t know where Smoker waaaas, not to speak about Zoroooo. For all you guys know, I could be lying about seeing Teach pass on byyyyy.”

“B-, but!” Usopp meekly argued.

“But, we can’t reach conclusions just yeeeet. We don’t know much about anythinggggg.”

That is, unless Teach opened up and told the truth. If he did, maybe they could narrow the results a bit. Figure out who did it and who didn’t. “I-, I just didn’t notice the snowman as I passed by!” Teach chose not to do this. “I mean, it was just a heap ‘a snow on the ground, how was I s’posed ta see it?!”

Panic clawed at his insides with razor-sharp claws.

Doflamingo drummed his fingers against the table. “To think you’d kill the man who protected you so closely.” He smiled. “Endearing! Now, let’s not think too hard about the why’s and how’s, it’s clear as day who did it! Letting this adorable little madman run about a few more hours seems like a perfectly charming idea, but as I value my life, I’d rather we just cut to the chase and get voting.”

Smoker nodded solemnly. “Kizaru, as right as you are, we can’t afford to assume innocence without the proper evidence to back it up. The situation is as clear as day. Let’s get voting.”

Teach gulped. He could feel his own sweat making his black suit stick to his skin. He felt trapped in his own skin. Damn it, damn it, damn it all to hell! His finger hovered over the various buttons, but in the end, he could only choose to skip. All he knew was that he wasn’t it. In his predicament, he didn’t have the time or mentality to put his suspicions on anyone.

Blip. Blip blip. Blip.

Everyone finally voted. If Teach was lucky, they would maybe skip on account of the lack of evidence. Sure, he’d been pretty witnessed, but-,

Five votes against Teach.

Five.

All the rest, Teach, Kizaru and Usopp had tried to skip.

But in the face of such overwhelming numbers, it was a mere drop in the sea.

Teach’s heart sank. “N-, no, I…”

Seven pairs of eyes turned to him. “I-, I’m no killer! I ain’t killed nobody!”

His pleas fell on deaf ears. Teach practically threw himself to his feet, his chair clattering and falling over behind him as he watched the rest of the assorted members rising. He took a step back. Considered running. But it wouldn’t help, would it? They’d already made up their minds. If the imposters didn’t get to him, they would.

“S-, stay back! Ya blasted murderin’ bastards!”

They pretty much backed him through the hallway, out of the doorway, and over towards the pit of lava.

Two bodies already rested on the bottom of it, swallowed by the fires of Hell. Teach found himself standing on the metal walkboard. A plank. The heat of the lava was overpowering. Fiery spirits of Hell gnawing at his bones. He felt so, so hot inside his suit. Burning hot. Soon, he’d surely feel even hotter.

White-hot tears streamed down his eyes. “P-, please, I didn’t-, I didn’t do nuthing, I just-,”

The truth crawled its way up his throat like an acid-spitting parasite. “I found his body, I did! But he was already cold as the snow around ‘im! Neck snapped all the way ‘round!”

There was a pause in his pursuers. “I knew ya wouldn’t believe me! You’d all say I killed ‘im coz he was clever enough ta catch me! I knew you’d suspect me again, and I couldn’t take that! I-, I don’t want ta die! Call me a coward, but I don’t want ta die!”

He squinted his eyes shut, fists balling at his sides. “I… I want to live…!”

But he didn’t. A few buttons pressed, a few blips, and the metal board escaped from under his feet. He plunged down into the molten death below, tears evaporating on impact, bones burning and teeth popping, his last thought was of his brother. He hoped they’d be together in Heaven, but Teach doubted he’d been pious enough to be allowed in there.

He died so quickly and so thoroughly that not even bones remained.

#zoro #doflamingo #buggy the clown #caesar clown #usopp #kizaru #one piece #among us #fanfiction #smoker #shanks #marco the phoenix #marshall d. teach

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creepy-crawley-crowley · 5 years

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Naive - Crowley X Angel Female Reader

This was requested, and it was requested byyyyy: @adela-topaz-caelon

My lil request is a Crowley x Angel Reader where said Angel is an angel who was booted out of heaven because she's vaguely out of character for an angel, but is definitely one, and often helps the two men and they blatantly love each other but don't know, and Aziraphale is so tired of it, because he's noticed it since the beginning, and he just had enough. I don't mind if it's fluffy or smutty, or both, if you decide to take it on. I just would love your writing on this 😊

One: I FUCKING LOVE THIS REQUEST SO MUCH PLEASE SEND MORE I BEG YOU

Two: Oblivious but in love idiots are the best idiots haha

Warnings: uh, spicy at the end but it isn't full smut because I won't write full on smut like the furthest I will go is clothes removal you can imagine the rest.

You all know the drill, right? Gimme a shout if you wanna be on the taglist, too.

"Oh my, they are...hopeless! Oblivious! Absolutely...agh! Fools in love, that's what they are...ugh." Aziraphale groaned. He was pacing in the back room of his bookshop, fretting about his two closest friends.

Now, the context of this situation: Crowley, a demon, Aziraphale's best friend, is hopelessly in love with Y/N, an Angel, also Aziraphale's best friend. She's also hopelessly in love with Crowley. Why is Aziraphale so annoyed? Because they're so obvious! But yet neither of them seem to notice.

See, it all started at the start, in the Garden Of Eden. Aziraphale was stood on the wall, watching Adam and Eve, yada yada, and Y/N was with him. Y/N was...unique. She'd been kicked out of heaven for being...out of character. Hadn't fallen, though, not really, much to Aziraphale's delight.

And then Crowley came along. He slithered up the wall, and stood beside the two Angels. He knew instantly who Aziraphale was, but who was that? Who was the other one? The thing that confused him most, though, was that Y/N's wings were a mix of black and white.

Was she fallen? Kinda. Was she a Demon? No. An Angel? Yes.

Crowley felt his confusion grow by the minute.

In fact, he was intrigued. He was going to get to know this stranger, whatever it took.

The next time the two really met was in Paris. Aziraphale had gotten himself into a spot of trouble, and Y/N had seeked Crowley out, and dragged him to Paris. Aziraphale, after being set free, wandered off, probably to get food. Perhaps some crêpes.

This left Y/N and Crowley to talk. And talk they did. They'd met many, many times before Paris, obviously, but it had been a while since they'd had a proper chat...3000 years, give or take.

Aziraphale thinks that this moment is when Crowley realised how hopelessly in love he was with Y/N. Aziraphale could see it on his face, they way he looked at Y/N with gentle eyes from behind black glasses. Crowley denied it whenever the subject was brought up. "We're just friends!" He would protest, scrunching his face up in faux disgust.

Or maybe he had fell in love when Y/N had ran off after a unicorn, and returned riding it, smiling as if she had just won the lottery, although that didn't exist then. In fact, that occurred during the Noah's Ark problem.

Aziraphale was a being of love. He knew love when he saw it. He saw the love in shared glances when they thought nobody was looking, he saw the love in the way they spoke to each other, he saw the love in the tiny touches they shared. He saw it all.

He thinks that Y/N fell for Crowley when he saved his books after blowing the church up. Not that it was his fault...kinda. Anyway, Y/N had flown in on trembling wings, having seen the bomb go down, and knowing who was there. She had literally tackled both of them in a hug, engulfing them with her wings too.

"You idiots! You stupid, stupid idiots!" She had yelled. "I can't believe - who made the bomb fall?" She seethed, and Crowley had sheepishly raised a hand, and she had glared that him for a few moments, before her gaze softened, and she smiled, yet again hugging the Demon.

Or perhaps she had fallen for him in Rome.

Don't even get Aziraphale started on the 80's. They were at their worst then, Crowley was trying to hide his obvious feelings, and so was Y/N, but they did terribly, and only worsened the situation, because they both most certainly did not get drunk, and certainly did not drunkenly make out. (They did.)

Yeah, that never happened, as far as Aziraphale thought they knew. But Aziraphale knew, of course he did. That was one image he couldn't erase.

And then there was the 90's. They weren't so bad, actually, Aziraphale had decided. They had fallen out after an argument about Crowley and his need for holy water. Y/N had assumed the worst upon being told.

"You what? Aziraphale gave you holy water?" She had screamed at Crowley, wings out, and her eyes were narrowed to the point that they were mere slits. Crowley had nodded, slightly frightened by Y/N's reaction. "Crowley, you can't have holy water! You know what it'll do to you! It'll...It'll destroy you! Or is that why you wanted it? An easy way out?" And as soon as the words had left her mouth, Crowley had reacted.

Aziraphale shivered at the memory. It hadn't been pretty, actually. Crowley had accidentally burnt a few books in his momentary anger, although as soon as Y/N had left, he regretted it, turning to face Aziraphale, his golden eyes wide, looking rather shocked.

They ignored each other for seven years, which had mildly impressed Aziraphale, who hadn't thought they'd even be able to stay away from each other for a week. But no, both of them were even more stubborn than a mule, and boy oh boy, could they hold grudges.

They managed to fix things in '99, when Y/N had been in the bookshop. She had had a run in with a few demons, and although she had never revealed what had really happened, it had scared her to the point where she was quivering in the back room of the bookshop, curled up, cocooned in her wings. And that's how Crowley had found her. Originally he'd come in to find Aziraphale, but he had heard gentle sobs from the back room, and went in, curious. Upon finding Y/N he had darted over, closing the bookshop with a snap of his fingers as he fell to his knees in front of her.

Not realising it was Crowley, Y/N had scuttled away, backed into the corner, trembling. Crowley was confused, that was for sure, but more than anything he was concerned for his friend.

"Y/N? Y/N what's wrong?" He had asked softly, sitting in front of her. Y/N had looked up with bloodshot eyes, peeking out from behind her black and white wings, and she had flinched slightly. "What happened?" He repeated, removing his glasses. Y/N had shook her head, and Crowley had frowned.

"There were some demons." Y/N had whispered, so quietly that Crowley could barely hear her. She didn't say any more than that. She had then slowly shuffled forwards, towards Crowley, and wrapped her arms and wings around him, burying her face in Crowley's shoulder, and that's where they stayed for a while.

They went back to their usual antics after that.

Aziraphale was relieved that they were back to normal, but now he was dealing with them dancing around their feelings again, and there was only so much dancing he could take, and he loved dancing...and food.

But now Aziraphale was just about done with them both. He was going to take things into his own hands, and began planning his master plan. There was no way it wouldn't work, right?

So, the next day, he led them both into the back room, and then locked them in there together. He had pinned a note on the door, the side that they'd be able to see, and Crowley ripped it off, reading it, and Y/N witnessed a rather amusing event. Crowley went red, and then sighed, and read it out.

"Hello Crowley and Y/N, this is Aziraphale, and I'm not sorry for locking you both in here. You two need to talk about stuff, and when I think you're done I'll let you out." Crowley read, grumbling, and Y/N chuckled.

"We can sneak out, you know." She stated, and after saying that, she shrunk herself, and wandered out, under the door. Crowley followed.

They snuck out, to the Bentley, and they both got in after returning to their natural sizes.

Aziraphale was state in the back, much to their surprise.

"I knew you'd try to sneak out, you know." He stated, smiling brightly. "This was my plan all along! Now I can talk to you both." He grinned. "You two are the most oblivious people ever, and I have therefore decided that I must do this myself."

Crowley realised what was happening, and hissed. "Aziraphale, don't you dare!" He growled, although there was no real threat. Y/N looked on, merely confused.

"Crowley, do it, otherwise I will." Aziraphale sighed. Crowley turned to face Y/N, and made a strangled noise, one of objection. "You can do it!" Aziraphale encouraged.

"No I can't! I've had...since the Ark to do it! If I could, I would have done it by now, Angel." Crowley managed to say.

"It's okay to be scared, Crowley." Aziraphale said, rather softly. Crowley hissed, almost angrily.

"I'm not scared! I'm just...just..." Crowley's shoulders fell. "I'm not scared. I just don't want to lose anyone."

"Hey, can someone tell me what's going on?" Y/N huffed, folding her arms, mildly annoyed, but confused, and overly curious, as usual. Crowley and Aziraphale looked at her. Aziraphale then looked at Crowley, who shrugged, then sighed.

"Don't...worry. Uh, it's not that important." Crowley smiled. Y/N sighed, knowing he had lied. "Okay, okay, Aziraphale get out, just for a minute." Crowley looked at Aziraphale, who smiled at him, before getting out of the Bentley.

"Y/N, I know it's stupid but there's something I really need to say to you." Crowley started, and his eyebrows fell as he tried to think of what to say. "I know I'm a Demon, and you're an Angel, kinda, and were supposed to be enemies, but there's nothing I could do. I tried to fight it because I didn't want to be like a human." He bit his lip, then removed his glasses, and his golden eyes stared into Y/N's. "I...I uh, how do I say this?" He mumbled. "I...like you? I really like you?" He blurted out, sounding slightly confused. Y/N smiled.

"I mean, it'd be problematic if you didn't." She chuckled, not realising what Crowley mean. The Demon groaned, mildly annoyed by her obliviousness.

"No! That's not what I meant! I meant that I really really like you and how on Earth do I say this? Okay...I don't like you as a friend, I like you as...more?"

Y/N realised what he mean, and her eyes widened, and she suddenly disappeared, leaving Crowley by himself.

Y/N had actually teleported herself inside the bookshop, and she had sat down, near Aziraphale. Aziraphale took notice of her shocked expression, and sat next to her.

Crowley stayed inside his car, groaning loudly, instantly assuming that the worst had happened and that she didn't like him back. That she didn't love him. Crowley growled at the thought. Love. What a useless thing.

"Y/N, my dear, what ever is wrong?" Aziraphale asked, confused. Y/N laughed softly, but as she laughed, she seemed to slowly descend into madness.

"He said he liked me as more as a friend, Zira. More than a friend! What does that even mean?" Y/N snorted, and Aziraphale sighed, glancing outside. Crowley was still sat in his Bentley, but now he was listening to Queen...probably.

"Y/N, it means he wants to...date you, I believe that is the correct modern term." Aziraphale hummed quietly. "It means he loves you. Y/N, I know you love him too. Everyone in Heaven and Hell might as well know, you two are so obvious! You've been dancing around each other for hundreds of years and I am just about done with it! Now go and talk to Crowley before he drives off and goes and does something stupid. Go." Aziraphale explained, and Y/N nodded, and ran back outside, clambering into the car.

"Crowley, let's go home, please." Y/N said, and Crowley raised an eyebrow, but drove anyway. "I don't want to cause a scene in the middle of a street. I have no idea what's going to happen next, Crow, but I'm hoping it's good." Y/N added, and Crowley raised an eyebrow, looking at her.

"Explain." He mumbled, mildly confused.

"Okay, okay...just...get inside first." Y/N said, rushing inside, to Crowley's flat. Crowley simply teleported, and sat on his throne as he waited for Y/N. Y/N ran in, and Crowley smirked slightly. "Okay, Aziraphale had to explain what you meant but I know now and I like you more than a friend too, or as Aziraphale said, love you and I guess he's not wrong." Y/N blurted, and Crowley suddenly coughed, standing up and walking to her. "And you're a really...cool demon too, so, I guess that's a bonus. You're pretty nice-" Y/N continued, and Crowley snarled, automatically darting forwards, and he (though gentler than usual) pushed Y/N against the wall.

"I'm not nice!" He snapped, and Y/N blinked. "I'm...not...nice!" Crowley repeated, through gritted teeth, and then he suddenly felt a gentle hand cup his cheek.

"Huh, Zira wasn't lying when he said you didn't like being called nice." Y/N mumbled, and Crowley didn't miss her eyes quickly flitting from his lips to his eyes. Or glasses, rather. He smirked, and edged slightly closer.

"You knew exactly what you were doing, damn. Little Miss Innocent isn't as pure as she seems." He remarked sarcastically.

"Well, obviously, I was cast out of heaven for a reason." Y/N stated, rather dryly. Crowley snorted, and Y/N smiled, and down her eyes went again, and back up, and Crowley hummed softly. "Are you just gonna stand there then?" Y/N asked, starting to shift slightly so she could get away. Not that she really wanted too, but it worked, because Crowley rolled his eyes, before pressing his lips to hers.

It was everything that Y/N had wished for and more. His lips were soft and gentle against hers, and might have well been puzzle pieces, slotting perfectly against hers. She realised that she could faintly taste wine, ands she smiled into the kiss, hands coming up to wrap around his shoulders, holding him as close as possible. Crowley's glasses were hard against her features, but she didn't mind because, finally, after thousands of years she was getting what she wanted. Crowley pulled away, quickly removing his glasses.

"How long?" He asked quietly, and Y/N smiled, lips still brushing against each other.

"Since Rome." She admitted, and Crowley hummed softly. "What about you, Crow?"

"Since the Ark." He mumbled, and Y/N smiled more, before seeking out his lips again.

Crowley gently held her hips, absentmindedly rubbing circles into her skin with his thumbs. "I love you too." He whispered, and Y/N nodded slightly, playing with the ends of Crowley's red hair. She connected their lips again, a little more force, a bit more want, and lot more need and Crowley knew where this was leading but he didn't mind. Besides, he was a demon, he was supposed to sin.

So he went along with it, revelling in the moment, and he unintentionally let Y/N take the lead. But only for now, he thought to himself. But he was still a Demon, and still decided to tease Y/N a little, his hands sometimes moving a little lower than they should've.

Y/N's only reaction was to huff, and gently bite his lip, which would cause Crowley to gasp, and allowed Y/N to have her way, not that Crowley minded. He certainly didn't.

He soon grew tired of just enthusiastically kissing though, and pulled away, pressing a uncharacteristically soft kiss to the corner of her mouth, and he began to trail kisses down to Y/N's neck, humming 'Somebody To Love' as he went. Y/N's grip on his shoulders tightened, and Crowley smirked, gently nipping at her skin, causing Y/N to gasp quietly.

"Crowley, you better not leave marks!" She hissed, and Crowley merely winked, before grazing his teeth across her skin again, before suddenly just nuzzling into the small crook of Y/N's neck. Y/N blinked, confused, but she smiled anyway, resting her chin on top of Crowley's head.

Then Crowley did the opposite of what Y/N had told him. He left a hickey.

Now, Y/N could pretend to be angry all she wanted, but she wasn't really, she never really could be. After all, it was Crowley. Who could be mad at Crowley? (A lot of people.)

So instead, she softly flicked him when he was done, and sighed.

"You're lucky I love you, Crowley." She grumbled, and Crowley shrugged, and pecked Y/N's lips, smiling. He then began working on the buttons of Y/N's shirt, and, well.

The rest is history.

Tags: @dekahg , @steampowerednightvaler

#crowley x reader #crawley #crowley #good omens x reader #good omens #aziraphale #reader #x reader #crowley good omens #kinda smut #??#at the end #eh #but eh

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simpinforyoongi · 4 years

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Good Bad Day ~

Collegestudent! Namjoon x Collegestudent!reader ~

(i know the pic doesn't suit this oneshot but i just can't omksks)

Pairing: Collegestudent!Namjoon x collegestudent!reader

Genre: Angst, attempted humour,

Warnings: swearing

Summary: When your bully-not-bully Namjoon takes it a bit too far on a day that already had been bad, you snap. But maybe this bad day wouldn't turn out to be so bad after all.

Sucked.

If you had to describe today in one word, it would, without doubt, be this. Today had simply sucked.

It sucked harder than that one exam you had to give about which you liTerAlLY came to know on the exam day itself. It sucked harder than that time when you missed your FRIgGIN school trip which you had been waiting for for MONTHS! And it sucked harder than the day you met Kim Namjoon. Yea. And oh boy is that a big statement.

Now,

Allow me to explain part 1:

[Dum dum dum flashback time brought to you byyyyyy 🍑 & 🍦, sweeter than sweet]

In simple words, Kim Namjoon was your bully. But also not exactly??? a bully?? because he didn't really "bully" you. Because if you actually take a minute to think about it, he never physically hurt you. Not gravely at least. But he also was your bully in the sense that he made every-freakin-day a struggle (more so than it already was). His usual acts where making snide remarks when you passed by and sometimes if he was feeling extra cheery, an intentional bump here and there, most of which you dodged skillfully. But that's about it. You didn't really bother replying because who's got that kind of time OR energy?? Not your lazy freaking ass for sure. You simply ignored him all day long, everyday.

How did he become your "bully" , you ask?? Well i suggest you read away!

Now let's get onto the second part,

Allow me to explain part 2:

[Dum dum dum flashback time brought to you byyyyy 🍫 cheeks & 🍫 🦋]

Today's morning was one of the prettiest of the week. Subtle sunlight seeped through your cremé curtains and fell on your face, giving you a sunkissed look and bringing out the color of your irises. You had woken up with a dreamy smile on your lips, obviously from the delicious dream that you had had, about how you were gonna spend your up and coming vacation, traveling and touring the world, seeking out all the gems that these places had to hide. Well, maybe not all the touring and stuff but books and the bed all day are just as thrilling, aren't they? AnYWaYS, so you had pulled your torso up and stretched out your limbs to free them off the stiffness that occurs from staying in bed just a tad too long, and glanced at the alarm clock.

That's where it started to go wrong.

You jUMped out of bed almost tripping yourself on the sheets (almost because you were always good at not falling. The Tripping God's have always been on your side) when you realised that in half an hour, your classes would start.

Then, you had two options:

1)To shower and be late but at least be fully awake. (not smelling like chicken wings and cheese was just a bonus) and

2) To not shower but be on time, but alSo be drowsy and risk running into a tree and going into a lifelong coma (that actually doesn't sound that bad).

You opted for the later because the almighty Gods have gifted you with some almiGhTy weapons for the existence and survival of human kind,

Coffee and Deodorant😎

Hah! Take that life! you had thought.

But life wasn't in the mood to humor you or your fantabulous sense of humour today.

Not showering always had its quirks you know. One of them being you had to brush out your bedhead without the help of any almighty weapons from the almighty Gods. So after actually managing to get ready without killing yourself after what seemed like an eternity of hair-brushing, you finally were ready to go.

But of course, it couldn't be so easy, could it?

One quick glance at your phone told you you had about 11 minutes to get to your class. 11 minutes to cover a path that took at least 18 minutes to cover when you were walking at your usual pace, earphones tucked in cozily.

10 minutes.

You hurriedly put your phone in your bag, put on your sneakers with shaky hands and broke into a run after locking the door.

You had been running for around 10 minutes and you had actually managed to almost reach your college gates. You could see the gates from where you stood, huffing and puffing while your lungs and ribs burned in hellfire. I'd suggest working out a little you know, if you have time.

So there it was, looking like the gates to heaven and calling your name. You again started walking and eventually running, without taking any notice of your shoe laces that had come undone and — thump

Remember how I told you that Tripping God's had always been on your side?? Yea well I think I spoke a little too soon.

You lied on the hard concrete , left cheek in contact with the floor,hands and legs were spread in a random manner.

You lifted yourself up with a frown, with the help of the base of your palms but immediately retracted your hands when your felt a sudden burning sensation.

Great. Simply great.

Both your hands had bruises on them, the left side of your jaw hurt, and there was a minute throbbing in your left side that was surely not from all the running.

But you didn't have time, so you got up, tied the laces and kept running.

But of course, it wasn't enough.

You reached your class ten minutes late. The lecture had already started and the professor was showing a PowerPoint presentation. You timidly knocked, attracting everyone's attention. Again, something that you gravely hated.

Luckily, you had somewhat of a reputation with the teachers. Being somewhat of a good girl had it perks you know. So you got off without any scolding from the professor, after she had asked you why you were late and you supplied the only thing that came to mind.

Woke up late, ma'am.

You took a seat and attempted noting down, but the bruises that you got on your hand were doing their job.

After somehow making it through the first lecture, you had a small gap before your second lecture. So you decided to get a coffee from the café on campus.

After getting said coffee, you were walking down one of the halls to your next class.

All your attention was on your coffee, your warm, coffee colored coffee that was waiting to be finished, which was why you didn't notice when a human pillar bumped into you, spilling all your coffee on yourself in the process.

You jumped when the warmth seeped through the fabric of your (luckily) black T-shirt, and looked up to see who was blind enough to bump into you when there was pLENTY of space to walk.

Uh-huh.

Wrong move.

There stood the devil himself, smirking down at your soaked self.

"I knew you were dumb. Didn't know you were blind too. Klutz" and with a smirk he just left you there without giving you the time to as much as glare at him for completely ruining your T-shirt AND spilling your coffee.

Your stood there in your coffee soaked clothes and teary eyes. But you blinked them away. You won't cry. It's just a bad day. It's just a bad day.

The atrocities didn't stop there. Throughout the day, many joyous things happened.

While going to your third lecture, you missed a step and landed right on your knees, on the sharp edge of another step. And that freaking hurt, believe me.

Then, you managed to trip again, on a freaking pebble, and landed on your palms again, on the freaking gravel. Needless to say, your bruises were increasing with every step you took. The Tripping God's really weren't in a good mood today.

Because of that, you were also late to your fourth lecture, one of the classes that you actually really loved.

One of the classes that had Kim Namjoon in them.

You couldn't concentrate on what the professor was saying because of the constant bickering of Namjoon who sat on the next row. Not being able to tolerate his shit today, you decided to just lay your head down and hopefully get some shut-eye. The professor surely won't notice you in a room full of people, right?

Wrong.

Absofuckinlutely wrong.

You woke up not five minutes later to the tapping of a pen against your desk.

You jumped when you saw the oh so familiar face of your English Lit professor peering down at you.

"Something wrong? Ms. Y/l/n?" He said, pretty seriously, contradicting the usual light hearted mood that the 50 year old was in. Maybe he had a bad day too.

"No sir. I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

"Glad to know." and with that, he walked away. As he did, you noticed a snickering Namjoon, and the possibility of him telling the professor about you occurred to you. But you really just didn't have the energy to speak up about it.

Your fifth and last lecture for the day had finally ended, resulting in you being in a slightly better mood than before.

You were packing your things up. The day had sucked. Everything that happened today was bad. And the fact that you would be getting your results the following week was making you even more stressed. You didn't do your best on the last set of exams, and you were low-key freaking out, but still out of energy to react too much.

With the throbbing ever present in your left side, and the bruises still on your knees and palms still burning, you made your way to the exit of the room.

But life really just couldn't stop itself from kicking you in the guts one last time.

"Hey there, klutz." Standing near the door was your arch nemesis, to put it dramatically, Kim Namjoon, with his group of six friends. Now the weird thing about them was, that they seemed to be cool people. And your first impression of Kim Namjoon was that he was a good, studious and kind boy. You even admired him for his hard work and philosophical essays that your English professor always read out to the class when he scored full marks. But what you didn't expect him to be was a bitchy, annoying and stuck up piece of shit who bullied others(or tried to) without any reason.

"Not today, Kim." You were in no mood today, the day had already been bad enough and you didn't need another one of his snide remarks today.

"Why y/n?? Too tired from sleeping in class??" He commented, as your tried to walk past him, but he followed.

"Hey! Don't ignore me, I'm hurt!!" He said in a mocking tone.

You kept walking, not paying mind to his ramblings, but it was getting harder by the minute.

"I really wonder why our English prof let you off without any punishment when you were sleeping you know. He doesn't usually go that easy on sleeping students. Makes me wonder what you were doing last night."

You stopped dead in your tracks and slowly turned around with a menacing glare. There were still students around and they had heard him, and they stopped all their antics to watch the scene unfold.

Your mind was already heavy from an the shit that happened today, and you were already on the verge of breaking down because of all the pressure that you were under, and this last comment really just hit. You eyes started becoming blurry from the accusation that was just thrown at you, and all these things led to where you are now,in front of Kim Namjoon with blurry eyes, unable to comprehend everything that was happening.

Before you could actually change your mind and walk away, you took a step ahead and spoke with more remorse than anything else.

"WHAT did you just say??" Your voice was laced with venom and this caused him to take a step back. Everyone was watching, but you couldn't care less. This has to stop.

"What did you just say??" You repeated your question. "WHAT did I ever do to you Kim Namjoon?? WHY do you hate me so much?? WHY are you so dead set on making my already difficult life even more difficult?? WHY do you do this?? I already have dealt with enough shit from you! What the fu-k do you think you're doing? Who the fu-k do you think you are and why the fu-k are you always bothering me??" Your eyes were still blurry, but as a single tear flowed down your cheek, the venom in your voice dissipated and all that was left was hurt.

"What did I ever do to you?? Why do you hate me?? Just because I got one fucking mark more than you in one fucking subject?? Because Mr.Song decided that it wouldn't hurt to appreciate my English essays?? Because your ego was hurt that someone other than you was also appreciated by a teacher?? WHAT WAS my fault?? You have made my life goddamned hard and I didn't even do anything to you!" By now both your cheeks were wet from tears streaking down your face and your eyes were red and puffy,the same eyes that shone brightly whenever your answers were correct, or whenever someone says something funny(not that Namjoon noticed or anything). As you kept taking, his eyes travelled to your left cheek, then jaw and he noticed the bruises that were on display. He also remembered how you were not writing anything in class today. Everyone, including Namjoon was utterly dumbfounded by your sudden outburst.

Is she hurt?

"..didn't even get enough time to get my shit together before your started ruining everything for me! I genuinely thought that you were a good, hard working student and i admired you for that!! But THANK YOU for shattering this illusion! THANK YOU for letting be know what a shitty stuck up brat you are! I told you to leave me alone but NO! First you spilled my coffee on me, and now you're accusing me of filthy actions. Do I look like A JOKE TO YOU?? Do I LOOK LIKE SOMEONE YOU CAN JUST PUSH OVER? I try my best to shrug off everything you say but everyone has a limit Namjoon. I know I'm not smart like you, I'm don't ace every test, I'm not the teachers favorite student, I can't do everything right, I always try my best but sometimes it's not enough, and I don't always look my best, i KNOW i look like shit sometimes and I fucking. Know. that I'm not perfect but you don't have to remind me everytime! " Your lips quivered as you spoke your heart. You took a deep breath, your eyes seemed to be overflowing today and you couldn't stop your feelings from flowing out too, while he stood there, eyes wide.

"I hate you Kim Namjoon. I fucking hate you! And I don't want to see your disgusting face ever again!" You hissed, and then speed walked away, leaving a very shocked group of people and a very regretful Namjoon.

The following week, you were happy to almost get rid of his presence. Almost

Because the lingering stares that he threw your way were not going unnoticed.

You thought the students were going to start acting weird after your little outburst the other day but luckily, everyone seemed to have forgotten about it. Or they just didn't care enough which is absolutely fine!!

But the constant feeling of being stared at was there.

Throughout the week, you had completely avoided Namjoon. Like sitting as far as possible in the classes you shared, leaving as soon as you caught his sight, and once even crossing the road to get away from him. And somehow you had made it to the end of the week. It was Friday again. And once you got through with the day, you wouldn't have to see his face for another 2 months.

You couldn't wait.

But again, like Deja Vu, as you collected all your belongings and walked towards the exit of the room, you saw him and his gang standing looking right at you.

He had tried to approach you earlier today. About 3 times actually, but you had deftly avoided any type of conversation. You just didn't want anything to do with him.

You searched for ways to escape but the only exit was the door where they were standing.

You took a deep breath and kept walking.

"Y/n please just talk to me once. I'm really sorry about everything please just give me a chance y/n I'll just take five minutes of your time, please. I request you."

You kept walking, even more swiftly than you were before.

"Please just give me a chance, y/n please." He followed you and just as you were about to exit, one of his friends blocked the door, and your only way of escaping. You had seen him around. Not just because he hung around Namjoon, but because he was a junior and quite famous too. You could see why girls swooned over his group of friends. Each and every guy, including the bunny looking boy blocking the door, was gorgeous af.

"Please y/n noona, just let him speak to you. He hasn't been eating or sleeping well these days." The bunny boy exclaimed, and for a moment your heart softened for like a teeny weeny second, but you didn't acknowledge his request.

"Please move." You said in a stern voice. But he didn't of course.

"Look, we know what happened last time he talked to you. But he really had been moping around all fu-king week over this and honestly it's starting to become bothersome. Of what I've seen and heard of you, you seem to be a logical person. Don't you think it'd be easier and faster if you just heard whatever he has to say and then went about your way?" The one who had a constant poker face, not to sure but you had heard people call him Yoongi, said. You contemplated for a moment, and deciding that it's better to get this over with, you turned around to face Namjoon. After all, you were a pretty logical person (😎)

"What?"

As you asked the question, Namjoon was ready to spill everything, every thought he had over the past week, every feeling, every apology. But for some reason, nothing came out of his mouth. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, unable to form sentences.

You tried raising an eyebrow, but couldn't since you couldn't master the art of raising single eyebrows, then looked back at his friends who seemed just as confused as you.

"Are your going to say anything or should I just leave?"

At that he started talking.

"I'm really sorry for everything that i did.." his eyes were cast downwards, "I've been a jerk and I honestly don't know why I did that..i had no reason to and I'm really sorry from the depths of my heart I...I just.." he couldn't comprehend what to say to explain how bad he felt.

"Ok. Fine. Its fine. Apology accepted." And with that, you moved across bunny boy and walked away. This time, nobody stopped you but Namjoon wasn't satisfied as he stared at your retreating form.

"But why would she forgive me that easily?? Urghhh" Namjoon was about to pull all his hair out in frustration. You were weird, he knew, but like...what the chocolate brownie fudge?? Nobody just walks off like that after being bothered for so long.

"Yah why are you beating yourself up over this?? Maybe she didn't want to waste any more time over you. Stop overthinking it." Jin exclaimed, already fed up of Namjoons continuous stomping.

"But hyung why wo-"

"Or maybe she likes you. Maybe that's why she forgave you so easily. Maybe she had been crushing on you and that's why she was hurt. mAYBE she's in love with you.Is that what you want to hear, Namjoon??" Yoongi said nonchalantly and Namjoon's face flared up as everyone looked at him.

"W-WHAT ARE YOU SAYING HYUNG.. s-she doesn't like me and i don't like her... Its just.."

"YAH JUST OFFER HER A COFFEE YOU IDIOT" Jin yelled, rather exasperatedly, because man was Namjoon being a pill right then!

He pondered over the suggestion for a moment. He did spill your coffee on you. And you seem to like coffee quite a bit. Maybe that wasn't such a bad idea for an apology. Well, second apology.

So there he was, standing in front of the bookstore that you worked at, still debating whether he should just go in or go home. His friends were standing a bit behind him, still more than annoyed that he dragged all of them over here. As he was wrecking his mind on the pros and cons, the doors opened and you came out with your earphones in your ears and a small smile on your lips.

As soon as you locked eyes, your smile disappeared. But you didn't say anything. Rather, you walked right by him. This was like the last time all over.

"Y/n w-wait.. could we talk for a minute??" You weren't planning on stopping but his voice sounded so small and fragile that you couldn't force your feet to move. His face seemed thinner and drained of energy.

It surely wouldn't hurt to hear him out last time. Yes. Last time

You stopped and he continued.

"I-I um... Do you.. do you want to out for coffee with me?? I i.. I mean like..umm..as an apology.. Can i offer you a coffee as an apology?? If you don't mind?? I just.. I've been feeling really guilty these days and the fact that you forgave me even though i treated you so badly had been eating away and i just can't seem to-"

"No" was all you said. Is this man serious?? First he treats you like you're a piece of trash and then he's apologising and asking you out?? I mean.. the he-k?? Is he kidding?

"But y/n please let me treat your to a coffee I'm really really sorry....."

As you started to walk away, again, he couldn't help but sigh and look down again. Of course you said no. Who would even accept a coffee as an apology?? He should've just not showed his face ever ag-

"Y/n noona there's this fair that is in town. We're gonna go there tomorrow. Do you wanna come??" Jimin said suddenly before you could completely disappear out of sight. He just couldn't bear seeing Namjoon looking like a kicked puppy any longer.

"Wh-"

"BEFORE you say no," he continued, "Don't you think it's better to go to the fair with all of us" he pointed at himself and his five other friends with a twinkle in his eyes, "than going to a voting coffee shop with Namjoonie hyung and listening to his boring philosophical lectures?? Huh? Huh?? That way, hyung would be guilt free too and you can have some fun too! Besides we never did anything to you noona! Let's be friends?? Please??"

Ok boy you gotta admit these guys have some serious convincing skills. Besides, the boy had a point. Even though they never said anything to Namjoon when he made comments on you, but they might have says something when you weren't around..? And even though limited, the interactions that you had with the boys were sweet.

You weren't quite sure why, maybe it was Jimin's sugary sweet smile that was compelling you to say yes, or maybe it was something else. Something you couldn't quite figure out.

But after thinking for sometime and seeing Namjoon's hopeful expression, you said yes.

Maybe it wouldn't hurt to make some new friends. Maybe this bad day won't turn out so bad after all.

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