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gracewritesfics · 5 months

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LET ME LOVE YOU~ gracewritesfics

A Park Jimin fanfiction (available on Wattpad~ gracewritesfics)

Genre~ college romance, soft, fluff.

Chapter 1 (word count -1113)

Third person POV;

The rust coloured leaves fell slowly and lulled on the ground. but the laziest of the mornings felt like a hustle bustle at the uni.

People sat or stood in groups and chatted, laughed and gossiped. A black Porsche drove into the campus and everyone's eyes turned to it.

As it pulled over the parking space everyone continued with their chatters but only this time it was about a certain someone, who, the next moment got out of the car and locked the door behind.

He walked across the campus, in his Levi's, a garden medley shade of sweater and gucci shoes with a little heel. five eight plus some inches of pure beauty.

Most men were handsome but Park Jimin was beautiful, carved by Aphrodite herself. He was one of the finest guy on the campus, so most girls started acting up as they saw him.

"Oh, damn sorry, I wasn't looking," a girl apologized after she had intentionally bumped into him, walking like she was several shots down.

"It's okay," Jimin replied with a curve on his lips, a smile that could make someone melt like a burning wax candle. Despite being the popular, rich guy, he was the sweetest.

"Heyo!" he gave a hi five to his best friend, Jungkook as he sat opposite to him. "sup bro?" Jungkook asked.

"All good, where's Jen?" questioned Jimin. "She went to the cafeteria to get some coffee," Jungkook told. "Oh, classic Jen, she can't do morning lectures without a coffee" Jimin chuckled.

Jungkook, Jimin and Jennie were a trio. They were best friends since middle school. The J cube or the three musketeers. They've been friends for a long time.

All the girls in college thought that one of the guys were probably dating Jennie but that was pure bullshit because they were just platonic friends.

"Guys it's nine five, class starts in ten minutes," Jennie reminded them as she came back with her coffee. "Yeah let's go!" It took a while to reach the classroom upstairs from the ground.

They walked together talking about stuff. They always made plans together, to go to cafes, or lunch, or travel. Jennie loved to keep up with the gossip so she always filled in.

It had only been a week in uni, so they did not know much people there and they sticked together most of the time. Also, they were kinda opposite of each other;

Jimin was way too friendly and sweet, most girls mistook his kindness and thought that he liked them. He was a flirt though, he could swoon anyone over his smile and words, but he could never break a heart.

Jennie was crazy. She was a heartbreaker, not literally though. But she was full of life, she recklessly dated guys, made mistakes, saying that these are the years to have the most fun. Well, right now, she was single, cause she broke up with her old boyfriend from high school.

Jungkook did not date, anymore. He once dated a girl in junior high school, she broke his heart. He was exhausted, because when he loved, he loved unconditionally, passionately and madly and no one deserved that. Especially not the girls who threw themselves on him just cause he was popular and hot. So he was not into dating as of now.

Walking up the stairs, Jennie was ahead of them both and she had to turn again and again to talk. She walked ahead with her face turned backwards when she bumped into someone and almost tripped but he caught her hand. All the books and pages, files, scattered on the stairs.

"Are you okay?" He asked. "u-uh yeah I'm fine," she replied, her eyes not moving away from his. "I'm sorry," he said and bent down to pick up all the scattered stuff. "Aniyo, it was my fault, I wasn't watching." "It's cool." he smiled.

Jungkook and Jimin looked at each other and smirked. Something cooked here and they knew already.

When both were done picking up their stuff Jennie held out a hand and greeted, "I'm Jennie btw, and you?"

"I'm Taehyung, nice to meet you!" they both shook their hands.

"I thought we had a class" Jungkook interrupted. "oh..oh, yeah, will see you around then!" she told Taehyung and they went separate ways.

"Will see you around then...hmm" jungkook imitated her in a comic way to tease her.. She just showed a middle finger.

"We must tell the poor boy to stay beware, right Jimin?!" Jungkook teased. "Yeah we should," Jimin laughed. "seriously Jimmy? You too?" Jennie gave an eye roll.

With their banter they got into the class. The seats were full by the time they reached, after a little quarrel, Jungkook and Jennie sat together in the last rows, and Jimin sat next to a girl who was sitting alone in a corner seat in the last looking out of the window. Even when he sat there, she didn't notice.

Jimin was quiet, he did not want to take her out of the world she was lost in and disturb her.

The professor entered the class and began teaching. She watched him for a while and acted like she was taking notes like everyone else in the class but she was rather sketching.

Jimin looked at it for a while trying to figure it out. She drew a girl in the woods, with flowers adorned in her hair, it was a work of art during a business class.

Jimin couldn't help but smile and chuckle a bit, which she noticed and turned the page to hide the sketch but what for? 'Cause he already saw it.

When the professor was gone, he turned his face to her slightly. "Can i borrow your notes?" He asked.

"Huh?" She raised her eyebrows. obviously she knew he was teasing cause she made no notes, she was just drawing.

"They were very informative." He smiled.

"Are you making fun of me?" she asked, hesitantly.

"Nope, not at all. I think it was a work of art," he emphasized the last three words.

"You're kidding me." she said.

"No, really, you're good at it, it's a compliment!"

"Thanks, I'll take it." She replied.

"I'm Jimin, by the way, Park Jimin."

"I'm Grace Song."

"That's a beautiful name!" He smiled.

"Thank you, Jimin."

"Hey, man, let's go to the cafeteria, I'm hungry!" Jungkook called Jimin from the other seat.

"Yeah, and I need more coffee!" Jennie said.

Jimin got up and went with them and had no chance of taking a look back at Grace, and got busy in her conversations with his friends.

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kiwibirbs-library · 3 years

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Not What You Expected

a/n: hi hi so i had this idea after seeing a bunch of things on how everyone thinks kags is super scary but he really is a cinnamon roll and about how hes only really seen like because of middle school. So imma play off that. im thinking about making this a type of series but idk on who other than like three charcters soooo

btw this is kags second year so the third years arent there there to much. Im also going to warn you right now this is INCREADABLY LONG as crap and the stories are uneven i got carried away

word count: 3460 words

warnings: fluff of the century, not read through

pairing: Kageyama Tobio x fem!reader

summary: Tobio Kageyama looks like the type to be mean at any time of day to anyone. Of course of the past couple of years you’ve learned different. Over plenty of moments you’ve seen that reputation get proven wrong.

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not my art

The Day You Met

Tobio Kageyama.

The name is known around Karasuno now that he’s a second year. Normally that’s a good thing. But his name was known for being a guys the was mean and snappy. A name known for a guy with no friends and no sociability.

You had never met the guy. Never even seen him in all honestly. You had transfered from Fukurodani half way through this year so it wasn’t to surprising. Still you would think you would at least see him at some point. I mean he even came to the school while you were there. Bokuto had told you about him enough times to know that much.

So when one of your friends invited you to a practice game they were having,, you took the chance to finally see the dude. And dang when you saw him, you SAW him.

There, in the middle of a game that tired YOU out by watching, was this guy running around and jumping like crazy. Everyone was so focused on him and how he was moving. Your eyes how ever were focused on the tall boy with black hair near the net. He seemed so focused on everything. The players, the ball, the net, everything. It was crazy to watch him. He seemed so serious at first but then when he would score a point with a serve his eyes seemed to sparkle. He didn’t smile to much or anything but his eyes just screamed excitement.

When he set the ball for set point and it landed the whole team yelled in excitement. The tall boy whipped around to his team. Before his eyes could lower from the stands they locked on yours. You both just stared at each other for a second before he went back to teams celebration. Your friend pulled at your arm so she could go talk to the friend that told her of the game.

She hooked her arm with yours and started down the stairs toward the gym doors. Who was the friend again? Ya- something? You two waited in the hall when a small girl came through the doors. She gave your friend a small smile, walking over to talk to her.

“Y/N this is Yachi! She’s the teams manager, Yachi this is Y/N,” she introduced you two. She smiled, saying hi. You three talked until she needed to go back to the coachs. Thats when you saw him again. He was walking with the small speed demon from earlier. He seemed like he was snapping at him but the small kid wasn’t phased by it. He turned forward where you were standing, locking eyes with you again. You didn’t miss the light pink that hit his cheeks. None the less, he ignored you as they passed by.

Tobio Kageyama, interesting.

Your friend waved goodbye to you as she got into her mom’s car. As they drove away you grabbed your jacket from your bag. When you looked back up you could see Kageyama at a vending machine in the corner. He leaned down, grabbing a carton and stabbing a straw into it. You watched him as his eyes sparkled again when he grabbed it. You laughed a little as you watched him. Here he was getting so excited over a carton of milk.

You watched him as he left. He was going in the same direction as you. As you followed behind him the sun began to set. There was a quiet meow from a bush up ahead. Your eyes wandered to the noise. When you reached the maker you found a small black kitten. As you stepped closer you found someone else there too.

Squatting behind the bush, holding a finger out trying to get the small cat to notice him, was Kageyama. He looked frustrated that the cat wasn’t paying him any mind. The kitten turned its head away towards you. It immediately started to you after it saw you. Kageyama followed the animal with his eyes until he saw you. You were sitting on your heels, scratching behind the kitten’s ear. He watched the exchange for a second before standing up to leave. When you looked up it was a lot darker and he was slowly leaving your sight. The wind started picking up and there was wierd rustling coming the trees. All of it was slowly starting creep you out. Looking in front you caught sight of the tall boy again and before you thought about it you were running up to him.

To say he was shocked when his sleeve got pulled was an understatement. He jumped comically high into the air. He looked down at you with fear before relaxing a little. He was tense and looked a bit confused.

“um can I help you?” he was leaning away from you but you still had his sleeve in hand.

“oh I’m sorry. It just got kind of dark and I was hoping I could stick closer to you? Sorry I just wanted to not have something happen,” you said letting go of his sleeve. He looked throughly confused still but (ahem he does have a sister after all) he nodded.

“ya that fine,” you smiled at him and he blushed slightly. As he walked you followed close behind. Then he turned to you. “are you going to stay back there?” he looked over his shoulder to you. It took you back but you took the offer. Jogging up besides him and thanking him a comfortable silence drifted over the two of you. You would have thought you would be scared or intimidated but no, it felt really nice to walk next to him. You turned to him.

“by the way, I’m Y/N L/N. Nice to meet you.”

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When You Met The Team

You were with Kageyama at the vending machine before he had to go to practice. He pressed the button, handing you your own drink before grabbing his own. You leaned on the wall as you two talked.

It had been a couple months since that walk home, and you had made an effort to say hi every now and then. You didn’t really know why but it was nice talking to him then. And now you were comfortable enough to meet up everyday before his practice. It was always a peaceful interaction and he was always so quiet and calm.

Of course when a little ball of energy came into the picture that changed fast. He came running around the corner and barreled towards Kageyama, not seeing you yet scince you were hidden by the vending machine.

“KAGEYAMAAAA!” Kageyama flinched turning to the smaller kid. “Come set for me before practice starts!” he hopped up and down.

“ya ok I’ll be there in a second,” Kageyama turned back to you. “sorry I’ll talk to you tomorrow Y/N.” You smiled and nodded to him.

“ok have fun with your practice.”

Hinata froze. That was a girls voice. A girls voice that was talking to Kageyama. He poked his head around the vending machine. When he saw you and confirmed that it was a girl he whipped around to look at him.

“YOU KNOW A GIRL?!” he yelled out. You flinched back while Kageyama jumped back.

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN?! YES I KNOW A GIRL HINATA YOU DUMBASS!” he yelled back. As they yelling back and forth, you slipped out from behind Hinata.

“um Tobio I’m gunna head out,” you patted his shoulder before giving Hinata a small smile before walking off. They both quieted down, watching you go to the road look around then walk down the sidewalk. As you disappeared the two boys turned to each other before Hinata smirked. He bolted down in your direction, Kageyama chasing after him. He raced in front of you, sliding to a stop.

“Hi! I’m Shoyo Hinata! What’s your name? Do you know Kageyama well, you called him by his first name too,” he smiled widely at you. You however had been incredible surprised by his sudden show that you were stumbling backward. Kageyama was the one to stop you from fully falling over.

“I- uhh hi? I’m Y/N L/N, um yes I do know him,” you stuttered. Kageyama, who was still holding onto your arm, glared at Hinata.

“HINATA DON”T DO THAT YOU IDIOT SHE ALMOST FELL!” he yelled. Your eyes widened. You really hadn’t heard him yell other than that first practice game you watched. He stiffened with his tone, remembering you were still listening.

“SHUT UP! Oooo wait did I embarrass you or something?” he snickered “No way, did you actually get a girlfriend?!” he looked shocked.

“SHE IS NOT MY GIRLFRIEND YOU IDIOT!” you looked up to see his beet red face an you laughed. They both turned to you with a confused look.

“is there something wrong Y/N?” Kageyama asked you.l

“no no I- I’m sorry. It’s just I’ve never seen you like this, you’re normally calmer than this,” you laughed. Hinata snorted

“Pfft I don’t think I have ever heard anyone call him calm,” Kageyama seemed to almost growl at him. You and Hinata continued to laugh however. Thats when Kageyama’s worse nightmare happened. “OH Y/N you should come to todays practice!” he bounced on his heels. You smiled widely and nodded, both of you turning to face Kageyama. “isn’t that exciting Kageyama!” Hinata poked.

Kageyama glared at him mumbling something.

“Tobio? You good?” Hinata smirked at the sound of his name. Kageyama blushed slightly, continuing to glare at Hinata.

“no whatever come on were going to be late,” he turned on his heel and started back to the gym, Hinata and you skipped after him. Hinata went on about the other kids on the team. He was in the middle of saying something about a tall guy with glasses when there was a yell.

A guy with a shaved head was standing in the door way, hands on his hips and a wide, kinda scary smile, on his face. A small guy slid into the space behind him, a bleached section of his hair swinging with the momentum.

“well you two are never late wh- oh...” the guy with the buzz cut stopped when you came out from behind Kageyama.

“helloo pretty girl I have never seen before! Whats your name?” the short one asked with a smile. You just smiled and introduced yourself. Hinata bounced into the gym, telling them about how he invited you to watch. They followed along with the excitement, introducing themselves and throwing in some complements here and there. They whole time Kageyama was grinding his teeth and glaring. He stayed quiet though, not wanting to full on yell in front of you. He followed behind you into the gym, the other third years noticing you as well. The three came up to you and introduced themselves. The captain, Enoshita, was in the middle of telling you where you could sit when Nishinoya flew in out of nowhere almost jumped on you in the process. You weren’t paying attention to what he was saying out of surprise.

There was a faint snickering from somewhere, gaining your attention. A tall boy in glasses sat on the floor, laughing into his hand.

“honeslty, you should calm down around Kageyama’s girlfriend a little. If you don’t it looks like he’ll crack a tooth,” he said quietly. You turned to Kageyama and sure enough, he was glaring on the wall quietly, teeth grinding again. You laughed lightly at how he stiffened and yelled at the kid with glasses. Noya snickered along with him, switching his attention to poking at Kageyama.

“its not like that idi-”

“Y/N!?” Yachi came barreling up to you. You smiled, finally seeing someone you were familiar with. She gave a glance to the boys, gently pulling you away. “sorry if they were a bit overwhelming,” she laughed as you two got the stage area.

“oh don’t worry its actually really nice to watch. Not to mention I’ve never seen Tobio so, I don’t know, uncalm I guess,” you laughed. Yachi gave you a look.

“oh you’ll get used to it. He’s normally like this. I do have to admit that hes a little more intense today,” she giggled.

You ended up staying throughout the whole practice. You watched on the stage as they played against themselves, walking over at one point to help Yachi through the balls up. At one point Kageyama missed a set or two and they bounced off his head. It took about ten minutes each time for the boys to refocus from teasing him.

By the end of the practice it was dark outside. Yachi had already left, her mom calling her to get home for dinner a little earlier tonight. You waved a goodbye to the team and walked outside, sighing at how uncomfortable you were with walking alone at night.

“wait up!” you turned to the familiar voice. Kageyama jogged up beside you. “sorry I just remembered you don’t like walking home alone at night,” he rubbed the back of his neck. You smiled up at him.

“thank you Tobio,” you paused for a second. “sorry for embarrassing you in front of your team.”

“you didn’t embarrass me. It was actually nice to know you were watching,” you looked back up to him. He was turned away but you could see the red glow to his cheeks. You laughed lightly, returning to the peaceful silence you two could always hold with only one thought.

‘scary my ass’

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The Day You Started Dating

Out of all the time you spent with the young setter, this was both one of the sweetest and scariest.

You had a steady schedule now. You went through your classes, went to the vending machine to meet Tobio for lunch, more classes, and then meeting the boys for club. After meeting them all you became a somewhat unoffical manager, helping with set up, clean up, and over all practice. You were enjoying it, and when you all went to matches you were able to meet people and socialize more than you were.

You were especially excited for this coming up trip. It was a training camp with the tokyo schools and you were ecstatic to see Bokuto and the team again. As you all filed onto the bus you were practically bouncing off the walls with Hinata in tow. The newer first years watched in slight fear that you two might explode. Even though you sat with Tobio you were still basically having a race with words with Hinata. Unknown to you, however, the tall boy had been waiting for your attention the entire ride.

“Y/NNNNN!” Bokuto was speeding down the stairs in front of Shinzen.

“BO!!” you yelled back. he picked you up and spun you around in a hug, both of you laughing. The rest of Karasuno watched the interaction in semi-shock.

“you need to come visit at some point! I haven’t seen you since you transfered!” he said as he set you down.

“I know, I know I’m sorry,” you both continued talk as the rest of the team came down. Akaashi casually slide into the conversation when he met up with you both. Soon enough he was calming Bokuto down a couple knoches after detecting Tobio’s aura of death from beside the bus. The team was able to catch onto it too, snickering and poking at him.

This continued throughout the rest of the week. Between Bokuto’s constant hovering with you and the overall simpingness from E V E R Y O N E with all the girls in general, not leaving you out, Kageyama was on the edge of murder. He really wanted your attention more and more throughout the week, but you were busy half of the time. It wasn’t until the third day that he fully snapped.

Karasuno had just lost a set and were taking a breather before their next match and you were talking with the shinzen manager. Shinzens new captain came up to you and joined into the conversation. Kageyama noticed immediately, his attitude getting worse by the minute. He unconsciously moved closer to hear.

“so you’re with Karasuno right?”

“yes I am.”

“oh cool cool. So are you... seeing anyone up there?”

“umm not really,” his head whipped in your direction. You were alone with the captain now, he was slowly leaning closer to you as you backed away.

“not really? So is that a yes or no?” he asked again. It wasn’t even like he was making a big scene or being mean about it, but you were still uncomfortable. You probably looked normal but Kageyama could see it. The way your eyes were shifting between him and around the room. The way you were leaning backward and shuffling backward at the same time. The way you held his gaze when you found it. He immediately stood up and walked over to you. The captain took notice quickly and backed off a little with the glare he was getting.

Tobio grabbed you hand, throwing one last glare, then pulling you away and outside. He sat down and pulled you in between his legs. You were currently confused, flustered, and scared. Confused because what was happening. Flustered because you were now located basically in his lap with his head on your shoulder. And finally scared because the glare he just gave the other player was scarier than any other he’s ever thrown to Hinata or Tsukkishima.

“um Tobio?” you tried to turn around to look at him but he help you in place.

“I really didn’t like it,” he said quietly.

“what?” you turned your head a little.

“I really didn’t like him hitting on you. I didn’t like how I haven’t been able have your attention these past few days. I really don’t like that,” he mumbled into your shoulder. You smiled lightly. You knew you should be trying to comfort him in a way but, listening to how he was talking, you could only smile .

“Tobio can I turn around?” he stiffened slightly before letting go of your waist. You turned, sitting on your knees. “you know, if you wanted my attention, you could have just asked,” you giggled.

“harder said than done with a girl that is constantly surrounded by guys,” the start of a smile spreading on his face.

“oh please, you could steal me away at anytime and I wouldn’t complain,” you flirted. He blushed at the comment.

“so like does that count at school too?” he asked looked back up to you.

“as long as anytime means what I think it means, then yes,” you laughed again.

“and at random times of the day?”

“yes,” the laugh you had was growing.

“and at practice?”

“oh.my.GOD. Tobio just ask me out!” you laughed into his shoulder. He was bright red and had been for a while. His smile was growing despite that though.

“isn’t it cheesy if I just ask ‘will you go out with me’?” he was starting to laugh too. You both just sat there, his hands on your waist and you head on his shoulder, shaking with laughter.

Little did either of you two know you would get caught in a couple of minutes by one shocked coach Ukai after not being able to find Kageyama.

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Graduation

It wasn’t anything really special. Just everyone after buzzing with excitement about after parties and pictures. You had run out to meet your family and friends a little late. You saw everyone in a little group, the now third years on the team, their families, and a couple others. You could see Nishinoya and Tanaka jumping up and down and patting Hinata and Kageyama’s heads. You smiled as you got closer to them, knowing that they didn’t need to come. Kageyama saw you and smiled softly. You sped up slightly, running head on into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you.

There were groans from the boys, while their parents cooed and awwed. He always was like this with you though. No matter how pissed or upset he was he would always smile when you showed up. It meant a lot to you, knowing how he hated the teasing.

Thats when he did what he never does. He pushed you away slightly, then taking your chin in his hand. When he kissed you there were quiet gasps and gags from your little group.

“sorry I just needed to do that,” he mumbled against your lips. Once again you could only think one thing as you smiled back to him.

‘scary my ass’

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a/n: dang that was long ok thanks for sticking through it tell me if you would like this with more of the charcters :)

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader #kageyama #tobio kageyama #kageyama x reader #volleyball #oh my god #ok but when i wrote him asking Y/N out ahhhhh

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themonkeycabal · 3 years

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The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, Episode 1 SPOILERS

If you need to blacklist, I will be tagging all things as #tfatws and/or #tfatws spoilers

My roommate keeps calling this The Falcon and the Snowman. I'm not entirely sure it's accidental.

I was going to watch at midnight and then fell asleep. Betrayal. I will not forgive this, brain.

Bucky Barnes character development. Sam Wilson character development. Six full episodes of Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson. When we watched Civil War, did we think we'd actually be lucky enough to get a buddy idiot cop movie? Let alone six hours of it? #blessed

What are we expecting here? I have no idea, honestly. I think all the clips we've been seeing are from the first couple episodes, so they've hidden any sort of plot from us. We know Baron Zemo's around with his stupid purple ski mask and burning hatred for superheroes and probably specifically for Bucky who he tried (and honestly kind of succeeded, before then ultimately failing dramatically) to set up. And Sharon Carter will turn up at some point. OMG guys, Sharon Carter character development!

I'm just here for the buddy bickering and badassery.

SPOILERS BELOW

New World Order: Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes realize that their futures are anything but normal. *Realize*? lol

Also, it's tagged as "science fiction, action-adventure, buddy" Awww.

Aww, Sam looks sad as he gazes at The Shield.

"How's it feel?" "Like it's someone else's." "It isn't."

That's right, Sam! Listen to that voice. That's yours now, baby.

We're just going to roll right into a mission. Rescuing a Captain Vassant, whose plane fell out of contact shortly after take off, from the ridiculously named group LAF, somewhere over Tunisia. Sam's got to keep LAF from doing bad things and the US Military can't be seen doing anything blah blah blah, violation of treaties, yada yada. And Sam's all "blah blah got it". We're on the same page, Sam and me. Nobody wants to hear it, Briefing Exposition Guy.

We will have a Lt. Torres on the ground following along and offering helpful commentary as they go.

Sam is warned to be subtle as he falls backwards out of the cargo plane in very dramatic fashion and then swoops off on his brightly colored wings. lol

Sam gets to the captain's plane but the pilot is dead and a shady LAF guy is piloting. Oh no. Hey, it's Batroc. Last seen getting his ass kicked by Captain America in "CA: The Winter Soldier". He makes some jokes about their prisoner - presumably Captain Vassant. Awful cocky for a guy with a history of getting stomped on, you know.

Anyway, he's about to get his ass kicked by a Captain America again as Sam breaks into the plane. You might just be using wing shields now, Sam, but you're Captain America in my heart. Also, hey, dumb bad guys, don't open fire with an automatic weapon inside a plane or the ricochets might kill your pilot. And his body will slump forward and put the plane into a steep dive.

Batroc distracts Sam while the bad guys gather up Vassant and jump out of the plane with him. They have wingsuits, but Sam has, you know, wings. And like a jet pack. Don't hit the canyon walls, Sam!

Somehow the bad guys have waiting gunships. Did they expect to jump out of the plane over this canyon? I can only assume. Red Wing takes care of one of the helicopters. Man these guys are a pain in the ass. They wing suit into one of the many many helicopters that just happen to be right in the right spot. They're racing for the Libyan border. Then Sam shows up, they throw Vassant out the copter again — this guy is having the worst day — and glide into another chopper.

Man ANOTHER gunship? The hell? They're causing serious ecological damage to this canyon, what with all the zillionty missiles they're firing at Sam. How strapped is this thing?

LT Torres is trying to keep up, and you know, trying to get Sam to not fly into Libyan territory and cause an international incident or some such. Sam is struck by inspiration and not by a missile. But, the missiles are following Sam and Sam is following Batroc's chopper. Sam zooms through the open doors of the chopper, knocks poor Vassant out of the chopper AGAIN (but then catches him), and LAF blows up their own helicopter. Alas, Batroc escaped.

Sam saves the day and LT Torres is like super excited. Don't break your humvee, Torres.

Torres and Sam stop by a tea shop in Tunis, or somewhere. Sam's trying to fix his tech that got a little shot up and Torres buys the tea. A man comes up and thanks Sam for saving his wife. It's sweet. And then Torres gets up and wanders about a bit with his phone as he exposits about LAF. Is Torres about to become a pin cushion? Only instead of pins it'll be bullets? I'm not feeling good about his continued health. He's too cute and earnest.

Oh, he's looking for some sort of hidden, augmented reality tag on the walls. A red handprint, id'ing some group that calls themselves the Flag Smashers. Bad guys are really scraping the bottom of the evil name barrel. Anyway, they think the world was better during the blip. Nothing says better like mass failure of infrastructure and probably world wide famine. They want a unified world without borders. I have big doubts the world would be a borderless utopia during a blip-like event. Power vacuums invite trouble, seldom unity.

Anyhoo. Sam kind of agrees with me, "every time something gets better for one group, it gets worse for another".

Torres will track the 'online chatter'. But he's also heard some wacky things about Steve Rogers, conspiracy theory stuff, "they think that he's in a secret base on the moon, looking down over us". LOL. What? Is Steve a moon angel now? or Santa Claus? "You didn't like fly him to the moon?" Sam assures him that's all very much silly foolishness. Steve's in Boca working on his tan.

Sam's back in D.C. giving a talk about Steve at the Smithsonian's National Air & Space museum. "And he mastered posing stoically". Hey, I have that picture. Also, RHODEY! Hi Rhodey!

"A few months ago, billions of people reappeared after 5 years away. Sending the world into turmoil." Again. I know this was meant to come out before WandaVision, but timeline-wise this works better.

"We need new heroes. Ones suited for the times we're in. Symbols are nothing without the women and men that give them meaning." Sam holds up The Shield. "I don't know if there's been a greater symbol." Aww, he's retiring the shield. He hands it off to museum people and they put it in a display case. I think Rhodey has some thoughts about this. I suspect Rhodey maybe doesn't agree.

Sam and Rhodey wander through the Cap exhibit and Sam's talking about how when he left (or got snapped, it's not like you had a choice about that, Sam), his nephews were babies and now they're little men. Awww. Rhodey says Sam should bring them to D.C., he'll teach them how to fly, "the right way". lol.

Rhodey says it's crazy to think nobody will be carrying the shield. Sam points out they went 70 years without, so like …

Rhodey wants to know why Sam didn't take up the mantle. BTW, this is a cool exhibit, marvel peeps. Sam says it feels like it belongs to someone else … Steve. Rhodey says everything's broken. Allies are enemies, things are torn apart. People are looking for somebody to make it better. Having made his pitch, Rhodey leaves Sam to stare mournfully at the shield. I think you're afraid to pick up the shield, Sam. Afraid you won't measure up. But, you can do it. I have faith. Also, Steve was kind of a disaster in his own way. He wasn't perfect, which was the point of Steve as a hero. Pick up the shield, Sam.

A fancy hotel, chatting people in the lobby, up to a mezzanine, a group of very Russian oligarch looking dudes and their security. And lo! A metal arm punches through a wall and the Winter Soldier, looking very Winter Soldiery appears and stabs some dudes in the neck. This has a sepia, dream/nightmareness to it. Oh yeah, it's his old shiny silver arm. Totally a nightmare/very bad memory. "Hail Hydra" and he kills the head Russian guy. The poor dude who was just chatting in the lobby is caught trying to get into his door. He swears he didn't see anything, begs for his life and the Winter Soldier shoots him. Bucky wakes up, breathing heavily. Poor Bucky.

Glad he's in therapy. I'm sure goat herding in Wakanda was good and peaceful and all, but, goats will only get you so far. Also glad we've skipped the "wanted terrorist" part and gone on to traumatized hero.

I get the feeling he's not the best patient. He lies to his therapist straight off. Twice. lol. "You're a civilian now. With your history the government needs to know, you're not gonna … [therapist makes stabby motion]." lol (I love this actress by the way. She's been in everything for ages. She's great). "It's a condition of your pardon. So tell me about your most recent nightmare." "I didn't have a nightmare." She starts writing, Bucky objects and tells her she's being passive-aggressive, but he gives in.

He has a list of amends to make and three rules to follow. He crossed a name off. There's a Hydra pawn who's a senator, he helped her get into office. "After Hydra disbanded, she continued to use the power I gave her." Hmm. He tracks her car and listens in on her plotting to have a congressman killed.

* Rule number one: Can't do anything illegal.

He's hijacked the Senator's car and is remote controlling it, making it drive all out of control and freaking her out. He says he was collecting intel to give to an aide to convict her. Absolutely only did that. Not one illegal thing about that at all, no ma'am.

"Rule number two?" "Hmm. What was rule number two?" "Nobody gets hurt. It's a big one." "Then why isn't it rule number one?" Oh, Bucky, you're a jackass.

* Rule number two: Nobody gets hurt.

"I didn't hurt anybody. Promise." He totally broke a dude's hand and then punched him in the face, knocking him out. I mean, there's levels of 'hurt' I suppose.

"The whole point of making amends is to fulfill rule number three." "Of course I completed rule number three."

* Rule number three: "I am no longer the Winter Soldier. I am James 'Bucky' Barnes. And you're part of my efforts to make amends." He says to the corrupt senator he's just been terrifying. And then he walks away as a tac team pulls up. lol.

What I'm getting from this therapy session is that Bucky is a big fat fibber.

Also he's got a little black book full of names. Including, I see, H. Zemo. That's not going to go as smoothly as taking down a shady government fatcat, I think.

"So you did it all right, but it didn't help with the nightmares?" "Well, like I said, I didn't have any." Fibber.

People wanna help you Bucky and you can trust them. "I trust people," he mutters grumpily. She asks for his phone and he hands it over. Look, lady! Trust! Probably government mandated trust, but still!

"You don't have ten phone numbers on this thing." … I don't have ten phone numbers on my phone. :( "Oh, and you've been ignoring texts from Sam." Well …

"I am the only person you have called all week. That is so sad." lol. Tough love from the therapist. I'm feeling a little judged myself, though. "You're alone." ALRIGHT DON'T RUB IT IN!

"You're a hundred years old. You have no history. No family—" "Are you lashing out at me, doc? Because that's really unprofessional." I love you Bucky, but you are a disaster patient.

Bucky relents. "I'm trying. This is new for me. I didn't have a moment to deal with anything. I had a little calm in Wakanda. And other than that, I just went from one fight to another for 90 years." Get this man a goat farm!

"So now that you've stopped fighting, what do you want?" "Peace." A goat farm. "That is utter bullshit." lol "You're a terrible shrink." "I was an excellent soldier, so I saw a lot of dead bodies and I know how that can shut you down. And if you are alone, that is the quietest, most personal hell." Get some friends, Bucky. "I know you've been through a lot. But, you've got your mind back. You're being pardoned. These are good things. You're free." "To do what?"

On the streets of Brooklyn. Bucky breaks up an argument between neighbors about trashcans. Hey, Bucky has a friend! Yori Nakajima who's probably like 80+. Did you babysit him back in the day, Buck? har har. They were going to meet for lunch, but some punk named Unique was putting his trash into Mr. Nakajima's trash can and just derailed the whole day. The horror. No joke, though, people get so nutted up about that. It's weird to me. Of course, I did also have a neighbor who never put out his trash for pickup and just snuck out at night before trash day and distributed his garbage into in other people's bins. Cheapass.

"Hey man, I'm Unique. Like Monique but it's got a 'u' in there for uniqueness." Yeah, you should have let Yori smack him, Buck.

Well now Yori is just not in the mood for lunch. Bucky tries to persuade him, but one grumpy old man out grumps the other. "But Izzy. We always go to Izzy on Wednesday. What if I buy?" "Fine. But no talking." lol. BFFs!

Yori is looking at the obituaries. "Look, nobody made it past 90 this week." Bucky tsks "So young, such a shame."

Bucky kind of smiles at the girl behind the counter at the sushi joint, Yori tells him he should ask her out. Bucky makes a "are you nuts, shut up" face. That doesn't stop Yori. "He would like to take you out on a date. Maybe to bingo or a night of pinochle." You're a wild man, Yori!

She's down by it, though, and she and Yori hammer out the details while Bucky's like uh, okay, so wow, that's happening. "There's a dance to these things. You can't … you gotta warm up and I haven't danced since 1943."

Yori sees something and suddenly gets sad. His son loves red bean mochi. His son was a consultant, working abroad and he was killed. Oh. Oh Bucky, why you gotta … Yori's son was the innocent witness he killed at the hotel in his nightmare/memory. "I will never know what really happened to him." Brutal.

Delacroix, Louisana

Sam's on his way home. Wilson Family Seafood. Aww. His nephews are helping mom with the catch. "Blue for the snapper, orange for the white fish," Sam calls out. The boys run over to him. They do look like fine gentlemen. It's weird, Sam, I get it. I recently realized my oldest nephew will be 13 in May and it's like "no, he's only in kindergarten, what are you talking about?"

His sister greets him then tells him he's looking all sneaky. Sam deflects. Their boat has seen better days. The Paul & Darlene. Aww. Is that his parents names? "Baby being held together by duct tape and prayers." Just needs to float long enough for his sister to sell it. But Sam's all, uh I thought we were going to *discuss* that. Uh oh, family drama. "We did, and then you were off fighting Dr Space Cape or whatever (lol), while I was holding it together for five long years." Ouch.

Sam is not down by this selling the boat thing. His sister doesn't seem to think they're in a position to hold on to it. Also, she'd really like to not hash this out on the pier with like twenty other people around, Sam.

They get into more of an argument on the boat. The family biz is not doing well financially. Sarah won't let Sam help for some reason, and he makes some comment about the house and loans and she punches him in the chest. lol "I forgot how hard you hit."

Sam insists they can turn it around, consolidate loans. And she's all, been there done that, I've come to terms with this. He's a persistent little jerk. This is such a perfectly sibling argument. Notably he has moved himself out of punching range.

Aww, she wants to believe he can save the boat, but she has DOUBTS.

Back in Brooklyn. Bucky attempts his date. He turns up at the end of the sushi girl's shift and gives her flowers. "Well, if that's not the most adorably old-fashioned thing anyone's ever done."

They chat while she tidies. He tried online dating oh lol. It didn't take. She tells him "You sound like my dad. Wait how old are you?" "Hundred and six." Oh yeah, what a funny joke. Next she wants to know why he's wearing gloves. "I have … um … poor circulation." He grimaces at himself and glances out the window. Smooth as silk, Bucky. Smoooooth.

"Let's play a game." Now, I'm thinking like some weird dating word/get-to-know-each-other game or something. I don't know. But, nope, she means Battleship. lol. I like her.

The drinking game version of battleship. Bucky sucks at it. "You sure can drink." "Yeah, well." Super assassin, unfair advantage.

We're just going to rub in this whole The Winter Soldier killed Yori's son thing, as she says it's nice that he's spending time with the old man. Since he was all messed up after his son was murdered and how it was extra hard because he didn't know what happened. I'm not sure this is healthy, Bucky.

"There's no word for someone whose kids die." Okay, ouch, lady, jeez. Bucky looks like he wants to puke. Or crawl into a deep dark hole. Or something. "Because it's the worst thing that can happen." Bucky nopes right out the front door. So, maybe they should have played pinochle instead.

Bucky goes to Yori. Are you really going to tell this man you murdered his son when you were a brain-washed Hydra assassin? Yori asks how the date was, and Bucky sees a shrine to the man's son in the apartment. Poor Bucky. He makes some excuse about owing Yori for lunch and leaves. Yori's name is in his book of amends. :(

Back in Louisiana. Sam and the kids are packing up meals. His sister maybe wants to sell meals in addition to fish. Sam says they've got to get going to their appointment at the bank. She's says it's in an hour. Sam must be just the worst brother to live with "There's no such thing as on time. You're either early or late. Pick one." Man, no wonder he gets punched.

Switzerland

Lt Torres is walking down a street with an unusually large number of people just sort of milling around in the middle of the street looking at their phones. He's got his kind of hidden, recording. He stops a guy and asks if he knows what they're supposed to be doing. Oh it's the flag munchers, or whatever. There's a weird phony bird whistle and then people gather around a person handing out masks with red handprints on them. His decoy bad guy phone chirps and gives the order to run. A guy jumps out of a nearby building with two huge duffle bags (of money it seems) and walks off while the previously milling people become a seemingly panicked mob, distracting police and whatnot.

Torres tries to arrest the jumper guy, who appears to have some super strength as he kicks a policeman halfway across the street. Torres, you're cute, but not super bright. Torres gets body slammed and then stomped. He survives again, however, defying the odds.

At the bank. The account manager keeps giving Sam the side-eye as he goes through their paperwork. "Do I know you from somewhere." Sam's all modest, "I don't know. Do you?" And then he makes a little wing flappy move with his hands. lol. What a nerd. "Falcon!" Then he takes a selfie with Sam. Sarah is very done with all this. She tries to get them back on track. Account guy wants to know how Avengers make a living. Probably not looking good for your loan, Sam.

"Is there some kind of fund for heroes? Or did Stark pay you when he was around? My condolences, by the way."

Yeah, financially this is looking bad, my dude. "You have no income over the last five years." Well, but, he was blipped. I mean …

Alas, shot down for the loan.

Sam and Sarah argue on the street. Ah, Sam ran off to the Air Force and didn't deal with what was going on at home. Oh my, this is getting ugly. Speaking as someone who got disowned on account of a family business, let me just say, they're not easy. Nuh-uh.

"Half the boat's mine and so is the house. We're not selling our family's legacy." "You gonna do me like what when you know I'm right?"

I get it might be awkward to ask, but I bet you could have asked Pepper for a loan, Sam, and she would have given it to you gladly. Come on, man.

Later. Sam's working on the boat's engine, and it's not cooperating. In the cabin he looks at the family pictures on all the walls. He's having a rough day. About as rough as Torres who texts him to find a secure line and call him along with a selfie of his bruised and battered face. #important (lol, really?)

Sam watches the footage Torres caught and they chat about how Torres was supposed to be doing that stuff online and not getting his face kicked in in Switzerland.

Sarah interrupts and turns on the TV. Some guy is giving a speech about how everybody needs a hero. "We need someone who can inspire us again. Someone who can be a symbol for all of us. So on behalf of the Department of Defense and our Commander-in-Chief, it is with great honor that we announce here today that the United States of America has a new hero." hmm, no comment. Except, you should have taken up the shield, Sam. Now it's Sam's turn to look like he's going to puke. What did I say about power vacuums? Somebody will fill them, whether you want them to or not.

This new guy looks like a goober. There, I said it.

credits

So … lots of setup. And very clear on the two guys trying to figure out where they fit in this world post blip and big wars. Both of them trying to fix broken families.

Plus a goober in a Cap suit.

So far so good.

#tfatws #tfatws spoilers #the falcon and the winter soldier #the falcon and the winter soldier spoilers

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Hey! Love your works, btw, it's really cute! Anyway..That's not what I'm here for. I'm here for a writing prompt? Request? Whatever: Basically I wanna see someone write headcannons/fanfics on loneliness. Yes, I know it's a deep and sad topic, but I want some cuddles with the bug boio

Thank you so much anon!💗💗💗 And thank you guys so much for being patient with me. I haven’t posted in a while because I was in a little bit of a slump. But I’m gonna do my best to put out more some more stuff. Hope you guys enjoy!💜🖤💚

Beetlejuice x fem!reader

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of abusive parents

Word count: 3,602

What’s the one thing you and Beetlejuice had in common? You were both lonely. And it’s crazy how similar your stories were.

Beetlejuice had been alone his whole afterlife. His mother was a demon and a bitch, stuck raising a child she didn’t even want. And to do it all alone, she took her anger and frustration out on the only person around, Beetlejuice. She abused him both mentally and physically. She made him think he was something no one, not even her, could love. And for the longest, he believed it.

Your parents didn’t want you either, but they tried so hard to not show it. Your mother got pregnant in senior year of high school. To which both of their lives had to halt. While they did still graduate, college became a push back. The two of them had to find jobs to support you and themselves. They weren’t as harsh as Juno but they weren’t saints either. Making off-hand comments or blaming you for the way their lives turned out. There was barely a day when you didn’t hear “If it wasn’t for you, I could’ve been…”. The things you are never supposed to say to your child, they would say to you.

Even after you turned 18, you still needed to stay home. At least for those 4 years you needed for college. Once you got that out the way, you were on your own. Finally moving into your own house.

Beetlejuice finally found the family he wanted for so long. But now everything was crumbling underneath him. Lydia was 18 and now going off to college herself. Once they dropped her off at school, Charles and Delia were off to enjoy a vacation now that they had time to themselves. Adam and Barbara still had things to figure out in the Netherworld. So while they still would come home at the end of the day, they weren’t around as much. Beej was in desperate need for something to occupy his time. It was boring being in the Deetzes house with no one around. And if he couldn't scare the neighbors with Lydia, what was the point?

And that’s when you came into the picture. Beej’s powers allowed him to see and hear almost everything around the neighborhood. So, of course he had to watch you while you moved in. Without realizing it, you were only a few blocks away from the Deetz’s home. When you first arrived in town, you remember being curious about the strange looking house at the top of the hill. Your friends joked about it possibly being haunted, trying to scare you a little, but you only ignored them.

Even though they helped you unload the cars, you insisted that you didn’t need help unpacking. It would give you some time to yourself. Once they said their goodbyes, you started to notice the eerie energy of the house on the hill. It was a while away and looked so small from your window. Get it together, YN, you thought. This was the first time in your own house. You couldn’t let yourself get scared and huddle up in the corner like a baby. Everything’s scary when you’re on your own. You just gotta get used to it.

It really didn’t take much for Beetlejuice to show up. As funny as it would’ve been for him to scare you and your friends all together, he waited until they left. There was no limit to the fun he could have scaring this unbeknownst breather while you were alone.

Once he emerged into the house, he saw you were still unpacking boxes. There were random items and boxes scattered everywhere. The smile on his face was nothing less than evil. You were making this way too easy for him.

You were bent down, rummaging through a box or silverware and other kitchen items. You thought, at least you could start unboxing something easy. Of course, Beetlejuice wouldn’t be Beetlejuice if he didn’t stare at your ass while you leaned over. As he got closer, he realized your ass wasn’t the only great thing on you.

Beetlejuice has been dead for a millennia, which means he’s seen A LOT of breathers. And yet, you seemed to be one of the most beautiful ones he’s seen in a while. Boy, he was about to have fun with you.

While you were unwrapping some cups and placing them on the counter, you heard one of the cabinet doors behind you open. The creaking was so loud, it almost mirrored nails on a chalkboard. You turned around to see it just sitting wide open. Okay, you thought, maybe the hinges are a little too loose. Just something to try and give yourself a little reassurance. You walked over to close the door but before you could, it slammed shut right in front of you.

Umm....nope.

Beej couldn’t help but cackle at your face as you backed away from the cabinet slowly. As he was finished with you yet. He zipped around to the counter. Your back was still turned as he picked up one of the glasses you set down, loosely holding the edge with his finger. He leaned with one elbow on the counter and dropped the glass to the floor, not really needing to put in more effort. Your entire body jumped at the sound of the glass behind you, letting out a mini yelp while doing so.

“Well, aren’t you a cutie pie? Come one, dollface. Let me hear you scream.” Beej spoke as he looked around to see what else he could use to scare you.

This dude basically terrorized you all night long. Knocking stuff over, opening and closing doors, and finding anything to make eerie sounds. It was like you were stuck on the same level of a horror game. It was too late to call your friends back as they were already miles away from you. You didn’t call the police because what were they gonna do? Tase a ghost?

At first you were panicked but you realized that the ghost wasn’t actually going to hurt you. More like freak you out so you couldn’t sleep that night. It was going past midnight and you were still unpacking things here and there. After the last few boxes got knocked over, you had enough. You plopped yourself down on the couch before speaking loudly.

“Alright, ghost or demon or whatever. I’m just gonna assume you’re friendly like Casper since you haven’t done anything to me.”

Even though Beetlejuice was invisible, he was visibly frustrated. Why weren’t you getting scared? You should be screaming and running out of the house in utter fear. After about an hour, whenever he knocked something over, you just stared blankly before picking it back up. No matter what he did you didn’t flinch. Now here you were comparing him to ‘Casper the Friendly Ghost’? Hanging out with Lydia and the Maitlands really made him lose his touch, huh?

The demon man floated his way in front of you, watching as you laid on your side. He could see that you were on the verge of falling asleep, clearly worn out from all the unpacking. Your eyes were fluttering closed as you got comfortable, pulling your legs in towards your stomach and resting your hands under the side of your head.

“Mm, thanks for keeping me company.” You moaned out, your words slurring a little as you dozed off.

Was Beetlejuice about to let such a simple sentence get to him? Yes.

Before even meeting Adam and Barbara, if Beej couldn’t scare a breather, he wouldn’t waste his time. Although he’d be upset by it, he’d count his losses and go. With you he considered it...for like 2 seconds. But he couldn’t look away as you snored softly. He was so entranced at the way your chest rose and fell as you breathed lightly. You seemed so tired but still slept so delicately.

Wait, delicately? Since when was Beej using words like ‘delicately’?

He couldn’t dwell on it too long as you stirred in your sleep. Why did he flinch? You couldn’t even see him. The demon man just bent down watching you, admiring how soft and, again, delicate you looked. He wasn’t sure how long he watched you for until he saw the sun starting to come up.

Did he mean to watch you all night long? No. It just happened, okay?

For a second, he’d forgotten he was invisible to you. When you finally woke up, he flinched and moved backwards once your eyes met his. You only yawned and stretched to help wake yourself up.

You looked around at the left over boxes still scattered around your living room. It seemed like you did so much unpacking but there was still so much left. Rubbing your eyes, you went to make yourself some breakfast. But you stopped, looking at the shattered glass still sitting on the kitchen floor. That’s when you remembered last night’s weird occurrence. The apparent ‘ghost’ in your house had dropped one of your glasses on the floor. Along with making 100 other failed attempts to scare you. It seemed so real but you were also really tired. Maybe you imagined it all.

“Are you still here, ghost? Pfft, probably not-” And then you saw one of the glass shards rise a little into the air and then fall back down. “Okay, nevermind.”

****

So, now you were living with a ghost. You finally get the chance to leave your parents house, and this happens.

You weren’t exactly sure what to make of it. It’s not like the ghost was actually bothering you. You didn’t get scared at its antics anymore, and it even seemed to take on the role as a friendly ghost after a while.

If you were cooking the kitchen and dropped something, it would pick it up and place it back in your hand. Sometimes it would open the door for you when you walked into a room. After you got extremely comfortable with it around, it would even help you with little tasks around the house.

There was more than one occasion where it would hold the flashlight while you needed to hands to fix something.

You couldn’t explain it but you were just glad to have someone around. Even if it was a ghost.

Beetlejuice wasn’t sure what made him want to be around you. A simple answer was that you were an extremely hot breather that he liked looking at. If that was the case he wouldn’t put so much effort into being nice to you. Which is what made it difficult for him to understand.

Being around you filled something in him that he didn’t know needed to be filled.

Spoiler alert: you both are lonely idiots that don’t realize how lonely you are.

One particular night, you came home from your new job extremely worn out. Your position was entry level so they basically treated you like a college intern. “Bring me this, take this here, do this right now.” Were the only things you heard all day. And it didn’t help that your mom had called you as soon as you got home.

She called to ‘check in’ but really it was her putting you down. Making back-handed compliments about finally moving out. Practically insulting you without even being provoked.

To end the night you took and shower and cozied up in your favorite hoodie. While only wearing a pair of panties underneath. You were laid out on your bed, trying to find something to watch on TV. Of course, just because you needed a distraction there was nothing on.

And social media didn’t make you feel any better. All you saw was your friends posting pictures and statuses about hanging out for the weekend. You missed them, and missing them made you miss being back home. And thinking about home made you remember the bullshit your parents put you through. 100 things were running through your head and then suddenly you felt a lump in your throat.

Not far after did the tears start and you couldn’t stop them. You laid on your side, silently sniffling as you cried. You were all alone in your own place and you still were stuck in the habit of crying quietly. What did it matter? No one was there to hear you.

Except for Beetlejuice.

He was having a bit of a rough night too. He’d been hanging around your house all day, which seemed to be the new normal. But just an hour before you got back home, he headed back to the Deetzes house. When he wandered in, he caught Adam and Barbara talking amongst each other, looking even giddier than normal.

Of course, he wouldn’t be Beetlejuice if he didn’t make a crude joke to announce his entrance. Ignoring his distasteful humor, the couple then told him that they just got done talking with Lydia. And Beetlejuice was pissed.

Although any aware person could see Beetlejuice getting physically angry. His hair turning red, fists balling up, and the look on his face was nothing short of utter rage. Even the air around them was getting hot and dense But somehow the Maitlands didn’t notice. Barbara only continued on telling how Lydia was gushing about school. She’d made some new friends, joined the photography club, and all of her classes were going well. She called Charles and Delia on the regular but wanted to give check in on her ghost friends.

Sure, Beetlejuice was happy to hear that for Lydia. But he was still mad he didn’t get to hear it straight from the source. Lydia had been gone for about 2 months and he was missing his best friend. Now the opportunity came to talk to her and he just missed it. With no explanation, he made his way back out of the house. The last thing he heard was them gushing about Lydia having a crush on some girl in her class.

It was something so small but it hurt Beetlejuice. His best friend was growing up without him there to see it. Soon enough she was gonna forget all about him and only focus on her stupid new college friends. And if she didn’t care about him, why would anyone else in the house care? Now his thoughts were hitting some all at once.

Although he couldn’t see, the color in his hair was rapidly changing between red, blue, and purple. He needed a distraction. So he headed back down to you. But when he arrived, he wasn’t met with your normal joyous demeanor.

You were huddled up on your bed, crying and whimpering. So softly it almost sounded like the squeaks of a tiny mouse. Although small streaks of red were still there, more purple took over his hair. So he wasn’t the only one having a bad day.

Beetlejuice wasn’t exactly sure if he should’ve bothered you or not. He wasn’t sure what was wrong or how he could help in any way. He had his own problems to sit on so maybe he’d just chill in your living room and blow off his steam there. As he went to float out of the room, he heard you speak.

“I don’t know if you’re still here or not, ghost. But I could really use some company right about now.” You hiccuped out. You hated to sound like a child but fuck it. Talk to a ghost or not talk at all? The first seemed like the better option.

You sat up for a second, looking around for a sign that the ghost was actually near. You got a response with one of your pillows lifting up to hit you on the thigh. You let out a small huff and giggle mix, thinking about how if this was 2 months ago, you would’ve been scared out of your mind. You wiped away some of your tears as you sat up fully.

“I know you probably don’t wanna hear me whining though. I think just knowing someone’s around makes me feel a little better.” As if to tell you it was okay the pillow hit your thigh again, causing you to laugh even more. Still a little hesitant, you talked about your day. It felt good to get your feelings out, even if it looked like you were just talking to a pillow.

You weren’t sure how long you had talked for, all you know is that it was getting late and you were getting tired. Your face felt puffy from the crying, at certain points you had to stop and let out a few tears here and there before finishing the story. Without even realizing, you laid your head down to get more comfortable.

“Why don’t you tell me about your day, ghost. I’m listening, I promise.” You quietly spoke, even if you felt your eyes starting to flutter closed.

“Pff, babycakes, you won’t believe the day I’ve had.” He knew good and well you couldn’t hear him but it felt good to vent. He held the pillow as he talked; he would walk or float around the room with it in his hands. Since you could only see the pillow, you could only assume the ghost was speaking like you asked.

You were in and out of sleep while Beetlejuice talked but he didn’t mind. You were making an effort to still stay awake for him and that’s all that mattered. Plus, he loved how cute you looked when you tried to keep your eyes open. After a while, he looked at the clock sitting on your bedside table. 2:16 a.m. He stopped floating around and was standing by the side of your bed.

“Mmmm, are you done, ghost?” You spoke with your eyes finally fluttering closed for the night.

Something about the way you looked made Beetlejuice’s dead heart flutter. So peaceful and comfortable. You couldn’t see him yet you knew he was there, and you weren’t afraid of his presence. Unbeknownst to him, his hair was slowly fading into a baby pink color. Without thinking, he dropped the pillow floated over to the opposite side of your bed, your back now facing towards him.

Not putting much thought into it, he crawled onto the soft surface. Before he knew it, he was laying behind you and slowly wrapping one arm around your waist. The small amount of heat that came from your body warmed up the front of his. It was nice, he thought.

“I think I can feel you, ghost.” Beetlejuice stiffened against you. He would’ve jumped backwards if you didn’t rest your hand over the one he had on your stomach. You more than likely felt the small chill coming from his body without actually feeling him. You couldn’t feel him. It wasn’t possible. But your hand on his calmed him more than he would ever tell.

“You’re breaking my heart, doll. You don’t have to keep calling me that. Call me BJ.” He spoke quietly. Or so he thought.

“BJ? That’s a cute name.” You said, shocking Beetlejuice completely. Fuck, he’d been a demon for how long and he’d completely forgotten that he could throw his voice. It didn’t seem to matter though. You were basically in a sleepy daze, so it didn’t really click that you had heard a random voice echo off your walls.

“Thanks for sticking around, BJ.” You whispered before letting yourself fall asleep entirely. The chill from his presence was giving you goosebumps, even in unconsciousness. Beetlejuice’s cheeks would’ve turned red if his face wasn’t already bone white.

He laid there with you for most of the night. Obviously he didn’t sleep so there was nothing he could do except watch you. Much like the first night you moved in. Except this time you were pressed against him.

It was around 5 in the morning when he decided to poof away. Something about the way your body warmth was making him feel so flustered and overwhelmed. He rested himself in your attic, much like he would often do at the Deetzes.

When you woke up later in the morning, something felt off. You rubbed your eyes before looking around, like you were looking for someone. You were so tired that everything seemed like a dream last night. But even so, your bed felt empty.

Some things were a little foggy but one thing you do remember was the name ‘BJ’. Where it came from, you didn’t really remember. Finally sitting all the way up you saw one of your pillows sitting on the floor. And it hit you. The ghost that was occupying your house was named BJ. And somehow he told you that.

You sat looking at the pillow a second before snorting. “Come one, Y/N. That’s stupid.” You muttered to yourself. It was one thing to have a ghost in your house, but now it was talking to you? And his name was BJ. You must’ve been really out of it, you thought.

Even with your doubts, you still couldn’t shake the empty feeling you felt on your body. You still held onto the name BJ as well. You got off your bed and picked up the pillow off the floor. This all somehow mimicked the first night you moved in.

“BJ,” You mumbled to yourself. “Maybe it’s not such a crazy idea.”

Hope you guys enjoyed and thanks for reading!💜🖤💚

#beetlejuice x reader #beetlejuice fanfiction #Beetlejuice the musical #beetlejuice musical #beetlejuice headcanons #anon asks #anon requests

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skz-yandere-blog · 5 years

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yandere stray kids being jealous

requested?: yes

if requested, put request here: heyy cutie, could you do a stray kids reaction of them being jealous?

author note?: i have no idea how this turned into most of them punishing reader, but it happened and i hope you enjoy it! thanks for the request!! sorry it took so long btw, i wanted to make it good and original for each one!!!

tw?: cursing, physical abuse, abusive relationship, mention of self harm/suicide, mention of animal abuse, mention of beating, mention of killing/murder

NOTE: I DO NOT CONDONE THESE TYPES OF RELATIONSHIPS. IF YOUR RELATIONSHIP SOUNDS ANYTHING LIKE ANY OF THESE, PLEASE CONTACT A DOMESTIC ABUSE HOTLINE FOR YOUR COUNTRY AND SEEK HELP.

Bang Chan;;

Let's get something straight here, you are his property. You're his to own and control as he pleases and sees fit. You have no rights when he's involved. He can make every single decision for you if he damn well pleases, because he owns you. The minute you started talking to him, you pretty much signed your life away.

So imagine his surprise when he sees his little trophy talking to some other guy. Immediately, he's angry. Angry that you're going against his rules he'd put in place. You had no rights in his eyes, so why were you acting like you did? He'd left for three minutes and twenty seven seconds and you were already breaking his rules, after you've been behaving so well and being such a good little trophy too.

Scratch being angry. He was furious. He didn't waste any time, going immediately over to you and wrapping and arm around your waist, a move that didn't look suspicious on its own, but the strength in which he was holding you made the gesture feel sinister. He leaned how head on your shoulder and closed his eyes, moaning some fake plight about not feeling well and wanting to go home. The guy that had been talking to you bought it, insisting that the two of you go home and help Chan feel better.

You knew what was coming, however you didn't say a word until you got in the car with him. That's when the apologizes started spilling from you, begging and pleading to not make your punishment so bad tonight. Chan simply laughed.

"Listen here, you're mine and only mine. You don't do anything unless I fucking say you can, you understand? Don't fucking beg, you'll get what you deserve for breaking the rules, trophy."

Woojin;;

It had been nothing more than a polite nod to the waiter that had set him off this time. You hadn't even looked at him, all you did was nod yes when he asked if you wanted lemon with the water that Woojin had said you wanted. I guess that was more than enough to warrant a punishment for you, though. He immediately cancelled The bill, paying for the drinks in to-go cups before leaving you off to the car to drive you home. You knew what he had planned for you tonight.

As soon as you entered the apartment, Woojin shoved you to the ground, watching you scramble to get on your knees to beg for forgiveness. You cried and plead with him, doing everything you knew possible to pull on his heartstrings and make him let you off the hook for the night. Instead, he spit in your face, calling you every single disgusting name under the sun. He was physical too, grabbing your hair, slamming you into pieces of furniture in your shared apartment, slapping and hitting you. He was really angry, this is what happens when he doesn't punish you for a while.

You tried to scoot away from his hand, which was now tightly wound around your throat, but he followed you backwards until you were pressed against the wall. He wasn't screaming, no, that would alert the neighbors that something was wrong. He spoke to you in his regular speaking voice, if not quieter, while making sure you couldn't make a sound. Finally, he let your throat go and stood at his full height, hand going for his belt buckle.

"I guess my little girl doesn't know how to properly act in public, does she? Guess that means she has to be taught a lesson. Get up. If I hear a single sound that isn't the sound of my belt, you're going to be in big fucking trouble."

Lee Know;;

Minho got jealous very often, it wasn’t much of a surprise to anyone when he accused someone he was dating of cheating, however it got especially bad with you. You always seemed to attract attention from other people and just had to be a social butterfly. You loved being around people and just being a chatter box. It’s who you were as a person. Minho hated it. Seeing all these people talking to you all the time made him feel angry. He didn’t like it at all.

He was quick to jump to conclusions as well, so when he saw you talking to another guy, he automatically assumed the worst. You were going to fall in love with someone else and leave him. That couldn’t happen. He couldn’t dare allow that to happen. Minho immediately stormed over and insisted that you two had to go home. When you protested, and the guy joined in on your side, he nearly slapped you. In fact, he raised his hand to, and instead grabbed you and pulled you towards his car.

Minho shoved you into the car, quickly buckling you up and forcing you to sit down without a fight. You simply slumped over and allowed him to drive you two to the house you stayed at. He dragged you inside and shoved you into the bedroom, slamming to door behind you before he got up into your face. Not saying a word. Just staring at you angrily. Finally he stepped over to the bed, sitting down and fisting his hands in his hair.

“Why do you have to make everything so fucking difficult? Why can’t you just listen to me for once? I only ask you to not talk to anyone else, this is why I never let you outside. Just. Fucking. Listen to me! That’s all I ask!”

Changbin;;

Changbin wasn’t a usually jealous person. This was good. However, when he did get jealous, he got very jealous. This was not good. He got violently angry, so upset that he would break items around the house or hurt you or other people in the vicinity. It was awful. You knew it was a terrible thing that could never be excused, however you were scared. You were petrified of him. He was usually so calm and loving, but he’d get so.. so... scary for seemingly no reason.

Today was one of those days. You two had been on a trip to the park, just walking around and talking when someone lost control of their dog. It immediately ran to you and started jumping on you and barking, causing you to laugh and bend down to pet the dog. The owner had bolted after their dog, having caught up to them as soon as they jumped on you. They were apologizing profusely, trying to pull their dog off of you, however you were fine and dandy. They allowed you to continue to play with the dog, laughing and talking about them with you.

You didn’t notice Changbin the entire time. He felt like his entire body was on fire. What was this fucking mutt doing taking away the time you two were supposed to spend together? His entire body screamed at him to do something, not a good idea for someone who wasn’t quite in the right mind to make any rash decisions. That’s why when Changbin started kicking the poor dog, you freaked out. You pulled him away, calling out apologizes to the owner while dragging Changbin back to the car and scolding him. He didn’t care.

“That mutt had no fucking right to waste our time, it’s supposed to be you and me right now. Not you and a stupid dog. Besides, I don’t like dogs anyways. It doesn’t matter to me if he gets a couple of kicks, teaches him a lesson he damn well deserves.”

Hyunjin;;

Hyunjin hated hurting you, he truly did. You just didn’t understand that he knew what was best for you. He knew how you should live your life because no one knew you better than him, not even yourself. You were too fragile, too weak. Anyone could take advantage of you at any point in time, they could manipulate you, make you hate him. He really didn’t want to have to retrain you.

When he took you out, he always wanted you to stay by his side, which you were usually good about. You didn’t want to make him upset, he was brutal when he was upset. The one time he’d left you by yourself in public, someone had already started talking to you. Flirting with you. Hyunjin knew that you were too stupid to be left on your own, yet he waned to test you. He watched what you did, watched you tell them that you had a boy friend and ask to be left alone.

What a good girl, doing exactly what he’d asked of her. Hyunjin came back up to you, holding your drinks and glaring down at the person who’d dared talk to his baby. He was snarky with them, telling them to go find a different bench in the zoo to sit on with a fire in his eyes. When they started protesting, Hyunjin started getting physical, handing your drinks to you and forcing the person to stand up from the bench and shoving them away from you.

“See, baby, you’re such a good girl for me. You knew exactly what to say to keep that man away from you. I hope you know why I make you stay next to me at all times now, baby? Do you understand? Good, good. I think you deserve a treat now!”

Han;;

You loved Jisung, you did! You really loved him! You wanted to give him the world, but anytime you tried to express that to someone, they would say that he’s finally brainwashed you, but you simply brushed all that aside. He loved you and you loved him. Was it too much to ask for your friends to be supportive? You and Jisung decided it would be best if you distanced yourself from those friends. They only wanted to tear the two of you apart, Jisung would tell you, they’ll only put a strain on our relationship. Sure, some things they said did make a bit of sense, but most of it was crazy! Jisung wasn’t evil like they said, he was just a bit depressed and self conscious, which they were making worse because of their mean words.

You were watching t.v late at night one day, just waiting for Jisung to get home so the two of you could fall asleep together, but he was taking a long time and you were so so tired. You accidentally fell asleep, only until Jisung got home, when you heard him close the front door, you had jolted awake and gotten up to go greet him. You were still sleepy, showing on your face and in your words. He cooed over your precious state, squishing your cheeks. However it turned into a different story when you two walked into the living room and he saw you were watching a t.v show with a popular male actor.

Jisung was suddenly so upset, asking if you’d fallen asleep watching the t.v. You told him you did and he seemed to explode. He started crying, asking if you preferred his voice to Jisung’s and if you loved him more. Then he started apologizing, saying he was going to kill himself since he clearly wasn’t good enough for you. He rushed into the kitchen and picked up the biggest knife he could find, placing it on his wrist and pressing it down to break his skin. You were begging him to stop, saying that you only loved him and no one else.

“I’m never good enough for you! You’re going to leave me, you hate me more than I hate myself. I should just fucking kill myself! You wouldn’t care anyways, would you? No one would care! Don’t fucking lie to me!”

Felix;;

You hated Felix with a burning fucking passion. That’s what you told yourself all the time. You hate him, you hate him, you hate him! He’s a fucking psycho, he’s a murderer. He deserves to rot in hell, suffer for the rest of eternity. You wanted him to just die already. You wanted to be free, not locked up in his basement as punishment for reading a fucking book. You weren’t supposed to be trapped like this, it didn’t work for your human nature, nor would it work for anyone’s nature. You simply wanted to read and write, it was the only thing that made you feel sane while being locked up in Felix’s house.

He’d caught you reading, it wasn’t even anything fiction, it was a cookbook for God’s sake! Were you not allowed to try and read about how to cook something? In Felix’s head, you weren’t, because you only needed him. You didn’t need anything besides him. You didn’t need books, you didn’t need an education, you didn’t need friends. So long as you had him, you should be fine. He gave you a chance to apologize to him for reading, instead you spit in his face, yelling something about how you were going crazy being anywhere near him, and now you were locked up in the basement, tied up to a chair as he burned every book he could find in the house.

After he burned all the books, he turned to look at you, anger flowing freely through his veins. Now it was time for him to punish you. You thought that you needed more than him to be happy? Oh boy, he was going to show you what you really needed. He started towards the stairs, turning to glare at you as he stepped up the first step. His voice was venomous and practically dripping with his fury.

“You think you don’t need me? Let’s see how you like being locked up in a basement for a week without any light, food, water, or talking. In fact, I should be harsher on you. You need to realize that I am the only thing you need to live, once you understand that and start acting like a good girl, then maybe I’ll feed you. Behave.”

Seungmin;;

Seungmin was just a bit off his rocker, but only just a bit. I mean, wasn’t everyone? You didn’t pay much mind to it, he just had an off sense of humor. It wasn’t weird for him, that’s just how he was. You two would joke about killing off people who annoyed the two of you, but they were always jokes. Sometimes the people you complained about bothering you would stop bothering because of you, however you never payed mind to it. You figured that they had always just gotten bored of bothering you.

You and Seungmin were both loners at your school, generally staying away from most other people and having minimal friends since most people tended to stay away from Seungmin, which means that they usually stayed away from you. When one of you made friends, it was a pretty big deal. When a new kid came to school and you two hit it off, you told Seungmin about it excitedly. Like usual, he joked about killing her off to have you to himself, to which you just laughed and replied that she could join your duo and make it a trio!

You didn’t expect Seungmin to actually carry out his threat. You never would’ve expected him to do something like what he did, and he never expected you to find him out. You found out he’d been threatening your new friend through her, and when you confronted him about it, he got very defensive. He started yelling about how she was coming in between you two, and how it was always going to be you two against the world. How she couldn’t ruin what you two had, and how he couldn’t risk losing you and not having anyone left.

“I can’t fucking lose you! You’re all I have left, no one wants me anymore, no one loves me. No one can have you except me, no one understands how much I fucking adore you. I have no one but you, you can’t just replace me! I’m irreplaceable, and so are you. You’re going to stay my friend no matter what I have to do to keep you.”

I.N;;

Jeongin was an absolute sweetheart, he’s always been such a nice person. He was the perfect guy, everyone loved him and pined after him. When he asked you out, you were amazed. You adored him, but your parents didn’t want you to date anyone right now, being in high school and needing to focus on your work. You respected your parents very much, and of course listened to whatever they told you to do. After all, parents always knew best! You declined Jeongin’s offer to date, but instead brought up the idea for waiting for each other until they graduated. He agreed, also claiming that they could become friends while waiting and get to know each other even better! It was going great!

You two were friends for a long time before he asked you out again, asking why you’d declined the first time. You explained the reason to him, and he said he understood after seeing how close you were to your parents. You had a great relationship with them, and yo clearly didn’t want to ruin it. Unbeknownst to you, Jeongin was willing to destroy that relationship for you. He started lying to your parents about what you were doing when you two hung out, claiming he was starting to get worried about your behavior.

They, of course, brought it up with you, and you denied everything. None of it was true, why would you own up to something you didn’t do? You cried to Jeongin, saying you didn’t know why they were accusing you of all these things.He acted just as confused as you, claiming that you were the best. A large rift started coming in between you and your parents, arguments and fights happening near daily. Everything was getting worse and worse until they admitted that Jeongin was the one telling them what you were doing. Of course, you confronted him. He started freaking out on you.

“You seriously think I would do that? I wouldn’t dare! Why would I try to ruin your relationship with your parents, I know I don’t have the greatest one with mine, but that means that I wouldn’t want you to have the same thing as me! I’ll find out who’s doing this, I promise. I’ll help you, I swear I will.”

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justgivemethekeys · 4 years

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50 Questions!

Thank you @qweenly @mypassionfortrash @jennyggggrrr ! I’m totally not sitting in an online lecture rn and doing this :)

50 (yes fifty!!) Things You’ve Never Been Asked…. Let’s lighten the mood & have some fun! I always enjoy reading these and seeing a quick glimpse into my friend’s lives. (Just copy this & change the answers..😁)

1. What is the colour of your hairbrush? Black.

2. Name a food you never ever eat. Raw egg.

3. Are you typically too warm or too cold? Too warm all the time.

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago? Giving my doggo a bath. (She now hates me btw)

5. What is your favourite candy bar? Kinder Country.

6. Have you ever been to a professional sports game? Some volleyball matches my sister dragged me to.

7. What is the last thing you said out loud? ‘Run. Run like you do.’ (lmao that’s so ominous, I was singing a Jonas Brothers song)

8. What is your favourite ice cream? Hazelnut.

9. What was the last thing you had to drink? Water.

10. Do you like your wallet? Sure, it has flowers on it!

11. What was the last thing you ate? Cereal.

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend? Heck ye, I ruined my wallet xoxo

13. The last sporting event you watched? Some ski-jumping during commercial breaks of a movie?

14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn? I’m a simple woman - salt.

15. Who is the last person you sent a text message to? Groupchat with my uni friends.

16. Ever go camping? Yeah, 3687528 years ago.

17. Do you take vitamins? Yes, some vitamin C and D.

18. Do you go to church every Sunday? No.

19. Do you have a tan? I am allergic to sun :/

20. Do you prefer Chinese food over pizza? I’d say it’s a tie.

21. Do you drink your soda with a straw? Only if given.

22. What color socks do you usually wear? White.

23. Do you ever drive above the speed limit? Sure!

24. What terrifies you? How much time do you have...?

25. Look to your left, what do you see? My ipad.

26. What chore do you hate most? Cleaning the bathroom.

27. What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? Hemsworth.

28. What’s your favorite soda? Fanta.

29. Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive? Sit in.

30. What is your favourite number? 3.

31. Who’s the last person you talked to? My sisters.

32. Favourite cut of beef? Don’t have one.

33. Last song you listened to? Another One Bites The Dust.... but from Glee :))))

34. Last book you read? ‘Twas the Nightshift Before Christmas’ by Adam Kay

35. Favourite day of the week? Saturday.

36. Can you say the alphabet backwards? No.

37. How do you like your coffee? From Costa Coffee.

38. Favourite pair of shoes? My Converse.

39. The time you normally get up? 9am on a good day :/

40. What do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? Sunsets.

41. How many blankets on your bed? One.

42. Describe your kitchen plates. White

43. Describe your kitchen at the moment? Occupied by my mum.

44. Do you have a favourite alcoholic drink? Martini and sprite. Aperol tho.......

45. Do you play cards? I love me some UNO?

46. What colour is your car? Don’t have one.

47. Can you change a tyre? No.

48. Your favourite state? Of sleep.

49. Favourite job you’ve had? With all its ups and downs I really liked working in a bookshop.

50. How did you get your biggest scar? Small surgery to get rid of some skin thingies.

What a ride. I’d love to nominate: @picturepowderinabottle @crazy-little-cool-cat @douche-roof @strangeandwonderfulconcepts

#way more fun than some british satire lecture #thank you #tag game #long post

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astargatelover · 5 years

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Watching The da Vinci Code for the first time - A documentation

- About to watch The da Vinci Code for the first time. It’s about 3AM. Back of the DVD says the movie’s almost 2h30 long. Will approximately be going to bed at about 6AM. I gotta be crazy.

- Back of the DVD also says (translated from German): In the middle of the night the (…) is (…) Langdon (TOM HANKS) in the (…) director was murdered. His (?) (…) that of the Vitruvian Man (…) is the first horrible clue (…) and symbols. At the risk of his life (something something) Langdon – and from then on it’s a normal description, it’s just that that part is obscured by the library stamp. So I can confidently say I totally know what’s going on in this movie! *serious nod*

- Third highlight of the back of the DVD: Ian McKellen, grumpy-looking monk dude and a guy looking like Palpatine. And the Louvre.

- Also in the movie: Some German I don’t know (but yay!) and Paul Bettany. He’s cool; I really liked him in A Knight’s Tale.

- Let’s get this show on the road!

- …gotta update my media player. One sec!

- There we go. …where’s the always-on-top button? Ah, found it! Light’s off in my room; cinema time.

- Music’s already nice in the menu.

- Audio: English. (More nice music.) Subtitles: (Hey, they have Turkish on offer!) Off.

- (They even have subtitles for the trailers. But no extras. Am miffed. What kind of bare-bones DVD is this?!)

- 20 minutes after the first “about” up there: Play movie.

- Fancy title cards.

- Dude running. He’s gonna die; I know that much.

- Paul!

- *sigh*

- Oooooh, it’s Robert. That’s a lot of applause.

- (Btw, in case you didn’t know: I have watched Angels & Demons because I love Ernesto Olivetti a crazy amount.)

- I like Robert. Awesome presentation.

- Also like Tom Hanks. He’s great.

- Accents, y’all.

- Latin? Latin. Italian? No, definitely Latin.

- Ouch. Self-flagellation. Ooooooouch. Some religious people are crazy.

- Dude, you can barely stand. I’m a sadist and I don’t want you doing that to you.

- We’re only 10 minutes in, my goodness.

- Claustrophobia! I relate to that.

- Just let the dude take the stairs.

- Wow.

- Priests.

- Have I mentioned I’m not a big fan of catholics? Nothing personal.

- Also: Autistic Langdon, symbology special interest.

- French.

- Sophie! Heard of her.

- Strange happenings.

- Oooooooooh.

- French lady. I don’t speak French.

- *window jump scare*

- We don’t trust the police guy.

- Conspiracies!

- Fuck.

- “Once he starts, he doesn’t stop.” He’s like Javert.

- Climb out the window?

- More French.

- Oooooooh! They’re so tricking them, aren’t they? They’re not dumb.

- Bye bye!

- I’m sorry for Sophie.

- (I saw that part where her grandfather got shot years ago.)

- Here we go with the anagrams.

- Eidetic memory (pretty much) - firms up my autism headcanon.

- Can you even get that close to the Mona Lisa irl?

- Tom Hanks has a really nice nose. xD

- Langdon’s so good with anagrams.

- It’s like a scavenger hunt.

- Ooh, Musketeer symbol.

- Chase music!

- Flashback with crazy meetings.

- A smart! I get to bop someone now.

- Ooh, Les Mis.

- Backwards! That’s impressive.

- She’s so gonna make it.

- She made it!

- Bye bye, mirror.

- Paul’s looking angry.

- Someone got stabbed. I sense guilt.

- More dead people.

- Holy water.

- A nun.

- A rose line.

- Is he gonna kill her? She seems nervous.

- MORE FRENCH.

- Red light zone.

- (It’s raining outside. Kinda sets the mood.)

- You stay away from that dude, nun.

- Saving a junkie?

- (Sophie’s a really nice name, btw.)

- He rambles when he gets the chance so much. Really reminds me of special interests. (And in case anyone takes issue with that, I should know. I’m autistic. I have them.)

- My parents just watched Knightfall. Now I know some about the templars’ fall.

- Sophie didn’t know they were supposed to protect the Holy Grail? Really? Huh.

- Moooooore French.

- Please don’t die, nun.

- That’s some scar under his eye.

- Those look like some anger issues.

- It’s the grumpy-looking monk dude.

- Seriously, I understand more Latin than French.

- “Blood is being spilled” as he’s spilling wine, that’s great.

- Freeeeeeeeeench.

- “I don’t think he liked me very much. He once made a joke at my expense.” I relate to this guy so hard on the autism level.

- It’s the German dude.

- That’s some system they’ve got at that bank.

- You call that a rose?

- I’m with Langdon here. Safe passage?

- Aww, poor guy. I’ve got claustrophobia, too, and I haven’t even got a traumatizing event behind me. (I read that somewhere.)

- I like the driver.

- A lot. Nice one with the watch.

- Langdon, you look sick. Please don’t die, y’all.

- JESUS CHRIST.

- Poor Sophie. </3 Woah.

- How tf did that truck get there?

- That bullet. Smaaart move. *thumbs up*

- Ouch.

- Bye bye again.

- Do I like the police captain? I don’t know.

- The tea convo. xD

- Is Langdon like this in the books? I hope he is.

- How old is Sophie? *googles Audrey Tatou* (Ooh, Amélie!) *checks when movie was made* ‘bout 30.

- Yaaaaaas, Ian.

- Also please don’t die.

- (Both my faves in Angels & Demons die. I’m vorbelastet and can’t find a good English word for that.)

- Jesus was cool.

- Those helmets. Feathers!

- “Not even his nephew twice removed.” xDDD

- Is that paisley? *googles* It is. Nice!

- Just in case you’re wondering, I am typing this as I watch the movie. I’m not saying I’m not missing anything, but I like multitasking.

- *googles The last Supper* Wow, no cup.

- Genital symbols.

- Wombs open towards the ground, though. People with them aren’t constantly doing handstands.

- Have I mentioned one of my favorite movies is Dogma, which postulates that Jesus had siblings? I’m liking this conversation.

- “Companion meant spouse.” My gay ass likes this.

- If that is Mary Magdalene, though, which apostle is missing? Been wondering this for years.

- Scions. I like this.

- I’m all for sex positivity.

- Your time’s kinda running out, guys.

- Almost halfway through, now.

- Do you seriously believe they’re murderers?

- Why do you wear your police thingies like a blind man’s band?

- Was overall expecting a bit more running in this movie, I guess.

- Poor Sophie. This is a lot to take in.

- Beating someone up with crutches! Yas!

- Like, ouch.

- Do you happen to have a secret passage under your house? Would come in real handy.

- Oh, Zürich! Man, accents. Barely understood that.

- Frehehench.

- In my personal experience claustrophobic people aren’t generally fans of planes. That might just be me, though.

- Still don’t know Paul’s character’s name.

- We are leaving the country.

- That haircut. On the dude with the grumpy-looking monk.

- Does Jesus having a family beside his parents somehow make him less holy? *shrug*

- FRENCH.

- Police brutality?

- “Please”? Seriously? I understood that much and you’re a dick.

- This is, like, some Order of the White Lotus stuff.

- You need a mirror? You can’t read it otherwise? Huh. Well, I guess it’s just easier.

- I really like Lee.

- How many more ways can I angrily write French? (I don’t have anything against the language per se. I just don’t understand what they’re saying and that irks me. There aren’t even subtitles for that. I feel like there are supposed to be subtitles.)

- (It is nice, however, that they’re sticking to the languages they’d actually be speaking. I wonder if it’s all German in German.)

- Yo, police. Be more subtle. You could have laid a trap.

- “You can start with him.” Hm! xD

- “I could run them over.” !! Man, this is great.

- This is like a fucking magic trick.

- You know what, I wanna watch that again.

- The DVD did not like that, so now I get to look at the “pick scene” menu. At least there’s more nice music.

- Just out of curiosity… *checks* There are 24 chapters and I’m at the 16th.

- I can understand more French when I concentrate on it, but I’ve been too annoyed about it so far.

- Never had French at school, btw. But have a bit of a talent for languages. When it comes to those I can sometimes cobble meaning together from context and existing knowledge.

- “The French cannot be trusted”, sounds so ominous.

- As a fan of Angels & Demons, I am very interested in what the Vatican has to say about all this.

- Told ya we don’t like planes.

- Naww, Sophie. Arm pat, yas.

- How do you accidentally fall into a well feet first? Hmm…

- Saved by pigeons, wow.

- Paul’s eyes are super blue.

- Is he gonna get killed?

- What an old-ass phone.

- I’m worried about that newspaper.

- How they’re keeping the identity of the teacher secret is A+, shooting-wise.

- “Your identity shall go with me to the grave.” Did he know he was gonna die?

- Nice one!

- Is the second movie this long? *checks* Not quite.

- Seriously. Unnaturally blue eyes.

- Shoot-out.

- I can kinda see where Lee’s coming from. Don’t agree with the method, but…

- Did a shoulder-shot really kill him?

- See? Nope.

- I think I do kinda like the police captain.

- Have I mentioned my attraction to side characters?

- Oh, that tiny wound on her neck. I like the attention to detail.

- And those stained glass windows! Pretty.

- His mind! Wow.

- I wanna see this scene without music and special effects, though, to see what Sophie and Lee see. Must be pretty weird. xD

- Dramatic musiiiiic.

- Police captain coming through! Yas.

- Robert’s like “What is happening?”

- Man, those poor policemen with the screaming dude in the back of the car.

- Can’t resist a challenge, can you?

- It’s hecking dark behind that doorway.

- Can they get away with getting rid of all the villains half an hour before the movie’s over?

- Now she’s all Ghost Whisperer-like.

- I like the way it sounds when she calls him Robert.

- (Doing some more googling. Ah, it’s Leigh. I see.)

- Who are these guys? Something bad’s happening.

- Flashbacks and MORE FRENCH.

- Wonder if Robert and Sophie use the formal you in German. It wouldn’t fit.

- Sophie’s world is kinda falling apart.

- (She’s like Bethany in Dogma. Don’t know if anyone here even knows Dogma, but I love it.)

- Family reunion! Who put those onions here?

- See? Robert and I agree. Why should a family make Jesus less holy?

- I really like this friendship. I hope they’ll meet again.

- Checking if she can walk on water. xD

- Hey, it’s the Eiffel tower! And it’s playing light house.

- Blood.

- What? What is it?

- Wow.

- This music is real nice.

- 7 minutes of credits.

- Again, though: The music is nice.

#the da vinci code #robert langdon #dan brown #tom hanks #sophie neveu #long post is long

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peacelovedolan · 6 years

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Prompt - G.D.

Prompt: “...And when did you plan on telling me about this?”

Summary: The Dolan twins are the most popular guys at school. What happens when they pass Y/N walking to school in the rain?

Warnings: cursing, like once or twice

Word Count: 2,234

You had seen Grayson around school every so often, but the most interaction you had was glancing at each other from across crowded hallways. He was one of the most popular guys in your grade, as was his twin brother, Ethan. It just seemed natural that they would be at the top of the food chain, considering they play football and lacrosse, get good grades, and are some of the funniest kids you’ll ever meet - not to mention their devastatingly good looks.

Due to their popularity, nearly all of the girls in your class had a “favorite” twin. Most of the girls were Team Ethan because of his more outgoing personality, but you always had a soft spot for Grayson - you found his tendency to shy away from the spotlight quite adorable. However, you never told anyone - not even your best friend, Lauren, who was more of an Ethan girl - because you didn’t want to seem desperate. You never took the whole thing seriously, anyway, as you knew that they would never notice you. Or so you thought.

It was a dreadfully rainy day in the middle of March, and you were late to school. You thought your Mom was going to let you drive her old Toyota Camry, but she had already left with it by the time you woke up that morning. So, you were forced to walk to school. You hurried down the sidewalk as you cursed under your breath. Lost in thought, you don’t hear the car driving next to you, but its horn jolts you into awareness. You turn to the car, ready to whoever it was a dirty look, but to your surprise, you see a pair of identical faces - Ethan and Grayson.

“Hey,” Ethan yells from the driver’s seat. “You go to school with us, right?” he asks tentatively, laughing slightly at his own question.

You give a small, amused smile in return. “Yeah...”

“Do you want a ride?” Grayson pipes up, “I mean, if you want. We just figured a ride would be better than walking in th-”

“Yes, please! you interrupt his rambling, even though you secretly find it adorable. “Oh my God, thank you so much,” you say, getting into the backseat.

“Oh, yeah, it’s no problem,“ Ethan says. “Do you just, like, not get a bus where you live? Is that why you had to walk?”

“Yeah, no, I don’t, unfortunately,” you laugh, “ My mom took the car, and I didn’t know, and I forgot my umbrella, so...”

“Yeah, that really sucks,” Grayson says, turning back to look at you for a moment. There’s a moment of silence as you look around the car, trying to think of something to say to these virtual strangers.

“...so, you’re Y/N, right?” Ethan asks. You reply in confirmation. He laughs and says, “Okay, good. Just making sure.”

“And, you’re Ethan and Grayson, right?”

“Yep! Hey, can you tell us apart?” Grayson asks with a goofy smile on his face.

“Hmm...” you draw out, putting a and on your chin dramatically. “No, I’m just kidding. You’re Grayson, and you’re Ethan,” you say, pointing to each twin.

“Nice! Most of our teachers can’t even do that,” Ethan says, and Grayson chuckles.

“Well, I’d like to think I’m a little bit more with it than your teachers, guys,” you say. Grayson's chuckles turn into full-fledged laughter.

“She got you dude,” Grayson says, and Ethan simply smiles and shakes his head, pulling into a space at the school’s parking lot.

“So, thank you so much for the ride, guys,” you say, putting on your backpack.

“Woah, hang on, do you even have an umbrella?” Ethan asks. You shake your head. “We can’t just let you catch a cold like that, Y/N. Grayson, share your umbrella with her.” Your heart leaps at this, hoping he accepts. You happen to see Grayson give Ethan a dirty look, but he’s already getting out of the car.

“You don’t have to, Grayson...”

“No, it’s not that, he’s just... I’ll share with you, if you want.” Grayson says, cheeks flushing a light shade of pink.

“That would be great.” He leaps out of the car, opening the umbrella. He even opens the door for you, holding the umbrella so the rain doesn’t get on you. “Seriously, thank you guys so much. I would’ve been so late if you hadn’t picked me up.” You say to them. You and Grayson fall into step together as he holds the umbrella above you. Although you know this isn’t the case, you can’t help but find it a little bit romantic.

“Of course, Y/N. I mean we can’t just let a fellow student get stuck in the rain,” Ethan says with a cheeky grin. Glancing ahead, he recognizes someone. “Hey, I’ll catch you guys later,” he says, giving a slight wave while jogging ahead. He stops next to a girl walking alone, putting his arm around her and kissing her on the forehead.

“Aww,” you say, turning to Grayson, “I didn’t know he had a girlfriend.”

“Really? he asks, bewildered. “They’re always with each other. It’s kind of annoying.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah,” he groans, “But, I don’t know, I’d probably act the same way if I had a girlfriend, so I guess I can’t hate too much.” At this, your heart leaps again. He doesn’t have a girlfriend.

“Yeah,” is all you manage to say, and an awkward silence ensues. Trying to change the subject, you say, “Wait, who is it? Now I’m curious,” you laugh, and he chuckles in return.

“Uh, you know Emily?” he glances down at you. You nod, and he continues,” yeah, it’s her. She’s a cheerleader, he plays football. It’s kind of expected.”

“That’s kinda sweet,” you say, silently cursing yourself for not trying out when you had the chance.

He holds the door for you as you walk into school, and you feel like you’re about to swoon.

“So, I’ll see you around, I guess,” Grayson says shyly.

“Yeah, thanks again, Grayson. Nice to finally meet you,” you accidentally blurt out the last part. Great, You just sounded like a crazy stalker.

Thankfully, Grayson just smiles. “Yeah, nice to meet you too.” You turn to walk away, but before you can move, Grayson puts his hand on your arm.

“Wait! Um... hey, I bet we could give you a ride home too.” Quickly, he adds, “you know, if you want.”

“That would be awesome,” you say, and you can’t help the grin from spreading across your face. Grayson smiles back at you.

“Okay, cool. How about you just text me where you are at the end of the day, and me and E can meet up with you? Here,” he says, handing you his phone. “Can you put your number in?” You happily oblige, handing him back the phone, and he slides it into his back pocket.

“See you later, then,” you say, still smiling.

“Yeah, bye, Y/N,” he walks backwards for a few paces, looking at you, before turning around, disappearing into the crowd of other kids on their way to class. You turn in the opposite direction to your first class.

After your first few classes, you feel your phone buzz in your pocket. You check it, and to your surprise, you see a message from an unknown number:

Hey, Ethan is really craving fro yo for some reason. We could drop you off before if you want, but I just figured I’d ask. Do you want to get some fro yo with us?

Seconds, later, you get another text:

This is Grayson btw

You laugh, typing back a quick I’d love to! before heading to class, trying to contain your smile. You turn the corner of the hallway and run immediately into an angry-looking Lauren.

“Oh, hey, dude,” you say a bit nervously.

“Hi?” Lauren replies, sounding expectant of something, but you were lost.

“What?”

Lauren looks exasperated as she whisper-yells, “You got a ride with the Dolan twins this morning?!”

“Oh, uh... yeah,” you mumble. While you had never been openly obsessed with them, Lauren would talk about them with anyone who would listen.

“...And when did you plan on telling me about this?”

You felt terrible, because you really should have told her when you saw her in class earlier. You knew this was exactly how she would react. “I wanted to! I dunno, I guess I just felt kinda weird and I didn’t want other people hearing us talk about it. I’m sorry.” The truth was, you wanted to keep that morning your little secret because it had felt special and important to you, for a reason you didn’t think others could understand.

“That’s true. I didn’t even think about that,” Lauren says, cracking a smile. Whew. She wasn’t mad.

Suddenly, a though occurred to you. “Wait, how did you even know about that?” you ask.

Lauren’s small smile turns into a devilish grin, as she says, “Well, I may have done a little bit of eavesdropping on Ethan this morning.” You shoot a confused look at her, and she continues, “He was talking to one of his buddies in the class I have with him, and he was talking about how they picked you up that morning. I also heard that a certain Grayson Dolan has a ‘thing’ for Y/N,” she says, using air quotes. As soon as she says your name, you feel your stomach flip in a mixture of excitement and fear.

“What?” you exclaim, “Why would he do that? I mean, why me? I don’t even talk to him!” You didn’t know why you were questioning this, but you were.

“Dude! Don’t question it, just go with it!” she yells back.

“Well, actually,” you say. This time, it’s you with the evil grin on your face. “Grayson invited me to get fro yo with him. And Ethan.”

“DUDE!” she yells, which earns a shh! from a nearby teacher. “Sorry,” Lauren says. “You have to tell me about this at lunch,” she says, already walking away. “Go to class!” she yells, waving. You smile, shaking your head and waving back, as you walk in the opposite direction.

After filling in your best friend on your after-school plans with the Dolan twins, you feel the nerves begin to kick in. What were you guys even gonna talk about? Do you have anything in common? What if it’s awkward? You can’t stop yourself from overthinking for the rest of the day, even as you meet up with Ethan and walk to his car. You didn’t feel as nervous around him as you did with Grayson, who you could now see waiting by the car. The rain had basically stopped by now, and the sun was peeking out from behind the clouds.

“You guys ready to go?” Grayson asks, looking up from his phone.

You and Ethan both yell an excited, “Yeah!” and get in the car. You watched from the back as Grasyon slid into the driver’s seat. As you rode in the car with the two boys, you couldn’t believe you had been so nervous. The boys were so naturally kind and down-to-earth, and they made sure to always include you in their conversation. In the short ride to the fro yo place, the three of you talked mainly about school - homework, which teachers you all hated, and which ones you liked. Your conversation continued as you arrived and began to fill up your cups. In your conversation, you discovered that the three of you all liked the same football team, which caused the guys to yell excitedly.

“I knew it!” Grayson yells, huge grin on his face. “Everyone else like the fucking Eagles,” he says. Both he and Ethan look disgusted at the mere mention of their name.

“Oh my God, you’re so right,” you giggle. “They win one Superbowl, and suddenly they’re the best team in the league? Yeah, tell that to the Steelers’ six rings,” you laugh, leaning back in your chair.

“Exactly!” Ethan yells, “Dude, you’re, like, my best friend,” he laughs, glancing at Grayson before turning back to you. You look at Grayson, who is simply looking at you with a satisfied smile on his face.

The three of you had ended up sitting there for almost three hours, just talking and laughing. The boys dropped you off at your house, yelling, “See you tomorrow!” You waved back as you opened your front door and stepped inside. You guys had made a deal so that, whenever it was raining, the boys would give you a ride to school, but you had to get fro yo with them after school. You couldn’t see a downside to that deal.

About half an hour later, after you had taken a shower and were beginning to work on your homework, you get a text. You feel your heart skip a beat as you read Grayson’s name at the top of the thread:

I had so much fun today omg

You smile, typing out a response:

Me too!! can’t wait to do it again

A few minutes later, your phone dings again:

Yeah me too! Maybe we could go sometime this week, just the two of us

You smiled, typing out a reply:

That sounds great to me!

There was so much you had to tell Lauren tomorrow.

#grayson dolan #grayson dolan imagine #grayson dolan fanfiction #dolan twins #dolan twins fanfiction #dolan twins imagine

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thekrazykeke · 6 years

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wRoNg (Release the Beast) Part II

Fandom(s): DCEU, Suicide Squad

Relationship(s): Joker x reader

Rating: Mature

Summary: What would you do out of love and self-preservation to protect your family? How far would you go to keep your secrets?

Warning(s): Mind games and emotional manipulation. Mystic-y stuff.

Tagging: @ashmuck @alexisbagans143 @toxic-ink @kirsty-lou666 @coppercurlzz @snow-massacre @suckerforsmilex @lovelylittlekittn @melaninharleyquinn @roneykuni @twilight-loveer @ms-clown-queen-of-crime @jokers-queen-of-hearts @keya168 @misspooh

Prologue Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three (Part I) Chapter Three (Part II) Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six (Part I)

Chapter Six (Extended)

The maniac messiah, Destruction is his game. A beautiful liar, Love for him is pain. [He] punishes you with pleasure And pleasure[s] you with pain

The window wasn’t locked. Trying to get a handle on your bruised ego, half of you wondered if Bruce thought that you were so stupid that you wouldn’t attempt to run away, while the rational side of your brain sardonically pointed out that the man saw himself as a savior.

Surely you would be happy to be free of the Joker?

The more you thought about it, the more muddled and confused your thoughts became until it all just sounded like flimsy excuses.

Bruce is the lesser evil, he's a socialite like yourself and although he was hiding behind the Batman guise to cloak the fact that he had some serious psychological issues, with the Joker, at least, you understood the rules; the basic code of conduct, to put it simply, ‘There are no rules!’

What kind of challenges and trials would Bruce try to make you complete in order to prove that you aren't a threat? What would happen if you couldn't make him understand that you are not the same as the other criminals that he fought on a nightly basis?

No. They're both dangerous.

Shimmying out of the windowpane, you clawed at the ground, dragging your body forward. Breathing in and out, you glanced around the manor’s wide open, expansive gardens, taking note of the cars parked in the driveway. Breathing in deeply and then exhaling, you started sprinting, at first being mindful of the flowers every a few steps, and then you just decided forget it and hoofed it, especially because the sprinklers turned on, causing you to yelp and run around in an irregular pattern, still managing to get sprayed by the time you reached the driveway.

The thought to bust the windows of the bright, candy red sports car is at the forefront of your mind but when you pulled at the handle, mysteriously, it’s open. No alarms went off. Before the revelation that Bruce was the frickin’ Batman, you’d have written this happenstance off as coincidence, now you’re wondering whether this was a ploy or not.

Climbing into the driver’s seat, you rummage about in the glove compartment and underneath the seats until by a stroke of luck, you find the car keys. Inserting the key into the ignition, you turn it and the car purred as it came to life. Putting your foot on the gasp pedal, hands grip the steering wheel, you end up going backwards, knocking over a potted plant, and then the car jerked forward, swinging to the right hard, doing ‘doughnuts’ a bit, but after a moment of trial and error, you’re peeling down the driveway, headed straight for the fence.

Heart pounding in your chest, you put your foot down hard on the gas, expecting to have to crash through the gate but the gate opened and you peeled out of the Wayne Mansion without fanfare, making a left and driving down the quiet streets.

You’d been let go.

But to what end?

“Master Bruce, are you certain it is wise to let Lady Y/N leave the premises, especially with her affiliations to certain...individuals?” Alfred phrased his inquiry delicately, well aware that if he pushed too hard too fast, the other man would clam up.

“I’m letting her go for that reason exactly.” Bruce reached out and snagged a cookie off the tray that his butler sat down on the empty space next to him.

“Eh?” Hands free now, Alfred adjusted his glasses. “I beg your pardon? I don’t think I follow, young sir.”

“Y/N can’t return home to her family. Although it’s very hush-hush and won’t be released to the public for months to come, as soon as she stepped foot out of her parents’ home, the protection that her last name brought her is gone,” Taking a bite of the treat, he chewed thoroughly before swallowing and grabbing another sweet, only this time a mini cupcake. “As she’s effectively disowned. So that leaves her with only two alternatives: to rely on the Joker or to rough it out on her own.”

Alfred didn’t say anything.

“It is my belief that she can break the cycle of her own volition. All it would take is to sign up for the closest women’s shelter and to wait on a bed to be available.” Using the teaspoon found on the side of the cup, he lifted the lid of the biggest container on the tray and plopped two cubes of sugar in the cup of Earl Gray, swirling the liquid around until sugar completely dissolved, then took a sip.

Clearing his throat, Alfred tilted his head to the side, “And if she decides to return to the Joker?” Bruce didn’t say anything but after so many years, the elderly fellow didn’t need a verbal answer or confirmation.

“Ah, I see.”

Bruce turned his attention to the Bat Cave’s computer, watching the red blip on the radar. He’d planted a tracker on Y/N during their fight and wanted to see what she got up to in the meantime.

‘Don’t let me down, Y/N...’

“A-A-Achoo!” You sneezed. Parking the car carelessly, you slammed the door shut and walked into the store, ignoring the jingle of the bell as it signified an incoming customer.

“We’re closed.” The shop owner said in a bored tone, looking at her cellphone.

Cellphone...

“No, you’re not.” You say, reaching out and snagging the cellular device, ignoring her outraged cry. “I just need to borrow this for a sec, Priscilla.”

“That’s not cool, Y/N. Not cool at all. Btw, what the hell happened to you?”

Tuning her out, you dialed a number from memory. ‘Pick up, pick up, pick up.’ Cheering internally when the person picked up, you paused during your perusal of the wracks of clothing, snapping your fingers and pointed out the outfit that you wanted. “Can’t talk on this phone for long, but we were set up.” Pausing, you listened to what the person said on the other end. “It’s good that Romina made it back safely, I’m glad. I’m on my way to the club. Get everyone ready.” Again, you paused to listen to the person the other end. “Playing nice didn’t pan out. So we’re going for a different approach.” Snapping the phone shut, you deleted the contact information and call history, handing Priscilla her phone and accepting the outfit that she had so thoughtfully taken off the hook for you.

“Everything okay?”

“Mind your own business, honey.” You raised your eyebrows and smiled. “I forgot my card so you can just bill my mother.”

Something in your face warned the shop owner from prying any further and she just nodded. “I think you remember where the back changing room is. Holler if you need any help.”

Getting dressed was a bit of a challenge, especially since you didn’t have adrenaline pumping through your veins, making you ignore the minor to mildly serious injuries you’d sustained after the one-sided altercation with the Bat.

However, you told yourself to suck it up and now wasn’t the time to be a prissy girly girl, grateful that the new outfit didn’t squeeze or pinch in uncomfortable places and was professional enough to pull off the serious businesswoman look that you’re going for.

What was even better is that you found the bug that Bruce had planted on you, so you left that in the trash with the old clothes.

Once you’re finished, you waved at Priscilla halfheartedly as she’s once again back on her phone, playing Candy Crush and you get back into sports car, peeling away from the curb and heading downtown where the Smile n Grin is located.

It’s late evening by the time you reached the destination and you can already hear the music is loud and people are inside when you park the car, Leo opened the door and offered his arm, which you took.

“Two-Face flipped when he realized that you ain’t dead.” Jonny informed you, falling into step beside you. “Riddler is a no-show, but the guy’s a brainiac and hopelessly arrogant, these type of celebratory shows aren’t his thing.”

“How many of Penguin’s and Two Face’s men are in there, what about civilians?”

“Ten each. Lots of civiies” At your raised eyebrows, Jonny shrugged. “You’re supposed to be captured or dead.”

You cock your head in a ‘fair enough’ gesture. “And how many of our guys?”

“Fifty.” As you and Jonny ascended the stone steps to the back entrance, you took note that the bouncer wasn’t wearing the get up like Two Face’s or Penguin’s men; he was one of Joker’s guys. “So, how you wanna do this...Boss?”

That’s right, you’re the Boss, right now. Which meant that you had the final say, the final word. What would Joker do, if he were here? ...Kill them all, obviously, or at the least, try. Torture and psychologically torment the civilians until the Bat showed up to stop him. Is that the type of message you wanted to send to the populace when this inevitably got out to the public?

When your deeds circled throughout the criminal underworld?

That you’re just as crazy as your husband?

“Divide and conquer.” You mutter. Jonny raised an eyebrow. “I want Penguin’s head mounted on my wall, Two-Face isn’t my priority right now, we’ll get him later. The civilians are distractions and unimportant. Do we have something that can smoke them out?”

And so, that’s what it was. Jonny spoke into the earpiece, informing the foot soldiers of their jobs. He handed you a few smoke grenades and you slipped them into the purse you’re carrying, nodding thankfully to the bouncer who opened the door, permitting you inside.

Music was thumping, shaking and rattling the walls.

People were dancing, laughing, chatting.

It almost looked like another day in J’s club, except the King isn’t in his seat. Romina signaled, jerking her chin and you looked where she’d indicated, taking note of the fact that Two-Face had stood up and was leaving, Penguin was all alone.

Now was the time.

Dropping the smoke bombs discreetly in a few key places, you continued unwaveringly towards your destination, which was the VIP area, ignoring how the civilians coughed and complained, running for the exit. There’s a bodyguard protecting the door, he holds a hand out in front of him, trying to tell you to stop but Romina came out of nowhere and hit him in the temple, catching him before he fell.

Brushing the golden beads aside, you took a seat next to the tipsy, short male.

“Hello, darling.”

Blinking lazily, movements sluggish, Oswald reached for his gun but Leo put a heavy hand on his shoulder, jerking him backwards, tightening his hold as he made a motion to pull away. All of this which you deliberately ignored, instead grabbing a glass and a bottle of expensive alcohol, pouring a generous amount.

“We can...work something...out...” Clearly he’d been drugged as his words are slurred and slow. Kudos to Two-Face for being so devious...yet also displaying why he couldn’t be trusted.

“I had plans to...” You quirk your fingers in air quotes, “‘Work something out’.” You shook your head. “But that’s...mm, we’re not going to be friends, darling, I’m sorry. You did the most unforgivable thing, and do you know what that is?”

He said nothing. Leo shook his shoulder, but you put a calming hand as he pulled out a gun.

“No...no violence. Not yet. I want him completely sober, so that he can understand the magnitude of his actions. Playing nice with Batman,” You reached over and slapped his shoulder. “You sly dog, you.”

“I did...what I had to. You don’t know how this city really works!”

When Leo chose to slam his head against the table, this time, you didn’t stop him. “Actually, darling? I do. And honestly, I can understand why you did what you did. I’m actually a bit peeved that I didn’t think of it first.” Slapping your thigh, you leaned back and laughed.

“Let me go and we can renegotiate. I won’t see this as an attack. I won’t come after you anymore, I swear!” He began to hyperventilate and Jonny handed you a gun, the weapon felt heavy in your hand. “Please! Don’t do this!”

“Fool me once, shame on you.” You took off the safety, used both hands to aim at where you wanted to shoot. “Fool me twice...”

BANG!

“Holy shit.” Leo whistled, hold loosening enough so that Cobblepot could wiggle around in agony, cussing up a storm; you’d shot him in the hand. “Holy fucking shit.” He laughed.

“I’m going to kill you for this! Rip you apart and scatter the pieces!” Oswald screamed, tears streaming down his cheeks from pain and humiliation. “You have no idea who you’re dealing with, I’ll kill you...I’ll kill you all!”

“Language, darling. I’m a lady.” You chastise Leo halfheartedly. Placing your glass down, you reached forward, snagging his tie and jerking his head forward so that he hit the table face-forward, hard. “I missed, but this time...”

BANG!

Dispassionately, you released the tie from your hand, holding the gun out for somebody to take after putting back on the safety. Romina took it, placing it in a bag with gloved hands. Jonny handed you a handkerchief and wiped at the blood splatter on your face.

Once that’s finished, you pick up your glass and raise it in a toast to Cobblepot’s corpse. “Thus, ends the reign of the Penguin.”

You should be appalled by your actions, or on the verge of a breakdown. Throwing up maybe, but just like when you’d killed Marissa, you felt nothing. Taking a life comparable to fixing the sheets on the bed in the morning, routine and easy.

“We should be getting out of here.” Leo commented. “Do you guys hear that?”

“Hear what?” Romina asked, brows furrowed.

“Cops. The cops are coming!!” The bouncer came rushing in, out of breath. “We gotta get out of here. Right now.”

“Then let’s go.” Grabbing the tie from around Cobblepot’s neck, you also grabbed the bottle of alcohol and glass. You didn’t complain when the rest of the motley crew started cleaning up, Leo grabbed your arm and everyone was hauling ass, not wanting to go to Blackgate or Arkham.

Although you didn’t know it then, this is the day where the start of your legacy began, not just as the Joker’s Queen, or his woman, but you own path as his equal and his opposite.

Next morning, 11:35 A.M. Arkham Asylum

“My name’s Harleen. Doctor Harleen Quinzel. Miss Y/L/N, it’s to my understanding that you wished to get a glimpse at the inner workings of the Asylum?” The blonde, blue eyed woman in the starch white coat didn’t look like much at first glance and part of you wondered where your mother had the gall to hire someone so young to deal with these psychopaths but then again, maybe there was something to her that you were overlooking.

Clearing your throat her inquisitive look, you smiled. “Actually, Doctor Quinzel, I wanted to ask you to do a teensy-tiny favor for me.”

Eyebrows raising, she pushed her glasses up more on the bridge of her nose as they’d slid down. “And what’s that?”

You smiled slowly.

With a bit of coercion and subtle manipulation, you’d managed to get the good doctor to do what you wanted, but she wasn’t happy about it. Actually, you could almost say that she felt too...protective of this particular patient.

So she bore watching.

“If isn’t my naughty girl.” J smiled in that familiar, completely insane way of his. “You came to see me? Talk about a sur-prise.”

“Don’t flatter yourself. I’m not your anything.” There are cameras in here, so you had to be careful about what you said and did. “I wanted to see Gotham’s biggest headache in your natural habitat.”

“Why don’t you come a little closer? I feel so disconnected with you sitting alllll the way over there.” There’s a daring tinge to Joker’s smile. Taunting.

“Do you think I’m scared of you?”

“Aren’t you?”

Standing up from your seat, you walk around the table, stopping within arm’s distance of the King of Chaos. “See? I’m not s--”

J lunged at you, snapping his teeth and you jerked back, falling on your butt. The door burst open and guards rushed in, along with Quinzel who quickly pulled you out of the room. Pain seized throughout your body, almost like you’d been tazed and your legs went from out underneath you.

“Y/N! Miss Y/L/N, are you okay?” Quinzel reached out, trying to calm you as your body locked up again, the veins sticking out on your neck prominently. “You must be having a seizure. God, why did this have to happen on my watch...”

Joker’s eerie laughter echoed throughout the hall as the guards dragged him out the room. The two of you made eye contact and he winked, blood dribbling down his chin, a bruise forming near his eye.

“The itsy-bitsy Batsy went up the waterspout, down came the Joker...”

“I...I’m fine.” Breathing in deep, you hugged the surprised blonde, “Thank you so much for protecting me, Doctor!” And you stealthily retrieved her keycard, slipping it underneath your shirt sleeve and mustering up tears that further distracted her as she helped you to your feet, trying to console you. Eventually, once you calmed down and were handed off to the guards, you switched the card’s position so that it’s in your purse. There was no trouble in going through the metal detector, thank goodness.

Leo held the door open for you and you climbed inside the limo, glancing back at the gloomy building once more before Jonny pulled off after Leo got back in the car.

Step one in getting J out of this place?

Success.

#dc #joker #dc imagine #the joker #suicide squad #the joker imagine #suicide squad imagine #black reader #joker x reader #jared leto joker #thekrazykeke

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twotruefriends-blog1 · 7 years

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obsessed!connor

request: hey uh do hc (connorxreader) where he’s kind of obsessed with the reader that is Zoe’s best friend(some phantom of the opera vibes)

hey babie !! its mod kali here!! ok so believe it or not i’ve seen phantom of the opera ??? i rlly don’t remember much of what happened bc it was forever and a half ago but i’m gonna try my hardest on this headcannon for u nonnie!! also i tried to keep this gender neutral but lemme know if i slipped up anywhere!

masterlist

request something here

ok so connor knows you because you’re almost always at the murphy household, you’re zoe’s best friend and larry and cynthia adore you

at first connor was annoyed by you bc you’re friends with zoe and anything related with his family annoys him lmaoaooa

but one day he was in the kitchen getting milk something to drink and you come downstairs looking for something to drink as well and you and connor get to talking

he see’s that you’re super down to earth and almost instantly falls in love

“woah! did you paint your nails yourself? they look so good! i wish i could paint my non-dom hand that well! mine always come out looking like shit, see?” n you show him your non-dom hand and the design on your nails isn’t as clean as the other hands and you’re giggling like crazy and he’s like “this is the person im gunna marry.”

this is where his obsession with you starts

you’re really the only person he ever goes out of his way to be nice to?

one time he saw you in school and you looked like you were about the start BAWLING and so he goes up to you and asks whats wrong and you’re like “i spilled my coffee ALL over my shirt and i don’t have anything else to wear ugh”

so he takes off his hoodie and is like “you can wear this if you want idk you don’t have to if you dont wanna”

blushy flushy baby aw aw aw

scratching the back of his head cause he’s embarrassed

and you’re looking at him like with wide eyes cause you remember one time zoe said he wouldn’t take that damn hoodie off for the life of him

so you take it from him and put it on over your stained shirt and its super big on you and connor is like Fuck

you kiss him on the cheek as a thanks and he almost busts one on the spot

lmao

his obsession becomes more and more extreme as the days go on

looking out for you in the hallways becomes waiting by the bathrooms across from your locker to make sure no one comes up to you and bothers you becomes learning your class schedule so he can be there to make sure you get from class to class ok

he starts asking zoe about you to and he tries to be nonchalant about it but zoe gets Sus

“is (y/n) doing ok? idk they looked down when i saw them outside of math”

“connor you don’t even have class on that side of the school why were you even over there.”

“uh.”

when you don’t show up to school he FREAKS

texts zoe in a panic asking where you are and if you’re okay and if someone got to you or maybe you got in a fight oh my god what if you got in a fight he’ll fucking kill whoever touched you and now suddenly he’s hyperventilating?

“is (y/n) ok? they’re not here 2day.”

“ya they’re fine just woke up late and decided to stay home lol y”

“jst wondering. didn’t see them.”

“do u want their # ??? lmfao so u can text them instead of me”

“…ya.”

now he has you’re number he’s WILDIN

texts you himself because what if zoe was lying to him out of spite? that sounds like something she’d do she’s always trying to mess with him what if she lied and you’re actually in trouble and she just didn’t want him to know? oh my god oh my god and now he’s hyperventilating AGAIn

poor baby

“u ok? u weren’t here 2day. its connor btw!”

“aaaa omg yes i’m fine! i just overslept and missed my bus 😭 thank u for checking up on me 😚"

that kissy face emoni just necked him into his next life

you guys start texting a lot more often and it makes him so happy!!!!

he gets so nervous whenever he see’s your name pop up on his screen but he also can’t help himself from smiling

you thought he was nervous when he was texting you? imagine in person.

you text him in the morning asking if he’ll give you a ride to school cause you’re running late and he says yes OBVS but he is NERVOUS

he pulls up to your house and you come outside and if he wasn’t already sitting his knees would have buckled because you’re really just the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid his damn eyes on

he lets you pick the music off his phone for the car ride aw

gets nervous because his screen is shattered and he doesn’t want you to cut yourself aw aw aw

he gets sooooo protective over you its fucking crazy

one time when he was Watching You from the bathrooms to make sure you were ok some guys came up to you and started making passes at you

you keep telling them to stop but they will not leave you alone

connor walks over there and yanks one of them backwards by his collar and is like “she said to leave her alone. get lost before i move you myself.”

the guys say some not so nice things about connor but leave anyway

you grab onto his arm and you’ve got tears in your eyes and you're thanking him

blushy flushy boy part 2

he just wants to protect you and be around you at all times ok :(

hes a good boy

love him

#connor murphy #connor murphy headcanon #Connor Murphy x Reader #connor murphy imagine #cm x reader #deh imagine #deh headcanons #deh #dear evan hansen headcanons #dear evan hansen #dear evan hansen x reader #dear evan hansen imagine #mod kali

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internet-friends-forever · 7 years

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How you first met: Peter vs tom vs Spider-Man

Tom: You were walking your dog through the park, it was a warm summers evening. You were lost in your thoughts, watching the birds fly round chirping towards the near sun set sky. Suddenly your dog pulled hard unexpectedly and you were ripped from your thoughts as the lead came flying out your hand. In sudden panic you chased after him screaming for him to return to you. This was not the time for games, you had a long day with work so you were practically ready for bed. After quite a some time running after your dog like a headless chicken, you stood to take a breath, amazed that you didn't have a six pack yet. All of a sudden you heard a loud whistle in the distance, "come here boy." You turned immediately trying to find the source of the noise, as you do you saw your dog sprint towards a very cute brunette boy with a backwards snap back on, he smiled wide at his success and then looked towards your presence. "Did you lose your dog?" He questioned while chuckling to himself, it then hit you that he had caught him. Without thinking you started to cheer and dance at the final capture of your crazy hound but immediately turned back to him to thank him when you realised how much of an idiot you looked and that you hadn't even acknowledged his existence yet, "Thank you so much" it came out as more of a sigh because of the lack of energy you currently had but this was honestly a blessing. He smiled down at his feet and then looked into your eyes, his smile was radiant and infectious. "Don't worry about it, i got to meet a pretty cute girl because of it" your cheeks started to glow and they felt on fire, you both just laughed. Spider-Man: It was pouring rain, you felt the cold splashed on your face but you didn't mind cause the hot tears that escaped your eyes were warming your face back up. You were walking home alone after just being dumped by your boyfriend of 5 years which turns out bad been cheating on you for 2 and had finally chose her, you weren't having the best day to say the least. You marched up the road past a row of apartment blocks whilst soaking wet, your foot gave way on your step and you fell back into some mud but the mud wasn't the problem, you felt your ankle swiftly twist out of place. "Ah fuck!" You cursed. It must have been louder than you expected because immediately a guy sprinted towards you to ask if you were ok, you couldn't see him as it was rainy quite hard, the hard rain prevented you from seeing the figure above you but whoever he was, he was fast. You felt him haul you over his shoulder and rush to a small shed where he placed you down. By the time you could look straight he was gone, confused you tried to get up but you failed and cursed again. A towel came flying towards you and you caught it, throwing it over you head to clear your face. You could feel the mascara spread across your face but right now you really couldn't care. You took off the towel to see a blue and red suit in front of you, spider man? He picked up a bandage from the bag he came back with then after patching you up he handed you a hoodie to change into. You still hadn't said anything, you were shocked and honestly couldn't believe he was there, right in front of you. "Are you ok!?" He seemed very concerned, you cleared your throat and explained you nightmare of a day and he sighed with sorrow in his voice. Tears escaped from your eyes again but before you could frantically wipe them away, he engulfed you in a hug. He was warm and it really did help you feel a little better. After questioning where you were going he grabbed your waist and swung you both towards your home, the NewYork sky was dark but the many lights lit up the area and it was beautiful. You hugged close to his chest and just took it all in. He swung into your room and helped you hobble to your bed. He told you how to look after it but before he could leave you grabbed his wrist. "Um spidey, m-make sure you come back for your hoodie" a smile spread across your face.The hoodie was adorable, it was science themed and had one of nerdiest jokes you've ever heard written across the chest. Who would've thought the amazing Spider-Man was a secret geek. He laughed lightly and nodded his head "Spider-Man will return" Peter: you had just started your first day at a summer camp just outside NewYork, everyone looked so happy and honestly you didn't want to be here at all. You were supposed to come with your friend but she bailed when she got sick. Your parents wouldn't let you back out once you found out as it was already booked and money is money. You got out your car sighing in annoying while wearing your back pack and shades, This was gonna suck! Everyone was so cheerful and seemed insane to be this preppy but you just wanted to get through this as quick as possible. You got your key to the cabin you were sleeping in from an overly confident camp councillor, thankfully you weren't sharing a room as you pre-booked for two so at least there was that. 2 seconds later you hear a knock at the door, you cautiously sneaked over wondering who the hell it could be, you'd only been here two minutes and knew no one. To your surprise you answer the door to a cute boy with curly brown hair who was just too eager to say what was on his mind to check who was there. "FINALLY, JESUS NED DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES IVE WAL...oh um, h-hey" his face went into a deep reddish colour and he immediately turned away from your gaze once he realised that situation, "uhhh, I am sooo sorry.. I-I was told that this room- I mean I didn't, uh" you started laughing because of this boy who was stumbling over his words, you felt bad but you couldn't help it, he was adorable. "it's ok, I think you got the wrong room" you didn't want to embarrass him honestly but you couldn't help it "yeah, haha... Again sorry" poor kid, he didn't know what to say, he murmured an telling off to himself for what he had done and the fact he was getting so flustered. "It's fine, I'm (y/n) btw" you smiled before brushing your hair Behind your left ear "Peter, I'm Peter..." he let out a small laugh, colour started to heat to his cheeks once again. "Well Peter, maybe tomorrow you could come back but not on accident?" You said, sounding more like a question. Oh god he was making you blush too. "Y-yeah, that'd be cool" with that he walked away and you closed the door, a small smile played across your face. Maybe summer camp wasn't all that bad after all

#spider man: homecoming #spiderman #tom holland imagine #tom holland #tom holland preference

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bunnylikerabbit · 7 years

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The Final Warning pt.5

MCL boys & reader (only boys pov)

Gender: Horror, a bit of supernatural (not just a bit finally...), kind of Until Dawn AU

Warning: swearing, blood, death, gore (smoking)

Summary: What was they supposed to do when they accidentally killed there childhood friend ? They were terrified and panicked but maybe they didn’t took the good decision… Now there trapped in their worst nightmare…

Lenght: 6k

A/N: Hi guys ! Here is part 5 ! I’m so happy to see that people like my fic ! I’ll never thank you enough for that ! Even if you’re not a lot you still make me very happy ♥ I hope you’ll like this part because for now on, this will be a lot more intense :D Enjoy ! ♥♥ (btw sorry for the gif I wanted a doll but i didn’t find a good one... You’ll understand xd)

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4

Castiel pov

Wait. That wasn't the smartest idea. But I guess we didn't had the choice. What else would we do ? Walk ? He must be kidding. Or he must be desperate because that was insane. How could we make our way through the woods in the dark. Night come quicker in the forest, even with a road, it would be stupid and dangerous. I took a seat beside Lysander, defeated. We didn't had the choice, without a car, we couldn't come back home, was had to wait until tomorrow, when the police will come back. It's not the first time we spend a night here. This one was pretty creepy tho, but we could make it.

"Where are they ?" I murmured to Lysander without even looking at him.

I saw him stared at me with confused eyes and I stared back blankly.

"Where do you keep it, you had one left right ? Is it here ?" I continued lowly.

It took him a while to figuring out what I was talking about, but he finally nodded and showed me his pocket where we could definitly see a cubic form in it.

"Can I have one ?"

"I thought you stopped." He finally spoke.

"I thought you stopped too but you're smell tells me you don't." I retorted.

"Right." He half grinned.

I stood up, followed by Lysander. We walked toward the door just to be stop harshly by Nathaniel. He looked like some crazy door guardian who would kill you if you take a step outside, or a very strict and protective dad who would do the same if his little daughter wanted to sneak out at night.

"What are you doing ?" He spat coldly.

"Just taking a breath." I said, surprised, I didn't expect him to be that harsh actually.

"Open the window then." He suggested, more like an order than a suggestion

"It's ok, we'll just be here and we'll let the door open." Lysander gestured to the door.

"I said, the window." And this time, this was clearly an order.

We both stared at him, dumbfounded until he returned to the couch. I glanced at Lysander and we shrugged before turning back to the door.

"Are we going to get out anyway ?" Lysander murmured and I nodded, unlocking as slowly as possible the front door. "You know how he is when his mad don't you ?"

"If the murderer wants to kill us, he'll not make any differences between catching us by the door or catching us through the window. He can kill deer, remember." I almost spat.

Wasn't it true ? A man... No, a thing that could hang a deer on a tree could easily catch two grown man by an open window. I open the door an took a few step outside, taking a deep breath. Lysander handed me a little white stick and I took it with a slight nod. I put it between my lips and lean closer to Lysander for him to light up my cigarette. I closed my eyes as the smoke filled my lungs. It had been so long since I didn't smoke that I almost forgot what it felt like.

"What do you think it is ?" Lysander asked after a long silence.

I exhale the smoke, eyes locked on the burned car. "I don't know."

"It should be terrifying."

I shrugged, I actually didn't know since I didn't see the deer or anything, but the atmosphere was strange and it seemed to drive the boys crazy. Especially Lukas but well, I guess it's not that surprising, it had been a year but he never moved on. He changed so much after that day. I can understand but I missed his old self. Everyone missed his old self. He was so lifless and cold, he was distant with everyone. He was no longer the cheerful Lukas we knew and I'm afraid that he'll never recover completly.

I finally took a glance at Lysander who had his eyes glued to the tall trees all around us. He was playing with his lighter, the small flame appearing and disapearing as his thumb flicked the little button. I stared at it for a while before something hits me. I frown and stared at the car before us. Something was off with that. I stared back at the lighter and took it from Lysander's hand, bringing him out of his thoughts. I raised my hand and lighten the lighter. I brought it just before my head and closed an eye, superimposing both the flame and the car. And then I understood what was wrong.

"Why is the car like that ?" I said but Lysander just stared at me with utter confusion and I stared back at him. "Why isn't it in fire anymore ? Or at least smoking ?"

But before he could answer, I walked toward the car to touch it. It was cold, as if there never had any fire. However, the car was clearly burned and it didn't explode so far ago, it was impossible that it turned cold that fast.

"It's cold." I told to Lysander who didn't seem to understand.

"And so what ? The weather is cold tonight, it's not that surprising." He said, bringing his cigarette back to his mouth.

"No... no there's something else..." I mumbled, looking back at the car.

Now Lysander was looking at me as if I was some kind of paranoiac. I should actually look like one seeing the way I was eyeing the car.

"It's a dry cold. It didn't rain in days, the air is quite dry and there was some wind after the explosion."

"And oxygen feed fire." Lysander continued, finally getting what I was trying to say.

"And where are we ?"

"In a forest. Plus the gasoline it should still be on fire."

"Or at least smoking"

Lysander got closer and touched the car as well. "It's freezing." He said in disbelief.

"And no trace of water or anything that could shut off the fire."

"What is happenning here ?" Lysander asked, running a hand through his hair.

I was turning around the car examining it causiosly when I suddenly stopped. "And it's not over." I said, taking a few steps backward as Lysander rushed by my side, freezing at the sight.

"What the fuck is that ?" He asked, a deep frown on his face.

I shrugged, reading an other time the clear letters let by the flames on the side of the car.

"This is your final warning." Lysander uttered at the same time. "What does it mean ? How does it ended here ? Who did it ?"

"I don't have a fucking clue." I hissed, my fist balled and my teeth gritted. "But now we know one thing. We're definitly not alone."

Alexy pov

My mind was absolutly blank. I couldn't think about anything, the only thing I had in mind was her swollen face just before me, her gaze piercing my bones, piercing my soul. I told it to Nathaniel in the bathroom. I told him about the arrows, about the broken legs, the glassy eyes and the split throat. And I told him I saw her. I still remember the way he looked at me. It was a mixture of sadness and pity, he looked at me as if I was crazy, as if I was hallucinating. I wasn't hallucinating. I knew it was real, I knew it was true. But no one would believe so I didn't say anything else, shutting my mouth and following the orders I was given, mostly in the aim of making me feel better.

Nathaniel helped me a lot, I couldn't deny it. I almost died in fear because of him but he helped me more than anyone else. Be able to breath properly was very helpful too, I wasn't hyperventilating anymore and it was a good thing since I felt like I was about to black out everytime it happenned. But still, I wasn't ready, I was completly in shock and I didn't want the guys to look at me as everyone looked at Lukas. The same look Nath gave me earlier. I truly felt like a crazy man from an asylyum or something.

I stared at my glass while everyone was arguing rather to stay or leave. I agreed with Kentin, we should leav now, we shouldn't wait or we'll all end up like Louis, gone in the middle of the night without anyone to look after us. But walk in the woods by night, I had to admit myself that it was kinda crazy. How many time did we did that Kentin and I and just get ourselves lost. The woods change by night, the nature lives and tricks us. And still, everytime we get to the end of the reserve, we stayed for hours sat sometimes in the middle of the road without any single car passing by. I clearly remembered how creepy those hang outs were by the way, so I don't even dare to imagine what it would like in such atmosphere.

I lift my head when my name was prononced and soon after, Armin lead me upstairs, leaving the boys behind. I didn't complained and followed him whitout a world, as always since I returned in the cottage. We went in my room and I sat on my bed, eyes still glassy.

"Alexy..." Armin called as he took a seat beside me. "What you said in the woods... That she had returned..." He paused, fidgeting with his finger, head low. Than he looked at me and I saw fear in his eyes, the same fear I felt at that exact moment. "I heard her."

I was staring at him but what he said lighten my eyes with a glimmer of curiousity. Armin pursed his lips, eyebrows frown as he continued fidgeting with his finger. "Through the radio, in the attic. Castiel told me it wasn't her but I heard her voice clearly. She... She was saying 'Do you remember what you've done ?' and after that, the radio died. Do you think all of this is real ? That she's not dead ? That she wants to get revange ?"

I looked at him intently, balancing rather I should tell him or not. He said that he heard her, he couldn't deny now. But maybe it was too much. Is she still alive ? Did she survive after all ? She had all the reasons in the world to hate us but I know she's not evil. Maybe she do wants to take her revange, maybe she just want to scare us. She had always be extremly creative, it wouldn't be surprising coming from her. So much details, everything should've been perfect with her, she saw the world with her very own eyes and that's what made her different. That is why we put her aside during our whole childhood.

"Maybe they're right. We should get some rest." I said with a weak and raspy voice as I lied down on my bed, turning my back to Armin.

I didn't wanted to hear about it anymore, I wanted to sleep. If you were alive, then we might still find a way to convince you to forgive us and come back home all together. Even if, deep inside myself, I knew it wasn't that. I felt Armin sighed deeply and getting up of the bed.

"Take a nap, I'll be back in a minute." He said before walking away.

His footsteps filled the quite room before he shut the door behind him and vanished in the corridor, letting me alone in my bedroom, all dressed up on the corner of my bed, curl in a ball.

I staied like this for a while, hoping that Armin would return soon. I wasn't actually quiet serene all alone so I staied as I was, my head hidden on my knees, avoiding to see around me until I hear the door open, but it never did. The door never opened so I decided to get up and change in more casual clothes. Armin was propably taking a shower or something so I decided to sleep for a while. I didn't know if I would be able to close my eyes after what I saw, but it worth a try. I went to my bathroom and clean myself up. It was so uncomfortable. I didn't like the atmosphere in my room, I didn't want to be lonely and I thought more than once to go to Armin's bedroom just to feel his presence. I was like isolated from the world here.

I genuinly avoided to look at myself in the mirror, with all the horror movies we watched here, I wasn't able to look in a mirror in a middle of the night, especially when I was alone. And tonight more than ever. My eyes were glued to the sink as I was slowly washing my teeth. My heart started to fasten as I imagine her again. I was afraid that, if I looked up, I would see her behind me through the mirror. I was afraid to see her cold and hateful glare. I was afraid but I wanted to see, so I slowly, very slowly, looked up but I was only welcomed by frantic eyes and sweaty skin. There was just me, no one else. I exahle as slowly as before, then I decided to quicken my pace and go to bed as fast as possible. I washed the toothpaste from my mouth and ran out of the bathroom, closing the door behind me.

The light of my bedroom where still on so I turn on my bedside lamp to keep some clarity and I walked toward the door to turn off the other lights. What I didn't suspect was that all the bulbs exploded just when my hand was about to touch the switch which made me almost jump to the ceiling, gasping loudly as I stuck my back to the wall. I breathed franticaly, looking around like crazy trying to size to the sudden darkness. Hopefully, the moon gave a slight light, enough to accentuate every forms. I staid frozen, trying to find out any suspect silhouette but their was nothing. Not even a single sound.

I calmed down a bit after realizing that I was perfectly alone and I slowly reached out my hand for the doorknob. I was still terrified and I didn't want to spend an other second alone. I grabbed it, taking care not to make any single sound and turned it. I turned it cautiously until it blocked but the door didn't open, no matter how hard I pulled. I stared at the door and turned toward it. I tried several times to open the door, each time harder, shaking it violently and even kicking it but nothing.

"Armin !" I screamed out, banging on the wooden material. "Armin ! Armin !" I called and called again, louder and louder but he never came.

I suddenly felt dizzy because of the hyperventilation. I was breathing so hard that my lungs refused to carry anymore oxygene, making me panick even more. Was it a panick attack ? It felt exactly alike. I leaned my back on the door and fell on my butt, trying to breath but my vision started to blur. I looked around hastily, not knowing what was happening to my eyes, but then my vision came back, from an eye first, then the other, and that's when I understood that what was blurring my sight was nothing else but my own tears now streaming down my face.

"Armin..." I managed to call one last time, totally hopless, and my sobs filled the silent room.

Did he just... locked me in ? Did he really locked me in ? Was he ignoring me ? Were they all ignoring me ? I wrapped my legs in my arms and started to cry, head hid in my knees. I didn't even heard him lock the door. How could he had done that ? Didn't he trust me ? I wouldn't have gone anywhere so why ?

It was a mess, this whole situation was a mess and all this because Lukas, who was a total mess as well, decided to come back. Everybody knew that it was a terrible idea but we still did it. And now I will probable suffocate to death either because I was totally unable to calm myself down or because I'll use all the oxygene of this room.

I didn't know how many time I staid in that position, crying, but I felt a slight breeze gently brush my hair, making me lift my head. I looked at the window but it was closed. I just stared with puffy eyes and a defeated expression. I felt like they abandoned me and I didn't know why. I sighed deeply and I wiped my tears with both of my hands.

I wanted to get up and go to bed, hoping that tomorrow, everything would've been fixed but when I lower my gaze, something made me froze. Something that wasn't supposed to be here. I frowned and approach the thing hesitatly, not knowing how to react about it. It was a doll. An old doll with a beautiful dress, the kind of creepy doll that's stare follow you wherever you were. I wanted to touch it, take it and examine it but something else catched my eyes again and this time, it was definitly not a doll. I looked up and suddenly, everything connected in my brain.

"It's you right ? You did this." I said with a shaky voice.

My friends didn't abandon me, they didn't lock me in in the dark. It was something far more than that, something so much more terrifying. A tear escaped my eye again as I finally understood what was happenning here and I had to say that it wasn't pleasant at all.

Armin pov

I wished I would never follow Castiel in the attic. Seriously, first, this place always freaked me out even since I'm a little kid, second, there was Candy's voice playing on the radio and third, there're a lot of things here that all wanted to forget. I staied still a bit when Castiel left, assuring me that it wasn't her voice but we both perfectly know it was. How couldn't we reconize her ?

My eyes was glued to the ground. What if Alexy was right since the beginning ? Ghosts didn't exist but why did we heard a dead girl's voice ?

I lift my head and I met glimmering eyes, making my heart skip a beat. I sighed in relief when I realize it was just a doll. It was Candy's, she loved it. Nobody did but she loved it. Everyone kept telling her that it was a creepy doll and that it would wake up and kill her in her sleep but she never listen to us. I remember her talking to the doll one day. I overheard her through the crack of her door in this same house. She was saying to the doll the 'she' would never leave her and that 'she' was her only friend. I first though she was crazy but I never forget the feeling inside my guts. I didn't understood what it was when I was a kid but now I knew. It was guilt.

I stared at the doll, my heart filled with sadness and guilt. We never paid attention how much you suffered from our bullying. Even at school, we had made sure you had no friends. And still, you had always kept your composure. I never saw a single tear escaping from your eyes. Even when we were very young and you looked at us with shimmering eyes, nothing would fall from them. I always thought you had no feeling actually. You never smiled, never cryed, and when anger was clearly readable on your face, you never let it out. I thought you felt nothing so it was ok to tease you a bit.

It was ok until that day. The first year of high school, when your mother called mine completly distraught. When she told my mom you tried to put an end at that. When you tried to put an end at your own life. I remember the look of horror and disgust when my mom layed her eyes on me. She was ashamed. She was ashamed one of her best friend almost lost her daughter because of her very own son.

"See what you've done ? Are you satisfied now ?" That's what my mother told me with a shaky voice.

It actually shook the hell out of me knowing that you almost killed yourself. Even in highschool I still had this naive part of myself that was certain you couldn't feel anything, making it easier to bully you. But when I heard that, I realize that you were just as human as us and that an insult can cause the same damages as any of us. Maybe it would cause even more demages than any of us. And you were at the hospital because of that, because of us. We had visited you just once before our mothers told us it would be better if we didn't come again. And that's how you left our lives for almost three years.

You left like a cannonball letting us all the shame and the guilt we deserved. We weren't even allowed to tell you goodbye before you left for Chicago and I perfectly understood why. I actually wouldn't know how to act if I had to face you after that. But at least, we all openned our eyes and thought twice at what we did to you and we all agreed to be better with you when you would came back. If at least you did. And when you did, you were completly changed, you were an other person an you accepted us without thinking twice. You accepted our excuses and did as if nothing had happenned and it stunned me as hell. I thought you would never forgive us but you did. It was the most kind, courageous and generous thing I ever saw in my entire life time. And now we screw everything up... again.

I didn't stayed that long in the attic and quickly jog beside Castiel to catch him up and head downstairs. I stop few meters behind him, listening silently with my eyes glued to the ground. I glance at Castiel when he talked about the dead readio and the man we barely heard. I started to play with my finger as I slowly grew anxious for some reason. Why didn't he talk about Candy's voice ? I glanced at him few times, I wanted to nudge his shirt and tell him to talk about that, but if Castiel did not do it, it's because there is a reason, so I staied quiet.I waited until Nath called my name.

"Armin, go get Alexy to bed and get some rest too, it's useless to stay up now." Nathaniel told me, walking toward the couch.

I nodded slowly and went in the kitchen to lead Alexy to his room. He still quiet like a dead man, not a single word, not even a glance toward me. I felt sad for him. First Lukas, now Alexy. I couldn't bear to see my friends and brother, usually so cheerful and bright, be so turned down. We enter the room and I look at Alexy taking a seat on his bed. He really look like a robot with no emotion on his face and glassy eyes. I chew on my lower lip, not knowing what to do exactly.

"Alexy..." I finally called back, taking a seat beside him.

I was anxious so I started to play with my finger, eyes glued on it. Should I really tell him about that ? About what we heard ? He might be the only one to believe me though. But he already suffered enough, I don't know f it was a good thing to tell him. But still, I needed to talk about it. What if it was some kind of warning ? What if I don't tell them and something bad happened. I know I was overreacted but still.

I wanted to tell him, I needed to tell him so I get on. I explained what I heard in the attic. I was so anxious. It was so strange to utterd this. In a way, I still couldn't believed it. I saw Alexy's stare change as I was talking and I really thought he would believe me. I hoped he would. He was the only one who would. I couldn't help but speak with a shaky voice, I was so afraid but I forced myself to continue, to tell him everything, or at least the more important. I was expecting him to answer me, to, at least, talk about it. Maybe I over estimated him.

I lifted my head again when I heard no reaction. The stare he was giving me shiver. What was he thinking about ? Did he really believed me ? I looked at him with concern but I wasn't able to handle his stare anymore. It was... strange. I know he was thinking hardly, he put this blank expression when he's concentrate but this time, it freaked me out. I don't know if it's because of Candy and the incident, but he scared me. It made me feel even more anxious and I stared to regret telling him all that.

"Maybe they're right. We should get some rest." He said and lied down on the bed.

My eyes widen as I snap my head to watch his back. What ? That's it ? No ! Why ? I just open up to him ! I just admited that I believed him ! Why is he acting like that ? Did he intempt to give up that easily ? Did he still believe what he told us in the woods ? Or did Nathaniel just wash it out of his brain ? Well it's not a bad thing, I understood that he just wanted to forget about it and just sleep but I needed him. I needed to talk to him. I knew no one else would've believe me... as no one believed him.

I sighed deeply and get up of the bed. I didn't wanted to bother him any longer. He was probably tired and talk about it would just get everything worst.

"Take a nap, I'll be back in a minute." I said and then walk away, closing the door behind me.

Maybe it was better for him to sleep for a while. He was completly traumatized and I couldn't blame him for trying to forget. I walk to my room that wasn't quiet far from his and I crashed on my bed to scream on my pillow. It was so frustrating. Why is this happening to us ? Why is this so confusing ? We should've never come back here. Why us ? Nathaniel's mother could've come instead or even his sister. But it had to be us. The same seven person who killed their friend just a mere year ago in this same damn house.

Or at least, almost killed.

I opened my eyes at the thought. Was she alive ? Was she really alive ? I rolled on my back and stared at the ceiling. She was alive and we left her for dead. We threw her in the water and just left, doing as if nothing had ever happen. I felt sick, I was disgusted, by myself, by all of us. We had abandonned her for the second time after she gave us her forgiveness. I felt nauseous just at the thought of her livid body lying on the ground, the blood, the silence. It was a nightmare.

I felt something slowly tickeling my temple and reached out my hand to touch it. My own tears. I let out a loud sob and I started to cry harder, louder, covering my eyes with my hands. After a year, why couldn't I get through it ? Not a single minute passed without thinking about what we have done. I tried my best to smile and stay cheerful, hoping that it could help Lukas.

'He'll never get any better if I get depressed as well' I always repeated to myself. 'He'll never get through it if you're not able to cheer him up.' so I tried my best. Not even for Lukas, for my parents too, for my brothers, my friends, those who loved me. I didn't wanted to see them sad or worry about me, so I held back my tears and smiled.

I tried to fool them all and it worked. They knew it was hard, but they thought I still had hope, I still believed they would find her. But actually it was eating me alive. Every time I saw her parents or her sister, I just wanted to burst in tears, told them everything. I wanted them to blame us, to hate us after what we did to their daughter. I couldn't handle their soothing words and soft gazes. I wanted them to hate me.

But none of that ever happened because Castiel's words always reminded me to shut my mouth. He told me not to say anything to just come to them if I needed. I hated how he had this ability to see right through me, to see every little signs of break down. But he still kept me up, he helped me keep my composure. Was it a good thing ? I don't know but was it important now ? We were already monsters.

I cried every single tears I held up for an entire year. I couldn't even stop the tears from falling. But at the end, I just stared at the ceiling, my eyes swallen and my head bumping hardly. Maybe I was turning like Alexy, some kind of zombie unable to think or even talk, eyes glassy and skin deadly pale. I get up and headed to the bathroom, undressing on my way to get in the shower whitout stoping my track.

I let the hot water running on my skin for what felt like hours, eyes closed as I tried to shut down my mind. No more thoughts. I had to be strong for everyone's sake. I didn't wanted to be a burden and I will not. I turned down the water and I wrapped a towel around my waist. I stared at myself in the mirror, my eyes were stil swollen and red but at least I wasn't that pale. Thank to the very hot water. I took a deep breath and smiled. But it faded away as I noticed how pathetic I looked like. Who will I fool like this ? My featured slowly harded and I hit the sink out of anger. Why wasn't I strong enough to handle that ? My friends needed me and I couldn't help them. I groaned lowly as I crouch down out of frustration.

I staid like that for a few seconds, watching the droplets fall from my hair and crached on the floor. I sighed deeply and decided to dress up before drying my hair with the hair dryer. What should I do now ?

"Armin !"

I snapped my head up at the voice. I looked in the mirror and my eyes widen at the sight. I though I was dreaming so I blink hardly but nothing change so I turn around in a jump and my eyes widen even more if it was possible. How...? I started shaking hardly as she stared at me with a questionable look. She was here. She was in front of me, fully alive. I run to her and wrap my arms around her. I could touch her, feel her warm and soft skin, hear her heartbeats. Candy...

"You're here... You're alive !" I sobbed out loud and I heard her chuckle as she pat my back. It feels so good to see her, it was unbelievable.

"Yeah in bones and flesh." She chuckled. "Yah what's wrong cricket ?"

I broke the hug and stared at her, frowning. What is wrong ? Was she really asking what was wrong ? Did she lost her memory ? It could be possible after a shock like that. I smiled at her and hugged her again.

"Nothing. I'm just happy you're here." It was so good to see her again. I would never thought I would be so happy to hear this cringy nickname she gave me.

"Gosh you're so lovey-dovey sometimes. Anyway Alex's calling you." I broke the hug again with a questionnable look. "He needs you don't you heard him ?" I shook my head and her soft gaze slowly turned darker making me step back. "He called you but you didn't came. Why didn't you came when he needed you ? What would the other think if something happened to him ?" Now her gaze was blood freezing. It wasn't her, it was just my crazy mind. "Would you be able to handle that stare again ?" I remember the stare my mother gave me when she learnd about Candy's attempt and I froze.

No. No it wasn't her. The dryer, which was still turn on, crashed on the floor, snapping me back to reality and I rush past her out of my room. I slamed Alexy's door open just to be greeted by the total darkness. My heart was beating like crazy as I tried to size my eyes to the dark.

"Alexy...?" I causiouly called. "Alex are you here ?"

I heard a soft shift and a little groan, making me sigh in relief. He was here. I took a step in to grab the doorknob and close the door but a strange noise catch my attention. Did I just step in... water ? What did he do in there ? Did he forgot to turn off the tap ? Did he...? I quickly turned the light on and as I turn my gaze back in front of me my heart stop for what seem a whole minute. I frantically stepped back, my eyes widen with horror. I stumble and fall on my butt, my head bumping on the wall behind me. But it was nothing for the moment. Tears stared to run widly on my cheeks and all I could do was a deep and agonizing scream.

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seventeen-imagines-reactions · 5 years

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Beneath the shadows (Part 5)

General warnings for this story: Horror, Gore, Monsters

Btw, there’s no real Idea behind this, I also don’t know a lot of horror movies etc but some things you might recognize from movies and series.

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“Okay... I don’t know what’s happening guys... I mean what was said about the wall and the box wasn’t a lie but... I feel like it could be a bad idea.” Chan scratched his neck and looked up to the window again. Everything here was so weird, which also means that this could be true. “I know it’s really stressful but it really seems like that’s our only way.” Minho said, even though he normally would be the first one to refuse. “I agree. I think we all do. We slowly turn crazy...” Jeongin clung onto Minho and turned to face his friends. Everyone nodded in approval. “But-“ Hyunjin was now tiptoeing, “if there are no stairs we will fall. We’re up, pretty high.” “We can only try... Woojiin, Changbin. The stairs go down completely right?” There was condensation on the window again. “Yes. They aren’t too narrow but there is nothing you can hold on to. I’d say the best idea is to go backwards. .You need to feel with your hands and feet instead of trusting your sight.” “What?” “If you have your eyes open, you’ll get too confused and would probably start panicking because you see nothing underneath. The stairs are rather steep, and it’s darkish outside. You have to trust your feelings. “Guys? I’m- I’m going first...”

Chan slowly walked up to the window, but turned around once more before leaving. “If something happens you try to find a way out okay? I trust you, if I manage to go down, try to go as slowly as I did. We’ll be fine somehow. Close the window after I leave. Keep talking to the other two, they might see other things.” His friends went up to hug him, each and everyone silently crying to themselves.” “Don’t cry, I’ll be fine. We’ll be fine. Don’t forget what I said okay?” He turned back and opened the window, he closed his eyes and tried to feel the stairs... and to his surprise they were really there. He didn’t talk, he didn’t say that there were stairs, he was too shocked to speak up. It felt cold, not just the weather, but... everything. He was freezing from the inside, shaking. The stairs, he felt under his hands, felt like stone, really cold and the edges really sharp. Chan slowly grazed the next step with his fingers, making sure there was nothing that could hurt him. Ever so slightly he moved some steps down, with his upper body only. He then stopped to turn around slowly and follow the clue given by the others: Go backwards. He knew from before, that the first few steps were safe, after those he tried to feel through his shoes and slowly climbed down.

The stairs were really steep, they didn’t lie. At some points he felt like he was almost standing. “Hel=Wlo Ch”$an.” No way. “Did you really think, I was speaking through microphones? Really? Come one. I see you found a way out. You trusted your friends again. Smart. But did you think I would let you go this easily? No no. But this time I will tell you what happens... well what I’m going to say might be really predictable. You’re not going to be outside of this building. But even if you think you’re free at some point. You’re not going to be free.” The voice made Chan shake more, it seemed more dangerous, more terrifying now. It wasn’t as distorted as before but it was really deep and raspy. And something else happened too, no matter how much Chan tried to open his eyes, he wasn’t able to... the noises from his surroundings also changed. He heard wind before, leaves rattling and cars in the distance. But now he heard absolutely nothing. It seemed like he was in a room again, it got a bit warmer.

After some more steps, chan felt something behind his feet. He wasn’t able to go down more, it was as if a wall of some sort blocked the way. “Is that... what is that?” Slowly he turned around, not sure if he could fall down somewhere, and started feeling around where his feet were. “It’s wood....” His hands lightly touched whatever was there and felt their way up. “That’s a door...” Chan had a weird feeling about this, he couldn’t see where he was, he couldn’t open his eyes. But he still opened it, slowly, to then see... that he was back at the entrance. “What?” “I told you.” Quickly he tried to open the door, he came from. Kicked it, punched it, screamed and yelled but nothing. Nothing changed, nothing opened. “HELP.-“ He cried out. “GET ME OUT OF HERE, PLEASE.” Chan leaned his back against the door and rode down. “Please... I can’t do this anymore.” Tears ran down his face, his eyes started swelling and he got red. He had his knees close to his body and slung his arms around. “I just want my brothers, please... and if... you need me here let them go. Let them go...”

His voice got weaker and the last words of desperation were almost whispered. “Hyung?” A familiar voice said, “-why are you here? We need to get out.” Jeongin looked surprised but he got close to his friend and helped him get up. “Come on out. We’re waiting for you.” “What?” “What what? Didn’t you hear the announcement? There was a short circuit. The major things turned off all of a sudden. They are looking into the matter right now. We’re not doing this tonight. Come on. And why are you so pale?” Jeongin turned around. Not asking any other questions. Once they arrived outside, he saw all his other friends, the staff and their managers. Just like he left them earlier tonight. “He was in there, in one of the rooms. Probably didn’t hear us.” The boys stepped forwards and kinds welcomed chan. “Why didn’t you call us or yell or something. We thought something happened to you.” Woojin said, while patting chans shoulder. “He’s so pale, he must be freezing. Jisung can you get him a blanket?” “Sure.” Everyone seemed so worried and whene Jisung was back they made their way to the van. I didn’t call them? I was crying and yelling? Punching doors... Chan thought to himself. Inside, the boys were joking, laughing and smiling all happy, as if nothing happened.

“They cannot remember Chan, because in their minds nothing happened. Many more things will happen but only you will understand.-“ what? “- but I feel good today, so I’ll give you another tip. You can make them remember. Make their memories work. Figure out how by yourself.” This is a joke right... A bad joke. “Hyung, you alright? You seem so stressed?” Minho leaned over his armrest and talked to chan quietly so the other boys didn’t hear. “I don’t want them to worry any more than they did already. But you seem really panicky. Sure that you’re fine?”

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nataliemd319 · 5 years

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Ever since I can remember, I have always thought about a boy, a man, someone to love me unconditionally. Someone who would sweep me off my feet and hold me when I’m scared. Make me smile when I’m sad. Love me when I’m feeling lonely. Everything seemed to revolve around love. Craving someone to just show off and show everyone that if they wanted love they would want this love. My kind of love. The love him and I would radiate where ever him and I went. You know the cinderella story we all want as little girls. Growing up, Ive managed to see all kinds of different loves. Ones that I didn’t know existed. Love from my parents, love from my friends, love from men and then my children. But no matter what phase I was going through, it was love —— Just Love that I wanted. No matter where I got it from.

Until I met him…… Music was playing and people where about. He takes his hand out to receive mine. I give it to him gracefully. His smile serves a purpose, his stare serves a purpose, his body movement serves a purpose. Everything he presented was meant to be in this world. 5’4 shaped like a titan! As we danced Spanish music into the night, all I can think about is, (Where has he been these 26 years of my life?) I was In eternal bliss with Pedro. Yes, his name was Pedro. Not that much hair on his head but it was perfect to me. Glasses that gave him sight where perfect to me. He asked me if I wanted a drink, and of course I said yes! In my mind I pictured him telling me (Will you marry me?) My yes was to that to. Secretly ofcourse. Shhh, its in my mind. I noticed on his hand, he had a small tattoo with the name of a Woman. Nicole it read. Right down his thumb straight to the hand. As if it was placed there because of his touch. Touches her, reaches for her, Nicole is her name. I felt a deep pain in my chest. (How dare he have this woman tattooed own his hand, I just told him Id marry him. Like what’s wrong with him.) The music brought me back to reality. “I would like a long island blue”, I told him. Thats a drink of hypnotic and Hennessy. Great drink let me tell you, if you want to be off your ass. I knew this every time I had it, But would never order anything else. As he ordered, I stared at the side structure of his face. Everything just sat so perfectly. The way his lips moved when he spoke, the way his nose flared up when he took air in. The gap in between his two big teeth. The mole inserted in the corner of his nose. Beauty marks are what we call them right? Yes beauty mark it was. Because he was beautiful. He smelled of mans cologne that would drop your panties in itself with just one wiff. Dammit, Thinking about it now makes me cringe. I hate you cologne! But back to my reality, which felt like a dream… My desperate dream. He was surrounded by his friends as they where there at this adult club celebrating their adult friends birthday. I said adult, because at that moment I felt like a little girl. The little girl who’s been wanting to feel this way for the longest. I had it, right there, he was right next to me. (he asked me to marry him, How could I say no.) God hes beautiful……. Until we reached the end of the night. We walked outside the club with him on my arm. (Hunny we are going home) his friends pulled up near us and told him to get in the car. “No, its ok, I’m going home with her.” (Me!! Hes talking about me bitches!! Hes talking about me) I told them, its fine Ive got it under control. Ill get him home safe. I was such in a bliss that I completely forgot my best friend was out with me this night, with some random guy she picked up from the back of the club who was drooling all over her. Yuk!! But hey, my prince charming needs to get to a destination. (Natalie hurry up and get him into the car) As we approach my car, I can’t seem to find the keys. While I’m holding him on my right arm and my left arm is reaching into my purse, can’t find it !! I must have lost my keys somewhere. Darn! Random guy with my best friend asks to break the window out the back of my lovely pilot. I looked at Pedro, and said “yes” just do it. He shouldn’t be out here. Its late. He needs to be home. We start to drive to my place which is 30 minutes from the club. On the way there I notice he’s sleeping on the passenger seat, while these two are in the back seat drooling over each other and in heavenly sedation. Just my luck, my beautiful man is sleeping. Looking at him, I have to judge his standards though. Leaving with some fucking stranger. No bueno Pedro. I could have been some kind of crazy serial murderer. I tell you what If I was, I would have taken my time with this one… (Never mind that, in my fantasizing thoughts once again) I dropped these two lovers off at her house. And I started to drive to mine, Five more minutes and I can take him up and tell him hunny where home. But I then looked at the time, its 3:30 am. How would I feel if I woke up in some random guys house. I couldn’t do it to him. Almost like I wanted him safe. Even safe from me. His phone rang. His friends where calling him to make sure he got home safe. He was to drunk to answer, So I answered and asked for Pedros address. They gave me his address, punched it into my phone and started my journey to this 45 minute destination now. Im exhausted, im thinking. But again, I want him to wake up in his bed……. Finally I get to his place, and I help him up the stairs. Hes way to drunk to fend for himself. So I walk him up the stairs in to his room. He tumbles onto the bed, and all I can think about is, (I can’t believe I just drove all the way over here. This is complete bullshit.) Im tired and can’t believe I have to drive all the way back home now. Hes not beautiful anymore. Hes a drunk, who would let anyone take him home. Stupid me! Stupid him!! I took his shoes off so he can get to bed. As I started to walk away, He grabs my hand. I turn around and tell him your drunk go to bed. He pulls me towards him as he lays backwards onto the bed and his force throws me on top of him. I told him stop your drunk, get off …. But then he places my hand on his penis. And boy oh boy, to my surprise this prince just became a king. (Yes your heniest, what do you need?” He starts to kiss me on my neck and I cant resist but to submit my body to him. (Have me my king!) Every kiss, every touch, every stroke was ecstasy. Every feeling running through my body was a feeling I haven’t felt, I don’t think ever…. (I had a whole other life in my head with this man at this point! HE WAS MINE!! ALL MINE!) Morning approaches, and I realize I’m a whole other country away from my apartment, I have to get home as I have 2 boys to take care of and my goddess of a mother stood with them overnight so I can enjoy this night of Heaven, that she will know nothing about BTW! My goodness I just had a one night stand for the first time in my life. I felt disgusted, ashamed, happy and satisfied all in the same time. (Im a satisfied whore) I thought…. I grabbed my dress and left him with a kiss on the forehead. Again he was sound asleep. I felt proud to know I put him in this deep sleep. But then again he could just be overly hung over…. Nahhhh, I did that. As I walk to my car, I notice the windows out and I’m like, Was definitely worth it. Haha….. Driving home, I can’t stop biting my lip thinking of all the versions of last night, from the moment I met him, when I said I do… To the AMAZING SEX. I want that sex, All the time, Fuck I want it now. I drive to fix my window, its now 8 AM, and I recieve a text from him…..

Pedro: ????????

(Automatically I’m thinking , he’s thinking, where did my wife go… She just piano left, hunny, I’m out grabbing groceries for breakfast king)

Pedros Wife: Yes?

(This man didn’t know if it was me he was with or someone else, Thats what the question marks ment! Either way, I explained everything that happened. And he told me he was sorry and he would like to take me out on a date, sober )

Pedros Wife: I would love to :)

If only we could truly see the future with our encounters. Just to know, this was the beginning of something unreal, heartbreaking, loving, exciting, sad…..must I continue…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

#love #heartache #firstencounter

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