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17caratssi · 3 years

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Wonwoo! Will you stay

Jeon Wonwoo! A short series pt one | two | three | four After the rejection, Wonwoo finds your persistence cumbersome. Surprisingly, the quarrel results in you getting new friends.

Our current parents are not the ones who really had you. In actuality, you were adopted to a loving couple that has had no child for 7 years. Your biological parents were too poor to raise another child, and they chose to put you into adoption when you were only 5 months.

When the couples saw you in the centre, they immediately fell in love with you and agreed to take you as their child. You had your name registered under your father's last name and basically became the daughter of their family.

It was illegal at that time, but your parents were desperate to have a child.

It didn't shock you the first time you were disclosed to this information. You don't look like your mother or father, and the brats at school keep suggesting that you're adopted. Your parents then decided to tell you despite your young age.

"You are our daughter. No matter what others say, we love you with our full hearts. Don't forget that, darling," was what your mother told you 12 years ago.

You know they are the best family you could ever have, and they always do. Occasionally, you would thank them. Your mother was never fond of you thanking them, and your dad doesn't have the heart to scold you for the same reason.

He hates it too, but you want them to know that you're very grateful to them.

Your father turns to look at you and stroke your head tenderly. "Where can I find the best daughter like this in this world?"

"You can't anymore. The world only has one best daughter, and that's me~."

"You're super right!" he pinches your nose playfully and has you giggle. "Let's go home. Mommy said she has something for you,"

The next day, you walk to your seat and sit quietly. You feel quite tired from the lacking of sleep. Your friend from America called you last night, and it continued until 3 in the morning. You were too guilty to tell her that you have school in the morning and have to sleep.

In the end, you only got 3 hours of sleep before getting ready for school.

You rest your head on the table and shut your eyes. The students are not making any noises, and you quickly fall asleep.

Wonwoo comes in when you already wake up. He is pretty late as compared to others.

You greet him with a good morning and directly ask. "Your house isn't that far. Why are you late?"

Wonwoo pulls his chair and sits. He's quiet on usual, so you don't know if he's normal or moody.

"Wonwoo, what do you think they have for lunch?"

"Wonwoo, can you teach me Physics? I'm most terrible at it.."

"Wonwoo, what club are you planning to join? Let me join you, OK?"

"Wonwoo, what did you say?" you ask again. You have lost count of how many times to call his name. Wonwoo... Wonwoo... It just rolls off the tongue.

Wonwoo raises his head and faces you. He opens his thin lips and repeats his words.

"You're. So. Freaking. Annoying," he utters word by word as if tearing your heart pieces by pieces. It sends you into speechless mode.

Though he tries to speak through his teeth, some students can still hear him. The girls in front of you are flabbergasted by the vulgar word Wonwoo used.

Never have they ever assumed Wonwoo could be crude to a girl. They study your face, but you're smiling.

"I thought I made it clear yesterday that I'm not at all interested in you. I find you annoying since the first time we meet. You're just a stuck-up rich kid that has no shame," Wonwoo canes his chin with his palm and continues.

"Just look at you. Which part of you is charming? I'll tell you this. Maybe you can get the white boys to line up within a snap of a finger, but I'm not like them. I hate all the girls most when they're rich and think they're superior to others. I don't have to clarify with you which category you're in, right?"

When you and the girls think he's done, you all are wrong.

"I think I should be more clear with you-"

"Enough." the girl with shorter hair stands up and kicks his table. "You could've just rejected her nicely, but you prefer being an asshole, don't you?" she says. Her eyes are burning with rage as he stares at Wonwoo, and they only calm after her seatmate pulls her arm.

"Yeah, Somi's right. I'll talk to the teacher about this, Y/N. We'll have you swap seats with some boy," you read her nametag- Umji, and you're about to say something when Wonwoo interferes.

What he has to say is just him admitting that he agrees with Umji. "Tell everything to the classroom teacher. I can't be bothered sitting next to someone's so annoying,"

"Stop it now, will you?" Somi flares again, and Wonwoo resumes his previous business.

Umji and Somi really keep their word and tell the homeroom teacher the morning incident. The arrangement changes, and you sit with a girl in the second row.

Since then, it's quite difficult to peek at Wonwoo without being noticed.

Every day after school ends, Wonwoo flees before you catch up to him. You want to apologize to him, but the whole week has passed. In the meantime, you make friends with Somi and Umji. The depressing, lonely days become less severe with them.

During the recess, the three of you go to the field and settle on a metal bench. Somi's boyfriend is a basketball player, so she always watches over him at the basketball court.

"Why are your face so red, Y/N?" Umji cups your cheeks and jiggles them. "Are you sick?"

You shake your head from side to side and breathes out loudly. You've been holding to ask them about Wonwoo, and now's the time!

"I want to ask something, but don't get mad. How's Wonwoo's doing?" you literally rap.

"Slow down, Y/N! I don't get you-" Umji holds your shoulder and soothes your nervous heart, but Somi is quick-witted. She reiterates to Umji and then glances at you.

"What's so nice about that a-hole? You still think about him?"

Umji doesn't deny that, but she's curious about Wonwoo. "I don't know. Is it me, or Wonwoo appears to be quieter after you change seat,"

"It's good, though. I hate it when he opens his filthy mouth. I can't forget what he said to Y/N!" you keep silent when Somi makes a comment.

"Maybe he cares about me after all?" you say, unabashed.

Somi frowns and leans forward. "Have you lost your mind, Y/N?"

You shake your head rapidly. "To be honest, I don't feel angry at him for saying that to me. I was wrong in the first place, so he has all the right to snap at me," you sip the grape juice.

Somi and Umji are in disbelief, and it entertains you.

"I don't know if this is true love or you're too naive,"

Umji chooses, "True love, it is," which sounds extremely unpleasant to Somi. She turns away and fakes a gag. "Blergh! Don't you dare encourage her, Umji,"

"Let's go to class," Somi says after regaining her composure. You've been straining the urge to pee since the break started; therefore, you excuse yourself to the toilet, and the two go back to the class without you. On the way, you accidentally bump into your seatmate, Ahin, in the toilet.

She's with her friends, talking about someone.

As you enter a cubicle, you hear a familiar name being mentioned by a girl.

"Wonwoo..." following after is barely audible, "...bullied,"

Wonwoo packs his things up and is ready to leave. He hangs the strap on his shoulder, crossing his torso and kicks the chair. The others who are aware of his precedented action make way for him.

You see him and quickly follow after. Close.. very close, and you grab by his bag.

"You're so fast!" you pant.

"Let go,"

"No! Are you getting in or not?" Not responding to you, you pull him by force into the elevator. Good thing; there's no one else besides you two.

You don't waste a second as you make a quick X-ray on him.

"No bruise, no cuts? Are you really being bullied?" you are still gripping his hands while asking him.

Not liking the skin contact, Wonwoo twists your limbs, dominates your wrists and rebukes. "I'll not repeat it. Get your hands off me!"

"I won't do so until you tell me," You undo the action and hold his again. "Are you being bullied, or you're the bully?"

The elevator opens, and Wonwoo escapes. You're too weak to hold against him, but he was just being kind as to not hurt you.

Since you can't do that again, you just chase after him a bit before jumping on his back. You adjust his bag and cling tightly to his neck.

"What are you doing? People are watching-"

"You don't like the attention, right? You might as well answer me!'

Wonwoo stops in his track. It's dangerous to move since you're not stable.

He exhales.

"The latter. Satisfied?"

"You're the bully?" you stretch your head to look at him. You did not expect that answer from him and squeal nonetheless.

"Thank god! I thought you're being bullied 'cuz if that's the case, I don't know what I'd do,"

What was that?.. Wonwoo wonders how could someone be happy when they're just met with a bully.

"Aren't you a fool?" he struggles to stand straight as you shift your weight to the side. "Get down now,"

"Oh," You climb down and instantly admire him again. "You're so cool!" with your clapping hands, you quick to remind him. "Don't let anyone bully you, alright?"

"My dad's here. Bye, Wonwoo!"

Wonwoo can't read you. He looks up to the sky and ponders. "Why would I listen to just anyone..."

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Sorry for the short chapter. The next ones are much longer, at least to me lol (¯▿¯)

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jimlingss · 4 years

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Sugar and Coffee [Finale]

Chapter 22 - Chapter 23 [Finale]

➜ Words: 5.1k

➜ Genres: 99.5% Fluff, 0.5% Angst, Pâtisserie school!AU

➜ Summary: It isn't hard to be a pâtisserie chef, but it's not a piece of cake either. It seems like for you in particular, life keeps throwing in one wrench after another. It always finds ways to make your sweets bitter. The cherry on top is Jeon Jungkook — a rival with a sensitive sweet tooth who always finds ways to complain about you.

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Baking is an art form. It takes more than just having ingredients and following a recipe. It’s the flavour, texture, taste, and the presentation. It’s knowing why when things go wrong and how to fix it. It’s knowing the right kinds of ingredients to pick, how much of each should be combined, what techniques and methods to use. Baking is therapy. Baking is scientific. It is art. The ingredients are as follows:

Fresh strawberries

White chocolate sponge cake

Sugar

Butter

Eggs

You place the fresh strawberries into the refrigerator as the stand mixer whips the six large egg whites and two cups of sugar. When it's combined, you place a bowl over a double boiler on the stove and whisk until the mixture is hot. You put it on your stand mixer again until the white chocolate swiss meringue buttercream is stiff. The cubed butter and white chocolate is added shortly after until it's smooth. Once you’ve got your components prepared, you slice the cooled white chocolate cake into two layers and set the bottom layer on a cake board on the turning cake table. You spread the meringue buttercream evenly with an offset spatula and layer the strawberries. Afterwards, you put the other chocolate sponge cakes over it and repeat the process. You finish the white chocolate strawberry swirl cake with white chocolate strawberries on top for decorative purposes and pipe flowers with a twelve inch piping bag. “It looks fucking incredible.” Jungkook leans over the counter, peering at the frosted cake you’ve just made. “It was supposed to be white chocolate raspberry swirl, but I know you like strawberries, so….” The boy grins, a wide smile that makes his big nose scrunch. “I love it.” You burst out into giggles. “You haven’t even taken a bite yet!” Jungkook begins slicing the cake. You’re proud of what you’ve made — but it’s kind of sad at the same time. This is the final product of your portfolio before it's ready for submission. You’re glad it’s over, but it also means your journey here is ending. It’s November now. And it’s been one whole year since your relationship with Jungkook shifted. A year ago — when the internship posting went up and you found out he was going to be your partner over the summer. When you were made his exam partner in your fine pastries class. When that Friday night happened and you bursted out crying in the kitchen, and he comforted you to no avail despite it being a cold night where the air bit his skin and turned his cheeks rosy. Where he bought you grape soda for no reason whatsoever other than a poor attempt at trying to make things better. It seems like it was so long ago, but it’s only been three hundred and sixty days. It makes you wonder what will happen a year from now or two or ten. “Not too sweet?” You watch your boyfriend’s expression carefully. Jeon Jungkook has his brows deeply furrowed with a thoughtful expression like he’s trying to give honest output. His fork is cleaned empty and it lowers to grab another bite. “It’s perfect.” He melts into a smile. “Maybe you made my sugar tolerance go up.” “Maybe because I improved.” You loll your head to the side, challenging him. “It’s almost as good as your chocolate-covered strawberry cupcakes, huh?” Jungkook scoffs lightly. “I wouldn’t go that far, babe, but we can all dream.” You sulk. “I’ll find out that recipe one day, Jeon. You mark my words and when I do, I’ll profit off of it.” He laughs, the sound tickling and boyish, causing another smile to rise onto your features. Jungkook digs in, having yet another bite and he lets his teeth rot with the sweetness. It’s not long before he remembers something, strides away with a hum and returns with a cold tray. “What is it?” you ask curiously as he sets it down and removes the saran wrap. “It’s truffles. I made it in my art of chocolate class, but it’s an original recipe. Give it a try.” He pushes the tray towards you and you don’t hesitate to grab a chocolate truffle. You would never, on any planet, deny the opportunity of consuming chocolate, especially when it’s made by Jeon Jungkook. You’ve never said it out loud before, but for some reason he always makes the best. No grocery brand or chocolatier can beat what he often bakes for you. So you try not to devour the truffle all in one bite, opting to relish and savour it. You take half of the truffle into your mouth and chew with the same consideration he had for you. And you’re surprised as the deep flavour melts on your palate. “Coffee?” Your brows furrow and you lick your lips. “Did you put black coffee into it?” “I was inspired by a memory,” Jungkook says with a soft smile. “What do you think?” “I love it,” you exhale in awe, finishing the bite and licking your fingers. It tastes kind of bitter, but it has a sweet note at the end. It’s bittersweet. But mostly ends up sweet.

Life with Jungkook continues. Lectures and workshops become more hectic the closer the end comes, but in between classes and late nights spent in the kitchens next to ovens, you and Jungkook still find plenty of time with one another. Or at least enough that you still have your dumb debates and have your hour of snuggling — which Jungkook regularly falls asleep during. The honeymoon phase of your relationship eventually fades away, but luckily it molds into a comfortable pattern that neither of you mind whatsoever. There are still knowing gazes shared across busy rooms, his hand that often comes on your lower back that you find security in, tender kisses shared when the two of you greet each other and bid temporary farewells. You still love Jungkook very much and you don’t ever find yourself afraid of him leaving you abruptly. Your relationship becomes normal too, so Yoongi and Taehyung has little to tease you both about. They instead relish in bullying Jimin when he ends up going out with a coworker of his at his new part-time job, much to the shorter man’s dismay. Hoseok, on the other hand, while no longer in a relationship, finds an interest in teaching and starts to look into what it would take to become an instructor. You’re happy for him and so is Aeri who tells you she’s considering going abroad someday to expand her culinary skills and cook more international cuisine. She keeps herself preoccupied by improving herself and becomes someone worthy of your admiration. But for the most part, things remain consistent and constant. There’s still bickering over lunchtimes and dinner times across the cafeteria table. Still nights of crashing Yoongi and Hoseok’s apartment and playing games. The five of you also start playing Dungeons and Dragons much to Taehyung’s delight who becomes the dungeon master — and while Yoongi always says he wants to stab himself halfway through every session, you’re sure he enjoys it as much as everyone else does. The memories made are ones you cherish the most. And before you know it, graduation has come. “You look beautiful, dear,” Jungkook’s mom holds back tears as she grasps your hands tightly. “Congratulations.” “Thank you.” “Come on, you two!” His dad suddenly calls, holding an old camera up to his chin. “Let’s take some photos to remember the occasion!” One hand holds your rolled certificate and the other holds your navy gown, you stand in front of the school sign with Jungkook who adjusts his black cap. He drapes his arm over your shoulder and the both of you tilt your heads towards each other and give the biggest grins. The camera flashes. Again and again. The corner of your mouth starts moving as your smile twitches. “How many is he taking?” “Just smile,” Jungkook mutters through his grin as both his parents, his aunt and uncle, Lia and Eunbi, and grandma look on proudly. “He’ll do more if you try to argue.” “Two more!” His dad shouts, despite taking another five. His entire family seems so elated that your heart swells with endearment. “I didn’t know your family would be so happy when you told them we were dating,” you murmur, switching your poses a bit. “You know, your grandma just asked me when we’re getting married.” “Really?” He glances at you and then scoffs with another smile that’s more genuine. “Be lucky she has half a mind not to start asking when we’re having kids. Unless…...” “I swear to god, Jungkook, if you get down on your knee in the middle of our graduation with everyone watching, I’m going to kick you in your shin.” He giggles, nose scrunched, eyes crinkled. It’s not long before Jungkook’s mother drags over Jimin overbearingly by the hand with Taehyung, Hoseok, and Yoongi for a group photo. There’re so many parents, family members, and phones and cameras being passed around that your plastered smile starts to break on your face. Everyone’s mother and their goddamn cousin’s cousin wants three copies of the same exact picture. “Oh my god, kill me now,” Yoongi groans but still has that dumb fucking grin on his face. He looks more like a kid showing off his braces or a grandpa who has his dentures stuck. You think he’s putting on that idiotic grin just to ruin the pictures — even his mom is yelling about it on the sidelines. “Just a few more,” Jimin whispers with more perseverance than anyone else has. “Who is even taking our picture, right now?” Hoseok asks, his brows furrowing. “Does anyone even know who that lady is?” “I think she’s the associate dean’s assistant who’s going to put it on the website.” Taehyung breathes out, his cheeks aching from his smile. “Either that or that’s my cousin’s brother-in-law’s younger sister’s friend.” “Alright, that’s enough.” Yoongi gives up and walks out of the frame. Everyone starts dispersing before there are protests and they’re rounded up for another pointless photo session. But after a while, you’re granted some freedom to roam around with Jungkook. There’s still a few more photos taken, ones with Aeri and classmates and teachers, like Miss. Kang, who you always liked. “I always knew the two of you could be close.” The female teacher has the cheesiest smile and you have to admit, you’re glad she never changed Jungkook’s internship like he wanted. In a way she’s like your matchmaker, but you’ll never say it out loud in case you give her more credit than it’s due. She already seems to know it anyway. “Good luck on your future journeys. You both have great potential.” Namjoon and Sejeong also show up to congratulate the pair of you as well. And they meet Jungkook’s family who seems to adore the couple straight away, asking plenty of questions of what their shop is like and if their son was in any way helpful. But while you’d like to stick around to hear all the conversations, it’s nice to take a break from the bustle to just walk on the paths that you used to take all the time with Jungkook. You don’t know what it’s going to be like when you leave this place. “Aren’t you kind of sad?” Your hand squeezes Jungkook’s and you turn to look at him. “Yeah,” he admits. “But I’m also happy we don’t have to submit projects or do exams anymore. I’ll miss the routine. Of being able to hang out with the guys and eat with them all the time. But they’ll still be around and I have you.” Jungkook’s gaze meets yours. His eyes are tender, soft. You smile at him. That’s right — this chapter might be ending, but you’ll still have many more with him. “Y/N!” There’s a call of your name and you turn to see your family waving at a distance. Your mom holds a flower bouquet, most likely for you and your cheeks swell with a smile. Your arm extended in the air to wave back and your steps quicken with Jungkook’s to meet them.

A lot happens after graduation. There are many changes and alterations. While you’ll still always be learning until the end of time, you’re no longer an official student and you’re thrown to the hounds called the real world. But it’s not all that bad. You get hired back at Kim’s Wedding Cake Company and work with Soohyun who’s returned from maternity leave. Yuna also sometimes joins during the weekends and much to your delight, she tells you that she’s enrolled in the institution as she had wanted. You can only imagine what kind of knowledge she’ll gain and stories she’ll end up having there like you did. But there’s not a lot of time to reminisce when there’s work and a ton to learn, but you find yourself enjoying it more than finding it difficult. Jungkook, on the other hand, doesn’t return to the company. He instead gets hired at a chocolatier shop not far from where you work. It’s only a ten minute walk down the block; five for each of you when you meet halfway like you frequently do for lunch. He tells you that he’s learning a lot, on what it takes in the artistry of chocolate, that there’s more meticulousness than what meets the eye. It sounds like an absolute nightmare to you, but he loves it — especially on the days when he smells sweet and there’s some chocolate smeared on his cheeks. And you don’t hate that he often brings you home truffles and caramels to try. The two of you also move in with each other, sharing an old apartment not far from your workplaces. It’s not much different from how you used to live on campus at different dorms, except now there are bills to be paid and Jungkook steals all the hot water in the shower. You wonder if this is what it feels like to be an adult. “Y/N?” There’s a familiar voice, but one you haven’t heard in ages. A smooth timbre that sounds light and humorous at the corners. You whirl around, regarding the tall man with dark hair, dressed in a dark turtleneck and a black trench coat. His sheepish eyes crinkle in his smile, lips pink and plush. “Jin?” A grin spreads into your face as well. “Oh my god! How are you? It’s been so long! What are you doing here?” “I live here, remember,” he reminds in the midst of squeaky giggles. “And I’m good. I’m actually on my way to a meeting. I’m working in management of Toute Pastries and Pâtisseries.” “Wow, working in commercial bakeries? That’s impressive.” But you’re not exactly surprised. You knew Seokjin always had it in him and you feel proud that someone you used to know has become so great. Seokjin laughs. “Not really. It’s kind of less hands-off than I’d like, but what about you?” “I’m good too. Just heading to my friend’s bakery.” You hitch a thumb over your shoulder. “Today’s the opening. Do you want to come?” “I’d love to, but the meeting starts in twenty. I saw the sign the other day though. The bakery is that place that was being renovated on Imlingss Avenue, right?” “Yeah. It’s next to the department store.” “I’ll swing by when I have some time then.” “When you have some time?” You eye him playfully and cross your arms. It might be inappropriate to be so sarcastic with an acquaintance, but being with Jungkook has made you more snarky than is probably socially acceptable. “So you’re a hot shot, now, aren’t you?” Luckily, Jin doesn’t take offence and simply laughs. “I swear I’m not!” It’s good to see him. You thought you never would again, at least not face-to-face like this. But what you least expected was that your conversations could be so light and natural. It isn’t difficult at all and you don’t find yourself uncomfortable nor holding any resentments. You aren’t sad or angry. It’s like seeing an old friend again. “I heard you were with Jungkook,” Jin says with the corner of his mouth quirked. “That’s a surprise.” “Isn’t it?” Whenever Jungkook used to come up in a conversation, all you ever said to Seokjin was how trash he was. But that was before you really knew anything about him. “But he’s great. An idiot sometimes. But it’s great.” Jin can see the happiness radiating off your face and it’s infectious. “I’m happy for you, Y/N.” He says it sincerely, genuinely, and your smile widens. “Thanks.” The both of you share a little more small talk before you’re on your way. And once farewells are said and done, you don’t look back or peek over your shoulder for another glance at him. You’re content continuing straight forward. “Sorry, I’m late.” The door chimes as it slowly shuts after you, the warm furnace heating the air and melting off the coldness of your skin. “Of course you’d be late.” Yoongi is in his black apron, white shirt rolled up to his elbows and his arms crossed. “We already took the photos, don’t expect that we’ll re-take them.” “A joy as always, Yoongi.” You smile at him, taking off your jacket and putting it on the coat rack at the corner. Jimin comes to greet you and you sigh softly. “Why’d you ever agree to open a bakery with him, Chim? You must be a saint to deal with his shit all the time.” “I heard that.” Jimin laughs. “Trust me, he kept on asking Jungkook when you would come. He’s all bark but no bite,” he whispers but it’s loud enough that Yoongi looks sorely unimpressed. The shop is cute and spacious. It’s rather modern with square tables and chairs lining the walls. The lights come from the sides of the fancy ceiling, and there’s a counter to check out at with a main glass case where people can choose pastries from. In the corner, there’s also several smaller pastry display cases where patrons can grab trays, tongs and fill up their own plates. You quickly greet everybody and then move to grab your one prized possession. “Lemon meringue pie?” Taehyung laughs, watching you put two on your plate. “You know I just have to.” You smile and sit at one of the tables, luckily having it on the house. Taehyung sits across from you. “Man, you’re so nice to let Yoongi have the entire recipe since it’s yours too.” He shrugs. “It wasn’t like I had any plans with it in the first place, plus it was Yoongi’s idea to add the secret ingredient.” “Which is?” Taehyung grins his infamous boxy smile. “Nice try.” “I’ll find out one of these days,” you warn. Taehyung handed you the recipe a long time ago but he conveniently omitted the secret ingredient and you haven’t forgiven him since. “And then I’ll be making it for myself every other night instead of giving my pretty penny over to Yoongi and Jimin.” “Yeah, good luck with that.” He leans back in the comfortable chair. “I’m sure Yoongi will be protecting that from you for the rest of his life. He might be willing to exchange information though if he can get his hands on Jungkook’s chocolate-covered strawberries.” Taehyung wiggles his brows, but you shake your head with a sigh. “He won’t tell me. I swear he’s holding it above my head so I can never ditch him.” The man laughs and takes a look around the new shop. Everyone is here — Hoseok, Jimin, Yoongi, Jungkook, Taehyung, Aeri and you — the entire crew with no one else missing. There are other people as well, sponsors and Yoongi and Jimin’s other acquaintances, but you muse how hard it is these days to gather up like you used to. Everybody was busy and on their own paths. Doing their own thing. But it’s what made moments like these more precious. “I would’ve joined them, should’ve,” Taehyung says wistfully with a sigh. “The original plan was actually Jimin, Yoongi, and I.” “Yeah, but you wouldn’t have been happy.” You take another bite of the pie, chewing in your cheek. “Yeah, that’s true.” “Do you regret it? Going back to school?” “No.” Taehyung smiles gently. “I love learning and I knew after graduation, I wanted to keep learning. I’m not as good at cooking as I am at baking, but it’s still fun and I think I’m getting better. The only issue is Yuna.” The man visibly and dramatically shivers and it elicits laughter from you. “Does she bother you a lot?” “Less like bothering and more like she literally pops up wherever I go,” he tells. “Sometimes I’m just minding my own business and then boom, out of nowhere, I turn the corner and she’s there. I’m starting to think she’s like a ghost or like….like…” “—a witch,” Jungkook finishes and then leans down to plop a kiss at the top of your head. “Hey.” “Hey.” You smile and he leans down to steal a bite of your pie, but you don’t mind much. “You’ll never guess who I saw earlier.” Curiosity gleams in Jungkook’s eye and you grin, wanting to put him suspense for a little longer. “I’ll tell you about it later, but is everyone grabbing dinner afterwards? I haven’t checked the messages yet.” “Yeah, we are.” Soon, Hoseok comes over and introduces his lady-friend that he brought with him as Naul. But you know through advice he’s sought through you a few weeks back that he’s been seeing her and taking it slow. It’s nice to finally meet someone you’ve heard about, and you find that her calm and collected personality fits into Hoseok’s quite well. You also meet Jimin’s girlfriend who is sweet and an avid talker about all things deli meats. At your surprise of how ham supposedly doesn’t taste as good as some other cold cuts, she insists that you and Jungkook need to have a double date with her and Jimin so she can enlighten you on the world of salamis — to which you agree needs to happen. She’s peculiar, but sweet and cute when she’s with Jimin. “So you’re really going?” you ask after Aeri confirms it. She had told you a month ago that she applied to study abroad and you couldn’t be anything but happy. Especially now that she’s just told you that she’s been accepted, you have nothing but eagerness for her. “Yeah, I’m a bit nervous, but I’m super excited.” You pull the girl into a tight embrace. “I’ll miss you, but have fun and stay safe. Stay in touch.” “Thanks and I will, Y/N.” She giggles against you and pulls apart. “I hear Amsterdam is really nice and my aunt keeps advertising it, so I’m looking forward to it.” “Apparently, those Dutch men are really something,” you murmur and she laughs. “You know, if I wasn’t in a happily committed relationship and with my dream job, I’d probably ask if I could come with you cause damn, they’re like a tall glass of water. You need to take advantage of that.” “Who’s a tall glass of water?” Jungkook approaches with a sorely unimpressed expression. It makes you go tight-lipped and Aeri giggles, slinking away before she’s caught in the crossfire. While you and Jungkook playfully bicker in the middle of the store and he grabs you in a chokehold and you tickle him — much to the shock of the other patrons who don’t know you — Yoongi looks on behind the counter with a displeased expression. Except that’s only his natural resting bitch face and not what he thinks internally. Or at least that’s what Jimin realizes when Yoongi says to him privately— “They’re a pretty good match, huh? Jungkook and Y/N.” “Yeah.” Jimin smiles, watching the two of you act like children. “They are.” It’s sad when the opening event eventually ends. The night comes and dinner is soon over too. Everyone ultimately says their farewells, waving before they go off on their own way and you linger just a moment until everyone’s gone. It’s nostalgic to be around them, reminding you of days that seemed simpler and easier, and when you were unaware of these facts. It’s sad to say goodbye since you don’t know when you’ll see all of them again. At one place. At one time. But at least you have Jungkook with you, so you’re far from being alone. “Don’t worry,” Jungkook jokes around, “They’ll be back for our wedding.” “When is that going to happen?” you scoff, looking at him and how his features are illuminated under the lampposts that you pass. You squeeze his hand in yours. “It’s a surprise,” he answers slyly. You grin. “And what if I reject you?” “Then I’ll be a very sad man.” “And if we don’t work out at all?” “Then we’ll still be best friends,” Jungkook says and interlaces his fingers with yours. “I’ll always be here for you. Because I’m lame and I think I’ll always be head over heels for you.” He smiles wide, bunny teeth revealed and features soft. “It’s a promise.” And one you believe in. Luckily, you and Jungkook never split. You end up getting married two years later with Aeri as your maid of honour and Taehyung as the best man — the brunette giving you so much anxiety with his spontaneousness that you nearly wish it was Jimin who was the best man instead. But everything ends up without too many hitches or difficulties. It’s hectic lives that you and Jungkook lead, but ones you love. Ultimately, the pair of you get a townhouse together halfway between the suburbs and the city. You wind up running Kim’s Wedding Cake Company with Yuna many years down the line after Namjoon and Sejeong step down to retire. And Jungkook achieves his dream of becoming a chocolatier and ends up getting silver in The World Chocolate Masters competition. The two of you have your first child together one drunken night when you both think it’s a good idea to have sex in your sacred spot — a professional kitchen. It’s the first and last time, swearing you’ll never do it again when you’re both on your hands and knees afterwards, sanitizing the entire area for fear of losing your jobs for the violation of health codes. But you end up conceiving that night and it’s the first of many kids — rascals with sweet-tooths. Life with Jungkook is a mundanity you could’ve only dreamed of. And you often count your blessings that you somehow ended with such a cheeky, lovable boy.

[Epilogue] “And that’s how I met your grandmother.” There’s a plump toddler sitting on his knee, slobbering as he babbles, and a slightly older girl sitting cross-legged in front of him on the carpet. She’s no more than five years old and blinks up at the old man with matching doe eyes. “So a stupid man dumped grandma and then you came in and saved her?” she asks in a high-pitched voice. “Essentially.” The old man nods and takes off his rounded spectacles to place on the small table beside his plush armchair. It’s his special seat for story time, placed under the picture frames of you and Jungkook over the decades, from your graduation to your wedding. “We were friends first and then started to date afterwards, but yes, it’s right to say I did save her.” “Like a superhero?” He grins and confirms, “Like a superhero. Now, do you know what the moral of the story is?” His granddaughter shakes her head. “No. What is it?” “The way to a person’s heart is through the stomach,” he declares with a smile. “If they like chocolate, you make sure you’re good at making chocolate. You like chocolate, right?” “I like grandma’s cakes!” she exclaims much to his amusement. “What nonsense are you telling her?” You’re leaning on the doorframe leading to the kitchen, sighing lightly as you shake your head with your arms crossed. Your hair is slowly turning gray, but you’re still as attractive — if not even more so. Jungkook always mused how much more beautiful you got the more you learnt and experienced. And he likes the wrinkles around your eyes, even when you don’t. It reminds him of how many times he’s made you laugh over the years. “Grandma!” Your granddaughter jumps up with a big grin that’s reminiscent of a bunny. She has big doe eyes that seem to sparkle in the afternoon light shedding into the cozy home. “Grandpa was just telling me how you guys met. He said he saved you. Is that true?” “I saved him, dear.” You pat her head gently. “Without me, your grandpa would be hopeless.” The older man at his armchair chuckles. “That is true.” “It’s time for lunch, you three.” You hold up your grandson and your granddaughter skips towards the kitchen. Jungkook staggers upwards from his seat with weaker knees and muscles that feel exhausted to the bone. He’s still in rather good shape though for just turning sixty three two months ago. Even when you constantly worry about him, he can still play catch with the kids in the backyard and put them on his back without hurting it much. When he comes into the kitchen, the two kids are in their seats and busy already digging in. His mug that says ‘Jungkook — World’s Best Chocolatier’ sits at the corner of the fruit place mat you bought at the thrift store. The letters of the mug are worn around the edges, handle chipped at the bottom, but it’s still his favourite. But Jungkook doesn’t sit down to eat just yet. He rounds the table and comes to the sink where you’re humming away. He leans his arms on the edge of the counter, standing right behind you and leans in as you turn your head. Jungkook kisses your cheek. “I love you.” You smile, the same one he fell in love with all those decades ago when you both were still young students who knew nothing about what was to come. “I love you too.” Much to Jungkook’s contentment, you lean into him, filling his senses with your scent as you press a soft kiss to his lips. And it’s not bitter whatsoever. It’s sweet.

#bts fanfic #bts scenario #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fluff #jungkook scenario #bts series #bts baking series #bts baking AU #bts baking!AU #jungkook x reader #jungkook reader insert #and with this the entire series is complete #thank you for reading #for those who read every single chapter and every single word I had to offer #I really appreciate following me for such a long journey and I hope it was worth it #:>

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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years

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World Of Your Own ~ JJK [Request]

↬↬↬Word Count: 1.4K

↬↬↬Genre: Fluff

↬↬↬Pairing: Jungkook x Gender Neutral Reader

The private room you were sitting in was beautiful, all of the walls were painted a cream colour except for one which had a painting of a blossom tree across it, with flowing blossoms.

"This place is beautiful," You said as Jungkook tucked your chair under the dinner table, you were out to dinner with him and the rest of the boys. They'd picked out a traditional Korean restaurant and rented out one of the private rooms so that you could all spend time together without being photographed all of the time. Finally be yourselves away from the cameras, flashing lights and paparazzi who asked too many personal questions about you and Jungkook.

"Is Jungkook going to do that with all our chairs? I wouldn't object to being treated nicely like that," Jimin joked as he sat down on his own chair across from you but Jungkook chose to ignore him and sat down beside you. Linking your hands together on top of the table and smiling as he felt the familiar spark radiate through his body. It happened all of the time, ever since the first touch he'd had with you it was always the same. A spark would ignite and spread throughout him giving him the same butterflies as the first time.

"Are they going to be making eyes at each other all night because I don't know if I'll make it through the night." Yoongi faked a gag but it was like neither you nor Jungkook could hear anyone else around you as you stared into one another's eyes. Whenever you did this it just felt as though there was no one else in the room because no one else mattered to either of you. All you cared about was spending time with one another, getting lost in your own worlds.

"Remember when they couldn't be in the same room as one another?" Taehyung laughed pouring everyone a drink before he sat down at the table,

"Those were simpler times," Jin said sarcastically as he watched Jungkook feed you a piece of fruit raising an eyebrow as you were acting as though none of them was there.

Jungkook stared straight ahead at the wall as soon as you entered the room - he'd been waiting for Namjoon to come in which you clearly weren't Namjoon, his whole body had frozen as soon as you walked into the room. Namjoon had promised him that it was just going to be him and Jungkook that were hanging out today and yet here you were looking the best Jungkook had ever seen you before and he doubted you were even trying to look good.

"Jungkook?" You questioned looking at him, your heart was beating rapidly against your chest. Namjoon had promised it would just be you and him for the day, he was going to take you around the markets in Seoul so you could get some new books from a second-hand stall but when you walked into his studio and saw Jungkook there you knew what this was about.

"I-I thought I was meeting Namjoon," You stuttered out, going to make your way back to the door when you heard the door lock from the outside before chuckling sounded. You knew for a fact that it was Jin because you could hear his signature laughter coming from outside the door, you slammed your palm against the glass shouting out a threat for them to open the door but all you heard was retracting footsteps.

"Why would they lock us in together?!" You groaned laying your head against the glass trying to get it to cool your skin down but it wasn't going to work, you knew exactly why they had done this to you. Jin had discovered your not so secret and not so small crush on his band member and was doing everything within his powers to make something happen between you even though you specifically told him it was no big deal and you would get over it.

Jungkook watched as you sat down on the floor in front of the door, worry began to wash over him as he heard you begging for them to let him out. He instantly began to think that you didn't like him, you'd given no indications to it before but seeing you like this was making him panic.

"I'm not that bad to be around, am I?" He was only half-joking so he let out a soft chuckle trying to lighten the mood, Namjoon and Jin were probably behind this. Jin knew everything so he had to have known about Jungkook's crush on you.

"N-No, Jungkook...You're- You're amazing," You admitted finding no use in hiding it, you didn't have to tell him about your crush but you could still make him feel better. You could tell by the look on his face he was upset that you sounded panicked to be alone with him you didn't want to hurt his feelings - it was the last thing you would ever want to do to Jungkook.

"I am?!" His voice cracked because of how nervous he was and it made you giggle at him while you nodded, explaining to him how and why you thought he was amazing.

"There's something I wanna know," Jungkook laughed as you threw up a grape and caught it in your mouth, you had been stuck in the room for an hour now and finally found the key to Namjoon's fridge - in his bottom drawer which was also locked but Jungkook picked it with the help of a pin from Namjoon's desk.

"What do you want to know?" Things with him had been going well, it felt as though you'd been friends for a long time and you weren't being forced to sit in a room with your crush. As long as you didn't have to look at him you would be fine, but he took in a deep breath and placed his thumb and index finger on your chin.

"J-Jungkook?" You swallowed harshly not realising he had been so close to you until now, your heart began to pound and your head was starting to hurt as it yelled at you to kiss him.

"I want to know why you always avoid me," Jungkook had been gaining confidence while being in the room with you, he could tell all of the signs that you had a crush on him. You'd been doing all of the things he did with you, avoiding looking at him, not looking him in the eyes when you spoke to him, you would stutter over your words or never answer him fully.

"Avoid...Avoid?" You whispered and he nodded his head at you brushing his lips right above yours just to test the water and you whimpered out dying for him to touch you.

"That answered my second question," He whispered brushing his nose against yours,

"Which was?" You stuttered out watching as he pulled away,

"Can I kiss you?" You practically threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him deeply, you wanted him badly and you knew he needed you too. His hands snaked around your waist pulling you to sit on top of him as he laid back against the floor of Namjoon's office.

"Now they think they're constantly alone," Yoongi grumbled watching in disgust as Jungkook began feeding you some of the food you'd all ordered while they were sharing the story of how they got you together in the first place. You smirked after hearing their version of what happened in his office,

"You got the most of that story right," You told Yoongi who watched you picking up some food on your chopsticks to feed Jungkook who was waiting with his mouth hanging open.

"What did we miss out?" Jimin questioned feeding himself, you looked at Jungkook for confirmation who nodded at you telling you that it would be fine. It had been three years since it happened so Namjoon wouldn't get as pissed off about it if he found out now.

"We ended up having sex on Namjoon's floor and desk..." You trailed off glancing at Namjoon as he spat his Soju out hitting Hoseok in the face who just wiped his eyes and glared at him,

"What?! That's my studio!" He began ranting on and on about how disgusting that was which was only ignored as you and Jungkook fell back into your own world again, having silent conversations with your eyes instead of talking with one another.

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spicycreativity · 3 years

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The Core Four (Logan, Roman, Virgil and Patton) are somewhere spooky, old house, in the woods, etc etc, and it's a place where poltergeist/demon/ghost/devil/spirit/whatever you want Remus resides and haunts and is scary and evil in. (Or they summon him) And he's like "Ooh time to mess with them muahahahaha!" but he sees Patton and gets like this "Cute boy!" And gets interested in Patton instead.

Boop

Words: 2k

Pairing: Pre-slash Intruality

Other notes: College AU, mild Vitaminwater slander, somewhat based on my own college experience of being straight edge and bored all the time and also owning multiple fist-sized chunks of quartz crystal purchased from the tent outside the gas station down by the on-ramp on the far side of town 🥴 Our abandoned dorm building was not haunted, tho

Content warnings: Mentions of underage drinking (not depicted), mentions of overdosing (non-graphic), Remus is sexually forward toward Patton, swearing, innuendo, etc. Still, I'd only rate this T

While it was rooming assignments that brought Roman, Patton, Logan, and Virgil together during the first weeks at university, it was their mutual unwillingness to break any sort of rule that kept them together. While their peers were drinking smuggled alcohol and racking up write-ups from the RAs, the foursome would sit on Logan and Virgil's side of the dorm suite drinking Vitaminwater and attempting to entertain themselves with board games and Netflix. This, predictably, got old quickly and weekends soon became a desperate battle to stave off boredom and existential ennui.

The fraying thread of Roman's patience finally snapped the night Patton suggested Pogs. The lack of adventure had chafed at him longer than it had the others and he secretly longed for some sort of thrill, even if it meant breaking the rules.

"Ugh," Roman threw himself backwards onto the pillow he'd stolen from Logan's bed, nearly knocking over Patton's mostly-full bottle of grape Vitaminwater. "We're seriously so lame that we can't think of anything better to do than Pogs?"

"Hey," said Virgil from atop his bed, and shook a few drops of açai-blueberry-pomegranate sugar water onto Roman's forehead.

"Sorry, Patton," Roman added, wrinkling his nose at the unpleasant sensation. "No offense, but I'm just so bored! I was expecting more adventure when I finally left my dreary old hometown."

"I thought you told us you were from Los Angeles," Logan said, tossing a package of Wet Wipes down onto Roman's chest. "And Virgil, I understand why you would want to teach Roman a lesson, but please try not to stain my pillowcase."

"What do you wanna do, Roman?" Patton asked, adjusting himself where he was propped up against one of the legs of Logan's bed.

"I don't know! All I know is that I have the most boring Snap story out of everyone in my stupid 100-level History class. Remy went surfing the other day. And he's from Nebraska! How does he know how to surf?"

"There it is," Virgil said.

Roman sat up again and opened up the Wet Wipes so he could clean off his face. "Lightning round! Suggestions. Go!" He pointed at Virgil.

"Um," said Virgil. "Uh-- Sca-- Uh, horror marathon. Horror movie marathon."

"Ugh, no." Roman pointed at Logan.

"Studying."

"Oh, come on. Patton?"

"We all go to bed early so we can wake up and get breakfast together before the dining hall runs out of waffle batter?"

"Guuuys." Roman pointed at Virgil again.

"Man, I dunno, Roman! Like I'm the expert in what looks good on a Snapchat story."

"You're the one who's bored," Logan added. "Why don't you suggest something?"

"That's not how it works!" Roman shot back. "I'm the-- the arbiter, the czar! You're the idea guys."

"Okay, fine!" Virgil leaned over the edge of the bed to better give Roman the evil eye. "How about we break into the shut-down dorms with a ouija board and try to contact the spirit of that kid who OD'ed in the bathroom?"

"That's the spirit," Roman said.

"Ha," Patton said weakly.

"Wait," said Virgil, already desperately trying to make eye contact with Logan. "I was kidding. You can't be serious."

"No, no, that's a great idea! Virgil, go get your ouija board and whatever other spooky shit you have tucked away.

"We're going now?" Patton squeaked.

Logan sighed and swung his legs over the side of the bed. "Roman, anything you post to your Snapchat story can potentially be turned in as evidence and used to incriminate you. I suggest you leave your phone behind."

"Wait!" Virgil ran his hands through his hair, agitated. "You can't possibly be on board with this."

"I'm not," said Logan. "I am offering Roman advice for the same reason high school nurses' offices offer condoms: not as an encouragement, but as a safety measure. Either we all agree to go now or we all agree to go tomorrow night after Roman spends the whole day pouting and whining--"

"Hey!"

"So I suggest we just get it over with," Logan concluded.

"Seriously?" Patton was already pale and shaking, holding a stray hoodie of Virgil's close to his chest.

"It's okay, Patton," Virgil said, offering him a reassuring smile. "I'll let you wear my horn of protection amulet."

It took just under an hour to get everyone changed into darker clothes and outfitted with protective symbols from Virgil's collection. In addition to silver amulets and charms, he had handed out fist-sized chunks of quartz crystal to all of them with careful instructions not to lose them, as he wanted everything back at the end of the night.

But soon (all too soon for Patton) they faced the looming silhouette of the abandoned Monroe Hall. It was in surprisingly good repair despite the lack of security cameras and floodlights to deter intruders. In fact, the only light came from the blue emergency callbox situated a few yards down the path.

"We, genius," Virgil said, turning to Roman. "How do we get in?"

"I don't know!" Roman tossed up his hands. "I'd Google how to pick a lock but somebody" --he glared at Logan-- "made us leave our phones in the microwave."

"I already told you, it's a functional Faraday cage and--"

"Yeah, yeah, how about we save the science lectures for 8:00 am on Tuesdays and Thursday," Roman said.

"That was oddly specific," Virgil muttered, trying and failing to exchange a glance with Patton, who was staring at the ground and turning over the quartz crystal in his hands. "Wait, I've got an idea." He took his own chunk of quartz out of his pocket and slammed it through the glass door, sending a shower of tempered glass clattering onto the tiled floor inside. Then he stepped through the hole and beckoned the others in after him. "Let's go."

Patton made a muffled sound of fear and grabbed onto Logan's arm. "You don't really think there's a ghost, do you?"

"Of course not," Logan said, leading Patton inside and following Virgil to the stairs.

"Wait!" Roman jogged ahead to lead the charge. "Are we not gonna talk about Virgil just--"

"Found a broken door and stepped through it?" Virgil interrupted, bumping Roman with his hip. "No, we are not."

Roman led them up a flight of stairs and down a corridor similar to the one in their own dorm building. All the doors they tried were locked, so they set up the ouija board in the hallway outside the bathrooms.

"Okay, gang," Virgil said once they were all sequestered around the board. "Pointer fingers on the planchette."

"Not our whole hands?" Roman asked.

Virgil shot him a sideways glare. "I'm sorry, are you the expert on the occult?"

"Are you?" Roman asked.

"Relative expert," Virgil said, sticking out his tongue. "Now. Pointer fingers on the planchette."

"I really don't know if this is a good idea," Patton said, extending a shaking hand.

"You should be more afraid of campus security," Logan said. "Although from the state of the building, it appears that we are the first to successfully enter."

"Nothing's happening," Roman complained, his eyes on the planchette.

"We haven't asked a question yet, genius," Virgil sneered.

"It seems rude to barge into someone's house and just start asking questions," Patton said. He looked up, addressing the ghost. "Hi!"

The planchette jerked and began to shake. Anticipating Virgil's accusation, Roman held up his other hand. "It's not me!"

"Shut up!" Virgil snapped. "It's moving."

They read the letters out loud together as the planchette began to move around the board: "N-I-C-E." Pause. "C-O-C-K."

"Oh, come on." Virgil grabbed the planchette and threw it at Roman's face. "Not funny."

"I swear that wasn't me!" Roman said, smacking the planchette down. It clattered across the board and came to a stop by the number '2.'

"Roman," Patton chided, "it's really not nice to mess with us like that."

"You too?' Roman said. He turned to Logan. "Come on, Specs, you know it wasn't me."

"I know it wasn't a ghost. I know it wasn't me. I know Patton and Virgil aren't likely to make that sort of joke. Therefore, I can safely posit that it must have been you. Although I wouldn't make an accusation without more evidence."

"Oh, come on!" Roman put his hand on the planchette despite Virgil's noise of protest. "Hey, spirit. Can you do something else spooky so my friends stop accusing me of--"

What happened next was equal parts anticlimactic and chilling: Roman's eyes turned green and began to emit a gentle glow. He was silent for only a moment before turning to Patton with a chipper smile. "Hey, hot stuff! Nice cock."

"Whoa" said Virgil, scrambling backwards toward the wall. "What the fuck."

"He invited me in!" said Roman, or more accurately, the ghost possessing Roman's body.

"Oh my God," Patton said. "That's not Roman."

"Yeah, no shit!"

"I'll give him back in a minute," said the spirit. "I just had to shoot my shot with hottie over here. What's your name, sugar?"

"Uh," said Patton, glancing wildly at Virgil (who was fumbling in his pocket for his holy water or his salt, whatever he found first) and Logan (who was actively blue-screening). "Patton?"

"Nice to meet you, Patton." The ghost stuck Roman's hand out for a shake. "Name's Remus. Has anyone ever told you you're kinda DILF-y for a college student?"

"N-no?"

"Well, you are."

"Thanks, I guess." Patton sat back and pulled his legs up to his chest in an unmistakably defensive pose. "Um, is there something that you wanted, Remus?"

"I already told you!" Roman's face beamed in a way it never had before, his eyes twitching strangely in their sockets. "I just popped in to shoot my shot. So?"

"He's propositioning you," Logan hissed.

"I…" said Patton, panic whiting out his mind. Unable to find words, he held up his left hand to show off the silver band on his ring finger.

"You're married?" Roman's body leaned forward to read the engraved writing. "True love waits."

"It's a purity ring," Virgil explained, finally extricating a small vial from the tangle of cords and chains in his pocket. "And this is holy water."

"Wait," said Remus, "are you guys exorcising me? Cause I swear I'm gonna give you your friend back. I'm dead, not evil. Also," he turned to Patton, "is that a no?"

"Yes!"

"Wait, so you do wanna bang?"

"No!"

"Alright, alright, damn." Remus leaned Roman's body back, putting up his hands in a defensive gesture. "You know, I was gonna go full poltergeist and try to see if I could make you all cry, but I changed my mind when I saw Hot Pat-tato. Soooo, you're welcome."

"Yeah," said Virgil, "I'm not sure we should be thanking you for taking over our friend's body. Give him back, by the way."

"Wait!" said Patton. "Remus, why aren't you at rest? Is there something we can do to help you move on?"

"Nah," said Remus. "To be honest, I just wanted to haunt the crap out of some dumb college kids."

"Need I point out," Logan said, "that you are also a dumb college kid?"

Virgil looked around at the empty halls, walls of closed doors, the dusty spiderwebs hanging like streamers in the corners. "Wait. There's nobody to haunt."

"Yeah," said Remus. Roman's shoulders shrugged. "It's been kinda lonely and boring.

"Sucks to suck," Virgil said, brandishing the sealed vial of holy water. "Okay, time to go."

Remus sighed and crossed Roman's arms over his chest. "Fine. I didn't really want to haunt you guys anyway."

"I might…" Patton twisted up his mouth thoughtfully, rubbing his fingers along the quartz crystal in his pocket. "Maybe I'll come back and say hello sometime."

The grin that unfurled across Roman's face was so familiar that Patton nearly hugged him. But his eyes were still that slightly luminescent green, still twitching and rolling like he was trying to take in every detail of the world all at once. "Really?"

Patton nodded and held out his hand palm-up. Roman's hand was icy, but Patton forced himself not to flinch as he brought his head down and kissed Remus' knuckles. "Really."

For a moment, there was silence. Then came a gentle warmth, and confused brown eyes staring down at Patton, who only had time to gasp before Roman tilted his head in confusion. "Um, Patton? Why are you holding my hand?"

#you are contractually obligated to point out any formatting errors or typos #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #intruality #college au #spicywrites #patton sanders #remus sanders #anyway i am forever entertained by the idea of ONLY projecting my idiosyncrasies onto the characters and none of my psychological trauma #hence the overshare about college #you can know every exact details of what i did from ages 18-21 but i will never ever tell you how my parents fucked me up #no bummers! funny shit only!

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leonardovaldezz · 4 years

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Of Toasters and Lightning

@bunkernine Nico

Sometimes, just sometimes, Nico thinks waking up is a burden.

Not because he doesn’t want to wake up, life is... decent as of late, if you forget about saving the world, the doors of death, all that bullshit. And even with all of that, he quite likes waking up. No, the reason it’s a burden, especially this morning in particular, is because Leo Valdez is standing in the middle of their dinning room on the Argo 2, remote control in hand as an abomination of a toaster sits on the table. It’s sliver and extremely long, glossy like it’s just been polished. In eight different slots are pieces of un-toasted bread, each with their own sets of timers.

He’s grinning so wide it almost takes up the entirety of his face, hands proudly planted on his hips, dark brown eyes twinkling with excitement. And much to Nico’s surprise Annabeth is next to him, looking simultaneously defeated and curious, grime swiped across her cheek. Nico almost feels sick, she was probably helping him with this.

“Welcome,” Leo says, sweeping his arms over the monstrosity, “To the Leabeth toaster. Patent pending.”

Nico blinks. Percy is oooing and ahhhing at the thing like they’ve just presented the cure for cancer, messing with the knobs and running his hands across the metal.

Annabeth snorts, “We are not calling it that.” She says simply, and Nico wonders briefly if this is actually a dream.

Hazel just looks confused, gingerly reaching out to touch it, looking like she expects it to somehow transform and chase after her.

“Why do we have a toaster with eight slots?” She asks, sounding genuinely confused. And yeah, Nico feels the same way.

Leo grins and he’s basically bouncing in place. “I’m glad you asked! The new and improved octa-toaster-”

“We’re not calling it that either.” Annabeth interupts, looking like she’s fighting a smile.

Leo just blows past the interruption. “-was created to service all of our bread toasting needs! Now with new and improved technology we can all toast our bread at the same time, in the same toaster! No more waiting in line, just pick a slot and be on your way!”

Percy looks starry-eyed, “Genius.” He says. Now Nico knows it isn’t a dream, no one can beat Percy Jackson in the art of being ridiculous, not even dream Percy.

Jason and Frank stand at the edge of the table, and Jason’s pinching the bridge of his nose. Frank looks amused, but worried. Nico isn’t surprised, the guy’s always worried.

“Won’t it take like. A lot of power to run this?” He asks, eyeing the octa-toaster.

Annabeth shakes her head, “No, just a quick zap of lightning from our resident boy wonder here and it’ll run just fine for about a week. That’s how me and Leo designed it, at least.” They bump fist. Nico thinks he might go into cardiac arrest.

Piper looks endlessly amused, “I call this slot!” She says, standing at the fourth one down. “Also I demand a presentation, does it toast perfectly on all sides? Does it have the right amount of spring to make the toast pop out after it’s done?”

Percy nods, “Spring is important, that’s what makes a good toaster.”

Nico rubs his eyes, walking over to the table to get a better look at the thing. It doesn’t look as simple as a regular toaster, it’s got way too many buttons and settings to even be considered. And as much as he hates to admit it, it’s... cool. Dumb, but very cool. There’s even a button that adds butter while it’s cooking. And also, he’s curious. He wants to know if it can cook all of the bread at different temperatures all at once.

“You guys are ridiculous,” Jason says, but he’s fighting off a smile and Nico knows he thinks this whole thing is funny, “It would’ve been more efficient for all of us to wait to use the toaster one by one.”

“That’s no fun!” Leo chirps, waving his controller in the air, “Besides, this baby doesn’t just toast your bread, it’s more than a mere bread warmer! It has range!”

Nico snorts, “Oh yeah, it sure does, range that takes up the entire table.” He jokes, pressing down on the pre-buttered button, “Now come on, I want to see how this thing works.”

“Jason,” Frank says, “If you could please do the honors of zapping our giant toaster machine?”

Jason’s face contorts, “What? No way!”

Percy tsks, “Come on dude, don’t let us down, we all want to see the wonders of the octa-toaster!” Annabeth shoots him a dirty look, probably for addressing the toaster as ‘‘octa-taster”, but it’s too late now, the name has already stuck with everyone.

And Nico doesn’t know who starts it, but a chant of Jason’s name starts filling the room. (It was him, he started it).

After a few minutes Jason caves, “Alright alright, everyone stand clear.” And everyone cheers as he points his finger at the contraption, moving their hands and stepping back. Lighting shoots from his finger and dances across the metal, zapping and flickering until it eventually settles. Everyone holds their breath, and for a moment it’s silent in the room. When nothing continues to happen, Hazel’s voice is the first to break the silence.

“Uh,” she looks disappointed, Nico makes a mental note to talk to her more about technology, he doesn’t know much either but they could learn together, “Is this what’s supposed to happen?”

“No, definitely not.” Leo answers, and he’s tinkering with the remote, “Hold on let me just-” He presses a button and with a swirl of clicks and clacks the machine thrums to life, shaking the table as it warms up. Everyone cheers and Leo’s got a big, shit eating grin on his face. “Everyone make your selections now! I’m gonna send these babies down in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!”

With preferences for time toasted, buttered, jellied, and all of the other bells and whistles, Leo presses a button, and all of the bread goes down with a whoosh.

Now, Nico thinks, is the waiting game. If the entire toaster doesn’t burst into flames he’ll call it a success. Which shouldn’t be too hard, Leo’s a pretty smart guy, and besides Annabeth helped him with this... creation, she would’ve factored in things like: mass fire started by overheating of a eight slotted toaster. It’s actually all a little crazy to think about, if Nico is honest. They’re supposed to be on this serious quest to save the world and whatnot, but somehow in between it all they’re still finding time to be dumb teenagers. And if the excitement in the room as everyone waits for the first pieces of toasts to pop up is anything to go by, then Nico knows sometimes they need breaks like this.

The first pieces of toast pop up, and everyone gasps. It’s Pipers, and she takes it out and slowly inspects it. It’s lightly toasted and jellied, grape jelly specifically. We all watch in anticipation as she brings it to her nose, sniffing before taking a bite out of it. We all hold our breath as she chews.

She swallows, and her brown eyes are blown wide, “Holy. Shit.”

As if on cue other pieces start popping up and everyone goes into a frenzy, Nico thinks he can hear Hazel yelling about how it’s been pre-cut in triangles for her, and somewhere in the distance he can hear Percy trying to convince Jason to carve a smiley face into his toast with lightning. Idiots.

He crosses his arms, his toast is the only one that hasn’t popped up yet and he’s starting to get impatient. Just when he thinks he’s going to have to complain a hand lands on his shoulder, squeezing lightly. Normally he would jump at the touch, whirl around and start something, but no one else on the ship is bold enough to touch him but his sister and a very persistent Leo Valdez. Nico doesn’t need to turn his head to know the boy has a smile on his face, and he knows it’s him because of the excessive amount of heat that rolls off his skin.

“Patience, young grasshopper. Perfect toast requires the utmost control.” Leo jokes, and Nico begrudgingly cracks a smile. He’ll never actually admit it out loud but. Leo is funny. Or he’s just an idiot, which means Nico probably has a thing for idiots. “Yes of course, Sensei, I remember your lessons.” Nico jokes back, turning his head to look at him, and just like he suspected that smile is firmly in place. “To be in control of the toast is to be in control of oneself.” Leo burst out laughing, and Nico is so caught up in it he doesn’t even notice when his toast pops up.

#heros of olympus #Percy Jackon and the Olympians #percy jackson #annabeth chase #jason grace #Nico di Angelo #Leo Valdez #hazel levesque #frank zhang #piper mclean #slight valdangelo #?? Idk I’ll just tag it just in case #valdangelo #PJO/HOO #PJO #hoo

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Class teddy bear

lzuku Midoriya x super affectionate f!reader

A/N: Hello my beautiful readers! It’s your friendly neighborhood big tiddy goth gf and lowkey weeb 💖Here we have a slight crack/fluff fic featuring reader loving on the sweet broccoli headed boy. This fic was especially inspired by @birds-have-teeth and their blog so go check them out! My affectionate/nurturing side goes haywire whenever I see him. Yes I know people don’t like him but I have the insatiable urge to wrap him in my arms and tell him what a good boi he is so here we go. Shoutout to writing senpais who gave my last fic lots of love and thank you for the support 💖🥺💖 @trafalgar-temptress @queensynderella @kingtamakimurder

You were always affectionate. Always ready to give hugs and hold hands if someone needed it. You had open arms for anyone (besides that nasty grape bastard) and everyone was used to it, the girls of class 1-A being extra affectionate with you. You were most thankful for Mina, Kirishima, and Tooru who especially seemed to share your joy in being close with others.

You never pushed your affections on anyone while always asking for permission the first few times. You slowly got the entire class used to it. You even got Iida used to it, which is a mystery in itself. Platonic cuddle sessions were common between your friends, even the male ones. But you could never get one certain green curly haired boy used to it.

It annoyed the hell out of you but you were blind to the fact he wasn’t used to affections from girls, much less pretty girls. Pulling him in for a hug made him freeze for a few seconds or even passing out on a few occasions. He never complained or rejected your actions so that confused you even more.

You were early as usual and made your way to class. Suddenly you saw the sharp toothed unbreakable sweetheart in the halls walking next to the always yelling angry explosive blonde. Your heart raced excitingly and you called out to your favorite red headed cuddle buddy to indulge in your daily routine.

“KIRIIIIIIII~” you sang as you sprinted toward him in the mostly empty hall. Ignoring the weird looks you always got with smile, you ran with open arms and a bright smile. He turned and smiled brighter than the sun at you, bracing himself for impact with his own open arms. You launched yourself at him and he caught you with a laugh, wrapping his arms around your waist and squeezing you in a bear hug that made your day just so much brighter.

You latched yourself to him like a koala, nuzzling your cheek against his and holding onto his strong broad shoulders. “Good morning Kiri!” You sang, giggling softly in pure glee as he held you. “Good morning teddy bear!” He greeted back happily, showing off his sharp teeth with a blinding smile. You heard a very aggravated “Tch” next to you and you turned to look at the angry hedgehog.

“You can get a hug too Bakugo, I know you’re jealous cause you’re secretly a cuddle bug too~” you smiled cheekily at him. He shoved his hands into his pockets and looked away with a small blush on his cheeks. You giggled once again. Kiri put you down and you readjusted your uniform before walking right up to Bakugo.

You looked up at him with an excited twinkle in your eyes for a moment before you pulled him for a short hug. You wrapped your arms around his thin waist and nuzzled your face in his chest. (Damn Bakugo, what you doing out here lookin like a whole ass snack???)

He froze before a moment and then hugged you back, wrapping his strong arms around you while resting his chin on top of your head. All with a bright pink blush on his cheeks and his ears, his signature scowl still stuck on his face. You pulled away and gave him a playful smile. “See? I knew you were secretly a cuddle bug, takes one to know one. But I’ll keep it a secret tough guy.” You shot him a flirty wink before running to the classroom. The distant screaming of Bakugo combined with Kirishima laughing and the popping of his explosions making you yourself laugh.

You made it to the classroom, and were greeted by Mina and Tooru who immediately took you by the hands and pulled you down to your desk, where you set your stuff. You gave a bright good morning to Iida and Todoroki and received a polite good morning and nod respectively from the boys. You knew they weren’t big on affection even though you had a feeling if you got Todoroki used to it, he would be the biggest cuddle monster in the world.

The next person who came into the classroom was the target of your affections and long time crush. None other than the greenette with wild curly hair, cute freckles and big green eyes that made your loving side go into an almost violent frenzy. Your eyes lit up like a Christmas tree and gave a girls a knowing look. They gave a small nod and went back to talking to whatever they were discussing. They were used to your loving antics by now and shared a hushed giggle with one another. You shot up from your seat and parkoured over several desks from your seat in the back of the room.

You got to him and immediately pulled him into the room and grabbed a hold of his hand, interlacing your fingers together while guiding him to his desk. You then pulled him into a tight hug. You pressed his face in your chest and softly pet his hair.

“Good morning, my sweet green bean! How’s the cutest sweetie in the world today?” You cooed at him. Ignoring the giggles from your friends, you released him when you realized he probably couldn’t breathe. You said a small sorry and took a good look at him, he was full body blushing and was trying to stutter out a good morning back. Poor boy was so overwhelmed he froze in place while his mind was racing a billion miles an hour.

You were confused as to why he was so red and you thought he had a fever. So you checked, taking his cute face into your hands while you looked at him, your thumbs rubbing comforting circles on those chubby freckled cheeks automatically. Your actions soothed his panicking and he just silently enjoyed your affections.

Poor broccoli boy thought he would melt into a puddle. Seeing you so focused on him made his heart race. He admired your face silently, looking carefully at your beautiful sparking eyes and the slight pink tint on your soft lips. He wondered if your lips tasted as good as they looked.

What you did next almost made his heart stop. You gently pulled his face to yours and brushed your nose with his, all while smiling so happily he thought dying like this wasn’t the worst way to go out. His heart was beating against his ribcage so violently it almost hurt. He snapped out his haze when he realized he had to reply.

He blinked a few times and tried to clear up the heat radiating off of him with a deep breath. His face turned from fully red to just a bright pink blush on his cheeks and ears. He took in another deep breath and focused his train of thought to forming a response.

“G-g-goodmorning Y/N-chan! I’m doing great!” was all he could manage to get out in his wild state of mind. He cursed himself internally for stuttering in front of you and wishing he was smooth enough to make YOU blush.

You still hadn’t let go of his impossibly cute face, thinking of how cute it was that he was resting his face in your smaller hands like a tired puppy. You internally squealed in delight. He was so cute that you wanted to kiss him but it took every ounce of your self restraint to not to when you realized you both were in class. You quickly glanced at the clock and reluctantly let go of his face.

“Oh my, class is about to start! I’ll see you in a bit cutie pie!~” you beamed at him before you left, walking away to your own desk with an extra pep in your step. He froze for a moment, trying to process the interaction with you. He placed his stuff under the small table and sat down at his desk. He took a few moments to collect himself and then pulled out his hero journal.

He scribbled down your actions and his thoughts on what you did this morning. He willed away his blush somehow when everyone else filed in. He was trying to figure out why you were as affectionate as you are not that he disliked it. All throughout the school day, he would sneak quick glances at you.

He couldn’t fully pay attention in class. It was a rare chill day so he didn’t have to worry about trying to form a coherent thought while you’re in your hero costume. He tried to focus on his lessons, but his train of thought always led back to you. He was quite smitten with you, little to your knowledge.

He recalled how soft your hands were and how gentle you were with him. He was daydreaming about you and your life together, if he was so lucky to get to spend his life with you. You were warm and inviting, always smiling and befriending anyone and everyone. You even got Kacchan to give you hugs. KACCHAN!

That in itself was no easy task, heavenly beings knows Izuku tried to make peace with the ash blonde. But you seemed to do it so easily. You were smart, unbelievably beautiful, friendly and so KIND. He was struck with a wave of insecurity.

What if you didn’t like him the same way he liked you? He got help and got lucky, inheriting one for all and a spot in UA. What if his luck ran out before it got to you? What if he couldn’t make you happy? Did he even deserve you? What if you found someone that suited you better? Could he take it?

His thoughts were interrupted by a cold hand placed on his shoulder. He jumped about 10ft in the air from shock before he whipped his head to look at who broke him out of his thoughts. It was Todoroki thankfully, he sighed in relief. The half and half boy spoke first.

“Class just ended. I saw you couldn’t pay attention in classes today, so I took notes for you. You like her don’t you? Y/N?” Izuku gave him a surprised look with a light pink on his cheeks and then nodded once. He’s been friends with Shouto for awhile but his observational skills and blunt tone always surprised him.

“You should tell her, she likes you quite a bit you know? She coddles you more than anyone else in class. Just ask her out.” Todoroki stated as both boys were walking back to the dorms to change and do their homework in the peace of their rooms. Izuku was filled with determination as he and Todoroki walked. He made a plan to ask you out on a date in your room later that night.

You arrived at your room, opening the door then shutting it and plopping your things down roughly after taking off your shoes. You loudly groaned at the amount of homework that was assigned as you took off your uniform and bra before making your way to the dresser to pick out something comfortable to wear.

A green pair of sleep shorts and black oversized t shirt with all might on the front of it is what you chose. You smiled at color combo, thinking about the cute greenette and his wild curls. You quickly pulled them on and went to grab your bag to take out your insane amount of homework. ‘I know we had a chill day but going plus ultra on the amount of homework is a bit ridiculous isn’t it?’

You tied your hair up in a messy bun and set everything up before getting to work. You did your math first, just to get it out of the way. (I hate math, bruh id rather write a thesis on zuko from avatar the last airbender’s character arc.) Then onto English, then social studies, then hero studies.

More than a few hours later, everything was done. You dragged your hand down your face before harshly rubbing your eyes. ‘Fuck I finally finished’ you internally groaned as you looked at the digital clock on your desk. It was 8pm. You packed up your stuff and then flopped down on your bed like a ragdoll.

Before you could get a full chance to fully relax you heard someone knock at your door. You got up and looked through the peephole, just to see your crush. You panicked, not wanting him to wait at your door but you also thought you looked like a mess. (You didn’t you beautiful thing 😘) You quickly opened your door just to come face to face with the shy boy.

“H-hey, cutie pie! What’s up?” You cringed at your stutter. His body language was trying to be confident but nervous to say the least. Not that you were any better. He was anxiously playing with his fingers but looked you dead in the eye for second before shutting them tightly. A bright blush overtook his face as he glanced at your outfit, the shirt was so big that made it look like you weren’t wearing pants. Before his R rated thoughts could take over he spoke.

“I-I LIKE YOU A LOT Y/N-CHAN AND I WAS WONDERING IF YOU W-WANTED TO GO ON A D-DATE WITH ME THIS SATURDAY!” He nearly yelled. Eyes still squeezed tight in embarrassment as he gripped his scarred hand together. Saying you were caught off guard was an understatement.

Your crush, the cute green bean? The sweet shy boy who could barely look you in the eye sometimes and passed out during your hugs, just asked you out on a date????? You were overjoyed of course but also taken aback by him nearly yelling his love for you.

You were stunned for a moment, mostly because you didn’t expect this. You snapped out of your confusion while a bright smile took over your face. While you were silent, Izuku was waiting for your rejection. His heart was racing out of nervousness and he started to sweat lightly. Your response stopped his self doubt and anxiety from spiraling out of control.

“Of course, Izu-kun! I would love to go on a date with you! I’ve liked you since the beginning of the year and you always seemed so nervous around me so I was just a bit surprised.” You replied brightly. His eyes opened in shock and he stopped shaking. When did he start shaking?

“I’ll uhh- pick you up here on Saturday at 6? Is that alright?” He was talking normally now albeit still nervous. You nodded at him with a bright smile before you took a step foreword and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. You felt him freeze. He stared at you in amazement and with the all the love he could offer. When you stepped back you saw he had placed a hand on the cheek that you had kissed, with the blush on his face still on his cute cheeks.

“See you then cutie~!” You sang as you stepped back into your room and gently shut the door. He broke out in a bright smile while he walked back toward his dorm. He was so excited and happy that he was practically vibrating. Not only did you say you’d love to go out with him but you confessed that you’ve liked him since the beginning of the year? He was overjoyed to say the least.

When he got back to his room, he flopped down on the bed with a bright smile on his face while staring at the ceiling. He pulled a pillow to his face and let out an excited squeal into it. The first step was taken and now he just needed to gather up the courage to take the rest of them with you.

Izuku‘s was heart racing and his cheeks hurting from how hard he smiled. He couldn’t wait till Saturday.

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More Or Less [H.H.]

Request: Hi hey hello!!! I love your work so much it’s so well written!! Could you do and one set during D3 where Hook and (y/n) are in love and the Knights of “Knight Fall” wind up taking (y/n) back to Audrey as a bargaining chip for the VK’s and Harry. Harry gets angsty and really pissed, The VK’s try to calm down Harry but Harry is ready to meet any of Audrey’s demands and there’s possibly an argument with the VK’s where he finally admits he loves (y/n). Flash forward to the fight scene and instead of Celia, Audrey has a unconscious (y/n). Long story short, Mal wins, and Harry RACES up the tower to get (y/n). He’s worried she won’t wake up, then she does. And all is well.

A/N: okay so i didn’t even realize until i’d written the entire thing, but i strayed from your request a little. its still basically the same, but she gets taken in a different.

Please don’t plagiarize my work!

Word Count: 2,531

You couldn’t believe your own eyes.

The sight before and around you, it was... it was unlike anything you’d ever seen. Having grown up on the Isle, Auradon seemed like a far-away dream that it would never come to life. And yet, here you were, stood amongst greens and blues and pinks and just every colour that seemed like a dull imitation back on the Isle.

Then, something catches your attention out of the corner of your eye and with a gasp, you rush towards one of the bushes. With hesitance and a gentle hand, you let your fingertips trace along the object that managed to catch your attention. The beautiful pale blue colour was what had caught your attention at first, but upon closer inspection you realized it was so much more.

There was so much detail within the small thing. Things that looked like leafs protruding from the middle, and when you leaned in, you were hit with a pleasant smell.

With sparkling eyes, you turn to Evie; “what is this?”

Evie turns to you, brows furrowed before her eyes fall on what you’re gently holding. Then, her gaze softens, almost turns pitiful and she smiles warmly your way; “it’s called a flower.”

“A flower,” you whisper, biting your bottom lip.

It was beautiful...

Just then, a hand falls on your lower back, causing you to turn and meet the eyes of Harry. “Look,” you exclaim brightly, eyes twinkling with delight as you gesture in the direction of the flower. “It’s the colour of your eyes.”

There’s a brief moment where Harry just stares back at you, as if caught off by your compliment. But then, his gaze warms and he smiles down at you, pulling you closer. It’s then you notice the hand tucked behind his back. “I brought ye a gift,” he whispers, pulling his hand out from behind his back and presenting you with something coloured green.

Brows furrowed, you pause; “what is it?”

“Apparently, it’s a grape. A fruit.”

“A grape,” you mumble softly, taking the piece of food and popping it in your mouth. You jump slightly as it pops in your mouth, but then, you’re overwhelmed by the flood of juicy-ness that hits all your taste buds. Again, unlike anything you had ever tasted before. “It’s delicious.”

“I know,” Harry grins, smirking down at you.

“Now I see why my sister kept me locked up on the Isle,” you tease lightly, meeting Harry’s gaze. “I’d just eat all their food.”

“Well, now, you can.”

Smile faltering slightly, you move to grip the collar of Harry’s vest, tugging him closer to you. Your eyes wanders absentmindedly towards the others, noticing that they’re all too busy to even notice you and Harry have wondered off a little. Your eyes lingering on your sisters for a moment longer, regrettably, before you blink, turning back to Harry. “Do you think this is finally it?” You question, your voice quiet as you’re scared of the answer. “We’re finally off that island?”

Harry inhales deeply, eyes flickering around before settling on the edge of his hook, stuck in thought. “Maybe,” he finally shrugs, glancing over his shoulder. You know exactly who his eyes fall on. “I just don’t trust her.”

When you finally got over your initial shock and Mal made it clear you needed to start getting down to business, the lot of you split.

Of course, you’d gone off with Harry. Even if you hadn’t wanted to, which of course you did, Harry wouldn’t had let you go off with your sister anyways. He wanted to keep an eye on you, and even if realistically you would’ve been with Uma, he’d professed it wasn’t the same as personally being there. Thus, that left you with him and Gil and Jay and Carlos left searching for Ben.

“Ben!” Carlos bellows, though his voice really fades to the back of your mind.

You hate to admit it, but your mind just keeps wandering. It’s just different here, compared to the Isle. Of course, you’d always known that. But you’d never known what the other side looked like, and now, being able to compare... It made the whole sting of being left behind by your very own sister ten times worse. How could she never come back for you after she saw what this place looked like?

When she saw how much better it was? Even if you had Harry, still.

“Boy!” Carlos’ talking dog, Dude, exclaim, causing the lot of you to pause. “Something stinks. And this time, it wasn’t me.”

You pause, glancing around before you find yourself jumping at the sound of a loud roar. Your head snaps upwards, eyes landing on... something furry? It’s almost comical at first, but then it lets out another loud roar and swipes it’s hand out in front of itself, causing the lot of you to jump backwards. A hand presses against your stomach, pushing you back and glancing up, you find Harry standing in front of you protectively.

“Stay back,” he whispers, to which you nod, eyes turning back to the danger that loomed before you.

Jay taps Harry on the shoulder, warning him and allowing him to duck in order to dodge a hit to the face. Then, he lashes forward with his hook, managing to knock the beast back slightly. Only, that reinforces his attention on you.

You freeze when his eyes zone in on your own.

“Y/N!”

With a gasp, you duck, just barely managing a hit to the face, letting out a small scream. You glance back up, trying to gauge where the beast is headed. When he see him moving towards your right, you quickly leap to the right, falling into Harry’s arms as he pulls you back. For a brief second as the beast jumps back, feeling threatened, Harry turns to you, hands cupping your cheeks. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you nod, breathless.

Turning back to the beast, Harry huffs; “you need some serious nose adjustments.”

“I’m not so sure,” Carlos mumbles, brows furrowed as he extends his hand out towards him slowly. “Ben? Did Audrey do that?”

Ben? The King?

“Huh,” Jay pauses, “I thought I recognized those pants.”

Just then, the beast, or Ben, glances down at his hand, letting out a soft whine. “Oh, he’s got a booboo,” Gil realizes, “that’s why he’s so cranky.”

You instinctively move to reach for Carlos when he takes a step forward, still hesitant. But he doesn’t seem faze, maybe just a little nervous, and continues inching forwards, hands held out before him in surrender. “Ben?”

Just then, a branch cracking somewhere behind you catches you attention. Your head snaps around, still on high-alert, before your eyes settle on... some sort of animal? Mind fading from the conversation at hand, you take a step back from Harry without thinking, trying to think of the animal before you. It almost looked... unicorn like.

Was that what it was? A unicorn?

You glance back briefly, noticing that nothing seems necessarily wrong anymore given that Carlos and Jay have identified the beast as Ben. So, turning back to the unicorn, you let a smile fall on your lips, eyes sparkling. You’ve only ever heard about unicorns in the ripped, torn books that were left on the Isle. None of them had pictures, but it was everything you always imagined it to be.

Inching closer to the animal, you barely notice how far you’ve distanced yourself from Harry and the rest. “Hey,” you call out softly, hands held out before you cautiously. “Hey, it’s okay.”

Two more steps, and you’re finally close enough to touch it. It stands up a little straight, alert, as you hesitantly and slowly reach out for it. But, eventually, your hand falls on the back of it’s neck, your fingers running through it’s mane. “There,” you coo softly, lips curled into a bright grin. “See? I’m not so scary?”

It leans into your touch causing you to let out a soft giggle.

“Well, aren’t you just the cutest?”

A moment passes by, your smile brighter then it’s ever been, before something just feels wrong. It’s sudden, quick, but something inside of you seems to just scream wrong.

The unicorn disappears before your very eyes.

You gasp, hand falling by your side as your eyes widen in horror.

“Aweh.”

Spinning around at the new voice, your eyes fall on a face you don’t recognize. But her eyes scream evil to you. Not to mention, she’s holding your mother’s Scepter.

“Little naive, aren’t we?”

“Forget it. We can’t do that.”

“She’s your sister!”

“Harry, you know we can’t.”

Harry scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief. All he can see is red, and their words aren’t making it any better. Not to mention, his heart is racing like crazy with worry.

“We can’t simply just let her take Auradon,” Mal sighs, shaking her head. “I mean, i’m worried too. But we’ll get Y/N back another way.”

“Another way?” Harry roars, eyes blazing. “Yer sister is stuck somewhere with that lunatic, and ye barely give a damn!” Harry can’t help it, with each word he says, his voice just pitches louder and louder. He can barely hear himself think. All he knows is that he needs to find you and now. He doesn’t care about Auradon or frankly anyone else, in that moment it’s just you.

He should’ve kept a better eye on you. Shouldn’t have let you wandered off like that. It was stupid of him and now he was paying for that mistake.

Because who knows where you were or if you were okay? He didn’t know what that girl was doing to you or what she planned to do to you. All he knows is that there was a way to get you back, right now, safe and sound, and if it meant giving up all of Auradon to do it. Then so be it.

“Harry,” Ben calls, taking a step towards him. Harry feels his anger intensify. “I understand you’re worried about Y/N, but we can’t trade Auradon for one girl--”

“Don’t but me, King,” Harry interrupts, his voice ice cold. He sets his hook on the King’s chest, a silent way of warning him not to take another step forward. Harry doesn’t know what he’ll do if he takes another step forward. He’s already not thinking clearly. “Ye never given a shit about us Isle kids. Ye think yer a hero for bringing over four? Yer not. And now, when ye actually have the chance to prove ye do care, ye do nothing.”

“Harry--”

Harry’s quick to turn, eyes falling on Mal. “And ye. Y/N’s yer sister, or did ye forget? Oh, that’s right, ye have. Because ye left her on the Isle and now’ll yer leaving her again.”

Mal’s eyes widen, lips parting; “I--”

“Harry,” Uma calls out, taking a step forward. Harry feels his anger lessen slightly at the sight of his long time and trusted friend. Surely, she’ll agree with him. “They’re right. We can’t give up the chance of everyone on the Isle being free. We’ll get Y/N back the original way, through the plan.”

Harry feels a sting of betrayal hit him. Eyes narrowing, Harry turns to Mal, gesturing to her with his hook, “ye really think they’re gunna let us all out? Like they’ve had any plans on doing it from the’ beginning?”

Mal’s face says it all.

But Harry decides to push it. “Tell me i’m wrung,” Harry hisses, stepping towards Mal. “Tell me yer actually going to save all those kids and i’ll do it yer way.”

Mal says nothing.

Turning to Uma, Harry lowers his voice, “i’m going to find Y/N, with or without ye. Because I can’t lose her.” Then, pausing, Harry swallows thickly. “But i’d feel a lot better having me captain by me side.”

“Y/N!”

Harry doesn’t stop. He doesn’t really think. His foot just moves in front of the other and all he can think about is you. All he can see is you, unconscious, body limp.

When he finally does reach you, he meets Mal’s eyes briefly, some sort of understanding passing between their gazes. Reluctantly and part of Harry hated to admit it, your sister had saved you. It was her in the end who defeated Audrey. And without her, Harry wouldn’t be able to pull you in his arms like he is now. He’d never be able to hold you again or tell you that he loves.

Because he does. Harry realized that the moment he might lose you.

Brushing back strands of hair that had fallen into your eyes and face, Harry’s touch is gentle as he coddles you against him. He lets his hook fall by his side, suddenly not so concerned with it and rather you as he cups your cheek, praying for your eyes to open.

“Y/N?” He calls out, voice soft. It’s odd to hear his voice so soft. Harry didn’t even think he could sound so... gentle. “Y/N, come on, love. Wake up.”

When he glances up, the others are surrounding him. Waiting, just like he is. He meets Uma’s eyes who only frowns down at him, not sure how to help. He knows she wishes she could, but Audrey was gone, the spell should’ve warn off by now.

Yet, it hasn’t.

Letting his fingers trace your cheek, Harry swallows thickly. “Y/N?”

Moments go by. Each passing minute feels like an eternity to Harry, like his growing hell. He can’t lose you.

But then, your eyes flutter open and his widen. “Y/N?” He calls out, voice louder, desperate, hopeful. “Y/N, it’s me. It’s Harry.”

Your eyes take a moment to focus, but eventually they fall on his own. The panic that had been in your gaze, obviously confused, fades when you find his blue ones on your own. “Harry?” You mumble, your hand falling to your head. “What the hell happened?”

“Audrey happened,” Harry explains, “but... yer better now. Mal... saved you.”

You blink, as if puzzled by his words, eyes flickering to your sisters as she smiles hesitantly down at you. Biting your bottom lip, you smile back at her before turning back to Harry, letting him help you up to your feet. “My head hurts,” you groan, causing the others to laugh.

The only one who doesn’t is Harry.

“Harry?”

“You had me losing me mind, love,” Harry confesses softly, voice breathy. Your lips part, eyes softening. “Don’t do that again.”

Cupping his cheek, you smile up at him; “I won’t.”

You move to hug him, but before you can, Harry is pressing his lips against your own. It causes you to still, the action surprising. You and Harry might be close, past the friendship line, but you’ve never kissed before. It’s everything you’d hoped it to be, and honestly, you didn’t even know Harry was capable of so much love until you feel him hold you close and tight and mold his lips against your own.

When he pulls back, you grin; “that your way of telling me you love me?”

Harry shrugs; “more or less.”

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#Descendants #Descendants imagine #Descendants 2 #Descendants 3 #Harry #Harry Hook #Harry Hook imagine #Harry Hook x reader #Harry imagine #Harry x reader #Thomas Doherty #Thomas Doherty imagine #Thomas Doherty x reader #imagine #imagines #my fics

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Kid Valentine Part 3

Dyke woke to the world warming up around her and the sound of buzzing filling the air. Uncurling from underneath some wooden palettes someone had propped against one of the run-down buildings in the settlement, she stretched and cracked her neck. She was still wearing Poison's jacket from the night before. Sweet of him not to have taken it back in the middle of the night because he was cold. But sweetness couldn't make her forgive him completely. In Dyke's books, Poison still owed her one.

The buzzing sound continued, but now Dyke could hear little yelps of pain in between. Oh no.

She took off running towards the source of the noise. When she burst through the door, she found Ghoul bending over Faggot's arm with a tattoo gun in his hand and Kobra watching gleefully.

"And what the fuck is going on here?" she asked, storming into the room.

"I'm gettin' tattooed, Dee!" Faggot said excitedly before wincing. "Ah! Can't you be any gentler?"

Ghoul giggled. "Sorry, kid. One setting for everyone."

Faggot attempted to steel himself against the pain, but he winced every time the needle went into his skin.

Dyke sighed and sat down on a nearby chair. "And why the hell are you doing that?"

"Kobra told me about this symbol of resistance people used to share. Look!"

She stood again and went over to inspect the tattoo. She stifled a laugh.

Way back when Blind was just a humble technology corporation, they had the world eating out of the palm of their hand. It was called the internet, and the people of the world thrived. Any question you had was answered within seconds. People you would only have met if you could travel became friends closer to you than those you knew in person. Dyke preferred to remember the positive aspects, like jokes the whole world was in on.

"Ain't it cool, Dyke?" Kobra grinned. She hit him on the arm.

"You motherfuckers," she said, staring at the tattoo. "This is the worst thing I've ever fucking seen."

Back in the earlier days of the internet, someone had made a video of a little blue creature on a motorbike singing a nonsense song. The name given to this creation was Crazy Frog, and it haunted Dyke even to this day. Now it would haunt her for the rest of her life because there it was, sitting pretty on the outside of Faggot's upper arm. By the looks of things, Ghoul had been working for a while. He was putting the final touches on the words above and below the frog itself. "Crazy Fag," Dyke sighed and dragged the chair over to the table so she could sit on Faggot's other side. She stuck her hand out for him to take and he squeezed it so hard that his nails left marks in her skin.

"You're almost done, kid," she said, watching Ghoul finish the lettering with surgical precision. He wiped away some blood with a towel that'd certainly seen better days, but seemed clean enough.

"It's all over, Faggot. Check it out," Ghoul said, holding up a cracked mirror.

Faggot let go of Dyke's hand and admired the tattoo in awe. "Holy shit, Ghoul! This fucks. Dee, isn't this so fucking cool?"

"The coolest," she said dryly, massaging her hand.

"Hey, Dyke, isn't that Poison's jacket?" Ghoul asked, looking up from where he was disassembling the tattoo gun.

"Yeah," she said, quickly taking it off. "Faggot had mine last night and it was cold so Poison gave me his."

He exchanged a look with Kobra.

"So, Party Poison gave you his jacket, did he?" Kobra said, grinning.

"Because you were cold?" Ghoul added, raising his eyebrows.

"Am I missing something here?"

"No, of course not, Dee. You're not missing the fact that Party Poison- the Party Poison- gave you his jacket because you were cold."

"What's my name?" she asked.

"What do you mean?"

"What's my name, Kobra?"

"Dyke," he said simply, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Yeah, that's it. Dyke. That's my name. The name I took for myself when I decided to fight back. Someone else branded me with this name, you know that, Kobra? Ghoul?"

The two said nothing.

"Names give us power. Blind wanna go around assigning people names and numbers, but us? We're free. I don't wanna remember the name I had before the Wars, because she means nothing now. Who she was pretending to be means absolutely nothing. Who I am now is what matters."

"And who are you now, Dyke?" a voice said from behind her. She turned around to see Poison leaning against the doorframe with her denim jacket in his crossed arms and a lopsided smile on his face.

"I'm the goddamn Dyke on a Bike, you bitch."

Poison grinned at her. "That's the spirit, Dee." He threw her the jacket, which she put on and popped the collar. She threw his jacket back to him and he slipped it on as well.

"Anyways, back to my empowering speech," Dyke said, turning back around. "I'm a dyke. Women only."

Jet appeared behind Poison and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Now I just know Kobra and Ghoul weren't dumb enough to think Poison was into Dyke here," he said.

"'Course not," Kobra said, running a hand through his hair nervously.

"No way," Ghoul added.

Poison grinned at them and hit his hand against the doorframe. "Right, then. Faggot, get off the table. Ghoul and Kobra, go find some chairs. Dyke, you gotta any food?"

"Three twinkies and a can for dogs. Oh, plus some Fanta."

He scrunched up his nose as he walked in the door. "You and your goddamn orange soda. Haven't you fuckers ever heard of cherry? Grape?"

"They taste bad, Poison," Dyke said as she dragged her chair around to make room for Ghoul and Kobra who came back with some busted lawn chairs. "Do you want some or not?"

"Go get 'em. We're gonna have to go see Chow Mein later, so we might as well pool our resources."

She nodded and left the hut to get the supplies from her bike.

Only there was a kid on her bike. An actual kid- a motorbaby, as the older ones called them- born in the desert, who never knew the city or the Wars. The kids who didn't fully understand why they had to hide when the Dracs came. The ones who didn't get why they had to bring the masks of the fallen to the Desert Witch before the Scarecrow got their bodies. Why their parents kept their boots tight and their guns close. Why they all had to have masks.

"Who're you? You look like Party Poison," the kid said, brandishing a lollipop at her. "But you ain't him."

"Dyke. That's my bike."

"Hey, you're funny! Those sound the same."

"Who even are you, kid?"

"My name's Valentine. My mom calls me double V. On accounta my initials are V and V."

"Yeah, that's real cute. Can you move? They're waiting for me."

Valentine hopped down off the bike and stuck the lollipop back in her mouth.

"Who's 'they'? You mean the Killjoys? That's their car right there. You know 'em?"

"Yeah, I guess you could say that," she said, gathering the soda. Shit. Not enough hands. "Hey, Val, you think you could help me?"

"Sure!"

Dyke handed her two cans of the soda and picked up the rest of the food herself. "We're in that one there," she said, pointing at one of the buildings. "You think you can handle this super-special mission for the Killjoys?"

"Fuck yeah I can!" She ran off towards the building and Dyke followed her, shaking her head slightly. Kids.

"Who the fuck is the kid, Dyke?" Poison demanded when she arrived. "And why the fuck won't she leave me alone?"

"That's Val V, Poison. Be fucking nice to her."

Valentine scrunched her nose. "You're not like the stories my mom told me, Party Poison. She told me you were a Drac-fightin' people-saver. But you're just mean."

"Kid, I swear to fuck if you don't fuck off right now-"

Before anyone knew what was happening, Dyke had Poison pinned against the wall.

"Don't you fuckin' talk to the kid like that, Poison. Not in front of me and not fuckin' ever, you understand me?" She let him go roughly and began to walk back to where she'd dropped the food, but decided at the last second to whirl around and hit him in the face.

"Ow! Fuck!"

She shook out her hand. "Now we're even, pretty boy."

Poison scowled at her but said nothing. He deserved it for what he did, and he knew that.

"Thanks, Val V," Dyke said, picking up the cans and the Twinkies. "Maybe I'll catch you around sometime."

"See ya, Dyke on a Bike!" She waved and ran off out the door.

Dyke sat down in one of the lawn chairs and laid the provisions on the table.

"Everyone dig in. Plenty to go around," she smiled and cracked open a can of Fanta.

The whole table stared at her, except for Poison, who was deliberately avoiding looking at her.

"Oh, don't gimme that look, you two-bit whores. She's a kid! You can't talk to kids like that."

Jet shook his head. "I'll never understand you."

"That's the idea, Jet. Now, to business: we got Blind on our asses."

It was decided in that meeting that Dyke and Faggot would join the Killjoys. An agreement, of sorts. Better than the one where Dyke asked Doctor D to ask the Killjoys to bring her cigarettes, who then gave them to Cherri Cola, who gave them to Doctor D who gave them to Dyke herself. Dyke and Faggot would do what they wanted, like usual, but they'd ultimately be a part of the Greater Killjoy Posse. In return, the two would spend more time at Doctor D's with Cherri and the Girl while the Killjoys went on raids.

It would be a long time before any of them saw Valentine again.

#mikey way #my chemical romance #my chem #mcr #killjoys #the adventures of dyke and faggot #frank iero #danger days oc #danger days #part 3/3 #gerard way #ray toro

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THE TWENTY HOUR CAR RIDE (IT 2017 AU)

Background: Bev, Bill, Ben, Stan, Eddie, Richie and Mike all are taking a road trip to a beach house for Thanksgiving, and things don’t exactly go as planned...

Warning(s): None, unless you count curing as one, haha.

Word Count: 1449

A/N: I honestly don’t know how well this one turned out, haha. I liked the premise of it, but near the end, I felt like it wasn’t my best work. Leave feedback!!

“I always knew you were lying whenever you said you were a good fucking driver,” Richie complained. This hadn’t been the first time in the past three hours that they were driving that Rich had insulted Mike’s driving. Hell, they weren’t even a third of the way there, and Mike wasn’t so sure if he could take sixteen more hours with these hooligans. It was bad enough that they were all crammed into a minivan- including blankets, pillows, computers, game consoles (courtesy of Richie) and then all of their luggage. “You know what, Richie,” Mike said, turning to his friend n the passenger seat, “maybe you should start your shift early.” “I think the fuck not,” Richie shot back, tossing his lanky legs over the passenger seat. It was amazing that they hadn’t gotten pulled over yet. The boy yawned, rubbing his eyes, knocking his brown chunky glasses off in the process. “How about we play a game?” Beverly suggested from the second row, leaning forward, resting her arms on the center console. “How about one that I can drive and play?” Mike suggested, his eyes glued to the road. Despite all of Richie’s comments, Mike was actually a very safe driver and was probably the best out of the whole Loser’s club. “How about twenty questions?” The redhead suggested. “Kinky,” Richie said, giving the two a sly smile. Bev rolled her eyes, smacking Richie’s shins. Which, accidentally woke up Bill, who has been passed out for almost the whole three hours. “W-w-who’s alarm clock i-is going off?” He asked groggily, peeking out of the window behind their makeshift blanket curtain. “F-f-f-fuck, it’s still light outside.” “Hey Bill, you wanna join in our game of Kinky twenty questions?” Richie asked, wiggling his eyebrows at Bill. “Nevermind, I don’t think I want to play anymore.” HOUR SEVEN. It was now approaching ten-o’clock, and everyone was still very much awake. And playing Richie’s kinky twenty questions. “The next one goes to Bev,” Richie said, burping. If he could have gotten high off of mountain dews, this was the optimality of it here. He has just finished his sixth Mountain Dew in two hours. “Have you ever worn a lingerie?” “No comment,” The girl said, taking another swig of her grape Fanta. “Bill, how much longer do we have?” Eddie asked from the very back. Ben jumped slightly, forgetting that the three dark figures in the back were Mike, Eddie, and Stan. who, up until this moment, was fast asleep. “A while, Eds. A while,” Bill said, sighing, and turning his attention to the open highway. Sure, there were a few cars here and there but no one was actually riding his tail like they had been whenever Mike was driving. Richie hadn’t given up his front seat yet and refused to use the bathroom just to ensure that he got it at the last gas station visit. “Hey, Bill, could you pull off so I can take a piss?” He asked, tossing down another empty bottle. “R-R-R-Rich, we were at a rest stop like, forty-f-five minutes ago. You can h-hold it until Stan d-d-drives, can’t you?” He asked his friend, turning to see Richie’s face- well, the part that was illuminated by the highway lights. It was twisted in what looked like to be a painful contortion. And then, the light flickered back to his face, and suddenly, that face was gone. “R-R-R-Richie, where t-t-t-the hell did y-you piss?” Bill asked, breathing in and out through his nose heavily. Richie was on everyone’s last nerves, and if he did what Bill thought he did, he was driving next. HOUR TWELVE This was probably the worst hour shift for Richie to have ever been stuck with- ever. Everyone was passed out and has been after they all piled back into the car after a quick snack and bathroom break at this diner. 2 a.m. was a difficult time to make the highway interesting. The entire road had looked the same for the past six hours, so how was he supposed to keep himself occupied. He had no one to talk to, which always was something that passed the time for him, and the music was extremely quiet. Almost as if he could just…. SKIIIID Instantaneously, the idea of him falling asleep was out of the picture. His heart rate was definitely up now- but ironically, none of his friends had even moved. Richie scratched the back of his neck and sighed. “100 bottles of beer on the wall, one hundred bottles of beer…” HOUR FIFTEEN Bev was absolutely beat, and it didn't help that Richie woke her up this morning with a slew of curse words and tossed her in the driver’s seat. She tiredly rubbed her eyes, adjusting the seat from Richie, who absolutely towered over her. Luckily, Ben had traded for her passenger spot, and he was awake, which meant that she wouldn’t be alone. Everyone else on the other hand, though, was still fast asleep. “Only five more hours, Ben, until we’re at the beach paradise of our dreams,” Bev's aid, fantasizing shortly about what their vacation resort may look like. This had been a dream of theirs since freshman year, and it had actually come true. They saved up the money and put it all together to pay for a three-night stay at a four-star beach resort. “I hope that it’s what we paid for,” Ben said, laughing a little. Bev nodded her head to that, feeling herself being ripped away from her dream beach vacation once again. “I think it will be, we paid good money for it,” Bev countered, tucking a piece of her now long, red hair behind her ear. Just then, the radio started to play the first upbeat song of the morning. “Aww yeah! I love this song!” Ben said, turning up the radio slightly. Bev caught a glimpse of the song and laughed slightly. “Please Don’t Go Girl by New Kids on The Block?” Bev asked, smiling to the boy. “Yeah, it’s a good song,” Ben responded, bobbing his head up and down to the song, mouthing the lyrics. Bev smiled, shaking her head. Ben was a character, and it felt as if every day there was some sort of small detail that she learned about him. Maybe Richie’s kinky version of twenty questions boosted some of that forward, but it was still nice to know new things about people that made them somehow even more fascinating and interesting. HOUR TWENTY “I’m just saying, it’s definitely on the left. You have to take a left, Ben,” Stan said, holding out the map again. Around hour seventeen, Richie split one of his Mountain Dews onto the GPS while horseplaying with Eddie, which killed its battery, and they didn’t have any place to get a new one, so they were stuck between their phone GPS and Stan’s wonderful map reading skills (which weren’t all that great). “Stan, if it was left, there would be a place to turn left,” Ben responded, tapping his foot anxiously on the ground. Everyone was trying to tell him where to go, and it was getting really loud really quickly, which was something that Ben was not good at driving in. They now had made it into the small little beach town that they were supposed to be at, which was a plus considering that Ben had some sort of gut-feeling that it wouldn’t even exist. Stan unfolded his map again, after creasing the binding again- something that played into his OCD. “Well, there’s a left right there.” The curly-haired boy pointed to a left turn in a town that was two hours over. “Stan, we’ve already passed that town, dumbass,” Eddie said, snatching the map from him and maneuvering it to where he could see the roads that they needed. “That’s where we’re supposed to be.” Eddie pointed something out to Ben, who couldn’t turn his head far enough to see it. Looks like he was going to have to make it there on his own. HOUR TWENTY (AND TWENTY-TWO MINUTES) Somehow, by some grace of God, they had finally made it into the resort parking lot. “This is exactly what I wanted, and more,” Bev gooed, looking all around at the resort and beach surrounding them. She wasn’t lying, it was a gorgeous area. All of them were awestruck, coming from the small town of Derry it was hard to wrap your mind around something as honey as this was. “Race ya to the beach and back!” Richie yelled, hopping out of the minivan, slamming the door, and running to the beach ahead of them.

#strandedfics #it #itau #ben hanscom #bill denbrough #beverly marsh #richie tozier #beep beep richie #eddie kapsbrack #stanley uris #mike hanlon #road trip #roadtrip #driving #fic

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avegetariancannibal · 7 years

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“Boy With a Haunted Past” (Part TWO)

[part 1]

Although Hannibal had told him he could order anything he wanted, Will hadn't felt right choosing anything expensive---and almost everything on that menu was expensive. Nine bucks for a bowl of linguine and clams?? Ridiculous! Were there pearls in the clams or something? So he stuck to a small bowl of minestrone and filled up on free garlic bread.

Only now, as they were leaving the restaurant together, did Will realize he might have made a mistake. He thought about asking Hannibal for a mint or some gum, but realized that might make it obvious he was angling for a kiss. He felt pretty sure by now Hannibal wanted to kiss him, or to be kissed by him, but should they do that on a first date? Who would start it? His dad had told him once he should let the girl decide if there would be a kiss, but that was before he'd told his dad he didn't like girls in that way. Now he had no idea what he was supposed to do.

Conversation had been easy while they ate but now Will couldn't think of a thing to say. Partly because he was afraid his dragon breath might knock Hannibal over and partly because his brain wouldn't shut up about who the hell was supposed to make the first move.

Somehow, even though they hadn't discussed where they were going, they wound up at the entrance of the trailer park he and his dad were calling home these days. It was a bit run down, with hardly a trailer under twenty years old, but it was a lot quieter than most places they'd lived in recent years and the neighbors were mostly nice. Well, at least they weren't too obvious about their horribleness.

Not wanting the night to be over yet, Will gestured at the small playground installed just inside the park's entrance.

Hannibal followed him over to a rusty swing set that was too small for them by far, but did well enough as a place for them to sit. As a bonus, the swings were far enough apart that Hannibal wouldn't be able to smell his breath.

"I wasn't ready to go back home but I didn't know what to say," Hannibal finally said.

"Yeah, me too," Will admitted, casting a sideways smile at him.

"If we were back home---in my home, I mean," Hannibal said, swinging lightly, "my aunt and uncle would've let us have wine with our dinner."

Will wrinkled his nose.

Hannibal stretched a leg out to nudge him with his foot. "What was that face for?"

Will shrugged. "I had a sip of my dad's whiskey once and it was disgusting. I don't know why anybody drinks alcohol."

"You have to educate your palate," Hannibal said. "I taught my tongue a whole range of new experiences."

The thought of Hannibal's tongue made Will blush so hard and so fast, he dipped his head in the hopes that his hair would hide most of his face.

"And anyway, whiskey's not the same as wine," Hannibal said.

"What's the difference?" Will asked.

"Whiskey burns, it's like liquid fire," Hannibal explained. "Wine is more like... it makes you warm, too, but it's more like the warmth of the sun when the grapes are growing."

Will looked up, blinking. "Wow."

Hannibal leaned over in his swing and touched Will's face with his fingertips. "First you feel it here, then down here after you swallow it," he said, moving his fingers down to Will's neck. "And then in your chest, spreading into your ribs, like the sun is touching you little by little, but it's so soft..."

Abandoning all thought, Will pushed himself out of his swing and turned around to pull Hannibal up by the front of his sweater. He saw Hannibal's startled expression an instant before he squeezed his eyes shut and mashed their mouths together.

He wondered if he'd made a mistake, but then he felt Hannibal's hands in his hair, and felt him kissing back. He was relieved---so terribly relieved---to discover that Hannibal was no better at kissing than he was. Their chins scraped together, neither of them seemed able to coordinate their lips to open and close in step with the other's, and Will even bit both their tongues at one point. There was probably also more drool than there really should've been. He didn't care. He had another boy's tongue in his mouth, and it was a beautiful boy! A beautiful boy who by some miracle liked him back in the very same way! As far as Will was concerned at that moment, it was the finest kiss in the entire world.

He pulled back to find Hannibal looking utterly dazed.

"How do you do that?" Will asked.

Hannibal gave him a reassuringly dopey smile. "Do what?"

Will shrugged. His hands were still fisted in Hannibal’s sweater. "You say you're nervous, but you seem so calm most of the time. You say you can't think of anything to say, then you say this amazing thing about the sun touching me. I mean, jeez! It was like something out of a book. It's not from a book is it?"

Hannibal laughed and shook his head. "Perhaps it's just the same as you seeming so shy and unsure in one moment, and so commanding the next. Perhaps we just bring it out in each other. What do you think?"

He didn't know what he thought, so he just pushed up on his toes to kiss Hannibal again.

It was scarcely better than the previous attempt, but again he couldn't be bothered to care. Best of all, he realized Hannibal's garlic breath was just as bad as his own.

He could hardly feel his feet on the ground as he walked to the end of the park and into the trailer. Even his dad, half asleep on the couch in front of the TV, noticed something was different.

"Who's this happy kid and what's he done with my son?"

Will flopped down into the chair next to him. "I had a date, Dad. A real honest-to-God date."

His dad sat up and clicked off the TV. "I thought you were going to some Halloween thing."

"The Halloween thing was the date," Will said. He decided to leave out the part about the restaurant because he knew all too well Robert K. Graham's opinion on that place. "I didn't know it was a date at first, and neither did he at first, I think, but it actually was, and we both knew it by the end, so I think that counts."

"Sounds like it counts," his dad agreed. "Who's the lucky, uh, fella?"

"His name's Hannibal," Will gushed. "He's the school's foreign exchange student this year and---"

His dad got up and loomed over him, quick as a shadow cast by a swinging lamp. Will yelped in surprise when a hand suddenly closed on his shoulder.

"Hannibal Lecter? That's the Hannibal you're talking about?"

Will nodded, wrenching his shoulder free. "Dad, what the hell!"

"You stay away from that Lecter kid," his dad said. "You don't know the things I've heard about him, about what happened back in whatever the hell country he came from."

"Lithuania," Will spat. "He's from Lithuania, Dad, and I don't care about the dumb rumors you've heard! You told me yourself a bunch of times: idiots around here don't like gays and they don't like foreigners. Are you one of the idiots, too, now?"

He hurled himself out of his chair just as his dad tried to reach toward him again. God, he was furious! How dare he--how dare anyone try to ruin his night? His perfect night! He wanted to hold onto every perfect moment and feeling, every look Hannibal had given him, every word sent his way...and those wonderfully stupid kisses! He'd been floating on air and now he felt as if he'd been pulled back to earth with lead weights.

His dad took a deep breath and one step back, holding up his hands so Will could see he wasn't going to reach out again.

"Son, just--listen to me," he said. "You gotta stay away from him. Please. You don't know about him."

"You're the one who doesn't know anything about him," Will shot back.

For all his father had talked about being an "open" and "forward thinking" kind of guy who supported his son, in the end he wasn't all that different from anyone else in town. It was the only thing that made sense to Will, even as he swallowed back tears and made a run for his bedroom.

(to be continued)

#hannigram #my fic #haunted mansion #halloween #cw: homophobia

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mirkwoodshewolf · 7 years

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Brother and sister bonding time Thor x teen sister reader

Well this came from my 100th follower on wattpad last December and this was my first Thor request I had ever done. And yeah I know it’s not Christmas but wth this can be a Christmas in May fic who cares lol. I hope you guys enjoy it and I hope you all can listen to the song from Disney’s Brave “touch the sky” as you read the beginning part cause that’s what helped inspire this fic :)

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The sun began to rise up into the sky shining over the land of Asgard. I woke up from the rays slipping through my curtains, I sat up and quickly got dressed and raced out of my room with my bow and arrows and began running past the servants walking through the corridors towards the stables.

I ran up to my faithful mare “Rain” and got on her back and urged her on into a sprint and she took off out of the palace towards the woods where some target practices had been set up thanks to Fandral. I took out an arrow from my quiver and notched it into bow, pulled back the bowstring and let the arrow fly right into one of the many hanging targets right at its center.

Ahh the wind blowing through my hair, the smell of the fresh woodland air, the sound of Rain’s hooves pounding on the ground, and the sight of seeing each of my arrows hit right at the center of each target that passed by.

I took out another arrow and placed it between my teeth as I took out another one and notched it into my bow before releasing it then taking the arrow that I had between my teeth and notched it immediately after firing my previous one into another target just ahead. Arrow after arrow after arrow each of my shots were perfect and dead center. I laughed out heartedly as I threw my head back at the joy of my success and just because I could.

As the day went on Rain and I now sat along a Cliffside looking out into the far reaches of the Asgardian forest. Cheeky Rain was on her back rolling around probably even scratching an itch while I was simply sitting down carving a special symbol into my bow with the point of my arrow. Once it was done I brushed away the stray split carefully and admired my work when I then heard an eagle’s cry and saw one flying just over head of me.

I then began to think that today would be the day that like my brother Thor before me, I could climb the Crone’s tooth and drink from the Fire Falls. Thor once did it because of a dare to prove he could become a Great King of Asgard so I thought I may just try it myself just for the heck of it. Now this is my first time actually attempting it so Valhalla grace me.

I climbed up as high as I could almost to the top when suddenly I felt my foot slip but I still managed to keep hold with my left hand on a outpointed rock. I could hear Rain’s whinny from below but I knew I couldn’t give up now. I swung my foot to another steady point of the rock and continued my climb until I finally made it to the top of the rock and stood right beneath the falls. I cupped my hands together under the falls to catch some of the water and drank it.

My heart was filled with joy as I cried out to Valhalla dancing around and cheering at my success. I then just stood there with a proud smile on my face and my hands on my hips watching the sunset into the sky.

Once I had gotten down, I rode Rain back to the palace and into the stables for the evening. She whinnied as we entered her stables and I hopped off her back saying.

“I’m starving. You hungry to Rain?” Playfully her tail flicked me in the face pushing my hair into my mouth. I spat it out and sad, “oats it is then”. She snorted and began to settle into her stable.

I then came into through the palace kitchen and the servants greeted me. I grabbed an apple from the batch then quickly tossed a small grape into my mouth but then just before I was about to leave, I saw a huge pile of sweet cakes stacked together. I inconspicuously backed up and took the cake plate and snuck out of the kitchen with it with the apple in my mouth and headed for the dinner table.

It was then I saw my father Odin, mother Frigga, my big brother Thor and his friends and my teachers Lady Sif and the Warriors 3, Fandral, Hogun and Volstag all gathered together for supper.

“Well look who finally decided to show up for supper?” teased Thor.

“Please brother, not even the entire kingdom of Jotunheim can stop this hungry girl” I sassed back as I placed my plate down along with my bow on the table.

“(Y/n), a princess does not place her weapons on the table” father stated.

“Dad! It’s just my bow”. I whined out. Ugh dad can be such a pain sometimes, he always tries to emphasize that I am a girl and not a boy. Even when I was younger and wanted to start learning how to fight, he looked down at the idea, but thankfully my brother and his friends knowing how I wanted to learn how to fight. Father thought I should’ve just stuck to the magic I learn from mother and let it be.

“A Princess should not have weapons in my opinion”.

“Leave her be father, Princess or not learning to fight is essential” proclaimed Thor. Thank Valhalla for my big brother Thor, thanks to him and his friends, they had taught me all I needed to know about fighting. “So what was my little sister up to the whole day?”

“Well you’ll never guess what I did, I climbed the Crone’s Tooth and drank from the Fire falls!” I proclaimed as I sat down in my seat. Lady Sif and the warriors 3 looked up from their plates in shock as Thor said.

“The Fire falls? They say that only the son of Odin was the only one brave enough to drink from the fire”. I scrunched my nose at him teasingly before giggling. Brother chuckled and winked at me before placing his hand on my shoulder. “I am proud of you sister, you truly are becoming a fine warrior”.

“Thank you brother”. I leaned towards him and we both embraced each other before returning back to our supper.

Later that night I prepared myself for bed by putting on my favorite (f/c) nightgown that went all the way down to my feet and used my magic to turn the lights off as I got into bed and fell fast asleep resting for another day.

The next morning I woke up for breakfast and to get ready for training with my brother today. But as I went out to the training grounds with my sword I saw Lady Sif standing there instead. Okay what’s going on here? Lady Sif doesn’t instruct me for another 2 days so why is she here?

“Ahh (y/n), ready for your sword lessons?”

“Yes but uhh—I thought my brother was to be doing my sword lessons for the day?”

“Oh he had to leave in such a hurry he must have forgotten. Thor was called down to Midgard for something. He didn’t say what for though, which I find not surprising. Thor is always running around with those Avengers down on Midgard, okay then come on. Show me what you’ve been taught”. She and I got into sword stance and we began my training.

After training with Lady Sif for 3 hours I went to the library where I knew mother would be ready to teach me some more of the Seidr magic. Once I got to the library and began my magic lessons with mother, I couldn’t help but think that lately Thor has been visiting Midgard so much more frequently now than spending time here on Asgard.

Sure he has mentioned some of the stories of the great battles he and his friends “The Avengers” have fought, but I’ve wondered for myself why is Midgard so interesting? What exactly do they do down there?

Now don’t get me wrong it’s not like I haven’t asked father if I could go down to see what the big deal is with Midgard before cause I have before in the past. And like with everything else father always says the same thing.

‘No, I forbid it. You may lose sight of your princess duties here. I will have no more talk of you going down to Midgard and that is final!’ Then he’d slam his staff down and it’d be the end of that almost as if the conversation had never happened.

Well not this time, this time now that I was learning the advance Seidr magic like transforming myself, making my aura go undetected I would finally get to use my chance to see what the big deal on Midgard was and why my brother finds it so fascinating.

After my magic lessons with mother as well as the rest of my Princess duties were finished with that day, I decided that the best time to sneak out to the Bifrost would be during the early mornings while Father and mother are still asleep.

So with that, I slept right on schedule and once the palace was fully asleep and as the hours passed by into the early dawn, I awoke, got dressed and used my magic to conceal me from the guard’s sight as I ran out of the palace down the Bifrost.

Now my only obstacle left would be to get pass Heimdell, his all seeing eye may not be able to see m physically but he’ll still be able to sense me probably. As I entered the Bifrost his voice then boomed out.

“It’s a little early for you to be out your highness”. I cringed then made myself visible and said.

“Busted huh?”

“Your curiosity certainly does outweigh your consciousness doesn’t it your majesty?”

“I’m sorry Heimdell, it’s just that Thor gets to go down to Midgard all the time, especially after his banishment which don’t get me wrong it changed him completely and I’m happy that his mind is now opened up instead of a straight warrior’s mind. But I would like to see with my own eyes the wonders of Midgard. So I guess you’ll be wanting to report to my father now aren’t you?”

“Odin is my King, I am bond to him with my life and cannot lie to him”. Heimdell walked out of the Bifrost but just as he left the Bifrost began activating. I smiled and turned to him and smiled at him gratefully before disappearing as the Bifrost took me across the realms until I landed right in Midgard.

When I landed on Midgard I was amazed at how different it was from Asgard. The buildings were just as tall as the palace maybe even taller, snow was falling from the sky, and the whole city seemed almost magical. Windows by the dozens had displays of hundreds of moving figures and animals, how on Valhalla did they train animals to stay so calm in a tight environment?

As I walked around the city seeing the Midgardians drive in their strange carriages making loud noises that startled me everytime they cried out. Boy do these carriages make a lot of noises, not even our aircrafts make that much noise. I continued to walk around the city when I soon heard a familiar voice.

“(Y/n)? Sister is that you?” I turned and saw my brother Thor wearing Midgardian clothes and he was standing with two men. One was short blonde haired, blue eyes as blue as the sea, strongly built but not as much as my brother and the other one was slightly older with dark brown hair and brown eyes.

“Thor!” I raced up to him and we both embraced each other tightly laughing whole heartily. “Oh I can’t believe I finally found you!”

“I’m surprised you’ve come down here sister. What are you doing here?”

“You’ve always said how wonderful Midgard is, so I thought I might come and see for myself”.

“Sister, you didn’t sneak out did you?” Thor asked skeptically. I looked down and said.

“It’s not so much as sneak out, besides Heimdell let the Bifrost open and I haven’t seen any signs of father coming down himself, did you?”

“No I suppose not, but you know sneaking out was wrong and father will not be happy about this once he finds out”.

“Father says I’ll stray from my duties as a princess and then he just drops the conversation as if it never happened! Well not this time, plus I wanted to see for myself why my brother enjoys Midgard so much”.

“Might as well let her stay point-brank. She did come all the way down here to see her, it’d be ashamed if you had to take her back to Asgard, especially during the Christmas season”.

“Christmas?” I asked confused.

“Oh now don’t tell me you guys don’t celebrate Christmas up there in Asgard”.

“We have a similar holiday but we don’t call it Christmas, we call it Yule Night”

“Oh so Christmas is the same thing as our Yule Night right?”

“In a way it is, but they do have some other traditions sister. Come I’ll show you everything Midgard has to offer. If you don’t mind my friends”.

“No, no go ahead, Stark and I can take care of the rest of the shopping”. Said the blonde haired man.

“Yeah, yeah, just leave it to us Thor, go on show your little sis around, but don’t even think about skipping out on later tonight” stated the brown haired man.

“We won’t I’ll be sure to have her in an hour before the party” and with that Thor and I took off into the city.

I am so glad I came down here when I did. Spending a fun time exploring Midgard with my brother was even better than training with him, he had shown me all the sights and introduced me to some of the Midgardian food, and it seemed that like my brother I am in love with these pastries known as “Pop-tarts” especially the (f/p/b).

After touring around Midgard, I got to meet his friends the Avengers. The two that were with him were Steve Rogers also known as Captain America and the other one was Tony Stark the Ironman.

I also got to meet the rest of the Avengers and they were such pleasant people, and they even allowed me to stay for the big Christmas party that Tony was planning for later that night. Thanks to Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff I was now dressed in a beautiful silver and blue dress in honor of the festive celebration.

As the party progressed on, I mingled with all of Thor’s friends, participated in some of the games after being told how Midgardians play their games like “Beer-Pong”, “Toss-A-Cross”, and “Musical chairs”. As I was claimed champion of Musical chairs, I took notice that my brother wasn’t among the crowd so I walked around the room until I took notice of him outside along the balcony looking out into the city. I walked outside quietly and walked right up to him and said.

“You know, at Yule Night you’d always be the last person to leave any party, anything on your mind brother?”

“Just remembering all the other Yule Nights we’ve had together, when it was all of us”. I knew exactly what he was talking about. He wished that we could go back and have the Yule Nights like when I was younger, before Loki fell into darkness. I leaned up against my brother comfortingly then I said with a soft chuckle.

“Do you remember when I was a little girl, you and Loki tried to compete to be my date for my first Yule Night ball”.

“Yes, I would’ve won had Loki not used his tricks to outwit me for your hand at the first dance”.

“But luckily I managed to keep the peace between you two and I saved a dance for both of you”

“That you did. You always just seemed to know when Loki and I needed you to keep the peace. I also recall another Yule Night Eve when my little sister held her first bow”. He said as he ruffled my hair affectionately.

“Ahh the annual Yule Night Eve hunt, I begged and begged father to take me with you guys but you know him ‘hunting is man’s work’” I impersonated father to a T making Thor chuckle harder.

“But little did he know that the Sons of Odin along with his friends took the Princess out right after they had returned from their hunt just so that she could experience her first hunt”.

“You always made it look so easy, I couldn’t even notch my bow perfectly without your help”.

“Hey but you eventually got it. And by sunrise that day, you had brought to the palace feast the finest pair of quails Asgard had ever tasted”. He chuckled and brought me into a sideways hug making me chuckle softly. As we watched the magical city light up with the purity of the snow that was still falling from the sky, I sighed solemnly and said.

“You’re not the only one who still wishes that things could be the way they used to be”.

“I know sister, but Loki has already fallen down his path, I doubt he’ll ever want to return back. He’s already made his claim on how he views father and I. But just know that no matter what, I would never, ever turn on you”.

“I know brother, thank you for always being there for me, and for never giving up on me”. We embraced each other once more and I whispered.

“Happy Yule Night brother”.

“Happy Yule Night to you too sister”. The two of us remained outside in the calm serenity of the city for just a moment longer enjoying each other’s company.

#thor x sister #thor fanfiction #brother!thor #sister!reader #fluff #thor #avengers #christmas

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princess-hylanna-snizle · 3 years

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HENRY JEKYLL AS BELLE

Lyrics

[JEKYLL]

Little town, it's a quiet village

Every day like the one before

Little town, full of little people

Waking up to say

[EDDY]

Bonjour!

[ED]

Bonjour!

[SERENA]

Bonjour!

[ASH]

Bonjour!

[CYBORG]

Bonjour!

[JEKYLL]

There goes the Uno with his kid, like always

The same old bread and rolls to sell

Every morning just the same

Since the morning that we came

To this poor provincial town

[NIGEL, spoken]

Good Morning, Henry!

[JEKYLL, spoken]

Morning, Numbuh One!

[NIGEL, spoken]

Where are you off to?

[JEKYLL, spoken]

The bookshop. I just finished the most amazing story. About a beanstalk and an ogre and a—

[NIGEL, spoken]

That's nice. Numbuh Five! The baguettes! Hurry up!

[RAVEN & STARFIRE]

Look there he goes, that guy is strange, no question

Dazed and distracted, can't you tell?

[ABBY]

Never part of any crowd

[WALLY]

Cause her head's up on some cloud

[KIN & KON]

No denying he's a funny guy, Henry

[HOAGIE]

Bonjour!

[KUKI]

Good day!

[HOAGIE]

How is your family?

[BLOSSOM]

Bonjour!

[BUTTERCUP]

Good day!

[BLOSSOM]

How is your girl?

[ASH]

I need six eggs!

[EDDY]

That's too expensive!

[JEKYLL]

There must be more than this provincial life!

[HYLANNA, spoken]

Ah! Henry!

[JEKYLL, spoken]

Morning, Hylanna. I've come to return the book I borrowed

[HYLANNA, spoken]

Finished story already?

[JEKYLL, spoken]

Oh, I couldn't put it down! Have you got anything new?

[HYLANNA, spoken]

Not since yesterday

[JEKYLL, spoken]

That's alright. I'll borrow... this one

[HYLANNA, spoken]

That one? But you've read it twice!

[JEKYLL, spoken]

Well It's my favorite. Far-off places, daring swordfights, magic spells, a prince in disguise...

[HYLANNA, spoken]

If you like it all that much, it's yours

[JEKYLL, spoken]

But Hylanna...

[HYLANNA, spoken]

I insist

[JEKYLL, spoken]

Thank you! Thank you very much!

[EDDY, ED & DOUBLE DEE]

Look there he goes, that guy is so peculiar

I wonder if he's feeling well

[BLOSSOM, BUBBLES & BUTTERCUP]

With a dreamy, far-off look

[EDDY, ED & DOUBLE DEE]

And his nose stuck in a book

[ROBIN, RAVEN, STARFIRE, BEAST BOY & CYBORG]

What a puzzle to the rest of us is Henry

[JEKYLL]

Oh, isn't this amazing?

It's my favorite part because you'll see

Here's where she meets Prince Charming

But she won't discover that it's him till chapter three

[LANEY]

Now it's no wonder that his name means "Beauty"

His looks have got no parallel

[COREY]

But behind that fair façade

I'm afraid she's rather odd

Very diff'rent from the rest of us

[COREY, LANEY, KIN & KON]

He's nothing like the rest of us

Yes, diff'rent from the rest of us is Henry!

[RACHEL, spoken]

Wow! You didn't miss a shot, Robert! You're the greatest hunter in the whole world!

[LANYON, spoken]

I know

[RACHEL, spoken]

No beast alive stands a chance against you -

And no guy, for that matter

[LANYON, spoken]

It's true, Rachel. And I've got my sight set on that one

[RACHEL, spoken]

The inventor's son?

[LANYON, spoken]

He's the one, the lucky man I'm going to marry

[RACHEL, spoken]

But he's-

[LANYON, spoken]

The most beautiful man in town

[RACHEL, spoken]

I know, but-

[LANYON, spoken]

That makes him the best. And don't I deserve the best?

[RACHEL, spoken]

But of course! I mean, you do! But I-

[LANYON]

Right from the moment when I met him, saw him

I said he's gorgeous and I fell

Here in town there's only he

Who is beautiful as me

So I'm making plans to woo and marry Henry

[ARIEL, SARAH, GINA & JENNY]

Look there he goes

Isn't he dreamy?

Monsieur Robert

Oh he's so cute!

Be still my heart

I'm hardly breathing

He's such a tall, dark, strong and handsome brute!

[NIGEL] Bonjour!

[LANYON] Pardon

[JEKYLL] Good day

[HOAGIE] Mais oui!

[KUKI] You call this bacon?

[WALLY] What lovely grapes!

[ABBY] Some cheese

[COREY] Ten yards!

[LANEY] One pound

[LANYON] Excuse me! Please let me through!

[JENNY] I'll get the knife

[KIN] This bread -

[KON] Those fish -

[ROBIN] It's stale!

[RAVEN] They smell!

[STARFIRE] Madame's mistaken

[BEAST BOY] Well, maybe so

[CYBORG] Good morning! Oh, good morning!

[JEKYLL]

There must be more than this provincial life!

[LANYON]

Just watch, I'm going to make Henry my Husband!

[ALL]

[Except for Jekyll, Lanyon & Rachel]

Look there he goes

The guy is strange but special

A most peculiar mad'moiselle!

It's a pity and a sin

He doesn't quite fit in

'Cause he really is a funny guy

A handsome but a funny guy

He really is a funny guy

Henry!

Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour!

[COREY]

Bonjour!

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originaldetectivesheep · 6 years

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A Life of Riley Part 2: The Building That Had A Grudge Against Furniture Or Something ch 4

Chapter 3

I settled the bottle of wine back on the shelf where it came from, taking a deep breath to stay calm, and running my hand along the rack as I browsed through this rack of overpriced California grape juice for lack of something better to do while Remy was getting his game on across the street. I wanted to stay up by the window, somewhere that I could at least try and keep an eye on the coffee shop, but since Carolína was over there being small and inconspicuous, I didn't have to – and I did have to keep moving if I didn't want to pull clerk aggro in here. As long as I kept my hands in up where the guy behind the counter could see them, though, I ought to be fine: a desi girl in a long coat might be looking to shoplift, and she'd get watched with an eagle eye, but she definitely didn't have a hacked nail-throwing Uzi under that coat and didn't need to get called in to the police as an armed-robbery risk, no sir.

My phone buzzed in my pocket as I came to the end of the rack, where fortified wines started to bleed over into scuzzy liqueurs. I turned around so I'd have both hands between me and the counter; Carolína in our group chat.

>they're paying >well ofc Remy's paying

I snorted and reached over for the smallest bottle of Jägermeister they were willing to leave out where someone might boost it, then made for the counter. I didn't need the fortification, but it'd look sketchy to walk out of here without buying anything, and if I was still feeling the Jäger hit, I'd be more careful and not actually shoot Sandra in the stomach if I didn't absolutely absolutely have to. My phone buzzed again as I put the bottle across by the register.

>she is so DARLING in those glasses I can't even >and girl's finger-along-the-arm-muscles game is elite >dying over here b/c can't squee

I gritted my teeth and took the Jäger, not bothering with whatever my change was (like hell I was going to use a card and prove I'd been in here) as I headed for the door. I cracked the cap, took a deep swallow of the vicious medical sludge, then capped it up again and hummed the nearly-full bottle over at a trash can, weird roots and spices still twisting through my nose as I stepped out into the street. I had to get over, and probably somewhere out of the way, before they came out of the shop, and then had to hold them there with the nail gun until Leo could get over with Carolína's truck. He ought to be coming, but he wasn't here yet – if he got stuck at a red light or something, someone might see me mugging people with a mutant blaster pistol right outside a hipster coffee shop and yell or call the cops or something, and then the whole plan would be in the shit. All I could control was my own part; I unbuttoned my coat one-handed as I hustled across the street, keeping the other hand down in my pocket to keep the gun on that side covered up.

I could already see Remy and Sandra coming around towards the doors as I came up; I ducked in next to a bush over to the side of the entrance, getting my right hand onto the grip of the nailgun, running through in my mind how the damned thing worked even, and how I was going to pull it out. By the corner of my eye, I flicked a look inside; Remy was holding the door back for her and she was coming out, smiling, bright eyes behind exactly like Carolína said a pair of glasses so darling they should be illegal, and then she was turning inside his body, taking his hand again as they came through the door – they hadn't seen me yet, or maybe just not noticed me because I wasn't shooting pink hearts out of my eyes like they were, and over behind them was a black blur that had to be Carolína's Bronco turning around the corner. I looked back and forth quickly, looking for other witnesses, thinking about how I should stand, and then stepped up on them, rocking the gun out of its loop to hold it with both hands, low at my waist, in front of my body so no one inside the shop would see.

"Remy Villeneuve? Sandra Khee?" I asked, almost surprised at how chill I was keeping it, "Can you please just stand where you are. No noise, don't move. Please." Sandra's eyes bugged out at the gun – maybe confusion, because it was pretty obviously a construction implement instead of a normal firearm, and that also opened up a lot of really bad-weird torture possibilities – and looked like she was about to scream. I bobbed the muzzle at her again. "No. No noise. You want to scream, bite your thumb or something. Just stay where you are." The Bronco rolled up next to them, and I nodded at it. "Remy, open the door. Both of you, in the car; in the back seat." Remy opened the door, a hand on her shoulder, and she was confused or shocked enough that he was cooperating that she didn't resist.

I pushed up into the back seat bench after them, Remy unhelpfully between me and her, his arm over her shoulders, and pulled the door shut behind me. So far so good. Now to get gone and de-escalate the situation before someone hit us with a kidnapping charge. The front door banged as Carolína hopped up into the passenger seat, and Leo put the truck back in gear, slowly rolling off the curb and down the street. "All right," said Leo, head-checking as he moved out into the center lane, "so we got her. So now what? Where to?"

"Same place," Carolína said, "same place we planned. I already called my cousin, he has the back room at his restaurant clear, and we can go up there and have our discussion." She turned around in her seat, looking over at Sandra, sunken back like she was trying to disappear into the seat and/or Remy's armpit. "I'm sorry about the gun and things, but we had to be sure you come along, where we can all talk in private. If you want, you can tell your friends where you are: you are going to have a business discussion at Narcos Chivito up on North Campus; if they call there, someone will let you talk when we get up." Sandra nodded, but didn't speak; she seemed to be coming a little more back to herself, but she was still in a car that she'd been forced into at almost-a-gun-point, still on the way to a 'private discussion' in the back room of a Colombian restaurant. It was going to take a little more for her to come out of her shell and answer our questions.

Sandra was definitely still scared, and not super-cooperative, even after we got up to the restaurant, but at least she didn't need to be frog-marched through the main dining room with the nailgun in her back; she came quietly and followed Carolína by the lead of Remy's hand along through the aisle between the tables, and then around through the darkened doorway into the place's private back dining room. She seemed to brighten up a little when Alberto turned on the lights, showing us to a normal set-up table, and when Remy pulled out a chair for her closest to the door. We weren't going to give her the third degree, and if she wanted to run, she could have a head start. I sat down at the other corner, letting Remy and Leo and Carolína fill in around her, both my hands up on the table; the gun was still out in the car, but she didn't have to know that, just that I wasn't holding it on her while we were talking and eating.

In another minute, barely after we'd gotten seated, Alberto was back with a tray of water glasses and a big platter of aborrajados, and that was the ice broken good: it is impossible to think poorly of someone who sets you up with a plate full of gooey cheese-filled plantain fritters. It even got to me; one bite, and I could stop thinking about how she was still, even still, clinging to Remy for support what the hell. Well, two bites, two bites, maybe. I licked my fingers and picked up another one as Leo took a deep breath and leaned in.

"I know people have apologized already, but I want to make sure I do, and the rest of us do. We like you, Sandra; you've been real fun every time we've met you without Sajitha putting a gun on you" – he nodded over at me and I tried to look embarrassed and apologetic with half an aborrajado in my face – "and you've been really, really good to us at the Renfield Arms. But we've heard rumors from the other tenants, and last week, it happened to us, too: our microwave disappeared from nowhere, for no reason. The other tenants haven't been able to get a straight answer out of anyone in the management, and now it's turned into our problem too: we had to do something to make sure that we could all sit down together, that everyone could ask and answer questions; and I'm sorry that it turned out like this. It must have been mad scary for you, and I'm sorry for putting you through that."

"Listen," I said, rolling my water glass between my hands as I put my oar in, "I know, that you know, that maybe probably we can't be cool cool right now because… because of reasons" – reasons that I could see that she definitely understood without me having to say it, and with Carolína grinning at me like that goddamned if I was going to say it out loud if front of the boys – "but I know I was over the line. I shouldn't've pulled out a gun on you, and I'm not going to blame you if you have beef with me because of it. I'm sorry. It was scary and awful and unnecessary, and it was my fault. It wasn't necessary to threaten you to get you to come here; none of this whole big stupid cloak-and-dagger production was necessary, because we, like all of us, we're cool, right? If we'd just asked you over to the apartment, without the truck and the nailgun and the spying, you would have come over and we could have talked this out, right?" I held up another aborrajado. "Well, maybe not over Colombian appetizers, but you get the picture. Actually, yeah, maybe it is better like this." She half-smiled at that, cracking a little; if she could laugh at me, maybe the rest of us would be able to tease some answers out of her.

"Yeah," Sandra said, shaking her head but smiling still, "maybe it is better. If – I – I didn't want this to happen to you, but if it did, then it's better to talk about it out here – if you'd made a lunch date" – she was looking up at Remy with an expression that made me wish the nailgun wasn't still out in the car – "up here, I'd've come, and then you could have surprised me with this and the rest of you." I hadn't thought of that – we hadn't thought of that – maybe because North Campus was kind of far, and maybe because most of the chivitos that this place served from the Uruguayan side of their lunch menu were physically larger than she was.

"So… wait," Leo said, trying to gather facts. "Out here… would be better than the condo? Why? Is there something wrong there?"

Sandra sighed, her eyes flicking from side to side. "I – it's – well, this place, it's just better – the same reason you picked it. It's private – it's away from things – you don't need to worry about being overheard."

"What?" Remy leaned back, almost shocked. "Overheard? Like if you came by the apartment other tenants might be like leaning over listening through the air ducts and stuff? What the hell?"

"No," Sandra said, looking nervously over her shoulder at the door, as if she was scared that someone out there might hear what was coming next. "Not tenants – someone else. Maybe something else." She bit her lip and looked down at her napkin; I elbowed Leo, nodding at the door, and he stood up, craning around to make sure that there wasn't anyone eavesdropping.

He sat down with a huff and a sigh. "Okay. Okay, I get it, that there's something real weird going on, and you don't want to talk about it because you think we'll laugh at you, or there's someone in the door who's going to record it and expose you later. There isn't. You're cool. We're alone here – and the four of us, we're in with the Applied Physics lab, so I promise you, no matter how weird your story is or how dumb it sounds, trust me, we have seen and done and gotten involved with stuff that is much weirder and much dumber." We were all nodding along at that, and Sandra seemed to be perking up a little.

Carolína reached across the table, putting her hand over Sandra's. "Can you please tell us the whole story, from the start, as much as you can? I don' know, if we could do anything about it, but it's got to help to be able to tell somebody. We just want to know, as much as we can, what's going on with the place we're living."

"That, and where in the heck our microwave got to," I said, picking up another fritter. Carolína shot me a look like I wasn't helping, but Sandra didn't seem to notice, and, still looking down, she started in on her story.

"There – even here, even still, I don't feel comfortable just talking about this – there is a ghost in the building. It's haunted." She looked up, looking back and forth across us looking for raised eyebrows, scorn, disbelief, getting mostly just people eating fried banana chunks. Ghosts were kind of a little out there, but we'd all been through some pretty weird stuff, and there had to be more to this story than 'house is lol haunted lol'. "I – I don't know too much about it; I think there was a curse on the developers, someone they evicted when they were buying the land to put the buildings up. It was before I joined the office – I just needed a job and I thought it'd be nice to sell real estate to people who were looking for a good place to live and I could make some money, and I didn't find out about this awful ghost until after I'd already signed a term contract. I – I'm kind of stuck in this; maybe not as stuck as you are, but I'm stuck too.

"The ghost, or maybe the demon – I don't know what its deal is – has some rules, rules about sacrifices. It can't hurt people, but it takes their possessions – maybe that was a thing from the curse, like the tenants' stuff would be stolen, the same way that the witch or priest or whoever that made it had their house stolen. They just… go; it's like they shift planes to another dimension – I don't know if the demon or ghost or whatever bad thing eats them, or if it's just hiding them; I know it's there, and I see what it does, but I don't know anything about it at all." I had a brief and terrible vision of dozens of apartments' worth of shitty student furniture stacked up in some kind of Bed & Bath of the Beyond, a Lost Ark warehouse full of stinky porch couches and ugly rattan tables stretching off infinitely into an elemental plane of housewares; just for a moment, though, because Sandra kept going.

"It seems like it takes a little at a time – on a kind of a schedule, like it's eating for nutrition – and where and what it takes is random. That's why I'm working so hard – that's why I was able to get you such a deal on the condo. The more tenants there are, the less chance that it's any one apartment that has something missing, the next time something disappears. But of course, it's hard – people get afraid, or they get sick of their stuff going missing, and they leave, and then it gets worse for who'sever's left. So I have to be out all the time – always getting new people in." She sighed, shoulders slumped; the strain of keeping ahead of the grind of this job was obviously taking its toll on her.

"So there's that – and also I'm trying to fix it." Sandra folded her hands on the table, looking forward at Leo, committed. "The thing, the demon, is bound to the building: it's stuck there and doesn't get out and haunt the developers, the ones that made the building get cursed. So if it can get through to our world only there, then that means that if it gets pushed out there, it can't come back to our world anywhere – problem solved. So days, I'm always trying to find more tenants, and nights, I'm looking around for exorcists or ghostbusters or stuff – but I'm getting stuck there, too, and I'm running out of options. That was what those guys were, the other night with the fire: they said they were ghost hunters, but they were more like Bill Murray cosplayers with radon meters they scribbled on – I'm in real estate, I know what a radon detector is, you can't fool me." Her voice raised a little, like she was sick of being given the runaround by paranormal bullshitters and glad of the chance to unload on them to some scientists.

"But they're all that's left – I went to the churches first, and they threw me out. The Protestants I tried were weird and started asking me questions about abortions and how many gays lived here; the Catholics wanted a recommendation from my parish priest and eight forms in triplicate and a notarized investigation report from the city before they could even call their exorcism branch. I don't have a parish priest! I'm not even Catholic! I talked to my mom about this and she told me to call the Buddhist temple, but they gave me a five-figure quote and couldn't promise anything – it was too expensive, I couldn't expense it, I'd've had to pay it up front myself and I can't do that, I have student loans still, and they wouldn't come down or only agree to payment if the ghost was banished or whatever.

"So I was left with really nothing, like I found a couple weeks ago these shamans – well, they said they were shamans, maybe just hippies – who said they would smudge for spirits and cleanse the place and I paid them and then when I went to check on them they were still just sitting on the floor of one of the empty condos stoned as hell – they said they were 'smudging', but they were really just smoking all of the weed for five hours straight, and I wasted eight hundred dollars on that and the property office cut my expense authorization back to five hundred, and now the last ghostbusters I wouldn't have to pay travel for are worthless and another tenant canceled their lease yesterday and I don't know what I'm going to do." She took a deep breath, knuckles white as she squeezed her hands together.

"Well, you've come to the right place, then," Riley said from the next table over, and Leo dropped his water glass with a clunk, spilling ice cubes all over the table because seriously jesus hell what the shit was Riley even doing here, "because now probably the only people competent to deal with your 'paranormal' problem have the whole story, and since they're living at your place anyway, we can get right to work."

Carolína was scuttled in next to Sandra, posted up in case she flipped out, and Remy and Leo were frantically trying to dam up the water from Leo's glass with their napkins before it spilled on anybody: it was on me to react. "Riley," I said, still trying to process it myself, "Riley, what the hell are you even doing here?"

Riley snorted angrily and waved a handful of high-piled meat stack at me. "I was having a chivito! Jesus crap, you guys all take the whole afternoon off and play mafia, and I can't go out and have a chivito if I want? What the hell?" I squinted down, trying to keep my cool; that wasn't any kind of rational answer, and super avoided the part where Riley was posted up in what should have been our private room, but it was all the answer we were going to get, and it wasn't productive to fight about it any further.

I rubbed my forehead with my hand. "Okay. Fine. Whatever. Whatever works. Sandra, this is Riley – Riley Kannacheskis, the head of the Applied Physics lab, the person who can always solve your problem, after you've exhausted all the options that make sense or won't set things on fire. Riley, this is Sandra Khee, the agent who rented us our new apartment – and like you heard when you were eavesdropping, she thinks we've got couch-eating ghosts."

"And – it's just like Sajitha said," Sandra said, looking up at Riley with more hope than anybody who'd ever been in contact with the AP lab before could see as reasonable, "I am out of other options. What you said – you mean that your lab, your friends here, could get rid of the demon?"

Riley took another hinge-jaw bite of chivito and swaggered around the divider partition that had allowed us to believe we were alone here when we came in. "I don't know that you've got a 'demon'; I don't put a lot of stock in religion or parallel worlds. But you look at the facts: physical objects move from their place, or get dislocated. That happens. That's a thing. These are real objects with real mass; whatever's doing them answers to the real laws of physics – and so do we.

"These things that 'disappear', they've got to go somewhere. There's a little thing called the conservation of matter and energy that means that if they were really popping out of existence, you'd have a really deep and really radioactive hole about where you've got your condo complex. So they're being moved, and the best guess at why and how is that someone's manipulating their coherence to the broad-scale quantum state space: they're displacing themselves, or these random bits of furniture, in a directed random walk that arrives in a coherent state where the microwave or whatever dislocates itself out of the apartment into somewhere else. I won't bore you with how the math behind this works, but basically, every particle in the universe can translocate itself hell of far essentially at random: the reason classical physics works is that doing this at all with particles, let alone at the macro scale with stuff we can see, is so unlikely it's practically impossible. Nearly all of a given particle's potential adjacent spaces on the q axis, time, the fourth dimension, are also right next to its prior position in x-y-z, the physical three-dimensional space we can perceive. But it's not all of them, and you can work the corners on this stuff."

Riley took another bite, and swallowed, and went on. "And in another quantum coincidence, this physics lab you're renting to is probably more knowledgeable about deliberately manipulating quantum frames of reference than anybody this side of the Large Hadron Collider. We've got the know-how, we've got the equipment, and we've got the guts to not just look at unlikely parallel parts of the state space, but to go and do something about it. You get us and our equipment over in your building, under the right conditions, and maybe we won't like 'exorcise' your 'demon', but we'll definitely make sure of what the hell's going on, and we might even be able to do something about it."

"Really? Really? Do you think you could? If it's not too expensive – really, could you? I'm not sure that I follow the science, but – I – I kind of get it, and it definitely sounds better than middle-aged men with radon detectors and caution tape. Could – could I ask you to try?"

"Sandra – if, if you're like attached to this development or the idea of it not having flaming holes in it, could you maybe not?" Remy asked, but Sandra wasn't listening, and if she wasn't listening to Remy nobody was going to be able to talk her out of it, and I didn't know how I felt about that.

"Certainly," Riley said, smiling wide, ignoring how the rest of us were trying to not make this deal, "step over into my office, over the other side where I've got my phone and the rest of my french fries, and we'll see what we can do. I probably won't need a retainer up front, but we will need detailed blueprints of the whole complex, and if you can get me unfettered access to a machine room or something, anywhere with 240-volt main plugs, I'll take it as soon as you can give it over. How about it?" Riley gestured back over the partition, and Sandra stood up, walking around Carolína's chair, nervous, excited. Leo slumped down onto the table, head in his hands, as they started to chatter away about specs and price quotes.

"Great," he said, "just awesome. I'm going to make history – two apartments burned down in the same month. What are we going to do? It was skin of my teeth to catch up on notes after the last place burned down – if I lose all my books again I'm gonna fail out for sure."

I patted him on the head, faint sympathy and the least little bit of a jealous flash from Remy. "I didn't sublet my old place on Morgan," I said, "so you all can go and throw your books or notes in there. And stop feeling so bad for yourself," I went on. "I mean, when this one goes up in smoke, we're all going to be sleeping under our workbenches this time."

"God, I wish I had enough hope to correct you and say 'if', not 'when'." Leo rolled his head over to get out of the water he'd spilled, and Carolína stood up to yell at her cousin to get us some aguardiente already.

Chapter 5

#nanowrimo #alifeofriley #fiction #chivito places need to also be a thing outside of uruguay

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