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theweasleytwinsownmyjuicyass · 6 months

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Friendly lips pt. 2 | L.N.

Lando Norris x friend!reader

Summary: Two close friends try navigating the complex emotions that have arisen after their unexpected kiss.

Warnings: lil sexual themes, fluff.

Word count: ~1.6K

Lando couldn't escape the memory of your lips, the taste of your strawberry lip balm had lingered on his mouth since the night before. He had known the familiar scent for a long time, but now, he had a different connection to it, one that left him feeling both exhilarated and bewildered.

As you yawned and cuddled up to him, his eyes remained fixed on the ceiling, deep in thought. When you greeted him with a "good morning," he realized he had been lost in his own world ever since he awoke.

"Morning," he replied, wrapping his hand around your shoulders, pulling you closer. But, in the quiet of the morning, Lando couldn't help but continue the wrestle with his emotions.

For the first time in his life, he had to resist an overwhelming urge to lock lips with his best friend, to taste the strawberries on your lips once more. It felt like a whirlwind of emotions and confusion, and he couldn't quite make sense of it.

"Ready for the last race of the weekend?" you inquired, breaking the building tension with a smile.

"Absolutely," he replied, letting go of his inner turmoil. "I'm already on fire to get on that track."

The tension dissipated, and you smiled contentedly, hugging your friend closer. "Can't wait to see it."

Lando couldn't help but tease you, "Well, if you hadn't been late yesterday, you would have seen it, but clearly, you don't love me enough."

You retaliated by biting his shoulder, causing him to yelp. "OUCH!"

You playfully scolded him, "Stop being a drama queen, or I'll bite you again."

Lando countered, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "But you love it when I'm dramatic…"

Deep in thought, you responded, "You're right, I do. Sorry, Lan," and sealed your apology with a kiss on the small red mark your teeth had left on his shoulder before heading to the shower.

Lando lay in bed, not moving, not breathing, his gaze locked onto his shoulder, where your lips had been mere seconds ago. The world felt like it had gone mad, and he couldn't help but wonder if he had too. The complicated dance between friendship and the unexpected pull of desire was a puzzle he wasn't sure how to solve, but one thing was certain: it had changed everything.

Lando couldn't comprehend why you appeared so nonchalant about the kiss, as if it held no significance to you. It left him frustrated and angry, wondering why you seemed to have it so easy, unaffected by the emotions that were tormenting him. He partly wished he could just go with the flow and pretend it didn't mean anything, but he knew he'd be lying to himself. He didn't want to forget the memory of how you felt and tasted against him, and that left him feeling increasingly lost.

Sitting in the garage, his hands almost pulling at his hair in frustration, Lando couldn't help but think about the kiss.

His gaze was fixed on you and some other drivers chatting, and the mere sight of you only deepened his inner turmoil.

Oscar, a keen observer, approached Lando, concern etched on his face. "You're all right, man? You seem stressed."

"I am stressed," Lando admitted, feeling a weight on his shoulders.

"Why? You did great yesterday, and today's race isn't even that important. I'm still sure you'll get on the podium."

Lando took a deep breath before responding. "It's not really about the race. I just can't get something out of my head…" He trailed off, his gaze still locked on you.

Oscar didn't miss a beat and saw right through Lando's internal struggle. "So, you've finally caught up to yourself and don't know how to get Y/N to be your girlfriend?"

Lando wasn't going to answer, but Oscar's persistence got to him. "I kissed her… well, more like we both kissed."

"When did that happen?!" Oscar's eyes widened with surprise.

"Yesterday…"

"Wow, mate… I mean, that's good. You've gotten out of the friend zone and into the boyf-"

Lando cut him off. "Not like that."

"What do you mean?"

"We were just playing around, and I stupidly, as a joke, said that we should kiss. She agreed, and we kissed, and… well, nothing, absolutely nothing. At first, I thought maybe she just felt awkward about the whole thing, but now I honestly think she's pretending like it didn't happen."

Oscar let out a low whistle. "Man, that's a lot."

"I know," Lando sighed, his frustration and confusion still gnawing at him.

As Lando finished the race in P1, the frustrations that had plagued him earlier seemed to have dissipated. He stepped out of the car, and the entire team swarmed him, offering hugs, congratulations, and pats on the back. You stood back, your heart swelling with eagerness, tears welling up in your eyes.

Amidst the commotion, your eyes were drawn to Lando, who looked incredibly happy and radiant. His smile, brighter than ever, was like a beacon of joy that made your own heart soar to life. You could hardly contain your emotions as you waited for your turn to congratulate the boy who officially lived rent free in your mind.

After a series of interviews, Lando finally had a moment to break free from the throng of well-wishers and head your way. As he made his approach, your eyes locked together, and in that shared gaze, all your unspoken emotions seemed to flow freely.

The two of you collided in a fierce, emotional hug, and Lando used his whole strength to pull you as close as possible. His face found solace in the crook of your neck as tears of happiness streamed down both of your cheeks. While your hands surrounded his shoulders, tangling in his champagne covered hair as you held on to him with all your might as well.

In that moment, as Lando inhaled your scent, time seemed to come to a standstill, leaving only the two of you in the world, your voice a clear whisper. "Congratulations, Lando, you are the winner." You could feel his rapid heartbeat against your own chest, making your heart come in sync with his.

He pulled away slightly, his gaze locked on your eyes, and you could see the depth of his feeling reflected in his soft, adoring look. "You're my best prize," he said, winking and gently kissing your forehead.

Your heart swelled even more, and you couldn't help the words that so silently escaped your lips, "I am yours."

However, your whisper was not to be heard as Lando was pulled away by ta group of other drivers pulling him into proud hugs. But Lando‘s eyes remained on yours speaking louder than you could, written in the language of your eyes, and it was a memory neither of you would ever forget.

Returning to the hotel after the race, you and Lando were still high on adrenaline from his impressive win. You ended up back in your pajamas, entangled together on the bed, watching a movie. The situation felt like a repetition of a few days ago when you had shared your kiss.

Your mind was racing with thoughts about that kiss, how it had lingered in your thoughts since it had happened. It was as if you couldn't escape the memory, and the way Lando made you feel.

On the other hand, Lando had accepted his fate, believing that he was just a friend to you. He was glad to, at the very least make you a proud friend with his victory, but the weight of disappointment sat heavy on his heart, especially when moments like this, being so close to you, felt utterly natural.

"Lando," you began, voice hesitant, "can I ask you something? But you must be honest."

"Whatever you want, darling," he replied, the endearment bringing a blush to your cheeks.

"Did our kiss mean anything to you?" you asked, eyes searching his with a mixture of hope and trepidation. You needed to know the truth, even if it meant potentially shattering your own heart.

He straightened up, looking directly in your eyes. "Everything... But if you wish to forget it, let's..."

His words trailed off as his gaze fell from yours, unable to withstand your lovely gaze that he was adamant he found himself drowning in

"I wish I never have to forget what kissing your lips feels like" you poured your heart out to your friend, meaning every word you softly spoke to him.

He is shocked by your words but your following actions shock him even further. You place your hands on his cheeks and pull him down, locking in your wish with yet another passionate kiss.

"Y/n please be mine, I’m begging you" the strawberry flavor has once again enveloped his senses and he rests his forehead against yours, his ardent breath ghosting your lips.

"Without a question my love, I’ve been yours this whole time" you reply, sealing your promise with a kiss to his cheek. Lando practically melts into you, breathing you in as if you were his lifeline.

A wide smile broke across his face, and you both began to chuckle as he peppered your face with affectionate kisses. "This is so much better than winning the race," he confessed, caressing your face.

"Even better than the champagne?" you can’t help yourself but tease him for his love of the sparkling drink.

"Your lips are my champagne now" he said with a smirk, capturing you in another sweet and feverish kiss.

A.N. I hope this ain't too shabby...

#lando norris #lando norris fluff #lando norris imagine #lando norris x reader #lando norris x reader fluff #lando norris x reader imagine #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 x y/n #formula 1 imagine #mclaren formula 1 #mclaren #ln4 x reader #ln4 #ln4 imagine #ln4 fluff

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toyourheartandback · 1 month

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WAITING LINE

book!percy jackson x reader

in which you have been waiting to be percy’s first choice since the first time you met him

word count: 1.45k

warnings: bad english and crearly ooc percy (because he’s such a complex character and i strongly believe his relationship with annabeth is fundamental for his development)

a/n: currently reading son and feeling very inspired to write a second part with older percy, but first i gotta see if at least one person gets interested in this one

you met percy jackson for the first time at 12 years old. the two of you stumbled across each other on the lakeshore by the limit of the forest, some days after him returning the lighting bolt and luke’s betrayal. camp halfblood was a mess, trying to recover from the possibility of a war between gods and the realization of being backstabbed by their favorite counselor, and that’s why both of you decided to search peace far from all of that.

when you approached the lake, percy was sitting into the water with damp clothes looking at the sun in front of him. it was time for apollo to rest from his work, but there were still enough light to let you see the tears on the boy’s cheeks once you got close to him. “can i stay here?” he moved his head in your direction at the question while attempting to get rid of the tears with his hand. “yeah, sure.”

the sand and the water were still warm when your bare feet touched it as you reached the close side of the son of poseidon and sat there. sea green eyes full of curiosity followed all of your movements. “i’m percy, what’s your name?” you giggled a little too loud at his first statement that he looked at you confused.

“do you really think i don’t know who you are?” of course you knew him. how could you not? everyone at camp talked about the little kid who killed a minotaur, returned the master bolt and saved olympus all in one week. he was a hero and a cute one as well. “i’m y/n between.”

percy blushed at your words and you couldn’t help but feel yourself do the same at the sight. “nice to meet you, y/n” he had a bright welcoming smile on his face and the two of started talking for hours after that moment. sharing insecurities, passions, feelings and moments. everything that came to your minds. the both of you felt finally seen after some tremendous weeks.

that time was one of many through the years. during the school year you would send letters to each other and while at camp you would meet up when you could make time for that, between his quests and the war. it was always at that same spot on the lakeshore after dinner. just the two of you, alone.

your friendship was like a whisper, a quiet secret. you weren’t that close outside of your private encounters full of emotions and doubts about your lives. percy had his friends, his adventures and a prophecy to fulfill. he didn’t have the time for you.

nonetheless you didn’t care if you were able to see each other just once a week because it was enough. until the letters stopped arriving in your mailbox and percy started ignoring you at camp. the first time was because of rachel and then when he started dating annabeth. you were very happy for him, but you were also crying in your cabin at night missing the guy who knew you the best.

at some point you had to move on with your life. percy and annabeth were perfect for each other. he didn’t need your silly conversations anymore when he could just talk to his nice little girlfriend. so you moved on and it was like you and him have never been anything for one another. simply two people whose lives never crossed.

that was all before he decided to startle your life again. “since when do you still pray?” his unexpected voice made a shiver go through your spine. you were in the waiting line for burning your offerings to the gods at dinner and percy was just right behind you, probably also waiting for his turn like you were. “i could tell you the same thing” you said looking at him smirking at your words.

he seemed more mature since the last time you two had an interaction together. probably it was achille’s curse or the weight of the war on his shoulders, but to you it was deeper than that. he wasn’t the little kid crying on the lakeshore that you met years prior anymore. he almost resembled a god and you would have believed he was if you didn’t know better.

“i don’t” percy answered you with a shrug of his shoulders and deep green eyes looking at yours. “usual spot tonight?” you were at loss of words but a million thought in your head, so you just nodded. he showed you the biggest and most radiant smile ever and left you baffled in front of the burning fire.

perhaps it was stupid agreeing. after months trying to forget him, you just didn’t need the wound to be open again. but you still went to that same old spot that night right after dinner and percy was already there, waiting for you. all of your doubts were swept away when he looked at you.

gods, you missed him.

“i’m glad you came” he genuinely seemed happy to see you, almost relieved. his hands were fidgeting with riptide as a pen and his puppy eyes were focused on yours. your heart was doing cartwheels and backflips at the mere sight of percy jackson. you pulled yourself together by focusing your gaze behind the boy and reminding yourself of your well thought argument that you prepped before approaching him. “percy, why are we here?”

“I think we should talk” you sighed at his answer, fixing your camp t-shirt nervously while still facing the shining water instead of his deep stare of the same color. “talk about what?” you just wanted the boy to acknowledge how unfair he had been with you, rather than pushing you away. you wanted closure.

he placed riptide in his jeans pocket and got closer to you, trying to get in your line of sight. “i missed you” your cheeks were flushing an unintentional bright red at his words that only got worse once the son of poseidon grabbed your hands. “i’m lost without your support” percy’s touch on your skin was as tender as his voice in your ears.

“you have other people in your life to rely on” your bitterness was shown as you scoffed. the boy squeezed your hands and gave you a sweet smile, getting so close that you could breathe the comforting smell of salt water. “annabeth and i broke up” you pushed him away as hard as your heart sank at his words.

“i’m just your rebound” you felt so stupid for misplacing his actions towards you. percy was there only because he felt alone and you were his last and most desperate choice. tears started rolling down your cheeks as you were overwhelmed with emotions. “no, y/n, no” he tried to come closer but you shoved him off. “i couldn’t bear being near you before” his whole being was showing guilt and worry, but you could only see pity for you.

“i need to be alone” you were already backing away from him, rubbing your face to stop crying and trying to compose yourself. percy was frenetically apologizing as he was attempting to grab your arms to make you stay with him. “please, i’m sorry, just listen to me” he looked like a rumbling mess, but you couldn’t have this conversation with him that day. you thought you were ready to confront him and you were wrong.

you had gotten the explanation of his behavior that you so ardently needed, therefore you could leave and you did. you just walked away from him and went straight to your cabin, shutting the door behind. you thanked the gods that your siblings were at the campfire as you started violently sobbing.

he was being unfair to you. you were just starting to get over him and then he barged into your peacefulness with his cocky handsome smile and pretty dark hair which you weren’t able to ignore. the son of poseidon knew how whipped you were of him and that you would have always waited for him to affirm your place in his life, but you were tired of being left on the sidelines for when he needed a shoulder to cry on. you didn’t need to be made second to annabeth or rachel or anyone else, not a goddamn prophecy either. you were going to be first on someone else’s line if you couldn’t be on percy’s.

#percy jackson #pjo #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson and the olympians #hoo #heroes of olympus

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soapyghostie · 25 days

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Hey! Absolutely random request, but imagine reader being a tired person that out of wounds and stress they just fall asleep when they're being carried, about to go on a hook. How would the dbd killers(any, really) react?

Like, imagine. Being carried, without anything under legs can already make someone sleepy if they don't have adrenaline pumped through their veins. Plus, i know that having wounds(aka blood loss) can make people very tired.

Since this request it a little vague, I decided to get a little creative with it and wrote some angst because I’m a sucker for angst with dad slashers (except Frank is your big brother in this request). 😭 Hope you enjoy!

The Ghost Face/Danny Johnson

Danny would be confused at first, bloodlust still kicking through his veins even after killing all our teammates as he carries you, his injured daughter, to the hook (Sorry (Y/N), he’s just doing his job. No hard feelings). He’ll pause for a moment, trying to process the fact that you feel asleep on his shoulder.

As he realizes that you fell asleep due to exhaustion and stress from your wounds, Danny’s demeanor would soften and his parental instincts within him kicks in. He’ll gently adjust you in his arms from being thrown over his shoulder to being carried bridal style, ensuring that you’re comfortable even as he still proceeds to hook you.

Seeing you in such a vulnerable state would stir up a lot of internal conflict in Danny. He’s torn between his role as a merciless killer and his love for you as his daughter as he hesitates to sacrifice you to the Entity. Danny’s had a lot of bad performances in trials lately and he really needs the 4K. However, to get the 4K he needs to sacrifice you. Of course it has to be you: the Entity is so cruel.

As to not get punished by the Entity, sadly, Danny will throw you onto the hook. Danny would feel a pang of remorse and sadness. He knows that he’s the cause of your pain and exhaustion, and seeing you in such a vulnerable state serves as a painful reminder of the life he’s subjected you to. He silently reflects on his actions and their consequences. He’ll gaze at your sleeping form dangling from the hook, grappling with the complexities of his emotions and the choices he made.

Despite his conflicted emotions, Danny remains committed to his role in the Entity’s twisted game. However, Danny’s determination to protect you remains unwavering. He’ll play the Entity’s game and continue this dark path as a killer if it means to ensure your safety as he doesn’t want you to be harmed as a result of his shortcomings…

The Legion/Frank Morrison

Frank would be initially shocked and panicked to see you, his younger sister, in such a vulnerable state. Despite his tough ‘bad boy’ exterior, he deeply cares about you and seeing you hurt triggers his protective instincts.

The sight of you falling asleep from exhaustion and stress while carrying you to the hook fills Frank with anger and frustration. He’ll curse under his breath, feeling powerless to protect you and frustrated with the situation at hand. First off, your god damn heavy after going unconscious and, secondly, he has no choice but to hook you due to the amount of failed trials he’s had lately to try and please the Entity.

Despite his anger, Frank, also like Danny, would feel a sense of inner conflict. On one hand, he wants to lash out at the Entity for throwing her into a trial with him, but on the other hand, he knows he has to get the 4K by hooking you so you end up safe and sound at the survivor camp instead of the agony the Entity threatened to put you through if he didn’t start stepping it up in trials. You’re the reason he has the strength to keep going in this awful, twisted game of cat and mouse.

Frank would grapple with the feeling of guilt and responsibility for your condition. As your older brother, he feels entitled to preventing you from getting hurt in the first place and blames himself for everything that has happened to you. Despite his conflicting emotions, he would carefully and gently place you on the hook, making sure you're as comfortable as possible given the circumstances. As he watches you sleep on the hook, Frank would have a quiet moment of reflection. He reminisces about y’all’s childhood together and vows silently to himself to do whatever it takes to keep you safe.

Seeing you vulnerable would only fuel Frank’s determination to perform better in trials. He would be even more relentless in his pursuit of survivors, driven by the desire to protect you from the Entity’s hungry claws.

The Shape/Michael Myers

Michael would pause, a flicker of confusion crossing his expressionless face. The sight of you, his daughter, falling asleep despite the dire circumstances briefly disrupts his usual relentless pursuit to satisfy his murderous desires.

Deep within his obscured psyche, a conflict brews. While Michael is driven by an insatiable urge to kill, his parental instincts stir, conflicting with his murderous impulses. This momentary hesitation leads to a brief internal struggle, the likes of which observers of Michael would never perceive.

Despite the task at hand and the chaos of the trial, Michael momentarily freezes, holding your unconscious body with an eerie stillness. His iconic breathing momentarily ceases, as if he too, like Danny and Frank, were contemplating the peculiar situation.

In a rare display of tenderness, Michael gingerly adjusts your position, ensuring that you're comfortable even as he prepares to hook you. His movements would be precise, almost caring, as if he’s trying to shield you from further harm, even in your unconscious state. As he gazes upon your sleeping form, fragments of memories flicker through Michael’s mind. Images of you as a child, innocent and untouched by the darkness that now envelopes you both, momentarily soften his gaze, perhaps even cause a subtle twitch at the corners of his mouth – a long-forgotten smile. You are his world.

Ultimately, the weight of his desire to kill and the futility of his attempts to connect with you wash over Michael. With a heavy heart hidden beneath his iconic mask, he proceeds with the task at hand – sacrificing you to the Entity. With a solemn determination, Michael carries you to the hook, his obsession with killing eclipsing any semblance of any paternal sentiment.

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undiscovered-horizon · 1 year

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Eleventh Doctor x insecure/ anxious reader?

🫀REQUESTS ARE OPEN🫀 || Doctor Who-inspired playlist

"Cold feet" - 11th Doctor x Reader

SUMMARY: Funnily enough, after facing death and vicious aliens, it's small talk with strangers that gives you cold feet. Fortunately enough, you found yourself in the company of an expert on running away.

WORDCOUNT: ~ 1.9k

A/N: As an anxious person I cannot be thankful enough for people in my life who casually roll with my anxiety and don't try to "fix" it with cheap advice

"Time Lord to human! Are you listening to me?"

The sudden yelling shook you awake. Only then did you realize you zoned out in the first place, letting Doctor's rushed words brush right by you. You looked at him only to see pure annoyance seeping from his expression. Although you never meant to hurt him, the guilt still gnawed at you.

"Sorry, missed the last bit," you explained yourself as you awkwardly rubbed the back of your neck. "What were you saying?"

Instead of repeating his scientific ramblings which definitely would have been a little too fast and complex for you to understand, he shifted his posture to rest his hands on his hips. You felt as if he had caught you red-handed doing something he had absolutely prohibited you from doing.

"Oi, what's going on with you? It's like you've lost your head."

You absentmindedly shook your head to dismiss his worry. "Yeah, sorry, it's no-"

"Are you in love?"

For a moment you couldn't get any sound to leave your mouth. "What?" It was a bizarre conclusion to jump to. You couldn't tell what on Earth could even get him that idea. "No, it's on-"

"Good for you!" he said as he clapped his hands. "Now, moving on. Focus, eyes on me."

"Look, it's just that I've got a..." you suspended your voice thinking of the right word to use. The Doctor stared at you with wide eyes, clearly awaiting the second part of the sentence. "Thing."

"A thing?" he repeated in confusion. It seemed as if with each of your words he only grew more offended at your misplaced attention.

"Yes, a thing." Out of all the words you could have used, your choice seemed to have fallen on the worst and least exhaustive one. "My friend, Ada, is throwing a party for some of her college friends but apart from me everyone invited is from her course, so she's going to be the only person I know there."

"And that's what you've been thinking about while I was explaining my clever, clever plan?"

The Doctor stared at you with closely knit eyebrows. In some way, he couldn't fathom how a party invitation could be in any way more interesting than him showing off his extraordinary intellect and creativity. Choosing between a college party and aliens should have been a lot easier than it truly was.

"It's not as simple as it sounds, you know?"

"Alright, then tell me." By his hand-flapping and surprisingly undivided attention, you couldn't tell whether he was growing more upset or actually wanted to hear about what was troubling you.

"Honestly, I don't want to go but it's important for Ada. Also, I haven't seen her in ages. On the other hand..." your voice drifted away. Now that you've started this little heart-to-heart, it was pointless to lie to the Doctor - if successful, fooling him wouldn't gain anything anyway. "It's a party full of strangers."

For a moment he stared at you in silence, visibly expecting you to elaborate but truthfully, there wasn't anything more to say. The hypothetical group of strangers, as faceless as they were, was already stressful enough, even without giving them imaginary traits or habits.

"Strangers, right," he said as he clasped his hands. The sound echoed throughout the console room. He looked away for a moment, basking in enlightenment, before looking back at you. "How exactly is that a problem?" he dwelled on the subject. It seemed as if the discomfort of a company of strangers was hardly conceivable.

"You wouldn't get it." You vaguely waved your hand at him in a dismissive manner. Maybe it was unfair towards him but you really couldn't imagine a scenario in which he doesn't throw in a sarcastic comment about your anxiety. "I mean, how could you? Socializing has never been a problem for you."

"How could it be? People, party, cake, dancing. I love dancing! Great times, nothing to be scared of."

"Yes, there is: small talk and thirty people I've never met. And that's only the beginning."

Even the mere mention of that situation made a cold shiver run down your spine. A flutter of anxiety in your chest brought an unpleasant, suffocating sensation. Unconsciously, your face contorted in a grimace.

"You just go up to them and talk, what's hard about that?"

"Everything!" you exclaimed as you made a broad movement with your hands. "It's just... I can't do that. I physically can't make myself go up to a stranger and ask how they're doing, I'd rather hit my head against a wall. I know the theory, the 'walking through a house' metaphor, it's just... I can't force my body to do that. And when I do find myself talking to a stranger, I want it to end immediately. And the silence! Oh God, the silence... Like when you ask them a question, they answer and then the silence. The awkward silence of my anxiety, lack of social skills and being a generally uninteresting person. Just a bit of quiet and everyone knows I'm weird, awkward and-"

"Hey, hey, stop it!" he scolded you in a whiny voice as if you were a child. "Don't say that. You're not awkward or weird, you're brilliant!"

"Thanks, that's nice of you but unfortunately, I am self-aware."

He may have known you for weeks but you've known yourself for decades.

"No, really." He refused to let go. If the Doctor was going to spout cliche pick-me-ups, he appeared exceptionally committed to the meaningless act. "You crossed the universe as it is wide and long. Fought aliens and risked your life because a toddler couldn't sleep at night. Blimey, you told a Sontaran with a bomb bigger than your head to piss off. And it's house party small talk that gives you cold feet?"

Contrary to his presumption, the context didn't give you any comfort or motivation - it only made you feel worse. If you really were as brave as he made it seem, why couldn't you just start a conversation with your friend's guests? By the measure of saving the universe multiple times, you should be more than capable to do so.

"I know it sounds ridiculous and I agree it's stupid but it's not the same. When we're saving worlds it's a mission, a puzzle to solve." You paused for a moment but by your expression, the Doctor could tell there was something else on your mind. "And I've got you," you added.

"Me?" he asked sheepishly. The Doctor vaguely pointed his finger at himself. "What does that have to do with me?"

"You make me a little braver. I mean, you don't look scared even when you are, so it gives me a little push. I feel a little less anxious when I know that you've got my back."

"So what do you do when I'm not there?"

"Bail," you answered with a shrug. Were you really the same person who criticized the fashion choices of an alien with more guns than limbs? "I rarely go but when I do, I just run off around midnight like Cinderella." You made a small pause when you lowered your gaze, avoiding the Doctor's face. "Honestly, it always makes me feel ashamed like I'm making myself miss out on something but it's either that or panicking in the bathroom."

A silence fell between you. The Doctor's typical hand flapping came to a strange halt as he continued to stare at you with an inexplicable expression. He would have agreed on your resemblance to Cinderella, your regent-esque charm and princess-like beauty but there seemed to be a matter more important at hand:

"Has that ever happened?"

His voice was surprisingly quiet, hesitant even as if he didn't want to actually know the answer. Maybe he wasn't sure he was ready for the responsibility the knowledge would bring. The Doctor's words were barely audible over the whirring and wheezing of the TARDIS's engineering.

"Which part?"

"Panicking in the bathroom."

"Yeah," you said quietly. Your gaze fell to the floor. Looking for some kind of comfort, you slowly rubbed your arm. "It was New Year at my friend's, didn't know anyone there except for him. At some point, I just needed to take a break from being around so many people. I sat in the bathroom wearing a silver sequin ballgown and fought back tears. Funny, I probably looked equally pathetic and great. The only thing I could think about was how rubbish I was at just hanging out with people and, you know, being a normal teen at a normal teen party filled with normal teens. I just..." you stopped yourself at the last moment possible. A heavy, defeated sigh left your lips before you continued in a voice barely above a whisper. "I just wish I was a little less anxious."

"You never said anything."

"Why would I? It's not something I'm exactly proud of." You let out a bitter chuckle as you answered him.

Suddenly you found yourself engulfed in a tight hug. The Doctor's arms were tightly wrapped around you, his slow but ragged breath brushing against your neck. Surprised at the unforeseen affection, you hesitantly reciprocated the embrace. The tweed of his jacket was slightly coarse, some strings were coming out of the seams. He always smelled like burnt wires and a second-hand bookshop. At first, that distinct fragrance wasn't exactly pleasant to you but with time it became a beacon of hope, comfort, adventure and a good laugh.

"Oh, you brilliant, clever you," he quietly said in a sad voice.

Then he stepped away from you just as swiftly and surprisingly as he hugged you in the first place. The first thing you noticed was the change in his facial expression: the Doctor was no longer annoyed or concerned but excited as if he had just come up with a perfect solution to some mind-boggling problem.

"Well then, good thing you're not going alone this time."

"I'm... not?"

"Yes! A plus-one. It's still a thing, right? I'm your plus-one."

"That's sweet of you but you really don't have to. I'm fine on my own," you assured him, although he had no reason to believe you after what you'd already told him.

"Change of plans, sweetheart!" he exclaimed as he pulled one of the many levers. The TARDIS was about to take flight and it was a little too late for arguments and second thoughts. "We're going together and when people become a little too much we attend to an emergency," he said while running between different parts of the flight console. As if he was dancing, he made a whole circle around the control switchboard and stood in front of you once again. The Doctor stuck his index finger in your face as if reprimanding you once more. "No panicking in the bathrooms."

"Wait, what emergency?" you asked as he was already taking directions to your hometown.

"You know, this very real emergency that can't wait and we have to take care of it at the very moment. The crisis that I definitely did not invent just now."

"Right..." you drew out your answer as you caught on to his ruse. A smile crept unto your face. "Time travellers, defenders of the universe. You can never know when you're needed. Any suspicions as to what the emergency is?"

"Laskos' fourth moon. There's that small waffle bar that might need an inspection."

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No Harm List | Pt. 14

Word count: 5.5k ish

Warnings: explicit language, violence, sexual themes

Summary: You live in a city where crime runs rampant. One day, you save a young boy’s life, not knowing that he is the most powerful crime lord's heir. And you have just been put on the no harm list.

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A/N: Hiii lovelies I know it had been literal years since I’ve properly updated. To avoid confusion you may want to go back a few chapters to refresh; I recommend part 12. Also some of the next few chapters may look familiar bc I re-wrote them. But I think you will like this version much better :)

“Why did you avoid me after we kissed?” you asked again, your voice clear. You did not make yourself elaborate. You didn’t tell him how you’ve felt lost and helpless these weeks. And if you could take it back, you would. But if you were honest with yourself, no part of you really wanted to.

You just looked at him expectantly and watched him squirm in the silence. “Because.. I’m a coward,” he offered, looking down at his hands.

Your silence was loud in the air between you, pressuring him to keep talking, “I was scared because BTS has already put you in so much danger already. I mean, we're not even dating, and you were basically held hostage.”

“Don’t pin this on me.” you cut him off. You knew it was a valid point, but it wasn’t his only reason for not talking to you. “Whether or not I endanger myself to date you is a decision for us to make. Why did you avoid me?” you asked again.

“I was scared. I was scared it was an impulsive or pity kiss after being shot. I was scared you didn’t have feelings for me, so I avoided the rejection.”

You quirked a brow in disbelief. Oh, sure, he was scared of you rejecting him. “It’s true!” he insisted.

“And I don’t even know if I could date you,” he added, and you felt a part of your chest ache at the confession.

“I don’t know if I'm capable of dating with my lifestyle. It's not only a safety hazard, but I don't know if I’m capable of giving you any more of myself than I already have. I think about you all the time. And I love spending time with you. But our friendship, where we were before that kiss, it’s all I know how to give people.”

He turned to you, eyes searching your face for any signs of hurt or betrayal, but he couldn’t read your expression as you quietly whispered, “And what if I told you that’s enough?”

Jungkook parted his lips but was at a loss for words.

“I’ve never really dated,” you explained, “And I don't think I know how to. And school is so stressful, and the program is only going to get more complex. I’m not sure I have time to learn and figure out the ‘right’ way to do it.” You paused as you saw his eyebrows furrow in confusion, and you realized how contradictory you were sounding.

“I like you, Jungkook. I like what we have, and I liked kissing you. But before now, I didn’t think I could date you. Not because of the whole ‘gang’ thing. But because I think-” your voice cracked, “I think something in me broke when I lost Daewon. I never,” You paused to swallow.

“I will never let anyone in like that again because it hurt so bad when I lost her. And we weren’t even together romantically. So, imagine how bad it would hurt to lose a partner?” a hot tear rolled down your cheek, and Jungkook reached up to wipe it. You leaned into the comforting heat of his touch as his callused thumb rubbed soothingly on your cheek.

“What I’m trying to say is we both clearly have boundaries and walls. And we both suck at keeping the other out of some of them. So what if we loved eachother in whatever fucked up way we know how and at least reap the benefits of having shitty partners?” You offered with a hesitant smile.

“The benefits being?” Jungkook asked with a quirked brow.

Mischief glinted in your eyes as you smiled at him before lifting onto your knees and crawling towards him on the couch. Jungkook knew this conversation wasn’t over. He knew he should stop you and assure you that nothing about you was broken for being cautious about who you loved. He wanted to tell you that you were good and kind and would make an incredible partner in any capacity, and he was worried he wouldn’t deserve what you were willing to give. But his mind went blank as you inched so close that he could feel your breath against his face as you murmured, “I can think of a few.”

You moved confidently but still grazed your lips against his in the softest touch as if asking for permission.

Jungkook leaned forward, capturing you in the kiss and pulling you into his lap. It was just as hungry as last time, as if he had been waiting to taste you again. Jungkook felt his body come alight at the joy of feeling you pressed against him. His hands rubbed eagerly against your thighs before wandering up your sides, your arms, and your shoulders as he took all of you in.

The touch wasn’t as much for pleasure as it was a claiming. But still, you skin tingled in response. A trail of goosebumps rose in the wake of every brush of his callused hands.

Finally, you broke the kiss to catch your breath. Pressing your forehead against his, you both smiled like idiots as you took eachother in.

Jungkook leaned in to kiss you again, softer this time. As if the raw desperation passed, he would savor every second now that he had you. His hands were firmly on your waist, and his thumbs rubbed in a soothing motion, lower, and lower as they crept under the hem of your shirt.

You felt core core turning molten and couldn’t reflect back on the last time you had been with someone in this way.

Jungkook’s mouth was hot against your neck, trailing down from behind your ear lower and lower, looking for the spot that made-

You gasped and arched against him in pleasure, your chest pressing harder against his.

There it was, his mind thought in primal satisfaction, as he bit down right above your pulse point, making you writhe against him further. He had been replaying the sounds you made during your last kiss in his head an embarrassing number of nights he was alone. He wanted to map your body right now and learn every spot that made you sigh and moan for him. His hands had migrated further up your ribcage, your skin flushing hot beneath his touch as his thumbs swiped just below your bra.

He was about to reach around to unclasp it when a cough from the kitchen cut his ministrations short. You both turned in shock to see Yoongi placing an expresso pod in the coffee machine.

“J-Hope is in the garage you might wanna,” he waved his hand in the air in a vague gesture to separate. “Or don’t,” he said with a shrug, “I think his reaction would be funny.”

You were scrambling off Jungkook's lap and shoving a pillow between the two of you. Your lips were swollen and bruised from the kiss. You straightened your shirt, which was more rumpled from your earlier fight than anything, and placed a pillow between the two of you as if to protect your chastity with seconds to spare before the sound of Hoseok’s footsteps echoed from the garage. You locked eyes with him as soon as he made it in the entryway. You could feel the anger radiating off of him as he entered the room.

“What happened?” He demanded.

Jungkook calmed his breathing, grabbing the pillow barrier to instead place on his lap as he reminded himself that the bakery was attacked. Hoseok had no clue that Jungkook was just kissing his best friend and that he was not in danger.

“Hobi!” you were up in an instant, ignoring his foul temper as you wrapped your arms around him.

He caught your embrace effortlessly, his eyes tracking you and then noting Jungkook and his new emotional support pillow as he squeezed you tightly before letting you step back.

“Are you okay?” you both ask in unison before cracking a smile.

“I’m fine I just had to lay low. What happened at the bakery tonight?” Hoseok pushed.

Your smile faltered for a moment. “There was an ambush, they didn’t touch me. I can’t say the same for them, but they’ll be fine.” you started.

Hoseok’s brow rose at your implication, “You took out four of the Black Tips best men?” he asked. He didn’t sound disbelieving, he sounded… impressed and maybe a little proud.

“Only two, and I wouldn’t call them the best. Why are you here if you’re in hiding?” you asked, ignoring the way his approval warmed you chest. “And why were you in hiding? And when did you dye your hair?” you pushed. Reaching up to touch the murky black locks. It was obviously box-dyed and barely covered the bright red it was days earlier.

Hoseok smiled tight-lipped before moving to the couch, “I’ll tell my story if you promise to tell yours when Jin and RM get back.” He offered.

You refrained from pointing out that the reason you were at the Den in the first place was to do exactly that. You were too eager to get some answers from Hoseok. Who quickly filled you in on the details of the fake assassination attempt that ended in a not-so-fake assassination charge. That led to Hoseok and Yoongi hiding out in some shitty safe house an hour outside the city, living off Raman noodles and re-dying their hair to more subtle colors.

By time Hoseok had finished, the other members of BTS began filing in. Hoseok told you they had only been called out of hiding so Yoongi could manage the video footage of the bakery and nearby security cameras for the police department and insurance claims. Jin wanted to edit out any evidence of a gang-related interrogation, or else their relationship was going to get a lot more complicated with the local authorities.

But apparently, there was no need. Yoongi was fuming when he returned from his office, informing the others that while the security cameras were able to stream live footage to their system, the memory had been wiped from BTS’s computers.

He still had to cover their tracks of abducting the Black Tips on any city cameras. But otherwise the gang was relying on you as the sole witness to the night's events.

Well, you and the four Black Tip members who attacked you. The men were currently stored away in a safe house under the greenhouse on the Den’s property. But with the excessive exposure to Jimin’s smoke, there was a chance their memories would be unreliable, if not nonexistent.

Jimin couldn’t even estimate a wake time for the men due to the level of gas they inhaled. It could be days before anyone could get answers out of them.

When Jin and Jimin finally returned from filing their reports to the authorities, everyone settled in the living room to hear your account. You recalled the night's events as detailed as possible, telling them how the man in the suit tried to buy your loyalty from BTS and describing him to the best of your ability.

To your relief, they all listened quietly while you spoke, and when you were done, it was V who helped you fill in any gaps you may have missed by prompting you with questions. His presence was steady and soothing, and you realized he was giving you a glimpse of the spider at work. The others didn’t dare interrupt him or ask their own questions, they trusted him to gather every drop of information.

What did the man in the suite look like?

Did he ask about BTS’s current movements?

What ‘sins against the city’ did he want to hold BTS responsible for?

What information did he want you to report back?

You didn’t have any answers to half of those questions, confessing you spent most of your time stalling and trying to get the man to reveal why he was bribing you of all people. You were convinced at the time that the alarm had alerted BTS of your situation and that they would arrive at any minute. The thought of the man getting away didn’t seem like a possibility.

And a small part of you, despite promising yourself you owed BTS nothing outside of your contract, couldn’t help but feel like this oversight was a failure on your part. Somehow, you let the gang down.

Jin clarified that the alarm had been disabled along with the cameras hours prior to the break-in. It was by luck and V’s intel that they managed to get to you when you did.

“And isn't that a big fucking problem?” Hoseok growled, unable to stay quiet any longer.

He stepped forward, glaring in Jin and Jimin’s direction, “Do you realize how irresponsible it was to schedule her on a closing shift alone.” He accused.

“Hobi, it’s fine I worked late all the time at my last job,” you started trying to diffuse the situation.

Everyone in the room refrained from pointing out how well that had gone for you.

“No, it’s not fine. This isn’t like your other job. What if they tried to get information from her at that moment, and she had nothing to give? What if V didn’t call in time? There are a thousand different ways this could have gone wrong. She is not a member of this gang,” Hoseok snapped.

You flinched slightly at his tone.

“She doesn’t have the tattoo. Debt and favors aside, she should not be this deep in BTS’s affairs. She should not be alone in our businesses. That bakery is a cover for Jimin’s lab and loitering drug money. Why the hell would you think it okay to leave her alone there?” He continued.

Jin’s face was like a stone as Hoseok lectured him, not wanting his own emotions to invalidate his brothers. “You're right.” Jin agreed, and you could see the full weight of tonight's events take a toll on him as his shoulders sagged and he turned to you with guilt in his eyes.

“I’m so sorry I put you in danger, Ella. We will never let it happen again.” Jin promised his voice was soft but earnest.

“It sure as hell won’t because she’s not working for you anymore.” Hoseok snapped.

“That's not your call to make,” you argued.

Hoseok turned to you, frustration evident on his face, “Do not fight me on this. You know tonight was too dangerous.”

“She was the dangerous part of tonight. She was fine.” Jungkook pushed, standing next to you.

“Stay out of this!” You and Hoseok snapped in unison.

Jungkook’s face puckered like he tasted something sour, but he sat back on the couch's arm.

“Tonight, you were lucky that man wanted you alive. He could change his mind at any point why can’t you see the danger in that.”

“I'm bound by contract to keep working off my debt,” you argued as you turned to RM for backup.

RM crossed his arms, taking in you and Hoseok as he contemplated his response.

“Blood debt runs deeper than civil law,” Hoseok said before his leader could voice his opinion. And a tense stillness fell across the room.

“Have you forgotten she’s on the No Harm List? That we are supposed to be willing to die for her.” he pushed. The whole gang's demeanor changed at the reminder Jimin downcast his gaze as his shame sank into his gut.

“I don’t want that,” you pushed, horrified, “Take me off the list I don’t - I did not ever want that.”

“Daewon, please, why won’t you let me protect you!”

The room fell quiet as his sister's name echoed through the room.

Your chest ached as understanding settled in, “Oh, Hobie,” you sighed.

“We’ll take a vote,” RM ordered, unable to stand another minute of this fighting. “We have damage control to take care of, and everyone is tired. We meet first thing, and we will decide as a team what we should do about Ella.”

Hoseok’s smile was mirthless at his boss’s half-ass attempt to placate him. “See you bright in early,” he said with a salute before turning for the garage.

You stared after your best friend, hesitant to follow him. “And do I get a say in that decision?” you asked RM softly.

RM sighed, “Your opinion will be considered when we vote. You will have full control over how we go about re-negotiating your contract if it comes to it.”

Assuming that was the best you could get, you sighed, eyes flicking over to Yoongi who flanked RM’s left, his arms crossed and his expression stoic.

“I guess I’ll go catch up with Hobi,” you offered hesitantly, not knowing what to do. Yoongi met your eyes but said nothing. Taking Yoongi’s silence as his answer, you squeezed Jungkook’s hand in a silent farewell before you followed Hoseok to the garage.

Hoseok kept his eyes forward as you approached his vehicle. He was sitting in his Porsche the engine purred a soft accompaniment to the rhythmic thump of his music.

“Can I catch a ride?” you asked, already settling into the passenger's seat and buckling before he could give an empty “Sure.” in response.

You didn’t ask where he was taking you as he sped out of the Den’s parking lot and into the streets of the seventh ward. His options were limited if he was still a wanted man, and you figured you would end up at your apartment by the end of the night.

“We need to pick up another box of hair dye. Whoever did yours did a shitty job,” you said, reaching to run your fingers through his hair.

The unique thing about your friendship with Hoseok was you two were forced to mourn together when you were getting close. Meaning you both had a talent for ignoring the elephant in the room and settling into a normal life where you talked around the big issue.

It wasn’t always healthy to ignore your problems like that. But for you and Hoseok, it worked. After big changes like this, you both had a habit of turning off your feelings for a while and giving each other space and time to process instead of forcing each other to talk about an issue before you were ready.

It’s what you did with Daewon’s death. It’s what he did for you when you first found out about BTS.

So tonight, you could make space for him. The two of you could go through the rest of the night without talking about the bakery or BTS at all if he didn’t want to.

You glanced out the window, realizing what street he was turning on.

“We’re going to see Dae?” you asked, surprised as he pulled to the side of the road outside the city’s botanical garden. The gardens were closed, which was no surprise considering it was close to one in the morning. But that was never a problem in the past.

“We didn’t visit her on her anniversary this year,” Hoseok said simply.

You both visited separately, though you wouldn’t point it out. At the time of Dae’s anniversary, you were still giving him the silent treatment for lying to you about BTS. You had visited Daewon’s grave on your own and saw that it had already been cleaned, and her favorite flowers decorated the small plot, meaning Hoseok had already beat you there.

At the time, you had felt guilty for the relief you felt in your chest. Visiting her that day came with the fear that you and Hoseok would cross paths before you were ready to face him. And you think Dae would have been disappointed to see the two of you arguing on top of her grave.

Because of that, neither of you had gone through with your tradition of robbing the botanical gardens.

Your freshmen year of college was filled with many adventures since moving to Alcor was still a novel experience, but it also came with many nights of being homesick. While Gautier was technically a territory of Kros, the country Alcor resides in, the cultures were very different. And the climate was shockingly different in the cold and wet port city where the smell of sea salt was on the breeze, you missed the clean and fresh scent of blooming heathers and rosemary in the spring, and the taste of sweet figs right off the tree in the summer time.

One night, when you were suffering from a rather nasty bout of homesickness, Daewon took you to the botanical gardens and taught you how to break in at night. At the back of the property, a mighty magnolia tree bloomed outside the garden's fence. It was almost too easy to scale the tree’s sturdy branches and dismount on the other side of the garden. The fences were lined with countless bamboo trellises fortified with different vine plants, making for an easy escape anywhere inside the garden.

You remember how your heart fluttered the first night the two of you broke in. You had to make an effort to hold in your nervous giggle as you scaled the magnolia tree and landed on the mossy lawn of the prehistoric trail, which was lined with ZZ plants and ferns with curling fronds. Sneaking your way through the trail and across the lawn of irsis leads you past the desert exhibit and to a greenhouse that honored the terrain of the eastern colony you called home.

The air was warm but much dryer thanks to the special ventilation system, but despite the heavy humidity missing from the air, the small shrub like plants thrived in the rocky soil, filling the air with the fragrant and aromatic scent of rosemary, lavender, and heathers.

You remember how a knot built in the back of your throat as you ran your fingers over the woody rosemary bush, taking in the earthy pine-like scent. Dae sat with you and listened to you go on about your childhood home for hours.

The giant rosemary bushes that were planted around your house were a staple in your kitchen and bathroom growing up. Your mother was always placing sprigs in her hair products, using it as her own perfume.

You told her the story of how your dad always tried to recreate your mother's french toast recipe on your birthday, but he always forgot to sweeten it so it just tasted like egg bread.

You told her stories of how your father courted your stepmom and how you watched them fall in love again, and build a new family together. One you didn’t fit into as snuggly, not for lack of love in your home, but because you were so much older than your siblings and you had your own dreams and life you were ready to find in Alcor.

Dae held you when you cried, then jokingly played the national anthem to Gautier on her cell phone. You guys laughed and danced around the greenhouse as she struggled to keep up with the lyrics.

The memory brought warmth to your chest years later, just like all the other memories with Daewon. But beneath the warmth, a sharp ache still lingered. Daewon wasn’t perfect by any means; she had a temper like her brother, and she could brood like no other.

But she was good. Daewon was good and fun and she loved so fiercely and encouraged and celebrated her friends. She was the type of person to buy you an ice cream after you failed a test and a cake if you passed.

She was the first person to encourage and support you in your adult life, even in scandalous situations like bringing you a spare set of clothes to the frat house so your walk of shame was a bit less shameful the next morning.

“God I miss her,” you sighed as you approached the magnolia.

“Me too. Every day.” Hoseok agreed quietly as he watched you scale the branches.

He was a worry wort and always made you go first in case you slipped.

“Did Daeown ever know? About BTS?” you asked curiously as both climbed higher in the magnolia tree.

“She knew some of it, like selling the spare car parts, and she could obviously guess some more once I got the tattoo, but she didn’t know everything.” He offered as you reached the branch just past the tall fence that protected the gardens.

‘She didn’t know I shot people,’ she could almost hear Hoseok say.

You ducked low as you approached the branch that led into the garden. Grabbing onto the limb above you to balance yourself, you carefully made your way forward as the branch dipped under your weight.

“Careful,” Hoseok warned.

“Whatever,” you said, rolling your eyes as you let go of the limb stabling you, tightening your core as you jumped from the tree. It was less than a 5-foot drop, but you kept your knees bent as you landed, feeling the impact reverberate back into your legs. You hissed as the pins and needles feeling swarmed the balls of your feet.

“You gotta tuck and roll,” Hosek laughed as you wattled out of his way.

You watched as he lowered himself on the branch the muscles in his body tensed before he sprung forward, extending his legs with his knees still slightly bent.

You sometimes forget the athleticism Hoseok hones in his body. You take for granted how smooth and precise his movements are. It was something you still couldn't quite replicate when you trained with Jungkook. But as you admired your friend, you wondered if he was responsible for training Jungkook to master his own smooth agility.

As his feet touched the ground, he pushed his momentum forward, curling into a ball and rolling across the grass.

“Ow fuck!” he exclaimed as he backrolled over a raised root of a nearby tree.

“And that's why I don’t tuck and roll,” you teased, walking towards him, the ach in your legs nearly forgotten.

You wandered out of the exhibit and towards the iris lawn. Dae’s favorite flowers were blue irises. She used to always pick a few of the flowers any time they visited the garden and keep a vase of them in the dorm room.

“You know they’re bulbed plants one day, we can go to the store and get our own,” Hoseok suggested.

“It’s not the same she says they smell better when they’re picked from the garden here,” you insisted.

“It’s not like she’ll be smelling these,” Hoseok grumbled under his breath but obliged when you held out your hand for his pocket knife.

The theft was quick and efficient. You cut loose five of the flower's long stems and returned back to the fence. Taking care that the flowers were unharmed as you shimmied up one of the trellises.

You were both back in the car within 15 minutes and driving down the road to her grave. The visit was a quiet one. Not tearful like in years past, and for a moment as the two of you kneeled and placed the flowers against the tombstone, you didn’t know if either of you were going to speak at all.

“Do you think you’ll ever leave the city,” Hoseok asked quietly.

You looked at him, startled, “You know my dream is to be a travel doctor,” you replied.

“Is that still your dream?” He asked.

You were quiet for a moment, your eyes searching his face for any indication of where he was going with this.

“Y/N, you were determined once. Focused. You lived and sacrificed for that dream and would never jeopardize it. And lately, you’ve-” You closed your eyes as you caught on to his intentions.

“Continued to sacrifice for it,” you interrupted him, “everything I’ve done, the debt I have isn’t so I can play gangster. It’s so I can finish school. The moment I graduate and the moment I pay off my debt, I’m leaving the city.” You assured.

“You could leave now,” he urged.

“Take a residency somewhere I know your grades are good enough for that accelerated program.”

“I can’t run out on my debt. They will find me.” You hissed.

“They won’t. Jungkook will pull RM off your trail, and they can’t send me after you. I would go with you. You’re the only family I have.” Hoseok pushed his voice urgent, “Things are getting bad. There’s a turf war brewing, and the Black Tips aren’t working alone. I don’t think that man who came after you tonight is from the west side. If power players from the East are involved, this whole city will go to shit. This isn’t a petty fight; people will die. The inner circle and whoever is affiliated with them will have a target on their back.”

“What about Yoongi?” You asked.

Your question was double-sided. You knew about Hoseok’s feelings for him and his unwillingness to move on from him over the years. Hoseok was always privet with the gang side of his life, but even before you knew of BTS, you knew of Yoongi and the web of feelings he carried with him. And you also knew of the second's ability to track down and find anyone. If RM wanted either of you dead, Yoongi would find you in a heartbeat and probably had the skill set to dispose of you himself, too.

Hoseok's eyes downcast “He would let us go.”

“You’re expecting a lot of loyalty from someone you plan to betray.” You pushed.

“You’re putting up a hard fight for someone who claims they don’t have a real reason to stay,” he pressed back.

You looked away from your best friend. The man who treated you like his own sister from the beginning. Who was ready to give everything up and run to make sure you were safe.

Why weren’t you willing to give up your fraction of this world in return?

“Perhaps things are more complicated than I give myself credit for. I kissed Jungkook, and I can’t just leave until I figure that out.” You admitted embarrassed. You braced yourself for the teasing or the anger. But Hoseok's face was calm as he responded his eyes ernst and urgent.

“I fucked Yoongi,” Hoseok countered. “If I don’t leave now. I never will.”

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Yandere OUAT Peter Pan x Reader Headcanon

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"Yandere ouat Peter Pan hc’s with a reader who visits neverland in their dreams? I’m esp thinking a sort of a slow-burn situation where he falls in love slowly— maybe not even realizing it until reader stops showing up because they started taking sleeping pills or something (because let’s be honest, having to spend every night in neverland sounds terrifying)"

A/n - When you said hc I'm assuming you wanted headcanons sometimes people don't actually mean it. Like it could be an autocorrect thing. Anyways I hope you like this! Sorry if that's not what you wanted!

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Warning! Yandere behavior, obsession, mentions of punishment, and favoritism

Word count: 2,212

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/"Talking"//Thinking//Muttering-Whispering/

You were lost.

So very lost.

You didn't even know it until that one fateful night.

You went to bed not expecting anything.

The dream you had didn't even feel like a dream...

And there you were standing on sand.

You were at a beach connected to an island.

It was overwhelmingly huge- the mountains as far as the eye can see.

You started walking, taking your time to venture into your new surroundings.

What you didn't know was that someone was watching you...

The next night was practically the same.

You ventured out in search of new things, and eventually, this became your regular night routine-

Along with a certain someone...

It has now been about a week or so, and you've learned a few things about this island.

One- Anything you can imagine can come true.

Two- It exists only in your dreams.

You learned that one the hard way.

What I mean was that you told your parents about it, assuming they'd tell you the name of this island, and all they said was they'd never heard of such an island.

You even tried finding it on maps because you genuinely believed there was more to it than just being a dream... Little did you know how right you were.

However, during that week, you soon realized how quickly you got lost. You were really bad at memorizing. So, you devised a solution. You thought up a couple of ribbons, and it appeared. You tied them around a couple of trees and branches so you knew where you were going the next time you visited.

However, the ribbons did work but only for a short amount of time.

It confused you. You had a theory that perhaps they'd disappear the moment you woke up, but that was debunked the moment you came back to see them still there... So why are they gone now??

You questioned it for a while and settled with the possibility that the things you think up can only exist for a few days, whether you are there or not.

It was now the current time.

You were sitting on a tree thinking about what to make real next.

Having the power to do so was more complex than it looked.

After all, having the ability to make anything real was, well, overwhelming...

But your thoughts were quickly interrupted.

"Hello there!" He popped out of nowhere, which slightly frightened you.

You didn't think anyone else was able to go here, but you... perhaps he was a figment of your imagination? After all, you didn't want to admit it, but you were kind of lonely. In real life and fake.

"H-hi umm, who are you?"

His smirk vanished instantly.

"How do you not know?! Does your world not tell my story?!" He stared at you in shock. When you didn't answer him, he knew. "I'm Peter- Peter Pan. And you would have known that this tree belongs to me."

"That doesn't make any sense... How can this tree belong to you? I've been here a thousand times, and not once have I seen or heard of you. Besides, how did you even get in my dreams? Did I make you up or something??"

Peter didn't really appreciate your attitude.

To be honest, Peter already knew everything he needed to know about you. That's why he chose to introduce himself to you now.

After the first introduction, he wasn't really a big fan of you.

At first, he never cared much and only followed you a few times, just to find out more about you.

But something in his guts told him to learn more about you.

Perhaps it's because you were the only lost girl that his shadow actually liked.

Anyways-

You guys weren't exactly friendly with each other.

At least not at first.

You didn't trust him, and he didn't trust you.

However, he didn't really see you as a threat either.

So, instead, he chooses to play a little game with you.

One you weren't aware of.

"Fine, sit there on that tree branch. At least I can sit on the clouds above."

Peter smirked all proudly. He knew what he was doing.

He was trying to egg you on. He wanted to see your full capabilities.

He knew that the only way anyone could fly was with pixie dust; that's why he didn't tell you. He was sure you wouldn't be able to fly, so you both made a bet.

He was utterly shocked when he lost.

What happened was that you started flying without it...

This piqued his interest really quickly.

I mean, even when he was a kid, he couldn't even do that when he visited...

Soon enough, the real game began-

This game involved you and Peter where he would test you on your abilities without you even knowing it.

Now, mind you, you and Peter are still not friends yet.

So, you found him quite annoying, and when you showed him you could fly without pixie dust, you rubbed it in his face.

That obviously irritated him, so he rechallenged you.

Doubling the rewards from the last bet.

He gave you a bow n arrow and told you to shoot him in the heart.

You were entirely against it, but he insisted.

He guaranteed that you wouldn't be able to even if you thought of it...

What surprised him was that you actually managed to.

Of course, Peter didn't actually give you a real deadly weapon. The arrows weren't real. It was just an illusion.

Now, you'd think that Peter regretted underestimating you; however, he made the bet to be more beneficial to him.

The bet was that if you won, you could have a more comfortable place to stay. So instead of always sleeping and sitting on the uncomfortable ground, you could have a place where you can sit on a comfy chair and have a warm meal, a warm shower, some new clothes, and a bed made for you every time you visit. But if he won, you'd have to do everything he says. You'd become his slave.

Obviously, he underestimated you, but that doesn't change the fact that you'll still be under his watch. Now that he has you in his camp, he'd be able to watch you more closely.

He was genuinely interested in finding out what made you different and if there was a possibility that he would be able to harness the power that you have.

Thus, the idea of Peter having you by his side and for him to study you closely came to be.

Whether you like it or not, he intends to make you like him. That way, you'd choose to be by his side at all times.

However, he didn't expect his feelings to change over time.

After the whole ordeal, Peter took you to camp and showed you all of their traditions. It took a while since you weren't really there.

He puts a lot of effort into being your friend. He knew that your meeting wasn't great; however, you didn't question his change of mood. So he kept playing the part.

Now, when he is testing your ability, he would do small things like-

The boys are sick; can you please think of some type of medicine to cure them???

Along with other scenarios where you would be forced to use a lot of brain power to create a lot of things.

This made you gain the label of 'mother' here in Neverland.

The younger lost boys started calling you this after a while of you treating their injuries and actually showing them some caring affection that they have forgotten the feeling of.

Peter wasn't a huge fan of it at first but soon realized how helpful it could be to have you as their new 'mother.'

After all, a mother shouldn't leave their children behind, right?

A couple has now passed, and Felix has started to gain a scene of worry. He realized that Pan changed, and he knew that Peter didn't see it.

Before, when you first arrived, he would have Felix keep an eye on you but never care enough to make him do anything to you.

Every day, he would report to Peter what he learned about you, and one day Peter decided to introduce himself.

And soon enough, Felix found you at their camp with Peter.

Peter explained everything to him as if the plan never changed.

At first, Felix played along, being nice to you, becoming your friend to cry on, to lean on, to 'trust.'

But soon enough, Felix started questioning if Pan wasn't actually acting anymore.

It's one thing to save you from drowning due to a mermaid, but ensuring you were okay afterward was a little strange.

After all, Felix even prepared the nursery for you, expecting Peter to tell him to tend to your wounds... but no. He told him to get out as he laid you on the bed.

But of course, Felix was too loyal to actually question anything. To actually do anything. To make Pan realize.

It has now been about a year since you first arrived. You have gotten used to this routine of yours.

And Felix stopped questioning Pan's deepening interest in you.

In the beginning, Pan would treat you like everyone else, but throughout the year, he'd slowly stop yelling at you as much as he would yell at them; he has even gotten softer with your punishments, and he'd give you fewer chores, and he'd even hang out with you alone more.

Obviously, the other lost boys have realized that Pan has grown to develop feelings for you. Of course, no one would say anything about it.

At least no one but Felix. He mentioned it a few times throughout the year, but it only struck Pan when he punished Felix. Pan realized that Felix might be right.

And that's when he started to question things.

He soon realized how desperate he became to know where you are at all times. He realized how demanding he'd get when you disappeared.

How he'd use 90 percent of the lost boys to search the island to find where you would reappear.

Peter didn't like how he felt the need to have you by his side.

It was as if he was falling in love with you without even realizing it until now.

Soon enough, the night came when you didn't show.

And that's when Peter's feelings became too unbearable to hide, too unbearable to deny.

He made everyone search the whole island that night.

His heart was beating so fast he could take it anymore.

He removed it from his body to find a strange spot. A deep reddish light that grew and glowed brighter than the rest of his heart. He caressed it with his fingers and felt a vast sensation flow in his body.

Hundreds of memories of you flew into his mind. Or at least it felt like that.

That's when he knew he was infected by you.

The red spot glowing on his heart, growing every day, was love for you.

The deep darkness in his heart raged at the thought of him having and growing a weakness that he wouldn't be able to get rid of.

He thought it would be best to leave you alone. That perhaps this feeling would go away with time.

Oh, how deeply wrong he was.

Meanwhile, it has been about a week since the last time you visited Neverland. You missed it quite dearly.

You weren't sure why you weren't able to visit anymore. You were still technically a kid and your feelings of being lost never changed.

In fact, you felt more wanted there, more loved. So why can't you go there now?

You questioned if it might have been your pills. Your parents were getting a little mad at you, for always sleeping. You'd sleep in class all the time.

But when they realized how you'd change throughout the year, how you became more desperate for sleep. They were getting worried that maybe you weren't getting enough rem sleep. The kind of sleep that makes you feel very well-rested when you wake up. The kind that actually gives you energy in the morning.

So, they made you take deep sleeping pills that will force you into a very deep, dreamless sleep.

You couldn't avoid taking it either; your mother was sure of it.

She'd always stay in the room to watch you take it. She'd always make sure to watch you swallow, and she'd even force you to open your mouth so she could check.

After all, it was for your own good.

Now, to Peter, those seven days were the worst days of his life, and he made sure to show it too. Whether he knew it or not, he became more ruthless toward the lost boys, but eventually, on the last day, he caved.

He made his shadow look for you. He even stopped the plans of finding Henry for you. He stopped everything just so he could have you.

And soon enough, his shadow found you.

A/n

I don't know why but making this one was a little harder for me... Lol, I hope you like it though. Sorry, I took longer than I normally do... 🙏💗 If you guys find any mistakes, let me know 🥰😘

#once upon a time #peter pan #peter pan x reader #ouat peter pan #ouat felix #fanfiction #fanfic #once upon a time fanfiction #ouat peter pan x reader #once upon a time peter pan x reader #yandere peter pan #headcanon

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 2 years

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Can you do Experiment 1006 bonding with a Child! Orphan!Reader and eventually escaping the factory with them? (I know he's not extremely characterized, but I still want to see an ask with him)

Oooo yes!! I'm so eager to learn more about this mysterious guy. I’m fully convinced he contains the soul of Elliot Ludwig but for this fic I’ll leave his origins ambiguous.

.........

"[Y/n], sweetie? It's time to meet him."

Being lightly shaken from sleep, you rubbed your eyes to see the nice scientist lady you’ve been acquainted with. She was smiling down at you, and you smiled in return, knowing exactly who she was talking about.

Experiment 1006, aka the “Prototype”, though you knew absolutely nothing about this top-secret toy. You hoped to be paired with one of the popular toys, but you didn’t complain much.

If anything you were excited to see what 1006 looked like! You felt pretty lucky compared to the other orphans, considering how “special” this one was.

So you eagerly followed the scientist to his chamber, noting the presence of a few armed guards and other specialists. Not to mention the door itself was reinforced with layers of steel and a complex locking mechanism.

‘Weird..I haven’t seen any other doors like this one.’ You were confused, and that confusion only grew when you were blindfolded, blanketed in darkness.

"Don’t be scared, it’s just me.” The scientist's voice calmly reassured you. “I want you to...really be surprised when you see him. Just keep it on until the door closes, okay?”

You nodded, trusting her. After all, she’s the one who adopted you and treated you like her own kid. As scared as you initially were when you learned you’ll spend the rest of your life in this place, she actually made it fun. She let you play games with Mommy Long Legs and all her friends, passing the “tests” with flying colors! You’d never want to leave. This place was basically paradise for children.

But there’s only so much she could do to shield you from the reality of why you’re stuck here. Of what might happen to you should you pass or fail these trials with 1006.

He’s become more violent, outsmarting even the top specialists--being responsible for the casualty of one.

Hopefully your presence will calm him enough to be studied. But obviously she didn’t want you to know that and for now will spare you from the truth, telling you that you’ll be introduced to a “very special toy”.

Once the door opened, you were rather quickly pushed inside before hearing it slam shut and lock behind you. It was unusual how frantic she and the other guards became, making you nervous.

Then you heard the sounds of thin metal tapping, scraping across the floor. It sounded like something was crawling towards you in a spiderlike fashion. Before you could remove the blindfold to see what was in front of you, you felt it being taken off for you with ease. And very delicately, too.

Now that you could see, your eyes widened when you realized this “special toy” was...just an arm.

That’s it. Just a large creepy arm made of metal, bone, and wires with needlelike fingers on each digit. This was definitely not any toy you’ve seen before, not even on a single poster or advertisement.

You wondered where the rest of him was.

Through the security cameras, the scientists watched you interact with him. And not once did you cry, scream, beg to leave, or cower in the corner as they anticipated. You seemed to be communicating quite well with him, and he responded with a variety of gestures that his single hand could create.

The adults were astonished.

This was huge progress! Revolutionary, even. While Huggy Wuggy remained the optimal outcome for the experiments, they believed their prototype was near perfection and would be able to replace him soon.

But to avoid possible relapses into his hostile behavior, they decided to continue sending you into his chamber every week to play, studying you both for any new information he could provide them from how he interacts with you.

Still, there were times where he’d lash out whenever your sessions end and someone had to come take you out.

At one point, he had to be heavily sedated when he blocked the door, for once not trying to leave when he had the opportunity to do so. Rather, he tried to keep you from leaving.

This behavior was documented as “possessive”, but that was a lie.

He was well aware of what was going on here. He knew everything, including the fact that you were just among the many orphans subjected to the horrors this place contained--used as either suppressants for violent monsters like him or a candidate ripe for becoming a smaller living toy to be shipped around the world and bring joy to kids.

This hellhole wasn’t going to bring joy to anybody. Only suffering. These scientists who tried to play god were only getting innocent people killed.

He couldn’t stand to see you become one of them, especially after overhearing the last trial was coming up. He needed to protect you before you’re sent down into the depths of the factory, never to be seen again.

He needed to escape with you.

Then one day..

He finally seized the chance.

............

"I'm not worried about myself. One breakthrough and I'll be back. We must forge onwards in the name of science! Whether those who are beneath us understand it or not. End of-”

Blood splattered all across the cassette tape as it clattered to the floor, a body falling down beside it soon after, never to rise again.

1006 pulled his metal digits from the scientist’s neck before he continued through the corridor of many holding cells. Elsewhere, he heard the terrified screams of the staff and monstrous bellows of the other escaped experiments, finally feasting on flesh they so desperately craved.

He didn’t need it, though. He never did.

With nearly all the orphans gone, there was nobody to suppress their instincts to kill. And so he orchestrated this revolt by shutting down the security system and releasing them all from their confinements. A lockdown was initiated, but that only gathered all the humans together like cattle, ripe for slaughter.

How ironic. They are ones being treated like animals now.

Yet there was only one human he wished to spare.

And when he managed to shred the cell door’s hinges and break it down, he was relieved to find you in your bed, coming out of a deep sleep. You were given anesthesia some time ago in preparation for your “next adventure” in this facility, and you wondered where the scientist lady was and why she wasn’t escorting you.

But you were happier seeing 1006 greeting you, and you got up and approached him with a sleepy smile. Despite still being too tired to question him on what was happening, you followed him out of the cell and down the hall, ignoring the distant screams of the adults around you and strange animal-like noises.

Only a few of the toys calmed down as you passed them by, though 1006 told you to ignore them. They didn’t pursue you, being both obedient and terrified of the prototype. Once you left the room, only then did they resume their murderous rampage.

You weren’t sure how long you were wandering, hiding, and sneaking through vents. But eventually, one of the shafts led to the outside world.

That’s right.

You were actually outside--a place that didn’t reek of oil, old fabric and plastic, chemicals, and machinery. A place where you could see the sun, clouds, and dry grassy fields.

At this point, the anesthesia finally wore off completely and you realized what was happening.

You were out of that place.

You were free.

“Wow..” Was all you could whisper in your hoarse voice as you looked around, taking in every sight and sound possible, though the sounds of metal scraping against the ground made you turn back to 1006. You noticed he was going back towards the vent and frowned a bit. “Where are you going? We’re free now!”

He corrected you, saying that you were the only one free.

As for him, he realized that he needed to stay here. Out there, he was incomplete. There was no way he could care for you in the current state he was in. For a simple arm, he could do many things, sure, but unfortunately raising a child was something he couldn’t.

But the least he could do was free one who knew the true horrors of this place. One who may grow up to tell the tale so no other company tries these unethical experiments...

One who might even gain the strength to return and confront said horrors once and for all.

In his heart--or lack thereof--1006 knew it had to be you. You were destined to be set free...and to eventually set the others free.

For now, though, he had to figure out how to make himself whole again. He wasn’t sure how just yet, but he wouldn’t find those answers out here.

You, however, had a chance to find yourself.

Although you were sad to see him go, you believed his every word, understanding this world would only see him as a monster. So you crouched down as he opened his hand, allowing you to place your small palm in his metal one, watching his fingers curl around your hand tenderly.

“Thanks for being the dad I never had,” you whispered, a smile on your face and tears in your eyes. “I’ll miss you.”

After letting go of each other for the final time, he skittered back to the factory, giving you a small wave before he disappeared into the darkness. He sealed the vent shut in case you decided to follow him.

You’ll be the one to live to tell the tale.

And perhaps..even end it.

#clanask #poppy playtime x reader #ppt x reader #experiment 1006 #poppy playtime prototype #child reader #platonic

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milkyruins · 1 year

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## sim jake x reader, KISS CAM— GONE WRONG?!

summary: you work the kiss cams and everything goes smoothly. but one day, the cam gets turned towards you.

genre: fluff

content warnings: mentions of dubcon situations (the concept of the kiss cam), reader is almost physical injured by a basketball, slight peer pressure.

wc: ~.7k

yes, perhaps the concept was outdated. perhaps it created discomfort and dubiously consensual situations for its victims. perhaps it was even, as the aged alumns squawked every game, profane.

but your uni never banished the infamous kiss cam and you were being paid to operate it. and honestly, your wallet couldn’t afford the contemplation of ethics.

it was a pretty easy job– you showed up to the stadium, enjoyed the game like everyone else, and just swiveled around your camera a little during breaks. and it was nice because you always got extra plus one seating, meaning that your sports buff of a boyfriend, jake, could always keep you company with overly complex game analysis and an arm slung over your shoulder.

and it was just about time for half-time. begrudgingly, you left the warm embrace of your boyfriend and made your way to the camera. in a flash, your headset was on, you were scanning the crowds for lovebirds, and the jumbotron was whirring to life. you only had a few more seconds to settle on a duo to project onto the jumbotron, but all the adrenaline you felt as a newbie never arose nowadays. even if the “couple” you landed on wasn’t really a couple, it was the awkward scenarios that also made the kiss cams entertaining.

well, you said that, but the moment you spotted a basketball flying at you in your viewfinder, a decent amount of adrenaline shot through your body. as much as your brain screamed at the rest of your body to move, your legs stiffened, planting you firmly into the ground you stood on. all you could hear was the sound of your own heartbeat ringing in your ear. helplessly, you squeezed shut your eyes.

but the impact you were waiting for never came. as your opened your eyes, you realized that jake’s arms were wrapped around your waist and that you were back on the bleachers.

“babe? are you alright?” jake whispered through his panting. you nodded. you swiveled around and locked eyes with your boyfriend.

“i’d be a goner without you.”

you both laughed. “you’re far too dramatic for your own good.” he replied.

the confusion that settled across the bleacher soon turned into hooting. it sounded like a typical response to the kiss cam… the kiss cam that you weren’t operating.

“shit! i need to work th-”

as you wriggled out of jake’s grasp, you realized the camera was on. and that the lens was pointed at you.

in a mild panic, you readjusted your headset. you needed your manager ASAP.

you heard your manager in a frenzy. “y/n, y/n, do you copy? y/-”

“i’m here.”

a sigh sounded on the other end of the radio. “i’m assuming you’re absolutely confused?”

“that’s about right. how do i fix-”

“y/n, listen to me. the stray basketball ended up hitting the camera and swiveled it toward you and jake. they saw you two being intimate and now want you guys to kiss.”

“fuck.”

the crowd was now cheering louder, and you were pretty sure jake realized what was happening.

“as much as i understand how you’re feeling, please refrain from using that sort of language on the shared-”

jake gently took your headset off for you and placed it on the seat behind him. “you realized?”

he nodded. “it’s kind of obvious when the camera’s pointed directly at us. and the crowd’s cheering ‘camera person’ over and over again.”

you scrunched your nose. “‘camera person’? is that the best they can do?”

jake slipped his arm around your waist, eliciting another wave of cheers from the fans. he pressed his forehead against your own and carded his fingers through your hair. it was just you and him in this moment. “do you want to just get this over with?”

“do you?”

you both nodded at the same time, creating some uncomfortable forehead chafing. but it sent you guys into a fit of giggles, which created a wave of “aws” from the onlookers.

and now it was finally time to get serious.

jake’s hand softly cupped your cheek. you two exchanged a secret smile and then leaned in.

#jake imagines #jake x reader #enypen imagine #enhypen x reader #jake oneshot #enhypen oneshot #jaeyun imagines #sim jake imagines #sim jaeyun imagines #jake fluff #i must have a thing when it comes to writing abt sports #especially with potential head injury via a mysterious flying ball #@my seungkwan soccer au! fic #i hope jakey nation appreciates this blue jay's contribution #! 💬. ⋆｡𖦹 °✩ minis

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Voice Channel [pt. 2]

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Gamer!Reader

Summary: you managed to convince Nat to try out some video games as a way to bond, but you didn’t realize that a new fanbase would be formed because of it

Warning: none! Just a lot of teasing and minor cursing and unedited but 🤪

A/N: I am definitely not sorry for doing this story HAHAHA hope you guys like this short one!! <3

help me! [pt 1]

“Okay Nat! All you have to do is press this to shoot, pull this trigger with that finger to change the camera perspective, and this to move around. The game’s tutorial will help you for the other specifics” you spent the past solid hour teaching Nat various video games as an attempt to bond as a couple, which has been a lot of fun!

Nat was the one that approached you a few days ago about her interest in getting into video games, so of course as the gamer girlfriend that you are, you decided to indulge on this turn of events and help her out. You both talked about the different genres there are, checking which kind of gameplay fits Nat’s preferences and decided to try it out your suggestions during the weekend when the both of you are free.

Now here you are, sitting in the living room as you explain the mechanics of a shooting game you recently finished thinking Nat would love the real-life shooting aspect of the game as it is rather similar to her real-life job.

Nat realizes, however, as you explain the mechanics that maybe she was being ambitious with her game choice. The only reason she picked this game was because she watched you play this hame before, and she knew how much you loved this game so she thought to might as well play what you love so you both have something to talk about. What she didn’t expect was the complexity of games regardless of its level of difficulty in overall mechanics.

“Okay okay I think I got it” Nat says, although still a bit confused with the possible combos she could do in the game, as she puts on the headphones and adjusting the mic that’s attached to the headphones. “This game also allows players to talk to one another right?”

“Yep! But you don’t have to if you don’t wanna, it’s just easier to communicate between your team members since you don’t have to type and stuff” you shrug as you plop down besides her, grabbing your own controller and headphones to play with her. “We can start off really easy to ease you into this, like the tutorial level”

Nat’s already rather confident going into this since she has watched you play so she just waves you off saying she can handle a normal level. You chuckle at her confidence, but giving in as you start up the round.

“This is gonna be soooo much fun”

“Gosh I’m so dizzy” Nat mutters as she places the controller down onto her lap with one hand and removing the headphones with the other. “You didn’t tell me this kind of game gives players motion sickness”

“Welcome to the game life” you laugh as you pause the game, placing the controller down as well and stretching your arms over your head. “Not all games gives motion sickness, plus you get used to it over time”

She hums in thought as she massages her templates, contemplating wether or not this was a good idea or not. You chuckle softly as you softly press a kiss onto the top of her head before standing up and walking to the kitchen.

“Want any drinks?” You as as you open the fridge, inspecting your options before grabbing a bottle of apple juice for yourself.

“I’ll just have whatever you’re having” Nat says tiredly as she rests her head onto the backrest of the couch with her eyes closed. “One last round before we try a different game?”

“Sure sweetheart” you say as you walk back with two glasses, the juice and an ibuprofen for Nat’s migraine. “Come on, drink up and let’s play again before we try out Fire Emblem”

Nat takes the pill and juice before firing up the game again. So far, she’s enjoying the game a lot more than expected since there’s no plot in this other than the general ‘kill everyone you see’ storyline. Though what’s more surprising for the both of you is how much fun the voice chat function actually is. It made sense for players to speak instead of type commands, although in the past 30 minutes of the two of you playing, there were a lot of toxic gamers (specifically guys) thinking they’re better even though you’re both girls. Alas, you beat their asses without any further issues which was fun to witness as well for you and the embarrassment for the guys.

“Hello?” Nat says into the mic as a new team forms for the last round you’re playing.

Typically, there would be 2 reactions whenever she initiates conversation. It’s either a normal hello back, or a douchebag of a guy scoffing before asking if she even knew how to play a guy’s game. What you both didn’t expect, which admittedly you’ve never experienced before other than hearing stories of this kind of interaction, was a gasp of a younger— but not too young girl.

“OH MY GOD!” This one girl calls out in shock causing the other (thankfully) female players to laugh at the reaction. “Well, hello to you too ma’am!”

Your jaw just drops as you turn your head to look at Nat who’s blushing profusely, before shaking her head and laughing with the other girls.

“Hello to you too, sweetheart” she says causing the girl to giggle.

“I- oh my gosh your voice is so hot! I’m so sorry if this is creepy but you really do sound very very attractive ma’am” the poor girl’s absolute gay panic just snaps you out of your initial shocked daze causing you to laugh hysterically with the other girls who’s also enjoying this interaction a little more than expected.

“Oh no that’s alright,” Nat says as the game starts. “I hope it won’t distract you in this round”

“You don’t have to worry about that ma’am! I am a professional who can definitely not die while we play!” Everyone in the team knew she was definitely just saying that so the others wouldn’t worry.

As the game progresses, Nat automatically became the team leader so she would call out orders but that one player just couldn’t pull herself together due to Nat’s naturally husky voice.

“That was a good shot, darling!” Nat suddenly praises the girl as she saw the girl snipe the opposing team from a rather far distance. Since the voice channel was rather quiet before Nat said that, the girl was sadly caught off guard causing her to voice out her gay panic noises as you couldn’t help but laugh hysterically.

“I-I-I-! Ma’am! Please stop oh my gosh I almost missed” the girl desperately says as she tries to recover from her mistake, but thankfully killed the opposing player.

“Aww okay I’ll stop” Nat teases as she shuts up for a moment before the girl panics again causing you to laugh harder.

“W-w-wait baby i-i-i can-t breathe!” You say in between gasps as you ended up dying in the game while you clutch onto your stomach, trying to ease the cramping as the girl tries so hard to not offend Nat by saying sorry.

“I know sweetheart, I was just kidding” Nat laugh as she delivers the final shot. “Good game everyone! Sadly, [your screen name] and I would have to go but we hope to play with you girls one day!”

Nat ends the voice channel as she removes her headphones with a chuckle. “That poor girl”

“Nat- oh my gosh you did not have any mercy for that poor baby” you say as you finally calm down. “I honestly feel her though, I would probably do the same thing if we were never together and I’d hear you through the game for the first time”

“So thank god I’m your girlfriend then” she says with a raised eyebrow and a slight smirk as you laugh.

“Oh yea definitely, I can hear your hot and husky voice whenever I want” you say with a grin. “But really though, thank you for trying this out with me. I know gaming isn’t your thing but I really had fun despite the 3 other girls suddenly simping for you for the last round”

“Yea it’s definitely a lot more fun than I thought” she smiles as she wraps her arms around you, pulling you onto her lap as she gives you a quick peck on the lips. “Next time though, pick a game that won’t give me a major headache”

You giggle as you nod in agreement, grabbing the controller before laying back into Nat’s arms and picking out the next game you hope your girlfriend would really enjoy.

“Now come on, I wanna introduce you to the character that made me realize I’m gay. You might like her too”

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x y/n #natasha romanoff imagines #natasha romanoff fluff #natalia romanova x reader #natalia romanova #natasha romanoff

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lower-mkdr · 11 months

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About Emma's current state (fourth letter spoilers)

In my mind, Emma is dead too. There's quite a complex way to explain it, but, at the same time it isn't something so surprising

She lost everything again after game 4 ended. She lost her memories, her love (the strong bond with her father that helped her try to keep up), her hopes (of having someone that wouldn't abandon her again), her hatred ("Revenge" came with a high price") and most importantly: herself.

The saddest part of her fourth letter that made me think a lot the first time I read it was how she had so many mixed emotions. At the end of the day, she's Emma Woods, ¿But who's Emma Woods, really, at that point? She doesn't knows. She can't recognize who she is, what she wants. She feels like she craves for something, the last thing her real identity gave her: she wants her family back, ¿But what's the point of that when she can't even remember them exactly? She has the best way to express it, it's a puzzle with a missing piece. The thing is, I believe that puzzle just have a few pieces, it's not even one who has a few pieces left to complete it, and she knows that. It hurts, a whole lot, but she doesn't knows why. That's why she feels like writing to someone she thinks she wants to remember is easier

Until game 4, Emma knew exactly what she wanted to achieve, it was clear to her, but forgetting almost everything just caused pure confusion and insecurity, one that she stopped feeling long time ago, or tried to avoid. Now she's just empty. And that hits so hard, because we know how much Emma adores and loves her father, how special this bond is to her and how this helped her realize many things. The drugs gave her something she could get attached to, to finally let out how affected she was by something she went through a l o n e.

Being alone most of her life didn't hit her as hard as when she actually knew what happened with him. Emma's whole motivation at first was trying to be strong enough to try to keep up alone, even if she already felt dead, she really tried to search for ways to feel alive

It's really sad.

All she wanted was to fill this void with something, she ended craving something she lost and tried to replace it with an object as a way to cope up the traumatic events and reality that were still hard for her to accept, that's a part of the bigger pieces in her puzzle that makes her now so empty: Not being able to remember who gave her a motivation to try to keep up living for.

Forgetting about her father makes her feel weird, because there's some part inside of her that still misses him, but since she can't remember at all, it becomes a sensitive topic she tries to avoid. She doesn't knows how to feel. She doesn't knows if she really wants to remember him or not and she may be even a little bit afraid of it

Again, she doesn't knows what to do, expect, or how to feel. It gets colder, and her memories and mind are a huge mess. She says she isn't really alone anymore, yet, ¿How much can we trust that? She's not happy, at least I don't think she is, by how she express many things in her letter. I remember I even thought once "That's just almost the same as being dead/feeling dead again", and now that I thought about it, I think it really is

#emma woods #identity v #gardener #just me thinking about random things #give this girl a hug and therapy pls #also let Emily Dyer come back

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forzalife · 4 months

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Just Say: I Do Not Want To Be Married To You Anymore.

In the delicate dance of love and commitment, there are moments when words remain unspoken, yet their weight is felt in the silence and the lack of action being taken. One such profound juncture is the realization that someone could not vocalize the desire to end a marriage.

The Silence of Unspoken Truths:

In the realm of relationships, silence and the lack of action being taken can be a powerful communicator. The inability to articulate a desire for separation raises questions about the unspoken truths that linger beneath the surface. What emotions are concealed behind this silence and the lack of action being taken, and what unexpressed complexities shape this pivotal moment?

Do you do this to your partner?-Do you make promises you do not intend to keep. Do you change your mind constantly? Do you say one thing and mean another?

The Weight of Unuttered Words:

In a marriage, where communication is the lifeblood of connection, the absence of a direct acknowledgment of a desire for change becomes a heavy presence. The unspoken words create an emotional landscape fraught with uncertainty, leaving both partners to navigate the uncharted territory of unsaid farewells.

Do you tell your partner what they want to hear? Do you say things so they will 'leave you alone?' Do you say what you mean or do they have to read between the lines? The weightiness of lack of communication or the constant miscommunication is like trying to read your partner's mind. When they huff or sigh, you assume they are mad when they are just breathing, but 'Hey!' its communication non the less.-just keep guessing.

The Emotional Struggle:

For the individual unable to articulate the desire to end the marriage, the emotional struggle likely runs deep. It raises queries about the internal conflicts, fears, and hesitations that contribute to the difficulty of putting such a profound sentiment into words. The lack of understanding the emotional context can foster confusion amid the complexity of the relationship.

You have to ask yourself...What am I struggling with that I want to end the relationship? Is it really the person you are married to OR my own personal lack of dealing with my own past. What have I experienced that is making me feel this way?

The Echoes of Disconnection:

Silence and the lack of action being taken in the face of a marriage's potential end reverberates with the echoes of disconnection. It prompts reflection on the eroding bonds, unmet needs, and the evolution of individuals within the confines of the relationship. Unspoken farewells become symbolic of a shared journey reaching a crossroads.

A person will tell their partner goodbye one thousand times before leaving the relationship. Disconnection can be disguised as addiction, mental health issues, childhood traumas etc.

Coping with Ambiguity:

For the partner on the receiving end of this unspoken realization, navigating the ambiguity can be an emotionally taxing endeavor. The absence of clear verbalization leaves room for interpretation, introspection, and the challenging task of discerning the path forward amidst the murkiness of unspoken sentiments.

We always want to think and assume we are moving forward together, but that is not always the case. Being with someone who leads you to believe they want what you want in life is extremely taxing-mentally, emotionally, physically and spiritually. It is like trying to stoke the fires of life that need to be kept alive and putting out the forest fires that your partner is lighting. It is mentally, emotionally, physically and spiritually draining. How much is enough? How much does one have or need to endure?

Finding Healing in Communication:

While unspoken farewells cast shadows on a relationship, the potential for healing lies in communication. Encouraging open and honest conversations, even amid the discomfort, can be a catalyst for understanding, closure, and the emotional clarity needed to navigate the complexities of divorce.

In order to heal, we have to hear and feel the hard things. There is a large need to mentally, emotionally, physically and spiritually heal all the areas from the different levels of the needs that were not met.

In the delicate dance of unspoken farewells, emotions, and unarticulated truths, a marriage faces a profound crossroad. Acknowledging the weight of silence, understanding the emotional landscape, and fostering open communication become crucial elements in navigating this challenging terrain. Through empathy, understanding, and a willingness to engage in difficult conversations, individuals can find a path forward, whether it leads to reconciliation or a respectful parting of ways.

#divorce #healing #communication #relationship #relationships #love #marriage #marry

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demons2003 · 1 year

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My Boys (Chapter 52)

Series List

Warning: Abuse, panic attacks

A couple of months later

Y/n's pov

"Let's go Robin! We're gonna be late!" I yell through my house, throwing the last of my stuff into my bag. As normal, we were running a little bit behind on getting to school. Luckily, I wasn't the one that is gonna be driving us there. "I'm coming!" Robin yells down at me. I laugh and run to the front door to get my shoes on. "You better hurry up, Steve will be here any second," I yell back up to her and lean against the wall next to the door. Robin stomps down the stairs and runs right out the door. "Hey! Wait for me!" I yell after her, laughing and closing the door behind me. As I turn around I watch as Robin jumps into the backseat of Steve's car and Steve starts to beep his horn at me. I playfully roll my eyes and run to the passenger side door to jump in. "Hey there beautiful," Steve whispers and leans over to give me a kiss on the cheek. "Hey baby," I whisper as he pulls away. Steve smiles at me and pulls out of my driveway, both of us ignoring Robin's fake vomiting sounds.

"You got any 'dates' planned for this week Steve?" Robin asks as we drive off, air quoting around the word date and rolling her eyes. Over the past few months, Steve and I have decided that we want to start to date but I still don't want to be telling people. But because Steve is known for dating people all the time, we realised that he needs to continue to do that so we aren't found out. We just set the rule that he tries to not kiss them, but it really doesn't bother me too much if they kiss him. "Well yeah. Y/n and I are going on a small one tomorrow and the night after that. But I'll be going on one with Heidi tonight for the basketball game, and she's going to college out of state so she probably won't want anything more so that's always good," Steve tells us, grabbing onto my hand and giving it a squeeze. While Steve was talking, Robin had pulled down my mirror in front of me and was still trying to get her makeup right. Steve looks back at Robin confused and asks, "Are you listening?"

"Ah, yes," Robin slightly snaps, looking at Steve for a second. "What did I just say?" Steve asks, not really caring but interested in how much she heard. "Something about sex with Y/n," She blurts out, smirking over at me. I blush while Steve says, "I never said Y/n and I were gonna have sex." He blushes a little as well and tries to concentrate on the road. "Cut me some slack, please," Robin snaps a little. I look confused back at her while Steve defends himself, "You asked!" "Your love life is one of labyrinthine complexity. I thought the answer would be Y/n and that would be it. It is 7 in the morning, we have the stupid pep rally, and I woke up looking like a corpse," Robin explains to Steve, pushing her hair around to fix it and pulling her face back a bit. "You're worried about a pep rally? Expect us to believe that?" I ask her, knowing exactly what she's really worried about now. "Yeah? So?" Robin tries to play off. "So, we all know what this is really about," I playfully snap at her, giving her a big smile. "Yeah, I'm not buying that either. This is about Vickie," Steve joins in. "Absolutely not," Robin tells us. "It is. You know what else?" Steve continues. "I don't care..." Robin tries to tell him, dabbing lip balm on her lips while Steve interrupts and tells her, "You gotta stop pretending to be someone else when you're around her. You just gotta be yourself. Like you are with Jessy." I nod with Steve and turn to face Robin. "You're literally quoting me to me. You do realize that?" Robin tells him. I look confused at her and turn to Steve but he just blushes and shakes his head. "Maybe you need to listen to yourself? Ever think about that?" I ask her. "I listened. Look at me. Boom. Back in business," Steve adds, pointing to me.

I smile at him while Robin complains, "It's not the same thing. Okay?" "Well..." Steve tries to say but Robin and I shake our heads and Robin explains panicked, "You ask out a girl and she says no. Big deal. Nothing happens. Maybe your ego's a little bruised. I ask out the wrong girl, and bam, I'm a town pariah." "I'd buy that, except Vickie is definitely not the wrong girl," Steve tries again. "We just don't know that, do we?" I add on for Robin, thinking the same way Robin does. "She returned Fast Times, paused at 53 minutes, 5 seconds. Know who pauses Fast Times at 53 minutes, 5 seconds?" Steve asks us both, pausing to wait for an answer. "People who like boobies!" I exclaim, remembering that scene very well. "Ew! Gross. Don't say boobies," Robin yells at me, pushing against my arm. "Boobies," I say, teasing her a little. "It's not a big deal, okay? I like boobies. You like boobies. Y/n likes boobies. Vickie likes boobies. Definitely," Steve yells at Robin. Robin looks forward and just shakes her head with the movement of the car. "It's boobies," Steve continues to tell Robin. Robin shakes her head more and looks out the window.

"How was the date with Jessy?" I turn to Robin and ask. She blushes but doesn't look towards me. "Let's just say that she definitely like boobs," She whispers, causing me to laugh at her. "Robin got some!" Steve yells, fist-bumping the air. Robin turns back to us and hits Steve. "Shut up!" She yells, laughing at his behaviour. "We're here ladies," Steve announces as we enter the school gates. He continues down the road as everyone else moves around the school. Steve parks as close as he can to the door and I turn to him and whisper, "See you later cutie. Have fun on that 'date,' later." He smiles at me and shakes his head. Robin and I jump out of our doors, throwing our stuff over our shoulders. "Hey, wait up!" Robin randomly calls out. I look to where she's looking and find Vickie standing at the door waiting for Rob. I smile and wave before turning back to Robin. "I'll see you after the prep rally?" Robin gets out of the car with all her stuff and nods. "Sounds good," Robin whispers, giving me a quick hug and running off to Vickie.

I laugh at her and walk to the other side of the car to lean against the driver's car door. "You ok out there?" Steve asks me. I look down and nod. "Yeah, just making sure the kids are here and safe," I say, looking back around the school. "You're as bad as me, you know that?" Steve asks, also looking around for me. I laugh and nod. "I'm also trying to avoid everyone but that doesn't matter," I whisper, not looking down at Steve. I scan the area and notice Dustin getting out of the car. He looks up at me and smiles but I turn away and look down at Steve. "Why are you keeping them away again?" Steve asks me. He's been really weird about the boys with Eddie ever since he punch Jason in Family Video. I haven't really minded him asking me but it was a little annoying that I had to repeat myself over and over. "This school is full of people that could hurt them. I'm more of a target than Eddie right now, so it's better this way," I explain to him. Steve nods, looking over at Eddie's van. "Hey Y/n?" He questions. I nod to show him I'm listening and wait for Steve to continue. He hesitates but then asks, "I need to tell you something, but is it ok if I do it on our date night?" I smile down at him and nod, putting my hand on his over the window. "Of course. Now, I should probably get in there. See you later," I say, starting to walk away from safety.

Prep Rally

As always, the prep rally was full of cheering and cheerleading. I really hated these things but getting to hear Robin play in band is always the best thing. I watch her play, her looking over at Vickie and Vickie turning to her. They look away from each other and I notice Robin looking at me from the corner of her eye. I sigh and look back at the cheerleaders continuing their stupid little dance. The band finishes their song while the cheerleaders finish their dance, causing everyone to stand up and cheer and clap for them. God, I hate these things so much. Why is the whole school required to come to these things?

The cheerleaders run to the front of the seating area while someone shouts into the mic, "And let's hear it for your Tigers!" In the corner of the gym the basketball team run through a banner, Jason up the front. Everyone cheered for them while Jason gave his 'charming' smile to the audience. I watch the rest of the team run in and notice Lucas running in with the team as well. Steve wasn't kidding when he said Lucas was thinking of joining the basketball team. I'm guessing all of their hard work paid off. "Good morning, Hawkins High!" Jason yelled into the microphone causing everyone else to cheer in reply. "First off... Hey," Jason jokes, causing me to roll my eyes. Can I just leave already?

I look around me, ignoring Jason, and notice that I'm sitting near an exit. I slowly slip out of my seat, staying close to the ground, and slowly walk over to the exit door. I look back at everyone to make sure no one notices me leaving and quietly open the door and slip out of the gym. I take a deep breath and walk around the corner, thinking I got out without anyone seeing me. "L/n," I hear our guidance counsellor say behind me. I let out a breath and turn around to say, "Ms Kelly, hey, how are you?" She shakes her head at me and states, "You haven't been coming to any of your sessions lately." I fold my arms over my chest and nod. "Yeah, I decided I'd had enough of talking about my problems. Need to be a big adult person now," I tell her, slowly moving backwards and away from her. "Y/n," She warns as I move around the corner. She follows behind me and grabs onto my arm. "I need you to come to a session tonight," She demands, not harshly but in a way that I couldn't argue with her. But I am going to try anyway. "Look, I'm really busy today, don't want to bother you with my stupid problems," I try to tell her but she shakes her head.

"How are the nightmares?" She questions, crossing her arms over her chest. I look away from her and do the same thing. "Haven't stopped for years, don't think they'll be stopping anytime soon," I tell her. "And the headaches you were having at the start of the month? Any more nosebleeds?" She continues. "Have a headache almost every day but medication isn't really fixing it anymore. Nosebleeds like once a week. An improvement from when they first started. See, don't need to see you anymore," I explain and turn back around to continue walking. "Are you stilling thinking about girls?" She blurts, causing me to freeze. I close my eyes and turn back to her, trying to keep my anger at bay but it wasn't really working. "Who I think about is none of your business," I snap, walking away from her. "Just come see me Y/n. Even for a few minutes. You should still be talking about what happened with your dad," She tells me. I shake my head, feeling my breathing speed up and yell back, "I'll see you in my free," before running into the woods out the back.

I try to focus on my feet touching the ground as I run, feeling the trees and bushes brush my arms and legs as I run past but it wasn't helping me focus. It wasn't helping me calm down. I lean against a tree a few feet away from the picnic table that I knew was around here and try to get my breathing back under control, but I really couldn't do it. Not without someone's help. I close my eyes and flashbacks from that night run through my head. The image of my father looming over me, his fits hitting my body over and over again. I try to shake the images out of my head but all it does is change to the beating from the Russians. "Y/n?" I hear someone ask me. I jump back a little, my breathing getting heavier while putting my hand up so I'm ready to fight. "Hey there, I'm not here to fight you," Eddie says, putting his hands up to show he's no threat. I lower my fists and lean against the tree again, my breathing still not going back to normal. "Hey, you ok?" Eddie asks, moving slowly over to me.

I slide down the tree and shake my head, putting my head in my hands. Eddie moves over to me and goes to touch me but pulls back at the last second. "What do you need me to do?" Eddie quietly asks, sitting down next to me. Without a second thought, I jump into his lap and wrap my arms around his neck, burying my face in his curls. He makes an oof sound and slowly wraps his arms around me. I try to hold my breath to get it under control but it only seems to make it worse. Tears start to fill my eyes as I get more frustrated as time passes. "Try and follow my breathing N/n. Don't hold your breath. Take a deep breath in... that's it. Now slowly let it out... good girl." Eddie whispers to me, slowly rubbing my back. We continue to stay like that, slowly breathing in and out together, Eddie whispering little encouragements into my ear.

When I finally have my breathing under control and I've stopped crying I pull away from Eddie's hair and wipe my eyes. "I'm so sorry about that," I whisper, still not being able to handle loud noises yet. Eddie nods and brushes a hand through your hair. "Do you need to talk about it?" He asks me. I look confused at him and ask, "When did you want to talk to me? You hated me last time we spoke," I remind him. He shrugs and says, "You aren't ok. I'd be a real dick if I was mean to you right now." I nod and slowly get off of him. "Thanks but talking about it sent me into the spiral. Would really prefer to stay away from it right now," I explain to him. Eddie nods and stands up before pulling a curl in front of his mouth. I smile at him and walk over, grabbing onto the curl. "I thought you would have grown out of this by now?" I ask, pushing the curl behind his ear. He smirks down at me and leans forward a little. "I didn't think you cared," He whispers, his eyes flicking down to my lips. I smile up at him and lean a little closer, not knowing what I am doing but before I could do anything I hear the school bell. I pull away from him and look at my watch. "Shit, we're gonna be late. Thanks Munson for the help," I tell him and walk away so I could try to get to class on time. What the hell was I thinking?

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trevorphilips-enthusiast · 2 years

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OHHHH god just had an idea

young Trev realizing his feelings for michael and having to come to terms with being bisexual... the ANGST

happy pride month <3

A/N: HAPPY PRIDE MONTH EVERYONE! I am in love with this idea and couldn't stop thinking about it all day so I am here to deliver :) So for this, I made up a small robbery they commit (first one they do) as it'll make for a better story line. Anyways enjoyy <3

Summary:

When Trevor and Michael are planning their very first 'big score', they happen to spend a lot of time together and even bunk in the same room. However things get a bit tense between the two when Trevor has to come to terms with his sexuality as he realises his feelings for Michael.

Contains:

ANGSTT, gay tension, fluffy ending (it will be an alternate ending), swearing, breakdowns and tantrums

Laying flat on their backs in their shared hotel room, Michael and Trevor were both engaging in some slightly weird conversation that consisted of a game called 'Shag, Marry, Avoid' which is where 3 people are named and you have to pick which one to sleep with, which one to marry and which one to avoid. . I mean, boys will be boys. It was pretty cold as it was quite close to winter and the radiators weren't working in this run down shit pit of a hotel, leaving the two young men to bask in the warmth of the small blanket which was provided.

It's been about 7 months since Trevor first met Michael at the fruitful age of 27, now barely being 28. To say that life has never been the same since for Trevor would be the biggest understatement of the year. Sure before he met Michael he was already doing some pretty shady shit but this was taking it to a whole new level. In Trevor's young mind, Michael seemed like a genius... at first. Now that they've actually gotten to know one another, he thinks he's a prick...

But he's a lovable prick.

Michael seemed to have it all. He was confident, had charisma and a gentlemanly charm yet he was also sneaky, cunning and an utter criminal genius. When he told Trevor about the latest plans for their upcoming big score, it was clear that Michael had thought about everything to make sure there were no leaks that would occur. This was just one of the many things that Trevor seemed to notice about Michael. Like... really notice.

Trevor didn't really pick up on how differently he felt about Michael until the nights where they stayed in the same room together for the last week before committing the robbery at the post office a couple streets away from the hotel. Every time Michael would laugh at one of Trevor's ridiculous comments, his heart seemed to skip a beat. It was a completely foreign and new complex feeling but Trevor loved it. However, he soon lost that and felt anger and confusion replace it. Trevor was a man and Michael was a man. This shouldn't happen... right? Even so, Michael seemed more straight than anything. Constantly talking about big-titted attractive women he saw either in the strip club or on the street. How could he be so stupid t-

"T? You cool?"

Snapping away from his distracting thoughts, Trevor turned to look from the wall to Michael who gazed back at him with slight concern as he swung his half empty beer bottle between the fingers of his right hand, his left arm now being used to help him sit up and lean on. "Yeah Mikey... I'm all right. Just got lost for a second" Trevor explained while letting out a small breath. "You know you can talk to me any time, Trevor" Michael told him while getting up from his bed to stretch his legs out.

For a minute, Trevor did contemplate whether or not to tell Michael about how he's been feeling lately. This new and completely isolating feeling that he wouldn't understand... hence why he decided against it. "Thanks but I think I'm just going to get some fresh air..." trevor announced before leaving the hotel room as quick as he could and made his way down to the lobby, his thought being his only company.

As he wandered along the dimly lit pathway through the cold crisp air, Trevor couldn't stop thinking about what this feeling was exactly. I mean, he knew he still liked women because he goes to the strip club quite often and gets random hookups yet this was slightly the same feeling except with something deeper attached and not with a women... but with a man.

Lost and seeking answers, Trevor got out his battered phone and went to the internet. With slightly shaky hands, Trevor nervously typed out "can you like both women and men?" and pressed enter. Trevor took a deep breath before reading the first result that came up.

'Bi-sexual? What the fuck is that?' Trevor thought to himself before scrolling down and looking at more answers. Turns out there's more people than he thought that felt exactly like him and were either younger, older or a similar age to him. This did make Trevor feel better about this guilty feeling eating him up. He wasn't alone and there were people who understood what he was going through. It's a difficult thing to come to terms with your sexuality, especially when you're in your late 20's and only just discovered that you can like both men and women. On top of that, there was also something else that was new that Trevor had learned about. The LGBTQIA+ community which consisted of many different sexual preferences and genders. Now he felt slightly at peace, there was one thing knocked down. He knew he wasn't alone but now he had to face Michael and either keep this to himself OR risk telling him and ruin everything he has.

Checking the time it was around 12:34 in the morning so Trevor decided to make his way back to the hotel. While walking though, Trevor could feel his heart going 100 miles per hour. What's he supposed to do when he sees Michael? Tell him or act like everything's the same when it's really not. Trevor soon found himself walking through the small lobby and up the gritty stairs to the room. Sighing, he tiredly dragged himself all the way there and softly tapped on the door. Soon enough Michael answered the door. "Trevor, where have you been? You left me worried!" He argued with a stern look on his face. Why was he worried?

"Don't panic sugar tits, I'm fine" Trevor rolled his eyes, kicked off his shoes and made his way to his bed before collapsing onto it. Met with no reply, Trevor looked up only to see Michael staring at him coldly.

"Trevor, what has gotten into you lately? You don't talk as much, you've been zoning out and I'd like to think of us as best mates but frankly it makes me feel shit when you isolate yourself. Not only that but we've got a MAJOR score coming up that I need your full attention on. Do you understand me, T?" Michael ranted while pacing slightly and waving his hands around and slightly raising his voice, no consideration for everyone else asleep in the hotel. "That's the fuckin' problem..." Trevor mumbled more to himself than anything.

"What'd you just say?" Michael asked aggressively. "I said that's the FUCKIN' PROBLEM MIKEY!" Trevor shouted back which caught Michael off guard. "All right? That's the problem" He repeated.

"What's the problem, T? Talk to me..." Michael asked calmly now, a complete change in composure. Trevor sighed and ran his fingers through his slightly greasy hair. "That we're best friends... I don't want that" Trevor explained, leaving Michael confused but not for long "Look, I-... I think I really like you and do you know how fuckin' hard that is? To just have that weight on your shoulders? Not only do I feel so different because of it but then I also have to worry about judgement coming from you.". Once it was said, there was pure silence. Then soon the sound of the hotel door opening and then shutting just as quickly.

Shit.

In a fit of rage, Trevor jumped up and began throwing things around the room. Why did he have to tell him... he should've kept his mouth shut. Still smashing things around, tears brimmed at his eyes from both anger and sadness. Pictures on the walls were soon smashed beyond repair, there were several holes in the wall, one of the drawers was ripped completely off. After his tantrum, Trevor soon curled up onto the floor, softly crying. '

Why must I ruin every good thing in my life?'

A/N PT.2: Heyo! So This isn't the end so don't worry! Michael and Trevor will get together. The fluffy ending will be posted tomorrow as it's 00:30 right now and I'm exhausted. BYEE :)

#trevor philips #gta 5 #michael townley #gta v #angst #trikey #trikey fanfiction #trevor philips x michael townley #michael de santa #trevor x michael

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lec743 · 2 years

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The Ocean’s Kindness (FNAF Fanfic)

You’re here + Ch. 2

Summary: FNAF Pirate AU story. Y/N is in an alternate dimension. The Sun and Moon daycare attendants are the captain of a pirate ship. No one's an actual animatronic in this story, just weird walking talking animals and other things. Will you romance anyone? I'm not really sure. I probably will do a friends to romance thing or just keep it to friends.

Note: I blame @bamsara on Tumblr for sucking me into this fandom with their story. I blame @paper-lilypie also on Tumblr for keeping me here with their story. And I blame Chex_Nyx on AO3 for giving me the itch to write about this fandom. Like seriously guys, I don't even play the games. The closest I've gotten to "playing" them is watching Markaplier do his thing.

Word Count: 4132

Don’t like reading on Tumblr, you’re not alone:

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CHAPTER 1: SURVIVAL

You were tired. You only wanted to have a moment of reprieve. Something to remind you that the world was so much bigger than you could imagine and that your problems were so small in comparison. It’s not like you’ve never climbed up the side of your building before, never sat on the edge and looked out over the city so you could feel small, never sat, and not wondered if it’d be right to just end it right there.

You wouldn’t of course. You had things to live for despite how shitty and trapped you felt. There was your little succulent garden that you took care of that would die without you because no one takes care of it like you do. There are all those stray cats you feed once a day on your way to college that would wonder where their free meal went. There were the kids at the closed-in park, that you walk by every day, and they would make faces at you, and you’d make them back. Making you and the kids laugh. You’d also miss hearing all the new music that could be made and can be listened to.

Those were good moments. Not something you’d want to end for the world just because you felt like you had no control over your life. So after looking over the city for an hour or two, you’d get back down and put your nose to the grindstone. Unfortunately, what was supposed to go by as a normal day of ruminating, became your death.

It had rained recently, but when you were sitting on the roof it didn’t occur to you to worry about it, and the rough rock was slick under your worn-out shoes. You lost your balance for a second when you were getting up and the sudden shift of your weight made you slip, and you fell off the side of the seven-story tall building.

It happened so fast. You didn’t even get the chance to make this choice yourself. You had plans. You wanted to see the world. You wanted to live a little. You wanted to grow more plants and make people laugh and watch the sunset over a countryside or something and not just in your cramped city. You wanted so much but it was just going to end…

Then at the last moment, before you thought you’d hit the concrete, you only hoped you didn’t accidentally land on anyone.

Then you kept falling… And falling… And falling… It shouldn’t be taking this long for you to hit the ground.

You squeezed open an eye, having scrunched up on yourself as you waited for the impact, to see what was going on.

It was sunny. Like it should be. You look around a bit more, but you can’t see any of the tall apartment complexes around you. You unfold yourself as your confusion mounted. Did you die? Is this the afterlife? You’d think you would have felt something in the last second before passing on.

You twist your body to face where you were falling and as you twist you see nothing but an expanse of sparkling ocean. It was a light blue and teal color, contrasting with the dark blue of the sky. It was an amazing sight. A sight that became less amazing the moment you realized that you were still falling, and that water was coming at you quick.

You flailed your arms as you tried to position yourself like you were standing. You’ve seen Mythbusters you know it’ll hurt like a bitch to hit water from so high up, but at the very least you can try and make this into a not so fancy dive. As you got closer you managed to get into a standing position, you wrapped your arms around yourself, pointed your toes down, and at the last second held your breath and plugged your nose.

Everything hurt as you cut through the water. The initial shock of the cold water and the sting of salt in your closed eyes kept you motionless. As your need for air grew though, you hoped that you didn’t break anything in your landing and that you’re just going to have some weird bruising. You swam to the surface and gasped for breath.

For the moment, you floated on your back as you processed what just happened.

Is this where dead souls go? Are you going to see others like you soon? This better not be like those “truck-kun” situations…

You look at your hands as they drip from the salt water and block the sun out of your eyes. They still looked like your hands. You still felt pain. You still need to breath. If this is the afterlife, then will that be the only thing you’ll need? You won’t need to eat or drink or get tired or anything?

Your thoughts were distracted when you felt something fuzzy brush against your head. You flailed immediately as a scream escaped you. Splashing water and accidentally inhaling the droplets. As you sat up, treading water, and coughing, you looked around to find the source of your spook, and saw a coconut.

Laughing at how silly you were being, you swam over to the brown, hairy thing and picked it up. It was slightly slimy on the bottom of it, so it had been out on water for a while now. You looked around hopeful, thinking that you might be close to land, but after a second you sighed. Coconuts in water isn’t a guarantee that you’ll find land, but as you eyed the thing, you did realize that wherever you are, it’s still very similar to where you came from.

You set the coconut back into the water and pushed it away from you, “Good luck little guy. Hope you find land.” You smiled as it was bounced by the waves, and you made believe that it was waving goodbye to you and wishing you luck as well.

Sighing, you looked around again. When you were falling, you don’t remember seeing any land masses. You look up at the sun through your fingers and guessed it was a little past midday. You would check your phone that was on you, but you know it was absolutely ruined at this point. You kicked off your shoes since they felt like they were dragging at you and making it harder for you to swim. You only kept them long enough to get the shoelaces off them so you could have some emergency string. Your shirt, jeans, and socks you kept on. Even if they also felt like they were dragging on you, if you didn’t get out of the water before nightfall, you were going to be freezing and you’ll need whatever extra protection from the cold you could get.

Not knowing what else you could do, you picked a direction and started swimming.

You weren’t a bad swimmer, but you weren’t good either. You don’t have the stamina that’s required of a regular swimmer, and you found yourself floating on your back to rest, more and more as the sun slowly sank to the horizon. That whole theory about not getting tired being immediately busted, along with your need to eat and drink.

As you swam, you suddenly understood all those stories you’d read about people lost at sea and how they’d drink the salt water despite knowing it’d just kill them faster. It’s like it’s taunting you. Daring you to drink of it and perish. If sirens were real, salt water’s the true siren of the sea to a thirsty man.

You kept going though, and you were hopeful that you were at least going in the same direction and not going in circles like you feared. You were also keeping your other fear of deep-sea creatures coming up to grab you by the ankle and eating ya at bay, pretty well you might add, but that was getting harder to do as you watched the sun set to your right.

Being in the middle of the ocean, surrounded by darkness, and shivering from the cold, was not an ideal place to be in. You wish you had some driftwood, something big to lay your head on so that you could take a short nap so that you’re not just treading water or having to float on your back. If you didn’t keep moving though, you know you’d probably freeze to death if you didn’t drown first.

Your fear of what could be swimming below you radiated at the back of your mind, but the sight of the night sky helped to calm your nerves. The night sky was bright and pockmarked with so many stars, it was mesmerizing. The moon was crescent and to keep yourself awake, you tried to pick out the constellations that you knew as you swam.

The longer you looked to the sky, the more it became obvious that you had no idea where any of the constellations that you were looking for were. You know the major constellations for both the northern and southern hemisphere so you should have been able to at least pick them out, but you recognized nothing.

You hummed a quiet whine to yourself. You don’t know what this all means but you don’t like it. You were going to keep swimming until you truly couldn’t anymore, or until you found land, or even more unlikely, a boat found you.

The night was long, and cold, and hard. There were several times where you felt so weak that you let the waves wash over you and push you under, just so you wouldn’t have to move. Then your lungs would burn for air, and you’d swim back to the surface and keep going. You were very lucky to not be in the middle of a storm, or maybe you weren’t lucky. Considering if you were going to die, this slowly drowning to death thing wasn’t the greatest to experience.

Eventually, agonizingly, the sun started to rise to your left, so at least you know that you were still going in the same direction you had picked for yourself. It doesn’t look like you’re any closer to any land, though.

You sigh as you lay on your back, the waves washing over your form. Your whole body hurts form being forced to swim. You wish for the millionth time that you had something to hold on to or to have a lifejacket. Something just so you could actually relax.

You turn your face towards the rising light. Wanting to be warmed by the sun’s rays but as you looked you saw a shadow. You squinted your eyes at the rising sun. The outline of the distant shadow looked like a boat.

You sit up quickly and start treading water, trying to rise yourself as high up as you could to get an even better look. The shadow was a boat. You don’t know how far away it is, but it was hope. With an extra burst of energy, you started swimming towards what you hoped would be your salvation. You didn’t try to swim quickly though, if it was a mirage or they weren’t going to cross paths with you, you didn’t want to waste your energy trying to get to something you couldn’t reach.

As the sun rose higher into the air, you could see the boat getting closer. They were at an angle from you, but that’s okay. You just had to get close enough for them to hear you. When the boat was less of a speck and looked like it was big enough to fit in the palm of your hand you started screaming and yelling.

It was hard to do. Trying to swim and shout at the same time, but you got closer still and you could see the shapes of people on deck. You don’t know if they’ve noticed you until you see that the ship’s sails started to move and go against the wind that was pushing it, affectively stopping it. You swam even harder as you kept screaming and yelling. Determined to fight until you couldn’t anymore.

The ship was huge and shadowed your form. You heard voices and the sound of many feet on wood. You expected to see a lifeboat drop or have a floating donut thrown at you but neither of these things happened.

Instead, you saw a rope ladder drop against the boat in front of you and you heard shouting encouragement to climb up. At the very least you knew you were going to understand each other once you climbed up.

Your arms and legs felt weak and shaky as you climbed out of the water and up the side of the boat. As you got closer the encouraging crowd became quieter and it became deathly silent when you finally had a hand on the railing. You felt no one attempt to hoist you onto the ship but that's fine. You weren't thinking about the implications of what that meant as you swung your leg over the wooden railing and fell onto the deck.

You groan with relief as you patted the deck with your hands and smooshed your face into the semi-rough wood.

“Thank God. But more importantly thank all of you. I thought I'd be resigned to slowly drowning to death.”

“What happened?” A kind sounding woman asked.

You kept laying down, not wanting to move much.

“You know, I'm not entirely sure about that. But it's a story I think I should save for your Captain.”

You felt something like a stick poking into your shoulder.

Another voice spoke up, this one sounding like a stereotypical pirate as he asked, “What tha hell are ya?”

You frowned at that.

“Wow,” you said as you started shakily getting up onto your knees, “Rude much?”

You turn to look at who had asked you that, only to be faced with a big fury rust-red colored fox with an eye patch over his right eye.

Your eyes go wide at the sight but you're much to tired to scream about it. You look past the fox and see even more anthropomorphic animals on the ship. All eyeing you like you were the exotic animal and not them.

You crawl backwards onto your ass and press your back against the wooden railing. The anthropomorphic animals started at you and you started right back. You were much too tired to do anything else. As the silence dragged on, you were starting to feel a bit awkward.

The rust-red fox stood up from crouching close to you then he poked you in the leg with his left peg-leg. Most likely the stick that you were poked with before.

“Yo’re certainly not from around her’, though ya do look like a stickman,” the fox said, “but barely.”

You stopped your gawking long enough to give the fox a questioning look. Instead of asking for an explanation though, you force yourself on to your feet. Your legs shook from the exertion but with a firm hold on the railing, you managed to prop yourself up.

A white chicken woman moved closer to you, her hands reaching out to you like she was going to catch you if you fell, “Easy now.”

You raise a hand at her, motioning that you’re fine. You’re not, but you didn’t want them getting too close to you at the moment.

You cleared your throat, then said, “So uh, again, thank you for letting me on board. And you know, I got to say, you all are intimidating and adorable at the same time and you all are rocking it.”

You smile and give them a thumbs up. A few of the anthropomorphic animals smiled at you, more were still frowning at you with suspicion. It looked like you were surrounded by at least ten people in total, but with a ship this big, there had to be at least ten or fifteen other animal people below deck and elsewhere.

The silence started up again as you were being scrutinized by the crowd. You honestly don’t know what else you could do, and your legs were starting to shake harder form the effort of just standing, despite how heavily you were leaning against the railing.

“Okay! Okay! What’s the hold up!?” A voice shouted, “Did we get whoever on board or not!?”

Two tall figures strolled through the crowd. All of the animal people were tall, like six feet or something, but these people had to be eight feet if not nine. They strolled through the crowd with confidence and authority and when they made it to the front of the crowd where everyone was staring at you, you were gawking again.

One, human-man looking person, stood tall and angry as he looked at everyone. He had the general shape of a stick figure; long legs, long arms, a long torso and a big round head. His face had the coloring of a crescent moon with a red eye in the black side of his face and a black eye in the white side of his face. He was wearing clothes that were reminiscent of old-fashioned pirates like from the Pirates of the Caribbean movie, but they were decorated in deep blues and purples with little patterns of stars and moons in jewelry or as actual patterns on the cloth.

Another one stood close behind him. He also had a stick figure shape to him, but he was colored in yellows and oranges, and he had weird little flaps or organs situated all around his head in a perfect circle making his face look like a child’s drawing of a sun. The only thing not yellow was his eyes, just as blue and as clear as a cloudless sunny sky. His pirate clothes were bright yellows and warm browns with little patterns of stars and suns in jewelry and as patters on his clothes. He had a soft curious smile on his face as it seemed like he was letting the moon man take charge of the situation.

Both stick figure people turned their attention on you, and you stumbled to your ass as they both had very different reaction towards the sight of you. The moon guy stood back, looking at you like you were a bad omen. The sunny guy held the moon guy up, keeping him from standing too far back as he seemed to want to press forward towards you like you were an interesting new critter he wanted to play with.

You picked you jaw off the floor. You may be in an unfamiliar situation, which is completely an understatement, but you weren’t about to be rude. You looked away and cleared your throat. Then you looked back at the two strange men.

“Um… Hi?” You waved at them.

The sun guy immediately moved out from behind the moon guy and charged at you with an energy you weren’t expecting, pushing the fox man out of his way. You slammed the back of your head against the railing behind you in a feeble attempt to run away. You hissed at the pain, and you were about to rub the back of your head with your hand when it was ingulfed by two big hands.

You were face to face with the sunny looking guy as he was examining your hand. Every other part of you was as pulled away from him as possible. You felt very much like a cat unable to run and all you could do was stay frozen.

“Look at you,” he said out loud.

You weren’t very sure if he was wanting a response out of you or not, but he kept on being handsy with you as he dropped your hand and then he forced one of your legs out from under you so he could look at your foot.

He laughed as he poked the middle of your sole, “You’re so squishy.”

His hands felt warm like he had been warming them up by a fire, but they felt like normal human hands, if a bit calloused. So you didn’t understand why you were being called squishy.

Before you could ask him to back off, he had let go of your foot and grabbed your head turning your face, this way and that as he examined you.

Laughing even more, he asked, “What even the fuck are you?”

You felt your eye twitch in annoyance. You were tired. You were hungry. You were thirsty. You had no fucking clue what was going on or how there were walking furries. And most of all you’d like to not be treated like some freak in a freak show.

Growling, you said, “If you don’t let go of me, I will bite you.”

“Oh-ho! Fisty aren’t we,” he said still not letting go of your face as his blue eyes bore into you curiously.

You opened your mouth and started leaning towards one of his hands and he immediately let go and backed away.

“Okay. Okay. No need for that,” he said. He was still crouching close to you, but he was keeping his hands to himself and smiling excitedly at you.

You sighed and rubbed at your eyes with one hand.

“Throw it back into the water.”

You and everyone else looked at the moon guy. He was glaring at you with a look you mistake for hatred.

The sunny guy quickly stood up. “What why?”

“You know what it is. You know the stories,” the darker guy said, “We’re throwing it out. We don’t need anymore trouble than what we make of our own.”

“Oh come on. Look at it. It’s harmless.”

“That means nothing.”

“Besides, the stories aren’t all doom and gloom Mister Apocalypse,” the sunny one said with a bit of sass.

“I’m not arguing with you on this, Sun,” the darker moon guy pointed at a wolf and an alligator and said, “You two. Throw them overboard.”

They took one step forward and Sun said, “Don’t you dare,” at them.

They immediately froze and you would have laughed if this wasn’t about your life hanging in the balance.

Sun put his hands on his hips as he stepped in front of you, “Think of all the information it could give us, Moon. The stories. The technology.”

“It’s not worth it.”

“Is it not worth it to believe in the good it can do? At least a little?”

“No.”

“But—”

“No!”

“Oh come on!”

“The longer it is here the more endanger our crew becomes.”

“It can’t be all that bad!”

You’ve had enough.

As loudly as your parched throat would let you, you screamed, “Heeey!”

Now all eyes were on you again.

“I don’t understand anything and nothing y’all are sayin’. All I know is that you think I’m going to bring a travesty to these people,” you said pointing at Moon.

Still glaring at you, he nodded his big head.

“These good. Kind people who were willing to help a stranger at sea even if it meant you guys were losing time to whatever mission you all were on?”

The glare on the moon man’s face was softening, and he nodded again.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see Sun looking between you and Moon in a panic, like he was trying to think of a way to stop this train of conversation.

The thought process you were having wasn’t exactly the healthiest, but you were tired and if you really weren’t dead and you’re somehow in some magical alternate universe, then maybe it would be best if you weren’t here anymore. Just so you could avoid becoming someone’s exotic pet, or being in a zoo, or whatever else this messed up universe might hold for you in it.

You throw your hands up in frustration, “Well fine then! If the situation is so dire. Might as fucking well.” You get into position to quickly jump to your feet, “But I’m going to be knocked out for this so, uh, thank you everyone for saving me and fuck you for deciding I should die.”

You spring up quickly as you flip everyone off. As you expected you were immediately seeing stars from the rush of blood leaving your head and going to your legs. The last thing you felt was you falling from passing out. You knew when you were conked out, you’d stay conked out until your body decided it was done resting. Not even water to your face could wake you up, so whatever painful fate they decide for you, all you’ll be is asleep.

#fnaf #chapter 1 #y/n #fanfiction #pirate au #alternate universe

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