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honeycobie · 3 years

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My Aurora

badboy!Sunwoo x reader, fluff, slight angst

a/n: this is a continuation of ps. i like you! if you have not read it, please do read it first as it will be confusing to read this one first. lots of people have requested me to do a part two to it and i gladly have! I recommend listening to your eyes tell by bts as you read this or break my heart again by finneas. as always, i hope you enjoy this one and stay safe 💓 please don’t be afraid to give feedback!

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Your hands were clammy, slick with sweat as they shook slightly, your fingers slipping against the screen as you tried to type out a message. Your mind was racing, a jumbled mess of thoughts as you recall his letter. It was intimate yet playful, just like Sunwoo. At the very thought of his name, a smile appears of its own accord and you slap your face lightly, trying to knock some sense into yourself.

Dragging a hand through your hair, you sigh, gazing at the screen of your phone. You sifted through your brain, attempting to organize yourself but only to give up a second later. You slumped against the wall, agonizing over sending a simple text. You inhale deeply to steel yourself before your fingers rapidly dance over the screen, typing out a straightforward “I got your letter”.

Contemplating, you hesitate, hovering over the send button. For the first time, you found yourself placing the phone down, mulling over a decision that you would’ve already made in a blink of an eye. Worrying your bottom lip between your teeth, you listened to your heart and sent it. Right after, you leaped away from it as if it was a poisonous spider, poised to attack. From a distance, you eyed your phone, waiting for any hint of a notification.

Sighing, you turned away and busied yourself with tackling the clean laundry that had piled up on your chair. Halfway through placing the last shirt into the drawer, your phone buzzes and you jump, startled. You carefully cradle the phone in your hands before unlocking it, your breath hitching when you realize you have a new message from Sunwoo.

You click on it, face illuminated by the glow as you read. The sentence sinks in and you laugh, your heart feeling lighter than it had been since you had last seen him.

“So you lost the bet? ;)”

It was so...him. To care about a bet that no longer held any importance, thrown away in a dark corner, unforgotten. Yet Sunwoo was able to revive it and you smiled at the familiarity of his competitiveness, finally breaking the gigantic iron wall that stood before you and him, built by you to protect your heart. Your response did not have your usual retort, instead, it acknowledged that you did indeed lose the bet.

However, Sunwoo’s response had held a certain weight to it, suggesting more feeling behind just arrogantly caring about winning or losing. It was his own way of clarifying things and you could practically feel his need to know if you reciprocate his feelings or not. You had given Sunwoo the answer he desperately needed to know and he now knew what you felt.

You flopped onto your bed, phone falling from your grasp to safely land on the soft duvet. You close your eyes for a second, your limbs sprawled. A weight seemed to have lifted off of your shoulders and you smiled dreamily. Lulled by the tranquility of the house, you feel yourself giving in to the tantalizing pull of slumber, a yawn escaping as you snuggle into the warmth of your sheets, blindly patting around to grasp at your duvet, pulling it over yourself.

Your eyes shoot open when the doorbell rings, echoing pleasantly throughout the house. Groaning, you sit up, patting down your messy hair and straightening your crumpled clothes.

As the doorbell rings again, paired with insistent knocking, you bolt downstairs, nearly wiping out on the floor. Regaining your balance, you throw open the door, ready to chastise the person for practically abusing the doorbell. Words die in your throat as you stare at him, a familiar smirk on his face, warm umber eyes drifting down your figure to fixate on your slippers, pink and fluffy, with an adorable bunny face.

“Nice bunny slippers.” Sunwoo remarks, suppressing the urge to laugh, lips twitching as he bites back a grin.

Your cheeks burn in embarrassment, suddenly painfully aware of your disheveled hair and mismatched pajamas. “They’re comfortable.” you manage, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

“Are you going to let me in?” he asks, amused.

“No.”

Sunwoo arches an eyebrow at your response, watching as you wedge yourself in the door, seeming to contemplate before slipping out, closing the door with a soft click.

You sit on the porch, and Sunwoo follows your actions. Silence ensues, and you shift uncomfortably before glancing subtly at him. Sunwoo, as always, was infuriatingly handsome, with a perfect side profile and you swore that nature loved him, the way the sun’s rays were kissing his skin.

“So...what are we?” you break the silence, but regret it when he turns to face you, and you almost drown in the captivating depths of his eyes.

“What do you mean?” Sunwoo asks, tilting his head in an endearing way, reminding you of a puppy.

“Are we an official thing now?” you venture bashfully, unable to meet his eyes.

“Yes, you’re my lover. Is that what you wanted to hear?” he chuckles, and you flush, reaching over to swat at him, which he easily dodges.

Lover....you savour the word, running through your mind like a broken record, over and over. So magical, it made your heart palpitate and your palms sweat.

When you don’t speak, Sunwoo eyes you mischievously, before reaching over to press his lips against yours. Your breath hitches as you make a surprised sound before melting into the kiss. You can feel Sunwoo’s lips curve into a smile but before he can pull away, you cradle his head, pulling him impossibly closer.

Parting, he smirks at you. “Didn’t know you were so bold, (Y/n).” he says, in sing-song as he pinches your cheeks.

“Shut up.” you mutter, and you were sure your face was as red as a beet.

“I’m not surprised you lost the bet, I mean, look at me.” Sunwoo continues, boasting and you glare at him.

“I will literally kill you in your sleep.”

“Woah, no need to get so aggressive.” he laughs, lifting his hands in a placating manner. You stick your tongue out at him before hugging your knees to your chest. Once again, silence falls upon you, but it’s comfortable and you get used to Sunwoo’s presence next to you.

When he starts humming to a familiar song, you join in, and even though the old lady next door is giving you a dirty look, her hands on her hips, you start singing and dancing with Sunwoo in the street. You can’t help but laugh loudly as he twirls you around.

You almost forgot how elated you had felt with Sunwoo but now, as the sun shines down on you as you frolic around with him, you remember.

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“Baby.”

His voice rouses you from dreamland and you lift your head drowsily, struggling to blink away the sleep that still clung to your eyelashes. You had somehow managed to fall asleep during the Studio Ghibli movie marathon that you and Sunwoo had planned a week prior. Your eyes focused on his face before drifting to the screen before you, the familiar sight of Howl’s Moving Castle greeting you, awakening vague childhood memories.

Sunwoo smiled, drinking in the sight of you, clad in a hoodie and pyjama pants, your hair messy yet still so adorable it makes his heart clench. He gently brushes the strands that fall into your eyes, his delicate touch almost lulling you back to sleep, your eyelids fluttering close.When he draws his hand away, you open your eyes, already missing the warmth of his hand.

“Put your hand out,” Sunwoo ordered, rummaging in his bag, which sat at his feet. Confused, you heed his order, placing your hand out, palm up.

He places the box in your hand and you peer at it, interest piqued even with sleep muddying your thoughts. The box was covered with a layer of black velvet and you knew that it had to hold some kind of jewelry. Curious, you opened it and you inhaled sharply. A delicate gold bracelet sat within it and you were mesmerized by the way it seemed to beckon to you, gleaming underneath the light emitted from the movie still playing on the screen, now forgotten, nothing but background noise.

Sunwoo picked it up and you caught sight of the single dainty charm that dangled from the chain. Incredulous, you held it between your fingers, noting the details that were carved into it. The charm itself was so thin and intricate that if you applied too much force, you feared that it would snap.

He grinned, reading your features attentively. “Do you like it? I specifically designed it myself.”

“You don’t have to buy-” you began, only interrupted by his finger pressing against your mouth to silence you. Sunwoo shakes his head, mischief evident in his eyes as he moves to fasten it around your wrist, his fingers deft as he nimbly connects the clasp. “Just accept it.”

You tried to object again but he glared at you, causing the words to die in your throat. Clearing your throat, you changed the subject to not incur his wrath. “Why did you pick the sun?” you ask, accepting the gift, twisting your wrist back and forth to watch it shimmer, admiring it with awe-filled eyes.

“The answer is simple. Since I’m known as the sun, it’s my way of claiming you and letting others know that you’re mine.” Sunwoo grins cockily, crossing his arms in satisfaction as he leans back, reclining on the couch.

You open your mouth, searching for words before opting to smack him twice on the head with the nearest pillow.

“Ow! What was that for?” he protests, rubbing his forehead.

“You always amaze me, Sunwoo.” you sigh in exasperation, rubbing your temples as you hug the pillow to your chest.

“Must be because I’m so handsome.” he replied, wiggling his eyebrows as he winked at you, practically shoving his face in yours to prove his attractiveness.

Wisely, you shove his face away, training your eyes on the screen instead. Sunwoo whines, shaking your shoulders so intensely, you momentarily considered strangling him.

“Shut up and watch the movie.” you grumble, throwing popcorn at him.

“Yes ma’am.”

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You sigh, zipping up your bag as you end another tutor session with Sunwoo. Now that you were dating, both of your mothers had begged for you to continue tutoring. You couldn’t blame them, though, as he still needed help. The sessions continued, dragging for more than the planned week and they were more distractions as he would continuously pepper your face and neck with kisses, despite your requests, no, demands for him to cease.

One or two of his friends would often tag along for fun — Haknyeon and Eric being the most frequent — and would always leave complaining that Sunwoo was absolutely infatuated with you, disgusted with how he would stare at you with the most loving gaze. To quote, they called him the “real-life heart eyes emoji”.

“Hey, I gotta go to the restroom real quick,” you mentioned, nudging Sunwoo with your arm.

Sunwoo glanced up from his task of organizing the sheaf of paper, “Alright,” he gave you a peck on the cheek before focusing on his task. You smiled to yourself. Sunwoo looked cute, nose scrunching as he tried to order the sheets by date.

You hummed to yourself as you stepped out of the study room, starting down the hallway. You were in a rather cheerful mood today, even able to suppress the urge to yell at Sunwoo for once again, succumbing to distractions.

Finishing, you step out of the stall to wash your hands. Just as you’re lathering the soap to thoroughly scrub between your fingers, you feel a presence next to you. Glancing up, you notice a girl next to you and you offer a friendly smile in greeting. She smiles back, easygoing and you had to physically force yourself from staring at her for too long. She was gorgeous, no doubt a girl that had boys practically tripping over their own feet to chase after her. Actually, you erased that thought as you flushed at her kind smile.

You couldn’t stop the envy that rushed through your veins. She was a natural beauty, not even a hint of makeup to enhance her features. With flawless skin, doe eyes and lips like rosebuds, she was the exact definition of what society thought beauty was. You brush off the envy as easily as shrugging off a coat. You would get nothing for envying others and it felt ridiculous anyway, admiring others’ features when the personality and the heart were what meant most.

Turning off the tap, you slip your hands under the dryer, watching as it automatically switches on, a warm gust of air blasting to dry the droplets of water that still clung to your fingers and palms. Just as you were about to walk out, a voice catches your attention.

“Wait, can I talk to you?” the girl asks politely, eyes crinkling in a rather charming fashion.

You nod, tensing slightly as you wondered what she might have been scheming. You couldn’t help it, it was in your nature to be suspicious and keep your guards up, even if the opposite person had been nothing but kind.

“I saw your bracelet and I was wondering where you got it.” she continued, her shining eyes fixated on the delicate gold bracelet that was clasped on your wrist. You blinked, almost laughing at yourself for even doubting whether the girl had sinister intentions.

“Ah, I’m not sure. This was a gift and I think it’s a personal design,” you replied, hand instinctively going to fiddle with it, the cool metal familiar underneath your fingers.

“Could I try it on?” she questioned, and you were taken aback by her blunt question. Not many strangers approached others to try on accessories and you were certainly not going to do so. “It’s alright if you don’t want to. I understand,” she laughed airily, noticing that you had recoiled slightly, taking a step away from her.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, indecisive. It was weird to let her, someone you didn’t even know, try it on but she seemed so earnest and you didn’t want to turn her away. Deciding on the latter, you nodded before unclasping the bracelet and handing it to her carefully.

You watch her as the girl gingerly handles it, placing it on her wrist before locking the clasp in place. She lifts her hand, admiring it as the gold glimmers underneath the fluorescent lights of the bathroom. Uncomfortable, you shift before you open your mouth, intent on asking for it back.

Before you can even speak, your phone rings. Lifting it to your ear, you wince when Sunwoo’s voice blares right in your ear. “Where the hell are you? What’s taking so long?”

Even though his words are rough, you can tell that there’s concern hidden beneath it, masked by his feigned irritation. “I just got caught up, sorry.” you apologized sheepishly, realizing that fifteen minutes had already passed.

“Hurry back. We’re taking the bus today, remember? It leaves at four.” You could practically envision Sunwoo’s face, dragging his hand down his face exasperatedly, a sigh escaping his lips. Your eyes widen when you catch sight of the time. There was only three minutes until the bus arrived. Even worse, the bus stop was a distance away from the library, so you and Sunwoo would have to dash to it in order to catch the bus.

Swiftly, you hang up on him, darting out the restroom into the hall, not even sparing the other girl a glance. You forgot something important, dangling on her wrist, gold like the afternoon sunshine drifting into the space, winking mockingly underneath the light.

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Your face brightens the moment you see Sunwoo standing in the park where you had planned to meet. Even before you reach him, you can tell something’s wrong, a brooding and dark look clouding his features. You slow your pace, watching as his head snaps up, gaze locking with yours when he hears your footsteps. You’re positive something is wrong by the way he doesn’t even offer a smile in your direction. Sunwoo’s eyes aren’t dancing with amusement and mischief like they usually are, instead they’re dull and lifeless.

“What’s wrong?” you inquire, hoping to shake him out of his detached state. At the sound of your voice, his eyes slide down to your wrist and his eyes flare with anger, sudden, like a lit match, flames threatening to overwhelm and destroy anything in its path.

“Where’s the bracelet?” he rasps, voice low. Although his features are nonchalant and coldly indifferent, you can tell that he’s furious by the way his jaw clenches, the muscles twitching. Your hand goes to your wrist, fingers wrapping around nothing but your own skin. Eyes widening, you curse inwardly as the image of the bracelet, clasped on the girl’s wrist, flashes in your mind, almost as if taunting your terrible memory.

Before you can even answer, Sunwoo beats you to it. “Why’d you give it to her? If you didn’t like it, you could’ve just told me. You didn’t have to give it away.” Behind the passive mask that he’s constructed, you see hurt flash across his features abruptly, like lightning striking through dark thunder clouds before it’s gone, just as quickly as it appears.

“And you gave it to her, out of all people.” Sunwoo continued, stringing his fingers through his hair in frustration, the action familiar as you had seen him do it many times. You were forgotten as he paced around in tight circles, like a caged panther.

“What do you mean, her?” You found the courage to speak up, only to regret it as his dark gaze settled on you, causing you to shrink away automatically, feeling so insignificant next to his presence.

“She is my ex.” Sunwoo reveals, shoulders hunched. You fall silent, digesting the new information. You didn’t understand why he was so quick to assume, when you hadn’t even explained your side of the story.

You steel yourself, determined to stay calm and talk things out. “Listen, it’s not like I hated the bracelet and gave it away to her. She was curious about it so I let her try it on and I forgot to ask for it back because we were going to miss the bus if we didn’t hurry.”

“Of course you would say that.” he laughed and you flinched at the anger, no, contempt that tainted his voice, poisoning the atmosphere with its negativity.

“What do you mean?” you countered, a frown marring your brow. “Are you saying that I’m lying?” You couldn’t disguise the brewing anger, like dark, vicious tones of black completely conquering the pure white of calm and placidness.

Sunwoo scoffs, the dismissive sound making you bristle. “Who knows, maybe you are.”

Your irritation prevails over your rationality as you scowl. “You know what? Screw you.” Weren’t relationships all about trust and honesty? You detested the way suspicion and doubt completely ruled over your relationship, erasing all the euphoric and jovial memories that once existed.

You stormed away, not even bothering to spare a glance in Sunwoo’s direction. If this was how things would play out, your past self had been wise to stay away from him.

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“So, did you guys break up?” your friend asks curiously, nibbling on her blueberry muffin.

You shrug, the straw of your beverage hanging out of your lips. “I’m not sure,” you admit, “we got into an argument and I just left.”

As your friend proceeds to barrage you with questions, you let your focus wander,, from the hanging plants to the dark maplewood floors of the cozy cafe, the murmur of conversations indecipherable, like you were underwater.

A bell chimes, alerting you of a new customer. Your eyes trail to the entrance, and you stiffen when you realize it’s Sunwoo, talking animatedly to someone next to him. You kick your friend’s shin lightly, grabbing her attention as you nod discreetly towards the entrance. Eyes widening, she turns slightly, observing as Sunwoo takes a seat, inconveniently close to your escape route.

You slide down in your seat, shaking your head. You could either wait for Sunwoo and his companion to leave or somehow sneak out without him noticing. Gnawing on your straw, you gesture to the nearest waiter, who slips over to you, a bright smile on his face. Hurriedly, you pay for the food, fingers drumming impatiently on the table before practically dragging your friend out the seat, protesting weakly.

Daring a glance, you lift your eyebrows when you notice that Sunwoo’s companion is his ex. It wasn’t the first time you had seen him with her after your argument. He was almost always with her on campus and you always shook your head scornfully when you caught sight of them together, again. At this point, you felt only numbness, like nothing affected you anymore. This just told you that it was time to forget Sunwoo and move on.

Just as you thought you had successfully gotten to the door without being noticed, you hear his voice call out to you. Gritting your teeth, you turn around, pasting on a fake smile.

“I’m not in the mood to talk.” you state plainly. Sunwoo stammers, for once, dumbfounded as he tries to find the words to placate you and convince you to stay.

“Go back to your girlfriend.” you add, gesturing to the girl, who remained sitting, pretending to scroll through her phone, concern apparent on her face. “Guess I was just a summer fling, huh? A rebound for you to use?”

At that, Sunwoo flinches, hurt flooding his features.

You turn to leave, and this time, he doesn’t stop you.

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Chattering with your friend, you pass through the entrance, smiling brightly as you greet the others at the party. Already, you can see some people passed out on the ground, cheeks ruddy from alcohol. The music is loud, the floor vibrating with the bass beat and you can feel it reverberating in your ribcage.

Your friend had offered to cheer you up by inviting you to one of her mutual’s weekly parties after witnessing your encounter with Sunwoo. You had initially declined, but after serious consideration, you had decided that it would be an effective way to loosen up and relax.

“Hey, Sunwoo isn’t here, right?” you lower your voice as you address your friend, scanning your surroundings keenly for any sight of the male.

“He might be. The host is good friends with him.” she answers, eyeing you.

Immediately, your expression and mood sours but you take a deep breath, determined to not let Sunwoo ruin your night. Your friend pats your shoulder sympathetically before pushing you into the dancing crowd. You squirm as you collide with sweaty bodies, barely avoiding a flailing arm, which threatened to gouge out your eyes. Magenta, violet and cyan lights flash wildly in the otherwise dim room, seeming to heighten the crowd’s emotions as they cheer loudly. You avert your eyes from the glare, trying to adjust to the drastic change.

“Have fun!” your friend yells over the music, before also disappearing into the throng. You grimace, trying to push your way out of the crowd before sighing, running a hand through your hair in exasperation. You seemed to be at the heart of the group, everyone moving to the rhythm of the music. People shout over the music, trying to communicate to each other and your head momentarily spins as you slowly adapt to the chaos.

Glancing around, you don’t notice your friend anywhere but your tense shoulders start to gradually relax, body automatically swaying to the beat as you sing along to the song, feeling more carefree and untroubled compared to the previous days.

Perhaps it was a good idea to attend this party.

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As you talk to a friend, a hand grasps your arm, dragging you away. Twisting, you catch sight of Sunwoo’s face, set in a glower. You struggle against him, but he doesn’t let go until he finds a quiet corner, away from the party and its consuming music.

“What do you want?” you seethe, rubbing at your arm, where it was sore from his bruising grip.

“I want to talk about us,” Sunwoo states simply. For some reason, the word ‘us’ causes your blood to boil and you inhale deeply, trying to refrain yourself from lashing out. The last thing you wanted was to create a scene at a party, where you were supposed to have fun and dance away your worries.

“We have nothing to talk about.” you refute, forcing yourself to keep a polite tone.

“What happened to our relationship? Didn’t we promise to always talk things out?” Sunwoo continues, and you wonder if the desperation in his voice is an illusion, a trick so he can take advantage of you again. His voice is gradually rising in volume, and you can also feel your annoyance progressively getting out of control.

“You told me I could trust you, right? What happened to that?” you demand, practically piercing daggers with your glare.

Sunwoo returns your gaze with an equal amount of resentment. “Ask yourself that,” he accused, “why did you think I used you as a rebound to get back together with my ex?”

“I don’t know, maybe it’s the way you act on campus or the way you initiate physical affection with her so easily?” you retort, envy evident. You hated jealousy; the way it easily destroyed foundations of stable relationships, but it felt….almost relieving to let your emotions out.

Sunwoo is silent, but his heated stare betrays his hostility, provoked by the way you simply dismissed his explanation. He almost chuckles, wondering if this was how you felt. Huffing, you turn to leave, but he pulls you back, your back crashing into his chest, arms settling around your waist.

You close your eyes, moving to peel his hands off, ordering your body to move, but it betrays you, and you stay in Sunwoo’s embrace, his breath stirring your hair into motion.

“Tell me….who is she to you?” you whisper, slumping in defeat.

“She’s nothing more than a friend. She’s going through something right now so she really needed comfort.” he replies softly, moving to gently place a kiss on your neck, goosebumps appearing on your skin.

“Oh.” you say, your voice tiny as guilt sweeps over you. You start to apologize, but Sunwoo hushes you, twirling you around to face him.

He lifts his hand, uncurling his fingers to reveal a familiar gold bracelet sitting in it. It dangles from his fingers and you gaze at it, the metal shimmering, as if it was dancing along to the distant bass of the music. His eyes present many questions as he stares at you, offering you the bracelet. Do you still love me? Will you accept me again?

Quietly, you stretch out your hand, and his eyes; they light up with hope so innocent and bright, it hurts your heart. Sunwoo fastens the bracelet back to its rightful place, almost frantically, like if he didn’t hurry, you would change your mind.

Awkward silence settles over you as you and Sunwoo stare at each other, uncertainty swimming in his eyes as he fidgets. Laughter bubbles out of your throat when he unexpectedly sweeps you into his embrace, lifting you in the air, almost crushing you with his strength but you don’t complain, a smile stretching across your face, tears brimming in your eyes.

Words weren’t needed.

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You lean against Sunwoo’s side, gaze fixed on the stunning view of the horizon, the sun lighting everything with a fiery glow. A place that was once only Sunwoo’s safe haven but now he unlocked the gates to welcome you. It had felt like only yesterday when he had introduced you to this place, hidden away from the harsh and demanding reality that criticized and judged everywhere you went and it felt like a shield, coddling you from the cruelty of it all and pushing you into a dream, where everything had an answer and you were free from the stress and worries that seem to mercilessly pursue you, no matter what winding paths you took to avoid it.

You close your eyes, letting your head fall on Sunwoo’s shoulder. A chuckle rumbles through his chest and you feel him pick your hand up, laying a chaste kiss on it before intertwining his fingers with yours. Your heart picks up its rhythm at his display of affection but you keep your eyes closed, ears pricked as you listen to the melodic chirping of birds stationed somewhere within the dense forest.

A question worms its way into your mind and you squirm slightly, trying to ignore it. No doubt Sunwoo would tease you if you said it out loud. It makes its way down, seeding itself into your heart. Tempted to ask, you open your mouth before closing it just as rapidly.

You feel Sunwoo shift beside you before gently moving you to lie in his lap, his hands moving to tangle themselves into your hair, twirling the strands. Your eyes fly open and you’re overcome with a wave of determination, to spit the question out before you regret it. Now seemed to be the time, everything at peace, the birds settling amongst the trees, their chirps seeming to quiet, dying down.

“Sunwoo…” you begin, calling his name softly and you cringe inwardly at how loving your voice sounds. Never in a thousand years would you ever imagine yourself in this position, his dark eyes reflecting the sunshine, rendering them the warmest shade of chocolate, bringing out the golden specks that surrounded the irises. You, allowing this boy who you’d only thought as an annoyance to caress your face, to capture your lips with his and to own your heart.

He lets out a hum in response, eyes flicking from the horizon to meet yours and you resist the urge to permit yourself to drown in them. “If you were to describe me as something, what would I be?” you continue, bracing yourself.

You expected Sunwoo to reply with something similar to “trash” in a joking tone, so adorably dorky that you couldn’t even bother to be angry at him, knowing that your anger would be short-lived, dissipating like water meeting heat, the mist of evaporation curling through the air. A part of you hoped that he didn’t answer with that, or something overused, like “my world”. It was used in cliche movies, used to the point that when you heard a boy say it to his girlfriend you had the desire to rip out your hair in frustration when she’d blush as if it was something world-changing.

Sunwoo continues to run his hand through your hair, lips pursed as he considers. Your gaze doesn’t stray from his face, observing his features as they shift through different emotions. “You’d be an….aurora.”

You sit up, pleasantly shocked. You had not thought that he would actually consider and reply to your question seriously. Shifting to face him, you quickly scanned his face for any sign of teasing or jest but you found none. Sunwoo was oddly solemn, gazing back at you intensely, his hand moving to hold yours. “Why?” you breathe, your voice hushed, as if you were to raise your voice, this moment would end and Sunwoo would vanish, taking all the colour of the world with him.

Sunwoo breaks the eye contact, drifting off to collect his thoughts before he gives you a timid smile. “Because...you’re like a gift to me, ethereal and breathtaking. I don’t know when you’ll disappear and if you’ll move on to someone else and brighten their days with your presence. So I’ll cherish the moments we have together. You could say I’m the dark sky and you...are the aurora, dancing with me and stabilizing me, providing me with an escape. You’ve taught me so much, opening my eyes to finding the radiance in even the littlest things. Everything is washed anew when you're by my side and it seems so much more vibrant and colourful, just like how an aurora brings colour and life to the sky when it appears.”

Your face heats up at his words, your heart hammering against your ribs, so loud you feared that Sunwoo would be able to hear it. You were unable to tear your gaze away from his, his eyes clear, allowing you to see the sincerity in their dark pools. There were so many emotions present, swimming in his eyes that they threatened to drown you.

Overwhelmed by emotion, you couldn’t find the words to express how much he meant to you as well. You just sat there, warmed by his words. You clung to that feeling, knowing that it would mean so much more to you when you looked back whether you were still dating Sunwoo or not.

As if sensing your inability to form words to describe the turmoil going in your head, he slips an arm around your shoulder, applying enough strength so your head fell naturally into the crook of his neck. You let out a sigh, hand instinctively gripping onto his shirt, the feeling of his toned chest beneath the thin fabric spanning underneath your fingertips.

Suddenly, Sunwoo pulls you so you’re settled in his lap, a startled squeal leaving your lips. Facing him, you bury your face into his neck, arms slipping around his neck casually. Although you would have been uncomfortable with such a show of physical affection, he seemed to be an exception and you found the warmth radiating off his arms familiar and secure, placing you at ease.

You listen to the steady rhythm of his heart before turning your head, your cheek now pressed against his chest so you could continue enjoying the breathtaking view of the city, so high above that it was unbothered, the air still and tranquil as sunlight caused the windows of skyscrapers faraway to glitter and your eyes roamed the city, mapping and memorizing the place where you’ve grown up and had so many memorable moments, ones that were filled with joy, sorrow and rage.

Sunwoo’s arms tighten ever so slightly before he dips to press a kiss to the crown of your head. “My aurora.” he murmurs, and you can hear the hint of possessiveness and love in his voice, his breath stirring your hair into motion and a chill runs down your spine when you feel his eyelashes flutter against your neck as Sunwoo dips his head to graze his lips against your neck.

You wouldn’t trade anything in the world for this, to watch the sunset with your lover at your side.

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maggyoutthere · 3 years

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It's funny how I'm actually putting effort on this. I'm putting actual effort on a shitpost.

Anyways I said I'd write a bad sonic creepypasta so here it is. Here's the catch: I like how its turning out so imma make it a 2-pary story. This is the first part. It doesn't have any scary shit but it has the basics for a shitty creepypasta: someone gets a old pirated/unreleased/defective game and tries them out despite getting warned that bad shit might happen.

Again I'm not a fluent English speaker so expect some grammar error and stuff like that ._.,

So ladies, gentlemen and non-bis, I present to you-

Sonic: Battle of Metal and Blood (Part 1)

Synopsis: Teen gets nostalgic mid-quarentine and starts playing old Sonic games. She asks for some cheat codes and shit happens.

So for context; I'm a 17 year old girl stuck home because of quarantine.

It had been 4 or 5 months since the virus sent everyone home. Students were playing Animal Crossing and DOOM all day to fill in the summer hours since no one could go outside. I never liked going to the beach so I was never really bothered by it.

Like many people, I found myself going back in time to easier phases of my life. I was rewatching old cartoon shows from my childhood, getting into MCR and P!ATD and just living in pure nostalgia. I also started getting into gaming again, even going to the point of setting up my Wii again just to play Epic Mickey, but I didn't exactly grow up with the Wii. I was more of a Playstation kid, so much that me and my bro got a Playstation 2 from our cousin when he eventually bought the 3rd one for himself.

My cousin was older than us; I remember him being 16 or 17 when I was like 12, so he was kind of our gaming hero. If there was a level in Crash Bandicoot we couldn't beat, we'd call my cousin and he'd do it in 15 minutes. He knew all the cheat codes, all the secret levels and extra content for the games he had; he was like a genius to me and my lil bro, so when he gave us his old Playstation 2 and games me and my sibling knew we were in for a treat.

We got this Sonic Gems Collection for the Playstation 2 from him. It's like a port of various older Sonic games like Sonic CD, Sonic The Fighters, Sonic R and so on. I grew up playing that game, especially Sonic The Fighters since I wasn't very good at the racing games.

I still had a working controller and a lot of free time so I asked my bro for help setting up the console. The thing was so dusty I was actually scared it wasn't going to work. We clicked the power button and the light on the console turned on. Me and my brother held our breaths as we put the DVD in the console and crossed our fingers. As the screen lit up with the SEGA logo and music started playing, I just hugged him and cheered. He set up the console in my room so I could play without having to go to his room (he was the one keeping all the electronic stuff) and told me to have fun.

I didn't even know where to start. There was so much I wanted to play now that I actually knew what I was doing. I thought about starting with my favourite one out of the bunch: Sonic CD. I'm a sucker for the retro 2D pixel games so that was a must. It was better than what I remembered; the music was so catchy and the art style was vibrant and it stood out from a lot of games nowadays that go for a washed out "hyper realistic" look.

As I kept playing, I eventually reached the level where Amy tags along with Sonic for a while before Metal Sonic bursts through a wall and kidnaps her. Oh yeah, Metal Sonic was a thing. I remembered him from Sonic R and Sonic The Fighters - and the fact he was in the fucking cover art of the DVD case. I absolutely loved the fucker in the games though. He had a cool design, and the idea of the villain being a copy of the hero gone wrong was so interesting to me at the time.

I ended up passing the level and even making it to Stardust Speedway. I was sweating since I'd never come this far at any game. My bro was there cheering me as I tried not falling on spikes or getting hit by Metal Sonic's attacks. I ended up making it till the end on top, but it was kinda sad seeing Metal crash face-first against the door like that.

I was done with that for a while, so I went ahead and played Sonic R and Sonic The Fighters for nostalgia. Again, the fucker was there, either as a boss or as an unlockable character. I ended up noticing how there were a bunch of games missing. There were empty grayed slots with question marks instead of the game titles. I couldn't understand if the game was broken or if there was something I was supposed to do, so I called my cousin in hope he would somewhat tell me what to do. He ended up explaining how the game made you complete all the other games to unlock new ones. I thought that was kinda stupid so I asked him if he had any cheat codes or something to make the whole thing available. He told me he was going to dig up his old stuff and ring me again if he found anything.

A few hours later, he sent me a message telling me he'd found something that should work. He told me he did have a cheat code but he thought it was best if I didn't do it. Here's the transcript from his message.

"There's something that might work but it's kinda weird. I got this memory card from a friend of mine and he said this should unlock all the hidden contents within the disc, but when I tried it some weird shit started happening. Most of the sonic games were unplayable no matter how many times I restarted the console or cleaned the disc. There should be an extra game slot but that's just a glitch. Something about the system trying to make up storage for the extra code. Just don't click on anything that looks like a glitch and you should be golden"

Well that was a bit discouraging, but we agreed to meet that afternoon so he could give me the memory card.

When I got home and plugged the cartridge into the slot on the console, I was kinda scared. What if the thing exploded or something? I gave it a try and the thing actually worked! As I clicked on the games section, everything was there! There were some vectorman games but I didn't know who that was at the time so I didn't really care about them. What I was more interested in was the museum. There were a bunch of unlockable promotional art and illustrations there that I never got to see as a kid, so you could imagine how joyful I was when I saw the museum section filled with pages upon pages of illustrations and renderings of the games. Some of them weren't even on the Gems Collection like some screenshots of Sonic Heroes.

I went back on the game menu and was surprised to see another game entry below all the vectorman ones. It was called "Sonic: Battle of Metal and Blood". What the hell was this? It surely wasn't in the cover art and a quick google search turned up nothing. Was it a glitch? It couldn't be; it looked too clean and intentionally made to be a glitch, not to mention that whole game titles don't just appear out of thin air. Game or not, something was programmed in there. I concluded it was probably someone's fan project that was in the memory card my cousin gave me. Why hadn't he mentioned it though?

I was too curious to turn down a mystery like this one, so I got up first to make a cup of coffee since it was already getting late. As I returned from the kitchen, I remembered to look at the synopsis of the game. I can't remember exactly what it said but it was something along the lines of:

"In this sequel to the famous Sonic CD, step in the shoes of Sonic's friends as they face their biggest challenge yet. Control Amy Rose and Miles "Tails" Prower and fight against the metallic faker himself, Metal Sonic, and stop him before he puts his plan to become the only Sonic in action"

Woah, that sounded exciting; I wasted no time. I got all cozy, kept my cup of coffee next to me

And pressed START.

To be continued in part 2

#sth #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #creepypasta #creepy story #short story #sonic gems collection #sonic: battle of metal and blood #battle of metal and blood #maggy moment #shhh i actually like how its turning out #i'm not that good at writing but this is the best i've written in a while

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dem-cp-hoes · 4 years

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Hallo I'm here to ask for a request where the s/o had childhood cancer (but they still have hair) when they were little and is very delicate to the world (eg: hay feverish, asthma and allergies) and so they don't go out much unless getting things they want, food or going to their hospital check ups. It would be great if it was with LJ, Toby, BEN, Jeff and Masky. Thanks!

This was a lovely request and I want to wish to anyone that went through that or is still going through it all the best😊😊

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Ben:

"Looks like your fever went down" Ben said after he looked at the thermometer and then smiled at you. "How are you feeling?"

"Better" you replied and then coughed a bit at your elbow, making your boyfriend raise an eyebrow in disbelief.

"Yeah, right. You're still not getting up mister/missy." he told you and boop-ed your slightly red nose. You huffed and crossed your arms.

"I'm not a child Ben, I know how to deal with it, have known for a long time" you whined and turned your head the other way, missing the way Ben's eyebrows furrowed at your last sentence.

The only way to describe the feeling that was squeezing his heart was sadness. You've been struggling with this for so long and yet, he never heard you complain once. You never blamed anyone, you never lashed out, you never gave up.

Ben knew of your condition and what you went through as a child before you told him, having checked your long medical history record. The fact that you could still smile so bright after all of that was beyond him.

Your gentle voice and hand on his shoulder pulled him out his thoughts.

"I'm sorry that we couldn't get out again, even though it has such a nice weather" you said and smiled apologetically.

"No, no, no, don't feel bad! Your health comes first, I'm not much of an outside person anyway" he said and took your hand in his own. He laid down beside you and pulled you onto his chest.

"Still...." you went to say, but he interrupted you, "Shh, just sleep.", and your eyes closed, once again missing Ben's eyes staring at you with a tenderness he never showed before.

L.J.:

Jack hated children, at least the obnoxious and bratty ones. But he was convinced that even he wouldn't have been able to harm you, had he met you as a child. Those were the thoughts that went through his mind as he stared at a picture of you he found in an album.

You couldn't have been more than 8 years old, yet you were hooked up to a lot of machines that Jack couldn't recognize. You still had a big smile on your face and made a thumbs-up.

"This one was taken after 6 months in the hospital" you said from behind him, making him jump a little, "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you"

"It's fine, sorry for looking through your stuff doll", the nickname made you blush, and Jack mentally high-fived himself. You came from around the couch and sat beside him, taking the album from his hands.

"I don't mind. I'm not hiding what happened to me" you said, beamed at him and turned a page from the album showing another picture of, apparently, 10 years old you sitting next to a man dressed as Santa, again at the hospital.

You smiled fondly at the memory while tracing the picture with your thumb. Jack noticed with relief that you looked better than you did yesterday, healthier. He kissed your temple and pulled you close to look at more pictures.

Jeff:

The first thing Jeff heard when he entered your home that evening was your sneezing. So, with a shake of his head he went to the bathroom and took the medicine from the cabinet.

"How many times have I told you to keep your medicine by your side?" he said when he entered your room to find you sprawled out on the bed with tissues all around you.His tone was a little rough but it didn't hold any bite behind it.

"Hey, J." you said instead of replying to his question and Jeff signed, feeling a smile tugging at his already grinning lips. Even sick you were adorable, he was going soft on you.

He tossed you your medicine and began to collect the numerous tissues and throw them in the garbage can. Now, usually Jeff didn't bother to do shit for anyone. Hell, he didn't even clean his own room most days.

But you were special, he'd do anything to see you happy.

"You didn't have to do that you know" you said and set down your glass of water after you took the pill for your allergy. It was the middle of spring, and while others enjoyed the nice weather and the flowers, you couldn't step out of the house more than a few feet without going into an allergic shock. You didn't mind it much, but it was a bitch to handle.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. The one time I do something nice and you spoil it" he said and climbed under the covers with you. He knew those pills made you drowsy, so it wouldn't be long before you fall asleep.

"I didn't say that! I just-" your yawn interrupted your sentence and Jeff tugged you closer to him.

"Just go to sleep, idiot" he said and chuckled along with you when he realized what he said.

"Wow, I'm flattered. Will you be here when I wake up?" you asked and closed your eyes, making yourself comfortable in his embrace.

"Always" he replied and kissed the top of your head.

Masky:

"I'm hooome!!!" Masky yelled as he entered the house with a bag from the drug store. "I got your meds!!"

"Welcome home babe" you said as you bounced over to tackle him in a hug. Masky hugged you back and pulled away to hand you the bag.

"Thank you so much. But you didn't have to go through so much trouble, I could go get them myself, y'know" you muttered as you rummeged through the bag for the pills you were supposed to take in the afternoon.

"I don't mind. Besides we can't risk you getting sick again" he replied while ruffling your hair a bit.

"No worries mother, for we shall prevail in these trying times" you over dramatically said after taking you meds, causing Masky to roll his eyes.

"You're an idiot" he said and hugged you close. "Yeah, but I'm your idiot" came your reply, muffled from having buried your face at his chest.

"Of course you are"

Toby:

When Toby came back home and didn't find you there he almost had a heart attack. Where were you? Were you hurt? Did something happen and you were in the hospital?

He was ready to call every hospital in the city to see if you were admitted, when he heard the sound of the door unlocking and rushed to tackle you in a hug.

"Hey-woah!!! Careful there...what happened??" you asked surprised and struggled to get out of the hug to look your boyfriend in the eyes.

"I thought something happened to you!!" Toby had tears already rolling down his cheeks and you noticed his ticks were getting out of control.

"Nothing happened. I'm right here, see!!" you said calmly and took his hands to lay them upon your cheeks and in return lay your own upon his. It always calmed him down when you did it, and it seemed to work this time as well. His ticks slowed down and weren't so sudden while his breathing evened out.

"I just went out to get my prescription" you continued and showed him the bag you managed to set on the table by the door before he slammed into you.

"You should have waited, we could have gone together. What if something happens and I'm not there?" he said with a pout.

You couldn't help but smile at how cute he was and how much he cared.

"I promise we'll go together next time, deal?" you asked and drew him into a much more gentle hug this time.

"Deal"

#Creepypasta #Creepypasta scenario #Creepypasta x reader #Jeff the killer #Masky #Laughing Jack #Ben Drowned #Ticci Toby

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becausewerebatfam · 5 years

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Mother Knows Best

Damian Wayne x Reader

After finally gaining your father’s approval to date Damian a new problem arises. His mother, Talia, also finds out and she is not pleased.

Warning: Violence & Suggestive Content, Damian’s age is 18+

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“What is this I hear about my son?” Talia may not be involved in her son’s life but every so often she had people watching him and reporting back to her. She lost it when she heard of his romantic involvement with another of Bruce’s live-in charity cases. Damian was a very serious person who did everything properly. He was now of marrying age and if he had started to court someone she felt obligated to asses the woman. From what she had gathered, using the League, you were no match for her son.

Her son deserved someone better.

Bruce ignored her question and asked her to leave but it only fueled her anger.

“Who is this woman that has poisoned my perfect son?” She had yet to see you and was more than eager to confront you.

You and Damian arrived at the Batcave in time to hear Talia’s question. It hurt, but from what you had heard about Damian’s mother it was no surprise. Not being one to fear confrontation you acted before Damian could stop you. “That would be me.”

“Y/N don’t-” Damian called out to you but it was too late. You had left his side and gone to face his mother. He knew it was only a matter of time before she showed up after that run-in with the League earlier in the week.

Talia scowled at you making you question whether Damian got his scowling abilities from his father or mother. She wasn’t surprised at all to see you were also wearing a bat on your chest but she was still sure you weren’t worthy of being the wife of the Al’Ghul heir.

“This is unacceptable-” she pointed at you.

“This,” you repeated with resent.

She had dehumanized you with only one word.

“I don’t need your approval to court her.” Damian stood behind you urging you to let it go, “Don’t listen to her Beloved.”

Bruce stood behind Talia knowing very well that she was looking for a fight. Similarly, Damian stood beside you putting a hand on your shoulder as a reminder to mind your temper.

Talia’s eyes showed a flash of disappointment at the term of endearment. Her son would never show such weakness. “How could you have gotten so weak Damian? Is she to blame, because I can fix that.” Her voice lowered and her weight shifted showing she was ready to attack.

“Are you threatening me,” you ask taking a step forward.

Damian knew his mother had a gun on her while you only had a pair of katanas strapped to your back. “Stand down Y/N you can’t win.”

His lack of confidence hurt but not as much as his mother’s comments. You knew it was hypocritical to fight her when you had tried to avoid having your father and Damian fight. But this was different, your honor was being attacked. You were being dehumanized just like when you were in the lab. The thoughts took over your senses making you see red.

“Listen to Damian,” Bruce sternly warned.

He couldn’t see your eyes but he was sure you were starting to get fired up. He didn’t like how close you two were in distance and in skill. It would end badly if you fought Talia as you were now. He was mostly afraid you would lose your temper forcing him to take you down.

“Fine,” you breathed out unclenching your fists.

You turned walking straight past Damian shooting him a glare, and into the manor where you took your mask off and tossed it aside. In a huff of rage, you punched the nearest wall only to regret it immediately after. The consecutive whispers of apologies that accompanied your failed efforts to cover up the damage evoked laughter from behind you.

“Woah, bad night?” Dick asked after silently witnessing you lose control.

The last thing you wanted was to alarm anyone with your temper. Flashes of memories blinded you. Memories where your hands were bathed in blood. “Please don’t tell anyone,” you pleaded. Bruce would definitely lecture you and take you out of the field if you started showing signs of aggression.

Dick knew you were trying your best to live up to Bruce’s standards just like the rest of them. You had your own demons to overcome. “Only if you tell me what’s got you so worked up.”

You sighed, “Where do I begin...”

“At the beginning of course.”

You giggled at his lame attempt to make you laugh. Guess it wasn't so lame in the end if it worked.

Damian came up to the Manor after getting rid of his mother. He expected you to be mad about what had just happened but instead, he found you smiling in the kitchen as you ate some sugary breakfast cereal with Dick.

That only worried him further.

“Oh, Dami you’re just in time. We’re about to have seconds!” Dick opened the second box of Lucky Charms and poured its mix of marshmallows and cereal into his bowl. Just as you scooped your last bits of little brown cereal pieces.

He turned down Dick’s invitation instead, focusing on you. “Beloved,” he reached out to hold your free hand but you moved it. You avoided him altogether by getting up and walking away.

“Dami wait,” Dick stopped him when he tried going after you. “Before you go after her you have to be sure of what you are going to say or it will only make it worse.”

Damian’s brow furrowed, “What did she tell you?”

“Not much but something Talia said triggered her memories and nearly made her lose control.”

With that in mind Damian went up to his bedroom where you would most likely run off to. He sighed heavily upon entering knowing he would have to admit to a few things. “I understand your anger towards me.”

“Do you,” you asked cross-armed. Damian could be thick-headed when it came to emotions. He loved to mask or deny his emotions just like his father.

You had spoken to him about the lab but it was one thing to hear about it than it was to live it. You did not expect him to completely understand what you felt when his mother dehumanized you.

He closed the gap between you and reached out, holding onto either side of you. “Instead of standing up for you I put my efforts into driving her away. But I had a good reason for that.”

Your arms loosened as you waited for his response.

Damian’s hands slid from your arms to your hips. “I could not risk you getting hurt. I’ve foughten mother- she would not hesitate."

“You think I would lose?”

It was hard to say. “Your rage is unpredictable.”

You sighed, disappointed by the small amount of trust your boyfriend had in you. “Dami-” you tried prying his hands off of you but he would not let go.

“Beloved I know you have come a long way since then. Despite all the provocation, you have managed to control your actions but I know Talia.”

A hint of sadness could be seen in his eyes making you less reluctant to pull away. Instead, your hand went to his cheek, “Sometimes I forget you too had a less than normal childhood.” Your other hand went to the back of his neck where you clung to him.

Damian held you by the waist now, wrapping his arms fully around you. "I do not doubt your skills.” He chuckled remembering the scar on his right pectoral that had remained a souvenir from his first encounter with Y/N Wilson. “I have the scar to prove it.”

Your hand slid from his cheek to said muscle on his chest with a sheepish smile. “Sorry about that...” At the time he had stopped you from a political hit job you had been sent on. The job was long forgotten but you still recalled the wrath of Robin. “But I do think it’s incredibly sexy to see my handiwork on you.”

He knew the feeling. It was comparable to when he would see the markings on your neck the following morning after having spent the night with you.

The hand on his neck pulled down on him so you could reach his lips. All your previous anger had been forgotten as you nipped and sucked his bottom lip. The kiss was being led by you until Damian dipped down and scooped you up holding onto your thighs.

His actions caught you unaware making you open your eyes and mouth, an opportunity he took to explore your tongue with his.

He sat down at the edge of the bed with you straddling his lap. “Promise me that if Talia ever tries to contact you or you run into her, that you will let me know.”

You hesitated for a moment but ultimately nodded. “I promise.”

He gave you a sweet longing peck keeping his forehead against yours after. “I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too Damian.”

With that, you began taking each other’s suits off. Being on his lap, Damian had managed to fully unclothe you fairly quickly while you had only managed to slip off the top half.

He watched you trace his scar with your fingers for a moment before replacing them with your lips.

You stopped when you heard the door slam open behind you.

“It’s too quiet, did you kill each-” Dick quickly regretted bursting in without knocking.

“Grayson!”

Dick covered his eyes and quickly began to apologize to you. “Sorry the door was unlocked and it was so quiet I thought you two killed each other.”

Damian picked up his cape and draped it over you before chasing out his older brother. Even if it was an accident he had seen too much.

When Damian came back he was sporting a scowl. That was the second time one of his brothers had walked in on him. “He got away.”

“At least he apologized, unlike Tim.” You tried to make light of the situation. After all your back had been to the door so he hadn’t seen much. “At this rate, Jason will be next.”

“I’ll kill him again.”

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Unfortunately, you were unable to keep your promise when Talia took your prized katanas, specially made for you by your father, and only offered to give them back if you went to Infinity Island which is where you currently were. Although your father would understand the circumstances of their loss it had become more of a matter of principle.

You would not allow Talia to taunt you now or in the future.

“I’m not good enough for your son? You think less of me because I can’t take a life,” you ask incredulously. There is a moment of silence as you try to think of a response that wouldn’t offend her but sometimes people needed to be told their truths. “Bruce warned me about coming here...” He had tried to stop you. “Damian also-”

Talia’s eyes narrowed at you as her chest rose to show her confidence the same way Damian did. “There is nothing you can say or do that will hurt me. I am not weak like you, my son requires someone who will encourage him to achieve greater things.”

“I do that!” You were starting to yell and that wasn’t good.

Talia didn’t know you had blood on your hands. In what felt like a lifetime ago you were once a mercenary like your father. At one point you were driven by anger like the one you felt now but thanks to your father you had learned to control it.

Unfortunately, he never taught you how to deal with someone like Talia. She was a smart, educated woman but her views were too extreme. Logic was beyond her.

“If I could speak freely I would tell you of all your weaknesses but I’d probably only need to point out one to get a reaction out of you.”

“Speak girl!”

Your hands balled into fists ready to embrace the consequences of your words. Oh, how you wished you would have taken a weapon from the cave. “Your greatest weakness Talia is your lack of maternal instincts. I don’t doubt you love your son but it is a twisted conventional love. You only show him favor when he is doing your bidding and when he isn’t you are more than willing to dispose of him-”

“Insolent girl!” Talia threw a knife at you but you dodged it just in time.

“My name is Y/N,” you replied from your newfound ground. The rage had taken over and all you could see was red. The gun strapped to her thigh was your target.

Talia threw a few more daggers your way.

Each one of them missed and lodged into the wall behind you except the last. That one you caught in your hand and threw it back at her with a bit of laughter. She had tried to catch it just as you had but the speed was far greater than she had calculated.

She grunted in agony as the dagger impaled her hand, striking a nerve that made her unable to even feel the whole arm.

You laughed as you approached her with a smirk. Crimson red trails ran down her forearm fueling your blood lust. “Is this what you wanted?”

Talia’s brow furrowed in confusion as you removed your domino mask. She could see your eyes had literally become red.

“Taking a life is easy, there is nothing praiseworthy about that.”

When you got close enough Talia threw a few kicks your way and fended you off with her one good hand as she waited for the League to hear her and come to her rescue.

You were quick, only allowing her to land a few hits while you reached for the dagger again.

“Ah!” Talia screamed loudly when you tore it out.

This time you did not throw it. Instead, you held it at her throat. “Is this what you want for Damian?”

The League of Assassins entered throwing shuriken at you from all sides.

You let go of Talia and used the dagger to deflect the shuriken sending them off into multiple directions.

Talia used the opportunity to get away. Once she was safely out of your reach she used her non-dominant hand to reach for her gun. “Wha-” she nearly cursed when she found her holster empty.

Bang.

A satisfied smile appeared on your face when you saw the dark figure slump to the ground like a rag doll. You could literally hear the bullet break through their ribs before it hit his heart. This was your first lethal shot in years and it felt so good.

The rush of adrenaline, the ringing in your ears... you had to do it again.

Bang.

Click, click... “Empty,” you sighed disappointedly as you discarded the gun.

Talia was shocked to see you had killed everyone.

Her face spoke of horror which made you tilt your head in question. “Was this not what you wanted, what you expected for your son?" You smiled once more feeling light and airy after your first killing spree since leaving your mercenary life. “Surprised by the fact that your son actually chose an ex-merc as his girlfriend?” You laughed at the irony. “My name is Y/N Wilson, daughter of Slade Wilson.”

“Y/N!” Damian called out.

You turned towards the sound of his voice. “Dami,” you muttered as soon as you saw the horror on his face. Suddenly the red had left your eyes but not your hands. You could see Talia’s blood on your gloves and an overwhelming urge to wipe off a wet substance from your face- no doubt blood.

Damian looked around to see the many bodies, neither belonging to his mother.

The smell of iron filled your nostrils and welled your eyes with tears of regret.

He rushed over to catch you as you lost all the strength in your legs. The emotional turmoil was crashing down on you like the unforgiving waves of the ocean during a storm. “What did you do,” he rhetorically asked with a mix of anger and compassion for his beloved.

For a moment you silently clutched onto him. Finding your voice was difficult when you were surrounded by your wrongdoings. “I- I lost it,” you managed to say in a low trembling voice. “I wanted to but I couldn’t, I just couldn’t control myself.”

Damian wiped your tears unable to see you suffering like this.

But the more he did for you, the more tears would slip. Eventually, the mix of blood and tears were too much for him to clear. “I’m sorry.”

Damian swallowed the non-existant lump in his throat. He knew what you were going through, he had felt similar after his year of blood. All he could do was hold you in his arms and stroke your hair lovingly. For he knew, as soon as his father heard about this you would surely be taken from him.

Distracted and withdrawn Talia managed to come up behind you two. She pushed Damian away before driving your own katanas through your abdomen and chest. “You are weak,” were the last words she spoke to you before pulling them out.

You dropped to your knees with blank eyes. The impact had hurt but now you felt nothing. You fell to the side looking down at your wounds. All you could do was stare at the blood as it seeped out.

“NO!” Damian did not know what to do. He could see the life leaving your body as your skin turned pale and your eyes struggled to remain open. His hands went to your wounds but the blades had gone through and through. You were bleeding from the front and back.

“Damian, Y/N,” Batman finally arrived.

“You’re too late Beloved,” Talia threw your katanas aside. “For a moment I thought perhaps I had underestimated her. She managed to do this much only to let her guard down in the end. Our son can do better.”

While his father dealt with his mother Damian tended to you. He ripped his cape and tied bands of it around your torso applying pressure to both the front and back of the wounds. “Everything is going to be alright Y/N.”

You shook your head too drained to speak but wishing he would give up and leave you there. You couldn’t imagine facing him after what you did.

“It’s not your fault.”

How you wished you could believe that. A tear rolled down the side of your eyes before you completely blacked out.

+++

Three Months Later

“Y/N you have a visitor.”

You sat up on your bed as the guard opened your cell. Instantly your heart dropped when you saw Damian. He was dressed as Robin keeping his identity safe from the other inmates of Arkham Asylum.

Even with your private room he had to pass the cells of other villains like Harley and Ivy.

You turned away not wanting to see him. “I told you not to come here again.” Most of your memory from the when you encountered Talia was hazy. You recalled your initial attack of her and the moment she stabbed you with your own swords. The rest came in flashes. But, the moment you woke up to find yourself in Arkham you knew your life would never be the same again.

Damian nodded, “I know.” It was hard to see you dressed in the all-white uniform, your ankle chained to the bed. Your once long hair had been cut up to your shoulder to make it easier to manage.

“Then what are you doing here?” Your voice wavered a bit from the stern tone you wished to give off. When you turned to him your brow was furrowed but your eyes were too sad to truly scowl at him.

Although you rejected him since the day you regained consciousness Damian continued to return. He visited you every two weeks in between your treatments- like they allowed him. “Beloved please understand I did this for you.”

“For me?” You finally let your feet touch the cold floor. The sound of the metal chain banging against the bedpost echoed your small cell. “You locked me up in the very place I fear most.” Your chest rose and fell with every shaky breath you took. The doctors and scientists that overlooked you were far too familiar a sight. “I’m surrounded by the white coats again.”

Damian’s jaw clenched unable to refute your claims. In the past three months, he could see the fear growing inside you. His eyes went to your neck where a white ring began to beep. It was the collar that monitored your heart rate, aka your rage. “Beloved you have to calm down.”

“Don’t call me that!”

The beeping grew louder drawing the attention of a passing doctor. “Is everything okay here?”

“No, get him out!” you ordered.

The doctor went to look for a guard with the keys.

“Beloved this is for your own good.” Damian tried reasoning with you. He held you by the shoulders but you pushed him off.

“Leave,” you breathed out.

He shook his head, “I love you.”

Those three words triggered your tears. The strong facade you had been playing for the past three months broke down with you. “You shouldn’t,” you cried out.

Just as he was about to embrace you the guard came along with the doctor.

You wiped your tears away not wanting anyone else to see you like this. “Sorry,” you mouthed to him.

You wanted them to keep him away from you for good.

The only way to do that was to convince them he had to be kept away.

The beeping started back up as your heart raced. It was a completely inaccurate tool. It hardly was able to map your rage. The memories of being with Damian were all you needed to trigger it.

“No Y/N-”

The doctor pushed past Damian, “Sorry you have to leave the patient is becoming unstable.” He called for other doctors while Damian struggled against the guard.

As the small cell filled with white coats, your fear took over and you became hysterical. You fought them off not allowing them near you. “Leave me alone!”

Damian watched as they forced a needle into your neck that immediately stopped the beeping. You fell limp into one of the doctor's arms as they laid you back into the bed.

“Increase the dosage and bring her in for more tests. We must scan the brain again.”

The head doctor approached Damian with remorse. “I’m sorry Robin but the patient only reacts negatively when you come around. She’s usually pretty well behaved.” He has resigned to the fact that Robin was the cause for your issues. “I have to ask you to refrain from visiting until we run more tests.”

“Tt,” Damian turned away. He knew what you were doing and it was working. “She’s my girlfriend.”

“I understand but-”

“She was fine, there is nothing wrong with her.”

“If you believe that then why did you bring her here?”

He didn’t want to. His father made him. Now he could see it was a mistake listening to him. If he had kept you out of here you would be fine as long as he kept you away from his mother.

Damian didn’t respond. He looked to your cell where you were fast asleep and walked off.

“Boy wonder you really are just as cruel as the bat,” Ivy taunted him. “Sending your girlfriend to Arkham in chains...”

Damian ignored her and continued walking.

“Poor baby Y/N was let down by her birdie,” Harley chimed in. “If I were you I’d watch out for her Daddy.”

Damian stopped to look over at Harley.

“Oh, didn’t you know? Her Daddy knows what you did to her.”

-end-

A/N: Which did you like more: Father Knows Best or Mother Knows Best?

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dorotheajanegilmore · 5 years

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Closer to you - Chris Evans

CHAPTER THREE

I stood whisking egg whites at my kitchen counter alone. I returned from the store an hour ago and as me and my Mom pulled up in the drive, Chris saw us and ran over. He helped us carry in our groceries before he told us to have a nice day and disappeared. Just like that.

I understand that he has a girlfriend and she probably felt uncomfortable at the idea of her boyfriend and some girl baking together. I get it, I'd feel jealous and annoyed too. However, being the other girl I feel shitty. He could have at least said "hey sorry gotta cancel" or "rain check?" But nothing. He just ignored me.

I finished up making the lemon meringue just in time to bring out the blueberry pie. I slid the blueberry pie onto the counter and placed the meringue into the oven. The oven door wouldn't close so with a hand firmly gripping the edge of the freshly baked pie I leaned down to make sure there was nothing stopping the tin from going to the back of the shelf.

"Hey Al-"

"Agh!" I let out a frightened scream as I pulled the hot tray containing the steaming blueberry pie from the counter. I felt the pastry crumbly down my forehead before the crust landed in my lap and the scorching hot filling trickled down my forehead. I jumped to my feet and ran to the sink, I shook my head to get the hot pie off of me. The pie landed in the cold metal sink with a thud, the filing steaming as the hot air mixed with the cold air.

I ran the cold gap over my burning head until I heard girly laugher from behind me. I glanced to my side to see Chris with a wide eyed, concerned look upon his face. One of his hands was covering his mouth in shock as the other was entangled with the hand of a tall beautiful blonde. She had the darkest brown eyes, dirty brown medium length curls and tanned skin. She was wearing a stylish combo of ripped blue jeans, cute black buckled booties and a pretty blouse, topped of with a cropped black suede jacket. She must've been the girlfriend.

Chris' girlfriend stood in my kitchen laughing at me. Feeling completely embarrassed and belittled, I pulled my wet head from the sink and stepped around the pair, heading straight for the stairs.

After washing away my embarrassment, and the blueberries, I entered my childhood bedroom for the first time in two years. It was exactly the same. White hardwood floors that met light grey walls, a grey double bed in front of the window with yellow bedding and navy cushions. My grey desk and rug sat unused but dust free, work of Dad. Dad's hobby was hoovering and dusting while Mom's in work, apparently it's satisfying.

I pulled some comfortable clothes from my suitcase, knowing that anything in the closet wouldn't fit me. I took everything to New York in college and whatever was here was from two years ago and I was a little smaller two years ago (living in New York means eating more fast food than you should. Not only are you surrounded by twenty four hour takeouts but paying rent in NY often leaves me with like seven bucks).

I decided to have a nap and lay down in my bed. Yep, even if it was an old mattress it was way better than the one at my apartment. I let out a physical groan as my back sunk into the soft memory foam goodness.

I grabbed my phone from my side table and began scrolling through Instagram. My friends had posted their various family reunion pictures and so I liked and commented, until I got to Holly's. Not believing my eyes I zoomed in. In the corner of Holly's picture was Chris' girlfriend.

I quickly sent Holly a text catching her up on all of the days events and explaining the situation. Moments later my phone began to ring.

"Hey." I greeted.

"Are you serious? She laughed at you? Bitch. I'm about to tear her hair out." Holly sounded out of breath as she threatened through the phone.

"Woah, calm down. What's wrong?" I asked concerned.

Another sigh and swallowed came from the speaker before she composed herself. "I saw your text and legged it outside to call you. Listen, Sofia is usually lovely so I can't understand why she laughed at you but she's here with Chris and if you need me to subtly cyanide her I will."

"I appreciate it but no. I have no problem with her apart from the whole laughing thing. Besides where would you even get that?"

"Cyanide? Oh Alessia, I have contacts." Holly chuckled but I wasn't sure if she was actually serious.

"Right..." I paused before shaking my head. "Anyways, how's the family reunion going?"

"Oh it's fantastic, my parents are getting a divorce." She said casually.

"What?" I launched forward in my bed in absolute shock.

"Or is it a puppy? Yeah, no. They're getting a doggo, not a divorce." She corrected herself and I felt my eyes close.

"You're drunk aren't you?" I asked while nodding to myself.

"Little bit, yeah." She said and I could practically feel her nodding through the phone. "I couldn't survive being around all of these people for an entire night without some Dutch courage. Making my drinks Irish. Being hammered! I hate everyone Lessia, I can't stand'em!"

I laughed to myself as she passionately slaughtered her family with her words. I heard some rustling noises before a male voice came through the speaker.

"Hey Alessia? It's Penn. Holly's drunk and I'm going to take her home, want me to get her to call you when she's sober?" Holly's boyfriend Penn said politely as Holly protested in the background.

"Sure, yeah that's be great. Thank you and good luck."

"Thanks, imma need it. Oh and by the way, Sofia's my cousin. She's a bitch."

I giggled at Penn's response. "Goodnight."

"Night."

I let my phone drop to onto the pillow beside me and let my hands rise to my face. My palms slide up my cheeks until they came together, blocking the light and world out. I sighed into my hands as my phone buzzed.

It was probably Teegan and Chloe in the group chat, but just in case I picked up my phone. The locked screen lit up to show an Instagram notification blocking my beautiful background picture (It was my cat, Agent Miggs).

Instagram.

CEvan has followed you.

I rolled my eyes and locked the sceen before hearing yet another notification come through. Lifting the phone with curiosity I braved myself for the worst.

Instagram.

Private Message from CEvans:

Hey, I'm really sorry about today.

I let out a sigh of relief expecting that Sofia had followed me and I really didn't want to have to block her and cause tension between us all.

I clicked on the message and used my thumb print to unlock the phone and take me to what Chris wanted to say to me. The full message read:

@CEvans: Hey, I'm really sorry about today. When I told my girlfriend I'd be baking with you she flipped. Can't say that I blame her. I'm sorry if I upset you by not showing up and not handling the situation as I should have, I feel terrible about it. I should also apologise about Sofia laughing at you, it was uncalled for and nasty. I'm sorry to say you probably won't get an apology from her but you will from me. Note to self, when Lucy asks us to babysit Joe we'll do it at my Mom's house to avoid future awkwardness. Again I'm really sorry.

I took a deep breath after reading Chris' novel and began drafting chapter two, my response.

@AlessiaPerri

No worries. Please don't feel bad, it wasn't your fault, I didn't expect anyone to be there. If anything Lucy should have warned me that you'd be coming over. Thank you for being so kind.

I decided that I'd let that be my last interaction with Chris, not to cause anymore problems.

Previously (chapter two)

Next (chapter four)

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spiderboy-needs-a-break · 5 years

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Memories to ashes - Winchesters x sister!reader

A/N- so this is my first spn fic! Sorry if it seems out of character

Summary- this salt and burn isn’t going to be as easy as first anticipated. Mistakes are easy to make

Warnings- kinda angsty? Dead parents

Masterlist

•

‘Earth to y/n!’

You snapped back to reality. Attention brought to Dean who leaned on the rickety motel table plastered with research. The indents on your face from where you fell asleep on your keyboard stood out as you rubbed your dry eyes.

‘Jeez y/n have you had a break since we left?’ Sam asked concerned as he sat a takeaway coffee cup down beside you.

‘Well yeah I guess, you just woke me up from it,’ you said letting out a halfhearted laugh.

The Winchester boys and you had rocked into town almost two days ago to look into a string of suspicious deaths. All the victims were found with bleeding fingertips and supposed heart-attack’s. But other than that nothing connected them.

‘This case is just a bunch of dead ends. There’s no constant variables regarding how the victims were chosen, no traces of sulphur, no blood loss besides a few drops-‘

‘Well sammy and I just paid Ms Freeman another visit and discovered that her son Johnathon started taking guitar lessons no less than a week ago.’ Dean proclaimed as he loosened his tie.

‘And this is a lead how?’

‘We took another stop by each house and every other victim also took guitar lessons-‘

‘The same teacher?’ You interrupted Sam.

‘No all different! But they all went to the same music centre and get this none of them owned their own guitar. Meaning the all used one from the centre.’ Sam stated proudly.

‘So a spirit is attached to a guitar. But we have no way of knowing which.’ Dean said reluctantly as he opened a beer.

‘Which means they’re all gonna need to burn if we want to stop all of this towns music prodigies from flat lining.’ You sighed drawing the conclusion.

Contrary to popular belief you weren’t actually a Winchester, well not by blood anyhow. You’d had a normal childhood with your true family until a demon your grandfather had wronged finally caught up with you. Both of your parents had been brutally murdered and you were damn near next but the Winchester’s intervened and sent it packing.

You were fourteen at the time and had no relatives left. It was decided best that you stayed with Sam and Dean incase the demon crawled back to finish what he started and you were with them ever since. You didn’t manage to take much of your old life with you but you always carried your fathers fender.

He had taught you to play when you were ten. You often didn’t go a few days without picking it up for a song. Though you would always wait for the boys to head out to the bar as you didn’t want them teasing you.

•

You off loaded each guitar out of baby and into the bonfire you had set up just out of town. The flames danced high into the sky as you and Dean layered on the salt and gasoline.

Suddenly a greying figure pushed you backwards into the gravel. Apparently the spirit wasn’t going down without a fight.

Sam threw you a gun loaded with rock salt and you covered Dean while he kept the fire going. But it soon reappeared only to burst quickly into flames itself.

•

Upon arriving back at the motel a sudden wave of dread hit you. When did I last see my guitar?

Dean was first to unlock the door but you pushed past. Once in the room you looked everywhere, panicked, but your fear was true.

‘Woah y/n/n, you alight?’ Dean asked taking note of your frantic behaviour.

You waited to reply.

‘Dean, I didn’t take my fender out of the trunk did I?’ You felt the tears start to form in your eyes.

‘Shit y/n’ Dean connected the dots. ‘ I’m so sorry.’

‘Hey, don’t cry y/n we can find you a new guitar. I mean it might not be just as good but they’re all the same right?’ Sam perched on the end of the bed beside you.

‘No you don’t get it Sam. It was my dads guitar. It’s the last thing I really have left of him.’ You let out between sniffs. You didn’t often cry in front of your brothers because you didn’t like them thinking you were weak but the flood gates were down.

‘I’m just going to sleep.’ You stood up shaking off Sam as he attempted to hug you.

•

You came back from your walk to find the Winchester brothers just waking up.

‘Hey y/n/n how you feeling.’ Dean asked treading on egg shells.

‘Listen, I’m sorry if I was snappy last night I was just a bit tore up.’ You admitted.

‘I had a walk about and I realised no guitar could change how much I love and miss my parents. It’s my own fault for being so careless if I’d taken it inside this wouldn’t have happened.’ Your eyes fell to the scruffy carpet.

‘Don’t blame yourself y/n mistakes are easy to make.’ Dean pulled you in for a hug. ‘Hell, don’t me and Sam know it.’ He laughed.

‘Hey!’ Sam jokingly protested.

Because making a few too many mistakes comes with being a Winchester.

•

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lowkey-lokis-bitch · 6 years

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Yay! How about a peter x Lang!reader where after the whole ghost thing, Scott decides to move to the Avengers tower and the reader and Peter just hit it off 😊 thank you so much !

like the AT-ATs? - peter parker

pairing - peter parker x lang!reader

word count - 1358

warnings - none! :)

a/n - I hope you like this! i kinda want to do a part 2 to this to expand to the characters, so i might do! let me know if you would like one!

Every parent had the stereotypical ‘#1 dad’ mug, but it could only be true for one person. And you knew it was your dad.

Scott Lang was very much a child himself, at least mentally. There was nothing he enjoyed more than spending a Saturday morning on the couch, eating Lucky Charms by the bucket and watching cartoons with you and Cassie. You were referred to as “his favourite girls” constantly, and although you had heard it for years, it still made you smile to this day. You were older than Cassie, but the difference in age had no effect on your relationship. You were best friends, and you couldn’t have wished for a better family.

Due to having been on house arrest you hadn’t seen much of your father recently, so when he was able to leave the house and he told you of his first action it shocked you. As soon as he was able to leave his own house, he was moving. To the Avengers tower. And you could go with him.

“Wait, what? They said that?” your jaw had hit the floor at the news. You had been aware of ‘Ant-Man’ all along, so you had kept informed about everyone else, especially after Germany. Now you could be living with them, learning from them.

“Yep,” Scott smiled, shoving his clothes into a box. “Said they’d be happy to have you. Also, it means you would be able to go to that school, Midtown?”

“Are you serious? Do you know how good that school is? This is crazy!” you sat on your dad’s bed, wrapping your legs underneath you.

“I’m going tomorrow, they’re sending vans for my stuff. And yours?” your dad looked across at you, squinting his eyes in anticipation.

“Yes. Definitely,” you almost squealed, excitement bubbling in your chest. “What about Cassie?”

“She’s too young to be around all of the sciency stuff, so she’ll stay with your mom. But she can come visit, obviously.”

“Oh, okay. Well, I guess I’d better get packing,” you jumped up, giving your dad a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving to return home.

“Early tomorrow! Like, 8am want to kill everyone early!” Scott called after you, laughing as he heard the door slam shut.

You were stood outside your father’s house at 8am sharp. You had brought over boxes and bags full of everything you owned - you figured space wouldn’t be a problem at the tower. Looking up at your childhood home, a wave of nostalgia washed over you. Memories flooded back of messing around with Cassie, building forts with your dad and watching Scott and Luis working whilst also having no idea what they were doing.

A smile crossed your face as you were lost in thought, not noticing you father walking up to you. He placed a hand on your shoulder, smiling towards you as you came out of your trance.

“Some good memories, huh,” he looked towards the house before looking back at you. “They’ve finished packing everything up, we’re ready to go.”

“Let’s go.”

Approaching the Avengers tower felt like you were entering a new world. It stretched up and up, the logo shining in the sunlight. You felt like the human embodiment of the heart eyes emoji. Beside you, your dad was having the exact same reaction.

“Welcome to our humble abode,” a familiar voice with a sarcastic tone grew louder alongside footsteps. You turned slowly to see Tony Stark standing in front of you.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, your eyes wide. “Hi, I’m (Y/N). It’s such an honour to meet you!” You reached out your hand to shake his. In response, he held his hand out for a fist bump, which you gave quickly.

“Part of the family now, kid,” he smiled, walking towards the front door. “Scott. Nice to see you.”

“Hey,” your dad replied, grimacing at the memories of Germany. “How’re you doing?”

“Made some upgrades to the suit. Your old tricks aren’t gonna work on me any more,” Tony turned to give your dad a sarcastic smile. You looked between the pair, the awkward silence making you want to scream.

“So, who’s here at the moment?” you asked, famous faces running through your head.

“Most people have been MIA since Germany, so it’s normally just Rhodey and me. Oh, and the kid, Peter.”

“Peter?” you asked, the name unfamiliar.

“The spider-kid?” Scott remembered.

“Yep,” Tony replied. “He’s at school but drops in pretty often. I’m working on his suit just now.”

“I would love to take a look,” you started, your mind roaming with ideas of the improved suit. “I mean, if that’s okay. I’m a big fan.”“I’ll take you up on that later,” Tony smiled at you, entering the tower and leading you towards the elevator. “Sixth floor’s all yours. Feel free to explore, take these, they’ll let you in pretty much anywhere. My people will bring up all of your stuff, and I’ll see you later.” Tony tossed you badges with your names on and gave you a quick nod before walking off.

You turned to face your dad, a huge smile on your face, “Wow.”

“Wow indeed,” he span in a circle, taking in his surroundings. “Split up and reconvene in a few hours?”“Plan,” you smiled, placing your badge in your pocket and turning to wander down a corridor.

The laboratory was greater than you could ever have imagined. It was covered wall to wall in holograms, screens and experiments. You pressed your badge to the door panel and it buzzed, the door unlocking and opening. You stepped inside, sucking in a breath before allowing your eyes to behold the magnificent room. You wandered through the space, running your finger along a surface when another hologram popped up.

You took a step back, looking at the design that appeared before you. It showed a suit, reminiscent of one you were familiar with.

“Spiderman,” you whispered, reaching out to figure out how to interact with the hologram. You whipped your hand to the side which spun the design around. As it turned, you noticed that the suit was significantly more advanced than you were used to seeing. It had a more metallic look, and it shimmered as it turned. “Woah.”

You found yourself entranced by the suit, no longer aware of your surroundings. You circled the table, looking at the papers scattered across the table. There were designs, equations, things you couldn’t begin to comprehend. You had always been interested in science and things like these brought out the science nerd that you had often tried to conceal.

“Mr Stark?” the door opened and a young man walked through, throwing his backpack on the floor. He took a few steps into the room before realising you were there, stopping when he saw you. “Oh, hi.”

You looked up at him, smiling slightly, “Hi. I’m (Y/N).”

“Oh, Scott’s kid? Cool, hi.”“What’s your name?”“Sorry, I’m Peter!” he smiled, holding a hand out to you. You shook it and stepped back.

“So, you’re Spiderman?” you asked, looking across at the suit displayed in front of you. “This is quite a suit, looks like it’s had a fair few upgrades.”“Yeah, Mr Stark’s been working pretty hard on it. Do you know where he is?”

“I haven’t seen him since I arrived, sorry.”

“It’s not a problem. I can show you the actual suit, if you’d like?” Peter looked up at you, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“That would be incredible, thank you,” you smiled, following his lead.

Walking down the corridor, you couldn’t help the sneaking suspicion that this was the start of something wonderful.

*BONUS*

“So, Peter huh?” Scott threw himself down on the sofa next to you.

“What?” you looked up from your phone, not paying attention to your surroundings.

“Y’know, he fully took me down in Germany.”

“How?”

“Well, I was big and-”“Oh my god, was it like the AT-ATs in Empire Strikes Back?” you looked up, your eyes glistening at the thought.

“Okay, y’know what? You can go with him, I don’t know you anymore.”

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sithlordintraining · 7 years

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Knight of the Night (Modern Superhero/Vigilante Au!Matt)

A/N: Let's talk about how lazy I am; I scrolled through all my post just so I didn’t have to type out the title. Anyways I’m thinking about coming up with a title for each part like comics, so bear with me, they’re going to be hella corny.

Summary: Matt Organa-Solo, a 21-year old psychology student at Academia: University of First Order. He was the only child of Senator Leia Organa-Solo and Retired Chief of Police Han Organa-Solo. It was a problematic community, but not as terrible as some other towns and colleges. But somehow, he always found himself always somehow saving one someone, literally. After a crazy night, will Matt dare venture to become the hero this place needs?

Vol. #1- Who the fuck is Kylo Ren?

Vol. #2- His Mary Jane, Lois Lane

It was a new dawn, it was a new day, and Matt had a new mindset. If he was to become this man “Kylo Ren”, he would have to change himself. Not only physically, but mentally. Matt knew he would have to heavily rely on his comics that he memorized like the back of his hands. He would have to religious follow his heroes and their confidentiality. “Uh, hey Hux.” Matt scratched his head, as he looked around. “I’m not going to be at the dorm for the weekend. My mom’s in town. So, yeah, have fun.” He ended the call and shakily walked up to the gate. He hadn’t been here in almost two years. Not much has changed. He walked along the gates until he started to see where the thick stone wall met the greenery. With a firm grip, Matt began to hoist himself over the wall into the yard of his childhood home landing ungracefully in the tall grass. Stalking his way over to the front door, he began pulling out his key. He looked down at the key. It was the last thing his mother ever gave to him before the divorce finalized. It hurt so much to watch his mother, with an aching-heart. It was the last time he’s seen her.

Unlocking the door, he made his way into the dusty foyer. He walked around the mini-mansion, collecting memories of the past. Both good and bad. As he descended down from the second story, Matt made his way to the den. His long pale fingers brushed against the thick spines of the dust covered books. He halted when one of the books protruded out. Bending at the height of the book, his curious brown eyes examined it. Gripping the spine he roughly pulled at the cemented book. With a ghostly groan the bookcase opened to reveal a secret passageway. He toggled with the switch; he remembered all the times they would all sneak out this passage so many times. He barely ever remembered using the front door. Always this back entrance. For a brief moment, he reminisced of the wild stories his mother and father would tell him to get him to go through the, then “scary long basement.” He chuckled at the thought of his young self. Sighing as he turned on the flashlight on his phone, he walked along the gritty pathway. He was pleased to find that the it was less than a five minute walk to the exit. With a lot of force Matt began to push at the tightly sealed door. His pale hands strained, veins popping and fingertips red until he finally broke loose feeling the wind run through his blond curls. Examining his surroundings, he recognized that he was just a little bit off the perimeter of the town. Nodding his head to no one in particular, he agreed that this would be the perfect place for his new identity. Sometimes being the son of a wealthy Senator and former Chief of Police did pay off in the long run.

The weekend was over and walked across the grassy knoll on-campus. “MATT!” He turned at the call on his name. Squinting through his glasses he was able to make out the tall, upright Ginger in his signature monotonous color range of black, white, and gray. Matt began to move his way over to his roommate. “Hey Hux, what’s going on?” Matt’s head moved around to the fact that all the students were filing out of the Gloria M. Steinem building. “I-I don’t know.” Hux stuttered out. He pushed up the sleeve to his light gray cable knit sweater, running his mildly shaky hands through his illuminated red hair. No one else would notice, but it was one of the things his father taught him about reading body languages. “You okay?” Matt stepped closer to his friend. “What are you doing here?” A voice interrupted the two men. Hux immediately turned to the person with wide yet calming eyes. Of course, this was why he was so nervous, Phasma had class in the building. “Hey Phasma, everything alright?” Matt asked.

“I-I don’t know. We were in the building and soon was told to evacuate.” She answered. “Evacuate! Christ, for what?” Hux thick accent carried out. She fixed the metallic strap on her tote before rolling her eyes and him. “I just said I don’t know Hux!” She turned to watch more of the students rush out. Her blue eyes shifted back and forth through the sea of faces. Hux's lips fell in a straight line, crossing his arms. Hux was clearly upset that Phasma didn’t want to take in consideration of his ‘feelings’ or whatever he was trying to do. Matt chuckled as he bent down to tie his shoe. Hux's eyes cast down the folded man on the ground. Hux then looked over to Phasma who was now tiptoeing and waving; her color-block pink and red t-shirt dress lifted a little exposing too much for Hux. Quickly Hux went to pull the dress down, only to receive a swat and scolding words from Phasma. Matt chuckled returning his focus on his dirty Converse laces. Soon, he heard a new voice, a few exchanges in conversation, and a laugh.

“And this is my roommate Matt.” Hux poked the top of his head through the blond locks. Matt looked up, scrunching his face to push his glasses back up; his eyes fell on the exposed skin between the young woman’s jeans and striped top. His plump lips parted slightly as he looked at the soft skin. It is so smooth, he thought, plushy and kissable. An immediate blush covered his face as the thought over covering the area in fervent kisses entered his mind, he looked down only to lose balance on his footing. “Woah, are you okay?” A hand glimmered in the sunlight as Matt shakily engulfed hers. A small strained slipped through her lips as Matt began to rise to his full height, his stature easily towering over her. “Hi, I’m Matt.” Hux stifled a laugh at his awkwardness. “Hi, I’m Y/N.” Her voice was as cheery as her smile. A pink tint crept up from his neck all the way up to his rather large ears. Thankfully, Y/N didn’t notice as Phasma began to converse with her.

“Man, I’m so glad you made it out,” Phasma asked, biting her hangnail. It was a habit of hers that she did when she was scared. “Do you girls know what happened?” Hux asked. Both shook their head no. “I was in the bathroom when they began evacuating. They said it was something with the computer lab in the basement, one of the computer's short-circuited and all the computers began overheating.” Y/N responded. “Well, that does explain the smell.” Phasma shook her head in agreement as her thumb still remained close to her lips. “Well, all of this must’ve worked up an appetite for you guys. How about lunch? Our treat.” Hux slender cold fingers gripped Matt’s shoulder causing him to jump out of his trance. Matt had just been staring at the poor girl as she accidentally ignored him. Before the girls could object to the offer, Y/N stomach began to grumble. “She can always eat.” Phasma laughed teasingly at her roommate.

The walk to the campus’ dining hall was just a little bit over five minutes. Phasma and Y/N walked closely talking about whatever incident happened in their dormitory the night before, as Hux tried to pull Matt of his creepiness. “Staring doesn’t help.” Hux nudged the man next to him. The blush on Matt’s face was still very much there as he turned to look at Hux. “I-I’m not, I’m walking.” Matt quipped. Hux let out a scoff before he ran to hold the door out for the girls. “Ladies.” He sent Phasma a small smirk, only to be reciprocated with a gentle pat from her hand on his pale cheek. Matt couldn’t help but stifle a laugh before receiving a scowl from Hux. “I’d like to see you do better.” Hux closed the door, but Matt’s large hand caught it before it slammed his hand in the door.

The dining hall was set up 50’s style and even had waitresses. As much as the tuition was, it made sense to go all out. Phasma slid in the booth, quickly followed by a sly redhead who gently pushed her roommate out the way. By the time Matt made his way to the table. Phasma’s eyes already on the menu, while Hux slinky arm dangled from her shoulder and he wore that ridiculous diabolical toothy smile that only appeared when he got his revenge, aka his way. He rolled eyes only for it to fall onto the only available spot, which was next to her. She was nestled closely into the corner of the booth engrossed on what to order. He slides into the booth gently, not to disturb her. He slowly grabbed the lonely menu on the drying table and hide behind the extremely large menu.

“So Y/N, this is your first year here, correct?” Hux spoke up and from the tone of his voice, you could feel his lips purse up. “Yeah, first year. But, I’m a junior.” She replied. “Oh okay, I was going to say, how’d you and Phasma end up dorming.” Matt couldn’t help his ears turning a darker shade of pink then they already were at the sound of your melodic laugh. “Yeah, I mean even though I know her, if I was younger they wouldn’t let me dorm with her.” “Oh, how’d you guys meet?” Hux perked up and so did Matt. Appearance wise, they just didn’t look like they would be friends, better yet talk. Nothing was wrong with Phasma nor Y/N, but Phasma was very sharp and polished and snarky; Y/N just seemed like a bright sunflower. Her hair was big and curly and from what she was wearing she didn’t have a color coded uniform like Hux or Phasma’s that consisted of reds, pinks, blacks, and silvers. Y/N wore a yellow and brown striped tank top that was tied in the front, destroyed jeans the softly held onto her hips and had slightly cleaner white converses than the ones he was wearing right now.

“Uh, well,” Y/N paused before looking at Phasma. “Do you want to tell?” Phasma shook her head and urged Y/N to continue. “Well, I attended RCC and Phasma had a mutual friend and we just kind of hit it off from there.” She smiled and turned back to face the menu. Meanwhile, Matt stayed hidden behind the menu as Hux face molded into confusion. “Wait, you went to RCC? How are you here? And why were you at RCC?” “Hux.” Phasma sat up straighter with her stern whisper. “Babe, I just want to know, you have to complete a full four years before-” Matt saw Y/N’s had slid into her lap interlocking her fingers and squeezing. She was trying to calm herself down. “Well, if you must know, I’m here on scholarship. I had one of the highest GPA's overall and I also won the nationwide debate competition.” She said rather politely. Hux's mouth fell slightly agape.

“Wait, that was you?” He pointed, his other arm unwrapped his arm from Phasma. “I just, wow, I didn’t even recognize you. You were amazing in Nevada! I mean you literally crushed Al Forrester. You made him cry, it was amazing! And I used to play football with him and watch him throw a tantrum, but you destroyed him.” Hux’s accent became thicker and his expression of joy for a rather boring subject seem to catch everyone off guard. Matt removed himself from the menu with thick brown brows furrowed. “You played football?” He asked horrified. “Football, soccer, whatever you yanks call it. Wow.” He turned his happy-but-scary expression back to the girl. “Well, the reason why he’s fangirling over her is that he’s the President of UFO’s debate team and we always win.” Phasma grinned proudly as she raked her chrome nails through his straight red hair. “Except last year.” Matt interrupted. “Last year, Bobby got us all sick and we had to forfeit.” Hux kicked Matt under the table.

With his agile reflexes, Matt’s knee jumped up hitting the table knocking over the glass of water that stood between him and Y/N. “Oh, shit I’m sorry.” His long limbs fumbled over her to reach for the napkins at her end of the table. He began patting her legs and the exposed skin from the rips in her jeans. She sucked in a breath as her eyes widened at this embarrassing situation. “Matt! Matt!” Everyone called out. “Matt!” Her fingers gently wrapped around his large wrist and gave them a little squeeze, urging him to stop. “Matt, I’m dry.” She said. He finally bought his brown eyes up to her shining ones. He gulped as another blush covered his skin, he was well aware that she was touching him. And was she moving closer? “Matt,” Her glossed covered lips were just a few inches from his cheeks. He refused to shudder at her breath hitting his cheek. “It spilled on you.” When she came back into his focus, she sent him an apologetic look and he looked down horrified as a dark stain set into his khaki pants. And right on his crotch, great.

P.S: Next part most definitely would be a corny shopping montage. But, if you read this, I’m thinking about taking a break from some of the works, like I did with SNA and pick them up when Chapter Two is done. So one of them is obviously is SNA, but I haven't decided if I want to save Sugar and KoTN for later and continue with SNA and Aquarius, but your opinion is welcomed <3

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Project Nebula 1

The hallways were empty. Quiet. Or that's how I imagined. I hardly remember. I sat in the teachers' lounge, coffee mug in my hand, and about hundreds of student journalists surrounding me. How did I end up here?

An exhausting Wednesday afternoon, I walked into my Literature class, eyes locked on the tiles below my feet. I felt isolated from my surroundings. Where was I going? Opening the door, another student shoved me out the way. Hands in his pockets, hair perfectly groomed and out of his face. A smirk crossed his face.

"He popped him!" he exclaimed, "He looked like a goddamn rat!"

"Woah, what?" one of his minions gasped. Soon, everyone crowded his desk to hear this true story. But I didn't believe him. Not an over sensationalized situation only he saw. He propped his feet up on the desk, leaning back in his chair while students caressed his gorgeous hair and hovering over his $800 phone.

And there I was, hunched over, hair in my face, pupils getting smaller every time a student asked who is that? What's their last name? I knew it wasn't real. And Helix knew it, too. The bell rung, and I was the first to leave the room. Speeding down the mathematics hallway, I slowed down once I crossed the mens' restroom. Curious, I opened the door. Nothing but the flickering of the cheap lights. Tangled in my head was the question did that actually happen? Fights happen on the regular at my school. Right as I touched the door handle to exit, I heard muffled gargling from the biggest stall, with a sink and toilet. I quietly stalked pass the mirrors and the other stalls. White and black sneakers peaked from under the door. I knocked on the door. Nothing but a moan. I crawled under the door, holding my breath just in case he was actually just tying his shoes or something.

His oily black hair and pale skin sent a shock to my gut. His shirt pulled over his face make my heart burst. Thick, dark blood drenched everything. That killed me.

"No. . . this isn't real. . ." I pried his eyelid open with my fingers, "Can you hear me?"

"Why didn't you stop him?" the boy labored. His eyes closed and skin felt cold. Like an hand stitched ragdoll, he fell over, head colliding with the tiles. Blood stained my hands. Suddenly, my eyes opened. I was awake. Still in the same spot next to the boy. Still a mess. Somehow, the colors and lights around me, I noticed. My own body, I could move. I felt it was mine. These hands are mine, I thought.

Routy football players stormed into the bathroom like a herd of giant buffalo. I washed my hands in the sink already in the stall,and slipped through them like an ant traveling through grass. The question and my brain marry. The question was a perfect description of everything prior: why didn't I stop—anything?

That same night, I laid on my couch, scrolling through articles and excerpts. Anything with the word "murder" in the title. Nothing about a teenager or a high school. I heard a light knock at the door. Blood drained from my face. A knock at my door who isn't a relative or delivery guy? I opened it. It was Xander. Assistant student body president. His eyes pierced my own. He held a poster rolled up and tied with several bands.

"Peirson, the staff—"

"Peirson? I'm Castor!" I corrected him.

"You look nothing like Castor," Xander reubuttled, "Castor doesn't talk."

He invited himself inside and plopped on the couch. He unraveled the poster, which was an advertisement for the election of student body president. Peirson's name was on it. Peirson Ralston. I sat next to Xander, hunched and hands in fists. Legs crossed and licking my lips, constantly. Like a little girl meeting the lead of a boy band.

Wanting to stroke my ego, I asked, "What do you think about Castor?"

"Never saw his face; it was kind of a hazy childhood memory," he joked, "But I liked him okay."

Everything turned quiet. The trees outside were stagnant. All I could hear was my concerning heavy breathing pattern. I took off my jacket and tossed it on the floor. I observed the poster, trying to spark a conversation from that, but I feel as if he didn't come for the poster. Or me. For Peirson. I sunk into the seat. I picked up my phone, pretending to text friends I didn't even have. Xander jumped up and trudged into my kitchen. He opened my fridge and popped open a bottle of black coffee without looking for half a second. Wanted the snacks, he opened the snack cabinet. A cup, he opened my dishwasher. Not once did he mix up my pots and pans cabinet for seasoning. My eyes were fixated on his. Absolutely stoic. He set his glasses on top the microwave and toyed around with my silverware.

"Why do you have so many scars on your arm?" he asked, pouring the rest of the black coffee into the sink of already clean dishes.

"Um, I—"

"Did someone try to hurt you?"

"I'm not sure."

"I hope not; you're the best president we've ever had."

"Okay..."

I couldn't keep my legs from jumping like an epileptic rabbit. Being in the corner of the classroom with ancient, flickering lights made it easier to mess around. My shirt was soaked in nervous sweat. My hair was as oily as the dead boy in the stall. Weird comparison to say in front another person. I wouldn't even want to say that aloud to myself. I wondered if he was still in the stall. My stomach churned so violently, I couldn't even shower with myself, sleep with myself, or brush my own hair.

During a discussion about criminal justice, I got out of my chair and slipped through the desks. Mrs. Muller didn't even bat an eye. Once I tiptoed out the classroom, I darted to the restroom. I smelled a strong, Spring cologne ahead. And the clanking of expensive chains. Helix. I sped around the corner, but I kept my distance.

"Peirson?" he groaned, and prepared his fist to punch me. Blood boiled under his skin and he shuffled around, grinding his teeth as he spoke, "You lookin' for a another boy toy to mess with?"

"Where's Castor?" I implored, stepping closer.

"I-I don't—," Helix took a deep, hesitant breath, "He's in my car..."

Quietly, he reached into his jean pocket to take out an excessively decorated ring of keys. His back faced me. He pulled on his hair with one hand and clutching the other. I knew he was building up his fear until I left so he could spill it all out in private. Cry to himself. Although, I felt he deserved to feel bad about himself. As silently as possible, I tiptoed out the school through the backdoor. I avoided every janitor and staff that could report me to the office or give me a detention. Helix's car was park directly in front of a garage door where external services would deliver and stock supplies. I unlocked all the doors with the small remote. Every creak of a door made me tremble. Even if there wasn't a body in there, I can't excuse myself if I'm under eighteen. But Helix could.

He was right: Castor was in there. Laying on the cold carpet floor. I crawled into the backseat and shut the door. I wish cars came with curtains. I pulled the body onto the seat, his head drooping like a wet leaf. His skin was warm. I guess Helix had his heater on for a while. His hair was washed and trimmed. He sported a red lettermen Letterman jacket and dark, black jeans. The fact he treated him like a human mannequin sent scenes of mutilated corpses from horror films spiraling in my brain.

"I hated looking at myself in the mirror," I disclose (I'm not sure admitting to a dead person is disclosing anything), "But you look better than how I remember. I look better, I mean."

I imagined him saying, "You were always good-looking."

"Thanks."

"Prez!"

I turned to stone. Every nerve bursted into a trembling mess. . . I stuffed half of him under the passenger seat and covered the rest with my jacket. However, I was still blistering like lava ran through my veins. I turned to look out the window. Two roles of the student body, one girl and one male, scowled through the glass. They both wore thin black sweater vest and matching dress shirt and pants.

"Peirson, it's 9:50!" the girl scolded and pushed up her glasses, who I recognized as the treasurer, Harper.

"Oh, yeah, the meeting and the paperwork...?" I stuttered.

"Check the schedule and prepare accordingly next time."

"Wha—"

"This is the uniform the cheer team wanted you to wear."

She reached into her backpack, and pulled out a uniform resembling theirs. I rolled down the window, and she tossed it through. As she walked away, the male student came up to the window. His face was more relaxed the hers. He had the same strawberry blond hair as Harper, and the same glasses. I believed they were twins, but they had very non similar surnames on their nametags. His read Indigo Lynch. He gave me a seductive smile, although I don't believe he wanted to insinuate anything.

"Don't let her walk all over you; I got that covered," Indigo remarked. His voice sounded as he was just turning fourteen, still trying to adjust to his new, mature physicality. His skin was also just as tender.

"Open the door," he placed his hand on the door handle. My brain was slowly polluted with really weird scenarios of what could happen. It's seemed like everyone I met after I discovered the dead body had a strange aura. As if I could literally hear what they were thinking, or at least the gestures they were going to make. I unlocked the door. Kneeling right next to me in the backseat, he rest his hand on my mine.

In a soft whisper, he promised, "You and I are going to get your old body back!"

I kept blinking and counting my fingers just to remind myself that this was reality. He wouldn't stop staring me in the eyes until I gave him a response. He smile slowly faded.

"I— I just want to know how I got in this body," I stuttered, "I just want an answer."

"Don't worry; meet me at Clock Park, tomorrow so we can talk about this in private."

"What's wrong with our houses?"

"I don't want my parents to hear."

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