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do you think you'll kill for me one day?

PAIRINGS: Mafia!Bill x Female reader

CONTENT: Smut, angst

SYNOPSIS: You realize that Bill is capable of do anything for you.

WARNINGS: dom!bill, sub!reader, kidnapping, mention of blood and guns, unprotected sex, p in v, kissing, fingering(f receiving)

You knew he was dangerous since the first time you saw him, you might not have been sure, but deep down you knew. He had this air of mystery that made you want to watch him and find out what he was hiding.

He was also very handsome and charming. Which made you more curious, since it was strange for someone as young and handsome as him to always be drinking alone.

He would show up at least three times a week and at first he barely spoke to you, just placing his order and drinking in silence. He was always accompanied by at least two security guards and sometimes he seemed very irritated.

It was on one of those irritated days that he started the conversation with you for the first time. He didn't seem to genuinely care about your opinion or want some advice, he seemed more like he was looking for trouble, someone he could take out his anger on.

You could see it in the way he looked at you. Brown eyes shining with challenge, as if he wanted you to say something wrong. And as intimidating as he was, for some reason, you weren't afraid of him.

You have no idea what you said that day to get his attention. But for some reason, Bill - who you now knew the name of - was completely enchanted by you.

As the weeks went by, you understood that he wasn't the type to impose a situation even if he had the power to do so. No, he wanted to win you over. Always telling you everything he would do for you, everything he could give you.

He was always very charming. He spoke looking deeply into your eyes as if he wanted to discover all your secrets and always found a way to put his hands on yours when you handed him a drink.

Bill brought you many gifts, most often jewelry. Jewelry that you could never buy with your bartending salary. You kindly refused all gifts and advances. You're sure that most people would call you stupid, but in your mind it wouldn't make sense to accept gifts from someone you don't want to have relationship with.

The truth is, you didn't know anything about Bill other than his drinking tastes, his wealth, and how dangerous he appears to be. He never opened up to you and you never asked even though you were curious.

Bill on the other hand always seemed more enchanted every time you turned him down, as if you were a puzzle he hadn't figured out how to solve yet. You couldn't figure out if having all this attention was a good thing or not.

And that's how you ended up tied to a chair, blindfolded and a gag covering your mouth. You had no idea how much time had passed since you woke up. You tried to scape for a while but all you managed to do was get tired and hurt yourself. The ropes burned your skin every time you moved too much.

Screaming wasn't an option and you couldn't see anything or hear any noise. All you had was a feeling of emptiness. The feeling of panic was growing inside you by the minute.

After what seemed like an eternity you heard the loud sound of gunshots, your ears rang and your heart raced so much that you felt like it was going to jump out of your chest. In panic you tried to scream and break free, but it was useless.

Suddenly the blindfold was removed from your eyes and you had to blink a few times to adapt to the light.

You were so stunned that it took you a while to realize that it was Bill who was in front of you. He took the gag out of your mouth and your first instinct was to ask what was going on, but your throat was so dry that you choked and swallowed back the words.

"Are you okay?" He asked as he undid the knots in the ropes that bound you.

You waved at him, but Bill noticed you didn't look well at all.

“I thought you kidnapped me.” Your voice was so low that for a moment you thought he hadn't heard you.

Bill stopped his movements for a second and gave you a questioning look. He seemed almost upset that you thought he would kidnap you.

You suddenly felt embarrassed for thinking like that. After all, he never hurt you. “I mean, why would someone kidnap me?”

Now Bill's look was one of guilt. “They thought you knew one of my secrets.” You frowned in confusion. You hadn't been kidnapped by Bill, but because of him. Why?

As if he could read your thoughts he said. “Because you are mine.”

It was scary and exciting. Your ears were still ringing and your heart was still hammering in your chest, but now for a new reason.

Bill seemed to expect some kind of response, but for once you were speechless. You who always had beautiful and kind words to always reject him.

When all the ropes were finally removed, he picked you up bridal style and started walking out of the place.

Without even realizing it, you ran your hand over his neck, your fingers trailing the splashes of red liquid. He probably had more splatter on his clothes, but it was hard to tell because of the black fabric.

“Don’t worry honey, it’s not mine.” Bill said calmly without even looking away from the path. “They won’t have the opportunity to make the same mistake ever again.”

You knew what that meant. Bill killed for you.

The drive home was a blur, your mind was too distraught to register anything.

You only realized you were shaking when he placed you on the bed and handed you a glass of water. Your hands were shaking so much that it was difficult to drink.

“Why am I here?” You finally asked after curiously looking around the luxurious room.

“Where else would you go?” Bill looks at you questioningly as he takes off his clothes until he's down to his underwear. You fight the urge to blush, which isn't that hard considering you're still traumatized.

“Tell me what I can do to make you better.” His voice was so gentle.

You just curled up tighter in the covers and looked away shyly. The last thing you will do is ask him to dominate you to turn off your mind. You spent so long rejecting him and it feels so wrong to want him in the middle of a nervous breakdown.

You don't respond, so Bill just lies down on the bed next to you. He seems hesitant to touch you first, so the two of you just stare at each other. You try to resist looking at his lips, but you know you fail. And you feel the way your heart beats faster every second.

"Come here." He says gently, and you move closer until his arms pull you close and you're wrapped in his embrace, but you feel safe and calmer than before, his hands run down your back.

"I know what you want. I can see it on your face. You can ask nicely or I'll just give it to you anyway." You don't think he would actually do anything against your will. He doesn't seem like the type. But you don't really know what he does; you just know that he won't hurt you. His hand slides and squeezes your ass and you let out an unexpected moan.

“That’s a good girl.” Bill kisses your forehead. “I'll take care of you, sweetheart. Now take off your clothes.”

You just look at him for a moment. His tone makes you feel like you can't disobey and it's not like you want to anyway.

Then you take off your blouse and bra and throw them somewhere in the room; your pants and panties follow easily. And it doesn't matter if your body is hidden under the covers, you still feel shy, but then Bill pulls the covers off you and you lie there naked for his hungry eyes to take in every inch of you.

“What a beautiful thing.” He says, with his hand on your belly. “You were made for me.”

Bill leans over you, eyes heavy as his hand reaches down to palm your pussy. "Open your legs for me."

It's easy to comply. You've always easily given up control in sex and Bill is definitely controlling. It works perfectly.

Your legs open easily and his fingers run through your folds, collecting the wetness that drips from your pussy. Bill moans, taking his fingers to his mouth and licking them, the silver piercing glistening.

You think you're no longer shaking, or at least not from fear, and you look at Bill through half-closed eyes. He smiles at you, fingers returning to your body to press against your clit.

"You'll listen to anything I say, won't you?"

You moan when one of his fingers slips inside you and curls around. He fucks you slowly with this before adding another as you breathe heavily. His hand moves a little faster and the wet sound of his fingers fucking your pussy fills the air. Your stomach muscles tighten as your mouth opens, a breathy moan escaping.

“Is that all you needed just to feel better?” Bill kisses the side of your face as he presses himself against you, his thick cock against your hip. "You're so easy."

You look at him and he just laughs at you. And before you can scream at him, he kisses you, slipping his tongue into your mouth and practically fucking your mouth with it. You never expected him to be gentle, and you cry against his lips as he slips another finger into you and curls them, his fingertips rubbing a spot inside you that makes you see stars.

"Too much." You manage to say between kisses, and Bill smiles against your lips.

He sloppily kisses you again as you tremble, fingers so deep inside you and thumb rubbing your clit. You’re dripping onto his hand and the sheets as you pant heavily into his mouth. Your cunt quivers and you moans deeply.

“How sweet, if you think you're full now, wait until my cock fills that pretty pussy... now be a good girl and cum for me. Legs wider, love.”

You hear it immediately, legs spreading, one over your hips and the other hanging off the bed. He moves his hand hard and fast and you hear the sound of your juices running down his fingers. Bill rubs against your hips, and you feel the wetness of the tip of his cock that is soaked through his boxers.

“Come now, love.” He whispers. “Let me hear you.”

Your chest rises and falls rapidly as you seek release. You're almost there...almost. Your back arches as you scream in unbridled pleasure. Your wetness gushes down his hand, soaking the sheets and Bill smile looking at you. He continues fucking you with his fingers until you close your legs from overstimulation and only then does he remove his hand from you.

“Next time, I’ll bury my face between your legs.”

You can hear your heartbeat in your ears, so you barely register his voice. But you watch as he takes out his cock and strokes it quickly. He is thick and hard, long and slick with his precum. He masturbates with little delicacy, but his grip is strong and his hand moves so fast it seems like a blur.

You want to touch him, so you raise your hand, but he stops you. “Just relax, darling.”

So you lie there in post-orgasmic bliss as Bill masturbates next to you. You mentally ask if he's still going to fuck you or just watch you while he masturbates, he seems to read your thoughts.

Bill laughs and kisses your lips softly. “What’s up baby, you want me to fuck you?”

You look at him with wide eyes as he smiles, tongue running across his bottom lip. This makes you spread your legs wide again and he smiles.

“Calm down, honey. You had a rough night, go to sleep.” You don't know if he's really worried or if he's just making fun of you.

Maybe he wants you to beg after rejecting him for so long, you don't see a problem with that. “Bill, please.”

Bill doesn't need much encouragement, he crawls on top of you, pulls your legs over his shoulders and you're lucky to be flexible enough for this position to be pleasant. Bill rubs the head of his cock against your entrance. “Tell me what you want.”

You choke on the hand that wraps around your throat, squeezing a little too hard to be safe, but you still manage to say. "Please."

He seems dissatisfied, tightening his grip. "Please, what?"

You try to breathe through the tightness. “Fill me.”

"Good girl." He smiles and then he’s sinking into you, a cock almost too big to look like it fits inside you.

You're so overstimulated you're not sure if it feels good, but Bill seems to think so, an unrestrained moan escaping him as he begins to rapidly pound into you. You never expected him to take it slow, and the way he fucks you leaves your white vision around the edges...it could also be the way he's choking you so hard you can't breathe.

“I can’t, I can’t breathe.” You feel dizzy, but suddenly you can take a deep breath and Bill is looking at you with a smile.

“You can barely handle anything, darling. How are you supposed to take care of yourself?” Bill whispers breathlessly as he bends you in half and fucks you hard. “That’s why you should have been letting me take care of you a long time ago.”

You shake your head frantically, speechless. And there's not much you can do while you're squirming, your pussy is so sensitive that the way his dick stretches and slides inside you makes you think you can't take it anymore.

You start to sob, tears run down your face and Bill groans, his hand slides away wiping the tears from the side of your face.

"I know my love." Bill shushes you, but you still cry pathetically. He captures your lips in a filthy kiss.

Your pussy vibrates around him as your body tries to cum again, and it makes the him practically growl. “Just like this.”

You’re not doing anything you can control, so you reach up and rub your clit, walls clenching instinctively. Bill grunts at the sensation and his hips move involuntarily.

He stops. You want to scream in frustration as he stands up, panting. He runs a hand through his now disheveled hair. “This is supposed to be about you, I won’t finish until you finish love.”

“I don’t think I can.” You say weakly, and Bill nibbles on one of your legs that is over his shoulder. You shiver in surprise.

“I’ll help you, darling.” Bill says softly, starting to move his hips slowly. It's a little less overwhelming, but still just as pleasurable. And it's giving you the opportunity to enjoy his thick cock without feeling like it's going to break you. “Just a little too much? That's better?" He hums.

"Yes." You say breathlessly, arching your back as his hand finds your clit and rolls it between his fingers. You're still crying, but it's not as loud or as hard.

“You look so beautiful when you cry.” Bill says with a groan, rolling your clit a little faster. Your walls shake hard and your hips move again. But he continues at a slow, gentle pace that feels enjoyable for both of you.

Bill moves his hips and you let out a high-pitched moan as you clench violently around him. “That’s a good girl. Let go, darling.”

Your chest rises and falls rapidly, and he just presses against your clit, leaving your entire body tense and your eyes rolling back. It's an orgasm that seems to last for hours as Bill fucks you over and over again.

"Fuck." Bill's hips quicken just a few times, and then he cums with an inhuman noise as you feel satisfied with it.

You really think you're still cumming, even after he stops, your body twitches slightly and your vision becomes blurry.

"Oh, honey, it's okay." Bill laughs above you.

You whimper and shake because it truly feels like you are floating and you don't think anything like this has ever happened before. And the fingers on your clit are unexpected and leave your breath catching in your throat.

"Just chill." Bill says, but his voice sounds distant.

The only thing you can focus on is the big dick inside you and the way your clit is gently massaged. You are so beyond the awareness of your own sensitivity that there is only pleasure.

You’re not sure how loud you are, but Bill says, “louder, love.” And you find that you don't much care if your moans come through the door.

He's thick and erect inside you, and you have a brief fleeting thought about his resistance, which quickly disappears from your brain as Bill violently slams into you. It's a shock from the gentle thrusts and you think you might be screaming with pleasure. Your eyes are closed tightly, but you hear his laugh and it makes your pussy clench with excitement. You know he's saying something, but your mind is too far away for you to hear.

Your toes curl and your legs tremble; you practically vibrate as Bill grabs your thighs to keep you still. And then your mouth opens in a silent scream, eyes widening only to see him glistening with sweat running down his face as he fucks you wildly.

You come so hard with a sharp scream that he leans in to swallow a sloppy kiss. Bill moans brokenly as his hips go still, pressed as deep as possible inside you as he comes for the second time, and when he catches his breath above you, he watches the way your body shakes. You are definitely alert now with electrified body.

He slides out of you and you both let out a moan at the loss of each other. You're still shaking, so he grabs you and pushes you into a sitting position. He reaches over and grabs the glass of water from the bedside table.

“Come on, love.” He brings the glass to your lips and you obey him easily, drinking until he takes it away. You think you'll listen to everything someone tells you to do, and you're happy to be in his hands. You think you never understood what it means to be totally dominated until now.

"You are with me?" Bill asks, and he looks a little worried. You nod slowly, placing your hand over his to reassure him.

Billi studies your face to make sure you're not lying, but you're not and you're glad he trusts you to tell him the truth. You lean in to kiss him; It's soft and sweet and seems to make him hesitant.

You don't really know how to take care of yourself other than the way you wrap your arms around him and hug him against you.

"Do you feel better?" He asks as the two of you get into a more comfortable position on the bed. You nod snuggling against him. Bill holds you securely as your head rests under his chin.

He makes you want to ask about his life. You want to know more about him. But you think this knowledge will only lead you into dangerous territories, even though you now doubt you can escape whatever kind of relationship he wants you two to have. You sigh and close your eyes, finally deciding to rest.

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cinematic-literature · 4 months

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Legally Blonde 2: Red, White & Blonde (2003) by Charles Herman-Wurmfeld

Book title: Everything You Always Wanted to Know About How to Pass a Bill, But Were Afraid to Ask by Tom Altobello

#Everything You Always Wanted to Know About How to Pass a Bill But Were Afraid to Ask #tom altobello #legally blonde 2 #red white and blonde #books in movies #fictitious books #fictitious books in movies #Charles Herman-Wurmfeld

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nanawritesit · 1 year

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Irene Girlfriend Headcanons!

She prefers that you call her “Joohyun” rather than Irene. She wants to feel like you know the real her instead of her stage presence.

Speaking of which, she often slips into her Daegu dialect around you

You were never intimidated by her like everyone else was, you were warm and loving regardless of how “scary” she seemed

It took her a while to open up to you about her inner thoughts and feelings. She’s so used to bottling it all up in order to be a good leader that she doesn’t stop to think when she might need help

But you help her with that, constantly reassuring every single one of her insecurities. Even when she doesn’t ask, you’ll always be the first one to tell her she’s done well!

She cooks you seaweed soup every year for your birthday just like she does for the members 💚

Ordering her tea for her whenever you’re at a coffee shop because she’s too afraid of being judged by the barista for not liking coffee

Eating her vegetables for her (if you like them ofc)

Finally convincing her to stop dying her hair and stick with her natural black color because it’s her favorite and it suits her best

It took her a long time to accept it, but Joohyun is a lover of the simple things in life. You guys don’t need any extravagant outings or fancy gifts to be happy! Things like reading together, watching the sunset, taking walks, listening to music, cooking her favorite tteokbokki… those are what draw you together.

Holding her while she cries watching “The Notebook”

You started keeping perfumes in your car and carrying essential oils with you everywhere since she’s so sensitive to smells

You also help bring her back down to Earth when she starts spacing out, waving a hand in front of her face and never making a huge fuss over it. You just remind her what she was talking about and continue on with your conversation

Joohyun is also a lover of solitude. However you’re the only one she makes an exception for. She loves taking you to Ttukseom Island or the Folk Museum in Bukcheon. They’re her happy places and she wants to share them with you!

Because of her, you started keeping a journal. The two of you have nights where you just sit in silence and write together 🥰

She won’t hesitate to correct you on your spelling and grammar, even over text 😑

You feel like you learn something new about her every day. She’s always so reserved, and her mind runs at a mile a minute, so every once in a while she’ll just drop this huge piece of Joohyun lore that takes you by surprise

Always giving her your fortune cookies and lottery tickets because she just has so much good luck

If you play video games or do puzzles, and you just can’t get pass a certain stage, she’ll just walk over and figure it out for you in seconds, and it leaves you baffled every time

Making her show you how the heck she can draw a perfect circle (you still can’t understand after a thousand times)

She has a tendency to “mother” you. (Doing your laundry, making you go to bed early, telling you take your vitamins and drink water…) You’ll have to explain to her that while you appreciate her trying to help, she doesn’t need to worry about you so much!

She’s still going to do your laundry though. She just loves doing it too much not to.

I hope you don’t mind having a high heat bill, because Joohyun cannot handle the cold! (If not, you’ll have to loan her several of your hoodies and blankets!)

Comforting her whenever she encounters heights, water, or loud noises

Her manager tried to tell her to avoid PDA with you to protect her image and avoid a scandal, but she just can’t stop herself from holding your hand or clinging to your arm!

Once word gets out that the two of you are dating, she really has no problem telling the fans that while she hopes they can be supportive, she’s going to be with you whether they like it or not.

She would give up everything if it meant she could stay with you, and you would do the same for her in a heartbeat 💜

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meryldian · 1 year

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HIII can you please do bill with a ice hockey player s/o it can be smut if you want p.s: I LOVE YOUR WORK😍❤️❤️

That’s sweet! While I am canadian I don’t know too much about Ice Hockey so I’m basing myself off players in my entourage and research. I’m sincerely sorry if I got something inaccurate in there !!

I’m sorry if this was short by the way!!

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

❅ Bill Kaulitz & Ice hockey player ❅

Setting the record straight, Bill is not an athletic person. The most you will get from him are walks and the occasional at home workout. He would rather die than run a mile so he finds it so fascinating that you found passion in a sport.

He sometimes wishes he had the skills to play with you or to simply enjoy sports in general. He likes watching soccer so there’s a chance for him to enjoy other sports for sure!

Is willing to make the effort and learn the rules to understand what goes on better.

He will show up to every match and he means it. If you were to live in a different country he would ask your match schedule and squeeze any important championship into his own busy schedule.

Bill will literally ask you if he can bring the band with him and sing your national anthem.

If he can’t well, he will still stand up and proudly sing your anthem because it’s yours and symbolizes your victory and he loves everything about you.

Will bring his mom to your games too <3

Screams the LOUDEST.

Your number one cheerleader, really.

(2023 Bill would be willing to wear a cheerleader fit even.)

Once the match is over Bill will run down and wait for you besides your coach, with a towel and water bottle at hand.

He will sit around the rink during your practice and make funny faces when you pass by to make you laugh.

It made you bumb against your teammates a couple of times, he’s sorry. But will continue doing it.

Your coach has definitely kicked him out before lmao.

He will always offer you massages if you’re sore after training :)

For some reason he really seems to be someone that gives an amazing back massage.

Oh this man is CRAZY about your muscles.

He melts when he sees your back flexing.

Will come behind you and trail kisses down your spine.

Hand on your thigh. ALL.THE.TIME.

Oh you will definitely catch him staring at your ass.

Likes to be the little spoon so he can be all wrapped up in your strong arms and, especially, your legs :)

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••••••••••••••••NSFW AHEAD••••••••••••••••••

It’s a fantasy of his to fuck you in a closet after or during a match.

You just look so cute and flustered. Once your helmet’s off and your hair is all ruffled he can’t help but imagine all the things he’d do to you.

Or that he wants you to do to him.

The second you’re off the rink. Something about how you look all sweaty and tired is such a turn-on.

Would love to fuck you in your gear but it’s kind of unpractical unfortunately :(

The same way that he wants to innocently be wrapped around your arms and legs, he wants you to wrap those thighs around his head as he eats you out. Don’t be afraid to squeeze, he loves it.

He could spend hours on end between your legs, doesn’t care if you’ll be late to practice.

He will be there until you quiver.

Speaking of practice, you bet you’re on for lazy morning sex before practice. Your alarm woke him up at 4:30 in the morning now you have to make it up to him.

Oral fixated Bill is my fav.

PULL. HIS. HAIR.

You will be left with handprints on your hips from how hard he grips you when you ride him.

He is so sensitive.

Runs his hand up your thigh, soft like a feather.

He loves feeling your muscles flex.

I genuinely don’t know how to continue this, his sex habits don’t really change depending on what you do in life. It’s mostly little bonuses that come with your sport <3

#bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel #tokio hotel imagine #georg listing #tom kaulitz #gustav schäfer #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel imagines #ice hockey #x reader

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anguishedlurker · 5 months

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What a burden you are

((Hey kids wanna see Danny have Enough(tm) of Valerie['s bullshit from Valerie's POV and the fallout thereof?))

Ao3 Link

Valerie found herself reflecting on her time under Masters more than she already wanted, most nights.

Tonight was worse than most. A pathetic echo in her mind trying to take root as she chased a different kind of pathetic echo.

For each and every fault he had- she could spend years counting in that miserable creep of a man- he knew his ghosts and his weapons. Very little of his advice had proven inaccurate on even the most minuscule of levels.

“An afraid ghost is never to be underestimated, yet if careful they can undo themselves with hardly an effort by you.”

But no, Phantom wasn’t afraid in front of her. Insolent brat, darting from cover to cover. To boot, it had the audacity to stick it’s tongue out at her.

The humor didn’t reach its eyes though. Not tonight. Though, it always seemed a little rougher around the edges when she managed to jump it after some ghost had tried doing her work for her.

Yet it was always almost well humored to her.

Tonight really shouldn’t be different.

“Fear will destroy them- even in the living it’s hard to control a fear response. Aimless lashing out makes openings.

Rage, on the other hand…”

And yet, Phantom seemed annoyed by her hunt tonight, of all things. How inconvenient of her, really! Maybe she’d upgrade to threat one day, if she was realllll patient…

Phantoms head finally phased out of a tree, grinning at her in a way that didn’t meet it’s eyes.

“Well, this barking match has gone on long enough to prove bite-less, so I’m afraid I’m gonna have to take my leaf!”

Pew pew, cunt.

(As always, the faint sense that her dad would be reaching for the soap brushed past her mind)

She missed, of course. It’d been a long time since she’d hit Phantom.

“Chickening out already, Phantom? Thought you were better than that.”

Keep her voice low, even. Steady. Bait doesn’t work without patience. And everything seemed to hit less and less, now.

“No you don’t. And even if you did, don’t you have work? Or school? Promotions or tests to pass, even?”

Its voice echoed from nowhere in particular, giving no indication to location.

Its staunch refusal to indicate whether or not it knew anything about her was ever present.

“Oh, you’re interested in my life? How flattering. Stay the fuck away from my apartment.”

Same song new night. Lancers test was tomorrow though, but this was more important. Shitty junior year and it’s- focus. If she can’t get to it then she simply has to improve her attempts. It will crack eventually.

“Yeah yeah, kill on sight. Seriously though, Red, how do you keep standing with the way you live? You can’t possibly be getting more than two hours of sleep a night.”

Sound to the left- Pew pew. It almost sounded concerned about her.

How pathetic.

“Who’s to say I don’t sleep during the day?”

“You don’t.”

“And you know this because?”

A question with no good implications underneath, and no good answers.

Accusations to its integrity always seemed to work best. Closest thing to falling over itself it’d get, all to prove it was a ‘good person’.

Phantom finally formed away from cover, relaxed and cozy in an imaginary reclining chair. It seemed to cycle through ways to mock her, always implying that it was completely unbothered.

Kept up its little act even when it was hit! Really, to brush off the shots like it couldn’t feel them….

Been a while since she’d made it flinch, actually. No matter what she managed to do to it.

No, no. Focus.

She could see it. The lack of real humor in its eyes- whether or not it’d admit such a thing, she was getting to it. She had to drive a knife into its cracks somehow.

“People have bills. Doesn’t take crazy stalking to figure out you either have a sponsor or are stupid rich- and you kinda stopped talking to your sponsor. Was a whole thing in the ghost community? Anyways, you need to have some sort of job or some sort of parental support at this point.”

A dead smile, a tilt of the head. Teeth much too sharp in a mouth that almost could’ve passed for a real person’s.

She’ll need to hunt down- No, it’s already out. And if she gets pissed, she’s dead.

“Rage is lethal. They’re focused, and they want you dead.

And, I mean the best when I say it dear, you don’t know rage. Not in ghosts.”

She’d argue she knew plenty about rage, period, though the point was long gone.

Pew pew.

It disappeared and reappeared two feet to the right, still smiling.

Fucker.

“What can I say, I value my independence. Strong and capable, everything a hunter needs to be.”

“Uh-huh. Who’s that philosopher that said no man is an island, again?”

It pretended to tap its foot against the dead air, taking its eyes off her as it acted out exaggerated thinking. Bait to shoot.

“John Donne. Know any philosophers that ever chatted about not dragging people down?”

“Right, this has been a delight but- hey wait, I think that’s actually right. I dunno, it’s the kind of thing I’d actually have to look up-”

“Dragging. Down. Get it? Ha. Ha.”

Finger curled around the trigger, giving one attention grabbing pew.

Vanish, and re-appear.

“Only so many times I can try to say that first and foremost, not my dog. Not at that point. Just a concerned samaritan trying to figure out why a dog was loose. You don’t care, though.”

Its tone was… more clipped than usual. And it’d been a while since it’s last pun.

Good.

“Honestly, it goes beyond the dog at this point.”

“Really, Red? Nobody’s got you at gunpoint out here.”

She’d been stewing on this one a while actually. Never a better time than the present to try a new tactic, right?

“No, no. The town Phantom. The ghosts as a whole.”

“Go harass one of the Doctor Fentons’ about the tear in the fabric of reality in their basement then.”

Oh it was seething with that one.

Good.

Yet, this was an infuriating corner.

“The Fentons have made it clear that by now, they can’t do anything.”

“I’m missing the part where you turn it into my fault. And even if your point was clear, they are liars. Bad ones.”

The accusation against the Fentons integrity had to be bait. As such, asking was caving in to its plans.

“Simple. They’re after you. It’s a game that you’re encouraging.”

Its eyes narrowed, most of its pantomimes of life and movement ceasing.

Finally.

“You have no idea how much I wish they’d stop. Not that you’re willing to learn.”

“So you admit it?”

“Nothing of the sort. If they all stopped I would stop appearing.”

“Typical.”

“Mhmm.”

“Still, guess you’re just too used to dragging people down with you, right? Enough to never notice.”

“Listen, I get to hear my friends jack off to pseudo psychology enough as it is. You got your stinger loaded yet, or should I just, like, go?”

“Well since you’re asking… let me ask; were you even a blessing in life?”

The silence was palpable.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

Phantom paused, eyes narrowing further as it processed her accusation.

“What teenager is, really?” It eventually ground out, not even deigning to smile.

“I’ll have you know I was a delight.”

Wry, guiltless. Keep steady.

“Hmmm… I dunno that I believe that one, Red.”

A pretend hum, something that if written out would sound like a quip.

Its tone was completely flat.

Valerie smirked underneath her helm.

“But something like you, I can just see it. Everything falling over itself to baby your pathetic ass… How much did they give you? How much did you take from them?”

For one single second, Phantoms eyes reflected red.

“Like your dad and your hospital bills?”

Silence.

And then, rage.

“So help me, Phantom-”

“No, no Red- Let’s- I’m done, okay? You- I blaze through and you blame me, fine.”

Her shots missed, of course

“But, Valerie, how much do you cost your dad in medical bills at this point? Delight my left asscheck.”

Even in her rage, she had to pause. She’d never heard it swear.

Her shots missed again.

“You sign up to the most insane asshole you can find just to hunt down what- even with your little revenge fantasy- is some fucking teenager-”

Lots and lots of swearing.

Phantom was properly pissed this time.

Good, it was getting old not getting to it.

And nothing it could say can-

“Hell, I looked it up once- You know your little punctured lung you got off of Skulker? That your dad had to drag you out of the wreckage for and strip your suit off just to keep your little job secret? Boom, median of six grand. Right there.”

… how much?

“What does every bill combined add to Valerie? You wanna- how much of a burden- Jesus Christ. How much of a burden are you? Good god.”

How much…?

...

No, no it had to be bait. Hospitals are expensive but- well… very expensive- but!- … how much?

She was in combat.

“Deny a girl her hobbies, eh? But finally, so you do-”

“No shit I know who you are. Some chick shows up with a revenge fetish against me? I‘m investigating.”

Fucking- fetish??

“And here I though there could be some proof not all highschoolers are assholes.” She snarked, not paying attention to what she was saying. Scripts were running in her brain with no checks to see if it was sensible or not.

“I didn’t make it to highschool, Valerie. You want to kill a middleschooler, and you can’t even tell me what you’ve costed your dad to get here.”

Her gun, for the first time in... a very long time, dropped from its lock on Phantom.

“You can’t tell me what you cost but you’re just soooo cozy with telling me I must’ve been a- Fuck you. Genuinely. Did you even know the dog was one your fathers company killed? Bet you didn’t. Allll their guard dogs in training were put down for that pretty security system. A middleschooler and a dead puppy.”

“You are not a middleschooler.”

Her breathing hitched too much, she was losing herself. Phantoms youthful (manipulative, fake, anything else please) looked at her with no warmth.

No humor.

“Not anymore, no. The dead don’t have school.”

Its tone was openly cold and resentful.

In front of her was a ghost, whom she hated. It was a violent, mean, and dishonest thing with no regard for other people.

And the same eyes it’d always had stared back at her right now. Phantoms features had never budged the slightest nanometer, the last two years.

Youthful as ever.

Pew, pew.

It did not move, and it did not flinch.

“It’s been a long time since you could hurt me Valerie.”

Borderline glacial towards her, like she was a particularly stupid child.

But maybe she deserved that one, because of all things, she should’ve seen that it wasn’t acting unbothered by her shots.

“Ask your dad how much you cost him before lecturing me on- Just. God. There’s something genuinely wrong with you. And I’m not protecting you anymore, not if that’s seriously how you’re gonna treat- just… fuck you.”

It had disappeared before she could re-aim her gun at it for the audacity. Protecting her? Bullshit.

But, all alone now, board humming underneath her, left her stewing over the entire conversation.

And, well…

At least she’d obviously touched a nerve.

~~~

More than she’d ever be worth in her life, ever again, was her answer. Not the one he said, but she knew what evasion looked like. She knew what it meant.

And how much did he pay per month?

More than what they had to spare, was not said. He’d never say it.

A new fight breaking out near her was a relief, one she didn’t dwell on.

She’d just have to be careful to not get hurt. It was so simple.

And then the battle between Skulker and lunch lady halted at her appearance, Skulker turning smug while Lunch Lady looked away abruptly.

“And what the fuck do you think you’re gonna do, looking so happy over there?” She asked, strafing left as she aimed her gun.

Skulker didn’t move as the metal helm grinned wider. Lunch Lady vanished.

“Did you know Phantom declared open season on you?” Was the last thing she heard before her world was crushed.

~~~

Her dad would never blame her. Never say it.

Never tell her she was a burden.

But now- god, how much did this cost? Doctors were saying to just hope she wasn’t permanently paralyzed. Hope that she could eventually write again with her left hand, or learn to use her right.

She’d be out of school for a long time now.

At least she missed Lancers dumb test.

The heart monitor was her only company through the pain meds (that she refused most of) and incessant nurses.

Until…

“Danny?”

Silent as mist, as always. She hadn’t heard the door. But there he was, looking like he always did.

Except…

“Listen, I’m not really here to talk. I was voted to bring you your homework and flagged down to pass a note.”

His face tight, his tone blank.

“I’m sure you have things to do.”

He was probably itching to go back to trying to help his sister around the house, sweeping after the absolute tornadoes that were his parents.

A real shame Jasmine never left. An even greater shame she never admitted why she settled for the local college.

She could’ve gone places.

“Sure. Let’s go with that.” He gruffed, setting a binder of work on the first table he could find.

“Here’s your card.”

Huffed out, the card tossed with laser accuracy to her non injured hand. She’s lucky she caught it, the pain meds she couldn’t deny like weights on her one good hand.

This was- what did she do?

“Danny, what-”

“I don’t really want to hear it. ‘Cause it’s about time you knew that I know damn well what you do in your off time, and did this to yourself really.”

No…

No.

“And when exactly did you find out that-”

“The entire goddamn time, Val! Remember the stupid flour baby? The job I was threatening you with was ghost hunting, not being the Nasty Burger mascot! Which! I still hold to that if you weren’t ghost hunting, it wouldn’t have been that hard to do your half!”

He- no, not that long. Impossible. Nobody else had even looked at it as a serious-

He’s always been a little smarter than what he lets everyone know.

The last lick of sense echoed through what had to be the meds. Danny, always there, seeming to know more than what anyone had ever told him. Easy to work with, happy to obey. He made it so very easy to forget he was so bright.

Focus.

“Fine, fine! But I didn’t- Skulker-”

“God- just… God. Don’t. Nobody asked you to fight them. You tossed out everything and everyone that didn’t fit to do it, too.’

“I didn’t do-”

“We are not friends, Valerie. You don’t have any friends, and we’re barely ex’s at this point. And for what?”

“Barely even- What are you on about??”

“Val, we dated for like, two weeks two years ago! And you dumped me to go chase after Phantom, ‘cause fuck having a real life with friends or a boyfriend!”

It was like a fun house mirror held up to those memories, how he stood there now.

Never did get taller, never did lose most of the baby fat. Now standing there seething with hate instead of adoration.

He still looked as frail as ever.

“But Phantom-”

“Shut up, take your homework, and read your shitty card.” He growled, already heading for the door.

No- No! It’s just- This isn’t like Danny! Danny… Danny just never swore- it was like, hardcoded into him!

“And what the fuck did I do to earn this? God, if it turns out you got possessed-”

Danny paused, looking back at her for a split second. So short she could’ve hallucinated it the heartstopping look before he went straight back to having his hands on the door, ready to bolt.

“Would you say that shit to me?”

“I… What?”

“What? You don’t think I ever managed to talk to some of the ghosts? I know what you said to him. Would you say it to me?”

“Of course not!”

“No, no, of course you wouldn’t. Never would even think about it, right? Fentons too cute and innocent, and small to- ugh. I know why you never tried making friends with me and Tuck- Sam hated you- but- fuck. Don’t talk to me.”

She had nothing left. Danny was-

Too cute, innocent, and small to spew this kind of hatred at her?

Ugh… Who knew such an adorable little face could be so mean...

He looked ready to slam the door. He looked like it was taking great restraint to not, every muscle so obviously tense underneath all his layers.

It’s a wonder how he never overheated.

And at the last second, he hesitated.

“I never wanted you hurt, I… I promise, even if I’m mad. Enraged, even. But I just don’t know what you thought was going to happen, anymore.”

And then it was slammed shut, leaving her with the sinking feeling he was gone forever from her life.

… fuck.

Alone, again now, with a heart monitor and a card from- Well, Danny hadn’t mentioned.

God that stung. Couldn’t even stay to say who still had a heart for her.

She needed to move on, already, because burnt bridges weren’t going to get fixed any time soon. And that left the card as her only option forward right now, right?

It was just folded printer paper, with no decoration on the outside.

And on the inside-

One logo, seared into her brain well over two years ago. Looking at her.

“I don’t know why I thought you were worth defending.

They won’t be nice about it ever again.

-DP”

She hid the card under her hip, eventually. Made a nurse toss it out the next time one came around.

Pretended like she hadn’t seen it.

#danny phantom #dp #fic #valerie gray #long #angst #come get yall juice

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scary-lasagna · 6 months

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Can I get hc for each of the slender brothers and their reactions and how they feel when their daughter/child figure is going on a date cause I can imagine they’re either frantic about it or show some loving overprotectiveness a little bit

Slender

Mainly it's the fear of growing up that he's afraid of. Next second that passes will be him walking his child down the aisle.

He remembers how small they once were, and carrying them upside down from a tendril before they could talk beyond baby-babbles.

And now they're bringing someone home for a loving date! How time truly does fly.

And yet, it seems as if he looks the same since you can remember being picked up for the first time.

All Slender wants to to make sure that his child knows what they want in a person, and what's important about relationships.

He will sit them down in his office, and explain what being in love should truly mean.

No consistent yelling, no belittling, no being shoved to the side when the person is with their friends. Things such as that.

He just wants to see them happy, is all. And if that means giving you a $50 bill for a nice date and drive home, then so be it.

Offender

He's been there, done that.

As a father, of course he will be a little protective of his child. He knows how kids are, and how stupid they can be.

He's done a lot of stupid stuff that turned out to be good stories.

But still, running from the cops as a teenager proved to be stupid as hell. And bringing his youngest brother was even more of an error.

He'll ask where you're going, when you're leaving/returning, and who you'll be going with.

He won't call you during the date, but if it's getting close to your curfew, he'll shoot you a text to tell you it's time to start heading home.

And if you don't answer, he knows how to track you down and embarrass you.

Offender is a very chill guy, you'll be able to do your own thing as long as you're not causing trouble or in the dumps about things. He steps in when he needs to, but otherwise, life is an experience that only you will be able to decipher.

Trender

Haha oh no oh fuck

See, Trender never really 'dated' in his younger years.

He was always a homebody, and never really had interest in romance until he reached his adult era.

He'll help you get ready for your date, and tell you which clothes go with which shoes, as well as styling your hair for you.

But other than that, he's really at a loss for any relationship advice outside of everything that already makes you nervous.

He'll tell you to be careful, and then list everything that you should be afraid of, and tops it off with "have fun, though!"

It's advised to call an uncle if you want some real advice that's not fear mongering.

Trender just watches too much tiktok.

Splendor

He's super excited and just as nervous as you are!!

As your father/father figure, he's extremely involved in your life, and might accidentally overstep that parental boundary into a 'best-friend' relationship.

He just loves you so much that he wants to be included in everything!!

He has a lot of stories to tell, being the youngest he always got to bother his older siblings about 'more-than-friends' that they brought home.

Most of which thought he was the cutest thing, and was invited to hangout on the couch until they had to leave.

He'll tell you to be careful, and to stand your ground if you don't like something, even if it's just bad food someone is trying to get you to try!

And when you come home, he'll see your date off with a nice handshake and ask about all the details.

#slender brothers #creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #slender #trender #splendor #familial

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writingpei · 1 year

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wicked games (l.m.) - chapter eleven

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pairing: lee minho x reader genre: academic rivals to lovers wc: 2.4k words

savior complex

people tend to say good things don't last. y/n just hoped it could have lasted longer.

it had been a while since she genuinely smiled at things, but that day was really very special, an immense gratification, a step towards her future. but you can't have everything, in fact, she thought it would be asking too much for that feeling to last.

when she stepped into the house and saw her mom sitting at the desk, buried in a sea of papers, y/n knew nothing good was coming.

the tired look, the white hair, the lazy smile. it seemed that her mother aged more with each passing day.

“darling, you arrived” she greets as soon as she steps inside the house.

“you are home earlier” y/n says, cautiously approaching the table where she sat like a boogeyman, facing a truth she didn't want to discover.

the papers on the table were bills, many, many of them.

“got the day off” she explains, going back to using the calculator and noting obscene amounts of money in her old notebook. "how was your day?"

“good” she replies, but she was already lying. the happiness of his success had already become past, left behind. “what is all this?” she then decides to ask.

her mother stares at the stacks of papers for a few seconds, no response. it is then that she gives y/n a weak and apologetic smile, in a kind of apology.

“you're old enough to know…” she starts, and y/n wants to say no, run and cry and scream that she's not big, that she's still a kid, that she still needs to be lied to and protect her ears from what she doesn't need to listen. in the end, she just stands there, anticipating what's to come. “it's getting harder every month. the landlord raised the rent again. i don't know where else to get money from, we can't cut anything else. i think i’m going to have to do more overtime at the hospital or something."

she doesnt have an answer, she just keeps looking at her mother. she already comes home pretty exhausted everyday, if she worked more overtime she probably wouldn't even sleep anymore. worry and pain must be written on her face, because her mother takes her hand in hers, giving her another apologetic smile.

“i’m sorry, i'm sorry for not being able to give you the conditions i'd like” she starts to say, but her voice is nothing more than a calm and affectionate whisper, an apology from the one who did everything he could. “i know you wish you had a better uniform, better materials, a better college outlook, but i can't give you that”

the strange and rare feeling of burning eyes that fill with tears hits her hard. maybe it's her tone of voice, maybe it's the icy touch of her palms against hers, but the melancholy in the air takes y/n in such a way that she relearns the feeling of crying. she had always suppressed crying, labeled as pathetic, the most physical display of weakness there could be, but here, after years without the damned drops running down her cheeks, the hot tears flow freely, devoid of any control she might have had over them.

“i don't care about that” she says, through the water. “i don't care about these things, mom. i don't mind wearing someone else's uniform, i don't mind working and getting into college my way” the tears flow uncontrollably and her knees lose strength, causing her body to wither into the other chair at the table . “i just don't want you to kill yourself at work over this. i don't want you to get sick, to push your limits”

“aw, my baby…” her mother whispers, running her hand through her daughter's hair, sadness abiding in her eyes.

“don't worry about it mom” she says. “i will find a way”

y/n was never a person who feared the reality of the world around her. she wasn't afraid or ashamed to live up to it, to play the game by its rules. so the walk to school was longer the next morning, having to make a detour to print out several copies of her extensive curriculum for a high school student.

the sky was gray, it looked like the light of the day before it was just an illusion, a bad joke. she was quieter than usual too, a flood of thoughts invading her senses. hyunjin noticed that since the tutor session started, she barely looked at him, it didn't seem like she was there at all.

the source of his questions was satisfied when he opened a folder she had held out to him, where the chemistry exercises for the next class were supposed to be. instead, he was only faced with the endless curriculums.

“i think…” he started after a few seconds of just staring at the folder. “i think you gave me the wrong folder”

that sparked the girl's first real reaction that day. her eyes widened slightly and she quickly reached for her backpack and dug around vigorously until she pulled out a folder identical to the one in his hands. she switched the two, extending it the correct one this time, but no words escaped her lips.

"are you looking for a job?" the exercises have been completely ignored and set aside, and he places his elbows on the table and stretches to get closer to her.

“are you looking for an excuse not to do what you have to do?” she rolls her eyes but practically refuses to look at him. “like always…”

“come oooon” he says when he sees her trying to change the subject. “are you or not?”

“yes” she says after a few seconds of debating within herself whether or not to expose herself to him. hyunjin had a habit of digging into her thoughts and pulling out information that she definitely didn't want to speak aloud from her, a natural talent of the talkative boy. “what is it to you, anyway? the test is next week, you better study or else-”

“what kind of job are you looking for?” her words barely get through to him, and he seems strangely interested in it, which only meant one thing: he wasn't going to drop the subject until she'd told him everything he wanted to know.

"any type. one that gives money, preferably” he laughs at her sarcasm instead of taking offense.

“look…” he leans even further over the table, his blond hair falling in front of his eyes since he was without his usual sporty headband. “i think i know of a place that has been in need of some extra help for quite some time, do you want me to mention that i know of someone who is interested in the job?” he asks, a proud smile playing on his lips.

she looks at him with narrowed eyes for a few seconds, frown apparent on her face.

“no” she replies, simply, and hyunjin is extremely confused by her answer.

"no?" he questions, frown now on his own face.

"no"

"why not?"

“what is it to you?” she crosses her arms and walks away, leaning back in the antique library chair.

“what is it to me? what do you mean?" it just gets more confused.

“why do you care? this, the flyers, why do you keep doing these things for me?” she questions. that was something that had popped into her head more times than she liked. the strangeness of the attention that hyunjin gave her caused a pani in her system, an endless confusion. she needed answers. maybe it was just his personality, a savior complex, a teenage boy who considers himself invincible, a superhero. but what comes out of his mouth is not an option she found valid during all the time she invested thinking about the hypotheses.

“oh” when he realizes it, he gives a light chuckle as if he understands it completely. “because we” he points to both of them. "we are friends"

she blinks a few times looking at him in disbelief.

“what?” is what manages to escape your lips.

“friends” he opens a big smile.

“since when?”

“since we started doing this” he points to the table covered with books and notes. “duh”

“is this your concept of friendship?” she asks, genuinely, pushing back the chair and cringing a little.

“what is yours?” he retorts, and she is overcome with a strange feeling. she had nothing to say to him about that and he knew it. “listen, there is nothing in it for me” he blurts out. “to me, we are friends. what you are doing for me means a lot, so i wanted to do the things in my power to repay you. i could never get better the way i’m getting if it weren't for you. because of that, let me set you up with an appointment at this place, i know the owner and he's genuinely been in need of more people for a while, so it wouldn’t hurt”

the sincerity in his voice brings an odd sense of comfort to her, the chance of getting a job sooner than expected also eases her shoulders.

“okay” is all she manages to say amid the unusual feelings of gratitude that bloom without her permission.

“i'll make get an interview for tomorrow right after school. i'll be at the gate waiting for you then let's go together. but listen, no running away huh?” he says, faking a hard face.

“okay,” she replies quietly, rolling her eyes. "i'll be there"

and she amazingly, to her own surprise, thought nothing of running away. when the bell rings the next day announcing the end of classes, she grabs her backpack and strides to the school entrance, not wanting to leave him waiting for her there and risk being late for her interview.

her storm of thoughts is brutally interrupted when, already outside the school, she feels her wrist being held by someone.

“my god, you walk fast don't you?” minho pulls his tie down and loosens it, taking a deep breath trying to recover. “why are you in such a hurry?” he asks, but her attention is diverted to his fingers that are still holding her wrist, even though he made her stop and give him attention, he didn't make any move to break the contact.

her eyes take in the scene warily, the way his hand circles her arm so close to her hand, the audacity of his touch, as if he could touch her whenever he wanted.

“what do you want?” she asks, taking his hand off her arm and taking a step back. “i don't have time today, minho”

“well, it's good that what i have to tell you is quick and you'll love to know” he takes a step forward, recovering the distance she created between the two of them, a goofy smile appearing on his face as usual, holding a secret behind those rosy lips, something only she could know, only she could hear. "i-"

“y/n!” she hears someone calling her further ahead, where the entrance gate is. hyunjin is in his team uniform like he usually is, his duffel bag slung lazily over his shoulders. he comes running towards the two, and the air around them changes completely, along with minho's mood that seems to shatter in seconds. "there you are. come on, we can't be late” he says when he arrives right in front of the two. when hyunjin finally sees minho next to her, a friendly smile appears on his face. “hey man”

“i’m talking to her” is the only answer minho is willing to give, his barriers coming up in a matter of seconds.

y/n starts to think that hyunjin is immune to hostility, as his good mood doesn't waver, his posture remains standing tall as ever.

“sorry to interrupt you two, but we kinda have something” he points at you, and minho's icy gaze hits her skin in a way it never has before.

“it's not like i was dying to talk to you anyway” she whispers to minho, adjusting her backpack on her shoulders and walks over to hyunjin. “you'll have many other opportunities to try to drive me mad, but i’m busy today"

instead of minho's standard sarcastic response, she only gets silence. a weird look comes to his eyes as they flit from her to hyunjin, then back to her again. he takes a little step back with his lips pressing together, as if he's been betrayed.

“okay” is all he says before turning around and disappearing into the school once more. something weird rises in her chest, a feeling she can't explain, almost guilt. but it was obvious that there was something wrong with his own head. why would I feel guilty about telling minho off? him leaving her alone was all she wanted, or at least that's what she thought she did.

“come on, let’s go” hyunjin pokes her on the shoulder to get her attention, and the two start walking side by side. “it's a good walk”

y/n had never walked with anyone after school before, but the walk was strangely quiet and pleasant. when they passed a children's school, a group of kids pointed at hyunjin and started talking loudly about his hair, the different and striking color.

she never had a friend before, and she wondered if this was how it was supposed to be.

“the owner of this place is my cousin. it's a cafe” he brings up the subject for the first time during the journey. “as it is in a very rich part, it is practically only old people who go there, so it will be very easy”

in front of the cafe, the part of being in a very wealthy neighborhood does justice to the architecture there. elderly couples and small families tend the tables, and the smell of coffee that fills her nostrils as soon as they step inside overwhelms her senses.

“sooo, what did you think?” hyunjin asks her, putting his hands on his hips and looking around with a proud smile.

“i like it”

stay tuned for chapter 12! new chapters every sunday ☆

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#skz #stray kids #hyunjin #lee minho x reader #pei writes #lee minho x you #leeknow #lee know x reader #lee know x you #skz headcanons

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bellsnuit · 2 years

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Unexpected future: Andy Barber/Reader (6/6)

Summary:As a single mother of a six-year-old, you decide to move out after realizing that his father, Ari Levinson, simply didn’t have you both as a priority.In the twists and turns of life, you meet Andy Barber but your job makes things complicated, especially when you work with his son and see his ex-wife several times.

If you like, I would be so grateful if you reblog or comments to interact ( I love to share your thoughts) Also, let me know if you wanna be tagged on every chapter to be remembered.

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Summer was coming to end and everything was so good. You had had an amazing vacation, with little getaways to a cottage and the beach. Andy had made everything better.

Mason was now seven years old, a birthday which Ari attended but noticed the remoteness of his son. Mason was clear: "What's the point if he's leaving me later?" He was passing bills to him for the pain he was causing.

If there was one thing you didn't know, it was when Ari showed up to talk to Andy. He agreed and left the house, without telling you where he was going. He spent the rest of the day with the man's words in his head, just remembering what he said every time he looked at you or Mason.

He understood, he understood what he had told him, when one summer afternoon, after spending the whole weekend playing with Mason, and in Jacob's absence because he was on vacation with his mother, he was carrying him to bed sleepily in his arms, and upon depositing him, the boy mumbled a "Thank you daddy Andy" And he... How could he refuse what he didn't want to do? He had simply felt the bond and knew how much the child needed it, he was always warned of that. And he accepted it.

Days later, you were going with Mason who was in the shopping cart, weeks before the end of the summer. He'd eat a pack of gummies that you'd have to pay for when you got to the checkout, and obviously, it would be empty. "Can we go get Dad Andy?"

You still hadn't fully processed that one, and the truth is, it was all happening because you were afraid. Afraid that Andy would break his heart too "Mason..."

"But he lets me tell him like this" you sighed, not wanting to continue that conversation.

"We'll meet him at the house."

"Who?" a voice asked and you turned, seeing Andy standing behind you with a smile.

"Daddy Andy!" Mason stood up from the car and you went to grab him so he wouldn't fall, but Andy had already lifted him into his arms.

"Hey champ" Andy walked over to you and deposited a short kiss on your lips.

"Gross" you laughed at your son's grimace, Andy did too and tickled that belly.

"Were you guys shopping?" Mason nodded. "Can I join?"

"Only if you go for the water" Andy winked at you to make himself of the cart and walk with Mason on his arm. You sighed and soon after tracked them down again. "Yeah, we're going for Jacob tomorrow, you think? You're coming with me" Mason nodded scratching his nose.

"It's boring when Jacob isn't home" you heard Mason say as you set the things you had in your arms inside the car.

"True, you have no one to play with" Andy assured. "But you already have today to watch your movie."

"Popcorn!" yelled Mason.

Andy looked at you and you nodded "Right, I forgot about the popcorn" you assured raising your arms guiltily to turn towards the gondolas.

And in the evening, you were inside the dressing room looking for the sleeping shirt that you couldn't find. "Mason is already asleep" he announced and looked at you "What are you doing there?"

"Have you seen my sleep shirt?"

"You mean my t-shirt you wear to sleep?" you sensed his tone of amusement and turned to him. "No, but I'll figure it out for you quick" he assured removing the one he was wearing and holding it out to you. You took it but looked at him bare-chested. "What?"

"Do I look like I'll settle for leftovers?" you smiled and Andy denied it.

"Of course not" squeezing you into the closet, he moved in to deposit a kiss on your lips as he wrapped his hands around your hips. You broke away to look into his blue eyes and he returned to your lips. "Tell me tonight is our night," he asked somewhat amused.

You rolled your eyes "Lie back on the bed".

"My girl in charge, how I love it" he placed a kiss on your lips before going to do as you had ordered. And as his hands ran up and down your naked body, up and down, you felt a shiver run through your body after realizing how far you had come since you had arrived: you had found someone, you had someone worthwhile by your side, and had established a family. Daddy Andy.

Daddy Andy. Mason wasn't even waiting for Ari anymore. And the only thing that snapped you out of those thoughts, was when Andy wrapped his arms around you to move under him, turning over on the bed. "You left in the middle of sex, I don't think you came like I wanted you to. what's wrong?" he noticed something was wrong. He kissed your bare shoulder and you felt him move, but you clung to his arm.

"Don't leave" you murmured closing your eyes, feeling his cock in you. "I want... let me feel you" was stupid.

"Okay, but it would be nice if you talked to me. What's wrong?" you wiggled your hips and felt Andy's gasp as you slid up and down, onto the sheets. "Honey."

"Andy, please, just keep going."

"But you don't seem to be with your head here" he murmured.

You opened your eyes, bringing your hands up to his face "Then bring me, damn it, Andy. Come on" this one saw how your eyes pleaded and nodded.

"But then we'll talk" his mouth kissed your neck again and you moaned as he pulled out, but he moved his mouth down your stomach.

Your thoughts were erased at that moment, but Andy already knew something was wrong with you so as he finished and threw himself on the bed next to you, clinging to him, he made it clear he wanted to talk to you.

He left a few minutes in silence "Come on, tell me."

You sighed "It's just stupid."

"If you think about it too hard, it's not"

You couldn't look at him, but you settled into his body "It's Mason"

"What about him?" Andy ran a hand through your hair. "Is it because of today? Honey, I don't mind him stealing my clothes" he laughed and smiled slightly at you.

"Andy, he calls you daddy" the man stopped laughing and took a breath.

"Do you think that's wrong?"

You bit your lip, running your fingers over his bare chest as you avoided looking at him "I feel like... it's all too good and I've never had anything so stable, so every day, and I'm afraid I don't have it anymore"

This one nodded "Well I won't be good at many things, there are several things I can't be sure of, as well as swearing to you that we'll be together all our lives. I love it, but neither of us knows the future circumstances, however, I swear to you with my life, that I love Mason too. To me he is so much more than your son; I have spent months with him every day, watching him grow, and sharing moments with him. The way he took me with affection, and trust, to me, is worth everything. And despite all the things that life may involve, I assure you that there will be nothing that will not make me fight for him. As long as I am in this life, I will make sure that no one lacks anything. I decided to take care of Mason too. It's my choice, and it's not going to change in twenty years."

Your eyes completely glazed over but you were unable to look at Andy to show him that you had started to cry. "You really are making us happy, Andy" you felt his hand stop stroking your hair when he heard you cry and he brought his hand up to your face to make you look at him. "But sometimes I'm just afraid Ari will come back, break it again, feel betrayed and destabilize Mason. The process that you were a part of too. And shit, Andy. You deserve the title of father, of course, you do, I just never expected anyone to give Mason so much place in their life either" you brought your hands to your face. "My god, I love you so much Andy" you had a build-up of feelings.

Andy stirred on the bed "I haven't told you this before, but before Ari left, he asked to meet me" you pulled your hands from your face, and with tears, you looked at him confused. You sat on the bed, him still resting, but knowing he had your attention. "He was serious...and I never felt like this was good or relevant for you to know, that maybe I could keep this and handle it. Apparently, Mason talked to him before he started calling me in that way" Andy saw your lost face " I just...I don't know, in a way I think something happened with them because when I sat across from Ari he told me he was fucking hurt and didn't know what he does, did or will do with his life" he took a breath "He confessed to me that he loved you, and I think you noticed too that he never stopped, but he said it to my face. He said he loved you and Mason, but that he also knew that he hadn't seen you as happy as you were now. He said he was conscious of the fact that he was Mason's biological father, but that he had never raised him nearly as much as I had in those months" this one stirred and sat up in bed, nodding as he looked at you dumbfounded "That if...he told me that if at one point the situation got serious if it ever came to that if Mason felt confident and the feeling to put me as his father figure, he would understand. He made it clear that it was going to hurt, that it already hurt, but that even so, he knew Mason deserved that kind of family, that kind of happiness, that kind of treatment."

"Andy" you mumbled and he denied it, wanting you to let him finish.

"He asked me to take care of you, both of you, and to always remember not to do the same idiocy he did. He asked me to never turn my back on you. And... he was speaking to me with pain, but also with sincerity. At what point does one go so far as to stand in front of the current partner of the woman you started a family with to ask that? I can't assure you of anything in life, sweetheart, but I assure you that you're never going to go through loneliness like that again, Mason is never going to be alone again."

Your tears were streaming from your eyes steadily, stunned and stricken with feelings. And sitting on the bed, he let you cry making it clear that he was going to stay by your side.

.........

Three months later, you were back from shopping. The song hummed in your head. "Love?" shouted Andy from upstairs.

"It's me" you assured.

"I'll be right down" you smiled, assuming he was upstairs playing with Mason. Your phone rang and you gathered your bags together to pick up the cell phone. Your teenage patient started crying in your ear, and forgetting everything, you dropped the bags on the table and headed for the office.

Ten minutes later, you managed to calm her down and help her, still alert. But your head went spinning when you entered the kitchen. Andy was still in his work clothes, and he was tired: he'd spent the last week barely sleeping on a case, and you understood that but there he was, with dark circles under his eyes, his beard unkempt, and he wasn't even out for a run anymore, so you got up early, got coffee for him, ironed his uniform, made elaborate meals, or just made up his side of the bed. Whatever you did, he always noticed and thanked you for it, kissing your lips, your head, or caressing you whenever he could.

But this time, walking into the kitchen, you saw him totally lost and bent over. He felt you coming and sighed, looking up at you. "I was... taking out the groceries" he mumbled and took a breath. "I know I've been a little lost and full of work, but there are things I'd completely give up if you need me. Like Mason being sick, or this" Andy pulled out the pregnancy test box and you swallowed spittle, not moving. Your eyes collided with his, and he scratched his cheek "Do you really think you could be?"

"No... I didn't want you to find out like this. No, don't make a big deal out of it" you denied and he just untensed his body, dropped it sighing tiredly.

"Honey, you don't have to do any of this alone. I'm...I'm here. A little gone and tired from work, but...let's see, if you have symptoms and you believe, well, in calculations you can have about three weeks"

"Andy" you walked over to him to take the test from his hand, but he was serious and raised his arm. You looked at him in surprise, but he didn't change his seriousness.

"No. No. And no. We're a healthy couple who figure things out together. If you need anything, I'm there. If I need anything, you're there. If Mason needs something, we're both there. If Jacob needs anything, we're both there. If you have a doctor, we both have a doctor. If you have to take a pregnancy test, we'll do it together" had sounded excessive, but you had gotten his point.

"Andy, it's nothing" but even if you understood his point, you weren't going to put your pride aside. You stretched to reach for him, but Andy stretched his arm out further. "God, don't be an idiot" fear betrayed your words.

He looked at you "If you think you're pregnant?"

"I... I don't know" he raised an eyebrow, still serious. "God yes, Andy. I'm sure, now please give me that" you begged.

"How far behind are you?" he asked and you didn't speak. "Love..."

"A month" you mumbled and watched as he opened his eyes.

"A month!" his voice rose in surprise. "Let's go to the bathroom" he started walking and you followed him.

"Andy, there's Mason, stop" you mumbled following him.

"He lives here. He's going to be here forever. He's playing with his toys. Don't make excuses" he even stopped walking.

"Andy stop it."

This one turned halfway down the hall, and knowing Mason was nearby, he pointed his finger at you in a warning and serious "Regardless of what the blessed outcome is, we're going to talk" he warned you.

"Why are you treating me like you're challenging me?"

"Because you were going to hide it from me."

"I wasn't going to do that!" you spoke slapping your hands against your legs in the complaint.

"Yes, yes you were going to do that because you didn't want me to see this" Mason peeked out the door and you both turned your heads. The boy laughed as he saw his father with something in his hand and his mother complaining.

"Dad are you bothering mom?" asked Mason amused. And it had been a while since he had stopped being "Dad Andy," to just being "Dad."

Andy didn't help but smile at the boy and nodded "Yes I am" he assured, winking at him. "Go turn on the console and load up the game I'll play with you now, champ" Mason nodded with a grin and then turned the door back and you looked indignantly at Andy. He pointed at you in a warning and put his fingers to his lips so you wouldn't speak loudly, and again pointed you to the bathroom so he could go in himself.

Of course, when the kids found out they celebrated as if it was the best game they had ever won, but Andy... he just had a sparkle in his eyes that you had never seen before, and quickly his tiredness seemed to last only a moment, he was back to his normal state only happier. And how the fuck could you not be excited about that too?

He almost rolled on the hospital floor when he found out it was going to be a girl, and you really just didn't understand what his need was to go around telling everyone: he'd even come bearing gifts from people at work that you'd never met, just because he kept talking about having a girl.

Of course, that didn't help Mason and Jacob, who had even come to you with congratulations from the headmistress once you had picked them up. And what about drawings? You had a lot done.

...

"Please, we're all late in this house!" the morning's consuming despair was all over you. "Kids!" your voice boomed up the staircase.

"Come on, come on, get up!" one of your arms hugged the six-month-old baby upright, and she only looked for her father at the sound of the voice. The doorbell rang, and you walked to the door praying you wouldn't fight with the neighbor after the fact that they had been noisy late, specifically the children. However, you took a breath.

"Ari" this one blinked and made a slight smile bringing his eyes to the little girl.

"She's born already" he mumbled somewhat surprised, aware that the last time he came to your house he wasn't expecting you to be pregnant. And yet it hurt like shit and he tried not to think about it, and accept that his son was also calling Andy daddy. And now, now he was looking at you with a beautiful chubby baby girl in your arms.

"It's Saturday!" complained Mason from upstairs.

"Yeah, I know, but it's also not my fault that your school does this event" Andy quickly went downstairs. "Oh, Ari, how are you?" Andy reached over to greet him with a handshake but quickly averted his gaze as his daughter began whimpering in her mother's arms and stretching out to her father. Andy looked at her, and Ari even replied "Okay, I've got you" Andy settled his clothes as he took his daughter in his arms. "Are you both ready yet?"

"Is this a bad time?" asked Ari with a certain grimace.

"Umh no, just...it's a school event" you spoke and looked at Andy, who had his gaze on the little girl.

"Dad?" Andy heard Mason's voice and didn't turn, knowing it wasn't towards him this time. Ari averted his gaze to Mason with a big smile, forgetting about the pain he had as a kick in his chest.

"Mason" Ari watched as this one approached with a certain smile and hugged him. Sure, he was no longer the little boy running desperately, but the hug was still with love.

"Dad, I can't find my jacket" Jacob's shouted tapping his feet to make everyone look. Andy sighed.

"Jacob, those aren't the clothes I gave you" he assured "If your mother sees you in those, you know she's not going to be happy at all."

"But I can't find anything!" of course, Jacob and Mason were already at the moment of tantrums.

"Come on, let me help you" you blurted out to rush over to the boy, and halfway up the stairs, you realized you had left Ari and Andy downstairs alone, but the latter managed just fine.

"Did you come for the school day?" Mason looked at Ari.

"Uh I-" Ari stammered uncertainly and Andy spoke up : "Yeah, came for that" Ari, with his hand on Mason's shoulder, saw Andy who nodded slightly.

"Mason!" the shout of yours got the boy's attention. Andy watched the boy with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" the child quickly climbed the ladder.

"Yo, hum- congratulations" Ari pointed to the baby as he spoke to Andy.

"Oh thank you. Right, you didn't get to meet her" he recalled and grimaced as the baby tugged at his cheeks "It's family day...I think you should go."

"I've never been to one of those" Ari confessed and Andy grimaced.

"Don't worry, they're no fun at all" Andy felt the girl's stomach and quickly pushed her away, leaning her forward slightly. Ari looked at him and soon understood the reflexes by the time the girl vomited towards the floor. "Thank you, sweetie. Thank you" Andy murmured relieved that the little girl hadn't thrown up her second set of clothes in the span of an hour.

Andy quickly grabbed a rag to wipe the floor, ignoring the look on Ari's face who didn't even feel to move.

"We're all in" both men turned their heads to see you coming downstairs with both children. Andy smiled at you, walked over to you, and told you he had told Ari to go. You looked at him and nodded, not entirely convinced either.

"So, Mason, you're going with Ari?" you looked at Ari to confirm that. Mason looked at him and he nodded in agreement.

"If you want, I have the car out front" spoke Ari changing his plans completely.

"I want to go too!" Jacob demanded.

"No Jacob, n-" Ari quickly interrupted, looking at Andy and nodded, "If you let him, no problem" he clarified and Andy saw the look on his son's face. "Well, if Ari agrees, yes. But you behave yourself."

"So... I go to school?" asked Ari looking at you.

"Yeah, we're already out too" you assured, and Ari walked out with both kids. "Do you think that's a good idea?"

Andy shrugged and kissed your lips "Don't overthink it, honey."

"I wasn't expecting you to come today."

He shook his head and wrinkled his nose "We never really expected it" you snort and then lowered your gaze to the little girl. "Besides, Alycia is happy to feel like an only child for a few minutes" I smiled to deposit a kiss on Andy's lips.

"Shall we?"

And maybe it wasn't the best thing for Mason to have Ari's absence, but what he never lacked again was the absence of a father. Nor of a family.

And you never felt that void of loneliness ever again, happy with the family that had overshadowed your saddest days.

A family you had never expected.

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thwipsnapped · 10 months

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REPOST & LIST 6 SONGS THAT INSPIRE YOU TO WRITE YOUR MUSE .

Saw You In A Dream by The Japanese House / earth-65 ━━ I saw you in a dream, you had stayed the same. You were beckoning me; said that I had changed. Tried to keep my eyes closed; I want you so bad, then I awoke and it was so sad. Haven't talked to you in months, and I thought that I might cry, but I'm not that kind of guy. I saw you in a dream, you came to me. You were the sweetest apparition; such a pretty vision. There was no reason, no explanation, the perfect hallucination. All good things come to an end, but I thought that this might last.

All I Wanted by Paramore / earth-65 ━━ I could follow you to the beginning, just to relive the start, And maybe then we'd remember to slow down at all of our favorite parts. All I wanted was you. All I wanted was you. All I wanted was you. All I wanted was you. All I wanted was you.

Institutionalized by Suicidal Tendencies / atsv earth-65 ━━ Sometimes I try to do things and it just doesn't work out the way I want it to. And I get real frustrated, and like, I try hard to do it. And I like, take my time, but it just doesn't work out the way I want it to. It's like, I concentrate on it real hard, but it just doesn't work out. And everything I do and everything I try, it never turns out. It's like, I need time to figure these things out, but there's always someone there going, "Hey Mike, you know, we've been noticing you've been having a lot of problems lately, you know. And you should maybe get away, and like maybe you should talk about it, you'll feel a lot better." And I go, "No it's okay, you know, I'll figure it out. Just leave me alone; I'll figure it out. You know, I'll just work it out myself." And they go, "Well, you know if you want to talk about it, I'll be here, you know. And you'll probably feel a lot better if you talk about it, so why don't you talk about it?" And I go, "No I don't want to, I'm okay. I'll figure it out myself." And they just keep bugging me!

Dark Red by Steve Lacy / earth-616 ━━ Something bad is 'bout to happen to me. I don't know it, but I feel it coming. // What if she's fine? It's my mind that's wrong. And I just let bad thoughts linger for far too long. Don't you give me up, please don't give up. Honey, I belong, with you, only you, baby. Only you, my girl. Only you, babe. Only you, my girl.

Wasteland, Baby! by Hozier / earth-616 ━━ All the things yet to come are the things that have passed. Like the holding of hands; like the breaking of glass. Like the bonfire that burns, that all words in the fight fell to. Wasteland, baby. I'm in love; I'm in love with you. And I love too, that love soon might end. Be known in its aching.

Lovers Rock by TV Girl / earth-616 ━━ If you start to kiss and the record skips, flip it over and sit a little closer. But if you're too drunk to drive and the music is right, she might let you stay, but just for the night. And if she grabs for your hand, and drags you along. She might want a kiss before the end of the song. Because love can burn like a cigarette and leave you alone with nothing. And leave you alone with nothing. ("Now, how many men have you kissed?") ("Very few.") ("But you offered me a kiss. Why?") ("Such a foolish reason, I'm afraid. I just wanted to kiss you.")

& 6 QUOTES THAT INSPIRE YOU TO WRITE YOUR MUSE.

There's no problem so awful, that you can't add some guilt to it and make it even worse. ━━ Bill Watterson / atsv earth-65

Wasn't friendship its own miracle, the finding of another person who made the entire lonely world seem somehow less lonely? ━━ Hanya Yanagihara / earth-616

Oh yeah things are shitty all over but that lingering 20 year knowledge of your old childhood friend's land-line number can only be credited to love's enduring nature ━━ Hozier (twitter) / earth-65

My entire life feels like running after something that keeps moving away into the distance, while I stay in the same place... and I guess proximity counts for a lot right now. ━━ Night in the Woods / atsv earth-65

‘Her voice is full of money,’ he said suddenly. That was it. I’d never understood it before. It was full of money—that was the inexhaustible charm that rose and fell in it, the jingle of it, the cymbals’ song of it. ━━ The Great Gatsby / earth-616

We pull our boots on with both hands but we can't punch ourselves awake and all I can do is stand on the curb and say "Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine." ━━ Richard Siken / earth-65

tagged by : the ever-so-lovely @arachnidiots tagging : anybody reading this! <3

#baby i’m high octane. (dash games.)

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jamesirius · 2 years

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People show up at the dragon reserve a lot. Out of nowhere, ghosts in the night, passing ships seeking a lighthouse. Most of them are strays, orphans, rescues. Kids running from something or chasing themselves. Charlie's got used to it. The house he shares with his best friends on the outskirts of the reservation is always teeming with people who don't pay rent, who stick around for the good food, the music, the fierce love of it all. The dragons.

Something about them just calls to people. Still, it's a rare day that someone from England shows up at his door.

Hannah Abbott is small. Charlie's not the tallest Weasley by far, towered over by Bill and Percy and Ron easily, but the war and the pregnancies have left Hannah a waif. He's inherited a sense for knowing when people need to eat from his mother, and at his house, there's always free dinner ready.

He brings her in, takes her out to the porch. She seems too jumpy to be comfortable in the easy, chaotic soundscape that is his roommates, but the warm open Romanian night soothes her a little bit. Peels back the fear and the frost on her.

She drinks his homemade hot cocoa in full before he can coax the story out of her in bits and pieces. The wedding ring, left on her dresser with an apology that will never be enough. The children, still sleeping soundly while their father weeps. Her mother's vandalized grave. The terror of motherhood, the taste of it sick in her mouth. He can see it all over her. People come to the dragons because they are afraid, deep down, and want something bigger to be afraid of.

He'd been like that, once. The First War had haunted him since he was ten years old, unable to forget the sound his mother had made when she'd found out her brothers were dead. Unable to forget how helpless he felt looking into his youngest brother's face, Ron only one year old and so unaware of the world changing around him, wondering how he was going to protect him if it ever happened again. Knowing, now, that he hadn't.

The dragons give a face to that fear inside you, turn it into metal. Charlie takes Hannah and shows her his dragon, Bellona the gold-scaled Opaleye, watches her as she stares up at the beast. Bellona had been scared, too, when Charlie had met her. Nearly burned his face off the first time he tried to touch her. Seeing something that big, that brave, that dangerous so scared, it changes something inside you. The knowledge that you're allowed to be scared, too.

People don't get better overnight, not here and not anywhere. Hannah doesn't eat properly for a month, but Charlie keeps bringing her food anyway. She doesn't touch a dragon for two months. His name is Leonidas, the one who chooses her. Red-scaled and angry and frightened. Dragons choose the people who mirror them, Charlie knows. The people who need them the most.

A lot of the people who show up at the reserve end up leaving. They get what they need and move on. Not everyone's made for this life.

But Hannah, the first time she rides a dragon, six months in, her hair golden in the sky and her hands on Leonidas' red scales, everything about her glittering -- she's meant for this. He can see it in her face. Something worth staying for, for the girl who gave up on everything.

#charlie weasley #hannah abbott #hp fic #fuck up the epilogue verse #my writing

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apparitionisms · 2 years

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LENNON SOLO.

good morning, deadwood, saul coming through your radios. we’ve got bzzz something interesting today! let’s all say hello to LENNON SOLO, where are you listening today, hm? probably the same place you always do. yeah, i know all about you: 27 years old, a deadwood LOCAL, a PHOTOGRAPHER FOR THE PAPER, your favorite song is WUTHERING HEIGHTS BY KATE BUSH. i’ll play that next, just for you, how’s about that? i’m not meant to show preferential treatment but i feel like i really know you. i know you can be CURIOUS and GENTLE, although folks say you can also be DISTANT and PARANOID. but who are any of us to judge, LENNON? we all have our bad days. don’t you worry about a thing, let’s get your song rolling early. here it goes, enjoy!

full name: lennon solo nickname(s): none that he knows of name meaning: lover, blackbird, cloak age: twenty-seven date of birth: october 25th place of birth: deadwood, washington current location: deadwood, washington gender: cis-man pronouns: he/him sexuality: homosexual religion: atheist occupation: works as a photographer for the paper, does his own commissions outside of that though education level: high school and community college financial status: honestly he’s trying his best but not great spoken languages: english, spanish voiceclaim: jacob elordi

inspos: dani clayton (the haunting of bly manor), tk strand (911 lone star), jeremy gilbert (the vampire diaries don’t look at me), jess mariano (gilmore girls, but season 6 jess mariano specifically), charlie kelmeckis (the perks of being a wallflower), fleabag (fleabag), peter parker (spider-man)

BIOGRAPHY / HEADCANONS.

tw: mentions of a character’s parents who has alzheimers.

─── ➤ lennon was born from robert ‘bobby’ solo and his best friend veronica hayworth. the two were inseparable as kids and even more so as adults, though there were never any romantic feelings involved (due to ronnie being a lesbian with a partner), it had happened because bobby wanted to be a dad and ronnie needed the money.

─── ➤ (lennon is close to ronnie but there’s no maternal love between the two of them)

─── ➤ lennon’s dad was once a well respected editor in chief at the post but about two years ago he was diagnosed with early on set alzheimers. pretty much gutted lennon, because it was his dad that had helped him get the job at the post and now it was like he was trying to preserve whatever parts of him that he could. it doesn’t feel the same without him there but he has no choice but to continue on.

─── ➤ he takes care of his dad while continuing with his job and he does a lot of freelance work outside of the post knowing damn well that it’s a good job but it doesn’t pay the bills. ronnie helps when she can especially when it comes to spending time with his dad making sure that he’s okay.

─── ➤ aside from that, he’s a pretty quiet and keeps to himself mostly, doesn’t drink but smokes a lot of weed, rides a skateboard pretty much anywhere that he can, is currently making a film of his dad but it’s nothing serious at the moment, he just wants to have it for himself in the likely event that his father passes. he’s the kind of guy to take photos of pretty much any moment just to have them. he’s very melancholy kind of guy and cares way too goddamn much about everything. loves very deeply but finds it hard to make connections with people because he’s afraid of getting hurt!

─── ➤ lowkey wishes that he had that motherly relationship with ronnie, because she’s like the cool aunt more than anything but he respects her wishes because her and her partner didn’t want children but they do deeply love lennon. they spend a lot of time together with their dad doing his memory exercises.

─── ➤ lennon had an identity crisis about his photography about a year ago thinking that maybe the only reason why he liked doing photography was because he got to spend time with his dad.

─── ➤ personality wise, he’s a big protestor, goes to all the ones that he believes in to take photos to document but also because he think it’s important, cares very deeply about a lot of the current issues especially because he is gay (his father when he came out made him a cake that said, ‘yay you’re gay!’ at sixteen). he loves giving back to the community anyway that he can, on the weekends you’ll most likely see him at the farmers market or the comic book shop (he has read most of the x-men issues and wants to one day make a comic of his own since it was a thing that him and his dad bonded on when he was a kid.) he’s very much a gentle giant.

─── ➤ lennon cares very deeply about each missing person’s case this town seems to bring and thinks its strange that no one seems to care that much because it happens so often, he tries to lend his services for free for families that feel lost.

─── ➤ he has been commissioned to try and capture a lot of these entities and he’s gotten a few questionable photos but whether people believe in them or not is up to him -- but a job is a job and if you pay him he’ll pretty much attempt to take any pictures of them.

#deadwood.intro #there is he... my tall giant <3 #my lil tree meow meow

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tinatribeca · 9 months

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Life Update 9/4/23

Blessed. I have realized to be grateful for everything that I do have in a time like this. Loneliness has been a state of mind for a very long time but I'm happy to say that although I am now at 3 years single, I'm not feeling as lonely. I have my moments but I am trying to embrace the fact that I am a single girl in one of the largest cities in the world and I'm blessed to be alive given everything I have been through this passed year. My mental health is also a lot better.

I'm definitely on dating apps and find myself swiping occasionally but I hate it. I'm so picky and with age I think I've grown to be even more picky. I pay all my bills, I have my own place, career, hobbies, I'm a musician, I like to travel, I like to be at peace...

I need an addition. Not a takeaway. I need an addition that also respects the art world.

I've been going on dates. I always find something wrong with them, and usually never see them again. I'm trying to have more of an open mind.

Maybe the person for me is not on a dating app.

I'm waiting to be sitting at Starbucks where a Michael B Jordan lookalike walks up to me and starts talking about how much he also loves cubism art, iced caramel macchiatos, and Don Miguel Ruiz.

I doubt that will ever happen.

I speak to my mom often. We are a lot better than we were earlier this year. She is doing a lot better. She seems happy.

I deleted a few post from harder times a while back, which I regret because I can't look back at them and have my moment of self reflection BUT... why live in regret? I deleted a lot of my previous life updates which sucks but I'm back at it again and hoping to give as many as I can so that I can really reflect and utilize my blog.

Living alone in New York has taught me a lot. I've seen my super more times this year than I've seen my own mother. This apartment has its moments where it takes work to upkeep like yesterday the toilet was flushing non stop... I could literally hear it flushing from my bedroom.

Take a rent stabilized apartment in Brooklyn and you will definitely have the quirkiest moments.

I don't see my friends as often which sucks. Every one is doing their own thing. I'm starting to get used to this. Adulthood.

I took my father to dinner Friday for his birthday. a $200 birthday gift, he ordered every appetizer her wanted, dinner, dessert, you name it lol. I allowed it, he deserved it.

There was a guy at the next table checking me out in front of his girlfriend, also in front of my dad. It was flattering. A moment of me realizing hey, I must be attractive. The guy proceeded to also involve himself in me and my fathers conversations occasionally. At a specific point I thought to myself he might as well have sat in my lap. Me and my dad laughed about it once they left. I'm glad we both can laugh at things that other parents wouldn't find funny.

I didn't mention my father has cancer.

I haven't told many people. I didn't tell him that he looks more tired lately. We took a shot together that night and it was a reminder of him still being here. My father has always been someone I consider very close to me. Its hard knowing he's getting older and I pray that he heals and gets passed this diagnosis. There are moments where I am afraid he won't see me get married, have kids... The what if comes to mind.

I try to be honest in these posts but its hard knowing that in times where I'm thinking:

Wow I surpassed a lot...

Something else comes up. Another hiccup. Another moment of:

Shit. There goes life trying to kick my ass again.

He has a lot more testing to do and I'm here, hoping for the best.

Nevertheless, I am fine. Good even. I'm starting to accept the things I cannot change. This year was also a hard health year for me too - mentally, physically, etc. I had a lot of moments where I was very upset with life.

I'm in a better place accepting and embracing all things I cannot change. Hopefully next life update I have nothing but good news.

#thoughts

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nomadphoebe · 11 months

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“If only there were a plate of fried rice here Pheebs.”

B, my roommate, pinched my left arm while I was listening to M. by Anil Emre Daldal, I’ve been listening to this song for maybe 3 hours straight, completely zoning out in my head. I startled, splashing a few drops of coke on my laptop.

“Whattt?” I said, taken aback.

“I said I just wish there were a plate of fried rice here. I’m really craving it.”

I told her to wait for a minute. I put on my coat and went down the narrow street. The wind was strong, and the rain was heavily fell on my shoulders. The yellow lights at the entrance of the alley made the road seem endless.

I wedged all the rags into the door cracks and hung my clothes in the early hours of dawn for three days straight to avoid the nightly rain. I changed my bed sheets and pillow covers, yet the cold rain at night still instills fear in me. Please don’t get me wrong, I usually love the rain, but these days, I'm afraid it will stir up emotions I'd rather not experience. This room is filled with gaps by the window, much like the crevices in my heart with each passing season.

I'm terrified of hearing her cough every single night. Its echoes pierce the silence of the night like a desperate cry for help. I am worried about her sinus disease, which causes her to struggle to breathe when the seasons change. Her feet are always cold. I don't know what I can do for her, so I gave her my mismatched socks to keep her feet warm. I don't have anything left to offer.

I crouched down as the wind raged, sending my hair into a battle of its own across my face. I kept walking in the cold drizzle without an umbrella, my eyes fixed on the ground as usual.

The owner was surprised when I arrived this late at night, I seemed to be his very last customer today.

“Hi, one veg fried rice, less spicy, take away… I’m sorry, parcel. Please…”

You have to use the word “parcel” to let them know you want to take away your order. Otherwise they won’t understand.

I stood there, my gaze drawn to the flickering lights and his restless movements. I was wearing my friend’s slippers, my right sock had a hole in it, exposing my little toe. My t-shirt had tiny stains of color smeared on it by the kids, and there was also a big round hole in the hem of my t-shirt from my friend's cigarette butts. I haven't bought a new one yet since I have rent to pay, and I want to save up for the kids. I don't want to waste money. But I love plain and dark-colored t-shirts because they are easier to mix and match.

I really want to find a second job to earn more money. That way, I can buy more books for the kids to read, more crayons, more snacks, maybe even get them beds and air conditioners, and by the end of the month, I could possibly pay the increased electricity bill for them. Or maybe if fortune smiles upon me, I might become wealthier and provide them with a secure future. I chuckled at my own thoughts, who am I, after all, I’m just one in a billion.

I remember M, my Russian buddy. He used to work as a waiter in a café in Vientiane while backpacking. That day, it was pouring rain like today. M was helping customers park their cars, wearing a raincoat to shield himself from the wind. Some folks from the same hostel came to celebrate a birthday. They asked M how long he had been working there; he laughed, scratching his head, and said it had only been about two months. They chuckled: “You look suited for the job. You'll get used to it and to other things too."

"Will I get used to this, to that, and to everything?" M nonchalantly asked me.

I remained silent, sipping my coffee as I stared at him. The coffee in Laos wasn't as strong as the coffee in my hometown.

"There were times when I thought I was going to rob a bank because life was so miserable. But I know deep down that I lack the courage. I'm just a dumb college freshmen faraway from home with no one to depend on. I don't want to beg anyone for a single penny. Whatever I earn, I will spend it all, I'll keep some in a metal box in case of an emergency." he mumbled quietly, as if he were afraid someone would overhear our conversation and pass judgment on him.

M eventually quit his job and moved back to his hometown. On the day M left, he gave me a broken bicycle, almost beyond repair. He said the bike still worked fine, just needed a little fixing. Initially, I turned down the offer, knowing that I would have to take the bike to a repair shop and have it fixed. I wanted to avoid any form of human interaction at that moment. He asked me why I would waste time walking when I could ride it, I didn’t want to explain so I just accepted his gift. It was probably the most valuable thing I had at that moment. As valuable as a broken bottle I saved him from during a fight because he was drunk and got himself into trouble, leaving a small mark on my right forehead near the hairline. It reminded me of the way I used to lie on my left side in the hospital bed, staring out the window, thinking about my unfinished books, my career, and the days I had lost.

All of those thoughts quickly faded from my mind as I started my way back. People tell us that we should be optimistic and think positively because positive things will come to us through the universe. It's because they've never known what it's like to live in poverty. It's because they have never had to survive on instant noodles for the last ten days of the month. They have never had to live a bitter life walking in someone else's shoes on their own path.

Back in the day, M’s father single-handedly swept the entire table of food onto the ground when both M and their sister were starving. His mother had been gone for a very long time and never returned.

M flashed a hopeful smile. Praying someone would come back.

That was the last time I saw him. The boy with lemon hair and sky-blue eyes, we used to ride our motorbike from Hanoi to the farthest reaches of northern Vietnam, seeking moments of escape. Those memories are treasures I will forever hold close. He was one of the few individuals who truly get me, creating a bond that remains unbreakable.

———

But I kept walking, one step at a time, until I collapsed under the burden of my thoughts. Raindrops continued to pour onto my eyes in torrents. The icy breeze began to seep through my thin coat. Does this frigid void come from the rainy night, or is it within my little heart?

But I had bought B hot veg fried rice, and it was carefully placed into my coat pocket so that I could protect it from the raindrops. It would warm her stomach, maybe helping her get through this night. Perhaps I can hang in there for a little while longer, since I did something good. M was right, when you lack a sense of purpose, extending kindness and offering assistance can bring meaning to your own life while easing the struggles of others.

The city was cold, with chilly winds coming from every angle. I’ve never thought Hyderabad would get this freezing in a summer night.

There is no hasty fate written for me. No one sells me a cheap, dark-colored plain t-shirt.

So I huddled, clutching the wrapped fried rice tightly within the layers of my coat. Nurturing a thin ray of hope as I returned to that cramped room, the light would be on, she wouldn't cough, the food would still be warm, and the raindrops would be unable to penetrate the rags covering the cracks in the window.

I kept going because I understand that there is no one behind me to have my back...

#existential despair #how am i supposed to survive

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prettyboypucey · 3 years

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Weird ~ G.W.

Summary: George is gorgeous. Charlie is a meddler. The snow is cold. (this summary sucks...just read it)

Pairing: George Weasley x Y/N

Word Count: 2,404 (who do I think I am?)

Warnings: mentions of bullying. mentions of food/eating. george is unknowingly triggering? reader cries. idk? let me know if i missed something.

A/N: part 2? maybe? translations are for romanian via google translate. do not come for me if they are hella wrong.

Translations: draga - darling; dragoste - love; tampit - stupid

I had never been normal. From the time I was a toddler I had stars in my eyes and dirt on my knees. While the other kids in my grade were playing with dolls and dressing respectably, I was riding imaginary dragons and wearing mismatched socks with dungarees and a butterfly headband. Normalcy evaded me even further when at 11 years old, I got a letter declaring me a witch.

When I first came to Hogwarts I spent the majority of my time alone. It appeared that even children who could wave a stick around and makes things fly wanted nothing to do with the colorful little girl. Meeting Luna Lovegood in my second year was the best thing that had ever happened to me. Here was a girl who allowed me to be exactly who I was with no judgments. And then she introduced me to Neville Longbottom and Ginny Weasley, and suddenly that little girl who thought her only friends would always be the rocks she painted faces on, had found her people.

Of course, being friends with Ginny Weasley meant knowing her many brothers. So after graduation when I went off to Romania to work with dragons it made me feel slightly better knowing Charlie Weasley would be there. He quickly took me under his wing and became the older brother figure I had never had. After working together for three years, and electing to stay at the sanctuary for the last two over the holidays, he had finally convinced me to come home with him. I was reluctant to leave the sanctuary - the one place I truly feel safe (despite the massive fire breathing creatures).

Charlie had warned me that being with one or two of the Weasleys was very different from being with the entire Weasley clan. Obviously I knew Charlie and Ginny, Ron had always been nice to me, and I had met Molly a handful of times in passing. However, Bill was known to be quite intimidating, Percy was supposedly very no-nonsense, and the twins (albeit never cruel) had a reputation of being hell-raisers.

Apparating to the edge of a marsh with Charlie by my side I could see the rising structure haphazardly balanced slightly ahead.

Pausing, I glanced at the back of the familiar red covered head, “I don’t know Charles, maybe I should just go back. I really don’t want to be a burden.”

Charlie very quickly rounded behind me to continue guiding me towards his home, “No, no, no, no, no. No. You’re not a burden to anyone draga. Keep your head up and if any of them give you grief - remind them of the giant, winged beasts you can feed them to.”

Quickly placing a kiss to the side of my head Charlie bounded ahead again to open the door and announce your arrival. Before I could toe off the first boot to leave next to the dozen other pairs in the entryway, a pair of arms had flung around my neck.

“Y/N! I missed you so much!”, Ginny pulled back, keeping her grip on my shoulders, to inspect for any major injuries.

I held onto her elbows, keeping her close, “Hi Gin, I missed you too. A lot. I’m loving this new look by the way.”

She reached up to brush the now short locks behind her ears. A grin on her face as the two of us looked the other over for the first time in months. Ginny was wrapped in a pretty baby pink sweater with shades of red and white running through it. The material was soft against my palm as I hooked it around her crooked elbow to follow her into the living area.

“You know”, she started, “I was starting to think maybe Charlie had let you get eaten or burnt to a crisp in the land of dragons. It’s been so long since you’ve come to see me or left the sanctuary.”

“I’m sorry Ginny. It’s just that after everything, I had to keep myself busy.”

Ginny’s smile softened into one of understanding. The war had taken a part of all of us. Although Fred had recovered after many months, that fear of almost losing such a vital part of their family had rocked the entire Weasley family to its core.

“I get it, I do, but I worry about you. I just want you to know you’re not alone Y/N.”

I pulled the girl into another tight hug, “I know.”

Ginny pulled away first, clearing her throat, “Okay! Now that’s out of the way - it’s time to introduce the one and only Y/N L/N to the Weasley’s.”

I hummed, “Hmmm and which of us should be more scared?”

“Oh definitely the Weasleys.”

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Meeting the Weasley family had gone much better than expected.

Molly had opened her arms and home to me as if I was one of her own children. By the time the night was over she had me stuffed full of warm food and drink and donning my very own coveted Weasley sweater, the lavender initial in the middle marking it as my own. Arthur had been very interested in my muggle parents and upbringing, questioning me about the functions of a rubber duck. Bill and his wife Fleur were the most stunning couple I have ever seen, and not nearly as intimidating as people portrayed them. Fleur was pleased when she found out I spoke a bit of conversational French and promised to have me over to Shell Cottage (apparently they have an amazing collection of wind chimes that I am dying to see). Percy was a bit more refined. Completely polite and friendly but he seemed reserved. Ginny had explained in one of her letters how much guilt Percy carried after the Battle of Hogwarts over how he had behaved in the years leading up to that day.

The twins were much different than I remembered them being from the few times we were around each other in school. The physical differences were clear - George’s missing ear and Fred’s dragging limp were both signs of the prices they paid in the war. More than that however, they had matured greatly. They were still happy and made sure to pull at least two pranks over the night, poor Molly nearly lost her voice after they blew up the turkey. However, there was something in their eyes that had been dimmed. Especially in George.

His twin almost died that night, and it reflected in George’s eyes each time he looked at his older brother. It was clear that he was still afraid because whenever Fred left a room George followed, never letting his brother out of his sight, and if he happened to lose track of him a panic began to swirl in his brown orbs.

I was in the middle of watching as George yet again made his way to Fred’s side, clapping a large hand on his twins shoulder and throwing his head back in laughter.

“So which one are you staring at dragoste?”, Charlie whispered as he appeared out of nowhere.

I ignored the burning in my cheeks as I looked away from the scene in front of me.

“I am not staring at either of them tampit.”

“Mhmm, sure, absolutely, I believe you.”, after a quick pause he said, “It’s George isn’t it?”

I turned and scoffed at him, “No!… How did you know?”

Charlie let out a chuckle, “Because I know you my little dragon. I also know my brother, and just between us, he definitely likes you as well.”

At this I let out an incredulous laugh and glanced back to where George was now telling a story, his hands moving animatedly. There was no way that George Weasley had even a remote attraction to me. He was kind, strong, clever, and so bloody gorgeous it truly was a privilege to look at him. And I am…me. Nothing special. Just a girl who had more dragon friends than human ones and whose hands were covered in scars and callouses and whose socks never matched and had never even kissed a man before. So no, there was no way that George Weasley would ever like me.

“Hey. I know that look Y/N. Stop those thoughts right this bloody second.”

“Charles it really is annoying when you read me like that.”

Throwing his arm over my shoulder he began to lead me towards the twins, “Yes I know and I am sorry in advance but this needs to be done. Fred!”

Charlie’s voice had gone from a rushed whisper to a jovial shout when we reached George, Fred, and Ron by the fireplace. George’s smile as he turned to look at us sent a million butterflies off in my tummy.

“So Freddy, I was hoping you could help me out with a top secret project tomorrow for mum and maybe show me around the joke shop. I heard you added some new displays that I want to check out.”

“Sure Charlie”, Fred glanced at George as he spoke, “I’m sure we can make some time for our favorite brother.”

Ignoring Rons protest, Charlie gripped my shoulders and pushed me in front of him, “Actually George I was thinking you could stay here and show Y/N around the area. She mentioned wanting to talk a walk tomorrow and I would hate to disappoint her on her first Christmas out of the sanctuary.”

“Um-”

I interrupted the rejection coming from George, “No please, I would hate to be a bother and make you be stuck with me all day. I’m sure Ginny can take me.”

George smiled and shook his head, “No it’s completely fine Y/N. I would be happy to show you around.”

“Okay great! It’s settled then!”, Charlie looked rather too pleased with himself and obviously missed the look exchanged by his identical younger brothers.

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The next morning the Burrow was a flurry of movement as everyone began their day. Apparently Charlie and Fred weren’t the only ones on their way out. The others still had some last minute gift shopping to do and Ron was spending the day with Hermione’s muggle family. After breakfast, a quick wink from Charlie, and a slam of the front door - George and I were alone in the house.

The two of us stood facing one another in the living room for a few awkward moments before George spoke, “Well, um, did you want to head out as well?”

“Oh sure! Yes, let me just grab my boots really quickly.”

George led me out the door and onto the snow covered path towards the small, iced over river. Nothing was said for a while, the only sound was the crunch of snow under our boots and the occasional sniffle from one of our red noses. I was mentally imagining all the ways I was going to kick Charlie’s ass when he got back for suggesting a walk in the middle of winter when we came to the top of a hill and stopped.

Everything as far as the eye could see was blanketed in sheets of white. Stomping my boots down into the fresh snow, I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped as the snow gave way underfoot. Feeling a pair of eyes on me I remembered that I wasn’t alone and turned to see George watching me with an unidentifiable look on his face.

“Sorry, sorry. That was - I don’t know why I did that. I liked the feeling of the crunch of the snow I guess. Sorry.”

George grinned, “You don’t have to apologize. It was cute.”

I could feel my face flush at his words. His smile grew even wider at the sight of my heated face. My gaze dropped from his pretty face down to my boots. I could feel the thick socks I had on beginning to grow cold and wet from how long we’d been outside. Looking back up I could see George’s deep eyes glaze over. Assuming it was because he had been apart from Fred so long I glanced out at the view one last time before turning back the way we came.

“We should probably get back. We’ve been gone a while and my toes are getting wet. I feel bad enough that Charlie forced you to do this anyways without you getting frostbite or something. I’ve had frostbite, it’s not fun. And now I’m rambling. I’m sorry. Sorry”

George was shaking his head at me and said, “You are so weird.”

Ouch. My chest tightened and the small smile I had been wearing dropped from my face. If I had been able to see past the tears forming in my eyes that were making my sight blurry, I would have seen George’s face do the same. Unfortunately, all I could focus on was that word. Weird. Strange. Abnormal. Freak.

Weird weird weird.

The walk back was silent. A thick tension surrounded you both as thick snow flurries began to swirl down in the midmorning air. Just as thick was the lump forming in my throat as I fought back tears. I know I shouldn’t let his words affect me. He’s just some guy. But deep down I also know that he’s not just some guy. This is George fricking Weasley. With his stupid perfect face and gorgeous eyes and his loyalty to his family. I couldn’t help but be enamored with him from the moment I walked in the Weasley’s front door. So it hurt to hear the man I liked call me that nasty word that has haunted me my entire life.

When we finally reached the Burrow, George tried to reach for my arm but I pulled away and ran into the house. I could hear that some of the others had returned and really wanted to avoid a confrontation. Once again, luck wasn’t on my side. Charlie came walking out of the kitchen and saw me in the entryway. His face immediately became concerned at the sight of me and he lowered the sandwich he had from his mouth.

“Draga?”, Charlie’s voice followed me as I finally reached the stairs and launched upstairs.

As I reached the first landing I heard him speak again, his voice rough and hard.

“What did you do?”

#george weasley #george weasley imagine #george weasley x reader #george weasley angst #george weasley fluff #harry potter fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter writing #harry potter imagine #hp imagine #charlie weasley #charlie weasley x platonic!reader #charlie weasley imagine #hp #harry potter

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soramei · 3 years

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From Resentment (hhj)

Pairing: Hyunjin x Reader (she/her)

Summary: After a fated meeting involving a cute and fluffy puppy, you found yourself drawn to Hwang Hyunjin: the school prince. Everybody in high school loved him. It was hard not to. Not only was he rich, smart, and athletic, but he was also incredibly kind-hearted.

However, one day seemingly out of the blue, everything that you thought Hyunjin was came crashing down.

Now a freshman in university, you were excited to live out your dreams. That was, until Hyunjin came hurtling back into your life like an uncontrolled meteor. His presence threw a curveball on all your plans, and would eventually change your perspective on everything that you thought you knew.

Genre: studentl!hyunjin au, angst, enemies to lovers

Warnings: cursing, tw puking

Word Count: 8.8k

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A/N: Not an Intentional update but a hyunjin oneshot!! disclaimer: no aspect of hyunjins personality here was drawn from real life — irl hyunjin is a ray of sunshine <3

You looked at your math homework, proud that you got all the answers correct. Since it was a slow afternoon at your job today, you had extra time to focus on your homework. The boss at the convenience store you worked at allowed you to have your homework out, as long as it was hidden behind the cash register.

As you stared at the rest of your homework, you started to feel the weight of tenth grade pile up on you. Because it was your first year of high school, you were still trying to adjust to everything; your grades, your teachers, and all the new students walking around the halls.

You stuffed the rest of your homework in your backpack. It was the end of your shift, and you wanted to go home as soon as possible to start with the rest of your studying. Crap. No matter how hard you tried to zip up your backpack, it wouldn’t close. After trying one more time, the zipper tore from your backpack.

You cursed under your breath. You couldn’t afford to buy a new backpack right now.

You had just been able to afford your new school uniform by taking up extra shifts at the convenience store, and you still needed money for your grandmother’s prescriptions. You sighed, annoyed to have another monetary stressor weighing on your shoulders.

Walking outside with your now torn backpack, your eyes widened at the group of boys in front of you. You immediately recognized them from behind.

The school princes. These three seniors were all known for three things: being extremely smart, handsome, and talented.

On the left was Seungmin, and from what you’ve heard, he was the smart and quiet one. He was always helping the teachers, being the class president and all. Any time a girl or a boy needed academic help, Seungmin was there and happy to assist.

The person on the right was Jisung. With his charming and charismatic personality, he had dated tens upon tens of girls in his grade. Just in the last year. It helped that he was really good looking — and also stinkin’ rich. His father was a notorious restaurateur, and with him being the first son, he was basically given unlimited spending rights.

The only person richer than Jisung was the boy in the center of them both: Hwang Hyunjin. This boy was the school prince. The prince of princes. He somehow managed to participate in music clubs, engage in study groups, and captain the soccer team all the while keeping up excellent grades. Every girl that Jisung had dated was said to have been rejected by Hyunjin first. That was his only flaw: he was notoriously cold to any and all romantic confessions.

You followed behind the three princes, staring at your torn up sneakers. You knew you didn’t exist in their world, but even being near three handsome and rich teenage boys made you nervous.

Suddenly, you heard a whimper coming from behind a bush to the left of you. It sounded like a hurt animal.

Worried and curious, you walked over to the bush to see what it was.

It was a puppy. Small and fluffy, it looked up at you with it’s beady black eyes and cried out. His paw was bleeding.

You panicked. Having never seen a hurt puppy before, you had no idea what to do. You called out for help.

“Help!” you cried, hoping that somebody had heard your call for help. You desperately wanted to help this hurt puppy, but you hesitated to touch it, afraid that you would hurt the animal even more.

The puppy howled in pain, making your panic rise. You were about to call out for help again, when you heard somebody running up behind you.

“What is it?” The voice asked.

“I-I don’t know. I just saw this dog here, and-and his paw is bleeding,” you anxiously stuttered.

“Here, let me take a look.”

You heard the voice behind you, so you shuffled over to make room.

It was Hwang Hyunjin. The person that responded to your cry for help was the most popular and well-liked person in the school. You were shocked, a bit intimidated actually, so you silently moved to the side for him. His black hair shone in the sunlight as he bent down to examine the dog.

“Come here, boy,” he chirped. The puppy listened, and started limping to him. “Something hurt you, didn’t it.”

He stood up, picking the puppy up along with him.

“C’mon,” he gestured with his head, “my vet isn’t too far from here actually. We can make it by walking.”

You silently nodded and followed him.

He was right. The walk to the veterinarian clinic, though very awkward, wasn’t too far. The clinic was empty at this time of day, with the receptionist being the only person in the room.

“Hyunjin! Always a pleasure,” the receptionist beamed. It seemed like Hyunjin’s likeability wasn’t only confined to your school. “My, what do we have here?”

“There’s something wrong with his paw,” Hyunjin tried to show the receptionist where the blood was coming from, “is the doctor free right now?”

“As a matter of fact, he is,” the receptionist said whilst checking the schedule. “I’ll take this little boy to the back where he can get prepped for the veterinarian.”

Hyunjin handed the puppy carefully to the receptionist. The receptionist took out a crate for the dog, put him in, and then disappeared through the back door. The two of you were now left alone in the waiting room.

“Uhm,” you coughed, “thank you. I know you probably want to get back to your friends, so you can leave now.”

“No, I’ll stay,” he looked at you and smiled, “those idiots are just playing LOL at the PC room anyways. Plus, I want to see how this little boy turns out.”

You smiled back at him, nodding your head. A few moments of awkward silence passed.

“I’m Hyunjin by the way,” he said.

“I know. I’m Y/n.”

“You’re in your first year, right?” he said, looking at the colour of your uniform.

“Yeah, it’s so hard to get used to though. I’m trying my best with my homework, but I think this school stuff just doesn’t click with me,” you rambled.

“Oh?”

“I want to go into dance. I’ve never been able to afford professional lessons, but I’ve always wanted to go to university for dance. My grandparents said they would let me if my school grades were high.” You didn’t know why you were giving your life story to Hyunjin. He just had this natural charisma that made you want to spill everything to him. It was the way he looked at you with those cat-like eyes.

“I know what you mean. It took me forever to convince my parents for me to major in dance. I got in by early admittance, but I’m sure they still have their reservations about my major.”

“You’re majoring in dance?” you asked, eyes wide.

He smiled. “I’ve loved dancing ever since I could remember. It’s my passion, and truthfully, the only thing I’ve got going for me.”

You were shocked. At school, Hyunjin was known for so many things other than dancing. Hell, you didn’t even know he enjoyed dancing and you thought you’d heard everything about him already.

The two of you chatted for a while longer before the vet came out with the now happy looking dog.

“It seemed like this little guy got into a fight with something, and he got a pretty large gash on his paw. Luckily, it wasn’t bleeding too much so I just gave him some anaesthetic and stitched it right up.”

You sighed in relief. “Thank god he isn’t too hurt.”

“Yes, it’s good that it wasn’t too bad,” the veterinarian agreed. “I’m assuming this is your dog? As soon as you finish with the bill, I can release this little guy and the both of you are ready to go.”

Oh yeah. The bill.

Although you knew you couldn’t afford to pay the vet bill, you didn’t know where this little dog would go if you couldn’t take him home. You did the mental calculations, and if you worked some extra shifts, you could probably be able to pick up the bill today. Buying a new backpack could be saved for another day.

“Sure, where can I pay?” you asked.

“Just over by the receptionist.” The veterinarian pointed.

You walked over to the receptionist, and she handed the bill over to you.

You almost fainted.

Just the anaesthetic and the stitches alone cost over two hundred dollars. This was extremely over your budget, and probably even more than the amount in your savings. You felt uneasy.

“Uhm, actually, I don’t think I can-”

“Do you take cash?”

Hyunjin had interrupted you, walked up to the receptionist, and pulled out his wallet. He peaked over your shoulder and took out a huge wad of cash to hand to the receptionist.

“Hyunjin, you don’t have to,” you begged. You felt bad that this guy you didn’t even know had just offered to cover you for over two hundred dollars.

“Think of it as a good luck gift from a fellow dancer.” He smiled.

That was when it clicked. You didn’t know what clicked, but it just did. It was his smile. It was the way the corners of his eyes crinkled up and how the corners of his lips pinched at the end. You now understood why all the girls at school were in love with him. He was quite literally perfect.

You thanked him profusely, even after the two of you had left the clinic. With the dog in your hand, you walked side by side with Hyunjin.

“So,” he started, “have you thought of a name for this guy yet?”

Oh yeah — he was your dog now. “Hmm, I don’t know yet.”

“What about Coco?”

“Coco?”

“Yeah, let’s see if he likes it.” Hyunjin leaned in and cooed at the little puppy. “Hi, little Coco!”

The puppy’s eyes lit up, and with his tongue stretched out, he started panting.

“I guess he likes it,” Hyunjin smiled. God, his smile could melt all of Antarctica.

“Coco it is.” You poked at Coco’s nose.

Hyunjin was about to say something back to you when his phone buzzed. He took a peak, rolled his eyes, then smiled. “My friends are god awful at games. I swear, they can’t even win one round without me. You’re okay with going home alone?”

He was going to walk you home? Could he be any more perfect?

You nodded your head. “Thank you, Hyunjin. I’ll pay you back for the bill one day.”

“No need,” he winked. “Like I said, it’s a good luck gift. Oh, and you can ask me if you need help with any school work. Anything to help a fellow dancer.”

He waved goodbye, then went running off in the other direction. You held Coco close to you, heart pounding. Although you didn’t want to be like all the other girls who fell for him, you felt like you were already falling for Hyunjin.

The next day, you had planned to go shopping for dog supplies after school. After a really long and arduous debate with yourself, you decided to sacrifice all of your savings in order to buy everything that Coco needed. You knew Hyunjin owned a dog himself, so throughout the whole day, you worked up the nerve to ask Hyunjin to come with you.

At the end of last period, you gathered all your stuff from your desk and headed to the soccer field where you knew Hyunjin and his friends would be. Whilst you crossed the field, you noticed Jisung staring at you. You found his stare intimidating, but you tried to brush it off. He then whispered something in Hyunjin’s ear.

“Hi, Hyunjin,” you said anxiously, biting your lip. “Umm, do you want to come with me to shop for Coco?”

He stared at you for a couple seconds, then, a look of disgust appeared on his face. “Why? So you can use my wallet again?”

You stared back at him, wide eyed. Who was this person? It wasn’t the Hyunjin that so graciously helped you out yesterday.

“W-what? No!” you exclaimed. “I-I just wanted your opinion…”

“Sure,” Hyunjin smirked coldly, “opinion my ass.”

“Hyunjin,” tears were pooling in your eyes, “I don’t understand.”

“If you need money so much, here.” He reached in his pocket and turned up a wad of cash, throwing it at your feet. “Just don’t come to me next time. And buy yourself a new pair of shoes while you’re at it.”

You looked down at the money, trying to hold back your tears. Why was Hyunjin being like this? You didn’t understand. His two jockeys beside him didn’t even bother to stop him. As you tried to stop yourself from crying, you felt your sadness turn into rage.

“I don’t need your stupid money,” you said, kicking the cash back to him. “Maybe you can use your daddy’s money to buy yourself a new personality.”

Hyunjin’s two friends tried to hold back their snickers at your words. Hyunjin heard, turned around, and gave them both death stares.

You didn’t bother to listen to whatever he was going to say next and simply stomped away, rage burning inside you. Everything about him was a lie. His charming and charismatic personality, his generosity, his kindness. They were all lies. He really was nothing but a rich, spoiled boy living with his father’s money.

There was rage behind every step you took. Wiping away your tears, you headed to your locker. You didn’t need him anyways; it was better to realize his true personality earlier rather than later. Hands shaking from anger, you dialed the combination to your locker.

“Hey, sorry about what happened earlier.” A voice came from behind you. “He can be a real jerk sometimes.”

It was Jisung. You rolled your eyes. You didn’t want to see him either.

“Why didn’t you do anything about it then?” Your voice came out shaky. It was obvious that you had cried.

“Once he starts, there’s no stopping him. It’s usually better to let him finish uninterrupted, or else he will get more mad.”

“Oh,” you said. Your hatred for Hyunjin grew even more.

“I could come with you, though. I don’t know much about dogs, but I can help you carry your bags.”

“I don’t know…”

“C’mon, no way you can carry everything by yourself.”

You hesitated. “Okay, I guess.”

And so, you left for the pet store with Jisung, still confused about everything that had happened. It was strange with him. He was nice and cracked a joke every now and then, but it was just different from being with Hyunjin. At least he was nice, you thought.

Your trip went well. You managed to buy everything you needed for Coco. In a turn of events, Jisung had actually come in handy as he offered to carry the huge bag of dog food you bought. He even offered to buy you a coffee.

“Thanks for all your help, Jisung.” You stood outside the door of your apartment, smiling at him.

“No problem, gives me an excuse to work out my guns.” He pretended to flex his arms.

You choked back a laugh.

“You should get going now. It’s late,” you said.

“Alright,” he started to leave. “Hey, if you see me in the halls, feel free to say hi.”

You nodded and waved to him as he turned and walked away, remembering his words. Every time you saw Jisung in the school hallways, you gave him a small wave in which he happily returned. However, whenever you saw him walking with Hyunjin, you made sure to purposely avoid them. You didn’t want any negativity in your life.

You kept up the waves, and soon, waves turned to small conversations which soon turned to flirting. By the end of the semester, you and Jisung somehow ended up as a couple. Jisung was polite and sweet, unlike a certain person. With every free moment you had, you hung out with Jisung — all the while avoiding Hyunjin.

The two of you stayed a couple for the rest of Jisung’s senior year. Somehow, the two of you had even kept up your relationship throughout your whole high school experience. It was hard at times as he went to university, but with a lot of effort, you had made your relationship work out. You barely had time to talk with him, but you enjoyed the little time that you did have. Jisung had never even once mentioned Hyunjin when you were together, and with time, you had totally forgotten about that jerk. You weren’t even sure if they were still friends.

You worked hard in school and reaped all the benefits. Your rank had consistently been in the top twenties amongst all the other students, and you even had time to practice your dancing. You remembered the day that you received your acceptance letter from university. Hands shaking, you had barely managed to open the letter all the way before you screamed. You had gotten into university with your dream major: dance.

Because of your excellent grades, you were able to pay a lot of your tuition with scholarship money alone. You hesitantly decided to quit your job at the convenience store to focus on university. Although quitting meant that your bank account would take a big hit, you decided that it would be best in the long run. There was a lot in your savings, and you even had a little extra to buy a new outfit for your first day of school.

Jisung had been busy on the first day of university. He had previously promised to show you around campus, but with him being a no-show, you wandered around by yourself to try to find your classes. You had trouble with the campus map at first, but after walking around for a bit, you were able to find all your classes with ease.

Your first few classes were a snore. Because they were all theory, you had to down two cups of coffee in order to stay awake. Somehow, you managed to take coherent notes despite being bored out of your mind. You just wanted to dance.

The good thing was, after sitting through many classes, your time to dance finally came. Your last class of the day was an introduction to dance course, and you couldn’t wait to go. You wanted to know your teacher, your peers, and most importantly, express yourself.

The dance class was in a studio in the university’s fitness center. It was huge, way bigger than the tiny gym in your high school. Upon entering the studio, you were immediately met with the sight of students, exactly like you, already stretching. You chose a spot in the room and started stretching as well, making good use of your time before the instructor comes in.

After some time, most of the students — including you — had finished stretching and were sitting in silence waiting for the instructor. The door swung open, breaking the silence. The instructor had come in.

“Hello new students,” he said, “welcome to Dance 100. Today, I will go through the curriculum with you as well as introduce your final project.”

The instructor whipped out a projection of the curriculum and started explaining the purpose of the course, what you would be graded on, and how you would be graded. He then read through his class expectations before moving to your final project.

“This final project will act in place of a final exam,” he explained. “You will be required to create a dance that includes everything we’ve learned in class and write an essay explaining all the elements in your dance. It will be worth half your grade.”

The class gasped in surprise. Not only did this project sound extremely difficult for a first year course, but the fact that it was worth half your grade made it borderline unfair.

“I know it might seem difficult, but worry not, you won’t be doing this alone. Every year, the first year dance students get mentored by the third year dance students for the final project. Each student has already been assigned a random mentor which will be introduced this class.”

The whole class murmured, talking amongst themselves and expressing their opinions on this project. It was definitely an interesting project. You hoped that you would be paired with a good mentor that would actually care about how well you did.

There was a knock on the door.

“Ah, this must be them.” Your instructor opened the door and a wave of third years came flooding in. Each one of them had a name tag pinned on their shirts. “Class, these are the third year students.”

You all politely greeted them.

“Now,” the instructor continued, “I will put the class list on the projector, and each of your names will correspond to a third year mentor.”

The instructor put out the list for display. You scanned down the list of names, eventually finding yours. Following the dots to your corresponding mentor, you almost choked on air when you saw yours.

It was Hwang Hyunjin.

You were at a loss for words. Just when you thought he was out of your life forever, the man that was so incredibly mean to you — the man you hated with your whole soul — was now your mentor. Just the thought of being in the same room as him filled you with disgust.

You scanned the sea of third year students, and your eyes immediately found him. He was staring back at you with the same shocked expression that you had on.

He looked different. Not only had he grown taller, but he had lost all his baby fat as well. His hair was different too. It was bleached blond and it almost hit his shoulders. What was the same, however, was his intense stare and his plump lips.

You walked over to him.

“You look different.” His eyes scanned up and down.

“So do you.” You clenched your jaw and sighed. “I guess we have to work together.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” he said flatly.

“Listen,” you copied his tone, “I’m not excited about this either, but I want to get a good grade for this class. If you don’t wanna help me, just say so and I’ll just work alone on this.”

“Don’t be stupid,” he rolled his eyes, “this is part of my grade too. I can’t let you fuck this up for the both of us.”

You rolled your eyes back at him and pressed your lips in a thin line. Ignoring what he said, you asked, “where do we start?”

“Let’s find a time to meet every week.” He pulled out the newest iPad model from his bag. Of course he would have the newest iPad. “I’m busy every day except Saturday, so let’s meet then.”

Way to consider your opinion. He was lucky that you weren’t busy on the weekends.

As Hyunjin worked on sorting his schedule, you took your time to look at how he had changed. With his hair blonde, he looked like a completely different person. You didn’t understand why he kept his hair long though. It kept falling in his eyes.

“Stop staring at me. It’s freaking me out.” He narrowed his eyes at you.

“I wasn’t.” You crossed your arms, defending yourself.

“Whatever.” He tucked his hair behind his ear and put his iPad back in his bag. “Don’t be late on Saturday.”

And with that, he left. You looked around the class. Most of the other students were still with their mentors, presumably getting to know each other and discussing the project. You almost wanted to ask your instructor to switch with somebody else, but that would mean passing on the nightmare known as Hwang Hyunjin onto a perfectly innocent person. You had your moments, but you weren’t evil.

The interaction with Hyunjin had left you in a sour mood for the rest of the day. You tried to study, but you were too distracted by the thought of having to work with that monstrosity for a whole semester. It was worth so much of your grade, too. You had just hoped that Hyunjin was as good at dance as he previously told you. You remembered him saying how dance was his passion in life. That was when you still liked him. Who knows, maybe he only said that so he could play you like every other girl he played with.

For the rest of the week, whenever you thought of the dance project, you were filled with dread. You tried to ignore it, and sometimes it worked, but most of the time it kept reappearing in your mind like a virus. The way Hyunjin had infected your mind bothered you to no end.

Time passed fast though, and before you knew it, Saturday had already come. Searching through your closet, you picked out a simple outfit for practice today. You slid on your tattered old sneakers and headed off to the studio that Hyunjin had told you to go to.

Entering the dance studio, you noticed that you were right on time. However, Hyunjin was not. Great… He made such a big deal over you being on time that he himself forgot to be punctual. You sat on the wood floors and started to do some stretches to warm up.

Eventually, after you finished your stretching, he entered the studio. With a girl. Holding a textbook, Hyunjin handed it to the girl and put on his signature deceitful smile. His ugly, perfect smile. The girl batted her eyes and waved her fingers goodbye before strolling out the door. You rolled your eyes at this, feeling bad for the girl. Hyunjin was playing her right in front of her own eyes and she didn’t even realize it.

“Were you really late because of a girl?” you sneered.

“Why do you care?” he retorted, flinging his bag to the corner of the room.

“I don’t.”

“Sure you don’t.”

Not wanting to waste time with that childish banter, you decided to end the conversation then and there. “Okay, well anyways, I’ll show you what I learned in class this week.”

Hooking up your phone to the speaker, you chose the song that you’ve been practicing with for the whole week. As the song progressed, you found it hard to not get lost in the music. Just dancing was the easy part; incorporating everything learned in class was another story. Although it was fairly difficult, you thought you executed everything very well as the song came to an end. Finishing up, you panted from exhaustion and looked at Hyunjin for his comments.

He stood, with his arms crossed across his torso, leaning against the speaker. There was a blank expression on his face.

“Not bad.” He started to walk up to you.

“But?”

“But you’re too stiff. You’re too focused on perfectly executing the technical moves that you forget to just move your body. Do what you did half-way through the song again.”

You turned the music on, trying to do the dance with Hyunjin’s criticisms in mind. Looking in the mirror, you did your best to show as much emotion as possible, all the while moving more fluidly. The room was filled with heavy bass and the squeaks from your sneakers.

Suddenly, the music was abruptly cut off.

Hyunjin had stopped the music and was making his way over, face still unreadable.

“You’re still trying too hard and it shows.” Hyunjin shook his head.

Clenching your jaw, you did your best to hold back your anger. Were you just not supposed to try? This annoyed you. Just because he didn’t need to try to be good at anything didn’t mean you couldn’t.

“Well,” you tried to say calmly, “how can I do this then?”

“You have to relax.” He put one hand on your hip and started to guide you. “Don’t focus on each individual aspect, but try to imagine everything as a whole. Then, things will come naturally.”

You followed his hand, allowing Hyunjin to guide you to his own rhythm. After a while, every movement felt so fluid and you didn’t even notice that your face started to match your movements. Glancing at your reflection, you gasped, noticing how different your dancing looked. You whipped your head to face Hyunjin, the two of your inches apart and breathing heavily.

“See,” he mumbled, looking down at you. “Once you stop thinking, everything just comes naturally.”

You looked back at the person inches away from you. It almost felt as if he was being kind. But you knew the type of person he was. You weren’t going to let this happen again. Snapping out of what weird trance you were in, you pushed him away in an act of self perseverance.

He didn’t say anything.

“I’ll try again,” you said.

Hyunjin strolled over to the speaker and turned on the music. This time, you didn’t think about anything you learned in class or Hyunjin’s criticisms. You just trusted in your body. Everything else was blank.

Taking a step forward while still in your trance, your shoe lost its grip on the floor, causing you to fall right on your knee. You cried in pain, holding on to your knee.

“Fuck,” Hyunjin hissed. He ran over and bent down to your level. “Can you move it?”

“I think so.” You tried to straighten your knee. It hurt, but you were still able to do it. There would most likely be a nasty bruise there the next morning.

“You’re still wearing those scraps that you call shoes? They’re literally coming apart at the seams. This is going to happen again if you don’t get new ones.”

You blushed in embarrassment from his remarks. “I’m not going to spend money on things that I don’t need.”

“Well, you need shoes. Just go buy a new pair later.”

Was he being serious? Or was he just spoiled?

“Hyunjin, not everybody can just go spend money whenever they want,” you loudly sighed. “Unlike you, I need to consider my budget for most things.”

“Well, why can’t you ask your boyfriend to buy it?” he sneered. “Seems like you’re good at doing that.”

How did he know you were still dating Jisung? What did he mean by ‘good at doing that’?

“What?” You crossed your eyebrows. “Do you think I’m with him just for his money? Do I really look like that kind of person to you?”

“You used me for my money,” he mumbled under his breath.

“What?” You couldn’t hear him right.

“Nevermind, rehearsal's over.” He stomped off, leaving you alone in the practice room holding on to your injured knee.

You busied yourself with everything and anything you could do over the weekend in order to forget what happened during rehearsal. However, no matter how hard you tried to forget, Hyunjin’s comments on your shoes stuck in your mind like glue.

During your shift at your job, you couldn’t help but keep staring at your worn sneakers. You never paid attention to your shoes before until now. They did the job, so why would you need to buy a new pair? Still, you unconsciously paid attention to every step you took.

On Monday’s dance class, you decided to go early. It was always nice to warm up in a room with other try-hards. They felt less judgemental than the others.

The studio barely had anybody in it this early before class. Everybody was either stretching or had already started going over what was taught last week. Shuffling your way over to your locker, you couldn’t help but compare everybody else’s shoes to your own. You’ve never cared about trivial matters such as shoes, but you couldn’t help but feel a little self conscious as your worn-in sneakers squeaked its way over to the lockers.

Opening your locker, your eyes widened, shocked at what you saw. Inside was a box containing a brand new pair of sneakers. It was an expensive brand as well, a brand that you never thought you would be touching in your life. You turned your head around, scanning the room. Everybody seemed to have been busy with their own thing.

Did somebody put these in your locker by mistake?

Taking the shoes out, you noticed a small slip of paper fly out. You picked up the note.

Keep these. I was a jerk.

You knew who had sent this. It was Hyunjin. You didn’t know what game he was trying to play at, but you weren’t going to fall for it like you did that day in high school. Gingerly putting the shoes back in your locker, you decided to return these back to Hyunjin at your next practice.

“No, I gave them to you as a gift.” Hyunjin turned his nose up at you, refusing to take back the shoes.

“Why would you give these to me if you think that I only use people for their money?”

“Because,” he rolled his eyes, “if you’re unable to dance then my grade is screwed as well.”

He made a good point, but you were stubborn. “Still…”

“You know what? Keep it, give it away, sell it, I don’t care. Let’s just start practice.”

After that dance practice, you threw your old shoes in the trash.

It was midterm season a month into school. You thought you had gone to hell and back with high school, but this was even worse. Each day consisted of waking up, studying, and going back to sleep. You lived on coffee and toast. It wasn’t much, but it gave you the energy to sit at the library for hours to study.

You didn’t see anybody during the midterm season, Instead, you chose to hermit yourself up at the library for days on end. This meant that, at least for a couple of weeks, your dance practice with Hyunjin was put on hiatus. Not that he minded, of course. He happily deleted the practices from his schedule.

You also didn’t see much of your boyfriend, Jisung. Ever since school started, he seemed to always be missing in action. He would almost never have time to be with you, and with the few moments that he was, it seemed like he was always so apathetic towards you. You brushed this off as stress though, as you finally knew what it was like to experience university exams.

It was a clear and sunny day on the morning you finished your last midterm. Leaving the exam room, you looked up to the sky, basking in the sun. Today was going to be a good day. Not only were you now stress free, but you were also invited to an end-of-midterm party for your dance class tonight. You had never gone to a university party before, so when a classmate asked if you wanted to go, you eagerly accepted.

Wrapping up your dance class, you stood at your locker, gathering the rest of your stuff.

“Hey.” An arm wrapped around you.

“Hey, Jisung.” You smiled, turning around to face him.

“You’re done all your midterms?”

“Yup.” You nodded happily.

He took a look at your shoes.

“New shoes?”

You hesitated in answering his question, not knowing where Jisung was with Hyunjin in terms of friendship. It was better to be truthful now rather than apologizing later.

“Hyunjin gave it to me.” You looked down, fiddling with your fingers. Why were you afraid of Jisung’s response?

“Wait, what? Hwang Hyunjin? Like from high school? Y/n, I thought you hated him.”

“I did! And I do,” you tried to explain, “but he had a reason to give me this.”

“Bullshit, Y/n. You’re really gonna believe any reason he pulls out of his ass? I thought you actually matured from high school.”

“Well, you would understand if you were around more often!” you yelled. You knew it was wrong to address other problems and blow this out of proportion, but you couldn’t think straight. Your mind was clouded with anger.

“What does this have to do with anything?” Jisung barked back. “What we’re talking about is how you, no matter how shitty of a person Hyunjin is, keep going back to him! Y/n, all that man does is take. He takes from you and he sure as hell takes everything from me. I won’t let that happen this time.”

When had he taken anything from you? All he had done was give.

“Jisung, let’s end this.”

“You’re right. Let’s cool down and talk later tonight.”

“No,” you shook your head, “I mean, let's end us.”

Jisung looked at you in disgust. “It’s Hyunjin, isn’t it?”

“No,” you vehemently denied, “Jisung, you never have time for me, and the little time we do have together you act like a different person. And now you’re being all possessive just because Hyunjin gave me a gift? I’m sorry, I just don’t see us recovering from this.”

“Fine, whatever.” Jisung turned around. “We’re done. But Y/n, don’t come running back to me when Hyunjin screws you over like he does with everybody.”

After Jisung left, you stomped your foot on the ground, tears pooling in your eyes. It was for the best — breaking up with him. For the past month, you hadn’t been happy with where your relationship was going, but this wasn’t the way you wanted to end an almost three year relationship.

Wiping away your tears, you tried to compose yourself before heading over to the pub. Jisung wasn’t worth the tears.

The walk to the pub wasn’t far as every establishment catered to students was a short walking distance from campus. For your entire walk over, you kept your head down so as to not receive looks from others. The headache from your cries and a blush of anger still lingered with you. Hopefully you’ll look somewhat normal by the time you reach the bar.

Checking your reflection once more in your phone camera, you fixed your hair a bit before going inside.

The bar was filled.

With students from both your dance class and the third year class, there was not an empty corner in sight. The music was loud, but the sounds of chatter coming from the students were louder. The place was dark, with the only source of light coming from very dim, bright blue LEDs.

It was surprising to see everybody in a different setting. You were used to the sight of your classmates being only in sweats and workout clothes, but now that they actually had time to get ready, everybody seemed like a completely different person.

You saw a few of your classmates wave at you, beckoning you over to where they were sitting. As soon as your butt landed on the chair, they spared no time to push a shot glass filled with clear liquor in front of you. You gladly took the drink, wanting to just let go and forget about everything that happened today. Holding back a cough, you scrunched your face as you felt the alcohol burn in your throat. It had been so long since the last time you drank.

After five you stopped counting. Partly because you knew you were going to drink more, but mostly because your head couldn’t even count to five anymore. Scrunching your eyes, you tried to focus on the blurry figure of your classmate complaining about her professor. Bored out of your mind as her mindless babble went on forever, your eyes started roaming around the bar. As your eyes wandered, you noticed somebody behind your classmate staring at you.

Hwang Hyunjin.

Even in your inebriated state of mind, you knew that it was Hyunjin. What other university student had the balls to bleach their whole head blonde? Your eyes met, and he ran a hand through his golden locks. Why do the most beautiful people harbour the most wretched personalities?

You tried to ignore his staring by focusing your attention back on your classmate, but eventually, you couldn’t help but glance back at him. He was still looking at you.

You saw a girl come up to him. She was the same girl that showed up with him on your first ever practice session. Because of the dimly lit bar and your drunken vision impairment, you had to really squint to make out what was going on. The girl, all smiley and giggly, put her hand on his shoulder, making Hyunjin break his eye contact with you. He smiled at the girl, mouthing words that were drowned out by the music. For some reason, this made you furious. Why was he so nice to everybody else but you? What had you ever done to him to make him hate you so much?

You kept your eyes on the girl, knowing full well that you shouldn’t have. You hated that — even on your night off, even when you had just broken up with your boyfriend — Hyunjin was still in your mind like an unkillable parasite. You hated the way he tucked his hair behind his ears. You hated how the corners of his eyes crinkled up when he smiled at her. You hated him.

You watched as she leaned in and whispered something in his ear, causing him to laugh. That was the last straw. In a drunken haze, you took your phone and bolted out the door, ignoring the concerns of all your classmates. Maybe it had been a mistake breaking up with Jisung. Maybe he really did know what was best for you.

Stumbling out onto the street, you tried to dial Jisung’s phone number. It proved to be too difficult of a task, however, as your drunken fingers could only tap on random numbers on the screen. You cried out of frustration.

“Y/n.”

The voice coming from behind you startled you, causing you to lose your grip on the phone. It dropped on the cement with a loud crack. Tears welled up in your eyes as you bent down to pick up your phone. There was a huge crack right down the middle of the screen.

“You cracked my phone,” you said, trying to keep your composure.

“So? It’s not like it’s worth much anyways. Just ask your boyfriend to buy you one.” Hyunjin’s evil eyes squinted down at you.

“Why are you still on about this? Hyunjin, I’ve never used anybody for money and I never will!” You couldn’t control the tears flowing down your face. “Plus, I couldn’t even if I wanted to. I broke up with Jisung today.”

You didn’t know why you were spilling your guts to the last man in the world you would trust. Surely, it was the alcohol.

“Y/n.” His tone had completely changed. He almost looked — concerned?

“Whatever, Hyunjin,” you slurred. “Just leave me alone. You can go back to that girl and have your fun with her.”

“Why do you care?”

“I don’t care.”

“Y/n, why do you care?” His tone got louder.

“I don’t!” you yelled at him. Your tears made everything even more blurry.

“Y/n! Tell me, why do you care?!” He spat back at you with just as much fury.

“Fuck you, Hyunjin. News flash, not everything in the world revolves around you and your rich and prestigious life. Maybe you wouldn’t be so toxic if you would just understand that.” You screamed at him through your sobs. “Also, I don’t know where you got this stupid story of my being a cash whore from, but I will say this one last time: I have worked for everything in my life and I have never and will never use anybody for their money.”

Hyunjin looked back at you, shocked. You stared back at him in disgust. Not wanting to waste anymore time on him, you stumbled down the street to look for a taxi. However, as you wobbled down the pavement, everything became even blurrier than before. You felt nauseous. You couldn’t control it anymore.

You threw up. All over the sidewalk. You couldn’t stop. Every time you thought that it was over, more and more came out. Your throat burned, and it wasn’t just the alcohol.

As you hurled out all the remains of today’s lunch, your hair was held back.

“Get away from me, Hyunjin,” you groaned. You didn’t want him to see you this weak.

“Who else is gonna take care of your drunk ass, idiot,” he mumbled.

That was the last thing you heard before everything went black.

It was a blinding white light that woke you up. You groaned, trying to block the light with your forearm. Cracking your neck, you tried to holster yourself up.

You were on a leather couch. Squinting, you surveyed the room you were in. It was clean, spacious. The floor was a white marble — there wasn’t a single speck of dust to be seen. Across from you was an incredibly wide TV with many game consoles scattered around it. You looked behind you. There was a large kitchen island illuminated by warm pendant lights. Sitting at the island, on his laptop, was Hyunjin.

“Wh-what happened to me?”

“You’re the worst fucking drinker I’ve ever seen, that’s what happened.”

You rolled your eyes.

Hyunjin ignored you, standing up and leaving for another room. Less than a minute later, he reappeared with a toothbrush and a roll of toothpaste.

“Go clean up. You look disgusting.”

You snatched the toothbrush from his hands. He pointed over to the bathroom and you trudged your way over. His bathroom was huge, almost bigger than your bedroom at home. You felt as if you were in a hotel.

“Your bathroom is huge.” After washing up, you felt not only cleaner, but more awake. “You’re really living the life with your family’s money, huh.”

Hyunjin sighed, slamming his laptop shut causing you to flinch. “Why, after everything, do you think I’m this rich, pretentious fuck?”

You rolled your eyes. Not this again. “Well, why do you still think I’m this money hungry monster?”

“You really wanna know why, Y/n? It’s because Jisung told me so. He was the one who told me that all those years ago.”

You were shocked. Jisung was the one who told him that? Your ex-boyfriend that you had loved and dated for almost three years? You didn’t want to believe it, you really didn’t, but there was this tiny whisper in the back of your mind telling you that it was true. He had a reason to — Jisung was always going on about how Hyunjin always took from him.

“But Y/n, I-” He stopped mid-sentence.

“You what, Hyunjin?”

He pressed his lips to yours, caressing the back of your head. You were shocked, but almost autonomously, your lips parted feeling the heat of his breath against yours. He pressed his body to yours, running his hand down your waist. His lips, the same lips responsible for his perfect smile, felt so soft against your own. You heard the thuds of his heartbeat as he held you closer.

You broke apart, gasping for breath. The realization of what you had done just hit you.

In a panic, you used your whole strength to push his body away from you. “I-I have to go.”

“Y/n, wait!” Hyunjin called.

You paid him no attention. Instead, you ran across the marble floors, hoisted the front door open, and sprinted out. Hoping that Hyunjin wasn’t following you, found your way outside and took a taxi home.

You sat in silence, trying to process what had just happened. You had just kissed Hyunjin. You had just kissed Hyunjin. Hands shaking, you grasped at the ends of your hair, trying to calm yourself down. Did that just happen?

You were more mad at yourself than at him. How could you have just kissed Hyunjin? You hated him. He was nothing but rude to you, never smiling and always accusing you of things that were clearly lies. He made you feel self conscious, nervous, and everything in between. You hated him.

But he was so sweet on that fateful day in high school. He gave you a new pair of shoes when you had slipped during practice, and he held your hair for you when you were drunk. His hair glistened in the sunlight, his smile made your heart race, and his lips ignited sparks of every colour in the rainbow in your chest.

You hated Hwang Hyunjin. You hated how fast you became infatuated with him on that day in high school, and no matter how much you tried to deny it, you hated that your feelings haven’t changed ever since. You hated Hwang Hyunjin. You hated that you loved him.

Curling up in your bed, there was no stopping the tears flowing down your face. You cried and cried upon this realization, and you remained this way for the rest of the day. The effect Hyunjin had on you was bigger than you ever expected, and you hated it.

At school, you tried to avoid as many people as possible. The kiss you had shared with Hyunjin was plaguing your mind, distracting you and igniting the fire that was your inner turmoil. Even the thought of Hyunjin put a strain in your heart. It was the way his breath fanned over your nose, gently tickling it like a bird’s feather and the soft silk of his blonde locks brushing up against your cheeks.

You shook your head, trying to erase any and every thought of that man. Walking to your locker, you were stopped in your tracks, the dam in your eyes starting to crack. You couldn’t do this today. You turned around to go somewhere else — anywhere else.

“Y/n, wait.”

You sniffed, wiped stray tears from your eyes, and picked up your pace.

“Y/n.” He grabbed your shoulder, turning you around to face him.

“Hyunjin, please, I can’t do this today.”

“Are you… Are you crying?” He touched your face, wiping your tears with his thumb. “Y/n, why are you crying?”

You shook your head. You were scared of what would happen if you opened your stupid mouth.

“Y/n, please.” Hyunjin begged. His voice was shaking. “Tell me why.”

You shook your head again.

“Y/n, please.” His voice cracked.

“Hyunjin,” you paused, taking a shaky breath, “it’s because I love you. I’ve loved you ever since the first moment you smiled at my pathetic ass. Even when you hurt me more than anyone has hurt me before… I never had a choice, Hyunjin. It’s always been you.”

You tore yourself away from Hyunjin, embarrassed to your core. That was the most humiliating thing you’ve ever done, but at least you had closure now.

“Y/n…”

“No, Hyunjin. You’ve torn me down and humiliated me enough already. What more could you possibly want?” You demanded, aware that everybody around you was staring.

“Y/n,” Hyunjin rasped, “It’s only ever been you. I’ve spent the last three years miserable knowing that you were with someone else. I’ve-I’ve never even been with another girl in the past three years. I know you have no reason to believe me because I was such an ass. I am such an ass. Y/n, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for projecting my insecurities on you, I’m sorry for accusing you of things I know you’ve never done, and I’m sorry for anything else I might have fucking done. Y/n, I love you. Please, I don’t fucking deserve it, but is there any way you could forgive me?”

You stared at Hyunjin’s bloodshot eyes, tears freely flowing down your cheeks, and before you could even think, you found yourself pressed against his lips. Your eyes closed, savouring the feeling of his soft lips touching your own. His wet cheek pressed against your own, and with a nudge of the nose, Hyunjin deepend the kiss with a raw passion in which you’ve never felt before.

You cradled his head, relishing in his silken blonde hair as you brushed your fingers through his locks. He sighed in response, his breath tickling against your cheek. You were fully aware that everyone on campus had seen both your messy confessions of love, but you didn’t care. All you could do was replay the moment that Hyunjin had said those words — those three tiny words — over and over in your head as you ran your fingers through his hair and kissed his soft, honey lips.

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Let Me Go

Pairing: JJ x Reader

Summary: This was requested! Y/N still lives with the Cameron’s following the death of her brother, but she’s being held there against her will. After many failed escape attempts, Y/N finally gets out of Figure Eight, but she’s far from safe. (The request was long so I’m going to link it here so you can see the full summary of what anon wanted!)

Note: I’m sorry this took so long to get out!!! I literally had half of it written and then it all deleted and I’m so upset because my first attempt at writing it was better but oh well. I hope you like it. Again, sorry for the long wait!

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: MENTIONS OF DRUG ABUSE, CHILD NEGLECT, GUN VIOLENCE, ATTEMPTED SUICIDE. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF ANY OF THESE TOPICS TRIGGER YOU. PLEASE. SUICIDE HOTLINE: 800-273-8255

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You weren’t always like this - sitting up in your unmade bed, staring at the blank wall in front of you like you could see through it, unshowered, trembling from your shoulders down to your toes, feeling empty from the inside out.

You forget what it’s like to be free. Following the death of your brother, you’ve been trapped like a rat in a cage. Figure Eight is no longer the luxurious part of the island to you. It’s filled with lies, manipulation, secrets, murder.

You’re still living at the Cameron’s. No, not living. Surviving. Ward refused to give his guardianship of you up. Some people wondered why - why would Ward want to live with the sister of a murderer? Yeah, that’s what they thought - that your brother killed Sheriff Peterkin and tried to kill Ward too. But you knew why.

Ward no longer treats you like a member of his family. He has you locked in your designated room on the third floor that’s basically only used as an attic and storage area. Your own personal prison. Because you know what he did - not only to your brother and his daughter but to your dad.

You felt like you were losing grasps of reality. You only knew fall was approaching because you could hear Wheezy talking about it to Rose outside your door. You guess the time of day by the sunlight through your window and the meals brought to your room.

Of course there have been times you tried to escape. You managed to run away a few times. The first time, you went straight to the police station and tried telling them that Ward was keeping you trapped in his home. Of course they didn’t believe you. Instead, they called Ward to come pick you up. He told the police that you’ve been experiencing delusions since the death of your brother. Without a second thought, they believed him and ignored your cries for help completely. The second time, you tried going to Kie’s, but the police found you first and brought you back to Ward’s now that they think you’re going through some kind of mental breakdown.

By now, you’re exhausted. You’re tired of fighting and arguing and screaming. You feel empty inside, craving some sort of release or embrace of comfort. You haven’t seen your Pogues in weeks, maybe months. You wonder if they still think about you. Do they blame you for leaving John B to go off by himself with Sarah? Do they hate you?

Not only is living inside an enclosed box hard enough, but dealing with the loss of your brother, friend, and father, is killing you inside. You can’t help but feel guilty that you weren’t with them. You and your brother were supposed to be partners in crime and you totally let him go off on his own. You feel like you abandoned him and that keeps you up at night.

Since your ways of coping are limited, you’re not proud to say you found an unhealthy way of relieving your pain.

When you were first locked up, you would scream and kick the door that hid you from the rest of the world, begging for anyone in the house to let you go. Never did it work, but one time Rafe got extremely fed up and raced upstairs to make you shut up. You didn’t know it, but Rafe was on the verge of a breakdown himself. His dad complete shut him out as he tried to fix the damage he caused. He assumed Sarah was dead. And Barry basically owned him, making him do all his dirty work. Maybe he deserved it, but he didn’t live a luxurious life either despite living in Figure Eight.

You took a couple steps back when you heard heavy footsteps approaching your door. Rafe quickly undid the locks and barged in so fast that he almost knocked you down.

“Oh my god. Do you ever shut the fuck up?” Rafe was breathing hard and quickly getting red in the face. You stumbled backwards, suddenly afraid of being alone with him.

You sniffled. “I need to get out of here.”

“You’re not leaving.”

“Please, Rafe. You got to get me out of here. Please!” You never thought you’d be here, begging Rafe of all people for help. Yet here you were. With no other choices left.

Rafe paced the room and raked his fingers through his hair. “You do realize you're not the only one going through something, right?”

You swallowed back your tears and scoffed at the Kook in front of you. “Seriously? Your family is keeping me locked in here like some kind of zoo animal! My brother is dead -”

“Sarah is too!”

“But that’s not my fault!” You screamed. You pointed an accusatory finger in his direction. “That’s yours!” Rafe froze and turned to look at you. You didn’t know where you grew the balls to keep going but you did. “I know what you did. I know what your dad is trying to cover up. And he’s using my brother to do it.” You saw Rafe’s adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallowed. “Why do you think your dad is keeping me locked in here?”

“Shit,” Rafe cursed. Now he knew why his dad gave him strict instructions to never come up to your room. He started shaking his his head and shaking in his skin. “I didn’t mean to - I - I - it happened so fast.”

You could go on and on about how Rafe would never be able to dig himself out of this hole. How he will never be able to convince you that he wasn’t guilty. But you didn’t. Because he’s the only one who could help you.

“Rafe, please,” You begged. “I won’t say anything. I just need to get out of here.”

Rafe sniffled back his own tears and fears and looked out the one window that looked out into the backyard of his home. He couldn’t let you go. He knew it was selfish, but he had to save himself.

“I can’t,” Rafe said.

A new wave of tears hit you and you felt defeated. You fell back on your bed and cried into your hands, hunched over above your knees.

“I’m sorry,” Rafe said, but his apology was as empty as you feel.

“Just go,” You rubbed your eyes hard enough to see stars.

You hear something light hit the bed next to you. “I know it’s not much. But this helps me get through all this messed up shit.”

When you didn’t look at him or whatever he gave you, he took that as a hint to leave and quietly left the room. You listened to each lock being fastened again, each one leaving a crack in your heart.

Rafe offered you something you should have never taken. A small baggie filled with fine white powder. You should have never even considered it. Drugs were never your thing. You wouldn’t even smoke with JJ when he offered a hit of whatever he was smoking. But the idea of anything taking your pain away enticed you.

And that’s how you ended up here. Broken, alone, and craving something only Rafe could supply you with. Literally. He came around every so often, sliding a small baggie under the door for you. It was the closest thing you and Rafe had to a friendship.

Today was particularly a bad day. It was dark and rainy outside and you remembered John B’s birthday should be quickly approaching. You missed him. God, did you miss him. You would do anything to hear his voice again or steal his clothes or go surfing in the ocean with him.

You trudged out of bed towards your dresser that held a faint line of coke left over from yesterday. With a one dollar bill, you sniffed the rest of it up your nose and blinked back the sting of tears that pricked your eyes after you did it. A rush of energy sparked up your body, through your toes and up to your head. You immediately felt lighter and that the world was spinning a little faster. But with that rush came a surge of emotions. You went from being sad to being angry real fast.

You hated Ward. You hated Shoupe. You hated this house. You hated Kooks. You hated yourself. You hated everything about the Outer banks. You just wanted to leave.

You find the closest thing to you, a small makeup mirror, and smash it against one of the locks on the door. You’ve done this hundreds of times and by now the door was scratched and bruised from your abuse, but you didn’t care. You didn’t feel the glass of the mirror slice into your skin as you continued to bang it on the metal lock. You didn’t care if Ward and the others heard you throwing another temper tantrum. You just wanted out.

When you felt the lock stumble to the side of the door, you froze in your place. You stared at the broken lock, wondering if this was all a dream or a hallucination from your high. “No fucking way,” You mumbled. You looked down at the door knob and repeated the same movements until the handle completely fell off and clattered to the floor.

You dropped the mirror and stuck two fingers through the hole in the door where the door knob use to be. While holding your breath, you slowly pulled the door open and couldn’t believe when it moved without any hiccup.

You never thought that you would get this far, and now that you were here, you didn’t know what to do. You felt scared. Cautiously, you stuck your head out to make sure no one was in the hallway. When the coast was clear, you tip toed throughout the house, listening to the eery silence that filled it. No one was home.

When you passed Rafe’s room, you stopped. You were out of supply and you needed more. Rafe owed you anyway, you told yourself. So you ransacked his room. Found about four more small baggies and stuffed them in your pocket before leaving.

As you walk through the halls, you pass Ward’s office and paused. It was open and unlocked. Even before all this shit happened, you never remember it being this way. You didn’t know what it was. Maybe it was the adrenaline from another escape attempt or maybe it was the cocaine, but you walked yourself into that office and looked around.

You cursed at all the accomplishments hanging on his wall, the trophies, and expensive relics of random shit. His desk was neat and orderly despite the major crime he was trying to cover up. You sat yourself in his chair, trying to imagine what it felt like to be him. Motherfucker probably felt like a king.

You went through his drawers, thumbing through random files you had no business looking through - most of it work related stuff and banking information. You tucked that one in your pocket for later.

Then you hear something thump against the drawer when you pull it out. A revolver. Small and silver. Cold against your fingertips. You breath hitched as you brought it up to your face. It felt like you were holding a bomb. An object that could change your life forever. Another fresh set of tears threatened to roll down your face but you shook them away. No. No more being sad.

You shut the drawer hard and walked out with a couple new items in your possession.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The Pogues were spending another dreary day at The Wreck. The September sun might be out, but their spirits were down. Two of their best friends are dead and the other is trapped with two murderers. They were scared for you and have tried everything to get you back. They tried talking to the cops, they tried breaking her out. But each times the cops got in the way. They were running out of hope. At this point, they didn’t even know if they would ever see you again. They just hoped you were okay. They knew you tried escaping a few times and prayed that you would eventually get yourself out of there soon.

“JJ, you gotta eat,” Kie sighed as she watched JJ play with the fries in front of him. If anyone was handing it the worst, it was JJ. Both John B and Y/N were his best friends first. Hell, he was in love with Y/N. Had been since the sixth grade. One of his biggest regrets is that he never told you. Now he didn’t know if he ever would.

“’M not hungry,” JJ mumbled.

The door above the restaurant entrance rang as a couple of police officers walked in for their lunch break. The group of three glared at them as they walked in with their cocky stride and their hand resting on their tasers and guns as if everyone should be scared of them.

“Fucking cops can’t do their goddamn job,” JJ sat back in his seat and flicked one of his fries down on the table. He hated them. More than he ever had. He couldn’t believe these people took an oath to protect this county. Fucking cowards, all of them.

“Fucking assholes,” Kie said and watched her father approach them with a friendly smile.

Pope snapped up when an idea popped into his head. “Sarah’s sister.”

“What?” Kie’s brows furrowed.

“School starts next week,” Pope explained. “She’s starting high school, right? What if you tried talking to her? Maybe you can -”

Pope paused when he heard the sound of the police radios echoing off the walls from their belts.

“Code10-92. Runaway teen last reported on Baker’s Street. Proceed with caution. Last seen wearing black sports shorts and a white tank. Suspect may be armed and dangerous.”

JJ’s head snapped back to his friends with his brows pinched together. Could this be you? Could you have made it out again? But what did armed and dangerous mean? That didn’t sound like you.

Shoupe radioed back to the station. “On our way.”

The officers dropped ten dollars in the tip jar before charging out the door to go to their vehicles.

“We gotta go,” JJ stood up first and stuffed his phone and keys into his pocket. The other two nod and follow him out the door. If that call was about you, they wanted to find you before the cops did. “Okay. Kie, go home. She tried going to your house last time. Maybe she’ll try that again. Pope, go to Heyward’s. She trusts your dad. She might try to find him for help.”

“Where are you going to go?” Pope asked.

“Everywhere else.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

You trudged through your old home with heavy feet. Nothing in there felt familiar to you - like it belonged to you in another life time. You first went to your room and stared at the girl in the mirror. You didn’t recognize her. Bones sticking out of your skin, dark bags under the eyes, and cracked lips and dry skin.

Without thinking, you took the gun that’s still in your hand and smashed it against the glass, shattering it all around you.

Ignoring the stinging in your hands from the shallow cuts on your skin, you moved on to the next room. Your brother’s room. It looked like a tornado made its way through here. Everything was tossed and turned from the police and FBI ransacking it during their search for John B. Nothing felt like it was John B’s anymore. Nothing felt private. And that pissed you off.

Next you went to your dad’s office, somewhere you haven’t been since you found the compass. Even now, it felt like you weren’t supposed to be in here. If you believed in an afterlife, you would think your dad would be shaking his head at you.

The office looked like John B’s room did. Whatever belonged to your dad now belonged to the state. The only things left were random files and belongings the police didn’t find of importance. But they were important to you.

The first thing you found was a picture in a cracked frame of you, your dad, and your brother from when you were ten. Your dad was holding both of you as you blew out the candles on a birthday cake. Looking at the picture, you felt your heart being shredded apart. The picture only brought back pain and grief. You wanted that happiness back that ten year old you portrayed in that picture. But you can’t have it. Ever again.

A cry ripped through your throat as you chucked the picture across the room. From there, you went on a rampage, throwing and kicking anything that was in your way. You took one of the baggies out of your pocket and dumped it on the desk in front of you. Without any precision, you fixed the lines up with your finger and took a long whiff. You gripped the roots of your hair and tugged as you sobbed loudly and felt one of the biggest headaches explode in your brain.

You paced back and forth in the office with the gun held in your shaky hands. You were mumbling to yourself about your options and how horrible of a sister and daughter you were for leaving your family behind. You wanted to see them. You wanted to be with them and prove to them you never meant to abandon them.

You didn’t hear the door to the Chateau open or the sound of footsteps following your cries. It wasn’t until you heard his soft, delicate voice that you turned around and stared at your best friend with wide eyes and a startled expression.

“Y/N...” JJ breathed out. He didn’t see the gun yet. He just saw you, crying and broken and not looking like the girl he knew only a few months ago.

“What are you doing here?” He didn’t recognize your voice either. Hoarsed and scared. “You’re not supposed to be here!”

“The cops are looking for you! Okay? We need to get you out of here!”

“I’m not leaving!”

“What?” JJ looked at you like you grew two heads. “What are you talking about. We -”

“No! I said I’m not leaving! Agh!” Your hands flew up to your pulsating head and gripped at your hair again. The pounding in your head was excruciating and wouldn’t go away. Between the cocaine, your cries, and the exhaustion, you didn’t think it would ever go away.

That’s when JJ saw the gun and took a shocking step back. His hands immediately flew up in surrender and he gulped down his nerves. Now he knew why the cops had called you armed and dangerous. Probably because Ward reported a stolen gun. JJ never knew you to be a violent person. It wasn’t in you. You couldn’t even hurt a fly. Which meant you didn’t steal this gun to hurt someone else. But probably...

Then his eyes flickered to the desk where he saw the reside of white powder next to an empty baggie. Now he was petrified because he didn’t know how to get through to you - if he even could get through to you.

“Y/N, baby. Put the gun down.”

“No,” You shook you head. “No, no, no. I need to see them. I need to see my dad and John B!”

“Y/n...”

“I should’ve gone with them. I should’ve - I - I didn’t mean to leave. I’m so-sorry, John B. I’m so sorry.” You were a mess. Tears and snot and running all over your red and puffy face.

JJ kept looking between you and the gun. His only comfort was that he knew you didn’t know how to use it. You wouldn’t even touch the one he stole from Scooter Grubs. But that didn’t mean accidents couldn’t happen.

“I can’t do it anymore,” You continued. “I can’t go back there. I won’t. I won’t. I just want to see my dad.”

JJ took a hesitant step closer to you and nodded his head, keeping his hands up. “Okay. Okay. What if I helped you see your dad?”

“H-How?” You hiccuped. JJ didn’t know where he was going with this. He just knew he had to get that gun out of your hand. He took another step closer to you, but this one made you jump back. “No! No! Stay away!”

“Okay, okay!” JJ yelled back at you. “Hey. I’m here to help you, okay? Whatever you want to do.”

“I want to see them. I want to say sorry. I - I’m so sorry.”

“Y/N, they’re not mad at you-”

“I’m sorry, daddy, I -”

With you distracted, JJ took the opportunity to run at you and tackle you to the ground. He ignored the pang in his heart when he heard you cry harder, wondering if he hurt you, but he cared more about keeping you alive. He wrestled the gun out of your hands and quickly emptied the cartridge. He chucked the multiple pieces across the room and wrapped himself around your crumpled body.

“No! No!” You shrieked in JJ’s shoulder and gripped onto his shirt for dear life. “Please! Let me go!”

JJ held on to your crumbling body as you wracked with sobs. Exhaustion quickly took over you as the adrenaline slowly vanished out of your system. Your throat was on fire from all the crying and the screaming. Your chest felt empty and your lungs heavy. All you wanted was to close your eyes and never open them again.

JJ couldn’t hold back his own silent tears as they ran down his cheeks. He hated seeing you like this. And he hated even more that he didn’t know how to help you.

“It’s going to be okay,” He said as he brushed the hair out of your face. He kissed the top of your head with his soft lips and kept mumbling into your head. “You’re going to be okay. I’m never leaving your side again. It’s going to be okay.”

He didn’t know if he was trying to convince you or himself. He jus knew he had to make you believe it.

About ten minutes later, he felt your body relax against his. When he found you fast asleep, he pulled out his phone and texted Kie to pick the two of you up.

Until Kie got there, he stared at the delicate skin on your face with such admiration. Rage bubbled through this veins as the ideas of what you possibly went through in the that hell hole in Figure Eight.

He knew it was going to be a long road to recovery. He knew there was a lot of fixing that needed to be done. But he made a promise that he will never let you out of his sights again. Because today was a close call. And he never wanted you to be that close to death ever again.

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