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九つの命/9 Lives Translation

Hi!! So, @foxy-and-tales asked me to tell her what was going on in the comic mentioned in this post. After skimming through it, I thought it'd be good practice - and it'd be easier to answer her question - if I just went through it and told her what it all meant. I realised by that point I was doing a translation, and since I was going to the trouble anyway, I thought I'd post it publicly.

So, the full comic is here. It's basically a comic that has 7 little stories about Kakashi's ninja hounds and their lives with Kakashi. It's an adorable, heartfelt story and I absolutely love the personalities that the artist gave all the ninja hounds and the depictions of their relationships with Kakashi.

My translation will be this post, follow it as a script. I don't have the skill or knowledge to edit and typeset and change the images myself - and I wouldn't do that anyway, as it would involve reposting the art and changing it without the artist's consent. But I do think that not referring to the pictures as you're reading through the script really harms how sweet this story is, so if you can go through the comic slowly whilst referring to my (amateur) translation of it, I hope you can get a glimpse of that!

WARNINGS: There is a depiction of an already dead dog in part 4 😢, and some (human!) male partial nudity in part 6 (😉)

Tagging: @scaredlittlefoxy @lemony-snickers @backalleykat @whatshernameis @gwedosuns @topsyturvy-dream @ice-icebaby @cosmiclattes

This is also the artist’s note that follows after the comic, that I’m putting here:

(Artist’s note translation)

"This is a story about the daily life of Kakashi and the eight ninken.

The ninja dogs’ personalities etc mightn’t be faithful to the source material.

The dogs live free range in Kakashi’s house.

There is an illustration of a dog dying, though it isn’t any of the ninken. Please take note.

You don’t have to read it, but below this are the dogs’ personalities:

Shiba: Friendly and sensitive

Biscuit: Childish and Selfish

Akino: Calm and cool demeanour

Bull: Timid and Quiet

Urushi: Ladykiller. A little bit dim. (Note: Himbo!)

Guruko: Annoyingly helpful and naggy

Uhei: Pure-hearted and cheerful

Pakkun: Same as in the series"

Some notes and then onwards into the translation under the cut:

Please take heed before continuing:

I’m not a professional translator, in fact I’ve done very little of this, so there’s some guesswork and liberties taken, and I don't claim that that there’ll be no mistakes.

I’ve separated it out by sections and pages, so you should be able to follow the story from following the speech bubbles (right to left) and referencing the lines here by speaker

Each space between a line denotes that it’s the next speech bubble

A new line but no change in speaker will denote that it’s the same character talking, but in the next panel or speech bubble

Italics means the character is thinking or flashbacks. I'll try and make this obvious as I go but the artwork should make that clear too.

Brackets are my additions, or me translating things like signs etc, or brackets will have smaller background dialogue not in speech bubbles. I'll try to make this clear as I go.

Stuff surrounded by * denotes actions or onomatopoeic actions/words in panels

Ask me if there’s any parts that confuse you about the story!! The way I’ve done this isn’t easy to follow but it's the best my dumb brain could come up with

TRANSLATION:

Title page

(p.1)

ここのつのいのち

9 Lives

(p.2)

1. ‘I won’t tell anyone’

(SFX: dogs playing and wagging tails)

Kakashi: Hm? You’re not gonna play, Shiba?

Shiba: …No. …Hey, Kakashi’

Kakashi: Hm? What?’

Shiba: There’s a girl I like’

Kakashi: Ohhh… I won’t tell anybody.

I won’t tell ~ I won’t tell ~

(p. 3)

Shiba: She’s really cute…

Kakashi: That’s great ~

Shiba: But I haven’t even spoken to her once

Kakashi: You should go for it ~

(SFX: *happy dog panting*)

Shiba: I’ll come back as soon as I’ve talked to her!’

Kakashi: Yep!

Shiba: I’ll be right back, definitely!

Kakashi: Ok, ok (lit. Yes yes)

(p.4)

Shiba: She’s already got someone (lit. she’s already in a couple/has a mate)

Kakashi: I see…

Shiba: She said her mate hurt his leg and can’t walk so he's staying at home…

(p.5)

Kakashi: Shiba, you know.. have feet that can walk anywhere…

So maybe you’ll meet an amazing girl again, won’t you?

(*dog cries*)

Kakashi: ...I won’t tell anyone. (*Comforting doggy*)

I won’t say anything. I won’t say anything.

(Kakashi: Aw, Shiba is pretty sweet to me, huh?)

2. Biscuit’s Sausage (note: I know his name is technically Bisuke in Japanese, but Biscuit is his dub name and it’s too adorable so that’s what I’m going with here! Also suits the personality he has in this story. What a biscuithead this boy is)

(p.6)

Biscuit: -You’re so sneaky, Kakashi! I wanted to eat sausages!

*crying dog noises*

(Uhei: Sorry, Kakashi…

Guruko: I told you!!)

Kakashi: You know if you eat sausages, Biscuit, your tummy will get sick, right? I’m boiling cod for you right now

(*tantrum noises, pounding feet and barking*)

Biscuit: *angry puppy noises* I hate fish, you idiot! I said I want to eat sausages! Sausages! Sausages!

Kakashi: *sternly* Biscuit

Biscuit: *whimper*

(p.7)

Biscuit: Kakashi, you IDIOT!

(2. Biscuit’s Sausage)

Biscuit: *sniff*

(Sign says Konoha Pet Food)

Biscuit: This is the store that sells the dog food Kakashi buys! Wow, maybe they have sausages here too!

(p.8)

Biscuit: I wonder if I'll be able to eat as much as I want… *gulp*

But if I did that, Kakashi would get in trouble

No, maybe…

*heart pounding*

Kakashi kept it (this) a secret just from me, because I'll get sick...

(Apron says Konoha Pet Food)

Shop Lady: *shuffles*

Biscuit: I didn't do anything yet!!! * heart pounding*

Shop Lady: Oh my… you really just talked!

Shop lady: You’re Kakashi’s pup, aren’t you?

(p.9)

Shop lady: Kakashi got you to come here, huh?

(Shop lady: you’re a good boy!)

Bisuke: Oh, no-

Shop lady: Though, he shouldn't have made you come pick it up without contacting us, huh? Here, sausages!

Biscuit: Sausages?!

Shop lady: There’s a pup among you guys that can’t have normal sausages, right?

It was a request from Kakashi.

He said he wanted me to make some especially for the puppy who can’t handle meat.

(p.10)

Shop lady: Well, here you go!! You’ll tell Kakashi we’re sorry for making him wait, won’t you?

Biscuit: Oh, um… But I don’t have any money…

Shop lady: It’s fine, because it’s Kakashi!

Whenever he has free time, he comes to pay.

I have a deal with him, you see. And he can't get the food if he's not here...

Next time, come together with Kakashi, okay?

(p. 11)

Kakashi: *casually picks up Bisuke* Thank you! This is for you ~

Shop lady: Thank you, come again!

Biscuit: Kakashi…

Kakashi: Hm?

Biscuit: Sorry…

Kakashi: Yeah…

I’m sorry too. I gave everyone else sausages while keeping it a secret from you.

I thought you’d definitely want some if you saw…

(Kakashi: But I got caught.)

(p. 12)

Kakashi: But…. Everyone’ll want some if they see this, too.

How about stopping by the park and eating it there?

We’ll keep it a secret from everyone 😊

Bisuke: *happy face licking and barking* When we get home, I’ll eat the cod too!!

Kakashi: Uhh… Well, Uhei and Guruko already ate it…

Bisuke: WHAT?!!!

(Flashback, Uhei and Guruko saying ‘Cod! Me too!! Me too! I want to eat some too!’)

3. Kakashi’s smile

(p. 13)

*paws thudding on ground/running away*

Kakashi: …Got you.

Akino: Ack!

It’s always only me that you brush so roughly, Kakashi!

Kakashi: It can’t be helped, can it? You have the thickest fur, Akino

*brushing softly* It’ll be over soon, it’ll be over soon…

Other doggies: That seems nice to me, Akino…

Kakashi: Hey, it’s falling out, it’s falling out ~

Akino: !!!

Kakashi: Look, it’s a mini Akino!! So much fur…

Akino: That’s too much hair off the bottom, Kakashi! Wha…

(p. 14)

*Kakashi continuing to laugh at his mini Akino*

Akino: There are times now where Kakashi summons us, even if he doesn’t have any business for us to take care of…

(Back then) he never ever summoned us outside of missions…

(p. 15)

Akino: He was doing all kinds of things, but he was the kind of person who never had a smile on his face…

Kakashi: If I had more time, I could make an even hairier one, you know

(Other dogs: *laughing* Akino: That’s a lie!)

Akino: Kakashi…. You're having fun?

Kakashi: *genuine smile* Yep, I am!

Akino: *smile* If you feel like it, you can keep going…

Kakashi: Oh?

(Later, Akino notices Kakashi has put sunglasses on the mini Akino)

4. Timid Bull (CW Animal Death)

(p. 16)

Bull: I’m the last ninja hound that came to Kakashi’s home.

Before that, I was living in a training centre for ninja hounds.

(4. Timid Bull)

The dogs I lived together with there… were all adopted when they were puppies.

But I still lived at the training centre, even as I became fully grown.

Ninja Hey, that dog looks tough, doesn’t he?

Centre manager: Yes, but… he’s not all that suited for battling…

Despite how he looks, he’s actually a timid dog.

Bull: I… I’m scared of insects. I’m scared of noises.

I’m scared of blood.

Centre manager: Because he can understand the stories of troubled humans, you see…

Bull: I’m scared of anything other than myself.

(p. 17)

Bull: Nobody would want a dog like me, right?

Kakashi: I found a good boy ~

Bull: *panicking* There’s no manager here!

Kakashi: Hello ~

Bull: …Hello… *heart pounding*

Kakashi: Ah, one that talks, huh…

Would you like to become one of my pups?

(p. 18)

Bull: Me…? Me, really? Quit it… That’s enough joking around.

Kakashi: What do you mean?

Bull: No-one wants me (😢)

Kakashi: No-one?

I want you, though.

Bull: What kind of a strange person would want me, I thought

(p. 19)

Bull: There were lots of dogs at Kakashi’s house

(Happy barking doggy noises)

Uhei: Woah, you’re huge! But among these guys, I have the fastest legs, you know!!!

Guruko: And I have the best nose!!

Biscuit: And I’m whiny!! (Note: lit. ‘I’m selfish!’)

Shiba: I have the sharpest bite!

Pakkun: I am the wisest. (Note: Pakkun I think uses Kansai-dialect Japanese lol so he sounds kinda... distinct. This is hard to convey for me lol)

Urushi: I’m popular with the ladies ;)

(Akino: I’m the fluffiest!)

Bull: I was so confused

You… you’re not scared of me?

I’m huge, and I have a scary face… So no one comes near me.

They all said they weren’t scared.

The reason, they said together, was…

(p. 20)

‘Because Kakashi brought you, Bull!’

Everyone was totally relaxed, as if they had no worries at all.

They all clung to me as if it was completely natural to do so.

I realised that there’d always be someone beside me.

(p. 21)

*sounds of paws scuffling against ground in first two panels*

*jumping to the ground noise in third panel*

Kakashi: …Bull, this way is a dead end.

Bull: …Sorry.

I couldn’t go back to where you were, and I thought so, but -

(p.22)

Bull: *looking at dog* He asked me to stay by his side.

…He was an enemy, but he was already dying.

That’s why, Kakashi….

Kakashi: …Yep.

Let’s give him a send-off together.

(Note: this was a tricky one because Kakashi says 送る, which means send, and is used with mail etc, but can mean to say farewells to the deceased, which is why Bull comments on it on the next page)

(p. 23)

Bull: He wanted to say ‘I want to bury him’

But Kakashi said ‘send-off’.

Lightly, as if his life force was still there

There… there are a lot of things that scare me.

When I was waiting for this dog, I was scared.

But I couldn’t refuse his request.

(p. 24)

Bull: …I’m spineless.

Kakashi: Everyone else has lots of things they’re scared of, you know.

That’s why they all stay by your side, Bull.

If you’re there, everything will be alright. That’s how everyone feels.

If you’re close by, everyone’s able to feel safe.

(p. 25)

Kakashi: ….This puppy, too.

Dying dog: …Please…

Bull: That dog…

Dying dog: Stay with me, until the end…

Kakashi: Because you stayed with him, Bull, he felt at peace, didn’t he?

Bull: I don’t think that dog was happy…

…Kakashi.

He was very thin, and he also smelt like he was sick

To protect themselves, his owner didn’t treasure this [this dog’s] life.

Kakashi, I…

Somehow, I..

I’m very…

(p. 26)

Bull: I wanted to cry out as loud as I could..

Kakashi: Yeah… (I’m not sure who’s saying this line)

Bull: For feeling guilty towards that dog, and for knowing Kakashi…

For my life being here now.

For my life, I wanted to cry it out until the blood came out of my throat.

(p. 27)

Bull: That dog…

I wonder, was that dog ever able to feel like this, even once?

(Flashback) Doggies: Because Kakashi brought you, Bull!

Uhei: Hey!!! Bull!!

Shiba: You’re late!!

I was worried, you know!

Guruko: (to others) Hey, Bull came back!!

Bull: I’m Bull. The dog that Kakashi found.

5. Urushi’s scales

(p.28)

Urushi: I think I’m good looking

(5. Urushi’s scales)

Girl pups: Ahh~ Urushi…~

Urushi: I’m popular with the ladies

(note: he uses メス, which means bitch in the literal sense - a female dog - and all the puppers use it to refer to human women too. So I just left it as ladies, as I don't think the pups mean it to be crass, they just use dog language and apply it to humans as well as themselves)

Sometimes I’m told ‘it’s probably because you’re one of Kakashi’s ninken’, but…

(Background lettering over the other dogs says ‘Unstylish/Uncool/Lame’)

But my other friends aren’t all that popular, really.

Still, I think it’s because I really am good-looking after all.

(Choruses of ‘Urushi~’, ‘Ahh…; and ‘Let’s play together, Urushi)

Urushi: Hehehe…

Being good-looking is a great thing.

Guruko: Hey, Kakashi!

(p. 29)

Guruko: You got hit by a girl again, didn’t you?!

Kakashi: *laughing* No…

Akino: Why were you hit by a girl? Do girls not like you?

Uhei: It looks like it hurts…

Kakashi: Nooo ~

Shiba: You’re so strong, Kakashi, why were you hit?

Biscuit: You couldn’t avoid it?

Guruko: *Steam from nostrils* I’ll fight her for you!

Kakashi: It’s fine, it’s fine ~

What are you saying?

(p. 30.)

Urushi: Kakashi said ‘I took responsibility’.

Sometimes humans say things I don’t understand…

Girl dog: Urushi… pair up with me.

Urushi: If Kakashi’s saying it, it must be important…

Be… Because I’m one of Kakashi’s ninken?

Girl dog: It has nothing to do with that. I like you, Urushi

Urushi: Wow… *heart pounding*

Girl dog: Pair up with me, and…

I want you to leave the ninken. (Lit. Stop being a ninken)

(p. 31)

Girl dog: I love you, Urushi, but what if, on a mission, you…

I can’t stand the thought of that!

Leave the ninken, and… always stay in the village with me?

Urushi: This girl’s a beauty, and has a kind personality…

I think that I might want to be with her…

Should I leave the ninken?

(p. 32)

Urushi: *perplexed*

Kakashi, Bull and Biscuit: *zzz, sleeping sounds*

Urushi: If I said I wanted to leave the ninken…

Kakashi: (in Urushi’s imagination) If that’s what you want, Urushi

It’s fine with me! (Background: It would be a shame, though…)

Urushi: I feel like Kakashi would say something like that…

Do I want to do that…? Not really, but… *sigh*

Hey, Pakkun.

(p. 33)

Pakkun: Something bothering you?

Urushi: Yeah, there is

I have to decide between two things, but it’s difficult…

I want both of them, but I can’t have them.

Pakkun: … Is it a girl problem?

Urushi: Yep ~

Pakkun: That’s just like you, Urushi. (Pakkun’s imagination shows two girl pups arguing:

Urushi!! Which one will you choose, me or her?! *indignant barking*)

When making a decision about something, one needs to think about what’s most.

...important to oneself.

Let’s say you balance both sides on your scales…

Urushi: My scales?

Pakkun: For example….

(p. 34)

It’s not the physical weight, but the weight of what you think is precious and important. It’s the weight of those feelings.

If you think about which is heavier, you’ll find the answer.

Kakashi: You guys are having a kinda complicated conversation, huh…?

Pakkun: Oh, Kakashi, you woke up, did you?

Urushi: *heart pounding*

Kakashi: My scales lean towards sleep, you know..

Let’s eat soon, okay? Please…

Urushi: Kakashi…. Are you happy that I’m here?

(p. 35)

Kakashi: Hm? Yeah, I’m happy!

Urushi, of course I’m happy ~

(Note: the word Kakashi uses is 嬉しい, which is ‘ureshii’ so Kakashi is making a pun with Urushi’s name here.)

Urushi: *blush* Okay!

Pakkun: What we were just talking about… Don’t talk about it in front of Shiba.

Urushi: Huh? Why?

Pakkun: Seems like he recently had his heart broken…

(p. 36)

Urushi: The thing that’s most important and precious to me… isn’t you.

That’s why I can’t be with you.

I can’t be with you, but… you’re a beautiful and amazing lady.

So, let’s meet again one day ~

Biscuit: Kakashi! Kakashiiiii! It’s awful!!

(p. 37)

(*throbbing pain*)

Biscuit: Urushi’s hurt!!

(*dogs barking*)

Guruko: Let’s go fight them!! *steam from nostrils*

Shiba: No way, is it a girl? Kakashi, you better tell him off!!!

Kakashi: Did you get into a fight with a dog from the village?

Urushi: No, it’s not that…

I took responsibility.

I’ve got a manly mark on my face, heh~

Shiba: You better tell him off!! *bark*

Pakkun: That’s it…

6. Kakashi’s Helper Team!

(p. 38)

Kakashi: I’m home~!!!

Guruko: ?!!! Kakashi, you stink!!

Kakashi: *sweetly smiling* Oh, stop it…

I saw Asuma after a long time, and we talked and ended up getting some drinks… It was nice to see him… *flops down on floor*

Guruko: Take a bath!!!

Don’t go to sleep!!

(*soundly sleeping*)

(p. 39.)

Guruko: Uhei! Uheiii!

Uhei: What is it?

Guruko: Let’s clean up Kakashi!

(6. Kakashi’s Helper Team!)

Uhei: Ehh… But if he wakes up, he’ll take a bath himself, won’t he?

(SFX: Heave-ho! Heave-ho!)

Guruko: We can’t leave Kakashi as he is when he’s this stinky! It’s fine, take it off!

Uhei: Uh, this is stuck half way, I can’t take it off

Guruko: Because you haven’t taken off his leg bandages!

(p. 40)

Guruko: Damn, this is stuck half way *pulling*

Uhei: Isn’t that because you haven’t taken off his headband?!

Guruko: This is enough, let’s carry him to the bath like this!

(*dragging noises*)

Uhei: Won’t his clothes get wet?

Guruko: It’s fine, because we’re going to wash them anyway!

Uhei: It’s amazing… Kakashi still hasn’t woken up!

Guruko: Okay, let’s wash him!

Uhei: Isn’t that… the shampoo that we use?

Guruko: It’s totally safe!!

If it’s fine for us to use, it’ll be fine for Kakashi too, right?

Uhei: I guess…

(p. 41)

Uhei: We can wash his body, but what about his clothes?

(SFX: *scrub scrub*)

Guruko: If we wash them together, it’ll be fine! Hey, pour some hot water over here ~

Uhei: Okay!

(SFX: *splash*)

Kakashi: *suddenly yelling* I’m gonna die!!

Guruko: *screaming*

Kakashi: Even with my face covered, if you pour hot water on me, I can’t breathe, you know!! You really can’t do that.

Guruko: You woke up…

(SFX: *heart pounding*)

Uhei: You really scared me…

(p. 42)

Kakashi: You’d started something, and I wondered how far you’d carry on… Ah, I’m drenched.

Guruko: Ah, I’m sorry, Kakashi!!

Kakashi: Well, anyway.. you guys ended up cleaning yourselves pretty good too. You’re all drenched, too.

Guruko: Then I’ll go get some towels!!

Uhei: Kakashi, Kakashi

Guruko acts the way he does, but he really loves looking after you!

Kakashi: I know.

Biscuit: I want to have a bath with Kakashi too ~

Guruko: That’s not it! It’s just all slippery (note: not accurate, but the gist is that Biscuit misunderstands and Guruko puts him straight)

7. I’ll always love you

(p. 43)

(Flashback)

Sakumo: Pakkun…

Pakkun…

I have a favour to ask.

(Present)

Pakkun…

(SFX: Snoring)

Kakashi: Pakkun..

(SFX: Gasp)

Pakkun: Huh?

Kakashi: It’s time to eat.

(p. 44)

Pakkun: Alright.

(Other dogs: Food~ Food ~

Kakashi: Yes ~ Yes ~)

(Flashback)

Sakumo: Pakkun…

Pakkun….

Pakkun..

(p. 45)

Pakkun: Kakashi?

Kakashi: Hm?

Pakkun: For the mission report before… You didn't need me, did you?

Why did you bring me?

Other dogs: We want to come too!!

Kakashi: It’s just Pakkun for today

Kakashi: Hmm…

Hey, let’s relax here for a little while.

Pakkun: What’s this…

Kakashi: Come on…

Well…

(p. 46)

Kakashi: I want to talk about Dad.

…No. Maybe it’s a confession?

Talking about Dad…. Felt like something we couldn’t even broach. Ever.

I think you felt this way too, right, Pakkun?

I couldn’t tell you earlier that ‘it’s all right now’. Even though it was.

It was just a matter of timing, I guess…

Pakkun: But I wasn’t waiting for you to say that… Even if you’d have said it earlier, that’d have been good, but..

Why, out of the blue like this?

A change like that… Just like…

Just like…

(p. 47)

(Flashback)

Sakumo: I have a favour.

(Present)

Kakashi: The day Dad died…

Ever since then, for a long time, now… I became strange.

I’ve been nothing but trouble for you.

Pakkun: Kakashi-

Kakashi: Even though… you were hurting over Dad not being here too.

(p. 48)

Kakashi: Dad was your first master, right?

You really were precious to him.

….The other day, when you were having a nap, I woke you up, didn’t I?

It might have been because of the food, but your nose was twitching.

At first, I thought you were growling.

When I woke you up, you had a really startled expression when you looked at me.

I understood right away.

You were thinking about Dad, right?

(p. 49)

Kakashi: You were having a dream about Dad that time, right?

Thank you for always being considerate towards me…

But it’s alright now.

From now on, I want you to tell me…

The things about Dad that only you know.

(p. 50)

Pakkun: Sakumo…

(Sakumo: Pakkun…)

Pakkun: …really was a loving, kind man.

Kind, and…

(Sakumo: Pakkun…)

Pakkun: Kind, and…

…Kakashi.

I’ll tell you about Sakumo.

The things I’ve always wanted to tell you

I’ll tell you now.

Kakashi: Okay.

(p. 51)

Kakashi: Thank you for telling me about Dad, Pakkun.

Pakkun: …Don’t you dare die.

(Pakkun…)

I’ve had enough now.

Yeah. Enough.

(p. 52)

(Sakumo: I’m asking.…)

Pakkun: Sakumo…

The two of you are exactly alike.

Kakashi: Oh, really?

Pakkun: Everything’s alright now.

(p. 53)

“Kakashi!”

(p. 54)

(No text)

(p. 55)

Kakashi!

(p. 56)

Kakashi

(Note: I think the favour Sakumo asked of Pakkun was to take care of and be mindful of Kakashi always. This isn't outright stated)

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Scream. Part Four: Help Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Platonic Peter Parker x Reader Pronouns: She/Her Warning: Swearing, fighting, little fluffy. Summary: Scream pleas with Venom to help her, when he refuses you strike a deal with her. A/N: Gets a little heated in this one. I’m not sure how many more parts there will be but im excited with what I have planned for this. I barley had time to proof read this one so, sorry if theres any mistakes; Ive been editing my podcast at the same time ha. If you want to be tagged, just ask <3 Master list of chapters

When you finally woke up, you found yourself in what you could only presume was a cell. Though it wasn’t bars and a metal bed, no. It looked comfortable and the walls almost seemed invisible if it wasn’t for the blue hue. What the hell happened.

You stopped panicking long enough to notice Bucky was sat in a chair just outside your cell. You allowed your eyes pan over him for a moment. His body seemed calm but the look on his face screamed worry. “You’re awake” he words were soft and despite your current situation, they made a part of you melt like butter. He pushed himself off the chair taking a few steps closer to your cell. “what-what happened?” you stumbled over your words as they seemed to crack in your throat. You listened to every word that spilt from his lips, explaining how Venom knocked you out, that Venom’s host was called Eddie Brock and despite them both being arseholes, Eddie seemed much more rational. He ended his little speech claiming that they had come up with an agreement, You were to stay with the Avengers, try to control the Symbiote or completely get rid but Tony argued his point of how it had to be your choice and despite Venom’s obvious opposition, Eddie managed to get him on board. You sat with the information you were given for a moment, allowing it to sink in. You clearly had a big choice to make. I want to talk to him. It sounded like she was crying and instantly broke your heart. “She want’s to talk to him! I want to talk to him” your words seemed a little too stern but you stood your ground. Bucky nodded before leaving the room without another word.

You were only alone for a couple of seconds until a large framed man walked through the sliding doors. You watched the way he carried himself and already you could tell that Bucky was telling the truth, he was an arsehole. He stopped in front of you cell, a smirk etched onto his face which caused your eyes to roll. “She wants to talk to Venom” you demanded, in which he cockily shrugged and instantly morphed into the large Symbiote, it didn’t take long until Scream made her appearance. She was silent for a moment, you could feel your eyes welling up at the emotion she held. “You have to help me” though she stood confidently, her words showed weakness, even more so when he laughed at her. “You have to help me!” she repeated, her words louder now, causing Venom to growl slightly at her. “Help you? Look at you, no amount of help would stop you from being so pathetic” he spat at her, you could feel the anger bubble through your blood as his words cut through you. “You can’t just leave me here like this. We’re suppose to be family!” anyone with ears could hear the pain in her words. “You have to help me understand” she pleaded but you couldn’t take it anymore.

For the first time since she bonded with you, you took control. Forcing yourself to appear, your eyes filled with tears as you looked up at Venom. “Let me talk to Eddie!” you spat at him, your face showing nothing but disgust at the actions of the Klyntar. He laughed before his form shifted back to Eddie. “Can’t you talk to him” you so hoped that he would agree, that he would be the middle man, Scream needed so bad but alas, he just shook his head, a small laugh left his lips. “Look, it’s not my problem, I’ve got better things to do. I can’t babysit yet another Symbiote” he shrugged. Your eyes narrowed at the man as he turned on his heels to leave the room. “You’re both cowards.” You whispered, as he waved you off.

You sat back slight on the bed that was provided in the cell, trying to figure out what to do. You thoughts rushing from one scenario to another. One thing was for sure, you weren’t going to let them pull her from you. We can do this together. Despite her silence, you felt her gratitude towards you. If you can promise me, you wont try and kill everyone. I’ll help you, I’ll help you figure it all out! She promised and with that you called to Friday and asked to see Tony.

When you told Tony your plan of helping Scream, he was a little unsure but soon came around. You got him to agree to let the part he extracted from you, back into your body so that she could fully bond with you. Once you rested after you felt the rest of Scream find its place in you, you headed towards the gym. You saw Peter go in there not long ago and you figured he would probably be the best bet to help you with these new powers. With each step you could feel Scream getting stronger, it scared you a little, considering how much of a loose cannon she had been but you chose to trust your instinct.

Pushing the door open to the gym, you looked around to spot Peter, sitting on the edge of a boxing ring swinging his legs, listening to Happy drone on about the importance of understanding his strength. The bored expression on the teens face wasn’t lost on you causing you to giggle a little. Both their head snapping towards you before you started taking steps towards them. “Sorry to interrupt the pep talk” you giggled finally reaching them, you hand settled on Happy’s shoulder for a second. “You mind if I steal the kid for a moment?” you questioned he seemed reluctant at first but nodded, realising himself from your touch and throwing a look Peter’s way as if to say their conversation was yet but over.

You waited until the man left the room before turning to boy. Giving him a small smile before propping yourself next to him. “How you feeling?” he questioned, his voice a little shaky. You almost forgot how terrified he looked at you after he first met you. You nodded slowly pressing your lips into a thin line. “Actually, I feel great!” you admitted, placing your palms on your thighs. “I actually came here to ask you a favour!” you’re face scrunched up a little as you awaited his response. “Yeah- yeah sure. What is it?” you allowed a small smile to grace your face as he stumbled over his words. Assuming the boy had been fully informed of the decision you made, you sighed a little. “Well, considering you and Scream seem to share the same sort of... powers, I was hoping you could help me- help her figure them out” your words were slightly unsure of asking him to do such a thing. He took a moment, figuring out his decision before finally nodding, a little too aggressively.

You had probably been in the gym with the boy for hours at this point, constantly morphing in and out of your natural form as Peter taught you how to use your powers, the ones he shared with you anyway, despite being completely taken back by the webs that shot from her skin compared to the device he wore to make it happen. You on the other hand experienced scaling the celling for the first time, you couldn’t deny the fear that spread through your entire body, despite not having any control over it. Finally you had completely exhausted yourself but the boy barley broke a sweat, your head snapped at the sound of the door swinging open. Now standing in place of the door was Bucky, laughing slightly at how the two of you contrasted each other. You looked up at him like a saving grace for a moment, thankful to be done with this training experience. You noticed he was holding something in his hand but you couldn’t quite make out what it was.

“I think i’ve taken up too much of your time, Kid!” your words were breathless as you peeled yourself off the canvas you once sat on and patted him on the shoulder. Making your way over to the taller man, with a grateful smile on your face. He greeted you with a sly laugh, slightly mocking the way you obviously couldn’t match Peter’s stamina. Without a word, he held up a DVD case and displayed it on his chest. You’re eyes glossed over it for a moment before returning to his gaze with a rather large smile. “Fight Club?!” mixing you confusion with excitement as he escorted you out of the room. “Yeah, figure you’ve had a long day and you seemed almost offended knowing I haven’t seen it yet” a light chuckle left his lips as you both made your way towards your rooms. You didn’t say much of anything else before you reached your room, you told him you just needed to shower and signalled to the beads of sweat rolling across your body, he nodded and made his way to his room leaving you to do just that.

After you felt sufficiently clean and swapped your clothes for some that laid spare in one of the dressers, you made your way to Bucky’s room, lightly brushing your knuckles over the door. It took a couple of seconds before he answered with that forced smile of his. Though you knew it was genuine you couldn’t help but wonder if after all this time he’d simply forgotten how to smile. He lead you towards the bed before handing you a beer. You took in the sight of his dark room for a second before pressing the bottle on your lips, allowing the cold liquid run down your throat. You watched him fumble around with the DVD case attempting to figure out how his TV even worked. You didn’t offer any help, it was far too entertaining to get involved.

Finally he conquered the TV and sat back on his bed, holding onto the remote. He patted the mattress beside him, signalling you to climb on and you did just that. You allowed your body to curl up as you rested your back on the headrest of the bed, slightly turned in Bucky’s direction, resting the cold bottle on your thigh. When he noticed you had gotten comfortable, he pressed play and relaxed himself. You couldn’t help yourself looking at him every time something good was about to happen, needing to take in his reaction and never being disappointed. Every so often, he’d catch your gaze but instead of commenting on it, he’d ask about the plot line or one of the actor’s. You where taken back a little as he reacted the same way you did when Brad Pitt appeared on screen with nothing on but washing up gloves but it only made you laugh.

With your beer’s finished and the room now filled with the sound of Where is my mind by the pixies, you allowed yourself to stretch out a little. “So...” you pestered the older man, nudging him slightly with your knee. He just nodded in response, looking up at you. “Good, hu?” you giggled slightly placing the empty bottle on his night stand. You listened to the song for a moment, unintentionally singing along as you seemed distracted. You snapped back to reality as you felt eyes on you, looking up at Bucky, you couldn’t help but note how incredibly handsome he was in this moment. The way his eyes seemed to soak you up, the smile that got a little more natural every time he allowed one to pass. “Thank you” you whispered softly, slightly taken back by the way he looked at you. You’re eyes now filled with admiration for the man, you admired how he took the time out of his own busy day to make yours a little easier. He just shook his head at your words, his eyes darting between your eyes and your lips. The air suddenly feeling far to thick for your lungs as he got closer and closer to your face. The heat radiated off your cheeks as you felt his breath blow on you hair gently, each strand slightly tickling your face. Before you could even register what was happening, you felt his lips on yours. You didn’t react at first, taken back by the sudden gesture but as soon as you managed to wrap your head around it, you leaned into his lips kissing him back a little more hungrily than it started. You felt his arm wrap around your waist pushing you on your back gently as he hovered over you. Your hands explored his hair, grasping at it a little as he laid you down so delicately. Your breathing became short and restless as his hands explored the rest of your body, tickling slightly as he allowed his finger tips to tease the hem of your shirt. Oh, that’s hot!

Startled by the voice in your head, you pulled away from a moment only to receive a confused look from Bucky, attempting to ignore it, you pulled him back to your lips, easily falling back into his grasp. I wonder what he does with the metal arm. You groaned slightly at the voice in your head, praying and begging she would just leave, let you have your moment. Of course she didn’t, every so often she would say something to pull you from the moment until you had, had enough. Finally you pushed away from Bucky completely. “Go away!” you shouted, your hands resting on your temples. Bucky seemed a little taken back by your sudden out burst, sitting up right on the bed. “I thought you wanted to –“ he started before you turned your attention to him, a defeated look on your face. “No, I do – I really do but” now turning away from him, you could feel your face getting slightly flushed. “She keeps talking to me” you admitted only to be met with his laugh. You felt the weight of the mattress shift as he made his way closer to you, you felt the strap of your shirt fall onto your forearm before the sensation of the cold kisses he planted in it place, slowly making his way to your ear. “I know how we can shut her up”

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Totally Meant For That To Happen | Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: It’s Y/N and Peter’s first date, and not all goes as planned.

WC: 4.8K

Warnings: Nothing, as far as I know

A/N: At last, this is the thing I’ve been talking about for weeks now! Finally finished, (a bit poorly edited), and very cute. This is technically the second part of the first Peter Parker imagine/oneshot thingy I wrote a couple of weeks back, but can be read on its own!

Enjoy!

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“You look beautiful honey,” my mom complimented me as I walked down the stairs.

It was the day of my first date with Peter, and to say I was nervous was an understatement. I was more on the verge of breaking down in stress.

“Thank you, and thank you for the dress,” I smiled, giving her a small hug.

The day after Peter had asked me out, she had dragged me to the mall to buy me “something nice to wear for once”. We’d settled on a cheap, white cotton dress that actually somehow was comfortable and looked pretty good on me. “Are you sure you shouldn’t have a jacket, just in case you get cold?” dad asked, a concerned frown on his face.

He had been surprisingly okay with Peter asking me out, claiming that if anyone were to date me, it should be the sweet childhood friend who dad had known since birth.

I sighed, and ran up to my room to grab a beige wool cardigan, before running down again. Mom stood ready with the car keys in hand. I hugged my dad goodbye, and then we were in the car.

“Are you excited?” Mom asked as we pulled out of the driveway.

I nodded, straightening out my skirt over my lap and trying in general not to look at the road. I was really excited, but I was also very, very nervous. Peter and I were best friends first, and now we were taking a step into new territory, but what happened if we found out we didn’t like each other as a couple? Were we now crossing a line that would be impossible to step back from?

“I remember my first date with your dad. I was also really nervous, wondering if the risk of getting my heart broken was worth it. But honey,” she paused to look over at me, making sure I was listening. “It was worth it, and it’s always worth it. Unless the guy is giving off bad and possibly dangerous vibes, then it is not worth it, but this is Peter, so you don’t have to worry about that.”

I chuckled a little, thinking about how he had just that day told me a story about how he managed to save a girl out of an abusive relationship by bringing her to a shelter that dealt with stuff like that. It wasn’t what he usually had to do, but he was the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man, which meant he looked out for and helped everyone, whether that help was finding the way to the nearest grocery store or getting out of abusive relationships.

“Yeah, but that’s not what I’m afraid of mom. Peter is my best friend, and I don’t want that to stop. I’m just scared that it won’t be the same. Or that we will break up, and won’t be able to get to the same place we are now.”

The one hand she kept on the gear stick, she moved to rest above mine on my lap. “Honey, everything has already changed. That doesn’t mean it’s changing for the worse! And yeah, there is a possibility that you two break up - according to statistics a very high chance - but that does not mean you won’t be able to find your way to where you are now. It might not be completely the same, but it can still be just as wonderful.”

I sighed. I had already gone through this speech with myself when standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, but it did help a bit having my mother hold it. “Yeah, I guess, I just can’t shake that feeling. But besides that I’m really excited!”

Now it was my mom’s turn to chuckle, squeezing my hand before she put it back on the stick.

“What are you doing tonight?”

I shook my head. “I have no idea. He refused to tell me what, he just told me to dress ‘pretty and comfortable’, so I’m guessing we’re going to the movies or something.”

“Hmm, maybe. Do you know how long you will be gone?”

I shook my head again. “Nope. Like I said, he refused to tell me anything. If you want to know when to get me, you’ll have to ask him.”

“I’ll make sure to ask him.”

The rest of the way was just my mom talking about why I shouldn’t be nervous and me growing even more nervous for every feet we drove closer to his apartment.

When we were finally there, I wasn’t even sure I would be able to get out of the car. I was sure I would just drip out of it in a puddle of nervous. Thankfully, my mom reminded me that I had to breathe, and then made sure to give me an extra tight hug.

Peter was there when I turned to the doors of his apartment build, a bouquet of beautiful flowers in his hand, and a grin adorning his cute face. I felt my heart jump out of my chest, and my mood immediately went from feeling incredibly nervous and excited to feeling incredibly calm and happy to be in his presence, and as he hugged me, there was like a tranquility settled over the whole atmosphere as I looked into his chocolate eyes and our own little bubble shielded us from the rest of the world.

I wondered briefly, as he made his way over to me, when I had started to separate the rest of the world from us. When had one look transported me to another place, where no one existed but us? When had I become such a love-sick sap?

“H-Here, these are for you. And… you look beautiful by the way.”

Warmth spread across my whole face as I accepted the flowers, taking note of the daisies - my favorite flowers.

“I’m sorry for ruining this little moment for you, but, uh, Peter, when can I come to get Y/N?”

And just like that, the little bubble burst, and in came all those annoying noises of traffic and bypassers and birds and whatever else could make sound in a big city.

“Uhm, around ten,” his voice rose, which I knew by heart meant he was unsure and insecure.

“It’s okay, mom, I’ll send you a text, and if it’s too late I’ll take a bus.” I grabbed Peter’s hand, something I had stopped doing in third grade when we got made fun of because holding hands meant we were boyfriend and girlfriend. He intertwined his fingers with mine, and I discovered with glee that his cold hands fit perfectly in my warm hands.

“Okay, just be safe,” she gave me a one handed hug, as I was busy holding Peter’s hand, “and have fun.”

I smiled and looked over to Peter, who looked a little nervous and uncomfortable. “I think it’ll be an amazing evening, thanks mom. Do you think maybe you could take these home with you and put them in some water? I’d hate for such pretty flowers to die on me.”

She smiled, accepted the bouquet and gave us one last wave, before she walked back to the car.

“O-kay,” Peter said, his voice doing that little jump thing that usually happened when he was nervous. “Are you ready?”

I nodded, and grinned because now that bubble was back and I felt safe and content, like nothing bad could happen to us. He started walking, and I followed him, wondering where the heck we were going. He walked very close to me, our arms brushing together, and sometimes I would look up at him and I would see his bottom lip between his teeth, which was not a Peter-thing to do.

One hundred and fifty-seven steps into our date (I had to have something to focus on so that I wouldn’t just combust), I took the chance and grabbed his hand. I felt him stiffen for half a second, before he gripped my hand tighter. When I looked up at him again, he wore the same idiotic grin I wore, and his chocolate-y eyes was fixed on me.

He suddenly stopped, and his eyes widened.

“Oh, wait, we were supposed to turn right there.”

He pointed to a back alley, and I looked up at him with questions in my eyes. What kind of date was this supposed to be?

When he saw the look on my face, he grinned again. “I’m going to show you something cool.”

I scrunched my eyes and nodded my head to the side, but followed him without a word. He was Spider-Man, he wouldn’t let anything bad happen to me in a sketchy back alley, right?

With the light slightly fading, and the smell of a thousand dumpsters and the sticky pavement filled with broken glass, this definitely was not one of the most romantic places I had been taken, but I still had hope. That hope, however, started to fade when he started to look around behind the big dumpster.

“Uhm, Peter, what are you doing?”

He ignored me, and soon he pulled out a backpack. “Okay, I think you’re going to like this, but I’m going to need you to hold on really, really tight.” Cue the panic.

“Uh, what? Hold on ti- Peter, what are we doing again?”

He rolled up the arms of his blazer to reveal something on his wrists. When he stepped closer to me, I felt my heart speed up, but I was 99% sure it wasn’t because of his proximity this time.

“I’m going to show you what it’s like being Spider-Man.”

I was confused for half a second before I realised what he meant. What did Spider-Man do? He swung around town, helping people in need. And since it didn’t seem like we were going to help people now, we were probably going to swing around town.

“Peter?” I questioned as he stepped even closer to me.

He seemed to notice the way I had tensed up, how my breathing had picked up and the way I nervously picked at the hem of my skirt, and stopped and put his hands down to his sides.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to…”

I noticed the panicked glance in his eyes. He hadn’t prepared for this at all. I gave him a nervous smile.

“No, I want to… I just don’t want to plummet to my death on my first date.” He stepped even closer, we were only a couple of inches away from each other. “I won’t let you go, you won’t die today. Not on my watch.”

This was the first time the whole date where he didn’t show any signs of insecurity. His voice was calm and his arms laid calm by his sides and his breathing was steady. I nodded, because how could I not believe him when he looked at me with the confidence I didn’t even know he had.

“Okay. How am I doing this?”

He smiled again, and stepped closer, wrapping his arms around me. For half a second I was not able to breathe as his scent engulfed me, and all I could see was him and all I could feel was him and all I could hear was him.

“Hold on tight, don’t let go and enjoy the ride.”

I wrapped my arms around his, and suddenly I was swept off my feet, figuratively and literally. I wrapped my legs around his torso as soon as we were off the ground, and suddenly I felt like a koala. I didn’t mind it though, and it didn’t seem like Peter minded either, as he just wrapped his one arm around me tighter. Even though all that kept me from falling off Peter and plummet down to the hard ground was my limbs tangled around him and his one arm, I felt completely safe. It seemed like he was stronger than I had realised, because he held me up while swinging around without seemingly a strain. I even heard a little laugh one time, which made me smile into his shoulder.

I didn’t dare to lift my face off his shoulder, because I knew as soon as I did and saw how high up we were, I would freak out.

After what felt like an eternity (a delightful eternity at that), we landed. “Okay, we’re here, you can get off now,” Peter laughed, helping me loosen my limbs and jump down.

We were on a rooftop, and I raised a questioning eyebrow at the boy in front of me. He didn’t answer, just nodded towards me. I turned around, and saw some blankets and a basket set up. My stomach did somersaults as I thought about how he did this for me.

“This is a place I go sometimes. When, you know, life becomes a lot. When I need to escape a little bit.”

I turned to Peter. He was a lot closer than I thought, so I almost crashed into his chest. His hands went to my waist, and I felt the heat from his touch travel to my chest and my cheeks and stomach. It fuelled everything in me, changed my sight so that I only saw him.

“Thank you for sharing this with me.”

God, I could get lost in those chocolate eyes.

It was good that Peter was able to tear his eyes away from mine, because I was hopeless. As he led me to the blanket, I was still in a Peter-induced daze. I barely even noticed that he was holding my hand before he let go of it. “Here, I didn’t know what kind of soda you liked best, so I brought all of them,” I looked as he pulled out small bottles of black, yellow, clear, amber and red soda, then looking at you with his lips stretched in a thin line. Also something he did when he was nervous.

“Wha- Peter, oh my god that was not necessary!” I said, almost laughing at how cute his nerves were, but when I noticed the way his cheeks tinted red and his eyes looked away from mine to focus on the hem of blazer instead, I quickly added: “But I really, really appreciate that you did this for me. I really don’t understand how you could be this kind.”

The smile I received back was one that made my breath catch in my throat and my stomach do even more somersaults and my body fill up with electricity. If I was stood, I would probably fall because of how weak my knees and really all of my joints felt.

“S-Should we eat?” I stuttered, still not able to breathe properly.

He was just so pretty, so kind, so amazingly him, and somehow I got him. I hadn’t even noticed how much energy I used thinking about him and keeping my feelings at bay not to ruin the friendship. Now that I could really let myself fall, I did so quickly, and without any ability to get back up, but I didn’t regret, because this moment, with the sun starting to settle and Peter all for myself and those eyes, god those eyes, I could live a lifetime on this memory alone. We started to eat, the bread and then the hors d'oeuvres that Peter claimed he and May had made themselves (but I noticed the plastic box they were in which Peter tried to hide that said the name of some bakery), and then the strawberries and chocolate and candy he had brought.

He was talking about some science-stuff, to be honest I’d fallen off about five minutes ago, but I tried to follow him. While also using this excuse to look at his face. If you just looked at it without thinking, you would say there was nothing special about it. Brown eyes, thin lips, free of any hair-growth etc. But when you looked closely, you would notice the thin, thin spread of barely there freckles over his nose and cheeks, and you would notice how his left brow was a bit more messy than the right one, and you would notice he got small wrinkles around his eyes when he smiled.

I probably should have paid closer attention to what he was saying, or at least what he was doing, because when I came back from planet Peter, I noticed his face was closer to me than before. And also a bit more upset.

“Y/N? Hello, are you there?” He waved a hand in front of my face.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry, I got distracted…”

He smirked, a smile that I’d barely ever seen before. A confident smile, one that looked really, really good on him. “By my face?”

I blushed, looking down from his eyes because I couldn’t stand that half-curious, half-knowing glance he gave me, but then I couldn’t look down too much either because he was right there. How could I not look at him when I had the chance?

When I looked up, he was even closer, and his cheeks were flushed and his breathing came out a bit faster and his eyes were wide. All I could feel was butterflies. All I could think was Peter.

He closed in, my eyes fluttered close, I put my hands on his knees and leaned a little bit forwards.

“So I think maybe it is the - Hey, kiddos, I don’t know how you got up here, but you’re not allowed to be here so get down!”

Some guys wearing jumpsuits and nametags with a big paper in their hands shouted at us, breaking us apart.

“Y-Yes, sirs, we’re gonna go now!” Peter stuttered as he started to clean up all the food into the basket, me helping him get stuff.

When everything was ready, not very long after, we ran to the door where the men had come out from - we couldn’t exactly escape the way we came there, unless Peter wanted to be outed as Spider-Man - and ran down the stairs, hand in hand.

We didn’t stop until we were both a heaving mess on the asphalt under us. We were both laughing, which made it even more difficult to get up and compose ourselves. Every time we tried to stop, we would make eye contact and the laughter would continue. It was about five minutes later, with a hurting stomach and cheeks in pain that we finally were able to stop… with great struggle. “Okay, that did not go as planned!” I exclaimed as we gathered up the stuff and started to walk away from the spot we’d stood laughing like maniacs for the last minutes.

“What, I totally planned for that to happen!” Peter exclaimed beside me, releasing a small giggle from me.

“Sure you did, everything that happened now was meant to happen.” I laughed.

Peter grabbed my hand, and the way he did it so casually of it made my heart flutter again. This was a thing we could do now, just, hold hands without it being a big deal. At least not for everyone around us, for me it was a huge deal.

“So, where to now?” I asked, letting our intertwined hands swing between us.

“I don’t know, where do you want to go?”

“I know a really cool spot in that park by you, we can go there?”

He grinned and nodded, a small, brown curl falling down in his face. I stopped and pushed it back, and as soon as my fingertips touched his skin, it tinted red. It was nice to see it was not only him doing this to me, I could make him react in the same way to me as he I did to him.

I let my fingers stay in his hair, looking up into his curious brown eyes, wondering what my next move would be.

Maybe we would kiss then, maybe it would have been magical, but we never even got to the “almost-kissing” stage before someone bumped into us and ruined the little moment we had.

We weren’t very far from Peter’s apartment, so after about five minutes of walking in awkward silence, we were there. I grabbed his hand this time, leading him away from the normal path through the park and to the little cluster of trees there.

Even though I hadn’t lived near that park since I was nine, I still knew my way around like the back of my own hand. I also knew about the little clearing right behind the cluster, where you would be hidden from the road the rest of the park by trees and bushes.

“Wh-where are we going?” Peter asked confused as I navigated the way through the trees, trying not to let any of the branches scratch up my skin or the clothes I’d borrowed.

“To the little clearing behind here. I used to play here when I was a little kid.”

I finally stepped out into the greyish light of the sky, and stopped dead in my tracks. Peter came right behind me and almost bumped into me.

Maybe I should have realised that some place that would be hidden from the outside world would be found by drug-users, but even when I looked at all the needles and plastic baggies and beer bottles strewn around, I had a hard time believing it. The image just did not match the one from my childhood.

“Oh, I, I guess I haven’t been here in a while…” I muttered, looking over to Peter’s face to see how he was reacting to it.

His face showed a little bit of disgust, but as soon as he saw my disappointed look, it turned into one of sympathy. “Let’s get out of here. I think I know of a place we could go.”

As we made our way through the trees again, I couldn’t help but notice how he was closer to me than before. Almost pressed up to my back, and I could feel his eyes on me almost the entire way. When we got out again, our cheeks a little bit scratched and our hair full of leaves and branches, I didn’t let myself think about what other’s thought, or what Peter thought.

He grabbed my hand again, I briefly wondered if I would ever not notice that he did that, and he held it harder and was closer to me than ever before.

“It looks like it’s going to rain,” I muttered, just so we could have something to talk about. So that I could distract myself by how badly this date was going.

“Yeah, we should go back to my apartment,” I didn’t look at him as he answered, but I could feel him squeeze my hands and pull me along a little faster.

“I think I deserve a medal,” Peter suddenly said, halfway to his place.

I looked at him with confusion, not knowing what the hell he was talking about. “I managed to plan the worst date in the history of bad dates.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the way he said it, with his chest puffed a little out and unwavering confidence in his light voice.

“Yeah, I’ll call the people I know in Guinness World Records right away!” I played along.

Just then, I felt the first cold drop of water on my cheek. My natural reaction was to quit the playing and hurry up to get out of the rain as fast as possible, but Peter stopped, and since I was holding his hands and he was about one hundred times stronger than I was, I stopped too.

“Wha-Peter, what are you doing,”

I felt more and more rain, in a few seconds it would be pouring, and he was still standing there.

“Everything that could go wrong went wrong on this date. I’m just embracing it,” he shrugged, then he tugged me closer to him, still a grin on his face.

“You know I joked, right?” I asked when he placed his hands on my waist a bit awkwardly, looking into my eyes.

“It wasn’t that bad, I’m just stumped that someone decided to use such a great place as a place to do drugs.” I had to almost scream over the sound of the traffic and the rain drumming down.

I was soaked to the bone when Peter lifted on hand to cup my cheek, letting his thumb trace my jaw, cheek and eventually lips.

As he started to lean forwards, the noise of everything else drowned out, and it was only him, me and the butterflies in my whole body. I stood on my tiptoes, and clutched the wet fabric of Peter’s shirt and closed my eyes. As soon as I could feel his breath on my lips, my heart jumped out of my chest and my eyes closed. A few seconds later his lips touched mine. A second after that he pressed them a bit harder against me, and by then I was gone into some fairytail land where only him and me existed.

Kissing him came as naturally to me as breathing. I really couldn’t believe I had once thought I didn’t how to do this. I couldn’t believe I once had thought I could live without this. I let one hand go up to his hair, let it tangle in his wet curls, at the exact same time that he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me even closer. I let a sigh slip from my mouth.

To be honest, by the time we had to part for air, I had completely forgotten that we were on a street. The good part was that there were barely anyone there to see us since it was raining. The bad part was that it was raining and I was soaked to the bone and I could already feel a cold coming on.

Even though Peter was ridiculously warm, it still wasn’t enough to fight the cold seeping into my skin, making it bump up and forcing my lips to quiver.

“Okay, we should probably get inside.” Peter whispered into my ear.

I nodded and grinned up at him, because even being as cold as I had never been before was not enough to not enjoy my time with Peter.

A couple of times on the way back to his apartment he stopped me and pecked my lips. Every time I felt like I was walking on clouds, and judging from the little jumps in his steps, he did too. As we walked hand in hand, I started to wonder if this even was real. Was it possible that one person could make you feel like this? Was I just the luckiest girl in the world who got to experience this?

The rain started to pick up, so the last few minutes we were full on running, not even looking at each other. I wondered what I would do when I got to him. What would aunt May say when she saw us dripping wet, as if we hadn’t even tried to get out of the rain. Well, we hadn’t, but she wouldn’t know that.

Finally finding shelter, Peter opened the doors to his apartment complex and pulled me in, conveniently making me crash into his chest.

“Hi there,” he whispered, his fingers pushing a stray bundle of hair behind my ear and looking into my eyes.

I grinned, not breaking eye contact. I was already starting to stand on my toes when I whispered “hi” back, and a few seconds later we were kissing again. It didn’t last for very long this time though, almost just a peck on the lips, before we pulled apart, knowing anyone could walk in any minute.

“So, you want to come with me up to tell May how fantastic this date went?” Peter asked, his voice a little bit scratchy. Maybe he was catching a cold too.

I laughed and untangled myself from him, taking his hand instead. “Of course.”

As we walked up the stairs, I thought about all those worries I’d had before this date. Now, with his hand in mine, it seemed impossible to think that we would ever stop being friends just because we stopped dating. We loved each other too much for that, we would quite literally go to the end of the world (or Queens) and back for each other. We would always be friends, but right now we had the added bonus of getting to do more intimate stuff with each other.

He looked back at me, gave me a smile. I smiled back, my lips probably blue from the cold and my once comfortable dress now not so comfortably sticking to my body. It was fine though, because I was with Peter, he didn’t care that I looked like a drowned cat, or that I was about to meet his aunt with scratches all up my arms and messy hair and flushing cheeks from knowing what might happen as soon as we’re alone. We were together, we loved each other, and when all came to all, that was all that mattered.

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I hate liars. (chapter 4)

Author’s note: Here it is. It’s been over a year and idk if anyone who read the first three chapters when i first uploaded them is going to be reading this now but hopefully you do. And for all the newer readers, I hope you’ll like it too~~ (edit: had to re-upload because of a bug)

Also, give a warm welcome to our newest character Jungkook! (literally needed a character super tall with broad shoulders and Google immediately recommended Jungkook damn boi). Jk will be a recurring character and the other BTS boys will probably appear from time to time. I’m also looking to add a badass female character in the next chapter so look forward to that ♡

Genre: mafia!AU, bourgeoisie, forced relationship and graphic imagery (if you’re not comfortable with any of those themes, please do not read) // female mc

Word count: 2,5k+

Starring: Kang Daniel (Wanna One), Dong Ha (actor) & Jeon Jungkook (BTS)

Summary: You never really knew how your father got involved in a gang but you knew what he did for a living, for the most part. But when a rival gang comes to get what they’re due and your father refuses, everything turns to horror.

chapter one • chapter two • chapter three

Marble floors and high ceilings. Gorgeous dresses and expensive tuxedos. Dom Perignon flowing in every glasses. You had never seen such an unnecessary show of wealth before but you suddenly understood why Hyunggyu had prepared such a getup for you. He needed you to be the center of attention but in a room like this, it wasn't an easy thing to do. This wasn't just a high school reunion you go to after going through a glow up to impress all the bullies you internally despise. No. This was on a whole other level. These were people who didn't know you, didn't need to know you but that you needed to make want to know you. These were people you needed to charm in order for your head to stay on your shoulders. Quite literally.

You exhaled a sigh of relief when a waiter passed by you, holding out his tray full with champagne glasses. Your left hand reached for a glass as the pressure on your right slightly intensified. "Be careful with that. Wouldn't want you to get drunk and throw a fit." A slight smirk laced with hatred crossed your lips, a small ball of rage building inside your chest. You brought the glass to your lips and took a sip, reveling in the exhilarating feeling of the fine bubbles on your tongue. "Don't worry, I know what you brought me here for. This is only a little bit of liquid courage." You took another sip before Hyunggyu stole the glass from your hand. His eyes bore into you as he finished the glass before disposing of it on the nearest decorative table. Hyunggyu brought his hand to your shoulder, moving your hair back and exposing your collarbone. He brought his lips to your skin, peppering kisses all over your collarbone as you awkwardly stood there, making eye contact with the passing guests. Your left hand made its way to his chin, gently getting him off of you. People kept passing you by, quite clearly eavesdropping and you forced yourself to smile as if completely lovestruck with your fiancé. "Not here in front of everyone, darling." You felt like you were going to puke at the sweetness that escaped your lips. Hyunggyu seemed extremely pleased with your sudden show of affection though, and even slightly confused at whether this was really all for show or not. Could you really be faking all of this so expertly? "Finally warming up to me, kitten." You clenched your jaw slightly as you brought your lips near his ear so you could whisper out of earshot. "If you believe this is anything but an act, you're fooling yourself." You left a slight peck on his cheek as you moved back, analyzing his reaction. You felt sick to your stomach after doing that, fearing in what your momentary bravery would ensue. But to your surprise, Hyunggyu chuckled, a bright smile crossing over his lips. It almost seemed genuine. "Kitten's got claws. I like it." Before you could disintegrate into a puddle of nervousness right in front of his eyes, Daniel appeared in front of the both of you. He whispered something in Hyunggyu's ear and gestured to a nearby staircase where two bodyguards dressed in nothing but black were waiting for them. Hyunggyu turned back towards you, bringing your hand to his lips as he left a warm kiss on its back. "Be a good kitty and go socialize, will you?" he said as he stared straight into your eyes. You managed a tense smile before Daniel whisked him away. You let out a breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding and scooped another glass from a passing waiter. This was going to be a very long night.

The fabric of your dress flowed beautifully around your curves as you made your way into the ballroom. You took in every little detail of the beautiful hall, analyzing and memorizing. A small stage had been built at one end of the room, opposite a balcony connected to two massive marble staircases leading to the garden. The mayor would probably be making a speech at some point during the evening and you already dreaded having to look interested. The rest of the room was arranged around a massive wooden dance floor, standing tables scattered all around it. The sight was quite mesmerizing and you had a hard time visualizing anyone actually living here. As you stood there, in the entrance to the ballroom, you quickly realized you had captivated a few people's attention. You smiled coyly as if shy at the sudden spotlight put on you and pushed a strand of hair behind your right ear before making your way to a table. You pressed your hands into it, trying so desperately to steady yourself. You started feeling dizzy as soon as you entered the ballroom, realizing all too soon you were finally alone. No Hyunggyu. No Daniel. No one. You could run, try to escape. There were so many people here, it'd certainly take Hyunggyu enough time to realize you were gone for you to get far enough from here. As you analyzed the room once more, your attention drifted towards the balcony and you recognized a familiar face standing beside the open doors. You couldn't quite figure out who he was exactly, but you knew one thing for sure: this was one of Hyunggyu's men. Like he would dare leave you alone on your first full day with him. How innocent had you been to even picture that happening? The man was staring straight back at you, smirking as if he had caught you red-handed. You acted like you hadn't recognized him, your gaze only skimming over him like he wasn't interesting enough to hold your attention. You tried to suppress the growing ball of nerves taking over your stomach, making your palms increasingly sweaty. You looked back down at your ring, feeling the cold, hard diamond beneath your fingers. This felt more like shackles than an engagement ring to you and you suddenly realized something. Your story wasn't only one of revenge anymore. It was one of survival. By bringing you here, Hyunggyu was putting you through a test that you would fail and pay for with your life, or succeed and get rewarded for with some sort of power in this relationship. And by taking you out of the gilded cage he had so masterfully built for you, he had also given you the chance to make connections, create your own circle of people with power. And you weren't about to squander that opportunity because of fear or rage. You needed to keep your cool if only for a chance at a future escape.

A young man dragged you out of your thoughts. You looked up at him and instantly turned on the charm, smiling happily that you didn't have to be the one to make the first step towards anyone here. He looked about a couple of years younger than Hyunggyu but also a lot stronger, his shoulders so broad you could evaporate from anyone's view simply by hiding behind him. He was probably about the same height as him but he still towered over you even though you were wearing high heels. The grin plastered on his face was reminiscent of the one that seemed constantly hung on Hyunggyu's lips but you could see a tinge of playful flirtatiousness hidden behind it. "Who would dare leave such a pretty lady alone at a boring party like this?" he asked, putting his hand in front of you and bending over as if waiting to kiss the back of your hand. You couldn't help but chuckle at the overly played-out romantic gesture that had you shivering in fear a couple of moments ago and gave him your left hand. "My lovely husband-to-be, I'm afraid." You knew eyes were on you and your every move would be reported back to Hyunggyu. Flirting with a handsome young man like this? Not a good look for a woman supposed to be engaged to a man she adores. But harmless banter to secure relationships while clearly showing you were taken, that had to be accepted. You saw his eyebrow twitch as he took in your comment and examined the ring on your finger, trying to figure out who could possibly afford such a thing. He still placed a chaste kiss on the back of your hand, standing back up as he tried and failed to keep his composure. "You're trying to figure out if you haven't just royally pissed off someone very important, aren't you?" a light chuckle escaped his lips at your remark, visibly relaxing as the mood lightened. "That obvious, uh?" A hand crept up his neck, clearly embarrassed as a carefree smile illuminated his fine traits. "It's sort of a habit of mine. Pissing people off over beautiful women like yourself, that is." You couldn't help but smile, feeling the weight of the last day slowly lifting off of you as he made you laugh. "Well, that surely makes me feel very special." You both laughed at that, all the awkward tension of a first meeting evaporating into thin air. Being so carefree with someone you had barely met made you realize you had never felt that with Daniel over the past day. As protected and safe as he had made you feel, as warm and comforting as he was, he hadn't helped you feel so... you. He'd been your solace in this dark world you'd been thrown into, but you couldn't disassociate him with how you met him. Why you met him. You couldn't help but think of him as part of this perpetual hell you were now stuck into. But him, this man right in front of you, had managed to make you feel so liberated in such a short time and you couldn't help but smile sheepishly at that thought.

A tall older woman, strikingly beautiful, made her way towards your table, her hand landing gracefully on the man's shoulder. You instantly figured she probably was his mother. "Jungkook, would you be a dear and introduce me to this young lady?" You could hear a slight snobbishness in her tone and yet the movement of her eyes, skillfully eyeing you up and down showed nothing more than a mother evaluating the worth of a potential future wife for her son. You held a smile back and before Jungkook could try and introduce you without even knowing your name, you stuck your hand over the table. You put a slight tension in your shoulders, looking purely regal. "(y/n), Kim Hyunggyu's fiancée. It's an absolute pleasure to meet you. Your son makes for wonderful company." You could tell by her reaction that she had no idea who Hyunggyu was. You complimenting her son, on the other hand, made her absolutely overjoyed - even though she tried her damnedest to keep a smile from breaking her composure. She took your hand in hers and cheerfully introduced herself as the wife of a very powerful politician Daniel had told you about. She had two boys, Jungkook and his older brother and you could tell she was in absolute adoration of both of them. You turned your attention back to Jungkook and you could see in his expression that he, on the other hand, knew very well who Hyunggyu was. Jaw clenched and brows furrowed, his eyes kept darting back to your ring, every look only seeming to make him angrier. You didn't know why knowing who your fiancé was making him so angry but you could easily imagine what Hyunggyu might have done to elicit this reaction. You suddenly felt a slight pressure on your lower back and your entire body tensed before you forced yourself to look composed and relaxed. Hyunggyu had placed himself right in between you and Jungkook. As you turned your head to your right, you gaze was met with Hyunggyu's who looked utterly pissed off. You placed your hand flat on his chest, exposing your diamond ring for the entire room to see as the lights above played a mesmerizing spectacle on the slick surface. "Well, hello there." Your lips brushed against his skin and you left a small peck on his cheek before leaning back into his grasp. He seemed both completely shocked and utterly pleased at your little display of affection. You didn't know which reaction you hated the most. You felt like a prisoner in his arms. Trapped and left to your own despair. You hated yourself for playing along, but as soon as you decided to engage with Jungkook and his mother, this sick little game you were playing with Hyunggyu wasn't for your own good anymore: it was for theirs. Because you knew damn well what a pissed off Hyunggyu could do and you weren't about to have blood spilled because of you. Not any more. Hyunggyu looked over at who had kept you company. His eyes skimmed over Jungkook's mom and instantly landed on him, narrowing as you felt the pressure on your back getting more intense. You slightly moved your hand against his chest, trying to grab his attention. "These wonderful people were keeping me company while you were busy, darling. I'm sure you've heard of Ms. Jeon and her son." The words that left your mouth felt foreign. This body didn't feel like yours anymore. And yet, your mind was so focused on putting on a good front for Hyunggyu, for yourself, but also for every single person you would ever come in contact with from now on. These words, laced with a sweetness that felt like poison on your lips, were the only things that would keep Hyunggyu from murdering innocent people. Because he wouldn't ask questions. He wouldn't act rationally. He would see a young, handsome guy talking to the woman he's forcing into marrying him and he would order the first minion he'd find to silently take care of him. "Did you take care of everything? I missed you." This version of you, this act you managed to put on both disgusted you and made you proud of yourself. Because you knew it was your only way of having a chance to make it out alive. It was your only way of hoping for a normal life, if you could ever get back to that. It was also the fastest way to losing your sanity. You finally saw Hyunggyu's jaw unclench as the pressure on your back lessened and Hyunggyu shook both Jungkook's and Jungkook's mother's hand. "Of course I have. It's a pleasure to meet you both." His attention turned back to you and a smirk tugged at his lips. "Everything went great. How about we start enjoying ourselves now, what do you say princess?" Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown.

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limitededitionsanderssidesblog · 6 years

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Speech Impediment - Chapter 3

Ships: Romantic Logicality, pining prinxiety, platonic dlamp

Summary: Halloween is just a few days away and the deadline for his project is nearing. Deceit wants nothing more than to work on his story, but things get in the way when the others invite him to a Halloween costume party. There’s only one problem... Deceit’s never been invited to a party. In other news Dexter discovers he hated almost every single type of alcohol in existence except one.

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Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Dexter sat comfortably at his desk as he worked the hours of his Wednesday afternoon away on his creative writing project. His snake, Dee Dee, made herself comfortable wrapped around his shoulders, content with watching her owner work on his computer.

After two all-nighters and much help from his new friends, Dexter was able to come up with a story idea. It was under the prompt ‘it was all just a dream’ to write a mystery, horror, suspense short story. It took place with a woman named Abigail who woke up in a small, coffin like, box; a voice speaking to her through a speaker directing her to escape with only a few tools before all the air was sucked out. When she made it out she was in another box and so on.

He was at the part when Abigail was about to drown as water filled the room from the bottom when the door opened, and in bounded Patton with his normal energetic behavior. Not long ago, last week, Dexter learned that Patton had ADHD, so the way he acted was no longer surprising to him and now expected.

“Hey, hey Dexter! Dee Dee!” The bubbly artist greeted with all the cheer of a thousand saints.

Dexter turned around in his chair and said hello before turning back to his story, determined to finish this chapter today so he could edit it tomorrow. One chapter to finish, another to start, and two chapters to edit before the due date in five days.

Patton, noticing his work ethic, strode over to peer over the smaller, younger, man’s shoulder to read his writing so far. But before he could get past the first sentence, Dexter covered the screen with his arms, crying “Please read it, it’s finished!”

“Sorry, there kiddo,” Patton said slightly dejected, “I was just curious.”

A pang of guilt seeped into the writer’s confused heart, regretting the tone he used with his first friend-adoptive-dad-person-thing.

“I’m not sorry, Patton. I just love it when people read my work before I proof read it myself.”

“That’s okay, but can I read it after you’re done?” Pat asked before gasping and hopping up and down in an excited dance, “Maybe I can be you’re editor!”

“...But you adore horror.”

“Oh yeah... maybe Virgil can be your editor? He’s getting his bachelors in poetry so he know English stuffs.”

Dexter thought about it for a second. He’s never been around Virgil with just the two of them, but he was able to pick up on the emo’s love for creepy and dark things. But his horror novels might trigger his anxiety, and Dexter didn’t want to give him a reason to hate him.

“I won’t think about it.”

“Yay!” Patton cheered and pulled Dexter into a hug, being careful not to squish Dee Dee. Dexter awkwardly stood there for a moment, still not used to receiving physical contact out of kindness let alone how to react to it. Eventually he settled for a pat on the head. Patton seemed pleased with the gesture and let go.

By the time dinner rolled around, Dexter had finished his chapter, saved it, then turned off his computer. About thirty minutes ago Patton had ordered pizza from Big Julius and invited the rest of the gang over. Logan had arrived first, but the two allowed him to work in peace as Logan read his textbook, and Patton played an assortment of games in his lap. When a call from the bottom floor came, Patton was notified that their pizzas had arrived, so he and his boyfriend left to retrieve it, coming back with both Roman and Virgil in tow, who had arrived around the same time as the pizza guy.

By the time they walked in with food and drinks-- cola for Virgil and Patton, wine for Logan, and beer for Roman --he had already put away his computer and set Dee Dee back in her terrarium; the poor little noodle got scared around too many people. Dexter had never had alcohol before, but he decided to give it a try to see if he’d like it. He knew he wouldn’t be pressured as there were two who didn’t drink, and that made him feel more at ease.

“Let’s get this party started bitches!”

“Roman language!”

“Don’t bother Pat, the idiot’s already in his own little world.”

Whelp, seemed like the others were already tipped off, if not from alcohol then from sugar.

“Mom! Virgil’s being mean!”

“For the one hundredth and fifty third time, don’t call me mom.”

Dexter sat on his bed with a small smile as he watched them interact with each other. Most times he was content just watching them talk and not saying anything himself, like now. When they all filled in, heading for their now usual spots-- Virgil and Roman on Patton’s bed, Logan and Patton on the beanbag, and him on his bed --Roman finally acknowledged him, handing him a bottle of beer.

“Here, it’s my favorite brand, and I went for something soft. But if you don’t like it I’ve brought an assortment of different types of liquor for you to try.”

“And I had to by it all.” Patton sighed, being the only one who was twenty-one in the group. Logan would be twenty-one in November, which was just around the corner so...

SHIT! Dexter would have to get him something! But he’s never bought someone a birthday present before. He only ever wrote poems or drew pictures for his parents that would make them even more afraid of their son. What the dang diddly heck could he get him?

Before he cold panic anymore, Dexter pushed all his dread down to feign composure. Taking the bottle in his hand and taking a brave swig, but nearly spat it out as soon as the liquid touched his tongue.

“It’s so sweet.” Dexter had never tasted anything so bitter in his life, it was worse than dried plums, his most hated food.

“Sorry, I didn’t think you’d like the sweet stuff, But this one taste like apples.” Roman said and took the bottle away, giving him a new one. Dexter tried it.

“It’s so smooth against the throat.” It was like he was drinking acid.

“Maybe you’re not a beer person, let’s try something else.”

And so they went through a list of different types of alcohol; some wine, nope; champagne, burn it; whiskey, pure toxic waste; vodka, how is this from a potato? Now it all came down to the last drink, Dexter already felt light headed and dizzy, but he was willing to try one last time. If he didn’t like it then he’d just join the ranks with Patton and Virgil and have soda.

“I don’t really drink this stuff, so I bought just a small bottle in case you didn’t want it.” Roman said setting a small bottle of ale into his palm. With a breath in and a gulp, Dexter took a chance and had a small sip. It was pleasant. It was sweet, but not overly so; it was sooth down the throat with a nice burning feeling; the aftertaste was bitter, but he oddly enjoyed it.

“This is horrible.”

“Really?” Logan asked, a light glass of peach wine in his palm.

“Nope, would never drink this again.” He confirmed and took another sip.

“Well good, Jackal and Lied, finally you like something.” Roman sighed, glancing at all the rejected drinks off to the side.

“Roman be nice, Dexter doesn’t have to like the alcohol you do.” Patton lectured him gently, mouth full of pizza.

Now that his choice of drink was settle, they settled into light banter and talking, a detective crime show on in the background. Dexter spent a while just drinking water, trying to re-hydrate from all those drinks.

He noted off to the side that Roman was eating the vegan pizza and Virgil was eating the meat lover’s pizza. He chuckled at the irony that two people so different could like each other. Roman was really loud and obvious about his affection for the precious emo that needs to be protected, but Virgil was much quieter. Over the past couple weeks since that day in the coffee shop Dexter had spotted multiple signs that Virgil was crushing on the regal boy just as much as the prince was on him. That only made Dexter wonder if Virgil thought that he was being a flirt, or if he took him seriously and chose to ignore his advances on purpose. Whatever the case was, he just wished they would stop being dumb and get together, their needless pining was beginning to drive him insane, and he had only known them for a little less than three months; Dexter can only imagine how Logan and Patton feel.

Eventually the conversation shifted away from whatever it previously was, Dexter accidentally spaced off and missed everything, and turned to the upcoming holiday.

“So a theater buddy of mine invited me to his costume party this Saturday and said I could bring some friends. How ‘bout it?” Roman inquired of them, looking extremely hopeful in Virgil’s direction.

“I’d love too! Logan wouldn’t that be fun? We could go as a matching pair!” Patton hastily agreed, loving the sound of a Halloween party.

“I don’t object.” Lo replied with a loving smile, nuzzling his forehead against Patton’s, earning a giggle from the latter. “How about you Virge?”

“I dunno, large crowds aren’t really my thing.” He said uncomfortably, playing with the zippers on his jacket’s sleeves. Roman immediately lost his smile, moving in his spot on the bed to better face him.

“You won’t have to talk to anyone, we’ll all be there and if you want to leave I’ll take you home.” He compromised eagerly.

Virgil still looked unsure, but was unable to resist the magnetic pull of Roman’s puppy dog eyes.

“Ugh, fine.” He caved, “But only for a bit.” Roman readily agreed, giving Virge a large hug that he didn’t try to escape from. Virgil may have thought he was slick, but Dexter noticed his grin and blush. Goodness, he wished he had a camera, his ship was finally leaving the harbor.

“What about you Dexter?” Logan spoke up again, turning all eyes in the room to him.

“Yes I’ll go, I’ve been to tons of parties before.”

“Ah, come on kiddo, it’ll be fun! And just like Virgil, you won’t have to push yourself.” Patton told him, trying to persuade him.

Dexter took a second to ponder. He’s never been invited to a party before, not even for birthdays, so he didn’t know what to do. His friends would be there to help, but he still felt like he’d mess up somehow. He had a project due in five days, but it was nearly done, and perhaps he could work at the party as well. He still had to think of a present for Logan in eight days, but he could ask Patton for ideas and stop by the shops next week. He could make it work, but Dexter couldn’t help but feel like he was about to agree to torturing himself. He’ll see how it goes.

“No.”

I orginally was going to end it with chapter two, but i just loved it too much to let it go so soon. Plus you peeps seemed it like it too. Tell me what’cha think. See Ya!

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writingwitchly · 6 years

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New Year's Eve Prank

Pairing: Sirius Black x reader

Word count: 2k

L/N: your last name

Fun fact?: This was originally planned to get posted on the 01/01 at 12:00am, then it became 31/12 at 10pm and then I switched it to 10am, and it ended up being 12pm... I couldn’t wait for it to come out!

A/N: Agkdlghkefgkkljfkjfj (this sums up the whole process, I’ve edited like a 10000 times, and I'm still not convinced, though) / The Marauders are such good characters to put on paper, but I still prefer the Weasley twins. Anyway, may this post bring you a happy, happier, happiest New Year!

Being in couple with one of the Marauders is quite difficult, but having the handsome, hilarious, and turbulent Sirius Black as a boyfriend can be exhausting! What if he decides to ruin New Year’s Eve countdown? Hopefully, he knows a good way to be forgotten.

“Did you see his face?” bursts a loud male voice from behind the corner. Its tone is very jovial, which says much about its owner's personality.

“Of course I did! I was sitting right in front of him,” answers the buoyant boy's friend. He’s taller than him, with a few scars spread across his face.

“D’you reckon he knows we did it?” asks the smallest one. He’s on the right side of the group, and he’s having a hard time to keep pace with the others.

“I don’t think so. We’ve never used pink sticky glitter before,” assures the fourth, pushing his glasses back on the top of his nose.

The boys chuckle.

The four Marauders, the worst troublemakers and best pranksters that Hogwarts has ever known, are on their way to the Great Hall, discussing about their latest joke.

They’re on their seventh year, but instead of fully focusing on their N.E.W.T.s, they prefer to give the school the best - or worst, it depends of the point of view - ten months it has ever had. Basically, they want to seal their educational years with a loud bang.

Of course, yesterday’s Christmas banquet could not have been left out of their record.

“I’ve never seen old Dumbdy looking so astonished,” says the dark-haired one.

“Mind you, with sparkles all over his beard, he didn’t look as solemn as usual,” adds the one with extremely messy hair. He has nothing to envy to his other friend: they’re both extremely good-looking.

“You had the best idea, Prongs. Offering him a Liquid Sticking Glitter Spell in a flask of one of your father’s beard lotions was brilliant. Not that difficult to figure out, but too simple to think about when you’re about to use it, ” reflects the most serious-looking of them. Many get confused by his looks of responsible young adult, but he is as mischievous as his friends.

“Yes, but still. He wasn’t so amused after all. Are you sure he doesn’t suspect us?” asks the plump boy with a worried look on his face.

“Oh, come on, Wormy. Don’t ruin the mood. Plus, he was too occupied by rubbing his beard to see us cackling madly.”

Sirius’ reprimand ends the conversation, but not for long.

As soon as the four young men step in the Great Hall, an angry voices rings in the room. “James Fleamont Potter! What have you done?”

As a rush of long, red hair, storms toward the group, several people at the nearby table giggle. Obviously, the rest of the Marauders shot them angry looks and they quickly get back to their porridge.

“How. Dare. You?” shouts Lily, so close to James that he is squinting to look at her. “I was talking about it with Y/N and…”

Your friend can’t finish her sentence as Sirius pushes her away to get to you. In two steps, he reaches you to leave a loud kiss on your lips, playing with your tongue for a few seconds. That is how you like to start a day.

“Anyway,” continues Lily. You were so absorbed by your boyfriend that you didn’t noticed her speech has been going on. “What you did was just stupid. It was not funny, it was-”

“Hilarious,” you conclude. She turns toward you, and a shadow of relief on her face proves that your suppositions were right: she is not really upset about her boyfriend’s behavior, she just wants to avoid him getting into more trouble. “Come on, Lily, let’s say it. Pink just suits Dumbledore perfectly.”

“By the way, you should be happy, we were reasonable. This time we didn’t prank Sniv-Severus,” remarks James

“So you aimed for the most powerful wizard of all times. Very reasonable, indeed,” you sigh.

The whole group laughs, and James kisses his girlfriend on the cheek. The peace is back, for now at least.

“What about that Hufflepuff boy from third year?”

“He’s too short, wouldn’t be noticed in the crowd.”

“So Helena, from Slytherin?”

“Are you crazy, Pads? Last time we pranked her we got body binded for the whole charms class! She said it was a mistake, still Flitwick couldn’t find a countercurse. We better leave her out of this.”

“We said we wouldn’t bother the first years, and we can’t target Ed and Maddy again, we’ve done them three days ago!”

“That’s the problem, Moony. We’ve pranked half the world, who’s left here in Hogwarts?”

“McGonagall!”

“We can’t do this to Minnie, Wormy.”

Just like you thought, the quiet couldn’t last long.

As the six of you walked to your favorite spot on the grounds, the tree next to the lake, Sirius, James, Remus, and Peter were already discussing about who their next victim would be.

“Why don’t you guys take a few days off,” you suggest.

“And leave everybody else a rest too,” adds your redheaded friend.

The four boys look at you as if you had just proposed to cut their hands off.

“We can’t,” says James.

“It’s a matter of principles,” agrees Remus.

“It’s funny,” pipes Peter.

“Everybody knows that a prank is the best way to end the year,” finishes Sirius.

You scowl at your boyfriend. How irritating he can be sometimes. “For you, maybe, but not for the poor person that will be bathed in pumpkin juice or whatever else you’re planning.”

Kissing your hand, that he was holding in his, he chuckles. “No risk that we’ll bath somebody in pumpkin juice, darling, I promise. That’s too simple-minded. We want something bigger for New Year’s Eve.”

You were about to fake hurt because he called you simple-minded when a bell rings in your head. “You won’t do it during the countdown, will you?” You frown, afraid that the answer may contrary you.

“And why not, sweetheart?” His raised eyebrow just makes your anger get worse.

“You’re- You’re supposed to… I don’t know… People just…” you mumble.

The silky black hair of your loved one dance in the air as he laughs. “You mean, I have to kiss you?”

“That’s the idea,” you agree. “So we can get a- a good start.”

Your boyfriend gets silent for a moment, which leaves you the opportunity to shoot a glance at Lily and James. They too have stopped talking. The girl is looking at her partner rather indignantly.

“Sirius Orion Black, if you prank anybody during the countdown, I swear that I’ll never want to hear about you again.” Your tone clearly demonstrate that you won’t accept to come in a second plane after a stupid joke.

“That goes for you too, James.” Lily doesn’t sound very friendly either.

Remus and Peter haven’t said a thing since the beginning of this conversation, and their facial expression translate their relief to be single. However, they’re used to supporting their friends, so they don’t last long before opening their mouth.

“Maybe there is no reason to be this categorical, you know,” points out Remus. “You can put up a bet.”

James’ girlfriend was visibly interested. “What kind of bet?”

“Well, let’s say that if your boyfriends don’t resist the urge to prank someone during the countdown they will owe you, well, we can say-”

“A ton of cookies!”

Peter’s idea is quite funny, but both Lily and you nod. If there is something that these guys hate more than boredom, it’s cooking.

“Seems fair, but what if we do resist-”

“Now don’t make me laugh, James. You guys never miss an occasion to make somebody else look like a fool.”

And after Lily’s honest and, you unfortunately have to recognize, accurate comment, the conversation switches to more frivolous topics.

“Ten!” That’s it. A new year is about to start. The whole lot of students that stayed at Hogwarts for the holidays are watching the sky apprehensively, waiting for the fireworks. Peter is among them, his chubby face lightened with happiness. Remus is among them, holding hands with a girl you’ve seen a few times in the corridors. James and Lily are among them, in each other's arms.

“Nine!” And what are you doing? You’re watching the happy crowd from a dark corner. Not so far, though, just a few feet away.

“Eight!” How did you get here? Easy, Sirius’ ultimate idea of a prank.

“Seven!” Couldn’t you say no? Of course, you could! But he just insisted so much, and he put on that puppy face. He’s such an idiot.

“Six!” Right now he is pointing his wand at something that’s floating toward the crowd. It looks like a gigantic soap bubble. He will make it pop so slug slime will splash on everyone.

“Five!” Now that you come to think about it, the plan feels a bit blurry. You’re not really sure it will work without harming anyone.

“Four!” Maybe you should stop this, you’re running out of time.

“Three!” You turn to warn your companion, but he squeezes your arm to reassure you.

“Two!” The voices become louder, if it is even possible, and you can barely hear the music in the background. This is not going to end good.

“One!” Your boyfriend is about to-. Why did he drop his wand?

“Happy New Year!”

Is the crowd still shouting? It’s impossible to know. Things fall in your hair - confetti? coils? probably both - and people pat your back, but you vaguely feel it all.

Sirius’ lips on yours make the rest of the world disappear. It’s just the two of you in your bubble, floating like on a cloud.

You are not sharing the usual sticky, wet kiss. This one is soft, delicate, tender. It almost feels like your boyfriend is trying to apologize for all the pranks you had to suffer, the admonitions and the warnings you had to give. It almost feels like a promise to always try to make you happy, to spend the rest of his life with you, to share your days and your nights.

But deep inside, you know that this kiss not about the past, nor about the future. These are not the tenses you are living in. It is not about yesterday or tomorrow. This kiss is about how much he loves you, and how well you complete him. It’s about now.

With your eyes closed and your fingers running through his always perfect hair, you try your best to say that yes, you feel the same way. You love him. He completes you.

After a few moments of this mute talk, when the bubble bursts and the loud cheering make its way back to your ears, you open your eyes to take in your first vision of this new year. Sirius is looking at you, smiling, saying with his gaze what he was saying with his lips some seconds ago. It couldn’t be better.

“So what about that, L/N? Is this start good enough for you?” he asks, tightening his grip on your waist.

“Yes, I guess it’s okay,” you answer in a playful tone. “But that’s not what I’m thinking about right now, Black.”

“Oh, really,” he whispers, still grinning. “Then what are you thinking about, darling?”

“I’m thinking about…” you pause, wanting to add as much suspense as you can to your words. “The huge amount of cookies that you’ll have to bake for me. You pranked me, you... you daring... piece of clown. I thought I wouldn’t get my kiss!”

His reaction comes as a roaring laugh. “ I just wanted you to think that we were going to ruin everybody’s countdown. But fine,” he says. “I’ve lost the bet. But I hope that you’ll help me. I’m not good at cooking.”

“Of course I’ll help you! I don’t want to eat carbonized biscuits for the rest of my life!”

There is more laughing, and you know that you’ve said the right thing. Sirius much prefers a well shot sarcastic comment rather than a long and dull declaration of love. After all, you’ve just said that you want to spend the rest of your life eating his cookies.

“I love you,” he breathes. “Happy new year, Y/N.”

“I love you too,” you murmur between two kisses. “Happy new year, Sirius.”

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Why is everyone obsessed with this Taylor Swift stan account's prison story?

There are two things Na'ama is deeply passionate about: stanning Taylor Swift and denouncing Israeli occupation in Palestine.

The Israeli-born fan is so fiercely for Palestine, in fact, that she says she went to prison for two months for refusing to enlist in Israel's mandatory military service. She still managed to slide in a hot take about Swift's pregnancy rumors, though. Twitter users are obsessed with her story.

It started on Tuesday morning, when Na'ama tweeted a bizarre update after a two month period of laying low.

"As many of you know, I haven't been very active in the past couple of months because I was in prison," she said from her stan account @LegitTayUpdates, adding that she planned on returning to updating her followers on the latest Swift gossip.

💬| UPDATE|| As most of you know, I haven't been very active in the past couple of months because I was in prison :/ I'm back now though :) more Taylor Swift updates coming soon!

— Taylor Swift Updates (@LegitTayUpdates) April 2, 2019

When another Twitter user asked why Na'ama was imprisoned, she casually dropped that she refused to comply with Israel's mandatory military service out of support for Palestinian freedom. Na'ama didn't respond to Mashable's requests for comment.

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💬| I refused to join the IDF lmao

— Taylor Swift Updates (@LegitTayUpdates) April 2, 2019

💬| The least I could do, honestly. And I'd do it again in a heartbeat 🇵🇸

— Taylor Swift Updates (@LegitTayUpdates) April 2, 2019

The series of tweets quickly went viral as other Twitter users posted screenshots of the absurd story.

this might officially be the new best 3 tweet story ever pic.twitter.com/Gls3NP7Rx1

— slim shady 'larry' (@penis_hernandez) April 2, 2019

this is the stan twitter I so dearly love pic.twitter.com/BOLA2YgQMm

— hattie (@hattiesoykan) April 2, 2019

Most Israeli citizens over the age of 18 are required by law to serve in the Israel Defense Forces. Men are required to serve three years and women must serve for 21 months. Those who refuse to enlist, sometimes out of opposition to Israel's occupation of Palestinian territories, are punished with prison sentences. According to Huck Magazine, "refuseniks" who dodged the draft have been imprisoned for various sentences, including 98 to 110 days. Those who claim to be conscientious objectors must defend their principles in front of a panel of military officers.

There are exemptions for mandatory service, such as marriage, pregnancy, or Orthodox religious reasons, but Na'ama says she didn't get a moral waiver because she "wasn't a true pacifist."

"I told them I'd punch a Nazi," she tweeted.

It's worth noting that both her Taylor Swift stan account and her personal account (@iknowplacesmp6) are relatively anonymous; anyone could make this up. So she can either be tweeting the truth or doing an elaborate months-long bit.

Na'ama told her followers that she was going offline because of her prison sentence on Feb. 1, adding in another tweet that she didn't know how long she'd be in for.

"Some people do 10 days, other well over a year," she said. "I'll have a pretty short notice of when I'm getting released."

💬| So I think most of you know (?) but I'm going to prison tomorrow for refusing to enlist to the military, which I know sounds kinda funny, but it also means I'll be gone for a while (not sure how long). So uhhh no more me pissing you guys off for a while. What a relief, huh?

— Taylor Swift Updates (@LegitTayUpdates) February 1, 2019

Despite the limited internet access, Na'ama still managed to stick to her stan roots. When a friend visited and updated her on Taylor Swift's baby bump rumors, she provided a handwritten tweet for them to post, 24 days after she announced her incarceration.

"I'm still in prison lmao but I asked a visiting friend to post this," she wrote on a sheet of graph paper. "Can y'all ... stop making comments on Taylor's body ... she'll let us know when/if she's pregnant. Calm down."

Notice the hand drawn speech bubble — Na'ama has a brand and she maintained it!

💬| pic.twitter.com/uRvUyZ3Vk8

— Taylor Swift Updates (@LegitTayUpdates) February 25, 2019

Unless she's going for the long con, spacing out tweets weeks apart like that takes immense planning.

Her other account was more active, as her friend Noya passed on messages and posted diary entries on her behalf. Among details about meeting another girl and complaining about the lack of pop culture, Na'ama also wrote about, unsurprisingly, Taylor Swift.

sorry for the quality (i took this on na'ama's phone) but she wrote down some thoughts over the last 9 days that she wanted to share lol pic.twitter.com/GOzw9zIxaw

— Na'ama, A FREE WOMAN (@iknowplacesmp6) February 11, 2019

na'ama's thoughts from prison, 4th & final edition: pic.twitter.com/yGjFfERR4J

— Na'ama, A FREE WOMAN (@iknowplacesmp6) March 25, 2019

She also tweeted from this account as soon as she was released.

WAKE UP SWIFTIES I GOT OUT OF PRISON AND MISSED YOU

— Na'ama, A FREE WOMAN (@iknowplacesmp6) April 2, 2019

I'm out of prison you can release new music now @taylorswift13

— Na'ama, A FREE WOMAN (@iknowplacesmp6) April 2, 2019

That, dear Swifties and confused internet dwellers, is why everyone on Twitter is talking about stan culture and Middle Eastern politics.

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