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jaykaysthicthighs · 2 months

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The Path Of A Singer | JJK

excerpt | the appearance of your old lover pops up on tv, and the horrible memories showed itself once again.

genre | heavy angst, cheating, abuse, minor fluff

rating | 18+

warnings | strong language, present & past, toxic relationship, mental & physical abuse, jk cheating, panic attack, alcohol and drug consumption, lots of crying, heartbreaking conversations, jk being vile, lots of yelling, jk manhandles the reader, mention of abusive father, mention of ptsd, reader being selfless (you might not agree with the decisions she's made, but don't hate her; she's a broken person), maybe more

wc | 4K+ (very short)

notes | it's been a hell of a long time since i wrote and posted anything....!!!

my inspiration came from watching the movie insidious: the red door lol. the reason for the mature rating is because of the strong language, the heavy conversations said, and the talks of alcohol and drugs. i want to say that i'm not romanticizing this type of relationship or the behaviors of the characters, i'm just making a story that maybe some people might have gone through. sometimes the decisions made or thought of does not make you a bad/horrible person. everyone had a reason good or bad; you just have try to be understanding. i also tried to make this as heartbreaking as possible, but for some reason i feel like it's not. hopefully it does pull some heartstrings for you guys.

You finally arrived home after an exhausting day of work. Your roommate wasn't home yet, so, luckily for you, you're able to binge eat without the concerned eyes of your friend watching you.

You walked your way to the kitchen and made yourself some sandwiches, you also grabbed some water on the way to the living room. When you made it to the couch, you plopped down heavily. You grabbed the remote and started scrolling through the channels. You came across a channel that was showing a music festival, and without thinking about who might be performing you clicked on it.

The first performer was a group called XG. As they were performing, you happily ate while vibing to their songs. At one point, you started singing as well, not caring that you still had some food in your mouth. If the neighbors were able to hear you, they would probably think someone is dying - yelling for help.

When you finished, you got up put away your dishes, and made your way to your room to change your clothes. As you were changing, you felt a bit lonely. You and your friend don't have any pets, no companion to keep any of you guys company. You exited your room with a simple sweater and shorts.

You made it back to the living room with a content expression on your face, unfortunately, it wouldn't last long. As you were about to get yourself situated on the couch, you looked at the TV screen, and the one person you never wanted to see again was singing.

You fell to your knees with a hard thud, watching the screen with horrid eyes. It's been three years since you saw him. In those three years, you tried your damned hardest to avoid anything and everything that involved him in it. The pain he caused you still resides in your little heart.

You didn't realize but you started crying; the tears rapidly falling. Your body started shaking; the little goosebumps displaying your skin. Your chest felt heavy like a huge wave crashing on you, and the water is rising up into your nose, making it hard for you to breathe. You felt like you were suffocating, and the lack of air was making your head light; dizziness taking its place.

On the outside, you were frozen, but on the inside, you were trying to claw your way out. You felt like you were scratching every surface of your body, but you weren't moving an inch. Your brain was screaming for help, but the only thing leaving your mouth was the hardness and unstableness of your breathing. Right now, you were wishing for your friend to come home right now and save you.

Three Years Ago

You were in your car driving your way to your boyfriend. Jungkook's manager called you demanding that you come and pick him up. You don't really know what happened, but from how his manager sounded, you were thinking that he got himself drunk and high again, causing thoughtless actions.

Not too long ago, Jungkook was able to get into his dream record label. After years and years of hard work, passion, and dedication he was able to pursue his dream. What you didn't realize is that with Jungkook getting to follow his dream of being a singer, he would soon lose his sense of self. In just two weeks he was starting to drink, and in another week, he started experimenting with drugs.

As time went on, so did your patience. You would try and try to stop him - to help him, but every time Jungkook would stop your advances. Pushing you away and causing you pain made Jungkook feel superior, it made him feel proud that he reached a certain height in life.

Your guy's relationship now consists of yelling and crying. Jungkook started to mentally abuse you, but even so, you would accept it. You didn't have the strength to leave him - to leave the man you love since middle school. You couldn't leave the man who would write songs about you, the man who would wake up during dawn and make you a big breakfast, the man who would call you no matter the time, the man who would always tell you how much he loves you every second of the day. You didn't have the strength to leave him.

With all your anger, you finally made it to the studio in one piece. When you entered the building, the looks on the staff's faces were concerning you. One of the staff went up to you and told you to not go inside the studio. You looked at them judgingly and pushed your way through them, but they still tried to stop you.

"What is the problem? Let me through!" you yelled. They gave you a sad look and apologized, "I'm sorry ma'am, but Jungkook is very busy, and I don't think it's a good idea for you to go inside there." Your anger was boiling, steam coming out of your ears. "Sorry for yelling at you, but I don't fucking care if he is busy. Jonny called me saying that I need to pick this asshole up, okay? If you're worried about me finding out that he is high or drunk - even both, don't. This is not new to me."

The staff in front of you looked like she was on the verge of tears. She opened her mouth to say something, but before she got the chance, a disheveled woman left the room your boyfriend was in. You watched her with wide eyes as she left the building with a smile on her face. You stomped your way to the studio door ignoring the pleas from the staff. You pushed open the door causing a loud bang, startling the man recognized as Jonny.

Jonny swiftly got up and the first thing you noticed was the bloody nose. You walked your way to him digging in your bag grabbing some tissues for his nose. Gently placing it on him, you politely demanded, "Where is he, Jonny?" The man before you faced his eyes on the floor. "Jonny, you called me here, so, don't fucking hide anything from me. Where is he?"

The man took a step back letting the blood freely fall again. He shook his head, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have called you. I've ruined everything." You gritted your teeth and threw the bloody tissue at his face. "Where the hell is he, Jonny?" you yelled.

A second later, Jungkook swung the bathroom door open with nothing but some sweats on. Your heart dropped from his appearance. It was evident that he had fucked the girl from earlier. You guys made eye contact, and you could tell immediately that he was high out of his mind. "Get out, Jonny," you said without looking.

When you heard the door shut, that's when you crumbled. Your eyes started blurring with the tears that were coming. Your body shaking with rage. You walked up to the fucked-up man and slapped him. "Why? Why? Why the hell would you do this to me?"

Jungkook harshly grabbed your wrists and laughed. He laughed like what you had said was something funny. You can smell the horrible alcohol leaving his mouth as he laughed. "Because it's fun, babe."

The pain rippled throughout your body. You snatched your wrists away and bellowed, "You're hurting me! You're destroying me! What does she have that I don't? I thought you loved me?" Jungkook towered over you; he grinned, "I don't love you." Your whole world died. Never had Jungkook spouted those words. It tore you limb from limb, slowly but surely. And that was all it took for you to call it done.

You were fine dealing with his hurtful ways. You were fine being the punching bag. But you were not fine being cheated on. Even with Jungkook in this fucked-up state, not once had he said that he didn't love you, and not once did he ever cheat on you. You felt lower than before, and you didn't want to feel like that. You knew that the moment he started doing drugs and drinking alcohol, the man you once knew would be gone. Still, you had hoped there might be a tiny sliver of him inside, but today proved - his words proved you wrong.

Your eyes hardened and your expression became stoic. Without trying to sound broken you seethed, "We are done! You fucking hear me? I am done with your shit - with everything!" As you walked your way to the door, Jungkook rushed in front of you and pushed you to the ground.

The wind got knocked out of you; you started bawling your eyes. For the first time, you were scared of the man before you. Jungkook locked the door behind him and dragged you by your feet. You tried kicking your feet, hoping that his release would loosen, and you could run away. But before you knew it, Jungkook locked you both into the soundproof booth.

When his grip on you was gone, you scurried to the corner of the booth shielding yourself with your bag. Jungkook walked to you and kneeled to your level. "Don't hide from me, baby." He gently grabbed your bag and tossed it to the other side of the booth. You closed your eyes; you couldn't see the monster of the man you love.

You felt Jungkook tenderly cupping your jaw. You trembled beneath his fingertips; quietly whimpering. It stayed like this for a few seconds until you felt his touch disappear. With your eyes still closed, you could hear Jungkook digging for something. You heard a rustling sound of a Ziplock bag. You knew better, you knew that he was using drugs right now.

"Open your eyes, ____," Jungkook demanded.

You didn't answer, you didn't move. This pissed off the man in front of you. He slapped you, making your body jolt, making your eyes open. You brought your hand to your cheek, tears threatening to fall. "See, it wasn't that hard?"

"W-what do you want... from me?" you stammered.

Jungkook seethed, "You can't leave me. I won't let you leave me. You owe me. All that money I spent on you, all those years I wasted on you - I want that back! And the only way you can pay me back is by being my bitch. You are fucking mine, ____!"

You finally let the tears fall again. Your whole body shook like lightning shooting throughout you. Shaking your head, you wailed, "No! No! No! Please! Don't do this to me, Dad! Stop hurting me!" For the first time today, Jungkook felt his senses come back. Your words panged his heart.

Your mother was never in your life. It was always you and your father, but your father was an abusive man. He would try to find any little thing to blame you for, just for him to lay his hands on you; from hitting, kicking, even to cutting. You had met Jungkook when you were thirteen years old, he comforted, protected, and helped you. When you finally turned eighteen, that's when you moved in with him - that's when you finally felt peace.

Jungkook cupped your face into place. He frantically said, "____, it's me. Your dad's not here. It's me, Jungkook." His touch burned you; you felt like dying. You mustered all your strength and pushed him away. You gripped your shirt and yelled, "No! You're not him! You're not Jungkook! You're a monster and I don't even recognize you!"

Monster... That simple word rang in Jungkook's mind. Monster... Such a terrifying word. If he was a monster, his reason would be because of you. Unfortunately, all the drugs and alcohol in his system weren't enough to keep him sane for one minute. Jungkook launched at you. His hands wrapped around your throat, choking you, but still letting you breathe.

You started clawing your nails on his bare arms. Digging deep that blood starts making its presence. But all that Jungkook could see right now was red. He couldn't feel the pain you were giving him; he couldn't hear the agony in your voice; he couldn't see your wrecked state. Red became his friend.

"You are the reason for my horrible being. You are the reason why I'm a monster. You bitch! If you hadn't kept pushing me to pursue this fucking career, I would've still been the same. If you hadn't been so loving and caring and supportive, we wouldn't be in this predicament. I can't believe that I fell in love with a disgusting person like you. I can't fucking believe that I let you take control of my whole being!"

Right when you were on the verge of passing out, Jungkook released his hold on you; he backed himself on the other side of the booth. You were catching your breath. Your hands shakingly touched your neck, throbbing against your frail fingers. You were painfully coughing; mentally asking God to help ease your pain. Your eyes went in and out of vision; red and black dots were the only thing in sight.

Jungkook watched you with dark eyes. He watched as you were struggling to regain your previous state. He watched as you were crying from the pain, he inflicted on you. He watched the one person who was always with him, the one person who loved and cared for him no longer be the same. He killed you, painfully and slowly.

Present

"____, look at me. It's okay. It's okay." Your friend Lia gently held your face in place. She called out your name, praying that you would settle. She watched as you were frantically breathing; your eyes looking everywhere but her; your body shaking like the room was freezing.

Your panic attacks rarely happen, but when they do, Lia feels so useless. She wished that she could help ease your pain, she wished that she had the power to prevent this. But all she could do was hold you and tell you that you're okay.

Minutes go by until you are finally back. "____?" Lia cautioned, "____, look at me. Are you okay?" As you looked at Lia, you could see the worried expression painting her beautiful face. You hated yourself for making her feel like this, but you couldn't help it. This feeling will never go away; it gets buried six feet under, but once he appears they come back.

"Lia," you whispered, "I saw him again... on TV." Lia took a deep sigh; she hated the pain he caused you before and now. She wrapped you in her arms, holding you with such care. The second you were in her arms, you broke. You cried and cried, loudly speaking your pain.

Lia felt her shirt dampen, but she didn't care. Whatever you do to her, she will take it all in, as long as you feel better in the end, Lia will gladly be your tissue, your enemy, your punching bag. Lia murmured against your hair, "I'm here. I will always be here." She held you tighter; she didn't want you to fade away from her.

You took deep breaths to calm down your nerves. You pulled away from Lia and made your way to the couch. You brought your knees up and buried your face in the space between. You hissed, "I hate what he does to me. He's not even here!" This time you whispered, "And yet, he's able to bring me down to my knees... scared."

Lia met you three years ago; months after your event. You were just a newly hired TA. When Lia first saw you, you looked like a girl who was barely keeping her life together. You told her beforehand - when you started room mating with her, that you have PTSD and that your panic attacks happen from time to time. You didn't really tell her the whole story, just that you were in a very abusive relationship and that you experienced something so terrifying. She accepted you with an open mind and open arms; from then on, Lia became your rock.

Lia got up and sat right next to you. She wanted to ask you a question, but she was scared that you would hate her or push her away for asking. But this question has been in her mind for a while now. After taking a few seconds thinking to think it through, Lia wiped her sweating palms on her pants and inquired, "____, if you don't mind me asking... why didn't you call the police on him? You should've, 'cause I don't think he should be performing after everything he's done to you."

Your eyes started getting blurry; you told yourself the exact same thing, but there was a reason. With your head still buried, you softly replied, "It's easier said than done, Lia. I wished I called the police on him - I wish I could call the police on him, but I can't. Because in simple words... I love him. I hate myself for loving him. Even after everything he has done to me, and everything he has said to me, I love him. Does that make me a horrible person?"

Lia felt herself invisibly jumping out of the couch. No way does she think you're a horrible person. You're just a person who's been through something horribly traumatic. Her heart was filled with so much pain for you. Lia positioned herself so she was facing your small figure, and expressed, "____, no way in hell are you a horrible person. Far from it! I won't be able to say that I relate or know what you're going through, because I don't. But I am able to say that I'll support you and understand your feelings and decisions."

You lifted your head but still kept your eyes on your knees; you muttered, "I met him when we were thirteen years old. He was a very shy and reserved kid - hated social interactions. I remember..." you quietly giggled without realizing when you were remembering the fond memories, "I remember when he used to make small mixtapes every anniversary with letters. He wasn't always a horrible person. He used to be kind, supportive, and loving. One of my favorite things about him was his selflessness towards me. I loved that he would always think about my needs, what I wanted, what I was thinking, and how I was feeling, but in turn, he did the opposite for himself. It was a blessing and a curse."

Lia looked at you and saw the small smile showing. This look was rare for you, and every time it made its appearance, Lia would always treasure it. "He must have been a great person for you to smile like that." You furrowed your brows; you turned to Lia with confusion. "What smile?" you questioned. Lia rolled her eyes, "Well, there's no smile anymore."

You took a deep sigh and apologized, "I'm sorry for talking about him. It's just - just talking about him in this light makes me happy and warm... even if it only lasts for a few seconds." Lia noticed that you started tearing up. Your face was slightly contorted with pain; you were trying not to cry, holding it in but it didn't work. Your tears were freely falling, and Lia comforted you once again. You quietly whimpered, "During that time I called him a monster, but really, I don't want to remember him as the monster in my life because at one point he used to be my prince who saved me from one. I try to think and talk about him in this beautiful light that he used to be under - I want to remember him as that, but the pain he brought upon me is too hard to ignore." You started wailing at this point, "It continues to haunt me, and I hate it! I want to hate him, but I can't! I can't!"

Lia felt herself crying for your pain. She felt herself slowly dying by your words. It truly kills her that her most precious and beautiful friend is going through so much pain. As you both cried into each other's arms, you could hear Lia continuously apologize through her cries. You were so grateful to have such an amazing person as her.

Once you were calmed down, you pulled away from the still tearful woman and wiped her tears away. "Don't cry anymore, Lia." you sniffled, "What happened to me - what's still happening to me would never be fully cured, but I know that whatever happens next, you'll be by my side, and slowly but surely, I won't be able to be to feel the pain anymore. Okay?" Lia nodded her head with a soft smile. You're right, as long as she's with you and as long as you are with her everything will be fine. You guys are each other's glue - each other's person.

There is no doubt in your mind that this pain will pass by. You don't know how long that will take, but until the day comes, having Lia with you eases your heart from pain as much as possible.

"You mailed her my letter?"

"Yes, Jungkook."

The tired man finished his show with a bang, and even though people enjoyed his performance, Jungkook couldn't seem to feel all that happy. For the past year since he finished his rehab, nothing has felt more depressing.

The morning of that night when he woke up, Jonny had told him that you had left, and he was to go to rehab immediately. He hated you for leaving, he hated that you left him in such a messy state. Jungkook blamed everything on you. Jonny had told the ill man that if it wasn't for you, everything that he had worked so hard on would go down the drain. At first, Jungkook didn't understand why you left or what Jonny was saying, but as time went on, he knew that everything was his fault. His addictions and his abusive behavior were all his fault. The reason for your disappearance was his fault. Your pain - everything was all him.

Jungkook knows that there will be no way for him to fix the things he has done and the things he had said, but even so, he would try his damn hardest to fix it. When he finished rehab, Jungkook made it a mission to send you a letter every week, telling you about his days throughout the week, how much he loves and cares for you, telling you how much he is so regretful. Deep down he knows that he is being selfish, he knows that he should let you go - let you move on, but the helpless man is stuck in the past. The past is what keeps him alive. The past is his only source of reason. Jungkook doesn't want to let go of that one thing he has left of you.

Jonny felt so much pity for the man, he didn't have the heart to tell him that he didn't know your address. He would accept the letters, promising that he would mail them, but when night rolls around your letters would be burned. Jonny wanted to quit being Jungkook's manager, but you begged and begged for him to stay with the broken singer. You wanted Jungkook to at least have one person for him to lean on when things get hard. Jonny admires your strength - how strong of a woman you are, so, he agreed.

"You should just stop already, Jungkook. She's never gonna mail you back. I know your reason, but you lost her, and you can never fix that." Jonny was getting tired; tired of seeing the broken singer trying with no prevail.

Jungkook walked up to his manager and lowly whispered, "You think I don't know that, Jonny? Ever since I learned that everything is my fault... I knew that she would never come back to me. Yet I still hope - even if that hope is microscopic or nonexistent, I hope that I will be able to see or be with her again."

The fatigued man took a few steps back and lowered his heavy head down. His eyes searched the floor trying to keep his tears at bay, but it didn't work. The salty tears of this poor singer escaped and landed harshly on the wooden floor. Sniffling, the fatigued man uttered, "You think I don't know that you burn my letters?" Jungkook lifted his head up and saw the ashamed manager looking back at him.

He continued, "You're not as discreet as you think you are, Jonny. I went to your hotel room to ask for a favor... and I saw you burn my eighth letter with sadness swimming in your eyes. I connected the dots from there, and I realized that you never sent any of my letters because you don't know her address, huh? You're left in the dark like I am, huh? You know nothing about her whereabouts, about how she's doing, about anything, huh, Jonny!" The manager kept quiet; didn't know what to say.

Jungkook slumped down on the nearest chair with a hard thump. He leaned his head back with closed eyes and softly whimpered, "I now understand the meaning ‘You reap what you sow’… I'm never gonna stop. I know I can never fix this, but I promise you Jonny, I will never stop. Ten years - fifty years from now, I will keep writing her letters... knowing that deep down all of this is for nothing. I don't care if I'm shaming myself by doing this - I don't care about anything but her. She's not mine anymore but I'm forever hers. Let me live like this. Let me live with the consequences. Let me drown myself in this regret."

The destroyed man opened his eyes and gently moved his head to the side to see the lone figure of his manager feet away. With a deep sigh, Jungkook claimed, "You're just my manager, right? So, don't involve yourself in my pitiful life. Just do the job you were hired to do, along with getting my letters. Don't care what you do to them - burn them, keep them hidden, rip them up... doesn't matter, just don't let me know about it; let me falsely believe that you mailed them to her. Alright? Now please get the car... I wanna go home."

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mexhim · 11 months

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boy next door • p.sh

# • pt.1??

☆ • pairing; neighbor!sunghoon x m!reader

☆ • genre; fluff, romance

☆ • summary; you meet sunghoon while giving out leftover food to your neighbors. thats when things spark between you two.

☆ • includes/warnings; none

yesterday, your older sister had come over because she wanted to throw a gender reveal party for her incoming child. it was fun, you admit, even though you're not much of a party person. no one was upset with the fact that it was a boy, and the food that your mother had prepared was wonderful. however, she did make a lot, and there was a lot leftover.

"mom... why did you make so much food? you didn't even have that many people over." you ask, crossing your arms.

"well, I didn't know that. if they wanted seconds, there was plenty." there were about ten go-to plates that were filled and put into a black delivery bag. "can you do me a favor?" she asks, and you hum affirmatively in response. "you are gonna give out these leftovers to our neighbors."

"oh." normally, this wouldn't be an issue, but considering you live near a dead end and you had one neighbor that you weren't ready to talk to, you were unsure about this favor. "but-"

"ah-ah-ah. you gon' do it." your mother says with a smile. You sigh, walk over to the bag, and put it on your shoulder. luckily, you were already wearing decent clothing to go out with. As you head to your door, your mother yells a 'thank you!' and you respond with a 'yep.'

the next house was an issue. should you skip them? hell no, that's disrespectful. you know what? just do it, you're sure his parents will be the ones to answer, right? you walk up to their door and knock, praying to the gods that he doesn't answer the door. You hear steps and your heart races, really unsure of who's going to open the door. you shut your eyes just before the door opens.

"are you...okay?" your eyes open to see sunghoon, the neighbor you've been seeing around. the one that you cant help but stare at. the one that haunts your mind everyday. you don't know why, but he is so stunning to you, and if you're ever near him, your heart would practically beat out of your chest. it's not like you have a crush on him, well you do, but think of it like a hallway crush. you know absolutely nothing about him.

"oh yeah no, i'm fine. um..." he's looking at you, and i mean straight into your eyes. your gaze quickly averts to the ground beneath you.

"what do you need?" he asks, beginning to lean on the doorway and cross his arms. even with your head down, you can feel his eyes boring into your skull.

"oh, right. my mom made like so much food yesterday, and she wanted me to give out her food to the neighbors.” you respond. your voice is small, and your hands toyed with the strap of the bag. you open and reach into the bag, pulling out a tray full of warm food. you pick your head up and hand the food to him. when you glance at him to see his face, he's still looking at you, and then his eyes immediately lock with yours. quick to react, your eyes immediately drop down to the ground once again, earning a giggle from him.

you don't know it, but he finds it very cute. he's seen you around as well and definitely thinks the same way you think about him. he'd take the chance to approach you, but you seemed to be avoiding him every time he's around, so he respects your space, as he should.

"tell her I said thank you," he says. "are you sure you're okay? why are you so nervous?" at this point, he's reading you like a book. not that he's cocky, but he knows that he's making you act like this, but he doesn't question it.

"it's nothing, enjoy your food!" you turn on one heel and walk away. sunghoon calls out to you but you act like you don't hear him and begin to speed walk to the next house.

you open the door too your home and see your mother on the couch, watching her usual tv shows. “you’re back!” she turned to smile at you. “you finished?”

“yeah”

“oh, by the way.” she begins, sitting up and turning towards you, “i saw you talk to that boy. the one next door.” she grins.

oh dear.

“this is the year my son finally gets a boyfriend!!” She celebrates quietly, humming a tune and clapping her hands.

you groaned and reminded her, “we only exchanged a few words and some food, don’t get your hopes up.” she laughed, earning an eye roll from you.

"alright. whatever you say." she goes to sit back down on the couch. you head to your room, overthinking everything that occurred. fortunately, this puts you to sleep instead of keeping you up.

# • author’s note; im ngl guys i had no fucking clue where to stop this. so if it was abrupt im so sorry. and excuse the no caps thing i like the look of it.

#sunghoon x male reader #sunghoon #enhypen #enhypen x male reader #enhypen x reader #kpop x reader #kpop x male reader #rom1writes

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wonderland-smile-stories · 5 months

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~ Chapter 1. 02~

I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes and how poorly written this fanfic is. English is not my first language and together with my dyslexia ass things can go wrong I'm sorry.

With a jerk, my body shot up from the bed only to feel the hard cold ground a second later.

My eyes scanned around the room not knowing where the hell I was until I saw the spots of stains that I had tried to cover up with paint, yet you could still see them no matter how much I went over them. Letting out a sigh knowing I was just in my room I put my cheek back on the cold floor.

My body was hot and sweaty so I didn't mind the cold.

I flinched leaning on my arms when a banging came from the other side of my wall.

"Be quiet!" I hung my head low letting out a deep breath seeing it was only my grumpy neighbor.

To be honest I couldn't blame him. For a couple of months, I have lived here I have screamed myself awake from nightmares or more like night terrors.

"I'm sorry Mr. Choi!" I yelled back only hearing a loud grunt from the other side.

I rolled over onto my back letting out a deep breath. My hand went to my neck feeling around if there weren't any marks left from the dream, but of course, that would be impossible. You can't get injuries from a dream. I have had nightmares ever since I escaped that God-forsaken place, but for the past months, they have been getting worse. There are only certain parts I remember, the rest is so blurry and I can't remember what they were about.

The only thing that has been recurrent is the other me. She has appeared in my dreams for the past week. Always saying the same thing, trying to give in to her. I always managed to say no or suppress the urge to say yes. But today it felt like I almost gave in.

My thoughts were cut off when I heard my phone going off from above me. With stiff limbs, I sat up taking the phone from the nightstand. A smile came to my face when I saw that I had two new messages

The first one was from Ji-su asking if I wanted to meet up later on so that we could go to work together.

You see we work together, we both play an instrument she plays the base and I the guitar. A month ago she came to where I work looking for a job, luckily for her, we indeed needed one. Our work is in a bar where you can listen to live music and our bassist had quit a week before, so she was more than welcome for my boss.

Because we had to work together so much we began to talk and quickly bounded over music and other stuff we both liked. If it wasn't for our work I wouldn't have bothered to talk to her. After moving here I wasn't in a rush to meet new people and become friends with them.

I came to find out that she needed a new apartment and that she was staying with a few friends for now. Luckily for her, there were empty apartments in Green Home where I lived.

After thinking about it for a long time I offered for her to stay with me until she could move in because she had told me that she was grateful that she could stay with her friends, but the space was a little cramped for that many people. She happily said yes and from that moment on we have been friends. If I was in her situation I would want to stay somewhere else as well.

I quickly typed 'Yes! Of course!' before looking from whom I got the other text from.

I only moved to Korea six months ago so I don't know a lot of people here so not too many people have my phone number. I could have guessed from who the other text was. There are only two people who text me a lot. Of course, Ji-su and the other one is Eun-yu. It still surprises me that she talks to me let alone texts me every time she's on the rooftop.

'Need music. Come to the roof.' Rolling my eyes at the text, I quickly answer.

'Be there in ten.' She can be a real bitch. No, never mind she is a bitch, but she will do anything for the people who are close to her.

Apparently, I'm one of those people.

'Five.' I shook my head before standing up.

My whole body felt sore from the bad sleep I had. But hey at least I got some sleep. Most of the time I don't bother to sleep, too scared I will have a nightmare again about what had happened, and because I don't want to anger the neighbors more by screaming every day. I only slept when I absolutely needed to.

I didn't want to test Eun-yu's patient today so I quickly took a shower because my body was still sticky from all the sweating I had done. With a towel around my waist, I went to my dresser grabbing some shorts with an old band t-shirt I had since forever with a long-sleeved shirt that had black and white stripes on them that I put on underneath the other shirt.

I slip them on before quickly putting on my white socks. I grabbed my guitar's case from the wall with the guitar in it, swinging it on my shoulder. I was Struggling on one leg attempting to put on my black Converse while trying to be as fast as possible.

With a rush, I ran out the door to the elevators quickly pushing the buttons. A sigh of relief left my lips when it quickly arrived. I pushed the button to the highest floor before watching the door slide shut. I wonder why she needed music this time. Most of the time she wanted it so she could practice her ballet, but there were times she just wanted to sit down, smoke a cigarette, and just talk while I played the guitar softly.

Apparently, it calmed her down from all the stress she had because of school and her older brother. Eun-hyuk was in my eyes a good older brother, but I can't really tell her that without getting a load of curse words and complaints about him. Maybe it is because I had taken care of a little boy Miles back at the orphanage and felt like an older sibling to him. Deep down I know she loves him, she just has a hard time expressing her feelings in a none bitchy way.

The sound of the elevators stopping brought me out of my thoughts. Exiting the elevators I began to walk in a steady pass to the stairs that would lead me to the roof. I could already feel the light breeze coming from outside when I was at the bottom of the stairs.

Skipping steps I walked up the stairs being greeted by an impatient Eun-yu tapping her foot on the ground.

"You're late."

I let out a chuckle shaking my head.

"Only one minute."

She let out a huff before walking to the place where we always hang out.

"So what's wrong this time?" I asked taking the case from my shoulder and placing it against the edge of the building.

She sat down and began to put her ballet shoes on.

"Did it hurt or bother you when you quit ballet?" she asked without looking up at me.

My whole life I have been doing ballet and loved it. It was one of the few things I was allowed to do. A year or so ago I had to quit because of her. Ms. Ward had pushed me down the stairs when I ran after her when she wanted to hit Miles after he ran upstairs scared of her. I hadn't broken anything when I landed at the bottom, but her being the cruel person she is stomped on my feet and ankle making sure I wouldn't be able to walk for a while. In doing so she also ended my ballet life.

"To be honest. Yes." She looked up at me probably not wanting to hear that.

"It was something I loved to do since I was little, so yes it hurt when I had to quit." I didn't know why she would ask me this out of the blue.

"Why are you asking? Are you considering quitting too?"

A frustrated groan left her lips when she stood up.

"I quit my lessons." She huffs out.

"Why? I thought that your brother made enough money for your school and to live off."

She let out a groan rolling her eyes at me.

"That's just it! Not the money, but him working! Why did he have to quit his school? I never asked him for it!" I could hear the frustration grow in her voice the more she talked.

"He did that so you can keep doing what you love," I explained, knowing she wouldn't listen to me.

"Whatever." She mutters putting her other shoes to the side so that she has space enough to dance.

"Look I asked you to come for the music not to side with my brother." I held my hands up in defense before taking the guitar out of the case.

Sitting down on the ground I began to strum the strings until my hands began to make more of a melody than just noise. Eun-yu began to stretch while I played further knowing she didn't want me to stop, which I didn't mind. I loved playing the guitar and I loved watching Eun-yu practice ballet.

It's the only thing I have that reminds me of dancing it myself. I really wish my ankle would be better, but every time I try to dance it begins to hurt, and sometimes it ends up swelling so much that I can't stand on it for days. I hate that she had forced me that way to stop doing ballet. She never liked me doing it. In fact, she hated every activity I did outside the orphanage.

It didn't even cost her a penny. Every kid in the orphanage was allowed to do an activity outside the orphanage and the state would cover the costs. I'm pretty sure that she just hated to see us happy. The only reason she started the orphanage was to earn easy money. Every paycheck she got from the government for the orphanage and the children went into her own pockets. She was smart about it too. She spent just enough to pretend to take care of us and to keep the orphanage neat on the outside and if there was an inspection she would make sure that everything was okay on the inside as well.

It's not like she doesn't have enough money already. When I was fifteen I got a job to earn some money for myself. The moment she found out about it she demanded the money.

Of course, I protested at first, but she said that I lived under her roof and if I was old enough to work then I was old enough to pay her rent. Which was stupid because it was an orphanage, I had to agree with her after she locked me up in the shed for two days straight without food.

My attention went back to Eun-yu when she suddenly stopped in the middle of her dance. My nose crinkled in disgust when I saw that there was gum stuck to her shoe. With a groan, she untied her shoe and said hey to someone else which surprised me because I hadn't heard or seen anyone coming up.

There was a boy around our age standing on the edge of the building.

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meeeeeeeeiamasheep · 1 year

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Zenyatta adopting a teen Reader pt2

Let's follow this idea, it has a lot of potential.

Part one aquí.

• "Good morning, my little one"

• He called you "my little" to say you weren't crying afterwards.

• Suddenly everything felt familiar, you had quickly gotten used to calling him dad, it was natural

• And the family grew

• You were at home, finishing a task, when you heard the door, so you got up to open it, thinking it was an Omnic or some neighbor.

• "Konichiwa, excuse me. Is Master Zenyatta here?"

• Zenyatta? Teacher? You've seen him as a counselor or psychologist, but never as a teacher, come to think of it, you've never seen him work or get paid.

• But you let the omnic in anyway, Zen had just gone to the corner store for some tea.

• It turns out that it wasn't an Omnic, it was a Cybor called Genji, friendly, but not very talkative, but you didn't ask too much, he seemed uncomfortable with your presence.

• Luckily, your father was back soon, and you were sure he was grinning when he noticed the Cybor.

• You could hear them talking in Nepali among themselves, and not wanting to be a bad third you go to your room, when you managed to hear it.

• "...Yes and she would be your brother. Have you met him yet?"

• Brother.

• Zenyatta had another son.

• Both of you and Genji stared at each other for a few seconds.

• You swear you heard a switch or something.

• Now the serious and intimidating Cyborg hugged you speaking in Japanese and sounded happy

• Every day you were more amazed with your adoptive father's abilities, without a doubt.

• Zen calmed him down and offered tea, along with some small talk.

• Although he hadn't adopted Genji as such, he saw him as his son, for what he had told him about you in his letters and had been waiting for the moment to introduce them.

• Genji also told part of his story, he had had an older brother and had had a very bad time in the past, it was Zen who helped him on his way, being grateful to him and happy to have someone to call family after so long.

• He didn't say much, but you won't ask about it.

• Although he did mention that he had always liked the idea of being the older brother.

• And, honestly, how could you refuse?

• The next morning, after breakfast, your new older brother took you out of the house, he wanted to get to know you better, so they walked around the city for a while until they reached an arcade.

• Needless to say, they both spent the whole morning playing until they got hungry.

• They both went to a small cafe where they ate hamburgers and milkshakes.

• "So this is having a family?" You thought with a smile.

• The rest of the afternoon they both walked between shops and small markets, Genji seemed to have a natural gift for talking, similar to Zen, but he would ask, simply make conversation without being awkward or intrusive.

• When you got home, you heard a smile from your father when he saw them arrive with their arms full.

• You had a console to play with your new brother, they had bought incense, flowers, candles, several books, one or another Japanese ornament or with the symbol of Shambali.

• That night, Genji called it "Tenkartta Family Night" where the two of them enjoyed the dinner that Zen had prepared, played with the console and at the end, the three of them ended up sitting on the couch enjoying a movie.

• That night you discovered that metal could be as warm and comfortable to sleep as ever.

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yarrystyleeza · 3 months

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Arduous Solitude

"I used to want to be alone. Now that you're here—I don't want to be alone anymore. The solitude that I once wanted took no place in my heart ever since I had you."

[series masterlist / main masterlist]

Taglist: @mattmurdocks6thscaleapartment @bellaxgiornata @babygirlmurdock @1988-fiend @v4leoftears @galaxies-and-moons-and-cox

[The Welcoming Neighbor]

Word count: 1.35k!

Warnings/tags for this chapter: none!!! Just sneaky curious Henry lurking in the woods.

You mentally checked a box on your bucket list as you placed down the last cardboard box at the porch in front of your door. Moving to the suburbs was a dream you've had since you were a little girl.

You just won the million bills lottery and decided to leave everything behind, your left your job at downtown London, you sold the flat you owned, you left the city lights, the clubs, the bars, the loud cars—you threw everything behind you and bought this Gothic-style house by the edge of the woods, escaping the industry with the last bits of sanity you had.

Aside from your orange tabby boy cat, you were lonely, but you loved it—humans weren't the best company for you anyway. And the men you've been with, well, you can say they were one of the reasons you hated people and their presence. It wasn't any of your fault, they were just... Terrible.

And as of friends, you were the worst to make any. You were a bit awkward, and that didn't help you in making friends, but at the same time—you were glad you didn't make any, otherwise you'd have to hear a lot of people begging you to reconsider your decision.

You were the most socially-unskilled human ever, and you're glad you won't be using your terrible skills around anymore. You were built different, and that's okay, you'd accepted it long ago.

Now, you wave to the loader truck driver as he took off and on to the main road. You let a sigh of contentment out of your mouth and turn in your heels to head inside your new home. This place was magnificently spacious, and you've already planned what and where to place everything. But you're going to have to take a trip back to the city to get some new things to help clutter up the place. More furniture, plants, candles, more books, more sculptures and figures of all mediums—you loved collecting those.

You turned your music on and tied your hair up. Starting with the kitchen, you began unloading the cardboard boxes and pack the pantry with all the canned and packed foods and goods you owned, luckily you bought plenty of that.

Thinking of what would you do if you ran out of food —and money, most importantly— you remembered that the previous residents had already installed an internet connection line.

Good. You could work from home if it's really necessary. And a few trips back to town on your way to your parents' house won't be a great bother.

Once you were done with arranging the kitchen and loading your fridge, you bolted upstairs and started putting your room together. You assembled your bed and spread the sheets and pillows, you hung your clothes in your wardrobe, and sorted the rest of your stuff in the drawers. You were done sorting things by afternoon.

You could work on the decorations later tonight.

There was this room in the house that you planned to turn into an art studio, another thing you wanted to have in your home since you were young. Back in your little flat in downtown London—you had a little corner where you placed your wooden easel, a wooden shelf where you organized your gadgets, and your paintings. It was the little corner that carried all the life in your home, and now that you have a bigger room for it, you planned to make it your haven, and you will spread your paintings all around the house, too.

You spread your favourite rug and placed the easel right over it—right after you had adjusted the wooden shelves to be set in the corner of the room. And as you unpacked your finished pieces from their bags, you pictured where you'd locate every piece of them. The large painting you made of your parents will probably take place in the living room, right above the sofa, and the painting you made of Marmalade will definitely be placed next to it too.

He meowed from across the house to let you know he's awake. He's been asleep since you brought him here in the morning. The trip must've been exhausting to him, you thought. He entered the room to inspect what you were doing, smelling each and every thing in the room, filling the space with his impressed purrs and little chirrups.

He left the room as soon as he was done with his very silly investigation, you laugh at him and continue your work.

You were settled by the sunset. You had some of your paintings hung up on the walls, you furnished the living room and sorted your bookshelves, and you placed the TV where you planned. Everything was in place, and that made you even more ravished.

But the growl of your ravenous stomach took you off guard, you were starving. And Hell, you deserved a luscious meal after the work you've done. Roast. You craved that. You looked at your phone, it was six, you still had enough time to fulfill your hankering, you're not rushing things anyway, in fact, you had all the time. You just had to set the fireplace to warm up the place first, and luckily you practiced that earlier—back at your parents' home.

You indulged in preparing your blissful meal, streaming calm ambience music on the radio and moving your feet to it. In three hours, you were done preparing dinner and setting your table. You fed your cat first —for the fifth time today— and then settled down for dinner.

Chewing on the beef, you played one of your favourite comfort films on your laptop to finish up your perfect day. Your night couldn't get better. You were warm, full stomach and delighted, and now you were lying on your sofa, finishing the rest of your film.

And someone was curious enough to watch you go through all of this.

He watched from behind the dark trees with inquisitive glaring eyes, observing the new —and apparently very loud— resident of this house, hoping you won't be an obstacle to his night hunts.

But then he watched closer, studying your movement around the house. And then he got even closer, and that's when he got a glimpse of your face... And something turned alive in the undead heart of this ancient soul.

You fascinated him.

And he was curious enough to walk up to your house, climb the few steps, stand on your wooden porch, and knock on your door.

This very curious act, however, gave you a mini heart attack. You shrieked and jumped out of your comfy pose, staring at the front door; someone knocking on your door was the last thing you'd expect here, specially because the nearest house is miles and miles away from yours.

But it was alright, you knew that your house wasn't inhabited in a while—it would probably lure in some of the curious people in the neighborhood. You were the last house that lies exactly on the edge of the woods, and people would probably know if someone new moved in.

You're thinking it too much. You had to open your door to check, otherwise your neighbor might be freezing outside, it wasn't winter yet, but it's near the woods, so it must be freezing out there.

You kept the thought of encountering a burglar in the back of your mind, though they'd be a real dumb-arse to walk all the way up the hill to reach your house and break into it, but still, you had to be careful.

You got up and walked towards the door, clothing yourself with a capote on your way. You huff a breath out, practicing a smile to flash at whoever stands behind your door. You turn the doorknob and pull the door your way.

A fancy looking man was standing opposite to you.

That was definitely another unexpected thing for the night but, little did you know... This wouldn't be the last un-expectation you'd encounter with this man.

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CHOI YEONJUN HEADCANON

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Demon Slayer Hashira! Yeonjun sees you as a demon

☾︎ DEMON SLAYER AU! MENTIONS OF DEMONS, BLOOD, DEATH, SWORDS, GORE ☽︎

# . . . where it started

You and Yeonjun were just two children enjoying their time together in the mountains

Your homes weren't far from each other

That makes you both neighbors and inseparable

It was a peaceful day until a demon attacked both of your homes

Yeonjun could do nothing and ran away with you

However the demon caught up with both of you and is trying to kill you

Yeonjun tried to fight the demon but you only told him to continue running and he did

He promised to avenge you while he ran

He was saved by a demon slayer minutes later

But the demon and you were gone from where he left

MORE BELOW THE CUT!

# . . . how he is as a hashira

It's been over 12 years since he last saw you

There was never a day where he doesn't think of you

He trained hard and fought a lot of demons

And he has become the Mist Pillar of the Hashiras

Yeonjun is a warm hearted hashira who is one of the strongest

He leads his fellow demon slayers well and takes care of them well

He had made his own breathing forms as well which he can only use because of his strength

He was admired by a lot

And is determined to find the demon who killed his family and you

# . . . how they met again

Yeonjun was on a mission to find out what has been happening in a certain district

It was reported that people had gone missing or even found dead with their heads often missing from the main body

When night falls, he could feel the strong demon presence

His fellow demon slayers are also aware of the presence

It was as if the demon was luring them

Yeonjun was with a fellow hashira, the Fire Hashira, Choi Beomgyu who tagged along with him

They were both in different parts of the district

Yeonjun was busy looking around for the demon that he didn't even hear the footsteps behind above him

"Oh my, it's my old friend."

His eyes widened and when he looked up

He didn't recognize you at first but when you jumped down in front of him, he falls back

He stares at you in disbelief and shocked while he breathes heavily

You just laughed and smiled before licking the blood on the side of your lips

"I can't believe you're a hashira now... Such a pity, I couldn't add another hashira to my list."

Yeonjun's whole body was trembling

How can a sweet and innocent person like you be a demon who devours humans for power?

"Luckily, my Lord never gets angry with me but I could kill that other hashira."

You patted Yeonjun's head before you were about to leave but then

Yeonjun stops you

He glares at you with fury, instead of warm welcomes

He asks you what happened and why you became a demon

And why you were killing humans when you were once human too

"I told you to run away and you did. I'm glad you did but I also didn't want to die. But if you waited for me, we would both be dead"

You hugged Yeonjun which brought tears to his eyes

He couldn't believe himself...

A hashira hugging a demon

You broke the hug and yeonjun was shocked again

Your eyes-

You're an Upper Moon Demon, in addition to that, you're Upper Moon 2

Yeonjun will find it hard if he fights you alone but he readies his stance anyway and this made you frown

You didn't want to fight yeonjun who's an old friend

You tried to leave with no word and no fight but Yeonjun stopped you since you are still an enemy who craves human blood

He tried attacking you but nothing changed

"Yeonjun, just leave already. I'm already full, so I'll get going or else, I'll really kill you."

"Then what's stopping you from killing me? Just fight me like the way you fought all those Hashiras in the past"

You stared at Yeonjun with disbelief but you stayed still

You weren't even in your demon form, yet his attacks has no damage on you

"I don't want to hurt you, Yeonjun."

This just shocked him even more and even brought tears to his eyes :(

His old friend, even as a demon, doesn't want to fight him

You still care for him, even if you've turned into something who craves nothing more than human blood

Now he cries, not sure on how he could kill you

# . . . how it's like fighting you

Yeonjun can't tell who will die first

He guessed he will die first

His attacks had no damage on you last time and you weren't even in your true form

It pains you both to fight each other but he has to

Yeonjun swore he didn't want to fight you but you killed most of his seniors and his fellow demon slayers

And even devoured them

He wanted to avenge them who made his human life more valuable than you

It did hurt that he thought this way but you understood him

In the end, it was them against you

You still love Yeonjun, of course

It was a tragedy that wasn't meant to be

Once the demon who made you into one has been killed, you might as well perish with him

"Yeonjun, let's talk for a few more minutes before I'll let you kill me. I know your pain is greater than mine but let's talk."

You noticed how he clenched his sword

The more steps you took, the tighter his grip becomes

Once you stood in front of him, you leaned to his ears

"If my master dies, I die with him. So why can't we just spend these last minutes together before I disappear"

You held his hand tightly :((((((

"Or we can say our goodbyes now, so you can kill me. That way, your friends and family will finally have an early rest in peace."

It was at this point that Yeonjun didn't know what to do

His friends will get rest anyways if the other Hashiras are able to kill the demon lord himself

.....

He looks into your eyes; your ranking displayed on your pupils

He puts away his sword and hugs you tight

"Let's catch up with what we've missed before you disappear too."

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I told you guys I had no way home brainrot. This is staying on Tumblr until I decide whether or not to write more or think it's worth uploading on AO3.

Summary: Peter needed a place to stay after the universe forgot about him. Luckily, there's a complex in Hell's Kitchen that won't ask questions. It's only chance that Peter recognizes the face of the Lawyer upstairs.

Meanwhile, Matt cannot help himself from checking in on his new, young neighbor who couldn't be old enough to be out of highschool.

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When Peter rented out his new apartment, he didn't have any ulterior motives.

All he wanted was a cheap place to stay, in a cheap part of town, in a cheap part of the city. Some place that would take money when money was offered and didn't need anything like social security numbers or drivers licenses or didn't even question too hard about his status as a minor.

A shabby part of Hell's Kitchen was what met those requirements, and the landlord only seemed to care that he got his money on time. He didn't even bat an eye when Peter told him he'd be giving his payments in cash. It seemed shady, but secretive tennants weren't something people in this part of New York bothered to look too deeply into. Peter could only wonder if it was because Hell's Kitchen was full of people who kept to their own business... or if they've already long learned that avoiding looking into suspicious people made it so you avoided becoming the next body the news reported washing up in the ocean.

It wasn't heaven, but hey, Peter got a room.

And a crappy room too, by most standards. People uptown got studio apartments nicer than this.

But it was affordable; big enough to give him a place to put his head down whenever he can find a few hours to sleep between trying to get a highschool diploma with no records of even ever going to school and swinging around the city stopping all kinds of crime that Peter's self aware enough by now to know that most teenagers should never even try to get involved with.

Comes with the 'being forgotten by all of the universe'. If anyone's gotta be aware of Peter, it's gotta be Peter.

But that wasn't the point.

The point was, other than the reasons he'd listed, there weren't any other motives for getting this run-down, dumpster of an apartment. In fact, when he heard a knock on his door a day later to see a familiar face, he didn't have to fake any of his confusion, surprise, and dare he say it... hope.

In addition, his shock was so strong that he couldn't catch his expression in time as he opened the door. Luckily, the man on the other side couldn't see that surprise, and his face remained friendly and curious as Peter cleared his throat and greeted his surprise visitor.

"Mr Mudock?" Peter asked, like a complete idiot. Just because the man couldn't see his surprise, it didn't mean he couldn't hear it. Stupid Peter. Stupid lack of filter. Stupid stupid stupid-

"That's me," Mr Murdock replied with raised eyebrows. He looked thrown off by Peter's apparent knowledge of his name. "Or well, Mr Murdock is for my clients. Matt's fine, ah..."

Peter knew a vocal queue when he heard it. "Peter. Peter Parker, ah, Mr... Matt, sir... um..."

Peter held out his hand, and realized only a couple awkward moments later that Mr Murdock couldn't see it. He cleared his throat, feeling heat fill his cheeks at the dumb jesture. Offer a hand to a blind man? Stupid Peter-

"Sorry, I was, um, holding out my hand, I forgot-"

"Ah," Murdock nodded his head and held out his hand, an amused tilt to his lips that made Peter wonder if he guessed Peter was holding out his hand and wanted to see how long it took him to notice.

Peter shook his hand, wishing the floor would rise and swallow him whole. Murdock, on the other hand, didn't seem to dwell on the mistake, choosing to tilt his head to the side and lean on his cane, like an old man almost, regarding Peter like the blindness didn't exist.

"Nice to meet you Peter. Forgive me, however, as I must ask how you already knew who I was?"

Well dump lemon on Peter and throw him in the oven to bake, because he could only flounder for a solid few seconds for a lie.

He didn't think telling his visitor that Murdock was his lawyer once upon a time. Spider-Man's lawyer. Except, in the aftermath of the biggest screwed pooch in history, everyone forgot who Peter Parker was... let alone that he'd ever swung around the city with web-slingers and covered in good'o fashioned red and blue spandex. Yeah, that would go over well. Murdock was a phenomenal lawyer, but even the smartest guys would chalk that up to a massive lie.

So Peter went the easy route, thinking about the news channels and the reason May wanted to hire Murdock and Nelson in the first place for their case.

"I heard of you from, the uh, Fisk and Castle stuff."

Why did that sound like a lie? Gosh, Peter was so bad at this.

Murdock stayed silent for a shuddering heartbeat, but a smile spread on his face, regardless, that very heartbeat later.

"Makes sense, most people these days know me from that." He paused and chuckled. "But enough about me, I heard from the other tenants that we had someone new in the building. I decided to pop in and say hi, as your sorta upstairs neighbor."

"Sorta?"

"Sorta. Not directly above you, but the floor up anyways. I'm on the side with, what I'm told is, the giant, annoying, and bright advertisement billboard."

The other side of the building. The other side of the building and upstairs. Peter might not have lived in many other places than the house his parents had when he was barely old enough to remember and the few apartments he and May had pre and post blip... but he didn't think it was normal for neighbors as removed as upstairs and across the building to come and say hi to new tenants, no matter how weird Hell's Kitchen was.

"You're curious why a minor has an apartment all to himself," he said in realization.

A startled chuckle escaped Murdock's mouth as he brought his free hand up to his neck. "Was it that obvious?"

Peter laughed. "Not really? It was just a guess."

"I hope you don't blame me," Murdock explained quickly, though he didn't look very ashamed to be caught. "Hell's Kitchen isn't that safe of a place for a minor out on his own. Trust me, I've seen a lot of messed up stuff here, both as a lawyer and... well. Off the job."

"It's the only place I can afford. Besides, I know how to defend myself."

"I believe you," Murdo said after another heartbeat pause. "Well, I'm sure you don't want to be interrogated by some random guy all night. I hope to chat some more some other time, Peter." He held out a hand. "I better be off."

Peter took the hand, grateful that it was the blind man this time that offered it, and shook it.

And just like that, the interaction ended with Peter watching as Mr Murdock gave a friendly goodbye and walked confidently away down the hallways like he didn't even need the cane.

Suddenly, Peter felt like some sort of intruder. A stranger. Someone out of place even in a world that didn't remember him. He was already apprehensive about Hell's Kitchen being the only place within his limited budget—he only had whatever he could get off May's card in cash at various gas stations and stores before the bank shut her account down... and it wasn't enough to keep him going for more than a couple months even in this ran down apartment complex. If he had the choice, he would have stayed in Queens, where there were people that he knew, at the least, but it wasn't meant to be. Hell's Kitchen offered him an affordable place to stay, but it also brought complications. If New York was Superman's Metropolis, then Hell's Kitchen was it's pocket of Gotham. The crime was higher, the people were shadier, the streets were dirtier, the police even less trustworthy than normal... and there was it's Batman. Daredevil. As protective as this collection of city-blocks as Bruce Wayne was of his entire city. No one went to Gotham in those comics because they knew Batman wouldn't be happy about it, and you'd get on his bad side. Spider-Man... The Avengers even... No one wanted to mess with the kitchen, nor her criminals. Not if they wanted to piss off the Devil or mess up whatever he had going on with his latest serial killer or the next wanna-be kingpin. After all, people kept out of Gotham for Gotham's rogue gallery just as much as it's hero.

Peter knew that him simply living here was pressing on Daredevil's boundaries, even if Daredevil didn't know it yet. And Peter knew that Daredevil was good at getting information. If he caught even the tiniest hint that some other vigilante was in his streets, then he'd not only be on Peter's tail, but he'd be digging his claws into his tail and tugging him closer to tear him to shreds.

But. Money tight. Hell's Kitchen cheap.

What was the worst that could happen anyway? He'd just keep his nose clean. It would be hard, but he could avoid getting involved with the crime here. Sure, it ached in his chest whenever he thought about how that technically went against the whole with great power and great responsibility thing...but if he left to other parts of New York to patrol before crime usually picked up and came back after crime settled down, then it was all out of sight out of mind, right? If he didn't see the crime happening in this neighborhood then it wasn't his responsibility. Besides, it wasn't like he was leaving here unprotected, Daredevil handled it so far. Peter wouldn't want to step on his toes. He was much more helpful in Queens or whatever anyways.

The click of Murdock's cane finally faded from Peter's enhanced hearing, prompting him to crawl out of his thoughts and finally close the door before someone walked by and thought he was insane for standing in an open doorway for no reason.

He didn't like it here, but there wasn't anything he could do about it besides open his laptop that he managed to scavenge from his and May's old apartment and search for jobs that didn't require any information that Peter couldn't give thanks to his identity not existing.

All the while, his brain wandered to the lawyer upstairs, absentmindedly thinking about that brick that broke through the window, and how Murdock caught it before Peter could. A blind, regular guy who somehow sensed a flying hunk of brick quicker before his Spider Sense.

Maybe Hell's Kitchen would be more exciting than he thought. After all, he had a surprise mystery to occupy himself with now.

Not Spider-Man. This was something he could investigate as Peter Parker and stay clear off Daredevil's freaky radar.

Maybe Nelson and Murdok were looking for an intern or something.

-o-o-o-o-

Matt knew that visiting the new kid's apartment would cause suspicion, but Matt was too curious by the new and strange sounding heartbeat to let a meeting happen naturally. Everything about the boy seemed abnormal. Even all the way up to his own apartment, he could hear Peter's heartbeat—young, fast, loud, strong—above anyone else's despite his heart-rate clearly having calmed down since Matt left.

Matt knew that give or take a few days, Peter would become even more suspicious of Matt once he figured out that tenants don't talk about other tenants, new or otherwise. The only reason Matt knew he was there was because of that heartbeat, and it took just a little bit of focusing his senses to hear the landlord talking out loud to himself about the kid. That was where Matt found out Peter was paying rent in cash and didn't give a single bit of information about himself besides his name and age. Apparently emancipated. Matt didn't need to hear Peter say it himself to know that was a lie.

He sat down on his sofa and stayed still, listening to Peter for any information he would slip thinking no one was listening, but after a few hours of listening to fingers click on a keyboard, Matt stopped focusing so hard on him. He didn't want to stalk the kid. It was just curiosity eating away at him, but if the kid wasn't hurting anybody or getting himself in danger then Matt was fine with letting things happen naturally.

It was just another mystery, after all, and Matt already had enough of those on his plate. This was simply another drop in the bucket, landing right next to the mysterious check the law firm recently received that belonged to a dead woman.

May Parker. Strange. She had the same last name as Peter.

There might not be a connection, there were plenty of people with that last name, but it certainly brought up Matt's curiosity a fraction of a level.

One thing was for sure, he was going to keep a metaphorical eye on the kid, because while it was just another mystery... Matt was never a fan of leaving things alone.

#spider man #peter parker #daredevil #mathew murdock #spiderman nwh #spiderman spoilers #spiderman no way home #fanfiction #spiderman nwh spoilers #jin writes

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soaringeag1e · 3 years

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Snow Day

Jensen x Reader

Warnings: All The Fluff!!!!

Words: 1,590

Just some fluff and love for this amazing man’s birthday!

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"Guys! Dinner's ready! Get in here and wash up!" you yelled out the back door, luckily getting the attention of your three kids.

Snow days. Fun for them, not so fun for you. It was beautiful outside, but with how much snow came, you had a ton of snow to shovel otherwise you wouldn't be getting your car out in the morning to take them to school. Something they would love. But an extra day off for the weekend was plenty for you. You had work to do around the house and it was impossible to do with them there.

"Shoes off." you instruct when you hear them start to pile in, knowing that if you didn't they'd just run right through the house, dragging snow throughout the place which would add that much more cleaning to your list.

You loved being a mom, but you had to admit that it was hard doing it by yourself. Considering what your husband did for a living and the fact that he was away most the time, you were practically a single mother raising three crazy kids on your own. But you couldn't be mad at him for that. He was living his dream and it made him happy. Not only that, but because of what he did, he has made your life a dream come true too. It was just the sacrifice that you both had to make.

Four plates were out and ready to go. Each child had their own glass with what they requested inside and you were grabbing your glass of wine by the time they came barreling down the stairs and into the dinning room.

They were laughing and talking about all the fun they were having outside, producing more ideas for when they could go back out tomorrow. You loved how they got along most of the time. Siblings would always fight, but when they worked together like they were then, it made everything that much better. You loved your little family, and you loved your husband. You just missed him beyond belief right now.

The snow was up to your shins and it was soaking through your pants, but you were so close to getting the drive clear. You did the sidewalk first, practically shoveling your way out of the house just to get to the garage. But you made good headway. You were just dying to finish so that you could go back inside, get some hot coffee and snuggle up under a blanket.

The kids were in the living room, curled up together and watching a movie. They refused to go to bed without seeing their dad even though you told them that the cut off was eleven. You weren't sure when Jensen was going to be getting home, especially in this weather and you weren't going to let them be up all night.

The night was silent. It always seemed more quiet after it snowed. Like the large blanket put everyone into a deep sleep. There was no cars driving in the distance, no yelling from the neighbors, no music playing. It was just pure silence.

You got excited when you had reached the final patch. A few more lifts and you would have cleaned the area out and made it accessible for the morning. That and you made it clear for when Jensen got home. Not that his six foot figure would struggle to get through the eight inches, but still.

"Excuse me? Miss?" You didn't even hear a car pull up, so the voice definitely took you off guard.

"Yes?" you sigh as you stand and turn towards the man.

"Hey, um...listen. My car broke down back here and uh...I was just wondering if I could use your phone so that I could get a tow truck out here and pick me up?"

"Hmm." you think for a moment, watching as the man slowly moves towards you. "I don't know. I'm not sure that my husband would be too happy about me letting a strange man into the house while he's away."

"He's away?" Interested, he continues to move closer to you. "Why's that?"

"He's an actor. Works out of town."

"Oh!" A few steps more and he pauses, making sure not to get too close to you. "I was gonna say...if I was your husband, I don't think I could ever leave you." You feel yourself blush and you can't help but look away from the attractive man.

"That's alright. I don't want to get you in trouble with your husband, but um..." his feet crunch against the remnants of the snow that you couldn't shovel as he gets even closer, and as you look up, he's practically chest to chest with you. "I do have one more question."

"What's that?"

"Well, I uh...I also left my lip balm in the car, so I'm out and I think I'm feeling a little uh..."

"Chapped?" you finish for him as he puckers his lips together.

"Chapped, yeah. So I was wondering if I could...borrow some lip balm?"

"I don't know if you're going to like what I got."

"Do you mind if I...try it?"

"Hmm." you shrug nonchalantly, tilting your head up a bit as he leans in.

It was just a quick peck, but it sent chills through your body, making it even harder to fight the smile on your face.

He turns his head to the side, acting kind of embarrassed for kissing you. His lips roll together for a moment and you dip your head a bit to try and gauge his reaction.

"Do you like it?"

"You know, I can't tell. Let me...just..." he steps even closer now, his right hand sliding along the side of your face as he pulls you in. He's practically eating you alive and you're loving every second. You don't even fight him on it, you just let his tongue take control and let his arms pull you as close as they can.

"I missed you!" you cry out when he finally pulls away.

"I missed you." he leans in to steal another kiss and there's no way you're going to tell him no, not for how much you missed him. "Look at you shoveling this all by yourself."

"Well, someone's got to do it, right?"

"I could have done it when I got home." his gloved hands were pressed firmly against your back, keeping you close so that you could feed off of each others body heat.

"After all the traveling you just did? No. You need to rest."

"Says the woman who has spent all week with three kids and a day and half of a snow day. That's practically like dealing with all three birthdays on Christmas with them full of sugar." You laugh as you fall into his fluffy coat and you can feel him kiss the top of your head.

“Are they asleep?”

“No.” you groan softly. “They wanted to wait up for you.”

“Well, lets go fix that, cause I want to spend some time with my wife.”

As Jensen moved into the bedroom, you set your book down in your lap. He looked exhausted, but you couldn’t help but chuckle at how adorable he looked.

“They missed you.”

“Yeah.” he whispers, running his fingers over his eyes. “I missed them too, but damn.” he moved around the side of the bed and kicked off his shoes before stripping himself from his shirt and pants. “What did you feed them for dinner?”

“Not sugar.” you laugh as he crawls over the covers, remaining on all fours as he climbs on top of you.

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.” you barely get the words out before his lips interrupt you.

“Cause I’m starting to think you kept them up just so you can hide out in here all by yourself.” he whispered against your lips before stealing another kiss.

“Never.”

“No?”

“No.” you brought a hand up to his cheek, letting your fingers remind you of everything you loved about this man. “I’d never give up my time with you.” He then nipped at your bottom lip. “I love you.”

“Good to know.” You press your lips together, trying to hold in the laugh that was shaking your chest. He lets his mouth attach to your jaw, slowly leaving kisses in it’s wake as he makes his way to your neck, and that’s when your eyes catch the alarm clock on his side of the bed.

“Hmm.” Hearing the amused tone, he pulls back with questioning eyes.

“What?” You lift both hands then and place them on the side of his face, pulling him close and kissing him. It was the kiss you’ve been dying to give him. You had a small hint of it outside when he got home, but now was even better. It was deeper, more passionate, and you definitely didn’t want to pull away. But unfortunately, you had to.

“Not complaining, but...” he breathes against your mouth. “...what was that for?”

“Happy Birthday.”

“What?”

“it’s after midnight.” you whisper as if you’re afraid the kids will hear you. “It’s officially March first.” He smiles a bit before taking a glance at the time. Not that you would lie to him, but he couldn’t help himself.

“Would you look at that.” You turn his face back and kiss him again, honestly not caring if you got zero sleep as long as it meant you got to spend alone time with him.

“Happy birthday, Jensen.”

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pretoriafics · 3 years

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Russian Roulette - Pt. 3

In this series, you will find: Alternative Universe, Soulmate plot, Angst, Fluff. In this chapter, you will find: You went to the Friday night party, but, yeah, you think you found out about what the ginger lady had talked about with you that day at the restaurant. Word count: 2.020 Pairings: Reader x Platonic! Scott and Stiles; Reader x Derek Original characters of this chapter: Elodie, your french friend, and Au pair; Astrid, your german friend, and Au Pair; Bennie, your host mom; Warnings: English is not my main language <3 Yeah, it was based on Russian Roulette by Rihanna Russian Roulette series: Chapter Two | Chapter Four RUSSIAN ROULETTE MASTERLIST TEEN WOLF MASTERLIST

You thought about that ginger lady all days that week. Her words were so weird and creepy...

But she was right. You were definitely looking for something: you were looking for the truth about your friends. Everything was okay until you met Derek that day in the accident. And since that, a strange woman came to you.

The truth is not what you're expecting the woman said. So, the truth about your boys was not criminal issues? Something inside of you tells that a criminal issue with the boys would be easier to deal with. But if the boy's secrets were nothing related to crime, what the hell are they hiding, so?

You saved the address the woman gave to you, but you didn't read it. You didn't have the courage yet. But you don't want to think about it right now: It's Friday! And you have a party to go to.

Stiles sent you a lot of texts, trying to plan something for Friday night. You know he just doesn't want you to go to that party for some reason you don't know. And that is the biggest reason you definitely should go there.

You wear your red and short dress and then you were ready to enjoy the night. A few friends went to your house, to give a ride for you, and quickly you guys arrived at a huge house. It was full of drunk people, with loud music and dancing bodies. The house is located close to the woods, so there are no mad neighbors to complain about the loud music - which is great. You just want to enjoy the night and forget about the ginger lady and the secret of your boys.

Well, things were being really fun. You were dancing, you met some cute guys, and you drank just two glasses of alcoholic drinks. It was enough to let you "happier". You weren't used to drinking, so you were the joke of the night after being so excited with just two glasses.

You were talking with two other Au Pairs: Elodie, the girl from France, and Astrid, the german one.

"But you drank just two glasses! Come on, take just one more!"

Astrid was putting more drink in a cup for you, but the truth is that you really didn't like to drink too much. You don't trust anyone to watch you when you lose control over yourself, and if you lost control over yourself, anyone could do anything with you.

"No, thank you. I'm done."

Suddenly, you saw through the window behind Astrid something that gave you shivers. It was a pair of red and demonic eyes looking at you from the woods. Your face blushed from the high temperature of your body, became white in fear. You simply can't take your eyes off that creepy eyes.

"Hey girl, do you saw a ghost or something like that?"

Elodie's french accent pulls you to reality again, and your gaze finds her.

"Uh, no... I just think I need some fresh air."

You turn your back, without gave more explanations to the confused girls who are looking at you walking to the front door. You hear Astrid shout for you:

"But how about Stephen? He will come soon!"

"Tell him I'll be back!"

The house behind you was pure fun and party, but despite having fun, you thought that you needed some fresh air. What that eyes was? Maybe just something inside your head. You haven't had drank enough to get out of control, and even if you had, a glass of some random drink wouldn't give you hallucinations.

Well, you would back to the party a few minutes later. Now, you just need some walking.

You took your high heels off and began to walk on the street. The breeze of the night was giving you a gentle hug, and while the sound of the music becomes low, you find out that yeah, you kinda like those night walkings. All that silence, the fresh air, the peace... Wow, you should do it more.

But your peace was gone when you noticed that a man was stalking you.

Crap.

He is high, with large shoulders. You haven't a chance against him. Scared and worried, your walk becomes faster and faster, hoping that the man finally has gone. But when you crossed the street to come back to the house, you saw that the man has gone. Actually, seems like he evaporated in the air.

Okay, the party is over to you. You would come back to the party and ask for a ride for someone. And done.

When you gave the first step in the party's direction, a huge wolf jumped in front of you, roaring in a way that almost did your heart stop. You shout loud.

"What the hell?! Help!"

You began to run in the opposite direction of the party, running from that unreal wolf who was hunting you. Tears were scrolling down your face, in pure desperation while it runs to chase you. You throw your high heels to the thing, and your heels hit its snout. It seems to work because the wolf shook its head, bothered. It gave you time enough to run even faster while you catch your phone in your bag. The first number you tried to call was Sebastian.

"Come on, Bash, come on!"

But then, a voice coming out of your phone says something that fills you with horror.

"This phone is off. Please try again later."

"Damn!"

The next number you had tried to call was Stiles. He could ask his dad for help, and maybe you could be saved. Happily, you heard his voice.

"Hey, you thought about my proposal of-"

"Stiles, call your dad, I need help!"

The wolf roared for you and, suddenly, it jumps. You let out a loud shout and deflect its attack, changing your route and running to the woods.

"What's happening?!"

"There's a huge wolf behind me! Please, I need help!"

"Where are you?! Are you at that party?"

The wolf runs in your direction and jumps again. It pushes its feet into a tree and, then, it flies in your direction. You put yourself down, deflecting again of its attack, but your phone fell in the middle of the leaves. Terrified, you come up with your foot against a rooted tree and fell.

Crying as you'd never cried before, you got up and, tired, you take strength inside of you to run one more time, as a way to delay your imminent death. But seems like that were your lucky day.

A skinny figure jumps in the wolf's direction, and they roll through the leaves on the floor. The wolf got up, and let out a loud roar. When you turn yourself to understand what the hell has happened, you saw Scott stopped in front of the wolf. However, he wasn't the same: His face was bestial. Close to him, you saw another figure you hadn't seen coming while you were running. You recognize that figure too: Derek, with the same bestial face. But just when Scott turns his animal face to you, you got certain that, yeah, that thing was he.

"(Y/N)... Run."

But the Wolf seems stronger than Derek and Scott. With a hit, the wolf throws them into the air, and Derek and Scott hit the trees. The wolf run in your direction and you try to run, but things were different this time. You heard two roars when the wolf hits you with such strength, that you hit in the tree. Everything becomes dark after this.

"Is she okay? You've come in time?"

You know that voice! It was from Stiles. Your eyes opened slowly, but you still were dizzy with the blow. Your vision was completely blurred, but you could recognize the environment around you. You were lied down to what seems like a backseat, and your head was in someone's lap - Stiles's lap. You saw his worried face when you look up.

"She's fine. The Alpha didn't bite her."

That voice was from Scott, you were pretty sure. He was at the passenger's seat.

"How do you know?"

"Because we check her before brings her here, smart-ass. What do you think?"

Another familiar voice. What was his name? Daryl? Devon?

"Oh, really Derek? I thought that, I don't know, after the Alpha's bite, the mark of the bite disappears!"

But then, the voice of Scott is heard.

"Shhh! Guys, I think she's waking up!"

Stiles looks at you, with such concern in his eyes.

"Hey, miss sunshine. You okay?"

But your head was aching so much! You just close your eyes again, becoming so tired suddenly. You heard Derek's voice now, but he seems so far away from you.

"She will not stay awake too long. Luckily, she will think everything was a nightmare."

Scott let out a long sigh.

"I hope so."

That was the last thing you heard before get unconscious again.

You woke up, scared and sweat. Quickly, you sat in the bed, with a heavy breath and confused. Your head is aching a little bit, but you think it's just a silly headache.

You let out a long sigh and get up from the bed. You took your phone from the bedside table and... Wow, you don't remember to let your phone fall for it get a cracked screen. Still, you could saw a lot of messages from Astrid and Elodie. You chose to read the messages from Elodie first.

"Girl, where are you? Someone found a dead body in the master suite!"

"Where are you?!"

"I'll call the police."

"Please, please just be safe. I'm so afraid of what could be happened to you!"

"We will go back to the party's house, Astrid is freaking out. We don't care if it's dangerous, we just want you safe."

"GIRL I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DIDN'T TELL US THAT YOU'VE BEEN TALKING WITH THAT GUY!! HE'S SO HOT!! HAVE FUN!! You almost made us got a heart attack of worries! Next time advise us."

If that was Elodie's message, you can't imagine Astrid's messages. But... What happened? A body? A guy?

Then, you realize that you didn't remember to come back home from the party. You froze. You gave a step forward, to put your phone on the dressing table, but you felt something aching in your left knee: You were hurt! It was just a silly injury, you probably fell sometime at the party last night. But, then, you remembered.

The giant wolf. The chasing. Scott and Derek. Stiles looking at you.

You look at your phone: Yeah, you let it fall when you were running. Your knee: You fell when you're trying to save your life. Your head: You had been thrown in a tree.

Oh my God.

Scared and trying to assimilate things, you go downstairs and realize that it was 10:30 AM. It was Saturday, your day off, and Bennie was in the kitchen while the girls and Sebastian were running in the backyard. When Bennie saw you coming, she smiled.

"Good morning! Hungry? I did some cookies! But be hurry to eat all of them, you know Sebastian loves cookies, and you just have a few minutes after he got tired of being running with the girls outside."

"Bennie... You know, I think I drank too much last night and..." No, you do not think you drank too much last night "...And I'm not sure about who gave me a ride back home."

"Oh," She gave you a suggestive gaze. "Who would be? Hale, of course! He's a great guy, took care of you! He said that you got really scared after someone found a body in the house, so you got nausea and felt dizzy. And he brought you here. You didn't remember it?"

"Yeah, yeah, now you said it, I think I'm remembering."

You lied, again. But the only thing you have pretty sure, is that tomorrow you would talk with the priest that ginger lady told you.

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kirah69 · 3 years

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Better Than New

Nogitsune/Stiles + pre-Steter + pre...

Summary: The nogitsune gave her a new body, but it wasn't like her old body. He had given her a parting gift.

Warnings: trans mtf character (Stiles), nogitsune, some angst, happy/open ending, Peter provides.

Words: 3510

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The bandages kept piling up on the floor, damp with saliva. There was silence save for Stiles gasps and retching. When the end of the bandage fell to the floor, for a second or even less it felt like it was all over at last. An instant of relief until black smoke billowed from the bandages and something inside began to move. Everyone went on alert. What else could happen now?

A head began to emerge, pale skin with deep dark circles and long black hair. It was like seeing the girl from The Ring coming out of the television. Several weapons were pointed at her, everyone's attention focused on the stranger. Her brown eyes looked up, tearful and terrified, tired, pleading and confused. Someone recognized her and called her name. The wariness turned to worry and confusion. They stopped retreating and approached her. They helped her out of the bandages, asking all once if she was okay, what had happened, what was going on, in an almost unrecognizable cacophony.

When they remembered the other Stiles and looked around them, he was gone. Lydia too. Chaos broke out again. They all ran after the nogitsune and his new hostage, and only Melissa was left looking after her. Stiles couldn't move, she was exhausted both physically and mentally. Her body felt so strange and her mind felt half empty. She didn't know how she felt at that moment about anything, she didn't even have the energy to think about it.

“Honey.” Melissa put down the glass of milk that Stiles just drank on the nightstand. She twisted her hands in her lap as if she was gathering the courage for something. “What has... happened?” she asked in a whisper.

Stiles turned her head toward the wall. She didn't know what to answer, she still hadn't assimilated it. Melissa didn't ask any more.

As soon as she could get up, Stiles went home and locked herself in her room. She couldn't do anything now. They knew how to kill the nogitsune, and Stiles wouldn't be of any help to them, much less in the state she was in. She didn't even dare to look at herself in the mirror, maybe out of fear that it was just a dream or maybe that it was real. She covered herself with a thick sweatshirt and tied her hair in a ponytail with one of the threads she used for the crime board, tucking the end inside the sweatshirt.

Noah barely noticed in the darkness of the room when he visited to check on her. It was hard to notice the changes in the barely ten seconds he was there before going back to work. They still had a demon to catch.

When Stiles got a message saying they were done with the nogitsune, it wasn't relief that she felt, but she did allow herself to finally worry about what had happened to her. She pulled on the hood of her sweatshirt and headed to the loft in her jeep. She almost had an accident because she couldn't stop looking at herself in the rearview mirror. Her heart was beating so hard it was almost pounding in her ears, and she couldn't keep her hands still on the wheel. She was going to show it to someone, she was going to talk to someone about it for the first time, although she didn't know with whom. She wasn't sure who would be in the loft, although she could imagine it.

Stiles jumped out of the jeep as soon as she parked because she was afraid that if she thought about it, she would regret it and go home. Her body vibrated as she took the elevator up. (She had thought about going up the stairs, but she would have no air left when she got there.) She nervously adjusted her hood for a moment in front of the loft door. When she opened it, the only one there was Peter. He was the only one she really needed to see, so it was no problem.

“Stiles, what a surprise to see you here. I thought you'd be celebrating with your friends.” Peter barely looked up from his tablet for a second and went on with whatever he was doing.

“I don't think there's anything to celebrate,” she muttered, though the wolf could hear her perfectly. “Anyway, I wanted to talk to you.”

That seemed to pique his interest.

“About what?” he asked, lowering the tablet.

Stiles took off her hood. She kept her gaze on the ground. At first, she didn't hear anything and then there was movement on the couch.

“I admit I thought my imagination had played a trick on me, but it was real,” he commented with curiosity in his voice.

Stiles shrugged. Yes, it was real, what could she say?

“Why?”

Stiles looked up. The wolf was in front of her, looking her up and down with interest. She was ready to answer, she expected that question from Peter, but his gaze made her nervous.

“A gift. He said it was a gift for having used my body. Not that it makes up for it, but I admit he's been very considerate,” she commented almost to herself.

“I suppose then you're not looking for a way to undo it.”

She was so grateful that he didn't say the obvious, she could almost cry.

“No, I just want to make sure there'll be no side effects and that... it'll be permanent.”

She was so afraid that it was not permanent, that she would blink and it would disappear, that she didn't dare to enjoy it. She was living a dream, not even in her wildest fantasies had she imagined such a thing, and she was terrified.

“I'm pretty sure it's permanent, and from what you say, it doesn't sound like it's a trap. Although I can't be sure of that, he's a nogitsune after all.”

“It's not a trap, I know that,” she answered confidently.

“You know?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.

“I do know. He was in my mind and I was in his. He knows me as well as I know him. It wasn't a lie, I'm just afraid that now that they've killed him, his magic or whatever created this will disappear,” she explained, unable to control that edge of panic in her voice.

“We can investigate it. It'll be difficult to find anything specific about the nogitsune, though. But I think his magic is powerful enough to make it permanent,” Peter assured her with conviction. “Besides, he's not quite dead either, he's just trapped again.”

This time it was Stiles who looked at him in surprise.

“Trapped? They said...” She breathed a sigh of relief for the first time and most of the tension in her body melted away. Her shoulders relaxed and her legs nearly gave out. She dropped onto the couch and threw her head back. “I know I shouldn't be happy, but... it's...”

“You don't have to give any explanation about how you feel. Only you were there. Only you, and the nogitsune, know what happened in your head. You have the right to feel how you feel.”

Stiles raised her head somewhat surprised and didn't expect the soft smile on his face or the intense way he was looking at her.

“What?” she asked when Peter didn't stop looking at her, almost as if he wanted to pounce on her.

“Those clothes are pretty... terrible for a brand-new body. You should get something more appropriate.”

“Hey! These are my usual clothes!” she exclaimed a little offended.

“I know,” he replied almost as if it hurt.

Stiles blushed and twisted the hem of the sweatshirt in her hands.

“Um... You're... you're the only one who knows. I was hiding it until... well, until I knew it was permanent,” she explained a little nervously.

“All the more reason, this way you can make the big reveal looking your best. Or like this if that's what you prefer, but you can choose.”

“I-I don't have money for-.”

“My treat. Let's go.”

Peter grabbed his jacket and headed for the door. When he just walked away without stopping, Stiles got up in a hurry and ran after him. It was a bit strange having Peter riding shotgun in his car (she wondered how he used to move around the town, she had never seen his car, if he had one), although it was not the first time she had a Hale in her jeep.

The wolf glanced at her as she passed the Beacon Hills mall exit and continued into the neighboring town, but he said nothing. She was not yet ready to meet someone she knew with her new look. She hadn't even thought of an excuse for her sudden change, there was no treatment that would achieve such a radical change in such a short time.

Stiles stopped the car near the entrance to the mall. It was a weekday, so luckily there weren't too many people. She had no time to hesitate because Peter immediately got out of the car and headed for the doors. She used the wolf almost as a shield as they advanced, and Peter led her to the most expensive store in the entire mall. Just looking at the prices made her feel dizzy and somewhat uncomfortable, she shouldn't be in a place like that.

“We could go to...”

“It's my money, and I plan to spend it well,” he replied, almost reading her mind. “Now take your time, I'm in no rush. If you want advice, I'll be in the sitting area.”

Stiles had thought that he would stay by her side telling her what would fit her best, what was most appropriate, what matched and all that, but it made her feel good that Peter stayed in the sitting area and let her choose her own clothes.

After choosing a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, Stiles thought she had finished the purchase, but Peter motioned for her to continue without even taking his eyes off his cell phone. After trying on several sizes to find hers, she ended up with three pants and five T-shirts, all of which were not very different from her usual clothes, but fitted to her new body (she liked her style and that wasn't going to change). She wanted to buy a skirt or a dress, but there she was completely lost.

“Do you need help?” Peter appeared behind her suddenly, and Stiles jumped.

“I'm going to put a bell on you,” she murmured. She was holding two dresses in her hands, but she couldn't make up her mind, she didn't even know if she liked either of them. “I have no idea about dresses, I've never... I didn't dare to...”

Peter took both dresses and put them back on the rack. He circled the racks a few times and came back with a dress that left her speechless. The body was black with a V-neck and a diagonal cut at the hip, with four white buttons on the left. The sleeves from elbow to wrist, a patch on the chest and the two-layered ruffled skirt were made of a white, red and black plaid fabric. It had enough plaid to fit her style and not too much to put Peter off. It was modern, casual, discreet (maybe in the future she would try something flashier, but not at the moment), she loved it. She looked at the label and it was just her size, which was surprising because she hadn't told him.

She went into the dressing room and when she came out, Peter was sitting there, like in one of those movie scenes where women tried on dress after dress and came out to show it off like it was a runway (they made it look super fun, but it was exhausting to try on clothes). Peter looked at her with an expression that made her blush. His eyes almost seemed to glow.

“Beautiful...” he murmured.

The blush on her cheeks became brighter, and she hurried back to the dressing room. Had Peter looked at her like this before? Was it because of her new body? Or did she realize it now because she was more aware of her body? Stiles would have to ask him directly if she wanted to find out, but she was not yet ready for the answer.

The total price was too much, but Peter didn't even blink, and Stiles didn't bother to say anything because the wolf wouldn't listen.

“Um, the entrance is on the other side,” she informed him as Peter headed in the opposite direction.

“Hairdresser first. That hair shouldn't be in a ponytail.”

Stiles frowned and touched her head wondering what he meant.

When the hairdresser asked her what she wanted, Stiles went blank.

“Just fix it,” Peter replied instead and turned to Stiles. “You'll have time to do whatever you want, but at least it has to be fixed. That guy doesn't know anything about haircuts.” He was talking about the nogitsune.

Stiles smiled and nodded.

The stylist offered to do her eyebrows and do some makeup, and Stiles agreed. Maybe she shouldn't say it herself, but the result looked pretty good. The hair with more volume still with her somewhat disheveled style, the eyeliner and some gloss on the lips. She looked at herself in the mirror and liked what she saw. For the first time she really liked herself.

This time she saw the wolf approaching in the mirror. Peter placed a hand on her back and looked at her reflection approvingly.

“You won't need the bite to become the most popular girl in the school,” he whispered almost in her ear.

This time she not only felt it but saw the blush blossom on her cheeks in the mirror. She snorted and turned around, she didn't want to keep seeing that silly expression she made with Peter around.

“I'm not unpopular because of my looks, I'm unpopular because of my personality, and that hasn't changed.”

Peter shrugged.

“Their loss.”

Stiles didn't know exactly what was that alleged loss, but she appreciated the encouragement.

She drove back to the loft and really meant to leave Peter there and go home, but she couldn't. She didn't know if her father would be there, she couldn't see him yet. What could she tell him? How was she going to explain this to him? What would he think of her? What would the others think? How was she going to tell them? What if they thought it was just a curse? What if they wanted to “help” her undo it?

“Stiles,” Peter called out to her, and it might not be the first time. Stiles lifted her head and stopped holding the wheel as if her life depended on it. “Do you want to go up?”

Stiles nodded. The wolf must have smelled her panic. She would be stinking at that time.

She took a deep breath and when his breathing returned to a more or less normal rhythm, she got out of the jeep. Peter took the bags (it was not an area to leave anything in the car) and accompanied her. When Stiles opened the loft door, the wolf dropped the bags and pulled out his claws, but before he could stop her, before the growl even left his lips, Stiles lunged at the figure in the middle of the loft that resembled her old appearance.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and hugged him with all her might. She was so happy that she couldn't hold back and began to cry. Her legs were shaking and Kuro held her as his lips pressed against her hair.

“Shh, I'm here, Mi-chan,” he whispered, stroking her back.

“I thought they'd killed you and then that you were trapped again,” she murmured against his shoulder without letting go of him.

“Please, they were very foolish to think that they could just trap me in a wooden box after absorbing so much magic. They really only know how to underestimate others.”

He lifted Stiles' face with one hand and gave her a tender kiss. Stiles sighed and smiled.

“I'm glad you're back. Oh.” Stiles remembered then that they weren't alone (as they were always in her mind). Peter was looking at them with his mouth parted and a shocked expression. It sure had to be weird if it had managed to surprise the wolf. “Um, Peter, this is Kuro, the nogitsune, and... well... he's not as bad as you think. There are many things that you guys don't know and many lies that Noshiko told you.”

She was doing it unconsciously, but she had placed herself between Kuro and Peter in a protective gesture. He didn't expect Peter to attack without further ado, without questions and without thinking. Others could, but not him. Still, she had already lost Kuro once and was afraid it would happen again.

Peter put his claws away and relaxed, at least on the surface. He approached with slow steps, trying not to look threatening, more for Stiles than for Kuro.

“Given Stiles' reaction, I'll say I'm glad to see you again in better circumstances,” he told Kuro with a polite smile.

“The smart boy. You have chosen well,” he told Stiles, nuzzling his cheek.

“Uh, I-I haven't...” she stammered nervously. She wasn't sure what he meant, but Kuro knew her mind better than anyone and more than once they had talked about Peter. She just hoped Kuro didn't say anything he shouldn't.

“Why are you wearing these clothes? Now you have boobs, I thought you'd want to show them off.”

“I don't want to show-. Ugh, we just came from buying clothes to... show off my new body.” It was useless to argue with someone who had been in her mind, much less Kuro.

“Great! Put it on, I want to see you,” he said almost like an excited child.

Stiles looked at him with narrowed eyes and a frown. She turned towards him a little without removing the arm that he still had around her shoulders.

“I can't just go around looking like this, people know me as a boy, they won't understand that now I'm suddenly a girl. There's no treatment that will achieve this overnight,” it sounded kind of desperate, and she felt like that. She still couldn't think of anything to explain this.

“Oh yeah, sometimes I forget,” Kuro muttered.

“What?” Stiles asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

“Human ignorance. But don't worry.” He pulled her close with his arm and gave her a long kiss. Stiles could feel the magic flow through her body. That feeling was no longer alien to her. “Done,” Kuro said with a satisfied smile when he pulled away.

“What did you do?” Stiles asked confused. She looked at her body, but she didn't see anything different, nor did she feel different.

“No one is going to question that you're a girl, for them you always have been a girl,” he answered with complete confidence. Stiles looked at Peter, but Peter shook his head. “It doesn't work with him, I figured you wouldn't mind. I can change it if you want?”

“No, no, it's fine.” She didn't care if it was Peter, he had reacted much better than she would expect from anyone.

“Then come on, it's about time for you to be yourself,” he told her.

Kuro shoved her toward the bags that were still on the floor and approached the wolf faster than Peter could react. He tried to control himself, but couldn't help the tension in his body when Kuro put an arm around his shoulders.

“And why don't you cook dinner for us in the meantime, little wolf?” Kuro asked or almost ordered him with his face very close to his, his breath brushing against his lips.

He looked like Stiles, like the old Stiles, but he didn't smell like her, he didn't speak like her, he didn't feel like her. It wasn't difficult in his mind to tell apart this Stiles from the real one.

“Kuro!” Stiles scolded him when he was about to kiss Peter.

Kuro grinned with sharp teeth without pulling away from the wolf.

“Of course, it'll be my pleasure,” replied the wolf.

It was Peter who gave him a kiss and left without letting him react. Stiles gaped looking behind the wolf and Kuro threw himself on her back, wrapping his arms around her.

“We're going to have so much fun, Mi-chan,” he whispered in her ear.

Maybe, at least Peter seemed willing.

* END? *

Ok, I may continue this fanfic, but that'd be after the one I'm working on. But I don't promise anything. Even so, I accept ideas for a future new chapter.

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Sindria's Prophet #08

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** TW/suicide of family member implied (it is marked ahead with ((text)) so you know what to skip) ~POV shift Mori~ In my old life I had spent 4 or so years as a historical reenactor for the mid 1700's through early 1800's on my weekends. My group mainly acted as pirates/privateers and sang sea shanties. We had done performances on different ships, but every time we were invited onto a period ship I couldn't make it, so I was geeking out when I saw the ship we'd be taking to Sindria. I prayed it didn't show on my face. Sure it was exciting for an other world's nerd like me to get to see a ship like this in use, but to everyone else it was a normal ship. The ship had two masts -both square rigged with a fore and aft sail at the back for better steering. Considering the reputation for the waters around Sindria I expected a bigger three mast ship for strength, but who was I to judge?

With only two masts, this ship probably only needed a crew of about nine people to allow for different shifts. It didn't look like it had room for many passengers. No doubt, Sinbad didn't expect to be bringing four extra people back with him. I was in full on research mode by the time I got on the ship, and I tired my best to not stand out or get in the way. Getting to look up at the rigging from on the deck was an experience. After everyone was settled I'd definitely make a point to look around more. I might even take one of the scrolls out and try drawing the deck of the ship since I never got around to drawing that gorgeous room in the hotel. I considered myself lucky that no one tried to talk to me until the rooms were being divided out -I had been hyperfixating so I might not have even noticed if they did.

Studying the ship could only boost me for so long. About 15 minutes before we left the port I could no longer ignore that my head was throbbing from exhaustion. This headache was undeniably becoming a migraine if it wasn't one already. I decided that sleep was the next thing on my agenda. Luckily, I made that decision around the same time the rooms were being divided out. I had figured I'd end up in the same room as Alibaba, Aladdin and Morgiana, but Alibaba was put in the same room as Ja'far and Masrur. Everyone put their bags down, and headed back on deck except me. I sat on my bed with my head in my hands as I started to let myself fully calm down. In the quiet it hit me just how much I had been using working on the scrolls as a way to avoid thinking about my guilt and lost home. I'd have to find time when no one else was in the room to work through these feelings. There was no way I could keep it bottled up until we reached Sindria. "Excuse me, Miss Mori?" Aladdin had re-entered the room and closed the door. We might not have been formally introduced but he was told who I was. "What is it?" I lifted my head to look at him, and tried to keep my expression positive. I felt the waves rising. A Magi was talking to a Prophet in private; something was bound to happen. The walls of the ship creaked, and I heard steps and the floor boards creak in the hallway. The wave got a little bigger. Silence hung in the air as the boy just stood there. Instead of trying to guess what he wanted I waited. His hands tightened around his staff. Aladdin looked nervous as he confronted me. "I know you say you've read Fate, but I don't think Fate is something written in stone. It's something that everyone makes together. It can always change." The hallway floor creaked behind the Magi again. The wave was getting bigger. Someone was definitely listening in, and there was only one King that was a chronic eavesdropper.

"I agree," I said bluntly. I wanted Sinbad to hear my answer. Ten years ago, he came to the conclusion that Fate was something already written as a way to cope with his guilt and trauma, and he thought he was 'the chosen one' for being able to read ahead through the waves, but he was wrong on both accounts. "You do?” Aladdin was surprised. It must sound weird coming from someone who read Fate. "I've read more than one Fate for this world, so I know there is no one true path." The manga, anime and OVAs were a little different after all. "And if Fate couldn't be changed then I couldn't be here." I turned so I was sitting facing him. "You see, I wasn't in any of the Fate I read. I wasn't even in this world until five days ago." The magi took a few steps towards me with wide eyes. Aladdin had felt very alone for not being from this world -now he would know he wasn't the only one. It wasn't a reveal that caused problems on its own when Aladdin explained in the original so I didn't see an issue in letting Sinbad overhear about me either- I had already implied as much the previous day. I felt the need to elaborated. "Everything I do changes the Fate I read because I wasn't here. For example, only one of the Fates I read showed the conversation where you all found out about the Kou Fleet. Remember how I yelled at Alibaba? If I didn't convince him to leave then King Sinbad would have knocked him out, and Alibaba would be kept asleep with medicine for this whole trip. Since I was there this time, I was able to change that." "Oh!" He brightened up a bit. "I much prefer things this way." "I agree. Like this it will be much easier for him to heal." I looked down at my intertwined hands. "I have no idea how this will change the Fate I read though." Aladdin hummed a question mark, but he didn't say or ask anything directly. I answered the obvious question to my words, "I can't read a Fate that I'm a part of, so now that I'm here I can't read how my actions are changing Fate. Eventually, the Fate I did read will become useless, and I have no idea if I'm changing it for the better." It was only as I said it that I remembered that Sinbad was listening. I had basically just told him that my usefulness as his Prophet would have a definite expiration date. All I had wanted was to let Aladdin know that he might not be able to rely on me for everything. I definitely wasn't thinking clearly. Aladdin cut into my thoughts. "Is that why the Rukh are so active around you? Because you weren't originally a part of the Flow of Fate?" "Probably." I didn't know what else to say. I knew I had to be making distinctive waves in the Rukh just by being here, let alone with all of my changes. "Miss Mori, where are you from?" I hummed in amusement at that. "I'm from much farther away than you or your parents-if you can believe it." I was from the same world as the person who wrote the original Fate of this world. There was no way I could tell anyone that. He was shocked again. It was written all over his face that he was questioning if I was really from a dimension farther away than Alma Torran. Aladdin gripped the flute that he always wore. "Then... Are you the person he didn't recognize?" "He?" Which 'he' -oh. I lowered my voice. "Ugo?" I put one finger over my lips and looked at the door. Sinbad has to remain ignorant about the Sacred Palace; he's too self-absorbed. Aladdin looked confused at my change in volume. He followed my gaze to the door and back then nodded. He didn't look all that surprised that I knew about Ugo. I kept my voice low. "Aladdin, let's talk more about this some other time. The walls have ears on such a small ship. And I'm exhausted." "Okay. Rest well, Miss Mori." Aladdin spoke at normal volume. I heard a scramble in the hallway, the magi left, and I put my glasses in the top of my bag for safe keeping. I could hear Aladdin through the wall. "Oh! Mr. Sinbad, Mr. Ja'far, did you want to check on Miss Mori too?” "Uh, yes. How is she doing?” Was King Sinbad's response. I could hear the nerves he was trying to

cover up. "Real smooth there, Sin." I mumbled as I finally drifted into unconsciousness. --- I was a young man of 20 some years. I had started a family. We didn't have enough money for food. I ended up taking a risky job because I knew it would pay better. ... No. I'm a six year old girl? I don't remember if I had parents, but I remember going to visit this old dog every day. ... If life was hard, and I had nothing to loose then there was no reason not to bet everything I had on one last round. How could I return to my family without money? The last time I saw my son he was three. Would he even remember me? ... Ya know, when you grow up with someone and everyone else can see your chemistry you'd think it would be obvious that we'd marry when we grew up, but she met someone else. ... I knew things were bad, but I never even considered that my neighbor was stealing from me when I was at work. Bastard stabbed me with my own kitchen knife when I caught him. --- I wasn't myself in my dreams. Every time I woke I had to ground myself and remember where and when I was. Rereading the scrolls I had made helped. Just how many Rukh had merged with me, and why? I had no connections to any of those spirits while they were alive. Was it just because ghosts like me? I wrote down every dream I had; their lives might have been over, but they were a part of me now. I was too exhausted to go on deck, and I could feel that there were still more lives inside of me that I had to get aquatinted with. When I wasn't sleeping, I was working on scrolls again since I at least had enough energy to write and draw. My breathing was getting difficult, and I was struggling with temperature regulation. I wasn't okay enough to tell if it was my body struggling with the changes in my magoi, like when Sinbad took in all the Rukh after the Fall of First Sindria, or if I was just sick. After making sure I could still use magoi manipulation I decided that it was probably the later. I mainly left that room for food, and I waited until almost everyone was done before going. I avoided talking to others too. If I was sick I needed to minimize my contact with others. Alibaba seemed to be in a similar state to me. We both found that staying near each other when around the others made them less likely to approach us with the depressing cloud that hung over us.

Those that did see me could obviously tell I was unwell. From their words it seemed like they were assuming I was just mourning -they were only half wrong. It gave me an easy excuse to leave, so I never corrected them. I did feel bad for worrying everyone. The whole situation sucked. I wanted to cry. I had been in lock down back home because of Covid-19 for 8 months as an at risk person (it's still Oct 2020 in this story). I was literally in a fantasy anime world now. I wasn't given a better immune system, but my boobs didn't need a bra anymore??? WTF?? If the current arbiter of Fate was me writing fanfiction, then they had a lot of explaining to do. ... Who was I kidding? I knew why I would write something like this. I wanted to see more stories about people like me -someone with my disabilities and life experiences- get to be someone "valued" even if they couldn't be on the front lines. My migraine wouldn't go away, and it wasn't the only part of me in pain. I think I got palpitations a few times -breathing was even worse during those episodes. If I hadn't had health problems growing up I probably would have been panicking. I knew it was stupid to not tell anyone what was going on with me. But would anyone even be able help me on a ship? Telling them would just make them worry more than they already were. Aladdin and Morgiana could tell something more was wrong with me; I couldn't fully hide from them while sleeping in the same room. They must have let the others know since they gave me some pain killers at some point. It tasted awful. I'm honestly not sure how affective it was, but it did knock me out. ((Skip to the next paragraph to avoid the trigger)) At least I was left alone most of the time. I had no choice but to sit with my thoughts about Balbadd. I grew up mourning. The blood on my hands might not be the same as losing most of my loved ones back home, but it was damn similar to when I was in high school thinking "if only one of us had answered the phone that day." The Balbadd revolt would have been much worse if I wasn't there. And even if I had said something sooner there was little that could be done to actually stop Al Thamen when they had their hands so deep in that country. Even with Sinbad there to sway Fate, Al Thamen would still find a way to spill blood. Even if I told Alibaba days in advance and he tried to talk to Cassim about it, Cassim wanted nothing to do with Sinbad, so any help that came from him would be refused. Cassim was twisted around Issnan's fingers and out for blood. I did the best I could. My actions did save some people. I'd have to take solace in that. --- I woke up to something wrapped around me, almost like I was tied down. I couldn't move my legs. I gave up trying to untangle my skirt and covers from me, and just pulled the skirt out from under the cloth belt -kicking the whole mass off like a cocoon. I had put my underwear on underneath and I still had the tunic on so I wasn't left totally uncovered. Star light shown in from the window. I had slept through another day. I couldn't remember my dream. Maybe I had finally returned to having my own dreams. The other beds in the room were occupied. My head was still swimming. I felt trapped. I needed something. I heard the waves outside, and felt the waves of Fate washing over me. Their sounds called to me. Back home I had used the sounds of waves to meditate and stim regularly. I had been hearing them all this time, but I wanted to see them. I didn't bother to slip on my flip-flops as I made my way to the door, didn't even think about grabbing my glasses until I was already on deck. It had been so dark below that I couldn't see anyway, and didn't realize I wasn't wearing them. The wave of Fate I had been following lead me farther into the space. When I hit it's end, the adrenaline that had got me that far died out. The night air hit my legs and I shivered. It was colder than it was at night in Balbadd. I thought we were heading south. Did I still have a fever? The cold reminded me that I really should have put on

my shorts or something before coming out here. The tunic just barely covered me. My vision was going grey scale. This was bad. Really bad. I recognized this feeling. I was about to pass out from not being able to breathe right. I used to have fainting spells as a kid because of my weak raspatory system and needed to carry smelling salts for a few years. The last time it happened was about five years ago -I had been really sick. My head was throbbing; my heart was pounding. Guess I was sicker than I thought. I needed to focus on breathing and getting to the ground. I stumbled to the bowsprit (the pole that sticks out the front of the ship) as support. I needed to get to the ground safely before I collapsed. I'd gotten a concussion once because I didn't get down before the black out hit. A wave crashed into me from behind. If I hadn't been putting all my weight on that wooden shaft I would have been pushed over even though it wasn't a physical wave. What in the world was behind me that would cause such a wave? I removed one arm to look back as my knees started to give out. There was definitely someone there. Their color balance didn't match anything I could remember, but they were really familiar. Without my glasses I couldn't really tell anything -especially since everything was becoming different shades of black. And I already had bad night vision. The light was fading. Shapes were getting harder to discern. Even though I was breathing deeper I hadn't managed to counter the fainting spell. I was going down. I definitely fell, but it didn't feel like I fell for long enough to hit the ground. The feeling across my back was really familiar. Someone had caught me.

Sometimes I was able to stay conscious when I fainted. It was kinda like ending up in sleep paralysis but with a -20 to all sensory inputs. Seemed like this was one of those times. I couldn't hear what they were saying or see them. It was like my head was deep under water. There was a pressure on my forehead. Were they checking my temperature? When someone faints you're supposed to lay them on the ground and position them so they can breath easier. This person didn't take first aid classes or forgot or something because I was being lifted upwards instead of laid down. It was really warm and comfy though. I liked this feeling. What was it? Safe? Was that it? I hadn't felt actually safe in a long time. I certainly didn't feel safe in that house back home even after everything was over. Maybe it was the feeling of warmth and safety. Maybe it was the way the waves were moving. Maybe it was the numbness that comes with blacking out. But whatever it was had stopped the pain. With the pain gone I calmed the rest of the way. I felt my spine straighten out onto a soft surface. The warmth faded even though something was now covering my legs. I was in a bed. The cold was back without a source of warmth to leech from. I definitely had a fever if I was this cold. Damnit. I grew up with all sorts of chronic health conditions and have always gotten sick easily. Even though I was now in an anime world, I was still me. Was I going to die in this world from some common illness that was already cured back home? We might not have had a lot of money back home but I was lucky enough to get a job with usable health insurance that let me work from home during a pandemic. I could at least get medicine every time I got a normal illness. I was finally able to afford to get and keep an inhaler. Not that any of that was of use to me now. My motor functions were returning. I rolled to the side and curled into the fetal position. I had lost everything. No home. No friends or family. Who would want to look after a stranger with nothing to give back? I was doing what I could to seem worthy of the main cast, but how long would that last? The story would reach its end in five years. What would I do after that? What was the point of all of the savings I had managed to make back home if I was going to be Isekaied? I had been the main bread winner and now my family couldn't even use my savings because I hadn't left a body behind as proof that I had died. All of the thoughts and feelings I was still running from were flooding through me. I couldn't even distract myself with writing scrolls or anything. This was probably for the best. Pushing things away for much longer would be unhealthy. And if I couldn't let myself feel miserable when I was sick and alone, then when could I? I let the tears fall. I hadn't been a loud crier since I was a kid, so I was caught off guard when I could hear my own sobs. I didn't have it in me to hide any more. The bed I was on creaked but I hadn't moved. There was a new weight on the mattress.

I wasn't alone.

The concept that someone was checking on me hurt harder. I didn't grow up in a healthy environment, so now feel immense guilt when someone shows me genuine kindness. But I am also aware and recovered enough to know I deserve kindness, so the guilt always paired with an equal amount or more of relief. I felt a hand stroke my hair. They wanted to comfort me. And I wanted comfort. The waves washing over me encouraged me seek out more. I used what little strength I had to pull myself against them. Having undeniable proof that I wasn't alone and that someone cares was overwhelming. The relief made me cry harder. I'd have to thank them later. But for the time being I'd pour out as much emotion as they'd let me.

#sindria's prophet #magi prophet fanfic #king sinbad #magi sinbad #sinbad magi #sinbad x oc #sinbadxoc

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mydearesthrry · 4 years

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noooo! - p.p.

prompt 12 from fluff : “Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

prompt 3 from fluff: “Have you seen my hoodie?” “Noo.” “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”

warnings: nothing really, just swearing and lots of fluff

side note; also, sorry about all the pet names? there's so many and it starts to get repetitive :(

y/i/n - your initials

a flurry of clothes was thrown around the room as you paced around your room quickly, rummaging through your drawers trying to find something to wear.

"FUCK!" you loudly exclaimed, stubbing your toe on your bedframe. you fell over with a loud thud, and crawled over to your pants drawer.

"you okay honey?" your mom shouted from the kitchen downstairs.

"yeah mom! just hurt myself, sorry!" you yelled back, looking for a pair of black ripped jeans.

"bingo." you said to yourself, seeing a white hoodie with a small black spider embroidered on the left breast area of it. it was pretty cold that day, so you decided to throw on a north face jacket over it. you zipped it up and quickly ran down the stairs, grabbing two waffles, kissed your mom on the cheek. you ran down all the way to the subway, all ready being late.

"FUCK!" you yelled again for the second time that morning, almost losing your balance and slipping.

you met peter on the subway, and sighed in relief, the sight of him already making you feel better. he looked up from his phone and saw you, smiling brightly, and sticking out his arms for you to come into.

"hi angel!" he said to you, squeezing you tightly.

"hi baby boy. i missed you so much." you murmured, breathing in his sweet scent. you looked up, kissing him softly on his lips. you burrowed yourself back into his neck afterwards.

"missed you too, babe. you got anything special happening today?" he let go of you, but grabbing your hand.

"mm, not really, jus' have to study for this stupid test. you can come over, if you want. if you don't wanna, s' okay."

"of course i'll come over! i get to spend more time with my favorite girl."

his comment made you blush profusely, and you hid your face in his chest, and he laughed, fluffing your hair. you two soon arrived to school, and went your separate ways.

"sup mj, where've you been? missed you" you said, a big smile on your face, as you saw your best friend again for the first time in 2 weeks.

"shit, sorry, i didn't get to tell you, i went with my mom to portugal for two weeks. and in fact, i got you something!" she exclaimed, reaching into her bag to grab you something. she pulled out a small little mug with the initials 'p.p. - y/i/n - n.l. - m.j.' written on the inside of the cup.

"mj, i- i don't know what to say,, t-thank you." you reached over the desk and hugged her and she replied with a "you're welcome, dork.". the period ended within a blink of an eye, and next you had science with peter.

you met up with peter while you were on your way to your locker, seeing him there already. you giggled slightly, planning your go up to him to scare him. you creeped up behind him and shouted "BOO!" and hurled over in laughter seeing how much he flinched.

"babyyyyyyy," he said with a pout on his lips. "that wasn't funny!"

"okay, okay, i'm sorry! i saw the opportunity and took it!" you said, running your fingers through his hair to make him feel better.

"i guess it's okay. but you owe me!" he said, tickling your sides. you both walked to class hand in hand and took your respective seats next to eachother.

you placed your phone on your desk along with your books and binders. you saw peter glance over at your phone, and you thought nothing of it, shrugging your shoulders and grabbing more things out of your backpack.

"umm y/n/n? am i your lockscreen?" he asked, looking up at you skeptically.

"noooo! y-you weren't supposed to see that!" you said nervously, snatching your phone and putting it in your jean pocket.

"i don't mind angel, it's cute. own up to it." he said, pulling his phone out of his pocket and showing you his lockscreen. it was a picture of you and him from the science trip the class went on, you two attached at the hip, and giving eachother the goofiest smiles imaginable. luckily, betty was able to catch the sight with her phone, taking an amazing photo of you and peter which grew to be his favorite. you could feel the heat rush to your cheeks, and you quickly turned around in your seat.

as soon as you knew it, all of your classes were done, and it was now time to go home. you went to your locker and put everything you needed to in it. you could hear the loud chatter of peter and ned coming towards you, so you closed your locker and faced the direction of the two.

"hey boys." you greeted them, nodding at mj who was behind them. she nodded back to you, looking back to read her book.

"hey, y/n! peter and i were just talking about the new movie that's coming out soon, you know? about the aliens?" he waved his arms around his head, asking you as if you obviously knew what he was talking about. you looked over at peter who gave you a look that said 'just say yes', so you looked back at ned, nodding your head yes.

"cool! does that mean you'll come with me and peter to go see it?" oh gosh. i mean, it's not that you didn't like going to movies with them, but when you've been doing it for so long, it started to get.. boring.

"uhhhhhh, sorry ned, i actually cant, i have to go uh- walk my neighbors dog?" you said questioningly, and after seeing the look on peters face, you quickly yelled a goodbye and ran to the exit.

*:･ﾟtime skip *:･ﾟ

you got back to your house and immediately ran up the stairs. you grabbed everything you needed for your study session, grabbed your led light remote and set the color to a bright yellow, and began working. you turned on some music, and as you were humming to the tune, a loud tap startled you. you looked over to your window, and saw the famous vigilante at the edge of your fire escape. you ran over to it, and unlocked it.

"hi princess." he grunted and jumped into your room.

"hi my love, how was patrolling?" you asked, pulling his mask off his face to give him a soft peck.

"eh, fine. let's get to studying!" he studied your figure, and saw a hoodie that he swore looked like his. he scanned his mind, wondering if he knew where it was, and came to the realization that he didn't.

"hey, y/n, i've been looking for a hoodie that looks exactly like yours. have you seen it?" he asked, not noticing how wide your eyes got.

"wh- what? nooooooo!" you said very unconvincingly.

"you're wearing it, aren't you?" he said, connecting the dots together.

"okay, yes! but only because it smells like you and i like your hoodies more than mine." you whined like a child as you pulled the hood of his hoodie over your head.

"don't stress about it, baby. you look cute in it." he grinned, pulling the drawstrings of the white hoodie towards him, closing the gap between your lips.

#tom holland icons #tom holland fanfic #tom holland imagine #tom holland series #tom holland imagines #mob!tom imagines #mob!tom holland #tom holland fluff #peter parker fluff #peter parker #peter parker angst #peter parker x reader #tom holland smut #tom holland

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bumblesimagines · 4 years

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Dirty Laundry

Request: Yes or No

That lipstick on your collar, well, it ain't my shade of pink

And I can tell by the smell of that perfume, it's like forty dollars too cheap

And there's a little wine stain on the pocket of your white cotton thread

Well, you drink beer and whiskey, boy, and you know I don't drink red

You woke up with a soft yawn, morning rays making you cringe. You sat up, sighing. Gael had left early to have breakfast with Jazmin. You wished he invited you more often when he went to hang with her but you weren't gonna interrupt their sibling bonding time. You stood, glancing at your guitar as you grabbed some staff and headed downstairs to use the bathroom. Once you returned, you changed and grabbed the laundry basket. A frown appeared on your face when you noticed some stainings on a white button up that belonged to Gael. You placed the basket on the bed, picking up the shirt.

"Look at that." You chuckled, looking over the wine stain and lipstick mark. You lifted it up, taking a quick smell. You could still smell cheap perfume. Gael wasn't an avid wine drinker and you didn't drink red wine.

Found it over in the corner

Wadded up on the bedroom floor

You shoulda hid it in the closet

You shoulda burned it, you shoulda lost it

Gael usually wasn't that dumb. Or at least you thought. You tossed the shirt into the basket and left it on the bed once you had snapped a picture of it, arms crossing. You had evidence but you needed more. Plus witnesses. You were surprisingly calm. It was half expected. Gael wasn't really the loyal type and had a wandering eye. You headed downstairs, going towards Malika's room. You could only really trust her. She was honest. Mariana and Sumi gossiped, Davia was shady, Dennis couldn't give two shits, Alice was Alice, Callie liked to lie. You knocked on the door, hearing a 'come in!' and entering.

Now I'ma have to hang you out to dry, dry, dry

Clothespin all your secrets to the line, line, line

Leave 'em blowing in the wind, just say goodbye to you

Malika gave you a grin.

"Hey, how you been?" She asked. Her friends chimed in with soft smiles and 'heys'.

"Fantastic. Can we talk?" You asked. Malika glanced at her friends, going to stand.

"No, no. It's fine. You two were there at the party a few days ago, right?" You asked. They nodded.

"Great. You know Gael?"

"The hot artist?" One asked. You nodded.

"Yeah, we know him."

"Cool.. Was he with someone?" You tilted your head. Malika slowly realized where you were going.

"Oh, shit." She mumbled, pinching the bridge of her nose. Her friends glanced at her.

"Yeah, he and that lawyer girl were dry humping in the middle of the crowd." One answered, nodding.

"Lawyer girl, huh?" You bit your bottom lip, eyes going to Malika who confirmed it with a nod.

"He's my 'boyfriend', just in case you were curious." You licked your lips. The girls gasped and looked at each other while Malika sighed. You turned and headed to Callie's loft, hearing the girls scrambling to get up and follow.

All those midnights sneaking in

I'm late again, oh, I'm so sorry

All the Ajax in the world ain't gonna clean your dirty laundry

You hadn't attended the party, despite it being at the Coterie. You weren't much of a party person so you stayed in bed. Gael spent most of the night downstairs until he entered the loft at around four in the morning, mumblings things as he changed and climbed into bed. It was irritating. If he wanted to go back to her, he could've told you so he wouldn't have wasted your time with him.

If the neighbors get to asking, I won't cover nothin' up

I'll tell 'em every little detail, how you drug me through the mud

You entered the room, looking at Mariana. She blinked, surprised.

"Uhm, what's up?" She asked. You entered the room, looking over at Callie's side. Callie knew about you two. You noticed the lingering stares, the soft sighs, the awkwardness when you spoke to her.

"Does Callie wear perfume?"

"Yeah, pretty sure." Mariana asked, standing and walking to Callie's side of the room. She went through some stuff before taking out a pink bottle and walking back to you. You sprayed it on your wrist and smelled it.

"Yeah, okay." You took a picture before handing it back to her. "Tell your sister that if she wanted Gael, she could've asked."

"What?" Mariana's brows rose. "She's fucking Gael again?"

"Seems like it." You turned and walked past Malika and her friends. You headed back upstairs, looking around the room. You weren't gonna fuck with Gael's art, that would be stooping too low. You opened the closet, grabbing your things and packing them up. Once you had everything that was yours packed, you grabbed Gael's clothes and threw them on the ground. You grabbed two small paint bottles, opening them and squeezing them so the paint got all over his clothes. You decided to add the dirty clothes in as well, also covering them in paint.

I'm gonna string up your old button-down and slide it on the porch

Just in case you get the nerve to come knockin' on my door

Luckily, you didn't live with Gael. You had your own place. Once you were done with your art project, you grabbed your guitar and things before leaving the loft. You headed out, getting an uber to your apartment. You thanked the driver and headed inside, going to your place. You'd ask Malika to tell you Gael's reaction.

Yeah, I'ma have to hang you out to dry, dry, dry

Clothespin all your secrets to the line, line, line

Leave 'em blowing in the wind, just say goodbye to you

All those midnights sneaking in

"I'm late again, oh, I'm so sorry"

All the Ajax in the world ain't gonna clean your dirty laundry

A few hours later, your phone blew up with calls and texts from Gael. He was pissed and confused. You simply sent back the two pictures and added that he should talk to Malika and Mariana. Immediately, the texts shifted from mad to apologetic. You didn't believe his excuses. Gael didn't get drunk easily and was usually able to sober up in some minutes to an hour. If he had actually been too drunk to realize but remembered it enough to apologize and plead with you, he could've told you that morning when he woke up with a headache and kissed you on the cheek.

Found it over in the corner

Wadded up on the bedroom floor

You shoulda hid it in the closet

You shoulda burned it, you shoulda lost it

A part of you had wondered if Gael had left the shirt there and exposed on purpose but it didn't seem like it. The calls and texts seemed too rushed and sincere. You knew the moment Callie got home, the tenants would dislike her even more. Most of the girls, including her sister, talked shit about her behind her back. Gael would probably pick an argument with her that would reveal everything to the others who didn't know. You almost felt bad for her. You weren't very liked yourself. You were blunt and got straight to the point. You wondered if that had anything to do with Gael going off to Callie.

Now I'ma have to hang you out to dry, dry, dry

Clothespin all your secrets to the line, line, line

Leave 'em blowing in the wind, just say goodbye to you

It didn't matter. Gael wasn't a big part of your life. You two had only dated for a few months and you weren't friends with anyone from the Coterie. You didn't plan on visiting or keeping in touch with anyone so you simply blocked his number and blocked the rest of his social media after sending a single, sweet text.

'We're done.'

All those midnights sneaking in

"I'm late again, oh, I'm so sorry"

All the Ajax in the world ain't gonna clean your dirty laundry

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spencers-dria · 3 years

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The First of Many

Someone To Stay Ch. 10

Spencer Reid x fem reader

Content Warnings: *Mentions of alcohol/drinking

Y/N POV:

You roll over in bed to glance at your phone to see it's 11 AM. It feels nice to sleep in with no alarm. After putting on your glasses and slippers and finally dragging yourself out of bed, you stroll into the kitchen and pour a bowl of fruity pebbles. You put a music playlist on the TV to play in the background.

It has been almost a week since your talk with Spencer. As much as it hurt you to see him broken in that way, you felt honored that he trusts you enough to share that part of his life with you. Talking about trauma is never easy. You should know.

You think over some of the things you said to him. Spencer's entire job involves profiling people and reading every tone, every bit of body language. You are sure that he most likely noticed changes in you as you spoke about coping with trauma, but you're grateful he hadn't felt the need to prod you with questions. He had become your best friend here, but you aren't sure you're quite ready to bare the darkest parts of your soul to him.

Suddenly you hear a knock at your door, not caring if a neighbor or maintenance worker sees you in your pajamas, you stroll towards the door and swing it open. You rub your eyes under your glasses to make sure you're seeing correctly. Spencer is standing in your doorway, a sheepish smile on his face.

"Y/N I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up! I just assumed since it was 11..."

You wave, brushing off his comments. "Its fine, really. I actually wasn't asleep. I was eating a late breakfast though." You suddenly become very self-conscious, and its not just because you're in your pajamas. Spencer had seen you that way on the trip. You realize as you stand in your doorway that you're wearing a tank and tight fitting PJ shorts and your bear paw slippers. Your hair is a giant mess. You have no makeup on, which you usually relied on to conceal your less than perfect skin. You never really outgrew acne, even in your twenties. You were also in your glasses. Basically, you felt like a hot mess, somewhat like Princess Anna waking up on coronation day. Even though your movie nights had been casual, you always tried to be at least somewhat put together without looking like you tried too hard.

"Umm come in" You step aside as you cross your arms over your chest, your gaze staying on your feet.

"Sorry you had to see me like this. I thought maybe it was just apartment maintenance. I can go change real quick..."

A look of genuine confusion spreads across his features. "I don't understand. See you like what?"

You gesture to your entire body. "Like...this! I'm a complete mess, Spence." You try to keep your face down to conceal the redness growing on your cheeks.

Spencer shakes his head before letting out a small chuckle. You glance up, confused as to what about this he could possibly find funny. He better not be laughing at you, seeing as you are embarrassed enough as it is.

He shakes his head, smiling. "Silly girl."

Spencer reaches down and brushes a piece of hair behind your ear. "You always look pretty."

The voice of Mama Cass singing Dream a Little Dream of Me fills the air between the two of you. There's so much tension and you don't know where it came from. Usually you're really comfortable with Spencer. But you definitely feel butterflies in your stomach as the two of you lock eyes.

You definitely can't hide the blush heating up your face now. It seems like he is just now processing what he's said and done because his eyes widen as you see his face turn red as well. He lets out a cough, breaking eye contact and staring down at his shoes as he begins to fiddle with his hands. Your gaze lingers on his hands for just a moment before you turn on your heel and head back towards the kitchen table to finish your cereal.

Spencer follows you, hesitantly, leaning against the kitchen counter. There are a few moments of silence before he finally says "I was at a coffee shop just one block over. I had something to ask you so I thought I'd just stop by."

"Like I said before, you are always welcome Spencer. So what is your question?"

"It's probably stupid. You are more than welcome to say no. I probably would if I were you."

You laugh and roll your eyes. "Wow you're really selling me on this, keep going."

"Well... the team they uh, well sometimes they go out for drinks. If I don't go along they never let me hear the end of it. I usually end up sitting b-by myself while they all head to the dance floor. I j-just thought...I thought maybe you might..."

Spencer looks up, surprised to see you smiling and nodding enthusiastically.

"I'd love to. It's been a couple weeks since I've seen everyone. And honestly I could use a few drinks myself."

A toothy grin slowly grows on his face as he bites down on his bottom lip. He does this all the time but for some reason, today, you find your eyes staring at his lips a little too long after he's done this. Wow, he has really nice lips. Like reallyyy nice lips. How had you never noticed? I wonder if he's ever kissed anyone. He's in his thirties, surely he has. But he hasn't really spoken about past relationships. Then again neither had you.

You accidentally held your gaze on him while completely losing yourself in this train of thought. You are brought back to the present by Spencer calling your name. Your eyes quickly dart up to meet his as you realize just how far down the rabbit hole you had allowed your mind to go. You shake your head quickly, pushing these thoughts far away. It's hard enough to find a really great friend who will stick around that you can trust. You had no intention of screwing that up any time soon.

"Sorry! I'm really tired. I guess I just kind of zoned out there for a second." You quickly explain before returning to eating your bowl of cereal.

"Well I guess I should get going...I'll see you tonight?" Spencer starts to head toward the door.

"Wait! Why are you leaving?"

"Oh well I just though, well...I don't know. Are you saying you want to hang out?"

"You're my best friend here Spencer, of course I want to hang out!"

Before long the two of you had the Goblet of Fire ready to go on the TV with an array of snacks strewn across the coffee table. You noticed Spencer didn't sit on the far end of the couch this time. Instead, he sat almost on the middle. You decide to sit next to him, looking at him to make sure he's okay with it. He only gives you a smile, seemingly okay with this new arrangement.

By halfway through the movie, you had somehow ended up sharing one of your large fuzzy blankets and you had scooted close enough together that your head was on his shoulder. He hadn't said anything but you were fairly certain his breathing had changed as you'd done it.

The two of you had never been very touchy so you're not sure what had brought out this side of you today. Your thoughts start to wander again. Maybe it was the compliment he'd given you earlier. Spencer had never called you pretty, but hearing him say it gave you all kinds of nerves. You hadn't really thought about Spencer in that way. It's been years since you'd had a crush on anyone. You've forgotten what that even feels like. Surely that's not what this was. The two of you were just close. It's not like he'd ever be interested. He was a literal genius, an FBI agent, not to mention he was gorgeous. He could have any woman he wanted. Why are you even thinking about this! You don't like Spencer. Geez Y/N, get it together.

After the movie ends, you sit up and look at Spencer. "Do you need time to go home and get ready or will you be ready to leave from here?"

"Oh, I think I'm ready. I can leave and come back if you like?"

"That's silly. You can just wait here while I get ready, unless you have somewhere better to be" you jokingly raise your eyebrows and shove his shoulder. He fakes like he's been hurt, causing you to giggle. Ugh, why are you giggling? You sound like a lovesick schoolgirl.

You quickly stand up and head towards your bedroom before turning around to Spencer. "You are more than welcome to and food and drinks you find, and you can look through and find something on the TV if you'd like."

You take a quick shower and throw on a robe while you fix your hair and make up. You pull out a curling rod. You had a balayage done to your hair earlier that year, so curls really did look best, making the dark to blonde even more blended. As you look through your closet, you decide to pick an outfit that will give you a bit of a confidence boost. You pull on a spaghetti strap snug fitting maroon, velvet dress. It's a little lower cut than you usually wear, but it comes almost to your knees, keeping you from feeling like you've exposed too much skin. The back dipped fairly low, with the top half of your back covered in a piece of lace. After slipping into some strappy black sandals, you look in the mirror and admire the way it accentuates your curves. You'd been blessed with more booty than chest, so luckily you don't have to worry about showing an inappropriate amount of cleavage around Spencer's coworkers. Your legs also looked even more long and slender than usual. Yep, this was the perfect outfit.

You check your makeup in the mirror once more. Dark lipstick with smoky eye shadow and long lashes. You did this for yourself. You liked being able to feel a little bit sexy every once in awhile. You weren't dressing for anyone else. That is what you keep repeating in your head, and you will keep doing that until you believe it.

You take a deep breath to calm your nerves before stepping into the living room. Spencer is lying on the couch, reading through the book from your coffee table: Edgar Allen Poe's Complete Works. He's so entranced in the book, he doesn't notice you enter the room. Once he hears the clack of your heels across the floor he finally glances up and does a double take. Eyes wide, he opens his mouth to speak but just shuts it again. You can't help but think this was the reaction you had hoped for. Why were you dressing to impress Spencer? Maybe it's because he thought you were pretty when you were at your worst. You wondered what he would think when you put on your best. Based on the growing redness spreading from his face and down his neck, it's fair to say he liked what he saw. You could have sworn you hear him whisper a "wow" under his breath.

"I feel like I'm underdressed now." He finally speaks up.

"You look fine Spencer!"

"Fine? Fine can't compare with...with this!" He gestures to all of you.

You decide to play dumb. "I don't know what you're talking about. I just threw on a dress I thought would fit in with the atmosphere" You shrug. You want to tell him he looks more than fine. That he always looks fantastic, but you decide to keep this to yourself.

"There's nothing wrong with the way you're dressed, but if it bothers you that much I can help." You step forward and look him up and down, trying to figure out the best way to do this.

"You clearly know what you're doing," he laughs. "Go ahead."

"Ok first take off the sweater vest."

Spencer removes his black velvet-like blazer in order to remove a grey, patterned sweater vest. He's left in a dark purple button down with a matching tie, black slacks, and dress shoes.

You step closer and reach out to touch his tie, hesitating for a moment.

"May I?"

He nods for you to go ahead. You remove the tie and undo the top two buttons on his shirt. You then grab his blazer and help him to slip back into it. Lastly, you move your hand up to ruffle his hair a bit. You step back to take in the whole look.

"Well?" he asks.

You roll your tongue to the side of your mouth, biting on it as you try, very poorly, to hold back a smirk. You're impressed with your finished result.

He looks...hot. NO! Stop...nope. We're not going there. He's your best friend. That's all.

He must have noticed the way you've been eyeing him and the look on your face, because he is slowly turning a deep shade of red.

"See for yourself" you say as you lead him over toward a mirror.

After looking over his new appearance, he smiles. You can tell he feels confident like this. Confident Spencer is something you wish you saw more of. You're glad you could help him to see that he can be attractive. You wish he knew that he always has been.

"Come on pretty boy" you say, imitating Derek as you lead the two of you downstairs.

Luckily the bar is well within walking distance from your apartment. When you open the door to step outside the cool night air hits your skin, causing you to shiver a bit. You immediately feel a soft warmth enveloping your arms and shoulders. You look up to see Spencer wrapping his blazer around you. If any other guy had done this, you would certainly make assumptions, but Spencer was such a kind-hearted guy, you know he's only trying to be a gentleman. You give him a quick smile of appreciation as the two of you start to make your way to the bar.

When you finally walk through the doors, you make your way to a corner booth where you see some of Spencer's team...or your friends? You suppose they've really become your friends here. After greeting Penelope, Derek, and JJ each with a hug, you and Spencer walk up to the bar together to order drinks. Spencer orders water, which doesn't surprise you, but you've already decided that he needs a little help letting loose.

"Would you let me pick out a drink for you?" you ask, giving him your sweetest puppy dog eyes before he has a chance to shoot down the offer.

He sighs as though annoyed but his smile says other wise. "Fine, but go easy on me please."

"Two rum and cokes please, and make mine a double."

The two of you make your way back over to the rest of the group with your drinks. You listen to the four of them chat about some recent cases they've worked on. The topics don't bother you much, as you've always found that line of work intriguing. Since you're mostly listening, you finish your drink fairly quickly before Penelope speaks up.

"Enough work talk! I came to dance. Who's with me?"

Finishing your final sip, you slam the glass down on the table. You stand up to join her. "I'm in!"

JJ stands as well. "Alright, lets go, ladies!"

You hand Spencer back his blazer and look to him and Derek, waiting to see if they'll join.

"I'm feeling a little sore after that take down the other day. Maybe I'll join when I'm s a few more drinks in," Derek says.

"I'm okay for now." Spencer sees your hesitation when you realize he wont be joining. "Its okay though! Go and have fun." He gives a smile to let you know that he'll be fine. "Plus I have Morgan here to talk to for now."

"That's right, pretty boy!" Derek laughs as he throws his arm around Spencer, messing with his hair.

You laugh at the two as you turn to join the girls on the dance floor. You're grateful that those two have one another. Spencer is an only child and Derek seems to act in a big brother role. You know that it's good for him.

As you make your way to JJ and Penelope, the DJ is playing Now or Never by Tritonal. You are so grateful for a place that has good taste in music. EDM is just another one of many genres you enjoy. You and the girls are belting out the words together: "I'd rather have one night, than nothing foreveeerrr!"

As the beat builds you pick up your pace on the dance floor, giggling and dancing around with your friends. The beat finally drops and you're jumping and letting loose. You haven't had this much fun in a long time. Towards the end of the song, your gaze lands on Spencer. You notice Derek has left him to flirt with a girl over by the bar. He brought you along so he wouldn't be alone, and here you had left him. You make your way over to sit next to him after ordering two shots. You sit down next to him and slide his over towards him. He catches it as he raises his eyebrows at you.

"C'mon, you're gonna dance with us! I figure it will probably help if you drink to loosen up a bit first."

Spencer stares down at the shot in front of him, clearly questioning whether or not he should go along with this.

"You don't really have to, Spence. But I thought I'd at least try. I don't want you to have to be all alone over here. And I think you might actually have fun, if you gave it a chance. Plus, I can't dance at all! So you'll be fine as long as you stick with me."

This causes him to chuckle. He looks up at you. "Thanks, Y/N. I do appreciate it. I think everyone else has just kind of given up on asking me to join. But since you care enough to try I guess it's the least I can do."

"Woo! yes! Okay...bottoms up?" You look to him as the two of you clink your shots and down them in one quick motion. He seems to struggle a bit more after, since he doesn't do this often.

You hear Dirty Sexy Money comes on and your eyes light up with excitement. "Yes! This is a great song! Come on!" You grab his hand and lead him out to the dance floor.

You can tell Spencer is a bit unsure of himself still. You grab both of his hands and start to move him around, just trying to get him to loosen him. Both of you can't help but laugh. Neither of you are actually dancing well, just goofing off and having fun. Alcohol leaves you with more confidence than usual, so you're singing the song out loud, not caring who hears. You feel your confidence building even more. The problem with drinking is, you tend to get a bit flirty. This is usually directed at the nearest person, and it's usually the worst possible person. You begin to stop caring who's watching or how you're coming across. The song makes you feel sexy and you want to have fun.

Your dancing changes from silly to sexy as the chorus begins. You've got your hands in the air as you do body rolls. Your hips are swaying with the music. You're not sure how they got there, but before you know it your hands are wrapped around Spencer's neck. He looks so attractive to you right now. Your eyes stay locked on his as you sing the words of the song. You're feeling even more bold so you turn your back to him and grab his hands to place them on your sides. You shimmy down towards the ground and back up again. You feel him tighten his grip on you. You turn around to see a wide-eyed Spencer. His face is beet red and he's sweating despite not having danced much. You know that if this was bothering him, he would have walked away. The alcohol is keeping you from caring how this will affect your friendship afterwards. All you can think about is now. His words, his actions today, HE had made you feel confident and sexy. In this moment, you wanted him to know that. You're too buzzed and too busy taking in how good he looks to notice his eyes dart down to your lips, not so differently from what you had done earlier.

The thick tension in the air between you is quickly dispensed as the song changes. As Last Friday Night comes on, you pull Spencer over to the rest of the group on the dance floor, which now included Derek. The five of you end up singing and dancing around together, but you and Spencer can't help but stealing glances when the other isn't looking. Neither of you can forget what happened earlier. The other three share knowing looks.

As the night comes to a close, the group parts ways. Spencer opens the door for you as the two of you step outside to head back to your apartment. Most of the walk is made in silence. He passes his car outside your building and walks with you all the way back to your door. After unlocking it, you turn to him to say goodnight. Once again, your eyes land on his lips, one of his many wonderful features. You find yourself wishing you could kiss him, but your logic tells you this would not be a good idea at the moment. You are aware that your judgment is clouded. So instead, you pull him in for a hug. He buries his face in your shoulder as he whispers "Goodnight Y/N" next to your ear.

You rush inside and close the door before you have a chance to do anything you regret. After getting ready for bed, you are surprised to hear a small alert from your phone. It's a little late for anyone to be texting you. It's Spencer.

Spencer📱I had fun tonight. Thanks for making me try new things. :)

Y/N📱Me too! And good because I have a feeling that was a first of many haha

You fall into your bed, crawling under the covers. It feels comfier than usual, but you know it's because of how tired you are. You take in the feeling of the slick sheets against your skin and the warmth the blankets provide. You fall asleep with a smile on your face, remembering all the events of the night.

A/N: Thanks for reading this far! Y'all are awesome! Let me know what parts you like best!

Have a wonderful week loves 💖

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Blog #8: Country Roads

07/13/2021

Currently driving through roads where pro-life billboards are placed in front of graveyards… we are officially on the road back home.

Traveling fast but seeing the most we have while covering 1,500 miles and two time zones in the last week. 900 miles to go. We jumped from Portland to northern and southern Montana then all the way through to Chicago… our last stop ;(

We met some really nice people out here- the kind of people that want to take time out of their day to interact with you. People actually smile at you and mean it when they say “have a good day.”

There were a lot of experiences this week that were indescribable. All senses were at full throttle from sleeping in the heart of Portland to camping in National Parks.

Being our last stretch of the trip, it has been hard to not feel sad when we are closing such a big chapter of our life. It’s a weird feeling of being sad but also still being so excited for the next stop. I hope the excitement doesn’t end.

Who

Who is ready to rumble…

In Portland we got to meet up with Maya’s cousin, Michael and his daughter Thea. He moved out there 13 years ago and never looked back.

He was telling us he did a similar trip with his college buddies back in the day and fell in love with the city, so moved there shortly after the trip.

Sounds fun, might fuck around and move…

Batman was ready to rumble, and fumble and everything in between. While whitewater rafting in Glacier National Park, we had the pleasure of riding with Batman The Guide. Batman, because you can’t change who you are but if you can always choose Batman.

He had been living in Montana for 17 years after moving from Oregon. He had previously worked in the park as a shuttle bus driver and recently switched over to a whitewater rafting instructor.

He was a funny fucking dude; the whole crew was super hyped but he had a comedic sense that made it an entertaining day.

While on the water, we were joking around and splashing the neighboring rafts, an independent rafter said they will bomb us with beers if we splash them. One of the other people on the boat yelled back, “Are they full beers?” and they responded by launching three full miller lite beers at our raft.

At the end of our tour, Batman gave us the three beers then we dedicated those three beers to him with a funnel.

More Friends!!! Its wild how many people we got to see throughout this trip. Hitting Yellowstone National Park, we met up with Mayas friends from home: Cole, Jamie and Declan.

They were just starting their cross-country trip from Nyack, NY, hitting the Northern route to the southern, vs our trip ending in the North. Funny coincident.

We camped out with them for two nights… it was too beautiful to just stay one night, so we pushed back our trip to badlands and stayed the extra night.

We were all out at this joint called Buffalo Bar, it had a great outdoor area with corn hole, ring toss and puppiesss. There is something so fulfilling in petting random dogs with a beer in your hand.

This one dog I was petting had an exceptional owner who was traveling him across states to bring him home. I spoke with the owner for quite a while, she was so friendly about letting me pet her dog. She really was doing it all, back at home she has three kids and two other dogs.

When people hear about our travels, their reactions usually make us realize how cool it is to have the opportunity to do a trip like this.

Many times they wish they did the same when they were our age, *cough, cough, go travel right now, cough, cough.*

This woman explained how she jumped right into working out of school and has always regretted it. Her children were already teenagers so I told her she should get out there and do it. Traveling her new dog home was a great start to the on-the-go lifestyle, she seemed to be enjoying it.

I later found out she picked up our tables tab… thank you Jennifer, you have a heart of gold and a generous soul. She explained her hopes that her kids will one day get out there and see the world like she always wished, and we were accomplishing. It was a pass it forward request, when I am able to cover the bill of a lovely traveling stranger. I hope I cross paths with this family eventually and pay it forward for her children that may travel.

What

What a reality…

The National Park pass is something you buy and are given access to all the national parks in the US. We got one in the beginning of the trip knowing we would be reaching quite a few parks. Unfortunately, we lost it after just seeing the Grand canyon.

It fell in a black hole… the area where your dashboard and windshield meet. Remember this when you put shit on the dashboard. It can slide right down to its death, the only way to get the shit out is by taking off the windshield.

Those passes are irreplaceable, of course.

In badlands, we posted up around 10 p.m. in our hammocks. It was a new experience for us, we thought hey its our last time camping, lets try it a new way.

We set our hammocks up underneath this podium and slept there. It was perfect for a quick and easy set up/clean up. There was a solid amount of people around us, so we weren't too worried about getting attacked by coyotes again.

Where

When driving to Portland we drove through the Redwood National Forest. This made me realize how long this Earth has been around.

Trees take a while to grow, and these trees were as thick as three full grown pine trees and as tall as two stacked on top of each other.

Neck breaking tall.

After crossing through, we hit the upper west coast and traveled on route 101 until we hit Portland. It was filled with jaw dropping views, so much so I woke Mary and Maya up every 5 minutes to show them the views. Most times it was the same view as before, just with a new massive rock to look at.

It was a relatively foggy day, so we couldn’t see certain lookout points, but there was something so majestic about the fog within the forests and hanging on the coast.

There were points where you cross over a bridge and there was nothing around you, just white. It appeared as being stuck in a dream or driving my bitchass to heaven.

Arriving in Portland, we stayed at a place in ChinaTown. It was so cute and located on top of a great deli, Charlie’s Deli.

We checked out a bunch of shops and stores while in Portland. While we were walking around, this coffee shop had the sweetest workers. They enjoyed interacting with their customers and weren’t just looking to take your money.

Portland is filled with mockingly friendly people, they weren’t mocking anyone though, they were just that fucking friendly. They actually want to converse with people... what a concept.

For dinner we went to this food truck pod place, which is about 15 different food trucks serving food, with a communal sitting area to eat the food.

We met up with Maya’s cousin there for a drink and to catch up.

Hitting Glacier National Park, we started our camping excursion. We started off sleeping in our car since we arrived late to our campground after driving 10 hours to get there. It was pretty comfortable and with the knowledge of bear attacks in the area, it was a secure place to sleep.

While in Glacier, we decided to go whitewater rafting, a whole new way of seeing the parks. It was so dope, the rapids were on the weak side since the heat waves.

After rafting, we found a great lake front public access point where we hung our hammocks up and took a nice long nap.

There are lakes EVERYWHERE here in Montana and great fishing! Let’s travel and fish all over Montana, okay? Cool.

We waited until 5 p.m. when the park lets you in without a pass, to do a sunset hike in the park. We took Going-to-the-sun road to the highline hike, where we got to see some wild animals!

In the parking lot we got to see a horned sheep (looks like a ram) and more mountain goats!! We saw three full grown goats and one baby goat.

This horned sheep actually stormed at us and we had to jump into our car. The people that parked in the spot before us left their cheetos on the ground. This guy was hungry as fuck I guess. Relentless to say the least.

This National Park is my new favorite spot-on Earth. Spread my ashes here. Moseying through the park was a full body experience.

All your senses are involved, the smells of the forest are beyond refreshing. The touch of the crisp air brings goosebumps to your skin, and the taste of wind in your face emphasizes the overload of oxygen in that area.

There are no commercialized areas for hours outside the park. Just a fuck ton of trees.

The sounds of different birds chirping harmonizes in your ears with the wind blowing and the rocks falling below you. Your sight is spiked the highest out of the senses. These views seemed so unreal they appeared fake. When you finally touch the grounds around you, you realize how really unreal this land is.

Heading to Yellowstone the following day brought a similar element of nostalgia. We camped right outside the park, on the state border lines of Wyoming and Idaho.

Our friends we stayed with luckily still had their national park pass, so we all took our car and got into the park early that next morning. We got to see some bison! Fun Fact: Bison and Buffalos are actually the same thing.

There were so many beautiful trees and hot springs throughout the park. So many cool colors to see. We also watched Old Faithful blow her hole!!

Getting to Badlands eventually, we got a campground directly in the park. Since we got there later than five it was free. We posted up our hammocks for our last night camping on the trip ;( when we woke up, the views were so cool.

Badlands is a shit ton of clay forming giant sandcastle hills all over. But there is so much green for a desert it was an interesting combination.

When

When can we shower…

We have completed so much of the drive home its wild. We stayed in an apartment for the first two nights in Portland and then spent the rest of the week camping.

We hit our record of days without a shower… 5 full ass days. I’m so proud of Mary and Maya, they really can’t stand being dirty.

When driving long ass 10 hour plus drives for a week you find yourself enjoying nothingness. Head empty is such a vibe after jamming to music and listening to murder mystery podcasts for hours on end.

Our music ranges widely, depending on crashing periods. Whenever Mary is driving, she is either blasting screamo edm music or 2000s pop music.

Maya plays some bomb bops; I really don’t know any of the songs, but it has opened my mind to all these new artists!!

I personally love the murder mystery podcasts, there were a few times I had to change it though because it got too spooky. In the case of this week, we were driving to camp in Montana and a murder mystery came on about the Montana Child Killer… dope.

Why

I have ruled out ever living in a city. From the driving on busy ass streets to the dirty smells everywhere, I will happily reside somewhere in the country. Where? Still have no idea… Why? Because there are so many pros and cons to all these places we saw.

I guess i'll just have to come back out here!

I’m really thinking somewhere up north on the west coast. The west coast will forever hold my heart, but I really don’t have the money or the ability to live in a city out there. Maybe one day with a bombass money making job.

Coming back to the East has made me realize how much nicer people are out west and how much slower of a pace it is.

How

How are we coming up on our last spot…

We are hitting our last stop… Chicago. Shoutout to my cousin for going to school here and letting us use and abuse his apartment! Hehe just kidding we will take care of it for ya, Owen!

It feels so strange to be this close to New York. Our license plates being from New York is no longer that cool.

I’m going to miss people peeping our plates and asking us about our travels and/or wishing us luck!

Thanks everyone throughout, we are almost accomplished with this chapter!

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