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amazingphilza · 3 years

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twitchcon :: cc!multiple x reader

fluff , platonic , gender neutral ! some mcyt headcanons if you were to attend twitchcon w them

cc’s included in order: tommyinnit , tubbo , ranboo , wilbur soot , philza , technoblade

cw: kinda lengthy for the minors (i think), not as much for the hags LMAO /hj

tommyinnit

this man is so excited to be at his first twitchcon & being able to hang out with all his best friends makes it a hundred times better

when he isn’t at a panel or doing meet & greets, he’s dragging you everywhere to see the whole convention center (clingyinnit)

he is just so at awe despite this not being his first convention to attend

you’d be surprised he gets tired pretty quickly & stops over to the partner lounge

you both rest for a bit against a wall in a pretty packed hallway despite it being an exclusive area to twitch partners

every time a famous streamer walks by he will yell it out and record it then vlog your reaction, even if they’re surrounded with bodyguards & trying to get to another place quickly

he’d zoom in his camera to their face at a horrible angle and be like

“oh my god it is THE ninja. ninja famous fortnite player, HELLO.”

but he gets completely ignored

then the camera pans out to you, still really zoomed in that the capture is blurry

“ninjainnit?”

“EH?”

tommy is so confused, forgetting the bit ninja did on his twitter where he renamed himself ‘ninjainnit’ for a split second

okay tommy isn’t that athletic but he will chase you and the rest of your group down a hallway if he had to

he’d probably find a toy gun from the artist alley/seller booths and shoot you and wilbur with it

but if tommy stumbles across any of the dream team, it’s about to be minecraft manhunt but irl

and he will def play his stream music while walking or smth when he’s bored (or trying to jump dream & sapnap)

** DO DO DO DO MANHUNT MUSIC **

oh my god,, now thinking about it he’s probably the one to open like random doors of empty rooms and steal stuff while you film him

like he will take a random empty glass, a bunch of pens, a freebie t-shirt, everything he sees he takes with him and you’re just panic

“tommy we’re literally not supposed to be here, and i’m stuck here filming you. it’s surely a felony in action”

“well, it’s their fault for leaving the doors open! plus this is great content. who’s the dirty crime boy now, HM?”

you’d tell wilbur about this and he’d scold tommy and threaten him with the same pen tommy stole

tommy probably would also drag you some weird event happening outside twitchcon along with tubbo and ranboo

“pokimane is giving out free pizza to everyone if we go to this one restaurant down the street!”

“we are literally gonna get bombarded. have you forgot you’re like three of twitch’s top streamers? i’d rather pay for all of our meals than try getting free pizza from pokimane against all her other fans”

“DEAL! let’s go to five guys then!”

you unfortunately end up paying for all 3 of their meals and picking on their food instead of buying your own

even with all of them making way more money than you, they still happen to be cheapskates

OR tommy will end up getting a burrito from a taco truck, immediately making a mess of himself, then proceed to complain how messy the food is to eat despite knowing what he was getting himself into before even ordering

“shit my clothes are all ruined now!”

“well that’s your fault you got a burrito, as if it’s your first time having one”

“i mean the food is good, i’m not complaining about that but i don’t think it’s that good that it’s worth costing my red and white shirt, im just saying”

tubbo

same with tommy, he is so excited

i don’t know why but i imagine him overpacking his suitcase and you making fun of him for it

anyway tubbo has his irl backpack on and streaming EVERYTHING

probably spends a lot of time at a bunch of different booths, checking out all the pointless gadgets he could buy for his stream

you’re the one to stop him from doing so

“TUBBO IT’S LITERALLY OVER TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS, STOP. DONT GET IT.”

“WHY NOT?? IT WILL BE COOL FOR MY STREAM AND I WILL USE IT EVERYDAY”

“okay theoretically speaking, how the hell are you going to even bring it home? which—let me remind you—is across the country for you and not to mention the giant ocean separating america and the uk”

“free ship-pang!!!”

“i hate to break it to you tubbo but there is no way you can get free shipping on a FIVE FOOT PC. it’s nearly as tall as you! what are you even gonna do on it, hack the government???”

the arguments are all lighthearted but eventually you give in and let him splurge over a thousand dollars in different devices he claimed he “needed”

i could honestly see him visiting the beaches in san diego and going for a swim or even renting out a boat to use for a bit :D

also he’d bring benson along with him and taking a bunch of scenic photos with it in them

i have a feeling he’s the type to schedule a spontaneous meet & greet because he was bored & gets in trouble for causing a mob in a certain part of the convention

he’s like “oh god, i did not expect this many of the bois to show up AHAHAH oops”

tubbo would def pull a lilypichu and bring his melodica or ukulele and play themes while following random people/cosplayers

at the end of the day, you’d find his bag just stuffed with crap he either got for free or bought in the convention

“how did you get all that stuff? i was with you all day??? and it’s only the first day of the convention, hello?? it looks like you’ve been collecting as if twitchcon has went on for a week already!”

“HA i have my ways, do not underestimate my powers”

lani would probably tag along for the vacation honestly

like whenever someone comes up to her giving her gifts/asking for pics, you and tubbo would tease her about how famous she is

and i dunno but something about tubbo just gives me this amusement park energy and going to legoland and spending the whole day there since it’s near by and because he can

ranboo

he is like a beacon in a sea of people, that’s it .

i honestly just see him causing as much chaos as the other two

ranboo would probably like take someone’s camera whether if they’re streaming or if it’s for the vlog, hold it up high, and point the camera directly above someone’s face

it did not matter how tall you were and if you had platform shoes on, ranboo was a skyscraper next to you

“HAHAH this is how i see you from this height, this is funny”

then he shows you the vid of the recording of him getting like an aerial view of your face

like you see your nose and all your pores and just overall a bad angle to be captured in

“OH GOD RANBOO DELETE THAT, ITS HORRIFIC”

i dunno why but i feel like he’d jump scare every person that was cosplaying as his minecraft character from behind for some reason

“BOO!”

“ranboo i’m not even remotely dressed as your skin—”

“don’t worry i’m practicing it’s fineee”

“you’re like the height of 2 people combined, i think you will be fine as is. you even intimidated the security at the front”

i feel like if he had his own panel he’d like pull up some undertale song in the middle of it and scare all the people in the crowd

“lore but in real life”

probably would get some matching keepsake with you from artist alley/the booths!

i could imagine like a cute keychain or smth :D

i feel like he’s the type to like randomly volunteer as a participant for those mini events in a booth thinking it would be funny but regrets it the moment he’s on stage

after introductions the presenter is like “okay ranboo, you will be given a random meme prompt above your head you won’t be able to see until after and you will have to make a random face to compliment it!”

and you can just tell by his facial expression he’s just thinking

oh god what have i gotten myself into

what is this game? who came up with this idea?

you’d laugh at him the whole time, even after he’s off the stage and finished with that small fiasco

“that was horrible. never again.”

“AHAHAH IT LOOKED SO AWKWARD YOU DID GREAT”

“I CROSSED MY EYES AND PUFFED MY CHEEKS BECAUSE I COULDNT THINK OF ANY OTHER FACIAL EXPRESSION. THE PROMPT ENDING UP BEING ‘WHEN TWITTER CANCELS YOU FOR USING PLASTIC STRAWS.’ AND WHEN I SAW WHAT IT WAS—LITERALLY WHAT KIND OF GAME–”

“I GOT PICTURES AND EVERYTHING ITS PERFECT AHAHAHAH”

wilbur soot

honestly with wilbur it’s slightly more chill

he already experienced twitchcon before so he’s just glad to see his friends again after so long

insists that you explore the convention yourself rather than sticking with him the whole time but you do anyway!

wilbur would probably have like a mini concert and gets you front row seats with the rest of the group

but that doesn’t mean before it that you’re not helping him set up

“y/n please– my amp is so heavy, i can carry it”

“don’t worry! i’m strong” :D

and musically talented or not, he will probably bring you and the rest of his friends up to stage to just vibe and sing a bunch of random acoustic songs

it’s not like some big concert hall stage,, i imagine more like a casual thing w a slightly higher platform from the ground yk?

after spending a long day at the convention he’d also bring everyone across the city to la jolla or smth !

you’d all probably have dinner there and chill, watching the pretty sunset

“this place is really pretty but oh my god im gonna lose my breath hiking up this stupid hill, please slow down”

and wilbur is like ??? because he’s completely fine with his long legs and everything

“just walk faster”

“no, you walk slower”

AHAHAH and for context traversing through la jolla by walking around the town is a bit hard since it’s basically on a bunch of hills (walking up from the beach to a restaurant actually is actually sm work, trust me ive been there)

wilbur honestly doesn’t spend that much time in the actual convention center, he’s probably sightseeing a bit of san diego with you instead

but i could imagine him staying at the tabletop games area playing dnd or smth

“c’mon y/n, come join!”

“uhh i’m not sure, i’m not the best at roleplay and...”

“it’s fine don’t worry!”

he’d pull you in with him and end up enjoying yourself even if it was your first time

and if you’re of age, you’d be wilbur’s +1 at the twitch partner party and make sure mans doesn’t too drunk

if it’s not too late in the night, you two would chill at the beach after the party

it’s just a nice, calming moment after all the loud music mixed with hundreds of conversations at the party

also something about like taking polaroids pictures with wilbur just seems to go hand in hand for me

i’m not sure why but you will be taking lots of pics with wilbur for sure (not necessarily you both in the photo, but of sceneries as well while you’re together!)

philza

literally a dad on vacation with his children, it doesn’t matter how old you are

need sunscreen? surprisingly has it

want a snack? probably has a small granola bar somewhere in his bag

but same with wilbur, he’s more chill like this isn’t his first time at twitchcon

omg he’d def bring you to the artist alley and just buy a bunch of fanart and stuff tho

“oh wow look phil, someone made a giant poster of the dream smp and shit!”

“holy shit that’s so good what the fuck!”

and he’s like rushing to that artist’s stall to buy a poster or print

idk why but phil seems like the person to know where he’s going all over the convention center

he probably had a copy of the directory map but yk

you just have trouble reading it bc all the signs seem to be misleading to you

nothing really crazy screams out to me of what phil would do at twitchcon besides like go to a few events, spend a bunch of time w his friends, etc

HOWEVER i could see him wasting a lot of his time at the gaming area and testing new games that are currently on the works of being developed

like “woah y/n, this vr game is sick, you should try it out!”

ngl i feel like phil would plan a visit to disneyland for everyone, like he gets the tickets and everything but once you’re at the park it’s free reign, y’all go everywhere with not much of a plan

the minors would try to cheap out phil and pay less than the others even though everyone else fully paid phil back and everything LMAO

ok but if he’s feeling nice, phil will buy everyone cotton candy/pretzels :D

and if you’re not hungry, he’d at least get you a mickey balloon

HE WILL HAVE MATCHING MICKEY EARS WITH MUMZA YES .

ALSO STAYING FOR THE FIREWORKS THOUGH OMG

just in general, best idea phil had for taking everyone to disneyland :D

technoblade

surprisingly techno is really calm despite this being like one of his first conventions

but when he finally settles in and gets comfortable, he’s showing the same energy

if you’re playfully yelling, he will yell back

however there’s still those awkward moments that are unavoidable

idk why but something about him makes me think that if you feel tired and want to go back to your hotel room, he’d go with you just to make sure you get there safe

he probably also needs a break from being around everyone else for a moment too LMAO

i could also see him searching far and wide in the artist alley for fanart of himself AHAHAH

walking around with him in the convention consists of someone yelling “BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD” every 5 minutes but you don’t really mind

something about him makes me think he’ll be forced into playing minecraft twitch rivals along with the rest of sbi or smth

and he’s like “oh god, i’m going to be on stage? and people will see my face while i play minecraft?”

“i’m sure it will be fun!”

“i mean i like being competitive and feeding my ego, but i’m not that desperate.. well”

do i imagine techno getting easily tired of being surrounded by a bunch of people and just going back to his hotel room with phil and watching some anime with him? yes

and will you watch even if you have no idea what’s going on? also yes

i feel like after a while of you guys hanging out in techno’s room, the rest of the gang will just slowly join you guys

like eventually everyone is there; you, techno, phil, wilbur, niki, tommy, tubbo, ranboo, etc

and techno is like “wha– where did you guys come from?” because his room is basically packed

and niki could be like “oh we can go if you want!”

then techno just insists that she’s fine “but who let the child get in?” clearly implying tommy’s presence

“OI!!”

eventually techno gives in with the company and someone gets a bunch of board games to play from the front desk

lots of yelling and laughing for sure

when it becomes late at night, techno is like half conscious, you’re on your phone, wilbur is staring out the window & enjoying the night view, tommy is passed out on the couch from tiredness, tubbo & ranboo is still wide awake quietly talking, and phil & niki are helping clean up the giant mess

eventually everyone brings themselves to go back to their own room except tommy who won’t budge

you give techno a look and he immediately understands what you were thinking

he rushes to the bathroom to fill up two cups with ice cold water and handed one to you

“on three?”

“okay.. one”

“two”

“three!”

then both of you pour the water on the poor child’s face

he jolts awake and saying a string of curses

“what the fuck techno? y/n too?”

“get out” is the only think techno says that before tommy rushes out with his stuff and you leave right after

a/n: i honestly can’t wait until conventions open up again though,, phil and ranboo were talking about vidcon earlier and omg.

also i kinda want to take in tommy requests but i’m not sure??? it would be both cc! and c! x gn!reader for sure tho. i love writing him to bits but who knows, maybe i’ll only stick to my ideas,, or not. send in a tommy x reader request, might do it, might not, but he’s my fav cc if you can’t tell so! :D (i dunno if i will keep it strictly platonic, but unrequited crushes and stuff are fun to write hehe,,)

edit: let’s hope i fixed all the grammar mistakes LMAO we love writing late at night :) /s /hj

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thisbeatchachinglikemoney · 3 years

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Moonlight

Part 1 of the Boys with Luv series

Pairing: Yoongi x reader (eventual), Yoongi x BTS, dom!Yoongi x sub!Taehyung x sub!Jungkook

Summary: One night when Yoongi is out for a moonlit stroll, he finds a girl dancing in the park all alone. When he approaches her, his whole life changes forever.

Warnings: There is some mention of mental and physical abuse in this chapter, as well as some a theme of depression and mention of self-harm.

Tags:@calling-dips-on-j-hope, @fic-recs-by-moon, @luvtaeha, @aretha170, @xicanacorpse, @kookieebangtan, @fangirl125reader, @seoul9711, @channiespup, @lindsayjoy444

Part 1 | Part 2

Y/N POV:

He was drunk. Again. This time it was worse than the others though. The other times he was drunk enough that he was tired and could not stay awake long enough to actually hurt me anymore than a couple of hits poorly aimed and a handful of harmful words thrown at me. But it was enough for me to fall further into a deep, black void that seemed to have no way out. It was inescapable. I could hear him banging and shouting to himself downstairs. I was in our room, pretending to be asleep. I rarely slept when he was around, scared of what he would do to me when I was unaware.

That was why I slept while he was out during the day, and then would sneak out at night once I knew he was sleeping. I would go to a park nearby and just sit there and collect my thoughts. Sometimes I would let myself taste the sweet release that I got when I danced, but that was very rare. He banned me from dancing, saying it was like I was cheating on him by showing off my body to other people. And of course, I believed him.

I guess the only good thing was that he wasn’t my soulmate. Everything was still black and white and all the shades of grey in between for me. But I just couldn’t find the courage in myself to get help to leave him. When I was in the park, I loved to listen to BTS to help myself find the courage to get through the next day. Just enough that I would want to survive. But that didn’t stop the want to die from slipping through some cracks. Small scars littered my wrists. They all looked almost silver to me, but I knew that if I could see colour, they would be red. The colour of blood.

He laughed when he found out. Said I deserved it. Said I should do it more and maybe, just maybe, if I was lucky I would cut deep enough to end it.

I could hear his footsteps thumping up the stairs now. I gulped and nestled under the blankets, trying to even out my breathing and slow it down to give the impression I was asleep. I almost flinched when I heard the door open, but I managed to stay still.

“I know you’re awake.” He said, his voice dangerously calm. His footsteps grew louder until I could feel his breath fan over me. It stunk of cheap whisky and other alcohol. He scoffed. “Of course you’d ignore me. Stupid bitch!” He slapped me across the face, causing me to jolt forward and gasp in pain as red hot sparks shot across my face. I curled into a ball, protecting my face with my arms. “Worthless, good for nothing slut.” He pulled me off the bed and kicked me in the stomach, making me cry out in pain. I began to back away from him, pushing myself along the floor with my hands and feet as he walked towards me.

My heart was pounding in my chest, my breathing erratic. I was scared. He could kill me. He lifted his foot as if he was going to stamp on my outstretched leg, but I rolled away just in time, earning myself a kick to the side. I whimpered and stumbled to my feet. I looked around for something, anything I could use as a weapon, as something to defend myself. My eyes zeroed in on a lamp. It was a gift from my mother; a metal base that had little knots of the material jutting out from the sides. I knew it was heavy. I knew that it could possibly knock him out.

I ran over to it and picked it up, yanking the plug out of the socket. He walked closer to me, scoffing. “You think you can hurt me with that?” He chuckled. “Sweet,” He began to undo the buckle of his belt and was about to pull it from its confines when I swung at him with the lamp. It was as if the gods were looking down upon me when the metal end connected with his head, knocking him out cold.

I stared down at his unconscious body, breathing quickly. I tried to calm myself down as I grabbed my phone and shoes, quickly disabling my location services. I had to leave him. Next time, I may not be so lucky. I looked around and stuffed some clothes into a backpack, grabbed a charger and my toothbrush and ran out of the house.

I didn’t have a car. He never let me, since he was under the impression that I could get away with it. Guess he forgot I had two legs and could walk. I shivered slightly, wrapping my arms around myself in an attempt to warm me up. I was only wearing a light hoodie, not realising how cold it was.

But I’d be fine. I could just huddle up underneath some of my clothes - use them as a blanket. I didn’t have any friends I could go to - he had made me get rid of them as well. I suppose it was safer for them; he could have threatened to hurt them to get me to do anything. I looked up at the sky, seeing the moon glowing a bright white light, the beauty of it making me feel calm. The moon was full and round, the streets being illuminated by the moonlight as I made my way to the little park that was my safespace.

Yoongi POV:

“No, no, no, no!” I groaned as my computer froze, the coloured pinwheel spinning around as if to mock me. I slammed my hand down on the desk in frustration, knowing that there was a good chance that all my hours of hard work on this song would be deleted.

I pushed my chair back harshly and got up, kicking at the chair in annoyance. “Stupid thing. Can’t even work properly.” I glanced at the screen, letting a small sliver of hope through, hoping that the work had been saved and that it was still there, almost at the point of completion. My heart sunk, the screen was black. There goes eight hours or more of hard work for nothing.

I picked up my phone to check the time. It was almost midnight. There was a miriad of texts from my hyung and dongsaengs, urging me to come eat. Hobi had said he had come to get me but I clearly didn’t or wouldn’t hear him so he left. There was food for me in the fridge and Jungkook was waiting up for me. Of course he was, the boy could not sleep without knowing that everyone was in the dorm.

All seven of us were in a relationship with each other, yet we were not soulmates since it was not allowed between people of the same sex. Stupid homophobic system. But if Kookie was waiting for me, I guess I should stop working now. The boy would force himself to stay awake, which would make him grumpy the next morning. Sometimes he acts like a baby, but who can blame him? He is the maknae after all.

My phone dinged, signalling a text for Taehyung.

Tae ❤️:

Hyung, when are you coming backkkkk? The bed is empty and I’m colddddddd. Pleaseeeee hurryyyyyyyyy

I love youuuuuu

But hurryyyyyyy

I shook my head and chuckled at Taehyung’s cuteness. I decided I would not text him back, but rather call him as I collected my stuff. I clicked on his contact name and put the phone against my ear as I shut off the computer and walked out of Genius Lab, locking the door behind me.

“Hyung! When are you coming back?!” Tae asked as soon as he picked up the phone.

“Tae, baby. I am on my way, okay? I’m just a bit stressed though, so I may have to have even more cuddles.” I said. Even though I never showed it, I loved having and giving hugs to the members. But only behind closed doors. I could never do it in front of the cameras. It would ruin my bad boy persona.

“Cuddles!” Tae gasped. “Yay. Hurry, please, hyung.” He pleaded, dragging out the end of the ‘please’, making me chuckle.

“I’m just getting in the car now baby boy. I’ll be back soon. Give me five minutes.” I said as I unlocked my car and got in, throwing my stuff over to the passenger seat.

“Okay, hyung.” Tae said, smiling. I could hear it in his voice. “Oh, and hyung?”

“Yes baby?” I said as I set the phone in its holder and put it on speaker so I could start driving.

“I have a surprise for you.” He sang, giggling after. “I think you’ll like it a lot.”

“Oh, I look forward to it, baby.” I said as I reached a traffic light that was just outside the building. As I looked around, I caught a glimpse of lace stuffed by the seat. I frowned and reached over, pulling at it to get a closer look at what it was. I smiled and shook my head as I realised that it was a pair of Tae’s panties. He had obviously hidden them in here, seeing how they were strategically concealed.

Wearing lingerie was something Tae loved to do. He wore it all the time, not that any of us complained. He looked so cute, but so beautiful and breathtaking at the same time. My personal favourite was when he wore one of my oversized shirts with a pair of panties underneath, the lace framing his ass perfectly. Tae was the subbiest out of all of us, with Jimin and Jungkook a close second. Jin would sometimes sub and sometimes dom, but me, Joon and Hobi were the doms. I wondered if this is what his surprise would be.

“Oh, baby, I have something of yours.” I said.

“What is it?” Tae asked curiously. I could hear the duvet covers moving around as he shuffled on our bed. Each of us shared a room. It was me and Tae, Jimin and Hobi, and Joon, Jin and Kookie. Some nights, there would be more of us sleeping together, and some nights we would all sleep with each other. That was usually if one of us was really stressed or really upset and needed comfort from everyone. I wouldn’t need that tonight. I knew Tae would be able to cuddle away all my worries. I would be able to make it up tomorrow. I could get one of the others to help me.

“I’ll let you guess, baby. It was in my car and they are lacy.” I hinted. I heard him swallow before he took a deep breath.

“Am I in trouble?” Tae asked, his voice a lot quieter. “I’m sorry, I put them in there as a just in case, you know how you like to rip them off me.” He added quickly.

“I’m not angry at you baby boy.” I said, keeping my voice calm. “It was a nice surprise.”

“It was?” I could hear the smirk in Tae’s voice. “Then you’re going to like what I have for you here in bed... Master...”

As soon as he said this, I felt what could have been all my blood rush to my dick. “I’m almost home, baby.” I said, clearing my throat and palming myself to relieve the feeling I had. I let out quiet and breathy moan.

“Are you touching yourself, master?” Tae asked. “Are you getting your big cock nice and hard for me?”

“I want you ready for me when I get in, puppy.” I said as I pulled the car into the driveway of the apartment complex where our dorm was.

“I’ll be waiting for you, Master.” Tae said excitedly, ending the call.

I turned off the engine of the car and sat there for a few moments, trying to calm myself down slightly. I would give him a slight punishment - he knew not to leave things in the car, no matter how arousing it would be for me, and he had also teased me slightly.

I walked into the house and spied Jungkook sat on the sofa, mindlessly flicking through the channels on the TV. So, he had waited up for me. Might as well if he wants to join in the fun with me and Tae.

“Kookie, baby.” I said, walking over to squat down in front of him. As I came into his line of vision, a bunny smile formed on his face.

“Hyungie, you’re back.” Jungkook flung his arms around my neck and kissed my cheek.

“Hey, bunny.” I stroked his hair and turned my head to kiss his lips gently. “Baby, TaeTae and I are going to be having some fun in a second. Do you want to join us?”

Jungkook looked at me, his chocolate eyes sparkling. He hummed in agreement and nodded his head. “Bunny wants to help please Master and TaeTae.” He said, instantly slipping into his subspace.

“Okay, bunny.” I said, standing up with him still wrapped around my neck. He whined when I tried to push him off so I could walk upstairs. “Do you want me to carry you?” My cute little bunny nodded eagerly, so I picked him up and carried him towards mine and Tae’s bedroom. “Alright, bunny, let’s go say hi to TaeTae. Master has to punish him a bit though, first. You can go freshen up first if you want.” I suggested.

Jungkook nodded before leaning forward to kiss me. I reached down and squeezed him through his sweatpants, causing him to let out a shaky whine. “Master, please.”

“Go freshen up baby. When you’re done you can come straight in.” I said, setting him on his way with a pat to his bum.

I pushed open the door to Tae’s room and saw him kneeling on the bed. But what really took my breath away was what he was wearing. It was a lace bodysuit that had bows decorating it. I couldn’t see his ass, but I already knew that there would be nothing covering it. There were small bows fastened to the tops of his thighs, holding the bodysuit in place. To top it all off he had a collar fastened around his neck.

“Fuck, puppy. Look at you. So beautiful for me.” I said, walking over to him and tracing his lips with my finger. “I believe these belong to you.” I pulled the lace out of my pocket and tossed it at him. He caught it with one hand and smirked at me.

“Did you like your surprise, master?” He asked coyly, looking up at me. I moved my hand to hold his face in place, cupping his chin.

“I love it, puppy, but you know the rules. You don’t leave things in my car, do you?”

“No, master.” Tae looked down in shame. “‘M sorry. I just wanted it to be there as a backup.”

“Puppy, do you wanna know why I rip them off you?” I asked, kneeling down in front of him. He tilted his head at me in confusion. “Because I love the idea that you are wearing nothing beneath your clothes and that if you have one slip up, you would be exposed.” I trailed my finger down his chest and circled it around his tip.

“Master, please.” He begged. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. It was a mistake.” I could see that he was almost fully hard, his cock was straining against the fabric of his bodysuit.

“You wanna make it up to me? Turn over and on my knee.” I ordered, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“Yes, master.” Tae leant across my lap, his stomach resting on my knees. I smirked when I saw his exposed ass, all round and ready for me.

“Now, puppy. Kookie will be joining us soon, so we’d better make your initial punishment quick.” I said, kneading the globes of his ass. It wasn’t as big as Jimin’s, but Tae definitely had a beautiful ass. “How many do you think you deserve, pup?”

“At least 20, master. I was naughty.” Tae almost moaned out.

“Yes you were, puppy. Very naughty. You also teased master when he was coming home.” I sighed. “But, I guess my puppy likes being punished, doesn’t he?” Tae was silent. I smacked his ass hard, causing the flesh to jiggle. “Doesn’t he?” I repeated.

“Yes, master.” He said after he had yelped. I could feel how hard he was pressing against my thigh.

“I think I may give you 25, how does that sound?”

“Good, master.”

“And after each one, you thank me. You need to learn to obey, don’t you puppy?”

“Yes, master. I do.”

“Count, dumb pup.” I began to slap his ass. Each time he counted and thanked me. At 25, he was sobbing in pain and pleasure, rutting against my thigh. I pulled him up so he was straddling my lap. “Such a good boy, taking your punishment so well.” I praised him, making him smile at me lazily. “So I think my puppy deserves a reward?” Tae nodded excitedly so I pushed him down so he was kneeling on the floor.

I stroked his hair out of his face. “I want you to suck me off, pup.” I said, tugging on his hair gently. His hair was always curly and floppy, always soft to the touch. I stroked my fingers through it lazily as he played with the zipper on my pants, before tugging at them to pull them down. I quickly stood up and allowed him to pull them down with my boxers before I sat back down.

His eyes widened when I came into his eyeline, his mouth instantly watering. His hand cautiously reached out and wrapped around me, giving me a few strokes. I inhaled sharply and hissed at the feeling of his calloused palm wrapped around me. “No hands, baby. Just your mouth.” I said after a few seconds, batting his hand away.

He set his hands on my thighs and sat up a bit so he was level with my dick. His mouth opened eagerly and before I knew it, the tip of my dick was engulfed in his warm, wet mouth. I tilted my head back and groaned, fingers tangling in his hair and tugging, earning some quiet moans from my puppy.

I looked down and saw his big eyes staring up at me as his mouth took more of me in. “Fuck, you look so pretty baby.” I cooed, tracing his lips that were stretched around me. “All stuffed full of my cock. I know you can take more though.” I gently pushed at his head, making him take more of me in until my tip hit the back of his throat. He gagged slightly as tears sprung from his eyes. “Now, you can stay just like that until Jungkook comes and then your real punishment can begin, hmm?”

Taehyung nodded, choking on my dick as it went further down his throat. “Careful pup. Don’t hurt yourself.” I said, wiping away the tears that were trailing down his face from the intrusion in his throat. He always looked so beautiful like this.

After a couple of minutes, Jungkook came into the room, his mouth opening slightly as he took in the sight in front of him. “Hey bunny.” I said, beckoning him over. “Doesn’t TaeTae look so pretty?”

“TaeTae always looks so pretty, master.” Jungkook said, his voice barely a whisper.

I took Jungkook’s hand and pulled him on the bed as I pushed Tae off of me. “Okay, here’s what is going to happen. Tae, puppy, you are going to sit on the other side of the bed and watch as I play with Koo until I decide that you can join us.” Taehyung nodded and scrambled to the other side of the bed, his cock hanging heavily between his legs, begging for release. It was a dark colour, signalling how desperate he was for release, but I wasn’t going to let him have it. Not yet. He got himself comfortable and was about to start stroking himself when I added the next part. “And no touching yourself, pup.”

Tae’s bottom lip started to wobble slightly. “Oh, please, master. Please. I need to cum so bad.”

I looked at him and smiled as I helped Kookie undress. “No, dumb pup. You’ve been naughty. You need to prove that you deserve it.”

Tae looked like he had been slapped. “O-Okay, master. I’ll be good.” He said, trapping his hands between his thighs and the mattress. Once I was sure that he wasn’t going to disobey my orders, I turned my attention back to a now naked Jungkook.

“Look at my beautiful boy.” I smiled as I stroked my hand down his chest, feeling his abs, before travelling down to his thighs to squeeze them gently. It was known that Jungkook had a thigh kink. He would always have to have his hands on someone’s thighs, squeezing them and sometimes sucking at them if we were having fun with each other. “He has such big thighs.” I bent my head down to suck at them, causing a whiny moan to spill from his parted lips.

“Master, please.” He looked at me with his doe eyes shining.

“Please what, bunny? Do you want master to touch you here?” I traced my finger along his dick, earning a quiet groan from him. His dick was long and pretty, the mushroomed head a darker shade than the rest of it. It twitched as I traced the vein along it. I trailed my finger down to his ass. “Or here?” I circled his hole, earning a moan and a breathy yes from him.

I hooked his legs over my shoulders and wrapped my lips around his hole, stroking my tongue over his puckered hole, making him jolt forward slightly. “Ah, Master.” He moaned as I licked at him. He tasted musty and his shower gel and something that was distinctly Jungkook. I prodded at his hole with my tongue before pushing it into him, licking at his walls, coaxing high pitched whines and moans out of him. “Master, I’m so close.” Jungkook cried out, so I pulled away, leaving his hole shining with my saliva.

“Bunny, do you want me to stretch you out first, or can you take me?” I asked, as I kissed him, slipping my tongue into his mouth so he could taste himself on my tongue.

“I can take it, master.” Jungkook said eagerly. I nodded and kissed him again as I pushed my dick against his hole. The head pushed past the ring of muscle with some resistance until I was fully sheathed inside of him. “Ah,” Jungkook had his mouth open in pleasure, beautiful sounds spilling out of me as he adjusted to my size. “You’re so big master. You stretch me out so good. Feel so full.”

He was so warm, wrapped around me, and so tight. He was always tight no matter how often we fucked him, or with how many dicks he was fucked with at once. I moved my hips back before snapping them back in, causing the both of us to moan. Each thrust got faster and harder until Jungkook was a moaning mess, writhing around beneath me.

There was a whimper from next to us and I looked up to see Taehyung, watching us while tears poured down his face. “Yellow.” Tae hated to be left out when he was in his subspace. He always had to be doing something and not just watching. “Master, please.” He begged when he saw me watching him. “Please, I’m sorry. Just let me join in.”

I looked at Jungkook who had been watching me and him carefully. “Shall we let him join us?” I asked the boy underneath me. He nodded eagerly.

“I wan’ him to ride me.” Jungkook requested. “While you fuck me.”

“Okay, bunny.” I said, stroking his hair. I pulled out of him carefully to get Tae and comfort him. “Hey, puppy, you’re okay. You took your punishment so well. Master is so proud of you.” I said, hugging him tight. “Such a good boy.” I kissed his lips gently as I wiped away his tears. “Especially for telling me you didn’t feel comfortable anymore.”

“Thank you, master.” Taehyung smiled at me, his eyes still slightly teary. I reached down and pumped him a bit, smearing his precum around his dick.

“Look how wet you are, puppy.” I cooed as he crawled over to Jungkook. He leaned forward to kiss Jungkook. While he did this, I squirted some lube on my fingers and pushed two into him, making sure he was properly stretched out. I thrusted them into him for a bit before adding a third. Once I was sure he was ready, I nodded at him. “Go sit on Kookie’s cock baby.” I said. He lowered himself down slowly, causing both of them to moan loudly. Once Tae was fully seated, I pushed myself back into Kook, making him moan again. “How are you feeling, bun?”

“Feels s’ good.” Kookie said, looking kind of spaced. “Please, ‘m green.” I began to move inside him, making him grip onto Tae’s thighs and moan out loud. Tae began to bounce on his dick, moans coming out of his mouth. I reached around and started to stroke Tae’s dick in time to my thrusts inside Jungkook. Tae’s moans got louder and louder, signalling he was getting very close. I could feel my lower stomach tightening, signalling I was about to come.

“Master, I’m so close.” Jungkook whined, earning a noise of agreement from Tae.

“You can both come.” I allowed, stroking Tae even faster. He began to shake as Kookie began to buck up his hips due to how close he was. I knew Tae would come extra hard if I talked dirty to him, so I did. Jungkook was already close to cumming, but as soon as Tae came I would finish so I didn’t want him to be overstimulated by it all.

“Tae, puppy. Get off Kookie a second.” I said, tapping his bum which was now starting to bruise. Tae looked over his shoulder at me, looking as if he might cry. “You still get to come, puppy. I just wanna see you. Get back on Koo facing me.” I explained. Tae nodded and got off, turning himself around before lowering himself back down. I caught sight of his beautiful face, his mouth open and eyes squeezed shut as Jungkook’s cock split him open. “Now lie down so your back is against Koo’s stomach.” Tae obeyed and let him lie back. “Koo, bun, lift up his legs so I can see your dick going into his pretty hole.” Kook obeyed, wrapping his arms around Tae’s thighs and almost folding him in half. I almost came at the sight in front of me. Tae’s hole was so stretched around Jungkook’s cock, making it become slightly swollen.

I smirked at Tae before stroking around his hole and Kook’s dick with my thumb. “So pretty, puppy, letting bunny stretch you out like this. I bet you can’t wait for him to fill you with his cum, painting your insides white. Or maybe you’d like both of us in there. Imagine how it would feel, both of us splitting your pretty hole open, gaping you out so much all our cum would just come back out of you. Both of our cocks rubbing against your walls.” I reached out and began stroking his cock, seeing his face scrunch up and his body tense. He was right on the edge. “I bet it would make you come instantly. We’d have to maybe put a cock ring on you to stop you cumming too early. But you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, master. I’d love it.” Tae was breathless. “Oh, I’m so close.” He whined, letting his head tilt back on Jungkook’s shoulder.

“But we’d have to stretch out your little hole even more.” I smiled, pushing my thumb into his hole alongside Kook’s cock. Tae let out a scream, his body going still.

“You sound so pretty, TaeTae.” Kook said, stroking up and down his thighs. “Bet you’re so wrecked down there.” He reached down and pushed one of his fingers into Tae, next to mine. “Master, can we plug my cum inside him?” Kook asked.

“Of course we can bunny.” I said. “But we need this puppy to cum first.” I looked at Tae, whose body was jerking. “Aww, look at him. He’s going to come so hard.” I stroked him even faster before leaning down and taking his entire length into my mouth. I sucked hard, hollowing out my cheeks. Tae let out a silent scream as he came hard, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm.

I swallowed some of his cum, loving the salty tang of it before leaning over him to kiss Kook, transferring some to his mouth. Kook moaned at the taste, making Tae whine. Of course he wanted to have some. I moved to kiss Tae, transferring the last of it to his mouth. His throat bobbed as he swallowed.

“You’re such a cumslut, pup.” I chuckled, now starting to thrust hard into Kookie, chasing my own orgasm. Kookie’s breaths started coming out as short, high-pitched moans as his own orgasm drew nearer and nearer.

“I’m gonna cum, master.” Kookie warned as his hole clamped down on me, making me unable to move. The pulsing and constant contracting of his walls made me spill into him as he spilled into Tae. Both of us moaned as we released. I fell forward and leant my head on Tae’s stomach as I caught my breath.

“Both of you did so good.” I said as I carefully pulled out of Jungkook. “Koo, do you want a plug?” The boy nodded so I moved over to my bedside table and pulled out one of the four plugs I had in there. One for each sub. I walked back over to the pair who were still connected to each other. I pushed the trail of cum that had come out of Kookie back into him and pushed the plug into him.

“And me!” Tae exclaimed. I chuckled and got his out of the drawer.

“Alright, baby. Let’s get you off Koo, hmm?” I gently pulled him off Koo and pushed the plug into him. “How are you both feeling?” I asked, looking at both of them.

“Tired.” Tae replied.

“Good.” Jungkook replied at the same time. He had a sleepy smile plastered on his face.

“Okay, that’s good. Tae baby, you gotta stay awake for a bit longer. I need to clean you up, and put some lotion on you.” I said, gently stroking his hair as he looked at me with his eyes half shut.

He whined slightly, moving so he was sat on my lap. I could feel the plastic of the plug nestled between his ass cheeks pushing into my thigh. “Can I have a bath?” He asked, his head laying on my shoulder.

“Sure baby.” I said. “Do you and Koo want to have one together?” I looked at them both as they nodded their heads. “Alright babies.” I stroked Tae’s hair gently. “Let’s take these plugs out of you, okay?” Kook nodded and bent over slightly so I could pull it out of him. He hissed as his hole stretched around the bulbous plastic, followed by the dripping of my cum out of him. “Okay, KooKoo, why don’t you go and start the bath and I’ll get Tae ready.”

“Okay hyungie.” Jungkook pressed a quick kiss to my lips before padding into my adjoined bathroom and starting the bath.

“Okay, Taebaby, I need you to stand up.” I said softly to the sleepy boy on my lap.

He groaned and looked up at me, his eyes narrowed. “Why?” He asked.

“I need to take your plug out, love.” I said. “It’s going to hurt you later otherwise.” He opened his mouth to protest but I pressed a finger to his lips. “No buts baby, I’m taking it out.” I laid him down on the bed and gently pulled it out of him, allowing Jungkook’s cum to spill out of him.

“Want some.” Tae whispered, looking at me. I sighed and swiped some of the cum onto my fingers and let him suckle it off.

“Now, bath time.” I said, pulling him up so he was standing on his own two feet and leading him into the bathroom.

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A few hours later, we were all cuddled up in bed. I had had trouble falling asleep - the stress from losing all my work was still looming in the back of my mind. I had told my manager, but he must have been asleep when I sent the message.

Tae hummed in his sleep as he curled into my side even more, Jungkook spooning him from behind. They both looked peaceful as they slept, not a hint of worry on their perfect faces.

My phone began to buzz, cutting through the silent atmosphere like a hot knife through butter. I unwrapped Tae from around myself and sat up answering the phone. “Hello?” I asked in a hushed voice as I disentangled myself from the blankets.

“Yoongi-ah? I need those tracks by 8am in the morning. You’re going to have to keep working on them.” My manager said, sounding quite annoyed. My heart began beating faster as I felt the stress and anxiety begin to build back up inside of me. “You should have stayed later and fixed your mistake.” I slipped out of the room and closed the door.

“My mistake?!” I was pissed. It was not my fault that the systems crashed and deleted everything. Do I control all the computers at the company? No! If anything they should be badgering IT to see if they can recover some of the files. “The computers crashed as I went to save it. Can’t IT recover them? That is eight hours of work lost!”

“No they can’t. That’s why I’m calling. I need you to come in right now and try to redo them the same.” He requested. “I’m sorry about this, but I just need those otherwise you will miss the deadline and your mixtape will have to be delayed further.”

“I think we need to get better computers. Those ones are getting kind of old and slow.” I said.

“Don’t blame the machinery Yoongi-ssi.” He said shortly. “Come in now or no mixtape this year. And you wouldn’t want to disappoint ARMY, would you?”

I scoffed. Now he’s guilt-tripping me. “I’ll be in in about half an hour. Let me get changed and get my stuff together.” I said.

“Okay, I’ll be waiting.” He hung up the phone and I let out a noise of frustration before going back into the room, closing the door as quietly as I could so I wouldn’t wake up the sleeping babies. I looked over at the bed and let a fond smile ghost over my face. Taehyung’s hair had now flopped in front of his face and his arms were outstretched to the spot where I had previously been sleeping.

I felt bad for leaving them alone, but I really didn’t have a choice. I walked into my wardrobe and pulled out a sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants and quickly changed into them. I pulled on a beanie and grabbed my lyric books before grabbing a pair of shoes and sliding them on.

I must have been a bit too loud because there was rustling in the bed and I saw Taehyung patting around with his hand. He sat up and squinted at me sleepily. “Hyungie? Where you goin’?” His voice was heavy with sleep. “What time is it?”

“It’s early, love. Go back to sleep. I need to go in to the studio.” I said, walking over to him to kiss him goodbye. “Come on lie back down.”

“But you were there all day yesterday.” He complained, whining slightly.

“I know, baby, I know. But all my work got deleted so I need to go back in to redo it.” I said. “And if I don’t meet the deadline then my mixtape will get pushed back even further and that wouldn’t be fair to ARMY.”

“But these songs aren’t even for your mixtape! They’re blackmailing you!” Taehyung exclaimed. “I wanna come with you.”

“Baby, I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.” I said, pushing his hair back out of his face.

“No it is! I could help you, and you always say two brains are better than one. We can get it done faster.” He argued, sounding determined. “And we can tell Kookie so he won’t get confused when he wakes up. We can leave him a note. Pleaseeeeee.”

I sighed. “Okay, fine. But get dressed quickly.”

Y/N POV:

I shivered under some of the clothes as I lay on the bench. I was too scared to sleep. He could appear at any moment and drag me home to give me the beating of a lifetime, and this time he could actually kill me.

Every time I heard footsteps I would freeze and not move, hoping that it wasn’t him, and that if it was, he wouldn’t see me. It was getting colder though, and I knew I would have to move in order to keep myself from getting hypothermia.

I knew there was one thing that would be able to calm me down, and it would also keep me warm. I rifled through my pockets, trying to locate my headphones. My fingers wrapped around the wire and pulled it out. I groaned. They were all tangled and knotted. I began to pick them apart, finally freeing the individual earbuds. I plugged it into my phone and scrolled through my music until I picked a song that I wanted to dance to. Spring Day. It cheered me up a lot, and I loved the dance.

The notes flowed through my body, twisting and turning to the tips of my fingers and the ends of my toes. My body moved like the waves in this ocean of music, bending and stretching at the crests and troughs. I loved it. As I danced, I allowed my thoughts to

I had started dance when I was three. My mother had insisted that I was going to be a prima ballerina, or a professional dancer in a company, so she had me enrolled in any kind of dance you could think of. Baby ballet, baby tap, baby jazz, baby contemporary, baby street dance, baby modern, baby music theatre. Most of my life was spent dancing. As I got older, she put me into singing, art and drama classes. I dropped some of the dance classes: tap, modern and jazz. I was happy.

Then came the arguments. My mother and father started arguing over the amount of money that was being spent on me. We were quite a well-off family, both of my parents has respectable jobs with a decent salary. Income was good, and there was even some wiggle room for nice holidays. That was, until my dad became addicted to alcohol and spent all of our savings on the drink until there was barely anything left.

My mother had to put some away secretly just to be able to pay for bills and my extra curriculars. But he found out, and that’s when the arguments started. I was eight at the time. He would accuse her of not trusting him, and she would accuse him of being an alcoholic and how that wasn’t a good environment for me to be in.

The arguing would last for at least three hours each night and would end with one of them storming out the house. Most nights it was my father - probably to get even more drunk. My mother would slam the door to their bedroom and dissolve into tears. I would hear her sobbing herself to sleep, but I was too scared to comfort her.

One day, after a year or so, my father stormed out that door and never came back. My mother said it was for the best; in my mind, though, it was my fault. I was the one who had all the dance lessons and singing lessons and drama lessons and art lessons. I was the one who was using all their money. He liked to tell me that when my mother would storm out. He also liked to hit me. When my mother found the bruises and cuts, she lost it. That was what caused the arguments to get worse.

Things got better after he left. My mother got happier, found a new boyfriend. He was nice, buying me the latest iPhone or laptop. We were all happy.

And then I met him. He was the perfect boyfriend: kind, loving, everything you would want. But that’s the thing about love. It’s blind. It would be a few months before I realised who he was behind the mask he put on everyday. I should have realised that the relationship was moving too quickly. He asked me to move in with him after we had been together for just three months. As soon as I set foot inside that house, the door locked behind me, and the key hidden somewhere I could never find it.

After a couple of weeks, the verbal abuse started. The name calling and insults and threats over something unimportant, like slightly burnt potatoes. I brushed it off as something normal. After all, it was my fault. I was the one who turned the oven up too high.

Then came the physical abuse. At first it started off as slaps and small beatings, but it eventually lead up to him getting out his belt and whacking it across my face every night before beating me up with his fists. I don’t know what exactly caused him to do it. Sometimes he said it was me looking at another man, and other times it was just because of my presence. Either way, it was my fault and I deserved them.

I tried to leave him. But he caught me, and I almost ended up in hospital from the force of his beating. My skin was mottled blue and purple for weeks. It was then I started self-harming. It was my fault.

I twirled as the song came to an end, catching sight of a figure standing in the shadow of the trees. My breath hitched in my throat. Had he found me? If he had, he was going to kill me for sure.

Yoongi POV:

Just as I had thought Tae had fallen asleep on my couch, bundled up in my hoodie about an hour after we arrived at the studio. We had already retrieved the majority of the songs though.

He had got to work immediately, perching on my lap as he sang the demo song over the backing music, which thankfully I had saved. I loved Taehyung’s voice - it was deep and sultry, which was actually something that contrasted greatly to his personality he showed in private. After we’d been working for about fifty minutes, he began to yawn, curling up and leaning against my shoulder, watching me put together the backing tracks and the vocals and moving things around to create the songs. His favourite was ‘Black Swan’.

“‘M sleepy, hyungie.” He mumbled against my collarbone.

I reached up and stroked his hair gently. “You can go and sleep on the couch. I’m almost done, baby.” He looked up at me through sleepily squinted eyes.

“You sure? I think I can stay awake a bit longer?” He said, yawning again. When he yawned he sometimes looked like a baby puppy.

“No, baby, you’re tired.” I said, rubbing his back. “Go on, do you want my hoodie?” I asked.

“Mhm.” He nodded his head. He slid off my lap and made grabby hands at my hoodie. I pulled it off, leaving me in my white v-neck top, and handed it to him. He pulled it on and lay down on the couch, closing his eyes and almost instantly falling asleep. I smiled at him fondly before turning back to my work.

I only had one song left to do - my solo song on the album. I searched through my files, only to realise that my work on it had all disappeared. I groaned and saved everything before shutting my computer down. I needed to go for a quick walk to clear my head. I turned to look at Tae, who was curled on the couch in a deep sleep. The park I would go to to clear my head is only a five minute walk away from here. I would be thirty minutes tops. He wouldn’t wake up hopefully, and if he did, I was only a phone call away.

I grabbed my extra hoodie and pulled on my jacket, gently closing the door to my studio. I walked out of the building and made my way to the park.

It was cold outside. The air bit at my exposed cheeks and nose as I walked. I pulled a mask on to insulate them. The park was calming and whenever I went there, it was quiet and if there was anyone there, they were elderly and didn’t know who I was.

I walked through the gate of the park, pushing the squeaky barrier open. It appeared deserted, which wasn’t surprising considering that it was four am. But I still kept my guard up; you never know what crackheads will be around.

I was walking through the trees towards my favourite thinking bench when I saw her. She was dancing to some very familiar choreography. I stopped in my tracks. She was a beautiful dancer. I watched, awestruck as she flawlessly twirled and flipped and turned. It was then I recognised it. It was Jimin’s choreography in Spring Day. She must be a fan. She twirled one last time and stopped, facing me. Her face twisted into a look of terror as she ran to gather her things. On the bench I noticed, was a backpack and a pile of clothes.

“Wait!” I yelled after her, chasing her to talk to her. It was clear that something was troubling her, and I wanted to help her, not caring that she was an ARMY. “Let me help you! Please!” I caught up to her at the bench, where she had slightly calmed down. As soon as we made eye contact, something strange happened. All the greyscale colours in my world that I had grown used to melted away. My eyes were filled with dark greens and blues, clearly because of the darkness, but the moonlight shone down on her.

She was breath-taking. Her hair was a shiny, vibrant, Y/H/C, and her eyes shone like Y/E/C gems. She was holding her breath in surprise, probably recognising who I was.

“You’re Min Yoongi.” She said. “You’re my soulmate. This can’t be happening.” She was shocked and confused.

But I didn’t know what to do. Now that I had found my soulmate, did that mean I had to leave the others? We had never discussed the possibility of this happening. I looked at the girl in front of me and decided that I couldn’t leave her. Not like this. She looked scared, and from the looks of things, she was homeless. I had to look after her. And I swore to myself that I would. Until the end of time.

#angst #fluff #yoongi x reader #moonlight #soulmate au #bts poly #bts ot7 #lil meow meow yoongi #switch!jin #dom!yoongi #dom!namjoon #dom!hoseok #sub!taehyung #sub!jungkook #sub!jimin

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Chapter 1 - Small Beginnings

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Pairing: Joel Miller × Female!Reader/OC

Summary: Joel, Ellie and the reader start their month long journey to Jackson. Although it takes time for the reader and Joel to get to trust one another, things develop quicker with Ellie.

Word Count: 5.668

Warnings: Canon typical violence, detailed description of bloodshed/gore and death; PTSD related events and some sexual tension ;)

Author's Note: Here goes another part of the series! There's this one bit where the reader and Ellie are sleeping, I was kind of inspired by that one scene in the beginning of Lady Bird where Christine and her mom are sleeping, so... Anyways I hope y'all like it 🥰

Enjoy!

Moving out of Carmel and Indiana altogether to Illinois was quite the challenge but it didn't take you all too long to reach a city named Peoria. The route Joel had picked was crawling with infected and you had to take detours to avoid them, barely having any time to rest; but when you reached the city in question, it turned out to be awfully quiet there. Although Joel knew you were special forces, he was impressed with your precision and combat discipline - but of course he kept it to himself.

"The weather is getting colder," Ellie commented when you all settled down on a secure, empty house- the sun was beginning to set.

Before you left the building in Carmel a few days ago, Ellie had fetched Kurt's backpack while Joel and her were collecting some ammo from the room he was held in. You couldn't look at your teammates' dead or infected bodies, you couldn't dare - it would've been too much to take in all at once. All you had asked of Joel and Ellie was to close their eyes if they were possibly open, and waited for them at the other end of the hall, crying quietly. Joel gave you your rifle (it had your name on it and it was left on the same table as Kurt's backpack) and Ellie handed you Kurt's bag with his stuff in it.

"I thought you might want to have this," she had said with melancholic eyes.

You smiled and thanked her. She clearly wasn't aware of who Kurt was and what he meant to you. He had his famous jacket and blade rolled up in the bag, a few supplies and ammo and finally, a picture of both of you on the front pocket. He was like a teacher and guardian to you, you wouldn't have survived this long if it weren't for him and knowing he was no longer with you destroyed you, stabbed you in the guts and made you feel sick. Of course you had to swallow it all down and wait until either you reached Jackson or met your maker on the way.

"Hey, why don't you wear this," you took Kurt's jacket off and tossed it to her. "It should keep you warm at night."

"What about you? You're more exposed than I am," Ellie objected as you were still in your undershirt. It had more blood on it than it had while you were in Carmel.

"I saw a clothing shop around the corner," you smiled and grabbed your rifle from the table in the living room. "I'll swing by quickly, see if it still has some clothes in it and I'll get us all something warm."

"You're not going now," Joel entered the room. "The sun is setting."

"It hasn't yet and I'll be quick, don't worry." You turned to leave but Joel stopped you. "It's right around the corner, you saw it. We need new clothes, Joel."

He hesitated for a moment, then moved out of the way. He often forgot you were as quick as a snake in grass.

You cleared out the single runner in the store, which had no legs and had his spine following it around like a tail. The store was quite empty at first, but you checked a couple of rooms in the back and found a lot of clothing from the "autumn collection". There was a tricolour raincoat that could fit Ellie, you also grabbed a black blouse for her and moved to the women's section. You quickly started feeling the texture of every blouse you came across (your options were more limited comparing to the kids section) and eventually grabbed a dark brown blouse, then searched through a bag of jeans. There were only two left, one your size and the other significantly bigger. It felt weird, finally getting your hands on normal clothes.

Just before you moved onto men's clothing, your eyes landed on the underwear section for women. You began digging through it but there was no normal underwear left. What you had was dark coloured thong's and brazilian's and matching bra's.

"Yeah... Who'd wear these in the middle of the apocalypse..." you muttered to yourself and groaned. You had no other choice but to take them and you hated how fancy they were, with their laces and everything.

You made sure to grab Ellie some underwear too and you wished you were as small as she was, for children's underwear looked more comfortable and normal. You felt odd at first, wondering how she'd react, but she needed clean clothing as much as you did.

You moved to another room, dug through men's section which was also quite empty. The only things left were plaid, lumberjack shirts and a sack of black t-shirts, so you immediately grabbed one of each.

You quickly sneaked back to the house, praying that you wouldn't get into trouble as your cargo was quite heavy.

"That was quick," Ellie told you as you set your rifle aside once more, making Joel wait outside the room as you handed Ellie the clothing you got for her.

"Told ya," you smiled. "These are for you... I uh, I hope you don't mind that I got this too."

You showed her the underwear and her eyes widened: "Oh, um- thank you."

Although it was a bit awkward, Ellie was grateful nevertheless. While she got dressed, you went to the room Joel was in.

"I got something for you too," You announced as you walked in. "It's not much, the shop was completely ransacked, but it should do."

"Oh," Joel, surprised, took the clothing and studied it before quietly saying: "Thanks."

You smiled shortly and moved to leave, but his voice stopped you: "Uh, I don't wear XXL..."

You turned around and smirked: "Oh, my apologies, did you really think I was focusing on the size while looking for something to wear?"

Joel sighed and nodded: "Right... you got yourself some stuff?"

"Of course I did," you rolled your eyes. "Finally, kissing this nasty thing goodbye."

Joel's lips turned upwards slightly, then you walked out. He actually appreciated the way your undershirt hugged your frame. You were built quite well, body resembling one of an athlete's - thanks to the torture like training you'd gone through pre and post outbreak. Joel shook his head, what the hell am I thinking, and began changing.

You walked into a bedroom with a mirror and sat down on the bed, slowly removing your undershirt. It used to be white and decorated with different stains, now it was completely red.

You froze at the sight of your body - it was almost completely covered with dried blood and bruises, your mind immediately reminding you of the events that happened dayss ago.

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"Well, well, well; if it isn't our fish out of water lads..." you heard the all too familiar British accented voice behind you as two hunters pressed you down to the floor along with your teammates. "You really are hard to kill, eh? Well, well done Gabe."

You struggled against the men who were holding you down, spitting blood on the floor.

"Gabe! You son of a whore!" Maxim, the teams sniper, yelled and earned himself a punch in the gut. You breathed furiously against the floor, anxiety rising as you had a few ideas on what you were going to face, watching Gabe walk over and greet the leader of the group.

"Move them upstairs," the leader commanded and the hunters dragged you off the floor to your feet. You tried to escape but they were built like an ox - you doubled over when one of them punched you in the gut, blood coming out of your mouth. "Put them in the room to the right, except for this one..."

He walked over to you slowly and grabbed your jaw tightly, making you growl and spit on his face: "This one goes to the room on the left... She'll be my special guest after I gut all of her teammates."

And with that, he wiped the blood off his face and sucker punched you, making your vision go black.

----

"(Y/N)?" You heard Ellie knocking on the door. "Can I come in? I have your jacket."

You quickly walked to the door and hid behind it before opening it: "Thanks Ellie."

You closed the door once more and muttered to yourself: "I can't wear these before I get cleaned..."

The only thing you missed about the Boston QZ was the showers. They were cold and you didn't have any soap, but in the end you still got cleaned.

You quickly walked into the bathroom connected to the bedroom and digged through the cupboards to find something - anything to help you get rid of the blood. When you couldn't, you tried for the bath aimlessly. You were caught completely off guard when water hit your face, so you shrieked.

"Holy shit," you breathed heavily, too surprised at the water streaming out to hear Joel's footsteps bursting in through the room.

"(Y/N)?!" Joel called for you when he walked in and saw your discarded undershirt. "Are you-"

"I'm fine, there's water here!" You spoke excitedly, but suddenly the water almost stopped pouring. "Oh no."

"What?"

"The water's stuck, I think?" You tried to pull the shower head out but it didn't work. "Quick, pass me my knife!"

"Where is it?"

"In my bag!" You pulled harder on the showerhead as he went through your bag, only to come across your new set of underwear. He froze at the sight, but immediately grabbed the knife after you shouted Quickly Joel! His eyes widened even more when he saw your half naked state, but didn't stop from going in and giving you the knife. You got into the tub and cut the showerhead off, water immediately coming out and pouring onto your body.

"Ah! Shit-" you gasped at the cold touch of the water and stumbled out, body completely soaked.

"Son of a bitch," Joel stared at the bathtub in awe before turning to you and looking you up and down. "I guess you, uh, you should go first. Keep it short."

"Yes sir," you rolled your eyes.

Joel quickly walked out, his stomach doing a flip, almost bumping into Ellie.

"What happened?"

"(Y/N) found some water in the bath..."

"Shit, really?"

"Yeah."

"Fuck yeah!" Ellie exclaimed. "Our luck seems to be turning ever since she joined us, huh?"

Joel didn't make a comment even though, when he looked at it, you really did bring some luck with you.

You quickly washed your hair and cleaned the blood off with your fingers as fast as you could - your arms, chest, lower body, legs...

"You've got to be kidding me..." You smiled when you got out and came across towels in a cupboard in the bedroom. You dried off and called Ellie once you were dressed up, letting her know it was her turn.

While you waited on her to finish, you went over to Joel: "Do we have any bandages left?" You showed him your arms and wrists: "They're not quite healed yet."

Joel looked at you from where he was seated - you looked so different in normal clothing and with your hair down and wet, he almost thought you looked real pretty.

"Yup," he cleared his throat and proceeded to bring some out of his bag. "Sit here."

You sat across him on a leather couch as he applied the new bandage: "This place is so weird, it's almost untouched. I found some towels and more clothing you might wanna see in the wardrobes."

"M-hm," he hummed, then moved onto your other arm.

"It's feels so good to be out of those clothes," you smiled, trying to make conversation. "If only there were some socks, I'd be complete."

"Yeah... like the little set you got for yourself?" Joel (actually) teased, making you blush.

"How did you- Oh, right..." You remembered he had to rummage through your bag to find your knife. "They were the only ones left!"

"Right..."

"I mean it! Do you think I'm in the position to impress someone in the middle of an apocalypse?"

"I'm just messin' with ya," Joel smirked slightly and looked at your face once he was done. "Did you by any chance come across jeans or something in those wardrobes?"

"Pants, shoes, underwear- as I said, this place is untouched." You replied and pulled your sleeves down as he got up and left.

The journey from Peoria to the outskirts of Omaha, Nebraska was mostly uneventful. Every day you gained more strength, keeping watch more than Ellie and Joel as Joel seemed to trust you a little more now. You had also discovered that Joel's brother, Tommy, was waiting for them in Jackson. He used to be a Firefly that you helped here and there - you used to send aid whenever you could to the Fireflies, as you thought they served a better cause, but that vision got destroyed once Tommy and a few others quit. You worked with him quite often and were surprised to find out that him and Joel were brothers - for multiple reasons.

"Uh, was Tommy by any chance a Firefly?" You had asked one day, cutting through a shady looking buding in Bloomfield.

"Yeah, what about it?"

"I used to help them get around FEDRA a few years ago- how come you ended up separately?"

"Wait, what-" Joel began, but the sounds of clickers interrupted him. "Shit."

You immediately raised your rifle and got into position in front of Ellie: "Stay behind me."

It was just two clickers on the entire floor - you made it out without breaking any sweat. You decided not to ask about Tommy again, not getting to hear the rest of the story until you reached Jackson.

It had been approximately two weeks ever since you left Carmel, now you were in Omaha, clearing out yet another apartment to rest in. You hated breaks in buildings, you preferred lakesides, where the water was calm. What you liked about the country and the route was the abundance of lakes and rivers. You got to clean yourself more often, wild life was mostly around it so you didn't starve and it was safer around water - unless it was a stream. You always walked far away from streams, it earned you a few questions but you always managed to avoid them.

Joel was less grumpy with you each passing day. What Ellie had said about luck when you found water in the shower stuck with him, as the road was mostly clear for the three of you; not encountering large groups of Hunters or any herds for a couple of days made things a lot easier. Comparing to his journey from Boston to Carmel, Joel had to agree you were like a good luck charm.

There were a few clickers on the floor that needed to be sweeped. You and Joel moved side by side through the corridors, quietly taking out the abomination. You slowly walked through a door and swept the room with your eyes quickly.

"Clear- through here," You whispered. Just as you were inspecting a crack on the ceiling, a deafening shriek filled your ears and two clickers fell through the crack, bringing half of the ceiling down with them. You jumped backwards to where Joel and Ellie stood, tripping and falling on your back, grunting as quietly as you could. Suddenly, you felt Joel's hands under your arms, dragging you up and away from the wreck. He backed the both of you up to the corner of the room as the clickers slowly got up. Ellie quickly hid under the desk on the other side of the room, but you couldn't get a hold of your footing while trying to keep an eye on her and bumped right into Joel, pushing him into the corner completely with your back pressed tightly against his body. You were breathing too heavily, Joel had to put his hand over your mouth. The closer the clicker got to you, the more you pressed yourself against him. You bit your lip and slowly took out your knife.

The clicker, after making its distressing and obnoxious noises inches away from your face, turned around and walked over to the other one.

You sighed as best as you could with Joel's hand over your mouth, his breath coming down hot on your neck and ear, making you shiver involuntarily. This situation could've been better if our lives weren't at risk, you thought as Joel slowly removed his hands from your waist and mouth. You immediately went for the kill, decided it was too risky to stay here, then moved to another floor.

"Phew," Ellie had said once it was safe. "That was way too close."

"Yeah," you replied, slightly shivering at the memory. However you weren't sure if it were your closeness to Joel or the clickers almost falling on top of you that made you shiver this time.

Days later, somewhere near the Wyoming border, you found an empty cabin in the forest. You'd just escaped a herd and decided to hide there until it passed entirely. Luckily, they were coming from Wyoming; you would've had real shitty luck if it were the other way around.

You had been keeping watch for the past two days so you barely got any sleep, you were restless and tired, so Joel took watch and gave you and Ellie some time to rest.

The cabin was very small, it had only one double bed in the only other room connected to it. You both laid down and just as your eyes were about to close, Ellie started asking a variety of questions which were unrelated to each other, eventually putting you to sleep with her hushed voice. Ellie had really grown on you and you could tell she liked you too. You cared a big deal for her and, as you'd grown older and spent every day with her, she really brought out a motherly side to you; which wasn't entirely bad but it wasn't too good either.

A few hours later you woke up for a brief moment, out of the blue. You were facing Ellie: She was asleep, her body rising and falling slowly. She looked so adorable and at peace like this, it made you smile. You carefully brushed a strand of hair out of her face and watched her for a while, slowly slipping back to sleep.

----

"Please... let her go!" you whined.

"Shut her up!" The man growled and one of the men who were holding you punched your side, making you cry.

Your vision was blurry, but not blurry enough to keep you from seeing the scarring images of your teammate being tied to a tree next to a stream by her ankle. She was passed out, beaten by the group of Hunters who held you captive, so she couldn't do anything but let them throw her unconscious self into the water.

"No! No! Please!" You sobbed, blood pouring from your mouth.

You watched her drown in the stream, crying helplessly. Your only hope was Kurt's tracking skills finding you before she drowned completely - however minutes passed, which felt like eternity, but Kurt didn't show up. You cried and begged, but they didn't listen.

"My, my. What a devoted leader you are... But don't worry darling," that annoying, triggering British accent laughed. "You'll be joining your girlfriend very soon."

You watched as they cut the rope around Felicity's ankle, and watched as her body brutally hit the rocks and fall down the waterfall; making you scream: "NO!"

----

"(Y/N)," you woke up again to the hushed voice of Joel.

"Hm, what's wrong?" You whispered sleepily.

"Your turn to keep watch, c'mon."

Ellie greeted you when you got up and left the bed for Joel to rest, commenting on how much you slept. After awhile of hesitation and silence, she asked about who Felicity was.

You tensed at the mention of Felicity, you must've talked in your sleep.

Felicity was your best friend. You knew her since forever -ever since you were children in kindergarten- and you both enlisted after school was finished. You went through everything together, you survived for twenty years in this mess; until one day you two were ambushed while scouting a new area. It was your first encounter with the same group of Hunters that ambushed you out in Carmel. Felicity's death was the reason why the new recruit, Gabe, was brought to Alpha One.

"Maybe some other time, Ellie," you said weakly. You felt sick to your stomach, like you did when you stepped outside and saw a glimpse of one of your teammate's corpse.

"Are you alright?" Ellie asked. "You're very pale."

"Yeah, I just... I just need to lie down, I think." You ran your fingers through your hair, feeling dizzy.

"Why don't you go lie back down? I can keep watch." Ellie offered. "I'll come wake you up if something happens, I swear!"

"No, Ellie," you gave her an apologetic smile. "I'll stay for a bit, if I feel worse I'll go, okay?"

"Fine," she huffed and settled on the edge of a window across you.

Nausea hit you like a tidal wave after only 10 minutes and you launched yourself out of the cabin, Ellie hot on your heels. Kneeling under a tree and getting what little food you had in you out, you doubled over to the ground after you finished vomiting, which was overdue. Ellie helped you back inside, brought you your water and walked you into the bedroom where Joel was long passed out.

"Call for me if you need anything."

"Alright, you too." You replied after reluctantly lying down next to Joel. "Hey Ellie?"

"Thank you sweetheart." You smiled as best as you could when she turned around, then returned the gesture.

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"The legendary Alpha One leader, (Y/N) (L/N)..." the man walked around you as his goons tied your ankle around the tree like they did to Felicity. You barely had any power to fight back with your beaten up state, but the shock of your best friend's death and your fate being decided by a bunch of Hunters had adrenaline pumping through your veins. "Look at 'er still kickin' lads! Ha ha! Like the dead fish she is!"

"Fuck you! Fuck- I'll fucking get you, you son of a bitch, you hear me?!" You struggled against the pairs of arms holding you down, right above the stream. "You'll fucking die! I'll kill you for this!"

"Don't be funny lass," the man laughed. "Last time I checked, I wasn't the one with a rope around my neck- or my ankle, if you prefer. Show her what we do to people who try to interfere with our business, lads!"

And with that, you were thrown into the water.

You held your breath at first contact, but the water kept going against your nostrils. You tried to swim to the surface, but you realised you couldn't really move your arm. You groaned and let out some of the air you'd been holding at the realisation that your arm may be broken. Was this really how you were going to die? Was this really it? Your body felt like it was going to explode with the amount of adrenaline and shock and the rest of the emotions you were going through, ready to give up. Just as you were indeed ready to give out, however, you felt yourself being dragged by the ankle. Were they cutting the rope or-

With one hard pull, you flew out of the stream with a loud gasp, choking on water as you landed on your back.

"She's alive! My god she's alive!" You heard Kurt yell and rush to your side. Guess this wasn't how you were going to die after all. "I got you darling, I got you."

You gasped for air, looked around for hunters only to find the rest of Alpha One slowly approaching your position. Knowing you were safe, you relaxed and began sobbing violently: "It's okay (Y/N), I'm here, you're safe."

----

Your eyes slowly fluttered open at the sudden overheat. Your body was turned to the left, but with more weight on it. Something hot was blowing against your face and something else was pressing down on your waist. You slowly got grip of reality, only to notice that it was Joel partly cuddled up against you. Your eyes widened but you couldn't really move - his arm was loose around your waist but you didn't want to wake him up

This is nice, having some sort of physical contact which didn't pose a threat-

Stop... you thought to yourself, but then realized how your forheads almost touched.

Shit shit shit...

Your face scrunched up at your situation, cursing yourself internally for being so weak and getting yourself almost ill to end up sharing a bed with a man you'd only known for, what, two weeks?

And he was somewhat cuddling you in his sleep. How did he even know you were next to him?

He suddenly shifted a little, getting impossibly close to you, his hand almost touching your rear and making you feel uneasy. Your teeth were going to crush and your jaw was going to lock up if you stayed like this any longer - this made your imagination run wild, involuntarily of course.

It had been somewhere near 15 years since you got involved with any type of romantic and sexual activity, you were touch starved and Joel was incredibly attractive -impossibly so- with his deep voice, handsome face; all the muscles hidden under that green shirt of his... He was rough; he had this air of dominance to him which got you flustered from time to time. But what also attracted you to him was the possibility of a soft side, hidden deep beneath tough layers of walls built over the past 20 years.

You were involuntarily getting turned on when his hand was practically on your ass so you cleared your throat, more quietly than you had intended, to which he didn't respond. God fucking dammit-

"Look at you lovebirds! Ew..." Ellie's comment woke him up instead, you acting like you were sleeping as well so neither of them suspected a thing.

"Oh god," you moved away as Joel mumbled an apology, retreating to his own side.

"I'd say get a room, but-" Ellie continued but Joel interfered.

"Just-" Joel gave that one impatient glare of his you got so used to, making Ellie immediately stop talking.

"Okay, okay!" She raised her hands defensively. "Well, I thought you should know, I think the herd passed."

"You think?" Joel and Ellie went outside quickly, but you stayed exactly where you were, sat on the edge of the bed.

You were disciplined and certainly had self-control, but you never had had the time to grieve anyone properly. You just pushed it away and stayed strong for everyone in Alpha One, you realized how you never made grieving an option for yourself. It wasn't the first time you had lost someone of course. Your parents, friends, people you were acquainted with in a variety of places... but Feliciy drew the line and Alpha One crossed it with it's entirety. You really needed to get to Jackson, you didn't know when you would slip and lose your composure altogether.

Joel walked back in to tell you that it was time to move, but halted when he saw you still sitting at the edge of the bed. He felt embarrassed, he felt like he probably triggered a bad memory.

"Hey... You alright?"

"Yeah yeah, just, gimme a second," you said, swallowing back the urge to cry.

"Look, I'm sorry, I- I wasn't doing it knowingly," he tried to explain without tumbling over his words.

"No it's fine, really," you spoke and turned to face him. It was more than fine, in fact. As awkward as it was, it made you feel a type of warmth in you which you hadn't felt in quite some time. "I um, I shouldn't have invaded your space-"

"Nonsense," Joel interrupted immediately, taking a step toward his side of the bed. "Ellie told me you got sick, you had every right to rest."

You were expecting him to be angry with you for leaving Ellie by herself with a herd passing only miles away, but you reckoned he was more embarrassed than angry. You couldn't blame him, he never acted soft, ever, this must be truly awkward for him.

"We gotta move," Joel cleared his throat and reached for his bag on the floor. "You feelin' alright?"

"Yup," you partly lied. "Let's go."

And so continued your journey, onward to Jackson which was at the other end of Wyoming. Joel and you had very few chats after what happened in the cabin, only really talking when Ellie started up conversation.

One night, days later while you were in Casper, getting sidetracked for the umpteenth time, Joel joined you in watch while Ellie slept.

"Y'know, you sometimes talk in your sleep," he started conversation as he sat across you.

"So I'm told." You pursed your lips, memories of Felicity starting to resurface in your mind.

"You kept mumbling a woman's name," Joel tried. "Was she your..."

"I don't wanna talk about it," you snapped, more because you were scared rather than you were angry. You were scared, because you knew it would hurt once you started talking.

"Okay," Joel looked away. Ever since you started travelling with them you'd been nothing but nice and caring toward him. Even though you were ex-military. You felt so human to him, as if you weren't in an apocalypse. Most people lost themselves and their humanities in the past 20 years. He'd seen god awful things, including the slaughter of your team, but a piece of human still remained in you. He'd seen how you were with Ellie and he really appreciated how you treated her like a little sister... or even like a daughter from time to time. He knew from the beginning, deep down, that he could somewhat trust you when Ellie first told him your stories at the QZ... but one can never be too careful.

"So," you felt bad for snapping at him, so you tried to change the subject. "You and Tess smuggled her outside the QZ, for what?"

Joel visibly got tense at the mention of Tess' name, so you backed off. "Nevermind."

Joel didn't say a word but he thought about you. Once you were in Jackson he had to tell Tommy, that meant you were going to find out why him and Ellie were out in road sooner or later anyway, but he picked later for now.

"I, uh..." you tried again, cringing internally. "I want to ask you a few things, but they all might connect to something in your past, so..."

"Yeah," Joel nodded. He was both surprised and amused at your honesty.

You stared at him for a while as he stared at the small fire in front of you. You really did want to get to know him a little, but getting to know people have been like walking through a minefield for the past twenty or so years.

"I reckon you were a soldier before all this?" He asked out of nowhere.

"Yup- spec ops." You nodded. "What about you?"

"I, uh, I was a carpenter."

"Really?" You asked in disbelief.

"What?" He looked offended.

"No, I mean it's just that- you're this big rough guy and- shit, I dunno, I expected something else?"

"Rough guy, huh?" Joel chuckled. "What did you expect?"

"Anything but a carpenter... though I can see it now, with the shirt and everything."

You both chuckled. Joel bit his lip and stared at the ground for a while before giving into his curiosity: "I can't help but ask... how old are you?"

"Now that's not a very ideal question to ask a lady, isn't it, Mr. Miller?" You smirked.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry ma'am." He mocked and rolled his eyes.

"I'd say... around my late thirties?" You had no clue about precisely how many years it had been since the outbreak. "I was twenty when I joined special forces, six months later everything went downhill."

"I'd hate to break it to ya, but I think you're either forty or forty one."

You gasped: "Shit, already? What about you?"

"That'd make me around... God damn..."

"What, fifty?" You laughed.

"Something around that..."

You immediately stopped laughing, cheeks heating up a little. He can't be fifty!

"Forty eight," he mumbled.

"Well, if it's gonna make you feel better, you look a lot younger." You smiled.

"I can say the same for you. I thought you were no older than thirty-five..."

That was the first time you'd had a conversation other than the route. A genuine conversation about each other's personal lives- on some level anyway. It felt nice. Conversations like this with Joel, although brief, took your mind off things. Ellie's too of course, but sometimes she got a little too curious for your liking, but you weren't rude about it in anyway. And that's basically how it went until you reached Jackson: Watching each other's backs, small talk about the stuff that didn't relate to his and your background and slight teasing here and there. You became more comfortable around him after that night and he seemed to be getting more comfortable and trusting as well. You knew you shouldn't be getting too attached, as you knew you wouldn't be seeing them again after they left you in Jackson, but you couldn't deny the fact that they kept you going - that they kept you safe.

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Escape From Halloweentown {Jack Skellington x Reader}

Summary: When a game of hide-and-seek goes wrong, you find yourself lost in the woods without a way home. Whether it be fate, or just dumb luck, you suddenly find yourself in a far bigger predicament than you ever thought you would be- and it's not just because you can't seem to find your little brother.

**Pairing: **Reader / Jack Skellington. A very slow burn fic.

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~PROLOGUE~

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse…

Except it wasn’t Christmas, or anywhere close. Instead, you recited the familiar rhyme to your little brother for what felt like the thousandth time. Despite it being extremely out-of-season, this is the only bedtime story he would fall asleep to, and if it wasn’t A Visit from St. Nicholas, then it was out of the question. You knew almost every word by heart, barely glancing at the pages and instead opting to check every so often to see if your little brother had fallen asleep yet. You could tell he was struggling to keep his eyes open, and even though he was on the verge of being whisked away to dreamland, he still held on to every last word.

“...happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.”

You whispered the finishing line and just like that, his quiet snore filled the room. You gently closed the book and sat it in the nook on the shelf that it came from. You tiptoed away as silently as possible, leaving his dinosaur night-light on and shutting the door before you let out a breath you’d been holding to avoid making any unnecessary noise.

You walked down the carpeted hallway toward your kitchen, opening the fridge and searching the mostly-empty shelves for something- anything- to eat. You settled on a half-eaten container of hummus and some crackers that had been left out on the counter for God knows how long.

You were 17, almost 18, jobless and living in an apartment with your father and little brother. He worked long days, barely ever home to spend time with his kids in order to support them. Despite feeling lonely most of the time, you appreciated it immensely because, in the end, it was WAY more than your mother ever did. Your apartment was what real estate agents tend to call “cozy”; nestled in between the edge of a good-sized city and a large expanse of unkempt forest, you often prowled around outside to be completely alone with your thoughts.

The night was bitterly cold, the outside air seeping in from the walls and up from the floor, causing you to shiver and wrap your jacket closer around your body. The house had no heating; your family relied on warm clothes and fluffy blankets to keep comfortable during the winter, and fans and cold showers to stay cool during the summer. Sometimes, you did wish that you lived with your mom, although you always felt guilty for thinking that. To leave your brother, your father… all for what? Central air and heat? A full fridge? You knew the price you’d have to pay, along with the weight of your betrayal, would be more unbearable mental abuse.

You shook off the idea, throwing your scraps away and entering your bedroom. It was smaller than your brother’s room, and way less decorated, however it was yours. You slipped under the covers and curled up, pulling your knees to your chest and shivering for a while before your body heat became equally distributed and warmed you, lulling you into a dreamless sleep.

* * *

You hadn’t realized you were awake, but you suddenly were. Your eyes were well adjusted to the darkness of your room by now, so you could make out the dark shapes of the furniture and walls surrounding you. Outside your window, you could see the deep blue sky, a star or two bright enough to outshine the streetlights planted on the side of the road. You rolled over, stretching, and got comfortable once more before you slowly fell asleep again, only this time, your sleep wasn’t as dreamless.

You woke once more, the same dark sky you saw from your window now consuming everything around you. There was a myriad of stars above your head, brighter than you’ve ever seen them before. A canopy of leaves swayed back and forth in an invisible breeze, seeming to beckon you further, deeper, into this unknown forest. The ground beneath you lurched forward, your legs moving as if they had a mind of their own. You felt evanescent; every atom within you buzzed with energy but at the same time, you were almost completely numb to the world around you.

Further down the path swirled shiny, white flakes, the delicate crystalline designs somehow able to be seen by your human eye. They called to you, whipping your strands wildly about as the chill got worse, the hair standing on end across your arms and neck.

A voice… a small yip- or yowl- penetrated the sound of the air flying across your ears. A dog? Or maybe something more dangerous… a wolf maybe? No, you reasoned, it would have to be a coyote. You walked farther into the storm, squinting and shielding your eyes against the cold when all at once the sky lit up as if the sun had risen: An almost unbearable baby blue tainted everything in shadow, and then-

You opened your eyes, your vision slowly unclouding to reveal the plain walls of your room, your hands gripping the blankets you'd covered yourself with as you felt your body jerk upon impulse. Your heart beat fast and loud in your ears, sensing danger, yet, as always, there was none.

* * *

School was a drag. The hours kept getting longer and longer, the gloomy overcast sky not exactly helping with the problem. You kept zoning out while teachers were talking, your lids bobbing up and down until something startled you or a classmate noticed and shook you awake again. You hadn’t been getting the best night’s sleep, though you tried not to stay up late and follow the advice almost everyone’s parents gave to them:

Stay off your phone. Avoid bright lights. Go to bed early. Do something tiring before bed.

Hell, you’d even tried drinking warm milk! Nothing seemed to be keeping those odd dreams at bay, and every night you’d wake up with your heart hammering in your chest as if you’d just ran a marathon.

Your friends didn’t seem to notice that anything was wrong, and if they did, they didn’t say anything, so you didn’t bother to mention your trouble sleeping. They talked to you and carried on as normal, commenting on the upcoming tests and unfairly long homework sheets given to everyone.

“C’mon, it’s our senior year, AND fall break is almost here! It’s ridiculous that teachers are just loading us up with homework”.

“Well,” chimed in your other friend, walking beside you as Rebecca led the both of you, “senior year is supposed to be difficult. We’re going to college next year, did you forget?”

Rebecca rolled her eyes and continued walking while Hailey laughed, shaking her head at the group’s antics. You smiled, but kept quiet, following the other two outside through the heavy metal doors into the school’s student-filled campus.

All around you people swarmed into untidy lines. They rushed to busses, ran to the parking lot, or sat idly by at the front of the school. You waved farewell before you parted from the now-duo and climbed aboard your bus, barely registering the ride home. From there you shivered in the mild breeze, waiting for your little brother to step off of a similar-yet-different yellow transport.

When he saw you, he grinned widely, trotting toward you as his bag swang side-to-side.

“(Y/n)!”

He barreled into you, wrapping his small arms around your waist before you pried him off and let him run up into your apartment.

“What was that all about? Did something happen today?”

Thomas shook his head, throwing his backpack down in your living room with the rest of the mess that lay there. “I just felt like hugging you.”

You mouthed an, ‘oh, okay’ before beginning to head down the hall to your room, but, not to your surprise, you found Thomas bouncing up and down behind you with each step as he repeatedly said your name.

“What?” you replied, used to his antics by now.

“Can we puh-leaasee play outside? Please please please!” He begged, throwing his body around the hallway in a dramatic, childlike fashion. You humoured him and sighed, the edges of your mouth threatening to turn upward into the hints of a smile.

“Fine. We can’t be outside for too long though, I have stuff to do.”

“Why not-?”

“Because I said so. We play a little bit now, or not at all.”

He huffed and mumbled an ‘okay’ before practically flying down the stairs and out the door, leaving you in the dust as you halfheartedly ran after him. Once you reached the edge of your building’s property, you glanced around, waiting for Thomas to suggest a game for you both to play for a while.

He asked if you would play hide-and-seek with him, but before you could agree, he asked something somewhat… dangerous… for an elementary school student.

“-but let’s play in the woods! C’mon, it’ll be fun, I promise!”

You mulled the idea over before complying to him- not because you were a good older sister, oh no, it was because he was incessantly tugging on the hem of your shirt and hanging off of your sleeves until your top threatened to come off.

“Okay, okay! But we can’t go far into the woods, it’s not safe.” You pointed to a mangled trunk in the distance. “You can’t go past that tree back there, alright? And no cheating.”

He nodded furiously and let go of you. You could tell he was just excited to be outside with someone other than the neighbouring kids. You couldn’t really blame him- the neighbours raised their children to be socially awkward and unable to chime in or have an imagination. In Thomas’ words, they were ‘boring’.

You turned around, facing away from the tree-line and started counting down from ten. You gave your brother some extra time to hide- after all, he was up against you, his eight-teen-year-old sister. You finished counting and yelled the famous “ready or not, here I come!” line before you began to search for his bright orange parka and shaggy (hair colour) hair.

You trekked into the forest, the leaves and twigs crunching underneath your feet as you looked back and forth for Thomas. Minutes passed, and you started to get concerned about the lack of his presence in the designated play area. He couldn’t have gone very far, being nine and of small physical stature. Still, you called out his name, warning him that he would be breaking the rules if he passed the barrier you’d set before the game started. There was no response, and you sighed, pressing on.

“Thomas! This isn’t funny, you cheater!”

You checked your phone- twenty minutes since the game had started and there was no sign of him. He couldn’t have gone far, but that didn’t stop you from worrying. You called out for him again, louder and more frantic this time.

“Seriously, we need to go back!” You paused for a moment before bribing him; “I’ll make you some cookies! Just come here!”

Thirty-five minutes. You had circled around, thinking maybe he didn’t go that deep into the woods, but he was definitely nowhere in the shallows of the tree-line. Your pulse sped up and you thought of your dad coming home to only you and the police- a search party crossed your mind, as well as the guilt you’d feel if you didn’t find him. Your mind ran a thousand miles an hour, trying to focus on the orange parka. Orange parka, orange parka, orange parka, orange… Orange!

There, in the distance, just past the twisted trunk of the tree you’d set as the barrier was a flash of orange and the tell-tale snap of twigs under someone’s quick, evading footfalls.

“Thomas, stop running! Get back here, now!”

You broke out into a sprint, dodging thick trunks and gnarled vines, following the orange parka that somehow kept getting farther away from you. You breathed hard, and despite wanting to stop and catch your breath, you pushed forward.

“Thomas! Thomas, plea- Ugh!”

Your shoe caught a root hidden underneath the entangled blades of grass and you lurched forward, catching yourself on your hands and your knee. You scrambled back up, limping a few paces before you wiped the damp dirt onto your pants and sighed in frustration. Somewhere in the distance, you heard the distinct giggle of your little brother. You called out again, but to no avail.

You had half a mind to just go home, but when you looked behind you, all you could see was trees. You checked the time. It’s been an hour since the start of the game, which was supposed to be fun, yet the stress of it all coupled with your sleep deprivation exhausted you.

Your pace was slower than it had been before, the overcast sky darkening as time stretched on. You didn’t see Thomas anymore, nor could you find your way back to the apartment’s property. You had been running in a straight line, hadn’t you? You didn’t recognize anything when you turned around, nor did you when you walked back.

You tried different directions, but again, it was useless. You hated to think about it, but you were lost.

You checked the time again, unlocking your cell to send an emergency message to your neighbour detailing your time in the woods looking for your brother and asking if he knew the way back home. Your phone buzzed almost immediately, however not with a message you’d wanted to receive.

Message failed to send. Will try again when service becomes available.

You cursed under your breath. No service, huh? That was great.

You couldn’t just stay here. If you picked a direction and just walked in it, you’d eventually find a way out, right? The theory was sound enough, and so, without hesitation, you began to walk.

Soon enough, the trees started to thin, exposing a well-traveled path bare of grass and debris. A wave of relief washed over you, and you quickened your step. The brown of the earth beneath you became exposed as you reached a small clearing surrounded by a circle of trees with what looked like doors plastered on the front of each one.

...Doors? You furrowed a brow, confused as all hell. You stood in the center of the clearing, and sure enough, seven trees stretched into the sky with seven differently-decorated doors facing you in the center, gleaming golden knobs and all.

Despite your utter confusion, you drew closer to the tree nearest to you, running your fingertips over the carvings and delicate handiwork of the unmistakable Christmas tree. You reached for the knob, thinking maybe it would turn and reveal a secret hiding place or- or something, but the knob didn’t budge a single centimeter. You tried again, in a different direction, but the attempt yielded the same result as before.

You walked to the next tree over, and the next from that one, and the next from that one, trying each of the doors only for them to all stay stoic and unmoving. You still admired the craftsmanship and time put into the designs, regardless of whether or not they were completely functional, settling in front of the Halloween-themed tree and idly feeling the divots in the pumpkin’s eyes and mouth.

The sun started to set, casting a very orange glow on you and the circle of trunks. The rays shone particularly bright on your back, and while the warmth was welcome, you stepped out of the way to gaze upon the carrot-coloured sky. After all, it looked like you were spending the night here.

The beams focused on the knob, the warm light reflecting all around you in an intense glow almost as strong as the sun itself. Golden flecks danced around your vision; there was something so beautiful about the refracted light that drew you closer, distracting you as your digits reached out and played with the shadows they made on the knob. Your fingers barely brushed against the golden sphere, the warmth filtering through your skin and pouring into the rest of your body without any semblance of notice, shocking your system. You pulled your hand away out of impulse, as if you’d been burned.

Your eyes didn’t leave the door, nor the knob, and although you hadn’t turned it- only touched it- it swung open, beckoning you, calling you.

And exactly who were you to refuse such a warm invitation?

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The Aftermath ~ Part 9

Summary: y/n finally goes to a safe house and lo and behold, still isn’t safe. y/n, like thor, has no regard for lawn maintenance

Pairing: peter parker x reader

Warnings: swearing, angst, fluff, trauma

Word Count: 3744

A/N: yes i did indulge more sleepy trope, you’re welcome, but there’s a lot of angst right before it

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Happy was outside of the school with a car, waiting for me, when I got out of my last class. I had to finish my chem test during lunch, but that was fine, because it was sloppy joe’s that day, and I prefer to know the kind of meat I’m putting in my body. I talked to the rest of my teachers about being gone for the week, and with Mr. Morita backing me up, none of them put up a big fuss.

“Hey, Happy.”

“Ready to go?”

“You have my stuff, right?” He nodded. “Then I’m ready.”

“Woah, you're the guy who works for Spider-Man!” Eugene stopped beside me while he was walking to his own car and his jaw dropped to the floor. “Are you taking Y/N so she can be an Avenger?”

I slapped my hand over his mouth and slowly started heating it up. “Eugene?” He looked at me. “Shut up.” I took my hand off before I could do anything more than scare him, but he looked like he was ready to piss himself. “Remember how I turned into a lava monster in London and killed a lot of people?” I whispered. “Now someone is trying to kill me for it. So I’d appreciate it if you would keep all of this to yourself, okay?” He nodded, and I took my hand off his shoulder. He hurried away. “Let’s get out of here before anyone else recognizes you, Happy.”

“Happy? Y/N?”

“Hey, Pete,” Happy called over my shoulder.

He stopped beside me. “Are you going to the compound?”

“The detectives are insisting I go to a safe house, so we compromised.” I leaned close and whispered, “One of the detectives wants Spider-Man’s autograph. Think you can make that happen?”

“I’ll practice my cursive,” he whispered back with a smile. He pulled me into a hug and said, “Take care of yourself, Y/N. I’ll see you on Friday.”

“You too, Pete.” I threw my backpack into the back seat and sat beside Happy in the front, which took him by surprise, but he just started the car and drove away.

“So, you and Peter?”

I looked over at Happy and scowled. “Nothing’s happening, no matter what Sam says otherwise.”

He just shrugged. “Hey, I haven’t heard anything. I just see the way you two look at each other.”

Despite my best efforts to keep my heart under control, it jumped at his words and the butterflies started flapping around in my stomach. Could Happy read minds? The thought had crossed my mind before, but now more than ever I thought it was true.

“Like what?”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “I don’t know, Y/N, it’s just the look.” He glanced at me again, but I was actively avoiding eye contact. I knew if I did look at him I would just start crying, and I had avoided crying this whole time. But damn it, Happy was going to try. “You doing okay, kid?”

“Fucking peachy.”

“Yeah that’s what I thought.” He pulled off the road and into a five-minute parking spot, then turned and looked at me head on. “You can’t run away from this, Y/N. Try as you might, this is the real world, and it’s scaring the shit out of everyone. Why didn’t you come to Pepper after your mom disappeared?”

“I never thought to,” I admitted. “Sure, I hang out at the compound and get to pretend that I’m a superhero every other weekend, but I’ve known everyone for maybe two months? I — it just —“ I hung my head, the tears burning the corner of my eyes. “I’m just a kid, Happy. A kid that no one is especially attached to. I still had my dad, and I thought it could be handled.” I gestured at the car and him. “Clearly that isn’t the case.” I quickly wiped away the tears that had spilled over, hoping he didn’t see.

Well, he did. And he surprised me even more by pulling me across the center console into a quick hug. “You mean a lot more to everyone than you give yourself credit for, Y/N. Bucky nearly broke my arm for the keys because he wanted to be the one to pick you up. Pepper started calling private investigators the second you got off the phone last night and had FRIDAY checking cameras. Sam was ready to fly over all of Brooklyn to look for your dad. Don’t sell yourself short.” He pulled the car back onto the road and we slowly made our way to the compound, my chest a little less heavy.

Bucky practically dragged me out of the car and into a bone crushing hug the second Happy put it in park. “Thank god you’re okay.”

“It was a two hour drive, Bucky,” I said back. But I let myself completely relax in his arms. This was probably the safest I had felt in the last three days, and my body was feeling the difference. “Can we go inside?”

“‘Course.” He let go, but kept his metal arm wrapped around my shoulders. He grabbed one of my duffel bags and slowly walked with me into the compound. “Sam has a fat stack of pancakes waiting for you.”

An equally bone-crushing hug came from Captain America, and I almost broke down completely. “You’re okay, Y/N, we won’t let anything else happen to you.”

Anything else. God, the straw that broke the camel’s back. Because he knew what had already happened, but so help him if he wasn’t going to try and stop whatever happened next. “Thank you.”

“Come on, I got pancakes burning on the stove.”

Bucky put the rest of my stuff in my room, and the rest of the evening everyone watched movies and ate popcorn and tried to ignore the mounting terror that was growing in my throat.

It was around midnight when I walked into my own room, too tired to turn the light on. I kicked off my shoes and crawled into bed, jeans and all, but I felt something wet and sticky when I laid down completely. This wouldn’t have been the first prank pulled between myself and the Star Spangled Man with a Plan, but this felt different.

“FRIDAY, turn the lights on.”

I almost threw up. The sheets of my bed were covered in blood. I could feel it seeping into my clothes and hair. Who the hell got into the compound? Who the hell knew I was coming?

I started screaming — a perfectly natural response to the situation — and Wanda burst into my room. Her eyes were gleaming red and her magic was dancing on her hands. “Y/N, what the hell?”

I sat up completely and tried (and failed) to keep my voice from quivering as I said, “Wanda, can you call nine-one-one and get the officer from the patrol car in here, please?” She ran away quickly, already shouting out to FRIDAY.

I had seen enough cop shows to know not to move, because even my hair became evidence the second I laid down. “FRIDAY?”

“Yes, Ms. Y/L/N?”

“Y/N, what the hell, Wanda just told us —“ Sam and Bucky came crashing in, but stopped short at the sight of me covered in blood.

“Can one of you grab my phone and call ‘Detective Peralta?’”

Sam stepped forward and put the phone to his ear. “Yeah, this is Y/N Y/L/N’s phone. She has a couple things she wants to tell you.“ He put the call on speaker and held it close.

At this point, I was moving from my unbelievably-terrified phase to unbelievably-frantic phase. That didn’t make my urge to cry any less potent, but it at least helped me get through the next conversation. “Jake? Can I call you Jake? I feel like you’ve seen so much into my life in the last few days that I’ve earned the right to call you by your first name. Anyways, if you knew who you had just talked to on the phone you’d piss yourself. You’ll never —“

“Breathe, Y/N. Just shut up for a second and breathe.” I inhaled sharply, which was a bad call, because now all I could smell and taste was blood, which almost made me throw up all over again. “Okay, what did you call me about?”

“I’m laying in a pool of blood and I need you and the Nine-Nine to get here and do your fucking jobs because I’m freaking out.”

“Are you still at the safe house?”

“Yeah, and I don’t know where your patrol car officer is, but shouldn’t they be out here protecting me?” I would’ve kept chewing him and his precinct out, but Sam took the phone from my hand and gave Jake the ‘OK’ to come to the compound.

Wanda ran back with the officer behind her, both breathing heavy. “I brought. The officer.”

“About fucking time,” I muttered.

You’re acting like a bitch, Y/N.

Yeah, well, you unknowingly lay down in a pool of blood and tell me how pleasant you’re feeling afterward. ‘Frantic’ had left the building and ‘pissed as hell’ had taken full residence in my attitude. And the brunt of it was directed at the undeserving.

“Can you take some goddamn pictures already so I can get out of these clothes?”

“I, uh, should really wait for forensics.”

I groaned and looked at Bucky. “Do me a favor and give me something to throw.” He just stepped forward and held out his metal arm.

“How ‘bout something to hold onto.”

I ended up getting blood between the grooves of his plating, but Bucky assured me it was easy to clean. It took over an hour — even with all of their sirens — for the Nine-Nine to get to the compound, and another half hour on top of that for all of their pictures to be taken before I could shower and change clothes. Do you know how humiliating it is for a teenage girl to have to change and leave behind blood-soaked clothes for an entire forensics team to investigate and study? I hope you never have to know for yourself, because nothing made me want to claw my own eyes out and burn myself alive more than that.

I used Wanda’s shower, because her room was just across the hall, but I refused to sleep in a closed room anymore. I refused to even close my eyes, because it seemed that every time I blinked some other sort of shit hit the fan.

“Y/N?”

I was so fucking tired of hearing the sound of my own name.

“What’s the message this time, Jake?”

He didn’t bother sugar-coating it. He handed his phone over and I was too tired to stop the panic I felt in my throat as I looked at the barely-legible letters.

I will always find you.

“They are really milking this whole ‘five word message’ thing.” I handed his phone back to him. “It’s my blood, isn’t it?”

“You’re way better at this than you let on. Yeah, it’s your blood. Hopefully we can get something from the video footage, but given all of the connecting evidence, I’m thinking whoever is responsible will reach out in some way.” This was the part where he sighed heavily and looked disappointed in himself. “Unfortunately, because of the current state of the investigation, the FBI is going to be taking over this case. They’re already on their way to start their own investigation.”

“Of fucking course.” I stood up and started pacing, and before I knew it I was throwing pillows across the room. I reached for his glass of water and was ready to throw, but someone came up behind me and pulled my fingers away before I could cause any real damage. “Hey —“

Jess stood behind me and set the glass on the table. “Don’t start pulling that shit, Y/N. You haven’t thrown stuff since you were twelve.” Jake awkwardly stepped out of the living room, but it didn’t matter; you could’ve heard our conversation no matter where you were in the compound

I wiped at the tears on my cheeks. “Well I was twelve last time my parents left me, so, old habits.”

“Don’t go back to that, you’ve come too far.”

“Of course I’m acting like a twelve year old, that’s how I feel!” I groaned and grabbed another pillow, but this time I threw it at her. “I lost both of my parents in less than three days just when we were getting back to a good place! And all I want to do is scream and cry and burst into flame, but I have to be the adult and keep it all together when I feel like I’m dying!”

I didn’t care about how badly I was crying. I didn’t care about much of anything. I just wanted to finally have something as tangible and damaging in front of me as I did inside of me.

“Don’t tell me that I’m moving backwards, because I’m doing everything I can just to stand up straight.” I left her and ran through the front door, all the way to the edge of the property.

In Avatar: The Last Airbender, Iroh says lightning can only be handled by someone who is in balance. Well, that’s not necessarily true. Creating it, sure. But harnessing it from a different source? That’s a lot of emotion that has to be channeled into draining the power from one source and using it for yourself.

And boy did I have plenty of emotion.

I pulled the energy straight out of the sky. (Thor who?) It probably wasn’t the best idea, considering the sprinklers made everything in sight slightly damp, but I didn’t care; I couldn’t get fried, and anyone else stupid enough to follow me out here would soon learn a very important lesson.

My hands were glowing white with electricity. And I just kept pulling more and more of it out of the sky until all I could see was white.

And then I let it all go.

I screamed until my throat was raw. I screamed until I saw red. I screamed until there was nothing left in me, and then I kept screaming. The ground around me caved in and the blackened grass started smoldering and I still screamed.

And then I sobbed. I knelt on the grass and sobbed.

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I was determined to just sleep outside that night, but the adult-ier adults had a different idea. It was Bucky who finally braved coming outside and getting me. “C’mon, Y/N, let’s get you in bed.” He ended up just carrying me back to the compound, but instead of going to Wanda’s room — where I thought he was headed — he skipped that hallway completely and chose the next one.

The one with Peter’s room.

He lightly kicked open the door and gently put me on the bed, but someone sat beside me on the bed. My eyes flew open, ready to attack, but when they adjusted to the darkness, I just gasped and jumped into his arms.

Peter.

“Take care of her,” was all I heard Bucky say, and I felt Peter nod, but I didn’t dare look up. For a girl who’s barely known him for a year, I’ve become strongly attached to Peter Parker, and I was realizing now that he was a constant in my life that I sorely depended on (not so good in the long run, but I could worry about that later).

“How did you get here so fast?” A part of me wanted to look at his face and know it was Peter, but I kept my head in the crook of his neck, listening to his steady heartbeat and reassuring myself that was all I needed.

“Doctor Strange. Sam called him after you ran outside.”

I did finally look up at him, and tears I didn’t even know I had left decided to make an appearance. “Yeah, you never would’ve made it past the police line.”

He smiled softly (I would never get over that smile) and then leaned back. “Get some sleep, Y/N.”

He immediately felt the affect his words had on me. My heart jumped and started racing, my breathing picked up, my fists clenched. “Hey, hey, hey.” But one reassuring hand on my neck and jaw and I calmed down. Slightly. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good,” I choked out, “because I can’t lose anyone else I care about.”

I don’t remember falling asleep. I only remember a tangle of legs and Peter’s heartbeat under my ear.

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Quentin Beck was holding me by the throat. “You couldn’t stop me from killing all of those people. You couldn’t stop me from hurting Peter. And now you can’t stop me from taking your parents.” MJ and Ned and Flash and Betty and Peter and Mom and Dad all formed out of the rubble and then disappeared before I could save them. Beck squeezed my neck tighter and tighter —

I gasped awake. I couldn’t breathe deeply enough, my lungs refused to fill completely, and it was still dark enough outside that I couldn’t see anything around me. “It wasn’t real, it wasn’t real, it wasn’t real.” I rubbed my hands over my eyes, trying to erase the nightmare, but it wouldn’t go away; Beck’s hands around my throat were still there, like a phantom pain.

Then a hand gently grabbed my leg and I heard a yelp as I blew a gust of air at whoever it was.

Peter landed on the ground with a thud.

I crawled to the edge and let my adjusted eyes focus on his outline. “Shit, Peter, I’m so sorry.”

He rubbed his elbow for a second but then looked up at me. “Are you okay?”

“I just airbended you off the bed and you’re asking me if I’m okay?”

He stood up and sat beside me, his hand finding mine. “You weren’t breathing, Y/N. You were choking on air and it was scaring the hell out of me.”

“It-“ I wrapped my fingers around his and took a shaky breath, finally feeling like I had enough air. “It was just a nightmare.”

“Okay.” He glanced around and his eyes landed on the alarm clock. 5:13. “Want to go train?”

I was fucking exhausted. But at this point, I was taking Jake’s word and waiting for the next move. So maybe training would do some good. “Yeah, okay.”

We trained well after the sun came up. Peter kept to the higher alcoves of the gym, while I liked to stay on the ground. But we did a couple ‘blindfold rounds’ until we could easily pick each other out amongst the ‘noise.’

“One more blindfold round,” he said through his teeth. One of the bots clipped him in the side and he was leaning heavily, but he insisted. “As hard as you’ve got, FRIDAY.”

We tied our blindfolds around our eyes one more time and took our stances. At this point, we weren’t just practicing our gifts; we were (at least I was) letting go of our inhibitions toward each other. My attention was on him and the bots and nothing else. (If I wasn’t sure how head over heels I was for this guy, I was pretty positive about it now.)

“Three.”

I wiggled my fingers in anticipation.

“Two.”

Peter’s shoes rubbed against the floor.

“One.”

Don’t ask me how the tech worked. I still have no idea how they managed to create simulations that were actually tangible, but I was really grateful, because it meant Peter and I got accurate practice. I rolled forward, a shot barely edging above me, while Peter immediately went for the high ground, dodging the bots that tried to keep up.

I didn’t just try to feel them while they were on the ground, I honed in on the metal surrounding them and the electricity coursing through them. I ripped the bots to shreds and made them collapse in on themselves and caused sparks to flash across the room when I doused others with water.

Peter jumped on top of different bots and used his taser webs to take most of them down, but he threw some my way, and vice versa. The whole point of the training session was to build trust, and we were trying our best to be successful.

I couldn’t feel any more bots with electricity in the room, and Peter came down to the ground, but before either of us took our blindfolds off, I felt someone else step onto the mat. Someone I didn’t recognize.

I formed a water whip and wrapped it around the foreign person, then I ripped off my blindfold, only to see my water whip attached to thin air. Or —

“Who the hell are you?”

They were invisible. But I knew without a doubt that a person was on the other end of my whip. I walked closer and froze the rest of the water around their body with jagged edges leading to their head — at least what I assumed was their head.

“I said,” I reached my hands out and tried to find some purchase, “who the hell are you?” My fingers wrapped around what I assumed was their throat and I squeezed.

His facade gave out quickly. I didn’t recognize him, but that didn’t matter; FRIDAY was always monitoring.

“Hey,” Peter said quietly and put a hand on my shoulder, but I didn’t relent.

“Answer the goddamn question, or you’ll have more to worry about than some slight freezer burn.”

“It doesn’t matter who I am. They’re coming for you, Y/N, and they won’t stop until you’ve paid for what you’ve done.”

My grip lessened, just a bit. “When?”

“Soon.” A haggard cough escaped his lips. “You really shouldn’t have left your friends so vulnerable.”

My eyes went wide, and just as my grip slackened some more, Wanda and Sam barged into the room. Her red magic kept him trapped, and Sam put duct tape over his mouth. “FBI is already on their way. How did you know he was here?”

“I just did.” I let go completely and let the water thaw to a puddle. “How fast can we get to the city?”

Sam’s eyebrows creased. “Strange could have you there in seconds, why?”

“Something else is going to happen, and it’s going to happen there.”

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ilguna · 4 years

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Metanoia - Chapter Seventeen (f.o)

Summary: you will be crowned victor of the 75th hunger games.

Word Count; 7.5k

Warnings; swearing, DEATH AND GORE

NOTES: i give reader a last name to fit the world.

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An empty scream leaves your throat as you sit upright in the bed. For a moment, all you do is stare at the dresser in front of you, but then you slap a hand over your mouth, leaning forward and forcing yourself to take deep breaths in through your nose in an attempt to be quiet.

‘It’s not real,’ you think, closing your eyes, ‘I’m fine.’

The silence in the room is so overwhelming, it leaves nothing to focus on but the sweat running down your back and the fact that you’re shaking. Not even Finnick’s breathing is enough to calm you down.

You grab a fistful of the blankets, tossing them off you. As you get out of bed, you’re careful to keep quiet, taking the necklace with you. Navigating around the bed and to the corner where your socks and shoes lie is hard at first, but your eyes slowly become adjusted to the darkness.

You pull on the socks, drop the necklace into one of the boots, and then you grab the Holo with your other hand. As you make your way out of the room and through the house, you notice just how dark it is. Even at your victor house, it doesn’t get this dark. Partially because of streetlights, but also because there’s automatic lights.

They turn on and off by themselves. It keeps the house from being too dark, and since there’s a small history of victor houses being broken into; it prevents that somewhat. At least you’ll be able to see them, rather than feel the presence.

In the kitchen, it looks like either Hydri or Alioth had turned on the stove light, which is smart. A little light is better than no light. The two of them are still very passed out on the couches. Alioth has his back turned towards the couch, and Hydri is on her back, arm hanging an inch from the ground.

The perks of walking in socks means that your feet don’t stick to the hardwood, and you’re able to slide right on through without them having an idea. It’s easier than you thought it would be, considering you’re all supposed to be on edge with what’s happening.

You leave the apartment, shutting the door as quietly as possible. Outside, you fish the necklace out, put it on, and then you pull the shoes onto your feet. You drag your feet a little when it comes to the staircase, but the moment you reach the roof ladder, you pick up the pace.

After you turn on the Holo, you wander around the roof for a moment, trying to take in all the fresh air as you can. You stopped sweating a couple of minutes ago, but that doesn’t mean you don’t feel hot.

You turn the Holo over in your hand while you wait for the pods to load. Hydri will know the course best, but that doesn’t mean you can’t try to figure out a path yourself. Especially since you guys seem to still be a day and a half from the mansion. The walk only gets longer, the more pods you encounter.

And since they’re nearly impossible to avoid, you have to go through all of them. It would be so much damn easier if there was a way to travel from roof to roof all day. But after a while, the distance and the height between buildings are just something you can’t mess with anymore.

You yawn, rubbing your eyes. As you take a seat by the ladder, you watch the Holo slowly come to life. You mostly expect for the landscape to be blue, but the second that the Holo loads fully, you’re getting up from where you sit and you’re moving to the sides of the roof to see the streets.

There’s no one down there, of course. But there’s so many little dots in that one single place, it’s impossible. Just a couple of hours ago, this street had been clear for at least half a mile, and now you won’t be able to take one step before stumbling into something.

It just means that someone knows you’re here.

They sent peacekeepers once before, who's to say they won’t do it again?

You turn back to the ladder, being careful as you go down it so you don’t slip and fall. You don’t really want to make too much noise, waking them up like that is bound to give someone a heart attack. But the blood is rushing in your ears, because who knows how long they’ve known you’ve been here? Or when the peacekeepers had been sent out?

It’s better to be safe than sorry.

By the time you open the door to the apartment, Finnick is leaning up the counter in the kitchen, and Hydri and Alioth are pulling on their shoes. The moment they see you in the doorway, they relax and sit against the couch.

“We thought you ran off without your stuff.” Hydri says, “We were just about to go get you.”

“We have a problem,” you say, heading straight into the living room. You grab a hold of the coffee table with one hand, yanking it all the way out into the empty space. You press a few buttons to make the Holo project the land in a 3-d way, and then you set it onto the coffee table.

It takes a moment, but it pops out, and seems to rotate a little. However, now you can see where every trap is up close. And one of them happens to be right out on the sidewalk when you go to leave the building.

You stare in silence with everyone else. Finnick slowly comes over from the counter, arms crossed. He just barely stops behind you.

“We’re screwed.” Hydri says, there’s already a map in her hand, and she’s got her finger placed over a spot.

Slowly, Hydri gets up from the couch, with Alioth loosely following. She stops right next to you and Finnick, and the two of you lean in to see where she’s got her finger at.

“No more rooftops, and we can’t go underground either. We have to leave through here.” she taps on it a couple times, and then she moves onto the hologram, sticking her hand right into it to show you guys, “And since they rigged everything ahead of us, the only way to go is back.”

She looks right at you to see what you have to say.

“Well, if they know we’re here, won’t they send someone in? More peacekeepers?”

“No, they probably figured that we know we’re trapped now, so they’re not going to bother.” Finnick shakes his head a little, “And after the stunt we pulled at the last building…”

You hum, nodding to yourself as you turn to leave for the bedroom.

You guys can’t stay here, not for long. The food in the fridge is hardly edible, and everything that won’t expire for a couple years are already halfway gone. Plus, if you guys stay here too long, you’ll miss the mansion entirely, and the peacekeepers will come in.

So, no matter what happens, you have to get out of here. And with the gamemakers trying to set one path for you guys, they think you’ll only use that single option. They want you to think it’s a chance to escape, but they’ll just get you later.

You might as well keep marching into the danger.

You pull on the vest, buckling it up as you get into your backpack next. It takes a moment of shifting everything inside for you to find the metal balls, you have only three left. The others probably have a lot less than you. You’ll just have to use all of yours first, and if you can pick them up after traps, then you will.

These can be reusable, they’re heavy even if there’s a chunk or two missing from them. However, if they’re hotter than the sun, you’ll just have to leave it.

Back in the living room, Finnick, Hydri and Alioth are huddled around the map. Even from where you stand, you can hear them discussing the grand escape you’ll be making to get out of here.

“(Y/n), have you been in this part of the Capitol before? Do you know the streets?” Finnick looks behind him as a glance initially, but it must be the glare of the silver balls that make him take a second shot, “What the hell are you doing?”

“Not letting the gamemakers get what they want.” you tell them, “If they want us to stop, then they’ll have to fucking kill us themselves.”

You open the door without a problem, heading for the staircase, rather than the roof. The roof won’t be much help now, it’s all about the ground floor and what lies outside the door.

“(Y/n)!” Finnick calls, he’s going down the stairs a lot quicker than you are, “Can you think about this for a second? Do you remember what happened last time?”

You look at him, “I have thought about it, and we have three options. Two of those include setting off the trap.”

“The peacekeepers will come when you do it.” Finnick reasons.

You set two of the balls onto the table, turning the third one in your hand as you take your time with addressing Finnick’s worry. A smile slowly spreads onto your face as you look up.

“Then go grab our shit so we’re ready to go.”

“This is stupid.” Finnick comes down another stair, “You’re going to get us all killed.”

“No.” you seethe, “It was stupid to stop here for the night, like I fucking told you guys. Another couple of miles and we would be in the inner city already, away from the outskirts!” you take a step forward, “But you guys insisted, and so now we’re in a fucking pedophiles apartment complex, and it’s all your fucking fault.

“So listen to me when I say to go up there and grab the backpacks and shit. Because I’m getting us the fuck out of here, just like I did the last time. And once the traps are triggered, you can choose whether to march forward or run back to District Two. I don’t give a shit.”

Finnick isn’t happy, you can feel it boiling in your stomach, but he doesn’t say anything. He just breathes out through his nose angrily, and turns to go up the stairs. He stomps up them, and then goes as far to slam the apartment door behind him.

You approach the apartment complexes front door carefully, digging through your belt for the flashlight. When you click it on, you move it around the doorframe, hoping that it isn’t right here. And after a moment of inspection, you see that it isn’t.

Instead, it’s beyond the door just barely. It’s a sidewalk panel, you know this because the stain is gone. When you lean into the door enough, you can see the two panels beside the first one, the tire stain doesn’t carry through. And that stain has been here for years, and it was here when you first got here.

You even said something about it to Finnick, the fact that you were so surprised that they haven’t cleaned up the sidewalk even after all these years. Of course, he asked you how you knew this, but you couldn’t really give him an answer. Mostly because you don’t want to dig into it. It’s a long story.

You push the door open freely now. Now that you know what’s going to set off the trap, all you have to do is figure out how to get around it.

Whoever had come out here and fixed this, didn’t think through it. They might have thought that you’d skip over refined details like this, but you could never. Not even in your worst nightmare. You can still picture the apartment that Taurus died in, perfectly.

You might not process it, but you take in. The yellow curtains, the concrete grey couch. The counters were granite, a stainless steel sink, the fridge was pretty techy too. There was an abstract vase on the island counter with wilted sunflowers in it. You could go on and on about what was there.

The sidewalk has to be a weighted thing, right? It looks like it. There’s no wire, no cameras. If you step on it, something happens.

You chew on the inside of your cheek for a moment.

It would be stupid to test out how much weight it takes to set it off, wouldn’t it?

But the only thing you can think of is the fact that if there were surviving peacekeepers, they would tell the gamemakers how easy you set off their traps. It was a simple metal ball that weighed nearly five pounds. It was a flaw in their system.

And with the gamemakers, they’re going to want to fix a flaw, right? Make it so it can’t happen again? So, you should hypothetically be able to place your finger onto this panel without setting it off. Fuck, you could probably set the entire metal ball too. Especially if they fixed it.

You rub your bottom lip for a moment, staring at where the tire streak should have carried over.

It can’t hurt. If you’re wrong, you’re wrong. It doesn’t really matter if you’re dead, the others will be able to choose for themselves.

Humming, you set the ball down by your feet. You place your left hand flat against the ground as you lean yourself forward. As you grit your teeth, you reach over with one hand.

For a moment, all you can do is hover and think about how fucking dumb this is. If you’re wrong, it’ll no doubt kill you. But on the other hand, there really is nothing to lose.

You take a deep breath, and then you place your entire right hand onto the sidewalk panel, squeezing your eyes shut. There’s no click, the panel doesn’t sink, and you don’t feel any rumbling.

You scowl a little bit at the concrete.

“How anticlimactic.” you mutter, deciding to lean into your right arm.

Still, nothing.

You push yourself back.

“What the fuck.”

You look over your shoulder now to see who’s standing there exactly. It’s the three of them, with their vests and backpacks on again. Hydri holds the Holo with both hands, Finnick’s got your bag slung over his arm.

“What are you doing?” Finnick asks, his eyebrows are drawn together now, he moves forward to see, “Is that the pod? Why were you--”

You yank your backpack off his arm and toss it onto the sidewalk panel. You mostly expected it to be set off, but all that happens is the panel dips a little bit. It’s halfway triggered, it’s not even fully done yet.

“Jesus, these backpacks are literally a hundred pounds, you have to be kidding me.”

“I’m going to puke.” Hydri says, “My heart is beating so fast in my chest, I need a moment.”

You look back to see that Alioth is pale too, but he gives you a smile. Whether or not it’s for encouragement, you have no idea. He’s probably just trying to be polite, as most people do.

“Can we have a talk?” Finnick asks.

You stand from where you were crouching, “Later. We’ve got a couple hours of the night left, and then the sun rises. We get out of here at least, and then we can talk.”

Finnick grabs your arm, trying to push you into the building, you squint at him, “Now, (Y/n).”

You don’t know if it’s his fire or if it’s yours. All you know is that the two of you are adding gasoline to it. With his grip on you, and refusing to listen to you. He’s undermining you just like the rest of them.

You grab a hold of his collar, yanking him in with a tight fist. He stumbles forward, and he has to place an arm behind your head to keep him from falling into you. He’s maybe an inch or two away from your face.

“Let go of me before I throw you on the pod.” You threaten, Finnick doesn’t move for a moment, and when you twitch your hand in the direction, he finally lets go, “Now listen to me, because I’ll only say this once. Don’t fucking try me.”

You let go of him, “Now get the fuck out of my space.”

Finnick is still so very angry, but you try to ignore it as you move onto the pod. You take the backpack off, tossing it into the street. Then, you place your hands at the ends of the walls, and take the biggest step you can manage to take over the pod. You make it over just barely, the heel of your foot was still on it, but either way, you still got over.

Now that you’re in the street, you’re able to take a better look at your surroundings. The way you came does look clear, just like how the Holo had promised. And when you look ahead, you sigh, placing your hands behind your head.

It’s a fucking obstacle course.

“Give me one of those balls.” you tell Alioth, “Roll it to me, the pod won’t matter.”

Alioth follows your directions, kicking the one that was already by the door. You scoop it up in your hands, preparing to throw it with your stronger arm. You toss it in the air to get the feel of how heavy it is, and then you draw your arm back, throwing the ball with as much force as you can manage.

The ball lands right on top of one of the mines. You cringe, waiting for it to blow, but nothing happens. Not even fifteen seconds later when you’re still staring at it.

That just means that some of them are faulty, right?

Right, because the ball rolls right onto one that works, and blows the motherfucker sky high. You move away from the street, pressing yourself against the wall as you wait for it to hit the ground. When it does, it leaves a small crater in the ground where it was.

“Okay, good news and bad news.” you tell the others, “Good news is, nothing in the street. Bad news is that there’s a minefield that’s as sensitive as it can be.”

Alioth tosses his backpack over the pod, and you reach over to help pull him over. Next to follow is Hydri, and Finnick stands inside the doorway for a moment, the two of you staring at each other.

“Are you coming?” you offer your hand.

“I don’t want you to touch me.” he says.

You roll your eyes, moving out of the way for Alioth as he goes to help Finnick instead. Hydri hands the Holo off to you, and you tuck it into the backpack, and then proceed to sling that over your shoulders. Unfortunately, this means that those two silver balls are still inside of the building, and you won’t be getting them back.

You head off towards the minefield with the others. Hydri decides to go first, because no matter what happens, you’re all on the verge of death here.

You all spread out to make it easier. If you all go in a line, you’re probably more likely to mess up or feel pressured to rush. But if you’re going at your own pace, you can be extra careful.

It’s easy to move through them at first. The gaps between the mines are relatively large.

But the further you go in, the more they close in, and you’re just barely fitting your feet between the gaps.

You keep an eye on the mines you pass. In the back of your mind there’s a voice telling you to nudge every single mine you come across just to see what happens. It’s tempting at first, until you realize that Finnick can surely feel every stomach flip you get at the thought of doing it.

Plus, you’ll probably trigger all of them at once.

Instead, you settle for fitting between the cracks just barely.

“It’s impossible…” Alioth says, you look behind you to see that he’s stuck, “I--I can’t do this.”

“Alioth, breathe for me.” you tell him, “You’ve got legs, you can reach.”

Alioth shakes his head, there’s visible tears in his eyes as he shuffles his foot backwards, too close to a mine behind him.

“Alioth!” you shout, “Stop, don’t move!”

All of you are spread out, like you said. Alioth is on the end to the left, you’re to the right of him, Hydri is to your right, and Finnick is at the other end.

So if he even explodes one of these, you’re in the splash zone.

“Breathe.” you tell him, “Move carefully.”

“I can’t do it.” he says, moving his foot backwards again.

“Hey--” Finnick tries, but he stumbles over his own feet.

Hydri is still moving, eyes locked to the mines as she moves through them breezily.

“I want to go home.” Alioth chokes, “I can still make it there--”

Alioth twists his body, turning to go back.

There’s a sick feeling in your stomach that you think belongs to Finnick, but there’s really no way of telling. With the way that Alioth is moving carelessly, you’re beginning to feel a little green yourself.

“Alioth, focus on our goal.” you say, “To the mansion, we’re not that far.”

“I can’t do it.” his legs are shaking, and he’s holding his arms out for balance.

His feet barely skim a fucking mine and you can feel another part inside of you die.

“Shit!” Finnick shouts.

“Are you okay?” You ask.

“Fine.”

You look at Hydri, “Hydri--stop--”

“I can’t do it anymore!” Alioth yells, and you turn right in time to watch him step square on a mine.

You just barely manage to twist your body in time for the blast.

You lose your footing.

It throws you forward.

The ball of your right foot barely makes it into the space between four separate mines.

You swing your left foot up as far as you can to try and even out your balance.

It only makes it worse.

You reach out for the only spaces that will hold your hands.

When you finally stop moving, the backpack is hanging off to one side, and you’re struggling to lean the other way enough to make sure the backpack doesn’t touch the mines to your left.

Right in front of your face is the meanest looking bomb you’ve ever seen. The blinking red light is a dead giveaway that it’s active.

Tears spring in your eyes, and you try to take a deep breath to steady yourself.

“(Y/n)...” Finnick’s voice is faint.

You don’t move your head to look at him. You don’t lift your hands even though there’s a pain in your wrists. And you don’t move your legs no matter how hard they tremble.

And as if it can’t get any worse--Alioth’s body begins to rain down.

Still, you hold your position, trying to suppress the amount of panic that’s beginning to rise in your stomach. You don’t need this right now. You don’t need this. You don’t need to feel panic, you--you need--

Another explosion goes off.

You can’t see why at first, and you assume it’s because of one of the body parts hitting the mines. But when you raise your head, you can see that Hydri made it on the other side. Though, she’s now missing half her body.

Her mouth opens like she’s going to say anything, but nothing comes out. She falls over, head slamming against the concrete. She doesn’t move or make any noise after that.

Your throat feels so tight. You can’t breathe.

“I’m coming.” Finnick says, “Don’t move a muscle. I’ll get you.”

The tears run down your face now, and the second you can feel the snot coming, you rub it onto the vest. The smallest thing can trigger the mine. Just a gentle nudge can leave you just like the other two.

You dip your head, trying to breathe, but it’s such a struggle. All this weight on you, the fact that it’s so heavy and you’re so spread out. It’s hard.

“Don’t give up, please.” Finnick begs, he’s just getting to where Hydri’s line was, “I’m almost there. I’m almost there, just breathe for me.”

You should have just gone with Boggs. Or gone back to District Two after that first squad had exploded. That was your warning, it was such a clear fucking warning.

Your elbow buckles for a second, and you struggle to get it to lock again.

“It’s okay, I’m here.” Finnick is just above you, he’s got himself in a sturdy position.

He grabs a hold of the backpack with one hand, and with the other he gets you up straight enough so you can fix your footing.

“Lean on me, I can handle it.” He says.

You listen, holding onto his arm tightly as you find a new place to stand, right next to him. He goes to turn around, but you don’t let him.

You throw your arms around him, squeezing him tightly. Finnick doesn’t hesitate to bring you in closer, two arms around your back.

“We should keep moving, go the way Hydri went.”

“Yeah.” you agree, letting him let go first.

He takes your hand in his, leading you through. He manages to weave in and out naturally. Before you know it, the two of you are on the other side of the minefield, standing over Hydri’s body. Or--half of it at least.

Finnick crouches down, frowning at the amount of blood that you two are standing in. Regardless, he grabs what’s left of her backpack and moves it away from her body and off to the side. When he stands up again, you grab a hold of his jacket sleeve, turning him towards you.

“Yes--?” he asks.

You yank him closer, and then you throw your free arm around the back of his neck, pulling him to your face. And in that same second, you kiss him.

You expect Finnick to pull away, but he doesn’t. He leans into you, with one hand on the back of your head, and the other on your lower back. His lips are so very warm and soft against yours.

When Finnick does pull away, it’s only for a brief moment before he’s kissing you again, moving you towards the backpack so his back is to the mines.

After a while, you start to smile because you can’t keep a straight face anymore. Finnick is the same way, but he’s got a cheeky grin. He’s so very smug.

“What did you say a few weeks ago--?” Finnick asks, you laugh.

“Shut up, or I’ll take it back.” You go towards Hydri’s backpack, getting down to dig through it.

“Wouldn’t want that.” Finnick says, he lags for a moment, “We could just take the entire bag.”

“You’re willing to carry it?” you ask, looking at him.

“Anything for you,” he’s got a soft smile on his face, “love.”

You put the last bobby pin in your hair, taking a step back to get the full picture. You turn your head to make sure it’s what you wanted, and then you grab your hairspray to secure it all in place.

“How do I look?”

You look at Finnick through the mirror, watching as he turns his body from side to side. He then sticks his hands into his pockets, deadpanning and posing like someone’s taking pictures of him.

“Like a Capitol citizen. All we need is the jackets.”

“I’ll find them.” he promises, turning to go out the door.

You bite back a smile, waiting for him to leave before you look back into the mirror.

The pink shimmery eyeshadow helps, but what really sells the entire look is the eyeliner. You exaggerated it so much to make sure it would be hard to tell it was you. As long as someone believes you to be a citizen on first glance, it’s good enough.

No one is going to be looking too deeply at you. Your tattoos will be covered by the jacket sleeves, and with the way you did your hair and makeup, you look like a citizen. You’re going to get through all these people without a problem.

Finnick comes into the room bearing a long, pink, fur jacket. On the inside, the material is soft and slides on top of the dress easily. You zip it up, and then you pull the hood over your head. With another look to the mirror, you’re practically unrecognizable.

You move onto Finnick, helping him with his black coat. You pull the hood up, fixing his hair to make him look more unrecognizable. When you move away, you give him a satisfied smile.

On the bed lies the couple you killed. You didn’t really have a choice, you and Finnick are on the inner block of the city now. It’s a couple mile walk from here to the mansion. And with Snow’s announcement last night--he told all the refugees to head right to his mansion for help--you had to.

You and Finnick needed to be as close to the mansion as possible, and if that meant the two of you had to slip into the city during the quietest and darkest part of the night, so what? Killing the couple was going to happen whether you liked it or not, you’re just lucky she hadn’t screamed before you got to her.

“You got your swords?” Finnick asks.

“Secured to my thighs.” you tell him, “I’m ready to go, are you?”

“Ready as I can be.”

The two of you meet at the front door, and before he opens it up, revealing you two to hundreds of Capitol citizens, he offers his hand for you. You don’t hesitate with sliding your fingers into his, squeezing it.

“Look natural.” you tell him.

When he opens the door, you flick off the apartment light, moving out with him. You keep your head pretty low, but through your lids, you’re watching the people move through the crowd. Barely anyone had looked up at your guys’ appearance; this should be a lot easier than you thought it would be.

Finnick shuts the door behind you, and then he leads the way right into the crowd. Straight for the middle, away from the peacekeepers the gatekeep the sidewalk.

No one complains because of the pace you and Finnick move at. In fact, you two seem to blend right in. You’re not even that nervous with it, walking through a crowd of people like this is like cutting through melted butter.

In no time, you’ve made it past the first two checkpoints of the peacekeepers, which is a whole miles worth of a walk. And the further you go, the more you’re able to see up ahead.

You try to keep your eyes low as much as you can manage, but you can’t really help looking around the rooftops. There’s supposed to be hundreds of rebels here today, who knows how many are in the crowd with you right now. But knowing them, they’re going to try to go for someplace much higher.

“How far are we going?” you ask, “We’re going to get checked sooner or later.”

“Cressida mentioned something about a friend being up here--a boutique from a former stylist. She’s off to the left.” Finnick tells you quietly.

Your eyes drag to the left, now. As you do this, your eyes latch onto a wanted sign. It’s a picture of Katniss from the Quarter Quell. It’s a moment before her face fades out, and Finnick’s comes in.

You nudge him, mostly for the sign, but he finds something else. He pulls you right to the sign, and then past that to the shop behind it. He doesn’t stop at the door, he opens it just barely large enough for you two to slip in. Then, he shuts it.

It’s a boutique, alright. There’s coats, skirts and dresses all on mannequins for display. And as you’re looking through the room, your eyes land on a very real person. Her face has clearly been altered--not only by tattoos but also the whispers on her face… It’s obvious she was a stylist.

“Are you Tigris?” Finnick asks, pulling down his hood.

You can physically feel your blood run cold.

She squints, not noticing a difference with you, “Who’s asking.”

“(Y/n) Rosecelli and Finnick Odair.” Finnick says, “Did Cressida come by?”

She purses her lips, but nods, “You want to join them?”

Finnick goes to move towards her, but you yank him back, “What does that mean?”

“In the basement. Cressida, Pollux and Peeta are here. Katniss and Gale just left.” Tigris motions to the back of her shop, “Here.”

You allow Finnick to go, but you’re hesitant about it. Tigris uncovers a whole door by moving a rug. She motions for you guys to go down. He goes down first, and you wait until he gives you the clear.

While you wait, you clench and unclench your hands, trying not to keep your eyes on Tigris for long. You try to look at anything else in this little hallway. Up until Finnick finally gives you the clear to come down the stairs. After that, you don’t hesitate, and you don’t say anything to Tigris either.

And just as Tigris said, Cressida, Pollux and Peeta are down here. You take a moment to shed the giant pink coat, tossing it onto a rack of clothing. You come up behind Finnick, crossing your arms across your chest.

“You guys made it.” Cressida says, she stands from the couch, “I can’t believe it.”

“What do you mean?” you ask.

“There was a video of you guys in a minefield.” Peeta says, when he looks at you, the dark circles around his eyes are more prominent, “We saw everything, from beginning to end.”

You press your lips together.

“You guys have room down here for two more?” Finnick asks.

“Not going to chase after Katniss?” Cressida raises her eyebrows.

“Do you think we can catch up to them?” you ask, shifting on your feet, “We’ll look suspicious if we try to push through the crowd to find them.”

“You probably won’t find them, anyway.” Peeta mutters.

Finnick takes a seat on the floor, across from Cressida and Peeta. Pollux is off in the corner by himself, his head in his hands. You’d go talk to him, but you don’t know any sign language.

“Gonna sit?” Finnick asks, looking up at you.

“I’m sure you can tell the story just fine.” you say, running your finger through his hair, “I’ll be right back, I have to ask Tigris a question.”

“Sure.” Finnick says, he turns to Cressida and Peeta after that.

You head towards the staircase, and on the way, you pick up the fur coat.

The door is easy to open, it’s not locked. You shove it upwards, slip out, and then you cover it right back up. Tigris comes out from her office.

“What is it?” she asks.

“I’m going after Katniss and Gale.” you say, pulling on the coat, “Make sure Finnick doesn’t leave, alright?”

You zip up the jacket, being sure to readjust the dual swords on your thighs accordingly. After that, you unlock the shop door and slip out onto the street.

Katniss and Gale are going to be far up ahead. There’s a huge gap between you and them, which means that you’ve got to walk fast.

The second that you’re submerged in the crowd, it’s easy to slip between people. There’s gaps just barely big enough for you to go through, and since you’re so smooth with your movements, no one complains. By how fast you’re going, it’s not like they had time to either.

You couldn’t stay in that building. The moment Finnick said her name, you had to get out. After the apartment complex and the minefield, you can’t do it anymore. If you can get away from things that remind you of your first time in the Capitol, then you will.

You didn’t care about the route that Hydri had decided to plan out for you guys. No matter what happened, she knew that was the easiest and fastest way to get through the city. You and Finnick still made it here on the planned date, so Hydri did her job.

It’s the apartment complex that they chose to settle into for the night. The one you begged them not to choose, just a block or two more away from the building, and then you guys can settle. What was the difference? You guys would be closer to the mansion, and inside the zone for the evacuation.

Of course, you didn’t know about the refugee plan until last night, but that doesn’t really matter. An innocent couple wouldn’t have had to die, Alioth wouldn’t have had a panic attack in the middle of a minefield, and Hydri would still be right next to you and Finnick and not in half.

But as you said, they chose that specific building. The one with the tire streak out front. The building that was owned by one of your biggest buyers after you had won your games. And you wouldn’t have had to sleep in one of his tenants beds.

And now seeing Tigris? You didn’t recognize her at all in the slightest at first. She wasn’t as extreme back then, as she is now. It’s not really a wonder she was fired anymore, she’s completely disfigured the way she looked before.

You might have recognized her, but she definitely didn’t realize it was you. And if she did, she didn’t say anything about it. Which you’re grateful for, you’re not sure what you would have said to her. Especially after everything that happened…

“Hey!” A voice yells, you ignore it for the most part, continuing to move through the crowd, “You! In the pink coat!”

You slow down a bit, closing your eyes. The voice sounds pretty far away, you have time to unzip your jacket, slide out the right sword, slip the steel into your sleeve, and then zip the jacket up again. But to keep the sword from falling, you have to grip onto it, letting it dig into your skin as blood draws.

A firm hand is placed on your shoulder, as you’re wheeled around to face the peacekeeper.

You reach up with your left hand pulling the hood down just enough to get it out of your face. You make your voice a little higher, a little sweeter, “Yes?”

You widen your eyes. Innocent. You need to look innocent.

“What’re you in a hurry for?” he asks, he’s looking you over.

“I lost my sister-in-law and her husband, they’re up ahead, I can see them from here. I was just trying to catch up with them.” you draw your eyebrows together, “Is that okay?”

You can’t see his face, but he’s definitely thinking this over. It takes him a moment before he nods once, “Slow down.”

“Sorry.” you pat his arm a bit, turning back towards where you were walking.

You make sure to put as much distance between you and him as possible before you slip the sword right back to where it came from. You don’t want to look behind you, that’ll just make you look suspicious.

It’s only a few minutes later when you spot another couple of peacekeepers in the crowd, checking faces. In the middle of them, a pair of people turn around to walk against the current. You squint at them, thinking that’s peculiar. Then, you realize who it is.

Just like you had done before, you begin to push through the crowd. This time, you’re moving people out of your way, and you’re ignoring the ones who complain. Katniss and Gale must see that there’s another peacekeeper checking faces, because they turn right back around.

You manage to narrowly avoid the first one, and after pushing a few more people, you’ve made it to them.

“Gale Hawthorne.” your voice is hard, and out of shock, he turns the same time Katniss does.

“Who--?”

“Shh.” you make them turn back forward, “Move to the right, go.” you nudge Gale, pulling Katniss along.

The peacekeeper seems to follow the same direction unintentionally. In response, you put yourself between them. However, the peacekeeper doesn’t even get the chance to check you, because something explodes.

The ground shakes, and you, Katniss and Gale drop to a crouch to cover your heads. Screaming and gasps ensue from the bomb, and then someone finally yells; “Its the rebels!”

Then the bullets start to fly.

“How’d you get here?” Gale yells.

“It’s a long story!” you say, ducking down a little more.

You look up to where the bomb was set off, and you’re met with the sight of some volunteers on the balconies, guns in hand as they aim for the peacekeepers. However, they can’t control if a citizen jumps in front of the bullets or not. You guys are screwed just being here.

Looking behind you, there’s more volunteers flooding the street. They’re planning to attack on foot, and that’ll put all of these people in danger.

The ground shakes again, and you grab a hold of Katniss to steady yourself, quickly dropping your hand after. Only a second later, Katniss and Gale are getting to their feet, and they’re pulling you along with.

The three of you are quick on your feet, hopping over the people that lay on the ground. Some have clear holes in their backs, others are hopefully just playing dead in order not to end up like the others. The lower to the ground they are, the less likely they are to get hit by the stray bullets.

Both Katniss and Gale get over a concrete barricade, and you just barely make it before a bullet whizzes over your head. For a moment, you three have a second to talk.

“You’re here to help? Do you even have--” Gale begins to ask, you yank the coat up to show him the tips of the swords that have dug into your skin a couple of times because of all this movement.

“Finnick is with Peeta and Cressida.”

“You saw Peeta?” Katniss asks.

“Seems fine to me.” you tell her, “We barely had a conversation.”

Gale clearly doesn’t like this topic.

There’s a third explosion, one that makes concrete debris move through the air in a smoke.

Gale moves on without hesitating, taking a gun from a peacekeeper, and when he tries to get up, Gale kicks him square in the helmet. After that, you and Katniss are right behind him as you run towards where everyone else is gathering just outside the gates of the mansion.

There’s so many more peacekeepers up here, especially with all the armoured trucks. If you thought getting past them was hard before, this is going to be so much worse.

Right as you three barely clear an overpass, it explodes. Katniss and Gale duck, but you slow down a bit, turning your back to them as you stare. At first, it’s just black smoke, before it begins to collapse.

“(Y/n)!” Gale yells at you.

You turn to join them again, a little embarrassed that you’d allowed yourself to get distracted like this, but there’s so much going on. Explosions, there’s Capitol citizens running with kids in their arms. There’s loud wailing, guns being shot, bullets nearly hitting people.

You can’t help but to wonder what happened to the civility that Paylor had planned.

Your thoughts run short, because you run straight into a peacekeeper. His gun is already drawn, but it isn’t pointed at your chest just yet. But with the way the two of you stare at each other, it’s a race to the weapons.

You can only see his eyes behind those shades, how wide they are. It’s either panic or worry, and you can’t tell. Your hand has already drawn one of the swords, and you’re directing it to his stomach. With one hand on his shoulder, and the other on the hilt, you shove the sword in, eyes still locked with his.

You pull it out, thinking that you’ll be done, but you’re shoving it back in again, and then leaning your weight on it, tearing his stomach up more. Only then do you yank it out, and with one more swift motion, you kick his right knee as hard as you can. The snap fills the air, and he falls to the ground.

His pristine white suit is now damaged and red.

Almost entranced, you stand and stare.

You don’t know whether to be satisfied or horrified anymore.

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until the world ends // Lee Felix

genre: fluff, angst?? zombieapocalypse!au

word count: 4.3k

warnings: mentions of death, kinda gore? not really

AN: i worked really hard on this one, lmk what you think!

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The end of the world had started as quickly as the new world was born. It happened seemingly overnight, as one day you were sitting in your classes, and the next you were fighting off your infected family members. You had woken up to sluggish moaning and a pounding at your bedroom door, and at that moment you knew you had to make a choice. You looked around your room in a panic for something to defend yourself with, and the best thing you could find was an old, heavy textbook. With deep breaths, you readied yourself for whatever was behind the door. Relax, Y/N, you thought to yourself, it’s probably just your dad or something. But your dad had never made that grotesque of a groan before, and your sister had never screamed that loud in her life. At the sound of your sister’s cries from beyond the wall, you made your decision. When you opened the door, your eyes widened and your heart almost stopped with the sight you were greeted with. Your mom’s presumingly dead body laid in the hallway, and in front of her was your dad, breathing heavily and muttering incoherent words. His clothes were ripped and bloodied, and his skin was a gross greenish-gray hue. You turned to your silently weeping sister and shared a terrified glance with her. While your dad was hovered over your mother’s body, you took that chance to raise the textbook and smack it on the back of his head, leaving him unconscious. In a state of panic, you grabbed your sister’s wrist and sprinted down the hallway, towards the front door. However, you seemed to have underestimated your dad’s new zombie-like powers, because his hand shot out and took hold of your sister’s ankle, dragging her back to him. “No!” you shouted, tears streaming down your face. Your sister looked up to you with fear in her eyes.

“Go, Y/N! I will just drag you down. Survive for me!” she screamed, as your father dragged her closer to him. You couldn’t just leave your sister, and your dad, in his deranged state, knew that. Before you could react, he bit down into the flesh of her calf, and she was out. You sobbed, still confused, and sprinted out the door to the garage, looking for a better weapon than a textbook. As you looked around for something, anything, you could hear shuffling from inside the house. You choked back another sob and grabbed a shovel that was propped on the wall, and with that you ran away from the only life you have ever known.

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You sighed as you plopped down in front of your makeshift fire. As you poked the flames with a tree branch you found on the ground, you thought about your current predicament. After you fled from your home two weeks ago, you discovered that there was an outbreak of a brain-eating virus that basically zombified humans, called the Infected. When you first tried to scour a convenience store for some kind of materials to survive, you had found that the store had already been ransacked. You were lucky to find a spare bottle of water on the floor, and an old musty backpack in the parking lot near the dumpster. You also hadn’t seen any sign of life since being on your own, which filled you with a sense of dread. You were currently camped out in the woods, in a convenient clearing near the entrance of the forest. You always slept with your shovel in hand, but you didn’t get much sleep anyways. Visions of your family, alive and well, plagued your dreams. You buried your head in your hands at the thought of your sister and fought back tears. Your pity party was cut short by a shuffle in the woods, shortly followed by a masculine scream. Immediately, you put out the fire and stood alert, shovel in hand. As the shuffling got closer, your heartbeat quickened. Quietly, you crept in the direction of the sound. Y/N, what are you doing? You thought to yourself, and closed your eyes to calm yourself. You hid behind a bush, and slowly peered your head over it to investigate the situation. You were surprised to see a cute boy around your age fighting off an Infected with what appeared to be a stapler. A stapler? You thought. Odd choice, but I’m not one to judge. The Infected pushed the boy to the ground, but before the boy could react, you ran in and whacked it upon the head with your shovel. Before helping the boy up, you gave the Infected a few more hard pounds to the face for good measure. As soon as the boy was off the ground, you grabbed his hand and sprinted back towards the direction of your makeshift camp. As you were packing up your things in a panic, the boy turned to you.

“Thank yo-” he started, but was quickly interrupted by you.

“No time,” you whisper-shouted. “Here, hold this. Follow me.” You started running out of the woods, but the unnamed boy stopped you.

“Are you crazy?! We have to stay inside the forest, outside is a festering ground for Infected,” he said incredulously. You rolled your eyes.

“I know a place, trust me. It is right outside of the woods,” you replied. “Besides, didn’t you just get attacked by an Infected in the forest?”

“That was an outlier,” he grumbled, but continued to follow you. If he was being honest, he had no better option than to see what you had in store. You led him outside the woods, and followed a small footpath around the edge of it for about a half a mile, before veering off towards the mountains. As you got closer to the base of one of the smaller mountains, you found the hill. Your hill. You quickly scanned your surroundings, then gestured to the boy to come with you towards the south end of the hill. You found the mark you had made in the dirt with your shovel in the hill, and started digging. Once you got past the barrier you had set up, an opening emerged. You ducked your head slightly to enter, and the boy gave you a curious glance.

“C’mon, this is not a trap. Just get inside and I will explain,” you said when you noticed his gaze. He lightly scoffed, but entered the hole in the hill after you. After he was safely inside, you took a brown tarp from the ground and covered the entrance, then took a flashlight from your backpack to lighten up the space.

“Holy shit, where did you find all of this stuff?” he asked as he looked around the cave. You walked to the far corner and turned on a battery-powered lantern.

“I looked in places that not many people thought to look in. Who would’ve thought that an abandoned thrift store would have so many things that are essential in a zombie apocalypse,” you responded as you sat down. The boy cautiously sat across from you, still in awe. You were finally able to get a good look at him, and a sight he was. He was thin, and had light hair that framed his freckle-filled face. He was wearing a dirty and slightly torn windbreaker, black jeans, and sneakers. You looked down at your own worn hoodie and leggings and slightly chuckled. “However, the one thing I haven’t found yet is a spare set of clothes.”

He looked at you inquisitively, before saying, “We haven’t had a proper chance to introduce ourselves yet. I’m Felix.” He stuck his hand out for you to shake and smiled. You returned his smile, albeit not as bright, and reciprocated the handshake.

“I’m Y/N. Let’s try our best not to die.”

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Attempting to survive the zombie apocalypse with Felix by your side was definitely better than on your own, especially because you could actually get decent sleep at night. You guys would take turns to be on watch. Although you were in a decently sealed cave, you both thought it was better to be safe than sorry. The cave was set up as your main base, but you would occasionally venture out to search for more materials. You were currently in the cave with the tarp open, mapping out your next scrounge for resources. Felix was nearby in the woods gathering wood. Circling the next destination on the map, you suddenly froze as you heard a thud from the wall of the hill. Felix, I swear to God, you thought, grabbing your shovel just in case. You quietly stepped out of the cave and looked around. Seeing nothing, you shrugged and started to walk back towards the entrance of your base, when suddenly, you were pushed down to the ground facedown by an unknown force. A scream involuntarily left your throat, and you quickly flipped onto your back and held your shovel in front of you to push against what was holding you down. You were face to face with an Infected, and you had never been so terrified in your life. “Felix! Help!” you yelled, hoping it would reach him. The Infected snarled in your face, and it took all of your strength to continue to hold its weight away from you. As you remembered your sister’s last words to you, you let out a choked sob. You couldn’t survive for her, not when the Infected were this strong and all you had was a shovel. Nonetheless, you continued to fight back, hoping and praying that Felix, or anyone at this point, could save you from an undead fate. Your savior came in the form of a gunshot, and the Infected fell to the ground. Panting, you scrambled away from the Infected, and Felix ran up to you brandishing a handgun. He plopped down on the ground next to you and held your face in his hands.

“Are you okay?” he asked, eyes frantically searching your form for any injuries. With wide eyes, you nodded.

“Just a little shaken up is all,” you said, but your voice quivered. With his mouth set in a firm line, he nodded and helped you back to the base. When you safely returned, you turned to him.

“Where the hell did you get that?” you asked, pointing to the gun in his hand.

“Oh, this? I just found an abandoned camp in the woods, but I wanted to get you so that we could investigate together. Luckily, I picked this up before I came back, otherwise we both would’ve been fucked,” he said, then handed you a bottle of water. “Here, drink up.”

“Thanks,” you muttered, before you both entered a comfortable silence. You sat and mulled over the events that just occurred, while Felix started to prepare dinner. As he handed you a can of soup, he noticed your blank stare.

“Y/N,” he said, and you looked up at him. His gaze was undecipherable. “Did I ever tell you about how I ended up in the woods by myself with only a stapler to defend myself?” You shook your head. Felix had never discussed his past before, and neither had you. You both were too focused on being in the present and surviving to dwell on the past. He continued. “Well, I used to travel around with one of my best friends, Chan. We stayed in the woods, because there was less of a chance of being found by Infected. One day, I was out of camp, collecting firewood while Chan stayed on base.” He paused, looking away from you to take a deep breath. “I was only out for an hour, but when I came back, Chan was nowhere to be found, and our camp looked like it had gone through hell and back. I assumed the worst, and just grabbed my backpack and ran. When we had to evacuate our town due to the outbreak, Chan was the only one there by my side. For some stupid reason, I only thought to bring a stapler from home. You found me on the same day Chan die-” Felix’s voice cracked, and his eyes were glossy. You set a reassuring hand on his knee, and he glanced at your face once before continuing. “You found me the same day Chan disappeared, with a fiery look in your eyes and ready to smack anyone who got in your way with a shovel,” he said as he met your eyes, giving you a small smile.

“Felix-” you started, but he interrupted you.

“No, Y/N, I’m not done yet. I almost see it as Chan sent you, for me. To remind me why we are fighting so hard to survive this. If you hadn’t been there for me, I would have given up and died. But now, I have a reason to survive, and fight back, so thank you,” he finished, giving you a smile that made your insides melt. You tackled him in a hug, and buried your head into his shoulder, trying to fight off tears. After composing yourself, you tore out of his grip to look into his eyes. You gave Felix a shy, red-cheeked smile, and he swore that nothing shined brighter than your eyes in that moment.

“I don’t know what I would have done if I hadn’t found you. I was starting to lose hope, after losing my family and being by myself for so long. Thank you, for being my light in the darkness,” you said, whispering the last sentence. It seemed almost impossible, but his smile widened even more after your words.

“Okay, Y/N. You had a long day, I’ll take first watch,” he said, taking both of your soup cans. You nodded, and began to set up your bed. You laid down and closed your eyes, but not before wishing Felix a good night.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

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After your near death experience, Felix was a lot more protective over you. He insisted that you both go everywhere together, and he never let you out of his sight. You understood why, but that doesn’t mean his overprotectiveness didn’t get on your nerves at times.

“Felix, can I at least piss without you breathing down my neck?” you snapped one day. He pouted at you.

“But what if an Infected comes out of nowhere mid-stream? You would be completely defenseless! And vulnerable!” You rolled your eyes.

“I think I will be fine for five seconds,” you said. He huffed out a breath of annoyance.

“Fine,” he said before he left you in peace. You scoffed at his dramatics.

After you were done, you joined Felix in front of your cave. He handed you your backpack and shovel, then led you towards the woods.

“So, where are we going today?” you asked as you slightly trailed behind him.

“We are going to check out that abandoned camp I found the other day,” he responded, while holding some overhanging branches up for you to walk under.

“You really think it’s worth it to check it out? What if we show up and there’s nothing?” you questioned. He looked over at you, a cocky grin on his face.

“Trust me, Y/N. I found a loaded handgun there. Who knows what else we could find?”

Felix was right about finding something at the camp. However it wasn’t an extra gun, or nonperishable food as you had hoped.

“Is that… a dog?” You looked down, and sure enough, a wide-eyed corgi was staring right back at you. “How the hell did that get here?” Felix held his arm out in front of you, preventing you from stepping any further.

“Wait, Y/N, it might be rabid or something,” he said as he cautiously approached the panting dog.

“I’m pretty sure we would see foam coming out of his mouth or something,” you replied, sidestepping his arm and crouching down next to the corgi. You pet the dog’s head gently, and it leaned further into your touch. You glanced at the name tag. “I guess his name’s Bowser,” you said.

Felix crouched next to you and started to pet Bowser. Bowser jumped into Felix’s arm and he laughed. “Guess we have to keep him now.”

“Dude, it’s hard enough to take care of ourselves. No way are we taking a dog with us too,” you said sternly, giving Felix a hard glare.

Felix gave you his best puppy dog eyes, and your will nearly crumbled right there. “But Y/N, we can’t just leave him to die!”

“Where will we find food for him? No, final answer,” you said as you started to search the rest of the camp for something valuable. Felix held Bowser up in his arms.

“Oh, you must’ve been so lonely, Bowser. But you don’t have to be anymore, as soon as Y/N quits being a big meanie,” he spoke in a cute voice to the dog. Bowser softly howled, almost as if in agreement with Felix.

You rolled your eyes, even though Felix couldn’t see it. “Fine, we can keep him,” you huffed. “But you’re finding food for him.”

“Oh, don’t you worry, babe, I got it,” he smirked. You blushed at the pet name, then remembered the reason why you were here in the first place.

You turned to him with your hands on your hips. “Okay, back to work. Try to find something useful,” you instructed. Felix set Bowser down and saluted you.

“Aye, aye, captain,” he said with a wink. You just rolled your eyes and regained your focus on the bag you were rummaging through, trying to calm the racing of your heart. If the Infected didn’t get you first, Lee Felix was going to be the death of you.

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Weeks passed, and you were still adjusting to the addition of Bowser. You quickly warmed up to the dog, but it was hard to constantly keep track of him. Felix’s great idea of feeding him was to just let him go out and find his own food, which seemed to be successful. Until Bowser is gone for an unprecedented amount of time, sending you and Felix into a frenzy, only to realize that he was curled up under a blanket in the cave the whole time. You were starting to dislike Felix’s idea, but you had other things to worry about.

“Y/N,” Felix called from inside the cave. You were outside, starting a fire for dinner.

“What?” You called back.

“C’mere, I think we have run into a bit of a problem.”

You entered the cave to see Felix hunched over the map, Bowser at his feet. When he noticed your presence, he showed the map to you. You furrowed your eyebrows.

“What’s wrong with it?”

He pointed to all of the circles that have been crossed out. “There’s nowhere else nearby where we can look for materials. We’ve already hit all the spots in our area.” You nodded, seeing where he was going with this.

“We’re going to have to move our base,” you said. Felix nodded. “But where will we go?”

“Well,” he started, “we can go north of the mountains, see what’s up there. Or we could go back into the woods and try to make it out to the otherside.”

You hummed, thinking. You wanted to avoid the woods, considering your guys’ previous luck there. But north of the mountains was uncharted territory, and you didn’t know how many Infected lingered there.

“Why don’t we just go through the mountains? There can’t be many Infected there, it would be too risky for them,” you suggested. Felix gave you a grim look.

“But what about resources? There would be nothing there,” he said. You pondered it a little more. It wouldn’t hurt to go back to the woods for a short while.

“Okay, then how about we go to the woods, look for resources and stock up, then head towards the mountains?”

“I mean, I don’t have a better plan,” he teased. You smiled and shoved his shoulder. “Hey, that’s my good shoulder!” You rolled your eyes.

“Oh, shut up, you big baby. Let’s leave for the woods tomorrow then. I’ll make dinner tonight, you map it out as best as you can,” you instructed. He bowed at you.

“Anything for you, my princess,” he smiled up at you with a twinkle in his eye. You just huffed and returned to the fire, trying to hide the blush in your cheeks.

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That night, you couldn’t sleep. You had taken first watch, but thoughts of Felix plagued your mind the whole time. Every time you tried to close your eyes, his annoyingly adorable smile popped up, and no matter how many times you tossed and turned it wouldn’t go away. Bowser noticed your restlessness, and escaped your grasp to sit in Felix’s lap. You sighed and sat up, giving up on sleep. Felix glanced at you and chuckled.

“Up so early, Y/N?” he asked teasingly.

“Shut up,” you grumbled, as you got up and tried to calm your messy mat of hair. You gave up and just tied it back.

“I still think you look the cutest when you get up,” he said, smiling at you. You instantly flushed and glared at him.

“Quit saying stuff you don’t mean,” you said weakly. He just playfully rolled his eyes and started to pack for your excursion into the woods. You joined him, and soon enough you were ready to go. Felix stepped out of the cave with Bowser in tow, and you sealed up the entrance to the hill. Then you were off to the woods.

“I really hope this doesn’t take long,” you muttered to yourself.

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It took a long time. After walking for hours and finding nothing, you decided to set up camp for the night, A.K.A. a small fire and sleeping bags. As you set up the fire, Felix laid out in his temporary bed and watched you.

“Y/N, do you think we will have to live this way for the rest of our lives?” he suddenly questioned. You tensed up, not expecting him to say that. Then you sighed.

“I hope not, I don’t know how much more of this I can take. It’s exhausting.” Felix hummed in agreement. He looked away from you before asking his next question.

“If this ever ends, will you still be by my side?” You scoffed.

“Of course! After this, you’re never getting rid of me,” you said. Felix finally met your eyes and smiled.

“Good, you’re not getting rid of me either.” You gazed into his eyes, trying to decipher the look he was giving you, when you were interrupted by a distant bark. “Bowser!” Felix exclaimed, scrambling to get up. You grabbed your shovel and a flashlight, and ran after him in the direction of your dog. When you finally found Bowser, you were pleasantly surprised at where he was. It was yet another abandoned camp, but this one showed promise. The fire was recently put out, but a lot of resources had been left behind. You entered one of the abandoned tents before Felix could stop you, and gasped at what you saw. Felix came in right behind you, and his eyes widened at the sight.

“Well, looks like you can replace your shovel now,” he said. You stepped closer to the loaded assault rifle, but hesitated before grabbing it. Were you really doing this? The moment you opened your bedroom door to your Infected father, you felt like you were in a neverending fever dream. But no, this was now your reality. And so, you picked up the gun. And as you picked up the gun, you realized that you were not the same person you were all those months ago when this started. Hell, you weren’t even the same person you were yesterday. But as you looked over at the freckle faced boy beside you, you think that maybe your change wasn’t so bad afterall.

You turned to Felix, a determined fire in your eyes. “I will do whatever it takes for us to make it through this alive. Even if that means that I have to use this against whoever or whatever gets in our way. There’s no way in hell I’m losing you now.” Felix smiled knowingly, bringing you into a hug. He gazed into your eyes, then lowered his lips to yours for a short, sweet peck.

“I love you too, Y/N,” he whispered in your ear, before cackling and pulling away. You blushed with a frown on your face.

“That’s not what I- oh nevermind, just forget it,” you sputtered, looking everywhere but his face. He continued laughing.

“I know you love me back, even if you don’t admit it,” he teased. You waved him off, but didn’t try to hide the smile breaking out on your face.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Let’s just head towards the mountains.” He straightened up and saluted you.

“Yes ma’am, you lead the way,” he said with a bright smile. You wouldn’t say it out loud, for fear of sending his ego into sky, but you loved him back. You knew that no matter what happened in the mountains, you would always feel alive by his side.

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O5 - “airplane pt. 2″

genre: strangers to lovers!au, angst, fluff

pairing: jimin x reader (f)

summary: they say home is where the heart is. you’re convinced yours was taken the day your father died. until you meet jimin.

you believe in love but after watching men cycle through your mother’s arms, rocky relations with ex-boyfriends, and broken friendships, you no longer see it in your future. so much so, you never settle in one place long enough to call it home, choosing a job where you’re always on the go and on your own.

on a chance encounter on a flight from new york city to bali, indonesia, you meet. flustered by jimin’s flirty advances but understanding and good-natured tendencies, you start to fall. what starts off as a work-trip soon blossoms into a budding romance, but will jimin’s secret destroy the relationship before it’s had the chance to truly begin?

word count: 5.4k

warnings: cursing, mentions of anxiety, talks of heartbreak

a/n: i thought i should post this while i had the motivation lol. this has a lot of background for their past relationships with a lil twist so i hope you enjoy it. this is the last part i have completed so updates for this story might be a while but winter break is coming up so i should have more time. i just really want to do the next part justice you know? anywhoo. as always, thank you vi for reading this beforehand and pls leave any comments and thoughts in an ask. i’m curious to the reactions of jimin’s relationship history. enjoy everyone and think you for reading!

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There were no thoughts of Tiago when you woke up that morning. Your cheek was pressed against Jimin’s back as your arm was draped over his upper body and your leg slung over his lower back. His breathing was deep and even as he slept peacefully beside you. You realized you’d technically only taken a nap as no sunlight peeked under the curtain, only the artificial lights from the street signs gently illuminating the room.

The events of last night came rushing back to you and you pulled away from Jimin, surprised at just how bold you’d become.You’d truly felt comfortable enough to share a deep part of your life story with a man that you’d known for two days. A man that you had a crush on. A man that had almost kissed you in the middle of a dive bar in the middle of Hong Kong. Jimin was encroaching on dangerous territory.

A ping! came through on your phone which you realized was across the room with the rest of your things. You groaned at the thought of having to leave the comfortable confines of the bed. Another loud ping! dragged you from the warmth of the sheets, choosing to crawl over Jimin’s legs instead of his lap, remembering the previous morning’s antics. Checking your phone, you saw three unread messages from Michael.

Michael: Good afternoon Y/N! Have you any word on when you’ll arrive in Bali? [1:09]

Michael: So I haven’t received a call or text from you. I assume everything is fine, or Park Jimin has killed you. I hope it’s the former [4:17]

Michael: So clearly he’s killed you. I’ll be sending his name and social security number off to the authorities [4:19]

You snorted at Michael’s messages as you inched your way back into your spot though Jimin had claimed the majority of your space in his sleep. He didn’t stir as you slipped under the covers, but rested his head against your chest as you laid on your back; you didn’t have the heart to move him as you responded to Michael.

You don’t have his social security number Michael. I’m fine. We just had a long night. And our flight is leaving some time this afternoon. I’ll get the details from Jimin and send them to you

[4:22]

Michael: You don’t know that. And a long night? Y/N, don’t tell me you were in the arms of this man when you’ve only known him for at most 2 days [4:24]

So what if I was? You’ve definitely done worse

[4:25]

Michael: You’re right. But this is one of the areas where I don’t lead by example. Please tell me you used protection at least [4:26]

Gross, Michael. Nothing happened. We just went to the museum (I saw Garland Sans) and then went for dinner and some drinks

[4:27]

Michael: A museum, dinner, AND drinks? In ONE night? Sounds like a date. A classy one at that since you said there was no fucking [4:29]

Michael: AND YOU SAW GARLAND SANS WITHOUT ME?! WITH HIM?! HOW DARE YOU! [4:30]

You’re honestly so crude. There was no fucking. It was just a casual hangout, nothing crazy. Also, I didn’t know his work was going to be there. I don’t think it’ll be the same exhibit in New York so we’re fine

[4:33]

Michael: A casual hangout where you forget to text me back? I beg to differ. Spill [4:34]

You chewed on your lip as you stared at Michael’s message. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to tell him what happened; Michael was more than just a manager, he was also like a best friend. The problem was you didn’t really know how to describe last night. You barely understood what had transpired yourself. Throwing caution to the wind, you laid out all the details of the previous night.

Michael: … [4:53]

Michael: Y/N, this man did NOT wine and dine you and you left him hanging out to dry! Have I taught you nothing? [4:54]

Michael: I just - I cannot believe you got lucky like this. Well, not that kind of lucky. Either way, he didn’t actually kiss you so maybe he deserved that. An art curator at that. And he lives in NYC? You really are living in the moment. I’m so happy to hear after that S.O.B. [4:55]

Michael: Wait, does this mean you’re in bed together now?! [4:55]

It wasn’t that type of night! Like you said, I’ve known him for TWO DAYS. We can’t just have sex. And

I guess so; Tiago hasn’t been on my mind as much lately. Yes, Michael. We’re currently still in bed. Jimin’s sleeping

[4:58]

Michael: It’s the 21st century, Y/N. Live a little. You’re a modern-day woman. It’s been a year and a half love, I would hope he wasn’t. Not when you have a man that sounds like he’s sex on legs wrapped around your finger. [5:01]

Michael: Please send a pic. Thanks! [5:02]

He is not wrapped around my finger! And I’m definitely not just going to send you a picture of him sleeping! That’s weird!

[5:05]

Michael: Booo! This would be for the authorities Y/N. Think about your safety [5:07]

I am. So safe from you and your antics when I’m on the other side of the world. I’m going to shower, I’ll text you later

[5:09]

Michael: Oh you’re a dirty girl! Ask Jimin to join you. Remember to text me the flight details [5:12]

You chuckled at Michael’s attempt to make you uncomfortable. There was no way in hell you would do that. Jimin wasn’t wrong when he said you could barely look at him with clothes on and you blushed as the increasingly inappropriate thoughts tried to break through the barrier of unconsciousness and consciousness. You felt Jimin tug you closer as you tried to slip out of his grip again.

“Where are you going?” he mumbled, still half asleep.

“To go take a shower,” you said while trying to push him off you.

“No,” he whined. “Don’t leave me.” He snuggled closer and you laughed.

“Let go, Jimin. I smell gross; I’m basically leaking alcohol from my pores at this point.”

“I don’t care. You’re warm and I want to sleep more.”

“You can still sleep while I go and shower.” You pinched his side and he jerked away from you. His glare was comical as he struggled to locate you with sleep-heavy eyes. “So you’re ticklish? Good to know.”

“You’re mean,” he pouted as he rolled over onto his stomach after you’d successfully vacated the bed. “And it’s early as fuck. Wake me up when it’s a reasonable hour to be a human being.”

“You don’t even know what time it is,” you mumbled as you closed the door on any reply Jimin could make.

You welcomed the sting of the hot water against your shoulders, soothing the knots in the back of your neck. Letting the water run through your hair, you smoothed it out of your face. Massaging your scalp was therapeutic nowadays, especially since it was so much shorter. You hadn’t grown it out in a year and a half, now enjoying the short dry time and the new woman you were; Tiago would have hated it. You sighed as he resurfaced and you washed him away again with the simple smelling body wash. By the time you were dressed in your last clean emergency clothing, your hair was already drying.

The smell of coffee welcomed you as you sat down to add the final touches to your Saipan video. It wasn’t hard to get lost in editing, your brain working overtime to adjust the exposure of the film, fade out the titles, and sync up the music. You relished the peacefulness of the early morning quiet, your life seeming to return to its normal rhythm even if just for a few moments. Your moleskine journal with edited itinerary notes sat next to the steaming second cup of black coffee just as the breakfast rush started to roll in and along with them an extremely flustered Jimin.

“Y/N!” he crashed into the seat opposite you. “I thought you left!” His backpack sat beside yours on the floor as you stared at him confused.

“Where could I have possibly gone, Jimin?”

“I don’t know. You weren’t there when I woke up and neither was your stuff. I thought I overstepped last night and made you uncomfortable,” he said. Droplets of water fell from his hair and onto his white t-shirt. Your face softened.

“I needed some coffee. And to get some work done. You really thought I would have left you?” you asked curiously.

He shrugged and pushed his hand through his damp hair. “What reason would you have to stay?”

You opened your mouth and closed it. Jimin was right. You didn’t have to stay. It was possible that you could have just gone to the airport, given them your name, and be set - though that would have made for an awkward conversation whenever Jimin arrived as your seats were next to one another. You watched him head over to grab some food, greeting Sonia in passing, as he piled his plate high. He returned shortly after with Sonia and handed you a plate of fruit.

“She says you’ve been down here for hours and haven’t touched a thing; you need to eat. And she wanted to know if you enjoyed yesterday.” Sonia stood at the end of the table expectantly.

“It was really great. The museum was incredible. I really can’t thank you enough. And Jimin was a great tour guide. Did she see the pictures?” Jimin shook his head, his mouth stuffed with food as usual, before he thumbed the polaroids out of his wallet. Sonia cooed and the two of them chatted again, a slight blush overtaking the tips of Jimin’s ears.

“She said you look really beautiful and she’s happy you enjoyed yourself so much.” You thanked her as you chewed on a grape, wondering what else Jimin had left out of his translation. Too much was said for it to be condensed into a two-part sentence.

“What time is our flight leaving, Jimin? Michael wants me to send him the details.”

“So flight leaves at 1:40 pm and we board at 1:10 ish -“

“Holy fuck Jimin!” You slammed your laptop shut. “It’s 12:17! We have to go. Now. Fuck!” You shoved your journal into your backpack, the chair almost tipping back as you shot up from your seat. It took a few seconds for Jimin to realize just how far away from the airport you were before he too was out of his chair and shoving the last piece of pastry into his mouth. Sonia looked alarmed as you tried to return your dirty dishes until Jimin explained and she grabbed the plates out of your hands and yelled for William.

You bounced your leg as you watched William weave through the midday traffic. The leather of the seat bench stuck to the underside of your thighs. Lunch hour traffic in Hong Kong was just as bad as in New York and you willed yourself to remain calm as you cruised down the highway. The wind roared through the open windows and whipped your hair around your face. It was torture leaving the fate of your on-time arrival in the hands of a man you had literally met yesterday in a pickup truck that you were sure was a few years older than you. You envied Jimin’s ability to look peacefully out of the window at the bustling city while the coil of nerves bundled tight in your belly rolling like the waves of the deep sea.

Michael had not texted you back and you worried that somehow your phone service had been cut off again. An irrational thought because it was nearing 1 am in New York, but your brain had seemed to have left rationale back with Sonia. The comfort that your early morning wake up had given you in addition to the previous night’s adventures had been ripped away from you. It was no longer only you and Jimin in the back seat; anxiety had squeezed in beside you. Tears pricked your eyes in frustration as you prayed you wouldn’t have another delay in finally getting to Bali.

“Don’t worry, Shutterfly. We’re going to make it. You’re not missing this flight. I promise,” Jimin said to you as William followed the signs for the departure terminal. You could barely offer him a smile as the looming structure that was Hong Kong International Airport grew closer.

William pulled his truck over to the sidewalk between a Kia and a Buick, the vehicle looking extremely ancient compared to the other two. “Have a safe flight. And Sonia expects to see you both again soon okay?” William declared. Jimin hopped down and turned to help you out of the truck.

“We’ll do our best,” Jimin muttered, glancing at you. “Thank you for everything, William. I’ll let you know when we land.”

“Thank you, William. It really meant a lot, you taking me in and stuff,” you added and he gave your shoulder a squeeze through the open window as Jimin shut the door.

“You two should hurry. Go,” he shooed you towards the terminal doors. Jimin said goodbye once more and then was pulling you through the automatic doors.

The two of you breezed through the other passengers checking their luggage as you used the machine kiosks bypassing any potential cheery airline workers. Jimin trailed behind you as you zipped through the slow-moving passengers, your eyes focused on the glass doors leading towards the security checkpoint.

“Hey! Slow down, Shutterfly. We’re going to make it, even if we have to run,” Jimin said as he picked up his pace to catch up with you. You did not want to have to run. You had never run for a flight in your entire life and you did not want to start now. You bounced from side to side as you moved painstakingly slow towards the immigration officer perched on her high chair. It was already 1 pm, but no one else seemed concerned, probably actually on time for their flight. You rolled your shoulders, trying to loosen the tension nestled between them.

“It’s okay, Y/N. It’s okay.” Jimin slipped his hand under your hair, his thumb rubbing gentle circles between the base of your neck and shoulders. You sighed and removed his hand, turning to face him.

“It’s not okay, Jimin. I don’t even know if they have my bag,” you huffed. You stepped forward to hand your passport and boarding pass to the officer.

“I’m sure they do, darling. As long as you have your -”

“I remember what you said about the tag, Jimin. That doesn’t change the fact that I could land in Bali without my bag. I don’t even have enough time to ask someone about it,” you snapped while placing your camera bags into the grey bins, your shoes following after. Jimin said nothing further as he emptied his own backpack, the book he had been reading more dog-eared than when you first saw it along with a leatherbound book.

Just as you were passing through the body scanner, an announcement blared through the terminal. “This is the last boarding call for passengers Park Jimin and Y/N Y/LN on flight 7860 with services to Bali, Indonesia at Gate C9. Again, would passengers Park Jimin and Y/N Y/L/N please report to Gate C9 for flight 7860 to Bali, Indonesia? Thank you.”

“Shit,” you exclaimed, shoving your hands through your hair as another TSA officer looked over your scan. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!”

“Alright, you’re good.” You didn’t wait for the last word to spill from his mouth before you were back in front of the conveyor belt waiting for your stuff to pass through its own scanner. Quickly and as carefully as you could, you zipped your cameras back up and tucked them into your backpack. Your hands were shaking.

“Don’t worry, Y/N! I got you!” Jimin called out as he moved around you. He was already packed up and taking off by the time you’d secured your things. You stared in disbelief as you watched him run through the departure terminal, not caring how many people stared at him. It looked like you would be doing the same.

You chased after him, clutching your passport and phone in your hand, chest heaving as you watched Jimin’s head disappear further into the crowd. Fuck, he was fast. You dodged the small children that waddled along with their parents and the elderly couples that squinted up at the screens to find their correct gates. Your legs burned as you pushed through the pain, the hallways of the airport being much longer than you remembered. You couldn’t afford to miss this flight.

Rounding the corner to gate C9, the seats were empty. The rest of the passengers had already boarded the plane. A few of the airline employees milled around getting ready to close the gate. One was arguing with Jimin who refused to walk through the doors so they couldn’t close it.

“Look! There she is. I told you!” Jimin was standing in the doorway leading down the aircraft gangway, blocking the airline employees from closing the door. They looked highly irritated.

“Miss Y/L/N?”

“Yes, that’s me. I’m so sorry!” you apologized while handing over your boarding pass for it to be scanned. Your face felt hot from all the attention but you pushed it down. There was nothing else to worry about.

“Have a safe flight,” the employee mumbled as he handed you back the pass. You smiled, relieved.

Jimin grinned at you as he jogged towards the plane, his hair bouncing with every step. “I told you we wouldn’t miss the flight, Shutterfly.”

Ignoring all the nasty looks you received as you walked down the aisle of the plane, you and Jimin flopped down into your respective seats, tired from your sprint to the gate. The usual airplane routine started up as the plane left the gate and you relaxed in your seat as you watched the tarmac roll by through the window. Running was not your forte and you wondered if you should have considered Michael’s offer to be his plus one at Planet Fitness more seriously. You could feel the sweat bead around your hairline. A shower would be great once you reached your accommodations. You sat up abruptly.

“Fuck,” you whispered, grabbing your phone.

“What’s wrong?” Jimin asked, fastening his seatbelt.

Scrolling through your numerous email notifications, you saw the one you were praying wouldn’t be there. Airbnb reservation canceled in the subject line. Fuck.

“Ma’am, could you please turn off your cell phone or switch it to airplane mode? The plane is getting ready for departure,” a stewardess chided you. You nodded and tucked it back into your pocket, dazed. In 5 hours and 5 minutes, you would be landing in Ngurah Rai International Airport with nowhere to stay for 9 days. Shit.

“You’re chewing your lip again.”

“Huh?” You looked over at Jimin who was still reading The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka, his body feigning disinterest but you knew he was paying attention to you.

“You were chewing your lip. It’s your tell-tale sign that something’s wrong,” he replied as he turned the page. You opened your mouth to protest but closed it quickly. He was right.

“How did you know though?” you asked, tucking your hair behind your ear, now extremely conscious that he had been observing you.

“What are you worrying about? Your project? Y/N, it’s going to be amazing. This is what you love doing, right? You can do it,” Jimin encouraged, bookmarking his page and looking at you.

“I don’t know, Jimin. A romantic getaway? That displays passion and love? Those are things I haven’t felt in a very long time,” you noted. The memories of Tiago swirled at the corners of youe mind and you sighed in frustration that you thought about him again.

“Bullshit,” he said. Jimin tucked his book into the seatback pocket in front of him. “Love doesn’t have to only be romantic, Y/N. There are so many incredible forms of love out there. The love people have for their families, for their jobs, for their - I don’t know - neighbors they only see on Sundays because they do laundry at the same time. We love just because. There really doesn’t have to be a reason,” he finished. You stared at him. His brown eyes were bright with passion and his face was set in determination to convince you what he was saying was true. You were amazed at his belief in his own words.

“Do you think you could say that again? On film, though.” He laughed at you as you went to pull out your camera but he stopped you.

“I keep telling you, Y/N. If you want me to be your muse, all you have to do is ask,” he said with a smirk. You rolled your eyes as you rested the camera in your lap. “But if you really do want my help, I’ll be happy to work with you on your project.”

“Seriously?”

He nodded and smiled. “Seriously. This is important to you. I want to help.”

You tried to hide your smile. Though it was something simple, Jimin supporting your craft was something you hadn’t experienced in years. People didn’t believe in the arts as much as they liked to consume it. “Thank you, Jimin. That really means a lot to me.”

“Remember I told you I’d show you what love is? This is a great way to do it.” Jimin grinned as you laughed at him.

“And what do you know about love, Mr. Park?” you asked jokingly. Jimin averted his eyes, his smile less vibrant than before.

“You’d be surprised,” he said with a shrug.

“More lessons from Mr. Park Sr.?” you joked again, poking his shoulder, trying to lighten his sudden change of mood. He chuckled lowly.

“Some. A lot I learned on my own.”

“A lot? What’s your favorite one?” you posed. You were intrigued about a Jimin who had seen these many sides of love. Who was he beforehand? How had he changed? “Have you ever had your heart broken?”

“Yep,” he said, popping the ‘p’. “A few times. I guess you could say the last one was the worst,” he commented.

“Would you like to share?” you asked gently, not wanting to overstep your boundaries.

“I can. Especially if it’ll help you believe in love.” He wiggled his eyebrows and you shoved his shoulder gently. “I assume you’ve also had your heart broken?” You nodded. “Hmm. Well, Shutterfly. Sit back, relax, and let me tell you the story of Alexandria.” Jimin eased his seat back and turned his head to face you, his fingers laced and resting in his lap. He looked as though he was in a therapist’s office to talk about his trauma and the feelings associated with them. Depending on the nature of the story, he might need to go and see one.

“Lexa and I met during my Freshman year of college. She was tall, slim figure, very ‘plain Jane’ except for her copper-colored hair. She was really a brunette, but in certain lighting, it looked red. Then she started toning it - it doesn’t matter. Anyway, I was hanging out with a bunch of friends in the library studying for this major test when she walked by and that was it; I was a goner. We ended up having a class together the following semester where I found out she was a Sophomore -”

“Ooh! An older woman?!” You perked up in your chair at the new detail. “I never would have -”

“Pegged me for the type? We’re back on that, Y/N?” he asked with a wry grin. You blushed at the memory and sank back down.

“Continue,” you whispered sheepishly.

“So she was a Sophomore studying Psychology with a minor in Creative Writing. She was a force to be reckoned with and I thought I had no chance with her until she asked me to hang out. I honestly couldn’t believe she was interested in me. We didn’t start dating until my Junior year of college, both of us traveling abroad the previous year, and we were really happy together.” Jimin smiled fondly as he recalled the memories and your heart fluttered in anticipation of what went wrong. “I proposed at my graduation while she was -”

“Excuse me? What?!” you exclaimed, staring at him in shock. “You proposed?!” He laughed at your reaction.

“Of course. I loved her and it was the right thing for me to do at the time,” he replied. That couldn’t be it.

“You got her pregnant, didn’t you?” He laughed again, this one vibrating through his entire body as he clutched his stomach; he didn’t seem concerned about the noise level.

“No, Y/N. I proposed because I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.”

“Wow,” you breathed, amazed at his level of commitment at such a young age. To know who you wanted to spend the rest of your life with and be ready to take that risk? He had to be crazy. “Wait. How old are you?”

“I’m 26. This happened around 2 and a half years ago, I think. Well, it’s been 2 and a half years since she called off our engagement,” he added matter-of-factly.

“Fuck,” you grimaced. “What happened?”

“She fell out of love. She wasn’t there when I woke up the following morning - we had moved in together while she worked on her thesis and I started grad school. The ring was placed on a neatly written note and all of her things were gone. Said she needed a man that had a little more - she ‘couldn’t put her finger on it’. Less stoic, more spontaneous. Something like that.” Jimin shrugged, the smile no longer reaching his eyes.

“But she knew how you were when you first got together. That’s some bullshit,” you muttered. Anger flared deep in your gut as you thought about this Alexandria stealing away in the middle of the night leaving Jimin alone to deal with the consequences of her actions as the sun rose.

“No need to crucify her, Shutterfly. She made the best choice for her -”

“But she hurt you,” you interrupted, frowning.

“I don’t disagree, but she taught me my favorite lesson: love freely and without expectations. I lost myself trying to prove that I could be this manly man. That I was man enough to deserve a woman as incredible as her. I lost her because of impossible expectations I placed on myself. We were both at fault; she could have said something sooner. I just wrestle with my own transgressions more. At the end of the day, it made me a better man.”

Love freely and without expectations. How could he say that when the woman who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with left him? Alexandria was foolish to leave someone as admirable as Jimin behind. Your heart ached at him waking up and her no longer being there, having to read that she no longer wanted him. You guessed some explanation was better than having the door closed right in your face.

“And you survived all of this?”

“I’m here, aren’t I? Broken hearts aren’t as bad as they seem, Shutterfly.”

“To you, Jimin. Though I don’t know how you got through that,” you said shaking your head in disbelief.

“The same way you got through yours,” he replied seriously. “Tell me about him. Why don’t you believe in love anymore?”

“It’s not that I don’t believe in love anymore. I just don’t expect it to happen to me for a very long time,” you said pushing your hands through your hair. Jimin waited for you to continue expectantly. You sighed and threw your head back against the seat. “Alright, fine. His name was Tiago. I met him when I moved to California with my best friend. He was a TA in one of her classes and she introduced us. He was tall, Hispanic, with the tight ringlet curls. They were sun-bleached because he spent so much time at the beach. He had the most beautiful hazel eyes too,” you added. You don’t think there was a woman alive who could deny how attractive Tiago was.

“He was smart too, attending law school - Gould School of Law at USC to be exact. I was working as a photography assistant in a studio downtown and he seemed interested in my work. We started hanging out and after a few months, we started dating. Things were really good for a while. I thought I had found my home in him, especially after leaving Milo back in New York. I thought he understood what I was going through. He didn’t.” You closed your eyes as you breathed through the memory of the pain.

“After a year of good times, things started to get weird. Some random phone calls he started taking in other rooms, less planned dates, less attention overall. I ignored it, especially after we had a conversation about possibly moving in together. That was a little too far for me so I was thinking of giving him a key to my apartment - I had gotten a promotion at the studio I was working at and could finally afford my own place,” you said with a grin. “I went to his apartment with the key in a little box and when I knocked on the door, a woman answered.”

“Shit,” Jimin whispered. He rested his hand on your knee and you looked at him with a small smile.

“Yeah. She asked who I was - if she could help me, and before I could answer, Tiago appeared looking fresh out the shower and said I wasn’t ‘anyone important. Just a friend of a friend’s who was supposed to take their anniversary portraits’ and closed the -”

“What the fuck, Y/N?! Please don’t tell me that he closed the door in your face.” Jimin’s grip tightened as his jaw clenched. You nodded with another small smile. “That fucking asshole!” he roared. The lady in front of you turned to hush him. He ignored her.

“Mhm, he closed the door in my face. I think I stood there for 2 minutes before I called an Uber and headed home. A few days later, he texted me and told me that we couldn’t be together anymore - like no shit, dumbass. I found out through the grapevine that she had been his girlfriend for 2 and a half years on and off. They were very much on when we were dating. Remember that friend I told you I moved to Cali with? Apparently she knew but didn’t know how to break it to me. I packed up and moved to San Diego which is where I met Michael. He had seen some of my short films from a little exhibit we had on campus and thought he could help me get more work. That was a year and a half ago,” you finished.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. He was a fucking dickhead to do that to you.” You waved Jimin off.

“Michael says the same thing - actually he calls him a son of a bitch. It’s fine though. But that’s the story. I’m still healing and building up trust with people. So I believe in love, I’ve just had some bad luck with it,” you said with a shrug. “I try not to dwell on it because -”

“It makes you anxious?” Jimin suggested. You gave him a tight lipped smile. His thumb stroked over your knee in soft brushes. “Well, we won’t talk about him then. Fuck him,” he grinned.

“Thanks, Jimin,” I laughed.

“And we’ll get this project done, yeah? Together?”

You looked at Jimin. He was smiling at you, his front tooth a little crooked but gleaming nonetheless. Tiny dimples appeared around the corners of his mouth - something you hadn’t noticed before. The little sun you had been in while in Hong Kong had started to turn his skin a caramel brown and you remembered the smoothness of his skin as you laid in bed. As the corners of his eyes wrinkled with warm affection and you smiled.

“Together.”

full masterlist // series masterlist // previous // next

joon-ipersgirl, 2020

#jimin fanfic #jimin x reader #bts fanfiction #jimin fluff #bts fanfic #fic: bitter and beloved

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grogunotfound · 3 years

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Move In Day

PART ONE OF THE DILEMMA SERIES

Word Count: 1.1K

A/N: Originally posted on Wattpad @ un-predictable (:

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Ever since you received your acceptance letter to the college of your dreams---Thrombey University in Massachusetts---you spent every waking moment thinking about stepping onto campus for the first time.

To say you were excited was an understatement. So, when it was time to move into the dorms, you felt as if it was the best day of your life.

You adjusted the heavy cardboard box in your hands, "Come on, Chris! I want to set up my room as soon as possible so we can explore the campus together." You smiled at your hometown best friend, Chris Evans. He happened to be a year older than you, meaning this was his second year of college.

You and Chris were inseparable all throughout kindergarten to high school. You two met through both of your guys' moms, who also happened to be best friends. Since the first day you guys met, you too could not go a day without each other. When he left for college, you were heartbroken.

He was one of the few people you were able to click with at school. People found it weird that you were friends with someone older than you, which it wasn't, but students could be very judgmental.

You didn't let the teasing get between your friendship with Chris. He wouldn't let the people in your class talk to you in a rude manner either. One time during your junior year and his senior year, he caught two girls chatting about how Chris could do so much better than being friends with a "loser."

"Chris?" You asked, "Are you okay?" You noticed he was glancing over at two of your classmates talking about something from the other end of the lunch table.

"Y/N, we're best friends, right?" Chris asked hesitantly.

You laughed, "Of course. Why would you ask that?"

"I don't know, I feel like I don't deserve a friendship like ours. I'm such a loser." He sighed.

"Chris, if anything, I don't deserve you. You're so much more popular than me." You shook your head and gave him a little smile.

He turned to you, forcing you to look him in the eyes, "Y/N. Our friendship means everything to me. I just hope that you don't think that I devalue it in anyway. No matter what people say. You're so freaking awesome and I wish people would notice that."

You smiled gently, "Thank you, Chris. That means a lot."

"I just hope you won't let anyone pick on you or say mean things to you when I leave for college. I won't be able to protect you anymore if I'm a couple of hours away."

"Let's not think too far ahead. We still have a couple of months before you leave from Thrombey. Hey! I still can't believe you got a full ride scholarship for lacrosse there." You nudged his shoulder to cheer him up. You knew how other people's words got to him easily, even when they concerned you.

"Thanks, Y/N." He smiled back, a smile that still caused your heart to flutter no matter what...but you couldn't let him know that. "Some people may think you're a loser, but you're my loser."

You rolled your eyes, "Whatever."

You guys would FaceTime and text every night since Chris left for college. You loved hearing his frat house stories and what college life was like. You couldn't wait to join him, continuing your close friendship at the same university.

"I know, Y/N!" Chris was dragging along a cart full of other boxes with a backpack stuffed with clothes hanging off of his left shoulder.

"Y/N, sweetie, you sure you don't want to just go back for everything in rounds?" Your mother heaved as she struggled to keep the boxes balanced in her arms.

You paused in your tracks and turned back to her, "We have enough people to carry all my stuff in one round. We're fine!"

You smiled at your mom and Chris helping you move into your dorm. You couldn't wait to settle down for your first night of college. You weren't sure how your mom would feel though. You two shared a close bond ever since your parents divorced. It's been hard for her, so you tried your best to fill the void in her heart.

"Hey, Y/N. Do you want to set your box in here?" Chris gestured to the wagon he was pulling.

You shook your head, "It's alright. I gotta build some stamina for when I run across campus to get to my classes on time."

He laughed hysterically, clutching his chest. "Y/N, it's not always this hectic." He gestured to everyone carrying containers and luggages. "It's just moving day. It won't be like this all the time."

"Look who's talking, lacrosse boy." You stuck your tongue out at him and continued walking towards your new home.

He rolled his eyes and sighed, still giving you a toothy smile through his growing beard. "You're annoying."

"And you're my best friend," you laughed.

He sighed and rolled his eyes playfully, "Unfortunately."

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"Is that everything?" Your mother asked, huffing as she unpacked the last box in your dorm room.

You smiled and nodded, "I think so. Shall we?" You looked over at Chris, throwing your bag over your shoulder.

"We shall." Chris offered his arm to you, which prompted you to link your arm through his.

"Hey, sweetie, before I go, when's your roommate coming here?" Your mom asked after giving you an intense hug and gesturing to the empty side of the room.

You shrugged, "I think she was planning on doing it later this evening because she flew in this morning."

"Where's she from?" Chris asked.

"San Francisco," you smiled, "How cool is that? I've always wanted to go there."

"Ooh," your mom sighed dreamily. "Okay, okay. I'll go now. Have fun you two! Chris, please take care of her."

Chris nodded, "As always, ma'am."

Your mom laughed heartily, "Still going to call me ma'am?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Okay, Mom. I love you! Have a safe trip back. Make sure to FaceTime when you get home." You kissed your mom's cheek and hugged her tightly one last time.

"I'll miss you, sweetie. I know you're only a couple hours away, but it feels like I'm never going to see you again." She pouted.

You groaned, "Mom!"

She giggled, "Okay. Okay. I'll be okay. I'll see you for Thanksgiving break."

After you and Chris walked your mom back to her car, you two decided to look for your classrooms.

"You ready?" Chris wrapped an arm around your shoulders and gave you a tight squeeze as you stepped into one of your class's building.

You smiled, your heart beating a million miles per hour. "More than ever!" With that, you strutted down the hall in search of your history classroom.

#chris evans #ransom drysdale #steve rogers #reader insert #marvel #knives out #fanfiction #wattpad #captain america

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repulsivepangolin7 · 4 years

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SEAL Team fic. Crush pt1

A/N: So, I recently fell into yet another wormhole and binged the first two seasons of SEAL team in less time than I should have used to watch it. I figured out a few things: 1. This show is freaking awesome once you get your bearings. 2. Sonny is cool, I dig him. 3. I love Full Metal (Like seriously, what a highly qualified dork!) And 4. There is NOT ENOUGH Scott Carter (Full Metal) fanfiction.

Oh, and as some of you MIGHT know… I’m too hung up on H/C and whump… Word count: 1860

You forget to be scared after a while. That was the truth for some of them at least. The problem wasn’t when you were neck deep in a FUBAR situation, it was when you were trying to get some shut-eye at home in your own bed. You took a deep breath and pushed the fear down and moved on.

But one thing was for sure, life had an impeccable way of telling you to take a breather every once in a while. Nature’s way of telling you to slow down a bit. A sucking chest wound, an arterial bleed, blood loss, a massive concussion. You know, stuff like that.

He tried getting his bearings as the dust settled. Last thing he remembered was someone yelling ‘incoming’ and diving for cover.

His sight was blurred and all sound seemed warped. His ears was ringing and his head was spinning, but it was nothing compared to the immense pain that was his left leg.

He forced himself up on his elbows, positive he was going to hurl as the world tilted on its axis. The sight that met him didn’t help too much.

One of the concrete walls had caved and landed on his leg. He barely stopped himself from trying to tug his leg free, he knew damn well it wouldn’t budge and all that would happen was that the pain would tenfold and he would probably do more damage to his leg than there already was.

Blood was soaking his tactical pants right above where the concrete block ended. First thing needing to happen was a tourniquet, then he had to get that thing off of his leg.

He barely noticed Bravo 1 ordering a radio check and sit rep before the fifth time he called him up by his nickname.

“Yeah. I’m here. Hear you Lima Charlie.” He sucked some air through his teeth, “My leg’s stuck under some rubble. Think I busted it.”

“Do you need assistance getting loose?”

“A-firm.” he took a second look at the bloody mess under the block of concrete, “Gonna need a tourniquet and help moving as well.”

“Okay, you’ve got it.” Jason paused, “Bravo 4, this is Bravo 1, you’re closest to Full Metal. Can you get to him? Out.”

“Bravo 1, Bravo 4. Sure can! Out.”

* * *

“Oh, damn…” Trent grumbled as soon as he had a visual on Full Metal, “How bad is it brother?”

“Think my leg is crushed.”

“Actual crushed?”

“Worse than just a break…” Metal gave a minimal shrug, but the pain written all over his features spoke volumes, “Hurts like hell.”

Trent nodded as he sat down beside Full Metal. “Tourniquet first. Then we’ll figure out how to move this.”

Full Metal nodded a bit, “I will be of minimal help during that part of this OP.”

“What? When we’re moving the block of concrete?”

He grimaced, “Something tells me whatever pain I’m experiencing right now is just a taste test of what’s to come once the initial shock wears off and my leg actually gets jostled.”

“I think you might be right, buddy.” Trent nodded, “You might want to administer at least 10mg of morphine before we start.”

“Already did.” Metal answered and reached for the spent auto-injector pen in order to wave it around and show it to Trent.

“Is it enough?” he asked as he dug a tourniquet out of his gear.

“Look at my leg. What do you think?” Full Metal growled, “Not gonna take anymore just yet, I’m gonna need it later as well.”

“Pretty sure the rest of us will be willing to share ours.”

“I don’t want to take so much one of you will actually have to keep an eye on me, to monitor for overdose.”

“I think you’re big enough to handle 20mg of morphine.” Trent shrugged as he leaned forward in order to wrap the tourniquet around Full Metal’s thigh, “This is gonna hurt…”

Full Metal nodded and placed his gloved knuckled between his teeth.

Trent wasn’t surprised when Full Metal suddenly went lax. He didn’t know the full extent of his injury, but one thing was for sure, it had to be painful as all hell. Full Metal wasn’t exactly one to fuzz over nothing, actually, he wasn’t one to fuzz over anything as far as Trent knew him. And syncope was a natural response to pain.

“Bravo 1, this is Bravo 4. We need additional manpower here to get Full Metal loose. Out.”

“Bravo 4, good copy. You think you’ll get him loose if Bravo 2 and 3 join up?”

Trent looked over the rubble and Full Metal, “Might need more. I estimate this block of concrete weighs 2.5 metric tons. We also need someone to drag Full Metal free once we’ve got that weight off his leg. He passed out when I put on the TQ. Think he’s coming back around now…”

“Okay, Bravo 5 you keep watch on the south corner, alert us of any movement south or east. The rest of us, help Bravo 4.”

The confirmations came in one after another.

“Havoc, this is Bravo 1. We are forced to divert from our plan, please alert us of any movement close to our position. Out.”

“Bravo 1, Good copy. Do you need anything else? Out.”

“Might need medevac. Out.”

“Site is considered a hot-zone. Is it critical? Out?”

“Haven’t got eyes on yet. Stand by for further information. Out.”

* * *

Clay, Sonny, Ray and Jason managed to lift the concrete block enough for Trent to pull Full Metal out from under it. None of them surprised when the big guy passed out for a second time.

The guys let go of the slab and it fell down, resting on some other rubble 3 or 4 inches off the ground.

“Let’s try to check and stabilize his leg while he’s still unconscious.” Trent called out as he started cutting away at the fabric of Full Metal’s pants. “Clay, find quickclot combat gauze, tape and regular gauze. Sonny, find cravats or anything that can be used to splint his left leg against his right leg. Jason and Ray, anything that can be used as cushioning between his legs and between his left leg and the cravats.”

They all hurried to their tasks.

“How does it look?”

“Open fracture above his ankle and below his knee. Multiple deformities from knee down. Lots of soft tissue damage. He needs to get proper medical attention, he’s at high risk for crush syndrome.” Trent rattled off as he took the things Clay handed him, “Clay, can you find Sodium Bicarbonate, a peripheral IV line and a FAST1.”

“Sodium Bicarb, peripheral IV line and FAST1.” Clay nodded, “Got it.”

* * *

He woke up to one of Trent’s thighs on each side of his head, not exactly his favorite position.

“Heya buddy, really hoped you would be out for 30 seconds more…” his teammate winked down at him. “I’m just gonna place a FAST1. Already have an orange IV running in your left arm. How are you feeling?”

“-Like I got run over by a wall.” Full Metal answered, trying to mask a grimace, “How’s my leg?”

“Crush injury, like you predicted. You’ve still got a pulse distal to most of the injuries, if you wondered about that. Have sodium bicarb trickling into that IV you have in your arm. We’re waiting for medevac, tricky situation with this still being a hot-zone.”

Metal nodded, “But I guess you think I need it?”

Trent nodded, “The sooner the better. But, I also think you could handle a couple of hours delay. I just want to avoid that if possible. We managed to cover the worst gashes and stabilize your left leg against your right while you were out of it.”

Full Metal nodded a bit, taking in the information. “So. Crush injury. Muscle mass gets damaged, releases toxins. Clogs up kidneys. Renal failure. Am I right?” Full Metal met Trent’s eyes.

“Kinda. But that’s what the sodium bicarb is for.” Trent winked, “That, and they’ll probably load you up with saline once medevac gets here. How’s your pain?”

“Way too damn high.” he rolled his eyes a little, “7, I guess.”

“I’d guess 8 or 9…” Trent shrugged, “You passed out. Twice.”

“Probably won’t be the last time either.”

Trent nodded, “But, just looking at you and listening to you. I’d guess about a 4.”

“That’s why we call him Full Metal…” Sonny winked as he came into Metal’s view as well, “Seriously man, you are allowed to show that this hurts. I would’ve sounded like an air-raid alert. How are ya?”

Full Metal shook his head a bit, “Not good.”

“Maybe you should take that second injector…” Trent said as he readied the FAST1 introducer, “No need for you to suffer more than necessary.”

“You said it yourself. This is still a hot-zone. Medevac has unknown ETA.” Full Metal swallowed hard, “Might be here in 15 mikes, might take 6 hours. Or more. Have to save some for later.”

“We’ve got plenty.” Sonny said as he squeezed his shoulder, “You’re in pain. A lot of it.”

“I’m nauseous enough already.” Full Metal shot back, “Can’t remember morphine helping any in that department.”

“No, but it’ll help with the pain. And that might ease nausea.” Trent quipped back as he placed the introducer against Full Metal’s skin, “Ready?”

He got a short nod in return and pushed the introducer down.

The operator on the ground let out a single expletive and gritted his teeth.

“Sorry about that…”

“We’re good.” Full Metal nodded and held his fist up for Trent to bump it.

All of the sudden their earpieces buzzed on, “Bravo team, this is Havoc. Looks like we’ve a group of 4, potentially 5, Tango’s headed your way in a pickup with a mounted machine gun.”

Jason replied. The guys got their orders and quickly followed through.

“Bravo 1, this is Bravo 5, I have eyes on the pickup. Should I engage? Out.”

* * *

By the time Trent, Sonny and Clay had carried Full Metal to safety, the building they were in was once again taking heavy fire.

This time, Full Metal hadn’t passed out due to pain from being jostled. Probably because the injection had been given the time to reach full effect.

“You think you’ll be okay down here by yourself?” Sonny asked as he helped Metal lean up against his backpack.

Full Metal nodded slightly, his eyes squeezed closed as he prayed for the pain to pass.

“Hey, Full Metal…”

“Yeah?”

“Are you going to be okay down here by yourself?”

He nodded a bit more, “Yeah. As soon as I stop feeling like I’m gonna pass out.”

“Do you want me to stay here with you?” Sonny asked, “Or Clay, or Trent…”

“No-NO…” Full Metal shook his head, “I’m a big boy. Can take care of myself.”

Trent raised an eyebrow, “Alright, big boy… Just radio if you change your mind.”

Full Metal raised his thumb in order to show that the message was received and understood.

#SEAL Team #Full Metal #Fullmetal #seal team cbs #fanfiction #seal team fanfiction #scott carter

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avengersnthings · 5 years

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Forever and Always (Peter Parker x Reader)

Summary: Ever since you met Peter Parker when you were 7, your life got a lot more interesting.

Word Count: 2,397

Warnings: Mentions of bullying and death. Only a very small part, though.

A/N: This popped up into my head and I just had to write it. I was thinking about maybe doing a second part to this, but that is completely up to you guys if you want one! Well, I hope you enjoy and let me know if you would like a second part! Also, if you want to be added to my tag list just let me know.

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“(Y/N), these are our new neighbors,” Your mother said to you, bringing you out in front of her. The top of your head barely reached her stomach, your pigtails swaying in the wind as you gazed expectantly at the young couple before you.

“Hello (Y/N), so nice to meet you,” said the young woman who bent over to shake your tiny hand. “My name’s Mrs. Parker, but you can call me May. This is my husband, Ben.”

You followed her hand that gestured towards the man beside her. Looking up at him, he gave a kind smile to you before reaching behind himself.

“This is our nephew, Peter,” Ben said as he tried to coax the small boy out from behind him. Peter clung onto his uncle’s pant leg, hesitating to move as he carefully peered around at you. Being a brave child, you waltzed right up to the shy one before you.

“I’m (Y/N),” You smiled a toothless grin as you thrust your hand out towards him. “I’m 7, how old are you?”

Wearily taking your hand, the small boy in glasses stepped forward. “I’m turning 8 next month.”

“That’s cool. Want to be friends?”

Peter was shocked at your blatentness, but he shyly nodded in response to your question. Your toothless smile returned once more before you grabbed the shy little boy’s hand. “C’mon, I just got a new Lego set. We can build it together!”

You dragged him away up the stairs as the adults laughed in the background. As you showed your collection off to Peter, he couldn’t help but smile at how excited you were to be his friend. His first friend.

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“Hey, dipshit!” Your shrill voice rang out across the playground. “Leave him alone!”

It was 7th grade, and you just witnessed your best friend of 6 years being pushed onto the hard blacktop of the school’s playground. The bigger kid looked up in shock, his fist still gripping onto Peter’s backpack as you stomped your way over to the two of them.

The bully quickly got over his shock once he realized who he was dealing with before a smirk settled onto his face. “What are you going to do about it?”

Before you could speak, Peter quickly interrupted you from the ground. “(Y/N), just drop it, I’m okay-”

“Okay?!” You shouted as you glance at your best friend. “This dipshit is bullying you!”

“What, you need a girl to fight your fights for you now, Parker?” The bully sneered as a crowd gathered around the three of you.

Your vision went red as you threw down your own backpack. “That’s it!” You screamed as you tackled the bully, catching him by surprise as the crowd went wild. Peter watched on as you took down the much larger kid that had just bullied him before teachers came running to break up the fight. As they pulled you off of the bully, Peter caught your eye as you mouthed ‘you okay?’

Nodding, Peter mouthed a ‘thank you’ before he picked up his backpack that had the new Star Wars Lego kit that he had bought you for your birthday. Shouldering the heavy bag, he ran after you with a smile on his face.

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More years had passed and the two of you were now in high school. Gone were the days of braces and the embarrassing clothes of middle school. While things got slightly better, what goes up must come down.

The passing of Ben Parker hit your family hard. Your friendly neighbors who were once so cheery became morose at their sudden loss. The funeral was small, only friends and family attended. What was left of the Parker family came and shared their condolences with widowed May and her nephew, Peter. Throughout it all, you stood by your best friend of now 8 years, gently holding his hand as you tried to communicate your support with gentle squeezes. By the end of it, your makeup had run off your face as you watched the casket being lowered into the ground.

“It’s my fault,” Peter mumbled to himself as the crowd dissipated.

“Peter, this is not your fault. Don’t you dare blame yourself.” You turned towards Peter, looking up towards his tired and red eyes. He avoided eye contact, glancing down at the ground where his uncle now rested.

“It is, I should’ve-” Peter started before you grabbed his face, making him look at you.

“Peter Benjamin Parker,” You sternly said as you looked him in the eye. “This is not your fault, it’s no one’s. It was a freak accident, and I know for a fact that Ben wouldn’t want you to blame yourself at all. He loved you very much and would hate to see you blame yourself, alright?”

The tears swelled in Peter’s eyes as he softly nodded. “I’m just going to miss him so much.”

For the millionth time that day, your heart broke as you pulled Peter into a hug. You had to stand on your toes to wrap your arms around is neck while his arms pulled you closer. With his head buried in your neck, you softly wove your fingers through his hair. “I know, I’m going to miss him too. But I will always be there for you, okay? Forever and always.”

Peter just nodded his head as he hugged you tighter, trying to keep you as close to him as he could. He couldn’t lose another person due to this new aspect of himself. Not again.

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“(Y/N), open up!” Peter shouted through the wooden door as his fist repeatedly slammed on the frame. “This is an emergency! Code red!”

Swinging the door open, Peter pushed his way into your home like many times before. “Peter, what’s going on?”

“No time to explain, going to Germany. Do you have my hoodie?” He asked as he darted towards your bedroom. Quickly following him, you were met with Peter nearly destroying your room.

“Hey! I just cleaned!” You protested as he began to go through your closet. “And what do you mean you’re going to Germany?”

“Aha!” Peter exclaimed as he pulled the red hoodie from your closet. Just as he turned to walk out your bedroom, your hand pushed him onto your bed.

“Hold on, time out,” You said making a ‘T’ with your hand. “Now, explain.”

Peter’s leg bounced up and down in response before he sprung back up to his feet. “No time to explain, family emergency. I’ll call you when I land!” Rushing past you once more, only stopping for a nanosecond to slightly hug you, he was out the door just as soon as he came in.

You looked down at your now destroyed bedroom before clenching your teeth. “There’s something you’re not telling me, Parker.”

Exasperated, you fell onto your bed when you felt something hard underneath you. Confused and annoyed, you reached beneath you and closed your hand on a small, cylindrical container. Holding it to the light, the fluid within it shone an iridescent white. Eyebrows furrowing, you stuck the small container in your jeans pocket as you went to clean up your room once more, with full intent on interrogating your best friend when he gets back.

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It had been two months since Peter had come back from his mysterious “family emergency” in Germany, and you still hadn’t brought up what you found. In that short amount of time, things became weird between the two of you. Peter had begun disappearing at random times, only to show up a couple of hours later covered in bruises and cuts. Every time you tried to question him, he would just give you the same excuse of the Stark Internship. Frankly, you were pretty sure that this whole internship was made up. After one afternoon specifically, when you found another small container near his locker, you decided that you were going to question him.

Just as you were about to knock on his apartment door, Aunt May swung it open. “Oh, (Y/N)! You scared me.”

“Hi, May, is Peter home?”

“He’s in his room,” She waved absentmindedly behind her. “Said to not disturb him because he was working on something for Ton- I mean, Mr. Stark. So, I’m going shopping. You need anything?”

“No, I’m fine,” You said distracted as you peered around her. “You mind if I-?”

“Go right ahead. If you ask me, he’s been spending too much time on that internship. He needs a break.”

“That, we both can agree on,” You smiled at May as she waved goodbye before you walked straight for his door. You tried the doorknob but it was locked, a sure sign that something was definitely up. “Peter! Open this door right now!”

Behind the door, Peter jumped at the sound of your voice. He was currently in his spidey-suit with a screwdriver in his mouth as he tried to fix his left web-shooter. “Not right now, (Y/N)! I’m busy with my internship, I’ll come over later!”

Your eyes narrowed at his response. “Peter, I know something is up. In the almost ten years that we have been best friends, we have never lied to each other. So why are you lying to me now?” You asked as you rolled one of the small containers under the door.

Peter’s eyes grew wide once he saw the web fluid. The screwdriver promptly fell out of his mouth, clattering to the floor as you continued.

“I found this on my bed two months ago before you randomly left for Germany, and then another one this afternoon near your locker.” Rolling the other canister under the door, you paused as you placed your head against the wooden frame. “I know you’ve been busy with this internship, if it even is an internship, but I’m worried about you. You keep disappearing at random times, and then appearing again a few hours later all beat up. I need you to be honest with me, Peter, because friends don’t lie. Especially best friends.”

Silence soon followed as Peter’s emotions raged within himself. On the one hand, he needed to keep Spider-Man a secret; but on the other, you were his best friend, whom he had started to grow feelings for, and he hated not being able to share everything with you like he used to. Glancing down at the red and blue suit that clung to his body, he let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in as he moved towards the door. “(Y/N), I’ll let you in, but I need you to promise me something. You can’t tell anyone.”

“I promise,” You said as you grabbed the door knob. “I’m with you, forever and always.” As soon as the lock clicked, you turned the knob, stepping into his room where you were met with Spider-Man. “HOLY-”

“Shhh!” Peter clamped his gloved hand over your mouth as your wide eyes stared at him. “I need you to not freak out, okay? Can you do that for me?” He didn’t let go of you until you nodded. As soon as you could move your mouth again, you launched into a million questions.

“You’re Spider-Man? Or do you just cosplay him? Please tell me you’re not cosplaying him, because it would be really cool if my best friend was a superhero.”

Peter managed to let out a laugh at your excitement before responding. “Yes, I’m Spider-Man, but it’s really not that big of a deal-”

“Not that big of a deal?!” You interrupted, grabbing his gloved hands. “You’re a superhero, like Captain America, or Thor, or-” Your eyes went wide at your next thought. “Is this the Stark Internship? Are you working for Iron-Man? Do you know Iron-Man?!”

“Yes, I know Iron-Man. Mr. Stark actually found out about me and he needed my help in Germany fighting Captain America and that’s why I left-”

“You fought Captain America?” You interrupted once more, eyes growing even wider.

Peter brushed off the question with a wave of his hand. “Yes, I stole his shield, but that’s not the point. The point is, is that I am Spider-Man, I have been since Uncle Ben pretty much, but you can’t tell anybody. Especially Aunt May.”

The room fell silent as Peter waited for your answer, but he was just met with a dazed look. This is just what he feared, that you wouldn’t want to be his friend anymore, that he ruined your friendship turning into something more, that you never wanted to see him again. Just as he started to freak out, your voice brought him back to reality.

“So you didn’t get contacts?”

Peter blinked twice before bursting out in laughter at your ridiculous question. He had just told you he was a superhero, and this was your first calm and legitimate question you asked him?

“No, I didn’t. Ever since the spider bite, a lot has changed.”

“You’re telling me,” You huffed out as you laid down on his bed. “I thought you didn’t want to be my friend anymore, with all your disappearances.”

“Not want to be your friend? Are you kidding me?” Peter asked in shock before he pulled you back up so you were eye-level with him. “(Y/N), you are my absolute best friend, forever and always. If I didn’t want to be your friend anymore, I would be completely insane. And trust me, as crazy as this whole situation is, I’m not insane.” Silence followed his words as he shyly looked at you before proceeding. “Do you still want to be my friend?”

“Of course, you idiot,” You smiled before you knocked your shoulder against his. “A little spider bite isn’t going to get between me and you. I’m with you, forever and always.”

Heart swelling at your words, Peter engulfed you in a hug as his heart thudded quickly in his chest. Even though his world had completely turned upside down, the one constant in his life had been you, his best friend. “C’mon, how about we order some pizza and binge watch movies. I could use a normal night not filled with crime-fighting.”

“You and me both, Spidey,” You grinned before pulling him up by the arm and dragging him into your apartment, just like you did all those years ago.

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writinginthesparetime · 5 years

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A place far away pt.4

pairing: actor!Park Haejin x student!reader

Warnings: famous!au ; college!au ; litte bit of swearing?

genre: fluff

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 5

(If needed I will add more warnings and upload the genre tags in next chapters)

Summary:

So that’s how all started.

It was a rainy day in Seoul and I was the new girl in town. Precisely the new girl in college, just moved from europe to study abroad.

How could i ever imagine?

A/n: I’m sorry it tooks so long for this chapter, I swear it will be worth it!

Plus it’s pretty long :) enjoy! :)

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“Wait a moment” Nana was drinking the biggest smoothies the cafeteria in the campus could sell. With tons of strawberries and pieces of banana on top. Nana was even able to get some cream in her nose, funny.

“Mmh.” I mumbled while sipping my coffee, my only drink. My existing was based on a diet of 3 coffee per day. At least.

“Are you sure that was the same guy?”

“Oh my God, yes Nana. We even talked about our weird casual meetings.”

“And he’s nice looking.”

“More like handsome.”

“But he’s older.”

“But he’s not married.” I said back and she laughed.

“So you did payed attention, eh.” She looked at me smiling.

Yes I did. I started staring at my own hands around the cup of coffee. His long and elegant hands weren’t wearing any rings, not couple ones neither marriages ones. He wasn’t wearing any bracelets or necklaces either.

“What is his name?”

Hae-jin.

Hae-jin was wearing only a watch.

“We didn’t introduced.” I hated lying but I couldn’t keep on daydreaming. Ok I saw this man twice, but Seoul was huge, and I was nothing.

“But you drank together, plus your last genius move to not stop right in front of the apartment is just ... epic. You smart.”

Nana got up and she started picking all her stuff.

“I’m not naive after all.” I already felt stupid to drink with him. I kept on saying it was fine, lying to myself. Not convincing at all.

“I got class now.” I said. “I’ll see you tonight?”

“How could we not meet in the hallway?”

We said goodbye to each other and I started walking towards the farthest building in the campus.

I ended up choosing the worst extra class ever: to get better final notes I simply chose the one with most credits. Of course I didn’t look just at this, but eventually decided considering my skills. I ended up attending a basic cooking class.

Since the college’s campus was divided by courses, the cooking class was in a different building, of course on the opposite side of campus. The only pro was the proximity to the actual exit.

I run into the room without double reading the signboard. I wasn’t the last student since many seats were empty. The room was pretty strange: half of it looked like a normal classroom, the other half looked like a restaurant kitchen.

I bowed at the teacher and sat down while he was starting his well prepared speech.

I spent the next hour taking notes about nutritional values, the healthiest diet and food’s qualities. I found my self looking out at the window quite often, the sun setting down slowly. I sighed.

Hae-jin.

The only clue about his life was his expensive watch and his dressing style.

I couldn’t help but keep on thinking about him.

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“And with this spice they made this colourful dust, something close to our modern eyeshadow. Women often used it in combination with some water, they created this paste which was easier to apply. That’s the first time they used colours on their eyes.”

The long awaiting sounding bell interrupted the teacher.

“You can find everything we said today on chapters 8, 9 and 10, please study for the next week.”

I slowly sank in the chair, tiredly massaging my right wrist. Finally the last hour of the last class of the first week.

I looked around and i could see only tired students taking too long to pack their stuff.

In that moment, I wished Nana could appeared and take me out of the room, and maybe buy me food. But I knew this couldn’t happen because she was already at home.

I picked up all my things, throwing them randomly inside my backpack and finally dragging me out of the room like a zombie.

And yet many girls were gathered chatting, someone being even too excited.

“What’s happening?” I asked to a classmate who stopped curiously too.

“Apparently in the afternoon someone famous came visiting the college. Rumours say could have been an idol.”

A girl started screaming at the word “idol”. Both me and the guy started giggling at her reaction.

But, heard the news, since I wasn’t interested in I decided to keep on being indifferent about this drama world and head home. I just wanted to go home before the sunset, finish studying early so I could have the weekend free to chill.

I had only one stop: the library.

I needed this book for Tuesday class. The lady at the desk didn’t even look at me when I stepped in, too busy reading a magazine.

I was one of the last students in there since all the tables, which usually are full of students studying, were empty. Apparently in South Korean you need to study hard, but not on Friday evenings.

I quickly found the right bookcase.

“Food encyclopaedia.” I whispered touching the shelf. “Food ency-“

I tapped on the right book happily, while another hand took it away from me.

I was shocked.

“I’m sorry I actually saw this first.” I said frowning, grabbing the book by one end.

“Y/n?”

This voice.

“Hae-jin?” I almost whispered. He smiled at me.

“How are you?” My sweet look met his. I could never be bored of admiring his beautiful face.

“Go-good. And y-you? What are you do-doing here?”

“Actually I’m her-“

He couldn’t end his sentence because he was interrupted by quick steps behind him.

“Hae-jin!” A girl showed up behind a bookcase. She was wearing a cute pink dress, she looked small and slim. The dress hugged her in all the right places and a hint of jealousy hit me. Black long hair framed her beautiful face. Two big green eyes looked at me.

“Hae-jin we have to go now.” She smiled at me, mocking.

Hae-jin turned at her, not smiling anymore. “Just a minute.”

“It doesn’t matter.” I blurted, taking the book from his hands. Hae-jin and the girl both looked at me confused. I quickly bowed and held the book closely.

“Goodbye.” I sounded so formal it hurted. I run away.

“Y/n!” I heard him calling me but I couldn’t turn back. I didn’t want to. Them talking behind me and then their steps walking away, that’s what I heard before leaving the library, the campus.

I let myself be overwhelmed by all the teens exiting the college, while my pace blent like other’s one. Even if it was past seven already, there still was some sunlight and the air was weirdly hot.

Maybe it was because of the mass of people. Maybe my suddenly too much wintery outfit. Maybe the run i just had. Or maybe it was because of this angry feelings I had on.

Angry for ... what?

Did I became jealous all of the sudden?

I slipped into a side small road to avoid the mass, pretty confident I could easily get lost.

Neon signs brightening shingles on the road and shopkeepers dodged me while picking the trash.

It wasn’t a pretty street, scented either. But I didn’t have plans on a better night too.

Once i got inside my room I started studying right away. It actually helped me ignoring my thoughts. So I could finally stop asking myself who was that girl with Hae-jin. Maybe just his sister.

I got interrupted by knocking at the door.

“Y/n I’m hungry.”

“Coming!” I quickly went open the door and I was surprised to see Nana holding a cup of instant noodles in one hand and soju bottles in the other.

“How was your first week?”

She sat on the floor, leaving her backpack beside her and starting eating noodles. I left myself fall next to her, laying my head onto the bed.

“How do you do this? How can you even study that much in so less time?”

“I’m revealing you a secret: we are all robots.” She fed me with some noodles.

“So I guess you have already finished.” I said sarcastically well knowing how much stuff we had to study.

“definitely not.” She laughed. “I’m planning on staying up.”

“But it’s already 10pm. I can’t believe I’m still doing this.” I sighed. I wasn’t prepared at all.

“Who said staying up studying? Of course we can, but we can chill too.” She proposed pointing at the alcohol.

“I accept, also because I think I could became crazy soon. Plus, I hoped the cooking class was just about, you know, cooking? Maybe some spaghetti and some pork? Could you imagine I had to study stuff too? Now I’m stuck learning the nutritional values.”

I opened two soju bottles and quickly sipped to one, ignoring every formality.

“Cheers uh.” Nana laughed at me. “At least you’ll know how unhealthy our diet is.” She then stretched forwards my desk reaching a pack of chips. “Mmh, spicy!”

We then ended noodles and started studying again, always with snacks around. And soju too.

“I have to copy these notes and I’m finally done.” Exclaimed Nana drinking, looking dizzy. “But I don’t think i can do this tonight.”

I looked at her, resting my face onto my hands. Suddenly it felt heavy, maybe I was tired. Maybe.

“Can you believe that with just a few classes we already talked about Egyptians and their makeup? I think we’ll end the program in a month.” I said looking apathetically at my notes.

“Do you know i like this chips flavour?” Nana said while eating it.

“What?”

“On the packaging there’s this famous actor i adore.”

“Again with k drama? It will hurt your heart.”

“Just because you never fell in love with a beautiful actor.” She said back, her tone slightly childish.

“I’m fine thank you. Unless he’s an eyeliner expert.” I watched her eating.

“It’s empty.” She got sad quickly, crumpled up the package and throwing it in the bin. “If we end up finishing the theory, we’ll have more time for practise.”

Nana then moved all our books aside and drank again.

“Cheers! For this amazing first week!” Nana touched my bottle laughing. We drank together the soju, alcohol almost over. She was so happy about the ‘ending the first week’ goal, definitely a symptom about being tipsy. “We even managed to study tonight, we aint lazy kiddos! We good!”

Ok no. Nana wasn’t just tipsy, she was drunk.

And I just kept feeling only dizzy, maybe because my mind was back on being busy thinking. About the meeting with Hae-jin, about that girl. Why was he on my campus? And who was she?

He never made me believe he was taken. Maybe she was just a casual lover? Or could I became one?

What? What was I thinking? Me, his lover?

I was definitely daydreaming. And it hurt. Because I could already tell I had a crush on this man. He was just being nice y/n, c’mon.

“Y/n -aaahhh! Why you aren’t listening to meee?” Nana crossed her arms and pouted.

“I’m not ignoring you. I was just thinking how stupid it is getting drunk in my dorm room, while we could doing this outside.”

“You’re right! We should head out and meet some boys!” She finished her soju. “Or some girls, you know.” She winked at me and tried to get up. She ended up just tripping and then clinging into the door’s frame to not fall.

“Where do you think you are going? I’m taking you to bed.”

I held Nana while dragging her to her room, leaving all the mess behind. I managed to let her sit on the floor while I slowly realised my legs were shaking too.

“Tomorrow I’ll take you out, a nice pub, it’s on me.”

“Yes Nana, you own me one.”

“Y/n -ah ...”

“Yes...” I was busy trying to help her get out her sweater. She took her socks off.

“I got that magazine you asked me, y/n-ah ...”

“Stop calling me like that.” She started waggling. I slapped my own cheeks trying to focus.

Get Nana in bed and then I could head to mine. Nothing more. Just needed to stay focused for a little more.

“Stay here.” She said laughing and leaned to her desk looking at a pile of magazines.

“I’m not going anywhere.” I mumbled leaning on the wall. I knew that if I sat down I wouldn’t be able to leave the room.

While waiting for Nana I realised that her room’s walls where filled with faces and posters. I blinked confused. “Wow there’s a lot of people.”

“Yes, Twice, Exo, BlackPink ...” she pointed at some faces. Definitely too drunk to walk, but not enough to mistake people. Nana finally sat on bed, the magazine she was looking for on her womb.

I felt so dizzy while closing the distance between me and her.

“Wow, and this man? A singer too?” I tried to distract her attention while I was lowering the sheets. I helped her getting in bed, Nana looked quickly at the poster close to her.

“That’s Park Hae-jin, an actor.”

“Ah.” I said. Absent minded. Took the magazine and watched her getting comfortable. “And him?”

“Kim Taehyung, BTS vocalist.” She looked at me with sparkling eyes. While I tugged her in she told me any infos about the boyband, needless to say I completely got lost after their stage names.

I waved at her and exited the room, and she was still going explaining me why he was her bias.

I locked me inside the room, undressing and throwing myself to bed. It only took the time to realise I was tired to fell asleep.

And I couldn’t even think about the fact that Hae-jin, Park Hae-jin was on a poster in Nana’s room.

#actor #fan fiction #kdrama #park haejin #park #park har jin x reader #story #park hae jin #y/n #korean actor #seoul #south korea #love story #a place far away #writing in the spare time #original

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huehueningkai · 5 years

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cookie monster-kai x reader

fluff, tiny angst || long distance au

1.2k words

"you're what?" you asked the boy standing in front of you as you paced around his room. "moving to south korea," he stated slower, drawing out the syllables. "and when are you going?" "soon, my contract has been active for a while but i need to move there," you shook your head, baffled that your best friend, who'd recently become your boyfriend wouldn't tell you something this important sooner.

"what about school?" you asked. "transferring to one there," he replied. "do you even know korean?" "i've been learning," you ran your fingers through your hair. "what about us?" you asked, your voice quieting to dangerously tear-prone levels of sound. he smiled. "nothing, nothing at all," he began. "i know we're crazy young, but i really like you a lot. i don't know what that means right now but the thought of being away for so long has been killing me,"

you shook your head, bitterly. "why go then? nobody even wants you to leave, kai, just stay. i don't- what about your parents? they'll miss you, and-" you were cut off by lips touching yours. not quite in a kiss, but just ghosting over each other. that shut you up greatly.

you stayed in that position for maybe a touch too long, but you finally pressed your lips together in an actual kiss, your shaky hand intertwining with his fingers as your other hand touched his shoulder.

the kiss only lasted a few seconds, but you honestly felt like it could've been ages. "are you always this warm?" you asked him, noses still touching. he laughed and pulled away completely. he hadn't even left and you missed his warmth. he grabbed your other hand, intertwining those fingers as well.

"listen, (n/n), we are going to message and face time every night and day. the time zones are super different but we can work out calling schedules, yeah?" you nodded sadly, still not wanting him to leave you here. "i don't know if you want to stay together-however long it is until we see each other again-" you started, sucking in a breath. "but i'll wait for you if you'll wait for me,"

"of course, cookie monster,"

"so we're really doing this, huh?" you asked him, your eyes burning holes into the vast airport around you. "yeah," he said. "i'm gonna miss you, y'know? who's gonna watch marvel movies with me now?" you joked. "don't replace me," he joked back, but you became dead serious. "never. i'll wait," you reminded.

"and i will too," "might be hard with how handsome you are," you smiled "those pretty korean girls will be all over you," you both shared a giggle, your intertwined fingers shifting ever so slightly with the movement of your bodies. "and i'll still wait," he laughed. "because i have the prettiest girl in the world waiting for me," you blushed.

"it's time to go," his mom tapped you on your shoulders, your muscles visibly slumping as if her touch had caused them to sag. "hey," he said, grabbing your face gently. "we have our time, okay? we'll always make time," and you nodded. your face visibly brightened up as you struggled to pull something out of your backpack.

"you didn't, oh my god," you pulled out your tattered, old cookie monster plushie you dragged everywhere when you were younger, hence the nickname cookie monster. you placed the vibrant blue slump of fake fur in his hands and his eyes began watering. "i don't have anything for you," he gaped.

"i can just steal your stuff out of your room, genius," he shook his head. "but you love this toy," "just like i love you," you'd said those words to people countless times, but this time just felt so heavy. you knew you meant it, whatever it meant. his eyes widened, and before he could say it back, his dad was tugging on his coat sleeve to get him to hurry. you wanted him to say it back, but if he wasn't ready to, he didn't have to.

"i'm gonna miss you so much. call when you land, bub, okay?" you called after him as he was having to be dragged to his flight. "do you really love him?" his mom asked you. "i think so," you said slowly. "i've said it before, but it just-" "felt different?" she finished your sentence. "exactly," you laughed.

"read my mind,"

it'd been years since you'd seen kai in person. you talked constantly, but it still wasn't the same. you wanted to look at him. you wanted to touch him. sometimes he felt imaginary, but your love for him stayed regardless, everytime you face timed getting less and less verbal despite the growing and thriving connection you had.

that's why you were flying to korea to see him after so long. it was his birthday. he thought he'd be spending it with his now bandmates, since, wow, kai is in a band now, what the hell? but you, his company and his parents were all trying to situate the meeting.

so here you were, sitting on the couch of tomorrow by together's empty dorm waiting for the boys to come back from some type of promotion. his band mates were relatively informed but you wouldn't be surprised if one of them got scared.

you heard the front door's knob turn, to which you stood up from your place and fiddled with your fingers. despite the door opening just as quickly as it normally would, it felt an eternity longer, his members trickling in slowly and going about their business as you assume somebody instructed them.

and there he was.

he didn't notice you at first, his eyes focused on his phone. you noticed he'd gotten much taller than you'd thought he would or than he even seemed over video chat. he was also wildly more attractive and handsome than he was when you'd last seen him in person. he put his phone to his ear, and you felt yours vibrate in your clammy hands.

"hey," he greeted you. "hey, kai," he pulled his phone away from his ear, looking at the screen in confusion. "hi," you repeated, slightly louder and he finally looked up. he looked at you for a second and when you blinked, you were being suffocated in his arms, a very welcome gesture.

you stayed embracing for another moment before you wished him a happy birthday, but before you could ask him how his day had been, he was kissing you. you couldn't complain, but you wondered how he'd gotten so good. your arms found their way to his shoulders, and his comfortably on your waist. you could hear the other boys yelling and encouraging him in korean before you pulled away to breathe.

you let your forehead rest on his for a moment before placing your face in his neck. "next time you do that make sure it's with no audience, bub," you mumbled to him. "of course, babe," he kissed the top of your head in apology. "i love you too, by the way. i never meant to leave you hanging for so long," and your eyes widened. "you remembered?"

"why wouldn't i, cookie monster?"

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sammythankyou · 5 years

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Beautiful Love - Part One

Far away, I can feel your beating heart All alone, beneath the crystal stars Staring into space, what a lonely face I'll try to find my place with you

“Beautiful Love” by The Afters

Summary: The reader moves to Palos Verdes and ends up with a handsome tutor at her new high school.

Pairing: Jim Mason x Female Reader

Warnings: None really, unless you’re allergic to fluff

A/N: I thought this was going to be a one shot, but there will be a second part.

“At Palos Verdes High School we believe in peer tutoring, So, if you need extra help you can sign up to work with one of our student tutors. And judging by your physics grade at your previous school, you should do that right away,” Mr. Whitman said, indicating his laptop which displayed the transcripts from your old high school. “You’re going to need a passing science grade if you want to graduate in June, young lady.”

“Yes, sir,” you replied, discreetly rolling your eyes. Like you would actually not want to graduate?

“The sign up sheets are posted right outside of your classroom,” he said dismissively, apparently finished with his lecture.

Slinging your heavy backpack over your shoulder, you left the counseling office and made your way to the girl’s restroom. Locking yourself in a stall, you blinked back the tears that threatened to fall.

You had been in Palos Verdes for exactly 72 hours. Your mother insisted this was a fresh start for both of you, a new beginning. So far, you were unconvinced.

Six months earlier, you couldn’t have imagined that your life would be so changed. Returning home from a barbecue with your parents last summer, the car was struck by a drunk driver. Your dad had been killed instantly. The months following were empty, surreal and excruciatingly painful. On Christmas Eve, your mom announced she had accepted a job in Palos Verdes, CA, and the two of you would be moving there in one month. Furious and betrayed that she had not told you she had even been considering moving, you refused to speak to her for the rest of the holiday.

And now here you were. First day in a new school, more than halfway through your senior year, hiding in the bathroom and trying not to cry.

The main door to the restroom banged open and a shrill voice pierced the silence. A girl was going on and on about someone named Jim and how amazing he was at eating her out.

“Heather!” The other girl shrieked, scandalized. “You let him do that to you?”

“Of course I did!” retorted Heather. “God, he has the most talented tongue!”

This day was turning into one giant eye roll.

As unobtrusively as possible, you exited the stall to wash your hands. Two beautiful girls stood by the sinks, one blonde and one brunette, applying even more makeup to their already perfect faces. Twin glares pinned you before they flounced back out the door into the hallway.

Staring at yourself in the mirror, you wondered how you were going to survive the next few months.

Heather, the gorgeous, bitchy brunette was in your French and sociology classes, so you weren’t even surprised to find her seated in the back row when you entered your last class of the day; physics. Naturally, the teacher indicated an empty desk in the front row where you should sit. Sliding into the seat, you slouched down, willing yourself to become invisible.

Just as the bell was ringing, a tall, beautiful boy with dark curly hair sailed through the door and into the desk next to yours. He turned his luminous blue eyes on you.

“First day?” He asked, his smile showing his perfect white teeth.

You nodded, unable to find your voice. The boy started to say something else, but the teacher began talking and writing on the board. He shot another grin in your direction before turning his attention to the lesson.

As class ended, the teacher called the lovely boy up to her desk to ask him a question. He winked at you as he stood up, blue eyes sparkling.

You rarely got butterflies, but damn this boy was breathtaking.

Sighing, you dragged yourself out of the classroom to find the tutoring sign up sheets. The first one read Jim Mason at the top of the paper. Most of the times were already filled, but there was one spot open for the following afternoon. After writing your name and cell number, you turned to leave.

“Oh hey! You filled my last session. Cool!” Said a soft, friendly voice from your left. “I’m Jim by the way,” said the gorgeous boy, as he walked up to you.

“Hi. I’m Y/N,” you said in greeting. His smile was infectious.

“My family moved here last year, so I know how it feels to be new kid. Things really sucked at first. This place isn’t so bad though,” Jim shrugged.

“Jim!” An impatient voice came from the door of the classroom.

Heather stood a few feet away, hands planted firmly on her curvy hips.

“Hey, Heather,” Jim said with a deep sigh.

Horrified, you stared between the two of them. This was Jim of the talented tongue? Oh god. Shuddering, you spun around to leave as fast as humanly possible.

“Y/N!” Jim called after you. “I’ll see you tomorrow, ok?”

Punching in the code on the keypad, you passed through the garage and into the empty house. Your mom was working nights at the hospital for the next few weeks. She had chirped with false cheer that the new doctor on staff always gets stuck with the graveyard shift at first.

Wading through the sea of boxes still scattered around, you made you way to your bedroom. Collapsing onto the bed, your mind wandered back to Jim. He seemed so sweet and friendly, why he would be with someone like Heather? Or maybe he was just your typical player? Whatever. You didn’t try to shut his pale blue eyes or full pink lips out of your thoughts though. Sighing tiredly, you drifted off to sleep.

The following day at school, Heather and her friends made sure to send you dirty looks while whispering every chance they got. Doing your best to ignore them, you went about your business. Walking to the physics classroom, you tried to shove down the anticipation at seeing Jim again.

Jim was already in his seat, Converse covered feet kicked out in front of him. All momentary excitement evaporated as you spied Heather sitting on top your desk, facing him, bare legs dangling off the edge. A smile passed over Jim’s face when he saw you before he glanced back up at her.

“Can you move your ass off Y/N’s desk?” Jim asked pointedly.

“I can move my ass wherever you’d like it hot stuff,” Heather said flirtatiously, batting her long eyelashes at him.

Jim continued to smirk up at her, but said nothing. You rolled your eyes so hard you were pretty sure you saw your own brain.

Heather slid slowly off your desk and headed toward the back of the room. “You’re just no fun sometimes Jimmy,” she threw out over her shoulder.

Biting your tongue, you took a seat, and busied yourself with pulling items out of your backpack. You could feel Jim’s eyes watching as you stared down at your desk.

“I don’t know why she acts like that,” Jim said in apology.

Peeking over at him, you shrugged before looking away from his handsome face again.

“So,” Jim said brightly, changing the subject. “Do you want to head down to the beach for our tutoring session? It’s just a couple of blocks from here.”

“The beach?” You questioned.

“Yeah,” he replied, smiling. “It’s a proven fact that sunlight helps you retain science knowledge.”

Smiling back at him, you found it impossible to resist his charm. “Ok,” you agreed.

“So where did you move from?” Jim asked as he reclined against a large rock that sheltered the two of you from the chilly wind coming off the Pacific.

“Colorado,” you answered looking back into his beautiful blue eyes.

Jim nodded. “We moved from Minnesota last year. It’s a lot different here,” he said shaking his head.

“I’m realizing that,” you said, staring out at the late afternoon waves. “There aren’t views like this around Denver.”

“The view is beautiful from where I’m sitting,” Jim said.

Glancing back, you found him staring directly at you. A blush colored your cheeks. Jim couldn’t possibly be referring to you. Could he? He gazed at you for another moment, before reaching for his backpack.

“You want to go over some equations?” he asked with a smile.

Physics became the best part of your day. Jim was an amazing teacher, but you also spent as much time just talking about your lives. His dad was a doctor like your mom. Jim talked about his parents’ divorce and his recent estrangement from his mother. Rubbing your back with his large hand, Jim listened as you explained your dad’s sudden passing.

Working with Jim over the next two weeks, you managed a solid B on your first exam. After you excitedly showed him your grade, Jim grabbed you up in a bear hug and spun you around in the hallway. Catching Heather’s death stare from a few feet away, you reminded yourself for the millionth time that Jim was already taken. Taking one more look at his adorable, beaming face, you thanked him and said goodbye, already dreading a long, lonely weekend by yourself.

“Y/N, wait!” Jim called after you. “Hey, I know it’s kinda lame, but do you want to go to the Valentine’s dance with me on Saturday?”

It was hard to tell who was more shocked, you or Heather.

Your gaze darted back and forth between both of their faces “I, um... I have to go,” you stammered before fleeing down the hallway, away from Jim’s confused expression.

Late morning sunlight filtered between the slats of the blinds covering your bedroom window. Rolling away from the offending light, you willed yourself to go back to sleep, not ready to face the lonely Saturday. Tossing and turning, you finally accepted defeat and dragged yourself out of bed. Wrapping yourself in a fluffy robe, you went to make some coffee. Several cups later you were more awake but just as melancholy. Your thoughts drifted back to the previous afternoon. Heather’s dismayed look popped into your mind. She had been nothing but nasty from day one, and yet you had to admit that Jim asking you out right in front of her was incredibly harsh. He just didn’t seem like the kind of guy who would do something like that. But honestly, how well did you even know him?

Doorbell chimes broke through the quiet of the house as you stood at the sink washing out the coffee mug. Unable to imagine who it could be, you made you way into the foyer and peered through the peep hole in the front door.

Jim Mason stood on your doorstep.

Picturing your bed head hair and lack of makeup, you briefly considered not even answering the door. Screw it, you thought, as your curiosity got the better of you. Pulling your robe tighter, you opened the door.

Jim’s gorgeous face lit up when he saw you. “Hey. How’s it going?” he asked.

“What are you doing here Jim?”

Jim shrugged. “You ran off so fast yesterday,” he began. “I don’t know, I just wanted to make sure you were ok.”

Secretly, you were pleased that Jim even thought about checking on you before you shook those thoughts off. “I’m ok I guess...” Realizing you were just staring at each other, you stepped back. “Um, do you want to come in?”

Smiling, Jim nodded and followed you into the kitchen.

“Coffee?” You asked indicating the half full pot on the counter.

“Sure. Thank you,” Jim answered politely.

After pouring coffee into a mug and depositing it next to Jim along with the vanilla creamer, you stood fidgeting across the breakfast bar from him.

“So, you never answered my question,” Jim said, breaking the silence.

“What question?”

Jim’s luminous eyes pinned you. “I asked if you wanted to go to the dance with me tonight.”

Of course the truth was that you wanted to go out with Jim more than anything, but stealing a popular girl’s boyfriend wasn’t really going to help you make friends. Plus, why was he even asking you and not Heather?

“Jim! Why are you doing this?” You asked incredulously.

“What am I doing?” Jim questioned.

Sighing deeply, you looked back into his big blue eyes. “Look, I like you Jim. A lot. And I’m not exactly a fan of Heather, but that was mean what you did.”

“What are you talking about?” He asked, confusion written all over his lovely face.

“She’s your girlfriend!” You said in disbelief. “And she was standing right there when you asked me to go to the dance with you.”

“Heather’s not my girlfriend,” Jim began. “I mean, yeah we hung out a few times when I moved here last year, but that’s it.”

Staring at him in confusion, you opened your mouth but no words came out.

“Why did you think she was my girlfriend?” Jim questioned.

Biting your lip, you hesitated. “She said... I mean I overheard... Just never mind. Sorry,” you stammered, grabbing the creamer and taking it back to the fridge.

“Wait, what did she say?” Jim asked standing up and following you around the breakfast bar.

Cheeks flaming with embarrassment as you remembered her words, you avoided Jim’s eyes.

“She was talking to her friend about how good you are with your tongue, like you know... When you were eating her out,” you said, the last words mumbled under your breath.

“When I was what?” Jim questioned.

Covering your red face briefly, you tried to figure out how you ended up having this mortifying discussion.

Dropping your hands, you looked Jim in the eyes. “When you were eating her out.”

Jim stared at you silently for a few seconds.

“Wow. That’s awesome,” Jim said rolling his eyes. “And nasty! There’s no telling where that chick has been,” he shuddered, pretending to gag.

You couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled up out of your throat.

“Oh, you think it’s funny?” Jim asked grabbing you around your waist and trying to tickle you.

Squirming, you tried to escape Jim’s big hands, but he blocked you in against the open fridge. Your laughter died in your throat as you met his icy blue gaze. He cupped your cheek and then he was leaning down to press his soft pink lips against yours. Sliding your arms around Jim’s neck, you returned the kiss. Tingles traveled up your spine as his tongue swiped across your lower lip, asking for entrance. You opened to him and Jim’s velvety tongue slid slowly into your mouth, tangling with your own. Threading your fingers through his thick soft hair you deepened the kiss. Jim’s arms wrapped tightly around you, pressing your bodies close, as your mouths slanted together hungrily. Abruptly pulling back, Jim looked down with concern.

“I’m sorry! Are you cold?” Jim asked pulling you away from the fridge so he could close the door.

“No,” you said, admiring his full lips.

Jim watched you staring and then your mouths were crashing back together. Slowly, your hands found their way under Jim’s denim jacket and around his lean waist. Jim gripped the back of your robe in his long fingers, holding you against his chest. His lips traveled across your cheek to your ear.

“So does this mean you’ll go to the dance with me?” He asked, warm breath tickling your skin.

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Euro Trip Part 3

Summary: A trip of a lifetime right? Going abroad with your friends and the guy you were head over heels for... how could anything possibly go wrong?

Requested: Yes

Word Count: 3.2k+

Warning(s)?: FFH Based, Please don't read if you haven't seen FFH

Taglist: @editsbyjenny, @campcampie, @peter-parkerdeservedbetter, @jackiehollanderr, @lukesbabylon, @fangeekkk, @kaylaisafangirl, @pfctparker, @mutuallynotmutual

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 4

Euro Trip

Eventually after a while I left my room to rejoin the others down stairs. I was freshly cleaned and was wearing a new set of clothes so I couldn't smell the sea water anymore.

''It's aliens, it has to be'' I could hear Ned wonder aloud happily at his laptop. I decided the stairs and decided to sit on the second last one, peering up at the tv screen ahead. The news were in Italian but I could make out most of the words. Thanks mandatory Italian lessons in primary school.

''Well this news says that and explorer was building an experimental underwater generator and was exposed to radiation leading to hydro powers'' Flash chimes in, walking around with his phone. I tried to stifle a laugh at how ludcaris it sounded.

''Yeah, you should definitely believe everything that's reported on the news'' I voiced, Ned turning to face me with a small smile. I returned it before glancing up at the screen once again.

''Spider-man could take him'' Flash speaks to me, eyeing me dead straight. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

''What do you think it is?'' I peeked over to see Mr Harris standing next to Mr Fitz, both engrossed with the news on the television. Well they weren't alerted at all, they looked at it with intrigue instead of horror.

''You know, being a man of science, witches'' I rolled my eyes at this but smiled nonetheless at what Mr Fitz had said.

''No, no, no, no we wanna stay, we wanna stay'' My ears perked up at the sound of Peter's voice not too far away, I leaned over the stairs in my spot to see him talking on the payphone. I quickly go back before he spots me.

''Yeah'' Why was I listening in on this conversation anyway? It was none of my business.

''Dr Strange, okay? Dr Strange and no, I don't even know who that was, new guy, I was trying to help him but-'' Wait, what? Now this conversation got interesting. I leaned closer to try and hear clearer though nothing was being said for a little while. Why was he so interested in the Avengers?

''Happy's there?'' Peter questions into the phone, his eyes furrowing in confusion.

''Hey.. Happy'' Peter trailed off once he heard Happy's voice on the other line. What was he doing with his aunt?

''W-what are you doing...?'' Peter grew more and more confused by the second.

''A few set backs, for sure'' I was so beyond confused at the point so I decided to tune out, focus on the tv again.

''Who is that guy?'' Jenny speaks up, her hand on Ned's shoulder.

''He's like Spider-man and Iron man rolled into one'' Brad speaks up with a smirk. He was very impressed with this new 'mystery' guy.

''Yeah right, he's no Spider-man'' Flash's comment again perked my interest.

''What is it with you and Spider-man?'' I asked. Flash turns to me and smiles.

''What? he's awesome okay? And you know... he protects the neighbourhood and he inspires.. inspired me to be a better man'' Flash states almost as if he was slightly ashamed with it. However his demeanor soon changed once he saw Peter.

''What's up, dickwad, thought you'd drowned?'' He asked sarcastically. Peter just smiled and gave him the thumbs up, finding the entire situation very amusing. If only he knew, Peter thought.

''Sounds like he's Mysterio'' Brad speaks to everyone, his arms crossed over his chest.

''Well fatto di mistero in Italian means 'made of mystery', they don't know who he is'' I voice, earning an impressed smile by both Brad and Peter. I just smiled to both shyly and dropped my head down.

''Mysterio..'' Brad tried out the name, Ned and Jenny catching on.

''Cool name'' They said in sync. They soon both turned to face each other in awe.

''Babe'' Once again, synced. I turned my eyes away from the lovey dovey couple and turn to face Peter.

''So how much of that did you actually see?'' Peter figured if he talked to you about it in front of everyone else you couldn't shy away.

''Not much I was... running'' I kept my answers sweet and short, not really wanting to speak with him at the moment.

''Running, right, me too I was also running.. away'' Peter's arms were crossed over his chest yet he still seemed deflated. I just rolled my eyes and glanced away, knowing he was lying yet again.

''So, Paris tomorrow'' Peter speaks again, hating the thought of you staying mad at him.

''Like the Eiffel Tower and stuff...'' Peter trailed on, not knowing where to go with this. His plan was still barely intact after today's events.

''Yeah, you can see everything from up there, they even have this very nice french restaurant on top, it's why it's my favourite place in the entire world'' You glanced down at the Eiffel Tower charm on your bracelet and smiled softly to yourself, admiring it.

''Great'' Peter laughed nervously to himself, feeling himself deflate even more with pressure.

~*~*~*~*

''Okay, drink lots of water and I'm going to get you a vitamin D'' Jenny speaks to Ned with a hand on his shoulder. I glance at the two and roll my eyes but smile anyway, carrying my heavy back pack and dragging my suit case along the concrete. After yesterdays events they decided to reschedule Paris and instead go someplace else. I had no idea where we were going to yet but I woke up very disappointed. Paris was the one place I was looking forward to exploring the most and now we weren't even going.

''Good news! We're going to Prague'' What? I let out a huff as everyone else echoed 'what's' and no's'. I stopped dragging my suitcase and crossed my arms over my chest.

''The tour company called and upgraded us, you should have heard me on the phone, I really gave them hell'' Mr Harris spoke up before ushering all of us to get on the bus.

''Look at our bus!'' Mr Harris exclaims excitedly, being the first to hop on. I follow behind everyone else and peak one last glance over my shoulder. It had only been 24 hours since chaos had broken loose and yet everyone seemed so calm already, as if nothing had even happened in the first place.

''I'm impressed Mr Harris!'' Mr Fitz calls out as everyone else cheer in agreement.

''What happened Peter?'' Ned asks Peter just a few meters in front of me, obviously not seeing me yet.

''Excuse me'' I polite say to both of them as I move my suitcase between them between the narrow alleyway.

''Hey Y/N''

''Hi Peter'' I responded swiftly, not making eye contact. Peter frowns as he watches you approach the bus but quickly turns back to Ned.

''I think Nick Fury just high jacked our summer vacation''

~*~*~*~*

''Yo waddup guys it's you're boy the big F, I am on this very fancy and very nice bus still touring with my peeps for Summer Vacay'' I rolled my eyes at Flash who was only sitting in the row in front of me. I placed my book down and tapped his shoulder, sending him a bittersweet smile.

''Mind toning it down for us commoners?'' Flash visibly frowned and quickly ended his live stream, turning back to the front. I rolled my eyes once more before returning to my book.

''What's up your butt today'' My best friend asks from beside me, reading her magazine. I let out a sigh and turn to face her with a small smile.

''Long night'' I lied, not really up for talking. All she did was nod, not entirely convinced but dropped the subject anyway.

''Wanna do this crossword puzzle together?'' She asks. I smile and nod, grabbing a pen from my backpack as we started on the puzzle together. Peter decided to sit all the way up in the back so he could have some space to think. This whole vacation was not going to plan. First, he ends up messing up the whole airplane ride thing, next is a huge monster starts reigning in Venice and now Nick fury as high jacked his whole vacation. All he wanted to do was to spend some time with you and Ned.

He reached into his backpack and pulled out the glasses case Nick Fury had given him last night. He opened the lid and decided to pop them on, finding a note at the bottom.

''For the next Tony Stark, I trust you, say Edith'' He reads aloud, the glasses going blue and a voice speaking startling Peter.

''Hello, stand by for a full surfaces scan'' Peter's eyes darted everywhere alone the lens of the glasses, watching tabs pop up and down and faces of his classmates show as well.

''Surface scan complete, hello Peter I am Edith, Tony's 'Even Dead I'm The Hero' P.I system, would you like to see what I can do?'' Peter just leans back, dumbfounded but nods anyway.

I cheered along with my best friend once we finished the crossword puzzle, both of us probably sounding like complete dorks. I lent back in my chair and turned my attention to the rocky mountain face outside my window. It was nice to finally sit and relax again.

We soon pulled over at a nearby camp ground. The bus parked and the driver opened the doors. He hoped out soon followed by everyone else.

''Running guys! 10 minutes!'' The accent was quite thick and I couldn't quite placed it. I stepped out of the bus after my friend and scanned his attire with my eyes. Why was he all in black? He kinda looked like an assassin. Wouldn't that be funny, an assassin escorting us across continents.

''I'm gonna go to the toilet with Mindy, I'll be right back'' My best friend speaks up from beside me, pulling Mindy along with her.

''10 minutes!'' I called out, trying to copy the accent our nameless driver had. He must of heard me because he turned to face me and frowned, almost seeming angry too.

''H-hey Y/N, what's up?'' Peter quickly rushed in, patting the guy on the back as if they were pals before he walked back onto the bus with the same scowl etched onto his face. I stared between the both and raised an eyebrow.

''Same as I was three hours ago Peter, I'm good'' I stared back at the bus to try and get a good look at him before Peter jumped in front of my view. He points beside him and laughs nervously to himself.

''So our bus driver is one scary dude, right?'' He laughs again. I just nod my head but keep my eyes trained on the mystery guy.

''You could say that...'' My voice trailed off. My eyes left the guy once I grew bored and instead stared at Peter running off into the distance. Well okay then.

''Turns out I didn't really need to pee, and the bathrooms were really nasty'' I just smiled and shook my head, turning around to face my best friend and Mindy.

''We are in the middle of nowhere, I'd be worried if they were 5 star'' With that we all began to climb back on board the bus.

~*~*~*~*

''Edith?'' Peter asks nervously, popping his glasses back on.

''Hello Peter, how can I help you?'' She replies in her gentle tone. Peter looks behind him frantically, seeing Brad typing away on his phone. He was in major shit.

''Hi, there's this guy who's in our class and he's kinda getting in the way of me and-'' Peter frantically rambles before being cut off by Edith.

''I'm sorry Peter, I am having trouble hearing you, can you please speak up?'' She asks soothingly.

''Brad Davis, he's a student'' Peter speaks a little louder though not too loud for anyone else to hear him.

''Brad Davis, is he a target?'' Edith asks. Peter quickly glances over his shoulder towards Brad. He sees through his glasses the photo he took of him in a compromising position and reads the message being sent to you.

''Yeah, yeah he's a target'' He quickly says, spinning back around before Brad could notice him.

''Brad Davis, finalizing target, initiating strike'' Edith speaks up as Peter sees a bunch of information fly across his lens.

''Initiate what now?'' Peter asks slightly worried.

''Enter center point confirmed, releasing drone into the atmosphere'' Edith says.

''Edith-'' Peter tries to say but it's too late. He spins to face the back of the bus and stands, seeing the drone in the distance.

''Oh my god'' He mutters to himself, taking the glasses off. Flash quickly snatches them out of his grasp and begins to play with them.

''Dope glasses Peter, how did you pay for these?'' Flash asks, flipping the glasses around. Peter looks over to Flash worriedly and tries to get them back.

''They're mine Flash, give them back'' Peter urges.

''Nah Peter'' Flashes continues to play with them as Peter senses the drone approaching closer and closer.

''Flash!" Peter whisper yells, Flash still not paying attention to him.

''Oi, calm down-'' Flash pops them on. Peter desperately reaches for them but ends up slapping him in the face by accident, Flashes head falling back onto his backpack.

''I am so sorry'' He utters quickly before reaching for the glasses and quickly popping them on.

''Edith, don't kill Brad'' He quickly urged.

''Do you want me to eliminate the target on Brad Davis?'' Edith asks, wanting confirmation.

''Did you just punch Flash?'' Casey asks Peter, eyeing him weirdly.

''No'' Peter says to Casey.

''Firing'' Edith says, the drone launching it's mini rocket. Peter's eyes widen. He quickly spins around and shoots a web at the steering wheel, jerking the whole bus towards the cliff. The mirror comes off as everyone begins to panic.

I hold onto the chair for dear life as I see the cliff face growing closer to my window. I inch away and towards my best friend as the bus jerks to the other side and continues till the bus begins to lose control.

We hit the railing causing the whole bus to shake. I see Peter stand up and utter something to himself then bend down again, popping on a pair of sunnies.

''Peter, why don't you sit down and buckle up?'' Mr Harris urges worriedly. Peter looks to him and shakes his head.

''I'm fine'' Peter responds, glancing at you once before back to the back of the bus. I turn my head as well and notice a drone like figure flying through the sky not too far behind the bus.

''What in hell?'' I mutter to myself freighted. Everyone else turned around once Peter called out. We all watched the drone hit the bridge to the east and explode on impact. We all jump back in front, the driver regaining control of the wheel. I turned my eyes to the front to notice Peter standing up still, his hair all disheveled now.

''I'm not feeling too great'' My best friend speaks from beside me, looking pale.

''We need a bucket over here guys-'' I begin to call out but it was too late. She lent forward and puked. The whole class recoiled back in disgust as I just sat there, scrunching my nose.

''And some paper towels'' I finish.

~*~*~*~*

We all hoped off the bus as we got it cleaned and aired out. I walked over to stand by my friend who still looked very pale.

''Okay, Y/F/N sit up the front with me so we can keep our eyes on the horizon, everyone back to their seats!'' Mr Harris called out. Everyone began piling back on the bus but I felt someone grab my hand, stopping me.

''Hey Y/N..'' I turned to face Brad and forced a smile.

''Hey Brad'' I was still very freaked out from what happen minutes before. He glances down at his feet then to his phone, seeming nervous.

''Are you okay?'' I ask, growing a little concerned.

''I had this photo but... it's gone now, what the hell?'' Brad talks to himself, flicking through his phone. I just stare at him weirdly then over to the bus to see almost everyone back on.

''That doesn't make any sense it was just here'' Brad utters.

''Maybe you accidentally deleted it?'' I try, still wondering what was going on. Brad looked up angrily at me.

''That's stupid why would I do that?'' I recoiled and put my hands up in mock surrender.

''I'm sorry'' I apologised, not understanding why he was getting all worked up over some photo. Brad looks at me and frowns, shaking his head.

''No, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped at you'' I smile and place a hand on his shoulder.

''It's okay, it's been a rough few days on all of us'' I smile up at him as he smiles back at me, his eyes trailing from my lips to my eyes.

''Come on guys! On the bus!'' Mr Harris calls out. I break the eye contact and recoil my touch, spinning around to jump back on the bus.

''Y/N sit with Peter up front'' I just smile and nod at Mr Harris and took my new seat next to Peter who seemed on edge as well. I wasn't surprised.

''Are you okay?'' He turned to me and nodded, still seeming lost in thought. He turned back to stare out the window as we took off in silence. It was an awkward silence next to Peter so I decided to pop in a earbud, playing some music. I let my hand drop on the seat beside me which landed right next to Peter's. As soon as I felt the warmth from his hand I jumped back a bit, startled.

Why am I still feeling like this around him? He's just a guy who's not even interested in me.

Peter felt his heart speed up a little in his chest, moving his hand slightly closer towards you, hoping you wouldn't recoil again. I felt his hand brush against mine again, my breath hitching inside my throat. Peter picked up on this and smiled, cheating by using his spidey senses to pick up on your accelerating heart rate. I moved my hand closer so that now they were touching, letting the warmth from his touch soothe me.

I glance down then quickly glance away so he doesn't catch me. I smile sheepishly to myself and try to hide my redden cheeks. Peter's were reddening to so he mustered up the courage to take your hand. He trailed his on top of your and rested it there for a few moments, waiting for a reaction. Once he got none he continued, beginning to intertwine your fingers with his. He smiled and bit his lips once you let him hold your hand firmly in his own. He continued to stare out the window, smiling like a huge dork as the forestry now came into view.

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