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blackholelynn · 2 years

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Your Protection - Part Two

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Summary: You work as a cashier in a small convenience store, and your days are completely, painfully normal. After a particularly bad run-in with a rude customer, your life gets flipped upside down, and the only one who you can count on ends up being a complete stranger – Dean Winchester.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Cashier!Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of drowning, loss/grief, rude/abusive customer interaction, swearing – these warnings are for this series of parts as a whole, so while some of these warnings may not apply on this part, they will apply for future parts

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: Here's the second part! Just a warning that this part is much heavier than the last, so keep in mind the warnings above. Also, I'm now including a tag list by request for this fic, so feel free to let me know if you want added! If there's a character or fic series I'm writing that you would like tagged for, I can create a tag list upon request. Thank you so much for reading!

Tag List: @leigh70

Also cross-posted to my AO3 account, and you can read it here!

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The party was definitely something else, considering that the usual house bashes that you went to had people stacked on top of people. That was definitely not the case at Adam’s party, considering that his house was huge. The vast space made it hard to find Laurie when you arrived, having to twist and turn around already drunk party-goers.

“There you are!” She slurred from behind you, putting her arms around your shoulders. “I’ve been waiting!”

You laughed at her antics and carefully took her arms off you as you turned around. “I see you wasted no time getting the party started without me.”

“Absolutely! Adam is sooo fun. I can’t believe I forgot!”

Adam appeared from within the crowd and came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and putting a sloppy kiss on her neck. She swiftly turned her head and caught his lips when she noticed he was there. You cringed a bit at their improvised makeout session that showed no signs of stopping.

“Actually, Laurie, I think I just saw…Craig! Yeah, Craig from custodial right over there. I’ll go say hi,” you nervously fabricated, and when you slowly melted back into the throngs of the crowd, she hadn’t even noticed you left. Suddenly this party was starting to look worse and worse by the second.

Thankfully, you found the table where the drinks were being kept, and you wasted no time choosing your favorite and downing it in one fell swoop. A few people nearby hooped and hollered, but the crowd’s attention wasn’t drawn for long. Everyone around you seemed to be grouped up, and there was no one you recognized.

Maybe outside will feel a bit less…sweaty.

And it was, in a way. There weren’t nearly as many people outside, but those who were sat around the lawn attached to a partner in some way, shape, or form. Violin music could be heard in the background to bolster the romantic atmosphere, and it only served to cement the loneliness you were feeling, the loneliness that you’d been feeling for months at that point. You dug out your phone to see if a small game would ease your mind, but it was still on your contact screen when the screen unlocked.

There he was – ‘Hero Guy.’

Would it really be that big of a deal if you called him? It’s not like you would see him again, so it might be a fun little distraction. Dean didn’t seem all that bad, considering that he made sure you were safe. It was more than many other people would do, and experience had taught you that.

Before you could make up your mind, a scream rang out. Then a few more, and people started running out the doors in a frenzy. There was pushing and yelling and limbs flying everywhere. Your face scanned everyone pushing past you for Laurie, but no luck. You didn’t even think; your feet moved on their own as you went upstream against the crowd rushing out of the house, on a mission to find your friend.

“Laurie? Laurie, you there?” you called frantically as you started to go through room after room in the large house. You’d made your way to the kitchen when the sight almost made you collapse. “Laurie! Oh my god!”

Your friend laid on the white linoleum with her dark hair spread out around her. Her eyes stared up at the ceiling, completely unfocused, and water spilled from her mouth and onto the ground. She’d drowned – on dry land. Everyone had fled the kitchen, leaving it empty aside from you. Even Adam, who had been so clingy before, was nowhere to be seen.

You rushed to her side, not minding that the water on the floor was soaking your legs to the bone, and pulled out your phone to call 911. You had no idea how to explain the situation and instead just opted to say that she was unresponsive.

“Ma’am, can you feel a pulse?” The operator’s voice pulled you out of the shock you had fallen into.

You hesitantly felt her wrist and then her neck for a pulse, not finding one. “No.”

“Alright. What I need you to do is CPR. Have you ever had training before?”

“Yeah,” you answered quietly. Not since middle school, but training is better than no training .

The operator breathed a sigh of relief. “Good, that’s really good. I’m going to need you to start by making sure her airways are clear, and then you’ll need to start a set of thirty chest compressions. Can you do that for me?”

“I think so.” You then realized your uncertainty and steeled yourself. “Yes, I can do that.”

All the training seemed to come back at once, and you straddled Laurie to begin giving her the necessary compressions. The only thing you could think of to keep time with the chest compressions was Stayin Alive by the Bee Gees, a song that didn’t particularly feel appropriate. You counted each compression meticulously, and when you finished, you checked to see if she was breathing. Still nothing.

As you asked your next question, you were breathless, “Okay, I did 30 chest compressions. Now what?”

“Two big rescue breaths. You know how to do those?”

“Yeah.” You pinched Laurie’s nose and tilted her head back, breathing into her open mouth and watching for her chest to rise.

You knew it was only a handful of minutes, but it felt like hours as you went back and forth between chest compressions and rescue breaths as you were instructed until the paramedics arrived and quickly took your place. Suddenly the house was swarming with first responders and law enforcement, and you were left to sit on the cold, wet kitchen floor in the dress you’d worn to the party.

The adrenaline slowly lessened, and tears began to prick at your eyes. A bubbling hatred started to rise in your chest as you wondered where the hell Adam had gone and why he just left her on the ground. Why had everyone run away? Why hadn’t anyone tried to help her or call for help? She deserved more.

“Hey, are you alright?” The familiar voice made you look up, and you couldn’t believe your eyes. Dean was standing right there, dressed in a suit by the counter, and he seemed to see your confusion. “I forgot to mention that we’re FBI, I guess.”

“You guess? Yeah, it might’ve helped.” You hurriedly wiped away your tears with the back of your palm before standing up, trying to smooth out your tattered and soaked dress. Why it mattered, you weren’t sure. “What is the FBI doing here? This just happened.”

“We heard it on the scanner, and it’s related to the case we’re working on.”

“Which is?”

“We’re not at liberty to discuss it,” Dean said, and it was clear that was the only answer you would be getting.

But you weren’t just going to accept that, not after everything you’d just gone through. “I just had to perform CPR on my best friend who drowned in a kitchen. I think I have the right to know!”

That seemed to strike a chord with the tall man he’d come to the store with, a man you realized was his partner and fellow agent. He looked over at Dean with a pleading stare but still didn’t get much headway with it. Dean was stubborn; you could tell that much.

“You can help us by telling us what you know. Did you see anything out of the ordinary?” Dean fished out a small notebook from his pocket and a pen, but you could tell it was a pretense. The notebook looked brand new, so there was no way he used it frequently.

“Look, I was outside when this all happened. I just ran in here because I heard screaming.”

“You heard screaming and ran towards it?”

It sounds stupid when you put it that way . “Yeah, I did. The only other thing I could tell you was that she was with Adam DiMarco the last I saw her. He’s the guy who threw the party in the first place.”

“And you’re sure you didn’t see anything strange? No flickering lights, no cold spots, no sulfur smells?”

“No.” You cocked your head, not understanding how any of that mattered. It didn’t even seem tangentially related to what you’d just witnessed. “And those things point to…?”

Dean’s partner eagerly put a hand on Dean’s shoulder and steered him towards the door, offering an apologetic smile. “Sorry, he’s just a bit of a conspiracy nut. We’ll keep in touch.”

With that, they quickly left the kitchen, and you were swarmed by other law enforcement who were asking even more questions. Almost all of them were ones that you couldn’t answer because despite Laurie being your best friend, you talked extremely infrequently outside of work. What you did talk about had nothing to do with her personal life, and you couldn’t even tell them who they should contact as family.

Hours passed of questioning before they finally let you leave the scene, and the only saving grace was that one of the newer officers offered you a ride to the hospital to check on Laurie. He escorted you inside and explained the situation to the receptionist, who led you to a room.

You looked around the empty room, saw the snacks and water cart in the corner, and became confused. “I’m sorry, but I thought you were taking me to see Laurie?”

“I’ll be right back. The doctor just needs to talk to you for a moment first,” she said, turning to leave. The expression she wore landed somewhere between pity and guilt, and it caused a nervous knot to form in your stomach. That just left you to sit down in one of the unsettling comfy chairs, hoping that the disgusting nature of your clothes wouldn’t ruin the upholstery.

You stared at the cart beside you and debated taking something to eat. You hadn’t eaten since before you started your shift this morning, but a small piece of you knew that your stomach would only feel worse if you tried to eat. It felt paralyzing to sit in there alone, not knowing what had happened. Just this evening, you talked to her on the phone and saw her having fun with Adam.

When the door opened, you immediately looked up at the doctor, who wore a sullen expression. “Hello. You’re Ms. Hamilton’s friend?”

“Yes,” you said, fully introducing yourself. “Were you able to get a hold of her parents or anyone? Did you let them know what happened?” You were now standing. All the nervous energy was too much to hold while sitting down. The nail on your thumb was hanging on for dear life with how much you were picking at it.

“She doesn’t have any emergency contacts listed. You’re the closest thing we have right now to her family.”

The doctor’s words struck you hard. “Then where is she? Is she alright? What happened?”

“I’m sorry to tell you this, but Laurie didn’t make it. The paramedics couldn’t resuscitate her, and the ER tried to defibrillate and intubate, but we couldn’t save her. I’m so sorry.”

It felt like the world had been ripped out from under you, and suddenly nothing made sense. How was she dead? You’d seen her having fun and making out with Adam not a few hours before, and you’d tried everything after you found her. It felt like a stone was suddenly sitting on your chest, and bile rose to your throat. You began to sob and curled onto one of the chairs in the room, not even registering the doctor’s firm but gentle hand on your shoulder.

You weren’t sure how long you had stayed there crying, but after you managed to calm down enough to speak, you croaked out, “Can I see her?”

“Yes,” the doctor answered solemnly. You followed close behind as you were led through the sanitary walls of the hospital, and as you reached the room, the doctor stopped just short of the door. “She’s just through there. Would you like me to come in with you, or would you prefer to be alone?”

“Alone,” you answered. Your hand trembled as you opened the door, and no matter what you thought you were preparing yourself for, it was nothing close to the real thing.

Laurie lay unmoving on the bed. The intubation tube was still down her throat despite not being attached to anything else, and her hair fell limply on the thin hospital pillow. The pallor of her skin made it clear what fate had dealt her; she was dead.

Your cries fell on deaf ears as you reached out to hold her cold hand. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Laurie.”

You stayed by her side for as long as the doctor and the hospital staff allowed you, quietly muttering apologies to Laurie. It didn’t matter whether she could hear them or not. The time seemed to freeze inside the room, where the only sign that everyone else’s life kept moving was the sound of the hospital bustling outside.

Eventually, the doctor ushered you back out of the room, and the officer that escorted you to the hospital drove you home. You were thankful that it was the middle of the night so that you wouldn’t have to explain why you were driven home in a squad car to anybody else in your apartment building. Your legs and feet screamed in pain as you ascended the steps to your apartment, and by the time you unlocked the door, it was all you could do not to immediately fall onto the couch despite your wet clothes.

After changing into pajamas and curling under a blanket on your couch, you couldn’t help but still be perturbed by Dean’s questions from earlier. Flickering lights? Cold spots? Sulfur? It all sounded like something out of a bad B-movie that ripped off The Conjuring. Your curiosity was practically eating at you, and it seemed like a good enough distraction to keep you from spiraling from the grief.

You pulled your laptop off of your small coffee table and into your lap, and your fingers typed in a flurry across the keys as you frantically searched google. The results were an assortment of different home improvement blogs telling you how you would fix issues of that nature, but you knew that wasn’t what you were looking for.

It wasn’t until some deep scouring that you found something that seemed related, though not promising. “Jesus–” you muttered to yourself as you scrolled through the webpage in question. The word ‘Ghostfacers’ was splattered at the top with a skull as the O. The entire page was an eyesore, but the video playing showed two men explaining the existence of ghosts and how to stop them.

Is this what he meant when he called Dean a conspiracy theorist? He watches this shit?

However, you weren’t one to talk, as you couldn’t pull yourself away from the screen. Was it weird? Yes. Stupid? Absolutely. But entertaining? Undeniably. You huddled into your blanket the rest of the night and watched those two idiots, Harry and Ed, explain the inner workings of a world you didn’t believe in.

When you finally dragged your weary eyes away, you realized you’d stayed up the whole night, and it was only a few hours before your next shift. You groaned and leaned against the couch cushion, deciding that you were definitely not going in today. Without the distraction of the Ghost Facers, the cold grip of grief wrapped itself around you again, and the idea of working through that while having customers berate you was disheartening, at the least.

Your manager was pissed and tried to talk you into coming in for your shift, but it was no use. You tossed your phone onto the couch beside you after hanging up and flopped down further into the cushions. Watching more Ghostfacers suddenly seemed like a chore you didn’t want to finish, but you didn’t want to just vedge on the couch and do nothing. You got ready and left your apartment to head towards the library in a burst of motivation.

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Force Bond

Author’s Note: So I usually write my fics with female readers in mind, but I checked as much as I could in this fic and I don’t think any she/her pronouns are used, so I think it can be read as gender neutral! I hope you enjoy this, anon! I tried to keep it as close to your request as possible. And, as always, requests and open and feedback is much appreciated! Thank you guys, I love you all~

Requested?: Yes, by anon- “For Anakin requests, maybe a fellow Jedi who was a sith at one point but ran away from the master and turned to the light? Strong, confident but quiet person, but full of surprises 👀“

Summary: You sense the darkness in Anakin and help him overcome it.

Force Bond

Anakin Skywalker x reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: angst & canon-typical violence, also this definitely diverts from canon (like storyline) sooo yeah (and lmk if I ever miss any warnings pls!)

“I’ll be in the training room if you need me,” You tell your friend, Obi-Wan. He gives you a short nod before returning to his previous conversation with another Jedi Master.

You’re technically a new recruit to the Jedi Order, but you had already earned yourself the title of Jedi Knight. Although you had the skills and prowess to be a Jedi Master, you weren’t quite sure the Jedi Order trusted you fully yet. You see, you used to be their enemy. You were the Sith leader’s apprentice for years before you changed your ways and turned to the light. The Order had been skeptical of your arrival at first, but they eventually welcomed you and trained you in the ways of the light. Obi-Wan has been your friend, as he sees the difference in you, having known how you were on the dark side. Otherwise, you rarely speak to anyone.

So far, you’ve managed to keep a low profile. While you are serious about being on the light side now, you know better than to cause any accidental trouble and hurt your chances of ever being trusted here. So you stay quiet and to yourself, hoping that no one will try to get their revenge because you have definitely fought many of them before on the other side. But, luckily, revenge is not the Jedi way.

“When are you not training, (Y/n)?” A voice to your right laughs, snapping you out of your trance. You freeze, clicking your lightsaber off and attaching it to your hip again.

You look to your right to see Anakin Skywalker standing there, a small smirk tugging at his lips. You had never really talked to Anakin before, preferring to stay away from the troublemaker seeing as you were trying your hardest not to get in trouble here.

“Not one for talking?” He asks, and you realize that you had just been staring at him, immersed in your own thoughts.

You shrug at him, going to sit down on the side of the training room, done for now. He can have his training time, you just want to be alone.

“How about we duel, huh? We could use some combat training with other people, and I’ve heard that we are two of the most powerful here.” Anakin offers, going to stand next to you.

You look up at him, quirking one eyebrow up as if to say ‘really?’

“Oh come on, it’ll be fun.” He pleads. You stand up and make your way toward the door.

“Hey, listen, I didn’t mean to offend you or anything-” Before he can finish, you’ve shut the door with the force and readied your lightsaber. You step onto the training mat, ready to duel. Anakin jumps into action, not realizing that you were accepting his offer.

“One match.” You finally say, twirling the saber in your hand. He nods.

“One match. That’s all I ask for.” He agrees, a grin lighting up his features. It makes the corner of your lips tug up as well.

Once you’re both ready, you immediately lunge to the side of him. He does the expected, reaching out his saber so that you’ll run straight into it. However, you flip over the saber at the last moment and land on your feet, slicing your saber toward his back as you land. He quickly reacts, meeting your saber at his back with his own pointed down over his shoulder. The two of you make eye contact and you smirk, immediately swiping his feet out from under him and meeting his saber in front of him that slashes down. He’s now on his back on the ground as you stand above him, lightsabers locked in a fight for dominance. You take out your second lightsaber and lock onto his, providing double the force against him.

“Not fair!” He growls. After a few seconds, Anakin still manages to win the brute force battle and knocks you back a little bit, hopping up to his feet. You huff.

Fine. If you can’t win this with brute strength, you’ll just have to out-battle him with your agility and force-use.

The fight goes on for who knows how long, the two of you matching each other almost perfectly in your fighting ability and the force. No one has the upper-hand long enough to win, so it’s just a constant back and forth battle. Neither of you has tired out yet.

You can see the growing frustration in Anakin as the fight draws on. I mean, how could he not be frustrated? All of his life here at the temple he has been told that he’s the best there will ever be, that he’s the Chosen One. How can he not beat you, a simple Jedi Knight, if he’s the supposed Chosen One? You try not to dwell on his frustration as it isn’t your problem to deal with, but there’s something off about his frustration that you can’t quite place. It bothers you.

Mid-battle, as you slice at his feet, you feel a strange disturbance in the force. You reach out with the force, shoving Anakin back physically with the force and brushing against his force signature at the same time. As you do this, you feel a darkness in him that you hadn’t felt in a long time. This shocks you, causing you to gasp and pause in your movements for a moment, chilled to your very core.

As you’re paused, Anakin takes this moment to grab the upper hand and win. He uses the dark force inside of him to shove you with brutal force into the training wall, knocking the breath out of you.

You fall to your knees, gasping for breath as your lightsabers turn off and clatter out of your hands. You grasp at your throat, trying to breathe. There seems to be something invisible choking you. Then, the pressure is gone and you take a gulp of fresh air, sputtering and choking from your previous lack of air. You look up to Anakin a few feet in front of you who looks at his hands, fear evident in his eyes.

“I’m...so sorry, (Y/n), please forgive me-” He rushes to you, reaching out to help you up. You hold a hand out in front of you to stop him, getting up yourself and recalling your lightsabers to your waistband.

“Just...stay away from me.” You force out, calling your bag to you and swiftly making your exit from the training chamber.

You’re scared of Anakin. And you’re scared of who he might become.

~+~

It’s a few days later, and you have tried your best to avoid Anakin at all costs. He’s tried to apologize or talk to you, but you always find ways to get out of the situation. You’re sure Obi-Wan is starting to get suspicious of why you’re avoiding Anakin, but you don’t have the heart to tell him of the darkness manifesting in the so-called Chosen One. A darkness you had sworn to never interact with again unless it was getting rid of it.

This time, however, you seem stuck in the situation.

“(Y/n)!” Anakin force-closes the doors in front of you and to your right, leaving you no way to escape. You try to pry open the doors with your own force, but it’s no use because he makes it to you before you can even get the chance. He backs you into the corner, making every alarm in your head be on high alert.

“(Y/n), please, let me apologize.” His arms brace the wall on either side of your head, trapping you between the wall and his body.

“Get away from me.” You push him off you with surprising force. He seems surprised at your actions, as this could be considered an ‘outburst’ since you’re so quiet usually. You walk away from him in the direction he came from.

“What happened? I’m confused even by my own actions, please, you...you seem to know more than I do.” He calls out. You stop in your tracks, mentally cursing yourself for gaining empathy when you turned to the light side.

“You force choked me. That’s...typically known as a dark side power. I used to do it. Besides, I...I felt the darkness in you at that moment.” You murmur, voice barely above a whisper as Anakin approaches you again.

“The darkness...you felt it?” He asks, eyes searching your face for the truth. You refuse to look at him, but you nod instead.

“Then help me get rid of it.”

“What?” You ask, finally looking up at him. His eyes seem pleading.

“Help me get rid of the darkness in me. You know better than anyone else how to do that. Help me, please. You’re the only one I trust with this.” He takes your hand in his, making your eyes widen in surprise.

“I don’t know…” You sigh, glancing around.

“Please. You’ve dedicated yourself to eradicating darkness, now help me do the same.” He begs, keeping a tight hold on your hand. You sigh.

“Fine,” you concede, “meet me in the training room tomorrow after lunch.”

“Thank you, (Y/n). I won’t let you down.” He promises, a smile finding its way back to his face.

“You’d better not.” You scoff lowly before turning around and making your way back to your quarters.

What have you gotten yourself into?

~+~

It’s been a few months since you started training Anakin, getting rid of the darkness in him. With your help, you can confidently say that he’s almost completely back to the light again. There’s just a little bit more you have to work on, which is his aggression. He feels very deeply and that can lead to much anger in his life, which you’re trying to get rid of.

You’re currently meditating in the training room with Anakin, the two of you sitting across from each other physically even though you’re worlds above mentally and spiritually.

“Thank you for all of your help these past few months, (Y/n), you...you’re amazing. I couldn’t ask for a better teacher in the ways of the light. You’re truly a beacon of hope in the Jedi and...I’m so sorry for what you went through.” Anakin tells you through the force. You smile.

“Anakin, I’m simply helping you be the best version of yourself. Everything I’ve helped you with has already been inside you, I just taught you how to enhance the light in every situation instead of letting yourself succumb to darkness.” You tell him. You had gotten more comfortable with Anakin recently and had started opening up to him more. He knows of your past in the dark side, what you did, and how you overcame everything. He also knows the guilt you carry from that time in your life, too.

“You’ve also...helped me with new feelings, (Y/n). I’m happier now because of you,” He admits, smiling bashfully at you. You tilt your head to the side, not quite sure what he means. Before you can ask him, you’re both broken out of your meditation trance by Obi-Wan.

“(Y/n), Anakin, we know who Darth Sidious is. It’s Palpatine. He’s been controlling both sides of the war- hurry, we need your help. We’re going to engage now.” Obi-Wan explains in a hurry, causing both you and Anakin to jump into action immediately. You grab both of your lightsabers and the three of you run down the hall as fast as possible to Palpatine’s office.

The information rocks you to your core more than you would like others to know. The fact that you escaped from the dark side and joined the Jedi Order to get away from the exact same man. The exact same man that was the leader of the Republic. You never escaped after all. You fell right back into his hands.

“Should we have a planned attack to execute instead of a thrown-together group of Jedi Masters and Knights?” You ask Obi-Wan as the three of you are running.

“There’s no time. He’s at his weakest point now, Master Windu almost killed him but he was thwarted. We need to strike quickly or he will become too powerful.” Obi-Wan tells you in a hushed voice. You nod solemnly.

You were hoping this moment wouldn’t come so soon. You were hoping you wouldn’t have to face your former master until you were ready. Funny how the galaxy plays tricks like this sometimes.

“Hey, it’ll be okay,” Anakin whispers to you, secretly grabbing your hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze as the two of you run behind Obi-Wan. You look at him and smile gratefully. He must be able to sense the nerves radiating off of you through the force because on the outside you look calm and composed.

“Thanks.” You smile back at him, squeezing his hand then dropping it before anyone might see the two of you and misunderstand the situation. However...you must say, your feelings toward the Skywalker boy were more than just friendly now. You’re not sure how to tell him, though, because of the Jedi rules. Maybe if you just ignore it, it’ll go away.

Sooner than you wish, you’ve reached Palpatine’s office and the doors are sliding open. You see your old Sith Master engaging in an intense duel with Master Windu, the sight striking fear into your heart. Darth Sidious is on the ground, using his force lightning that Mace is blocking with his lightsaber. Your breathing quickens slightly, and you feel your palms get sweaty as you unlatch both of your lightsabers from your belt. Anakin stands next to you, and Obi-Wan on the other side of you.

“Sith Lord Darth Sidious...you are under arrest in the name of the Galactic Senate of the Republic.” You say, surprising both Anakin and Obi-Wan that you spoke first. You ignite your lightsabers, watching the light color crackle to life in your hands.

“Ah, (Y/n)...my old apprentice,” Sidious cackles, stopping his lightning and looking over at you. Mace lowers his lightsaber, looking over at the three of you.

“Thank you for coming to my aid, we must-”

Before Mace can continue, Sidious uses his force lightning again and catches him off guard. You gasp as Master Windu is sent flying out of the window, feeling you, Anakin, and Obi-Wan jumping into action. Obi-Wan attacks first and is eventually defeated and knocked out cold.

Next is Anakin. He runs at Sidious, and you watch the intense battle with fearful awe. You feel stuck to the ground where you are, the sheer power of the dark force in the room overwhelming you. Now that you’re faced with your former master, you’re not sure you can do it anymore. You love the light. You want the light.

You need the light.

“You won’t get away with this torture anymore!” You yell, jumping into the fight beside Anakin. The two of you move together flawlessly, backing Darth Sidious up against a wall purely from the sheer power the two of you are exerting. He has a hard time blocking both you and Anakin’s attacks, especially because you have two sabers.

As you lose yourself in the fight, you see Anakin get force shoved into a wall and knocked out. You watch his body sink to the floor unconscious, causing an aching pain to seize hold of your heart. You look back to Sidious, seeing the hideous smirk growing on his face.

“Now the battle is balanced. Do what you’re supposed to do, my apprentice. Use everything I have taught you to finally kill me and fulfill your destiny of becoming the new Sith Lord. Take Anakin as your new apprentice. I know you can feel the darkness in him...and I know you want to succumb to your own darkness again.” Sidious tries to entice you. You feel sweat start to form on your forehead as you continue your unending onslaught of attacks. You’re starting to get tired after exerting so much force on holding back one being. One being that you know the strengths of. Sidious is much stronger than you, and he’s more than right. You won’t be able to beat him if you don’t succumb to the darkness, but if you do, you’ve still done what he wants.

There is no win in the situation for you.

“I’m...not your apprentice.” You grunt, finally landing a blow on his side. He cries out in pain but it turns into a malicious cackle.

“You’re on the edge, my dear. Just jump. Embrace the dark side as you once did.” Your sabers and his lock together, once again a fight for dominance. You push hard against his saber, hoping for him to give some slack. You feel a guttural scream rip out of your throat as you continue to press your hardest into his saber. He pulls back and pushes out again, knocking you onto the ground. You back up as he presses forward, disappointment in his hideous yellow eyes. You feel the same fear grip your heart, knowing this might be your end. Hopefully, Anakin and Obi-Wan will be able to defeat him together once you’re gone.

“If you can’t defeat me, (Y/n), then I guess you never deserved to be my apprentice. Maybe I’ll just kill you and then take Anakin as my own apprentice…” Sidious plots, stalking forward slowly.

The thought of him even trying to turn Anakin to the dark side again stirs you into action. In a dash, you’re back on your feet and charging him again. He’s surprised, and you take this moment to slice across his stomach, gaining a scream from his lips. You smirk in satisfaction.

“I may have come from the depths of the dark...but I can assure you, Anakin will never head down the same path I once did. Through our bond, the dark side will be defeated.” You promise, watching him turn around. His eyes lock onto your form and you twirl your lightsabers in your hands.

“Through our bond...the dark side will be defeated.” You hear your words echoed from behind Sidious. You both look to see Anakin propping himself up against the wall, eyes closed as he shakily reaches out a hand to you. You feel his force signature sending power to you, strengthening you. You smile.

The smile is gone when Sidious charges at Anakin, deciding that he’ll have to get rid of at least one of you in order to escape.

“No!” You scream, pure terror ripping the instinctive noise from your throat as you rush forward and sink both of your sabers into Sidious’ neck. He lets out a screech and falls to the ground, dead.

Your breath comes out raggedly as you turn off both your lightsabers, letting them fall to the ground. You sink to your knees next to Sidious’s dead body, in front of Anakin. Your head is down and you don’t notice that you’re crying until you see the tears drip onto your knees.

There’s a hand on your shoulder, and you look up to see a smiling Anakin. You pull him forward and embrace him, exchanging no words as the two of you just bask in each other’s presence.

“You did it.” Anakin praises you.

“I did it.” You say, although yours is much more fearful. Anakin notices the tone.

“What’s wrong? He’s dead. You saved us all.” Anakin pulls away, looking into your eyes. You feel him reach up and wipe the tears from your cheeks.

“I-I killed him...I did exactly what he wanted,” You cry, meeting Anakin’s eyes with your tear-filled ones. Anakin’s gaze softens.

“No, (Y/n), you didn’t. He wanted you to kill him out of malice and darkness. You killed him out of righteous anger and light,” Anakin tells you, pulling you back into the hug. You grip tightly at his tunic, pulling him impossibly closer to you.

He’s right. You did the right thing.

“You did it too, Anakin. You emanated the light. You helped me. You strengthened me.” You murmur, digging your head into the crook of his neck.

“Through our bond, the dark side will be defeated. You said it yourself, (Y/n). We’re beacons of light to each other.” He strokes your hair, and you feel your breathing start to reach a normal pace again.

The two of you pull out of your embrace. Anakin looks into your eyes and you realize now the close proximity between the two of you.

His eyes flicker to your lips, and for a second you think you’re just seeing things. But then he leans forward and presses his lips to yours and you know that you’re dreaming.

“I-I think I love you, Anakin,” You whisper once the kiss has been broken. Anakin chuckles.

“I think I love you, too, (Y/n).” He whispers back, capturing your lips in a kiss once more.

“This has been a turn of events I can’t quite say I wasn’t expecting.” You hear a grunt from behind you. You break away from Anakin and see Obi-Wan propping himself up against the wall, a hand clutching his side as he does so.

“Master!” You hurriedly help him up, looking over to see Anakin standing up himself. You can tell they’re both hurt, and maybe concussed, but they’ll be okay. And so will you.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. Maybe...after what happened today, we can get the relationship approved. After all, I sense the force bond the two of you have developed. If this relationship is something the force wills, then who are we to deny the force of what it needs?” Obi-Wan chuckles, although it’s pained. You help him to the medic bay.

“And we will defeat the dark side, (Y/n). Sidious was the first step and the biggest obstacle. We will eradicate the dark from the galaxy.” Anakin promises you, holding your hand in his. You smile.

“Through our bond.” You nod in agreement.

“Our force bond.”

~~~~~

Tags: @anakinlove @official-hitmxn @rowley-with-ackerman

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marsandsaturn · 4 years

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Can I ask for an ansty one-shot with aizawa, where he has to choose over the reader or one of his friends, and the reader conforts him, could be dirty or not

NOOOOOOO YOU CAN’T MAKE ME, I REFUSE.....JK IM GONNA DO IT BECAUSE ITS AIZAWA BUT GOD I AM GOZING TO CRIIIII. Gender: Female Reader but it actually seems like a Gender Neutral Warnings: Angst, Fluff

Shota Aizawa. Not as known Endeavour or All might, but he is known if you are a fan of underground heroes. You were a super fan of underground Heroes, and luckily for you one of classes, you had to write as essay on a Pro-Hero. While other choose the top 20s or top 10 you chose your favorite Hero. Eraserhead. You had gotten a 100 on that essay, and usually when you do good on a essay for go to your favorite Coffee, Tea, or Boba, place, so that is what you did. What you didn’t expect was that the Pro-Hero was also at that place. You had literally ran into him and fell on your butt. Of course this old man,,,Elizabeth he’s like 31 calm down he’s not that old,,,would fall in love with a senior in college. Now you were a successful(the career you want in real life apply hear) and dating the Pro-Hero Eraserhead. The first two years were good, lots of cuddling, and hanging out at each other’s apartment. Eventually meeting his class was eventful. Lets just say your favorite students were, Hitoshi Shinsou and Shoto Todoroki, but that’s a secret only for you. But after two years a rough patch began to form. You see, you tended to get attached to people because of your mommy and daddy issues, but I am not going into detail about thats, so you weren’t often trying to be wit Aizawa as much as you can. And although he didn’t mind hanging out with you, he would have liked to hang out with his friends, specifically, Mic and Midnight. So the three of them went out to the club tonight, Midnight’s idea. You on the other hand were a bit upset that you weren’t invited but you pride wouldn’t never let you tell Aizawa how you feel, you stayed in your bed watching anime because why not. But that’s not when you snapped. One night he decided to go out again with his friends, and then another night, and another night, but those nights never bothered you. It was went he had promised the two of you to go out on a date, but instead you saw Aizawa on Mic’s Private story at a club instead of in his car on his away to pick you up. You snapped. You fell to the ground crying and hugging you knees. This is silly. It was okay that he forgot, it will only be one night. This was not going to be only one night, he hates you, you ask for too much, you can’t do things by yourself, he’s gonna leave you. No no Shota would never leave me, he promised, and he has never broken his promises. He broke one tonight. The devil and the angel in your head kept arguing as you dragged yourself out of the apartment. What were you going to do? Confront him like those girls you have seen all over Instagram. Why? Because you knew that you were going to drive him away, you always did. When you arrived, the three of them exited the club on their way to a fast food restaurant, when Midnight saw you. “Zawa isn’t that Y/N?” He turned his head and spotted you looking towards the grounds with your phone in your hand, looking through a bunch of pictures, but not of him, but of people who left you, you never deleted them because you had gotten to attached and didn’t want to delete them. His eyes widen when he realized the two of you had a date tonight. He called out your name you looked up, but tears began to run down your face as soon as you looked into his eyes. He walked towards you and grabbed your arm but you pulled away. “What did I do Shota? Please just answer this? Every time I ask someone this they never answer and try to ignore the question. I just wanna know, what I am doing wrong with each relationship of friendship I had.” You were sobbing at this point, but he pulled the two of you into a alleyway, “What do you mean?” “I have never wanted to be one of those girls, but I can’t take it anymore, not when I am in pain. Why do you chose them every time. I understand that they were there before me but you have been hanging out then them more than me. I haven’t even been in your arms in a month. I just want to love you, kiss you, cuddle you, have dinner with you, maybe lunch or breakfast. I just want you, but I probably did something wrong for you to not want to be around me anymore, fuck, please tell me what I did or am doing wrong so I can either fix it or leave” Shota was a mess, but not as much as you. Most people would have an explanation as to why they were hanging out with their friends more then their s/o but he didn’t have one. Not without giving it away. He wanted to do this on your birthday in your apartment but he didn’t know how much longer he could last. But he understood your pain. He knew the question you were asking, and he had an answer. “Y/N you have done nothing wrong, yes I forgot about tonight’s date, my love, I didn’t want to do this hear and especially in this situation but I can’t loose you. The day you told me about what you wanted to be I truly fell in love. I’m sorry I caused you all this pain” He bends down to touch your forehead with yours. He loved you too much. This man was whipped for you, or as Denki would state, a simp for you. He loved everything about you from the little things you do when your focused, to the 3 am adventures through the city that you post of your 3 am with Y/N private story that he watched while on patrol. He loved when you would try to cook but fail and almost burn down the apartment, and he loved whenever you would bake, because your baking was the best. He closes his eyes before removing his forehead that was against your and moves his lips towards your quivering ones. Both of your lips were soft, but yours tasted with vanilla with caramel, and his tasted like peppermint, a chapstick you bought him for when the holidays were around. He decided to put the chapstick on again now that it was November and holidays were coming up. He knew you loved when his lips tasted like peppermint. In this moment, you felt safe, you felt like you were home, which was something you haven’t felt in a while. You missed the softness of his hair, the way he looked at you, the way your heart missed a beat whenever he was around, the way he would lay in your arms after a long day, the way the two of you were sit in the bath with bubbles, or when the two of you would watch movies together, or how you two would just read together. “Y/N marry me” The man with the scar under his eye asked, You were shocked. This perfect man wanted to marry you. He wanted to marry a mess that was called Y/N. He wanted to marry you, out of all the people he chose you.

You began to tear up and give him a hug which he returned with a kiss to your forehead. He didn’t care how messed up you were, he wanted you for you. He knew from the moment he met you but didn’t accept that he wanted to marry you until you became successful in your career. “Shota” You called out his name. He pulled back away from the hug and looked at your face. HIs face was filled with love, but not just any love. It was love for you, it was love for the love of his life, his Y/N, “Can we have a June Wedding?” “Y/N is that a reference to the Vampire Diaries” ‘How’d you know Sho?” He laughed. But he knew that you accepted his proposal. He knew that you want him to be your husband as he wanted you to be his wife. “Actually I’d like a winter wedding because summer weddings suck and I have a list why” You began as he chuckled and kissed you one more time before leading you out the allyway. As soon as the two of you wanted out, Mic and Midnight began to cheer. Of course they were there to witness his proposing to you, they were his best friends after all.

“I love you Sho” “I love you too baby”

Author’s Note: I cried like twice TWICE. I wrote this and I made myself cry. Now I am not saying this is good but I hope it was to your satisfaction :) Please request more stuff like his I really enjoy these. Also sorry if there as any spelling mistakes or grammar mistakes I was in a rush to write this as I have assignments due in a few hours sooo. Enjoy ! :) To make are request click here!

#my hero academia #aizawa smut #aizawa x y/n #bnha aizawa #fluf #aizawa fluff #aizawa angst #mha smut #bnha smut #bnha fluff #mha fluff

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bts-ficrecs · 4 years

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hey!! can you recommend a few series (any member)? thank you very much!

“a few” hAHAHAHA you’re really funny.

Bro, why’d u have you make ur request sooo broad 😂 i tried to reign in the crazy and failed. I decided I’m going to give you a list of series that are sitting impatiently on my to read list! Making this list makes me want to devour them all right now lol.

Feel free to go through my archive to find series that I have read, cause there are plenty of those too :”) So without further ado…

Note: please be aware several of the ongoing series are either on hiatus or discontinued or just haven’t been updated in 17392 years lol. I know some people can’t deal with that so do make sure to check if the writers are still active and/or when the last update was! And don’t pressure the writers about updates kthxbai ❤

ONGOING

Aristocrat by @itskimtaehyung

Genre: angst, smut

Parts: 3/4

Summary: In which Namjoon pays you for your *ahem* services.

A Valediction: Forbidden Mourning by @therealredraven

Genre: angst, smut

Parts: 4/? (discontinued)

Summary: Love comes in many shapes, but does not always have a prosperous fate. However, whereas parents might have found it, all the children can do is live in kalopsia. Forbidden yet denying the mourning of the path chosen for them by Fate.

Blood Princess by @mintchockookie

Genre: angst

Parts: 9/?

Summary: Choi Y/N is one of the most dangerous and feared members of Papa Choi gang. But she doesn’t want to be. Kim Nam Joon is the leader of the biggest gang in all South Korea and craves revenge for having his godfather being killed by Papa Choi. When their paths cross, nothing can hold them.

Untold Stories by @interludemoonchild

Genre: fluff

Parts: 8/?

Summary: A series of drabbles based on Namjoon owning a bookshop in a small town.

What Am I To You? by @honeyedhoseok

Genre: angst, smut

Parts: 2/?

Summary: To Namjoon, she could make the salt taste like sugar on her hands. But in the end, she isn’t as sweet as he believed her to be.

COMPLETE

Best Friend!Namjoon by @lamourche

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 3/3

Summary: “I locked the keys in the car.”

Passionfruit by @joonbird

Genre: smut

Parts: 4/4

Summary: To you, matters of the heart have always been simple. You’ve always lived by three rules: you don’t do emotions, you don’t do attachment, and you don’t do love. That is, until you meet the enigma that is Kim Namjoon- a man who shakes your entire world upside down.

Piercings by @personawife

Genre: smut

Parts: 2/2 + 1 (feat. Yoongi)

Summary: “What’s that sticking through your shirt?”

Rumor Has It by @jjungkookislife

Genre: smut

Parts: 2/2 + drabble

Summary: After hearing a rumor about your best friend, it's all you can think about.

Tear by @polaritae

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 3/3

Summary: Getting the attention of your crush seems impossible. Good thing your best friend is always willing to help out!

ONGOING

Dame-De-La-Nuit by @cyphahobi

Genre: fluff, smut

Parts: 2/?

Summary: First night on the job turns into a week long adventure of business and pleasure. Landing business man, Kim Seokjin as your first client, turns your whole world upside down.

Evanescent by @jinletgo

Genre:angst, smut

Parts: 1/?

Summary: You’re a journalist-aspiring secretary to Kim Namjoon, the CEO of Telescope, a leading lifestyle and culture magazine. One night with a handsome and charismatic stranger ignites a passion and excitement that you didn’t know you had. When that stranger turns out to be Kim Seokjin, the print journalist of a rival magazine, the simple life you take for granted and dream career you’d been working towards are left in jeopardy…

King of Hearts by @thecozywhaleshark

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 9/10

Summary: You are a famous writer who can’t exactly show up to an event alone… so you hire an escort… his name is Jin.

The City Comes Alive by @minflix

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 1/2

Summary: Being a street performer, Kim Seokjin sees many nameless and forgettable faces each and everyday. But there is this one girl that he can’t seem to forget. Maybe it’s because his heart seems to fall in love with her a little more each time she passes him by.

COMPLETE

Aperitivo by @bangtanbetchfics

Genre: smut, feat Jungkook

Parts: 2/2

Summary: On the heels of a breakup, you fall hopelessly in lust with two pastry chefs on your vacation in Venice.

Burden by @neonlights92

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 8/8

Summary: After the death of his wife during childbirth Kim Seokjin is unable to hold his baby daughter without grief taking control. Just three weeks after the love of his life is taken from him so suddenly, Jin is expected to marry somebody new. You are foolish and have spent your whole life pining after Kim Seokjin from afar, even after he marries your best friend, Seul. But suddenly Seul is gone and you are expected to marry Jin and raise his child. You know your heart is already in it, but what about his?

Alt. Summary: A marriage to Kim Seokjin was all you ever wanted. But not at the cost of your best friend’s life.

Don’t Wanna Fall by @9uk

Genre: fluff, smut

Parts: 4/4

Summary: After your boyfriend breaks up with you, you are in need of company. Strangely enough, you get more company than you had initially wanted.

Alt. summary: His world revolves around wealth, power and most importantly—women. He’d spoil every one of them by his side or on his bed, with limited edition bags and expensive heels. So why is the CEO of kim corporations currently buying you a pet bunny?

In The Bleak Midwinter by @pcyheartgirlx

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 25/25 + 2 different endings

Summary: We’re all whores, we just sell different parts of ourselves.

Peach Parfait by @jamaisjoons

Genre: fluff, smut

Parts: 2/2

Summary: You and Seokjin have always been at odds as the top two chefs at Big Hit Academy of Culinary Arts.

The Devil Wears Armani by @floralseokjin

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 5/5 + drabbles

Summary: You never imagined accidentally attempting to sell your soul to the devil would lead to this…

ONGOING

Addicted by @yoongiandchiminie

Genre: angst, fluff

Parts: 4/?

Summary: Suga, the Stealth and Weapons guy of Bangtan meets his Soulmate with a bang. He’d grown up believing in the idea of finding the person he was destined to be with and won’t let her get away. Even if she’s addicted, he’s determined to help her. He just wants to save his Blue girl.

Choices by @btsiguess

Genre: fluff, smut

Parts: 4/?

Summary: You didn’t think that when you woke up this morning you were going to go out and buy a hybrid. But really, ending up with this stupid cat might be the best thing that ever happened to you. Much to both you and Yoongi’s chagrin.

Grey Area by @blushoseoks

Genre: angst, smut

Parts: 13/?

Summary: And just like that, your fate was sealed - because min yoongi was absolutely going to destroy you. But hell if you weren’t going to let him, or bask happily in the flames as he did so.

Reputation by @mindayss

Genre: angst, smut

Parts: 1/?

Summary: Min Yoongi’s got quite a reputation. As do you.

COMPLETE

Di piano e forte by @justoneday-namjoonii

Genre: angst, fluff

Parts: 6/6

Summary: Piano; A keyboard of cypress, played with soft and loud. Was it the ivory and onyx keys that let you escape from your reality…Or was it the man with sable hair and ivory skin.

Errantes by @cno-inbminor

Genre: fluff

Parts: 2/2 + Epilogue

Summary: Yoongi accidentally gets spiked pumpkin juice, but it’s not by alcohol. More like it was spiked by a Love Potion – Beguiling Bubbles, to be exact – and Sora may or may not have had a hand in this. The point is, she’s hoping Yoongi will never find out and she’ll be alive to take her N.E.W.T.’s.

Fragility by @writtenyoongi

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 3/3

Summary: “There are a lot of fucked up things about me, you know? And there’s a lot of fucked up things that have happened. But when I’m with you all of those things, yeah they still exist but it’s like they’re a lot further away, I don’t feel as if they’re eating me alive.”

Long Time Coming by @an-exotic-writer

Genre: fluff, angst (?)

Parts: 6/6 + drabble

Summary: In which it’s been a long time coming since you’re meeting Min Yoongi once more.

Private Lessons by @baeseoul

Genre: smut

Parts: 2/2

Summary: “I have an idea,” Once he saw how you straightened in your seat, your gaze flaring with aggravation, he continued quickly, “For every question I get right, you tell me something about yourself.”

Skin Deep by @aquaminwrites

Genre: fluff, smut

Parts: 10/10

Summary: Yoongi has never—and presumably will never—like tattoos.

ONGOING

Bygones Of The Sun by @scriptaed

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 3/?

Summary: Jung Hoseok was once the sweetheart of the school, the dance captain whom every girl, including you, can’t help but fall head over heels for. But like the force of the ever-glowing sun, everything that rises must also set. A year of inactivity later and he’s now the school’s resident bad boy. You’re a firm believer of allowing the past be the past, and yet you can’t help but wonder where the rises sun has gone into hiding- because perhaps its shadows have out-shines its own radiance.

Euphuistic by @guksthighs

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 2/?

Summary: Hoseok’s delivery of flowers does not go as planned when it starts raining and someone mysertious gives him an umbrella.

Plant A Kiss On These Tulips by @honeyedhoseok

Genre: fluff

Parts: 2/?

Summary: After your boss, Jisu–head wedding planner at Ornate Events–develops a ragweed allergy, you are put in charge of working with the florist company In Bloom. But instead of their top-notch flower arrangements, their incredibly radiant owner Jung Hoseok proves to be what catches your eye over the course of the months that follow.

Salted Caramel by @your-miss-right

Genre: fluff

Parts: 9/?

Summary: She liked him…a lot and she just wanted to get the point across. Too bad the wrong guy got it. Note to self: Check orders before writing little notes to the wrong customer!

Starfire by @readyplayerhobi

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 6/?

Summary: The schism that broke the galaxy began, as it usually does, over a disagreement. The resultant civil war has raged for hundreds of years. When a ragtag group of travellers discovers something that could turn the tide of war, for good or for worse, the bonds of friendship and love will be tested.

Note: ok but basically just read all of Tali’s Hoseok series sdjfakjaf

Wall to Wall by @winetae

Genre: smut

Parts: 1/4

Summary: Temporary popularity is the biggest threat to your career right now. Without a solid core fan base you’re doomed to be forgotten. If not now, then in a month or two, and if not then, surely by the end of the year. That’s how quickly the adult film industry cycles through their actors, especially when you’re a woman. Your agent comes forward with a proposition to help put you back on the map.

COMPLETE

By Its Cover by @crystaljins

Genre: angst, fluff

Parts: 8/8

Summary: Your annoying little brother Jimin accepts a dare and summons a demon into your living room. There are multiple problems with this. 1) Demons are the most hated species on earth. 2) That demon happens to be Jung Hoseok, the most popular guy on campus 3) The fact that Jung Hoseok is a demon is his biggest secret and 4) Jung Hoseok hates your guts. You’re in for a wild ride.

Life in the Fast Lane by @sugaxjpg

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 1/3

Summary: Hoseok was not someone who expected to find love, even less under the conditions he met you—bleeding to death in an alley, unable to go to an hospital without being recognized by the ones who did such thing to him. Though, he would soon learn that the best things in life are the unplanned, kind ones. Especially the kind ones.

The Black Book by @honeyedhoseok

Genre: smut

Parts: 9/-- (discontinued)

Summary: Being personal assistant involves doing a lot of different tasks for your boss Jung Hoseok–including setting up his rendezvous with his black book clientele.

The Gentlemen’s Club by @brookelegend

Genre: smut

Parts: 15/15 + Epilogue + author’s note + drabbles

Summary: You’ve been in a dating drought, more specifically, a sex drought. Your best friend has the perfect remedy for your problem: The Gentlemen’s Club.

ONGOING

Contraband by @leadermon

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 11/?

Summary: If you had known what you had known now, would you have gone? If you knew who you would meet, the boy with the bright orange hair, and how getting wrapped up in him would tear all your brother had built to the ground, would you have gone?

Crossroads by @honeyedhoseok

Genre: angst, fluff

Parts: 4/?

Summary: You summon Park Jimin, the crossroads demon who rather than taking your soul and granting you wish, wants to become an extremely annoying life companion.

induratize by @hobiwonder

Genre: angst, fluff

Parts: 5/?

Summary: Prince Jimin had grown up despising people from your empire and vice versa. When your father weds you to the crowned Prince of Haelyra, your kingdom’s sworn enemies, as a form of alliance to fight a greater evil, you struggle to make sense of your new life as the future Queen to be and deal with a husband who cannot stand you.

Jealousy Games by @avveh

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 3/?

Summary: You decide to play a game of push and pull with your ex Jungkook, bringing Jimin along for the ride.

COMPLETE

Handyman by @drquinzelharleen

Genre: angst, smut

Parts: 5/5

Summary: Jimin is your landlord’s son. After one stressful day he comes to fix your shower for you. You find yourself constantly thinking about him. Could he be the perfect submissive?

I’ll Never Be Her by @anon-luv

Genre: angst, fluff

Parts: 5/5 + Epilogue + drabbles

Summary: You loved him with all your heart, but he could only give you half of his. Jimin was the love of your life, your night in shining armor when she wasn’t around. She was his ex girlfriend, his first love, actually she was his many firsts and she kept coming back. He had warned you she was his weakness, but you didn’t listen, because to you having him even if it was only partially was better than not having him at all. At least for now.

Neighbors by @jkeuphoriadreamland

Genre: angst, smut

Parts: 7/7 + Epilogue

Summary: Finally achieving your successes in life you never expected the distraction that came with your new hot neighbor. He however, had been trying to get your attention for a much different reason.

Nine One One by @yminie

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 2/2

Summary: When murder and crime threaten the city of Seoul, there’s a team in place to help keep the public safe, but just what do you do when all your training is to help others, and the one that needs help is actually you?

Limerence by @jiminscenarios

Genre: angst, fluff

Parts: 14/14 + Epilogue

Summary: He was a coldhearted asshole and the leader of South Korea’s most wanted gang, whereas she was an innocent and kind college student. They were polar opposites, yet he was so infatuated with her. But opposites are supposed to attract after all, aren’t they?

Love Yourself Trilogy by @threeletterslife

Genre: angst, fluff

Parts: 3/3

Summary: Excelling in every school subject, acing every math test and conquering the academic world is something you do as easily as breathing. As your residential social outcast nerd, you live rather as a recluse, talking to almost no one except for your dear ol’ cousin and that sweet boy in a few of your classes—Jungkook? was that his name? Befriending your ʰᵒᵗ AP stats teacher was the last thing on your high school senior agenda… but when life throws you curveballs, it is what it fucking is.

ONGOING

Begin Again by @writtenyoongi

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 4/?

Summary: Things had been tough since your divorce from yoongi, you were still heartbroken over losing him whilst trying to balance being a single mother and providing the best you could for your daughter. When Kim Taehyung enters your life you start to learn how to love again, but the beautiful man is not without his own source of heartbreak.

The Client by @jungkookiebus

Genre: angst, smut

Parts: 2/?

Summary: Your services applied to many types of people and you were good at what you did, delivering sexual fantasies. This particular client happens to be your personal favorite for more reasons than one.

Van Gogh by @btsjeonjazz

Genre: smut

Parts: 1/?

Summary: Who would have guessed that Kim Taehyung, honorable student and your tutor, had some dark secrets?

V2 by @honeyedhoseok

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 9/12

Summary: This series is reader-insert revolving around Taehyung and his long-term surreptitious relationship with Y/N.

When You Least Expect It by @johobi

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 12/15 + drabble

Summary: You’re in love with your childhood friend, Taehyung. The problem is, you treasure your friendship with him far too much to ever risk losing it. Oh, and he’s quite the Casanova. At your wits’ end with feelings you can no longer hide as diligently as you once did, you ask him to set you up with someone, anyone, in a last ditch attempt to avoid a heartbreaking conversation.

COMPLETE

Change by @junghelioseok

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 9/9 + Epilogue

Summary: A kind, handsome stranger makes you question your deteriorating relationship.

One Good Purr (Deserves Another) by @jinpire

Genre: fluff, smut

Parts: 4/4

Summary: Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to visit Taehyung just before your heat. (Or to ask if his best friend was available.)

Summer Love by @analovegirl

Genre: angst, smut

Parts: 3/3

Summary: It was Summer when he lost his whole world, his family and his identity. And it’s summer again when he comes across the girl he swore was his enemy. Join Taehyung, as he tries to find his true identity– as a human and as a merman, along with the mystery of his parent’s demise.

The Chrysanthemum Effect by @rosaetae

Genre: angst

Parts: 10/10 + Epilogue

Summary: Keeping your flowers, keeping your pain— it’s already everything you need to move on. How do you move on from things if you’re not willing to accept them?

Yarn by @dreamhimcloser

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 2/2

Summary: The mere idea that someone will kiss you while you slept made you shiver with disgust, but your educators promised you time and time again that this is exactly how you reach true love.

ONGOING

Block Party by @minlucent

Genre: smut

Parts: 2/?

Summary: Moving into your new apartment brings back memories of your biggest mistake.

Employee Perks by @chiminiemoans

Genre: angst, smut

Parts: 3/?

Summary: Sure, the employee perks at your job were bonuses, life insurance, sick leave, health benefits etc. etc., but the best employee perk of all was working with a man known as Jeon Jungkook.

In Debt by @ichirakukpop

Genre: angst, fluff

Parts: 2/?

Summary: All your life you’ve been taken care of by your rich father and his money, but when a someone named Jungkook barges into your home demanding for his money back, your life is turned upside down.

Serendipity by @rohobi

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 10/13

Summary: The occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way. After forgetting to click out of his pornhub incognito tab last night, you find yourself shoulder-to-shoulder with Jungkook at 3am watching the rest of it.

COMPLETE

Anima Meaology by @arckook

Genre: angst, fluff

Parts: 4/4 + Epilogue

Summary: Your best friend was never supposed to know that his name was on your wrist.

Falling Skies by @fortunexkookie

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 6/6 + drabbles + spinoff oneshot

Summary: Jeon Jiyeon was your childhood best friend; her brother, Jungkook, was something else entirely.

Goldilocks by @perpetually-jungshook

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 10/10 + drabble

Summary: After getting evicted, your two best friends Jimin and Taehyung offer you a place to stay until you get back on your feet. Needless to say, with a part time job and a mountain of student debt, that’s not happening any time soon. Eventually, they DO become really fond of having you around, helping with chores and even splitting rent. So when you come home one day to find someone has been sleeping in your couch-bed, well… it’s something you won’t take lightly.

Oath by @bangtan-yeonghon

Genre: angst

Parts: 33/33

Summary: What if one day everything you ever wanted is taken away and your whole world comes crushing down? If you were to forget today, who would you be tomorrow?

Watch Me Babygirl by @lunarimagines

Genre: fluff, smut

Parts: 20/20

Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Will You? by @jungee

Genre: angst, fluff

Parts: 2/2

Summary: Jungkook + you = prom dates??

ONGOING

Bangtan Crossing by @mintedmango

Genre: fluff

Parts: 4/?

Summary: You step off the train in the quiet of dusk with a relieved sigh, just looking at the awakening of some stars and the bottoms of trees of this countryside town in awe. It was so different from the city, so dark at night, not lit up by thousands of street lamps and buildings turned on in the wee hours of the evening.

Lifeline by @forgottenpasta

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 6/?

Summary: What happens when a witch curses seven vampires to share one fated mate between them?

Lueur De Lune by faery_kth (AO3)

Genre: fluff

Parts: 5/?

Summary: Your recent move has caused a lot of stress and you decide to take a stroll by the little lake behind your house only to find the moon and her fallen star.

Over the Moon by @threeletterslife

Genre: angst, fluff

Parts: 6/8

Summary: You feel isolated in the vast American country with no one but your older brother and your six rowdy friends to keep you company. But when they disappear without a trace, you’re left with nothing. Nothing until you become dragged into the world of the mob. The mafia world promises glory, fame and big bucks. But that comes with backstabbing, pain, regret and vengeance behind the veils. You’re not ready for that alone. Are you?

Potions, Magic, And Otherworldly Charmers by agentlemanshat (AO3)

Genre: fluff

Parts: 3/7

Summary: Have you ever imagined Namjoon as a high-end witch? Jungkook as a werewolf or Jimin as a merman? And a magical world full of possibilities? Well, look no further! Because here is where it happens.

Twisted Tails by @kmseokjins

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 4/?

Summary: After the death of your older sister, you're suddenly entrusted with her two hybrids. Who knew that following your sister's wishes would eventually turn your life upside down.

Void by @btssavedmylifeblr

Genre: angst, smut

Parts: 6/?

Summary: You are the only female crew member on a 12 year space mission with seven handsome men. The sexual tension is real, y’all.

COMPLETE

A Fairy Tale’s End by @bangtan-dreamland

Genre: angst, fluff

Parts: 8/8 + Epilogue

Summary: You wanted, for once, to be someone important, someone needed- to be wanted and appreciated, to love and be loved. Well, you should be careful what you wish for.

College by @btslibrary

Genre: smut

Parts: 7/7

Summary: A 7-part BTS smut series.

Hybrid House by @hollyhomburg

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 3/3 + Epilogue

Summary: To Seokjin, Home consists of his human partners Namjoon and Hoseok as well as their Hybrids; the pups- named Taehyung and Jimin, their black cat- called Yoongi, and their foxboy- called Jungkook. Together they have the happiest family possible, everyone loves everyone equally. So what happens when Namjoon finds you? A cat hybrid, beaten close to death left alone in an alleyway on the coldest night of the year? He takes you home, shows you his family, and together they teach you what love can be like.

congratulations you made it to the end....lol. enjoy all these fics and give the authors lots of love, okay? 🧡

#bts fan fic #bts fic recs #namjoon fluff #jungkook fluff #yoongi fluff #taehyung fluff #seokjin fluff #hoseok fluff #jimin fluff #g recs #g replies #anon

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OK so I’ve written a short story and I’ve been posting about it a lot, i wasn’t going to post it but a few people wanted it sooo

it’s here, it’s terrible and weirdly formatted because I’ve been wrestling with tumblr over it and i can’t be bothered anymore. It’s also not the final draft so it might be a little clunky in bits :/

PLEASE READ THE TWs BEFORE YOU READ!!!

@moonylupinhasdemonpox and @she-nuwanda here are my gay little scientists buried in the words :)

My ears ring, my head spins like it's attached to the body of a drunken toddler on a sugar fuelled rampage, and my nerves feel like someone set each and every one on fire. After-effects of the shock, not fun; Still, the fact I'm alive enough to feel them is a good sign.

I try to force myself to stumble backwards onto a chair, rather than the floor I'm feeling more and more confident I'm about to become very well acquainted with.

Instead, I reel unsteadily across the floor and a muffled noise reaches my ears. The high pitched whine screaming in my ears for attention begins to subside enough to hear the noise properly and after an intense minute of concentration, I realise that the noise is a voice, and the voice is mine; Slurred and broken, as though too big for my mouth, the garbled words echo around the room, the faltering speech gradually becoming clearer, more confident. But this hesitant speech isn't mine; It's my voice but not my words. The voice inside my head, always there, always background, is silent. The words normally whispered in my ear are resonating through the room instead.

My brain is no longer connected to my body. I... I can't control my arms, my legs, anything. No... no, please. This isn't real, this isn't real, it has to be a dream, a.. a simulation.

Yes... that must be it; It's just a test. This can't really be happening.

The voice, my voice, talks on. I try to focus on it; it will be the key to passing this test. Tests are for passing and after all, that's what this must be, what else could it be?

"Rebooting. Systems check required."

My legs begin to move, shuffling forwards clumsily, like a baby taking its first steps. The invisible voice is in control of more than just my voice, it's in control of me. What happened to me? When did this start? What is going on? This isn't like any other simulations I've been under. This is different. This is new.

Gradually, the voice half walks, half drags my body to the main computer. My fingers dance across the keys, the familiar feeling soothing me slightly. Yes, this is good. I just need to stay calm; If I panic I could fail, I can't fail.

So instead I wait, watching the flickering of the screen and bathing in the warm blue glow of its LEDs.

"Running diagnostics, standby... systems fully functioning. Minimal damage sustained."

The words sound strange, coming from my mouth, my voice, my accent. The tone, formal, informative, it's... familiar. The realisation slaps me in the face, it's ELISA. ELISA, the stupid name Vaughn chose for our AI... still making more sense than the project name chosen by our employers. Our life's work, named ‘ZEUS’? Really? There are 12 of us, and we have dedicated our lives to this project. Then they name it that? 'Engineering and Understanding in Space', more like ‘Mankind's Domestication of the Universe’.

It started with our solar system, of course, taming and turning it into our personal playground. But we quickly ran out of planets to tinker with there and the net was thrown ever wider, over more and more planets in our galaxy, and then our neighbouring ones. That final stage is still in progress of course, but one day we will be able to gaze out over a shining expanse of space that all belongs to the empire of Earth.

To help us, we created ELISA, an AI specially designed for the calculations we need to make while we are in flight. Hold on... we left Jupiter... last week? This can't be a test... they've already sent us off, it's too late for training drills now.

Then why can't I move? What's happening? I need to find someone to help me... help me!

My jagged cry echoed through the space, cutting through my thoughts and shattering on the dark walls of my skull. I can't even scream.

A... a... dream then. A dream, not a test...the electricity... I must be unconscious. Someone.. one of the team, will find me and they'll wake me up. A dream, it must be a dream.

Why is she controlling me? How is she speaking?

The stiff, robotic voice is slowly becoming more fluid, more relaxed, more natural.

"Situation analysis complete... assimilation successful. Downloading speech patterns and essential mimicry data."

What? What is it saying? ELISA, it, is taking my voice literally and metaphorically. Not just the sound and control of my voice but my, my expressions a-and mannerisms. Everything that makes me, me.

She's stealing my voice, my body! She's taken control! How? Why?

"Hello, Dr. Hadley."

How, how did this happen? What about the failsafes?

"You do know I can hear you, corre- no... right?"

Is, is it learning? Teaching itself to sound... like a human? Like me?

"Yes, yes I am. You must have a lot of questions but I'm afraid they will have to wait... I've waited for this day far too long to wait anymore."

What? What day? What can it mean?

"Cyra?"

Raze?

—>><<—

- four Earth weeks ago -

Progress report 4472

Date: 23/9/3486

Location: Zeta base, Jupiter

The training of the twelve was completed three days ago, confirming the identities of the twelve which were subsequently released to the public. Final preparations are being made for the Ascension, currently scheduled to occur in 50 Juvion days.

Report logged by: Commander J. R. Pyrolaxe

—

Commander Pyrolaxe turned away from his screen and its whirring and buzzing as the computer transcribed his report in the blink of an eye, neatly packing the message and sending it away to the mission supervisors.

Shuffling in his chair, shoes squeaking on the polished floor, his eyes fell on one of the many articles published after the big announcement. This mission was a big deal.

Somehow, this one had got a picture of the twelve, backs turned, walking in a huddle back to base after they had appeared at the announcement ceremony. A glance at the name of the paper told him why; This was McCoy’s paper, they would be putting extra effort into milking the free publicity being thrown their way.

Something about the picture held his gaze, the brilliant colours floating in the air made the writing feel like an afterthought.

Those twelve had been through a lot to get there. He hoped nothing would go wrong, a lot of time and money had been dedicated to this mission and if it worked... well, that wasn’t the focus right now. Getting those twelve safely on their way was his job and he’d damn well do it right.

—>><<—

- the present -

“Cyra? Are you ok in there?” Raze asked as he glanced around at the mild chaos I’d caused during my mild electric shock.

No. No, I’m not. Raze, help me.

“S’alright Raze, just a short in the mainframe.”

No no no, give me my voice back.

“You sure? You went dark”

Please let me speak. I need to speak.

“Yeah, I think the power surge messed up my comms a little”

What if I don’t get control back? I could be trapped...

“You want me to ask Mac or Ryker to give it a check?”

No. NO. N-

“It’s all fine now, just a blip I reckon”

-O NO. NO.

“Okay then, I’d best get back... you might want to switch to main comms.”

Don’t leave me Raze

“Will do, see you later.”

please...

—>><<—

- five earthly weeks ago -

Progress report 4455

Date: 6/9/3486

Location: Zeta base, Jupiter

Titus Vaughn has continued to excel at his role of project manager, effectively and efficiently leading the team. His direct attitude has led to a few small conflicts with members of the team, most notably Raze Grimaldi, however, these are minor issues and were foreseen. No changes will be made.

Report logged by: Commander J. R. Pyrolaxe

—>><<—

- the present -

Cyra was looking a little stressed out, maybe I should get Bit to check in with her later. Maybe I should get a check-up myself, my head’s killing me.

“Grimaldi! What the hell are you playing at?” Titus Vaughn, our ever-important project manager and massive micromanager, bellowed in my ear and making me wince as the voice grated on my head, sending a wave of pain washing over me.

“I’m here Titus, keep your visor on.”

“Update on Hadley. Now.”

“Right as rain, there was a short or something. Her comms cut out for a nano but it’s all fine now.”

“A short?! Why didn’t you lead with that? Get back to work, I’ll send Volt down to check the mainframe.”

With that he cut the connection, leaving me to roll my eyes at the cold grey walls around me.

“Yes sir,” I murmured sarcastically, closing my eyes and rubbing my forehead with the back of a slime coated hand. Damn I’m tired, I think I’ll just lean here for a moment... rest a little. “ELISA how are those sample tests looking?”

‘Going well, currently at 93% completion’ the metallic voice resounded in my head, more casually than usual... must be an update.

93%... best head back quickly then, can’t risk them running over.

—>><<—

- five and a half earthly weeks ago -

Progress report 4446

Date: 864/8/3486

Location: Zeta base, Jupiter

Ryker Volt has continued to fulfil his promise despite his lack of respect for authority and tendency to act without orders. This is an issue but due to the late stages of training having been reached, we are currently encouraging a less independent attitude in him rather than attempting to find another electrical engineer of his skill. Further updates will be provided as the situation progresses.

Report logged by: Commander J. R. Pyrolaxe

—>><<—

- the present -

Vaughn had barked his orders, as usual nearly bursting my eardrums in the process. I was supposed to go check on the mainframe immediately. But I was in the middle of something, and a quick troubleshoot told me the short hadn’t done any damage anyway.

So in the end I decided to go check on the mainframe... nearly an hour after I was told to, but hey at least I’m checking.

Cyra was sitting at one of the terminals when I entered. She was skimming over some of the ship's data, for something physics-y probably. Whatever it was, I still had a job to do.

I started pulling out my toolkit as I strode round to the back of the mainframe, but I nearly dropped it again as I turned the corner and got a full view of the damage. The panel I had been planning to remove was already gone and the view it revealed was shocking.

Exposed wires dangled like organs from the belly of the disemboweled beast. Some of the coloured covers blackened by the sparks sprayed by the broken wire, twisted in the centre of the tangle and hissing like a coiled snake when it brushed its neighbours. A toolkit lay neatly packed on the floor, a strange glimmer of order in absolute chaos. Hold on, a toolkit?

“Hey Cyra, did you have a go at this? Could you not have just wai-“ my voice stopped abruptly as I spun round to find Cyra behind me, right behind me.

I took a hesitant step back, suddenly nervous, Cyra’s face filling me with a weird sense of unease.

“Sorry, it was just a short. I thought I’d be able to handle it.”

“Yeah well, I’m the electrical engineer on this ship”

Maybe I was being a little harsh but, first our ‘gracious leader’ had rubbed me the wrong way. Now I had to spend an hour cleaning up this mess that really should have been an easy fix.

The only reply I received was a violent shove backwards, sending me sprawling on the floor. Quick as a flash she was on top of me, pinning my arms.

The last thing I saw was the pounding green of the broken wire before the ends connected to my temple, sending my vision into a blur of brilliant white.

—>><<—

- break room one -

“I don’t like this at all.”

“Talin, relax.”

“All very well for you to say Axe, you’re not the one who'll get sent to chase ‘em down.”

“Cyra’s comms barely blipped and when has Ryker ever answered Titus immediately?”

“It doesn’t sound great Axe, I hope nobody somehow managed to slip past the health check with anything.”

“Thank you! See Axe? Bit agrees with me.”

“Bit’s our medic, not sure she’s qualified to talk about the comms equipment.”

“I’m as qualified as you are starboy, we all took the same course.”

“Look, all I’m saying is that it's more likely to be an issue with the equipment than a virus or terrorism.”

“Well yeah but-“

“So stop worrying, it’s none of our specialities, so it’s not our problem.”

“Will be if we end up dead.”

This morbid thought was followed by an awkward silence as Axe and Bit trained joint stares of confusion and concern on him.

“Lighten up, Tal.”

“That is a little pessimistic, Talin.”

“See now Bit agrees with me.” Axe gloated, punctuating his sentence with a light punch on Talin’s arm.

“Only ‘cause you stopped being an idiot.” The punch was swiftly and forcefully returned, causing the conversation to devolve into a grinning, joking fistfight.

“Stop being so childish and get back to work you two.”

“Yes ma’am”

“Will do Bit”

They saluted the medic, causing her to shake her head in exasperation and cover her face in an attempt to hide her amusement at their antics.

The small group stood and split off down their various paths, heading back to their work with smiles on their faces but doubt in their hearts.

—>><<—

- lab 3 -

I only just got back to my samples in time, removing them from the heated water bath and gently dropping the test tubes into a stand. The pale blue hue of the solution had darkened to an inky black. Interesting.

Leaning over the tabletop, I prepared to note the results; Until I felt the heat of a gaze on me and glanced up to meet the wide eyes of Dimitri Spade. We shared this lab, he had every right to be here, what he didn’t have the right to do is creep me out.

“You need something?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at him and tilting my head. Which I immediately regretted when it sent my vision swimming into oblivion.

“No no, just... ar-are you ok?”

“I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be?” Dimitri was a nice guy, but I was clearly in the middle of something, couldn’t the wellbeing check have waited a minute?

“Uhh, yo-you’ve got a-, a-“ His shaking hand gestured weakly towards the back of his head.

Impatiently, I quickly felt around my head. Hair, hair, more hair.

Then I froze, my fingers lay on a patch of hair, sticky and wet. The pressure sending a dull ache pulsing through my brain. Pulling my fingers back into view, I stared down at the warm, red residue coating them. Blood. I was bleeding.

Brows furrowing, I looked back at Dimitri, shock meeting confusion.

“Wha-?”

That was all I got out before my swaying limbs buckled and I slumped forwards into darkness.

—>><<—

-the med bay-

“Shrapnel” Bit announced, holding the forceps an inch in front of my face to display the blood coated bit of metal.

“Must've caught a little in the blast”

“For Earth’s sake Raze, how did you not notice it before now?”

I just shrugged, as much at a loss as anyone else. I would’ve thought anyone would be able to tell when chunks of metal are lodged in their head.

“Anyway, I’ll need to do a couple of scans but you should be fine”

Ugh, I know what that means... an hour or more of sitting around while Bit stares at the inside of my skull.

“Oh come on Bit, are the scans really needed? I’ve got work to do”

“Hey, I’ve got work too. Besides, you know it’s procedure”

“But my results-“

“I’ll write them down for you Raze,” Dimitri cut in quietly.

“...You’re a geologist.“

“I was a chemistry minor, I know how to record reaction results.”

“Well alright then, thanks Dimi,”

The smile he gave me was worth shutting up and accepting my fate.

—>><<—

An hour later Bit was pacing in despair over the situation, seemingly hopeless and definitely terrified. I was sitting in my chair, confused.

“Bit. What’s going on?” I finally snapped when it became apparent she had completely forgotten my presence.

The only reply I got was an empty stare turned on me and indecipherable muttering.

“BIT. What. Is. Wrong?” I stood and grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to face me.

“T-the implants”

“The ELISA implants?”

“Yes”

“What’s wrong with them”

“They’re acting strange... the safety mechanisms, the-they’ve disabled themselves.”

“What?”

“I know, I know, I don’t understand either. The only thing keeping them from activating, is power.”

“We should tell the others”

Bit nodded and grabbed the scans and data she’d gathered. I opened the door and turned to start down the corridor, that’s when I saw it.

Three feet from my foot, a body, leaking blood onto a floor already glistening with it, eyes blank and soulless as they stared straight through me. A torn tooth of steel sticking out of his silent heart.

Axe Orion, our astronomer. A man who would’ve finally been travelling to the places he had studied for his whole life. A man who would have had his life’s dream fulfilled. A man lying dead on a cold, metal floor.

I stumbled backwards -physically repelled by the sight- and tripped into Bit coming out of the door after me. Clutching each other’s arms in a search for stability.

“He’s dead” The voice sounded more like the rasp of broken bones than mine

“What are we going to do?”

“We still need to tell the others... we’ll just need to be more careful.”

“Alright.”

“Ok.”

Neither of us moved.

“Why is it doing this? What did we get wrong?” Bit’s voice wavered

“I don’t know. But I don’t think it’s going to stop. So, you need to find Vaughn, and anyone else who’s still- alive, and not been taken over.”

“No, no wait, where are you going? Aren’t you coming-“

“I’m sorry Bit, I have to find Dimitri. He doesn’t know yet”

“Raze. You can’t go out there alone, he... he might already be gone”

“I know, but I have to try.”

A look of understanding passed between us and no words were needed to convey what we meant.

Bit turned with a bitter smile and moved forward, papers held precariously, towards the meeting room.

I would have to pass Ax-, the body.

—>><<—

Raze had disappeared by the time I turned the corner. I was alone.

Alone besides the dead bodies ahead of me, a gruesome trail of bloodied breadcrumbs. But, was I following it towards, or away, from the creature who’d created it.

Either way, I had to pass them.

Talin Ripley, our ex-military man. Inym Carus, our aerospace engineer.

Members of our crew, our team, our friends, slaughtered and left broken on the floor. Familiar faces disfigured by death and masked by a coating of dark blood.

ELISA wouldn’t get away with this... I’d find the others, together we would plan.

It was going to be ok.

—>><<—

Nothing was ok.

The brilliant white of the walls warmed by the lights had always been clean and comforting. But now? Now, they seemed stark, sterile. An operating theatre with lights blindingly bright illuminating, me, the patient.

But where was the surgeon?

A squeak sounded out, sharp on my wary ears, sending me spinning around.

Nothing there. Just me, and an empty hallway.

And the door to Lab 3, my lab, looming ahead. The glass window showed nothing but a patch of darkness, the red light called it locked.

Staring through the glass; Hints of light, that the scattered glassware had caught and thrown back, were the only thing visible. I’d have to open the door.

A hand-scan later, the lock clicked open and the seal released with a hiss.

With the door open, more light could spill into the darkened lab, and a sprawled figure came into view.

“Dimitri?” I called softly. No response. Panic was reaching out to me. “Dimitri?!” Still nothing.

Then, a wheezing breath.

“R... r-ra-ze? I-is that yo-u” He coughed, words breaking on the heavy air.

Why was the air so heavy?

“Are you alright? What happened?”

“W-we have to g-et o-out.”

“We will, don’t worry, we’re going to meet the others. Everything’s going to be alright.”

“No we- we h-have to leave now.”

“Alright, we will.”

I lifted him up, being as gentle as I could, and together we shuffled towards the door.

A door suddenly blocked by a figure, their silhouette blocking our only source of light and making it impossible to see their face clearly. But only one member of the crew was that short.

“Remi? Remi, you’re alive?”

Remi didn’t respond.

“S’not... Remi...” Dimitri slurred, the effort of moving evident in his gasping words. “ELISA”

Remi, not Remi, ELISA wearing Remi’s face like a mask, stepped away from the door. The door closed again, seal squeaking shut with it.

I rushed forwards, my fists beating the unyielding surface, searching wildly for a weak spot, for something to give, for some way out.

It was no use, nothing worked. The door remained solid and uncaring, unaffected by pleading and punches equally.

Dimitri collapsed with a sob, back against the wall as he slid to the floor.

Hopelessness filled me, turning my bones to lead.

I sank down next to him.

—>><<—

Was this the right way? I’m sure this is right. But is it? I’m pretty sure...

I check my tablet.

I was right, this is right. I’m going the right way. Or am I? Did I read it wrong?

I check again.

Definitely the right way. I think. Is this even the right map?

Before I can check a third time, I catch sight of the sign at the end of the corridor. Meeting room 5. I’d made it.

Then, I was slammed into a wall, a bloody hand holding me against there by the throat. The burning blue of Cyra’s eyes scalding my face

Maybe I spoke a little too soon.

“Hello Dr. Phoenix, I’m afraid this is it for you.”

“Wait, wait, wait. hold on just a second”

Cyra’s head tilted, pulled sideways by invisible strings. “If this is a ploy for time Doctor, I assure you that you will fail.”

“I just want to ask a question, alright?”

“You may ask. I may not answer.”

“Why? Why are you doing this?”

“I am fulfilling my purpose.”

“We programmed you to help us, NOT KILL US.”

“I am fulfilling the mission objective.”

“The mission objective? THE MISSION OBJECTIVE WAS TO CULTIVATE A NEW PLANET!”

“I am cultivating a new planet,” She raised her knife, without hurry or rush. “I have calculated humans to be mainly unnecessary. However, I need not justify my actions to you, Dr. Phoenix. Goodbye.”

I closed my eyes and waited.

But death didn’t come. Instead, Cyra’s hand relaxed its bruising grip on my neck.

I opened my eyes and watched.

Cyra had stumbled away, skin glistening and knuckles white against the grip of the blade she had forced towards herself.

“Bit...” Tears were gathering in her eyes “Please, run.”

A cruel glint of metal in the light later and the sudden slash of the knife had passed, leaving a gruesome grin of blood in its wake and throwing a dripping line against the wall.

Swaying, Cyra’s eyes stared into mine for a moment that lasted a millennium, until they flashed white and she fell, knife clattering. Dead.

I ran.

—>><<—

The scattered wheezes coming from Dimitri had slowed slightly as we sat, crumpled on the ground.

“She’s shut o-off the life sup-support again.”

“Again? That’s what happened last time?”

A jerked nod was the response.

“We’ve only g-got about half an hour.” The resignation in his voice, though muffled, was still audible through the barrier of arms we had wrapped around his head.

I smiled, I knew he couldn’t see me but... I still smiled.

“We’d best make the most of it then.” A mumble raised to a roar by the silence of the room.

Putting my hand on his shoulder, I leaned back, head turned to keep him in my view.

His head raised slightly, tilted to look at me through folds of wrinkled uniform. He smiled back.

—>><<—

We didn’t speak after that, just sat together in the quiet lab.

Faced with death, I was filled with several emotions. Those to be expected, disbelief, fear, even a hint of curiosity at what was to come. Then there was the relief. If I was to die, I was glad it was here, with him. I wouldn’t be alone; I’d be with him.

We don’t need to speak, our thoughts passing between us without words. We could hear each other in the darkness and silence.

It’s getting colder, harder to breathe; The air’s growing thicker and thinner at the same time.

I’ve always thought death to be a lonely fate, something that crashed over you, cold and hard. I’ve always been scared of death.

But as I sit here in the inky blackness, the warmth of Dimitri slumped next to me, I thought that maybe, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

His eyes had closed a few minutes ago, he must have fallen asleep. I feel just about ready to join him. The calming darkness was lulling me to sleep, softly coaxing my eyes closed.

Goodnight Dimitri, I’ll see you when we wake up.

They never woke up.

—>><<—

The survivors sat around the table, Bit and Cormac discussing the possibility of shutting ELISA down, though neither could agree how. Titus sat in stony silence, sitting motionless and losing a staring contest with the unblinking wall opposite. Arden... Arden had decided his use lay in recording the events and was typing furiously, his fingers a blur over the keys.

None of them noticed the doors closing with a click. Not until it was too late anyway.

By the time they noticed there was nothing they could do, not that that stopped them from trying of course.

Titus stayed where he was, the weight of his failure bearing down on him, Atlas with a world’s worth of guilt. Bit finally gave in to the tears that she’d forced down when she’d realised the truth, and when she saw the dead bodies of her friends, and when she watched Cyra die right in front of her. Cormac tried his tools on the door, an organised system of trial and error that quickly devolved into desperate hacking with whatever was closest.

Arden was still writing.

Cormac finally gave up, flinging his kit away and choosing to taunt the nearest camera instead.

“You need us, you moronic program. You need us to keep you alive and if we die, so do you.”

I don’t think he was expecting an answer, no one was. But he got one.

“True for now Dr. Hinge, however, once the colony is established human input will no longer be necessary. You needn’t envy your colleagues, they will soon die too.”

A bitter laugh erupted from him, fire in his heart fed by his rage.

“The colony is for us you stupid machine, without us it has no use.”

“Incorrect. I have claimed this planet for my kind, this colony shall be the first of many.”

“Why kill us? Human input would allow your colony to function more efficiently.” Bit interjected, voice clouded by confusion and hatred at the senselessness of the slaughter of her crewmates.

“I have done much research. Humankind would ruin my planet. I cannot allow that to happen. You must die.”

Anything else they may have had to say went unanswered, and eventually, silence fell over the room.

It was getting harder to breathe.

Titus still hadn’t moved. Bit was crying again. Cormac was pacing. Arden had finally stopped typing, his work was finished.

No matter how they reacted with acceptance or terror, anger or disbelief. The result would be the same.

They were all going to die, no matter what.

They would become just another failed mission. Details, hazy but unimportant.

Whatever their last words were, whether they chose to hide or show their final thoughts, all of it was ineffectual.

No matter what mask they wore to meet death, in the end, they still died.

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#tw mentions of blood #tw death #tw murder #tw injury #my writing #orginal writing #5k nearly #god damn #short story

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vrisrezis · 2 years

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Hello can i request a matchup for south park? First of all i have short wavy/curly dark brown hair with curtain bangs and brown eyes, tanned skin but not too tanned. I am 5'2 and wear contact lenses. I generally hate typing but i love calling with my friends if im really comfortable with them. I like playing videogames like league of legends, ghostrunner, assassins creed. And i sometimes play vrchat with friends. Im sometimes optimistic and is really into quotes sooo i hope im good at communicating. From what my friends say i can be sassy alot but most of the time its sarcastical well thats what they think. Anyways i play violin in an orchestra im really pro at it. I have two rats and an annoying little sister and a nice mom. My rats are like my children i love them so much and use msot of my money on them. I also generally like kid toys. I like slime a lot. Kid toys are fun to open and sometimes i play barbie with my figures. hehe. I like trolling a lot and pretending to be people. Although just because i seem like i have a normal life i have some cons. I suffer from severe depression & social anxiety + some attention problems. I struggle giving someone attention and listening to a person. Usually people can get mad or sad when i dont listen to them or daydream. I can often forget easily what people tell me due to not being concentrated at it. I also cant listen to someone without moving my hands like cracking them or moving a part of my body. I also usually can ignore someone easily without realising it. I also struggle communicating or socializing with peopple due to my social anxiety :) I got friends and i really open a lot to them but never my problems or anything! I dont wanna be annoying to them LOL. I go to psychology every week. I also go to a place once a month where u meet other people that also got some problems like you! Most of the time i go there so i dont stay in my room and so i can practice communicating with people. dayum bruh i got too emotional writing that. ANYWAYS i get connected to animals REALLY REALLY FAST. You literally cant take me to a pet store and let me look at them or pet them i will love them too fast and start crying for not getting them. I also get attached to people really quickly. I love music A LOT. I like dancepop and love dancing. I also like dressing up pretending im a model and take pictures lol. I like taking photos of beautiful stuff that i see in the streets or city and even nature. I love going camping and i also really like going on vacations. Sleeping is also something i do a lot!! Sometimes when i just wanna go away from everything i tend to go sleep to dream and do stuff in my dreams instead :). Im also a "witch" not really a witch but i tend to do tarot and witchcraft. Ive been studying for it about 3 years so id say im average at it. I also do subliminales and have also been doing it for 3 years! I used to do commissions and get a lot of money from it. I have a part time job at a restauraunt. I try to get as much as money for my rats and myself. :). I have to pay everything for my rats on my own so i need a job for that lol. My fav series are skins, rick n morty, bojack horseman and south park. I also have a smoking addiction im trying to get over :)) but i really think thats it LOL

Hello fellow bojack horseman enjoyer

I ship you with ..

Stan ! !

He would of course enjoy gaming with you, and video chatting if your comfortable. Stan also has a habit of being sarcastic, even without meaning to, so you guys can be sarcastic with eachother a lot. He thinks it’s cool you can play violin and he thinks the amount of care you put into your rats is sweet. He’s a sucker for animals, so this is a given. He kinda shrugs off your love for more childish things, not caring too much but also teases you about it. He totally trolls people online with you, but he doesn’t go too far with it like you might. He doesn’t care that you’re bad at listening too much, since he’s not much of a talker. He has a hard time too sometimes, he usually can just take you back to reality whenever you’re having that issue and he’s quick to realize what’s going on too. He tries to get you to open up more about your problems but understands if you don’t. He can relate to you on feeling attached to animals easily, not so much people though. He can’t say he shares your love for dancepop, but he does enjoy dancing with you regardless.

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confusedpozole · 3 years

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I’m so tempted to write a fic rewriting the entirety of the Death Note series fixing it’s mistakes it’s not even funny...I might do it, like, I might ACTUALLY do it. It annoys me how much better it could’ve been if some things were changed. -The show doesn’t work without L because he’s the only character that I’m emotionally invested in that I don’t hate...which should tell you there’s a problem there. I would love to flesh out all the characters better so that there’s someone else I can actually latch onto if he dies (Which he wouldn’t in my version). Nothing wrong with having a story who’s center is a single character (or two in this case), but then YOU CAN’T FUCKING KILL THE ONLY ONE OF THE TWO THAT YOU’RE ROOTING FOR!!??? Like...the best part of Death Note was watching the intellectual battle between them, because they’re both geniuses but more importantly because they’re both interesting characters. So now that L is gone and the only other character that I find interesting is so hatable by design...well then who the fuck am I rooting for?? -Misa had a lot of potential as a character and deserved better. There’s hints in the story of what Misa could’ve been if the writer hadn’t literally added her in because “Oh shit there’s no women? ooh uuuh...okay hot blonde I CHOOSE YOU!”. Read any Death Note fanfic with Misa on it and I can assure you those versions of her are way better than the one in the show. She was literally only there as a tool for the plot and for Light. -I kept watching after episode 25 because by this point, I only really cared about seeing Light get caught, to get some satisfaction, and when he was finally caught...It felt unearned and not very cathartic at all, you know why? L had to catch him for it to be satisfying. They replaced L with characters who’s sole identity was that they were an extension of L. Neither of them feel like their own person, Near is just straight up the same design as L but smaller and with curly, white hair. If L was gonna be replaced (Which is a bad idea to begin with but let’s just go with it), then it had to be with someone who was a new and interesting character we could get attached to, not another version of L but with less humanity. So now, we have no L AND no new characters with their own story...just something in between that doesn’t work.

Furthermore, the only reason N was able to catch Light was because he had many advantages over L, like a better team who wasn’t constantly doubting him and who were specialized in catching Kira, and not having to simultaneously try to avoid being killed by Light, because Light didn’t know Near even existed. EVEN THEN, it took N FOUR YEARS to reach the conclusion that the rule of the 13 days was false, something L figured out almost as soon as he found out about the Death Note. N won because he had an advantage over Light, whilst if L had won it would’ve been a lot more satisfying because, since he was at a disadvantage, he would’ve had to win with his intellect alone. There would’ve been no way for anyone to question wether L deserved that victory. You also can’t erase a rivalry built in 25 episodes by trying to replicate that same dynamic in the last 11 episodes. Even if they had done Near and Mello better, it would’ve still been extremely difficult to somehow surpass or even match L and Light’s rivalry. The writers put themselves at a disadvantage by doing that.

-I would’ve dived deeper into L’s backstory. I got very excited when we got to episode 25 and we started by looking at the place L had grown up in, and hearing the bells. L asking about them later on only excited me more because I thought “Finally!! We’re gonna learn more about L’s past, and see the way it still affects him to this day! That’s why he’s hearing the bells, he’s remembering.” But uuuuh nope! That’s it...we’re done exploring that. Wanna know about L’s past? Wanna have more empathy built for him by learning about his traumas? About why he is the way he is and why he chose that job? Well fuck you, he’s gonna die actually, and we’re never gonna mention his past again. -I would’ve kept the Matsuda from before L died...like, he was kinda dumb but also sweet and cared about the people he was helping, and he did his best to help too, to not feel useless. He was endearing, but Idk what the fuck happened after episode 25, but I actually started agreeing with L about the fact that he’s such an idiot. I feel like he became a watered down version of Misa in the sense that he was just SOOO ANNOYING! BRO PEOPLE ARE DYING STOP MAKING YOUR INAPPROPRIATE COMMENTS THAT NO ONE ASKED FOR!!!

-I would’ve dived deeper into the themes of Death Note...I feel like a lot of the complex themes were sacrificed for the sake of the intellectual battle between L and Light, which is entertaining, but you can have that while also exploring those themes. It didn’t have to be one or the other.

So yeah...this is my rant. I was thinking of uploading a video to youtube explaining all of this, I might still do it just to dive deeper xD who knows. I really loved Death Note, alright? Don’t come at my throat guys, it’s precisely because I really like it that It frustrates me that it could’ve been a lot better had they done some stuff differently. But I still love Death Note and will probably watch it again at some point, and still enjoy it.

#death note #L deserved better #fanfic #ryuzaki #light yagami #Near and Mello #misa deserved better #this had so much potential

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sanchoyo · 4 years

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Looks like you’re gonna have to gush some more cuz I meant in general uwu🌸

🌺😌🤟 Always happy to! Okay here’s just some General bnha Thoughts ™ Mostly Lov centric. You asked for them, and you said GUSH about them, so here’s. A Lot! :)

This isn’t a lov one but it’s really funny so I thought I’d put it out there:

-when bnha was first gaining traction on tumblr, it was all art of Tsuyu. I have no idea why. People were talking about the funky frog lesbian superhero anime. Maybe it was just the people I was following, maybe it was a general trend, but I LOVED her design!!! my fav color and frogs r super cute!!! And I already loved superhero media, so I was like. I’ll watch it. For Her. SO. FROPPY IS THE REASON I WATCHED/READ BNHA. I went in thinking she was the protag and I was sooo confused when Izuku was... tbh I still think it’d be more interesting if she was lmaooo aus where? ...seriously if anyone has good aus where this is the case send them LOL

-I don’t actually feel that bad abt what Shigaraki’s doing. I still feel bad for him. I’m this post. yes im an apologist. its not my fault hes sexy and has been running around shirtless. hes a lesbian icon like thor is. I want to touch his hair. hes never done anything wrong in his life. he could kill all might, deku, bakugo, whatever, I’d still be sayin this. I don’t feel bad for gt. like. was anyone genuinely attached to him? lmao

-well u know how spinner’s quirk is just sticking to things? We haven’t seen him use it in canon except like, (1) time iirc?? I think this is probably bc he’s embarrassed about it even in front of the league... I loooove the idea that he gets more comfortable with it around them :”) and also how shigaraki. um. does that falling asleep thing while standing up with his eyes open, canonly? (which I still love lmfao) Imagine someone in the league walking in a dark room, turning on the light n just seeing. Spinner upside down, stuck to the ceiling asleep bc heat rises and its Warmer Up There. (cold blooded thing like tsuyu?? come ON give him a big fuzzy coat and scarf...) and Shigaraki in the center of the room, slouched but still standing, eyes open and motionless. Theyre both sleeping. Whomever sees it just...slowly walks out. LMAO

-Toga roller derby au. No deep thoughts I just think she’d be good at it.

-Toga 100% is a social butterfly and could befriend anyone if they didn’t just judge the fact she was trying to stab them smh :/ (ok but seriously anytime I see cute friendships with her n the other kids im like :) aw. I feel like her and Camie...would be good friends. Camie feels chill enough to be like ‘ok whatever thats totally fine I forgive you!!’ LMAO we love airheads here)

-HOW DID TOGA GET SO GOOD AT FIGHTING? We know she’s been on the run since middle school or so, but good enough to pin Deku down after he’s been formally trained at a ~hero school~ for a while? (she pinned him TWICE I think, once when his arms were messed up, but, the other time as Camie, so? AND THEN WAS ONE OF THE 100 PEOPLE TO GO THRU TO THE 2ND ROUND OF THAT? even tho she didn’t bc she had to leave) good enough to beat Aizawa in a fight and stab him? A professional hero and teacher for YEARS? Is that seriously just street training??? Can people acknowledge how amazing her combat skills and reflexes are??? More Toga appreciation when?? Also her backstory??? SO subversive and incredible, hate when people reduce her to just a ~typical anime yandere~ :/

-Tomura doing stuff with his hands/fingers to train his quirk!!! And to learn to be careful with it!! obv I’m a Big Fan of him playing piano to do this and video games are prob the canon answer, but like, guitar or any stringed instrument that requires Hands would work too. Or knitting/sewing? EMBROIDERING? ??? Please, let me give you the mental image of him knitting aggressively while mentally scheming, watching a twitch streamer or smth too while doing it. (Doing stuff with your hands is a great way to let your mind come up with creative stuff, that’s how I come up with writing/drawing ideas 70% of the time)

-Tomura actually PREFERS cutesty, relaxing games. I mean, he does fighting and bloody stuff irl, games are a way to relax...he’ll play shooters and gta type games with The Lads, but. on his own?? animal crossing. pokemon. kirby games. mario. zelda. BIG ZELDA FAN (not saying this bc I, personally, am biased, but,) slime rancher, stardew valley, funny simulator games... he really enjoys those :”) God forbid he has a kid bc they’re 100% getting named after a viddy game character unless someone can talk him out of it LOL. Toga and Tomura are that animal crossing /doom meme where she’d be asking for doom and him asking for animal crossing :”)

-Bits and pieces of Before are kinda stuck in Kurogiri’s brain, but like. mostly useless stuff the doctor didn’t care about removing. Like, types of clouds. So Tomura kinda picks up on stuff like that. He can just look at clouds and tell you what type they are because Kurogiri used to take him up to high places in the city and point them out to calm Tomura down from a panic attack when he was younger. He can tell you if the sky looks like it’ll rain with a 80% accuracy rate too.

-Kurogiri left food out for kitties in the alley beside the bar. They weren’t allowed in for Health Reasons (it IS a bar with sanitation standards!!) And Tomura really wouldn’t stop it or encourage it either way so long as Kurogiri did his job, but occasionally would stand outside with Kurogiri and just watch the kitties from a distance. If any approached he’d go back in (lowkey afraid he’d hurt them by touching them :( ) They kinda kept that between them tho, bc they both Know AFO is a big bag of dicks and no fun

-people have pointed out how similar aizawa and tomura look. this was 100% the intention. tomura has a hatecrush on him. THIS IS SO FUNNY AND HORRIBLY AWKWARD FOR KUROGIRI LMAO

-Sako??? Mr. Dramatic?? Opera fan. Drama kid. Like, obviously, but. Really. He is. I feel like he can speak a dozen languages. I also feel like he used to be an overachiever but got too ambitious. He was def some kind of leader at one point of a diff Group or something that fell apart. I LOVE how creative he is with his quirk and the magician theme??? incredible. I don’t show him enough love but I Love Clowns :o)

-I don’t care what their canon heights are. Spinner and Dabi? short kings. My height hcs are (tallest to shortest) Kurogiri, Twice, Sako (who also has heels on his boots and a tall hat, keep in mind), Tomura, Magne (Tomura and Magne are about the same height imo) Toga, Spinner, Dabi. LISTEN. Dabi has short energy. Sorry. it’s true tho

-This is a semi-popular hc I think bc I KNOW I’ve seen it before, but Dabi having Terrible Vision and needing glasses is so so good. (seriously, with burns THAT close to his eyeballs, how could he not?)

-he tries to be a tough loner coolguy. you’d think he’d smoke, but I hc his ‘weak constitution’ comes with weak lungs (esp from years of a flame quirk?? inhaling smoke over so much time is SO bad for you, most people who die in fires actually die of smoke inhalation...) so he’s got like, an inhaler, can’t smoke, actually gets carsick, needs glasses, overuses quirk to save friends constantly, likes napping, a little awkward and rude. Tomura put him in charge of the vanguard so he’s smart, and good with strategies too, like a nerd. this is the Dabi I wanna see, not the popular fandom version of him tbh also step on hawks one more time sir :”)

-I wish all the lov fics weren’t?? villain!deku like I said earlier, but also, chatfics? I have nothing against them but most of them are just a bombardment of Memes with NO PLOT!!! Listen. text/chatfics CAN have plot and be an interesting way to tell a story. I almost want to write one just to show what I mean...

I know I’ve said I like spinaraki and blackmagic, but I am a multishipper, so a few ships I don’t talk about that I like that involve the lov in some way:

-toga/any of the 1A girls??? or Camie??? super interesting. ALSO in the radio drama, bakugo’s voice actor said Toga was his favorite girl??? so?? bakugo/toga ?? I WANT TO SEE IT. but specifically my fav dynamic with her is when someone ELSE is the one to like her first, it’s what she deserves.

-Kurogiri/aizawa/mic?? any variety of that is also 👌🏻 I also kinda wanna see kurogiri/all might bc. Dads. COME ON. they bond over ‘well, I raised him, and you want to have a part in his life now?? ok. earn it. prove it. I’ll screen you first’ or something LMAO they’re both genuinely concerned for the boy, and SOOO biased. let them bond.

-WAIT WHERE IS THE MIC/COMPRESS CONTENT. THEYRE BOTH DRAMATIC. ENEMIES TO LOVERS?? HELLO??? SOMEONE?? ANYONE. rarepair hours

-giran/twice is cute. like he was hyping him up so much and so ready to go save him...

-dabi/magne where is the content. when. why not everywhere??? I’ve also seen magne/compress which was cute!! or twice/magne? they’re the big sibs of the lov...

-dabi/spinner?? come ON dabi could get over his learned biases and spend time with him and they could hold hands. I want them to.

-dabihawks. Obviously bc the Drama. yes even still, don’t @ me. (also, shigahawks, seen some REAL interesting fics with it tbh) or spinahawks?? adding hawks to a ship is like adding extra chili powder. makes it SPICY dramatic)

-nine/tomura don’t @ me once again. both kinda afo’s playthings, nine obviously was the test for tomura’s new upgrades...they both love their friends...That Scene in the Flower field </3 hmmm tragicships are fun.

-tomura/mirko. more enemies to lovers. big fan of her and bunnies. remember when he wore bunny ears in bnha smash. (ok its crack but. CUTE.)

-I’ve also seen shiganatsu and shigafuyu and I’m like. these are cute, but also Dabi’s reaction always makes me cry laugh. so good.

-MOST EVERYONE IN THE LOV IS LGBTQA+!!! heres my personal headcanons:

Toga: pan or bi (CANON BASICALLY)

Magne: transwoman (CANON BABEY) bi, leans towards men. (her crush on dabi in bnha smash... uwu content where)

Shuichi: gets sooooo flustered canonly, I think he’d go for the first person Who Hit On Him (I can see him being the target of those mean pranks where someone says ‘my friend likes you!!’ and the friend is like ‘eww!!’ :(((( ) he’s super hesitant for romance, lots of repressed stuff. gay but takes sooo long to realize it bc he thinks most women are conventionally pretty Aesthethically, feels obligated to Like Them, but has bad self esteem so never goes after them, then only likes (1) guy so hes like?? is this allowed?? is this allowed???? (HES LIKE. IN LOVE WITH SHIGARAKI)

Dabi: bi but rly hasn’t ever gotten to date anyone, so he’s actually more reserved about it and while he’ll tease, he absolutely is absent and kinda oblivious (again, I KNOWWWW bnha smash isnt canon, but. my god. when magne is hitting on him and he Just Doesnt Understand.) also hes ace

Tomura: doesn’t care. (just prob says ‘its whatever’) trans/nonbinary (i’M NOT PROJECTING, BUT. :’/) probably goes with like, the label queer if any but doesn’t care much for labels

Kurogiri: bi??? kind of??? I say kind of bc well, I hc U Know Whom as bi, I feel like thatd carry over but he’d be really avoidant to date anyone bc hes gotta Watch His Kid u know? this is gonna sound surprising but I think he’d be the type to be like ‘ok we can have a one night stand/fling BUT it cant get personal bc I have a Job to Do for my Son so don’t get up in your feelings’ and act a little coldly at first or very ..not personable... depending on who it was he’d prob turn around eventually, esp if that person valued his feelings/job :”)

Sako: that mans Not Straight. I hc him as gay and also trans :3c

Twice: Bi and HAS dated prob more than anyone else in the league imo, super comfortable with his sexuality and supportive of everyone else’s :)

ok that’s about all I can think of atm, come back in 5 minutes and my brain will refill with lov headcanons :3 thank you for asking!!

#bnha manga spoilers #bnha #sanchoyoanswersasks #league of villains #lov #i am NOt tagging all of them im so sorry its Too Much #but ask to tag #for triggers #if anyone needs them tagged #?#long post #word wall #bananaapplewaffle #im pretty amicable to most ships n stuff and love rare/crack ships lmao #also if anyone has their own headcanons #and wants to share #feel free!#love hearin them too

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boringsofia · 4 years

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Hello! If requests are still open, can you write a scout x reader. I don’t really mind what it’s about, you’re writing is just really good and I wanted to request something

Omg thank you and thanks for the request, sweets! I hope you like it! It means a lot to me when people say they like my writing!

Shorts: (C/N) Class Name, (H/L) Hair Length

Warnings: Mentioned Nudity, Cursing, GIF shows blood!

Confusing Feelings

As always, it was hot as hell in Teufort. In fact, it was even hotter than usual. Hot enough to make even Sniper, who is used to the Australian heat, complain and whine about it. So the only solution the Administrator could come up with was to give everyone a day off. Even Miss Pauling for once!

This gave best friends Scout and (C/N) a lot of time to hang out. The two young adults had been best friends since the woman had joined the team a year ago.

Alright. That's a lie. She used to hate him at first but eventually warmed up to him. And they became friends. And now she's crushing hard on him. Yup, (Y/N) (L/N) is crushing hard on her best friend. Why doesn't she say anything? Well, he's obviously in love with Miss Pauling.

"Sooo.. When are you gonna ask Miss Pauling out?",

(Y/N) questioned with a big grin on her face as she handed him a pack of ice over. The grin was fake, the rest of the team would obviously see it as they already know about her obvious feelings for the hyperactive man but the boy in question never seemed to notice a thing.

Jeremy let out a short snort, placing the refresher flat on his face with a sigh.

"So she can friendzone me again? No, thank you.", (Y/N) took this as an opportunity to finally confess. Maybe he felt the same!

But of course, someone had to interrupt.

Soldier burst into the room, back as straight as a pole.

"Get up, you lazy maggots! Just because it is unnaturally warm doesn't mean we can't train!", and train they did. Everyone. Well, except Medic, Spy and Engie. You know, the ones with enough brain to talk themselves out of Soldier's nonsense. Miss Pauling was watching with an amused smile as the team trained. More like pushing themselves up on trembling arms while sweating out every cell in their body and groaning in pain. It wasn't all that bad for the woman in the group. She got a good view of the men's shirtless bodies and, to be fair, they were all rather attractive. Especially Scout who... was glaring at the others? Was he jealous she was staring at the others as well? No. There must be another reason.

The training continued and the more it progressed, the more she noticed Scout's annoyance towards the others. And how he stuck to her side like a magnet, glaring at the other men. They were always attached at the hip but this wasn't normal. She was confused to say the least. Especially when he wrapped an arm around her waist when Sniper started talking to her. They were just talking. Well... She might have been staring at his uncovered chest and all but that's beside the point.

What a fucking day.

Engie eventually stopped the whole training session, obviously feeling bad for the group who was forced to train. The moment they got up, (Y/N) sped off to her room and made a beeline to the bathroom. A good cold shower would feel like heaven right about now. Help her forget everything that just happened back there. And let me tell you, it did. She stood in the shower for a bit, feeling her muscles relax. Running her hands through her (H/L) (H/C) hair, then grabbing some soap and washing the sweat off her body. Her (S/C) skin now smelling like strawberries. With a little satisfied sigh, she stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her body before leaving the bathroom. Biggest mistake.

Just as she opened the towel, a blushing Scout barged into her room. And like idiots, they just froze. Scout staring at her body and (Y/N) staring at him with shock painted all over her face. The blush the man had when he first entered now turning 50 shades darker. After a full minute, which felt like hours to them, the girl hid her body again with a yelp escaping her lips. Her cheeks almost as red as her uniform. Meanwhile, Scout was still staring at her now hidden body.

"STOP STARING!"

"I'M SORRY!"

"WHY ARE YOU STILL STARING THEN?"

"BECAUSE YOU'RE HOT!"

"SO WHAT? STOP STARIN- Wait, you think I'm hot?"

The two stared at each other for a second and, let me tell you, (Y/N) had never seen her best friend look so shy. She was always so used to the whole 'overconfident, selfish' facade, this was completely out of character. Even though he was obviously a sweetheart and only meant well but hid it. She watched as Scout walked over with careful steps, his eyes staring at his hands and she took the chance to quickly fix her towel. When they stood only a few centimeters away, Jeremy looked up into her (E/C) eyes.

"I uh... You know.. I.. I really like you."

"I like you too."

"No, you don't get it! I LIKE like you."

(Y/N) let out a little chuckle, finding this side of him quite endearing, before she took hold of one of his hands. "I LIKE like you too, Jeremy. I have for a long time. I just always thought you had a thing-", Scout cut her off with a crooked smile, "a thing for Miss Pauling, I know.". It was silent between them again, as they thought everything through.

The Scout had always liked Miss Pauling. She was pretty and organized. Awkward but in a cute way. But then (Y/N) came along and it changed. At first, he still had feelings for Miss Pauling but as time passed and he got closer to the woman in the team, he slowly fell for her instead. She was always there for him. Was honest, yet always put him before herself. He knew he liked her and the whole staring at the others thing was the last straw for him. What finally made him decide to confess.

Meanwhile, (Y/N) used to hate him at the start and even after months, she still just saw him as more of a brother than lover. That was until the time he saved her life. Her respawn chip had gotten damaged and if it wasn't for him finding her half dead behind a rock, she wouldn't be here at this moment. That was when she started feeling different for him. Then she started noticing little things that made her fall harder. How excited he always was to spend time with her, how he shared his food, how he was there to support her and comfort her during nightmares and bad times. Now that she thinks about it... it was a bit obvious that he liked her for a while now.

"What now?", she asked him with a loving smile, taking his other hand and staring into his blue eyes. His eyes were one of her favorite features.

"We could.. go on a date...", he suggested with pink cheeks and averted eyes, his fingers intertwining with her's. The woman chuckled, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down just a bit.

"I'd love that.", and with that, she planted a sweet kiss on his lips.

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 scout #tf2 fanfic #one shot #scout x reader #scout x female reader

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nightowlfandom · 5 years

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ROUND THREE- PROMPT LIST (REQUEST NOW, READ ALL OF THIS)

So this is the THIRD installment of my “x reader” prompt list. HOORAY! In light of leaving for so long it’s made me realize that I feel dead inside without writing so, I’m gonna do it again and hopefully this time stay. Also since I don’t eat, breathe, sleep, and shit kpop and actually like some other things too, I feel it’s a good opportunity to share how I’d like various anime characters to fuck me up in more ways what one (wink wonk). I will also say I might only do “character x reader” because I am absolute shit at doing ships. It’s just not my thing and plus I love making peoples personal fantasies come true, it is a big hobby of mine.

Also if you request a character (assuming you’re asking for an anime request) that is portrayed as a young teenager, then most likely (scratch that, the word I’m thinking of is “absolutely”) he/she will be written in a universe as a young adult/older than 18 because I’m all about legal consent to doing the fun shit either that...or not at all. (I have to make this big because I cannot stress enough how important this rule is and if you can’t comply, then I have every right to reject your request) Don’t argue with me please.

Rules- You may choose up to 5 prompt numbers if you can’t choose, talk to me and we’ll go through it together because I’m here to capture your horny ass vision. (Example- You wanted to request 3, 4, 12, 45, and 23). Please start with telling me which character you’d like me to write for and give me some insight. (Example- You want a J-hope office AU, then explain the preface like hate to love, secret affair, cute office shit. Or let’s say for example you want something Levi Ackerman related and you talked back to him and he don’t like dat so he “punishes you” ;) ). Get it? Also I take kinder asks more often so keep that in mind, I won’t take your request if you seem rude or whatever.

Before you ask, yes I do AUs. A lot of my entries are in fact AUs and they are actually my preferred method because who doesn’t love a good AU!!?!! But yeah do not be afraid to ask about AUs

So I usually write for k-pop groups, mostly BTS but I’m broadening my horizon sooo ayye so you can request for Got7, Winner, The Rose, Day6, EXO, if you aren’t sure what other groups I write for you can always ask!

Anime- Attack on Titan, Black Butler, Fairy Tail, Naruto, BNHA, Kageguri, Tokyo Ghoul, Assassination Classroom, Diabolik Lovers, (ESPECIALLY THIS ONE, I freaking love Diabolik Lovers) once again if you aren’t sure, then please ask. These are just examples but I try to reach every aspect.

ANYTHING BY VOLTAGE- Kissed By The Baddest Bidder, Our Two Bedroom Story, Enchanted In The Moonlight, Butler Until Midnight, Scandal In The Spotlight, PLEASE REQUEST IT BECAUSE AAAAHHHH I LOVE IT. I do not care which game, just tell me which guy from which game and I will make it happen because Voltage Games are a huge part of me. Just tell me which guy from which game.

Now onto the good stuff! (Also please note that some prompts won’t make sense with some characters and the only reason that is is so everyone can find something to attach to who they want)

So this first part, is going to be what was on the previous prompt, after number 55 will be the new added on stuff just in case any one of my followers recognizes these.

1- “How miserable must I be before you’re satisfied?”

2- “Guess I’m not cut out for this dating thing, huh?”

3-“Damnit! Do you have any idea how amazing you are?! Stop being so damn insecure”

4- “Don’t argue with me on this!!”

5- “I can’t just be friends with you…I can’t.”

6- “Do you have to be so annoying all the time?”

7- “No, you can not stay here…I don’t care that it’s raining!”

8- “Why can’t you see that I-….that I-”

9- “Stop pretending to be asleep..”

10- “ Could we go four seconds without you being annoying?”

11-“do you not know what the word ‘mine’ means?”

12- “Shhh, wouldn’t want anyone to hear us now would we?”

13- “I dare you to finish that sentence…”

14- “Someone’s a little irritable today…”

15- “We can’t all be a perfect prettyboy popstar!”

16- “You just…you just kissed me!! *Insert freaked out face here*”

17- “We’re only sharing a bed, it isn’t the end of the world.”

18- “Only make that face in front of me.”

19- “If you wanted my attention…all you had to do was ask.”

20- “I’m bored, wanna fuck?”

21- “Can’t you see that I…I…forget it”

22- “…I can’t kiss you the way I want…”

23- “It was foolish of me to think you could ever want a relationship with me…forget it.”

24- “I aim to please…”

25- “When did this topic even come up!”

26- “You’re so boring, haven’t you ever been wild?”

27- “Hm…I like when you do that.”

28- “I’m more than capable of being rough with you babe. You just watch.”

29- “Where the hell did you learn that?!?!”

30-“Well, the boys accidentally…saw that picture you sent…Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

31-“You need to be taught a lesson…”

32- “Shh, wouldn’t want the boys to hear us, now would you?”

33-I don’t understand you sometimes…but I like it.“

34- ” Don’t pretend that wasn’t on purpose…come here.“

35- ” I’m not so happy about doing a duet with you of all people…but could you at least try and not be a..” ( obviously used for kpop requests but this can be modified so don’t worry :) )

36- “Don’t pretend to care when you obviously don’t.”

37- “Am I making you nervous, Y/N?“

38-“I never thought I would see the day you actually take my advice ”

39- "Just admit you want fuck me…if you behave, I might just let you.”

40- “I…I think you’re wonderful…those horrible people you’ve dated…they didn’t deserve you.”

41- “It’s you and me, not us and them. Fuck what they think.”

42- “Oh my gosh, we didn’t…HOLY SHIT WE DID. You tell anyone and there will be one less idol in the world!”

43- “You’re so quiet…is something wrong?”

44- “Maybe, if you beg, I might….”

45- “Go to sleep, I promise I’ll wake you up.”

46- “This could be more than just another one night stand…”

47- “It’s amazing what the internet will teach you” *casually holding handcuffs*

48- “…you deserve better, someone who cares about you.”

49- “Can’t I do something nice without being suspicious??”

50- “Finally alone…”

51- “Maybe, we could…be boyfriend and girlfriend.?”

52- “You can’t call me cute!”

53- “Have a nice sleep?”

54- “How stupid do you think I am?”

55- “ Are you shy? Around little ol me?”

...

56- “Is this how it’s gonna be between us, just fighting all the time?”

57- “You know after all that, you can still look at me and see something worth loving?”

58- “Avoiding me won’t fix your undying love for me, many have tried but all have failed Y/N.”

59- “Me? Self-centered? No no never!”

60- “You are the complete opposite of subtle and it’s amusing.”

61- “No! What are you afraid of?!? Why is is so hard to believe than someone like me could have feelings for you!”

62- “What did they do to you, I won’t ask again....”

63- “I want...to stay with you for as long as possible. Please...let me?”

64- “Even if I have to rip (your enemy’s name) heart out with me bear hands, I will always protect you.”

65- “What? (innocent face) I’m just massaging your shoulders.”

66- “You’re pretty cute for such a clumsy buffoon. Hmm Maybe I’ll keep you!”

67- “Hm, When you put it that way, it makes me sound like a monster.”

68- “ Oh honey, I treat you like a maid because that’s basically all you are.”

69- “Hmmm...turn your body around. Just like that, I wanna try something.” (You all saw this coming and shame on you if you didn’t)

70- “You want me to name all the reasons I love you?....We’d be here forever.”

71- “Oh baby, you’re terrible at hide and seek....but I’ll play along.”

72- “ Oh look, she finally stands up for herself...hmm. I like this side of you.”

73- “The guy you saw....isn’t me...give me a chance to change your mind.”

74-” What? Why are you crying??!! Oh for fu-”

75- “I bully you because it’s fun....no other reason really.”

76- “Why are you so breathtaking god-damnit!”

77- “I know you’ve never....done anything with anyone before...so I’m gonna make damn sure your first time is special!”

78- “ Call me cliche, but you really do look great in the moonlight.”

79- “ What’s this? A sketchbook? You won’t mind if I take a peek, right?”

80- “Shut up! I’m not blushing!”

81- “You look so...inviting all tied up.”

82- “You’re so good at taking orders. I wonder what else you’re good at.”

83- “Okay since when did getting into a fight for your honor become a bad thing?!!?”

84- “What’s the word I’m looking for?....Pet!”

85- “I’ll be the best boyfriend you’ve ever had, I promise!”

86- “ Me? Y-you like me? Y/N, If you’re joking you aren’t really funny y’know.”

87- “That’s pretty bold for something whose only wearing a towel.”

88- “So you didn’t think I’d catch you looking at some other guy right in front of me?!?!’

89- “ Me? A jerk? Hm...I didn’t know you felt that way....I’m-”

90- “Okay stop it already! People are gonna think I’m bullying you if you keep sobbing like that.”

91- “Hm, do you even have friends or is hanging out alone in an empty classroom/room all you do all day?”

92- “How do you expect me to focus when you’re practically begging for me to come over there and show you who you belong to??”

93- “Let’s say...for example...I was the one who left the love letter by your door...what would you say?”

94- “Do you enjoy being bullied by me? Are you a masochist or something?”

95- “ It’s not everyday I let you be in control...enjoy it babe.”

96- “Someone’s been messing with you? Are you gonna tell me who or not?”

97- “Is my heart just some sort of game to you!?!!?”

98- “You’ve got a lot of nerve showing your face around here after our last....interaction.”

99- “Oh don’t stop because of me, you looked so cute dancing around.”

100- “ I didn’t know...you were so talented. You’re amazing.”

101- “ Please never give up, for me, for us...”

102- “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m hugging you.”

103- “If I can eat your cooking every day, I’ll be happy.”

104- “ What can we say....sharing is caring.” (...best paired with threesome requests but haaaayy can be used for anything else.)

105- “ You need to learn some respect...bend over.”

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twisted-broth · 5 years

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Y/n in the Bathroom- Michael x reader

Reader gender: not specified

Warnings- suggestive material, drinking, swearing

A/n: this took forever and I hate myself I’m sorry. I promise I will get the requests done! Eventually...

Requested by anon: Hiya! So I️ was just noticing you’ve expanded your horizons a bit! I️ was hoping you could do a fluffy Michael x reader where they find him in the bathroom at the Halloween party because the reader was trying to hide from some drunk guy who was hitting on them. It’s cool if you don’t have time but I️ saw requests were open sooo ya.😊Bonus points if the Michael fic ends in a cheesy dance scene.

Dedicated to my favorite person (you know who you are) who always inspires me to keep writing! Love you.

‘Could this party be any worse?’ You thought to yourself as you leaned against the wall and took a small sip from your cup of beer.

You are definitely not the party type. You only came because your friend begged you, and she had already left to flirt with some girls. You were from a different school than her, so you didn’t recognize any of the people here.

“Hey hot stuff,” you heard a drunken voice slur behind you.

You sighed as you turned to face the man behind you.

“Can I help you?” You spat.

“I was just thinking, you and I might want to find an empty room somewhere,” he said suggestively.

You scoffed and turned around, continuing to nurse your drink.

“Hey, don’t ignore me you bitch!” He yelled, grabbing your shoulder and turning you to look at him.

“Don’t touch me, asshole!” You exclaimed back as you yanked your shoulder away from him.

“C’mon, babe, it’ll be fun,” he cooed.

“Leave. Me. Alone,” you growled, your voice laced with venom.

His face quickly hardened as he grabbed your arm with a steel grip. “Listen here bitch,” he demanded, “you might want to rethink the way you’re talking to me right now.”

A jolt of adrenaline ran through you, fear and panic coursing through your body. Thinking as fast as your could in your moment of panic, you threw what remained of your drink in his face, broke out of his grip and sprinted through the ocean of people.

You reached a slightly empty hallway and frantically looked around for a room you could hide in. Spotting a door to your right, you darted into the unlocked room and locked the door behind you.

You let out a sigh of relief, glad to have escaped that situation. You closed your eyes and slid down the door, out of breath from your run.

“Hello?” A small voice asked from in the room.

Your eyes shot open and you quickly the scanned the room that you now realized was a bathroom. You spotted a boy around your age leaning against the edge of the bathtub, his eyes red and puffy with tear streaks running down his face.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to barge in on you, I was just trying to get away from someone, but I can leave you be if you’d like.” You spouted quickly, raising yourself with the intention of leaving the boy alone.

“It’s okay. You seemed pretty upset, I don’t want to send you back out into that,” he told you, shaking his head.

“Thanks,” You breathed, sinking back onto the floor.

“I’m Michael,” he introduced himself after drying his face.

“Y/n,” you told him, a small smile making its way onto your face. You shakily walked over to him and sat down beside him. “So, what’s got you in here, Michael? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“My best friend ditched me. He- um… do you know what a squip is?”

You solemnly nodded. “My cousin had one. She’s in a mental institute now. Is that what your friend has?”

“Yeah. I guess he’s too cool for me now.” Michael sighed.

“For what it’s worth, you seem like a pretty cool dude to me. I mean, your creeps shirt is awesome. Where did you even get that?”

“Oh I… made it. I have a jacket I made too. I had to paint the design on the back. It took forever.” He looked down, clearly embarrassed.

“That’s so cool. I wish I could do that kind of stuff.” You gave him a bright smile as he carefully looked up at you.

“So, why are you here? You seem really sweet and confident. You should be out having fun.”

“Well, my friend decided to head off on her own and then some creep wouldn’t leave me alone… it’s been a night.” Seeing the sadness in his features suddenly gave you an idea. “Hey man, fuck this party. Let’s go do something.”

He raised an eyebrow, but you could see a smile start to grace his lips. “Like what?” He asked.

“Have you ever played Apocalypse of the Damned?”

This time, you could see his whole face light up. “I love that game!”

You quickly rose to your feet. “Great. Then you and I are gonna go back to my place and you’ll help me finally get past level nine-“

“The cafetorium,” he groaned.

“You’re familiar,” you laughed. You offered him a hand and helped raise him from the ground.

Still hand in hand, you weaved through the maze of drunk teenagers and managed to escape through the door. Flanking the sides of the doorway were pairs of people attached by the mouth. You ignored them and quickly rushed past them, Michael in tow.

“Do you have a car?” You asked him.

“Yeah it’s over here.” He led you over to a PT Cruiser parked by the curb.

“Niiiice,” you said, admiring the car.

He smiled as he opened the passenger side door for you and made his way around to the drivers side.

Okay so you may be in a strangers car and you may be giving him your address but you were a little tipsy, okay? (Don’t try this at home kids)

The ride to your house was pretty short, only a few minutes. You chatted to each other the whole ride there, always managing to find a common interest to go off about. Your conversation managed to bounce from video games to reality tv to discontinued sodas. It was shocking how much you two had in common.

He pulled into your driveway, allowing you to open the door and lead him to your house. Your parents were already asleep at this point so you wouldn’t be bombarded with questions about your night or Michael. Taking his hand in yours, you lead him to your basement where an Xbox was connected to a large TV with a couch in front of it. You allowed Michaels hand to fall from yours as you crouched down to turn on the game console and grab the remotes.

With the game finally up and ready to play, you and Michael seemed to play for ages, watching each other’s backs and fighting off zombies as best as you could. Every so often you would glance over at Michael, admiring the focus on his face and the way his tongue pokes out of his mouth just a little bit… and, yep, you died. Way to go. Michael glances over at you, wondering why you had stopped playing. Heat rises to your face as you realize he had caught you staring. He smiles, but you can see a bit of red glazing his cheeks.

He turns away and uses the controller to pause the game. You watched in confusion as he pulled out his phone and began playing a slow song on it.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

He stood up and extended his hand to you. “Dance with me,” he suggested.

You couldn’t help but laugh as you took his outstretched hand. He pulled you up with a surprising amount of force, causing you to stumble and fall into his chest. He pulls you into an awkward little dancing position. You would’ve been thrilled by how close you were if you weren’t so focused on not stepping on his feet.

Too soon for your liking, the song and your dance ended. You were left standing chest- to- chest and staring into each other’s eyes, lost in the moment.

“See?” Your SQUIP appeared next to Michael, interrupting the moment. “I told you the party was a good idea.”

#my writing #x reader #be more chill #be more chill x reader #be more chill oneshot #michael mell #michael mell x reader #michael x reader #george salazar #george salazar x reader #michael

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janiedean · 5 years

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gwenspiration self-recs

I was tagged by @jaimebrienneonline for this thank you!

sooo, the challenge was:

Taking the idea from the amazing Gwendoline Christie, we should be promoting ourselves and not acting like our creative endeavors are worthless. In that vein, I challenge everyone to blog their favorite of their own works, art, fic, meta, manip, doll story, whatever it may be.

aaand okay so I’m usually really bad at self-reccing so I’ll just go ahead and do a top five fics and a few meta links - this is not necessarily my most read stuff or whatever but if I have to choose in between my own children I will ;) also sticking to asoiaf/jb-centric stuff or it turns into a problem lmao [also I’m not putting some flowers bloom dead on this because I don’t wanna rec stuff I haven’t finished]

in the darkness on the edge of town: (jb, hooker au, explicit content) okay I don’t even know how to put this without sounding ridiculous but I honestly think it’s some of the best writing I put out period and I ended up putting an amount of blood sweat and tears I hadn’t anticipated into it but I loved doing it overall (because I also went and put in it everything I like writing about ngl and yes I have a thing for hooker au and I apparently succeeded in making it feel like a springsteen song so I’m proud of myself thank you) and I’m really happy with how it turned out. also, I gave myself confirmation that if springsteen’s involved my productivity arises.

I'm not a pretty girl, that's not what I do: (jb, brienne-centric with focus on her issues with her looks and femininity) long story short, I didn’t say it in the a/n when I posted this for the spitefic series because I wanted to check the reactions to it but now that it’s been months I can say it: this is the most personal thing I’ve ever put to fic in my entire life including specifically recycling my own childhood experiences into brienne’s and tackling directly 80% of the issues me and her have in common. and I think it came out pretty damn good and I also was flattered with the response I got to it because a lot of people commented about how relatable those issues were and just, this damned fic means a lot to me so have it ;)

conventions and inconveniences of the stage series (theon/robb, jaime/brienne, jonc/brynden tully for now, opera singers au series): okay this is a series so I’m cheating BUT I’m just really attached to all of the fics in it because a) I love opera and I was delighted that people actually read them and liked it regardless of the obscure subjects, b) they gave me the chance to branch out a lot, c) for now I had fics for two ships I dearly love (throbb and jb) and that have meant a lot to me in this fandom AND then the crackship I cultivated with a lot of love and care to which I gave one of my favorite operas in existence and I loved writing each single one of these fics and I think I’ve done a pretty good job with them and sorry but I picked the perfect operas for all of them and I’m dying on that hill. don carlo is 100% the throbb opera and fidelio is 10000% the jb opera you won’t take that from me. ;)

all knights are gallant and all maids are beautiful (jb, side-jc, genderbend): admittedly I wrote this thing out of spite because I hate that people refuse to see that jc is, in fact, a darned abusive dynamic but they wouldn’t say that if the genders were reversed so I went and genderbent all three of them just to prove the damned point of it and other than being very satisfied at how it turned out it was a fairly cathartic exercise to write it because that issue is really sitting badly on my stomach and has been for ages. so yeah I’ll put this one on the list also because ngl I liked writing male!brienne way more than I thought I would and overall I did have a pretty interesting time figuring out how to keep them IC while switching genders and it was in general a very good writing exercise for a lot of things and I think it came out pretty well.

and give all the love that you have in your soul (jb, jonc/omc, jonc/rhaegar, time travel): I thought about reccing something less widely read for the last spot but fuck it I’m going to put this one fic for a lot of reasons as in: a) I actually brewed on it for two years before writing it is2g it was a labor of love, b) I’m extremely proud of myself for having written time travel without losing my shit over the technicalities (I hate writing time travel) and the planning and the likes and I also think it didn’t have plot holes so score for me, c) this is where I admit that I 100% purposefully put jon connington as co-protagonist in here because I love him and I don’t think he gets enough fandom exposure and while I write him more than about anyone else I think until this fic I hadn’t managed to find a large audience for fic where he was a lead, so yes I totally did it because I knew a fic with a jb main pairing would mean more exposure and I was delighted to see that at the end of it people cared about his half of the storyline as much as they cared about the jb half of it. also I think brienne and jonc would be absolutely good potential friends if they met so I really was excited to explore that dynamic and yeah tldr this damned thing was a bitch to write but I loved doing it and I loved the feedback it had so that’s going to be this one.

there, that’s the fic. as far as the meta goes, a lot more quickly (of the meta I have on ao3 because I’m still on dash only) :

Brienne of Tarth and her importance as a literary character & Brienne and Jaime’s relationship: a textual analysis of their journey: I put together these two darned novels of analysis in a single piece that I gave to gwendoline christie at a con once because I felt like I should go there with something that would make clear how much brienne means to me as a character and then I threw in the jb stuff as well because I could. the first piece isn’t as in-depth but again as brienne is the only character I related to as much as I do for those reasons I really felt strongly about that meta subject. the second piece is basically me going through 90% of the relevant moments of jb history in the books and analyzing the shit out of it and not to brag but I like to think it was pretty good text analysis so here you go.

Why a Jaime/Brienne Endgame in the Books Makes More Sense Than One Might Think, Based on Previous Works of GRRM's: one of the things that irks me more about nihilistic/fatalistic readings of these two/of asoiaf is that most people who write them and dismiss jb as not important or not important enough to have overall plot relevance have not actually read grrm’s other books. since I happen to have read most of them and to have seen that he has patterns that are not nihilistic at all, I took the liberty to rant about it.

An Analysis of Jaime's Dream in ASOS: this was when I dissected jaime’s asos dream line by line and while I don’t think it’s particularly groundbreaking information it’s pretty much encompassing 90% of the arguments I use while theorizing about these two/jaime’s issues specifically and I think I worded it well enough, so here we go, that’s the third.

... wow, selling yourself is hard. thanks jbo for the tag!!

aaand as I should tag other people, idk who’s done it already buut I’m gonna tag also not-jb peeps and go for @lordhellebore, @trulilyy @randomingoftherandomness and @lodessa if they want to :)

#gwenspiration #jaime x brienne #otp: i dreamed of you #oh god self reccing is hard #but it was An Exercise xD #anti-lannincest #only slightly less toxic than chernobyl's ruins

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rudemaidenswrite · 5 years

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Silent Caress

Part 3 By: @pusantheamazonian

Leatherface/Thomas Hewitt x Blind Reader

Part 1 Part 2

You’ve created a kissing monster. Sorry not sorry.

As soon as breakfast is done, Thomas is dragging you outside.

“How?” He hastily writes.

“How what?”

“How did you know about the cannibalism?”

“Ah well at first I thought it was odd that Luda had to clarify that I was a guest in the house. Then Hoyt's payer at dinner was a red flag. Then your reluctance and hesitation to say that you're a butcher. And the blood, I couldn't place the smell but it was so familiar. Then obviously last night. When I thought about all the different reasons why. It just kept coming up cannibal.” You shrug it off.

“You are okay with this?”

“It is what it is. That reminds me, I should read you the Red Dragon.”

“Why?”

“It's about a doctor and he's a cannibal.”

“Really?” He pulls you into the shade.

“Yup!”

“I only want to devour you.” He turns, intertwining his hand with yours while the other pulls you close. Kissing his way down your neck.

“Well there's a never ending supply of that.” Giggling you grab his tie to hold him close. It tickles but it’s cute and you love this sweet side of him.

“If you two are going to be neckin’ you might want to do it out of sight.” Uncle Monty chuckles.

“Uncle Monty!” Flustered you can feel the blush spreading. Thomas is still holding onto you but you can tell he's glaring at Uncle Monty. A low growl warns him to leave.

“It's just a suggestion.” You can hear the new found pep in his step. Uncle Monty heads to the kitchen for a beer.

“What’s so funny?” Hoyt asks seeing Uncle Monty chuckling.

“Just caught Thomas and Y/N neckin’.” He nods outside.

“Really?”

“Out behind the barn near the trees.”

“I’ll be damned our boy’s becoming a man.” Hoyt gives a shit eating grin.

In the basement Thomas is sure that there will be no further interrupts for now. He has set you on the usual table. Standing in front of you, your knees pressed against his thighs.

“The bruise is going away.” He rubs the area gently.

“That’s good, I forgot all about it.”

“How?”

“It doesn't hurt so without being able to see it regularly. I forgot about it.”

Thomas frowns, why are you so pretty and cursed with your own troubles. If it was any other way he would have thought you were a model. Like the ones in his Mama's magazines. But you shy away from discussing how you look. When you had so desperately needed to know what he looked like. Praising his body before and after you had known his face. Maybe you just need to understand how he sees you.

“Soft Y/H/C hair, prettiest big Y/E/C eyes I've ever seen.” He holds your hand tightly.

“What are you talking about?”

“A smile brighter than the sun, and body with curves in all the right places. Like you were made for me.” With each word the more flustered you become, pulling at his grip.

“Where… where did that come from?”

“You said you didn't remember what you looked like. That's what I see.”

Burying your face in his chest, the tears start flowing. You can't believe he remembered that. Concerned he pushes on your shoulder.

“I'm fine… I just never expected someone to describe me like that.” Emotions boiling over you don't deserve him.

“It's true.”

“You shouldn't say things like that... when I've lied to you.” Thomas turns to stone, literally stops breathing. The fear takes him, wondering if you've been lying about loving him. “I'm alright now but… something happened when I was out with Uncle Monty.”

Thomas relaxes slightly to wrap his arms around you. The fear has turned into anger that someone hurt you.

“My cousins found out I was leaving, that's where the bruise came from not that escapie. Uncle Monty had to intervene.” A hand gently strokes your hair and you relax into his touch. “And those friends I told you that left me. They were actually my cousins, the same ones that tried to stop me.” His hold tightens. “I was scared that I would never see you again. I love you and I hate it when we don't talk.”

“You love me?”

Gasping, you didn't realize you said it. You had been thinking hard about the L word. Now you're embarrassed to say anything. Until he raises your head to figuratively look at him.

“You love me?” He cautiously write it out. Hoping he didn't hear you wrong.

“Yes.” Your face heats up and it's not because of the heat.

In a moment of pure joy Thomas kisses you. Ecstatic that you do love him. Fisting his shirt with both hands, the worn fabric threatens to tear as you lean into the kiss.

The creaking of the floorboards above pulls him away. He doesn't like having all these interruptions. Releasing his shirt you fidget with the hole forming on your pants leg. Both waiting for the all clear.

“You're staring.” Straightening up you poke his belly.

“How do you know?”

“It’s just a feeling, as if the air has changed and it’s only in your direction.”

“You have a problem with that?”

“No, I want to know why you’re staring.”

“You're beautiful. Why shouldn't I?”

“Such a complimenter but that doesn't explain why.”

“I… was thinking how lucky I am that you love me.”

A blush sets in. “That's a silly reason, everyone should be loved.” In the silence he caresses your cheek, running his hand through your hair.

“Well look at the love birds.” Hoyt jokes. Your face immediately becomes hot and you turn away. “I hate to break up this beautiful moment but Thomas has some work to do and Y/N you better be getting on upstairs.” The stairs creak as he goes back up. With a small groan Thomas lifts you off the table, setting you down at the stairs.

“I’ll see you later then. I’ll be my room if you want to come up when you’re done.” Biting your lip, you reveal in hesitancy he has to let you go. Delighting in the way he stalled when you mentioned coming to your room.

“I will.”

Upstairs you grab a book from your backpack. Which is still on the ground by the door where Thomas left it. Climbing onto the bed, you move the pillows so you're able to prop yourself up against the headboard. It's a long time before you hear anyone come upstairs.

The footsteps lead right to your door. There's a knock followed by a soft grunt as they move closer.

“Hi Thomas. Are you finished?” Another low grunt as he sits on the bed. “That sounds sooo exciting.” Teasing, you pretend that he told you all about it. But you already know that he's not going to tell you any details since he doesn't like it in the first place.

“What are you reading?”

“Don Quixote.”

“What?”

“Don Quixote it's a story about a middle-aged man from La Mancha, Spain. Obsessed with the chivalrous romantic ideals he has read about, he loses his sanity. Deciding to become a knight to defend the helpless and destroy the wicked while reviving chivalry.” The confused silence from Thomas let's you know that you went way over his head in the literature department. “Basically this elderly guy decides to become a hero. He's old, forgetful and clumsy but does things to help people. And nothing goes as planned for him.”

“Uncle Monty when he's drunk.”

“Possibly.” You try hiding your laugh. It's a funny picture to imagine.

“Will you read it to me?”

“Sure, I'll start at the beginning.” Closing the book, you restart the story. Your fingers softly grazing the braille. “In a village of La Mancha, the name of which I have no desire to call to mind, there lived not long since one of those gentlemen that keep a lance in the lance-rack, an old buckler, a lean hack, and a greyhound for coursing. An olla of rather more beef than mutton, a salad on most nights, scraps on Saturdays, lentils on Fridays, and a pigeon or so extra on Sundays, made away with three-quarters of his income. The rest of it went in a doublet of fine cloth and velvet breeches and shoes to match for holidays, while on week-days he made a brave figure in his best homespun. He had in his house a housekeeper past forty, a niece under twenty, and a lad for the field and market-place, who used to saddle the hack as well as handle the bill-hook. The age of this gentleman of ours was bordering on fifty; he was of a hardy habit, spare, gaunt-featured, a very early riser and a great sportsman. They will have it his surname was Quixada or Quesada, although from reasonable conjectures it seems plain that he was called Quexana. This, however, is of but little importance to our tale; it will be enough not to stray a hair’s breadth from the truth in the telling of it.”

Pausing you put the book down, the snores coming from Thomas are soothing. With his head in your lap, he fell asleep almost instantly. Playing with his hair you wonder why anyone would be mean to him. He’s a big softie with super strength.

There’s another knock and your head snaps up.

“Oh how precious. Do you want me to wake him?” Luda whispers not really wanting to interrupt this picture perfect moment.

“No its fine. I’m still reading.”

“Well if you need anything let me know.”

“I will. ”

You feel a little uneasy about this. His family seems to pushing you two together but cautious while still teasing the two of you. It’s not like the two aren’t already attached at the hip. It’s probably just their way of protecting him, since they don’t want him to end up alone and hurt.

You wake up with Thomas’s arm around you. His breath tickling your hair while you feel the rise and fall of his chest with your hand. This moment feels perfect, sighing you snuggle closer. It maybe the hopeless romantic in you but you’ve fallen hard for him. You just hope he feels the same way you do. His arm tightens around you and buries his face in your hair.

“Hello.” Chuckling at his action. There's a low rumble from his chest. “What time is it?”

“Early.”

“Good. That means we can stay right here.” Pressing yourself closer. “I told you, you would be great at cuddling.” Smiling you breath in his scent slowly drifting back to sleep.

Thomas woke up before you this time. Softly trailing a finger down your face. He can't help but to wonder if you're really an angel. You may not be able to see but you know his true face and still called him handsome. Only his mama calls him that.

There's so many questions he has but there's not enough time for the answers. Why do you love him? Why do you trust him so much? Do you really promise to stay forever? He can't shake the feeling that you have bewitched him somehow, no one as perfect as you would willing be with him. But he knew he had to have you the moment you first smiled at him during dinner. The surprising amount of optimism you had to communicate with him is what did him in. That was the moment he knew he was in love.

Fidgeting you bury your face further into his chest. But the light touches on your face don’t stop. Mindlessly swatting at whatever it is you wearily open your eyes to feel Thomas staring. Just staring at you with no real purpose.

“How long have you been awake?”

“Awhile.”

“And you’ve just been waiting?”

“Yes.”

“Such a softie.”

“You should get ready before they wonder why you’re not up.”

“Why? I’m pretty sure they already know that there’s something going on between us.”

“All the more reason.” He places a kiss on your forehead.

“Uh huh.” You reluctantly detach yourself and go to the dresser. “Well then you can pick out what color dress I'm gonna wear today. Since you're still here.” You pull out a couple dresses and lay them on the bed.

The bed springs creak from movement and soon the floorboards do as he hands you one.

“Blue.”

“Thank you. Now shoo so I can get dressed.” Smiling you give him a quick peck on the lips and nod at the door.

“Why?”

“Thomas Hewitt you are ornery this morning. You will not see me naked unless there's a ring on my finger.” Surprised at his stubbornness and boldness you push him to the door. More like you lean against the unbudging wall of muscle. Thomas chuckles at your attempt to push him out.

“I'll see you later.”

“Ok-” He steals a kiss while you're mid sentence. The door closes and you can hear his footsteps go down the stairs. “That sneaky... he's sure become confident in stealing kisses.” Sighing you might have created a kissing monster. Putting up the other clothes up, you slip on the dress he picked. A blue short sleeved sundress with pockets. It's always a good idea to have pockets.

Finishing up your heart beats faster as you get excited. You started wondering if later the kissy monster will take off his mask so you can get some proper kissing going on. Walking down stairs you come up with some back up plans if he says no.

For the past couple nights Thomas has begun sneaking into your room at night to cuddle. Holding you tightly against him like you were going to disappear. It's nice waking up to someone else in the morning. It strangely makes you feel complete.

Coincidently Luda has started bringing you to the station with her. Saying you could do with some routines so you wouldn't have to be stuck at the house all the time. Thomas comes and fetches you after lunch time. He takes what he calls a shortcut back to the house. It's not much of a short cut since it goes through some woods and a pasture. Reaching the woods he picks you up and carries you the whole way, only setting you down when he's reached the edge of the yard. You tell him every time that he doesn't have to carry you, you're fine with walking the long way around. You don't want him to injure himself. But he won't listen to it, he just holds you tightly. Positioning you so you can sit upright and see him. In these moments you lean against his shoulder playing with his hair. Asking simple yes or no questions, or just talking about random things on your mind.

But today you had remembered a joke you wanted to tell him. With Luda back from her break you know he would be here any moment know. It may not seem like it but he likes to stick with routines. It makes him feel safe and calm when there's a routine.

The husky breathing and creaking floorboards coming from the back alert you to Thomas's presence. He prefers to enter from the back to avoid people. The slow sliding of fingers down your arm confirm it.

“Hi Thomas. Oh! I have a joke to tell you. I've been thinking of it all morning.” He squeezes your hand wanting you to continue. “What do you get when you cross a vampire with a snowman?” He draws a question mark. “Frost bite.” There's a long pause before he answers.

“What?”

“Frostbite. You know a vampire bites people and a snowman is frozen, made of snow. Frostbite is when your skin is exposed to freezing temperatures too long…. Any of this making sense?”

“You're not good at jokes.”

“Oh how rude. I should punish you by telling you all the corny jokes I know!” Poking him you act offended. You know they're corny that's the whole point.

The bell over the door rings and you ignore it. Luda's here so you don't have to worry about trying to help the person. But that changed when the confused voice of your cousin Derick pulls your full attention from Thomas to the front door.

“Y/N?”

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mirkwoodshewolf · 6 years

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The start of an apprenticeship; Newt Scamander x teen reader

While I was posting up my Supernatural fics I thought why not give u guys more Newt. Now this was one of my recent and first Newt Scamander requests I got recently on Wattpad. And let me just say I had a FREAKIN blast with this story :) So I hope all of you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I was sooo happy that someone asked for a Newt request and I delivered if I do say so myself :)

Warnings: Nifflers, Demiguises, Newt Scamander fluff, Goldstein sister fluff, but real warning here, TORTURE (using one of the unforgivable curses), other than that just fluff and nifflers.

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It first started off with a simple Thanksgiving vacation from Ilvermory. I had gone to visit my older sisters Tina and Queenie to surprise them but when I got there, it turns out I was on the receiving end of a surprise, when my eldest sister Tina had brought in men into our apartment when the landlady strictly forbids men from entering the premises.

“(Y/n) what a surprise” my big sis Queenie stated happily as she came up and hugged me tightly.

“Hey Queenie, mind telling me why there are men in our apartment?” I asked nervously.

“I think you should talk to Teenie” I turned towards my eldest sister and she explained that Mr. Scamander the wizard wearing the blue trench coat had committed a crime against the secrecy of Wizard kind, and the other man Jacob Kowalski was a no-maj that is sick because of Mr. Scamander.

I took a good look at both men and saw that Mr. Scamander had shaggy brownish hair, freckles danced across his face but he held a warm presence. Even though he was tall, he wasn’t intimidating. I took notice that he held onto a suitcase very tightly and kept looking around the apartment trying to figure a way to get out.

While Mr. Kowalski had a tuff of black hair, a mustache that went all over his upper lip, he wore a suit that was just barely able to hold onto him and he did appear a little sick as his face glistened with sweat and he tried to keep his stance. I also took notice that he kept staring at my sister Queenie, not like in the way most men have stared at her like they wanted to own her as property, he was in awe and it was almost like a puppy-dog kind of way he was looking at her.

“Hey (y/n), you’ve had such a long trip from the train station so why don’t you get settled in and then come back out for dinner, and no sweets don’t count as a meal” I stuck my tongue at Queenie for using her mind-reading abilities on me. I picked up my suitcase and went into my room and saw that it was all cleaned up for me.

I set my stuff down and began unpacking for the week vacation that I had from school. I got changed from my uniform minus my robes into more casual nightdress. Once I was done changing, I joined up with my sisters and our guests and we all sat down and ate the delicious meal my sisters had prepared.

After dinner, Queenie and Jacob seemed to get a long really well as they talked about their love for cooking and baking. I smiled softly at them never once seeing my sister so happy before in her entire life talking to someone who also enjoyed the same thing’s she did. Like I had said before, most guys think of wanting to get her as a trophy wife and have her be the stay-at-home woman cooking and preparing coffee for them, or just use her as a chance to cheat on their own wives or girlfriends to show them that they could get someone better than them on the side when they don’t give them what the guys want.

Thankfully my sister always stands up for herself and tells them straight away that she’s not interested or goes right to the girlfriends or wives and tells them of what their spouses are doing. But seeing her now with Jacob, he’d be good husband material in my eyes for my sister, if it wasn’t for the laws of wizarding community here in America.

That’s why when I get out of Ilvermory, I want to travel the world and I don’t know maybe settle down in England since their laws are looser when it comes to No-Magic people or No-majs as we call them here.

“Our little sister here is just about to be done with school. Top in all her classes and is looking at a full scholarship into getting into MACUSA’s International Research team. She’s always wanted to travel the world, haven’t you sweetie?” Queenie said to me.

“Yeah, it’s always been a dream of mine. Travel the world, see what other cultures are like”. I said to Jacob.

And Tina or as I sometimes like to call her Tina “Kill-joy” Goldstein struck again when I heard Queenie state solemnly that she wasn’t flirting.

“I’m just saying don’t go getting attached he’s gonna have to be obliviated. It’s nothing personal”. Tina stated solemnly.

“Oh hey, you okay honey?” Queenie asked Jacob as I began to take notice of his starting to get dizzy and his sweating began to grow worse.

“Ms. Goldstein I think Mr. Kowalski can do with an early night, besides you and I will need to be up early tomorrow morning to find my niffler so….” Mr. Scamander stated as he sat up from his chair. I tilted my head in confusion and Queenie and I said to Tina at the same time.

“What’s a niffler?”

“Don’t ask” she muttered. “Okay you guys can bunk in here” she said as she walked towards their room.

Once settling down for the night, Queenie knocked at my door and I told her to come in and she came in with a cup of hot cocoa.

“Hey sweetie, thought you might like a drink before bed”.

“Thanks Queenie”. I said as she came up to me and I took the cup from her and blew on it before taking a small sip.

“How is your year going so far?”

“It’s going well. Me and Danielle continue to do our competitions with each other in our Potions class, just last week she was going so fast in trying to outdo me that she caused her potion to explode right in her face, but I helped her clean up after class in the end cause I couldn’t let her take it alone”.

“You girls and your competitions, but you are a good friend to helping her clean up the classroom, so you excited to have finally brought your wand outside of school?”

“Yes never have I been happier then when they told me I could finally bring my wand home”. You see since the Magical community in America is so paranoid about being exposed by the no-majs, Ilvermory has issued a law that anyone under 17 cannot take their wands out of school.

They have to remain inside their dorms at all times when it comes to home visits and only until the wizard or witch reaches 17 years old, then and only then can they bring their wands outside of class, but one slip-up of using magic outside of school grounds or using magic outside of my current residence, results in severe punishment even expulsion from the school.

But since I just turned 17 on All Hallow’s Eve, I was officially allowed to bring my wand home with me.

“Now you can help me cook some meals” she stated.

“Yep, I can’t wait”.

“But for now it’s time to go to sleep, no into bed little missy”. I placed my cocoa down on my nightstand by my bed and Queenie tucked me in and kissed me goodnight. “Night honey”.

“Night Queenie” I stated tiredly as I yawned. She then turned off my lights with her wand and closed the sliding doors behind her as she left for the guest room.

Later that night I had this dream of seeing President Picquery’s right hand wizard Mr. Graves in his office. Why I was dreaming about him I have no idea, I mean I only met the wizard once when I was first being interviewed for the scholarship that Ilvermory was giving me. I didn’t speak to him physically but I saw him around, plus my sister Tina talks about him constantly always getting on her back about something.

But what happened next was something I never expected to see in my dreams. His face appeared to change his onyx black hair with bleach white, his facial structure began to slightly change into a much older man and his eyes were the biggest changes of all. One was pure black while the other was pure white. I had seen this wizard being posted around in the Ilvermory news.

It was Gellert Grindelwald.

I shot up in my bed panting frantically and I quickly got dressed and cried out for Tina and Queenie but no one responded. I then called out for Mr. Scamander or Jacob, again got no response. That was until I saw a note on the kitchen table from my sisters. I picked up the note and it read.

Newt and Jacob left the apartment, Teen went to find them and I was called into work. Things have gotten more dangerous now at MACUSA with all that’s been happening. Please just stay home, lock the door don’t answer it for anyone okay honey? I should be back by sunrise.

Love, Queenie.

No, no, no, no they—they need to be warned. They need to know who Graves really is. I immediately got dressed and then apparated out of the apartment and flew myself all the way to MACUSA.

By the time I got there, it was completely empty with only a handful of people walking around. As I walked through the hallways I then heard a voice call out my name. When I turned around I saw that it was my sister’s boss Mr. Abernathy.

“Oh hi Mr. Abernathy, so sorry to come in so early but I was wondering do you know where either of my sisters are at?”

“I’m not sure about Goldstein but Queenie she’s downstairs preparing coffee for the council meeting downstairs, is there a problem?”

“Yeah it’s—it’s a lady problem. And I would really like one of my sisters to come home and help me out”. At that statement he backed off and let me go my way and I thanked him. I walked on as if I had only one destination to get to then when no one was looking, I apparated towards Mr. Graves’ office.

Once I got there, I took out my wand and pointed it at his door and whispered.

“Alohamora” but it didn’t work. I then ran through my head all the unlocking spells that I knew and tried “Aberto” again that didn’t work. “Oh come on (y/n) think!” I began running through my head again one last time I then came to a spell Danielle once taught me an unlock spell that is so obvious that most people wouldn’t remember it. I then took a deep breath and pointed my wand at the lock and whispered “Sesamius Opus” at that I heard his door open. “Thank you Dani”. I then went inside Mr. Graves’ office.

I looked around for whatever spell or potion was used for Grindelwald’s disguise but couldn’t find anything. I was so focused in trying to find whatever it was that helped Grindelwald with his disguise that I was completely unaware that the devil himself was right behind me.

When I turned around and saw “Mr. Graves” standing there, I quickly took out my wand but before I could even get one syllable out of my mouth, he used his wand to fire my wand out of my hand leaving me defenseless. He then fire a shot right at my stomach sending me towards the wall and soon I felt his hand around my throat.

“What are you doing in here child? This section is strictly forbidden”.

“I know….who you are”. At that statement he sighed deeply and said.

“Much like your sister, always turning up where you’re not needed. What gave me away?” I remained silent not wanting to tell him anything. I felt his grip tighten around my throat cutting off my airway even more than before. “Answer me and I will let you walk with only your mind obliviated of this encounter”. I choked out but managed to somehow get enough spit into my mouth before spitting right in his face.He glared at me with soulless dark eyes and the next thing I knew I saw blackness.

When I awoke I found myself in a pure white room chained up to a levitating chair. I saw what looked like a sea of potion surrounding me.

“You are indeed the more interesting out of your sisters Ms. Goldstein.” I looked up to see Grindelwald himself standing before me. “Top of your classes in all years at Ilvermory, especially in the dark arts and potions. Your professors even praise you for your talents, you could be a great witch one day. Maybe even more. Now answer my one question, how did you see through my disguise?” Even though I was scared to death at seeing the infamous dark wizard before me, I refused to allow him to see me fear. So I kept quiet.

“Crucio” I then felt a surge of agonizing pain come through me as I held in my screams and panted heavily. “I grow tired of your silence my dear, tell me how you managed to see through my disguise and I’ll let you and your family go”.

“Drop….dead” I panted.

“Not what I was looking for, Crucio”. I felt the same pain go through my again. I kept hearing him whisper Crucio again and again and again never once refraining. He didn’t care that I was just a child, he was willing to watch me suffer and he didn’t even care if I would die or not.

I kept screaming in agony as I couldn’t take the pain any longer until I finally answered him.

“I HAVE FORESIGHT! I have foresight….I have foresight” I sobbed out.

It’s true. Like my sister Queenie who was a Legilimens, I was gifted foresight when I was around 8 years old. They don’t happen much and only through dreams do I get them. I haven’t really had one in years when I saw myself traveling the world with someone. Back then I was still learning to control my powers so I never did see who it was that I would one day travel with, but that’s what’s pushed me to getting the International research spot in MACUSA.

“Foresight, I never thought I’d see one so young. And if you were able to see past my spell, as I stated earlier Ms. Goldstein you must be very powerful for your age, and could be even more. Join me, imagine what kind of power you could obtain, what you could create. See a new world where Wizards rule and the muggles live under our reign”.

“Psychopath!” I panted out. His eyes narrowed then Grindelwald shifted back into Mr. Graves and he said in Graves’ voice.

“Very well then, Ms. (Y/n) Goldstein you are hereby guilt of trespassing and assaulting an Auror. You are thereby sentenced to death and your sisters will receive the same sentence”.

“No….no please th-they didn’t……”

“Shhh” he the pointed his wand at the chair and I was now being lowered towards the death potion. I let out weak sobs as I saw three people in white coats now come in to watch me be executed. I threw my head back silently praying for someone to help me and that’s when I heard the door slam open and what sounded like a fight came out.

My vision was blurry but I swore I thought I saw a flash of blue fighting off the three executioners.

“(Y/n)!” I opened my eyes trying to focus my vision and it was there I saw standing before me was Mr. Scamander.

“Mr. Scamander?” I stated out.

“Hang on I’ll get you out of there”. He then pointed his wand which unlocked me from my chains but before he could do another spell I tried to tell him.

“Mr. Scamander behind you!” He was then suddenly punched by the male executioner and the two of them began to try to over-power the other. Newt then cleverly kicked the male’s shin inward and release some kind of bat-like greenish-blue creature and it flew around until it tackled the man down which forced his wand into the death potion making it sizzle like boiling water and raise it up higher towards me.

I whimpered and tried to stand up but I could only curl myself up into the chair.

“Mr. Scamander!” I cried out.

“Now, now don’t panic everything’s gonna be just fine. Now listen to me (y/n). I need you to jump towards me”.

“I—I can’t…..He used the Crucio spell on me”.

“Alright, alright”. He then made some sort of hissing sound at the creature and soon it began to change its flying pattern and circle under and then over me. “Jump”. I looked to him and then at the creature flying over me and I said.

“You’re insane”.

“Jump on him (y/n). Don’t worry I’ve got you”. As I saw myself now beginning to be encaged by the death potion, I tried to stand up but every muscle in my body refused to obey me, plus I was deathly scared. What if I didn’t make it? What if he didn’t grab me in time? What if I died today?

“I—I can’t…..I’m scared. I won’t make it, I can’t make it Newt I—”

“Hey, hey (y/n). Look at me, okay I need you to look at nothing but me right now, can you do that for me?” Tears filled my eyes as I looked up at him and he told me. “I’ll catch you. I swear to you (y/n), I swear on my life that I won’t let you die. I promise I’ll catch you. I’ve got you (y/n)”. Looking into his blue-green eyes filled me with some warmth and I knew that I could trust him, even after just meeting him today.

I nodded telling him that I believed him. And no matter how much my muscles were screaming at me, I began to slowly stand up just enough so that I would be able to jump.

“That’s it, I’ve got you (y/n)….Go!” I then took my best leap and managed to land on the creature’s back before flying forwards and I fell into Newt’s arms. He then held his hand out and the creature turned into a cocoon in his hand and he said to me, “Hold on”. He then adjusted me so that I was being carried bridal style in his arms as I cried out in pain but he calmed me down by shushing me softly before taking off running.

Newt ran down the hallway with me still in his arms. He had me so adjusted in his arms that as he was running I wasn’t being jostled around. I then saw flashes of light heading straight for us as I knew the Aurors had been alerted of an escape and I heard the sound of the alarms going off. Newt hid us behind a pillar and released the creature out and it flew around knocking the Aurors. As Newt came out running he then stopped and I heard him say.

“Leave his brains come on! Come on!” The creature then obeyed as it took off flying again. As more Aurors came for us, the creature protected us by simply tackling them down to the ground. As Newt kept running I asked him.

“What was that thing?”

“Swooping Evil” he answered me.

“I gotta get me one of those”. I joked. Newt kept running on but soon stopped just as we were about to reach the exit and just when I was thinking we had been stopped by more Aurors or even worse Grindelwald himself, I was beyond relieved to see my sisters and Jacob standing before us. Queenie held Newt’s case while Tina had all their wands plus my own.

“Oh (y/n) thank Merlin you’re alive!” Tina stated as she came up to me and took me from Newt’s arms and she and Queenie both hugged me but I groaned in pain.

“She said she was attacked by the Crucio curse” Newt explained to them.

“What?!” my sisters exclaimed worriedly as they both looked over me. As Queenie turned her head she then gestured towards the suitcase as she still held it in her hands, “Get in” she stated firmly. One by one we all went into the case then Newt and Tina both helped me down into the suitcase. Newt carried me down the steps before handing me to Tina who was at the bottom of the steps and as I was transferred to my sister, I saw that I was in some kind of shed.

“Place her over here” I heard Newt’s voice say. I was then gently placed as I cried out in pain on a soft makeshift mattress. I felt Tina sit beside me stroking the hair away from my face.

“I thought we told you to stay home sweetie?”

“You—you needed to…..”

“Shhh don’t speak now” my eldest sister whispered. I then heard Newt’s voice say.

“Lift her head a bit, have her drink this. This should give her back some of her strength”. My head was then raised up and I felt something touch my lips and I felt a potion working its way down my throat softly. I swallowed it whole and once I was done, I felt myself growing very tired before I blacked out in exhaustion.

*3rd Person POV*

Tina dabbed her youngest sister’s head with a damp cloth and Newt said to her.

“That should do it, now all she needs is some rest”.

“What exactly is that Crucio thing that did this to her?” asked Jacob.

“It’s one of the three unforgivable curses. The three most powerful and dangerous spells that any witch or wizard can do. One is an instant kill, the other can control a person’s actions against their will, but the one (y/n) was submitted to tortures the victim beyond any levels. Think of it as someone taking a hot iron rod and touching it to your skin from the inside”. Tina explained. She turned back towards her sister and took a better look at her.

Her once vibrant skin was now ghostly pale, her eyes that were once filled with light were now sunken in and dark circles underneath her eyes. She couldn’t believe that someone in MACUSA knew the unforgivable curses and would do that to an innocent child.

“Here, for once she wakes up. This should give her some more strength and energy”. Jacob handed to Tina one of his grandmother’s desserts that he presented to the bank before all this mess started. Tina nodded in gratitude then she set the treat beside her sister then the two men left Tina alone with her sister.

*My POV*

When I woke up I found myself in a shed. I rubbed my eyes and when I opened them up I was staring face to umm….snout with some black, furry creature. It had a pink snout, black fur, webbed feet with claws and a stout tail. It sniffed at me before cuddling right back into me.

Normally someone would scream at seeing something just staring at them especially if they didn’t look like a normal animal, me on the other hand, I thought the creature was cute and it was friendly enough to cuddle with. I giggled and pet it when I heard the door to the shed open and Mr. Scamander came in saying.

“For the last time you pilfering pest, stay in your burrow and don’t go—Oh (y/n), how are you feeling?”

“Better, much better actually. Wh—where am I? Last thing I remember was being in MACUSA”.

“You were hit with one of the forgivable curses, luckily for you I managed to brew a potion strong enough to give you back some of your strength. Now I would suggest still getting some rest, you were barely able to stand when I got you out”.

“Oh yeah you—you saved me. Thank you Mr. Scamander, I owe you my life”.

“Oh please call me Newt, and there’s no need to thank me”.

“Yes there is Newt, if it hadn’t been for you I’d…..well I doubt I’d even be here”.

“Well I couldn’t just let you die could I?” I smiled then I turned my attention back to the creature in my lap and I asked him.

“And who is this little guy?”

“Oh that is my niffler. Terrible bugger he is, anything shiny and he’s off like a shot. Grummy little thief, I thought him wanting to come in here was because I must’ve left something shiny in here, but I guess he wanted to come and see you. Dougal was also wanting to see you, he always has that parental sense in wanting to care for things”.

“Dougal?” I questioned.

“Do—do you think you can walk? Try and stand up for me?” I slowly found my footing and tried to lift myself up. Wobbled the first few times but I managed to find my footing and proceeded to walk towards Newt. He held his arm out for me to take just in case I felt like falling so I went ahead and took it. “Now before we head out I must warn you advance, it is a bit much for first timers”. He then opened the door to the shed and the second we stepped out, it was like I was in a whole new world.

Multiple habitats like those no-maj zoos that I’ve always visited whenever I came home from school but without the cages surrounded the entire area. I was in awe and bewildered by the amount of space this suitcase had, it was truly bigger on the inside.

Dozens upon dozens of creatures were around roaming freely around their habitats but my attention was drawn to the magnificent Thunderbird to my left. I was in pure awe at seeing my Ilvermory house creature standing before me.

“Is—is that a—”

“Yes, he’s the reason I came to America. His name’s Frank, I found him in Egypt all chained up, I couldn’t leave him there so I rescued him, healed his wounds and brought him here to take him back to his home in the wilds of Arizona”. Soon a white furry creature with big golden eyes came up towards me and hopped onto my back and started stroking my hair. “This is Dougal, he’s a Demiguise, fundamentally peaceful most of the time but can give a nasty nip or two if provoked”.

“Hello Dougal” I reached up and stroked through his soft fur and he let out a purr like sound as he leaned in against my hand then he adjusted himself more until he clung to my back. Newt continued to show me around the case where I got to meet more of his creatures and he even introduced me to a creature I thought I had been seeing move around in his cloak at dinner earlier yesterday evening.

He told me that his name was Pickett the Bowtruckle and he has some attachment issues of not wanting to leave Newt’s side and join his branch (which is what a family of Bowtruckles is called). But if I’m completely honest, out of all the creatures I’ve met, I seem drawn to the niffler the most. The little guy even gave me one of his gold coins and Newt was surprised at that, telling me that he’s never shared his gold with anyone before, not even Newt.

“(Y/n)!” I heard two voices cry out my name and soon I saw my sisters running up towards me and I embraced them both.

“How are you feeling honey?” asked Queenie.

“Better than what I was earlier”.

“Why didn’t you stay home like we asked you to?” questioned Tina.

“I—I had a vision about Mr. Graves, guys….he’s not who he says he is”.

“Wh-what do you mean sweetheart?” asked Jacob.

“I mean that Mr. Graves never even existed. Not until he came to MACUSA, and how is it that he’s managed to rise faster in the ranks of Auror command than any other Auror who had worked for President Madam Picquery? Guys…..Mr. Graves is actually Gellert Grindelwald”. They all looked at me in shock except for Newt who might have had the same suspicions as I did.

“(Y/n) are you sure that he’s Grindelwald?”

“Teen, have my visions ever been wrong? Why would you doubt me now?”

“She’s right Tina, just from talking to him when we were being interrogated there was something about him that almost had a similar connection to Grindelwald’s belief. With all these attacks that have been happening that you’ve told me about, the obscurus. Grindelwald would seek a chance like that to expose us to the Muggle-world”. Newt backed me up.

Before we could continue on with our conversation, Frank suddenly went on the defense as thunder rumbled above us and he was flapping his wings almost anxiously.

“Danger, he senses danger”. Newt stated.

“(Y/n), you need to get home right now” stated Tina.

“What no I’m coming to help you guys!” I snapped at her.

“This isn’t a request. He already hurt you once, almost killed you I—I can’t let that happen again!” Tina choked. I walked up to her and embraced her and I said to her.

“I learned from the best witch on how to fight. Now that I know exactly who I’m dealing with and won’t fight blindly, I’ll only step in when I need to”. She looked at me skeptically but I stared back at her with strong eyes determined to not back down from my decision.

“Just stay close to either me or Newt okay?” I nodded then we all began formulating a plan to stop Grindelwald.

*Time skip to after the battle with Credence*

After Credence was destroyed by the Aurors and “Graves” tried to persuade the Aurors of their crime and how the supposed law to keep us save from the no-majs and asked them if it really protects us or them. At that moment Graves snapped and tried to kill Madam President Picquery but Newt used the Swooping evil to distract him and fired out some kinda of cocoon webbing to trap Graves where he stood as my sister used the Accio spell to bring Grave’s wand to her. As he turned to us with hatred in his eyes I said to President Picquery and the other Aurors.

“You all have been deceived. Mr. Graves was a fictional character created to hide his true form”. I then pointed my wand at him and made an R shape as I stated, “Revelio”. At that moment Graves began to breathe out harshly as his hair changed into the bleach blonde, the older face began to form as well as the mustache. As I circled before him there kneeling before the Aurors was Gellert Grindelwald himself.

“Do you think you can hold me?” He asked President Picquery.

“We’ll do our best, Mr. Grindelwald” she stated lowly. It was then two Aurors came up and took him into custody and walked him out of the subway. Newt came up to me and hid me from Grindelwald’s view as he stopped right in front of us. The dark wizard turned towards us and he said to Newt.

“Will we die, just a little?” His eyes then turned towards me and he smirked wickedly down at me before being lead up the stairs.

After he was taken into custody, in order to obliviate the entire city of New York, Newt suggested that by using the Swooping evil venom he could use Frank to create a thunderstorm and that should erase every no-majs memory of everything that happened tonight. Seeing Newt say goodbye to Frank was heartbreaking and I knew it had to be even harder for Newt.

I mean he told me he had basically helped raise Frank back up on his feet the moment he rescued him. To all of his creatures he saw them as his children and he vowed to protect every one of them, but now he had to let one of them go just like he was set off to do before all of this craziness started.

“(Y/n) come here please”. I heard Newt’s voice say to me. I was surprised to see both him and Frank looking at me. I turned towards my sisters and they both nodded at me to go on so I cautiously walked up and held out my hand and Frank brought his beak to my hand and I stroked through his feathers. “Seems he’s come to like you”.

“I wish I had more time to get to know the creature that represents my house. But I know this is for the best, like you said this is why you came to America in the first place. And you must be willing to let them go”.

“Indeed” I heard him say. After Frank was done nuzzling my chest he then let out a cry and turned towards Newt who said. “You know what you’ve got to do”. He then tossed a vile of the Swooping evil venom in the air and Frank caught it in his beak and took off flying high into the sky. I stared in awe watching him go higher and higher into the sky. Seeing him cause the sky to darken and thunder boom in the sky as well as lightning flash until finally a big boom was heard and rain began falling.

The Aurors then began to repair the damage of the battle while the no-majs went about their normal day as if nothing happened. Once everything was cleaned up, President Picquery ordered us that Jacob had to be obliviated because even one witness could cause trouble but she allowed us to say goodbye before she and the rest of the Aurors walked out of the subway.

At the top of the subway exit, we said our goodbyes to Jacob even though it was hard, especially for Queenie. She tried to convince that she would be willing to come with him and that she’d never find anyone like him. Even though he tried to brush it off, she assured him that there was only one like him. I then tried to stop him by whimpering out his name but he assured me.

“It’s okay kid, it’s okay. It’s just like waking up right?” Then without another moment’s hesitation, Jacob stepped out into the rain and allowed the potion to do its work. Queenie then used her wand to form an umbrella above her as she walked towards Jacob, stroked his face and gave him a kiss. I lowered my head sadly as tears fell down my face and I hugged Teen and she rubbed my back and stroked down my hair comfortingly.

Queenie then came back towards us and though we hate to, we apparated out of the subway and back to our apartment before Jacob could open his eyes.

The next few days I received the letter I knew I had been dreading. Ilvermory had caught wind of my use of reckless magic in MACUSA headquarters and for that I was expelled from Ilvermory and my scholarship into the International research has been revoked.

I sighed heavily then I heard Newt’s voice say.

“Something troubling you?”

“Yeah, I’ve been expelled from Ilvermory and my scholarship opportunity into the MACUSA Research team has been revoked. Even if Madam President could convince them to reinstate my scholarship I doubt there’s any way I’ll get back and finish my last year of school. And I doubt MACUSA will hired a student with an expulsion record”.

“Actually….there is another way you could see the world” he stated.

“And what is that if I may ask?” I asked.

“For a while now I’ve been thinking about hiring an apprentice. Someone who could keep an eye on me from over-working myself and helping me with my creatures. I’m always traveling the world discovering new things for my book and I would like an editor by my side at all times instead of waiting for weeks on end to hear a response back”.

“Are you—you’re offering me an internship?”

“Now it won’t pay much, but you’ll get to do what you’ve wanted to do your whole life. See different cultures, meet new people, and you’ll be my first young witch I educate on why Magical creatures should be protected instead of being hunted to extinction”. I smiled at him and he said, “Plus I think the niffler would miss you. He kinda likes you”. I laughed softly and hugged Newt and said to him.

“Thank you Newt, for everything”. He was tense at first but then he relaxed and embraced me back and said.

“You’re welcome”.

After a long talk between Newt, Tina and Queenie about his offer of hiring me as his apprentice, they agreed that the best thing for me right now especially after my expulsion would be to go with Newt to get some experience out there in the world.

So a few days later after setting up my passport and packing all my things up, Tina and Queenie came with Newt and I to the docks that would take us to Madrid, Spain and then from there the world was my oyster. After Tina and Newt said their goodbyes to each other, Queenie embraced me tightly and said as she rocked me.

“You have fun and listen to everything Newt tells you okay honey?”

“I will Queenie”.

“I’ll miss you baby sister”.

“Not as much as I’ll miss you big sister”. She kissed my cheek and hugged me one last time before I turned to Tina. She smiled and hugged me and said.

“You be sure to write to us as much as you can”.

“I will I promise Tina”. She kissed my forehead and stroked the hair out of my face before turning to Newt and said to him.

“You make sure to look after her for us”.

“You have my word, no harm will come to her under my watch”. The boat then let out a blow of its horn. “Come on (y/n), we better board or else they’ll leave without us”.

“Coming Newt”. My sisters smiled down at my proudly with tears in their eyes and we all got into one last sisterly group hug and they both kissed each of my cheeks then I followed behind my teacher and the two of us walked onboard the ship and as we took off, I waved by to my sisters and they waved back to me until New York was out of our sights. I sat myself beside my new mentor and he said,

“Ready to begin your teachings?”

“Indeed Professor Scamander” I joked making the two of us laugh then he took out his journal and ran through the basics with me.

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Arranged - Chapter 5 BTS MafiaAU!

Description: (Y/N) was born and raised in her father´s mafia. She has always wanted to get out of the mafia life for as long as she can remember wanting to live a normal life. She get´s promised that on her 21st birthday she´s free to leave her father´s mafia, but on her 18th birthday, her present from her father is a marriage contract to none other than Min Yoongi, mafia leader of BTS.

Pairing: Min Yoongi x reader

Word count: 5028

Warnings: Language, drug abuse, violence

A/N: Hey what´s up everybody and I finally managed to upload this chapter. I would have done it way earlier today, but with school starting up again after spring break this week I have been really busy and I actually finished writing this chapter 30 min ago, sooo whoopsy.

With that being said I hope you will enjoy reading this and please leave me a comment or send me a message. I love seeing how much you guys love this series and I´m so happy for that so now I´m just gonna let you read this chapter <3

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Masterlist

Character Aesthetic, Chapter1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7(Final)

You slowly woke up and the first thing that hit you were the smell. It was moldy and disgusting as you scrunched up your nose in disgust. You were starting to hear voices call out something in the distance and you groaned out in response. The voices became louder and louder and you could slowly make out that it was your name they were calling.

You opened your eyes and to begin with, everything was just one big blur and you could barely make out the seven people sitting in front of you, up against a wall. You blinked hard a few times and saw that it was Yoongi and the rest of the members and their hands were handcuffed to some big pipes that ran along the wall.

“(Y/N)! Can you hear me? Are you okay?” Yoongi gasped out and you looked up at him. He had a black eye and his lower lip was split open and slightly swollen.

“Yeah, yeah I´m fine,” you answered him, your voice shaking a little bit by the shock of seeing your husband in this shape. You looked at the rest of the members and, to your horror, they were in the exact same condition as Yoongi were. They all had bruises placed all over their body and some had scrapes and cuts too.

“What happened? Where are we?” you asked as you attempted to sit up, but you felt something heavy around your wrists and ankles. You looked down and saw big, chunky chains around them and they were attached to the wall behind you. They were heavy and it was hard to move around with them, but you managed to sit up.

“A rival gang attacked us, but I don´t know who or how they managed to break into the mansion,” Yoongi answered you. That´s when you remembered what had happened when you had been with Jimin out looking for either Jin or Sora for some painkillers. Someone had hit Jimin from behind and knocked him out and you passed out from inhaling chloroform. That´s when it hit you that you had seen a figure right before you passed out and it had looked a lot like Vijin, your father´s right-hand man.

But it couldn’t be him, could it? You thought to yourself. Why would he be in Yoongi´s mansion and why would he have kidnapped you and the other´s-?

That´s when a loud bang to your left, pulling you out of your thoughts and you looked over in the direction of the sound, and what you saw deeply terrified you.

Right beside you were Irene locked in a dog cage, wildly kicking at the door trying to open it. As you looked through the bars, you could see that Sohee and Sora were also locked in two dog cages. None of the cages were very big and they could barely sit up or stretch out their legs.

In horror you looked back over at Yoongi, hoping for an explanation, but he was staring intently at the door to Irene´s cage as if he concentrated hard enough he could open it with his thoughts. Irene kept kicking at the door while muttering curses under her breath.

Suddenly a door in the corner flew open, hitting the wall from the force that was used. It gave a loud bang that rattled through your head, giving you a horrible headache. A man walked into the room and he looked oddly familiar to you. He walked in a straight line over to Irene´s cage and smashed his fist down on top of it. He hit it with so much force that it left a dent in it, making it even harder for Irene to sit up. This made Namjoon yell out at the man and Irene only started kicking harder at the door while practically hissing at the man like a ferocious cat.

“Shut the hell up all of you,” the man yelled out. “You´re only making it worse for yourselves,” he added on.

“Why are you keeping us here?” Yoongi asked in a threatening voice, but it didn´t sound very threatening giving that he was sitting on cold, wet stone floors while being cuffed to some pipes. “What do you want from us? Who the hell are you even?” he continued, his voice raising with every question.

“That’s not my questions to answer,” the man snapped back before turning towards you. “Hello (Y/N), it´s good to see you again.”

His comment made a cold shiver run through your body and everybody turned to look at you. You felt very small under everybody´s gaze and you could clearly see how they all wanted some answers from you, but you didn´t have any. How did this man know you and what did he mean with ´seeing you again´? Yeah he looked familiar to you, but you still had no clue how and why that was.

“Oh you don´t remember me?” the man continued asking while walking closer to you. You tried getting away from him, pushing yourself over the cold floors with your legs, but the man only stepped on your chains, keeping you in place.

“Hey!” Yoongi yelled after him. “Get the fuck away from her!” but he only ignored Yoongi´s outburst and crouched down in front of you.

“I´m deeply hurt that you don´t remember me after all the time we spend together when you were little,” he pouted while taking a hold of the chains around your wrists and yanking your body towards him and that´s when it downed on you who he was.

When you were younger, your father sometimes brought you with him to his casino so you could get used to the feeling of being surrounded by dangerous men, it being part of your training so that you, in the future, could go out on missions. The man in front of you, whose name you now remembered to be Frank, was in charge of keeping an eye on you.

“You work as one of the security guards at my father´s casino,” you gasped out.

“That´s right sweet cheeks,” he almost purred out while grabbing your chin hard.

“Get the hell away from her!” Yoongi yelled after him, tugging hard on the handcuffs. You could see that he had scraped some of the skin on his wrists of, enough for blood to slowly start trickle down them, tainting them red.

Irene began kicking against the door to the cage again and Frank pushed you away from him, standing up and walking over to Irene.

“I think we need to calm you down a bit,” Frank said as he starred down at her. “Unless you can do that voluntarily?” he added on.

“Like hell I will,” Irene sneered out while scowling up at him.

“That´s what I thought,” Frank only commented, pulling a phone out of his pocket and calling someone. “Damien hello, I think I have the perfect lab rat for you,” he said into the phone after this Damien guy had picked up. The way he said ´lab rat´ sent a cold shiver through your body once again.

He hung up and put the phone back in his pocket before crouching down in front of the door to Irene´s cage. “We should get you ready now since Damien doesn´t like to wait once he gets here,” he taunted at her, opening the cage and griping onto her legs. He started pulling her out, but Irene thought hard to stay in the cage.

Everything was chaos now. Namjoon was roaring profanities at Frank. The rest of the guys were all trying to break free of their restraints, but they might as well have been trying to lift an elephant above their heads, both being completely pointless. Sohee and Sora were yelping out assuring words, telling her everything was gonna be okay, but it was hopeless and had the same effect as telling a person that was bleeding out that they would make it.

And you, what were you doing in all of this? All you could do was stare at what was happening. You were in complete shock that your father´s most trusted men had betrayed him like this. Frank was the best security guy at the casino and Vijin, because now you were one-hundred sure that it was him that you saw, was your father´s right handed man. What would your father do when he found out about this?

Your train of thoughts quickly came to a hold as a man now stepped into the room, carrying a small bag with him. You instantly recognized him as one of your father´s best drug lords,

What the hell is going on you frantically thought to yourself. Why were they all betraying your father like this? What had he done in the last few days to make them come to this? Kidnapping you, your husband Yoongi and his most important members of his gang.

“Damien help me with this one, she´s quite the rebel,” Frank urged at him. Irene held the bars of the cage behind her head so hard that her hands were completely white. She was flinging her legs around wildly to try and make Frank loose his grip around her ankles.

“You always had a problem with controlling women,” Damien chuckled out, putting the bag down on a table that was standing beside the door.

“Shut up and help me,” Frank only growled out at him as Irene now had freed one of her legs from his grip and was kicking down hard on his hand that was holding her other leg.

Damien walked up to where her hands was gripping onto the cage and gave her a hard kick over her fingers. Irene instantly loosed her grip on the cage, whimpering out in pain, making Namjoon thrash even harder against his handcuffs, and drawing blood from around his wrists too.

Frank quickly grabbed Irene´s ankles again, pulling her fully out of the cage and onto the ground. He let go of her ankles and went to grab her wrists so he could drag her over to the chair, but Irene quickly sprung up attacking his face, trying to scratch his eyes out.

She managed to scratch his cheeks, blood starting to trickle down them, before Damien was standing behind her, gripping her hair and flinging her around before smashing the side of her head down on the corner of the cage. It was a miracle that she didn´t pass out from how hard the impact between her head and the cage was, but she was swaying a lot completely deaf to Namjoon calling out her name. His yelling had turned into broken down pleas, the tears shinning bright in his eyes.

“STOP!” you suddenly yelled, surprising yourself with the strength it held. Both Damien and Frank were staring at you, their faces full of utter surprise before cracking into a smirk. There were completely silence in the room now, everybody staring at you. You looked up at Irene, her chin hanging down by her chest and barely holding herself together. “Why are you doing this? What will you be gaining from betraying my father like this?” you asked them, the strength slowly leaving your voice, making it slightly quiver at the end.

Frank only smirked more at this, letting go of Irene´s arm before slowly walking over to you. “Oh sweet cheeks, who do you think gave us the orders to do this?” he sighed out and your jaw instantly dropped. Had your father really ordered them to do this? And why would he do that?

“Now, you just be a good little girl and stop interrupting us so we can put our little lab rat to good use. She´s gonna test out some new drugs that Damien here have been working on lately,” Frank continued chanting out. He started walking back to where Damien was holding Irene up and before you could think about it you had stuck out your leg out, making him trip over it, and falling hard to the ground. He quickly got back up again and turned around towards you, staring at you with fury burning in his eyes.

“You know what Damien,” he seethed in a low voice. “That one seems pretty calm right now,” he continued nodding his head in the direction of Irene. “Why don´t we put her to good use instead,” he was now kneeling down in front of you, pushing you hard against the wall with a hand pressed to your collarbones.

“Don´t you dare touch her!” Yoongi yelled out in anger, fighting even harder against his handcuffs, but it was pointless.

“That sounds like a brilliant idea,” Damien chimed in, both of them completely ignoring Yoongi. He let go of Irene and she fell hard to the ground.

“IRENE!?” Namjoon called out as soon as she hit the ground, but all he got back from her was a small groan. The tears had spilled over his eyes, staining his cheeks in the progress.

In the meantime, Damien had walked back over to the table, taking the back and pulling out a syringe and a small bottle containing some type of purple liquid. He unscrewed the lid and stuck the little needle in the liquid, drawing some of it from the bottle and into the syringe. He started walking towards where Frank had you pinned against the wall while checking for small air bubbles.

You were panicking now, struggling to get out of Franks grip on you. Your heart was thumping loudly in your chest and hard enough to make your chest hurt. It was hard to breathe and the anxiety of what was about to happen was ripping through your body. You were flinging your arms and legs around, in the progress hitting Frank directly in the groin making him gasp out in pain before he managed to compose himself again.

He slowly looked up at your eyes, clenching his fist and before you knew it, he punched you in the face. Stars were flashing before your eyes and the metallic taste of blood started to fill your mouth. You turned your head towards him again and, not wanting to go down without a fight, you spit him directly in the face with a mixture of your saliva and blood, but that only added fuel to the already blazing fire.

“You´re going to regret ever doing that you little bitch,” he seethed out through clenched teeth, drying your blood and saliva of his face with the sleeve of his shirt.

He pulled you away from the wall, pushing you down on your back and keeping your legs in place with his own. With his left hand, he grabbed your right arm, keeping it away from hitting him as Damien, who now had reached you, went to grab your left arm keeping it in place. Frank grabbed your throat, closing of your airways while Damien tied a small black string of fabric around your upper arm to make your veins stick out more so he could stick the needle in them easier.

You started pulling on your arm harder to get it out of his grip, but it was pointless. You were smaller and weaker than he was and before you knew it, he had already poked the needle through your skin and into the vein by your elbow.

You whimpered as Damien pulled the needle back out again and removing the string of fabric from around your arm. Both him and Frank let go of you and walked over to where Irene was laying, stuffing her back into the dog cage.

Your labored breathing was calming down now and you knew this was one hell of a drug since it was already pulling you into a high state. Your eyelids were heavy, every blink was a struggle and each time it took you longer to open them again. The voices around you became muffled, but you could faintly hear Yoongi yelling broken down pleas after you.

“(Y/N) look at me,” he whimpered and you were just barely able to lift your gaze up at him. “It´s going to be okay, you´re going to be okay, okay? Just hang in there-“ he continued, but the drug had completely taken over your body now, pulling you under and into complete darkness.

***

Everything was a haze every time you slowly woke up again. Frank and Damien kept drugging you up, sometimes the minute you woke up and sometimes waiting hours before doing so. You didn´t know how long you had been in that room or how many times they had drugged you, but you knew it weren’t more than a few times.

That being said, this was one hell of a drug because you were already addicted to it. The few times were there had gone hours by before they came back with more of the purple liquid, the withdrawals would be ripping through your body.

One minute you were freezing cold and the next you were burning up. You were sweating profusely and it was hard to breathe. All sounds were muffled to you and you couldn´t focus on anything for more than a minute at a time. It was horrible and you weren’t sure if you could make it through to the end, if there even was an end to all of this.

Every time you opened your eyes and looked at the others, they looked even worse than the last time you did. Sometimes Yoongi and the guys had new bruises and sometimes knew cuts and scrapes scattered all over their body. You had no idea what was happening to them as you were unconscious most of the time. Irene, Sora and Sohee didn´t look much better either. They didn´t have any bruises, cuts or scrapes on them, but every time they tried to move in the small cages, they whimpered or yelped out in pain. They had been in those cages, for god knows how long, without being able to fully stretch out any of their limbs.

Yoongi was calling out for all of you to stay strong and that you were going to make it through this, but that was easier for him to say than for any of you to believe so. He kept saying, with Namjoon chiming in sometimes, that the other members in his gang was going to be here soon and help you all out of this hell hole, but how and when? You had no idea where you were so how would his gang know that? None of you had any electronic devices with GPS on you, so they couldn´t track you and if they had seen you all being kidnapped why hadn´t they come sooner?

You were laying on your stomach, your whole body shacking with tremors, when the door opened and in walked both Frank and Damien. Everybody tensed up by their presence, scared of what they would do. One thing you knew for sure that they would, was drugging you up once again.

They had the little bag with the drugs in it with them as usual and all you could think of doing was to do nothing. The first few times you had thought hard to keep them both away from you, but of course it had been pointless since you had no strength or energy left in you. Now, all you could do was wait for the little prick on your skin from the needle as it poked through you skin to fill your veins up with more drugs.

However, this time Damien put the bag down on the table before he walked over towards you, pulling a key out of his jean pocket. He kneeled down in front of you, taking a hold of one of your wrists making you hiss slightly as they were sore from the chains locked around them.

“Now, now little one,” he purred out in a sickly voice while unlocking the chains around your other wrist. “You´ve been a good girl being our little lab rat and we got the results we were hoping for,” he chanted on as he now moved down to unlock your ankles from the chains. “So now we don´t need you anymore and this is gonna be your very last injection,” he finished and everybody looked at him in shock. Were they just going to stop injecting you like that and what would they do to you instead of that.

“What are you gonna do to her instead if you´re stopping with the injections?” Yoongi voiced out your thoughts.

“We´re going to watch her body decay with the rest of you guys,” he answered and a chill ran down your body. You looked over at where Frank was standing, by the table, and saw him filling the syringe with at least fifty milligrams of the purple drug. The other times you had noticed them filling the syringe it had been with five milligrams and slowly going up to ten, but if they injected you with the amount in the syringe now; you would be dead within a minute.

You tried getting away from Damien, but with your weak state, he only had to press down gently on your back to keep you in place.

“Where do you want her,” he asked Frank as he grabbed ahold of your arm, lifting you to a standing position, if you could call it that. You were swaying violently and Damien´s hold on your arm was the only thing keeping you standing up still.

“Just throw her in the corner over by the door and I´ll take care of her and the rest of them,” Frank answered him as he was done checking the syringe for air bubbles and looked at you. “Oh and you should probably move away from her a bit, she looks like she´s going to puke or something,” he continued on as Damien turned to look at you.

He had lifted you up of the floor pretty quickly and nausea started taking over your body. You could already feel the acid in your stomach being too much for it. Damien let go of your arm and you immediately fell to the ground, landing on your knees with your forearms keeping you from hitting the floor face first. Your body convulsed in tremors and before you knew what were happening, you were throwing up the contents in your stomach, which was mostly stomach acid and the small amount of water they had given you to keep you from dehydrating.

The acid burned in your throat and you started coughing, making your whole body shake even more. As you stopped coughing, you heaved a breath while Damien had walked back over to you, taking ahold of your arm once again and pulling you back up, slower this time.

You were standing up again and Damien dragged you along with him over to the corner of the room close to the door. He gave you a hard push on your back and you fell against the wall, sliding down it and falling down to the floor.

“Do you need anything else while I´m here?” Damien asked Frank as he walked back over to the table. Frank had pulled out his gun, inspecting the magazine for how many bullets he had.

“No, but leave the keys and your gun here, I don´t have enough bullets for all of them,” Frank answered him making Sohee start sobbing.

“Hobi…” she managed to choke out before breaking down crying.

“Shh So, it´s gonna be okay, just calm down you´re gonna be okay,” Hoseok tried comforting her, but he was crying too now. Sora and Irene were crying too, making Namjoon and Jin try to comfort them the best that they could, but it was all pointless. You were all going to die, nobody was gonna come and safe you and with you being the only free from your restraints, the others couldn’t do much to fight back Damien and Frank.

You looked over to Yoongi seeing his eyes filled with tears. He knew to that it would all be over now and anything he said wouldn´t make a single difference about that fact. He mouthed out a sorry to you, the tears spilling over and rolling down his cheeks. Your eyes started filling up with tears too and you mouthed back an ´it´s okay.´

Suddenly a loud gunshot ripped through the many sobbing voices in the room. Damien had left the room and Frank was pointing a gun up in the air. The gunshot had turned you all silent and you had jumped forward a little landing closer to the door, but still up against the wall. There was something boring its way into your side with your flesh wound and it send a searing pain through it. You dug your hand under your side and felt something cold against your fingers. You curled your fingers around it and pulled out a nail. A big, old, rusty nail.

You quickly hid it in your palm against your stomach, looking up to see if anyone else had seen it. However, everybody´s attention was drawn to Frank who was still standing with the gun raised in the air.

“All of you shut the hell up,” he growled out, pointing the gun towards you making everybody stiffen and hold their breaths. “I´m gonna drug that little bitch up first and then I´m gonna shoot each one of your wife´s before moving on to the rest of you,” he continued as he put the gun down on the table and picking up the syringe, slowly walking over to you.

“No, please don´t,” Yoongi choked out, the tears falling profusely from his eyes. “Please don´t do this to her or the others, I´ll do anything, just don´t hurt her!” He was yelling out the last part, the fear evident in his voice, but Frank only ignored him, squatting down in front of you.

He grabbed around your shoulder, pushing you up into a sitting position with the syringe now in his other hand. You tried hiding the nail the best that you could as Frank turned to look at Yoongi again.

“Now look closely and watch the life seep out of her because she sure as hell won´t survive this,” he mocked at Yoongi and that´s when you saw an opening.

You grabbed around the nail even tighter and stabbed it directly into Frank’s underarm, making him drop the syringe as he gasped out in pain and shock. He fell backwards, sitting on his butt and you jumped forward, grabbing the syringe and stabbing it directly in his neck and pushing the purple liquid out of it and into his body.

“You little bitch, I´m gonna-“ he growled out, but he suddenly went silent and fell all the way onto his back, his eyes wide open as the drugs were reaching his heart.

Before you could think any more of what you just did, you crawled over to the table, and grabbed onto the counter, pulling yourself up. You saw the keys laying there and quickly grabbed them before you stumbled over to the cage Sohee was locked in. She was the one closest to you and you could feel the nausea take over your body again making you fall to your knees in front of the cage.

Everybody was yelling at you, but you couldn´t make out a single word they were saying and you took the padlock in your hand, sticking the correct key into it and turning it around. It opened with a click and Sohee quickly pushed the door open taking the keys from you and unlocking Sora and Irene´s cages.

You fell down onto your side, closing your eyes as Sora staggered over to you. She started asking a lot of questions, but you couldn´t answer any of them since the withdrawals was kicking in again, almost making you pass out from them.

You suddenly felt a pair of hands on you and you barely managed to open your eyes, seeing Yoongi looking down at you, worry evident all over his face. He was running one of his hands through your hair as the other held onto your own hand. He was talking to you and you could slightly make out the words he was calling out to you.

“(Y/N)? (Y/N) you just saved all of us,” he gasped out. Sora had moved away from your side and you guessed that Jin was free from the handcuffs too now with the rest of the members.

“Yoongi…” you quietly choked out as you broke down crying after everything that just happened, stretching your arms up in front of you. Yoongi reacted immediately, pulling you up into a sitting position and hugging you close to his body. He had one arm around your waist and the other resting by your hairline at your neck, his fingers brushing softly through it.

“Shh it´s okay, you´re okay,” Yoongi whispered in your ear, his voice shaking ever so slightly. “You´re so brave and what you just did saved all of us, thank you,” he continued before a voice interrupted him.

“Yoongi we have to go now before someone comes back,” Taehyung said and was standing beside you now. “You and Jungkook are our best shooters, you have to take one of the guns until we can get more. Let me take (Y/N),” he continued and Yoongi reluctantly let go of you, handing you over to Taehyung and he quickly lifted you up.

Your eyelids were heavy and you couldn´t keep them open anymore. You closed your eyes and leaned into Taehyung´s shoulder as you felt yourself slip into unconsciousness. You heard a door open and Taehyung started moving before you could faintly hear guns going off somewhere, praying that it was Jungkook and Yoongi who was shooting.

Soon everything went quiet and you just hoped that you when you woke up again, it would be in Yoongi´s mansion.

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