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nevertheless-moving · 3 years

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Unnamed Extremely Bad Plan to Defeat Darth Sideous AU - SW AU NO 9

Hopefully writing down this star wars au will help me exorcise the cringe demon that helped midwife it. Time travel au where obi-wan and Anakin come up with an extremely SPECIFIC and UNCOMFORTABLE plan to defeat Palpatine because it unfortunately, would actually work, as it capitalizes on one of Palpatine’s easiest to reach political vulnerabilities. This is not a unique plan- there are other au’s like this, but this one is mine. When searching for ways to explain exactly why this anti-sith strategy inspires such cringe and delight in myself I realized, with sinking dread, I have seen this in an Always Sunny episode...which yeah. I might be over reacting but hey, cringe is a personal phenomenon, everyone’s different.

Anyway! Uh here’s a bunch of plot that will eventually culminate in the plan.

*Too much plot, aaaah*. **All plot actually.** ***Its 1 am and this is still a draft*** ****It’s 2am**** *****This post will be just be background I guess.*****

*******STAR WARS AU NO 9 LAZILY OUTLINED CHAPTER ONE*********

Force ghosts Darth Vader and Ben Kenobi have had time to yell at one another without need for breath, and have more-or-less come to terms with the trainwreck that was their shared life. I wouldn’t call them well adjusted, but they’re more stable then they were the last decade or so of their living existence.

In haunting Luke, they end up encountering an artifact in an ancient Willis temple that offers spirits the chance to fix the mistakes they made in life. It doesn’t truly unwrite what’s been done, but it lets you create an alternate timeline. So this galaxy will still be what it is, but some alternate galaxy somewhere could at least have it better. Its almost never been used, because becoming one with the force usually lets you accept the past, but viewed objectively, Vader and Ben’s lives involved an extreme amount of yikes. They say goodbye to Luke and are flung backwards and sideways.

Anakin is holding his mother as she dies. Obi-Wan is landing on Genosis.

Vader just barely manages to avoid slaughtering the tuskens. To be honest, he doesn’t really get why he shouldn’t- his moral compass is still pretty f-ed up. He’s fairly certain the force is just torturing him, but still he controls himself (for Padme for Luke for Leia).

I’m gonna say well-adjusted!Vader sees murder in general as more of a vice than a sin- on par with having a beer. And really well adjusted Vader is willing to admit to himself that he’s an alcoholic, he seriously cannot regulate, its a problem. He really can’t let himself go, because he’ll just end up spiraling. And so he restrains himself and only seriously maims a few of the adult raiders.

Vader figures he can always come back later and slowly torture them to death if this whole ‘save the future’ thing doesn’t pan out.

Obi-wan leaves his shuttle and hides under a rock for 30 minutes. He calculates thats just enough time for him to pretend he went on an extremely effective and sneaky fact finding mission- just in case anyone checks R4′s records. Gets back in shuttle and gets the fuck out of there, much to Dooku’s chagrin, who lost sight of him after the shuttle landed and is now going to have to switch to one of his alternate start-the-war plans.

On the flight back he reports everything to the council- fallen Dooku and the separatist leaders, the trade federation and the massive droid army, Jango Fett the clone template of the republic army (?) working for the separatists. He briefly comms Anakin, but anyone hacking into their conversations would hear only a nonsensical, rambling conversation. Later, a hacker might turn over the idea that they were speaking in elaborate code, but why would Jedi invent such a thing during peacetime?

The war still starts; at this point in the timeline it was inevitable; the artifact was only designed to give them the chance to correct their own failings, not the galaxy’s. Palpatine still gets his emergency powers.

The same day the armies are discovered, separatist war ships take off to engulf Ryloth. The Jedi are instructed by the senate to lead the clone army and provide immediate relief-this will not be a repeat of the republic’s inaction on Naboo. It’s both better and worse than the first Battle of Genosis. So many more civilians are caught in the crossfire. The first titanic battle is not contained to evacuated droid factories, but rages across an entire populated world. The battle lasts for weeks.

The main reason this fight is less deadly is solely due to the fact that General Kenobi manages to maneuver his way into high command of the entire army.

“I believe assumptions were made since I was the first point of contact with Kamino, Masters,” the Knight explained apologetically to the arriving high council members. “I realize its not quite appropriate, but for right now I am the Jedi most familiar with our forces and the enemies. I would, of course, prefer to cede the role to someone else.”

The assembled Jedi can feel the truth in that statement.

“For better or for worse, advance troops were directed by the senate to land planetside and have met heavy resistance. I managed to redirect them to a more defensible position, where they can provide surface based cover fire for incoming reinforcements. The battle has already begun.” He received a grim nod of approval from Master Windu.

“I feel the need to say now, that if there’s one thing I learned from my time as a general on Melida/Dann, or in working against Death Watch on Mandalore, its that having a clear chain of command is vital for a military to succeed. I don’t need to remind some of you that leadership breakdowns were what ultimately ended both the Stark Hyperspace War and the Yinchorri Crisis,” Masters Koon and Tiin exchanged looks before deliberately sending forth a small force wave of approval, understanding where this briefing was leading.

“I believe that unnecessarily restructuring command before the battle is won here could do far more harm than good.” The reminder of Obi-wan’s unusually militaristic apprenticeship put some of the assembled knights at ease even as it inspired a twinge of guilt in the older masters.

“In command you are, General Kenobi,” Master Yoda finally acknowledged. “A Jedi Master you will be, once done this battle is. Have us do, what would you?”

The battle lasts for weeks, and when its over, the commanding Jedi and Troopers involved will openly acknowledge that had anyone else been in command, it would’ve lasted months, if not years. Facing down logistical, strategic, and tactical problems on a scale unheard of for a thousand years, High General Kenobi does not falter.

Enemy reinforcements seem unending. For all their preparation, every single trooper is new to war, and secretly concerned that should they fall, they will be replaced with cadets who hadn’t even finished their training.

Obi-Wan is putting out fires before they can start. Much to their shock, clone commanders are informed that they will, for the time being, remain in charge of their troops. With a handful of exceptions, Jedi ‘Generals’ were in fact, to be treated as a cross between highly skilled commandoes and advisors with abnormally sourced field intelligence.

“All of you have spent your lives training to lead your brothers into combat. The Jedi Masters and knights who are being assigned to your divisions have not received such training.”

General Kenobi addressed the division commanders, some in person, some over holocomm. All focused in rapt attention as their General reordered the shape of their lives using language they could understand.

“The command structure I am issuing is designed to maximize our ability to utilize our respective strategic capabilities, while minimizing potential loss of your life. It will be our great privilege to serve alongside such an army, and while I fully expect a complementary exchange of knowledge in time, for now, focus on survival.”

The Jedi received similar briefings, tailored for their broader array of combat and military experience. Some, including Jedi Master Pong Krell and Grandmaster Yoda, were pulled aside and tasked with the essential mission of infiltrating and destroying the Droid factories on Genosis. If they were to have a chance of winning this war, they they would need to cut off the seemingly unceasing flow of droid reinforcements.

An elite squadron of Arctroopers and Jedi field operatives were covertly dispatched, Grandmaster Yoda himself in command. Considering Count Dooku had yet to appear anywhere near Ryloth...the grandmaster had the best chance of bringing in the fallen separatist leader alive for questioning.

Shortly after they left, Anakin arrived, having finally turned over Padme’s protection to her regular guard. With the military creation vote past, the assassination risk was considered minimal. The real delay in his arrival came from her repeated attempts to join the Grand Army of the Republic on Ryloth with the intent of coordinating humanitarian assistance. Eventually he managed to convince her that she could do more good in the senate.

After all, he pointed out, someone would need to followup the military creation act with a bill to grant clones equal citizen rights. Otherwise, the legal grey area that cloning fell under and their non-republic origin would inadvertently make the clones slaves.

His borrowed Nabooan cruiser entered the warzone with the grace and efficiency as a small neutron bomb.

Those close enough to see its flaming descent watched in horror, realizing that the high generals own padawan would likely be a war casualty before he ever engaged in combat.

The legion nearest to soon-to-be-ground-zero, under the command of Captain Rex of the 501st, were distracted by heated combat, as the temporary barricade they had put up to defend the civilian population gave way to droidika artillery.

While reloading, several dozen troopers happened to look up to see a speck detach itself from the hull as at spiraled in the lower atmosphere. Hope spread that the Jedi had managed to activate some sort of eject hatch. A skilled shocktrooper could probably control and and survive such a fall with luck, which mean a Jedi almost certainly could.

A few tactical scouts charged with watching the skies confirmed that the speck was indeed a humanoid. No chute was visible, but even 8 days into the war, rumors had already spread about how Master Windu had passed off his chute mid-air to a troopers who had been damaged by suppressing fire, cushioning his free fall solely with the tank he crushed upon landing.

Only one trooper, stationed in the town clock tower specifically to track the Padawan’s arrival and issued with a high-resolution farscope, saw the whole thing. Fortunately for his credibility later, in its current setting, the scope automatically logged photos every 5 seconds, ensuring that for years to come Obi-Wan would have a flipbook as evidence that he was not the crazy one.

CT-3609 or Blink (as he was named after winning the division wide staring contest on Kamino two year prior) forwarded the trajectory of the vehicle to command, who confirmed his analysis that it would impact two clicks out from their makeshift fort and not present a risk to civilian or trooper lives.

As it traversed the stratosphere a figure (desperate repair droid, Blink assumed) emerged from the cockpit to perch on the nose of the ship. As it entered the troposphere, it became painfully obvious that the figure jutting out from the hull of the ship was in fact not a humanoid droid, but an unarmored human. The Jedi stood on the prow of the ship, seemingly impervious to and oblivious of:

air resistance

centrifugal force

normal space gravity

Blink’s slack-jawed bewilderment

the flames engulfing the ship below him

At this range, the smirk on the man’s face was visible (man? boy? kriff is he even through puberty?). Several miles above the surface he leaped, diving towards the ground like a bird of prey.

To the west, the ship made impact with the ground, sending a shockwave that shook the tower just enough for Blink to lose visual in the final moments of descent. Cursing, as while he was confident the Jedi would inexplicably survive, he really wanted to see how. The trooper scanned the droid-engulfed farmland to the north for a crash site, to no avail. Lingering smoke from the burnt countryside negatively impacted visibility low to the ground.

Rather than trying to articulate his report into words, he sent the 50-odd frames the farscope had saved, as well as the coordinates for the jedi’s projected radius of touchdown. A quick radio over to long range electro-ballistics ensured that his landing wouldn’t be marred by friendly fire.

He awaited follow-up questions on the absurd entry method, which, when they came, mostly consisted of variations on “...Is this for real?” and eventually “Can you set the scope to video for a little while?” and finally “Do you think that’s how he got the name Skywalker?”

There was a temporarily lull in fire from the west, likely a ripple effect from the ship’s explosion. From his vantage point Blink could see his batchmates using the opportunity to try and plug the holes in their barricade with broken droid pieces. Regardless of the itch to join them, he knew he couldn’t leave his post until the Jedi actually arrived in camp. Finally, a distant explosion and thick pillar of smoke gave the Jedi’s position away.

He tried to make out details, but the scope had a difficult time focusing through the haze. Manually trying to fine tune the scope’s settings, Blink caught a glimpse of what looked like half a hover tank sailing through the air to impact with a trade federation troop carrier in a fiery explosion. Several more explosions, flying droid artillery, and plumes of smoke were caught on record before visual contact with the source was established. He was mostly visible as a blue blur, lightsaber mowing a meandering path towards their location.

It wasn’t until Skywalker braced himself in place to punch a droidaka into pieces that Blink caught actual sight of the man. Only his eyes were visible, nose and mouth covered by layers of cloth. He blurred, then reappeared on top a massive missile launcher attached to an absurdly heavily armored vehicle. A minute or so of rapid blue flashes passed, the longest he had seen concentrated in one area. Then Skywalker was gone, movement clearly visible as he for once he moved in a straight line, plowing a rapid path away from the launcher.

Less than 30 seconds later, Blink had to wince away from the scope, as a burning white explosion temporarily overwhelmed the direct light filter. The trooper panicked for a moment, thinking he had gone both deaf and blind, but the abrupt, sucking silence ended after a moment with a deafening sonic boom. The shockwave rattled the farscope, nearly knocking it over, but Blink managed to steady it and himself in time.

A cheer emerged from pleasantly surprised vod below. The entire droid legion that had been guarding the missile launcher and apparent ordinance bay was flattened.

It took a moment for the realization to set in that the background noise of missile and and anti-missile collisions directly overhead had slowed pace. With the northern flank gone, artillery were able to redouble efforts to the east, and a second white hot shockwave ensued, signaling that the tide of battle had shifted. It was almost too easy for the republics electro-ballistics to tactically devastate the surrounding forces.

Eventually some sort of win/loss programming must have set in and all forces outside of a certain radius began retreating southward, conceding the scorched land to the republic army. It was cadets work to clean up the final suicidal droid charge.

A commotion ensued as Skywalker leapt the barricade with a mid-air flip. The vod greeted him with cheers, as they correctly assumed his appearance had something to do with the skirmish’s decisive victory.

Blink sent the video of the battle to command and quickly packed up his scope and assorted equipment. Hurrying down the battered tower, Blink thought to himself that this Anakin Skywalker was the best sort of Jedi a trooper could ask for.

uh sorry i got really sidetracked there moving on

Kenobi and Skywalker quickly become the face of the war once again

they grit their teeth a bit, but when they finally have a moment to really plan they eventually agree that to take down Sideous they have to cut off his political power in addition to everything else, and taking advantage of their public personas was the most accessible way to do so (*evil laughter*)

While Dooku wasn’t captured, Yoda heard the truth in his old student’s cryptic warnings about a Sith in the Senate, and the council begins carefully editing their release of tactical plans to the Chancellor’s office in the hopes of ferreting out the spy in their midst.

Pong Krell looses two arms in his duel with Dooku. Obi-Wan successfully hides his smug pleasure at the news. Anakin enjoys makeing comparisons between him and Grievous.

Kenobi doesn’t allow the origin of the clones to go unexamined, although he agrees that if the public were informed that they don’t actually know who ordered them it would probably cause panic.

The ‘inhibitor chips’ are ‘discovered’ early on and Anakin leads the effort to ensure that they are phased out and removed immediately. This consists of reminding every Jedi who even hesitates about how how he as a child slave had some experience with control chips and unless you want to take a leaf out of the hutts books lets start doing brain surgery chop chop mmmkay?

(This isn’t to say that Vader doesn’t still a twinge of shame at acknowledging his slave roots. But it is eclipsed by the burning guilt that he knowingly acted as slave master to his troops for decades after Sideous wiped their minds. He tried to rationalize it to himself, after all he didn’t immediately understand what Order 66 had done to the troopers. But while the morality of murder was more of an intellectual concern than a personal one, treating people as things...)

The Kamonions are a little harder to budge, referencing contracts that they refuse to allow the Jedi to see

Finally Vader snuck into the Chief Medical Scientist’s home while she was sleeping and straight-up threatened to murder her and burn down her lab. At the risk of losing her life’s work, Nala Se complied.

Vader left with the final threat that in the event that Darth Tyranus caught wind and activated Order 66 prematurely, he would kill 100 Kamonians for every Jedi felled by troopers. Shaak Ti was pleased by the cloners sudden change of heart. Tyrannus, and by extension, Sideous, are in the dark.

Obi-Wan frequently publicly confronts Palpatine about the troops citizen status, urging him make use of his emergency powers to grant them citizenship and full pay, with the option to leave the army should they so wish.

Anakin manages to play off his avoidance of the Chancellor as disappointment in his perceived lack of dedication to anti-slavery efforts

Finally Palpatine gives in- regardless of what happens next, the troops will be looked after.

With 2/3rds of the troopers dechipped, Vaderkin is eager to kill Sideous again, but after several intense screaming matches and sparring sessions, the time travelers come to the agreement that even if they succeed in their duel, with things as they were, the perception of the Jedi military coop would cause mass civil unrest. The scattered sith apprentices, while individually weak, were more than capable of magnifying that fear and anger until the galaxy breaks. Darth Sideous wanted to ensure that if he couldn’t have the galaxy, no one would.

(Vader knows this. Sideous enjoyed monologuing, and much of his plotting couldn’t be safely bragged about until after he had decisively won, leaving Vader as the unwilling receptacle for years of pent-up rants and self-satisfied gloats about the inevitability of his victory)

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violetnotez · 4 years

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request: It’s the the first time I send a request so I hope I’m doing it right 🥺 can I request a kirishima x reader one-shot with the reader being the traitor and during a fight with the LOV she betrays her classmates and her boyfriend and they found everything out. Possibly angst ofc and you can choose if end it with angst or not, as you prefer. Please I love your blog 🥰

hi anon! So I really loved this idea, and I kinda took it in a different direction, hope thats alright! <3

Kirishima x reader

Genre: Angst, PG

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: none!

Prompt: #3, “you cant tell me you dont feel the same way” from @bnhabookclub Provisional Licensing Exam event

Summary: You have been recruited by Shigaraki to spy on UA as a student. You mistakenly fall in love with Eijirou Kirishima during your time there, dating him for almost 6 months. But now Shigaraki needs you back, and in order to keep Kirishima safe, you have to break his heart

You let out a deep sigh, your chest feeling heavy and full of despair.

You didn't want to do this- you didn't want to hurt him, or let him go.

But to keep him safe- you had to do it.

Shigaraki had revealed the night before that his new plan was complete, and that your spying operation at UA was no longer needed. You had been recruited by Shigaraki at a young age to pose as a student attending UA High, your powerful quirk allowing you to get into the famous Class 1-A. For the last few months you had been pretending to be a hero-in-training, befriending every member in the class in order to win their trust. It was tiring work, trying to study on your own as well as memorize each student's strengths and weaknesses for Shigaraki to use. But by being so friendly with them, you began to realize you actually liked some of the students, making it difficult to hate them as much as you used to. They were so carefree and hopeful about the future, not realizing how cold the real world was like you did. You surprised yourself by loving every moment you were with 1-A, especially with your boyfriend, Eijirou Kirishima. It was hard to stay away from him- he was so bright and charismatic, his smile able to be seen from a mile away. His warmth was so intoxicating, lighting up your life in love and affection. He was the sweetest boy you had ever met, and quite handsome as well, sealing the deal for the massive crush you had grown to have on him. You felt guilty for dating him, knowing that a large portion of your life was hidden from him. It was a frigid lie that had once tried to hold you back from crushing on Kirishima, yet his brilliant warmth melted it away. He unknowingly helped you feel safe, to momentarily believe the world wasn't so bad after all.

Even though you had grown to love the redhead and his bright personality as you spied on Class 1-A, you knew the consequences that one day you would have to leave, yet you followed your heart anyway.

But now the dreaded day had come- Shigaraki needed you to disappear from this new life you had learned to love. He had received all the information he needed from your snooping around, and it was time for you to leave.

Guilt flooded your body, drowning your lungs and heart in regret and misery by the news: you should never have dated poor Kirishima in the first place. You knew it would break his heart once he knew your time together would end, but it had to be done: if Shigaraki ever knew a student from 1-A was romantically in love with you, he wouldn't hesitate to use Kirishima against you as bait to keep you wrapped around his clammy finger. You wouldn't allow Kirishima to get hurt over you, not on your watch.

The only way to ensure you could slip away without worrying about Kirishima was to make him forget about you. That was a close to impossible task, so that idea you scratched out from your mind. You only had two options left: tell him the truth or break his heart.

If you told him the truth, you would have to admit that you were a villain, and most likely would break his heart from the pain away. It would mean revealing your whole life and reason to be a "hero" was a complete and utter lie, most likely destroying the boy in the process. But you already knew Kirishima like the back your hand, and could guess his actions in an instant. He would most likely try to help you, attempt to fix your ways and tell you could leave: but you knew better. You were too involved with the LOV to ever leave and live an everyday life. They would hunt you down if you so much as even admitted to wanting to leave.

You decided the best course of action was to tell Kirishima you were over and down with your relationship- it killed you to even think of speaking such lies, but you didn't want to see him getting hurt. The boy would be heartbroken, yes, but after a while, he'd get over it. His friends were so supportive, so he was sure to have many people consoling him out of his blues. He would forget about you one day and find someone else, someone who wouldn't lie and hurt him. It hurt you to admit it, but this was the best plan you could think of to keep him completely safe.

You were going to miss Kiri and his strong embraces, though, as they were only things that made you feel safe and protected. He was so bright, cheerful, and kind, and it was hard not to resist those warm emotions when your world felt so cold and menacing. But the only way to keep the light inside Kirishima bright was to cut ties with him permanently- you had to break his heart.

Kirishima bounded into the common room cheerfully from his normal workout routine, a warm towel wrapped around his shoulders as he greeted some of his friends. His eyes fell on you, and his heart soared- you looked so pretty sitting there, the setting sun making strands of your hair sparkle like spun gold. His smile grew wider, his perfect teeth sparkling- how was he so lucky to land such an amazing girl like you? His strong arms wrapped around your body from behind the couch, his skin radiating heat as he rubbed his cheek against your hair. "Hey princess, how are you?" he mumbled your pet name into your ear, making your heart churn painfully- this would be the last time he'd hold you like this, the last time he'd speak so softly and sweetly to you. You sighed sadly, meekly wrapping a hand around his skin. 'Hey Kiri," you replied numbly, your voice depressed. You rose from the couch, your legs feeling heavy like lead as you wrapped your arms around your body- why did it feel so cold? Kirishima's smile faded slightly- you didn't sound at all happy. You usually greeted him so adorably, always giving him a big hug or a peck on his cheek. Now you seemed defeated, your hands wrapped around your body as if to protect yourself from something. "Hey, whats going on? You alright- is something bothering you?" he asked sweetly, clueless to why you were feeling this way as he closed the gap between you. He placed his calloused palm on the small of your back, reassuringly, his thumb rubbing against the fabric of your shirt. You swallowed hesitantly, your eyes unable to look into his- it felt too painful to look at him, his innocence to the whole situation making you feel so conflicted and guilty. "We need to talk," you forced yourself to say, his face instantly masked in worry. "Uh-uh sure!" he replied quickly, his speech a little flustered as he tried to seem unbothered, "do you want to talk in my room or yours?" "Let's go in mine," You quickly began walking to your room, Kirishima's footsteps following close behind. He was perplexed and worried- you seemed like something was really bothering you, your voice free of any brightness and joy like it usually was.

You felt like each step to your room made your heart fall heavier and heavier, opening up your room door slowly and letting him enter your room. He flipped on the lights, illuminating the space as you closed the door- even though you'd be long gone by the morning, you felt you at least owed Kirishima some privacy by having the door closed. It made the room feel so much smaller now that Kirishima's aura took over the room. Guilt and shame were eating up at you as you remembered all the hangout sessions and study dates you had in this room, hating how worried and compassionate he looked towards you. "What did you want to talk about? Is it something I did or do? I'm really sorry if I hurt you some way," he was already thinking it was his fault, making you cringe in internal pain- god why was he so sweet? It was you, it was your own personal issues, not him. "No Kiri, no!" you frantically reassured him, your hands going out in front of you in protest. "Its not you, its- its just," "You can tell me anything, you know that right?" he affirmed sweetly, his eyes soft with concern. You nodded your head numbly, your mouth feeling dry like sandpaper. Kirishima walked close to your body, placing his palms around your elbows, your arms full of tension as he tried to melt it away with his touch. He was looking down at you with so much worry, so much adoration and love, it made your stomach turn painfully. Why did this have to be so hard-it was so agonizing, like pulling off a bandage slowly and painfully. You just needed to get it done, to rip off the metaphorical bandage as quickly as possible- the longer you wait, the longer the stinging and the pain will be for the both of you. "Then tell me whats wrong," he instructed softly, still utterly oblivious to the whole situation. You swallowed thickly, your voice and throat feeling hoarse and tight. It was now or never. "Kiri, I- we need to break up."

Kirishima froze, his heart stopping in his chest. He didn't hear you correctly, right? Maybe he heard you wrong? There was no way you wanted to break up with him, no way at all- "I-Im sorry, I just-I just don't love you," You hated how these words were coming out of your mouth, these lies that were obviously ripping you and Kirishima apart from the inside. You watched his expression turn from worry to agony, his eyes wide with shock. It hurt too much to see him look so frozen, as if your words had caused him to shut down. His hands were still on your body, the air changing so suddenly- it was stuffy, stale, and uncomfortable. And it was your fault. You shimmied out of his embrace, turning around so you wouldn't be forced to face him. The guilt was eating at you- you couldn't bear to look at him look so defeated when you knew you had caused it. Your abrupt movement seemed to wake him up out of his heartbroken daze, his hands instantly grasping for you, spinning you around quickly. You breathed hitched painfully in your throat- you had never seen him look so defeated, so desperate. His palms were wrapped around your shoulders tightly, almost painfully, making it practically impossible to escape his hold on you. "y/n, please, please just tell me what's wrong," his voice was wavering, his eyes already gleaming with tears, "I-I know this isn't you, if I did something, y/n, I'll fix it, I promise! I can't lose you, please, please dont do this-" he was practically begging "Kiri, I-I, I cant," your voice was becoming weaker from the stress of trying to hold back a sob, "I-I never loved you." "Y/n, no, I cant accept that," tears were gliding against his cheeks, his voice full of passion, "you cant tell me you dont feel the same way." "I-I love you so, so much, you have no idea," he looked down at you with his wide, puppy-like eyes, begging you to change your mind with his words. "Your all I think about- when I wake up, when I fall asleep, everything I see reminds me of you. You make me so happy, the way you smile, your laugh, your hugs- I-I cant live without those things y/n. I cant live without you. When I asked you out that day, I was so nervous- I had been planning for weeks before, and when you agreed to go out, you made me the happiest man alive." Tears were falling down your cheeks now, your heart screaming in agony. You wanted to tell him that's how you felt as well- Kirishima was your whole entire life, enveloping your every waking moment in his wonderfully bright aura. He was your light, your sun, your anchor in the crazy mess of the galaxy of your life. There was no love and no warmth until Kirishima came around. But now you needed to keep him safe- you had to sacrifice your happiness with each other in order to keep him out of harm's way. "Kiri, I only dated you because I felt pity," you lied straight through your teeth, wishing you could melt into the wall seeing Kirishima's face break. "I was too afraid to say no," His heart couldn't take anymore clearly, his face conflicted with so many emotions you couldn't differentiate between any of them. You felt like this was the most ultimate betrayal to the boy, making him think his love he had with you was all a lie. It wasn't, and you wished you could just tell him the truth, but you knew that would be worse. He'd never allow you to leave- you had to, to protect yourself and him. You put yourself in a crappy situation- you wouldn't drag him along with you. "So-it-it was all fake?" He asked, his voice quiet and terrified. He didn't want to hear the answer he knew would spill out of your mouth. "Yes," The room was deadly quiet, Kirishima completely dumb founded-all the times you hugged him, made him feel accepted in your life, laughed at his jokes, kissed him, made him smile, made him happy-was all a lie? A cruel joke in order to spare his feelings? He felt like such an idiot-he should have known this was too good to be true. He felt deep down he wasn't good enough for you, strong enough, smart enough, manly enough. This was just confirming that fear by 10 fold. You were sniffling, watching the love you had for the boy only grow out of misery, while his love for you was diminishing. "Y-n, I-"he was so confused, his hands running through his hair in anguish. "Why?!? Why did you-you were my first everything! You are everything to me! I can't believe you, there's gotta be another reason-I love you, you love me!" You were so quiet, your shoulders shaking in misery and guilt as tear after salty tear fell against your cheek. Your silence was painful, confirming what he feared with each passing second, your averted eyes hiding the actual truth "You love me, right?" You were too afraid to speak, knowing what you had to say to break him from you-but you couldn't. The lie of saying you didn't love him was eating up your insides, clogging your lungs and your throat to the point you felt you couldn't speak. You couldn't tell him you didn't love him-it was too painful. You already lied to him enough. "I'm sorry," you whispered, looking at him with reddened eyes. What he thought you were sorry for was your lack of care for him, the lies you had told him for the past 6 months, and it burnt his insides in a gut wrenching flame, the fire licking and eating his insides in agony. He had to leave-he couldn't take this anymore, his body walking right past you and opening the door quickly to get fresh air. You were now sobbing, broken gasps crying out his name as he shut the door behind you, closing his heart off from ever accepting you again. You were sorry that you were in love with him, and by being in love with him, you had broken him.

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ajokeformur-ray · 4 years

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it’s 3:20am and i’m meant to be sleeping lmao but *shrugs*

late night/early morning heavy rant incoming feel free to ignore <3

general sadness/heavy feelings + mentions of not eating much - if may trigger please skip; there’s nothing important within anyways lmao cut might not work on mobile.

im barely eating barely sleeping barely drinking. it’s not worth looking after myself bc i’ll just be hungry/tired/thirsty later but i do these things bc i know how upset and angry Joker would be but also my online friends too.

today i drank 8 cups of coffee, slept 6 hr and ate 2 bits of toast + dinner + then 2 small brownies. that was it. i have food to eat i just cant? justify? making anything? but again, i do bc Joker. he loves me and thats what i make myself repeat every time i deny myself smthn.

i just feel so scared all the time. im always so angry and tired and yeah thats likely bc im not physically taking care of myself, but it’s always been more of a mental thing than anything else lmao everything scares me. i even scare myself bc i know that i can and have already ruined my life. i’m 22 and my entire life is a waste and it’s a self fulfilling prophecy at this point but i graduate soon and i just? have had enough? i dont want a career i dont want to do Adult Things i just wanna love and spend time with Joker and with my friends on here. reality doesnt interest me bc reality doesnt involve my interests. the older i get the more disillusioned i become and at this point i’m just waiting to totally drop off the map lmao.

i just feel like a waste of life and of potential and a big ball of anxiety and wasted opportunity and procrastination and i feel like my entire existence is an embarrassment and i wasted my mum’s life by being born [yes my brain has gone there tonight, ain’t it fun????] and nothing i ever do will ever make up for it.

im sat cross legged in bed at 3:26am and im in the dark and im wearing my joker shirt and i just? cant be bothered to sleep? like ??? it’s too much effort? imma do it anyway bc human lmao but??? existence isnt worth the effort? ill wake up at like 9am later [i set alarms bc routine] and totally cringe at this word vomit pffft idk im just tired of everything and ive had enough and i want it to stop and i just wanna breathe and im scared and i want Joker to tell me he loves me and he gets it but hes still proud of me and i want Patrick Verona to tell me the same stuff and i just wanna be loved.

but ill wake up tomorrow and continue blasting music full volume tomorrow bc its better than listening to my thoughts and ill study and ill write and ill smile and laugh.... and then night falls and i become sad and horny pfffft what even?? but whatever we’re all going through it so shush Erika; help others <3333 it’s what counts <3

im not really looking for advice or anything [thought that;d be appreciated] i really just needed somewhere to dump my emotions bc theyre inconvenient and i hate them and also i hate myself ksksksk joke’s on my mum no one’s more disappointed in me than me pffft get in line.

i just honestly wanna be erased from existence whats the point?

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quidfree · 4 years

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All 12 months. ((if I'm allowed to do that.))

hahah holy shit you sure are

january: the first fic i posted this year- my niche good omens fic! the idea just would not leave me until i got it out of my system lol

feburary: have i ever written or received a holiday fic- categorically not! maybe my fics are just too long and character-driven for cute holiday fluff ?? i would certainly enjoy taking a crack at any of the old staples of hallmark movies... maybe if i get requests for anything specific. ALTHOUGH i just remembered i did once write an embarrassingly popular malec (tmi) fic set around a shitty family christmas party, if that counts.

march: do i listen to music while writing- i listen to music while doing literally everything, hahaha. today i was writing my legal dissertation while cycling through my liked songs, so i may have subconsciously gotten some elton john/childish gambino/moulin rouge soundtrack in there. i tend to avoid musical soundtracks for fic writing, though, the dual dialogue gets distracting.

april: have i ever written crackfic- yes! when i was maybe 14? it was for hetalia (dark times) and essentially was a parody of all the bad fanfiction i saw at the time on fanfiction dot net. it was very popular. i don’t regret it.

may: have i ever regretted writing a fic- oh boy have i ever. ive been writing fic since i was like thirteen and anything i wrote preceding the last four years makes me cringe to even look at. it’s not as bad as a lot of other stuff and i thankfully never wrote anything really gross or smut or whatever, but i’m my harshest critic and tweenaged writing is never good, so. i did once regret a fic right after posting it, too! when i was in my hetalia phase i once wrote a fic involving some fanon characters and one character was sort of the baddie of my story (got punched by main chara etc)- as it turned out said character was someone’s oc and they lost their shit about it. i had a panic attack about it and apologised profusely until they generously let me off the hook, but looking back i was like 13-14 and i think they were 20+ so that was pretty embarrassing for them lol.

june: have i ever written/posted a marriage fic- no! arranged marriage is actually a trope i quite enjoy when well-executed (i like the politics), and i’d take my shot at a “fake date to a wedding” or “we met having a terrible time at a wedding” fic but i’ve never written it. i wouldn’t write a straight-up marriage fic, i don’t think- it’s a little saccharine (read: boring) for my tastes lmao. unless some other shit is going on behind the scenes/we get a rotating cast’s perspectives on it maybe.

july: the hottest fic i ever wrote/do i write smut- i do not write smut! no moral objection, it’s just a line i draw in the event of my fic somehow coming to light in my everyday life. tragic, though, because had i written terrible smut i might’ve actually stood a chance at getting a movie contract. or mass fandom acclaim. contingently i don’t have much hot content to review- i write a lot of making out but no further. i guess maybe the gomens fic solely bc one of the characters is a demon and thus quite lusty so a fade to black was needed.

august: are any of my fics associated w a certain genre/artist/song- not... really? ive never been a song-fic type of gal. i’m a sucker for the classic song title, though, and whatever song is in the title fits the fic in mood and lyrics, so maybe that counts. i do usually have abstract playlists for all my favourite characters/relationships.

september: share a fave review i’ve gotten- i actually have a whole document of these saved on my laptop, though i don’t look at it often. very leo of me. said list includes everything from the jokingly intense (“i want to print this fic out and eat it”, “i would die for your writing”, “when i die i want to be buried in this fic”) to the memetic (“i would read anything you write including weather reports”, “this is like that one lady gaga meme thats like talented brilliant incredible”) to the sincere (“i downloaded the pdf and listened to it while driving”, “this is heartachingly lovely”, “ive sent screenshots of 50% of this to my friends”, “this was beautiful and very strange”) to the thoughtful analyses of my writing techniques and choices. the latter in particular hold a special place in my heart, but really any comment that manages to convey the emotional response / literary analysis of the reader is special to me. i think in total ive probably received around 2000 comments on my works and i appreciate ‘em all (except this one person who had the audacity to critique my authorial choices on the 17th chapter of a fic).

october: name the spookiest/darkest thing ive ever written- hmmm, hard one! spookiest is easy bc i wrote a haunted house bnha fic (“damn if these walls could talk”) a while back, but it was mostly a black comedy. darkest... idk. depends what qualifies as dark. a lot of my fic have characters put through the wringer somewhat, but in a relatively grounded manner- there’s no gratuitous torture porn and whatnot. le mot vagabond (my marauders epic) might qualify solely because the setting is so dire. i like to make my characters suffer, but i always give them a happy ending, like they’ve earned it. wishful thinking maybe.

november: any rituals to get me in the writing mood- none! my main writer’s block comes in three forms: 1) other more pressing obligations (academia for the most part) 2/interruptions (familial esp- hello quarantine) 3/ procrastination. if none of those three are at play i will happily spend whole days writing.

december: have i ever written a gift fic- yes, but just the once! any french readers feel free to read my incredibly niche fic for les faux-monnayeurs, a mid-century modern french classic, which i wrote upon finding a remarkable reworking of another set text from the french literary high school curriculum (and gifted to the author of said work). and then sometimes i write things for my friends which are technically gifts i suppose.

that was v fun and probably the most personal ive ever gotten on here lol; ty for asking and i hope this sates your curiosity somewhat !

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michaelreaderreblog · 5 years

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My Truemate pt18

AN; I know its been a very long time since I’ve posted anything. Well here it is, finally. I hope you all enjoy. All I did was edit and Im pretty happy how this part turned out. So hopefully tomorrow my wifi will be hooked up and posts will come regularly. Enjoy my loves

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To catch up you can go here >> My Truemate Series <<

Word Count: 2,491

When the both of you get to the diner and seated in a booth by the window is when the waitress comes to your table with a wide smile on her face.

“Hi, Im Dorothy and I will be your waitress for the afternoon” she says looking at you and extends her hand out to you.

You take her hand in a friendly gesture while nodding.

“Y/n this is Dorothy Baum, she has been a friend of Castiel since they were pups and still are” Michael introduces the both of you.

As she takes both of your order is when she still couldnt wipe the smile from her face.

She walks to the kitchen to put in the food order along to bring out your drinks.

“Um why is she so happy?” you ask looking away from her as she disappears into the kitchen.

“Beats me, usually she is so not like this. Actually I dont know how to describe her sometimes” he answers you and chuckles at the end of his comment.

“Ok then. Why have you brought me out for lunch? Isnt Anna going to be angry or something?” you ask not really wanting to know the answer.

“Well it seems as though she has met her true mate a couple of months ago and we mutually ended our relationship a few weeks ago” he answers never taking his eyes away from you.

You sit there stunned at the news and couldnt believe she actually let go of him but understood it all because true mates are involved.

“But if you didnt meet yours, than she met hers would she still be with you?” you ask from the distractions of your utter happiness but curious to know what he has to say.

“Well she mentioned if mine never came along then she would hold off her being truly happy with her true mate and still be with me. She didnt want me to be lonely if she still met hers because of the love she has for me” he answers in disbelief still.

You couldnt believe how much she would sacrifice for her true happiness if you never came along.

You were thankful you are around though and just thankful for Anna being incredibly selfless.

“Wow” is all that you could say.

When Dorothy comes back with drinks, she still has the smile on her face and winks over to Michael to give him a thumbs up.

The both of you talk about many things from books, music, tv shows, movies and basic interests.

“I know this is all sudden but um would you like to have dinner with me and my family at their house sometime this week?” he asks randomly.

“Uh yeah, I wouldnt call that sudden. It would be more like good timing” you simply answer back and having the relief of his family approving of the both of you.

“Good my parents would like to meet me and Castiel's mates so I guess he is going to ask Dean about that as well. Of course you can bring along Sam and Sarah considering they are mated already” Michael says with a smile on his face.

When Dorothy makes her back to your table with food in hands is when her attention is brought to the front door.

A Beta woman walks in and passes by your table.

“Oh good more Omega whores” the blonde woman says.

“Suzy that was uncalled for” Dorothy says

Michael was about to retort something back but you take your hand out for him to stay seated and he does.

“No, its ok. Since she is the only whore here. I can smell what? Two or three different Alpha's on you” you say while she turns around in her seat to look at you and tries to attack you but Dorothy has blocked her off.

“That is enough. OUT!!” Dorothy yells back to her while Suzy glares at her and walks to front door to exit the building.

“This wont be the last time you will see me. Next time you will be gone” she mutters walking out the door and as soon as she said that is when you got the feeling at the pit of your stomach was unsettling.

“Who the hell was that?” you ask looking between Michael and Dorothy.

“Suzy Roman, the sister of Dick Roman” Dorothy answers and as soon as she says Roman is when you went numb.

“Im sorry that had to happen, I know you handled yourself there but still shouldnt have to endure that” she says looking to you

“Does she have a thing for you why she had to be that way?” you ask bitterly to Michael and he raises his head to you.

“Yes but she is a Beta. I never wanted to date her or be near her all together. It was always her to force herself on me. Even while I was with Anna, she still did the same thing but never worked because she is a Roman. Those people are not respectful, they treat Omegas like toys and their belief system is traditional. Which they are traditionalists but that never went well with me” he answers you in the most sincere way without feeling angry talking about the Romans.

“I remember the one Christmas party Benny threw one year and Suzy came by as soon as she heard Michael was going to be there. Thats when she flirted with him in front of Anna. She tried taking him into one of the empty rooms but Anna had enough. Anna punched Suzy square in the face for her to leave him alone. I dont know how long she has tried to get with you. All she wanted was to get her hands on your business because of the shipments you get daily” Dorothy says and immediately the both of you look at her to what she said about him getting shipments every day.

“So what your saying is, if he had broken up with Anna in the first place. In the slightest way he was actually interested in her, she would get her hands on his business because of the shipments he gets everyday? Like why would she be interested in that?” you ask her to fully understand why she would be interested in his hardware business.

“Well its because the trucks that deliver the supplies he needs for his store. Especially since she joined her brothers business out of state, they only come back to make things not so obvious on what they are up to” she answers you quietly to make sure no other customer in the diner heard what she is elaborating on the Romans business deals.

“What are you incinuating?” Michael asks looking away from his food.

“After he made a business deal with a guy named Gordon Walker a few days ago. After my shift I went home to do research about this Walker guy because the way they were talking made me feel uneasy” she says as she cringes at the names and thoughts.

“Ok what turned up while researching?” Michael asks in curiosity.

“As it turns out this Walker guy is bad news, I mean he owns brotherls in Georgia and he owns one in Illinois” Dorothy answers Michael and you begin to feel really uneasy.

“Michael can you drive me home, Im beginning to feel sick” you ask him while feeling sick to your stomach

Michael’s anger is building the more he learns about Roman and the business he got himself into. He needed to do something to protect you and his brother. Thankfully he will have help. From his new brothers.

“Yes I can take you home. Dorothy print out those papers you found and give them to me. I want to show my father and if he is conspiring with the Romans than we have something” Michael says while trying to pay for the meal but Dorothy waves him off and nods in agreement for the information she has found while doing some research.

When Michael drives away from the diner is when he noticed how your scent has changed from mutual to fear, worry and anger. He reaches across the seat to place his hand on your knee to give a gentle squeeze.

“Hey I am not going to let them take you away from me or our family. We are going to protect you in any way that we can alright?” he asks looking away from the road for a brief moment to you and again back on the road again.

You sit there silent as you nod in agreement, you just wanted to go home to your brother you just hope that he was still home.

“Even if the whole thing involves Castiel I am going to protect him with everything I have” he adds while driving in the direction of your house.

He turned on the radio and Renegade by Styx comes on and soon your emotions are beginning to fade because of the music.

Michael has parked in the drive way and turned off the truck, he looks over to you and he can still sense you fear everything is soon about to change.

“Hey, look at me. I mean it when I say I am not going to let anyone take you away from me. We are going to fight tooth and nail to protect you in any way that we can” Michael says as he reaches over to place his hand under your chin to get a better look at him.

He gets out of the truck to walk around and open the door for you to head inside the house.

He looks around the yard to make sure nothing is out of the ordinary. He wanted to make sure no one is around to try and do anything to you if your brother wasnt home.

You unlock the door to open it

“Do you wanna come in?” you turn around to look at him as you ask before walking into the house.

“Yes I would like to come in” he simply answers with a smile upon his face and very surprised you asked him to stay.

“Dean, Im home” you yell for your older brother as the both of you walk into the house but there is no reply.

“I guess he went out with your brother for the afternoon. Do you mind if you stayed until he got back?” you ask without even thinking about asking the question but its out there in the open now and you werent going to take that back.

“Of course I can stay” he replies with a soft expression spread across his face and enters further into the house.

You lead him to the kitchen to make him more comfortable and thinking to make something to distract yourself from the information you and Michael found out.

He scents the air is changing and knew that you were feeling uncomfortable and he wished that none of this was happening but all he could do is try to settle your nerves.

He gets up from the chair to walk towards the radio thats on the counter. He turns it on to select the station that always works for him when he needs a distraction from everything else.

A song comes through the radio called Dont Give Up On Me by Solomon Burke.

He pulls you away from the cupboards and pulls you closer to him and he sways the both of you to the music as the lyrics come on.

“When I cant control something thats out of my element then I turn to music. To this station because some of the music just soothes everything away and I let the music carry me away” Michael says as he looks deep into your eyes, sways the both of you to the music playing in the back ground.

“Well thats one way to settle things. I would normally play the guitar. Until I stopped playing and finally picked it up again today. Well before you called anyways” You tell him with a slight smile an your face. He looks to you with complete adoration.

“I play the guitar as well and same thing. I just picked it up a few days ago and even wrote a song” he tells you while never looking away from you.

“I would love to hear the song, in fact would you play it for me now? I have the guitar in the living room” you ask in hopes he would play for you.

Neither of you notice that the song has ended as the both of you still dance to what ever song has come on the radio.

“Yeah I think I can play the song for you” he says with a smile on his face.

You pull away from him and lead him into the living room. You get the guitar from the corner of the living room hand it to him as he seats himself on the arm chair.

You sit close by on the couch, he tunes the guitar and when he knows its the way it should sound is when he started strumming.

You notice someone pulling into the garage and see its Dean and Castiel.

“Its called All My Only Dreams” Michael says before singing into the song

You fall in love with his singing as he moves into the chorus of the song.

Dean and Castiel walk further into the house and see its Michael who is singing.

Castiel has a bright smile on his face as he seats himself beside you, Dean sits on the other couch across from the both of you.

Michael is about to stop but notices his brother and his mate are loving the music from him and continues to play.

“My brother has never touched the guitar in so long. How did you manage to get him to play?” Cas asks as he leans in to whisper into your ear.

“I asked and he agreed” you simply answer with a fond smile.

When Michael finished is when Dean couldnt believe how talented Michael is for playing the guitar and having such an amazing singing voice.

“That was amazing” Dean says as he comes back into the living room and hands Michael a beer.

“Thanks, I was in the middle of playing when Anna came to my office and thats when we had the talk and mutually decided to end our relationship” he answers very honestly.

“I wrote the song for you y/n” he adds while he places the guitar away in the corner behind him.

Castiel has a bright smile on his face while Dean has the same.

You can feel that Dean is feeling rather content at what is in front of him and you can honestly tell that he is ready to let go of you.

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yeetwinchester2 · 5 years

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Little Sister

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Pairing: Dean x sister!reader(no incest), mention of Sam x sister!reader(no incest)

Summary: The Winchesters’ little sister feels like a burden and Dean comforts her.

Warnings: Crying(should that be considered a warning???), sadness, a bit of angst , thought of being a burden, i think thats it (let me know if there’s anything else I should include in the warnings)

Requested: yes/no

A/n: This is the first fic I’ve written, so bare with me if its a bit cringe worthy. It would also be a tremendous help if you were able to give me a little bit of feedback on how I can improve. Also, check out the bottom of the post and send requests!!! Thanks and ily! 🖤💚🖤

Tears flowed down your cheeks as you walked into the old, dirty motel you and your brothers were staying in. The three of you usually try to make the sleeping situation work. The boys usually get the beds and you have to sleep in the dirty, smelly, stained couch. But you don’t always mind. In fact, you almost never care. As long as your brothers are somewhat content, you are too.

Like you expected, they weren’t there. You know they weren’t at a bar because its only 3:27pm, so you assumed they were doing their usual routine. Dean questions the victim(s) and witness(es) while Sam is either with Dean or doing research in a nearby library.

You sat at the table and pulled out your binder and textbook to start on some of the homework your science teacher assigned. You started to work, but also started to struggle. You couldn’t focus. Your mind was blank. No thoughts, no feelings, no emotions, nothing. Just emptiness. You knew what this was, but your brothers didn’t. You knew you had some kind of depression and anxiety, not as bad as it could be, but its not something that you think will just pass in a few days, or even weeks. No… this has been with you for probably about 6 months and your brothers don’t suspect a thing. You want to keep it that way too. You don’t want to have to be even more of a burden and have your brothers worry even more, so you kept quiet. You wiped away your tears and sat up straight, and attempted to finish your work.

“Oh hey, y/n.” Dean said, walking into the motel room in his FBI suit.

“Hey” you mumbled back, not wanted to talk.

“You okay, bug?” He said with concern in his voice.

“Yeah, just tired.” You used the lie that everyone uses, not putting in any effort to make up a different lie.

“You always say that. That’s not true is it? You’re not actually tired, are you?” Crap… he’s catching on…

“Uhh, no, I’m really just tired. I swear.” Now your anxiety was coming into play. You don’t know how he’d act if he found out.

“Don’t lie to me. I know something’s wrong. There’s been something off about you for a while now. You know you can talk to me and Sam, right? We’re here for you.”

“Yeah, I know I can talk to y'all, but it’s hard to sometimes.” I’m just gonna get it over with and tell him. What could go wrong, right?

“I know what you mean. When I got out of Hell, I refused to talk about it. But then Sam reminded me that we’re family and we’re here to take care of each other. So, y/n, please tell me what’s going on.”

“You really want to know what’s upsetting me?”

“Yeah, I really do. I wanna make sure that you’re okay.”

“I think I’m a burden to you and Sammy. I feel like I’m just in the way. You always worry about me and you take care of me and make sure I’m getting good grades and eating and getting sleep but you shouldn’t have to. You shouldn’t have to worry about me. I don’t matter. Not like you two do. You two have saved the world more times than I can count and I know that you’ll continue to do so until you breathe your final breath. But me, I don’t do anything. I sit here, in the motel room doing homework or something that has absolutely nothing to do with the case.” You were almost sobbing by now, while Dean watched you rant with tears in his green eyes.

“Y/n… that’s not true. None of th-” He started to talk, but you cut him off.

“No! Don’t lie to me! Don’t pity me and tell me that it’s not true when you know it is!” You hated being pitied. It made you feel worse about yourself.

“Y/n! Calm down and let me talk.” You knew he only yelled to get you to calm down, so you weren’t worried that he was mad.

“O-okay.” You wiped your tears with your sleeve and and tried to control you breathing as both of you walk over and sit on one of the beds. Dean wraps his arm around, you and you feel of his tears land on the top of your head. He’s crying… because he cares.

“Y/n, you are not a burden. Not even close. I think I can say that you are the best thing that has ever happened to both me and Sam, okay? We worry about you because we want what’s best for you. We make sure you get good grades so that you can go to college and do something with your life. If Sammy was here, I know he’d tell you the same exact thing. And believe it or not, me and Sammy have talked about it. You going to a good school and everything.”

You look up at him when he said this. “Really?”

“Yeah, we both agreed that we want you to get through highschool and go to a good college. We want you to get a good job, find a guy that we approve of, and mabye even have a couple kids. We want you to get out of this life y/n. That’s why we never ask you to go on hunts or help with a case, because we dont want you to get even the slightest bit involved more than you already are. You deserve better than this, y/n.”

You shocked to say the least. You always thought that they didn’t want you around, kr didn’t want your help, but they just wanted better for you. If you were being honest, everything Dean just told sounds like Heaven to most hunters, but you’re a Winchester, so you’re not ‘most hunters.’ You would enjoy being out of this hunting life, but you know it won’t happen. Again, you’re a Winchester, so no matter what you do or where you go, something will follow. Knowing this, you make a sudden decision.

“Dean, we both know that won’t be possible. Trouble follows us wherever we go and no matter what we do, we wouldn’t be able to get them to leave us alone. It sounds lovely, having an apple pie life, but it won’t happen. Instead, I want to help. I want to help save the world with you guys. I want to train, to do research, and to go on hunts with y'all.”

Dean looks at you with sad eyes, knowing tjat you’re right. You won’t be able to have such luxury because of what you do and what your father dragged the three (more like four but they forgot Adam ) of you into.

“You’re right, but we just want what’s best for you. We want to make sure that you stay safe at all times. We want you to be protected.”

“I know, Dean. That’s why you and Sammy can train me, and show to do things. I can start by helping Sam with research and you can teach me how to you a pistol and a rifle, and we’ll start out with the little things. Then, eventually, I’ll be able to go on hunts with y'all.”

“I can’t make any promises, ans don’t get too excited, but I can talk to Sam and see what he thinks about your little plan. I don’t thinks it’s that bad of an idea, but me and Sammy have to agree, okay?”

You don’t have much to say anymore due to the fact that you just let everything that you kept bottled up for a while out, so you simply say “Thank you” and hug him tighter than you have in a while, and bury you face into his neck, feeling safe in your brother’s arms.

THE END

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casual-penguin-bouquets-pos-blog · 5 years

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Little Sister

Pairing: Dean x sister!reader(no incest), mention of Sam x sister!reader(no incest)

Summary: The Winchesters' little sister feels like a burden and Dean comforts her.

Warnings: Crying(should that be considered a warning???), sadness, a bit of angst , thought of being a burden, i think thats it (let me know if there's anything else I should include in the warnings)

Requested: yes/no

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Tears flowed down your cheeks as you walked into the old, dirty motel you and your brothers were staying in. The three of you usually try to make the sleeping situation work. The boys usually get the beds and you have to sleep in the dirty, smelly, stained couch. But you don't always mind. In fact, you almost never care. As long as your brothers are somewhat content, you are too.

Like you expected, they weren't there. You know they weren't at a bar because its only 3:27pm, so you assumed they were doing their usual routine. Dean questions the victim(s) and witness(es) while Sam is either with Dean or doing research in a nearby library.

You sat at the table and pulled out your binder and textbook to start on some of the homework your science teacher assigned. You started to work, but also started to struggle. You couldn't focus. Your mind was blank. No thoughts, no feelings, no emotions, nothing. Just emptiness. You knew what this was, but your brothers didn't. You knew you had some kind of depression and anxiety, not as bad as it could be, but its not something that you think will just pass in a few days, or even weeks. No... this has been with you for probably about 6 months and your brothers don't suspect a thing. You want to keep it that way too. You don't want to have to be even more of a burden and have your brothers worry even more, so you kept quiet. You wiped away your tears and sat up straight, and attempted to finish your work.

"Oh hey, y/n." Dean said, walking into the motel room in his FBI suit.

"Hey" you mumbled back, not wanted to talk.

"You okay, bug?" He said with concern in his voice.

"Yeah, just tired." You used the lie that everyone uses, not putting in any effort to make up a different lie.

"You always say that. That's not true is it? You're not actually tired, are you?" Crap... he's catching on...

"Uhh, no, I'm really just tired. I swear." Now your anxiety was coming into play. You don't know how he'd act if he found out.

"Don't lie to me. I know something's wrong. There's been something off about you for a while now. You know you can talk to me and Sam, right? We're here for you."

"Yeah, I know I can talk to y'all, but it's hard to sometimes." I'm just gonna get it over with and tell him. What could go wrong, right?

"I know what you mean. When I got out of Hell, I refused to talk about it. But then Sam reminded me that we're family and we're here to take care of each other. So, y/n, please tell me what's going on."

"You really want to know what's upsetting me?"

"Yeah, I really do. I wanna make sure that you're okay."

"I think I'm a burden to you and Sammy. I feel like I'm just in the way. You always worry about me and you take care of me and make sure I'm getting good grades and eating and getting sleep but you shouldn't have to. You shouldn't have to worry about me. I don't matter. Not like you two do. You two have saved the world more times than I can count and I know that you'll continue to do so until you breathe your final breath. But me, I don't do anything. I sit here, in the motel room doing homework or something that has absolutely nothing to do with the case." You were almost sobbing by now, while Dean watched you rant with tears in his green eyes.

"Y/n... that's not true. None of th-" He started to talk, but you cut him off.

"No! Don't lie to me! Don't pity me and tell me that it's not true when you know it is!" You hated being pitied. It made you feel worse about yourself.

"Y/n! Calm down and let me talk." You knew he only yelled to get you to calm down, so you weren't worried that he was mad.

"O-okay." You wiped your tears with your sleeve and and tried to control you breathing as both of you walk over and sit on one of the beds. Dean wraps his arm around, you and you feel of his tears land on the top of your head. He's crying... because he cares.

"Y/n, you are not a burden. Not even close. I think I can say that you are the best thing that has ever happened to both me and Sam, okay? We worry about you because we want what's best for you. We make sure you get good grades so that you can go to college and do something with your life. If Sammy was here, I know he'd tell you the same exact thing. And believe it or not, me and Sammy have talked about it. You going to a good school and everything."

You look up at him when he said this. "Really?"

"Yeah, we both agreed that we want you to get through highschool and go to a good college. We want you to get a good job, find a guy that we approve of, and mabye even have a couple kids. We want you to get out of this life y/n. That's why we never ask you to go on hunts or help with a case, because we dont want you to get even the slightest bit involved more than you already are. You deserve better than this, y/n."

You shocked to say the least. You always thought that they didn't want you around, kr didn't want your help, but they just wanted better for you. If you were being honest, everything Dean just told sounds like Heaven to most hunters, but you're a Winchester, so you're not 'most hunters.' You would enjoy being out of this hunting life, but you know it won't happen. Again, you're a Winchester, so no matter what you do or where you go, something will follow. Knowing this, you make a sudden decision.

"Dean, we both know that won't be possible. Trouble follows us wherever we go and no matter what we do, we wouldn't be able to get them to leave us alone. It sounds lovely, having an apple pie life, but it won't happen. Instead, I want to help. I want to help save the world with you guys. I want to train, to do research, and to go on hunts with y'all."

Dean looks at you with sad eyes, knowing tjat you're right. You won't be able to have such luxury because of what you do and what your father dragged the three (more like four but they forgot Adam ) of you into.

"You're right, but we just want what's best for you. We want to make sure that you stay safe at all times. We want you to be protected."

"I know, Dean. That's why you and Sammy can train me, and show to do things. I can start by helping Sam with research and you can teach me how to you a pistol and a rifle, and we'll start out with the little things. Then, eventually, I'll be able to go on hunts with y'all."

"I can't make any promises, ans don't get too excited, but I can talk to Sam and see what he thinks about your little plan. I don't thinks it's that bad of an idea, but me and Sammy have to agree, okay?"

You don't have much to say anymore due to the fact that you just let everything that you kept bottled up for a while out, so you simply say "Thank you" and hug him tighter than you have in a while, and bury you face into his neck, feeling safe in your brother's arms.

THE END

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ugyeoms · 6 years

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Night//Yuta Scenario

Title: Night

Word Count: 7.6k+

Paring: Yuta x Reader

Plot: When an old family friend gets you to come to a street race, the racing is nothing compared to the intriguing boy behind the wheel. (Street racer!au)

A/N: It’s finally here!!! This took me almost a whole week to write, and it’s literally the longest fic I’ve written! I have no idea where this idea came from, I just kind of thought of it and started typing, and here we are! Feedback is much appreciated, and I hope you all enjoy!

The resonated ringing of the doorbell startles you slightly, breaking the steady silence of your home. Your mother had warned you that the Lee’s were coming over and that they may not be home in time to answer to them immediately, but you couldn’t help but hope she’d be wrong. Originally, you had wanted to stay home at your apartment, but when your mom asked you to join the family for dinner you just didn’t have the heart to say no. A heavy surge of nerves fill your body as you make your way to the front door. Your family has been close friends with Lee’s for years, but you always couldn’t help but dread the meetings of you and their son Taeyong. The two of you were close when you were younger, but as the both of you aged, Taeyong fell into his own hobbies, as did you. The crowd Taeyong managed to get himself into was never one you saw yourself getting involved with. Weekends, sometimes even week days, that consisted of going out at night and staying out for the remainder was just not your type of scene. It didn’t necessarily matter anyway, you had your friends and he had his. The two of you were always polite with one another when your families got together, that is if he even decided to show up. It’s always a hit or miss with Taeyong; you either see him, or you don’t. Hopefully, for your sake, today would be one of the days that you didn’t.

“Y/n! It’s so great to see you, how has everything been?” Mrs. Lee questions, pulling you in for a hug as soon as you open the door, behind her standing her husband and none other than Taeyong.

“Oh I’ve been ok, how about you all?” You answer, stepping aside to let the family into the house. “And my parents should be home soon, they were just on their way home from shopping a bit ago.”

“That’s alright. And we’ve been well! I feel like it’s been such a long time since we’ve last seen you, you’ve grown so much!” responds Mrs. Lee after taking a seat on the couch, her as well as her two other family members eyes fixated on you.

“I know! Can I get you guys some drinks or anything?” You ask, hoping to escape into the kitchen to avoid further awkward small talk.

“Just some water would be great.” She smiles at you, and you nod, thankful for your ticket out of the somewhat awkward situation. Daring to spare a quick glance a Taeyong, you briskly turn around and enter the kitchen once his eyes meet yours. It’s to your utter relief when your front door opens and you hear the familiar sound of your parents’ voices greeting your guests. Quickly getting a glalss and filing it with water, you turn around to leave the kitchen before a startled gasp escapes your throat when you’re met with Taeyong’s presence. The two of you both look down when you hear water splash on to the floor tiles, your initial shock causing you to spill some of the drink.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you...” He starts, trailing off at the end of the sentence. He doesn’t move his head but instead looks up at you only with his eyes, sending a unintentional shiver down your spine. Even though you know it means nothing, Taeyong’s always had this dark, entrancing vibe about him, and you can’t help but be affected by it sometimes. Right now is no exception.

“It’s fine.” You muster up a slight smile and then go to walk by him to bring his mother the water.

“Y/n, wait.” He orders, causing you to immediately halt in your steps and turn around to face him once again.

“I just wanted to ask if you wanted to accompany me to this... thing tonight?” He says, pausing towards the end of his question as he tries to decide on what to say.

“What kind of thing, and where is this coming from?” You ask, curiosity overcoming your mind, as this is the first time Taeyong has ever invited you out somewhere. Hell, it’s the first time Taeyong has even asked you a legitimate question in years. Taeyong, quietly observing the bewildered look on your face, takes a second to try and come up with a reasonable explanation.

“Well we, we being my friends and I, need a girl...” Taeyong trails off, looking up to watch your reaction. Your eyes widen, completely thrown off and kind of disturbed by his statement, your thoughts going to dark place. Immediately understanding your reaction, Taeyong starts waving his hands.

“No, no it’s not like that I promise. We need you to... host this event for us.” says Taeyong, slightly cringing at his choice of words. He now realizes it’s clear to you both that he’s working his way around the legitimate topic with his wording.

“Why do I feel like ‘hosting’ is not what I think it is?” You question, slightly worried for his response but too intrigued to stop inquiring him for answers.

“Ok I guess I’ll just be blunt. We need a flag girl.” He says. A scoff leaves your mouth as you go to return to bringing the glass of water to the living room. However, a rough hand wraps around the wrist of your free hand before you can even leave the room.

“I’m being serious y/n! Look, there’s gonna be this huge street race a few towns over tonight, and one of the racers is one of my best friends. This race is gonna be huge, and the original flag girl just bailed, so we need someone quick.” He explains to you with dreadful eyes.

“Illegal street racing Taeyong? Seriously?” You retort, street racing being the absolute last thing you’d assume Taeyong to be speaking about.

“I know it sounds crazy but look, they’ll pay you good money since it’s such a big race and you’re filling in so last minute. And if you’re afraid of getting caught, that rarely ever happens. Even if it did, you’d have me and I promise I won’t let you get in trouble.” begs Taeyong, his pleading eyes never leaving your own. The idea invokes some rush of excitement from inside of you. It’s no secret that street races happen, but you’d never even imagined ever going to one; let alone being the flag girl. There’s this one small voice in the back of your mind, screaming at you to be rational. Street racing is illegal, and Taeyong isn’t exactly someone you should trust with your safety, since you’ve barely spoken to him over the past few years; however, you can’t help think that if you don’t take up this opportunity thats right in front of you, you’re going to regret it in the future. Taeyong, taking your silence as a cue to keep convincing, tries to persuade you once again.

“I promise that it’ll only be this one time. You don’t even have to tell anyone your name if you don’t want to, it’ll have no ties to you whatsoever.” He continues.

“I’ll do it.” You calmly respond, looking down at his hand on your wrist and signaling for him to remove it.

“You will!?” He asks, his face lighting up in both shock and excitement. You do realize he’s just using you because you’re a girl and with him at the moment, but you decide to tell yourself that you’re doing this for you. Something like this is more than enough to push you out of your usual comfort zone, and that’s something to look forward to.

“What time do we have to go?” You ask, assuming his question to be rhetorical. Your heart is racing at the mere thought of the remainder of the night, being that this is your absolute first time doing something like this.

“Well, the race starts at midnight, but we’ll have to get there like an hour early to help out my friend and stuff.” He states, eyes still wide open at you willingly agreeing to participate.

“Midnight?!” You respond.

“Well we can’t exactly do it in the light of day...” He says giggling. Giggling. It makes you wonder how someone who looks as ruthless as Taeyong and who apparently attends street races regularly can sound so cute and look so intimidating at the same time. Maybe there was some of the younger Taeyong left in there.

“Look you go get dressed for the race ok? All white and tight is preferable but if you have to bend that rule a little it won’t matter.” He nods at you.

“We’ll have to stop at my apartment then, i’m not going to have any clothes like that in the old room I have here.” You tell him.

“That’s fine, we’ll just have to leave now then.” He responds.

“Now?! But what about our parents?” You question, completely forgetting that you somehow had to explain to your parents why you and Taeyong were randomly leaving together without making it seem awkward.

“Y/n, it’s fine I already told them that we’re leaving. Come on let’s go” He says, walking out of the kitchen and signaling for you to follow him. The two of you bid goodbyes to your slightly suspicious parents and make your way to your apartment. Taeyong waits in the living room while you go to your room to change.

A flag girl’s normal attire doesn’t really coincide with anything you own, so you just grab the tightest white clothes you have and try to make it work. Looking in the mirror, you feel nervous, yet you simultaneously feel a surge of confidence. Breaking out of your normal comfort zone was always something you strived to do. This was never the way you thought things would pan out, but you’re not complaining. A knock sounds at your door, and you take a deep breath before you walk over and open it. Taeyong opens his mouth to speak, but is rendered completely speechless once he takes a look at you. His eyes rake down your form not so discretely, and he’s gulping before he looks up and actually meets your eyes.

“Wow y/n, you look perfect.” He breathes out.

“Thanks! You’re sure it’s not too much?” You ask, turning away from him to look into the mirror once again.

“Nope, definitely not too much. It’s great.” He says, looking around your room so he doesn’t stare at you too much. “Are you ready to go? It’s a bit of a drive...” He trails off.

“Yeah, I guess. Let me just fix up my hair and makeup. How far is it?” You question, glancing over to the time to see it’s about 9:30.

“It’s about an hour and a half from here so, if we getting going now we should have a little over an hour to prep before the race.” He tells you. Simply nodding in response, you scurry around your room to finish getting yourself together and then you and Taeyong leave your apartment.

It’s pitch black outside the windows of the car except for the few street lights and minute amount of people out. The further you drove from home the less amount of people there were. It was almost an eery silence while the two of you sat in the car. Here you are, almost a little past 10pm on a Friday night, going to a street race with a guy you’ve known your whole life, but barely know at the same time. This odd sense of trust that you feel for him worries you slightly, but deep down you’re positive Taeyong wouldn’t let you get hurt. It can’t be that dangerous anyway, it’s only a street race, and it’s not like you’re going to be the one in the car.

“So, do you want to know who you’ll be starting the race for?” Taeyong suddenly asks, sparking conversation.

“That’d probably be best.” You laugh, turning to look at him. Taeyong is clearly relaxed while driving, switching between using both hands and one hand to maneuver the wheel. It’s possible that’s why Taeyong enjoys going to these races so much.

“Well my best friend who is competing is named Johnny, Johnny Seo. He’s originally from America and is one of the best street racers of our time.” Taeyong starts off, a proud glint in his eye when he mentions his friend.

“How the hell did you manage to meet him?” You ask, appalled that Taeyong, the boy you’ve known all of your life, is such close friends with someone of that reputation.

“Well, when he moved here a couple of years ago the two of us went to the same high school and hit it off. We started going to races together in our first year, and by our last year Johnny was out racing with me as his right hand man. A few years later, and he’s already become one of the best there is.” Taeyong finishes with a smile. You are able to see the true sentiment and meaning behind it and can’t help but smile in return.

“So do you get in the car with him?!” You question, finding yourself more and more intrigued over the topic.

“I mean yeah sometimes, but most of the time it’s just him. Street racing is a risk, and the driver has to be willing to take it. Plus, I definitely won’t be in the car with him for this race.” He responds.

“Why not?” You question.

Taeyong pauses a second before he answers. “This race, Johnny will be racing against Nakamoto Yuta.”

“Yuta?” You repeat, wondering what could be so special about this Yuta.

“Yes, Yuta. He’s from Japan and is the greatest street racer to date. He’s never lost a race. None of us here have ever even seen him before because he normally doesn’t come to smaller towns like this. However, he heard about Johnny and was determined to race him. That’s why tonight is so important. One of the best against t h e best. The bets for this one are crazy.” Taeyong finishes. Just the mere thought of Yuta manages to send a shiver down your spine.

“He’s never lost?” You gulp, feeling nervous for Johnny regardless of the fact that you haven’t even met him yet.

“Never lost. So if Johnny wins, it’s a huge, huge deal with tons of money and fame.” Taeyong explains.

“What do you think is going to happen?” You question, turning to him as he takes his eyes off of the road to meet your eyes for a moment.

“I know I want Johnny to win.” And that’s all he says before turning back to face the road, so you deem that the end of the conversation. Small doubtful thoughts are beginning to flood your mind. Clearly, this race is an extremely big deal. It just doesn’t seem like the place for you to make your “flag girl debut”. Of course it’s not that difficult of a job, all you have to is stand there and wave the flag to signal for them to go, but with such a weight hanging over this race, you can’t help but feel too out of place. The remainder of the car ride is silent after the end of that conversation, and you two eventually arrive at the race location. Before the two of you are even able to step out of the car, a boy with light reddish brown hair is making his way over to the car, pulling Taeyong out and giving him a hug.

“Finally, you’re here! I’m so nervous dude.” Johnny says, aspirated from running over to the car so quickly.

“Johnny don’t be too nervous. You’re one of the best racers right now, you have a really great chance of taking home the gold here.” Taeyong reassures him, grabbing both of his shoulders and giving him a little shake. Johnny stands tall, a significant amount taller than Taeyong, and at first glance you can see people believing him to be intimidating. However, you can tell by the immediate hug to Taeyong that Johnny is a nice guy. Johnny lets out a heavy sigh and then sets his sights upon you.

“You must be y/n”. He starts, reaching out to shake your hand. “Thank you so much for agreeing to do this on such short notice, we would’ve been ruined if it weren’t for you.”

“Of course, it’s no problem! I can’t wait to see the race!” You answer him with a smile, to which he sends right back.

“I’m sure Taeyong has updated you on everything right?” He asks, to which you answer him with a nod. “Well, I’m just hoping for the best. Let’s go set up the car.” He says, signaling for you and Taeyong to follow him.

The low murmur of the crowd creates a diluted noise among the space, but from the way it’s set up, it’s obvious not too many people have arrived yet. Johhny leads the both of you through the area to his car, which is about a block from where the starting point is so that he can have his flashy ‘entrance’ when he first drives up. The three of you are approaching the car when you are suddenly stopped by a small, cute looking guy.

“Hi, I’m Sicheng! Or if you don’t know me by that name, I’m Yuta’s right hand man Winwin! You’re Johnny correct?” Winwin asks, practically bursting with energy.

“That’s me...” Johnny trails off, clearly intimidated by the adorable looking boy solely at the mention of the name Yuta.

“Great! Ok Yuta, it’s him!” Winwin calls out. At his announcement, a male figure is stepping out of the car, that none of you noticed, parked across the street. His whole walk over seems as if it is happening in slow motion. The man is tall, has a broad frame just like Johnny, but is on the thinner side while still having muscular body. The first thing you see as he comes closer is his dark hair, which looks to be a deep, pitch black. It’s long in length, but styled in the most attractive way. His jawline is strong, and the closer he gets, the more you are able to see the prominent, smug smirk present on his face. The wind blows through his hair at just the right speed, and you could swear that the view came straight out of a movie. Finally he reaches the four of you, and you have to stop yourself from dropping your jaw in complete and utter amazement. This is no joke the most attractive man you have seen. Yuta’s eyes quickly scan over the three of you, before they decide to make a surprising stop on none other than you.

“Hello gorgeous.” He smirks, eyeing you with such an intense gaze you swear you feel you knees click. “I’m assuming you will be the one initiating the race this evening?”

You frantically search for the words, any words that you could think of to say in response, but you can seriously say that his looks have managed to render you absolutely speechless. Thankfully, right as you open your mouth to try and spit out anything to respond, Taeyong saves you the embarrassment by answering with a small, yet assertive “Yes she is.”

Yuta spares a quick annoyed look at Taeyong before averting his attention back to you. “Well, aren’t we lucky. I’ve heard this is your first time?” He asks you, refusing to break eye contact no matter how much you internally pray to be set free from his sharp gaze. A shiver runs it’s way down your spine when you realize he knows that this is your first time. You don’t fully understand why that makes you nervous, but you believe it has something to with the fact that he’s Yuta.

“Yes...” You trail off, your voice slightly scratchy from your slacked jaw and lack of speaking.

“A pretty voice for a pretty girl. Well, I just wanted to inform you that I’m absolutely honored to be the first street race win that you witness.” He says with blatant confidence. At this response, not only are you totally baffled, but Johnny and Taeyong are downright floored by his confidence as well. At the lack of answer, Yuta finally averts his attention to Johnny and Taeyong.

“Johnny, correct?” Yuta asks nodding his head towards him. Johnny solely nods, rendered unable to respond just as you were before.

“Good luck.” He tells him, before smirking, sending you one last look with a glint in his eye, and walking away. All three of you watch in amazement as he walks away, Winwin following frantically in his footsteps. It almost feels as if you were just speaking to royalty. The absence of his presence is heavy. Taeyong is the first one brave enough to break the silence.

“What the hell was that?!” He exclaims, utterly perplexed by the encounter.

“I don’t think I’ve ever met someone that full of themselves in my life.” Johnny declares, him and Taeyong still looking at each other in complete surprise. Just then, as if he immediately remembered that you were there, Taeyong turns to face you. The dazed look overcoming your features is a dead giveaway to the effect Yuta had on you, and Taeyong looks back towards Johnny and scoffs.

“Don’t tell me that you find that jerk attractive?” Taeyong scoffs in disbelief. Taeyong is right, Yuta was extremely cocky, but that confidence somehow just made him all the more appealing to you. Besides, it’s not like his cockiness was there without good reason, the guys never lost a race in his life. Your eyes find themselves facing the car across the street once again, the brilliant red of Yuta’s car still managing to stand out in the depths of the night. Inside, you see two figures, undoubtably Yuta and Sicheng. The eye contact shocks you at first, with you wondering how Yuta managed to catch you staring from a fairy decent distance away at night time, but your legs almost give out from under you when he does none other than send you a wink, before rejoining his prior conversation with Sicheng. Taeyong follows your gaze at your lack of answer to his question and once again let’s out a distinguished noise of disbelief.

“Come on, let’s go.” He demands, grabbing your hand and forcing your gaze away from the opponent, clearly angered by Yuta’s effect on you. Taeyong walks you over to a large black duffle bag before finally letting go of your wrist. The only sound present is the muffled noise of the objects in the bag, but other than that, all surroundings are still eerily silent.

“Here’s your flag.” Taeyong tells you while handing it to you. “You have to introduce the racers, and then all you have to do is say “On your mark, get set, go” in a dramatic manner and wave the flag when, ok?”

“Got it.” You nod.

“Oh and make sure to ignore anyone who starts asking you to bet money, you don’t want to get involved with that stuff.” Taeyong says, not waiting for you to respond before he walks back towards Johnny. His sudden coldness affects your mood slightly, but you figure it’s within reason since you did just ogle over his best friend’s biggest competitor thus far. Johnny and Taeyong then continue to finish all of the tedious preparations, while you try to get Yuta’s smirk out of your mind.

Before you know it, the race is about to begin. Your palms feel sweaty as you set forward to step out in the middle of the two race cars. Dozens of peoples eyes are set on you as you stop in the center. The heavy gazes of the crowd succeed in making you ever so slightly uncomfortable, but with a thumbs up and a small smile from Taeyong is all you are able to comfortably get started.

“First up we have racing newcomer, Johnny Seo!” You announce. Johnny rolls up in his bright blue car, cheers erupting from the crowd at the sight.

“Second, we have the most famous racer right now, the undefeated Nakamoto Yuta!” Louder cheers erupt as Yuta pulls up in his bright red car, his window open as he sends smiles to the crowd. After a minute or so of waiting for the crowd to be prepared, you start the race.

“On your mark, get set, go!” You yell, swiping the flag down. The two engines rev obnoxiously loudly before taking off at insane speed. Everyone watches in awe as the two cars disappear into the night, leaving only a large whiff of smoke in their place.

“That was great y/n!” Taeyong yells, running up to you. “You didn’t look nervous at all!”

“Oh that’s great, considering I was sort of petrified!” You answer with a smile. “How long do you think it will be before the race is over?”

“Like five minutes tops.” He responds. Certain subtle movements display how blatantly nervous Taeyong is for his friend. It’s obvious how much he wants Johnny to succeed, the shaking of his pupils and the twiddling of his hands revealing his doubts.

“Don’t worry too much Taeyong, I’m sure Johnny will do great. Even if he doesn’t win the race, it’s honor enough that he’s gotten this far.” You pat his shoulder trying to console him. You realize that isn’t the best advice, but you just wanted to get something out their to try and ease Taeyong’s nerves. He was worrying you.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Johnny was never really in it for the fame anyway.” Taeyong lets out a small grin, looking into off to the dark road where the cars drove off. “It would be really awesome if he won though.”

Giggling at his additional sentence, you sigh and follow his gaze towards the empty road. Though Johnny is an incredible racer, he’s the underdog in the current situation. Rooting for the underdog is almost like an unspoken rule, it’s just what’s done; however, you can’t help but wonder what it’d be like to see Yuta win. It’s truly startling how strong of an impression Yuta was able to make within only a minute or so of meeting you. His angelic face, but sinful smirk is still engraved into your thoughts, having not left your mind from the first moment you were met with it. There was no doubt in your mind that Yuta was just another careless flirt, too full of himself to care about who he’s even hitting on; but, the fact that he knew your name managed to throw you on a loop. It’s totally possible he could’ve just been asking around without any interior motive, but it didn’t stop the shiver from running down your spine as soon as your name left his alluring lips.

The frantic cheering around you continues long after the two cars are gone, and continues right up until they return, not dying down once. The rev of one car engine is heard in the distance, and not to your surprise, the car is red. A gush of wind pushes past your body as Yuta’s car passes through the finish line and you throw your flag down ending the race. Cheers sound throughout the crowd of people as Johnny rolls up barely even 3 seconds after. People are exchanging mountainous amounts of money between one another, some people looking devastated and others beaming. As soon as Yuta steps out of his car, he’s surrounded by fans, numerous amounts of them congratulating him on another consecutive win. On the other side of the road, Johnny is pulled into an immediate embrace by Taeyong. A few pats on the back and encouraging words are shared between them before Johnny is walking back to the finish line. Yuta follows suit, still smug as ever as his hoard of fangirls follow him back to the finish line. When Johnny grabs your hand, you make sure to give it a slight squeeze of reassurance, to which he returns with a small smile. When Yuta grabs your hand, he makes it a point to intertwine your fingers together, shamelessly smirking when you look down at your hands slightly shocked. The crowd waits with vigorous amounts of energy cheering with ardor as you lift Yuta’s hand to officially deem him the winner of the race.

“It was an honor to win in front of you, y/n.” Yuta says when you release both of competitors hands. After that he reaches in front of you, his arm just inches away from touching your body, and shakes Johnny’s hand. “Very close race my friend. I must admit that I’m impressed. Nicely done.”

Johnny simply nods in response and then says “Congratulations man, you deserve it.” At that Johnny walks off to go speak to Taeyong again, leaving you alone with Yuta for the time being.

“Impressive right?” He asks, still not leaving your personal space.

“Extremely.” You answer flirtatiously, turning to look at him to see that his eyes are already on you.

“How would you like to go out and celebrate?” He proposes with a wink, his eyes not leaving your face for a second. Considering his offer for a second, you realize his idea of celebrating and your idea of celebrating are most likely two completely different things; so, you decide to slightly play along.

“Is that what you ask all of your flag girls?” You challenge, watching as his eyebrow quirks up at your unexpected response.

“Only you love, I assure you.” He challenges back, knowing that his response will choke you up a bit. “I’m only proposing we go out and party for a bit, nothing too crazy I swear.”

“I don’t know... parties aren’t really my type of scene.” You start. “And I really should be heading back home with Taeyong...” You trail off, breaking out of your character immediately and realizing that you’re digging really deep inside of yourself to find any excuse to not go out with this inhumanely gorgeous man. The worst part is you don’t know if it’s because you’re too scared, or you’re afraid you’re too willing.

“What is he your boyfriend or something?” Yuta questions, his gaze heavy set on your eyes, trying to get you to make eye contact.

“No, he’s not...” You trail off once again, trying to quick wittily muster up some sort of rebuttal.

“Perfect! Then I’ll be sending Sicheng home and then we’ll be leaving to go to the bar, ok? I’ll be back here in a few.” Yuta winks, before leaving you there to be shocked at your own inability to answer.

“Hey y/n, ready to go? Me and Johnny are going to chill at his place if you wanna come.” Taeyong asks, approaching you. Guilt starts consuming your body as you realize who you’re doing. Taeyong is the person who brought you to this whole event in the first place, you can’t just ditch him and Johnny to go partying with the guy Johnny lost the race against. You had to come up with something quick.

“Actually, a ton of people were going to this bar to celebrate the win... I know Johnny may not exactly feel up to going... but?” You ask, cringing at the fact that literally inviting the two of them was the best idea you could come up with.

“Yeah I don’t know about that y/n, but you’re welcome to go if you really want to. Are you sure you’ll be able to get home? I promised your parents I wouldn’t get you into a dangerous situation...” He asks sweetly, and for a moment there you see the original Taeyong from when you were children. The one who would always insist on taking care of you no matter what.

“I can always call an Uber or something, don’t worry Tae.” You respond, feeling shy and looking down at your feet.

“Ok... just text me if you need anything, alright?” You nod in response and watch as Taeyong begins to walk away.

“Wait!” You yell out, causing him to turn around and face you once again.

“Thank you for tonight Taeyong, really. It turned out to be more than I ever could’ve imagined and I’ve had a great time.” You tell him with a smile.

Your confession has him smiling in return. “Of course y/n. You’re welcome anytime.” He responds, before turning around and meeting back up with Johnny. “Text me when you get home!” Adds Taeyong quickly, to which you respond a nod.

“Ready to go?” The sultry voice of Yuta asks you from behind.

You nod, turning around to face him as he takes your hand in his and leads you towards his car. The already frantic beating of your heart begins a quicker pace as his larger hand engulfs your smaller one. It’s almost completely silent since the whole crowd has just about left by now, excluding a few bystanders who were still talking with friends. Yuta opens the door of the passenger side, waiting for you to get inside before entering the vehicle himself. The masculine scent of his cologne floods your mind as you enter the car, jaw slacked in awe as you observe the expensive interior of the model. Moonlight reflects off of the sparkling leather seats, shining onto Yuta’s face at the perfect angle. The small electric numbers reading 1:00am are all that illuminates the inside of the car besides the sliver of light provided from the moon, but the darkness brings you a sense of calmness. Yuta begins driving wordlessly. It seems as he is following the straight road for as long as it could go, not turning anywhere where there seems to be civilization. A minor voice in your mind is reprimanding you for getting into the car with a stranger in the wee hours of the morning, but oddly, you find yourself at peace. There’s something about the rush of the situation, that simply has you over the moon. Never would you have thought you’d be in the position that you are now earlier today. Tonight you decide to just go with the flow. Stepping out of your comfort zone has never been more real than it is right now, and if something this major is the first step to overcoming that obstacle, so be it.

“So, how’d you get yourself into this little predicament?” Yuta questions, breaking you of your thoughts.

“The flag girl thing?” You confirm, before continuing. “Well Taeyong’s family was over my house tonight and he asked me to fill in. I didn’t have anything better to do, so I just figured why not?”

“You’re close with his family?” Yuta asks, his eyes leaving the road to view your expression for a second before facing forward again.

“Well our parents are close, but I haven’t been too close with him since we were kids...” You trail off, wondering why Yuta is suddenly asking you all of these questions, or more so what has you answering all of these personal questions.

“Interesting.” Yuta nods. He turns the wheel of the car and pulls over on the side of the street. Unbuckling his seatbelt, he spares a look over to you before leaving the car.

“Ready?” He asks.

“What happened to the bar...?” You trail off, looking around at your surroundings only to see that the two of you are actually in the middle of nowhere.

“Yeah, I wasn’t really feeling the bar. I decided it’d be cool if I took you to my secret place instead.” He responds, getting out of the car before you get a chance to speak and walking over to your side to open the door.

“Secret place? But aren’t you from Japan?” You ask, confused as to how he’s able to know the area so well.

“I’m from Japan, but I come here often enough that I know the area and have a place to stay here.” He says, grabbing your hand in his and helping you out of the car. “Ever went star gazing?”

Looking up in response to his question, you see that the sky above you is lit immensely with stars. The sight is so magnificent, it manages to take your breath away.

“I haven’t been in years...” You say, unable to think of anything else to say while staring at such a spectacular sight.

“Well then, today’s your lucky day.” He tells you, pulling a blanket out of his car and placing it on the grass. “Come sit.”

Taking a seat next to him, you place your arms behind you to lounge your body so that you’re facing the sky at a comfortable position. Crickets chirping and the additional average noises of the night are all that’s sounding around you. Looking over at Yuta, you find him in the same position as you, his face once again lit up by the reflection of the moon. He was truly ethereal.

“How did you find this place?” You ask, your initial awe still incapable of leaving your body.

“Like I said, I know the area.” He starts. “It’s nice to escape sometimes.”

“Escape?” You respond, hoping that he’d understand your desire for elaboration. Yuta waits until he responds, as if he’s considering what he should and shouldn’t tell you.

“It’s all a facade y/n.” He begins, turning to face you before he continues on. “I act like a cocky douche bag all of the time, but that’s not who I really am.” Your gaze follows one of his hands to observe him picking at the grass. “I don’t race for the popularity, the girls, the money, it’s nothing like that. Sure it’s a job, but the real reason I race is the rush.” He finishes, emphasizing ‘rush’ with a flick of a strain of grass off of his finger. His confession shocks you, both the meaning behind it and the fact that he’s telling you this at all.

“Why fake it?” You ask, intrigued to learn more about the real story behind Nakamoto Yuta. He’s only began to tell you a fraction of it but you’re already yearning to hear more.

“Is it odd if I accustom the faking it to being part of the rush as well?” He questions, looking at you with a smile. “It’s almost as if I’m an actor playing a character. I get to do what I love without exploiting myself to the negatives of it.” He pauses for a second and then turns back to the stars. “One shouldn’t race for the money or the attention, they should race to race. I wasn’t kidding when I told your friend that I was impressed, I could tell his main priority was just enjoying the flow of things.”

“What’s the rush of racing to you?” You inquire, the desire to learn more almost itching at you.

“Racing... is like... my own personal high. Driving at speeds of such intense, dangerous measure and trying to get to the finish line, doesn’t only help clear my mind, it helps replenish my well-being. When I was younger, my family life wasn’t the best. My mom left, my dad was an alcoholic, and I worked a two jobs. Once I had enough money, I bought my first car. And that beat up old car was all I had was all I had. It was my only escape, and it stuck until this day.” Finishes Yuta.

At first you don’t know what to respond. Yuta’s history was much deeper and much more meaningful than you had expected, and it almost makes you feel unworthy of hearing all of this. The two of you had just met and you can’t help but wonder what inclined him to share such a deep part of his life with you.

“Why did you decide to tell me this?” You decide to ask, praying that it doesn’t come off the wrong way. Luckily, Yuta seems to understand where you’re coming from.

“I don’t know to be completely honest with you.” He says, looking at you with a fond smile. “There’s something about you y/n, you’re just... intriguing. As soon as I saw you I thought you were gorgeous, obviously; however, I could tell how nervous you were to be at the race... it clearly wasn’t your usual hangout. So I asked around, found out your name, and decided to approach you. And I’m very happy I did, because I’m still just as intrigued now as I was around two hours ago.” He says, his body moving closer towards yours in what he tries to pass off as a casual manner.

“I’m happy you did too.” You respond, leaning into his hold.

Looking up, you are met with his eyes looking down at you, the sudden strong eye contact chilling. “Can I...” His asks as he looks down at your lips.

You nod slightly, staying still as he slowly closes the space in between the both of you. Your lips are soft against his as he takes control of the kiss. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer into his hold. The kiss starts getting messier, both of you becoming more frantic with your actions. Yuta bites down on your bottom lip harshly, eliciting a mewl from your lips. He groans in response, your noise affecting his desire in magnificent ways. His hands start to trail down your body further, to the point where he’s practically holding your ass, then he starts to lay you down on the blanket. Placing his hands on either side of your head, Yuta holds himself over you, never disconnecting his lips from yours. Your hands are tangled into his hair, tugging at the hair on nape of his neck whenever something he does feels particularly pleasant. The mixture of your tiny moans and his groaning fills the air until you both have to pull away to breathe. He doesn’t go far, but instead stays directly in front of your face, his frantic breathing prominent.

“I didn’t mean for that to go that far.” His whispers, his breathing still heavily erratic.

“Do you regret it?” You gain the confidence to flirt, a small smirk making it’s way on to your face.

“Not at all.” He smirks in response, leaning in to kiss you yet again. This time however, it is only a quick peck on the lips.

“Thank you.” You tell him.

“For what?” He questions, resting his head on his arm so that he could face you.

“For tonight. I never usually do things like this ever, but I couldn’t have even imagined it would turn out like this.” You answer slightly flustered.

“It’s my pleasure.” He responds, intertwining your hand in his. “Besides you did just listen to my whole life history.” He laughs, to which you respond. “It’s getting late, you know.” He says, a glint present in his eyes.

“Yeah, I should probably get home...” You trail off, realizing that it must be almost 3 o’clock in the morning right now.

“Lets go pretty, we don’t want you getting home too late, now do we?” He smirks, holding his hand out to help you up.

The two of you fold up the blanket and get back into his car, preparing for the decently long drive ahead of you. Once your seatbelt is buckled, Yuta hands you his phone. You look at him with a cocked eyebrow, as if to ask him why he just handed you his cellphone.

“I don’t want this to be... you know... the last time we meet up like this.” He confesses, almost shyly.

“Did famous street racer Nakamoto Yuta just ask me for my number?” You mock in an annoying voice, eliciting a laugh from him.

“Famous street racer Nakamoto Yuta just made out with you in an open field under the stars, him asking for your number shouldn’t be anywhere near as shocking.” He winks, making it your turn to blush at his words. He lets out a small laugh once he sees your reaction and places his hand behind your head to pull you in for a gentle kiss on the forehead. “Cute.” He says, before revving the car and starting the drive.

The majority of the car ride home is in silence, but a comfortable one. Music plays quietly in the background as you watch the objects in the window pass by. It has to be nearly 3:30 in the morning at this point, and you’ve never been so tired but so awake at the same time. You didn’t want to leave Yuta. This was the most fun you’ve had in an extremely long time, and if it were possible, you wouldn’t want this night to end. When you and Yuta pull up to your apartment, Yuta leans in to give you a full, but chaste kiss once more.

“I’ll text you.” he smiles, placing a quick peck on your lips before pulling away and letting you get out of the car.

Walking up to your building, you turn around once you hear his engine and watch the car drive away into the darkness. A small smile makes its way onto your lips before you’re entering your apartment building. Once you make it inside, you go to shoot Taeyong a quick text just to let him know that everything’s ok. About a minute or so later, your text tone goes off; however, instead of Taeyong’s name it’s a random number.

xxx-xxx-xxxx: hey y/n, it’s yuta. coffee tomorrow?

Typing out a quick response, you throw your phone onto your bed, and start looking for what you’d like to wear on your coffee date tomorrow.

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FLIX FROM THE NET

Bird Box, 2018 (dir. Susanne Bier)

SPOILER WARNING THERE WILL BE SPOILERS DONT READ IF U HAVENT SEEN IT YET AND WANT TO

[TW: SUICIDE, MURDER, VIOLENCE, BLOOD, GORE]

well fuck its been a while!! happy new year y’all hope u had a Fun and Safe time!!! i for one was at a party where we started playing Shrek at exactly 10:39 PM to see if Smash Mouth’s hit song I’m a Believer started playing right at midnight and to my utter disbelief and elation it did!!! move over times square ball drop a new arbitrary way of celebrating the start of a new calendar year is here and it involves a large green monster with a scottish accent who really loves his onions (#me am i right ladies)

WELL ANYWAY heres a fun new series ive been thinking of starting cause ya girl watches a lot of netflix movies and has many opinions about them. i think i’ll do a separate post about the whole Netflix Original Film trend in general and how its changed the film industry at a later date but since i just watched the above movie not too long ago i wanted to get all my thoughts out there right fuckin now!!

netflix is without a doubt the OG king of streaming services, they were really the first to get the ball rolling and then dozens of other companies scrambled to latch onto this money train while it was rolling on the tracks full steam (or should i say.... stream EL;KGHS;EKFSH; please end me) ahead. it started out as a rental subscription service where u could pick out three movies at a time to rent and then they were sent to u in the mail (like blockbuster but now you never have to leave your house ever again to get that sweet sweet rental content). and then the decision was made to actually start online streaming, no physical DVD’s required! ISNT TECHNOLOGY GREAT

well whoooo boy this shit swept the nation, people couldnt get enough of such a convenient and relatively affordable service and netflix started really raking in the dough. and at some point they got rich enough to say “hey fuck it!!! lets make our own movies baby!!!!” and here we are now with Netflix Original Movies and TV Shows, which means a new player has entered the movie game in a very novel and innovative way. why pay money for a movie ticket and leave your house to go to a theater when cool new movies are being released on a subscription service u already own to watch movies you already know and enjoy? and then u can sit butt-ass naked in ur bedroom alone stuffing ur face with cheese puffs like an insatiable cheddar beast and see something new and fun and interesting

ok so. Bird Box. here we have a movie based off of a book (so i guess this also counts as a Book Movies review but I DIGRESS) starring hollywood powerhouse sandra bullock, featuring Supreme Lesbian Overlord Sarah Paulson and Resident Crazy Old Man John Malkovich, directed by a relatively unknown but competent female filmmaker Susanne Bier (who also directed Things We Lost in the Fire in 2007, a moving drama starring Halle Berry). this one definitely has a lot of proimse compared to what netflix has offered so far in terms of their original movies (im gonna get into Dumplin’ at a later date cause jesus christ what a mess) and i went in with pretty high expectations

did it deliver??? well uuhhhh yeah sort of i guess!! we got some pretty strong performances from our leading lady bullock who really does deliver it every time, a few strong supporting roles like newcomer Trevante Rhodes of Moonlight fame (his energy on screen is just so compelling and soothing), not overly obnoxious child actors which is really all u can ask for, and overall a solid story.

now heres where i gotta say that i couldnt help comparing this film to another movie of its kind, directed by the notorious M. Night Shyamalan. y’all remember The Happening? cause i remember The Happening. i remember that it was total shit and that the twist was that it was the fucking plants making everyone kill themselves. the PLANTS. and i also remember mark wahlbergs dumb-ass confused face that he used in every single shot no matter the context, im AMAZED i remember zoe deschanel in this movie cause she may as well have been one of the killer plants with how little she emoted, and i remember mark wahlberg yelling at a fake office ficus and apparently i was supposed to be scared while watching this clusterfuck.

the way that this movie was described to me by friends who had seen it before me was basically that Bird Box is a slightly better The Happening, and no truer words have ever been spoken. we basically have the same premise going on here: unknown force is causing people to off themselves, our lead(s) have to try and find a way to escape this unknown force without even knowing what it really is, and theres some sort of “sanctuary” they gotta try and get to (which is a common plot point in really all apocalyptic and post-apocalyptic films). now whereas The Happening’s rules for this scenario make entirely no fucking sense (how in the fuck are u supposed to be able to out-run WIND???), Bird Box has some rules for dealing with this Unknown Thing that make slightly more sense. when u open ur eyes while outside, the chance of the Thing making u kill urself in some horrific way is extremely high, so wear a blindfold when ur outside and keep all windows covered when ur inside. makes sense! thats something i can believe and get behind which makes me more immersed in the story!

unfortunately like The Happening there are still some little things that kinda dont make much sense and take u out of it. apparently some people when they see this unknown entity dont wanna die, but instead find it absolutely beautiful, which makes them want to make everyone else look at it to see how beautiful it is. and its insinuated that these people are mentally ill or have some sort of psychiatric issue. i get that this adds more stakes to the situation and ups the ante, but it doesnt really sit well with me that once again, mentally ill people are the villains in a horror-type story. and i also dont really understand why theyd then wanna go around and make other people see the thing?? unless the thing has them in a mind-control state or something and is making them do its bidding but that seems kind of a weird thing for an all-powerful evil formless entity to do.

and that leads me to the next issue i have with Bird Box. if ur gonna have an apocalyptic scenario where people do something as serious as kill themselves due to an unknown cause, it almost seems a little cliche and cheesy to have it be some sort of mythical celestial god-like or demon-like entity thats doing the damage. i actually really liked where The Happening was going with its source of all the chaos being something naturally made, like the Earth deploying some sort of self-preservation mechanism or something. the idea of that to me is actually loads more frightening than some invisible boogeyman that u cant look at. and then Shamalamadingdong had to go and make it stupid by saying that it was fucking plants trying to kill people by releasing pheromones or some shit. like why cant we have the best of both of these?? something naturally-occuring that maybe has even happened before in the planets history (maybe it wasnt a meteor that killed off the dinosaurs after all??), that isnt FUCKING PLANTS, and that doesnt do cheesy shit like make ur eyes turn grey and bloodshot and like whisper to u telling u to take ur blindfold off (i swear that happens multiple times it was pretty silly)

thats another thing, this movie’s tone is all over the place. there are some moments where a more light-hearted tone is needed to break up the tension, for sure, but it almost as if the writing and dialogue werent really taking this serious of a story as seriously as they should have. weirdly placed jokes are all over the place, there were some moments where the dialogue made me cringe cause it was so awkward. bullock’s character gets to have some good breakdown moments which help bring the tone to the level of somberness and despair it should be at, but all the other supporting characters dont really get the same space to process whats happening to them, so it kinda comes off like they arent really affected by, say, their wife throwing herself into a burning car right in front of their very eyes.

overall i’d still say this is a worthwhile watch, especially considering its a netflix movie. if you’ve ever wanted to see a not-as-horrible version of The Happening that has some deeper metaphorical stuff going on about motherhood and family and shit than this is for you. the production value is overall pretty solid (though when it comes to cinematography i actually prefer The Happening from an artistic standpoint) and sandra bullock knocks it out of the park. go check it out if this seems like something thats up ur alley!!

ok bye for now hopefully it doesnt take me six months to write another review but we’ll see!! my brain is a mystery and time is an illusion HAPPY 20-BI-TEEN Y’ALL

#curly q reviews #bird box #netflix #book movies #flix from the net #the happening #m night shyamalan #sandra bullock #sarah paulson #john malkovich #trevante rhodes #horror #thriller #movies #films #netflix original movies

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Airport Ballrooms | A Delayed Flight

so I don’t think I ever posted this there, and it reminded me that I need to post the rest of the chapters of LSS. but for those of you who haven’t come here from my ao3, here’s a little something I wrote back in January.

Summary: What happens when you hear a piano at 3 am?

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13332432

She hears it before she sees anything. Right as she exits the washroom, a song’s beginning is heard from a piano. As it proceeds, she finds that it’s vaguely familiar.

Coming into the open area where she’s been sitting and trying to nap for the past three hours, she sees that the formerly vacant piano is now occupied by a man whose fingers are gliding across the keys, his dark hair slipping over his brow. He looks like he might be about her age, although she’s not sure.

He’s very concentrated on his playing, so he doesn’t notice when she stands off to his left, watching. He ends the piece softly and when he looks up, he sees her and jumps, putting a hand to his chest.

“Jesus Christ! …almost gave me a heart attack there,” he laughs.

She smiles. “Sorry. That was really nice,” she says, gesturing to the keys. “What was it?”

He shrugs. “Just some good old Chopin.”

She nods. “Sounds familiar.”

“Did you recognize it?” He asks. “It’s one of his most famous pieces.”

“Yeah, kinda sounded like a lullaby or something.” She scrunches her nose. “Never mind.”

He hums. “No, I get what you mean, it has that quality to it,” he says, getting up and pushing the bench in. “What’s your name?”

For some reason, it’s at that moment that she notices he has freckles, although not many. “Jane Hopper, but I go by El. I like your freckles,” she unashamedly comments, then cringes. Fuck.

They start moving toward the seats where she left her luggage, and she sees that there are a few more bags nearby that must be his.

“Really?” He answers. “I used to have a lot more when I was younger, it’s kind of a side effect of aging that you lose freckles.”

“They’re cute.” She looks at her feet. Again? Seriously?

“Alright,” he chuckles. “If you say so, El.”

It’s then she remembers she hasn’t asked his name.

“Michael Wheeler, but no one except my parents call me Michael. Mike’s easier,” he says, tilting his head. “Were you on that flight to Indianapolis? I think it’s the only one that got delayed this late.”

She sits back where she’s been this entire time, and he sits next to her. They’ve just met, but it’s nice not to have to sit in an empty airport terminal at three in the morning by herself, chasing sleep she knows she’s not going to find. “Yeah, I’m going home. I was in Vegas at a speech pathology conference."

Mike grins. “Vegas, huh? What’s it like, hit up any casinos?”

El lays her head back. “I was there for work, so no. I guess I could have, some of my coworkers did, but casinos aren’t really my scene. Too loud,” she responds. “My friend Dustin definitely did, he’s still there,” she adds with a smile.

“He sounds like fun.”

“Definitely is, though sometimes he can be a bit of a handful,” she laughs. “How about you? Going home too?”

Mike nods. “Yup. I was in LA visiting my cousin, but also working. I’m a piano teacher,” he says, wiggling his fingers. “And there’s been a new initiative here in the States, to get some sort of standardized way of teaching, like the Royal Conservatory in Canada. So there’s been collaboration happening, stuff might be in the works.”

She turns to look at him, taking in the excited way he says this. “You seem really happy about that,” she remarks.

He nods again excitedly, his mop of hair flopping over his eyes. “Absolutely! It would make things easier if every teacher across the country had a certain level of things to teach students. Be easier for students too, especially if they ever have to switch teachers.” Suddenly he blows air upwards. “I need to cut this shit,” Mike says, gesturing to the dark locks surrounding his face.

El contemplates him for a second, taking in how he looks. “Nah, it looks good with your face.” GOD, EL! Stop being so forward, you just met him! “I think so, at least, if my opinion counts for anything,” she says, suddenly shy.

It’s weird, she thinks, that she just met this guy less than ten minutes ago and they’re already talking so easily.

He smiles. “It does,” he says, taking out his phone. He shows her what’s clearly a selfie, but it looks like there’s two of him. “That’s my cousin.” Mike points at the one who’s wearing a Guns N’ Roses shirt. “And this is me.” He’s wearing a simple striped t-shirt.

She looks more closely at the picture, trying to find some difference between them. “You guys look like twins!” She exclaims.

“We could be, if he wasn’t five years younger. We get that a lot though,” he answers. “I think you’re going to agree with me on this.” He continues. “He says he’s more attractive, but I say we look the same and therefore have the same appeal. What do you think? As an outside party.”

El looks at it again, and finds that she disagrees with Mike. “I think you’re cuter. Something about you,” she replies.

She looks up to find that a lovely pink blush is spreading across his cheeks. “Something I said?” She winks. Oh my god you fucking idiot. She suddenly feels crushed by the weight of her mortification.

He makes a strangled noise, and the hour and her tired brain must be getting to her, because somehow she finds it the funniest sound she’s ever heard. It’s also a little comforting that he doesn’t seem completely put off.

“Damn, that was smooth!” He says, starting to laugh too. “I gotta tell him you said that.”

“Isn’t he sleeping by now?”

He shakes his head. “No, he says sleep is for the weak. And it’s only two in Cali, and it’s the weekend.”

She reads over his shoulder as he types.

Cute girl said I’m cuter than you LOL

Suck on THAT tozier

“You think I’m cute?”

Mike blushes again. “Yeah, pretty. Really pretty,” he says softly. He gets a text almost instantly.

I dont believe u wheelie

U probably paid her or smth

Also, suck on what ;)

Actually nvm thats incest its just my reflex response

Mike looks at her. “Is it okay if we make a video and send it to him so he believes me?”

She shrugs. “We’ve still got at least four hours to kill, so why not?”

He pulls up the camera and starts recording. “Fine, you don’t believe me, here she is herself,” he says, turning the camera on her.

She waves awkwardly. “Hey… um, what’s his name?” Cringe.

“Richie.”

“Hey, Richie, just a little video to say that in my opinion your cousin’s cuter than you. And no, he didn’t pay me to say that,” she states, glancing off camera with a small smile.

Mike turns the camera back to him. “There you go, asshole. Video proof.”

He sends it, and they wait a minute in anticipatory silence before Mike’s phone vibrates with another text.

Lmao that doesnt convince me

She is cute tho ill give u that

Mike heaves an over-exaggerated sigh, shaking his head. You’re a dick, he types, go to sleep I’ll text when I get home.

SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK, MICHAEL.

GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP, RICHARD. YOU HAVE WORK TOMORROW.

FUCK WORK

Mike stares at his phone for a second before turning it off. “If I keep talking to him then he’ll never actually go to sleep.”

El smiles at him. “He seems like a fun person.”

“Oh, he’s an absolute dick. But I love him,” Mike says, shaking his head again. “We weren’t really close as kids but then he moved nearby and we talked more, except then I went to college. He’s closer with my little sister.”

She nods. “Do you have any siblings?” He asks.

“Nope. Just me and my dad.”

“That’s nice. Sometimes I wish there had been less people in my house, would’ve meant less embarrassment in certain situations,” he says. “I have two sisters, one older, one younger.”

“I wish I’d had a sister growing up, would’ve made things easier sometimes,” she answers. “Can you even imagine how awkward my dad was the first time I got my period?”

He doesn’t say anything for a second, and she thinks maybe she shouldn’t have said that. OH MY FUCK.

“Sorry, that was awkward,” she laughs. WHAT THE EVERLOVING FUCK.

“No, it’s fine, just unexpected is all,” he says. “I mean, we’ve only known each other for like fifteen minutes.”

They look at each other, the same thought going through their minds. “This is weird,” they say together, and then they start giggling.

“I just-” He takes a breath. “Do you feel like you know me from somewhere? Because I feel like I know you but I don’t think I’ve ever met you before.”

It’s what she’s been thinking. She feels a sort of familiarity with him, something she’s never felt so quickly with anyone else. It’s like she’s known him for a long time, or maybe in another life or universe.

She grins. “Isn’t there a multiverse theory?”

After spending an hour discussing parallel universes and the physics involved in understanding any of it (which they both have enough of a basic grasp on because of watching too much History Channel), Mike is sitting at the piano again, El having asked him to play something else. She doesn’t recognize the beginning, but as it progresses she realizes she does know it. It gets her moving, and she doesn’t really know what she’s doing, but she’s circling the piano and the man playing it in a way that somehow fits with the music. She even sings along with the main melody and the trills.

She feels like he’s transforming the place into a gigantic ballroom with his music, and she’s the princess dancing with her prince (except there’s no prince to dance with, because he’s too busy making the music). It’s a stupid thing to think, but she never had dolls or was allowed to watch princess movies or read fairytales when she was a kid, and she feels like she missed out. Hopper let her watch movies and read, but it wasn’t the same as a teen as it would’ve been as a kid. And maybe it’s just a dumb fantasy, a creation of her mind because she’s tired and suddenly thinking about her horrifying childhood, but she thinks the imaginary ballroom that only has her and Mike in it is a wonderful place to be.

He ends the piece with a theatrical flourish, throwing his hands up off the keys as soon as the last notes are played. “How was that? You were dancing!”

A laugh escapes her lips as she claps. “It was amazing! I knew that one, it’s from the Nutcracker, right?”

Mike nods vigorously. “Gotta love me some Tchaikovsky.”

“Is that why it’s so dancey? Because it’s for a ballet?” She asks, curious.

“No, it’s because it’s a waltz,” he answers, stretching his arms up above his head. His sweater rides up to reveal a sliver of pale skin, and she finds herself staring without being able to tear her eyes away. “Waltzes are inherently dancey, I think. At least that’s what I always tell my students who play them, it helps them really hear the tempo and accents if they try to see the dancers.”

She averts her gaze, and he’s still talking. “You know, ‘cause waltzes have the accent on count one, so it goes one-two-three, and sometimes when you’re caught up in playing you forget about it so it’s good to try and envision the dancing. The music was written for dancing after all,” he finishes. “El? Sorry, was I rambling, because I have a tendency to-”

“No,” she breathes. “You’re just really attractive. The piano suits you.” She almost face palms. WHY am I like this????

That shuts him up, a redness spreading across his face once again (but this time along with a wide grin). He might just combust if he looks at her, so he looks at his hands instead.

“Sorry,” she says, worried she’s crossed a line she wasn’t supposed to yet.

Mike’s head whips up. “Sorry? What are you sorry for?”

“I’m too forward. It almost always ruins things with guys.” She deflates almost imperceptibly, and she wonders if he noticed.

Apparently he did, because El feels herself pulled into a sideways hug, tugged down to sit on the bench next to him. “Hey,” he says softly. “You’re just saying what you think is true, which is a great quality to have. You saved me from my own rambling, so thanks.” He gives her a squeeze and adds, “It hasn’t ruined things with me.”

Suddenly the air is charged and she thinks that if they weren’t in an airport she might have kissed him then. Sadly, they are in an airport. Instead, she requests that he play something more contemporary than Chopin or Tchaikovsky, and he starts up with a rendition of Halo by Beyoncé.

They spend another hour around the piano, him playing more and she observing. El thinks he plays with a lot of grace, his fingers moving deftly across the keys almost as though he’s stroking the instrument. He looks like he belongs in front of a piano, making beautiful music for all the world to hear. In this case the world is a strange woman in an airport at the asscrack of dawn.

It’s five in the morning when the pair crashes back onto the seats next to their bags, and they lean their heads on each other and fall asleep. However, it seems things are only in increments of one hour on this night, because it’s six when El awakes with a start, knocking Mike’s head off of hers.

“Attention passengers: flight 337 to Indianapolis International is now scheduled for take-off at eight thirty. Boarding will begin at gate twenty-three one hour in advance.”

“Hey,” she says, seeing Mike next to her looking disoriented. “Flight’s at eight thirty but we gotta be there at seven thirty, do you wanna get some breakfast?”

Looking around, she sees that the open area that was so empty during the night now has other people milling through it, and it shatters the warm space she’d felt she and Mike were in. It’s time to go back to the real world, away from the fantasies of ballrooms and princes and dancing. The magic of the night has been erased by the movement of the morning and she hopes what she thinks she felt between them hasn’t been erased too.

He yawns. “I’ll take that as a yes,” she says, getting up to stretch and grabbing her bags.

They walk around the slowly filling terminal, looking for a place to eat, and light upon a cute coffee place in the food court. They order and eat in silence, avoiding looking at each other, until he speaks.

“Does last night… feel like it was a dream, to you?” Mike asks.

I thought that was just me. She takes a sip of her black coffee. “It kind of does, yeah. This entire encounter has been weird.”

He looks down at his croissant, crinkling his nose, then peeks back at her through his lashes. “I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for.”

He says nothing else, and neither does she, so they head off to gate twenty three, and she thinks something’s wrong because he wasn’t this quiet or awkward last night. The tension is palpable, but she’s never been very good at social interactions and she doesn’t know what to say. He probably realized how dumb I am. She thinks she may have come across as very brazen (which she is, but she hates it for how it ruins everything all the time). Mike hadn’t seemed bothered by her earlier, and she had hoped that something good might have come out of their chance meeting.

It seems it was not to be, however, because the only thing he does as they board the plane is wave and give a little half smile when he finds his seat. El sighs and settles in for the hour and a half flight. She’s decided she’s going to try to catch up on the sleep she missed instead of sitting in abject misery, and it works because she’s blinking confusedly when a flight attendant wakes her to say that they will be landing in approximately forty minutes.

She’s excited to be back home, to work, her patients, her dad and Max. But she’s also the teeniest bit sad because she wants to explore that special connection she feels with Mike, to see what it means and what it’s about and she believes she’s ruined her chances (okay, so maybe she’s more than a teeny bit sad). She’s convinced herself that nothing was ever going to happen, she had imagined the unexplainable thing she felt between them.

She makes it through baggage claim and isn’t sent to customs, so El’s on her way out of the terminal to catch a taxi because both Max and Hopper are working today when something does happen. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees a person running out of the passenger exit, and she thinks that they must have seen a loved one they missed.

That is, until she hears the shout. “El!”

It’s Mike of course, and he comes to a skidding halt in front of her, breathless. “I just- ran- all the way here- because- I’m a dumbass-”

“Whoa, hey, breathe,” she says, “I don’t need you dying on me in the middle of the airport.”

He nods and waits until his breathing levels out before straightening up. “I wanted to apologize for being so stupid and awkward this morning, I don’t know what got into me.” He swallows before looking at her directly. “I really want to see you again, so… do you wanna go out sometime?”

WHAT! She doesn’t respond for a few moments, shocked. But then she grins and says, “Are you asking me on a date?”

He sucks in a breath, about to shake his head, she can tell, but then he stops. “You know what, fuck it. Yes, I am.”

“Well, I’d certainly like that.”

El leaves the airport with Mike’s number in her phone, and she’s only been in the taxi for a few minutes when it pings with a text.

Can you do tonight at 7?

He’s eager, and she likes that she’s not the only one. It assures her she’s not being some creepy, obsessive, stalker.

Someone’s eager lol

But yes

Where?

I was supposed to go to a “friend’s” party tonight but I never actually said yes and I really don’t want to haha

Kinda cheesy but I was thinking a roller rink if you want to go

There’s one near my place and it has an arcade too!!

Growing up in the 90s, El remembers being fond of arcades. She and Max used to hang out in them all the time. Another thing in common!

Aaaaaa the arcade I miss those

Sounds good, pick me up or meet you there?

I can pick you up lol I don’t mind

She sends him her address, and he sends back a GIF of a penguin dancing.

See you later :D

(part 2)

#it's the shakira penguin gif #airport ballrooms #mileven #mileven fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #mike wheeler #eleven #au #alternate universe #urdearestmom

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Hurt

Pairing - Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count-1,700ish

Synopsis- Peter gets hurt on his first mission and you rush to the Avengers Quarters…meeting the Avengers for the first time.

Warning - Small Angst I guess

Themes-Major Fluff

You ran and ran until your legs ached and were fighting against you..but even then you still ran. You had to make sure Peter was okay, you had to see him with your own two eyes.

As soon as you received the call from Tony that Peter was back from his first ever mission and that he was hurt, you dropped everything and ran. You could not stand the idea of your boyfriend..your first love hurt…no matter how small or major that hurting is.

The funny thing is that you haven’t even met the Avengers yet, yes calls from Tony but thats about it. Even after the whole ‘Avengers spilt’ and now that they are all friends or importantly family again they were all busy on missions leaving Peter to never introduce you to them formally. And this…this was definitely not the way you wanted to meet them.

Your finger pushed the elevator button frantically, hair pushed back by your fingers constantly and your leg bouncing up and down..unable to keep still even after the long and tiring run you had accomplished. You cursed under your breath as you wished for the damn elevator to go faster until finally relief washed through you as you heard the familiar ‘ding’.

As you reached the Avengers floor with the emergency access that Tony had given you (well more like given to Peter to give to you) you felt all kinds of eyes on you, from nosey workers to busy receptionists but you couldn’t care less. You had one target in mind and that was ‘Get to your Boyfriend’.

You pushed past to the Avengers private medical room, but as soon as you reached the door you felt a hand grab yours and turn you around.

“Thats an off limits room and by the seems of it your are not a nurse or doctor…so who are you?” The surprisingly harsh voice of a familiar Captain America reached your ears and as you quickly examined him, tall, buff and can obviously beat any minor agent in this building any day but instead of fear running through to your core it was anger and maybe even a little fury.

You looked around the room to also see the rest of the team behind him glaring at you and your anger rose.

He looked your hand as it bunched up in a tight fist, as you try to keep some self-control for your boyfriend’s coworkers and you could see in his eyes that he was taken- aback by your sudden anger and you don’t blame him.

The small person you are, how could you ever look intimidating to a 6ft giant?… You proved both yourself and the team wrong.

You looked at him straight in the eyes and replied, “Who am I? I am the girlfriend of the boy in that room. The 16 year old boy that your team didn’t protect, the boy who was meant to come back to me…to my arms….but no instead he is cooped up in a hospital room because YOUR team decided to get him involved. So I may not be a nurse or a doctor but I deserve to be in there with him more than any of you.”

Your voice uncontrollable as you couldn’t hold back your feelings from the poor man and team standing in front of you. Silent sobs raked your body and he finally let go of you, seeing the guilt clear on his face and every other face in the room they all knew that they had made a mistake.

You quickly turned around and opened the door in a frantic state, sobs still echoed throughout your body…and finally you saw him and your knees nearly buckled at the sight of him.

His leg in a cast and put in a elevated state while his eye, jaw and cheekbone were covered in bruises, but even after everything he will always be the handsome 16 year old boy to you.. and then your sobs became louder.

You felt immense guilt as your cries woke him up from his much needed sleep, he opened his gorgeous brown eyes, the shock and surprise was written clearly on his face.

“Y-Y/N?”

You nod tears still pouring down your face but your lips remained at a sad smile because even though he was hurt and that hurt you immensely as well…he was alive.

“Yes baby, I’m right here” You sat down carefully next to him, as you ran your hands through his soft curly brown locks.

He closed his eyes at the feeling, “Go back to sleep baby, I’ll be here when you wake up okay”

He nodded but before his dosed off to sleep, he opened those eyes that you love so much and he brought one of his hands to your face and caressed your cheek.

“Don’t worry love, I will always come back to…you will always be my number one” He said softy with a small smile on his face, as he wiped your tears away. You leaned into his palm before reluctantly grabbing it and resting back onto the hospital bed.

“Okay baby, now go back to sleep okay” You said gently, as you lulled him to sleep and ran your hands through your hair.

You didn’t know what you would do without him, yes you guys were only 16 but your love for him was unexplainable. It was like your life revolved his life.. wherever he goes you go. You were inseparable and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You got up from the bed making completely sure that he was asleep and you stretched. You slightly cringed when you heard and felt all the cracks through your back, arms and legs but sighed in relief as the tension in your neck was slightly gone.

You caressed Peter’s forehead and gave it a gentle kiss, careful not to wake him up, you exited the room hoping to apologise to the team and also to get something to eat because you were starving as you hadn’t eaten on the way to the Avengers building.

You took a deep breath and slowly turned the doorknob, and walked out only to be met with the entire team of the Avengers in the main area. You felt all eyes on you as you froze, You cursed mentally as you hoped you would at least get to plan your apology before saying it and stumbling.

You ran your hand through your hair for what felt like the a thousandth time that day and opened your mouth to speak before being cut off.

“Your Y/N right?” Your eyes followed the voice only to be met with the blue eyes of the man you yelled at. Guilt bubbled in the bottom of your stomach.

You nodded not having the confidence you had before to speak to this team in front of you but you took a deep breath and looked up to the team, determined to clear the air with them.

You became slightly self-conscious of the team in front of you as you knew that your hair was a mess from your fingers constantly running through it, you eyes bloodshot from the tears that escaped them, the eye bags present underneath your eyes and your lips red and sore from constantly biting them.

You took another deep breath in.

“Look..I am truly sorry for yelling at you guys. I was just really worried for Peter, when I heard he was hurt. I dropped everything and ran whereas I should have asked questions. I-I should have found out what happened instead of jumping to conclusion.

I made it seem like I was ungrateful for what you guys have done for Peter, but I’m not, I am forever truly grateful that you gave Peter a chance, an opportunity….a family.

So thank you for bringing him here and taking care of him and I’m sorry for yelling at you like that” You finished your mini speech, with mentally proud high-five for not stumbling as much as you thought you would and for not letting the tears escape your eyes.

You looked up at the Avengers to realise they all held shocked and confusion expressions on their faces and your expression contorted into one of confusion as well.

“Please say something?” You asked with a desperate voice while you tucked a hair stand at the back of your ear.

“Sorry its just we weren’t expecting you to apologise, and we’re not used to getting apologises in general. So we are just a bit confused on how to react” The girl around your age spoke up, with a bit of an accent, you thought her name was ‘Wanda’ as you remembered from several News Articles.

You looked up at him with confusion etched on your face,

“But it was my fault, you guys shouldn’t need to apologise for something that wasn’t your fault…thats not how apologises work” You held a firm voice, strongly believing in what you were saying.

“Well I don’t know about you guys, but I’m liking this girl more and more…I seriously don’t understand how you are spidering's girlfriend” You moved you eyes to the famous Tony Stark finally meeting him face to face, and you smiled at his comment and silly nickname for Peter but you became worried again at the reminder of your boyfriend.

“I’m sorry, I promised Peter I would be right there when he wakes up.” You saw the softened expressions of all the avengers and were a bit confused on why they gave you that look.

“You really love him don’t you?” Steve Rogers spoke up again and your own expression softened at the mention of Peter.

You sighed, “Yeah…I really do” You gave a small smile and walked back to the door, but not before a voice called out.

“Do you need anything?”

Before you could say anything your stomach let out a ferocious growl…practically answering your question.

The entire team laughed, “I’ll make lunch” Banner stated and you couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at the thought of one of the most educated scientists in the entire world…wearing an apron.

And on that thought you entered back into Parker’s room with a smile and a lot less tension on your shoulders.

If you guys like this I could make a part 2? I guess maybe. Anyway hope you like my first oneshot and hopefully I can make more in the future.

#peter x reader #peter #parker #oneshot #hurt #angst #fluff #avengers #tony stark #captain america #steve rogers #hulk #bruce banner #scarlett witch #wanda #mission #agents #black widow

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