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[herarcadewasteland]

Attention

Pt.2

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Being a Grimes was a hard life to live. Your father as an ex-sheriff, mom a cheating whore and your little brother a menace. The apocalypse didn’t help your hatred towards Lori, her cheating with Shane when you all thought your father, Rick, to be dead in the hospital bed you were dragged away from. You felt sort of relieved when Lori passed giving birth to Judith, of course it was rough to lose your mom, but she no longer felt like your mom at that point.

 Carl always hated you for how you acted towards her, but when your family reached Alexandria, you had the chance to explain and his attitude changed drastically. While Alexandria felt too good to be true to begin with, your group melded seamlessly into the community. A few months or so passed with little incident, meeting Jesus from Hilltop, living in a false sense of peace. In the time of peace you had, you were going crazy without music, the songs running through your head never letting you fall asleep easy.

 So, you fixed up an old iPod with hundreds of songs left on it from before the fall of humanity. Skipping through the house you shared with your blood family, you slid on your socks into the kitchen blasting Choke by I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME. You were in your own little world of music when Daryl walked into the room, staring you down with an amused look for a little before he cleared his throat. A gasp left you in panic when you slipped and fell onto the floor, your back meeting it on a personal level once more. 

“Fuck Daryl! What the hell?!”

His laugh filled your ears as you grabbed the counter to pull yourself from the floor. You couldn’t help yourself and started laughing at yourself with your boyfriend, his hands clutching his stomach as he keels over. You make your way over and smack his shoulder lightly while wheezing out a small ‘stop it!’. The both of you kept laughing until you slipped again and pulled Daryl down with you by mistake. He landed half on top of you with a grunt as you coughed from his weight being thrown on you suddenly. The laughter stopped after you gave a few more giggles, glancing up to the doorway to see Rick staring you down with that dad look on his face. You panic and push at Daryl’s shoulders trying to get him off of you before your dad came and beat the hell out of his best friend for being on top of his little girl... again. 

Daryl stayed pinned on top of you while your dad stared holes into the back of his head. You pushed at his shoulders more urgently, your eyes filled with panic. The crossbow wielding man suffocating you looked up and over his shoulder at the sound of cowboy boots, knowing that only Rick Grimes wore those in Alexandria. He panicked as well, scrambling off you before your dad could reach you, his hands pulling you from the floor to use you as a shield of human meat. 

“What were you two just doing? You better not have been fuckin’ my little girl Dixon. If you were I swear to whatever god is-”

“Dad! Stop it! We weren’t doing anything...I sort of slipped and fell and... Daryl fell with me.”

Blue eyes pierced yours before finding that you were telling the truth and nodded, clearing his throat and scratching at his head nervously,

“Maggie's gone into labour. We have to go to Hilltop. Doc says we shouldn’t rush it though. She’s not dilatated yet, but she asked for you by her side, Y/N.”

Both you and Daryl gasp at the news, you scrambling to get your running shoes and a sweater to keep warm. Daryl stared you down as you ran around the downstairs floor of the house for your things. Once you collected them, you kissed Daryl on the cheek as well as your dad before you were out of the house in a blur of black. You no longer cared what your father would say to your boyfriend, just focused on getting to your best friend who was going to give birth soon. 

You muttered hellos towards people you passed on your sprint, their eyes wide as they watched you go. When you reached the building you slowed your pace to a walk, entering the building panting and sweating and tired, but that was easily forgettable when you saw the state that Maggie was in. Glenn was at her side as you expected, him not looking the best either as he watched over and talked to his wife. As Maggie looked up at you, relief came over her face before she winced and clutched at her stomach, Glenn grasping her hands in worry. You stumbled to her side, Glenn matching your concern that she waved away even though she looked like the dead wandering outside. 

“Maggie... you are not ok. I’m going to find my dad... you’re way worse than you seem. Stay right here!”, you pointed at her spot in the bed as you kissed her forehead and sprinted away, yelling for Eugene to get everyone to the RV. 

More people watched you like you were crazy, your hair flying behind you and your steps echoing through the safe zone. Daryl, who had escaped your dad started running with you, questions flying at you as you ran. You answered all of them and he immediately broke away to gather everyone in your group for the trip, also wanting it to be as safe as possible for Maggie and the baby. As soon as you reached your house, you called for your dad and Michonne responded in a tone of confusion and calm. You sprinted upstairs after Michonne’s call back, her stopping you from falling as you tripped on the edge of the carpet.

“Dad! Maggie is getting worse, so much worse, we have to go! Right now!”, you tugged on Michonne’s hands, beckoning your dad to hurry the fuck up because he was just staring at you like he found Daryl on you again. 

They both reacted after a minute, shushing noises coming from both of them as Rick walked towards you to gather you in a hug. You sagged into it as Michonne rubbed your back, both shushing you still before Carl walked in and asked why he heard yelling. Then was when you started up again, tugging at you dad this time, ranting about how pale and weak Maggie looked in the bed. Carl reacted similar to you and began panicking, muttering about who would take care of Judith. You insisted that Olivia should but your dad silenced conversation.

“BE QUIET. OK. Y/N, you will stay and take care of Judith, Carl, grab your gun and lets get Maggie to Hilltop before dark. Don’t fight this, Y/N. You know you can’t put Maggie under more stress.”, his eyes met yours and you sighed knowing at every turn for the worse you would breakdown more and more. 

“Ok...”, you turned to Carl again and gripped his shoulders, “Don’t do anything dumb there kiddo. Stay safe and take care of Maggie.”

He nodded and hugged you before he left the room, Rick hugging you once more as Michonne nodded at you. You followed Carl's steps out of the room and back to the streets of Alexandria. You noticed Rosita and Abraham walking from a house and sprinted to them, sliding to a stop in front of them. 

“Don’t let Carl get hurt. I trust you both. I know you’ll keep an eye out for him. I have to stay and watch Judith... be safe.”, you hugged them both quickly before jogging to find the next group of people heading out. 

You came across everyone else already at the RV, Rick holding Judith and waiting for you to approach. You know he knew you would be running around  telling everyone to stay safe and to say a goodbye to Maggie. You grabbed your little sister from his arms, smiling at her coo of content being held by her sister. Your head turned rapidly through the group, searching for your boyfriends gruff expression when you spotted him, Glenn and Abraham helping Maggie out on a cot from the infirmary. You walked over to go through your stay safe speech, Maggie holding your hand until she was in the door of the RV, Rick now helping to lift her into the back onto the bed. Daryl stayed back to give you a peck on lips, you exchanged “I love you’s” and stay safes before he was in the RV and then they were gone. You waved at the RV with Judith until it was out of sight, a sigh leaving you as you walked back to the house to play with your sister before it was time for her dinner. 

You estimated it had been at least two hours since your family had left with Maggie. Having no way to know if they were alright terrified you, but you stayed calm because if you had panicked, Judith would’ve been crying as well and you could never calm her when you weren’t. Your little sister had fallen asleep on you as you had read her a beat up children’s book in hopes of making her tired after eating. When she finally did, you placed her gently in her crib and wandered to the kitchen. You stared at the floor in contemplation of whether or not you wanted water or orange juice. During your decision you may have zoned out... but we don’t mention that. Holding your glass of orange juice, you sighed. This was the second longest you had ever gone without knowing how your group was. It made you anxious, so anxious that you left the house quietly to sit by the little pond near the back walls of the community. The calm water always allowed you to calm your thoughts but as you sat watching the small ripples, it made you more anxious. You had to move, do something with your body because you just could not sit still, your bouncing leg testifying the truth behind your thoughts (unlike Amber Heard). So you got up and began a jog. It was all you could think of until the old crap box of an ipod fell from your pocket. You stared at it reflecting the moonlight before you realized that staring at it wouldn’t turn it on and calm your thoughts as you ran. 

Turning the ipod on and stuffing the headphones into your ears, you started your journey as a light jog. Your pace slowly progressed as you made your way around the entire community, soon enough you were sprinting through streets and weaving around lamp posts under the light of the full moon and stars. The breeze caressed your shoulders as you ran for a while, only stopping when you nearly fell over the edge of a sidewalk. When you did and wiped your brow of sweat, looking around to see where you ended up. Seeing that you ended up at the gates, you sighed remembering why you had began your run in the first place. Time wasn’t really something you were entirely sure of anymore so when you glanced at the ipod time out of habit, you sighed. You never asked any member of Alexandria if they had a clock that was never changed, so your ipod time just read 1:23am. You estimated it might be right but really you just hoped it wasn’t. That would mean that your family had gone for most of the day and night, with no way of knowing when they would be back...well. Until the gates opened for the RV as you had started a slow walk back to the house. Seeing it covered in bullet holes and the look on your dads face as he drove, you knew deep down that something happened. 

Your worst fears were confirmed when the door opened and out stepped everyone except for Glenn, Maggie, Abraham and Daryl. Not seeing them brought tears to your eyes as you rushed to your dad and pulled him into an embrace, looking around for answers. Rick looked like he had died and been revived three times with no proper recovery to look like a human again, Rosita was crying, Carl was dead silent and looking angry if anything. It did not settle well with you as your little brother made eye contact with you and shook his head before he walked away from everyone. No one gave you answers as they all split ways, whatever happened out there shaking them all to the core as your dad sobbed into your shoulder. Michonne was the only one who looked semi-normal, her hand steading you under your dads weight. You stared her down curiously, wanting answers about what had happened and where your boyfriend and best friends were. She just shook her head while staring at the back of Ricks head. You knew that meant it wasn't wise to discuss what happened in front of the broken man. He hadn’t cried this much since... well, since Lori died. 

So, you went along with it and helped your dad to the house, silently as possible bringing him to his room where he could shower the blood off him and maybe regain some thought. When Michonne situated him under the stream of water and sat beside you on the couch, you didn’t ask what happened. You knew she would let you know when she was ready to put into words. The two of you sat in silence, only the water running providing background noise.

“Everything was on plan. We were making our way to Hilltop but we encountered blocks in the road. The saviors put them there. Negan. That’s the leaders name.”, Michonne took a big breath, not knowing how to explain the rest as she stared at her hands, “It was unexpected. They cornered us. Eugene took the RV the route we were going while we ran through the woods carrying Maggie on the stretcher. We were cornered that way too.”

You listened avidly, leaning forwards onto your knees and reaching to hold her hand, Michonne squeezing it lightly in thanks for your silent comfort.

“He made us kneel. On the ground, in front of him. Negan, I mean.”, she corrected herself when she saw your confusion, “There was a lot of them though. He said he was pissed about the outpost we attacked a while back. Said we had to pay for killing so many of his men, even when he sent more to kill us and we killed them.”

Michonne paused and tilted her head towards the stairs where the sound of the shower running was coming from, “Negan took your dad in the RV somewhere... he won’t talk about it. Before that... he took revenge.”

You could see the struggle in her mind on how to word the happenings before the RV trip with Negan. Michonne had just opened her mouth to phrase it gently, knowing you lost your boyfriend and two good friends without knowing it yet when Carl chimed in from the stairs as he walked down them to the kitchen. 

“He bashed in Abrahams head with his baseball bat. Daryl got angry at his taunting, punched Negan, Negan got more angry and based in Glenn’s as well.”

He vanished up the stairs after that, leaving you and Michonne to stare after him in disbelief. On your end it was because you had learned so coldly that two of your friends had had their heads bashed in brutally by a baseball bat, which Michonne soon explained is also covered in barbed wire and called Lucille. You had scoffed at that, as any person would, but the look your dad’s girlfriend sent you had you rethinking your choices. She continued to explain that because of Daryl’s burst of energy and anger despite being injured caused Negan to take an interest him. Which led to the Saviors pulling him from the ground and into a truck to be taken to the sanctuary. 

You had frozen, your mind blank with the thought that you wouldn’t be seeing your boyfriend in a long while despite seeing him earlier and everything was ok. Tears leaked down your face as you shrank into the couch, your entire body shaking as grief washed over you. Michonne rubbed your leg soothingly for a little while until the shower turned off, she then excused herself to go and stay with your dad, knowing you had your ways of dealing with sadness. She was right, you did. Sobbing still and shaking violently, you made your way outside again, walking with your head down until you made it to the gates. It would never be the same and you knew that when Rosita came up to you with tears streaming down her face as well and hugged you tightly. 

As you both stood sobbing into each others shoulders, you knew that you both had just gotten closer, but also that safety was never something you would get again. With the moon casting shadows over your hugging figures as cries of despair filled the night, something had set in steel deep down inside you. You, along with the rest of the community, would never be the same. Not even with Jesus smiling at you from Hilltop.

[kimshavacado]

What We Were: Preview

An OT7 Mafia AU

A/N: This is my new BTS mafia au that's currently in the works. It involves a reader whose life has been severely damaged by those around her. The preview occurs somewhere in the middle of the story after most of the damage has occurred. So far, I'm only releasing the preview because I plan to continue my other mafia series before I add this one to the mix. For now enjoy the sneak peek. Stay healthy, wash your hands.❤

Preview

Jungkook studies the photo in his hand one more time before stuffing it back into his pocket. After lingering outside of the cafe for a few minutes he decides to get moving before he starts to seem suspicious.

When he walks through the doors he immediately feels out of place. His leather jacket and ripped jeans are in stark contrast to the pastel colors decorating the establishment. Instead of remaining suspicious, he takes the mysterious bad boy route when he sees the way that the patrons and baristas ogle him. He strolls up to the counter with confidence and leans against the pastry display case and looks up at the menu before glancing down to the girl waiting to take his order.

She definitely looks older than she did in the picture that's currently in his pocket. Jungkook calculates that she may even be older than him, but that certainly doesn't deter him from his mission. She clearly notices his staring after a few moments and gives and uncomfortable stiff smile. He looks at her name tag to confirm.

"Y/N."

"Yup, what can I get you?" She says curtly.

"Hmm... well since you don't sell hard liquor, I'll settle for a small hot coffee."

It's meant to be a joke but she doesn't really appear amused. She makes a small noise of acknowledgment as she, slightly and barely noticeably, roles her eyes. Her sass is definitely in contrast with her looks and the cafe that they're both currently standing in. The whole interaction has only been about 20 seconds and he can already tell that this is going to be far more interesting than he anticipated.

"Y/N are you sure you're okay? I could always just wait with you."

"It's okay Jisoo, really. I know you have to open tomorrow. Just go home, I got it."

Jisoo blows an appreciative kiss toward you as she walks out the back door with her car keys. You're slightly jealous that she's going to be able to go to sleep so much sooner than you will. But you also recognize how hard she's been working lately, and with a full class schedule too. She deserves even just one extra hour of sleep.

After locking the front, cleaning, and stocking, you're finally on your way out of the cafe. Before exiting you take one last look at your work and let out a small exhale of a laugh as you remember that this is your life now. What a crazy ride it's been, but you finally have a place to belong. That is, until you walk out of the cafe.

As soon as you're outside, everything goes black. As it turns out, you too would be going to sleep sooner than anticipated.

When you come to, you find yourself squinting to accommodate the bright light reflecting off the white tile floor in front of you.

"There she is!" The boy standing in front of you, who you recognize from the cafe earlier, adresses you.

Looking around, you see several other men along the walls and you try to move to stand but find yourself tied down. You look up with pleading eyes and start to show desperation.

"P-Please, whatever you want, you can- I've got some money, but please just let me go."

Jungkook can say that he's definitely impressed. Your shaking voice sounds extremely convincing. But as he walks towards you, he starts to lose his resolve when you start to cry out, and your tears start to fall.

"No noo! Please don't hurt me, I'll do whatever!"

This is when he starts to think that maybe they were wrong. This poor cafe girl definitely looks like she fears for her life. As his stress overcomes him, Jungkook looks to his hyungs along the wall for any sort of direction or reassurance. Instead, they smirk and giggle to themselves.

"Alright, what are you playing?" Jungkook says, defeated.

"Look, you can just knock me out and dump me back at the cafe, I promise I won't say anything, I don't even know your name and I can forget you face I swear, just please pleeeease!"

At this point Namjoon bursts through the door and you deflate. He leans against the door and gives you disapproving eyes.

"You're giving the poor kid a heart attack." He says.

"Well hmwhat did you expect? He knocked me out, a girl needs revenge." You humorously rebuttal. This is when Jungkook goes extremely pale, trying to get a grip on what the hell is happening.

"Who is this muscle clown anyway?" You gesture towards the leather jacket boy.

"New kid."

You hum in acknowledgment and an awkward silence falls over the room. All jokes aside you look around the room and let out a sigh as you look back towards the lanky man still standing at the door.

"What's up? What do you want that I had to be knocked out to be here? It's a little sketchy Namjoon." You plaster a smirk on your face, amused by the situation and still satisfied with your previous acting.

"I didn't want to to freak and run."

"Why on earth would I run, do you even know me? I know I left a while ago, but you know I'll always help where I can."

"Yeah. I know, but this time's different. Y/N..." Your face falls at the severity of Namjoon's tone and face. He straightens his body off of the door and looks to you with concern as you brace yourself for his words.

"He's alive."

A/N: Dead Heat is still first on my to-do list but I'll probably bring this series in the mix soon as well. Once again, stay safe this epidemic season.🥰

[theeonlyroman]

Shrike

Prologue

Warmth and Butterflies.

It was scorching hot the day that James had met you and your younger brother at the park and he remembers it fondly because in a unique way you both had carried a timeless yet carefree sense of joy that made him feel like an outsider. The funny thing about you both before he made the bold attempt at invading that unique world was that you and your brother had never played with the other children at the park nor interacted with any of them. It seemed that you both were in your own dream-like world and with him being the stranger he had wanted to be a part of that world he had wanted to feel the joy of making flower crowns and the pure acceleration of tag.

So as he quietly walked over to you both red ball in hand.

He’s looking at his shoes, his pristine white shoes.

“W-would you guys like to play ball with me?” He shyly asks.

He feels his face flush and his heart rapidly beat against his chest so he looks up from his shoes and he sees you whispering in your brothers’ ears patiently listening. James remembers the golden bumblebee pin carefully pinned over your hair revealing the scar above your eyebrow and your brother nervously rubbing the stuffed tigers’ head avoiding eye contact with him.

It wasn’t until later on during yours and his rather intimate moments he had learned that you had won that for him at a local state fair.

As you gently pull yourself away from your brother you give him a confident nod and you slide off the seat of the swing walking towards him, James recalls feeling more nervous than he already was. You harshly extend your hand forward in an overly welcoming him into yours and your brothers’ world and he remembers being struck by how pretty your smile was.

He flushes even more.

“So pretty” he thinks.

He grabs your hand meekly, shaking it.

James had felt butterflies in his stomach

and a sense of happiness surge through him.

[becomingbts]

Cute of you to think we’re sweet (1)

Cute of you to think we’re sweet

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Type: fluff

Plot: Yoongi scneario Y/N performs a diss track (requested!)

Warning(s): a bit of struggles but nothing really, I hope you’ll like it! I think that mainly for requests, I’ll keep it short! I think it would be much better! (I’ll write more only if I feel like it, I mean, it could happen as well, I don’t really know, we’ll see how it goes!)

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Exhausted. That was the first word that came to her mind when she was asked about how she felt. She felt tired, tired of everything, tired of those people who didn’t know her and her group and thought that they could only do cute concepts. She was tired of getting her tracks refused by her agency who told her that it didn’t quite fit their ‘concept’. What the hell of a concept it was when they didn’t even like it themselves as a group?

(Y/N)’s group wasn’t big. Not big at all actually. They were used to not getting much cheers during comeback stages because they were pretty much unknown to the public. They attended the MAMA twice and now was their third and most probably last year if their popularity didn’t drastically raise. They had been categorized as the group that had cute and boring concepts. They never went crazy or did something that would create an impact. That was why (Y/N), as the leader of the group, had been begging the company for the past year to let her group have the upper hand on the MAMA performance. They did their best to stop her, to put an end to her efforts and let the stubborn girl understand that they wouldn’t let her, yet, despite everything, she kept trying hard and went all over again on her points and pleas every day, up to the point that they surrendered for once. It was not her that did but them, she got the approval that she had always been seeking for and she celebrated it with her members.

(Y/N)’s group was composed of two other girls and she was the oldest.The three of them were honestly able to follow rap and to sing pretty well to very nicely and had great dance potential but they never got to show any of their talents. The cute concepts that their agency was giving to them were pretty plain and boring and they couldn’t help but agree with the critics and websites that were harshly criticizing their poor choreography and meaningless songs. The three of them knew how empty it felt when they were performing. But they also knew what they could do. That was exactly why when they got to finally have the choice in their performance for the MAMA, no one even shivered when the CEO told them that if it didn’t work, they would have to disband. It would be the case anyway if they let the agency run their image again. The sugary cute image would be broken with those performances. One of the girls, Yeejin, the main dancer and vocalist, focused on the administrative part as they had to do it all. She negotiated to get three mini solos without rehearsals and for the end, less than one minute of their new title track that was still in progress in (Y/N)’s studio. They needed to have their moment to show everything they had personally so that something could actually happens after the show. They had to give it all, they knew it. It was either they had that impact that would make people look at them differently or the downside effect. Nobody could guess what would happen for sure, but they still hap great hope. After all, it would one of the first time that they would be this proud to perform. Yune, the second member, vocalist, stayed with (Y/N) to get her track done even though it had been written months ago and refused for the last album, pretty much like every songs and (Y/N) composed for the past few years. She was still wondering if it would be okay for her to just not take what the company said into consideration but got rid of her doubts once she saw the smirk of (Y/N) after the latter heard the song. She then tried to help for the title track as (Y/N) wanted to make a guide of it with Yune’s voice as a help. (Y/N), vocalist rapper and leader, helped Yeejin with her solo and Yeejin helped to choreography Yune’s solo. (Y/N) chose to not dance but instead focus on a powerful and hateful performance. She would give her all in this performance and she wanted to blew everyone’s mind with it. She let every emotions of hers boil until the D-day. They would make it.

Everything was perfect. They just had no rehearsal as they wanted to keep it a surprise so they just briefly checked mics and didn’t do the song that they would perform. (Y/N) thought how funny it was to see that many idols liked to look at each other during rehearsals but no one payed attention to them, it was as if they never existed. Some idols even left the audience to get ready because, hey there were not much to miss. Yeah. For now.

Because when the lights died down for the real perfomance, leaving them the stage, the three girls looked at each other before yelling once in their mics so that everyone would already have their attention. And when (Y/N)’s turn finally came, she raised her body up on her stage, the stage that would change it all, that would make the spark of their life, she shook her head before focusing on her lyrics that were basically dissing her agency.

Why do you take our souls away without taking our songs?

Why would she be nice after everything they made them put through? Rough emotions, cries, stress, diets, they didn’t take their considerations into account, never listened to some of the tracks they send to them. They barely knew their names and (Y/N)’s group was bounded to disappear if they didn’t do something. So she just let the rage take over and she rapped like she never did, her wrecked breath became her power, her strong voice spitting facts and insults that they faced also in their private lives and (Y/N) hoped that her parents were listening somewhere, because they always told her that she wouldn’t make it, well, she would and she would prove it to everyone.

It’s so unfair I feel like I should run away but who will end up crying if I do?

She saw them looking, finally looking at her. All of those idols who never paid attention to them, all of them who skipped their rehearsals because they weren’t important enough. She hoped that they all felt stunted after this because, they were a part of that fuel that used to anger her even more. And now was the time to prove it all.

You certainly didn’t help, stop taking credits. If anything you made it worse, and we never seem to quite ‘fit’

She was not meant to ‘fit’. She was meant to shine on the stage, to get them all enthralled in her performance, because she could do it. For a moment as she met the eyes of some astonished idols, she met Min Yoongi’s eyes, and although she never thought anything about them, she wanted to crush him too. He was looking like a deer that was seeing a human for the first time and she had seen that look so many time that she forgot that the idol that she was glaring at was none other than the famous Min Yoongi and that she would probably get a lot of hate and bashing for her bold actions, but she couldn’t care less. What now? Did he think she would never do something like that? He wasn’t the only one to produce songs in the field and she would make that known from now on. She didn’t break the eyes contact and she actually ended her song, eyes focused on him.

You should be on your knees already.

because you’ll only get more hurt if you fall from your feet.

Those three words are too much for you, I’ll have to admit.

But fuc* you all, don’t need to say more, that’s the key.

And for a mind blowing performance, she couldn’t have done better. She smirked and left the stage like a queen, just like she always had hoped to feel after a performance. Yet, after the show, she actually grew super aware of what she did and who she glared at. She sighed anxious, hid her head on her hands even though the two other girls were happily jumping everywhere and telling her that they amazing and that even if the public didn’t like it, well they loved doing this and that was now the way they wanted to perform. And (Y/N) would have probably joined the hug if she wasn’t super conscious of what she did and that they were sitting near them in the arena. Yes she had been crazy and that should have been the point, but why did she target him, HIM out of everyone, someone that never said shit to them even though he most probably didn’t know who she was? She was a nervous wreck, yet she tried to play it cool once she saw that people were expecting them to return to their sits pretty quickly. She dismissed the worried glances of her members and confidently walked on side, to reach their sits. She bowed especially politely, just in case that any fan of another group was recording and she tried to have a nice conversation with her members to get her mind occupied and not of a member of BTS.

However it seemed like fate had decided otherwise because she felt a light tap on her shoulder to get her attention and once she turned around, she met Jung Hoseok beaming at her with a smile that could compet the sun and most probably anything that used to shine in the arena.

”Hey! What you guys did was awesome! No one was expecting this and you killed it! My friend just here wanted to tell you how well written your rap was but got too shy to do so once you sat anyway!” and as he laughed, she could hear the actual friend complaining at the back, saying that he certainly did not shy away and that he just didn’t care. Yet once, she move a bit to actually met Yoongi’s eyes again, he stopped protesting and froze.

“Thank you so much, sunbaenim, it means a lot to us!” she smiled with all her strength that was left and as she saw a crimson blush spreading on his face, and at that exact moment, she understood that they did have that impact that they were looking for and killed their performances.

If even Min Yoongi was blushing after only listening to her, she must have nailed it, and the smile she had wouldn’t leave her face, after all, she could feel him glancing at her every now and then.

[descendantofthesparrow]

Part of your World- Harry Hook x Reader – Part 6 – savior part 1

a rewrite of @blackplaidcalum x reader that they wrote for me

summary: a who doesn’t love the Disney World, well, (y/n) especially loves descendants, and one day, as she dances in her kitchen getting ready to head out. 17-year-old (y/n) becomes part of that world, now a certain blue-eyed pirate meets the girl from a world where he is a fictional character and he has an actor named Thomas Doherty.

warning: mention and the act of rape included in this part

Key:

h/c- hair color

e/c- eye color

h/l- hair length

s/c- skin color

y/n- your name

your stuff

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Its been about a month since your arrival to the isle of the lost, and you have gotten closer to the Scottish pirate, he had made it a habit of taking you on his pay routes and had asked you to teach him parkour, when he did you asked why, he said he knew some parkour, but he wanted to learn more.

When you told Uma about his request, she said Harry just wanted to spend time with you, you brushed her off, not letting her see you blush. She had also caught you sleeping on each other’s shoulders, and catching you both staring at each other, but thankfully she kept it to herself.

Now it was 7:30 pm and Mr. Smee had come into the shop and told him his father requested him, Harry went pale and shakily followed Smee, Umas mood had gone sour and she stormed into the kitchen, Gil even being less ball of sunshine he usually was.

Something was up, you asked bonny what was wrong, but she simply shook her head, having a frown on her face, the crew having the same expression. Having enough you followed them on the rooftops, watching Smee comfort Harry over something, Harry closing in on himself and hugging his arms, Smee rubbing his back, as you followed them, you felt a heavy pit grow in your stomach, something was wrong, really really wrong.

Soon the two came to a stop, and there he was Captain Hook. and…a woman? She was smirking lustfully and Hook just had a stone face. The woman walked forward and grabbed the lapels of Harry’s jacket and said something that made your blood boil.

“well I will be taking my payment~ till next time captain~” and with that, she dragged of a terrified-looking Harry, and you gritted your teeth, but stayed behind. Hearing another thing making you thirst for Hooks blood.

“Captain, why do you keep doing this to the boy”

“HA! You act as if I care for ‘im! He is nothing but a form of payment, whether it be a sexual payment or muscular payment, let the wench do what she wants to the boy, I couldn’t care less for what she does, as long as she doesn’t keep him, I have both men and woman lining up for his ass HA HA!” Hook wobbled back into the house, leaving Smee to stand there, wiping tears from his eyes. Only a moment later he looks up at you, you gasped in surprise, he only smiled sadly and begged

“please save him, my dear, you might be the only one to be able to”

You nodded and raced off, following the sounds of whimpering,

‘oh god no’ you thought, you arrived above an ally where you could see Harrys shivering form, without his jacket and shirt, the woman kissing his neck and unbuttoning his pants.

“shh my pet, you know you love this, after all, we have done this before~”

“p-please stop” Harry whimpered, you saw tears trailing down his face, his eyes scrunched closed. Dear god, you were gonna kill this woman…and Hook.

The woman ignored him and trailed her kisses down his chest, but before she could reach his v-line, a sword stopped her.

The woman squealed and scampered back, looking up she saw you, death in your eyes, standing in front of Harry, sword pointed at her throat, teeth bared, and one arm flourish away from killing her

“(y-y/n)?” Harry sniffed sinking to the floor, looking up at you in awe, hed never seen you like this, pissed off and ready to kill.

“who” the woman screeched standing to her feet and scowling “who the fuck are you!” you growled and rushed her, slamming her into the wall, sword at her throat, she whimpered and sunk back into the alleyway.

“let me make this clear” you spoke in a deadly voice, making Harry and the woman shiver from the malice in it, though Harry’s shivering was from a vastly different reason than the women.

“you are never to touch Harry ever again, you are never to even glance in his direction or if you ever even think about him, I will find you and I will fucking slice you open, rip out all your intestines and then feed them to you, and then! I will decapitate you, understood?” the woman shakily nodded, but stupidly opened her mouth to speak.

“but-but James gave him to me as pay-“ you snarled and dug the sword into her throat, “Harry is not a payment, he is a fucking human being, and I want you to spread that if anyone ever touches Harry in the way that you have again, let them know I will fucking skin them and turn them into a pair of shoes and feed them to tick-tock, understood?” the woman squeaked and nodded, you snarled at her and released her, she took the opportunity and ran.

You huffed and turned to Harry, who was staring up at you in awe, your face softened and looked around for his jacket and shirt, you soon found the jacket and grabbed it, walking over to Harry and handed it to him, he mumbled out thanks and shrugged it on. You sat next to him and he leaned his head on your shoulder and grasped your hand, you squeezed it and you both sat in silence for a minute before you spoke: “how long has this been going on Harry?” Harry was silent for a few moments, before answering.

“it started when I was 9” your eyes widened, 9 years!?! Harry has been sold to people for 9 years!?!

“what!” Harry jumped at the malice in your voice “this has been going on for 9 years?!? Why hasn’t somebody tried to stop it?!”

Harry shakily answered and said “ me sister and Uma tried, but…me dad refused to budge, and” his voice cracked “ and to show that what he said goes, he let the crew have a go at me.” you covered your mouth in horror, holy shit the entire crew! “uncle Smee tried to stop ‘em but…he was just pushed aside, and” he broke down, sobbing his hands, you quickly wrapped your arms around him and brought him to your chest, running your hands through his hair.

“ it hurt so bad (y/n), I tried to get them to stop, but they just kept goin’, it- it hurt (y/n) and it hasn’t stopped hurting.” Harry’s tears soaked your top, but you didn’t care, you needed to care for Harry. Holy shit, his past was so much more broken then you’d thought it be, you’d never though Hook would sell his soon, you were wrong.

You and Harry sat there for an hour before you helped harry up and slowly made your way to the ship, once you arrived you saw Uma pacing on the deck, when she saw you arrive with harry her eyes widened and rushed to Harry’s other side, helping you into the shared room and set him down on the bed, Uma turned to you

“what the hell happened?!”

You didn’t bother to look up at her, sitting down next to Harry’s head and ran your fingers through his hair, he curled up and laid his head in your lap, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“(y/n)”

You looked at her, she had a face of ‘wtf’ and stood there with her arms crossed, tapping her foot

“what did you do?”

You sighed and kept your voice quiet as not to disturbed the now asleep harry. “I stopped Harry from getting raped”

Umas jaw dropped and her arms fell to her side

“you-you what?!”

Your furrowed your brows and said “you acting like that’s a bad thing”

“i-its not that saving him a bad thing! It’s that whoever you saved him from is going to come back for him! Believe me, I know!”

You glared at her and lifted Harry off your lap and stood to your full height, glaring (up/down) at Uma, and for the first time in a long time, Uma was intimidated.

“well then I’ll just have to deal with the source of the problem won’t I?” you pushed past Uma and grabbed Harry’s sword and attached it to your self, opening the room door and making your way to your destination

“wait! (y/n)! where are you going?”

You’re turned back and glared at her, she stopped in her tracks, seeing the pure hatred in your eyes.

“to kill James Hook”

–end of part 6–

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Bakugou with a s/o whos in a wheelchair but has a very powerful quirk so she beats him every time they spar?

[ Here you go, love!]

Rolling into a fight against villains, or anybody for that matter was extremely unorthodox. The disabled were supposed to be the ones being shielded, being protected in homes, and watched carefully. Then again, most disabled people didn’t dream of strolling into an unfolding crime and stopping it with seeming little effort, and becoming something worth more than a person who couldn’t walk. You were one the types that wanted to beat up those deserving it, and you wanted to do it with style.

Another unorthodox thing was a disabled person passing the U.A. entrance exam with flying colors (literal things flying, mind you.) and getting into class 1-A, where you were met with more challenges head on.

However, you overcame all of those challenges with just your determination, and of course your quirk. In fact, the only reason you were able to do what you were was because of your quirk’s power and usefulness.

Being able to utilize energy itself was helpful, including when it could be used to send others flying. Energy fling, as you called it, was what kept you in class and on the battlefield. With a single thought, you could use your own energy to send objects or living things off the ground in the direction opposite of you. You could repel anything, and it was amazing.

So it was no wonder the class hothead King of Explodo Kills wanted to spar you every day after school, intending to knock you off of your throne.

Smoke and dust intermingled in the air as you sent Bakugou off in another direction, brows furrowed in concentration. Sweat beads rolled down your cheeks, and he was also feeling the wear of the ongoing fight. It had started after school, and now the sun was setting, if that gave you a hint of how long the spar match had been going on. He was gaining on you quick, trying to exploit any weakness you had in order to beat you.

But you weren’t going to let that happen, because as much as he wanted to be #1, you wanted to keep these matches going, and stay ahead for as long as you could. It was the only way you knew he respected you, and you enjoyed the dynamic of the relationship. You two were equals on the field, and on near casual terms elsewhere. It had taken so long to get where you were, if you lost, wouldn’t it all end?

He rocketed towards you again, keeping low to the ground this time, and just as you sent off a powerful blast of white energy, he used his hand explosions to ride above them in time to dodge. You had to admit, that was clever, but he would have to try harder.

You sent out a singular pump of energy straight at him, making it taller rather than widespread. It caught his right shoulder and sent him into a tailspin until he crashed back into the pavement. You let out a momentary breath of relief, and decided to go on the offensive this time. You sent out a ripple of energy, pulse after pulse released into the stretch between you. The number of pulsations were limited, it was your own energy after all, but you couldn’t feel any contact.

Bakugou had faded into the heavy smoke and dust particles clouding your vision. It served as a screen for him, putting you at a disadvantage.

Where was he?

You could feel adrenaline cause your shoulders to form tension, and you felt a little excited. The fight was getting unpredictable, and you were a junkie for wild fights, especially if you were in them.

Then you heard it, explosions behind you, and it startled you so much you sent out a huge wave of energy.

You heard him cuss loudly as he flew farther away than you have ever sent anyone before, and you watched with wide eyes as he went up, up, and up, and back, back, back. Then, he slammed to the ground after a few seconds of freefall.

There were a few seconds of disbelief on your part, and mild concern. Your mouth was agape at your own power, and you had had no idea you could do that.

You grinned impishly as Bakugou got up, also wearing a battle-crazed smile.

“Now that, [Y/N], is what I like to see.”

You felt your heart soar as he came at you again, and the cycle continued.