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80s4life · 2 years ago

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No Time For ‘What If’s?’*

Word Count: 5,096

Status: Requested!

Ask: can I get a SFW/NSFW whatever. Cobra Kai John Kreese x f! reader student (who's 20+ and not in highschool) who sometimes looks at him a certain way but always looks depressed and Kreese took notice... {There's more, but I'm not giving away all the goodies}

@: @harlequinautumn

Summary: I decided to make this somewhat of a song inspired prompt. This is based off of the song "Daddy Issues" by The Neighborhood. I think you can see where this us going...

Warnings: some angst, fluff, smut, dd/lg type of energy, age-gap, master/sensei/daddy kink, teacher/student kink, READER is in her 20′s, self-consciousness, self-hate, uncomfortable with body issues, appearance, etc.

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{Gifs are not mine, credits go to @sensei-venus & @danlarussc}

Had to put this last gif here because GRAND DADDY...

Scribbling in the notebook, you try to hide the blush on your face with the final thought you write into it. ‘He touched my arm during practice to help me keep my balance. His hand was warm and comforting, yet strong and held the promise of security,’ you smile. It’s childish, you know that, but unlike most of the kids in Reseda, Kreese, or better known as Master Kreese in your diary, was a man. He held a great promise with his status and a stern maturity in his movements and emotions.

What’s more, he can manage to keep it in his pants, to both your comfort and frustration.

You look up, feeling his eyes on you and your smile instantly drops into a numb pout. You’ve loved him for as long as you could remember. It wasn’t your fault however, as it was never planned.

He was your Sensei in the beginning, knowledgeable and strong, stoic with knowledge. Somehow, you’d find as the more time you’d spent in his class and in the higher rankings, you grew tired of his teachings and more interested in him as a person. He kept his personal life private and away from public eyes - most certainly the cool teacher you could sneak into a bar or eat at a fast food restaurant with just to hang out. Soon your innocent interest had faded into something carnal, sinful. There was nothing you could do to stop the mind of a young adult, much less one that still held the feelings of her teenage years.

He made you feel like that little 15 year old girl every time he looked at you, unable to see his feelings through any aspect of his body. You could never tell if he was scrutinizing you or just plainly looking.

“Break’s over guys. Back to the mats!” he commands, eyes sliding from yours to encase the room through a tactical sweep.

Clasping the tiny lock through its metal bearing, you lock your diary with a click and shove it into your drawstring back, hurriedly shuffling back onto the mats to endure your next beating.

After about an hour of endless training without any breaks, Kreese glanced at the watch embracing his veined, muscular wrist, checking the time. Without a word, the class is ordered to do another set of push-ups before he calls it a day.

Huffing, you grab your tiny towel and lay it across your shoulders, using one of the ends to dab at your forehead. The boys pat you on your back as they start to gather their things, some heading to the showers to wash up quickly, others complaining about the homework they haven’t gotten to yet.

“God am I glad I don’t have to do that shit anymore,” you murmur, giggling as you could hear Tommy groan.

“Can I give you a call later, Y/N? Help me go over my essay for Mr. Whees?” Johnny asks, breathy and miserable.

“Sure Johnny Boy, but you’ll owe me an ice cream cone next time we head to the beach.”

“Sweet! Deal!” he punches your shoulder, speeding out of the dojo to get a headstart on finishing said writing that’s due tomorrow morning.

Giggling, you wave your goodbyes to some of the other guys as you grab your bag, walking slowly towards the showers, feeling the extent of your workout in your calves and knees. Stopping just short of the room, you peer into Kreese’s office, “Sensei?”

“Y/L/N,” he answers, the rumble of his voice sending shivers down your spine.

“I’m gonna head to the showers. It’s going to be a while, so if you need me to lock up, I can.”

“No, you’re fine, Y/L/N. I’ll be working on some paperwork for a while also.”

“Okay, thanks,” you blush, a small smile spreading on your lips as you slink off of the doorframe and continue your way to the showers.

In your drunken haze of lust, you had seemed to miss Kreese’s eyes slip to your bag, shiny pink diary having poked through the jagged holes in the old drawstring bag. He couldn’t help his curiosity, having taken notice to your attachment to the small object, always writing, always peering over its covers to see if anyone was watching. It was peculiar, and though he had been caught a few times, your reaction and apparent nervousness is what made him want to know exactly what was in that book.

Hearing as the soft hums of pleasure radiates with the heat of the streaming water, Kreese keeps a close eye on where your book lied, checking to see if any of the boys were left in the dojo. Walking towards the chairs at the front of the dojo - where you had last left your drawstring bag - Kreese closes the blinds of the dojo; the appearance of it being closed a small comfort and reassurance of another day spent and gone. No one else will try to come back in, no one will bother him.

He turns to leave and go back to his office, but his feet won’t carry him. Peering down at the loose drawstring bag, pink book still peeking out of its covers, he debates whether or not he should satiate his curiosity or infiltrate your personal space. Choosing the latter, he pulls the book slowly as to not mess with the bag’s positioning too much.

Walking back to his office, he leaves the door open a crack, the sound of the shower humming prompting him to see what’s been eating at him. What has been making you look so enthralled and sad at the same time. What’s been making you so mysterious.

Kreese almost doesn’t even want to open the book. He knows everything about his students, but you? You’re a mystery. A chase. He almost doesn’t want the high of the cat and mouse game to end. However, he just rolls his shoulders, prying the key to the lock from the bindings you had not-so-subtly tried to hide.

‘Silly Girl. So mature yet so naive,’ he thinks, unlocking the small metal that kept him from his answers.

Leaning back in his chair, he props his feet on his desk, opening the book at last. Shuffling through some pages, he comes to find this pink book as your diary. Delving deeper, he flips through some random pages, the headers and dates catching his eyes and honing in.

January 21st: The Reckoning

This date isn’t far different from any other day, just a date. However, the header is what piques his interest.

‘Another day at the dojo. Another array of cuts and bruises. Johnny and the boys are just finishing their first year as freshmen in highschool and I’m stuck here. 22, young, single, graduated, andddd no life plan ahead of me. I realized that my interest in Sensei Kreese is starting to feel different. I no longer want to know about him, I want to know everything. What type of coffee he likes, if he even likes coffee, what he does in his freetime, what does he like most in a partner? Ugh.’

January 22nd: The Realization

‘Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. SHIT! Rereading what I was feeling yesterday and watching it bloom tenfold has finally made me come to my senses. 8 years of practicing with this man and I finally catch whiff of what my so-called “interest” was and I finally come to my senses now? “Stupid Girl” as Kreese would say. Stupid Girl is right!’

A bemused smile perches on Kreese’s lips. It’s like high school all over again, and he’s the center focus. He flips a few pages more.

February 3: Valentines Sluts

‘February has just came around and so has my birthday. However, I keep seeming to find myself going into a Valentines craze. Almost as bad as high school. I stared at Master Kreese for a while during break today (thank God we got one). He was wearing his signature black gi with yellow accents, his arms string with veins of hard labor drawn into them. His hair was a bit scruffier and his eyes were a tired blue. God, how I could get lost in them. My eyes trailed down a bit though. Sorry...not sorry. I used an excuse that I rolled my ankle and needed to rest for a bit, but I only ended up watching him. How he helped the boys stretch and train. He worked so hard that his skin turn a light shade of red, sweat droplets sliding down his forehead to his cheekbones, jaw, down his neck, on his collar bones, and sadly, disappeared down his shirt. Oh what I would give to be that droplet of sweat. Almost as exciting as it would be if I could get him that riled up. Happy almost Valentines Day *winky face with heart eyes drawn on the side of page*’

Kreese lets out a low whistle, chuckling a bit. Suddenly, things were getting steamy. He’s a bit surprised by your diary; such a pristine, put together, grown woman, and here you are, displaying your thoughts like a horny teenager.

Skipping through more dates, Kreese finds more and more sinful readings, something small turning much greater. However, there were undertones of regret, sadness, and...lack of self worth. Not only have the thoughts gotten increasingly dirtier, but they also grew more insecure and sad. And, as the dates grew closer to present day, it seemed that all confidence and harmless thinking were starting to take a toll. You were no longer happy with yourself, however, you kept writing all your fantasies as if they would make you feel any better.

Finally, Kreese nears the end of your diary.

Today: Confusion

‘Again, I found myself staring at him. Again, I snuck away to write about him not even 10 feet away. And, again, I find myself no closer and so much farther away from the man I thought I was getting to know. I’m 25 now and still have the mental and physical strength of the lowly 14 year old that met him in high school. I’m starting to fear I will never get to tell him how I feel. Never get to live and explore. Never be enough for him. I almost got caught writing about him today and I couldn’t care less. If anything, maybe it would be a gateway to romance? Those hot scenarios I’ve built up, gotten off to, and scribbled down in these old pagers. But, those are all just more scenarios and fantasies never lived. Maybe it’s time to move on.’

You go on to think of your past, future, and present, and how any of it was either worth or waste of time. He wants to keep reading - wants to delve deep into your wondrous mind.

He didn’t hear the shower stop, too caught up in the insecurity you call yourself.

“Sensei?” your light voice calls out, hair damp and pinned in a clip. Rugged jeans with rips, converse, and a white cropped tee with black sleeves adorning your delicate features. Your brows are furrowed, a mixture of confusion, loss, and fear flashing in your E/C orbs; rounded by the initial surprise and emotions that cross you in such an unexpected predicament. “W-What are you doing?”

For a moment, Kreese just sits, book still open with the presence of his thumb on the page he’s left off on. He’s silent, studying you as he recounts all that he’s read from your book and more. “Reading your diary,” he states plainly, obviously. Truthfully.

You crumble on the spot, wanting to dig a hole and die in it. “Where’d you find it? Wait - How’d you unlock it?” you all but screech, going straight for your bag.

Kreese slings out of his chair and around his desk instantly, catching your wrist in the middle of the dojo.

“What are you doing, Sensei? Can’t you see I’m already embarrassed enough? You’re just making it worse-”

“Is all of this true?” he asks, holding the book up, now closed. His thub no longer holding his place. ‘Shit,’ he thinks, shaking his head.

“It’s a diary, isn’t it?” you try to lighten the mood, scratching the back of your neck and nodding to the front cover plainly stating, ‘DIARY’.

“Yes, but everything inside?”

“Every page, every day, for the past 8 years.” You figure it’s time to come clean, no matter the consequences. This has gone on for long enough, and by the looks of it, he’s not too mad at you. Or happy, or sad. In fact, now that you look at it, he looks as if he feels nothing.

You take a step back, your hand limply being allowed out of its hold, and briskly walk for your bag. Just as you go to walk for the door this time, the same warm, calloused hand wraps itself around your much tinier wrist, yanking you back the other direction. “Sensei, please,” you beg, “Just let me go home! I’ll never bother you again, and you can forget all about this ordeal. It’s really not that big of a deal!”

Pulling you through to his office, he turns and locks the door with a key. To ensure your inability to get out, he takes the key and places it in his front jean pocket and sits down on his side of the desk. Motioning for you to follow his lead, you just stand there.

Almost annoyed, he states, “Well, I’m not going to tell you again,” pointing to the chair opposite him.

Eyes rounded, you stare blankly from his face to the chair and back again. ‘Is he serious?’

Sitting down, you watch in horror as Kreese opens the book back up again, finding a specific page in your novelty of recountments. “Ah, here it is,” he chuckles.

Reading the page out loud, he starts with the header:

“June 11th: Midnight Blues

‘I took some time alone today. It seems everyday is getting harder and harder. Not only am I trying to finish my senior year, but I’m trying to find my way - my path. Sitting on the hood of my car, somewhere tucked behind the Hollywood sign (my hiding spot), I looked up and watched the stars and tried to get my plans in order.

Mom wants me to go to college in Charleston, SC with her, but Dad wants me to stay somewhere close and doesn’t care if I go to college or not. Mom’s got family down South, Dad has just me. Both are choices I don’t want to make; I don’t want to hurt either or’s feelings.

Then there’s Kreese. God how I love him. If I were to choose to leave or which parent, it would be a choice solely on where he will be or how he feels. But, then again, what does he feel? I mean, he would never look at a little girl like me. It’s disgusting, though I’m legal, and a big inconvenience. A little girl following a man who has seen all parts of the world with her tail wagging and eyes bugging out of her head at the sight of him. He’s grown, experienced, and independent. He would look for someone way older than me for sure. It’s only right, given they would share similar aspects to him.

No one ever looks at me. And neither will he.’”

“Ring a bell?” he asks, finishing off the page.

“It was the end of senior year and there was a whole ton of shit going on. I don’t remember much, i-it was 4 years ago. All I remember was being diagnosed with severe anxiety and depression sometime afterwards. Though, if I can add to that, I’d had it for years, but neither mom nor dad wanted to get me examined since I was 14. It was a shitshow that summer.”

“Do you really think such heinous things of yourself?” he asks, brows furrowing as he stands, looping around the desk slowly as he assesses you.

“Yes. There’s always been that little voice in the back of my head...” you trail off, fingers interlocking and fiddling to try and ease said stress, eyes locking with his in a trance.

“Where do you get that shit from?” he almost snarls, making you bow your head in shame. “Ah. Ah. I want to see those pretty eyes.”

“Why’s you read that page to me?”

“I wanted you to feel exactly as you felt then and try to sum up your thoughts and emotions. You see, I study you, and now, I’ve read you. Those feelings were never resolved...Why do you hate yourself so much, Babygirl?”

“I-I.” you stutter, trying to form some sort of answer. “I’ve never sought the validation I’ve needed.”

“And, why not?” he asks, arms splayed behind him and hands propping him up as he leans on his desk before you. Staring down at you.

“Because the only person I’ve ever needed validation from was you.” This time, you stand to meet his level, “I’ve never cared for what my parents thought because they only cared to one-up each other with me as their weapon. I never sought the validation of teachers because they only said what would get them more money in the end - once again, using me. I never sought validation from the girls or the guys at school because I’ve always been the odd one out. The only person I’ve ever sought validation from was you. You because you treated me as equal with the rest of the boys. You saw something in me that made me feel like I shined like a brand new corvette. So, you tell me: why have you always done that, knowing damn well I could’ve gone without it?” You got so close to him that you hadn’t realized the inches between you two, breath heavy with the long-held exasperation.

“That,” he points at you, “That fire. You’ve always had it. You shined through everyone else and paved your own way without making any noise, or causing any destruction. You’re a strong, beautiful force that somehow has managed to fall over and over again, yet always got back up and never sought anyone’s help.”

Tears well up in your eyes as you’ve finally heard what you’ve always waited for. He’s watched you all along, guided you. He’s ensured your safety since he had met you - 14 years old, scared, weak, and hopeless. You thought you’d never get out of that shithole you were stuck in, but you had Kreese.

Sniffling you couldn’t help your actions, hand grasping his black T-shirt and pulling him in. Your other hand goes for his cheek, cupping it and pulling him down to your height. Slowly, you allow yourself the reprieve of almost a decade with this man, lips just hardly touching each other. You’re waiting - waiting for him to turn his back and pull away, but it doesn’t come.

His huge hands grasp your waist to pull you in close, one hand leaving your hip to brace the back of your head, connecting his lips to yours. He pulls you as close as he can, your body getting up to straddle him on his desk, his arms crushing you chest to chest.

Your tears mix in to your kiss, the salty droplets of water mixing with the dancing of your tongues and you feel him squeeze. You grab at his shoulder, neck, chest, and soon grasp the hairs at the nape of his neck tenderly; starved for the attention and connection you’ve wished for ever since your teenage years.

He happily obliges, his own hand tangling in your hair at the base of your head and yanking it back - not hard, but strong enough to make you gasp at the excitement, sudden movement, and slight pain it had caused. His lips are on your neck now, suckling and licking at the coloumn of it, growling like a crazed animal about to eat its next meal.

You moan out, the action causing you to gasp again, eyes wide and mortified.

You can feel his cheshire grin on your neck, suckling a huge hickey into your collar bone with pride. Pulling back, he takes a good look at you, breathless, chest bouncing at the force of it, straddling his hips with your slimmer, toned ones - both from young age and practicing in the dojo.

His hands move from you head and back down to lay on your hips, “Tell me how you want me to take you. Or should I look at one of your excerpts? Hm?” he teases, hazely green eyes turning to dark, mossy embers.

“I’m sure you’ve read enough,” you tease back, breathing out with defeat and humor.

“I can think of something,” he assures.

Standing up, his hands supporting your weight by your thighs, he loops around the desk, placing you to sit on it. Slowly, he traces your thighs, then your hips, waist, outline of your breasts, collar bone to your arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Your eyes are glued to him, his arm slipping from your hand back up to the sleeves of your T-shirt, tugging at them, signaling for you to lift your arms.

He pulls your shirt off slowly, tantalizingly, taunting you as it is lifted over your head and thrown to the floor. He sucks in a breath, the sight of you leaving him silent. No words were spoken, but his lips were on your once more, forcefully taking you in like it’s his last time. ‘Impossible.’

Unbuttoning your jeans, he helps you off the desk to shimmy out of them, pulling you close to him once they’re thrown somewhere, too. He kisses in between your thighs, one for each, going to trace up your stomach. You stop him.

Looking at him with uncertainty, you’re hit with embarrassment and uncertainty.

“What’s wrong, Sweetheart?”

“It’s not you... I-It’s me.”

Deeply, he searches your eyes, already knowing the answer but searching for the confirmation. Sighing, he places a knuckle under your chin, lifting it so your eyes meet his. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, you’re gorgeous, Baby Girl.”

You still look at him hesitantly, which causes him to sigh again.

“Let me show you what I see,” he smirks, a softness in his eyes that tells you there’s nothing to be scared of. Just as he had throughout your highschool years: the drama, bullying, home life, and all.

You nod, hands grasping both sides of his face and pulling him in, kissing him sweetly. He whimpers a little bit, hoping you wouldn’t catch it, but you did. It ignites a fire deep within your gut.

He teases you, a finger sliding your underwear over to the side, fingers playing with your clit. You suck in a deep breath, back arching as you support your weight behind you, on your hands. His hands lays on your sternum, pushing you down further until your resting on your elbows.

Refusing to be pulled down, you sit back up, allowing him to play with you while you attempt to lift his shirt above his head, shakily. He watches you with amused eyes, liking the struggle your body portrays under the heat of his pleasure. He allows you to fumble around a bit more before he helps you out, lifting the bottom of his shirt and taking it off over his head. Hands going back to what they were doing prior.

Your eyes are glued to him, drinking him in as the fire burns brighter and hotter within your core. Greedily, you go for his belt, able to take it off with want and newfound strength as you grow more impatient.

You can hear him chuckle under his breath, pressing you back down by the sternum again, helping finish your goal. He removes the belt with one hand, pulling you off the desk and forcing you to face it. Taking the belt, he ties it around your wrists, tucking it into a drawer like a leash, too thick and sturdy to be able to pull it back out.

Whining, you look at him over your shoulder, begging him with your eyes.

“You’ve been a bad girl. Good girls don't get tied if they do as they’re told. You keep moving without permission, so I had to limit you. Now. If you use your words, you’ll get what you want.”

You moan in frustration, head spinning back to lay against the desk, arching your back and attempting to wiggle your ass against his crotch. But, to your disapproval, he takes a step back, watching you squirm.

You groan again, giving in, “Please, just fuck me.”

“Your wish is my command.”

Pulling your panties down to your ankles, Kreese teases and taunts you with a finger, sliding it through your folds and occasionally at your entrance, but as quickly as the finger is there, it’s off and somewhere else less needy.

“Goddammit! Fuck me, please!!” you grit out, growing antzy and frustrated with your head laid against the hardwood. If you weren’t tied down to the fucking desk, you’d take matters into your own hands by now.

He yanks your hair by the back of your head, pulling you up, the back of your head against his shoulder. His mouth nips your earlobe, whispering, “I’d watch your tone if you want me to give you what you want.”

“Yes, Master,” you grit out, smiling as you feel his whole body grow still.

Letting go of your hair instantly, his pushes your head down into the desk, taking his member in one hand as the other makes sure you are fully prepared. Without warning, he plunges in about halfway, giving you time to adjust, although surprised by the intrusion.

You groan loudly, your voice echoing off the desk with force. You can feel him shake with pleasure within you, a loud, breathy moan releasing from his lips. Nodding your head weakly, he starts to set a pace within you, making sure he’s arched enough to tease your G-spot.

You moan again, hands clutching the vice he’s got you trapped in. “Say it again,” he yells, starting to thrust deeper, the pleasure building.

He’s starting to go off the edge quickly, but you can’t let him. Not yet. “Untie me first,” you order plainly, refusing to give him what he wants just yet. “It’s my turn.”

He shuckles with a little annoyance, but otherwise pulls out, slightly shoving you out of the way so he can quickly untie the belt. Because of the force he’d given you at a simple command, you decide to give him just as much of a hard time.

Once untied, you turn to face him, a sultry smile on your face, a devilish look in your eye. Using the same force he had applied, you shove him into his desk chair, forcing him to sit when the chair hits the back of his knees. Slowly, you go to straddle his hips, your raises above him, teasing him.

“Masters aren’t supposed to be so mean if they are promised to get what they want, are they?”

“N-No,” he stutters, the change in demeanor so delicious to soak in. You have him wrapped around your little finger.

“’No’, what?”

“No, Ma’am.”

“Good enough,” you giggle, grinding down into him, bottoming out inside of you.

He whimpers out again, the sound music to your ears. Slowly you set a pace, his hands coming down to grasp your hips and help you grind in perfect tandem. Together, you bounce, while he charges up to meet you, slowly grinding you forward and backwards a bit, too. The motion makes you gasp, the perfect mixture of friction and being full of him. You moan out, your hands laying on top of his tightly as you feel the edge creeping slowly.

“Call me again,” he groans out, head leaning back onto the headrest of the chair.

“Look me in the eyes.”

Doing as you asked, he looks at you fully, a bit of heat rising to the surface and making him a tint of red from the chest up. A sheen of sweat covers the both of you, making you both shine in the dim lighting of the room. “Master.”

His head throws back into the shair again, his thrusts intensifying in speed and force. You whine out, grabbing his biceps now, nails digging. “Master, make me finish. Please.”

His hands dig into your hips, forcing your body down as he charges faster, the chair squeaking. Your moans get louder and louder, more frequent with the force applies. “I-I’m gonna cum,” you warn, too close to wait for permission.

Just as you feel the tight knot snap, you’re filled with his warm seed, one hand moving from your hip to yank your hair again, his lips capturing the colum of your neck as he bites down, a deep growl releasing as he fills your with his potential kids.

You ride your high until there’s nothing left, jumping at the overstimulation or any contact at all. Finally releasing his hold, his hands lay on your thighs as yours rest on his shoulders, catching your breath.

You giggle, opening your eyes after a moment to look at him. You kiss his lips sweetly, a grin on his face as well as he admires you. “I love you, Kreese. Always have.”

He chuckles as he tucks your head in the crook of his neck, hands rubbing your back, fingers playing with the clasp of your bra. “I love you, too, Y/L/N.”

“Y/N.”

“John.”

“John,” you mimic.

“Y/N,” he copies, chuckling as he plays with your hair.

“’February 14th: Valentines Day’,” Kreese recounts the page he had engraved in his head. That was one of your dirtiest of fantasies.

You gasp, swatting his shoulder as your cheeks burn with the reminder, “You Devil!”

May 28th: When Two Hearts Intertwined.

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charles-simmons-fanfiction · 8 months ago

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Late summer nights - Todd Anderson / Neil Perry

Description: Neil is a summer person, and Todd is a Neil person. That's the story. 💛 [fluff, 800 words]

By the way, this is based off of this post! It's a headcanon by the super cool and awesome @perksofbeingpoet <3 This was so fun to write, I might write more summer fics with dps <- me projecting how energetic I get during summer on them

Todd could swear he would pass out from the heat any second now. Neil, on the other hand, hadn't been this energetic it's been weeks.

"Physics homework, done!" Neil exclaimed victoriously, closing his notebook and throwing it on his desk.

"Already? How?" Todd had just finished the first half of his work, and he hadn't even started the one for chemistry. Soon summer break would start and the teachers weren't taking it easy on them, not that they ever did.

"It looks like it'll rain tomorrow, explains why today's so hot," Neil ignored his question. The window was wide open and he had half his body out of it, only a small push away from falling. "We should go outside! While we still can, y'know."

"What? No, I still have way too much work to do," the physics assignment in front of him was pushed aside before he could protest.

"I'll give you the answers and explain them to you tomorrow. C'mon!" Neil grabbed him by the arm. Todd wanted to insist, but he wanted to go with him a lot better.

They had to be silent while they sneaked out, so, naturally, they couldn't stop laughing. It was quite a struggle and they had to be constantly shushing the other.

Once they got outside, the hot wind blew on their faces. Todd considered going back in again.

Neil smiled and, without any warning, took off running to the woods, laughing way too loudly as Todd tried to catch up with him. They didn't stop running for a while, to not risk getting caught.

"Oh my god, shut up!" Todd covered Neil's mouth with his hands, pushing him against a tree to keep him quiet. "Are you crazy?? There's no way no one heard us!" Despite his heart beating quickly from the adrenaline, he could only laugh with him.

"Carpe Diem, my dear," Neil's voice came out muffled and he gently took Todd's hand off his mouth. "We'll be fine."

For a few seconds, neither of them said anything, looking into each other's eyes, close enough to feel their hot breath on their already warm cheeks. A light breeze wiggled the trees and everything felt silent, except for the crickets probably not too far away.

Neil's deep brown eyes seemed to shrink when he smiled, almost sparkling as he looked at him so contently. His pink lips were slightly parted and a strand of hair had fallen on his face. He had an image of graceful disarray, and the night suddenly didn't feel as half as warm as his presence did.

"Your hair is getting long," was all that Todd managed to say.

Neil was caught slightly off guard and chuckled. "Yeah, I have to get a haircut soon."

"Please don't," Todd asked, maybe a little too fast. "It looks great like this."

"Thanks," they broke eye contact awkwardly, not knowing how to continue a conversation, and also not really wanting to.

It was way too hot. Todd couldn't understand how anyone could even like summer. He had always hated the way his hand felt sweaty, and how hard it was to fall asleep even with the window open. Also, any class outside was insufferable if there was sun.

At the same time, Neil seemed to be doing so well. And let the truth be said, it only took a little attention to see how depressed he could get some days. But not recently. No, Neil seemed to be genuinely doing fine.

Todd smiled at the thought, and for the first time, he hoped summer would last as long as possible. "Next weekend, if we finish our homework, we should go get ice cream. To make the heat more bearable," he shyly suggested, mentally repeating "carpe diem" to himself.

"I was thinking about that! I'm sure the other's would be super down for i-"

"Wait, no," Todd stopped him. "I meant like, you and me."

"Oh," Neil was taken aback, but nodded slowly, a smile creeping on his face. His tone was soft when he spoke. "Yes, I think we should."

The two went silent again, and Todd did his best not to smile like an idiot. The next hour wasn't anything but mundane chatting and walking around, but they wouldn't rather be anywhere else.

At some point, Neil tried to take his hand as they walked, but Todd pulled it back. "It's way too hot for this," he complained, yet eventually gave in and took Neil's hand back. Neither of them mentioned it.

"I love summer," Neil stated matter-of-factly. "It's easily the best season. To me, at least. What's your favorite?"

"You"

"What?"

"Autumn"

Again, neither of them mentioned it. Although Todd briefly considered hitting his head against a tree and just staying there forever.

That night, Neil fell asleep as soon as he got back to his dorm, without even changing. Todd didn't, it was too hot. He sighed, and looked at his roommate, who was smiling in his sleep.

"He's crazy," Todd thought, still not getting why anyone would like summer, but suddenly not feeling so bad about it. He fell asleep with a soft smile too. At least they'd get ice cream.

💛.

#I wrote this in pretty much one sitting (3 hours straight writing about dps and listening to the same four songs. I had so much fun)#I already want to write more TwT but it's 2 am #can you tell i miss summer? (it's winter here) 💔#dead poets society #anderperry #todd anderson #neil perry #dead poets fanfic #dead poets fandom #anderperry fanfic #this is pretty simple but i hope you liked it ^w^

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catholickedd · 1 year ago

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Hiiiii do you wanna infodump about the end of season 5???

yes yes yes always absolutely.

@anomnipie @zanukavat this is my infodump of plot & thoughts feel free to interact & talk to me about it

spoilers below cut, also this turned out REALLY long hehe oops

SO. let’s set the stage. there were a LOT of bomb drops in the last few episodes and it took me all of last night to process all of it (that’s what the diagram was for.)

to put the most major bomb drop into perspective, we have to go all the way back to the s3 premiere. rick was trapped inside his own mind and the federation was trying to get the equations for his portal gun. rick shows the federation agent his memory of being visited by rick prime, a rick from another universe, who tells him “hey, check this out, portal gun, inter-universe teleportation, come with me; we’ll be gods.”

and our rick’s defining character trait is an will always be he loves his family to the point of destruction; be it his own or others’.

rick refuses prime, and prime leaves, disgruntled. rick decides to take diane and beth out for ice cream. so rick’s in the car, waiting for diane and beth, and when they walk out prime drops a bomb through a portal.

rick is the only survivor.

infuriated and devastated, rick quickly calculates the equation for inter-universe travel. the federation agent scans it excitedly; but it is then revealed that the code was in fact a code that gave rick control over his own mind again and that the “backstory” was “completely fabricated.”

my dad always says the best way to lie is to tell half the truth, though.

fast forward to s5 e8. rick is inside birdperson’s mind this time (rick’s ‘best friend’ aka palpable homoerotic tension) with a younger version of himself said to be 35. once rick mentions morty, younger rick says “you’re one of those creeps who lives with a version of our dead daughter.” later, we see young rick killing other ricks in a memory, as the other ricks yell “killing us won’t bring her back!”

two more episodes of fast-forwarding and rick, in a moment of anger, gives morty the key to his downloaded brain, telling him that his backstory is all in there.

we discover that it was true, that prime did kill diane and little beth, that rick went on a depression-fueled killing spree finding every rick he could in the search for prime. therefore we know that that’s what the ricks were yelling about earlier. he killed probably millions before giving up and transporting to another universe with a version of beth who didn’t die.

now there are three questions.

1. the existence of the citadel takes into account that almost all ricks have mortys. now, a rick having a morty at all hinges on beth not dying. what happened in all those other universes for beth to not die?

my theory is that rick went with prime in those other universes. because we often hear beth talking about rick disappearing for 20 years and then showing back up in her life. AND STILL.

rick being with beth at all is a prerequisite for ricks having mortys. so

2. how many ricks turned prime down? how many ricks went with prime and are still out there? how many ricks came back to beth?

3. in the universes where beth and diane survived, what happened to diane?

and also, rick likes to talk about how replaceable everyone in his family is but he killed so many before giving up and finding a new beth, not to mention moving AGAIN after he fucked things up in that universe. it must be fucking killing him that his real daughter is dead, that the one he came back to is living mad max: beyond thunderdome style in C-137, that the second time he moved he cloned his daughter and then made it impossible to tell which one is the clone. it must be destroying him.

and this isn’t even getting into evil morty and everything that just happened with him, or the central finite curve, which is a whole other post on its own.

goddamn.

also my dad said something that killed me - “that’s why rick always likes to go get ice cream”

so yeah. i’m normal.

ALSO THIS PUTS SIMPLE RICK INTO AN EVEN MORE HEARTBREAKING LIGHT.

what is prime’s ISSUE. what is his PROBLEM. what kind of person kills their own six-year-old daughter from another universe.

AUGHHHHH

#rick and morty spoilers #long post #rick and morty #rnm #rick sanchez #morty smith #evil morty #beth smith #diane sanchez

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cryptidsurveys · 7 months ago

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Thursday, July 11th, 2024.

Were you upset when you found out certain things weren’t real? (santa, tooth fairy…) I don't even remember when/how I found out they weren't real, but no, I wasn't upset about it. It was just like, oh, okay.

Name something you’re proud of. Brag a little bit. The fact that I'm still alive and doing as well as I am. I don't really know how to brag about it because I'm nowhere near where I "should be" for someone my age. Like, on one hand, I'm incredibly proud of myself because I know what I went through and how much effort it took to get where I am now; but from the outside looking in, it's probably hard to understand or empathize with the full extent of it.

Where would you like to go right now? I don't want to go anywhere right this second, but I might be going to the Mountain Park next Wednesday.

Which store would you like to win $1000 for? I guess Walmart would be the most practical, since that's where we do our grocery shopping.

What do you usually eat for breakfast? Oatmeal with fruit, peanut butter, a bit of Carnation Instant Breakfast, and chocolate syrup.

Do you pay any attention to celebrity drama? Rarely.

Name a random fact. I just went to a random fact generator, and… "Prior to the year 1800, 43% of all people died before reaching the age of 5." Wow! That's depressing!

What’s been an embarrassing phase you went through? It wasn't a phase, but the worst parts of my mental illness. The shame and embarrassment (along with everything else I was facing) were absolutely crippling.

Would you ever move a far distance for a relationship? Probably not. Maybe I could build a new life in a new place, but I just can't imagine leaving everything behind for a relationship.

What’s the ugliest animal in your opinion? Those super deep underwater fish with the dangly light thing. <- Yeah. Most deepsea critters are pretty ugly.

What about cutest? Cats, leopard geckos, lady bugs…

Are you good at math? No.

What song describes your life currently? I can't think of anything.

What popular food do you dislike? Rolled sushi with the seaweed wrapping. I'm fine with raw fish, but I don't like the taste of seaweed.

How long could you be famous before you got “canceled”? Hmmm.

Is water wet? I mean…? Yeah…?

How old were you when you got your first cell phone? I think I was around 17.

Are you in any pain currently? I'm not in pain exactly, but my neck/shoulders are kind of stiff.

What’s the closest object to you that is red? The cap to a migraine med bottle.

Do you have any cats? Three - Esther, Karenna, and Lacy.

Are you impulsive? Maybe sometimes, but I wouldn't really describe myself as impulsive anymore.

What 3 things do you think you’d need during a zombie apocalypse to survive? I guess a sturdy boat, along with plenty of food and water. Zombies can't swim…right…?

What’s the last meal you’ve had? Oh gosh, I ate a bunch of stuff at Golden Corral earlier. Salad, fried okra, hush puppies, rice, Bourbon Street chicken, a little bit of macaroni salad, broccoli…and then dessert…ice cream, a couple of mini churros, coconut cream cake, bread pudding, banana pudding…and I think that was it. Like I said in the previous survey, I really went to town. I don't think I'm gonna eat again for a year, lmao, it's time to hibernate.

Have you ever got in trouble with the law? No.

What’s a law you would create if possible? I don't think I would create any new laws.

Have you given any thought about what the Christian God looks like? Like, Jesus…? Or God-God…? Because idk if GOD looks like anything…nothing I could possibly comprehend, anyway. As for Jesus, well, I know there's a lot of controversy about that, but it just doesn't concern me seeing as I'm not Christian.

What’s your most used emojis? :') // ;D // :'( // D; etc.

What age would you choose to be forever if you had to choose? I guess this one, but I really don't want to live "forever."

How many slices of pizza can you eat in 1 sitting? I typically eat one, maybe two, but as for how many I could eat…idk. Maybe four or five, depending on how big they were and how hungry I was.

Do you prefer to fix things yourself or always call an expert? Depends on the thing.

#survey #surveys #personal survey #survey blog

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emotionally-damaged-carrot · 3 years ago

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Love is a painful dance

TASM! Spiderman x male reader

Just trying to post again, trying to get the courage to write again. Hope you lot like it. Enjoy!

Warning: angst, hint of depression, suicide.

"You're a total idiot."

He says with the biggest smile on his face

"You still love me tho."

I say with a goofy smile while laughing at his now ice cream covered shirt.

"Sadly."

Walking through the park in a gloomy wednesday afternoon, hands in my pockets, staring at the pond in the middle of the park. Seeing a bench nearby the water I make my way towards it, seeing a family of ducks swimming near the edge.

seeing the smile on his face as he drags me along the whole park, looking everywhere, with a shine in his eyes that is for certain of amusement, stopping by at a bench near the pond in the park, waking a seat I immediately relax listening to him say everything he sees.

"Oh my god, look at those duckling, they are so cute just swimming around with their mom."

"They are."

I say with a soft smile, just watching him, seeing the beautiful orange hue the setting sun casts on his face as it descends. Brings out all his beauty, his imperfections, his perfections, him.

Not realizing i was staring at him, too busy admiring. I didn't catch what he said making him turn to me with a smile. That gorgeous smile. He waved a hand in front of my face to catchy attention which he succeeded.

"Hm? Sorry I was busy."

He let out the cutest giggle i've heard, he grabs my glasses.

"I said, what do you think the future has in store for you?"

He says putting on the glasses, making him look like a cute nerd.

"I don't know, but I one thing is for sure. You are part of it."

"You're so corny."

He says, his face turning the brightest shade of red.

Looking to my side, taking out my right hand, placing it beside me on the bench. Tears threatening to fall down my face, taking off my glasses wiping my eyes. I stare of into the distance, remembering your warmth, longing for your warm embrace.

Smiling to myself as i remember the first time you found out I was spider-man. You were amazed, not mad like how I expected you to be for keeping this secret for so long.

"can you, like uhmmm... like swing me around the city?"

Leaning forward cupping my face with both my hands smiling, remembering you're first words after finding out.

Looking up to the sky of new york, filled with dark clouds a sign that it's about to rain. Looking back beside me, reminiscing the past, remembering when you would take me here whenever we have some free time, remembering how you would hold my hand tight, on the way to the bench, scared that might leave you, scared that you would be alone. Again.

But, ow how the tables have turned, how the time has passed. Now I'm sitting here alone on the same bench you first took me to, missing you, missing how you make me feel, missing how you would talk my ear off but i would never complain, because you're words. You talking is a sign you're still here, with me. That you are still alive. I miss you, y/n. I should've been there when you felt alone. I should've been there, with you the whole time. Should've known you were suffering.

Finding you on the bed eyes closed, looking peaceful.

I just wish I knew that you already left.

That you were no longer with me, physically at least. I should've sensed it as soon as you didn't answer when i called you as I enter the house. I should've seen the orange bottle beside you as you laid there, with a smile on your face.

At least you passed, passed away on your own terms.

Pulling out a chain around my neck with two rings. One with my name engraved and the other with yours. I would've proposed to you, I planned to propose to you on our anniversary, but it seems like, I was too late. I would've given you the ring with my name. And wear the ring with your name.

Now, I sit here on the bench, alone, letting the tears spill from my eyes.

I miss you, y/n.

It's really short, but im working on a moon knight fic tho, this is just to see if i can still write. The moon knight fic will probably be long, and it will take some time to write considering im still fixing myself.

Hope you liked it.

#x male reader #x reader #peter parker x male reader #andrew garfield x male reader #tasm x male reader #y/n #angst #spiderman #spiderman x male reader #spiderman x reader #peter parker x reader #andrew garfield x reader #tasm x reader

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diavolosthots · 4 years ago

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Felt like crying, so I came to you, my friend! Mc and Mammon went out shopping, specifically to buy gifts for his brothers, as an apology. When they get back home they are met with hostility. They berate Mammon until Mc screams at them to shut up, then rips into each of them for their treatment of Mammon. Then finishes with "Don't expect Mammon to stay here when he can live with me in the humanworld. I'm done with you. Mammon, lets go, you deserve better, love" and leaves w/ Mammon. Thank you!

You came to me because you felt like crying and that gives me two (2) things to think about. 1.) I'm apparently someone who people see as a tissue? 2.) My angst is just THAT good. Also! Apparently today is rain on Mammon day and I'm here for it not me avoiding my exam to write these things

Warning: uh.... Angst?

Soul-Searching (MAMMON X GN!READER ft. THE BROTHERS)

“You know, I’m proud of you for suggesting this.” Truly, you were. Mammon was your favorite and you felt for him, but you also completely understood where his brothers came from. At first, it honestly annoyed you as well; the constant stealing, the lying… You tried blaming it on his avatar, but even then it doesn’t explain the lying that comes with it. However, you do realize that it’s a habit and it’s a habit that is hard to fix, so instead of constantly getting onto him like the rest, you tried to understand him a bit more and give him some life advice. So far, you have managed to get Mammon to give back all the things he has recently taken from his brothers, and some of them even got an apology. You’ll be working on how to properly apologize, though, because oof, that was a mess.

And now? Now you managed to take a small trip with him downtown to at least attempt to make things better. Mammon is now, or at least today, using his own money to buy some things that his brothers would be fond of: a new vinyl player for Lucifer (non-cursed), a new Ruri-chan t-shirt for Leviathan, a neck pillow for Satan because lord knows he has some cramps back there with the way he leans over and down to read his books. Then some perfume for Asmodeus that he had been swooning about, a gift card to Beel’s favorite restaurant for the glutton, and a heated blanket for Belphie. You were proud, truly, that Mammon wanted to do this. As a matter of fact, he was the one who suggested it. “Maybe… uh.. I could… ya know… buy somethin’ they like” is what he said. You were just excited and agreed to help.

Now you were going back to the house with a few shopping bags and ice cream almost fully eaten. You paid for the ice cream, as a way to reward Mammon, and you’re sure he’s secretly thanking you for that because some of these items truly did burn a hole into his credit card, which is partially his fault. “Lucifer deserves more than some random vinyl player.” his words, not yours. Also “satan needs one of them neck pillows that massage it, too!” again, his words. So yeah, some money was definitely spent on these items, but… once again, you were proud. “I think they’ll love everything, Mam. They’d be fools if they didn’t.” Hearing you say that made Mammon feel a lot better, honestly, and a small rush of confidence came to the surface “Ya betcha they will! Nothin’ but the best from the Great Mammon!” You just laughed.

However, upon arrival, it was a different sight. As a matter of fact, you barely made it through the door before Beel was grumbling something about Mammon eating his custard, which is true, but it’s just a custard? “MAAMMMOONNN!!” and then there was Lucifer who appeared so fast you wondered if he was even real. He went on a whole rant about how irresponsible Mammon is and how another bill came in the mail that talks about Mammon’s debt. Satan and Belphegor teamed up to show empty hands, which left both you and Mammon confused, but then “do you see anything here? No? That’s because you sold our belongings, Mammon!” Mammon can be lucky that Leviathan was still holed up in his room because he just remembered that he also, at some point in the past, sold one of Levi’s figures. Asmodeus came last and honestly he wasn’t mad, he was just annoyed. “I saw you go through my things, Mammon. Nothing was taken, but it was still so incredibly rude!”

Next followed a screaming match which was basically just Mammon trying to defend himself, trying to show the bags and apologize, but none of them would have it. It irritated you. Yes, they had every right to be mad because personal belongings should stay with their owner(s), but at the same time, they didn’t even give Mammon a chance to explain, especially after he’s been holding the bags up and attempting to apologize. “You’re so stupid, Mammon” “StupidMammon” “so irresponsible. You know better than that. Do you need another time out session, Mammon?” “I can’t believe you’d go through my stuff again!” by now your eyes were twitching and the voices echoing off the walls surely didn’t help your case. One more word and you’d snap, surely, especially since Mammon’s hand is now shaking and you grabbing it did nothing at all. “We would be better off without you.”

Ah yes, there it is. The final straw. The amount of anger boiling inside you right now isn’t even manageable anymore and you’re surprised that Satan, as the Avatar of Wrath, has yet to notice it. “Shut up! Shut up, Shut up, Shut up! All of you!” You yanked Mammon behind you, almost protectively and Belphegor found the need to laugh at it. “Really? You’re going to protect him?” Oh, there. That’s your first victim. “Are you really that dense, Belphegor, or is sleep still clouding your brain cells? That is your brother you’re currently making fun of and I don’t know about you, but I was taught that family sticks together, blood related or by choice. So how about you get your head out of dreamland, take this stupid heated blanket that he bought for you, as an apology, and wake up for a second.” yes, you did throw the bag at him and then you pointed your finger at Beel. You’d regret later on that you’re tearing into him as well because Beel means well at the end of the day, but still, he was also part of this.

“You’re my least worry, Beel. Honestly you’re too caught up in your burgers and brawns to care for a second that your brother tries very hard to be liked by all of you. Sad, really.” you threw the card at him too. As a matter of fact, you threw all of the bags right in front of them. “And then Asmo.. oh my God, first of all, the world doesn’t revolve around you. Shocker, I know. If you were half as empathetic toward your family as you are obsessed with yourself, maybe you wouldn’t feel the need to always go party and drink your life away. Oh, I’m sorry, did that hit just a little too hard? Can’t be harder than the hangovers you wake up with on a regular basis.” You glared at him before turning your attention to Satan. “Honestly, if you weren’t such a baby inside I may actually be scared of you. You always complain about how stupid he is, how he needs to just learn, but you? What do you do all day? You hole yourself up in your room and read about worlds that you wish you could enter. News flash: you’d die before you had the chance to say hello. People don’t like self-proclaimed assholes. Mammon IS smart. He’s very talented, too, but you’re too far up in Shakespeare’s ass that you fail to realize that everyone has knowledge in different fields of life. Give me a break.”

Satan was about to retort but you already moved on to Levi. “and you! Let’s be honest, if it weren’t for you wallowing in self-pity and fake depression, you would have absolutely no personality traits. What are you again? The Avatar of Envy? How about instead of being envious of others’ accomplishments, you actually start working on yourself. It’s truly pathetic that a couple millenia old demon’s only purpose in life is ramen and self inflicted emotional pain. Seriously, what are you? A pitiful loner? I can’t even begin to empathize with you in any way, shape, or form.” Your blood was boiling right now and maybe if they hadn’t attacked Mammon like they did, you would’ve felt bad about Levi’s sad face right now, but there was still one person left to deal with.”

“And you… beautiful, responsible, way-too-good-for-you older brother, Lucifer.” He’s been glaring at you this whole time, arms crossed over his chest but you stood your ground. You’re not quite sure how you managed, but you did. “You call yourself the best, the most responsible. You constantly say this family would fall apart without you, but that’s not it, is it? I think you’re just lonely. You force these six to be by you, to respect you and borderline worship you. Not because you deserve it…” you chuckled, shaking your head, “no. You’re just so sad that Daddy and Michael left you, mocked you, that you turned your sadness into anger and took it out on these six, but especially Mammon. Why? Because you see yourself in him. You call him your favorite brother, but it’s not because he actually is… he just reminds you of everything you used to be: fun, reckless, and feeling. Now you’re just cold, mean, and bitter. Don’t bother calling yourself the mighty first because without him you would be neither. Maybe if you pulled that stick out of your arse and actually tried to get to know your brothers, maybe you wouldn’t be so lonely all the time. Family, right? That’s what you want. How about you start acting like one.”

You shook your head after that, grabbing Mammon’s hand and kicking the bags in front of you before dragging Mammon back out the door. “Those are for you, by the way. Not that you deserve them, but they’re Mammon’s way of apologizing for all the things you accused him of the minute he set foot into the house. Have fun. We’re going to the castle and, if we’re lucky, to a real home.”

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #mammon obey me #mammon #mammon avatar of greed #shall we date mammon #obey me mammon x reader #obey me mammon #asmodeus obey me #belphegor obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #tw angst

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pomegranate-pen · 3 years ago

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Stranded Chapter 1. Byegone Island

before we start, a few trigger warnings!

this fanfic will include small bits of depression, parental issues and basically some childhood trauma. if you're uncomfortable with any of these subjects, it's best to not read this fanfic. the fanfic won't go super deep into it. but it will speak about it. anyways, with that said, enjoy this very long first chapter.

Loud, bustling with cars and suffocating.

That’s what living in the city was like for you. Too much people, too many noises and way too many toxic gas that have become a replacement to the clear and refreshing oxygen.

Even though you've lived in it your whole life. Survived it for god knows how long, you still hated living here. You’d think you'd get used to it by now. But the complete opposite was attacking you instead.

You were getting frustrated with living there in every second. The more days you stayed, the more you wanted to leave. And every time your mouse is only one click away from buying you an apartment on a small, peaceful town. The more you feared on what will happen if you have truly left your home.

What would you even do? Get a place and pray to god that it'll be enough for you and luckily enough they'd be needing a veterinarian? Could you even believe the online reviews about the neighborhood? Could you even-

"y/n?" the worried voice of your brother, Jason, snaps you out of your thoughts. “You doing ok there?"

You shook your head. "Nope. I feel like I'm about to die any second now." Jason chuckled at that. "Well, you're not the only one." he sighed.

He picks up the café menu and looks at it with boredom. Knowing that he'd order the same as usual anyway. Suddenly, his posture perked up a bit and his eyes brightened. "How did your interview go?"

With that, a deep frown settle on your face and your heart sank. Disappointment and shame coursed through your veins like a venom. "oh- uh..." you cleared your throat. ”it…it didn't really work out."

A look of sympathy crossed through the elder brother's face. Already regretting the question, he tried to find anything that could cheer her up.

"Well, they just didn't realize how amazing you are." he huffed. "In fact, you are so amazing, they were blinded by the sight and didn't even think about it properly." the encouraging words made you reluctantly let out a snort. Jason grinned in victory. "Don’t worry, tell you what, I bet they're gonna call you back in less than a week." he scans the menu again. "And to celebrate that bet-that is absolutely correct- I suggest we get you a triple-sprinkles-extra-brownies cake ice cream apocalypse. The cafe's most insane and sweetest dessert."

The troubling weight on your body seemed to be lifted up by that comfort. A smile replacing the depressing frown you had. "Well, good sir. If I may inquire." you brought out your most elegant-like voice. Which Jason snorted to. “If we're going to have the triple-sprinkles-extra-brownies cake ice cream apocalypse. We absolutely must also get the rainbow boom drink."

"It shall be done" Jason spoke with the same tone as yours. Soon enough you both couldn't take it anymore and laughed. Making the poor waitress and dear friend of yours Brianna, who was already used to your behavior, sigh and walk up to you two.

She clears her throat and you both immediately stiffen up having been caught red-handed. "You two are lucky I care about you two too much to kick you out." she glares at Jason. "Especially you, gummy worms."

Jason gasps as you try your best to contain your amusement. Gummy worms, a nickname that based on a trustworthy Intel (Brianna) has been given to Jason at college. One night when they all went to a party for the first time, Jason was challenged to eat five bags of gummy worms by a friend of his. Always having the need to be cool and well-known in social places with the huge want of people’s approval, he took that challenge with no second thought to it and ultimately, lost. But, due to his chaotic act, everyone around campus has known him now as the infamous gummy worms guy and he grew to really despise that nickname.

"Brianna!" his voice contained an act of shock through this betrayal. "I thought we agreed to never speak about that!"

"We didn't agree, we made a deal." she smirked. “I’m guessing you forgot about it, haven't you gummy worms?"

Jason only rolled his eyes and looked away. Leaving you and Brianna to chuckle at his behavior. "Well, anyway," she pulls out her small notebook and pen. "Do you guys want the usual?"

You grin with amusement at that. "Nope." Brianna looks at you with a raised eyebrow. "We want one of your triple-sprinkles-extra brownies cake ice cream apocalypse." her eyes widened. "And, two of your rainbow boom drinks." Her jaw dropped at that.

"You both are insane." she looked at you two with a horrified and shocked look. "You’re going to die from eating this."

You shrugged. "Well, it's better than going to interviews I know I won't get the job for."

Brianna looks at you with worry. "Say, why do you keep getting rejected anyway?"

A dark feeling burned within you, a feeling you tried to keep contained throughout the months of your exhausting job hunting. Was it sorrow? Annoyance? You gulped with a sudden realization. No, no. it was hatred. Hatred for the man who brought this misery of months onto you. The man who had no business or benefits from ruining your newly born career path. The only thing he got from it was pride. Pride that he had destroyed what you have been working for years now. You hated him. You hated him with every fiber in your being and you only wished to never see him in your life again.

"That asshole." you hissed. Brianna already knew who you were speaking about. "He somehow blacklisted me from every single animal hospital and clinic! I didn't even know that was possible!"

"Well, when you have as much money as he does, anything is possible." Brianna grumbled. Her palm was placed on your shoulder as reassurance. "Hey, don't worry about it. You can still work here for now. But I'm sure you won't be working at this coffee and old pastry smelling place for long. You'll working at an amazing clinic instead!"

You smile at her, although there wasn't any joy laced within it. "Yeah, I'm sure too." your voice became low, negative.

The two best friends glance at each other worryingly. Unsure of what to do. You looked at your phone and sat up. "I gotta go." you tch from frustration. "I have another job interview."

With a few goodbyes and good lucks from your brother and his friend, you get out of the calming, warm cafe and step into the harsh concrete of reality once more.

Sidewalks filled to the brim with people, having to see them all walk with someone or be as lonely as you were. The city was a nightmare for you for many reasons. Not only did it cause a gigantically unfortunate event for you that has effected your career now. It has also never forgot to tell you about how lonely you truly are.

Occasions like these with your brother rarely happens. Once a month, if you’d be lucky enough, twice. The amount of work he had to do and your own time-consuming task of job-hunting and working at the café took over every last bit of time you had.

Not to mention, having your older sibling as your only friend isn't the best thing...you barely have anyone else to hang out with or to speak to. At the past, you loved being alone. You thrived in it, even. Being alone in a peaceful quiet life was something you loved having. But at some point, being alone made you feel lost, ignored and well, far away from the people around you. Made you feel like there's no one in the world there for you. That you're forgotten, abandoned. It made you feel unimportant and pathetic.

You’d think being in a city was the best place to make friends. But it turned out to be the complete opposite instead. Or rather, it has become the complete opposite for you.

Your brother lived here as well and yet, he seemed to be accustomed and happy with the life he made. He has a great job, a good load of friends and he can easily call the city his home.

Maybe this city just isn't for you. It just didn't work out for you. Maybe it was meant for only one of you to stay and make a peaceful life at and the city immediately chose who.

And as you finally reached the clinic, you shake those thoughts out of your head and focus at the task at hand. Go in the clinic, give a great interview and hopefully get accepted and not rejected once more.

As you stepped into the clinic, a sense of anxiety rushed into you. But you didn't dare to focus on it. You mustn't. It will only ruin the whole interview for you.

"Are you Y/n L/n?" you flinched by the sudden voice. Turning your head around, you're met with what seemed to be the receptionist." yes, that's Me." you flash a kind smile.

"Well then. Come with me. I'll-" a sudden ringtone interrupts her. she gives a sheepish huff and excuses herself as she answers her phone.

"Yes?.....mhm...yeah.." suddenly, her eyes became full of concern and fear. " o-oh..I-I see..." her body stiffened and she looked at the ground. Avoiding any eye-contact with you. Suspicious. Very suspicious. Gulping, you notice your hands fumbling together. Out of your command. Stress seeped in you. You only hoped it wasn’t what you thought it was. "Oh w-well...a-alright Mr. Clement."

Your heart dropped to your stomach. "u-um..Miss.L/n.." that bastard. That fucking bastard. How did he know? How did he know?! Why is he so obsessed with this? Why is he so obsessed with you?! It’s going way too far. Why won't he let go of you? Why won't he let you live?

"I'm really sorry to say this but-" you couldn't help it. You couldn't handle it any longer. Rejection after rejection, sorrow after sorrow. Never giving you a break, never giving you a chance to breathe. Suffocating. It’s all suffocating. This city is suffocating. He’s suffocating.

"But I can't inter- oh my god!" the receptionist yelped in shock as she saw tears fall down from your face. "Oh my god I'm so sorry!" regret and anxiety washed over her as she realized the gravity of the situation you're in is much deeper than she knows. "Uh-um- d-do you want tissues?..." she mentally face-palmed at herself for asking such question with an obvious answer.

You didn't respond at all. You didn't even glance at her. You only started to sob and feel the embarrassing energy of the situation hit you in the gut. You were tired. so so tired. It was too much, you needed a break, you needed to leave.

"y-yes that would be nice." you breathed out, still in a racket of sobs.

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Safe to say that you were crying the whole afternoon. Eyes now red and puffy, hair a mess and your mood still sour. You decided to drown in your emotions while watching your favorite show to ease the mood.

But before you could even click play, the sound of your phone ringing made you grumble and get up sluggishly from your comforting bed. You hoped whatever the phone call was for, it was worth it. Because the bed was way too tempting with its comforting warmth and soft pillows. Getting out of it felt like a crime.

Jason was calling. Shocked and curious by that, you click respond. Your ears are met with a bustling noise of the TV in the background and the sound of your mother. 'Tell her to bring some butter!' She told Jason, which he hummed at.

"Y/n! Mom said she wanted to invite us for dinner tonight, but she forgot to call you." Typical. “So if you're not busy, could you come over now?"

"Uh, I don't know." You looked around your silent house yet again. "I'm kind of busy right now."

"Y/n, please." Your mother's voice came up. "We haven't had a family dinner in such a long time now! I want to see you again."

You sigh at that, now feeling guilty for not agreeing. You finally gave in. "Alright, I'll come." You could almost feel your mother's smile through the phone by that.

"Great! Oh- and bring butter too!"

"Will do."

You didn't even bother to clean yourself up a little. You felt too unmotivated to do anything. Although, maybe it is best to at least put some water on your face to freshen up a little...

With that thought, you wash your face and ruffle your hair a bit. As you look at the mirror, whose showing you how messed up you still look, you only shrugged in response. "This looks fine."

Getting a cab and telling them the location, you felt your mood worsen as you saw the streets oh so familiar.The nearby neighbor's house still had that giant scratch left by the bear that you once woke up and made him follow you was still there.

The first thing you're met with is a circus car, which was filled with different animals from big to small. You turn in your camera and start recording, the weight of the thick camera felt like ten bricks on you and you feared that you might lose your balance on it soon.

"Good evening! Fellow adventurers!" The camera soars to the direction of your young face, full of excitement and confidence. You were only a mere child back then who dreamed of the impossible.

"Today, I will free the poor animals! The evil circus man shouldn't be using them like this!"

Although you know that what your child self was saying was pretty true with a pinch of childhood innocence in it, you knew that the mission would fail. After all, you've lived through it. When you opened the cage of the first one, the bear, its loud growls seemed to immediately garner the attention of the magician who was the boss of the whole circus. He got attacked by the bear and in the end, the bear left a claw mark on the neighbor’s door as a remembrance of your reckless behavior.

You did many adventures like these when you were a child. None as dangerous as these of course but still dangerous. All the memories you've had are hazy now. But you do remember one thing. Your mother hated your adventuristic side. She wasn't great at hiding it at all either.

The car stops and so does your train of thoughts. Getting out and knocking on the familiar door, you're met with your mother who grinned as she saw you. "Y/n! Come in come in!"

Walking in the house and greeting everyone there (also giving the butter they oh so desperately needed), you went to the kitchen and decided to help your mother to set the table. “how’s the job hunting going?"

You froze and looked away from her. "It’s...it’s going well." the lie left a bad sting in your mouth. "Really? That’s great!" your mother clasps her hands together. "I told you that silly ol' situation wouldn't affect it!"

You didn't know what hurt more, the fact that your life is in ruins or the way your mother thinks of it all. 'Silly' is the last word you'd use for it.

"Y-yeah totally." you gave a fake grin.

When everyone sat down at the dinner table, your father decided to speak. "Well," he gave a smile to your mother. "Guess what we bought last month."

You and Jason looked at each other with raised eyebrows. "Uh...don't know." Jason shrugged. "What did you guys buy?"

Your father turned around to you. "Any guesses y/n?" you furrowed your eyebrows in thought. "I don't know...you guys buy a yacht or something?" you joked.

"Correct!" Jason choked on his drink. Both you and your brother looked at your parents with confusion and mild shock. Your mother decided to clarify it all. "As weird as it might sound, your father always dreamed of buying a yacht."

"why's that?" you asked, now intrigued by the whole ordeal. Your father seemed more than delighted to answer that question. "When I was a kid, I always dreamed to be a sailor. I'm too old to be one now . but, I thought that maybe I could at least enjoy a bit of this childhood dream of mine by buying this yacht."

"I know everything there is needed to know about it now. I can teach you two how to use it if you want."

"That’s so cool!" Jason beamed like a child. The sudden excitement in his tone went away as a realization annoyed him. "I don't think I have time though. I'm pretty busy." he groaned.

"I got time." you responded. "Learning how to use a yacht could be cool. So sure, why not?" With that conversation to an end, you were now at a better mood then before. Coming to this family dinner wasn't a bad idea, you thought.

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The dinner ended and when you all sat down at the couch, your mother decided to bring out something from the library. The old family camera.

Soon enough, you have regretted coming here and grimaced at your poor choice of words in your head. As she walked in with the menacing machine who has seen everything you've been through throughout your life, you contemplated on whether you should leave right now and sadden your family or stay and suffer the awkwardness you'll feel instead.

It was too late to decide anyway, because your mother was already turning on the TV and going through the hundreds of files that were saved up in it.

The first video to show up was Jason's 14th birthday. Conversations about the fun day and its ups and downs, you noticed your child-self behind Jason, playing with the little siblings his friends brought as well.

The second one was where things were starting to feel...not so comfy anymore. At least not for you. Sure, your family was laughing at your childish antics in the video, going around the park and findings places to adventure in. But they've all seem to forget the traumatizing scolding you got from your mother after it. She hated how you 'ruined the image of the family' with your carefree and non- sophisticated act. She grounded you for weeks for just being curious. Just being a child.

“Oh, you were so troublesome!” she giggled. Making you only sink into the chair even more than before.

The other one was again, of you. As you gave a quiet grown and felt your eyebrows furrow, the video showed you in your pajamas, woken up in the morning because you thought you heard a spaceship.

Everyone spoke about that day, how they woke up in four in the morning to your sprinting footsteps down the stairs. You remember that day perfectly. Going out with a flashlight to find the source of the loud sound and being a hundred percent sure it was an alien spaceship, you were met with the neighbor looking at you like you were insane, putting their hands like they surrendered and unsure on what to do. Next to them, a new lawnmower they've bought that they were excited to try out as soon as possible.

Another day, another time you got grounded and scolded for your antics. From that day onwards, you've been losing your passion for adventuring. You've been afraid of doing one. As soon as you stopped going out and using the camera, the happier your mother seemed.

She hated your passion, she disliked your enthusiasm for the thrills of adventuring. It was obvious, but the realization always hurt you. For the longest time you've been loving it and working your best as a child to achieve your dream. Knowing that your own parent doesn't support it crushed it for your child-self. Sometimes you regret giving up on your dream. Maybe you wouldn't be stuck in this city if you achieved it. You'd be across the seas and discovering the truths of the world. Living the best life you could.

The more videos shown, the more rage that was building up in your chest. The more uncomfortable you felt.

As the video shown your birthday, your grinning face was zoomed into, you noticed the camera and started narrating what's happening on that day.

"Hello! I'm Y/n L/n and today's my birthday!" You waved to the camera. "And today, I'm here with my best friend Lui-"

You turned off the TV.

Confused silence took over the room as Jason looked at you worriedly. You didn't utter a word, unsure on what to tell them.

"S-sorry... I uh... “ You gulped, feeling the tension laying in the air. "Um- I think... I... "

Deep breath in, then deep breath out. Your shoulders slouched and the familiar depressing feeling took over your mind once again and with a mind full of horrid thoughts you wanted to escape, you gave an awkward 'goodbye' and left.

No explanation, not even a glance to see their expression and no dessert. Truly, a great family dinner.

You decided to save up some money and walk home instead. Not the safest idea, sure. But you didn't even really care anymore anyway. The once loud streets have become surprisingly quiet. Strange, you thought. You'd think the city would be at its prime at late nights like this. The streets seemed dark, eerie and something out of a Batman movie.

Millions of now closed stores and the cobblestone sidewalk empty with a few trash here and there. Your heart kept a tight, excruciating grip on you. Its weight seemed unpleasant and heavier than before. You felt like a giant bug was stuck on your throat and your veins, your blood, your body, felt tired. They all felt so horribly tired.

The mental rollercoaster you had to go through today was something you wished to never experience again.

You knew you would though. This is a normal routine for you. You get struck by the universe with another lighting stroke filled with struggles. Wish you never even existed and boom, you wake up and repeat.

Pathetic. You were pathetic, weren't you? A pathetic being who can't seem to be happy wish the life she's got. Can't seem to have the bravery enough to change it all.

But why should you stay like this? If you truly do dislike living here than its best to leave, right? You only live once after all.

It might take some time, many shifts at Brianna's cafe that's for sure. But it's a risk you're finally willing to make. You're going to leave this place once and for all.

"Y/n!”

Jason's voice seemed to get you out of your thoughts as you turned around. He seemed out of breath and his run has seemed to slow down from an exhausting run. As soon as he reached you he tackled you into a hug. "I got so worried!”

"You could've called me.” you responded, a bit confused by it. He huffed in disappointment and a gave a bemused glare. Bringing out your phone from his pocket. “you forgot this at mom and dad's place. " well now you felt ashamed. "Oh man, I'm sorry.”

"It's alright" he shrugged. His eyes glance at you worriedly. “speaking of mom and dad's place.... “you now avoided any sort of eye contact, not prepared for the stress it could bring you. "You doin' okay?... "

"I'm fine,just...just a little tired that's all." Jason could see through that lie from a mile away. Coming to a conclusion in your thoughts, you decided that this was the best time to tell him. "I think I'm gonna move out."

"WHAT?!"

"W-wHat do you mean you're gonna move out?!" the sudden information, out of nowhere in the middle of the streets obviously shocked him. "y-you mean from your apartment, right?"

You shook your head. "Nope. The city." his shoulders tensed up. "Y/n are you okay?!" he looked at you as if you've lost your mind. "This is way too sudden! Don’t get me wrong I'm fine with you trying to make a new life for yourself." he reasoned. Already foreseeing the arguement that might come from the common misunderstanding. "But decisions like this takes time a-and thorough planning! You can't just say you 'wanna move out' and think everything you need will suddenly show up!"

"I didn't think that at all!" you countered. "But think about it. If I'm gonna move out, I have to be quick because Louis will learn about it sooner or later! You saw what he did with the job interviews!" hesitancy was visible on his expression. “I want to leave Jason. I need to leave. I-" you gulped the festered up emotions stock on your throat. “I can't stay here anymore! I hate this place."

As if on cue, it started rain. Small little droplets started to become more and more frequent as the seconds pass by. With clothes that are slowly getting soaked by the cold freezing rain water, you looked at him with a desperate and saddened expression. Desperate for freedom and joy, saddened by the mental torment you had to go through throughout the years.

"I just- I just can't. I have to go."

Jason looked down on the sidewalk, deep in thought. This city was his life. He lived here his whole childhood, went to college and got a job here. He knew every nook and cranny in this place. This place was his home and for a long time, he thought it was yours as well. But now, he realizes that it's the absolute opposite.

As he gave a stressed sigh, uncomfortable with the sudden huge change that will come upon this decision you made. Both worried for you and himself. He knew he had to get along with it. It's your life after all.

"At least-" He rubs his temple, an unsuccessful way of trying to relax himself. "Let me help you."

Your eyes brightened up. “I know a few friends who moved out of the city. I can ask around and see where you can stay and hopefully get a job at before that Ken doll wannabe finds out. "

"R-really?! " relief shook you. You felt as if the heavy lifts on your heart has been lifted by the clouds of hope. As your brain tried to process the new information, a question piqued out. “Wait- of you talk to your friends, word will get around about me moving and he'll surely find out!" Panic. Instant panic came over you.

Before he could even respond, a loud thunder crackled and made you both jolt in fear. Remembering the weather you're stuck in, cold shivers ran down your body as you hugged yourself for warmth.

"Let's go to your apartment first!” Jason walks to the nearby shelter. You nod and follow him to the complex and ignored the glare the Janitor gave you for the puddles of water you created while walking. Although, you did give a shivering awkward wave to the receptionist. Which they have a confused low wave back.

You'll definitely give something as an apology to the Janitor tomorrow.

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The warm temperature of the room mixed with the horrifying sheer dead cold of the night gave you a familiar, sort of comforting feeling.

Sitting down for hours, your legs fell asleep and bags were obvious on your eyes. Jason, seemed to be in a similar condition as you. Head in thought, beeping sound of his phone jolting him awake from time to time.

You've been calling for hours, trying to find anyone of his trustworthy friends that could let you stay somewhere for a while before settling in.

Many said no, which was completely understandable when you thought about it. You'd react the same way. The situation was a weird one. But, there was no time to think about that. They're far more important matters at hand.

You need to get out of here as soon as possible before anyone else finds out. If you can go in the span of one week, then you'll be safe and you'd get the job and apartment you wanted before Louis did anything fowl or spread any rumors about you.

So as Jason was calling and texting to see if any of his old friends could help him out a little, you were staring at your computer with eyes wide open, trying to see if you could find any clinics or animals hospitals in need of a vetinarian in a city not too far, but also not too close that could know about you.

No luck. Absolutely nothing good could be found. Feeling hopeless from your side of the mission, you asked your brother if he's got anything. "Nope." He ran a hand through his now, messed up hair. "I've talked to everyone! Well...except...” He frowned and shook his head. "No, no. never mind.”

"Except who?” you felt eager, any chance of getting out of here was a one you were willing to get.

"Y/n, no. “Jason rolled his eyes.”This guy is actually insane. There's no way he can help us. "

"What's his name?”

He stood in silence. Not wanting to reveal the information to you. For that, you grumble. "Come on Jason! Tell me." he turned his head around in denial dramatically. Eager and a bit desperate, you try to find anything that you could persuade an answer out of him with. A memory clicks in your head and you smirk. "If you don't tell me, I'll tell Mason about that little crush you have on hi-"

"OK- ok! Just- d-don't do that!" he finally gave in. he pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. “Cameron. His name is Cameron Eclipse."

“He’s a bit...way too passionate about some mythical beings he made up." he huffed a laugh. “He calls them Mobians."

"Well, can he help us?"

Deep in thought, Jason scratches his head and answers. “He does come from a rich family...I'm sure he has a way or two to get you out of here without Louis finding out." your eyes brighten up by that. "Call him up then!"

With that, a two hour call began. Fortunately enough, he is willing to help you. Yet a few more steps still needed to be changed.

"You won't be able to get any good jobs in another city." you gasped at that. Stomach dropping and heart beating a bit too fast for your liking. "w-what do you mean?"

"Well, that friend of yours-"

"He is not my friend."

"Ok- that acquaintance of yours," Cameron looked through his computer. “Comes from a very very successful family. Just like mine, their family has been honored and cherished across the world through generations." you grumbled at that.

"Although...I do have another way for you. There’s this one place I know where Louis might not be able to reach." Suspicion between you and Jason grew as you looked at each other with raised up eyebrows. "My great-great uncle was a scientist. He once went to trip to this island and came back...different. As if something took over him. He came back safe and sound though. So you should be fine!"

"Yeah I'll take it."

"WHAT?!" Jason screamed. "Are you crazy?!"

"maybe." you shrugged. "But if I'm crazy, than Louis is insane." Jason felt completely speechless. Did you both hear the same thing? Before he could utter any more objections, you stopped him.

"I get why you're worried. But I want this. I'm doing it."

"But-"

"No buts." you shushed him. "after all, they're for sitting." you gave a stupid grin. He wanted to give the biggest older brother scolding speech he could, but felt hopeless at this situation. Only grumbling, feeling worry build up in him.

He only hoped you'd be safe. But with such situation like this, he dares to doubt it.

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"Well,” Jason looks at his phone, seeing the little arrow reach the red circle. "We're here.”

He looks around the place. A bit weirded out by it. It was the beach that was next to the city's forest. The beach was empty. The only sound that accompanied the crickets of the night was its ocean waves. Creating a sleep-inducing melody.

You gave a tired groan as you put down the heavy luggage you brought with you. Jason's frown only deepened. After repeatedly looking at his phone and shoe, he speaks up once again.

"You sure this is safe?"

You laughed at that question. "Of course not!" The beach seemed mesmerizing. Deep blue mixing with the pitch black the sky gave. You gave a shrug. "But it's my only chance.”

"Jason!” turning your head around, you see the boy you've been waiting for, Cameron. He gave you both a wave and motions you to follow him. As you take foot on the wooden planks, you look around and see all the boats that surrounded it. "So... “You squint your eyes, focusing on trying to find a clue on which one could be theirs. A few seconds in, you gave up. Deciding that it's best to just ask. "Which one's yours?"

"Oh- technically all of them. " he shrugs. "I mean- some of them belong specifically belong to my cousins or aunts and stuff... But in general, these are all the Eclipse family's boats. “Your jaw dropped at that. Now looking at the freckled boy in shock. He ignored your stare, caring more about finding the right boat.

He smiles and snaps his fingers. Gaining you and Jason's attention and pointing at the simple white boat to his right. "This one here is perfect.” He walks up to it.

Putting all your luggage and getting to know the ropes of the whole thing. With one passed test drive, the two men get out of the boat. Jason looks at you and smiles. He gives you a weak punch to the shoulders. Making you huff and give him a punch back.

“be careful there, little gremlin." you huffed a laugh at that old nickname. Mentally blocking all the rush of memories your brain wanted to remind you of. You give a sheepish smile of your own. “I’ll try, gummy worms."

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You’ve been in the sea for a week. A whole, fucking dreadful, week.

The food and water you brought with you were close to running out. If you don't reach land at this point, you'll surely die right here. Either from starvation or drowning. Or oh god, who knows. Maybe a fucking shark will jump and kill you.

You rolled your eyes at that thought. Realizing that your brain is just messing at you at this point. Your phone was out of battery as well. So no use in finding a distraction for your worry and boredom now.

The sound of waves and birds were your only company. Your only friends in the never-ending blue. As you listened to the waves steady melody, you jolt as you feel a huge wave just suddenly move your boat a bit.

Worry set deep in your stomach. You gulped, feeling your throat become dryer by the second. Looking at the small GPS the boat was attached to, you feel your chess tightened as you read the location.

"What the actual fuck?!" you muttered. The monitor showing you reaching the Bermuda triangle. That was not where you wanted to go. Or even where Cameron told you to go either. You looked at the map he gave you once again. You thought you were hallucinating. Probably losing your mind. The map was moving on its own. Changing its own directions and making it seem like you need to go straight ahead.

"How did I even- since when-" panic. Full fucking panic and confusion. You feel the wind suddenly getting harsher and waves only getting bigger. You try to calm your nerves down and immediately tried to change the direction of the boat.

Making half a circle than going straight forward to an opposite direction. You look at the GPS and try to find a place you could stop the boat on. Breaths became shorter as you see the GPS glitch out. Showing nothing but strange gibberish you couldn't understand. For a split second, you turn around and see a gigantic wave. Not even a blink or breath later, you felt water splash at you and everything you had.

After that, everything else was pitch black.

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The sun felt horribly hot on your face, the sand on the ground wasn't making it any better. A mix of voices with different pitches and tones ran through your head, but you couldn't process them. You gave a small grumble and furrowed your eyebrows. Suddenly, the blazing heat seemed to cool off a bit, as if something, or someone has came between you. The voices became louder, clearer. And as you opened your eyes, your vision could only comprehend colors. First one that stood out was the hot pink right in front of you. Then there was a shade of blue right beside it. Yellow, brown and red were the others behind them.

You winced and shook your head. Blinking once or twice to get your clear vision back. The voices were now comprehensible. "You okay there ma'am?"

That voice was seemed kind and a bit bossy. Determination laced all over it. You gave in a gulp you haven't realized you were holding back. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, you could see the people.

You screamed.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck. holy shit- oh god. ohh god. They’re not humans. They’re definitely not humans. Oh my god oh my god oh fuck. Is that their fur? Their fur could be blue or pink? Or fucking red?!

The group seemed taken aback by your sudden unexpected reaction. The pink and blue one only flinched. The brown one seemed angry. Taking a protective stance and taking their boomerang out. The red and yellow one stepped back a little. One out of fear and the other out of the sudden screech.

You on the other hand, were losing your marbles. Deep breaths and a horrid look at the uh- the um- fuck what are their species called? Are they aliens? Some sort of high-tech robots for kids maybe?

You couldn't hear them at all. Not in the state you were in. the blue one seemed to be speaking. Crossing his arms and looking at you with boredom. The pink one looked at him with a scolding manner and seemed to say something that made everyone's posture soften. She looked back at you once again and crouched down to your sitting level on the sands. "Deep breaths now! Deep breaths!" she chirped. Taking a deep breath herself and exhaling it. Copying her actions, you took a few deep breaths and felt your brain calm down. Your posture softened up and your heart finally stopped its absolute crazy speed.

"There we go! I knew you could do it!" she parts your back. Acting like some sort of life coach. Giving a shaky sigh, you clear your throat and finally speak.

"U-uh...Hi." you gave an awkward wave. The group all gave a wave back. “So uh- who are you guys?"

The brown one, which now you were calm enough to guess she was some sort of badger, looked at you with suspicion. "Why should we tell you?! What are you gonna do?!" her eyes widened. "Are you going to know our names and tell the government?! You’re an agent aren't you?!" she takes a few steps back. She took another boomerang out and pointed at you threateningly. “Freeze, agent! One move and you're going to taste my boomerangs!"

In a loss for words, you looked back at the pink one, which you couldn't really guess any resemblance for yet, gave you a casual smile. “don’t worry. She’s actually pretty nice."

The others seemed to be too occupied trying to calm the badger down. Giving a worried nod to the pink one, you still wanted the answer for your question.

She seemed to immediately realize what your expression meant. “I’m Amy Rose.” She points at the now calm, yet skeptical badger. “That’s Sticks.” She huffed and turned her head around. Amy points at the yellow, short one. “that’s Tails.” Looking at him a bit more, you realized that he seemed to look like a fox of some sort. The two tails being a big giveaway to you. He gives you a kind smile. You couldn’t help but give him a small, sheepish wave back.

Amy points at the red one. Another one you couldn’t really pin point an animal resemblance to. With that thought in your head, you guessed not all of them had something that looked familiar to you. Maybe they are aliens. “Knuckles.” Knuckles gave you a nod. Amy’s hand left to the last one. The blue with the brown scarf. Looking a bit closer at him, you notice the quills he had on his head and back. His shoulder were crossed and he looked at you with a confused stare. “This one’s Sonic. Sonic the Hedgehog.”

“What’s your name?”

“Y/n. my name’s Y/n.” you look around the place. Eyes widening as you found your boat a few feet away. Completely destroyed. You stood up, legs almost giving up on you. Making you wiggle strangely a little until you finally stand. You wanted to sprint to your boat. Strangely enough, you noticed a zap of blue sprint through you and reach it. As it stopped, you noticed it was the hedgehog. A little taken aback by the sudden speed, you looked at him perplexed. He simply ignored your stare and looked at the boat instead. Hearing your footsteps stopping and finally reaching him. “This is your boat?”

You hum and nod. Looking at it devastated. Getting closer to the boat, you find your luggage a bit destroyed. Most of your things were lost at sea now. There was no doubt in that. Yet thankfully enough, your computer bag and the computer that lied within it was completely safe. You also had a few clothes that thankfully survived the whole chaos.

Looking at the shredded boat with dread. You stared at the whole wreck and started worrying. You were somewhere unknown, with anthropomorphic people and no boat to get back with. Heck, you’re not even sure if you can get back. Your frown deepens and you start fidgeting with your fingers. Trying to find a clear idea of what to do.

Sonic looks at you with sympathy. Turning back to the village a few feet away and then back at you, he turns back to Amy. Her expression matching his. Both gave a nod to each other and Sonic turns back to you. Putting a hand on your shoulder, he grabs your attention. He gives you a confident smile. “Let’s get you a home.”

#sonic #sonicthehedgehog #sonic x reader #sonic boom #amy rose #x reader #reader insert #female reader #knuckles the echidna #sticks the badger #tails #boom!sonic x reader #fanfiction #sorry if this is cringe I'm trying my best here

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meitanteisachi · 2 years ago

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10 People You Want to Know Better

Aww, thank you for tagging me, @marshmallowgoop ! Appreciate it! 😁

Something about fangirl/non-fangirl Sachi below the cut!

Relationship status: It’s complicated -- recently broken up with my boyfriend of four years, but we’re still in contact trying to fix things. (Started out tmi and depressing HAHAH I’m sorry)

Favorite colors: Any shade of red, except bright neon ones. I love pastel colors too, preferably peach and teal!

Favorite foods: Same with Marsh-- potatoes in whatever form = 👌🏼. Additionally, Japanese curry (specifically potato croquette curry from Coco Ichibanya), truffle pasta and truffle soup (recently got into a truffle craze, sorry not sorry), pistachio flavored ice cream!

Song stuck in your head: For Youth by BTS. Why was I not in Busan the other day, damnit!

Last thing you Googled: "Chainsaw Man anime”! Wanted to find a decent ad-less site where I can watch the pilot episode, since it isn’t in netflix nor viu.

Time: 18:46, Monday. In the car, on my way home from work.

Dream trip: Is and will forever be London. Oh, and Japan - Hokkaido! - with friends and/or loved ones.

Last thing you read: Haikyuu Vol. 21, screaming crying throwing up at Shiratorizawa vs. Karasuno Finals Set 5. Oh god I’m gonna scream again. Tsukki!!!

Last book you enjoyed reading: Same above. Haikyuu manga is life.

Favorite thing to cook/bake: Mozzarella sticks! I also like to bake NY cheesecake with my sister- we do every Christmas, and ‘m telling you our version is better than Starbucks 😝.

Favorite craft to do in your free time: What craft do I do.... I dunno anymore lol. Can’t even call myself a writer at this point. Corporate capitalism has killed my dreams and hobby

Most niche dislike: Canned tuna and sardines. I used to like them before... until I stopped as they'd remind me of a late kitten I took in and fed with only tuna and sardines as advised by the vet, who misdiagnosed it with rickets. :( Anyway it was depressing and long story short, I developed a strong sense of repulsion everytime anyone serves canned tuna or sardines.

Opinion on circuses: Mmm not interested. But if anything, I don’t want animals in circuses. :(

Do you have a sense of direction: I believe so, yeah. I drive around and directions stick to me after three or four times visiting a particular place. I refer to google maps most times, though.

Tagging @imsotiredcanipleasegetabreak @tetsutits @purplellamanator @defectiveconantoy @fanarain @kannra21 @sadisticwoof-dcmk @amjustagirl @artbykevans @quite-a-character , but absolutely no pressure to do this! 😊

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bayonettassecondgf · 3 years ago

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BYLER AS INCORRECT QUOTES

(bc I said so)

MIKE: Don't worry, I know exactly what I'm doing. Everything is gonna be fine!

WILL: How can you still say that?

MIKE: Because sometimes when things get tough denial is all we have.

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MIKE: I think I'm having a midlife crisis

WILL: You're like 15 years old

MIKE: I MIGHT DIE AT 30

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WILL: This is such a bad idea

MIKE: Then why are you coming along?

WILL: One of us needs to be able to talk the cops out of arresting us when this inevitably goes wrong.

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WILL: God give me patience

MIKE: I think you mean ' God give me strength'

WILL: If God gave me strength you'd be dead.

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Will: I’m not being weird. Am I being weird?

Mike: Yes, and that’s coming from me.

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Will: Let’s write Mike a friendly note, shall we? Dear... Incompetent... Dumbass...

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Mike: Are you having another depressive episode?

Will: A depressive episode?

Will: I'm having a depressive series and we're just on season one.

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Will: You want some leftovers?

Mike: What are those?

Will: You've never had leftovers before?

Mike: No, ‘cause I’m not a quitter.

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Mike: What should I do?

Will: *holds out hand* May I suggest dinner with a friend?

Mike: Well, none of my friends are available, so I guess I'll have to go with you.

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MIKE, struggling to keep upright in their 1 inch heels: Yeah, I-I don’t really think heels are for me

WILL, pointing at them and walking flawlessly in sparkly golden 6 inch heels: WEAK.

MIKE: Ok, maybe playing ‘whose family is most dysfunctional’ wasn’t the best idea we’ve had. WILL has been crying in the bathroom for an hour. We can’t get him out...

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WILL: Sorry it took me so long to bail you out of jail

MIKE: No it’s my fault, I shouldn’t’ve used my one phone call to prank call the police

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WILL: WHAT’S YOUR TYPE

MIKE: Anything, honestly, but nerds especially WILL, desperately, as MIKE bleeds out: YOUR BLOOD TYPE

MIKE: Oh! B positive.

WILL: DONT TRY TO CHEER ME UP JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE

MIKE:

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MIKE: Where are you going?

WILL: To get ice cream or commit a felony, I’ll decide on the way there

#funnyhaha #stranger things #will byers has had enough #byler tumblr #will byers #mike needs to talk to murray #mike wheeler #stranger things season four #will byers needs a gun

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shemarmooresfedora · 4 years ago

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hi baby congratulations on 300!!!🥳 i’m so glad to be here ! 💗🤍💗🤍✨⭐️

you know i’m obsessed w ur fics so, i am gently begging you to write something w prompts “can i paint your nails” “i’m going to steal this from you” and “people don’t compliment you enough” (sorry i forgot the numbers :( ) pleeeease? 🥺🥺

(sorry if it’s too much) thanks, i love u <3

It’s a Love Story

Summary: It’s senior skip day and you’re determined to pull your best friend of 10 years (and secret crush) out of his comfort zone.

Pairing: High School Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (but imagine Spencer is 18 so he is the normal high school senior age)

Content/Warnings: fluff, swearing, bullying

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: this fic is very self-indulgent because my senior skip day was yesterday! :)

Masterlist

“Hey, Spence! Wait up,” you jogged down the hall to catch up with him.

“Hey, Y/N. How’d your math test go?” Spencer asked.

“I’d rather not talk about it,” you groaned, “Thank you for trying to tutor me last night but I think I’m a lost cause at this point. It’s too late in the school year to care.”

“Did you know that ‘senioritis’ can actually be categorized as situational depression? In 2009, 22% of colleges decided to revoke some admissions offers after students began to slack off at the end of their senior year,” Spencer stated.

“Oh, trust me, genius, I may not be as smart as you but I’m not dumb enough to lose my scholarship to UCLA. I did the math out and even if I completely bombed this unit test, I can still maintain my A average,” you replied.

“I never said you weren’t smart, I was just warning you. I don’t want you to lose your spot at your dream school,” Spencer explained, “People don’t compliment you enough for all the hard work you put in to get accepted there.”

“Well, thanks for looking out for me, Spence,” you smiled, taking a seat in the back corner of the classroom.

Spencer sat right in front of you and turned around in his seat, “Do you have any homework?”

“Nope. My study hall is wide open just as expected. The teachers are losing just as much steam as the students,” you grinned, unzipping your backpack and pulling out nail polish.

“Can I paint your nails?” you asked.

“Y/N, don’t you think I get made fun of enough?” he whispered back.

“Girls love when guys paint their nails and if any guys try to give you shit, I’ll personally kick their ass. I took a self-defense course but I’ll use those moves I learned however I see fit,” you said.

“Fine,” Spencer relented, extending his hand out to you.

Spencer was honestly sold once you said that girls love it. That must include you, right?

“It’s purple too. Your favorite color,” you smiled, shaking the bottle up and then beginning to paint his nails.

Spencer thought it was cute that you picked up on his habit of sticking your tongue out of the corner of your mouth when you were concentrating.

“Isn’t it pretty?” you beamed as you worked on the second coat of polish.

“Yeah,” Spencer replied, not looking at his nails but the girl directly in front of him.

You gently blew air on his nails to dry them, “All done!”

“Well, well, well if it isn’t the teacher’s pet?” Brad, the captain of the football team, smirked as Spencer passed through the hallways after his math team practice ended.

“Wow, nail polish? And to think you couldn’t become any more of a loser?” he sneered as the jocks began to encircle around Spencer.

“Spence, there you are! I’ve been looking for you all over. Let’s go, we’re going to be late,” you walked right into the crowd of boys, paying no mind to them and grabbing Spencer’s hand, pulling him towards the exit.

“Don’t look back,” you whispered.

“You know one day your little girlfriend there is going to realize what a pathetic nerd you are. I’ll be ready to show her what a real man is,” Brad called after you.

“Oh yes, Brad, a real man goes to community college to hang on to the scraps of his mediocre football career that is his only reminder of when he peaked in high school,” you laughed.

“Y/N, he’s going to kill me for that,” Spencer groaned after you exited the building.

“Relax, we have three days left and then we won’t ever have to see that dick again,” you assured him.

“We have four days left,” Spencer corrected you.

“No, three because we’re not going in tomorrow,” you walked into the diner and took your seat in your usual booth, “It’s senior skip day.”

When Spencer didn’t respond, you looked up from your menu, “Spencer Reid, please do not tell me you were going to go in on senior skip day.”

“Why would I want to miss school?”

“Because you already know everything they could possibly teach you and you can spend the whole day with your best friend instead?” you fluttered your eyelashes to persuade him.

“I don’t want to go to the beach with all the popular kids. I’ll get shoved in the sand,” Spencer grabbed some of the fries that the waitress dropped off for you and popped them into his mouth.

“That is why we are going all the way to Santa Monica. We’ll just get up a little earlier and drive a little further but then we won’t run into anyone from our school,” you proposed.

“Fine but you’re driving,” Spencer huffed.

“Well, I’m certainly not letting the guy drive who hasn’t driven since he got his license just to prove he could pass,” you giggled.

“Why do I need to drive when my next-door neighbor can be my personal chauffeur?” he grinned.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll pick you up at 7 on the dot tomorrow.”

You honked outside of Spencer’s house. He came scrambling out with a big canvas tote bag, a tan sweater, and lilac swim shorts that ended at his mid-thigh.

“Get in, loser. We’re going to the beach,” you rolled down the window.

Spencer furrowed his brow for a second before opening the door.

“It’s just a reference to a popular movie. I wasn’t actually calling you a loser,” you assured him.

“My mom made us blueberry muffins for the ride,” Spencer pulled a ziploc bag out of the tote.

“Oh that is so sweet of her! Please tell her I said thank you. She must have been having a good night then,” you smiled, accepting one of the muffins from Spencer.

“Yes, she has been having a good week overall,” Spencer affirmed.

“That’s so great to hear. Okay, we’re stopping for coffee but then we’ll get on the highway.”

The opening notes of Love Story by Taylor Swift began to play on the radio.

“Oh my god! Turn it up!” you screamed.

Spencer grinned and turned the volume knob up.

“Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone. I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run. You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess. It's a love story, baby, just say ‘yes’,” you sang.

You rolled down the windows as soon as you exited off the highway.

“Do you smell that, Spence?” you inhaled deeply, “Something about the salty air and sunshine just makes me feel alive.”

“You know it’s probably your increased exposure to the sunlight leading to an increase in vitamin D which can keep your energy levels up and enhance your mood,” Spencer stated.

“Well, whatever it is, I still love it,” you grinned.

You and Spencer made your way along the sandy coast. You parked in the beach parking lot and got out of the car, grabbing your mini cooler and chair.

Spencer grabbed the other chair and his tote and you headed down to the beach, walking a ways before settling on a spot in a less crowded area.

You took off your big t-shirt revealing your light blue bikini.

“Can we go in the water please?” you begged.

Spencer dug into his tote and tossed you a tube of sunscreen.

“Not until you put that on,” Spencer insisted.

“Fine,” you huffed.

“Sorry I don’t want you to be sunburnt for graduation,” he chuckled.

“Can you do my back?” you asked.

“I-um-yeah-yes I can do that,” Spencer scrambled to stand up from his beach chair.

His breath hitched in his throat as he applied the cool lotion to your back.

“All good,” he cleared his throat.

“Thanks, Spence! Do you need me to do your back or are you all set?” you asked.

“Nope, I’m all good. My mom did it before I left,” Spencer said.

“Can we go in the water now?” you pleaded.

Spencer gave a reluctant nod as you let out an excited squeal, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the tide.

You dove right into the cool waves, instantly relieving your body of the southern californian summer heat. Spencer was a bit more hesitant.

“It feels so good, Spence. Trust me,” you smoothed your wet hair back.

Spencer inhaled deeply and then sunk beneath the water as a wave passed by him.

“Yay! He’s actually having fun, people!” you cheered as he emerged from underneath the water.

Spencer playfully splashed water at you and you gasped.

“Oh Spencer Reid, you are so on,” you laughed, splashing water right back at him.

Spencer shielded it from his face with his hand and then started chasing after you. You shrieked in a giggle fit as he lifted you up in the water so you could no longer splash him.

“I surrender! I surrender!” you laughed along with him.

You and Spencer were walking on the basically deserted boardwalk by this time of night, licking your ice cream cones.

Spencer noticed you were shivering and pulled off his sweater, handing it to you.

“No, Spence. I can’t, then you’ll be cold,” you said.

“I really don’t mind,” Spencer insisted, wanting to have your scent on his sweater forever.

“Thank you,” you slipped it over your head, “I’m probably going to steal this from you because it’s super comfy.”

A reminder alert buzzed on your phone, “Oh shit. We have to sign up for tickets to go to prom by midnight,” you spoke.

Spencer shot you a guilty look.

“You’re not going?” you sighed defeatedly, trying your hardest not to tear up.

“Y/N, I don’t dance. I’ll make a fool of myself.”

“And I’ll be right by your side making a fool of myself too,” you urged, “Spence, it’s going to be no fun without you. I was going to ask you to officially be my date, you know? I had this whole complicated equation that I was going to have you solve and graph and the line spelled out ‘Prom?’. It’s stupid thinking back on it now, I won’t make you go.”

“I was going to ask you,” Spencer smiled softly, “but then I chickened out.”

“How about this? You give me one dance right now and then we’ll decide if we’re going or not,” you opened your phone and started playing Dancing by Mellow Fellow.

Spencer extended his hand and you accepted as he wrapped his other arm around your waist. You waltzed around the boardwalk in perfect sync as the neon lights from food stands and rides were shining down on you.

Spencer twirled you around and caught you in a dip. You let out a shaky exhale as you both stared into each other’s eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispered.

“Please do. I’ve only been waiting 10 years for it since I moved in next door,” you smiled softly.

Spencer leaned down further and connected your lips. You pulled him even closer with your hands cupping his cheeks.

“I’ll go to prom with you under one condition,” he grinned, pulling away, “we go as boyfriend and girlfriend.”

“Absolutely,” you beamed and stood on your tippy-toes to give him another kiss that was long overdue.

A/N: i took a note out of my dear friend @samuel-de-champagne-problems ‘s book by naming the title after a Taylor Swift song

taglist (just ask to be added or removed!): @samuel-de-champagne-problems @g0lden-cth @spencerreid9 @averyhotchner @coldlilheart @k-k0129 @ickleronniekinsemotionalrange @harrystylesandthegoobs @cmily @rem-ariiana

#spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid #reid x reader #spencer x reader #cm fanfic #criminal minds #cm fic #dr spencer reid #spencer reid one shot

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vroomvroomkachowboi · 4 years ago

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I Hear a Symphony

smut, fluff, angst: angst/fluff

pairing: draco malfoy x reader(fem)

word count: 1.5k (1580)

summary: draco’s has been depressed ever since astoria died and he’s been learning to parent as a windowed single father, that is until he meets y/n

warning: death, depression, cursing

a/n: inspired by a song i found on tik tok called “i hear a symphony” by cody fry, i totally recommend it, it’s soo good. ik i said i was gonna write a fred imagine, but dang i’ve been getting so much inspo to write draco imagines. ik astoria died when scorpius was 13, but let’s pretend she died much earlier, also don’t know much abt astoria, so if anything is wrong, i’m sorry. I'm super proud of this so without further ado, enjoy

Draco still remembers the day of Astoria’s funeral. He held his son, Scorpius, crying as he clearly lacked his mother’s warm touch. Narcissa and Lucius gladly took in Scorpius while Draco mourned and grieved. He had entered his large, empty mansion, and laid in his California King sized bed, feeling the dent of his late wife’s body on the mattress.

He had to pick up his son a week later because he could not look at him, a reminder of Astoria, and the fact that she risked her health for him, for him to not be lonely after her blood curse took her, and yet he was still lonely. He felt a void in his body, and waking up every morning, it felt like it was just getting bigger.

He noticed he was getting very pale, so he decided to take Scorpius and himself to an ice cream parlor in Diagon Alley. The lady at the register had y/l y/h hair, and y/c eyes. As Draco got closer to the register, he noticed how young she was, possibly around his age. She gave him a sweet smile. “That’ll be 2 galleons sir,” She says. He pulls out 2 galleons out of his left pocket and puts it on the counter. “Thank you. Have a nice day-ooh, your son is going to need napkins.” She lets out a giggle and hands him more napkins. And she was right, Scorpius had strawberry ice cream all over his mouth, dripping from his chin. “Thank you.” He says quickly, and grabs Scorpius’ hand to sit down.

Draco often took Scorpius out so he wouldn’t be cooped up in the house all day. Draco also didn’t want to be reminded of the emptiness that his wife left behind.

They both decided to go to a park in London. Draco sat on a bench, observing his child interact with the muggle children, he knew Astoria would be happy about it. “Hello.” A familiar female voice startled him. He turned around to see the lady from the ice cream shop in Diagon Alley. “Hello.” He replied.

“I thought Malfoys hated muggles.” She says and takes a seat next to him. He shifts over, uncomfortably, but she didn’t seem to notice. “No, I stopped thinking that way. What about you? What are you doing here?” He says. “I came to visit my muggle family. My niece is over there.” She points to a young girl on the swings. He nodded, unsure of what to say.

They both just sat in a somewhat comfortable silence, while watching all those happy young kids running around.

Suddenly, Scorpius’ screams were heard from across the playground. Draco got up quickly and rushed over to his son. Scorpius had scraped his knee really badly. Draco carried him over to the bench, with Y/n still sitting, in shock of the crying child. “I fell off the swings!” Scorpius whined when Draco asked what had happened. “Oh god, I can’t use my magic here! I’m sorry Scorp, I can’t heal you.” Scorpius seemed to cry louder.

Draco's heartbeat quickened. It felt like everything was closing in. ‘Astoria would’ve known what to do.’ He thought. He felt so unfit to be a single father.

“Don't worry Draco. I’ve got just what you need until you get home.” Y/n said. Grabbing a brown bottle and a cotton ball from her bag. “My brother gave me all this stuff in case my niece got hurt. What luck.” The bottle read “Hydrogen Peroxide”. Draco watched as she poured some on the ball. “This won’t hurt.” She said with a soft tone in her voice, and Scorpius nodded hesitantly. She dabbed the cotton ball on the wound, he watched as it bubbled.

“What is it doing?” Draco asked. “It’s cleaning the scrape. I’ll put a bandage on it, and you can fix it with magic when you get home.” Draco nodded. “Thank you. What do we say, Scorp?” He asked. “Thank you.” Little Scorpius said quietly and got up to play again.

“I believe I never got your name.” Draco asked. “Y/n.”

This was the start to a lovely friendship. Draco and Scorpius often went to visit Y/n at the ice cream parlor. When Draco needed Y/n, she’d always be there. Because she knew how vulnerable he was since the death of his wife, he also trusted her enough to babysit Scorpius, and thankfully Scorpius loved her.

Every night after her shift, she’d come over with pints of ice cream for all of them to eat. With her help, he was able to finally mourn healthily. No longer was he alone at nights, she would sleep in the guest room close to the master’s bedroom.

Although, something was wrong with Draco. He cared for his new friend, but his admiration for her grew the more he got to know her. He grew feelings for her quickly. ‘I can't do this to Astoria.’ Was always a reoccurring thought, but the more he tried to suppress it, the more his love grew.

It also seems that Scorpius viewed her as a second mother, he couldn’t hurt them.

He decided to give her the silent treatment. The less he hangs out with her, the faster his feelings fade, right?

It went on for a month. Slowly but surely, ignoring Y/n more and more. She spent most of her time with Scorpius, not that she minded, but Draco was acting strange.

So, enough was enough. She was going to confront him about it. So on a Friday night, she put the blonde 6-year-old to bed. Hearing the light snores from the young child, she slipped out quietly from his bedroom, looking for his father. She looked all around the large home, but found him outside, sitting on a bench by the tall grass hedges.

“Draco!” She called out. He flinches and hesitantly looks up at her. She sat by him. “What's up with you? You’ve been acting strange lately.” He stayed quiet. “You can trust me, Dray. We’ve been friends for over a year now.” He sighed loudly. “I...I like you.” He whispers.

“Oh.”

Draco shuts his eyes tightly, feeling as if it was a mistake. “I think you need to leave.” He hears Y/n’s feet shuffle on the grass. He let out a heavy breath and puts his face in his hands. Tears pour out of his grey eyes. ‘I can’t do this to Astoria.’ He felt so guilty. As if he was cheating on his wife. Why did he need to feel this way? What would Scorpius think? Would he think he's replacing his beloved mother?

“I’m sorry, Astoria.” He cried. He headed to the master’s bedroom and dozed off.

The next morning, Draco had realized it was a mistake to send Y/n home, because Scorpius had been nagging him all day about her whereabouts. It went on for an entire week as well. He also felt very lonely, she brought light into the dark home. He needed her, whether it was as a friend or a partner.

He decided to make amends, so he took Scorpius to the ice cream parlor.

Y/n heard the bell at the door, she was ready to serve her next customer, until she realized who it was. Draco and Scorpius. “What can I get you two?” She said professionally. “Strawberry.” Young Scorpius replies. So she scooped some strawberry ice cream for the 6 year old, and handed the cup to him.

Scorpius thanks her. “Go find us a seat. I’ll be there in a second, Scorp.” Draco says to him. Draco pats him on the head before sending him away. “And you sir?”

“Come on, Y/n. Don't be like that. I’m here to apologize.” He looks into her e/c eyes. She sighs loudly before going to face him. She walks towards him. “Talk.”

“I’m sorry. I apologize for ignoring you and for sending you off after confessing something big like that.” He grabs Y/n’s hands. “I have feelings for you. And I thought that if I ignored you, they might go away, but they didn't. Having a crush on you felt like I was cheating on Astoria. I felt guilty, and I didn't want Scorp to think I’m replacing his mother.” She furrowed her eyebrows but let him continue. “Ever since you entered my life, you’ve helped me become a better father and helped me mourn. You're my best friend, N/n, sending you away made me realize how much you’ve impacted me and Scorpius’ life. My life was boring, and miserable, but you came in, and you pieced me back together and fixed my broken heart. Astoria would’ve want me to be happy, and I’m happy with you.”

“Wow.” Draco chuckles at her one word. “That was one of the most beautiful declarations of love I've ever heard.” She threw her arms around him, and he quickly returns the gesture. They both knew what the other wanted.

Draco and Y/n pulled away from each other a little, but only to lock lips. Y/n’s hands were placed on his waist, while Draco’s pale hands were on her face.

Kissing each other was like hearing an entire symphony, adrenaline rising, and making them want more affection from each other. Draco once felt like he would never be happy again, but now he's the happiest he's been in over a year.

She pulls away and smirks, “I’ll get your ice cream now. I’ll see you once my shift is over.”

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trixicbean · 4 years ago

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Ok, hear me out... supercorp, no. 6, really angsty and somehow resolve the angst with no. 1

“It’s always been you” + “I’m going to marry that girl” + supercorp [read on ao3]

Kara chased Lena out of the apartment and down the stairs, Lena had taken the lift. Why did she say that? What on Earth was she thinking? She needed to pray to Rao and all the Gods anyone had ever believed in that Lena would forgive her. She made it down the stairs as Lena ran out of the lift.

“Leave me alone, Kara!” she shouted as she went to run out of the apartment building. It was raining.

“You’re going to catch hypothermia!” something overcame Kara and she suddenly didn’t care who saw her use her powers. She sped ahead and got to the door before Lena did. “Please just listen to me,” Kara begged.

“I filled your office with flowers,” Lena yelled exasperated, “I bought you a company. I cleared my schedule any time you wanted to hang out. I broke every single rule, and I told you time and time and again how different you were, and you didn��t get the hint and now,” Lena took a deep breath, “Now, you tell me,”.

“Lena,” Kara begged, stopping her from stepping around Kara, “Please,”.

“I need some time,” Lena tried to step around her again, “It’s four years of flirting and I need some time so either you leave or I will keep storming out of my own apartment,”.

Kara took a deep breath considering her options, she looked out into the rain. She opened the door and stepped into the open space so Lena wouldn’t leave, “I’ll go,” she smiled, “You were never meant to see that text,”.

“Because that makes it so much better,” Lena deadpanned, going to turn away and go back up the stairs.

Kara caught her hand to stop her from leaving and Lena turned to face her with a glare. “Let go,” she told her and Kara did immediately but Lena made no move to leave.

“It’s always been you,” Kara told her before she turned around and walked off into the rain. She rushed into the nearest alleyway and changed into her super suit, flying above the city and calling Alex from the air.

She thought back to that moment. How could she be so stupid? She’d gone to grab some more popcorn from the kitchen and Nia had texted her. Lena had picked it up. Her thumbprint was on Kara’s phone, it wasn’t unusual. If it were around Lena’s birthday or Christmas Kara would keep her phone hidden so she could keep secrets, but it was a boring day in January, so it was just laying on the couch.

“Who is it?” Kara had called over to Lena as she poured the popcorn from the bag into the bowl. Lena hadn’t responded. “Lee?” she called out again.

“I need some air,” Lena had choked out before running out of the apartment. Kara had dropped the popcorn on the counter, spilling half of it everywhere and running over to her phone.

Nia: try not to look at Lena like you are completely and totally in love with her all night

Kara cursed herself. Lena was going to have to clean up all her mess. She should’ve cleaned up before going down the stairs. Alex picked up the phone and she just let the tears fall down her face as her sister asked what was going on.

“So Lena is in love with you,” Alex spoke slowly as they sat opposite each other on the couch.

“That’s what she suggested,” Kara interrupted her sister, caution running through her. Lena was still pretty mad at her. She had ignored all of Kara’s apology texts that she had sent in the two hours since she last saw her. She didn’t want to assume anything.

“So Lena is in love with you,” Alex repeated, a glare thrown her sister’s way.

“There’s no evidence for it,” Kara sighed, interrupting Alex again.

“Lena is in love with you,” Alex repeated again, her voice raising a little, glaring at Kara and almost daring her to speak, “And you’re in love with her,” she finished, giving Kara an expectant look. Kara nodded monotonously.

“Where’s the issue?” Alex went on.

“She’s mad at me,” Kara pouted.

“So make her not mad at you,” Alex shrugged, “It’s Lena, all you need to do is pull out that pout,” Alex pointed at Kara’s lips, “Then you will be fine,”.

“She said she wanted space,” Kara mumbled.

“Ignore her,” Alex shrugged. Kara thought for a second. She had violated Lena’s trust and not listened to her again and again, she needed to listen to her now. She at least owed Lena that.

“I don’t want to do that,” she shrugged.

Kara avoided Lena for a while. Well, not exactly avoided her, just didn’t contact her apart from a one-line text.

I’m here when you want to talk.

Lena didn’t show up at CatCo for two weeks and soon the pain of missing her best friend started to hit Kara and everyone was noticing. Snapper was yelling at her for moping multiple times a day for the first week yet halfway through the second he switched to actually being nice to her.

Alex started dropping off various editions of Kara’s comfort foods after day three when she found Kara staring out of the window wearing Lena’s sweater and eating ice cream while crying. In Kara’s defence, it was triggered by an extremely depressing event involving a perfect puppy video that she couldn’t send to Lena because she was giving her space. After that, Alex was showing up most mornings with doughnuts and when she couldn’t make it Nia would show up with a box when Kara got to CatCo. Then there were the lunch deliveries of potstickers and dinner deliveries of various foods.

By day eleven, Alex had hosted an intervention, claiming her wallet couldn’t handle it anymore. The intervention essentially involved dragging Kara out of her apartment for the next three days and keeping her so busy she was either always working, on Supergirl duty, training at the DEO or being dragged out to either the dive bar or a karaoke bar.

Lena showed up at CatCo on day fourteen late at night. Almost everyone had left the offices. It was only Kara, Nia and an intern with one of the photographers in an office off the bullpen. Kara could hear Lena enter the building. Her heartbeat drew closer. Kara didn’t know whether to panic or dance around in excitement, the last thing she could do was work though. The words spun on the page as she heard Lena get on the elevator.

She picked up her pen and started playing with it just to give her something to do. It snapped in half after she’d clicked the top twice. Nia looked over at her in confusion and at the same moment, the doors pinged before they slid open to reveal Lena standing there looking down at her phone.

Kara’s heart stopped. She looked the same yet somewhat different. Kara couldn’t tell if it was tiredness or something else but her features had fallen a little and she looked like she hadn’t smiled in weeks. Kara cursed herself. She shouldn’t have given her space. She should have fought for Lena. She shouldn’t have assumed Lena would run and leave first like everyone else. She should have given Lena a chance.

Then Lena looked up and for just a second her eyes lit up and her features lifted a little, her bag going a little straighter but it was just a second. Then her face fell again. She doesn’t want to talk. Kara’s heart sunk yet she still stood up out of her chair as Lean left the elevator and turned away from Kara.

“Lee,” she called after her.

“I need more time,” Lena replied as she walked into her office, “I just need to sign some papers,”. Kara sighed and leaned against the nearest wall. The last two weeks had been hell. She couldn’t care less if Lena loved her back, she just wanted her best friend again. She missed Lena more than she could bear. Her life without Lena was unbearable. She’d take her back in any capacity. She needed her.

Kara tried to hold back the tears as she sank to the floor against the wall. Her head falling against her knees as she hugged her knees to her chest. Kara hated this. She didn’t know how long she stayed there but then someone was standing over her. It might have been a second after or an hour but someone was standing over her.

“Stand up,” Lena’s exasperated demand broke through Kara’s thoughts. Kara lifted her head and looked at her. “Just stand up,” Lena smiled. She smiled. Kara couldn’t help but smile. Lena stepped forward into Kara’s space and lifted a hand to her cheek, wiping a tear away gently.

“I want the record to note that I am still mad at you,” Lena smiled before she leaned forward and captured Kara’s lips in a gentle, cautious kiss. It took a second for Kara to register what was actually happening but then she reacted and the kiss quickly became so much less cautious and so much more perfect. If that was even possible.

Lena pulled away gently and Kara’s eyes opened slowly to look into Lena’s. “You realise if you had told me sooner we could have done that so many more times,” Lena smirked in a whisper against Kara’s lips.

“You didn’t tell me either,” Kara smiled.

“I’m still mad at you,” Lena warned her sternly, a smile tugging at her lips. Kara just hummed non-commitantly and leaned forward, capturing Lena’s lips in another kiss. Lena smiled into the kiss and Kara couldn’t help but do the same as her hand gingerly found their way to Lena’s waist and pulled her close as Lena’s hands stayed on Kara’s cheeks, holding Kara close to her.

Kara went to deepen the kiss but Lena pulled away, “This is a workplace,” she whispered against Kara’s lips before she pressed another light kiss there. Her hands withdrew from Kara’s as she pulled away from her touch. “Call me,” Lena winked before she picked up her bag and got on the open elevator.

Kara sucked in a breath as her heart skipped a beat and she leaned back against the wall, her hand hovering over the lips trying to desperately preserve Lena’s touch. Someone cleared their throat in front of her and Kara opened her eyes to see Lena standing there, desperately trying to hold back a laugh as she raised an eyebrow expectantly.

“You have a little,” Nia indicated her own lips and Kara brought up her hand to cover her lips this time, turning to look into the reflection of the wall behind them. There was definitely Lena’s lipstick there. Kara wiped it away reluctantly and turned back to face Nia who was smiling widely.

“What did she say?” Nia asked.

“She’s still mad at me and that I should’ve told her earlier. I'm pretty sure the kiss was just to show me what I had been missing,” Kara sighed happily, leaning against the wall as Lena let out a laugh.

“Should’ve told her sooner,” Nia smiled.

“I know,” Kara turned to look to the place Lena had disappeared before she turned back to Nia, “I’m going to marry that girl,” she smiled.

Nia shook her head with a smile and a sigh, “I’m surprised it took you this long to figure that out,”.

#kara danvers #lena luthor #kara x lena #lena x kara #supercorp #supergirl #supergirl cw #sgcw #katie mcgrath #melissa benoist #kashy mcgra #avery writes

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nightshade-minho · 4 years ago

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MOONSTORM [ iii ]

You know that feeling when you know you’ve made a terrible mistake?

Yes. That feeling.

It’s a feeling that never really goes away. You had to learn that the hard way.

Irrevocable actions, stupid mistakes. You were heart-wrenchingly familiar with all of it.

To err was human apparently. You...weren’t human, though.

It seems like being superhuman was insignificant, after all. At the end of the day, nothing mattered. None of your powers did.

Despite it all, you still lost him.

warnings: depressing shit (it gets better though dw) mentions of death, violence, sexual content, future smut

wc: 2.8k

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It felt like the world had lost all color.

It had happened so many months ago, and yet it still felt like it happened just yesterday. The memories of stumbling out of his lair, covered in his blood and your tears, still fresh in your mind.

The image of his face, betrayed and yet so calm as he uttered those last words to you...it haunted you constantly.

You found yourself looking at the moon every night, dreaming about what could have been. The nightmares endlessly plagued your sleep as well, causing you to fear even your own bed.

No...even after Hyunjin's effects on you wore off, your own brain took on the responsibility of torturing you by conjuring up more heartbreaking dreams. Dreams which made you long for something you knew you’d lost forever- never to be yours again.

You never truly realized how much you’d gotten used to having him around. Life was so glaringly empty and meaningless without him. It was a complicated relationship…and yet it still left a giant hole in you. An all-encompassing despair that threatened to swallow you up.

With him gone, it just didn’t feel right to be a superhero anymore. How could you be the strong role model for everyone in the city to rely on when you knew just how weak you’d become? Even when the newspapers were covered with your heroics, even as the mayor addressed the city and expressed his desire to give you a medal for stopping yet another supervillain from roaming the streets- you stubbornly refused to don that costume ever again.

You stayed hidden through it all. You just couldn’t bring yourself to go out in public anymore. Your vigilante costume lay forgotten in the back of your closet- crumpled and sad.

It just...felt wrong. At the moment you felt nothing but pathetic. You didn’t have time to waste saving a snotty kitten stuck on a tree or stop a petty criminal from robbing a bank- all you were fit to do was eat ice cream straight from the can, and watch a soulless movie. The same routine, day in and day out. You hadn’t left your apartment in nearly a month, not even to buy groceries. Every second was spent wrapped up in blankets, pondering what you’d done.

Was that selfish of you? Probably. You were discovering new flaws by the second.

Sighing, you sat up a little, your ass almost numb from how long you’d spent lying down. Glancing up, you saw your father’s portrait looking down at you. You swallowed and slowly stood up from your bed, groaning to yourself. Why did he suddenly seem so disappointed?

Maybe a little bit of fresh air is what you needed, considering you were starting to believe the paintings were changing expressions. After all, you had work to do anyway- might as well take advantage of the nearby café’s free WiFi.

***

Here at last.

You sat down in the corner of the café, so tired you could barely move a muscle. But you had to get a move on with your life- the recovery should have happened by now.

And yet here you were, months later. Nothing seemed to be able to fill the hole he left behind, and even now you wished you could go back home as soon as possible.

Had it...had it been a mistake?

Of course it had. Your misery was evidence, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could convince yourself that you’d done it for the good of the city.

The truth was... Hwang Hyunjin scared you.

He made you feel things, made you want to be someone else entirely. Every ounce of rigidity and austerity you’d imposed in yourself disappeared every time you were with him. He made you want to give everything up- give up all the responsibilities and burdens you carried on your shoulders to be with him. To be like him- free.

It wasn’t Hyunjin who was a threat to the city. No, not directly.

It was you- or rather the lack of you.

This city needed you to survive, and if Hyunjin managed to change you...it surely wouldn’t have lasted long without your help. Hyunjin had never really been the city’s biggest threat- there were far worse villains and it was them who you really fought against.

He was more of just an inconvenience, someone you had to deal with from time to time. And then he’d struck that deal- after which the nature of your relationship had turned into something entirely different.

Every time he acted up, it was usually just a ploy to get your attention. And attention was exactly what he got. You’d reinforced his behavior like an idiot.

You told yourself it was a chore, but it wasn’t all that convincing. You’d loved spending those nights in his bed, loved the way he was an expert at making you come undone with his body and his words.

It really had seemed like a good idea at the time. The right thing to do. However, it was quickly starting to seem like anything but.

You sighed as your mind tried its best not to travel back all those months. Dipping a teabag into the liquid, you mindlessly observed the customers in the cafe. Many of them were young, teenagers who were heading out before class.

You sighed as you recalled your own high school days, the times Hyunjin and you had hung out in a cafe much like this one.

“You don’t have to help me with this project, you know.”

“Ah, shush. It’s our final year. I’m not going to leave you alone.” He smiled as he flipped through his books, taking a sip of his coffee occasionally.

“You act like you’re not sticking to me like white on rice the rest of the year.” You roll your eyes, chuckling to yourself.

“Don’t get snippy with me, missy.” He smirked, still thumbing the pages nonchalantly. “Or I’ll have to punish you.”

“You- I- what?” You wouldn’t admit it, but the thought caused a fluttering sensation in more than one place. It was a little bit of a shock, considering the two of you had done nothing more than make out and flirt, until now.

“Chill. I’m kidding.” He shook his head, looking up at you. “Unless…” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“Stop it! I’m supposed to be working right now.” You whined, swatting him with a rolled up paper.

“I don’t care.” He tapped his fingers on the table. “Hm...do you know what I’m thinking of right now, Y/n?”

“W-what?”

“Thinking about how easy it would be to slip my fingers under your skirt and play with that pretty pussy of yours. I’m pretty sure it’s soaked your underwear through by now.”

Fuck.

Your cheeks flushed as you stared at your plate. You couldn’t find it in yourself to respond properly- his mere words had already turned you to a mess.

“S-shut up.” You mumbled, reading out formulas aloud as you tried to divert your attention from it. Hyunjin let out a teasing chuckle at your lame attempt to change the topic, shaking his head as he stared at his book again, unaware you were looking over your own at him, pressing your thighs together subtly.

God, he was so...so annoying.

You snapped out of it, sighing as you looked around at the much less crowded cafe. Had it always looked so dull? So lifeless?

The thought of him was hurtful- it felt like a dull knife, screwing itself into you. Reminding you what you’d done.

You’d killed the love of your life.

And now? There was no way to bring him back.

***

“Murder is never something a superhero should resort to. A good hero always stays true to themselves- they only kill if it’s absolutely necessary.”

A cough.

“But of course...villains are exempt from that rule. Killing one villain’s life could save countless others.”

Hm. You weren’t exactly sure if your father was right. Although you were just a child, you still had some knowledge of morality.

Was he? Killing just...seemed wrong. You didn’t know if you could bring yourself to do it, no matter how evil the person was.

“Surely there are other ways to neutralize someone evil, Father?”

He narrowed his eyes at you, before shaking his head coldly. “Untrue.”

“The truth is, some lives are expendable, my dear Y/n…” Another cough, before he cleared his throat and fixed his gaze back on you.

“You must always look for the greater good.”

***

You still remembered the day you first met Hyunjin.

He was 13, and you were just a little younger. Your families were good comrades and allies, so your eventual meeting had already been planned.

The two of you were in the living room with everyone else as they talked to each other, mingling and chattering like adults usually did. Hyunjin and you made an unanimous decision to sneak out to the rooftop, and get to know each other better.

“So...our parents are allies now, hm? This means we’re going to see each other a lot more.”

“Of course we are! We’re both prodigies, like my dad and your mom...we inherited their powers, so they’re obviously going to want to cultivate those.”

“You speak pretty fancy for a 12 year old.”

“Hey, so do you! Besides, we’re gifted, aren’t we?”

“Hm.” He sighed, swinging his legs and inhaling. After a few seconds of silence, he spoke up again.

“Do you actually like having these powers?”

“Oh? Well, yeah...I do...my father tells me stories of his days as a superhero. I want to help people, just like him.”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. I’d much rather live a normal life. Get a normal job, find someone to love, and have a normal marriage in a normal town.”

You pressed your lips together. “To each their own, I guess. Personally, I just want to get rid of all the evil in the world and make my father proud.”

“Really?”

“Yep.”

“Evil…” He tapped his chin. “How does one even know the difference between good and evil?”

You raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean? I’m pretty sure it would be obvious in every situation.”

“I disagree. The distinction is blurry. No one knows for sure, and definitely not at first glance.” He sighed. “I would know.”

You brought your knees to your chest as you observed the city below. “Well, I guess you’re right…” you paused, your heart feeling a little heavy for some reason.

“Do you know?”

“The line between good and evil is thin, Y/n. I can’t say I know for sure. But do you know what will always help you remember?”

“What?”

“Your heart.” He said softly, glancing at you and offering you a small smile.

“Just do whatever feels right...trust yourself.”

***

You sighed and shut your laptop.

Home. You needed to go home, cause your heart ached too much. You definitely weren’t ready to go back to work yet. You hadn’t done anything productive today really, just drink coffee and reflect on your actions. Regretting....regretting it all.

It’d been wrong. The wrong choice, the wrong decision.

You knew that, now. There could have been another way. You shouldn’t have rushed into it like that...how could you?

You felt a surge of hatred towards yourself engulf you. It was all your fault, this pain you were feeling. You didn’t have anyone to direct this immense anger towards except yourself. You realized this little fact in horror, your heart clenching as you wished things could have been different.

Finishing off your coffee, you placed a few bills on the table as you left the café, heading home. Ready to burrow under the blankets again, wallow in your self pity and pain. There wasn’t much else to do except succumb to acceptance.

You made your way down the street, humming the saddest song you knew under your breath.

All of a sudden, you felt eyes burning into your back. Your own eyes widening slightly, you turned around quickly-

But there was no one there.

Weird. Sighing, you decided to go back to going over your plans for tonight in your mind.

Maybe watch a movie in hopes of triggering some sort of emotion in you...or maybe take a bath, light some candles and listen to depressing music- shit.

It happened again. Someone was following you- you could feel it. Uncomfortable, your breathing slowly started getting heavier as you tried to formulate some kind of plan in your head-

The next thing that happened was so sudden you barely registered it for a second.

Your hand was gripped, so tightly you felt it would bruise. Aggressive, shocking and swift as lightning- it took several seconds before you realized someone was trying to kidnap you.

“Stop! Leave me alone!”

Struggling against the person holding you, you caught a glimpse of the masked man and decided to scream, hoping to gain some attention from somebody, anybody. There was no way this was happening, not right now. Your day had already been bad enough, why was the universe so intent on rubbing salt in your wounds?!

The urge to fight had never been stronger. Yet there was no strength left in your body. You couldn’t fight back against this man- he was taller than you and somehow even matched you in strength. Unless you exposed your powers, there was no way you would get yourself out of this predicament. Somehow you managed to smack him with your arm weakly, making him hiss.

“Let me go, please!”

The coffee cup fell out of your hand, brown liquid spilling all over the ground as you were pulled into the dark alley so quickly, no one would notice. Your eyes darted about in panic, trying to work out a possible escape route when the masked man caged you in, his arms on either side of you.

A horrible sense of déjà vu enveloped you. It’s all you can do to not scream, trying to keep yourself calm so that you could escape.

It’s ok, breathe in...and concentrate.

The heat within you started to crackle, your palms beginning to burn up gradually.

Your eyes blinked as you decided to try and take a good look at the person holding you. Their head was covered with a black mask, their finger held over their mouth as they ran their eyes over your distressed expression.

Inhale. Exhale.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You hissed, staying still and pretending to give up the struggle. “Unhand me now, or you’ll regret it, trust me-“

“Shh! Y/n, please…” He shushed you, his voice shaky.

You stopped in your tracks.

Huh?

That voice…

“I’ll explain... but first we need to get out of here, fuck-” He looked from side to side quickly, scanning his surroundings.

Shit. Why does that voice sound so familiar?

“Who- who are you?!” You managed to get out, the heat fading away as deep, panicked confusion took over you instead.

There was a small sigh as your assailant stood up a little straighter, groaning. And then, his fingers deftly pulled the mask off, clutching it in his hands tightly.

Golden locks spilled out, a handsome visage coming into view. Plump lips and beautiful eyes, looking oh so familiar.

No.

It couldn’t be. This wasn’t happening. What the fuck, what the fuck, what the actual fuck was going on?

It’s him.

But it can’t be.

How? It’s not possible-

You’re definitely losing your mind.

The man’s breathing got quicker as he watched your expression morph from fear into one of pure, electric shock.

“I know you’re shocked, Y/n, but please listen to-“

Your chest started heaving, quickly rising and falling as your heart pounded against your rib cage.

This...could not be happening. What was this? Was this a nightmare? Yet another sick, twisted dream? He couldn’t be standing right in front of you...it was impossible. No. No no no no no no no.

It was all too overwhelming, and your brain and body seemed to agree on that. Your mind swam, your thoughts all over the place as you felt yourself sway on your feet.

“This- I-“ You stumbled over your words, tears slipping past quickly as you tried to form words to express what you felt.

Pain. Searing pain, taking over, spreading from head to toe.

Your breathing slowed as the world suddenly went black, Hyunjin’s shouts in the background fading away...until there was nothing but silence.

Pure, unadulterated silence.

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bukojuiice · 4 years ago

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thank god for plot twists like you.

ೃ pairing: (katsuki bakugo x fem! reader)

ೃ warnings: cursing, (courtesy of Bakugo) and slight innuendo.

ೃ genre: fluff overload!! ♡

ೃ my ongoing bakugo x reader smau (please do give it a read if you have time!) my writing masterlist (if you want to see more from me! c:)

ೃ word count: 1,388 words

ೃ song inspo: plot twist by niki

ೃ Katsuki barges in your dorm room after class to see you crying in your bed with your phone in your hand... but why exactly?

It was a typical Saturday afternoon. After a tiring day of classes and hero training, you finally have the chance to rest and relax. And what better way to do that than to read fanfictions?

Oh... fanfictions.

These literary pieces are either a blessing or a curse to a human being on this earth. They bring joy, sorrow, anger, frustration, and it allows your imagination to run wild as you think of all these scenarios and alternate universes. There are even times when fanfiction itself is written better than it’s source material.

Reading fanfictions is a hobby and daily activity done by millions of people in this world. However, how will your explosive boyfriend react when he finds out?

Not that it is a big of a deal anyway but... Katsuki is a bit harsh, abrasive, and he tends to speak his mind a lot. At times, he says things that he doesn’t even mean at all. The two of you would hang out every day, usually after classes. And so, you are always constantly putting yourself in the middle of danger whenever he comes to hang out with you in your dorm room. As there’s a slight chance that he would catch you reading a 30,750 word fic on Tumblr or Archive of Our Own.

But there was never really a special activity out there so that the two of you could bond.

Watching movies with him and playing video games was normal for a couple in a relationship but you wanted to do something with Katsuki that was unique to the two of you alone.

Unbeknownst to you, that day would soon come.

Not only did he discover something about you, but, the two of you ended up being much more closer after this fated day.

And that day... is today.

“Sorry Mina-chan! I’m busy this afternoon! You guys can go on and get some ice cream without me!”

You slowly shut the door behind you, waving goodbye to your pink friend. As you drop your school bag on the floor, you quickly and rather hastily change into much more comfortable sleepwear. After a few minutes, you jump and slump on the bed as you let out a tired yet relieved sigh. “It’s time to read once again and be whisked away to another world.” You then crawl to the edge of your bed, and reach out to pull the drawer from your bedside table.

You’ve hidden snacks in there from time to time so that you could eat something while reading your beloved stories on the internet. For today, you decided to bring out a box of Pocky you had stashed inside.

Hours felt like minutes as you continued to read with no care in the world. It was a few minutes before sun down, and here you are. A sobbing pile of mess. Crying your heart out over the fact that the Main Character is too naive and dense to notice the feelings of your favorite character (who is the second lead) and so, your favorite character starts falling in love with someone else.

“Why does this happen to me!? Why is this fic putting me through so much pain and torture!?”

You continue to bawl and cry your eyes out that you didn’t even notice someone entering your room.

“(Y/N).... why the hell are you crying!? Did something happen!?” Bakugo says in a annoyed yet concerned voice.

You feel your body freeze up. You do not want him to see you in this state. Especially since you’re crying over stories. Fanfictions for that matter. What would we say? How would he react? What if he thought you were weird and end up saying something insensitive that could possibly strain your relationship?

“I-it’s nothing.” You slowly turn your head to him. Once the two of you met each other’s eyes, his annoyed expression softens. “I’m fine Katsuki-kun. Don’t worry.” You try to ease his concern by giving him a half-hearted smile. You noticed that he had just finished with training and then most probably took a shower as his hair still looked a bit wet

The blonde teen sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair. “Why were you screaming anyway?”

You jerk up from the bed and twiddle your fingers. “Ahahahahaha that’s a good question.” Katsuki continues to give you a suspicious look as he approaches you and sits down next to you on the bed.

Before you could even react, he grabbed (more like snatched) your phone from you and began to scroll down. “(Y/N)... are you reading stories online?”

“Maaaybe maaybe not~” You whistle, trying your best to act normal and TO NOT PANIC as your boyfriend had literally just snatched your phone from you to check what you were doing. At least you were able change to a different story from the tabs before he could see what you were originally reading.

“He licked the tip of his-” Your explosive blonde boyfriend began to read aloud an excerpt from the fanfiction you were reading. “My oh my (Y/N)... is this the reason for your screaming and squealing?” He smirks deviously and scoots closer to you by putting his arm around your shoulder.

You nod. “Yes. This is also why Ochaco-chan has been teasing me by saying that she’s been hearing me snicker and silently cry at night... It’s embarrassing. I know.” You look down on the floor, unsure of what else to say to Katsuki.

The tense atmosphere suddenly disappeared when Katsuki began to laugh. “Silently crying?” He stifles another laugh. “Seriously?”

“Okay... imagine this.” You reach for his hands. He raises a brow at your sudden gesture of affection. “WHAT IF if your favorite character who was meant to be with the main character, gives up hope because the main character is too dense to notice their feelings that they start falling in love with someone else!?” Tears began to stream down from your cheeks again, remembering the angst and the pain the Author put you through. “Won’t you feel really bad and depressed about that!?”

Katsuki looks at you with a with a very perplexed yet peeved expression. He then notices the passion and the eagerness in your eyes and he couldn’t help but smile a little because of how cute you looked. “Yea. I guess that would be pretty shitty. Why the fuck are you letting it get to you so much though? It’s just a story.”

“That’s the thing!” You exclaim, scooting even closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder. “These are just stories yet they’ve impacted me so much to the point that I’m crying over literary pieces of fiction.”

“Would you like to read one with me?” You look up at him with your brightest puppy eyes, tilting your head.

He averts your gaze in attempt to hide hid his usual gruff look, you were about to declare defeat as he might not want to do this sort of thing with you and you didnt want to pry any further.

Until...

“Fuck it. Let’s do this.”

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“(Y/N...) I can’t take this anymore.” Bakugo whines in defeat, dropping your phone on your hands. “How can a story like this fuck someone up so mentally? Can we read something else? Like some of your shoujo manga shit instead?”

Your eyes lit up at Bakugo’s dramatic reaction to the fanfiction you had just made him read. He was surprisingly interested. His eyes were intense and passionate. The same look he has whenever he would train against Midoriya, Todoroki or even Kirishima and, you couldn’t be happier. The two of you finally had something to do that was only unique and special to the two of you.

“Sure! This one over here is a pretty short read, so we can finish it before dinner!” You wrap your arms around his torso, and hug him close. Although Katsuki wasn’t your typical physically affectionate boyfriend, there were times were he couldn’t help but reciprocate your love language. Today is one of those rare times.

His arms encircle your waist as he brings you closer to him. “This better be good or else.” He grunts.

“Oh it is and there are so many other genres for us to read that is just waiting to be explored.”

Fin.

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