#Broken Hearts Tattered Capes AU

[authorofcelesti]

Hear me out,

Vigilante/hero/villain au, based around traffic life, specifically divorce duo.

Cleo and Scott are heroes (Gatekeep and Gaslight) along with Jimmy (Canary), Joel(Ogre) Scar (Hotguy) and Grian (Cuteguy).

Villains are Pearl (Scarlet, formerly Girlboss), Ren (Red King), Martyn (VR) and BigB (Terran).

Pearl became a villain after Scott left her to die in a warehouse fire.

[cantripcattrip]

Evil Arc-v! Yuma Au

By the time Edo and his men arrived it was a massacre. There were no cards to be found. No the culprit didn't have enough mercy for that. Instead broken carcass littered the ground, bit and piece of limbs decorated with recognizable Academia uniform piled on top of each other and the ground stained red with warm blood. Never in his whole career had Edo witness such brutality.

Bile rise up his throat but he refuse to look away for in the midst of this slaughter stood a lone rebel. He had his back at them, not even turning to look when Edo yelled out at him.

One of Edo's soldier raised his duel disk but before the man could even carded the rebel a blur of blue passed by, followed by a loud crunch and blood was flying everywhere.

As the winds picked up and his tattered red cape fluttered, the rebel spoke for the first time. "You have to excuse LEVIATHAN DRAGON commander-in-chief,"

A dragon descended from the sky. Six wings work in-tandem to send waves of gust scattering dust and pebbles everywhere. Edo had to shield himself with his arms from all the flying debris but the rebel was unmoving. The dragon bowed to the rebel and protruding from its mouth was an arm attached with an Academia Duel Disk.

"His last meal wasn't very....filling." The rebel said softly and raised a hand to gently pet the beast.

The scene was unsettling but Edo refuse to let himself panic.

"What kind of trick is this?" He demanded. As far as he knew, solid vision made a lot of things real but it did not allow duel monster to eat.

The rebel hummed before facing him, he was just a boy. Underneath the cape the boy wore a sleeveless purple shirt and white pants with golden moons on it. Upon his neck was a red choker with a heart charm and some sort of shark tooth necklace, the jewelries look very out of place but at the same time they fit. Had that beast weren't right there by the boy's side, Edo would have felt silly to fear him.

" Once upon a time, before anything exist there was a great dragon." The rebel smiled brightly, his crimson eyes cold and hard look straight into Edo's soul. " In its loneliness, the dragon began to began to create the universe. However that act alone took all of its power and in the end as the dragon lay dying, it gathered all of its strength and shed a single tear."

Seeing as the boy refused to answer the question, Edo ordered his men to start dueling. Whatever it was that this rebel did the the Solid Vision system, it wouldn't matter if they enter the duel. His mind reminded him of the corpse of his fellow soldiers surrounding him.

The boy wasn't phrase and lifted up a bandage hand. Blank cards appeared out of nowhere circling the boy as he continued his story. "As the tear hit the earth, one hundred monsters scattered from it and," the boy paused, his hand glowed before dying down to reveal a golden duel disk. " An emperor made of two souls."

The boy took on all of them as he continued his story. “ The monsters scattered, Numbers, held great power that should they fell into the wrong hand would be the end of the universe.”

One by one his men fell and were devoured by the rebel’s Xyz monsters. All, until Edo was the only one remains.

“The Emperor fearing such thing would happen locked the Numbers behind a gate at the edge of the earth and spilts his soul.”

The boy newest monster, a LIGHT warrior with mechanical wings upon it back. The creature’s white and golden body looked heavenly compare to the bloodbath that was all around it.

“One half carrying the key eternally and the other stayed behind to exact the toll on those who dared open the door. They waited until the Numbers was unleashed again.”

The warrior raised his sword only to be stop with its own effect. The rebel activated a spell and the warrior was attacking with double the power. Edo could only shake as his DESTINY hero was slain.

“Who are you?” Edo asked as he slumped through the ground.

“Since Academia always talks about creating a utopia, I suppose you can say I’m the one who’ll deliver it to you.” Those cold red eyes looked at him again as the boy gesture to his monster. “Meet NUMBER 39: UTOPIA.”

The last thing Edo saw was UTOPIA bringing its sword down on him before his soul was devoured.

[hellaoldfander86]

Meeting of the Minds

Word Count: 3119

Superhero AU, from a tumblr post.

Tags/Warnings: Sympathetic Deceit, Loceit, injury, hurt/comfort, poisoning, blood mention, injection, negative self talk

Note: This was an old prompt that I wrote this one-shot for, since it has been sitting in my Google Docs ever since, I decided to just post it.

Prompt inspired from this post.

Another story using this prompt, Princeity!

The “villain” dubbed Deceit by the local news outlets jotted down notes at his desk as a video of his last clash with his arch-nemesis, Logic played on the screen of his computer.

Nodding with satisfaction, he adds one last note and moves to the computer's mouse to close the program, but is interrupted by the buzzing of the intercom from the front gate to his estate.

Pressing the intercom button on the phone on his desk, he evenly responds, “Yes, what is it?” He didn't remember any guests or deliveries being scheduled, and was a bit curious, yet suspicious.

“Sorry to disturb you, sir. But there is a man who says he needs to see you. He says his name is Logic.” The guards voice reports over the device.

The villain's eyes widen, and quickly responds, “Bring him up. I will meet you at the front door.”

“Yes, sir.” The guard replies, and the intercom falls silent.

Deceit exits his study, grabbing his signature cape and donning it with a practiced swirl as he strides to the front door to his large home. Stopping at a side table next to the large door to put on his mask, gloves and bowler hat that rested there, he glances at the mirror next to the table and adjusted the mask slightly so no sign of his “disfigurement” could be seen. He tugs on the cuffs of his gloves nervously, and opens the door.

Before him stands a disheveled, bloodied Logic, dark blue and black costume ripped in several places, one sleeve of his jacket barely attached by a thread book-ended by the two large gate guards.

Before Deceit can take a breath to demand an explanation, the injured man spoke in a faint, trembling voice. “They didn't do this, someone else did.” As the hero hangs his head in fatigue.

Deceit dismisses the guards with a wave of his hand, and uses a gloved hand under the chin of the injured man to coax him to look up at him. “ Why did you come here, instead of tending to your injuries at home?”

“I can’t do this anymore.”

Deceit stared in shock at the hero, standing uninvited in front of the villain's home, weak and trembling in the cold.

“I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how to keep fighting. Just... just k-kill me. Or lock me up. Or whatever you’ve been planning this whole time, I don’t care. But I can’t do this. I can’t live like this anymore. I can’t... I can’t keep fighting you—“ Logic's breath hitches, as he fights back a sob.

Deciet’s heart melted at the sight, the shaking hero, pale and exhausted and on the verge of tears.

“Hush, little hero, who did this to you?” Logic flinched at the sound of Deceit’s smooth  voice, their eyes going wide behind the mirrored visor as they were pulled into the villain’s arms. “Come in and have a cup of tea, I promise you’ll be safe here. I won’t let them hurt you anymore.”

Deceit steers the injured hero into his home, closing the door behind them, and ushers him towards his den, settling the hero in a plush chair near the fire, and rings for his butler, who arrives within moments of the summons.

“Thomas, get me the first aid kit and we will take tea here next to the fire.” Deceit instructs the butler as he takes off his gloves and hat along with his cape and hands them to the waiting man. “Yes, sir.” The butler says with a small bow and leaves the room.

Deceit grabs the thick, plush blanket draped over the back of his chair and wraps it around Logic's shoulders, then settles into the chair across from the battered hero and simply looks at the man before him.

Disheveled hair, a split lip, and the hero's mirrored visor mask is all he can see as Logic gathers the blanket around him. Scraped knuckles adorn the hands clutching the blanket, as the hero pulls the blanket tighter around his shoulders.

Thomas re-appears, setting a tray with a porcelain tea set down on the table next to Deceit, and slips the strap of a field med kit off his shoulder and hands it to his employer. “Is there anything else, sir?”

“This is quite satisfactory, Thomas. That will be all for now.” Deceit says as he sets the med kit down to pour the tea.

The butler bows, and Logic swears he saw the shimmer of scales on the man's neck in the firelight. “Yes, sir.” The butler swiftly turns, and before leaving, winks at the hero with a small smile before striding from the room.

“How do you take your tea, Logic? One lump or two, or do you prefer honey?” Deceit asks.

“One lump is adequate.” Logic softly responds as he reaches up to his visor mask, and to Deceits surprise, pulls it off, revealing two red-rimmed brown eyes. Dropping the visor to the floor, he reaches into his tattered jacket and produces a pair of glasses with thick black frames that survived unbroken somehow and slides them on his face. Deceit looks into Logic’s eyes as he hands the teacup to the battered hero and leans back into his chair with his own teacup as he realizes that he recognizes the broken man sitting before him.

“Logan Spaulding.” Deceit murmurs. “I know of you. You hold several doctorates and probably have a IQ higher than the entire mayor’s office combined. I have read all of your published papers. Why do you moonlight as the hero “Logic”? You can just sit in a lab, working for the betterment of mankind instead of hacking computer networks, making gadgets, catching cars and falling rubble with your telekinesis, and being the forensic lab for the other so-called heros this city has to offer. You waste your potential.”

Logan takes a sip of the tea and winces as his split lip objects to the movement. “I am surprised that you know who I am.”

Deceit chuckles. “We could have eventually been colleagues, or even possibly friends, if I hadn’t had my...accident.” He says as he motions toward his mask covered face. “I was the foremost authority on herpetology, with snakes as my focus. They are fascinating creatures. I also was well respected in the genetics and chemistry fields. I was so close to a genetic regeneration breakthrough before my work was stolen and my last experiment explosively sabotaged, injuring me and my lab assistant.”

“You are Drake Conroy. I should have been able to piece it together sooner.” Logan drinks the rest of his tea and sets the cup down on the small side table, wincing as his bruised body complains. “You signed everything you sent to your former employer with D.C., and on every device you used in your attempts to destroy their computers or labs. I noticed that everything you did was only against your former employer and their satellite labs and offices and no one else.”

Deceit downs his tea in one gulp and sets the cup down on the tray. “They need to be held accountable for their treasonous actions. They took my life’s work and tossed me aside like garbage. I have every right to be angry.” Deceit reaches down and grabs the med kit. “Let’s take a look at your injuries, shall we?”

Deceit starts with Logan’s face, taking stock of the minor abrasions, and the split lip, he moves down to the neck, watching Logan’s face for pain indications the entire time. As he raises Logic’s left arm, the hero winces and hisses in pain, and gets the same response when he checks the torso.”I think we should go to my lab. I can do a full body scan there so I will know the full extent of your injuries.”

“You have a body scanner? Wait, you stole it didn’t you?” Logan weakly says as Deceit helps him stand and carefully helps him walk to a nearby elevator.

“Of course, do you think that warehouse I destroyed last week held nothing of value? I got some wonderful brand new state-of-the-art lab equipment on my former employer’s dime. They were none the wiser. They probably think it was all destroyed, and already have received the insurance check.” Deceit chuckles as the hero looks at him with wide eyes. “I could afford to pay for it myself, of course. But it was just so satisfying to just steal it.”

The elevator door opens and Deceit carefully ushers him into a brightly lit and well-organized lab. A young assistant quickly approaches. “Dr. Conroy! Let me help you.”

“Careful of his left arm, Joan. We need to get him to the scanner.” Deceit instructs the assistant as they take Logan over to an examination table, the assistant carefully helping the hero with the task of sitting on the table, and gingerly helping Logan with taking off the tattered dark blue and black jacket, leaving the hero with only a blue undershirt, and helps Logan lay down on the table, grabbing a small pillow from a storage bin on the bottom of the table and quickly putting it under the hero's head as he laid down.

Deceit was powering up the scanner nearby, and as the system booted up, he positions the scanner in it’s starting position above Logan’s head. “Logan, this is Joan. They are my faithful lab assistant, and will be assisting me in your scan. Say hello, Joan.”

“Hello! It is good to meet you, Logan.” Joan says as they offer a hand for a handshake. Logan takes the offered hand and notices smooth green and yellow scales on the back, while giving the assistant a small smile. “A pleasure.”

Logan looks over at Deceit. “I have taken off my mask, why are you still wearing yours?”

Deceit flips some switches on the scanner and turns on the monitor that would display the scan findings. “I am a creature of habit, I’m afraid. If those idiots in the news outlets got a picture of my uncovered face, they would be even more adamant about the ridiculous name they have saddled me with.”

“They made up the name Deceit? Oh, wait. D.C. could easily be twisted by those idiot talking heads. My apologies.” Logan murmurs. “I would still like to see you, your secret is safe with me, I am at your mercy, remember.”

“Yes, you are. So be it.” Deceit grabs the bottom of his mask and pulls it off, showing the injured hero his guarded secret. The left side of his face was covered in yellow and green scales, with his left eye snake-like and yellow. “Behold, the lengths that Sanders Labs would go to steal my life’s work. I think they thought the explosion would kill me, but there was only flying glass and my genetic regeneration serum, Inland Taipei genetic material from another experiment and several other compounds in the destroyed glass beakers that infiltrated the cuts and burns on the left side of my body and eye that caused this. I was saved by the inept positioning of the explosive device. Joan only received burns on their arm and hand helping me out of the burning lab, but the experimental compounds soaking my clothes also got into their burns. They can cover their arm, and live a relatively normal life. My face is a more prominent feature. I rarely leave the house now.”

“Now I know why you preferred to work at night.” Logan whispers. Raising his right hand to touch the smooth scales on Deceits face. Deceit lets it happen without flinching, feels the touch, feather light, then is gone.

“Let us scan you now, shall we?” Deceit says after clearing his throat and pushes a series of buttons, then slowly moves the scanner over Logan’s body, glancing at the monitor occasionally.

“No permanent head trauma, neck looks good, rotator cuff on left arm is torn, right arm is okay, bruised ribs...oh, no.” Deceit stares at the monitor, then whispers to Joan, and the assistant scurries over to a workstation and retrieves a new needle and blood sample vials from the supplies there. “Stay still, they need to take some blood samples.”

Joan deftly and painlessly collects the samples, and quickly strolls over to a complicated machine and inserts a vial, and the machine immediately begins analyzing the blood. A few minutes later, a readout is printed, and handed to Deceit, who reads it and winces, glancing over at Logan with panic in their eyes.

“What did you find? What is going on?” Logan says with wide eyes as Deceit looks at him.

“Who did you fight that brought you to my doorstep, Logan. Don’t leave anything out.” Deceit sternly states, all business as he holds the readout in his hand.

Logic blinks and takes as deep a breath that he could manage with his bruised ribs. “I had to defuse a rather complicated bomb at the diamond exchange, so I had to do it in person since Prince or Morality claimed that they didn’t want to do it, when this mysterious individual jumped me with two others and proceeded to beat the hell out of me. I am not used to physical altercations, so it was a rather easy fight to win. I was taken completely unaware, I couldn't even use my telekinesis. Then I felt something sting me as I lay barely conscious on the ground. When I came to, I made the decision to put myself at your mercy since I had inadvertently read your mind and pulled your address from your thoughts after one of our exchanges last week, and we seem to have mutual respect for one another.” Logan quickly says, slightly panicked.

“You have been poisoned by boomslang venom.” Deceit says. “The people who beat you up wanted you to die an unpleasant death, it seems. It may even have been a hit.”

“The venom is hemotoxic, which destroys red blood cells and disrupts the clotting process. I will die of tissue and organ degeneration and internal bleeding.” Logan says with tears of panic welling in his eyes. “I don’t want to die, not like this.”

“Boomslangs are native to sub-Saharan Africa, meaning there is no anti-venom readily available here, and I won’t be getting a specimen until next week, so I wouldn't be able to make anti-venom until it is too late for you. I told you that they will not hurt you anymore when you appeared on my doorstep, I intend to help you by any means necessary. Luckily, boomslang venom works slowly, and you came here for help. You will not die. Not in my lab.” Deceit states with anger flashing in his yellow eye. He directs Joan to start an I.V. as he walks over to a small storage cabinet.

“I was recently able to steal back my research, and that is how I am going to save you. I know you noticed Thomas's neck. He had burned his hand rather badly one day, as in so bad, he would have lost fingers if he went to a conventional hospital. He came to me, and I was able to heal him. The only side-effect is the scales you undoubtedly saw.”

“You see, my genetic work included the study of the ability of some lizards to regenerate their tails after they have detached them to keep a predator busy as they make their getaway. I was working to apply that regenerative affect to humans during my last experiment. Strangely enough, the explosion combined the correct materials, but I do not know which were the correct ones, and which are just there to apply unwanted side effects. I am forced to combine everything that was on the table, including snake genetic material. I am working to narrow it down, but I have just started, and I only just recently received the correct equipment to do so. The only thing that I have concluded is that the type of snake genetics do not matter, but it will not work correctly without them at the moment.”

“As a kind of odd hobby, I made serums based on all the heroes of this fair city, using samples from snakes that fit their “signature colors”. This is yours. It has Blue Racer and Black Phase white-lipped python samples in it, along with the regenerative and healing serum we will add just before we administer it, because that needs to be freshly made. I do have a little Boomslang genetics in my samples to add to help nullify the venom as well. Are you willing to let me administer this serum to save your life, regardless of any side-effects? This is still very experimental.” Deceit asks, holding the bottle so Logan could see it.

Logan looks at the bottle in Deceits hand, weighing the pros and cons. Pros: he would not die a horrible death. Cons: he could possibly have snake scales on his body. The “not dying a horrible death” part outweighed the cons by a few tons. “Do it.”

Deceit nods and simply says “Restraints, please, Joan.” And Joan appears at Logan’s side, attaching padded wrist and ankle restraints to the table, and proceeding to restrain the hero to the table.

“We don’t want you to hurt yourself even more that you already are.” Deceit says as he works at a nearby counter. “It is simply for your safety. We don’t want you to thrash about and cause more trauma to yourself.” Deceit walks over to the restrained hero, and injects a large syringe full of the prepared serum into the top port of the I.V. bag attached to Logan’s arm and adjusts the flow to go faster. “It will begin soon. I will give you a sedative.” He then prepares another syringe, and injects it at the port nearest Logan’s arm. The heroes eyes flutter closed, as the sedative takes effect.

Joan cuts off the remains of the heroes shirt, and they notice the bruises on the pale torso. “Who do you think did this to him?” Joan asks with a whisper as they take Logan’s glasses off the sedated hero and attach heart monitor electrodes to the pale chest, and begin to hear the steady beeping of the heroes strong heart.

“I do not know, my friend. But when he awakes, we will find out together.” Deceit replies, while watching the bruises begin to fade as the serum takes effect, and a small patch of iridescent shimmering dark blue scales slowly appear under Logan’s right eye.

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[vivalabunbun]

Safety Blanket

Jimin x reader Childhood au

Summary: a crybaby with an angel for a best friend and a blanket as a tissue. What happens when one is taken away?

Fluff and angst. ANGST.

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Ever since the day you were born, a clear salty liquid always dripped from your eyes. There would first be a sting followed by a strange warmth filling your eyes. It blurred whatever was in front of you as if to shield you from the ugliness of the world. Next came the choked whimpers, forcing your quiet lips to tremble. Then, the hot liquid fell from your eyes, down your round cheeks and onto the cold ground; as sobs streamed from your mouth. You were a crybaby. The biggest one the world probably has very seen. The slightest change in volume of a person's voice; the cleanest of dirty looks, or the kindest insults would cause the hot liquid to gather in your eyes. Your parents took notice of this trait of yours very quickly. So they got you a blanket. Sunshine yellow was the color of it, so bright it made the sun jealous. Light, but warm, and the perfect size to wrap around your small form. It was like a fuzzy thick skin that engulfed you; perhaps your parents got it to make up for the one you lacked.

Then one Spring day your parents introduced you to a boy your age. Both of you were hiding behind the legs of your parents. Tiny hands clenching onto the fabric. Frustrated, your mother tried to pry your hands off.

"Stop being so difficult please, (y/n)."

And that was the trigger. In an instant, your eyes began to well up with that stinging warmth. However, this time your blanket wasn't there to comfort you. And so you let the liquid flow out of your (e/c) orbs as you sobbed. All your senses were drowned out by your tears and cries....... Until a soft dabbing on your cheek caused your body to stop. Blinking a few times to let the tears clear away, you saw the young boy patting away your tears with his handkerchief. His chubby little fingers pressed the soft cloth against your wet cheeks, as faint and gentle as a butterfly's kiss.

"It's okay, I cry a lot too. But I like to smile more." His plush lips formed a smile that radiated warmth.

And that's how you met the angel, Park Jimin. Almost as if heaven sent you a guardian once they too got tired of your crying. He always carried his handkerchief and your hand where ever the two of you went. To the park, at the ice cream shop, at one of your houses. He was there to wipe away your tears and cheer you up with his gentle voice and smile. And you carried your safety blanket and his hand where ever you went. The bright yellow fabric was perfect for collecting flowers to bring to your mothers, or a cape when the two of you played heroes. But the best use of it was during nap time when it would settle over both your forms after a long playdate. Helping you recharge your energy for the next fight against imaginary monsters.

Then one warm autumn morning rolled in. It was time for the two of you to start school. Jimin was excited during back to school shopping. Posing with different backpacks and asking for your opinion on which one looked better. Through it was fun getting new shoes, new clothes, and brightly colored school supplies. You couldn't help but clutch your blanket close to your chest as your short legs walked beside Jimin.

"It'll be great! We get to explore a new place, and maybe even meet so many more friends! We could have the biggest team of superheroes!" He beamed as he swung your intertwined hands.

"But... We'll still be friends... Right?.."

Jimin stopped to look at you and then gave you his infamous eye smile. "Of course! We'll make new friends, but we'll always be the best of friends!"

"Promise?.." Your voice wavered.

"Promise."

That was enough for you to smile and even get a little bit more excited for school. For the rest of that week, the two of you daydreamed about what school was going be like, and were both overjoyed to find out that you shared the same class. However, on the morning of your first day, you had a break down. You stood there sobbing in the middle of your living room. Your father had told you,  you couldn't bring your safety blanket, and your heart clenched at the fact your "skin" would be separated from you. Jimin stood there at your front door. He was waiting for you with his mom. Your parents planned to carpool there since the roads were so crowd near the school. But regardless of how many reassuring words reached your ears, the tears kept coming. Then an idea popped into Jimin's head, and he broke away from the side of his mother and rushed back into his house. His mother called after him, asking what he was doing while you were still consumed by your sobs. Suddenly, a soft yet scratchy material brushed against your face. Once the tears had subsided, there was Jimin. With an obnoxiously yellow sweater he held out his hand to you.

"I'll be your safety blanket today. If anything scary happens, I'll block it from you."

That was all you needed. And soon, hand in hand. You and Jimin braved the unknown territory of kindergarten. That's how things were for a long time. From kindergarten to Elementary, from Elementary to Junior High. Jimin became your living safety blanket whenever a classmate teased you or an upperclassman picked on you, Jimin was there to tell them off.

Then high school rolled around. Even though you both had accumulated your separate groups of friends, nothing got in between the bond the two of you shared. However, the teasing got worse during freshmen year. People were amazed by how easy it was for tears to fall out of your (e/c) orbs. Some even made it a mission to see how many times they could make you cry in a week. Your friends Tori and Lisa did their best to fend them off. It was useless, for they would always seek you out. Jimin did his best to scare them off. However, he was not the most intimidating guy, he couldn't tower over them and had a slim figure. So more and more, the broken faucets known as your eyes leaked daily.

Soon, you saw workout equipment and weights around Jimin's house and room.

"Why do you have all of these?" You questioned him one day.

Setting down his protein shake, he turned to you with his beaming smile. "I'm going to workout more." He let out a chuckle. "How else am I going to make those bullies go away." His fingers brushing through his bright red dyed hair.

By sophomore year he had built up his body quite a bit. With bulging biceps, muscular thighs that were hugged by his uniform pants. And abs indented his white button up. It was safe to say that the bullies began to steer clear of you.

As the school year crawled along, the stranger you began to feel towards him. And during the summer of your junior year, as the two of you strolled to the local ice cream shop under the moonlight, the realization hit you. You had fallen in love with Park Jimin.

It was a slow and inevitable fall. With every glance into his chocolate eyes, and every gleam of his white teeth when he smiled. You had fallen for the shining knight of your fairytale. But fear always prevented those three words from flowing out of your lips and into Jimins ears.

I love you

So you did your best to hide the electricity that jolted through you every time he held your hand. To try and calm your heart whenever he pulled you close for a hug. And when the two of you skipped junior prom to watch Disney movies at your house instead, you forced those words back down your throat, preventing them from getting to your vocal cords.

I love you

After 3 years of hell. The senior year finally came. After all those test and college applications. The year of rest finally came. One Autumn day, as the leaves turned yellow, you noticed Jimin's face was filled with frustration.

"What's wrong?" You asked, taking a sip of your juice.

"Nothing.." He began to chew on his soft lips.

You knew he was lying. After more than a decade of friendship, you could read him like a book. "Jimin, that's not true and you know it.. Seriously, tell me what's wrong."

With a frustrated sigh, he finally spilled the truth out. "I have a crush on Summi, and I've been stressing out on how to ask her out."

As the leaves began to die and fall around you, so did the heart inside of you.

"Oh... Well, homecoming is almost here... Why don't you ask her to the dance... With that smile of yours, I'm sure she'll say yes!" The smile on your face was so forced that it hurt.

"You really think so?" He looked at you, eyes filled with hope.

You nodded your head, "I know so. Oh! Shit, I have a project due tomorrow! Sorry, I have to go now." And without another word you drifted out of his house.

That night you cried into your faded yellow blanket, it muffled your cries, but it couldn't dull the pain in your heart. As sick as it was, you prayed that she would reject him. Summi was a nice person, but she was beautiful. So beautiful that it hurt you. If only you had an ounce of her beauty, then maybe you could've won his heart.

I love you

"HEY! (Y/n)!" Jimin shouted for you from down the hallway the next day in school. "It's amazing!! She said yes! Can you believe it??" 

During the night of the homecoming dance. While Jimin and Summi were dressed like a king and queen, dancing and laughing to their heart's content. You were curled up in your bed, surrounded by the darkness. Fruitlessly, you try to wrap the now tattered blanket around you. But your safety blanket could no longer fit around your grown form. A rip echoed off the walls of your room. That sound triggered a realization as your safety blanket was now in two pieces.

Your safety blanket couldn't break your fall. Your safety blanket couldn't stop him from falling in love with someone else. Your safety blanket couldn't protect your heart as the world grip and tore it into shreds. All it could do was catch your tears and cries, like an old handkerchief.

As you buried your faced into its fraying material. It caught the words that finally reached your vocal cords too late.

"I love you."

[authorofcelesti]

So, I uh. Wrote a thing?