#I haven't ran for a bus since I was a child

[yhrite]

I was in a massive rush to get back to city centre for an infrequent late Sunday night bus but the view from the street down below always looks great from this bridge so I had to get a shot

[hottpinkpenguin]

Joel Miller X Fem!Reader - Last of Us

A/N: i watched the first episode of Last of Us yesterday and suffice it to say that Joel Miller officially has a chokehold on me and i ain't complaining.

Warnings: dark themes; post-apocalyptic dystopia; death of reader's minor child; probably a lot of non-canon details since I've never played the game; not proofread; spoilers if you haven't seen the show/played the game Word Count: 2402 Abbreviations: QZ = quarantine zone; FDRA "Fedra" = Federal Disaster Response Agency

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Dying was a way of life in the QZ. Seemed like everyone was dying lately. Fireflies, FDRA, and most of all the people in between. The lost and lonely. 

You met Joel shortly after you died. Your spirit died with your twelve year old son, Gabriel. The docs had told you it was most likely cancer. The fucking irony of that burned you from the inside out until you felt completely hollow. Just a shell of a person, really. Your emotions felt anesthetized, your brain in a perpetual fog. You went about your day from routine and muscle memory. You might as well have been infected. At least then you’d have some sort of purpose. Without Gabriel, you felt utterly useless. He’d brought you a sense of optimism, a reason to at least try and believe in the future. When you’d lost Gabriel’s father Eddie, you’d at least had your son. But without him. Well, without him, there wasn’t any you. You didn’t have a role anymore, didn’t add anything to anyone’s life. You couldn’t think of anything more death-like than waking up day after day to the realization that you didn’t matter to anyone. The night Joel met you, in fact, you had vague plans to drink yourself into oblivion and hopefully not wake up.

But, something changed when Joel ran into you. And he did literally run into you. 

You were walking back from the bus stop after a shift cleaning the killing floor of the poultry planet. A cold, drizzling rain soaked the streets in a fine layer of mist. You crossed your arms over your chest, tucking your head underneath the threadbare hood of Eddie’s old hunting jacket. For a few weeks after Eddie had died in a firefight between the Fireflies and FDRA, the jacket had smelled like him, and you’d taken up wearing it. Damn thing wasn’t too warm, but at least it was decently waterproof. That had been years ago. It was useless now, neither warm nor waterproof, but it was all you had. Everything else you’d sold. 

You were going through the usual calculations in your head, trying to figure out how you were going to scrounge together enough cards to get some hot food in your belly, when something - someone, you realized after he’d hit you - came tearing around the corner of an alley. You weren’t braced for it, and even your reflexes didn’t seem to care enough to break your fall. You hit the damp, cobbled pavement hard on your left shoulder, your head bouncing off the tar and sending stars across your vision. You heard a man’s voice swear as you blacked out…

*****

When you came to, you weren’t in the rain anymore. Your head throbbed and you didn’t dare move in case you vomited. You were resting on something soft, albeit a little lumpy, and there was a blanket wrapped around you. Your head was propped up on a musty smelling pillow and there was a fire crackling nearby. Your shoulder was screaming in pain, and against your better judgment you twisted as gently as you could manage to try and relieve the pressure on your joint. Your gut turned, and you leaned over to wretch as far from yourself as you could. With the first sound of gagging, you felt cold, rough hands grab the hair around your face and pull it away from your mouth as a bucket was shoved in front of your face. 

“Good, you’re awake.” A man’s voice.

You peaked towards the voice through slitted eyelids. The faint, hazy light through a dingy window felt like someone was driving a drill bit into your temple. 

“That’s a shame,” you rasped out, earning a dark chuckle from the man sitting across from you. The laugh didn’t reach his eyes. He had the same thousand-mile stare that most people in the QZ had. You couldn’t guess his age - that was another thing survivors had in common. Nothing ages you like the Apocalypse, Eddie used to say. 

“Pretty sure you’re concussed.” 

You nodded, trying to swallow down the acidic taste of bile-vomit. 

“Pretty sure you concussed me,” you shot back. Another chuckle, this one a bit fuller. 

“Yeah, that’d be me. Sorry about that. I had FDRA on my heels.” You shrugged, trying to push yourself up on the couch. Another wave of nausea tore through your head, but there wasn’t anything to vomit up except saliva. You managed to swallow it down, closing your eyes again to stop the spinning sensation. 

“I’ve got some broth cooking,” the man went on. “I think you should eat a bit. Settle your stomach. You’ve been out for almost 24 hours.” 

You did an idle calculation in your head, automatically tallying up the date. November 29. Not that it mattered, but it was a habit you hadn’t been able to shake ever since the outbreak. 

“Not hungry,” you replied, biting down on your tongue against another spasm in your gut.

“Yeah, but you need to eat. Looks like you don’t do that too often.” You shot the man the darkest look you could muster. You’d learned long ago not to trust men who commented on your appearance. 

“You look sick is all I mean,” your companion added apologetically. He thrust you a bowl with a watery-thin, yellow liquid in it, a curled tongue of steam rising from its surface and an old dented spoon sticking out of the broth. 

“Just try it,” he encouraged you as you eyed him suspiciously. He was big, you realized, tall and strong. One of those QZ guys who lived hard and had the muscles to speak for it. It wasn’t the same kind of physique that people had before the outbreak: lean, toned, all for show. Fitness wasn’t a luxury anymore. It was a necessity for most people in the QZ. Some lines of work required it more than others. And judging by the strong forearm that handed you the bowl, whatever this guy did, it was serious business. 

You accepted the bowl, relishing the warmth of the ceramic between your hands. Your stomach growled as the smell of chicken broth tickled your nostrils. You took a tentative sip, burning your tongue. Your movements were slow and deliberate. 

“Joel.” 

“Huh?” You raised an inquisitive eyebrow at your companion.

“Joel. My name’s Joel,” he clarified. 

You nodded, taking another sip of the broth. Even though moving made you sick to your stomach, your body was reacting hungrily to the taste. 

“Y/N,” you replied after a few moments of silence. Normally, you’d give a fake name. But, what was the point? Even with your real name, Joel didn’t have anything of yours to use against you. There wasn’t anything left to hurt you by. 

“You were Gabriel’s mother, weren’t you?” 

You froze, the spoon halfway to your lips. The sound of Gabriel’s name tore through you like lightning. The heart you’d forgotten you had twisted painfully in your chest.

“What the fuck did you say?” Anger came to the surface first. Your voice was barely more than a whisper.

“Gabriel. Sweet kid. Saw him hanging around the gate a couple times.” If Joel noticed your reaction, he didn’t let on. He was idly poking a burning log in an old, dirty fireplace. 

You didn’t know what to say, couldn’t make yourself speak. Even if you had, you didn’t trust yourself not to dissolve. Joel hadn’t met you before, yet somehow he’d managed to grab onto the only thread of humanity you still had. One tug on that thread and you were unraveling. 

“I’m sorry about what happened to him. Awful shit, cancer. My sister had it, back before… before shit went sideways.” Joel wasn’t looking at you, didn’t even seem to be talking to you. You couldn’t breathe. Gabriel’s name still echoed inside your ears.

“I lost my little girl, too. Sarah. When the outbreak happened. In Texas.”

Joel finally turned to face you. His eyes were empty, and you recognized that emptiness. It mirrored your own. 

“You’ll never get over it, if you’re wondering. Not that you are. Because you already know. I can see it.” Tears dripped off your chin onto the blanket in your lap. You didn’t know how long you’d been crying. 

“I’m sorry,” you sputtered out after a few silent, empty moments. 

Across the room from you, Joel nodded.

“Yeah. Me too.” 

You finished the rest of your broth in silence. It was the longest conversation you’d had with anyone in weeks, and somehow you’d never felt more alone.

*****

You spent the next couple of days in a liminal space between healing and falling apart. Joel’s acknowledgment of Gabriel had broken something loose inside you, and as your head began to clear, you felt the grief all the more. It felt different than before, even right after you lost him. Gabriel’s death had cored the soul out of your body. Now, whatever was happening was infinitely more painful. You hated it, but you also hadn’t realized how much you’d missed feeling things. Even though what you felt was agonizing, it was affirming in a fucked up way to know you weren’t incapable of emotion.

Joel maintained his silence on the subject. In fact, he was generally silent. You exchanged a handful of words here and there, usually in response to him asking about your health. 

How’s the head?

Fine.

Good.

After about a week, the questions took a different quality.

When do you think you’ll be ready to go?

Go where?

Anywhere you need to.

I don’t have anywhere I need to go.

OK. 

You didn’t take offense to his questions, and he didn’t take offense to your responses. There was a companionable bluntness to your interactions. He asked after the basics - did you have what you needed, were you sick, hungry, cold - and you answered simply and honestly. No follow ups, no games, no need to converse on anything. In fact, after the first conversation you’d had about Gabriel and Sarah, you and Joel didn’t talk about anything at all. 

It was the eighth day when you finally felt well enough to stand up and cook. Joel was out - where, you didn’t know - but you thought you’d heat something up for him. An hour before curfew, you moved into the kitchen and started looking through the cabinets. He’d been good about sharing his food with you, and you knew enough of QZ life to know that sparing food wasn’t something everyone would do. And he hadn’t broached the subject of repayment. You doubted he ever would; despite his gruffness, Joel had a core of generosity. You didn’t know anyone anymore who would let a complete stranger spend a week on their couch, no matter how sick they were. 

You found a can of split pea soup in the back of the pantry and an opened package half-full of saltines. You picked out the crackers that didn’t have mold on them while the soup heated over the single gas burner Joel used for cooking. The light was fading outside; curfew was a few minutes away. Right on time, you heard Joel’s key in the lock on the apartment door. A few seconds later, Joel walked into the kitchen.

“What’s this?”

“Dinner,” you replied, gesturing to the two barstools he had tucked up the kitchen counter. He sat, letting out a bone-weary sigh as he threw off his boots, chucking them towards the hall where the door was. 

“Long day?” you asked idly. For some reason, you felt an urge to make conversation that you hadn’t noticed before around him. Maybe it was vestiges of your old life. Memories of entertaining Eddie while you made dinner flicked in your mind. Or maybe it was because something felt different about Joel today.

“Sure,” he replied flatly. You heard the sound of his flask opening, followed by a thick gulp. He drank a lot. You’d noticed that quickly. It didn’t bother you, and he was as generous with the whiskey as he was with his food.

“When are you leaving?” His question was angry. You turned to look at him, not exactly insulted but faintly stung. 

“I told you, I don’t have anywhere to go.”

“That’s not what you said. You said there’s nowhere you need to go, not that there’s nowhere you can go.” You nodded once. Joel was right. The distinction felt accusatory, and you once again had the impression that he was about to speak to a part of you that you didn’t want said out loud. Just like he’d done that first night when he’d talked about Gabriel.

You sucked in a breath before turning to face him, sliding a plate of the edible saltines across the counter. 

“I can leave anytime you need me to,” you said, your voice soft and quiet. “I’m feeling good enough to travel.” 

Joel looked into you for a breath. His eyes looked the same, but you had the distinct impression that they weren’t as empty as the first time you’d seen him. Whatever it was you saw in his gaze, it made you feel ashamed, and you broke eye contact. 

He shifted on the barstool before taking another generous swig from his flask. 

“Good. Tonight.”

You raised your eyebrows at him.

“It’s almost curfew,” you pointed out, nodding in the direction of the window to the street below.

“Fine. Tomorrow then.” His voice was hard as stone.

You nodded, stirring the soup and turning away from him. You didn’t want him to see the rejection in your eyes. You couldn’t say what you’d wanted, but all you knew was this wasn’t it. 

“Tomorrow,” you agreed quietly. 

Joel sat for another instant. You sensed that he was waiting for something: you couldn’t tell if he was waiting for you or waiting for something in himself. Whatever it was he was waiting on, the moment passed. He sighed, frustrated, before he scooted away from the counter and went to the couch. He didn’t say anything when you brought him the soup, and he didn’t say anything when he went into his bedroom, closing the door behind him to drink himself to sleep. You were awake and gone before he came out the next morning, although somehow you knew that he was wide awake, listening to the sound of your departure through the door.

**part 2 here!! Let me know if you want to be tagged in future chapters

[im-in-love-with-pizza-bites]

Ranch Hand: Chapter 14

Farmer!Veteran!Bucky Barnes X Teen!Reader (Small town and Farmer AU)

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Series summary: You ran away from your nightmare of a family, you found a small town, population 200. In this town you meet a retired army veteran turned farmer who hires you as farm hand. Only mystery will you two be able overcome your pasts together.

Chapter Summary: It's the day of the home evaluation.

Series Warnings: Mentions nightmares, Child abuse, mental abuse, physical abuse, war, swearing, mentions death by cancer, mentions of alcohol and illegal substance abuse. please tell me if you see anymore!!! But do so politely please.

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Divider: @skylightlantern

Bucky pulls up on the gator to the front of the house. He sees a woman waiting on his porch looking a little annoyed. He gets out of the gator opening the back of it to let the dogs out. They run to the porch to their water bowls as he follows.

"Hello ma'am, is there something I could help you with?" Bucky asks.

"I'm Ms. Grant from social services, im here to check over your house! Where have you been?"

"I've been working on the farm. I can give a tour of it after I show you the house." Bucky smiles he opens the door of the house welcoming her inside.

"Okay give me a minute to look around." Ms. Grant says, "which room will Ms. L/n be in?"

"Last door on the left. Mine is right across the hall." Bucky explains. "I'll make some coffee while you look around."

"That would be great thank you." She smiles before she goes into the living room.

"Oh and on the desk in there I have a binder of all the papers that I was told I needed." He peaks in the. She looks at the binder and nods. He goes back to the kitchen beginning to make a pot of coffee. He grabs his phone looking at the time. It's almost noon. He knows you started school last week and are having a terrible time. He wants to let you know but he doesn't want to bother you during school. He texts you telling you to call him after school. He nervously sits at the table waiting for the woman to come back.

It's takes her a few minutes before she comes in checking the kitchen over. Bucky tries to control his knee from bouncing but he can't. This was the only thing stopping him from gaining custody of you.

"I think it's time for the tour of the property."

———

You had gotten the text during lunch. You've nervously been waiting. You got on the bus and texted him. You tell him you'll be able to call in a few minutes. You haven't really talked to anyone at your new school. You doubted you'd be here for long so you were just waiting and counting down the days until you could be in marvelfalls again.

"Hey weirdo." You don't look up choosing to just stare at you phone instead. "Oh don't ignore me." Someone pushes you head but you ignore them and look out the window.

"Come on L/n we just want to talk." A new voice says.

"Leave me alone Colton." You say as the bus stops. You stand grabbing you bag and hurry off of it. You look around noticing you have zero clue where you are. You are lost now. You sigh pulling out your phone and calling bucky. Not to help you get home since obviously he doesn't know where to go. You just wanted to know what he wanted to tell you.

"Hey doll! How was school?"

"Fine I guess." You begin walking down the road. You put him on speaker and pull up a map on your phone.

"Well the house just evaluated and I should find out if I'm getting my foster license by Friday!"

"Really? So if you get your license how long till I get to go back to the farm?"

"Probably by next Monday."

"That's amazing! I hate this school. I miss the dogs.."

"Only the dogs?" He asks.

"I guess I miss the horses too." You tease.

"Wow rude." He laughs.

"Okay I have to go... Bye Buck."

"Bye doll."

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[elmouwus]

♡ prologue • i.m, k.b, & s.t ♡

year 3!izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki x f! midinights daughter! reader

summary – seeing your past lovers after so long sets the spark again.

warnings – none.

1278 words xx.

MINORS DNI, AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.

"Mom, I'll be okay, I promise," Y/N said as her mother bugged her about being worried about how she would be treated by her peers. The two stood in the teachers lounge going back and forth about Y/N's well-being, which they had been doing a lot lately.

"Sweetie you have to understand where my worry comes from, what if they bring up the rehab or they try to sell your secrets to the press. Or what i-"

She cut her mom off again, "Mom, you said I would be in the same class as Sho? Along with Kats and Zuzu right?"

"Well yes, but-"

“And Uncle Sho is my teacher.”

“Y/N”

“Mom we’re already here, at school you can’t just change your mind now.”

“Bu-“

"I'll be fine, Mom. My boys would never let anything happen to me. They've never even leaked anything about me to the press, I know I can trust them. If I still haven't earned your trust back, I understand but at least trust them, please."

"Okay," Nemuri sighed as she rubbed the bridge of her nose, "I-I trust them to look out for you, and Shota," Nemuri looked at her daughter's godfather who was lifting his head up from a stack of papers, "promise me you'll look after your god daughter. Her being in your class was one of the only reasons I was okay with her coming here in the first place."

"I'm her godfather aren't I," Aizawa stood up and rubbed his best friend's shoulder, "as if I would ever let anything happen to Little Midnight over here."

Y/N scrunched her nose at the nickname, "when are you gonna stop calling me that? It's so gross."

"When I die," Aizawa said simply before patting Y/N's shoulder, "now let's go, Tenya Ida will be here soon and I already know the rest of those brats are waiting for us."

•

Every morning since their first day at this school, there was always some kind of ruckus coming from the class 3-A room but today was different. It was filled with questions and conspiracy theories. Which was the norm but this particular day they were talking about a person they hadn't known the name of.

Just a week before their class representative, Ida, was instructed that a new student would be coming and that it was up to him to make the student feel welcomed, of course he told his fellow classmates so they could prepare for a new face.

"I bet it's a pretty girl," Hagakure stated as most of the class stared at the door.

Ashido smiled wide with Uraraka, "Another girl? That would be so much fun!"

"Definitely foreign exchange, all the faculty were involved with their arrival," Yaoyorozu interjected with her usual soft smile.

"A foreign exchange female student," Mineta said in awe, drooling.

The other students grimaced at him in disgust and gagged.

"It's quite weird that they're going to be arriving in our third year," Tsu added, "I wonder why they're transferring now."

Todoroki spoke with his hand over his mouth as if he was thinking hard, "perhaps another one of our teachers has a secret love child."

"Todoroki, you've got to let that go," Midoriya said as he facepalmed, "I denied that claim a long time ago, All Might is NOT my dad.”

"No, I will not let that go, there's no proof that he isn't.. You're sus and we all know it," the peppermint haired boy playfully glared at his best friend.

"Did Todoroki just use the word sus?" Kaminari and Sero said at the same time while they both raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, I've finally convinced him to let me teach him American slang," Ashido said, cheerfully with a few claps. Before anyone could say anything else, Aoyama, 3-As unofficial classified spy, ran into the room, "they're right down the hall. And she is-"

"What's she look like," the 'Baku-squad' of UA interjected all together.

Bakugo rolled his eyes while his unofficial squad gleamed over trying to get information on the new kid. He clicked his pencil in boredom waiting for the day to just go on.

Just as Aoyama was going to explain who the new student was, Aizawa came in with the principal and the student behind him, making the students rush to their seats.

"Class, I'd like to welcome.."

Bakugo along with the rest of the class looked up and everyone gasped.

"PRINCESS AIKA?!"

"I expect you all to make Miss. Y/N Kayama feel comfortable and at home, she is UA family after all," Principal Nezu said in his usual calm voice, "I shall leave you to it, Aizawa."

And with that their mouse principal had left and left them all in pure shock.

Three boys stood out in the class as they all practically had the same expression on their face, but all three had a face flushed and were in shock, which the rest of the class had but something in their faces were different.

All three of them looked like they had seen a ghost rather than a celebrity.

Midoriya's hand covered his mouth as tears came from his eyes; he hadn't seen her in almost three years. She still looked the same even after all of this time, he had tried to reach out but didn't get a response, which he expected. She was a famous idol now, she didn't have the time for someone like him.

Bakugo glared in confusion, he hadn't physically seen her in almost two years. She left basically without a trace and he wasn't going to attempt to run after her if she didn't want him around, he managed to avoid her music and videos at all costs to hide his feelings but seeing her now everything came flooding back, their memories together and all of the feelings.

Todoroki's mouth was agape and it was hard to read his face other than shock. He hadn't heard from her in a year. He kept tabs on her through his dad and her mom trying to reconnect but he wouldn't have ever guessed that she'd end up here, not after what they last spoke about. He actually thought that she was possibly gone altogether, but to see her now with her beautiful smile, he couldn't handle the rush of emotions coming back to him.The dark haired girl smiled softly and waved, "Hi, I'm Y/N Kayama. You all probably know me best as Pr-“

Bakugo, Todoroki, and Midoriya all stood up at once, "Y/N?!"

Kayama looked at the three boys and gasped as she ran through the small gap between them and smiled widely , "Zuzu? Sho? Kats? I didn't think you all would be here," she said with a big smile, before chuckling, "okay that's a lie if I’ve ever told one, you guys are almost as famous as I am, you're in the news more than me."

She went down the line and hugged them all tightly, she didn't want to let any of them go but she couldn't choose which one she wanted to hug longer so she did her best to hug them all for the same amount, "I've missed you guys so much! I just can't believe it's re-"

"You know them," all three boys asked in unison pointing at the other two.

"You guys know Princess," the class asked in unison.

Kayama giggled as she stepped away from the boys and looked at the rest of the class, "of course they do sillies, they're my past lovers."

[thepinkproof]

The Operator

Synopsis: there is nothing normal about Greenwood University. however, the school is your only option. it is even more fearful when the person everyone told you to stay away from, Jungkook , is the one who won’t leave you alone.

parings: yandere! inhuman jungkook x reader/ overprotective sibling taehyung x reader

chapter warnings: yandere behavior, inhuman behavior, fighting, stalking, violent descriptions, heart attack, shootings, mentions of rape and drugs

word count: 2.6k

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chapter 05: like anyone could

Sweat dripped on Nari's forehead as she tossed around the heavy covers.

She heard crunchy steps of a man's shoe walking in the woods.

"I- I'm sorry. Please stop." The girl whimpered. Storm ran through the woods looking for the girl's voice to help her.

"Where are you?!" Storm yelled.

"Here." the voice thundered. Abruptly, a dead body of a girl appeared. Her bones was spilled out and her face was mush on the ground making her unrecognizable. Her clothes was filled with blood and her blonde hair was getting greedily eaten by birds.

"Elaine." Storm sobbed waking up from her nightmare.

"Not again." She mumbled.

Last night, Storm left the party as soon as she had her confrontation with Taehyung. She took a bus home and left Elaine at the party. Honestly, she felt guilty. Elaine was obviously high so how will she get home? What if she drove herself home and crashed?

She knew that Elaine was kind of mean to her, but that wasn't any excuse. To be fair, Storm was upset at Taehyung and wanted to leave immediately. Elaine would've never left that party that early.

Her nightmare is what scared her most of all. Every since she was a child she would have intense dreams or nightmares. Sometimes, she dreamed of a kid in her foster home going back to their parents, and it would happen the next day. Then, around the age of her pre-teens, the dreams were more dark and complexed.

She once begged Taehyung not to go the opening of a movie one night. She had a dream that blood would be spluttered.

Taehyung sarcastically replied, "Obviously, were going to see the Purge."

Despite that, Storm's intuition was correct. A member of a street gang went to the theater to shoot someone and Taehyung witnessed it.

Then, when she was fourteen she decided not to do her homework because she had a dream the night before that her teacher had a heart attack.

She didn't think of warning the teacher or anything because she thought she was over analyzing her abilities.

But it did happen.

The worst nightmare Storm had was that her just reunited birth mother would die in a car accident. As soon as she got up to warn her, the police had already called.

Of course, they have been some times when Storm's dreams were totally off and she hoped this was the case today.

————-

Storm entered the library holding the flyers she had made this weekend. She was also wearing what Rosé called "a simple but cute" new outfit.

Jungkook looked up with a smile as he saw her, he closed the book, as it was no longer interesting to him.

"Hi Stormi." he spoked.

"Gosh Jungkook you scared me!" She jumped in surprise when she saw him. "And don't call me Stormi do I look like i came out of Kylie Jenner's vagina?” She snapped earning the attention from the libarian.

"Watch your profanity! This is a library." She loudly whispered.

"Oh fuck off you old hag." Jungkook shot earning a gasp from Storm. The librarian gave him a bow and walked away.

"What the hell." Storm murmured. 

"What got your panties in a twist today?"Jungkook asked in concern.

This was his college and he wanted to make sure his baby got the best experience. Jungkook knew everyone at this school so if someone bothered her he could simply take care of it.

"I don't know where Elaine is. I feel so bad, I ditched her at the party and she haven't been responding to my text. I didn't even see her in class today." She ranted.

Jungkook was internally annoyed. Why does she care so much about the Eleanor girl? She literally tried to get her raped for drugs. Despite that, he had to stick with his story.

Hiding bodies was never a problem for Jungkook. He has the police wrapped around his fingers and governmental agencies silenced. However, he can't just go around saying he killed someone so he simply told Storm this:

"Oh, last night at the party she was so drunk and high. When she got home her parents were there and they sent her to rehab. Apparently, she is supposed to be clean. And you know, rehab don't allow phones. Who knows how long she be there? Poor Elise."

"That's so sad. I'm just glad she is getting help. I was so worried that something bad happened." She mentioned as she took one of the flyers from her hand and stapled it to the bulletin board.

"Hmm. Free Unlicensed Therapy, Call 1-801-545-7861 for appointments." Jungkook read.

"You're doing free therapy for the nutcases at this school? Are you bored or suicidal?" Jungkook scoffed.

"Oh don't be like that. I just want to help people. College is so stressful and this will be good practice for me."

"Yes, Stormi people will love to take advice from a freshman." Jungkook teased.

"Stop calling me that, how would you feel if I called you Kookie."

"Well if anyone else did I would cringe but for you I will allow it."

Jungkook suddenly thought about the negative effects of Nari's "free therapy". What if one of these idiotic aboms decides to confess and cry about what Jungkook been doing. Usually he loves people knowing how powerful he is, however he did not want his love to find out.

"As if they had the balls." He thought to himself. Nobody in this school was that dumb to sell him out.

"Beginning of the school Lockdown, what is that?" Storm asked looking at the colorful flyer that was on the unorganized bulletin board.

"It's when all the students gather together and lock themselves on campus and chill." He explained.

"That sounds fun."

"You're not thinking of going right? It's not for little innocent girls like you." Jungkook argued. The last thing he needed was the love of his life around a bunch of uncontrolled aboms.

Before Storm could answered him the bell rung. Storm left Jungkook without saying goodbye. She was annoyed at his comment.

—————

When she entered her class she noticed a familar face. Ford Jackson.

Storm first met Ford when she found out he was Taehyung's housemate. Ford’s name and face was practically everywhere at the school. He was apart of the college's football team.

She wanted to give him a wave but decided not to since he wasn't in her social league. Her worries was conquered when he looked up from his phone and saw her.

"Hey Stormz! Come sit over here."

She was surprised at his offer. He was sitting beside two people. She shyly sat down beside him.

"Hey Ford, I didn't know you was in the class."

"Classes are the least important thing to me but I gotta take them." He sighed. "Oh, by the way this is my girlfriend Sofía and my best friend Hobi."

"Nice to meet you guys." Storm smiled.

"Yeah guys this is Taehyung's sister." Ford added. Sofía and Hobi gave me a questionable look.

"You can't be serious babe. I can't go to your house because those assholes there and now we hanging out with their sister." Sofía complained ignoring Storm's presence.

"Wait, I thought you was friends with them." Storm remarked confusingly.

"Please, Ford is nothing like them." The boy Hobi spoke.

"I'm confused. What's so wrong with them?"

"First of all, Storm is a Pukka. You can trust her." Ford told his friends.

"¡Gracias a Dios!" Sofía celebrated.

"Taehyung is practically Jungkook's henchman. Do you know how many people he beat up this year and then they randomly disappeared? No offense, but your brother is a piece of shit." Hobi commented.

All of this was news to Storm. She thought Taehyung was just popular at this school, she didn't know he was a bully. She also wondered what Jungkook have to do with this.

"If Taehyung is such a bad person, why do you live with them?"

Ford took a big sigh. "Two years ago, I was a senior in high school. I had people telling me I was NFL material. I was an honor roll student and I worked all day after school on my skills. I live in a small town so not many scouts come out. One day, a scout for the biggest college team came.

I was so excited and nervous but despite all that I played. I scored 5 touchdowns. My best record as a running-back. But you see the couch's son he was quaterback. Very mid, all he did was pass the ball to me. The whole schoolyear he only scored two touchdowns. Imagine my shock when the scout chose him to go to the college and not me? All because his dad paid the scout for his untalented son to be at the school. Typical white privilege. He's sitting on the bench for that college team now.

Anyways, I was devastated. I was in a deep depression because football was my life and my dreams were impossible. This might be embarrassing but I was working at Target and Jungkook was there. He was waiting by my car outside.

Ive never even met him before, he told me that he wanted to help me. He gave me a full ride to this college and now I'm the best on this whole fucking team. When I joined this school it was a dump. Jungkook is weird ill admit but his friends are all ass kissers, I lived with them because I was offered a free room in a mansion, who wouldn’t accept? I always thought he would want something in return but he didn't. I don't help Jungkook out with his shit, I'm just here for football and for my girlfriend." He explained.

Storm had alot of questions but of course she asked the biggest one. "How can Jungkook offer someone a full ride to college when he's a student?"

"Wow girly. You are definitely a freshman." Sofia laughed.

"Is Jungkook a Pukka?" Storm asked. Honestly, she was surprised she never asked herself this question since that is all this school talked about. She hoped that he was a Pukka, she kind of liked him.

"Neither." Ford answered. "Look, I know this might seem hypocritical but stay away from them. Especially if you have skeletons in your closet. I know Taehyung is your brother but he is not as innocent as you think. The only person a Pukka should trust is a Pukka."

"How can someone be neither? I'm so confused." Storm groaned.

"The best thing to do at this college is to never ask questions, just get your degree and go. Now lets quiet down, class is about to start and you never know which one of them aboms are listening."

———————-

Taehyung eyes aimlessly searched the hallways looking for Storm. He knew her class was near this hall so she would have to come out.

Taehyung wanted to apologize to his sister for what he has done. Never in his life has he treated his sister to harshly. He felt so guilty.

Taehyung noticed her leaving the class talking to a girl by her locker. He was proud of her for making friends. He was about to approach her until he noticed Lance around the corner staring at his sister sending text messages.

He angerly walked towards him pulling him into an empty hallway making the boy squeal.

"Chill Taehyung!"

Taehyung roughly slammed him into the locker making Lance fall down in pain.

"What the fuck! I'm telling Jungkook you touched me!"

"Oh, shut up Lance. You want to explain why you're stalking my sister. Do your weird ass have a crush on her?"

"Aniyo, Taehyung. I'm a gay man." He screamed touching the back of his bloodyhead.

"Stop trying to be Korean, you're from Ireland lucky charms. I saw you stalking her so explain yourself before you will have to explain to the whole school why your missing a limb!" Taehyung angrily threatened.

"It's for Jungkook. He gave me the assignment to tell me where she is at every second of the day. And you, hyung, are interrupting my assignment. I should tell Jungkook so he can demote you and make me his number two." Lance said smiling at the thought despite his pain.

Taehyung worst fears are becoming true. Why is Jungkook so interested in his sister?

"Is that so, Lance? I don't know if you have a crush on Jungkook, or whatever unnamed reason why you are obsessed with pleasing him. But none of this matters. I'll make it very clear, if i see your leprechaun ass lerking again, ill kill you." Taehyung growled.

Lance gave a frightened look as he tried to get up to his feet but fell down due to pain.

"That's right Lance. You know why I'm Jungkook's number two, because while your hands are typing on keyboard trying to hack into companies to make him proud my hands are getting bloody. I certainly don't mind killing it's actually a stress reliever to me. Do you know how happy it would make me to get rid of you?" He laughed.

Taehyung gave Lance one more evil grin before leaving the hurt boy in the hallway.

——————

"Hello hyung." Jungkook greeted at Taehyung as he entered his house.

It was about 11pm, the rest of the boys were away but Taehyung waited for Jungkook to return.

"Hey Jungkook. I need to talk to you."

"No, I'm quite busy." Jungkook stated making his way upstairs.

"Stay away from my sister." Taehyung growled.

Jungkook halted at Taehyung's tone. He turned around to look at him.

"What was that, Taehyung?" He challenged.

"Stay away from her. She's innocent and don't need to be around a thing like you. So stop sending your lapdog Lance to stalk her."

"Or what? Taehyung." Jungkook calmly asked.

Taehyung's heart skipped a beat and Jungkook could hear it. "T-there's no or what. I've been loyal to you for so long. You can atleast owe me this one thing."

"Owe you?" Jungkook laughed. "Taehyung, you would be in prison without me. Fuck, they probably just give you a life sentence for all your crimes."

"Ah, your crimes. If your sister knew she probably wouldn't even talk to you again. Oh wait, she's already not talking to you. Maybe i'm not a threat to your sister, perhaps you are." He continued.

"And what if she knew about you Jungkook? What if she knew what you actual are?" Taehyung said in a threatening tone.

Jungkook stalked his way towards Taehyung. Taehyung's confidence suddenly disappears each step he takes towards him.

"What I am." Jungkook stated as his eyes turn purple and black veins appear under his eyes.

"Have you forgotten what I am? I could tear you to shreds right now and God wouldn't even help you because of how much you're a shitty person."

"I-I'm not scared of you, Jungkook." His shaky voice responded.

"Oh, but you are Taehyung. You're scared of what I can do to you and your sister."

Jungkook paused. "You know you are right Taehyung, you have been loyal to me so I will tell you the truth."

"I'm going to do everything in my unlimited power to make your sister mine. I always get everything I want, and I will give her everything she has ever wanted. I'll buy her flowers if she want. I'll buy her the biggest house if she wants. I'll fuck her if she wants. And if anyone is brave enough to try to stop me I'll kill them."

Taehyung gasped in shock.

"Are you brave enough, Taehyung?"Jungkook whispered.

Taehyung stayed quiet and the only thing that could be heard was heavy breathing from him.

"Well, just incase you are." Jungkook asserted before giving Taehyung a powered punch in the stomach that made Taehyung's human body fly into the wall.

Jungkook showed Taehyung mercy. Anyone else who come between him would die. Jungkook chuckled to himself.

Like anyone could.

chapter 06

[cr0wbonezz-wr1ting-inc]

"Why are you crying?"

this is for @bozowrites's 2k writing event! congrats :]

summary: stress and exhaustion can really make you cross the line sometimes. wilbur knows that better than anyone.

trigger warning: swearing, mentions of wounds/blood, yelling, angst with a good ending

author's note: president wilbur my beloved <3 sorry this is such a late entry ;-;

wilbur put his hat down on his wooden desk in front of him and ran his hand through his brown locks. he's been stressing over his next move, schlatt and quackity already having their entire plan mapped out together. he exhales through his nose and lets himself lean further into his chair.

you've been downstairs waiting for wilbur to be done with his work so he can join you for dinner. he's been couped up in his office since early in the morning, and you haven't seen him leave either.

you sigh and grab a glass from the cupboard, humming while you fill it with water. he hasn't drank anything, so you might as well bring it to him.

wilbur could hear you approach the door to his office. he sighs and stands up, absolutely not wanting to see you.

you rested your hand on the door and thought about it for a second. should you barge in on him like this? should i just leave him be for now? you mean well, but he's not a child. he can take care of himself.

your thoughts were interupted by the door in front of you suddenly opening.a small gasp slips out as your hand falls beside your body.

"hi will!"

you greet him kindly. he looks down at you wit drowsy eyes, immediately noticing how tired he looked.

"hi, darling. what do you need?"

his groggy voice sounded iritated, like he didn't want to talkt o you in the first place. you hesitate for a second until you remember why you're here.

"well, you've been sitting in this office the entire day, and i wanted you to come downstairs to eat something. i have a glass of water for you!"

wilbur furrows his eyebrows, jut wanting to go back to his work.

"there's no need, ___. i can take care of myself."

"i get that, bu you haven't eaten anything - you need soemthing in your system!"

you set a step forward, to which wilbur response with a step back. you were now both standing in wilbur's office.

"___, stop it. i'm fine!"

wilbur was visibly tired. he did sleep last night, didn't he?

"will, please. you're tired, you haven't eaten anything, you've been in this room the entire day-"

"I'M FINE, ___!"

wilbur yells back. in his anger he throws his arms, smacking the glass onto the doorframe. it shattred loudly, one of the shards cutting the inside of your hand.

a quivering inhale enters your lungs as the small wound sends a sharp pain through your hand. wilbur has his eyes screwed shut, not wanting to see you.

you back out of his office slowly, cradling your bloody palm. before he can say anything you run out his sight.

"___!"

he yells after you, now fully registering what happened.

"fuck! fuck- darling!"

you run into your shared bedroom and slam the door shut, locking it in the process. you drop to the floor and press your back to the closed entrance of the room

"___, i'm sorry!"

by the time he reached the room it wouldn't open. he could hear a muffled sob from the other side of the door. his heart shattered into a million pieces, knowing he did this.

"darling? please open the door."

wilbur lets himself sink to his knees, putting one of his hands onto the wood in front of him.

"i'm so sorry, ___."

his voice sounded weak. you furrow your eyebrows and wipe your tears, turning your face to where you entered. you slowly unlock the dor and pull the door open, wilbur's face beaming at the sight.

"darling, i'm so sorry."

his arms wrapped round your body, wilbur keeping your hand in mind. you return the hug with your unharmed arm and lean into him lovingly.

"i'm so, so sorry."

smiling softly, you feel your shirt getting damp.

"why are you crying?"

wilbur lifts his head and looks you in your eyes with a weak smile.

"i love you, ___."

"i love you too, will."

suddenly wilbur snaps out of his soft expression when he remebers.

"um- your hand.."

"oh, yeah, we should treat that."

you laugh quietly, wilbur getting up from his place on the floor and reaching out to you.

"i think we have a bandage in the kitchen."

with a content expression on your face you grab his hand and stand up.

"after that i'd like some dinner!"

"whatever you please, love."

ty for reading<3

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[honeyfizzly]

All yttd character name meanings cause I haven't posted on here in forever, long post lolz

Most of this taken from wiki

Beware of spoilers lol, I'll add my own personal notes about the name

Sara-> Sa meaning "(silk) gauze; gossamer" and Ra means "good; pleasing; skilled".

The Hebrew meaning for Sara means "princess/noble women" which is pretty fitting as she has the highest winning rate

Chidouin-> Chi "one thousand", Dou "shrine hall" and In "institution"

Jou-> "length; height"

Note that nankidai said that Jou's name originated from the line "stand up Joe!" From the manga "Ashita no Joe"

Joe isn't really a westernized version of Jou in yttd as vgperson states that both names are used in the source material, the name Joe is used in a more causal manner.

Tazuna-> ta "rice field" zuna "rope; cable"

Kazumi-> Kazu "peace" Mi "oneself"

Mishima-> Mi "three" Shima "island"

I think the island mightve been possible referencing how Mishima would be the first protagonist of your time to shine island existence. Could be just a coincidence though

Kai-> Kai "precept"

Satou- Sa "assistant; help" and Tou "wisteria"

Note that Kai also means shellfish (hence the "kain you believe it" surrounded by shellfish in his laptop) but Kai's name uses different Kanji from the shellfish one.

Alice-> his name is most likely a reference to the band "Alice in chains", since he is a man named Alice who is in chains. The German name Alice means "noble"

Yabusame-> ya "eight", bu "currency" and same "rain"

Reko-> re "waterway" ko "child"

Yabusame-> Ya "eight" Bu "currency" and Same "rain"

Note that her name was spelled as "Reco" but since C isn't really pronounced in the Japanese language, it later on got canonized to be "Reko" and "Reco" was used for her stage name.

Nao-> na "greens" o "cord, thread"

Egokoro-> e "picture" gokoro "heart"

Kanna-> Kan "god; deity" Na "what"

Note that there's also a flower that shares the same name as her

Kizuchi-> Ki "tree" zu "ferry" chi "pond"

Shin-> shin "truth; genuiness"

Tsukimi-> tsuki "moon" mi "see" (aka moon watching or moon viewing)

Qtaro-> Taro "strong, heroic, masculine"

Note that his name is a reference to a Jojo episode where a character uses the name "qtaro kujo"

Burgerburg-> this name dosent really have a meaning.

Qtaro's initials spell out bbq (BurgerBerg Qtaro)

Sou-> sou "suddenly; smoothly"

Keiji-> kei "respect" Ji "two"

Shinogi-> shino "bamboo grass" gi "tree"

Gin-> Gin "silver"

(I couldn't find the meaning for his last name rip)

Note that Sou is also an anagram for the Japanese word for lie, Uso

Hiyori-> hi "sun" yori "harmony"

Note that it can also be read as sunny weather

Midori just means green

Ranmaru-> Ran "orchid" Maru "circle"

Kageyama-> Kage "shadow" Yama "mountain"

Anzu-> An "apricot" Zu "child"

Kinashi-> Ki "tree" Nashi "pear tree"

Shunsuke-> Shun "excellent; genius" Suke "involve oneself; shellfish"

Hayasaka-> Haya "early; fast" Saka "slope; incline"

Naomichi-> nao "direct" Michi "road; path; route"

Kurumada-> kuruma "car" da "rice field"

Mai-> Mai "dance"

Tsurugi-> tsuru "crane (bird)" gi "castle"

Hinako-> Hina "chick" ko "child"

Mishuku-> Mi "honorable; beautiful" shuku "inn"

All of the floormasters have pun names

Sue miley-> smiley

Hoemi-> small smile

Tia safalin-> tears are a fallin

Han'naki-> half crying

Rio ranger-> rearrange

Rio lazier-> realizer

Toto noeru-> to arrange

Koko roeru-> to gain a heart

[kirishwima]

Can I please request the RFA recognising MC as someone they had a crush in middle/high school?? and whom they haven't seen in years. Pretty please. Also V maybe if that's not too much to ask?

awe that’s such a cute idea! sorry it took me so long to get to writing it T-T

I won’t write V right now as I only have a limited amount of time, but I’ll add his story in a reblog soon! 

But since it’s difficult to write for Seven and Ray given their canonical story, I’ll skip them for now-if you’d like me to write an AU version for the two please let me know!

I’ll be using they/them pronouns for MC since you specified them as such!

YOOSUNG:

* We know he was quite the popular boy in high school, even getting love letters~ He wasn’t all that interested in anyone at the time though, too busy studying instead

* There was however one person who caught their eye; they sat right next to Yoosung, and whilst he never paid much mind to them before, he once overslept, ran to class late, and after getting a good scolding from the teacher, he realized as he rummaged through his backpack he forgot his textbooks.

* MC, seeing his frazzled expression and his desk devoid of books, simply slid their book closer to him, acting nonchalant all the while. They didn’t want the poor guy to get scolded by the teacher yet again after all.

* To Yoosung, at that very instant, MC looked like an angel that fell from the heavens, here to aid him in his moment of need...and they were cute to boot...it didn’t take long for him to start talking more often with them, his upbeat personality endearing and MC’s charm enough to make him develop his very first crush.

*It’s not like they were in the same friend group or anything, so they only saw each other during certain classes, but they chatted often enough, greeted each other in the hallway-and Yoosung couldn’t help the blush on his cheeks everytime MC smiled at him, shoving his friends playfully when they teased him over it.

* Even Rika asked him about it once, after he nonchalantly mentinoed MC, his  cheeks betraying his emotions as she took note of that-(I’d like to think it’s one of the reasons she later on chose MC to send to the RFA *eye emoji)

* But well, time passed, final exams came and the stress of it all overtook everyone, and before anyone knew, graduation came and went-he wanted to find MC during the graduation ceremony, tell them to keep in touch, but with the large number of people around that day it’d be a triumph to even spot MC in the crowd.

* So when years later, MC stumbled in the RFA chatroom, Yoosung didn’t immediately recognise them-only when they got to chatting, realised they both went to the same high school, and took the same classes, only then did Yoosung realise just who MC  really is-and boy was SHOOKETH. That MC? His first and only crush?! Is now a member of the RFA? And he gets to talk with them again?! Suffice to say, Yoosung would NOT let this chance go, not this time.

ZEN:

* Zen actually met MC in middle school, back when he still didn’t really realise just how pretty he is.

* Girls would constantly flock around him, even teachers would gush and tell him he’s so pretty-but that never made little Hyun feel good about himself. It felt suffocating, weird to hear such words then go home to hear the exact opposite. Just who was he supposed to believe?!

* Once whilst running away from a group of kids trying to touch his hair, he ran into a seemingly empty classroom and shut the door behind him, ducking down to avoid being seen through the classrooms’ windows. What he didn’t initially notice, however, was a piano, a relatively simple wooden one in the corner of the room, a little kid sitting there, their feet barely reaching the pedals beneath, staring wide-eyed at him.

* He motioned to the kid to stay silent as he shuffled towards them, hiding behind the piano as the flock of kids came by the class, one even opening the door to ask the kid sitting at the piano-MC, if they had seen a ‘pretty boy’ come by.

* MC side-eyed Zen, raising a brow as they turned to the kid standing by the door. “I didn’t see any pretty boy” they stated, “but if you’re looking for someone with white hair...they went that way” they said, pointing down the hall.

* Once the door was slammed shut and the sound of feet hitting the floor was but a distant echo, Zen got up from his hiding spot, coming to sit beside MC, breathing a sigh of relief.

* “Thank you” he sighed, “they kept trying to touch my hair” he elaborated. 

* MC looked to him with furrowed brows. “Why?” they asked. Even Zen was taken aback by the blunt question; everyone he met kept telling him how his hair was like snow, how soft it must be, some even trying to touch it right away. Yet this kid looked to him like it’s such a stupid thing, like there’s no point in trying to touch his hair-it was a breath of fresh air in his hectic world.

* He laughed-he couldn’t help it! “I don’t know!” It was the truth.

* That was the day he and MC became friends-they were in different classrooms, but he’d ocasionally come visit them during breaktime, and MC even taught him how to play the piano-he could proudly play the entirety of ‘Twinkle twinkle little star’ by the time the end of the year, and by the time they were about to graduate middle school, he’d already learnt quite a lot, even practicing on his own when MC wasn’t around.

* They promised one another they’d keep in touch, Zen admitting he didn’t have any plans of going to high shcool, how he wanted to become a musician, how his parents had started getting stricter and stricter-when he decided to finally run away, he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep in touch with MC, not in the way he wanted to at least.

* It took a while for him to realise he liked them-it was only on the day he ran away, sitting on a bus to nowhere and everywhere when he realised the only person he’d miss, the only one he regretted never saying goodbye to, was MC-and it hurt more than he’d care to admit, the realisation he’d never get the chance to see them again, to admit these feelings to them.

* Well time passed, and whilst MC still kept a dear place in his heart, the memory of them slowly started fading away, their features hazy in his mind.

* When MC stumbled upon the RFA chatroom and gave them their name, Zen hummed to himself, a small nostalgic smile on his lips. 

* “MC huh”, he typed, “now that’s a name I haven’t really heard in a while. Actually, my first crush was named MC!”

* Oh ho ho Zenny boy....when you find out that MC and this MC are one and the same.........

* He’ll die a blushing mess bc he’s a soft boy and can’t wait to hold MC close and express the feelings he’s carried in him for so long OKAY.

JAEHEE:

* She met MC before her parents passed away-when she was still a little child, her hair long and her smile wide, her eyes shining like the sun with glee.

* She and MC met on the first day of kindergrarden-MC had been running towards the school gates, tripped and scraped their knee, and Jaehee was there to witness it all.

* Unable to see someone in pain, Jaehee walked to MC, kneeled down beside them and used the end of her skirt to wipe the few droplets of blood from the wound. She then patted the wound, and gave a quick kiss to MC’s knee. 

* “That’s what you should do when someone gets hurt!” Jaehee said, her smile gentle, “now it’ll get all better!”

* MC was so awed by this magician-schoolmate, she couldn’t help but follow Jaehee around the entire day, asking her if she knew any other magic spells, even told every other kid about how ‘fairy Baehee’ stopped their knee from hurting!

* It was an adorable friendship-they’d refuse to leave each other’s side all throughout class, would only reluctantly seperate when their parents came to pick them up.

* They’d often even stay at each other’s home, having more than one sleepover where they tried to stay up as late as possible and failing.

* When other kids started to get interested in romance, Jaehee frowned. Why would she need anyone else than MC? She didn’t need a ‘boyfriend’ or ‘girlfriend’ or whatever they were called.

* One day as she was getting ready for dinner, she looked to her mom and asked her if she knew how one can know if they want a girlfriend or boyfriend. Her mom laughed, Jaehee’s honest curiosity too cute for words, and picked her daughter up, sitting her on the kitchen counter so they could speak face to face.

* “Baby, to have a boyfriend or girlferiend, you have to be in love with them. I can’t tell you how to be sure you love someone, because it’s different for everyone. But with your dad” she started, humming in thought as she ran a hand through Jaehee’s long hair, “well, I knew if someone tried to tell me not to be with him, I’d hate that. And I know I want to be with him, no matter what.”

* Her mom tried explaining further, but Jaehee didn’t need any further elaboration-she immediatly knew who she loved.

* She let her moms words simmer for a while longer, but never got a chance to let MC know how she felt-her dad passed away shortly after she entered middle school, and she and her mom ended up having to move away, her confession hidden to the back of her mind as she dealt with all this new information and changes.

* She and MC tried to keep in touch even after she left, but being so young and not owning a phone or any social media, it was hard, to say the least. By the time the two were old enough to (responsibly) use the internet, memories of one another faded, and with Jaehee’s history, it was hard to even find the time to think of MC-though she would from time to time, as she lay awake in bed, wondering what happened to that kid she once loved.

* MC stumbling into the RFA was like fate’s way of giving Jaehee a second (or well, first) chance at love-and an apology for torturing her in the hands of Jumin Han and Elizabeth the 3d lmao

JUMIN:

* We know he went to a prestigious school, but down the street from his fancy private school was a regular high school, one where our dear MC studied at.

* If it were on his own terms, Jumin would never really pay a second glance to that school nor its students-not that he cared much for his own classmates either lol

* But well, one day his driver was running late, and he was stuck waiting for him at the front steps of the school, unable to take a step further-not in the crazy rain that fell vigorously down to the street, soaking any unsuspecting passerbys that had forgotten to bring an umbrella with them-Jumin being one of them, as was MC.

* “Shit! Ah, crap, no-” a litany of curses could be heard as a person ran towards his schools’ entrance, towards Jumin-he took a step to the side as a figure came to a halt besides him, taking shelter from the rain besides him.

* He raised an eyebrow at the person who stood beside them, their hands resting on their knees as they caught their breath after running, their cloathes soaked to the bone, their skin visible through their flimsy school shirt. The colours and the emblem on the coat they seemed to have tried and use as a make-shift umbrella showed Jumin it must be a student from the school down the street-not that he was interested or anything.

* But well, he was waiting for his driver and had time to kill since V had already left, so...

* “That’s quite the vulgar vocabulary for someone your age” he stated, surprising the person as they looked up to him.

* “Oh yeah?” they asked with a raised brow, “they don’t teach curse words in your fancy curriculum?” they teased, ready to cut the conversation with this pompous rich kid short if need be.

* Jumin was...surprised, to say the least. “Is there such a class in public schools? I’m afraid I never heard of it. I’ll ask my school if they offer it.”

* He didn’t expect the kid to stare at him wide-eyed before laughing, going as far as to wipe tears from their eyes with the way they laughed.

* “You-you’re serious?! Oh my god-I’m so sorry for messing with you dude.”

* Jumin’s refreshing innocence, his confused pout as he tilted his head this way and that, it was so different from the haughty rich-kid attitude MC was expecting, it was nearly endearing.

* The two got to talking, and something about MC’s wit, their snarkiness that was simply kindness in disguise intrigued Jumin-he couldn’t help but even smile at one of their jokes, the two bonding in the long time it took for his driver to get here.

* As a slick black limousine stopped right in front of his schools’ gates however, a chauffer coming out with an umbrella in hand to escort Jumin to the car, it was like a bucket of cold water washed over MC-of course, as cute as the dude might’ve been, he was still a rich koid, someone from a completely different world than theirs.

* For Jumin however, this brief encounter would mark him. He’d been unable to get MC’s face out of his mind for weeks thereafter, and everytime he dreamt of encountering them again he’d wake up with a furious blush on his cheeks, even daydreaming of them in class.

* But well time passes, and the feelings faded-although they never completely left, not with someone like Jumin, who’s been unable to feel that thumping in his heart ever since that day.

* MC coming into the RFA was like a silly rom-com film where the fated couple meets again decades later as changed people-and well, it kind of went exactly like one of those films would hahah

-send me a mystic messenger headcanon or prompt-

[crownin-thestars]

There's a Reason Why

You know who Mega is, right? Everyone knows him as that one mute kid, but they don't know why he's mute and they don't seem to care.

But Mega wasn't always like this

Mega was usually a quiet kid around children his age and older, being quite shy and was always teased for his birthmark location. When he was around those younger, he would usually come off as a bit of a bully because of what he says to them. The only reason he did that was to get rid of stress from both school AND home.

His household was even more stressful, having a single mother and being her only child. His father had filed a divorce agreement but was unable to gain custody over Mega due to his mother presenting false cases. This resulted in, of course, Mega living under his mother's roof.

False cases? His mother sounds like the scummiest scumbag in the world, and I can assure you that that may or may not be true. The reason she wanted custody over Mega was because she was never able to reach her own goals, and with a child, she wanted him to achieve them for her. She never cared about what he wanted to do, all she cares about was that her son absolutely needed to become what she expected him to be.

This woman forced her son to be a perfect child. All A stars in school, always obedient at home and always helped her with housework. (For the record, I don't exactly know how grades work in America, an A star is the highest grade you can get on an exam in my country and a U as the lowest, standing for ungraded so I might go by that)

When Mega had told her he wanted to create content, this set her off. His mother yelled at him, so much that it brought him to tears. He was never yelled at like that for so long, the words that came out her mouth sounded like they were came from another. Mega heard things like 'You were a mistake after all' and 'why can't you let me make you great'. He didn't want to hear anymore of it, running off to his room and locking the door.

Mega's mother thought he had changed his mind, yeah that's how entitled she is, but she soon found out that she was very wrong.

Mega had come home one day on his phone. He wasn't even in the house for a minute when his phone was snatched out of his hands. He was slammed into the wall, causing a few things on the shelf next to him to fall. His mother asked him what he had been doing when he hid in his room.

Nervous, he stuttered out a 'nothing', flinching as his mother raised her arm. She screamed at him for being a lier, and told him that she had been keeping track of who and what he was texting. Mega could feel his blood go cold. Knowing who he was texting would mean her knowing what he was planning, and considering what had happened just a few days ago, he already knew she would not react well.

Mega managed to break free from his mother's vice like grip, snatching his phone back before bolting to his room. The slammed the door shut, locking it. Loud banging and screaming coul be heard behind the door. No matter how much she screamed, he wouldn't break the only barrier he had between him and his mother.

He leaned back on the wall opposite the door, his body sliding down as tears fell from his eyes. He grasped his arms around his head, trying to keep the bad noises out. Mega whispered to himself through the sobs as the banging continued. Why did love feel this painful?

Mega had come home from a long day at school. He entered his home, expecting a greeting from his mother. Nothing was said. He quickly checked the kitchen and her room, no one was in there. Mega smiled to himself. He had the home to himself till she came back! It was still noon, so he had just hoped that his mother would only come back in the evening.

Mega enjoyed the hours he was alone, not having his mother there to tell him off. He had played a few games on his phone and watched many, many videos on YouTube. In the middle of watching another video, he looked up to check his clock. It was already late at night and she hasn't come home yet.

He was confused, getting up from his bed. His mind was interrupted by a wave of pain in his stomach. I haven't had dinner. He thought, making his way to the kitchen. Mega looked in the fridge, no leftovers from the night before. That's fine, leftovers aren't the best of foods to eat. He opened up the shelves, only finding a few cans of soup and some instant cup noodles. Guess the noodles would have to do.

It was the next day, had to be a school day of course. Mega did his usual morning routine, the only thing different was that. . . His mom still wasn't home?

He sighed, going around the house to find some cash to bring along with him. He opened drawers and looked under beds. There wasn't a single penny in the whole place. He looked over at his piggy bank, a sort of last resort. He went to pick it up and shook it, sighing with relief when he heard the sound of coined crashing against the metal casing. This money he saved was meant to be a little bank account for the things that he might have wanted. Removing the little cork at the bottom, he shook the money out, it was just enough for the bus rides to school and back for about two to three days.

He grabbed the money, shoving it in his pocket. Time to get to school.

~Smol timeskip cuz again idk how America schooling systems work~

On the bus ride home, he had attempted to contact his mother, ending with it hanging up immediately. Staying on his own was an intimidating thought, and he wanted to know when she would be coming home.

He entered his home. Mother isn't home again. This time, he wasn't happy. He has never been isolated by himself like this before. That's fine. . . I'm fine. . . He assured himself. His mother was gonna come home at some point. Right?

It had been a few days since Mega had seen his mother, or had an actual interaction with someone. How many days? He had lost track. He wasn't able to go to school anymore because he didn't have money to take the bus. Mega could feel himself losing a bit of his sanity, but it was kept intact with the texting of his online friend. The house was in a bit of a mess, and at this point he didn't bother to take care of it. He couldn't tell if he missed his mother or not, the only feeling inside him being. . . Almost nothing. He kept on reassuring himself, making sure he doesn't do anything stupid.

That's fine. . . Uh oh- A noise was heard from outside the house. He couldn't tell if it was a wild animal, a burglar or his mother. Not taking any chances, he went to hide away. Mega bit his lip, afraid to make any noise whatsoever. Hearing footsteps entering the apartment made his heart beat rapidly. He peaked out of his hiding place to have a look at what was happening. He saw two adults, one woman and one man, possibly a couple, looking at the small mess of a home.

Mega must have peaked out for too long, the woman feeling something watching. She turned to where he was looking out from and saw Mega. Scared, he quickly hid away. He heard soft whispers as the sound of the trespassers footsteps was getting closer. Tears had started to drip down as the footsteps got louder and louder. Mega bit on his lip harder, trying his best to not let the crying overpower him. He knew they've found him, he knew he couldn't do anything. So he just sat there in fear.

They'll hurt you. He thought. That's all people do to you.

Mega looked up, taking in the new faces in front of him. His fear immediately caught up to him as tears burst out. He quickly tried to hide his face, trying not to show weakness. (I mean like he's 7 cut him some slack-)

He heard some sort of packaging open as a small scent of cookies filled the area. He peaked up and saw that the woman was offering him the delicacies. He accepted them with gratitude as he started munching on them. They reminded him of how his father made them when they were still together. . .

The man came to sit down next to the young, scrappy and hungry child, ruffling his hair a little bit as the woman knelt down in front of him with a smile. Mega cherished the company he had around him, softly chewing on the chocolate chip cookies given.

This was the most loved he has felt in so long. . .

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Word Count: 1621 words

HAHA I'M FINALLY DONE WITH THIS!! Bro I ran out of words to write at the part where the couple came into the house, so the ending might have sucked a bit, but I still quite like that ending.

Also watched Hamilfilm recently, currently obsessing over the songs, hence that Hamilton reference I put in there.

Also yes I made a 7 year old smart as heck because why not? Dream was able to connect his computer to his neighbor's electricity when he was 15 so it's possible to be overly smart at a young age.

Side note that these are the very same people that decided to take care of him and help him grow up.

Side note #2 if you haven't guessed it yet the issue I was wanting to raise awareness about is child abandonment. I don't know how well I did with writing this because I consider myself to be a privelaged child.

[spacesuitsforemergency]

Weapon Hex

Chapter 1: The Runaways Run Away

Word Count: 1.7k

Originally Requested by: @amateurwriterbigdreamer

A/N: love that Onawa was requested to be in this! I’m not giving her a huge part until she turns into a villain so that it’s centered around Y/N for now! These are all gonna be short chapters since there’s not a whole ass movie to cover. Hope you like it!

“I said no!” You yelled at the STAR Labs scientist, who had been trying to hook up a machine to you, to observe your brain waves. The other kids you had escaped the Reach with were watching from across the room, waiting for instructions. They watched with their eyes wide in fear and concern as the scientist cornered you.

“Y/N, you have to calm down.” He told you calmly, despite the annoyed tone of his voice.

You crouched in a defensive stance, snarling at him to tell him to back off. Two security guards grabbed your arms, and you thrashed in their hold, warning them to let you go. Your heart rate began to pick up as they held you down, and the scientist picked up a needle. You knew the drug wouldn’t work on you, none of them did, but you had to act like it would.

Your plan was to be calm and act out of it once they “sedated” you, so that they wouldn’t see you as dangerous. Then, once their guard was down, you’d attack.

“No! Stop!” You yelled as the needle stuck into your arm, and you slowly pretended to get tired. You made your eyes droop and breathed very slowly, so that when he checked your pulse it would be at the rate it should be with sedation in your veins.

“Put her in a straight jacket.” The scientist ordered a guard.

“You can’t do that!” Virgil Hawkins stood up.

“That’s way out of line!” Tye Longshadow glared at the scientist.

“She’s far too dangerous.”

“She obviously doesn’t want your help. You can’t just force her to do stuff!” Eduardo Dorado Jr. snapped. The scientist ignored him as the guards put your arms in a straight jacket, then sat you down in the last chair. You pretended to be half asleep, but when no one was looking you winked at the other 6 kids before they were called over. You shut your eyes and your head fell back against the wall, you figured you’d might as well rest. Your thoughts wandered to your father, and the horror stories about Stryker and the Weapon X program.

Your father was James Howlett, AKA The Wolverine, and your mother was Jean Grey, another X-Man. She had died half a year ago, destroyed by the Phoenix Force. You had run away from the X-Mansion because of it. You were treated different by the other kids, and even your team, Excalibur. Nightcrawler, Gambit, Rogue, Colossus, Lockheed, even your best friend, Kitty Pryde, treated you differently than before the Phoenix killed your mother. They treated you as if you’d turn on them any second. As if you’d attack them. As if you were an animal. A monster.

Your father had become even more distant and angry than before, which was something you didn’t think was possible. You didn’t know how to comfort him, and he didn’t know how to comfort you. Nobody was there for you while you grieved for your mother, and you felt feared and unwanted. So, to make things easier for them, you left. You planned to just wander, maybe even steal a motorcycle and follow in your fathers footsteps. You had been waiting for a bus when the Reach kidnapped you. When you woke up, voices were talking in your head. You were terrified, but then you heard your mothers voice. Whether it was actually her or just your subconscious, you didn’t know, but she helped you control the other voices. You were extremely intelligent, so it didn’t take long for you to get the hang of telepathy. When you finally escaped, you were put back into more testing. It made you anxious and panicky, since you knew what happened to your father and many mutants when they were tested on. You remembered the mutants that died being experimented on by Trask, and the lifelong trauma it brought your father.

“If we let you out, do you think you can handle getting some food without throwing a fit?” A security guard asked you, mocking you as if you were a child.

You lifted your head and nodded slowly, manipulating his mind to think your pupils were dilated, a sign of sedation. Once he was satisfied he unbuckled the straight jacket and helped you up, but you convinced him you could walk on your own. You walked out to the hallway and stopped at a corner, watching the others who were listening to Eduardo Jr and Eduardo Sr arguing very loudly. They looked away when he storms out, slamming the door.

“Uh...we should get lunch while we have time.” Virgil suggested.

“This is so messed up.” Tye snapped. “STAR is as bad as the Reach and worse than home.”

“Wouldn’t go that far.” Onawa Longshadow, who you figured out was his sister, mumbled.

“But STAR wants to help us.” Neut, some other escapee said quietly.

“Whatever, Neut. I just know I can’t take much more of this.” Tye said through his teeth.

“You won’t have to. Cause we’re busting out. Tonight.” Virgil says with determination. This perks your attention, so you walks towards them.

“And how are we supposed to do that?” Eduardo asked. “This place is a fortress.”

“You’ll need me.”

They all spin around and see you, perfectly awake and not sedated at all.

“You faked it, didn’t you?” Tye asked you, grinning.

“That’s what he said.” Virgil whispered, Eduardo snickering while Tye rolled his eyes.

“Drugs and medicine don’t work on me.” You shook your head. “The doctors are idiots.”

“Is that your metahuman gene?” Eduardo asked.

“No. That’s my X-Gene.” You shake your head as you looked around to make sure there’s no guards spying on you guys.

“Wait...” Tye mumbled. “I thought you were a telepath?”

“Holy shit! You’re like Wolverine, right? With a healing factor!” Virgil exclaimed.

“What?” A guard overheard from the other hallway. You rolled your eyes and erased the last few seconds from his mind, then created a “mind link” with the others, translating for Asami at the same time. Not Neut though, you knew he wanted to stay and report you. So you erased his mind as well.

‘Don’t yell. Talk to me through this.’ You ordered as you all started walking towards the cafeteria. ‘Yes, Wolverine is my father. My X-Gene developed when I was little, but the Reach activated my meta gene as well.’

‘No fair, so you’ve got like, a hundred powers?’ Virgil asked.

‘Can you even count? She’s got two.’ Onawa rolled her eyes.

‘So you know how to get us out of here?’ Tye asked. He seemed to be the most restless and adamant about leaving, which you took note of.

‘We leave tonight. I’ll take care of everything.’

•

“Please, tell me you're not serious about running. Running, escaping, whatever you want to call it, we're gone. This is serious. I nearly blew up Central City. My powers may be gone now, but what if they come back, you know, escalate out of control all over again? What if your powers escalate? Dude, you can't control them now. Look, I know Wilcox is a pain. STAR is a pain, but they're trying to keep us safe. Or at least keep the world safe from us.” Neut tried to reason with you.

“I’m outta here..” Virgil scoffed as you led him towards the door.

“Oh yeah.” Tye nodded, his sister following behind.

“Adios.” Eduardo waved to Neut.

“Are you coming Sam?” You asked her.

“I think so?” She tilted her head.

“That might mean yes.” Tye and Eduardo both led her towards you.

You spun around when alarms suddenly blared, and you saw Neut at some control panel.

“Sorry. But I can’t let you do this.” Neut narrowed his eyes.

“Bold of you to assume you were letting us in the first place, punk!” Onawa glared at him, starting to charge at him before her brother tugged her back.

“Let’s go!” You shouted at them, rushing down the hallway. Virgil and Eduardo sprinted ahead of you, right at the door. Virgil tried to open the door, but it was locked.

“The alarms put the whole place on lockdown!” Virgil alerted you.

“Great! Now what?” Tye asked.

“No idea.” Virgil admitted.

“Well what was your escape plan?” Eduardo asked.

“Uh...I didn’t really come up with one.” Virgil rubbed the back of his neck. “Y/N, weren’t you supposed to be in charge here?”

“I am. Just wait for it.” You told them. You knew guards would be at every exit any minute, and you wanted to show them something.

“Ed? Can you teleport us out?” Virgil asked, trying to figure out why you were just standing there staring down the hall.

“Haven't you been paying attention? I can only teleport myself and only along sight lines. Which makes escaping from a windowless, locked hallway somewhat difficult!” Eduardo shouted, accent becoming thicker in his anger.

“No problem! Tye can do his thing, right?” Virgil turned to Tye.

“Wrong! I can’t control ‘my thing’! It just happens!” Tye shook his head.

“Onawa? Can you do some magic or something?”

“No way! If I try to tear apart the door I could tear you apart too! I don’t have control yet, you-“ Onawa opened her mouth to say some god awful curse.

“That’s enough.” Tye smacked her arm.

“Look out!” Asami pointed.

You grinned when some guards ran up, channeling your inner Wolverine.

“You kids need to come with us!” A guard warned.

“Don’t think so.” Eduardo said darkly.

You charged at the guards, finally sheathing your claws. You made sure to not cut any vital parts, only making flesh wounds to keep them down. You snarled at them, baring your sharp teeth. Once they were all down, you turned around and charged towards the others. They all jumped aside as you went for the door, easily tearing through the layers of metal. You retracted your claws, standing straight and feeling your shoulders and back crack loudly. You turned around, everyone staring at you in shock and fear.

“Let’s go.” You say calmly, before running off into the night.

[princessmcpurpledork711]

Offered to live in America with his parents. He had no real attachment to living in Japan and he kinda missed living with his parents so he did. (He promised he'd keep in contact with Makoto) It was nice for a few months, until his parents got busy again. It became exactly the same as it was in Japan, only now he was truly alone in a foreign country that he barely spoke the language to.

Makoto felt really bad. His parents heard about this and also felt bad. Makotos parents really care about Haru, and Makotos dad decided to take an opportunity to transfer jobs to San Fran. The rest of the Tachibanas agreed. (He would've never considered this but Harus situation made him want to)

So now the both live there and are gonna start high school.

Rin was in Australia and hit that wall. He was frustrated and sad. Russell and Lori really wanted to help him. They decided to ask if he wanted to go somewhere else. He did not want to go back to Japan, but they decided that he should take the option of a swimming in a program in San Fran.

He was super frustrated and angry when he came to America. He was messed up and confused and angry with himself. He got influenced by some of his roommates (some generic thugs) and he did a big stupid. (Because season 1 Rin was a big stupid) He joined the organization. (He's a big stupid who was just confused and lost in a new country and with no loving stay home parents like Russell and Lori. I love the boy but man was season 1 Rin an emotional wreak)

Haru and Rin met in the first week of high school. It was messy. Rin yelled at Haru to swim against him and he said no way. Haru didn't want to swim anymore. That pissed Rin off. They ended up having this relationship were Rin would try to approach Haru and Haru would turn him down. They were both trying to avoid their feelings about the last time they met, and how they both are really sad and messed up right now. The only thing that kept them civil was Makoto, who wanted them to work things out, and Sousuke! (Who ended up in this swimming program too. He wanted to become a great swimmer but as soon as he saw how messed up Rin was, he ended up splitting his time between training and keeping Rin out of trouble in the organization. He even signed them both into the academy program at their school. So they also balance being in the academy and the organization. Its no wonder Rin was a mess in his freshman year)

Okay, let me finally get into Rinharu. (They had such a back story man I'm sorry XD)

Sophomore year starts and Nagisa is somehow in San Fran. He mets with Haru and Makoto in the middle of the year and asks if theyre doing swimming this year. (Theyre not) He spends so much time whining at them to join the swim team with him. All the pressure from Nagisa and Rin gets to him and he joins. The first time he gets back into the water is a race against Rin before the first swim meeting. (Rin may have been doing fucked up shit, but he hasn't been slacking in the swim program) They end up being so close that they don't know who won. The competitiveness came back, but they still couldn't identify it. Swim practice began with everyone being impressed with Haru (Rin and Sousuke being the other good swimmers that they were used to) But that urge to be better than each other set in, they started to swim against each other, a lot. The tension between them faded with every race, and the tension between them was slowly fading, though they still didn't talk about how they felt, they become friendlier, they feel more like how when they were kids.

But then, one night Haru and Makoto were walking home from the library (the reason they were there was because Rei was still learning how to swim because Nagisa still dragged this boy into the swim team) They never usually walk this way at this time and they were looking for a bus stop. They hear something in an alley and just kinda look up, but quickly go in to investigate because they thought they saw a familiar face. When the went in, they saw Rin and Sousuke bloodied and ruffing up some guy they didn't know. They didn't know what was happening but they did recognize the symbol on the jacket Rin was wearing.

Haru and Makoto were horrified. They couldn't believe what they were seeing. Never in a million years would they have thought that they had the capacity to do this. All of the good humor that built up left Haru and he angrily chewed them out, mostly Rin. He ran off, wanting nothing to do with him. Makoto chased after Haru but was also visibly upset and extremely disappointed.

Rin and Sousuke finally had a long talk with each other about why Rin was doing this, how he got to this point, and how they could ever face Haru and Makoto ever again. They also wondered how they could get out of this mess, but luckily for them, the Riku situation happened and they left with all the others. However this doesn't change much when it came to Haru and Makoto. The big relay qualifiers were coming up and they were forced to ride to Half Moon Bay together for the big race. Rin tried to talk to Haru the whole time but he didn't want to here it. They ended up fighting in the parking lot outside the competition center and Rin pinned Haru down so he could finally break down and apologize. He cried and finally told him about everything he went through. Haru was in shock the whole time. He finally reached up and let Rin cry into him. The big thing they realized is that they just wanted to swim with each other. It made them both happy. And after the all reunited inside, they pulled the relay swimming swap, and got disqualified but hugged and cried and finally the fixed their broken relationship.

Junior year rolls around and everyone is friends again. They can't wait for swim team and they all hang out all the time, and Rin and Sousuke are still in the academy so they also do that stuff too, but other than that theyre all a big happy fam! Haru and Rin are now, however, realizing their huge crushes on each other. I mean they always had crushes on each other, Rin especially when he was a child, but now that theyre friends and hanging out all the time, it feels so real. Rin starts trying to figure out how to tell Haru without screwing it up, because lets face it, he's screwed up a lot. Meanwhile, Haru has been facing all of his teachers telling him to try harder and the counselors asking him what he wants to do with his life and scouts asking for him and the SATs and his parents literally no longer coming home at all. He's become extremely anxious and a bit depressed. It wasn't clear to all his friends how bad this was all effecting him until he stopped swimming during a qualifier race with a ton of scouts. His friends tried so hard to help him out of his funk with no avail. Makoto had a talk with Rin and asked him to do anything to help Haru, and the next day, Rin came to Haru's apartment and took him to Australia. The trip goes like how the season 2 episode goes, but Russell and Lori definitely know that this is the boy Rin had a crush on all these years. Also the still have that one bed hotel room, and it was extremely awkward for them. That next day, when Rin took Haru to the pool, and Haru figured out his dream, they hugged. Rin was just so happy for him, and Haru let him, still in awe that things were so clear for him now. Then they both realized that they were hugging for a long time. And they both looked up, and they met eyes. Before they realized it, they kissed. They immediately felt something that they found undescribable, and went back to Russell and Lori. They told them that they were fated, and that they were so happy for them.

They went back to the hotel and reflected on that day. How they both felt now, and if they were both ready to go back as a couple. They started to realize how comforting each other was. They felt right. They felt, happy. They went to sleep together peacefully, for both of them the first time in a long time.

They came back happy. They discovered how nice it was to talk to each other, hold each other, and especially swim with each other. I think comfort is a key term for them, they feel a comfortableness they haven't felt since before all of this started. The water felt exactly how it did when they were kids. And everyone knew this was what was meant to happen. Rin made Haru smile. Haru made Rin soft. And they both felt the intensity when swimming, pushing them both to do better than ever.

EDIT: I know u didn't ask for specifically the ABO but its the one story we focus a lot of our Rinharu on so sorry for the ramble 🙏

[gardenflowerswriting]

The Girl Below

Bucky Barnes x F(Reader)

A/N: AHH!! My first Bucky thing! I hope you enjoy this. The first part is story line, but then it gets SMUTTY so be warned!! The next part won’t be as smutty maybe, but who knows.

*and if read more is not there, I’m so very sorry, I’m on mobile and have no control of that right now.

You ran out of the busy diner, your curls moving with you as you clutched your purse. "Y/N!"

You didn't want to turn around, everything in you wanted to keep walking about the Brooklyn lights, but you knew if you did, you would regret it more. You felt the rush of Bucky coming ahead of you, his stupid smirk on his face as he walked backwards, "I don't want to talk James," you scolded him, and used his first name. You only used his first name when you were mad, or in bed.

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"Come on doll," he reached for your hand but you pulled it away.

"No! Don't 'doll' me! How could you not tell me you joined the war? We planned our future and you join the freaking war?!" You yelled at him, stopping to get your point across.

You had a few eyes look your way, but you didn't care. Your date was supposed to be magical. You dressed in a white dress with red rose flower details on it. It was a respectable length, covering your chest, as your hair set in the easy curls almost every woman wore at the time. To top it off, you wore soft blush and read lipstick. Bucky took you to the movies, and then the diner to eat fries and talk. But little did you know your talking would lead to him telling you he left for the army in a week. A fucking week. You wanted to deck him in the face, that's what you wanted todo.

"Doll," he walked towards you, "you know i have to."

"No you don't!"

"Yes I do! Everyone I know has enlisted-"

"Not Steve," you mutter, crossing your arms.

"Okay, Steve is different." His eyes scanned over your body, "you can't stand like that long baby, you know what it does to me." You looked down to see your hands pressing your breasts together, and the hem of your skirt riding up.

You scoffed, "You're disgusting James Buchanan Barnes."

You darted past him, "oh come on." You only flipped him off, not caring about the judgmental look from bystanders. Bucky only gave them his soft smile.

“Don’t ever come by my place again Bucky. I mean it!” You marched your way home, ignoring your mother who asked about your date and running to your room. Your tears welled in your eyes as you felt like you were left by the love of your life. He was gonna leave you and die. That's how every girl in that city had their lives played out. No one made it back. Not like they said they would.

A knock on your door made you look up to your mother, "y/n? Oh baby." She fell to the bed beside you and began to brush your hair, "what did he do. Did he break my baby's heart? I'll murder him, you know that."

"No," your tears fell onto her night gown, "he's-he's going into the war and didn't tell me. He didn't tell me and now he's gonna die!"

She sighed, "shh baby girl, he is not worth this pain."

But he really was. You knew him since you were a child, being he lived above you. He would climb down the fire escape and "hang out" with you. One time, you let him into your room and the teenage hormones led the way. It was like every make out session you had before. He unbuttoned the top of your dress, letting it pool at your waist, as you ran your fingers through his perfectly jelled hair, ruffling all the time he put into it.

"Bucky," you moaned as his mouth latched on to your breast. You sat in his lap, legs crossed around his back as you hands locked on his shoulder and neck, pulling him into you. "Bucky," that was when it turned into something more, "bucky I want you to fuck me." Your words were not that of a ladies, but they got your point across.

He pulled away and furrowed his brows. "What?" He wasn't displeased, just shocked.

You held his cheek in your hands, "I-I want you to be the first one to have me. The entirety of me."

His eyes danced back and forth in your own, "you sure?" You nodded your head. Slow, but sure. "Okay," his face seemed to be as scared as yours. Now he took his time, laying you on your back, his face lower down your body, he undid each button with care, allowing for your dress to be folded open.

He marveled at your body, as his fingers skillfully undid your garters from holding your stockings. You felt yourself blush as his eyes looked into yours, he rolled the material down your leg, kissing the exposed skin. “God your beautiful,” he muttered as he kissed his way to be level with your underwear. When he kissed the white, lacy material, he hooked his fingers in and lowered it down your legs. Exposing your sex to the cold brisk air created from the window he had climbed into.

You could see his eyes on your pussy, "Bucky," you gripped his head, wiggling your hips, "do something?"

He laughed, “little Miss Impatient.” You only frowned and watched as he placed sweet kisses on the inner part of your thighs. His hands reaching to rest your legs above his shoulders. And, in a matter of seconds, his tongue ran up and down your mound leaving you heaving from the inside out, “god your soaking. Did I do this?”

You could feel his fingers slid in, the burn only made you feel more excited. "Bu-Buc, fuck," you grunted as he pushed himself deeper into your cunt. His blue eyes looking up to you with the playboy shade they always wore. "Bucky, I think, I'm- oh god, I'm gonna come."

"Come doll," his words added vibration to your core and you felt like you were falling off a bridge into an endless pit of joy.

Your head pushed into your pillows, making your breasts stand at attention. He took that advantage and connect his mouth with your nipple. "Bucky-" his hand continued to rub your clit, overstimulated, you tried pushing his away, "Bucky it's too much!"

You squirm under him, he released your nipple with a pop and grinned, "we haven't even gotten started doll."

You rested your forehead on his bare shoulder, "h-how did you learn to do that?" You felt the beads of sweat on your face.

He smiled, "I- you pick it up." You rolled your eyes at him, but he just kissed into your neck, “Come here.”

He rolled into his back and picked you up with him. You were straddling his hips as his hands found their place on yours. He pushed himself up to kiss you passionately, until you leaned back and felt he was harder than you had ever be aware of. Granite, you only had make out seshes as frequent as you could, he always had one on by the end of it. It made you think of how he “handled” it. Your mind went to dirty places, thinking about him moaning your name as he tried pulling an orgasm out. God. The thought made you wetter.

He pulled away from you, and you felt yourself pout, “what? What is it?”

“I-I don’t have a condom.”

You stared at him, “what?”

“I don’t just caring them around with me.”

“Well you should!”

He laughed, “yes cause every girl I see is gonna want to jump on me.”

You rolled your eyes, “well, can you, or we could go upstairs to your room? You should have some there, right?” Now you were desperate.

His scratched his head, “yeah. . .yeah let’s go there.”

“K,” you hoped down from him, grabbing your dress from the side of the bed to wrap it around your naked body.

He didn’t care to grab his shirt, he only took your hand and kissed your hard, “you sure you want to do this.”

You bit your lip, nodding against him, “my mom won’t be home for another two hours.” He smiled and guided you to his room as you stepped on to the cold fire escape.

It wasn’t unfamiliar, the smell felt nice, and you couldn’t help but giggle at the amount of books stacked in his desk. He looked up at you, seeing where your gaze fell and smiled, “aye, don’t judge.”

He turned back to his room, shuffling through his desk and drawers.

“I just didn’t think you were a reader,” you took your time slipping off your dress and sitting on his bed.

You saw he picked up a container from his drawer, “well, when you-uu,” his eyes fell in your naked figure. The sun leaving gleaming spots on your skin, you couldn’t help but blush as he looked at you.

“Come on,” you reached for his free hand pulling him to the bed.

He kissed you as you head him undoing his pants, and felt the rough material against your skin as they slid down to the floor. You pulled at the waistband of his pants, making those come down to.

Finally you looked down to his yearning tip pressed against his stomach. Your eyes widened at the length, “Bucky,” you couldn’t tell if that was a moan or actual fear. Your eyes danced in his, “are you sure it will fit?”

He smiled kissing down at your neck, “doll, it’ll be okay.” You nodded against his reassurance. “I wanna watch you ride me, and make that pretty face moan.” You felt hot as his words slipped from his mouth. He never talked this dirty, but it felt warm. As you propped yourself up, he pulled a tan colored condom out, slipping it over himself. You watched with hungry eyes as he pumped himself a few times, then motioned for you to sit in him. “You’ll tell me if it hurts, right?” You nodded your head and felt as he aligned himself to your warm slit. He teased you, rubbing the top of his head against your clit until your whined.

“Bucky!”

He laughed, “Okay, you ready?” You nodded, your hands resting on his bare chest as you prepared yourself.

You could feel him slipping into you, “James,” your voice a soft moan.

“Does it hurt?” He stopped abruptly, and you felt the lack of motion between your demanding legs.

“No! No, please keep going.” It burned, but it was nice to feel his long cock stretching you out the way he did. Once he was fully in, you bounced off him lightly, still riding the pain out with his pleasured moans.

His hands dug into your hips with power, “fuck doll, you’ll make me come in two minutes if you moving like that. . . You’re so fucking tight!”

You felt one of his hands slip across your hip bone, and his thumb rub circles against your clit. “Bucky!”

You could almost see stars as he thrusted into your sweet spot, your pussy clenching around him.

“Fuck,” he let out a whispered moan as you began milking him of everything he had.

You leaned into his chest and kissed him hard, “I love you bucky.”

He smile against your lips, “you know I love you more.”

[susannaprouse]

Five - Quito

Our second breakfast in our hotel was great again, eggs, fruit, cereal, the usual. We got up fairly early as we wanted to get the Teleferiqo cable car up the mountain the city was built under. We got a taxi to the bottom and I was getting nervous. Not just because of the long and high cable car but also because we were going up to 4000 metres in altitude, the highest I'd ever been. I wasn't sure how my body was going to react and since this was how high we'd be climbing on the 3-day Quilotoa Loop in a few days it was a sort of test.

We bought our tickets and entered the long queue watching people get into the cabins and travel up. While we were in the queue my imagination ran wild with images of the cabin falling. But if you imagine it that means it won't happen, right?

Soon we were pointed to some yellow circles in a row that was our designated waiting spot until the cabin came around. As soon as we got on to the circle Mike, being the nerd he is, said loudly 'beam me up Scotty'. We were not beamed up though, we hurridly got in to the cabin worrying we wouldn't make it before it started ascending.

We sat in the cabin with two Americans and two Ecuadorians. Mike enjoyed the view while I periodically turned my head to look down then immediately turned back round again. The journey took quite a long time and all our ears popped on the way up.

We disembarked and felt the cool mountain air, after putting on our matching down jackets (we are officially married) we wandered around taking photos and then started walking to the viewpoint. The walk uphill was strenuous and I could really feel my heart pounding and my head getting slightly dizzy. I was pleasantly surprised that I didn't feel ill though. Having made it to the lookout we found a wooden double deck chair so we sat down and enjoyed the view. It was amazing to see a sprawling city right under this huge mountain, we both wondered why they would even build a city there. The scenery is like northern wales on steroids so it's as if Cardiff were in Snowdonia, and bigger! We had a great view of the surrounding mountains too but unfortunately it was slightly cloudy so we couldn't see the largest (currently smoking) volcano in the distance.

Starting to feel cold we continued walking and stumled upon a pair of big swings and so of course had to have the mandatory swing photo. My legs were so short I couldn't start swinging so like a child Mike had to come and push me. After our photos we walked back to the cable car to have our first Ecuadorian hot chocolate (the first of many, I hope!). With a view out to the city we sipped the thick sweet drink, it was amazing and this was just a cheap touristy one. I can't wait to have a famously good one (which I have researched, obviously).

We got the cable car back down the mountain and for some reason going down it was easier to look out and admire the view. Once out we decided to go to the Museo de la Ciudad, a museum I'd read good things about. After buying our tickets a woman proceeded to talk for about 5 minutes in Spanish while we 'Si'd" and nodded like we knew what on earth she was saying. Luckily, there were a lot of hand gestures so we got the jist of where to go and we do know 'banos' so worked out where the toilets were.

We followed the obvious route around the museum learning how the first people came to Quito and how the city was formed. It was a brilliant museum with displays showing what food they first cultivated and what their houses looked like. It even had English translations which we've come to realise aren't common. There were some stranger sections of the museum like the full sized bus experience, which was a room made to look exactly like the inside of a bus. I guess if you've not been on a bus before it might be interesting.

After the museum we headed to the gold church, Iglesia de la Compania de Jesus, which we'd tried to get into multiple times the day before but it was always closed. As we walked in the man said it was free as it was Sunday, we saved 5 dollars each and felt very pleased! You're not allowed to take photos inside the church which is annoying, I don't think God would be oppposed to spreading photos of his house but what do I know. The church was the goldest thing I've ever seen, every inch was gilded. Every inch was also covered in scary baby heads. It was so inticrate and had so many baby heads I don't even know how they began to design it. There were also religious paintings everywhere. I've come to realise I really enjoy a hell painting, of which there seem to be many in Ecuador. These paintings are gruesome, dipicting all the tortures endured in hell and with text beside each one showing what they were for, like murder, adultery or incest. Even the usually serene paintings of Mary have a looming monster in the corner, they're much more interesting.

Having walked a lot it was finally lunch time and we decided to get almuerzo, a daily set menu offered at many local restaurants costing a couple of dollars. We found a greasy spoon looking restaurant that was busy with locals and were quickly given chicken noodle soup followed by even more roasted chicken with rice. I can't believe how much chicken they eat here. I liked the soup better than the chicken, I think because I've eaten so much meat recently, but both courses were delicious. We were also given a thick, sweet drink that I think was made from either sugar cane or corn. I wasn't a fan but Mike liked it.

We wandered around the old town a little more, looking at all the stalls before stumbling on the traditional homemade ice cream I'd read about. It's made in big copper bowls and hand mixed. We bought a coconut cone to share, it was nice but I wouldn't buy it again. You could tell it had been hand mixed. After the ice cream we went back to the hotel to get our bags and get a taxi to our hostel. Unfortunately the voucher we had only covered two nights in Quito so our last night was in a hostel in the new town.

After arriving to the hostel we checked out our pod. Instead of traditional dorms filled wih bunkbeds, the hostel is made up of pods, kind of like bunk beds but that are enclosed with a curtain drawn over the opening. They feel like a cosy little private nook. We had a double pod by a window with a view over the city with the mountains behind and it was perfect.

Having got to the new town earlier than expected we ventured out to find the artisenal market. Wandering down the streets it felt like a completely different city to that of the old town. There were bars and restaurants every block but very few people, maybe because it was a Sunday. The market was good, consisting of small alleys with stalls on either side showing the local wears. It was all aimed at tourists and every stall basically sold the same thing but it was nice to look around. I nearly bought a lot of things but decided to wait as we were only on day 5 and I wasn't 100 percent on anything. We did buy some Ecuadorian chocolate to have in the evening though (as we were still full from lunch and didn't want a full meal).

We walked back to the hostel talking about what we wanted to buy later in the trip. We immediately got into our pod and relaxed. It's felt like we haven't stopped so it was really nice to have a full evening to read, watch a film, watch Tiny House Nation (it's rubbish but brilliant, you should watch!) and then discuss if we could live in a tiny house. Sat in our cosy pod, we obviously decided we could.