#I think in the nest he has a big poster that says “keep on trucking’’

[tiger-grace]

Tim Drake is so independent but you know if he was truly left to his own devices long enough at some point he would come to family meals like

Jason: Yeah, so that’s when I hit him over the head- woah, are you okay?

Tim: hospital

Jason: What?

(Tim then proceeded to collapse into his bowl of cereal)

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MonthofMaybel2019 Week 4: Mabel’s Guide to Cryptid Families!

So I’ve never done this before, but I wrote it out like a transcript for an actual TV show.  Was kind of a fun experience?  (although formatting this thing was a nightmare and I couldn’t even copy over most of the formatting here @,@) Anyway I hope you like it!

Also these fics for the month of maybel are linked; it would help to read the one for week 2 about Anansi, but long story short, he’s a spider-person who wants to weave from a society where everybody’s a warrior.  He was an outcast, but helping his people win a series of contests against the Mantises meant that he’s not completely shunned anymore. 

Okay.  *Now* enjoy! INT. DIPPER AND MABEL'S ROOM – DAY

MABEL WEARS A HAND-KNITTED PINK SWEATER WITH FOUR HEARTS ON THE FRONT, EACH WITHIN ANOTHER.  MABEL STANDS IN FRONT OF A WALL PAPERED WITH BOY BANDZ POSTERS, PIG PICTURES, AND POSTERS FROM ANTARCTICA.  THE CORNER OF A MESSY DRESSER IS ON HER RIGHT, THE EDGE OF A WINDOW ON HER LEFT. 

MABEL Families come in many shapes and sizes, sometimes as small as Nana and Liro in Liro and Pugface, sometimes so big you have second-cousins you didn't even know about until you got your inheritance! 

Today we're going to take a closer look at some particularly unusual families – CRYPTIDS!!!

SWISH PAN – WINDOW ON MABEL'S LEFT

ANANSI STANDS ON THE WINDOWSILL FACING THE CAMERA.  THE BACKYARD IS VISIBLE THROUGH THE WINDOW.   A TERMITE MOUND STRUCTURE RISES IN THE FAR CORNER OF THE YARD, TEEMING WITH SPIDER-PEOPLE.

MABEL Please welcome our first guest, a seriously cute member of the Spider-People living in our backyard!  And ladies, he's single!

ANANSI (looking nervously at camera) Are you sure that's not an insect?  It has a very large black eye.

MABEL So, Anansi!  Tell us about your brother!

ANANSI (brightening) Oh! He's one of my people's finest warriors.  He can lift over a hundred times his own weight, run for hours without getting tired, and adjust his strategy in the middle of a battle.  Even after his legs were injured in the Challenge, many young warriors were seeking him out as a trainer – I could see him teaching them from here. 

MABEL What did you guys like to do together?

ANANSI Sparring, mostly!  Not that I was ever any good, but he was very patient and kept encouraging me to try again no matter how many times I fell down.  And I fell down a lot.  He always said that every warrior mattered.  But, well...I'm clearly never going to be a warrior now, with the Weaving, so I don't know, but he might be – oh!

SWISH PAN – WINDOW ON WALL TO RIGHT

A SLIGHTLY LARGER SPIDER-PERSON IS CLIMBING OVER THE SILL OF THE WINDOW.  HALFWAY UP HIS BODY TENSES THE MOMENT HE NOTICES THE CAMERA.

BROTHER An enemy insect!  Hya!

BROTHER HURLS A SLIM OBJECT STRAIGHT AT THE CAMERA LENS.  THE BEGINNING OF MABEL'S SHRIEK IS HEARD AS WHAT IS CLEARLY A SPEAR STRIKES THE LENS.

STATIC

CUT TO FIRST WINDOW

ANANSI AND BROTHER STAND ON THE FIRST WINDOW SILL, MOUND STILL IN THE BACKGROUND.  ANANSI IS ON THE LEFT AND BROTHER IS ON THE RIGHT.  THEY STAND SEVERAL INCHES APART, BOTH SQUARELY FACING THE CAMERA.  THERE IS A SLIGHT CRACK IN THE UPPER LEFT CORNER OF THE LENS.  ANANSI'S ARMS ARE PULLED IN AND HE FIDGETS SLIGHTLY, CLEARLY NERVOUS.  HIS EYES MEET THE CAMERA BUT KEEP FLICKERING AWAY.  BROTHER'S ARMS ARE RELAXED, YET HIS POSTURE CONVEYS PREDATORY STRENGTH AND GRACE.  HIS GAZE IS STEADY.

BROTHER Are you sure that is not an insect?

MABEL Anansi was just telling us about how you two spent time together!  Do you have any embarrassing spiderbro stories to share with us?

BROTHER (stoically) My brother is not an embarrassment.  His Weaving allowed us to win back a large portion of our land from the conniving Mantises.  Word of his deed has already been sent out to the rest of our people.  He will teach a new generation of Weavers and spearhead our victory in reclaiming our ancestral lands. I believe he is a greatly valued and talented Weaver.

MABEL (squeals) AWWWWWW! Anansi is there anything you want to say?!

ANANSI (mumbling) Th-thank you.

BROTHER (grunts)

ANANSI'S FACE IS BRIGHT RED AND HE STARES DOWN AND TO THE SIDE, EQUALLY STUNNED, EMBARRASSED, AND TOUCHED.  BROTHER IS STOIC, STILL SQUARELY FACING THE CAMERA.  THE TWO STAND SILENTLY FOR SEVERAL SECONDS. SLOWLY BROTHER'S RIGHT ARM STARTS TO RISE.  A SPEAR COMES INTO VIEW.

MABEL Wai–

STATIC

EXT. ROOF OF SHACK – DAY

SOOS'S FACE FILLS THE SCREEN, SMILING HAPPILY AGAINST A BACKGROUND OF REDWOOD TREETOPS AND BRIGHT BLUE SKY.  SOOS'S FACE IS TOO CLOSE AND HIS ARMS ARE EXTENDED; HE IS HOLDING THE CAMERA.  STRANGE CHIRPING NOISES COME FROM OFF SCREEN ON THE LEFT.  

MABEL Our second guest comes to us from a certain roof in Gravity Falls, Oregon.  Please welcome – Soos!

SOOS Hi, Mr. Pineses!  Can I give shoutouts?  Is that allowed?  

MABEL Absolutely! Can you tell us about the new addition to your family?

SOOS Oh, sure!

CAMERA SWINGS ERRATICALLY AND STOPS ON A MASSIVE NEST SITTING ON THE ROOF. IN THE CENTER OF THE NEST IS A YOUNG PTERODACTYL THE SIZE OF A SEMI TRUCK, CURLED UP AND FAST ASLEEP.

SOOS Tada! We named him Kitten because he chases that little red laser around just like a quarter-ton kitten.  Aw, look –

ZOOM IN, FOCUS BLURS, THEN CLEARS ON A CLOSE-UP OF KITTEN'S FACE.  ITS FRONT CLAWS SCRABBLE LIGHTLY AGAINST THE NEST.  ITS UPPER LIP IS TWITCHING, REVEALING SHARP WHITE TEETH GLISTENING WITH SALIVA, AND ITS EYELIDS OPEN SLIGHTLY TO REVEAL GROTESQUELY ROLLING EYES.   

SOOS (Abnormally Loud Stage Whisper) He's dreaming!

MABEL (Abnormally Loud Stage Whisper) How did he end up on the roof?

SOOSOh –

SWISH PAN ERRATICALLY BACK TO CLOSE-UP OF SOOS

SOOS So we think he was learning to fly and crash-landed on the lawn.  I got him to hold still long enough to fix his wing, and then we bonded over a housewarming barbeque, and by the time his mom showed up we were basically like brothers!  So he sleeps here during the day while his mom hunts and then they go home to the dino mines at night.  At least until his wing heals up.

MELODY (Off Screen) Soos! Don't forget to wake up Kitten for his three o' clock snack.  And no more gingerbread men!  We don't want him getting ideas about the tourists!

SOOS You got it, honey!

LOUD SCREECHING FROM OFF SCREEN

SOOS(grinning)Uh-oh! Sounds like someone heard the word 'snack'!  He's so smart.

PAN TO KITTEN, WHO IS CRAWLING AWKWARDLY BUT RAPIDLY OUT OF HIS NEST.

KITTEN SCREECHES AND BITS OFF THE TOP HALF OF THE CHIMNEY.

SOOS Whoops! Those can't be good for his teeth.  Put it down, Kitten, go on...

KITTEN (Chirps without letting go of chimney)

MABEL He's like a puppy!  ...A really scaly one.

SOOS Doooown...

KITTEN PAUSES.

KITTEN DROPS CHIMNEY.

CHIMNEY CRASHES THROUGH ROOF.

SOOS Good boy, Kitten!

CAMERA ANGLES DOWN TO A MASSIVE PILE OF TURKEY LEGS AT SOOS'S FEET.  HIS ARM ENTERS THE SCREEN'S FIELD OF VISION.  HE GRABS A CHICKEN LEG AND THROWS IT AT KITTEN WITH A GRUNT.  KITTEN'S HEAD SHOOTS OUT TEN FEET AND HE SNAPS IT UP IN ON GULP.  KITTEN CHIRPS FOR MORE, THEN SNEEZES SO HARD IT BLOWS THE REST OF THE CHIMNEY AWAY.

ABUELITA (Distant, rapid Spanish)

MELODY Soos!

SOOS I can fix it!

CUT TO INT. DIPPER AND MABEL'S BEDROOM – DAY MABEL IS NOW SITTING ON A ROLLING CHAIR AT A DESK.  A CORKBOARD OVER THE DESK IS COVERED IN NEWSPAPER CLIPPINGS, MORE POSTCARDS, POST-IT NOTES, AND STRINGS OF RED YARN.  

MABEL (Squeezing her cheeks) Aw, that was adorable!  Guess I can't say Dipper sneezes like a 'Kitten' anymore!  HEY-OOOO!  

MABEL STANDS AND MOVES SLIGHTLY TO HER RIGHT, THE CAMERA FOLLOWING HER MOVEMENT.

MABEL And now for the final portion of the episode, please welcome Grunkle Ford, and his extensive knowledge of all things ocean and occult!

A LAPTOP RESTS ON THE DESK.  THE SCREEN IS FILLED WITH GREAT-UNCLE FORD'S FACE.  THE SLIVERS OF BACKGROUND ON EITHER SIDE SHOW BOAT RAILINGS AGAINST AN AZURE SEA AND SLIGHTLY CLOUDY SKY.  A SMALL DARK THREAD OF LAND TRACES THE HORIZON.  FORD IS WEARING A LIFE JACKET OVER A RED TURTLENECK AND LOOKS SLIGHTLY SUNBURNED, SMILING DIRECTLY AT THE CAMERA.

FORD Greetings, future scientists!

MABEL Grunkle Ford, what can you tell us about the supernatural families you've found in the Arctic Circle? 

FORD Actually most of the cryptids we've discovered on the ocean are solitary by virtue of their size alone.  A giant squid, for example, typically requires a hunting ground of one to two thousand square miles of open ocean just to sate its voracious appetite.  It's quite rare for them to engage in anything we might call “socializing.”

STAN (Off Screen) Oi!

STAN ENTERS FROM THE LEFT, BENDING OVER TO SQUINT AT THE SCREEN.  FORD LEANS BACK SLIGHTLY, ANNOYED.

STAN Did I hear that right?  Is my irredeemable nerdbro actually talking about socializing?

FORD It's science, Stanley!

STAN Whatever, this I gotta see.

MABEL We're doing a segment on cryptid families!  Got anything to add?

STAN You tell 'em about the ghosts yet?

FORD (Looking uncomfortable) Not yet, but –

MABEL (excitedly) I wanna hear!  GHOST, GHOST, GHOST, GHOST –

LOUD BANGING SOUNDS FROM OFF SCREEN.  AFTER A CRASH, AN ELBOW AND A PARTIAL VIEW OF AN ELECTRONIC DEVICE APPEARS ON THE SCREEN.

DIPPER I'm here where's the ghost?!

FORD(annoyed)Stan claims to have seen two of them on our visit to Vik i Myrdal.

DIPPER (confused) Huh? Vik what?

FORD A beach on the coast of Iceland, famous for its basaltic sand.  We were visiting primarily to study the petrified troll bodies just off the shore –

STAN Yeah yeah with the weird rocks, Ford was doing his science doodles or whatever, but that wasn't the important part.  See, there was this massive cave in the cliffs that looked exactly like the place a pirate would hide his treasure –

FORD Not at high tide!

DIPPER What happened?

STAN Uh, turns out the waves around there get really bad.

FORD As in twenty feet high. I turned around, there was no Stan in sight, and cave was already half-flooded with water.  Luckily one of us followed the rule about wearing our scuba gear under our clothes.  I immediately dropped my equipment and dove in after him. I found him pinned under a pile of rocks several dozen meters into the cave.

MABEL Whoa, are you okay?

STAN (smirking) Fine, I'm not the one who got knocked out.

FORD You shoved me!

STAN The water shoved you!  Accidentally!  To keep falling rocks from hitting you!

DIPPER But what about the ghosts?

STAN So we're stuck in the cave, right, and I'm trying to hold my breath, swim, and drag Sixer with me all at the same time, and the water's smashing us around so much Ford's underwater flashlight cracks and I'm thinking the next light I'm gonna see is the pearly gates.  And then I do see a light, and I swim toward it thinking it's gotta be daylight, but it's not getting any closer and all this fat was not helping me float.  And then a second light shows up and takes Sixer's other arm and practically drags us outta there, and next thing you know we were back on the beach, and I look back just in time to see an outline of this guy and his wife watching us from the middle of the air next to the cave.  

MABEL Wow, they stuck together and not even death could part them.  That is so romantic!  

STAN Sure. Woulda grabbed a photo but there was a little matter of Sixer not breathin' at the time.

FORD You should have taken the picture!  Thanks to the rocks falling, the end of the tunnel was completely blocked, and I was almost sure I saw fossilized cryptid bones inside.  Now we don't have anything at all to prove supernatural activity occurred in the cave!

STAN The words you want are 'Thank you, Stanley, you're the best brother ever.'

FORD Of course you are, that's not the point!

STAN What? Wait –

DIPPER Why were there ghosts there in the first place?

FORD I didn't know enough of the local language to inquire, but I suspect it may have something to do with the cryptid bones I glimpsed.  I suspect the couple's death was somehow caused by the cryptid, but Stan's account suggests that they're poltergeists, and poltergeists generally don't die violent deaths.

DIPPER What if the couple was keeping it as a pet?  Or maybe they could turn into the cryptid, like selkies?  The ghosts Stan saw might just have been their human versions!

FORD Brilliant hypothesis, Dipper!  Perhaps I was merely asking the wrong questions! Stan, quick, turn the boat around!

STAN No way, no, you literally died in that cave –

FORD Not permanently!  Besides, you'd have my back!

STAN That is so below the belt!

DIPPER Stan, are you crying?

STAN I got sea salt in my eye!

CAMERA PANS TO A CLOSE-UP OF MABEL, WHO IS LOOKING TO THE SIDE, BACK TOWARD THE COMPUTER SCREEN.  THE CONVERSATION CONTINUES IN THE BACKGROUND.  

MABEL We'll leave them to their nerdery.   (Looks directly at camera.)   Families don't have to be related, and they don't even have to be the same species.  What's important is that you show how much you care for each other, and spend time doing the same things, like getting thrown in a county jail or treating flamingopher bites.

BOTH STANS (Off Screen) That was ONE TIME!

MABELYour family might include close friends, dogs, pet rocks, or that one crow who brings you shiny pennies and half-eaten lollipops.  Whatever your family, take a minute today to let them know how much they matter. Thanks for watching Mabel's Guide to Cryptid Families.  See you next time! A/N: To my friends on Deep Woods, and a good friend on tumblr...thank you ^u^

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My Puppy chapter 2- kai x Reader

A/N : This is my first fanfic and I’m still new to writing, but I hope you guys enjoy this storyline just as much as me! I know you guys might be thinking that the “childhood friends” theme is too unoriginal and already done, but I’ll definitely be throwing in some other stuff to make the story more unique and unexpected!! Ps: ANY feedback/comments would be strongly appreciated!!😊

Description What happens when your childhood best friend jongin moves back to the neighbourhood and becomes part of your class?

Jongin x Reader Genre : fluff, highschool, light smut later Word Count : 2k

Prologue Chapter 1

🌸ignore these links. I'm still trying to figure out how to link the rest of the chapters. If you want to find the prologue and chapter one, go to my profile and scroll down, you should be able to find it😅🌸

Being homework free is awesome, except for the fact that your mind draws a complete blank when thinking of what to fill your time doing. The sun still sits fairly high in the sky, so you decide to relax on one of the lawn chairs in your backyard. As you soak in the replenishing sun, your eyes begin closing and your ears become filled with music from your earbuds as you drift off into a relaxing nap.

When you wake up, the sun has already began setting. You must have been sleeping for at least 30 minutes. Strokes of pink, purple and blue scatter the sky creating what looks like a painting. As you sit up in your chair your eyes gaze beyond the fence of your backyard. Behind your house on the left is a field filled with tall grass, to the right a basketball court , and inbetween sits a children’s park.

As you continue taking in the afternoon sky, a figure on the swingset catches your eyes. You squint and steady your gaze trying to make the person out, and as a few seconds pass you realize who it is. You hop out of your chair and quickly run towards your back gate, unbuckling the lock, taking off towards the swings. With every step you take, your heart fills with more and more excitement.

“Jongin!” You yell excitedly.

Now only a few meters away from him, you can see what he’s wearing. Black basketball shorts sit sulking on his thighs, a large blue hoodie hangs from his broad shoulders , completing the look with white and grey nikes. He rests his head in his hands and rubs his eyes before turning around to face you.

“Hey y/n, didn’t expect to see you here. D’you still live in your old house?”

You sit in the swing beside him. His eyes are damp and puffy and he isn’t wearing his glasses. Maybe he found his contacts? It looks like he’s been crying.

“Yah, I do…. Are you okay, you look kinda…. puffy?” puffy at the least.

“Yah, I’m fine. It’s just allergies.” he says wiping the remaining moisture from his eyes.

“Are you sure, you don’t look-”

“I’m fine.” He says cutting your sentence off a little too forcefully.

You can tell he is lying and that he doesn’t want to talk about it, it was so obvious that he had been crying. He had never been good at lying to you. Seeing him like this makes you want to cheer him up. What can you do to make him feel better?

“I know something that will turn that frown upside down!!”

“What?” He says sitting up, his interest now intrigued.

“Let’s walk to the 7-11 a few blocks away just like we used to! Come on…… we can buy ring pops! We can even play video games at my house after!” You say through a huge smile. Your heart pounding with excitement at the idea of spending time with him.

He chuckles as a matching smile spread across his face.

“Sounds like a plan to me!”

The two of you leave the swings and make your way to the sidewalk that separates you house and his. When he told you his parents were getting back together,he must’ve also meant that him and his mom moved back into his dad’s house. Thats strange, you don’t remember seeing a moving truck.

“Let me grab some money from inside” You say as you gesture your finger towards your house.

“it’s fine, I have some change in my pocket, so I can pay.”

“Oooh, I didn’t know you were Mr.money-bags now.” You said teasingly.

Being with jongin after such a long time feels amazing. Even though you have a great group of friends at school, it still feels like something is missing. When jongin is with you, it feels like everything is complete. You feel protected and safe.

7-11 is only a 15 minute walk from your house, but for some reason it feels a lot shorter than usual. As the two of you approach 7-11 shoulder-to-shoulder, jongin leaves your side and jogs ahead of you. He opens the door with his left hand and crosses his right hand over his body.

“lady’s first.” He gestures with a small giggle.

“Thank you sir.” You say playing along.

As you enter the store your mission becomes clear as you scavenge the ills looking for your childhood candy, ring pops. you skim through several ills with jongin following closely behind. Do they even still sell them?

“yess, I found them!” You exclaim picking two out. “what else do you wanna get?” moving your gaze upwards towards jongin.

“Hmmmmm.” Jongin hums through scrunched eyebrows deciding what else to get. You stare up at him again realizing just how handsome he is. The jongin you saw at school earlier was just a glimpse of the man he grew up to be.

His hair is smooth and messy from him running his hands through it, so smooth that you almost reach up to touch it. He has double eyelids, long eyelashes, a puppy nose and plump pink lips. As your eyes make their way back up to his chocolate eyes, your lock gazes for the third time today and a blush tints your cheeks

“You do realize that this is the third time our eyes have locked today. Am I so handsome that you can’t keep your eyes off me?” Jongin teases as a smirk spreads across his face.

“no!” You say blushing even though what he just said is true.

“let’s get slurpees.” Jongin decides as he steps ahead of you making his way towards the slurpees station. You both grab cups and begin picking flavors. Jongin opts for ⅔’s of coke and ⅓ of blue bubblegum, while you on the other hand have something a little more creative in mind. You run your cup along all eight flavors making sure it’s 100% full. Satisfied you stick a straw through the hole completing your masterpiece!

“Gross, you still do that! This is something kindergarteners do! I guess somethings never change.” Jongin says as he breaks into laughter.

“Yes I still do this, I do it because it’s delicious!! Don’t insult my masterpiece!” You yell while punching him in the arm.

The two of you make your way towards the counter and pay with Jongin’s pocket money. As jongin opens the door in front of you, a cold breeze washes over you and you can tell that the temperature has dropped quite a bit. You must have been in the store longer than you thought because the sun is now absent from the sky, and the only light source is coming from streetlamps. Suddenly you’re very aware of your bare legs and arms as a shiver runs up your spine. You feel something warm brush up against your arm and you look up to see jongin holding his sweater.

“Here,you can use it for now.”

“what about you?”

“I was getting warm anyways.” He lies as he faces forward and continues drinking his slurpee.

His sweater is warm and soft. It looks a few sizes too big but it doesn’t matter, oversized is in style right now anyways. Ecstatic he was thinking of you, you know just how to repay him. You rummage through the 711 bag and pulled out the two ring pops! Unwrapping them, you place the first one on your finger and reach out to place the 2nd one on Jongin’s finger. Touching his hand you surprise him.

“what are you doing?”

You slide the plastic ring around his slender finger and as your fingers brush against his, you blush bright red, luckily it’s dark out. You spread out your hand next to his.

“There…. Just like when we were kids” A identical smile spreading across both of your faces as you make your way to your house.

“Are you sure you still wanna play video games? It’s getting kinda late and don’t you have homework to do or something….”

“What do you mean late?! It’s only 8:30! You’re just scared that I’ll beat you! And I don’t have homework so it’s fine. Don’t youhave any homework?”

You open your front door and step inside taking your shoes off. Your mom is working a late shift at the hospital tonight so only your dad is home. You look behind and find jongin still on your front step. What was he waiting for? Was he nervous that your dad wouldn’t remember him?

“what are you waiting for?” You say, forcing him to come in as you close the door. You make your way to the living room where your dad is plunked on the couch watching soccer.

“Hey dad, you remember jongin right? Is it ok if we go upstairs and play some video games?”

“Hey jongin! I heard you were moving back in with your dad. Hopefully everything’s going well. Sounds good, just leave the door open.” your dad replies his usual cheery manner. How did your dad know about jongin moving back before you? Why hadn’t he told you?

“OK dad.” You said slightly embarrassed from his last comment. The both of you make your way up to your room.

“it’s so different! I seem to remember your room being covered in Hannah Montana and Sweet Life on Deck posters the last time I was here!”

“It would be weird if my room hadn’t changed, dummy!”

Sitting down criss-cross leaning your back against your bed, you begin turning on your TV and the Wii. Jongin follows after you and makes a nest beside you. His knee overlaps yours and you wonder how he’s so calm with all this. Is being in a girls room a regular occurrence for him? You spread the video games across your floor.

“Which one do you wanna play first?”

“Let’s go with Mario kart! I remember beeting you quite a few times on this game!”

You pass him a controller, your competitiveness raging inside, and away the two of you went. You were having so much fun that you didn’t notice as 2 hours flew by. Your game comes to an end and you find your eyelids feeling heavier by the second. I’ll just close my eyes for a second you think to yourself. Instead you find yourself drifting off into a deep sleep. _______________________________

◇ Jongin’s perspective ◇

Something tickled your shoulder and as you look to your right, you realized y/n had fallen asleep. She felt light as she leaned her head against your shoulder. Was she always this small?

Her unfamiliar straight brown hair is messy and bits and strands lie on her smooth skin. Her eyelashes are long and her lips full and rosy. Her skin is pale except for a little bit of redness. It must be from her allergies. You loved seeing her in your hoodie and the fact that it is way too big on her is adorable. As you stare at her, with every passing moment the desire to kiss her becomes stronger.

You turn off the TV and pull back the covers on her bed. You pick her up and set her gently on the mattress being careful not to wake her. Her eyelids flutter as she falls deeper asleep. It’s dark and the only sound you can hear is her softly purring, her face lightly illuminated by the streetlights outside. You sit down on the edge of the bed and gently move her hair off her face.

She is even more beautiful than you remembered. It’s hard resisting waking her up right then and there, and telling her you love her. Pain and guilt spreads through your chest because you know you can never allow her to hear those words. I mean, how could you? The people you love the most always ended up being unhappy. After what happened with your mother, you promised yourself that you would never let yourself love someone again.

Looking at y/n, you decided you would never hurt her again. You would distance yourself from her and hope that she finds someone better than you. It looked like she had enough friends at school. She wouldn’t miss you. You reached down kissing her forehead silently saying goodbye.