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2. Blood Oath | Choso ੭﹕ ̊ ̟ ꒷꒦

by lemonbooties

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Chapter 2: Mourning

It takes about five minutes of silence for your thoughts to begin eating at you. The reality of your situation started to sink in, giving you the opportunity to spend the long car ride wallowing in your own self-pity. As much as it made you want to scream, you had already accepted that your parents were dead. You tried to push down the nausea building in the pit of your stomach as your mind is racing. Your whole body was numb and prickly, wrecked with guilt over the whole situation.

You had been distracted when your parents were attacked, if you hadn’t been, could you have saved them or would you have faced the same fate? The thought played on repeat in your mind.

You finally decided on the latter. After all, if you did confront the blue haired man, your insides would likely be plastered on your living room wall with your parents’. You certainly couldn’t have fought him. But could you really live without your family? Sure, you guys fought over trivial matters but that was a given with strict parents. You wondered if you could live with this guilt, blaming yourself for your parents’ end.

The car ride went by agonizingly slow. Paralyzed by your thoughts, you couldn’t even enjoy the scenery whisking by. Your stomach rumbled but you knew for a fact you couldn’t eat. Your stomach did flips at the thought of food causing you to scrunch yourself into your seat as much as you could, longing for any sort of pressure that could ease your upset stomach.

Almost as if he knew what was going on, Yaga paused before saying, “I know you’re probably not hungry but we need you to eat.” He held up a signal and the driver of the car pulled off onto a side road. You glared at the man. The man who has all the answers you were looking for yet, he was withholding them. You decided not to say anything, not knowing for sure if he was an ally or enemy. It would be better not to upset him.

You sat in your seat brooding as the driver maneuvered throughout the town you were in before stopping in front of a convenience store. Yaga asked you to come in but you stayed put, crossing your arms in protest. Sighing, he went inside anyway, without you, and emerged after a few minutes with a bulging tote bag. He reentered the car and got situated before rummaging through the bag and handing you a steamed bun.

Your stomach rumbled, followed by a wave a nausea. The bun in your hand was warm, heating you up, even if just for a minute. The numb needle sensation in your hands subsided as you gripped the package. You thought you couldn’t eat but when the scent hit your nose, you were ravenous. Tearing open the packaging, you bit down quickly. When the bun was suddenly gone, you found yourself disappointed but the warmth of the food spread throughout your gut, sending a shiver throughout your body.

You heard the crinkle of another package and looked over to see Yaga offering you another bun. You gladly accepted, taking your time and savoring it. With some food in your stomach, the nausea subsided. After eating, you felt slightly better but your mind was still pretty foggy. You didn’t even realize you had fallen asleep again until you were being shaken awake.

This time, it was not Yaga that greeted you but the driver. Standing in the opening of the car door, his face peered in at you as he announced your arrival to Yaga’s school. You hadnt been able to get a good look at the driver in the car but when he stepped back from the space next to the open car door, you were able to finally able to get a peek. His suit hung limply off his thin frame, which was reflected in his face and sunken cheekbones. He had dark hair parted down the middle and you would’ve thought he was pretty nerdy if he was your age with those glasses.

He smiled hesitantly at you, almost as if it was unnatural to him. He looked nervous and you could’ve sworn you saw a bead of sweat roll down his forehead. You managed a weak smile back as you sat up again. You panicked as you quickly realized your phone was missing. The driver jolted and exclaimed a quick acknowledgement of your confusion. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out your phone and handed it to you.

“When you fell asleep last night, you were clutching your phone so tightly that we couldn’t get it out of your hands but you left it on the seat earlier and we were able to charge it for you.” He bowed his head slightly as he handed it to you, which you returned. “Thank you, uh-“ “Ijichi.” He chimed in. “Kiyotaka.” You nodded in response before looking down at your phone.

Your display blinked to life, a picture of you, Yuji and Choso greeting you. You had all been at the park near your house, which you had still occasionally visited on weekends even though you had long outgrown the playground. This particular day was Yuji’s 15th birthday. It was particularly warm for March so you all had decided to have a picnic in the park. You wanted to smile but you broke at the thought that you may never get to celebrate birthdays with them anymore.

You longed for a shred of normalcy or the joy of your childhood but you remembered last night and the pit in your stomach returned. You missed your family, you missed your room and you missed your friends. Would they know what happened or would you just disappear from their life? The thought was unbearable.

Swinging your legs out of the car, you stood shakily and caught sight of Yaga at the back of the car hauling what looked like your stuff. Upon catching a glimpse of your childhood suitcase donned with stickers and poorly-applied glitter, you were sure it was all of you stuff. Your entire life in a child’s suitcase.

Ijichi stayed close to you, probably scared that you wouldn’t be able to stand again. You waited patiently as Yaga and Ijichi gathered your things before leading you onto the school’s campus.

You were amazed at the architecture of the buildings. It was so unique compared to any other school, at least ones you had seen in and around Sendai City. You didn’t see much activity down the walkway, leading you to believe that either class was in session or the student population and staff were few and far between. You struggled a bit to keep up with Yaga and Ijichi but managed anyway.

You soon arrived at one of the buildings. The exterior of the building had many windows surrounded by a dark wood. With matching architecture to the surrounding buildings, you were just as clueless to this buildings purpose as you were to the others. Yaga ushered you inside where you were met with a hallway with many doors before he began explaining some housekeeping rules, general rules and security measures in place before stopping in front of one of the doors.

“This will be where you’ll be staying, L/N. You can decorate the room however you want, within reason. We don’t have many students so we placed you near the other ladies but if you’d rather be a bit aways, let Ijichi know and we can make arrangements. If you end up staying in this room, just be mindful of your neighbors.” He opened the door in front of you, allowing you to see the contents of your room.

There was small entry, a counter lined the left wall and had a sink and a small electric stovetop. To the right, there was a sliding door leading to presumably a bathroom. Further into the room, you could catch a glimpse of a bed and large window but not much else. You walked in and saw there was also a desk, side table and dresser. The men followed and placed your belongings inside.

“Thank you.” You said while lowering your head slightly. They both acknowledged your gratitude. Yaga explained he needed to attend to the school business and that since Ijichi is the manager of the school, that he would also be leaving. He suggested unpacking and placed a consoling hand on your shoulder before leaving along with Ijichi.

Once they were gone, you flopped on your new bed. You were thankful for shelter but this room didn’t compare to your home at all. It lacked your spark, the life you brought to your room over the course of the last 16 years. You stretched on the bed, your muscles relieved to be relaxed after such a long car ride.

You stood. Thanks to the food from earlier, you felt a bit more grounded than you had felt earlier in the day. You looked at your suitcase and the other bags filled with the belongings Yaga thought you would like to bring along. You wondered how he decided what to bring and what to leave. Did he leave anything important?

Curiosity got the best of you and you walked over to the small gathering of your things and decided to start with the other bags first. The first duffel bag contained clothes, which you promptly threw to the side. You wanted to wash them first, rid them of last night’s events before you had to feel their sensation on your body again. You shivered at the thought, trying hard not to remember the sound your father made when he-

You shook your head, desperately attempting to stop thinking about it. How could you though? Distractions. That’s how. You grabbed the second bag, a duffel bag you used to use for overnight stays. The contents of this bag were a little more mixed. You found your toiletries, which you placed in the bathroom. Next was your notebooks. You used them to pretty much scribble in and found it interesting that Yaga chose to pack them. On the desk they go.

At the bottom of the bag, you lingered on a photo frame. The frame held three pictures. The first on the left was from one of your birthdays. You and Yuji sat at the your family’s table, eyeing a huge cake that had eleven candles on it. You remember he got so sick after eating three slices of cake that night that he had to miss class for a whole week. His grandfather was really mad at your dad for allowing him to eat that much cake. You had been in the same class then and you blabbed to everyone about what happened. When Yuji returned, everyone teased him about it but he just laughed with them.

The middle frame was Choso, Yuji and yourself. You were too young to remember when the picture was taken but you couldn’t have been older than three. You were at the park, specifically the sandbox. You were wearing a bright yellow bucket hat with a matching shirt and jean overalls. You proudly held up a bucket and shovel, smiling widely. Next to you, on either side, were Yuji and Choso. They wore opposite outfits, Yuji in jean shorts and a light tan shirt on your right and Choso in a blue shirt with tan pants to your left. Yuji was filling up another bucket with sand and Choso was watching him. Sitting in front of you three was a poorly built sand castle that looked to be collapsing as the photo was taken.

The last photo on the right was you and your parents at your junior high graduation, just a few months ago. Seeing them now, you were extremely aware of how tired they looked. Their faces were slightly more wrinkly than you remembered, worn down by the years they had lived, weathered by years of love for one another and the life they created. The life you thought they lived…

Their hands rested on each of your shoulders, sweet smiles on both of their faces. Your mom was leaning forward with one hand on your shoulder and one across your back, although your body hid it. She had squeezed you tighter then than she had in years. Your father looked a bit more stiff but still had his hand on your shoulder. He was always more uptight about pictures. You were right in the center of them both, smiling brightly while clutching the tube that contained your certificate.

Yuji had graduated alongside you so Choso was there as well. He had taken the picture while Yuji had been busy taking a picture with a girl from his class. Choso and Yuji had gifted you a small bouquet as a gift, as did your parents, which were tucked in your elbows. You hadn’t known they were gifting you anything so you later bought some stationary and a small cake as thanks.

You hadn’t realized you were crying until one of the teardrops landed on the picture, slightly warping the picture underneath the glass. Staring at it blankly until the tears blurred your vision and then, you just let it all out.

All of the pain of the last day hit like a truck. You wept, wept until your breathing became labored. You leaned forward and clutched the frame to your chest, crying so hard your chest began to ache. You thought of your friends, your parents and mourned the loss of your normal life. Where did you go from here? You didn’t even know what a jujutsu sorcerer is or why you’d been roped into all this. Why were you at a high school? Who is Masamichi Yaga and why did he bring you here? What was your father hiding?

You heard a yell from outside your room. You were slightly relieved that there were other people in the dorms and all of this wasn’t some giant facade. There were actually other students here. You couldn’t make out the word that was said but soon, you heard a murmur of other voices. You stood, walking towards the entrance to your room. As you grew closer, the words started to form and your heard a male voice a reprimanding “be more positive” and a “what a pain” in response.

Opening the door and looking out, you were greeted by the backsides of three males and when they turned to look at you, you almost broke down again seeing Yuji staring right at you alongside two others you didn’t recognize.

“Yuji.” You breathed out, almost a whisper, not believing he was here. Everything slowed as you ran to him. Wrapping your arms around him, you were surrounded by his scent, his warmth and his voice as he asked a question.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?”

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I wanted readers who are following along to know that I post updates on when chapters will be coming out and other story related things on my Twitter (X). This week, there will also be a poll related to a plot point in the next few chapters so if you’d like to influence the writing, definitely cast a vote. The poll will be out right after this is published and will be pinned at the top of my Twitter page! You can find me by the same username, @lemonbooties!

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whenthesnowfelloverwinterfell · 8 months ago

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just me complaining

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I know no one really uses Quotev anymore, however, I've been on that cite since like 2013. I wrote my first fanfic on it, I made my first character on it, I roleplayed with people on it. And Quotev is making it impossible to roleplay now, which is what nearly everyone on there was actually doing. It used to be you could search for groups and join them and roleplay with people. They got rid of the search function for groups for Quotev, and you then had to ask people if they knew about groups, and if they could link it to you. There were entire groups that were made JUST so you could find people to roleplay with. Those got deleted.

My friend @foreverdolly and I met on that website by roleplaying. We've been roleplaying and have been friends since december of 2020. And I am forever grateful for the opprotunity to have her as my friend. But our first roleplay was deleted by admin over a year ago. There was nothing innappropriate on it. There was no warning or anything. I went to go reread while at the DMV and it was just gone. That was hours and hours of work that was gone and that we never had the option to save.

When I asked dolly if she had potentially deleted it ( i had seriously doubted it, but the group had belonged to her and I wanted to be sure ) She told me she hadn't and she went onto the site and noticed how some of her journal entries on the site had also been deleted, including character forms.

Since then, dolly and I have been roleplaying in shared google docs because we don't trust Quotev to not delete our things.

They're now completely getting rid of groups and direct messaging come the first of July. They just got rid of the 'chat' feature where you could chat with your mutuals that were currently online, as well as the 'recent activity' page, which used to be my deafault home screen on the site, where I could see what other people were sharing or creating. I'm worried they'll also get rid of the journals feature, where ALL of my characters are ( even characters inspired by my fanfics ) so I'm currently in the very long process of transferring all of my characters and active roleplays with another friend of mine to google docs in order to save everything.

It's really dissappointing because as they've made these changes over the years, they've been destroying their own cite, and pushing their userbase off. I don't use the cite for anything else except for character forms or roleplaying. I used to use the cite everyday in middle and high school, where I would be in science or social studies and all I could think about was how I was going to reply to my walking dead roleplay. It was large portion of my childhood, and so much of the work I have put into being creative with others will be deleted without any input from me and others like me.

Part of the allure of roleplaying for me, was the ability to be creative. Making characters, and forms, and making the forms look aesthetically pleasing, and then creating a storyline with ANOTHER person and building bonds with that person.

Idk, whatever the internet equivalent is of your childhood home being gutted and remodeled by millenial house flippers is what I am currently feeling.

#quotev #quotev death #quotev update #quotev fall

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llsilvertail · 1 year ago

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Okay. So. Story time.

Imagine you're a girl (who will eventually be not-a-girl-but-it's-good-enough and queer) in middle school. You've been reading fanfiction for a year or so now1 and, with all the audacity only a thirteen year old can have, you consider yourself fairly well versed in the intricacies of those websites.

Recently, however, you've been getting disillusioned with the selection of fics available to you: you can guess almost every single plot beat ahead of time, it's hard to find exactly what you're looking for, and, quite honestly, you're bored of it. You still read it of course, something is better than nothing after all, but you can feel yourself yearning for something different.

And then, by some miracle (in the form of someone you rarely talk to and the girls locker room), you learn of AO3 and this? this right here? it feels like your holy grail. There are so many stories! It's so easy to filter things!2. And all that boredom you felt? Well, it's gone.

Now. Let me tell you something about AO3. Most of the ways to filter only provide a set number of tags to choose from3 or specific options that are available there4. The only thing that's different is the language filter which provides you with a drop down menu with all the languages you can choose from5 sorted in alphabetical order. This is all to say, you're already paying attention to this because it's different from the rest of the filter system and, just by virtue of the way it's set up, the options are slightly smaller so it's much more likely that you'll misclick and choose the wrong language.

Let's skip forward a couple months, to the point where you've gained the muscle memory of how far to scroll and where to click to choose English, but not quite enough for scrolling too far and missing it to be uncommon. At that time, the two languages right below "English" were "Español" and "Esperanto"6. Being a curious youngster (ie. you had to know everything already or else you were a failure), you knew what Spanish was, but not Esperanto. You knew it sounded familiar and that it was something European but not from the north or east7.

So you go ahead and look it up. At this point, you have absolutely no idea about conlangs beyond whatever Tolkien did and that making up a language sounds neat. And learning that Esperanto was created specifically to be a "neutral"8 language is music to your "if we could only just talk to each other things would be fine" ears.

Anyway, story time over lmao. While that's about as far as my first foray into conlanging as a medium (for lack of a better word ig?) went, I remain vaguely interested and, eventually, I learned way more about it. So here I am. Writing this even though there's prob other things I should be doing lmao.

1 Mostly on FFN, Quotev, and Wattpad

2 Btw thank your local tag wranglers today! They deserve the positive reinforcement

3 And a search box for ones without a high enough fic count to show up there

4 As in check boxes vs "select only one", but I'm sure there's a better way to explain it

5 I'm not sure what their actual criteria for what languages are included is lmao

6 Right now there's another, additional language but it's (somewhat) new to the drop down menu and wasn't there at the time all that was happening

7 Most likely I subconsciously noticed it looked like a romance language (before I actually knew what a romance language was lmao) and my brain played tricks on me lol

8 Yeah. We all know. But shh. I was a baby then. I learned real quick after doing more digging later on

Im really curious how people know about Esperanto. Since its a relatively recent language (from the 1880s), its obviously not going to be as widely spoken in the world as other languages (altho apparently it is the most widely spoken constructed language). I assume most people are introduced to it later in some way?

If u know what Esperanto is, feel free 2 reblog this and say how you learned about it in the tags.

#well this was much longer than I expected #oh well lol #hope it was a good read if you got that far?#my thoughts #queued

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pxrtalchopped · 2 years ago

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So Shell Feed

three: ✧ the lair

summary: you dropped the pizza. and these dudes weren’t lying?!

parts: One || Two || Three (you’re here!) || Four

WHOOPS I’m so terribly sorry I’m doggie doo-doo at posting on tumblr. I have an easier time publishing on AO3, Wattpad and Quotev because I’m more used to those platforms omfg HI GUYS WELCOME BACK TO THE STORY!

April looked back at her phone, rereading the conversation she just had with Donnie.

She sighed as she locked her phone, turning towards you with a crooked grin.

"Well, they're okay with you stoppin' by for a repair! We just gotta get some pizza first and then we'll be on our way to the... well... their home!"

Her voice was wavery, similar to a tone you'd use to convince someone of a lie.

You couldn't say you were excited to meet these guys. They were funny and charming, but they were a little bit cooky. And although you lived in new york, you knew life was not as exciting as these five made it look.

"Oh, goody, I'm starving!" You responded back with the same unconvincing tone. "Uh... just - clarifying, I'm not buying, right?"

"Oh no, I can pay!" she laughed. "I work at Albeartos, we can head there! I get a 50-cent discount! Yayyy..."

Sheesh. Poor April. But, she did choose to work at Albeartos, so you couldn't feel too bad.

You ended up ordering two pepperoni pizzas since it was a general favorite for all of them, including you. And although you sounded a little sarcastic earlier, you weren't lying: you were absolutely starving.

You hadn't had a single bite since lunch! You even forgot to bring a snack for after school! You were just hoping you could sneak a slice right as you walked through the doors of the apartment before your stomach made it known just how hungry you were.

"Are we getting close?" April was in front of you, pizzas in hand, and muttering to herself quietly with tense shoulders. The only reason you asked out of the blue (apart from nearing the 'starving to death' stage) was because she had quite literally led you two down an alley, and your red flags were blaring.

"HUH?!" She snapped out of her nervous daze and turned to you quickly. "Oh! Uh... yeah! Yeah, we're super duper close! Actually, um... we're here!"

You looked at her with a forlorn expression. You felt betrayed - not because you thought there was an ambush about to pounce on you or anything, but because you figured out another pathetically embarrassing excuse for her behavior.

This all must have been some stupid prank on you. Leading you to the middle of nowhere like you're about to hang out with a group of friends who'd taken you in so suddenly.

Of course, they wouldn't have welcomed you with open arms! This friend group must've been built for years and you just pop into their group chat and shake things up?

You're such a buffoon! They're probably huddled against the windows of the buildings beside you, recording you with bellowing laughter.

Your face reddened in humiliation. "Seriously...? You went all this way for some stupid joke?" Your voice broke a bit, which caused you even further grief. Now she knew you were actually hurt by the joke. How pathetic.

But she looked shocked, then confused, and then came her grin again. Wavery, but not pitiful or mockingly.

"What? No, there's no joke sweetie, I'm being serious! It's just that... well... the entrance is a bit unconventional."

Her voice trailed down, as well as her gaze, leaving you to follow. She stepped back from her spot, revealing a manhole.

Living... under... New York.....

They couldn't have been... serious, right?

"No way," you whispered.

April gave you an unsure laugh. Now it was her turn to be embarrassed, though it was only because of your response terrifying her.

She could literally see the chances of you being her future friend plummeting to the ground.

"Um... you're fine with ladders, right? It's a bit of a climb down."

Okay, so here you were. Climbing down a long ass ladder while simultaneously balancing one of the two pizza boxes on your head.

You could already feel soreness creeping into your neck, so you spent the time down coming up with choice words to say to these lunatics living in the sewers of New York.

'Why in the WORLD are you living down here!? Isn't it smelly? I mean I haven't smelt anything horrible yet but I'm sure you'd have to acquaint yourself with the neighboring rats and cockroaches which is already a dealbreaker! Sure, there's no noise from the traffic outside, and you don't exactly have to pay any tenant because no one knows you're down here, and I'm sure this place has some crazy acoustics..... actually, can I move in?'

Okay, internal dialogue, maybe we should stop thinking ahead and remember you're supposed to be viciously salty right now.

'They're fixing your phone for free?? Wtf???'

....Internal-dialogue has been making a lot of good points, actually.

You took a few deep breaths as you neared the bottom of the ladder, and as your feet finally touched the ground you immediately took the time to crack your back and neck, and stretch your body.

Jesus, that was a workout.

"Alrighty! Sorry, that was a lot of work, but just stay here for a second and I'll go round up the gang," April picked up both boxes of pizza and started to head towards the entrance of the lair before sharply stopping and turning back to you from the heels of her feet.

"Um," her voice raised, and she gave you a squint.

"Even though I've been told you're already aware of the... 'situation', try to keep an open mind and uh... don't freak out, 'kay? They're good people, trust me. The best people you'll ever meet."

'Even though they aren't exactly... people...' mumbled April's mind. And then she left.

The only noise that filled your ears was quiet. Quiet except for the slight ringing of your tinnitus, or maybe the occasional drips of water puddling onto the floor. You could hear a muffled hum of music coming from a room far from you.

This place seemed a lot more lit up than you figured the sewers would look. You couldn't see much from where you were, as the ladder ended with a tunnel leading out to the rooms April ventured off to, but if you peered through enough it seemed a lot more... spacey than you would have imagined.

You thought about the movie 'Meet the Robinsons,' particularly the scene where the blonde kid was told to stay put in a strange area he knew nothing about - and completely ignored the command.

Should you do the same? How much trouble would you be in for just taking an innocent peek at the place?

You hadn't realized you were thinking about this while you were already moving out of the hallway, and a soft gasp escaped your lips when you neared the entrance to what looked to be a living room.

You looked to your left and saw a projector, a recliner, and a large screen laying flat against the wall. Next to that was a shelf littered with trinkets, and in the middle of the room was a bunch of bean bags, lounge chairs, and a coffee table littered with empty cans and boxes of aging Chinese food.

Yuck. You went through the doorway on the right and it took you to the kitchen, where you found opened cabinets, some more drinks left unfinished, and the pizzas you and April brought in, not yet opened.

You quickly hurried to grab a slice, first looking around for a napkin or paper plate to use, which you successfully found without rummaging through the shelves.

You didn't want to overstep too many boundaries, after all.

Taking a bite of the pizza, you hummed delightfully in relief. And the pizza was soooo good, too! There's nothing better than eating delicious food, especially when you're starving and you're ready to just take what you can get.

"What?! She was just here?! I don't... where did she go? I TOLD her to stay right where she was!"

"Ring ding ding, add a point to the 'Donnie was correct' board, that's tally mark number 24 to 15, boys: one more and you all have my chores for a week!"

Oh. You heard April's panicking voice as well as another... fake-sounding, nerdier voice faintly coming from where you just left.

Not wanting to get in trouble, it was probably best for you to return to the hallway from before.

.....Buuuut, maybe bringing the pizza would do some good with your apology. You grabbed a box and headed out of the kitchen.

As the voices got closer, as well as the entrance to the hallway, you peeked around the corner cautiously only to be met with the backs of four tall monsters and April, who seemed to be extremely calm for the insanely startling appearances of her company.

You meant to start off with a greeting, as no one was able to notice your quiet appearance yet, but you choked on the pizza in your mouth, and in your hand...

....Well, you dropped the box, accidentally letting the remaining slices jump out and fall around the floor.

But a greeting nonetheless, right? Everyone turned toward you with a shocking jolt, and from there you could make out faces that were just as inhuman as their backsides.

The four green humanoids all wore bandanas and matching color schemes.

The tallest of the group was sharp, more angled, and brooding.

A snaggletooth peeked through his pointed, and smaller, snout - and he wore a red bandana covering half of his entire face.

To the left of him was a purple-clad creature, adorning a mask similar to the red ones except for this time he had what looked to be... drawn on eyebrows?

Disproportionate goggles rested atop his head and a bulky backpack or... shell, hung from his shoulders and down his back. His magic staff was pointed cautiously towards you.

Then there was the smallest of the four, almost reaching April's height and wearing stickers and graffiti on his (what you wanted to call) costume.

He was waving at you with three fingers and a bright, tooth-gapped grin on his face. He wore tangerine hues on a thinner bandana along his eyes.

It reminded you of those vigilante superheroes.

The last creature had a bit of sass and character to him. There was a way about his stance that alluded to nothing but confidence and charisma, his hip jutting out to rest his hand against and in the other, a sword that he lazily draped over his shoulder.

He wore blue, with a bandana pointing upward and eyes that squinted at you mischievously.

"Well, someone's a whole lot cuter than I expected. And let me tell you guys, I definitely expected her to be cute."

"Leo."

"Whaaat? The silence was killing me. Someone had to say something!"

You wanted to scream but your throat hurt from almost dying on chewed pizza. So instead, you stayed put, completely frozen in fear.

"Guys, I think she's scared of us?" The smallest creature spoke gently, noticing your frightened nature and giving you a look of worry.

His statement made the eyes of the tallest's soften, and he slowly walked up to you.

"Uhh... You're MC aren't ya? I thought you knew by now, we told you...?" He stopped talking, voice trailing off in confusion.

They told you what? That they lived in the sewers? Yes, that's fine, something that isn't entirely crazy you supposed. They definitely did not tell you that they were sea monsters!

....Monsters.... mutations....

"....You're.... turtles....!" Your revelation caused a gasp to leave your lips, and your eyes widened comically. "You were being serious! I didn't... of course, I didn't think that - it's really true!"

"Actually these are costumes we expertly crafted for the nearest science convention. I rested in a bath of green sharpie water for several hours to give my skin this natural swampy luster," the purple commented sarcastically.

April walked up to you with her hands in her pockets, nervously grinning. "Welllllll... I did say to keep an open mind. Uh.... Surprise?"

You couldn't say you were scared anymore now that you realized you weren't in any real harm.

They were being honest with you from the very beginning, and the only thing that made sense to you right now was that nothing made sense to you, at all. And it was supposed to be that way!

You had so many questions. So many things to say all at once that it honestly made your brain hurt. No wonder they were suspicious of you, they were in the sewers because they were hiding! There wasn't a single human in sight except for April!

"MC, I'm so glad to finally meet you! It felt like ages waiting to see what you looked like!" The youngest one marched up to you with arms spread out in a hug, completely forgetting to ask if you were comfortable with him even touching you.

"It's me! Mikey! I'm the one that added you to the group chat!" He grinned, squeezing you excitedly.

You could hear April from behind him quietly shout, "Hey, Mikes, give them some space!" but the youngest turtle decidedly ignored it.

"....You know what, I totally forgot that we didn't introduce ourselves," mumbled the blue one, nudging red with a bashful blush.

It gave Red the courage to step up to you only slightly (he knew his size must be intimidating, especially with first appearances), and held out his arm, gesturing to everyone in the room. "I'm Raphael, or Raph for short. I'm 'like_a_boss' in the group chat. I wasn't sure if you could tell or not, haha."

Suddenly his mannerisms became very shy when he realized his name wasn't his user, and a pink hue grew under his mask.

"This here's Donatello, or Donnie for short, he's... um." The red continued introducing everyone else, but he seemed evidently embarrassed to say the word 'booty' to you, so he took a detour.

"He's the mean one in the group chat."

Donnie's arms crossed and he rolled his eyes, "I have every reason to be protective over my inventions, thank you. It's nothing personal, except for the fact that it ENTIRELY IS..."

At the end of his sentence, he glared a sharp, accusatory look at you.

You gave him a guilty frown. Mikey nuzzled his head along your cheek.

"No need to introduce me, I'm the best at my own introduction, mkay?"

The last to be introduced swatted an arm past Raphael, sauntering his way over to you in catlike strides that shuddered with only a hint of underlying nervousness.

He turned his body to you from the side, giving you an angled look, packaged neatly with a dazzling, half-lidded smirk.

"The name's Leonardo, but you can call me Leo." It took absolutely everything in his power not to say 'you can call me anytime,' but again, for your honor, he held himself back.

He knew this must've been overwhelming for you, and he was right guessing so.

"Um... Okay, you guys already know me as MC..." You shuffled awkwardly, nervousness slipping from your chapped lips.

"But, um, you can call me ____."

"Okay, ____, I hope that wasn't the only box of pizza you brought, because although the three of them are totally game for eating floor pizza, I am very much not."

"Don't expose us so early on, Donnie!!!"

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eddies-munson · 3 years ago

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title: rough fandom: stranger things pairing: eddie munson/oc warning(s): swearing, referenced drug use

READ ON: wattpad / ao3 / quotev / ff.net OR UNDER THE CUT

CHAPTER TWO X

10:22 am. Walking up to Ms. O'Donnell's desk, Cynthia knelt down and asked quietly, "do you have anything for me this week?"

The teacher peered over the report she was reading over as the rest of the students spoke amongst themselves. Sighing, she set down the report and wrote on a post-it note before handing it over to the girl on the other side of the desk. "I haven't spoke to him yet, but he needs it. Library, right after school."

Getting back up to her feet, Cynthia unfolded the note and her eyes widened when she read the name.

Eddie Munson.

"Are you serious?" She asked, before turning to look at Eddie who was surprisingly in his spot at the back corner of the classroom, headphones on and drumming his fingers on the desk in front of him.

"Go sit back down, Cynthia."

Taking a deep breath before turning around, she made her way to the very middle of the room where her assigned seat was. She could say no and leave Eddie hanging; not like he'd care very much, this was his third time taking this class. On the other hand, she'd feel kind of fucked up if she didn't even try to help him, it sucks having to repeat a grade but even more so what should be your last year in high school.

"You look like you just got fired, what happened?" Her friend Robin, nudged Cynthia from the seat on her right.

She passed the note to the blonde girl and let her read the name for herself.

"Holy shit. Good luck with that." Robin laughed and slipped the post-it into Cynthia's jacket pocket.

The bell rang not too long after and the girls each gathered their things before they had to separate for the rest of the day. "I'll see you tonight."

"You're working tonight? I thought you only did weekends."

"I could use the money." She shrugged, picking up her books and walking up the aisle.

Robin started talking about a bunch of kids that came in the previous night and ransacked the horror section as Cynthia walked by Ms. O'Donnell who had Eddie stopped in front of her desk, likely running down the tutor situation.

✰ ✰ ✰

3:42 pm. Cynthia felt like she was staring through the clock and into the chipping cement paint as she waited for Eddie. She knew this was a waste of time. "Just wait until four." She muttered to herself, turning her attention to the book in her lap.

Another few minutes of annoying near-silence was interrupted by loud laughter and the door opening, "I'll see you boys tomorrow."

There he was, thirty-five minutes late, Eddie Munson. Sunglasses pulled over his eyes, sweater in hand so he was just in his Black Sabbath t-shirt and his signature jean vest. "I'm so late, I'm sorry. Cynthia , right?"

"Yeah," she replied as he crossed the room, the smell of weed wafting off of him as he pulled the chair out and sat down, laying his sweater and notebook down on the table. "Ms. O'Donnell is letting you retake that midterm from a few weeks ago you failed."

"Yeah, I got a thirty percent." Eddie took two pencils, a pen and a lighter out of his pocket.

Cynthia laughed, "How?

"I'm really bad at World History."

"Clearly. This is your third time taking it."

"I don't store all that shit up here." He replied while tapping his forehead with the pen.

"Fair. Listen, we don't have too much time today, so we can do this tomorrow or Wednesday."

"The library's open until six." Eddie informed.

"I have work at four thirty. I was hoping we could get more done but--"

"My bad, Jeff needed a ride home and I'm--"

Cynthia cut him off, her volume dropping "I know exactly what you were doing, I literally buy weed from you."

Eddie snapped his fingers, "That's why I know your face. Tomorrow won't work, I have a gig at The Hideout."

She sighed, "We have to work something out, your re-test is next week Thursday." Looking at her planner, the weekends in the mornings and afternoons were fully clear and all next week was the same. "How does after school Wednesday and Friday, then we can meet up Saturday or Sunday, early."

"I have Hellfire on Friday, everything else sounds good."

"Your place or mine?"

✰ ✰ ✰

The doorbell rung, startling Cynthia awake. "What the fuck?" Crawling over to the window, she peeled the curtain open and squinted at the driveway. There was a brown and white van parked outside, Munson. "Fuck."

Nearly tripping once she crawled her way to the edge of the bed, she stood up straight and grabbed a pair of sweatpants off of the floor and put them on as she exited the room. Impatient knocked sounded as she made her way down the hall, "hold on!"

Swinging the door open, Eddie stood there, wearing a denim jacket and a Motorhead shirt, "Damn, I've been waiting out here for so long I thought you were a church girl or something." When she responded with only a confused look on her face, he spoke again, "It's eleven thirty. Did I wake you up or something?"

"Yeah," Cynthia looked at the clock to her left. 11:25am. "My bad, I lost track of time last night."

A gasp and a hand on his chest, "And we thought I was the slacker here, Moose."

Laughing, she opened the door wider, "Get in here." She let him pass before giving him a playful nudge to the shoulder, "and you are the slacker here, Munson."

They hung out for over an hour, going over notes and the textbook, spread out on the floor of the living room. Eddie stretched and let out a loud crack from his back, "Do you wanna take a break? Order a pizza and.." he trailed off, motioning himself smoking a joint as he did.

Laughing, Cynthia rolled her eyes, "Sure, I could eat. Domino's?"

"Yeah, I'm gonna run to my van real quick." He got up from his spot and stretched some more. The girl held her hand out and he took it, helping her stand up.

"Great, I'll order that and when you come in, can you pick a movie?"

Eddie nodded and they went their separate ways, he went out the door and into the cool, November air. Unlocking his van, he climbed in the sliding door and retrieved his black box. He needed to grab his weed but also needed a moment to think.

He liked Cynthia. Not like that, at least he thinks it's not like that. She was pretty cute but he always thought she was kind of preppy for what he feels like his type is. The more he sat in the door of his van the more he realized that he never really hung out with this girl or even talked outside of small talk when he'd deal to her.

"Shit," he breathed out as he stood up and slid the door shut, playing with the rings on his left hand as he walked back up to the house.Walking in, he slipped his shoes off and set the box down on the coffee table, before muttering to himself again, "movies, movies, movies. Where-- there they are."

He knelt down in front of a box that had a couple of movies laying on the top, Evil Dead and Carrie. Opening the box he was met with an even bigger collection of movies, mostly horror. "This your collection?"

"Yeah!" She yelled from another room down the hall.

She had taste. Shrugging to himself, Eddie covered his eyes with his hand and used the other hand to dig in the box and pick at random, he had trust that something good would come out of it.

Cynthia came out of her room, in a new outfit and asked, "What'd you pick?"

"Uhh," He uncovered his eyes and looked at the case, "Sleepaway Camp."

#ocapp #allaboutocs #strangerthingsocs #cynthia moose #fd: stranger things #eddie munson x oc #fic: rough #chapter update #i'll b honest! dont know if ive written a chapter this fast or have been this excited to post #*

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whaleofatjme1920 · 4 years ago

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Seeing Him Smile and Kiss Someone Else (Hoodie X F!Reader)

[Hoodie/Brian Thomas X F!Reader]

[Warnings: none]

[AN: Howdy! I cross post these on quotev under ‘Elsie I Guess’ and on AO3 under ‘Whaletales1920′ under the title ‘The Places You Shouldn’t Be’. Just thought I’d start uploading them here too.]

Part 2

Proxies aren’t supposed to do a lot of things: speak back to their master, challenge hierarchical roles, have relationships with each other of that caliber, and never, never ever absolutely never have romantic relationships with humans.

Why? It’s a losing game. Everyone knows that. Should proxies seek any kind of attachment, platonic, romantic, even sexual, their best bet is to stay within their own kind: other proxies. It’s the polite thing to do. It’s the right thing to do.

When you first came in, you bonded almost immediately to your group of four other individuals. There’s Masky, your group leader. He’s really sweet when he wants to be and seems to care the most about you - it’s probably because you’re new. Toby is akin to the middle child. He’s always buzzing around you a lot like a bumblebee. While he has his jerk moments, he’s got an eye out for you. So too does Kate, once the group’s newbie/runt. She’s the one you replaced. She’s relatively quiet and sticks to herself, but she’s never a stranger to helping you out and immersing you in the culture and world you’ve found yourself entangled in.

And then there’s Masky’s right hand, a proxy named Hoodie, but you know him as Brian. Out of all your group members, Brian was the hardest to warm up to. He hardly acknowledged you when you were first placed in his group and was amongst the hardest in the hazing process (you’re still technically going through). But, after some time and getting to know each other, the two of you became the closest of friends, even going so far as to rival Masky’s friendship with him. It’s safe to say you got a bit of a crush on him, in simplest terms.

Three times. Three times you felt you liked him.

The first time was when you were about to head out of your safe house on a grocery run. Proxies don’t have any leads, so cards are absolutely off the table. You walked out of the safe house, yawning slightly, and barely made it down the driveway when Brian had popped back out of the house.

“Reader,” he called out, slowly moving to lean in the doorway of the empty house the five of you were squatting in.

“Yeah?” You asked sleepily.

“Forgetting something?” He holds up his hand - it’s the wallet.

You feel heat rush to your cheeks as you speed walked back to the front door to retrieve it. “Guess I’m still kinda tired,” you admittedly awkwardly with a small chuckle.

Brian shrugged slightly and threw you a smirk as he met you halfway, “Think I’ll accompany you this morning,” he said with a wink.

The two of you began to walk as you mentally mulled over the man walking beside you - his hands in his pockets. You’d never really thought of him like that before, but the way he smiled and that wink… It planted a seed. You weren’t quite sure you were going to acknowledge it or if it was just a fluke, but the thought stayed, and then it remained.

As the two of you traversed the grocery store for various things your comrades had asked for, you and Brian traded conversation about everything that popped into mind.

“Oh, like you knew any better in high school,” you wheezed before tossing in a box of brownies. You’d just been discussing how terrible and how gods awful high school relationships can be and how at one low point, you got into one. Brian had said he knew better than to mess around in high school, but you had retorted that ‘we’re all young and dumb once.’

Brian raised a brow at the box but allowed it anyway. “I most certainly did and I knew how things were gonna play out before they even happened.”

“On what basis? It’s not like you have future vision,” You snorted. You watched as he pushed the cart forward as you plucked items you needed from the shelves.

He shot you a look. “I’m a guy, it’s practically flowing through our veins,,” he said as his eyes raked over the list. “I’d most likely be the reason those things are happening to begin with and knowing that is like it’s own future vision..” He flashed his smile at you. “Come to think of it, I don’t think I ever grew out of the dumb part,” he chuckled.

Your heart skipped.

The second time you thought you liked him was when you were in the car with him, heading back to your safe house (in an entirely different part of the country). The two of you were more than exhausted after clearing a house whose occupants the Operator wanted dead for one reason or another and Brian decided to steal a car. So, there you sat in the passenger seat.

“Something on your mind?” He hummed, arm resting on the console. His hazel colored eyes flicked over to you with interest.

You shrugged, “just thinking.”

“Dangerous for people like us,” Brian chuckled. “Care to get specific?”

You sighed slightly and turned your eyes to the passing street lights overhead as the car pulled onto the late night expressway. “Thinking about all the things I’ll miss,” you admit.

Brian nodded from the corner of your eye. “I think about that stuff too,” he said, a small frown pulling onto his face. “You were finishing up college?”

“Yeah,” you said. “I mean, I guess I’m getting out of the college loan debt but… Y’know,” you trailed off slightly, your posture changing slightly. “Maybe I would’ve been normal. Get a cool job, live a non murderous life, have a family and a loving partner. I don’t know, like, whatever the American dream says we should have. Anything but this.”

Brian laughed slightly, “sorry. It’s not - it’s not you,” he explained. “It’s just awfully similar to what I wanted.”

You turned your attention from the passing lights over to Brian. “White picket fence is your thing?”

“More or less,” he hummed. “Wanted to live the rest of my life like a normal person.

Certainly died like one, more or less,” he finished.

You mentally hummed, already knowing what he was referring to. Died and got resurrected. “Don’t think falling from a floor up counts as normal.”

“Hey, it worked out for…. Something nice,” he quickly chirped. “Fell and met an angel.”

He briefly turned his head to look at you and flashed a grin.

“Oh that’s so bad.”

“You love it.”

You really do.

The third time was when the two of you were on the rooftop of some house you’d been spending a lot of time at. It was kind of nice to be able to settle down in one place for more than a month - it’d been going on close to a year. It was your roof, the one you shared with Brian. Late in the night, when the crickets sang and the stars danced, the two of you snuck up against Masky’s best wishes to talk about the world and life before.

When summer was giving way to autumn and sending cool breezes throughout the night, you and Brian had been up there once again.

“You think EJ will be around?” You asked, looking up at the stars you barely knew the names to. “BEN did say he was in the area.”

“Gonna say yes,” Brian hummed back, momentarily pausing to point out Altair. “He’s always had a soft spot for our group,” he noted. “Why? You looking forward to seeing him?” He chuckled, hand reaching out to ruffle your hair.

You laugh as quietly as you can and shake your head, “we’ve hardly ever spoken!” You giggled. “I just think he’s cool.”

Brian snorted in response and nodded, “yeah, I think so too. Though, where’d you get the opportunity to talk with BEN?”

“There’s a little computer cafe in town,” you said, eyes flicking towards the direction of said cafe. “I’ve been spending a lot of time there. Mostly to use the internet,” you admitted, a slight heat coming to your cheeks. Proxies really aren’t supposed to use the internet. “Toby also sometimes tags along.”

“So that’s where he’s been getting those weird references from,” Brian said with a tone of understanding. “Next time you go, let me know. I’d love to see what you children are up to online,” he teased.

You laughed again and nodded, “sure thing.”

The two of you continued to talk before a particularly hard gust of wind came in. On instinct, you shivered - though you weren’t really cold.

Upon seeing you shiver, Brian took no hesitation in taking off his hoodie, much to your chagrin.

“Oh, you don’t have to-” you began as you attempted to push it towards him.

“I insist,” he had said, already popping the thing over you.

You relented and allowed the giant hoodie to envelop your form like a warm hug. It smelled just like him - something woodsy, smoke, and the faintest of graphite. When you looked back at Brian, he was staring up at the stars, a small smile on his face. His eyes did not leave the inky blueish-black, not even when your hand came within millimeters of holding his.

All it took was three times. Three times to know you liked him, and once to know you’d lost him.

As stated before, it is absolutely a losing game to get involved with humans. Humans are frail and prone to panic. They can’t understand the world the way you do, nor are they suited for life the way you are in their current form. In your society, humans are the lowest of the low, akin to cattle - albeit, sentient cattle. Only when they are lifted from their human status are they finally given the time of day.

He never would have known about her if you never brought up that computer cafe. Truly, it was a mistake on your part. You didn’t mean to, but it had happened anyway.

“Cute place, right?” You smiled, eyes traveling up and down the rows of tables.

“The cutest,” Brian agreed with a small chuckle. “Do we go up to a counter and order or..?” He trailed off slightly as he inspected the place and took in all the minor details.

“Just take a seat, a waiter will be around shortly,” you said, immediately pulling him to your preferred spot by the windows and tucked away into the corner.

Brian followed your lead and took a seat next to you where he immediately powered on the computer. “It’s kinda weird that they let us have food this close to the electronics, no?”

“Oh no, it’s super weird,” you nodded as you began flicking open tabs to get to the things you wanted - maybe say hi to BEN. “But, it works. So like, c’est la vie?” You giggled, fingers moving quickly across the keyboard.

A few moments later, a waitress stopped by. You had already managed to pull up a chat with BEN and were so engrossed in catching up with him that you failed to notice her. You hadn’t even recognized she was there until you heard her giggling at something Brian had said.

“Never thought I’d be that star struck,” Brian had finished the small anecdote with eyes that practically sparkled.

Her smile only widened. “You? The star struck kind?” She teased lightly. “Have to see it to believe it.”

Brian looked up at her, his lips now pulled up into a smile. “You’re looking at it right now.”

It pulled you so hard out of your conversation with BEN that you’d accidentally sent him a half-baked thought. “Wait what?”

Your sound of confusion had snapped the two back into reality. “Oh! I’m sorry, sugar,” the waitress apologized with a slight blush rising to her cheeks. “Was there something I could get you?”

You blinked a few times, your eyes darting between the two before finally managing to stammer out your drink and pastry of choice. You watched as Brian’s eyes followed her out and when she came back in.

Long after the two of you had finished, the two of you decided to head back.

“That was fun,” you said.

“It was,” Brian replied, thoughts drifting elsewhere.

Ever since that moment, he’d been going to the café with and without you. Sometimes you’d find yourself heading there only to see him entranced in conversation with the waitress, and when that happened, you turned right back around. At first it was to give them space, and then it was to give yourself space.

You wished you could allow yourself to weather through this one with grace and that it didn’t bother you, that it didn’t get on your nerves, but it did. Slowly but surely, it had chipped away at some odd part of you that you didn’t even know existed prior to.

Masky was the first to bring it up.

“Reader,” he began. “Can you wrangle Hood from that café? Operator wants us to do something - I just need him,” he said, barely looking up from his newspaper.

“I can go if you want,” you suggested before poking your head back out from the refrigerator.

“Hm?” That got Masky’s attention. “Are you sure?” He raised his eyebrow, giving you an inquisitorial look.

“It’s no big deal,” you said with a small smile as you plucked your drink out from the fridge. “Besides, I think Hoodie’s busy.” You had to fight the unpleasant feeling that bubbled up in your chest after you said that.

“Oh,” Masky gave a hum of recognition. “Toby did mention he was getting a little close to someone there,” he said in passing.

You shot Masky a look.

He shot one back.

Internally, you both know that’s not the best thing - but Masky’s not going to stop his best friend. And you know you won’t either.

Kate mentioned it next, though she seemed to be telling you that you’d get over it. It came relatively out of the blue. See, the two of you were standing in the living room of a house painted in blood just chatting, waiting for the Operator to give you direction on what he wanted for the man he wanted alive when Kate got weirdly serious. She sat down on the sofa and invited you to sit down next to her.

“You can’t keep avoiding him like that,” she hummed, her shoe digging into the man’s chest as he wriggled beneath her step. “I know it’s awkward, but he’s your comrade first.”

You rolled your eyes and lightly pushed at her. “Come on, it’s not that serious,” you said, attempting to play off your feelings that were so gods damn obvious throughout the time you’ve been spending in this area.

“Are you kidding me?” Kate chuckled. “Look,” her hand is on your shoulder as she digs her heel into the man’s chest, cracking his ribs slightly. “It’s uncomfortable. I get that. It’s why we don’t… Do that kind of thing.” She rubbed her thumb in little circles on your shoulder as she grounded you. “It’s probably for the best, even though you can’t see it right now.”

You sighed and gave her a look of slight pain. “You’re probably right.”

“I know I’m right.”

It’s not that Toby is bad at reading a room, but it’s that he’s really bad at reading a room. When the two of you went to the computer café for your outing, he was excited to see the girl Brian was ‘seeing,’ as he somehow managed to miss her from every other precious visit. It was so obvious that they had been - her perfume was practically embedded into his skin now - and his smile was brighter than the sun after seeing her.

And here you were, not even wanting to know her name.

It’s Fiona.

“Toby!” She greeted as she bounded up to your table. “Reader! What a nice surprise!” There was no malice in her tone. She was genuinely happy to see you. “What can I get you two today?”

“C-Chocolate croissant and some h-h-hot chocolate please,” Toby said. He then turned to you, and as if he read your mind, gave her your order as well. “H-How have t-things been?” He asked.

“Really good,” Fiona replied. “He’s such a sweetie, got me this necklace.”

Your eyes immediately left the screen and travelled to her neck. There it was. Beautiful necklace. Silver chain with a hunk of rose quartz at the bottom in the shape of a bullet.You remembered seeing that pendant. It hung on his mirror for such a long time. You once overheard him saying to Kate how it was your possible birthday gift.

“It’s so pretty,” you smiled, eyes not quite following.

You were damn certain if you were suffering from hanahaki you would’ve choked on flowers by now and died. The last nail in the coffin?

Now. Right now. You came back to the safe house just wanting to relax, maybe star gaze for a bit and fall asleep outside - anything and everything sounded better than just being alone in your thoughts after the Operator had some harsh words to say to you on account of your performance slipping ever so slightly from his golden standards. You fix yourself a warm mug of tea and start making yourway to the rooftop. It’s the same path you’ve always taken: head up the stairs to the upper floor, last room on the left side of the hall, go in and open the study windows there and hang out on the roof.

You make sure to take careful steps as you ascend, not wanting to spill any of your carefully made tea as you seek to unwind. With a deep breath, you start making it through the hallway, thankful no one else is here. Masky is away on business, Kate is doing something with Jeff and Toby left a few hours ago to meet with someone he deems important. Come to think of it, you haven’t had the house free in a while.

But, as you step closer and closer to the last room on the left, you hear it. Giggling, whispers, conversation that’s so innocent and intimate at the same time. You notice the study door is closed. It’s never closer. You step closer.

“You’re so sweet,” That’s Fiona’s voice. “You don’t have to get me all these things - I don’t even know where I’m gonna wear all of them.” She giggles.

“Wear a different one every time I come to see you.” That’s Brian. “Gonna be burning through those things like crazy.” You hear the sound of a kiss.

“You got a deal,” Fiona chuckled. Another kiss.

You hear the roof shingles move slightly as they move closer together. Against your better judgment, you push open the study door slightly. Must you be so nosy?

There, sitting on the roof outside the window is Fiona and Brian. She’s wearing his sweater (it’s just polyester) and giggling as he peppers her face in kisses. When she’s decided he’s covered her in enough kisses for an entire year, she presses her lips to his.

He smiles before kissing her back just as fervently.

Without a sound, you begin to head back to your room.

Perhaps tea in your room would be better.

#hoodie #marble hornets #masky #brian thomas #creepypasta #xreader #reader insert #creepypasta x reader #marble hornets x reader #ticci toby #mh #reader

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quartzwriting · 4 years ago

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Attack in The Library

Pairing: Doctor Strange X Fem!Reader

Description: Stephen sends you to Kamar Taj to get some books, but some invaders attack you. Stephen comes to the rescue, and he’s not happy.

Warnings: Fighting and violence

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: Originally posted on Quotev // School has be busy so one shots that are already on my quotev will be reposted here, all requests on hold for now sorry // Originally requested by Coppercat615 on quotev <3

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You had just finished a meditation and astral projection practice session on the Sanctum rooftop. The background noise of the frantic and angry city below sometimes helped you focus. It was just what you needed today. Feeling relaxed, accomplished, and satisfied, you went back inside to see what Stephen was up to. It was getting close to noon, and maybe you could pull him away from his studies for a little to grab lunch together.

Stephen was standing over his desk in his office, a few books open before him and his eyes darting from one to the next. He looked deep in thought and you almost did not want to bother him. The Sorcerer Supreme in his natural habitat, it was like there was naturally a 'do not disturb' sign plastered onto him. You did anyways.

"Hey Stephen, I finished my practice."

"How did it go?" He did not even look up from his books.

"Pretty good!" You walked up to the desk and rested your hands on it, trying to see what he was looking at even though it was upside down for you. "Looking for something?"

He shrugged and flipped one of the books around so you could see it the right way up. The book was old and small, the wear and tear from over the years showing through its pages. There was writings in characters you did not understand scribbled across the page, directions for a spell you assumed. He then showed you another book that had the same letters translated to English, but there were so many variations of each and it looked hard to decipher.

"I've been trying to decode this spell. This is the only instance of it in writing. The Ancient One left it behind but I cannot seem to understand it." There was a frustration in his voice and you could tell from his messy hair that he had been running his hands through it in said frustration.

"I'm sure you'll figure it out." You handed him back the books.

"Hey (Y/N), can you do me a big favor?"

Curiosity struck you, "What is it?"

"Can you head over to the Kamar Taj library and find these books for me."

Stephen handed you a list on a piece of paper. Titles and authors were listed in his slightly messy handwriting. You counted six books.

"Why can't you go get them yourself?"

"I'm busy."

He did have those books in front of him, certainly looking busy. But he could go over there himself and it would only take about ten minutes. It felt like an excuse to you.

You gave him a look, before growling under your breath, "Fine. I'll get you your books..."

Raising up your hand that had your sling ring, you started to conjure up a portal before Stephen interrupted you.

"No, take the door."

"Seriously?"

"You can't rely on magic for everything, (Y/N)."

"Well that door is magic too, you idiot. What do you want me to do? Jump on the next flight to Nepul?"

"Just stop complaining and go take the door."

You rolled your eyes and stomped off down the hallway and towards the door that connected the Sanctum to the two others and Kamar Taj. He did that all the time, scolding you for using magic for minor conveniences. Whether it be you quickly grabbing something from across the Sanctum with a portal or teleporting to the other side of the room for split second. The thing is was that he did it sometimes. When you pointed it out he just told you to shut up. Typical.

Walking through the door that lead directly to Kamar Taj, you entered the library and found just how like a library should be: calm and silent. It was nighttime in Kathmandu so the lack of people in the place did not surprise you. But when you walked past a few shelves, you saw Wong with a stack of books in his arms.

"Hey Wong." You said cheerily, coming up beside him to look on the same shelf he was organizing the books onto.

He bowed his head, "Master (L/N)."

Your mouth formed a tight line for a split second, "How many times have I told you to just call me (Y/N)?"

"Well it is out of respect," He replied, and you shrugged a little in understanding, "But on your word, (Y/N)."

You smiled and went back to looking for one of the books on the shelf. It had some weird and long title, you scanned the book spines for it.

It still felt a little weird when others would call you that, Master (L/N). It came with the feeling that you were in a high position. You kind of were, being taught personally by the Sorcerer Supreme himself. Not to mention being his girlfriend. The people around Kamar Taj and the other sanctums treated you with a lot of respect. Sometimes you did not feel like you deserved it, you still felt like you and being a master of the mystic arts did not change that.

You shook the thought away from your head as you found yourself not even reading the titles. You went back over while Wong moved to the other side of the library to keep working. Then you found it, it was a bigger book. When you took it off the shelf the weight of it dug into your hands. This made you hope the others were smaller, otherwise you would be taking a big stack of heavy books back home. That could be dangerous due to your sometimes clumsy nature.

Opening it to a random page, it was full of runes with descriptions of their spells. You feathered through more pages and they were like that, covered in artworks of detailed images of runes. Then you remembered that Stephen was working on a lot of rune magic recently so it made sense. You closed the book and tucked it against your chest as you moved to another shelf to keep on looking.

While you were reading the little list of books, there was a sudden sound. It was soft. It was very familiar. It was the sound of a slingring portal opening. You turned around, looking towards where the sound came from. From in between the shelves and the tops of books, you saw a figure and the sparks from a portal. You did not recognize the figure, but on a closer look it was a man with black and red robes. For some reason the sight of him was slightly unsettling.

What happened next confirmed your suspicions.

He walked right up behind Wong. Just as Wong turned around at the sound of heavy footsteps, the sorcerer made a fast motion with his hands that made sparks explode from his fists. The energy shot into Wong and he was soon on the floor.

You quickly ducked behind a bookshelf, tucking the book you held tightly against your chest. That came out of nowhere and you assumed it was an attack. Wong was now unconscious and no one else was around. At this hour not many sorcerers were up and about around Kamar Taj. So you guessed it was up to you to stop it.

There were two more portals opened, and the first man instructed someone to look for 'it'. The 'it' they were referring to was probably a book, what else would they raid a library for? It could be any one in this whole library, so you needed to do something before they found what they were looking for.

Sneaking in between the shelves, you tried to think of a plan of action. The adrenaline was already pumping and your heart racing. This kind of distracted you from the planning, but you managed to think of something.

You heard someone nearby tossing books off the shelves, ones that were not what they needed. You slowly made your way closer, your boots against the floorboards not making a sound. Carefully, you summoned energy to create a whip, hoping that the sound of the sparks would not give you away. You threw your magic, the rope wrapping around the sorcerer's ankle and you pulled it back. The man fell to the floor and you cracked the whip on top of him to keep him down.

Before you could land another strike, something from behind grabbed your hand as it was raised up. While turning your head to see what happened, you were struck with a very powerful punch. It send you right down to the ground, the book skidding across the floor as it was knocked from your hands. You scrambled to get rid of your dazed vision and to grab the book again. When you felt the hard cover and clutched it to you chest, three figures were standing over you.

"We're going to need that."

You looked down at the book that you were clenching to your chest, the thick volume was one of the books that Stephen wanted you to bring back. Of course it had to be the exact book you were holding. From the looks of the group, and what they had did to Wong, you knew you could not let them get their hands on this book.

Looking him right in the eyes you said a calm but stern "No." Your eyes were full of seriousness and daring, but inside you knew you were insecure. You were scared.

"We thought we did not need to hurt anyone today." The woman with a thick accent peered at you, a glint in her eyes that you did not like.

You would not stand down though.

Thinking quickly, you cast a teleportation spell and hid yourself among the maze of shelves. From across the library you heard the three separate to search for you. You were still dizzy from that punch, knowing there was going to be a mark on your face later. You teleported again, hoping to get away from them.

Big mistake.

You accidentally appeared right in the sight of one of them. He warned the others and started running towards you. You were in the middle of summoning a spell to protect yourself when from in between the bookshelves the woman slid right past you and struck you in the leg. Soon there was a sting running down your leg and something hot started to coat the leggings you wore underneath your robes. You let out a cry and collapsed onto the ground. Feeling a boot kick itself into the back of your head, you seethed with pain and blurry vision.

"Well that was easy." One of them said going to pick up the book you had dropping in the impact.

"This one is weak, convenient for our mission."

There was another kick that went through you, this time to your stomach. Then again. And again. It felt like the air from your lungs was being forced out, being unable to breathe. Your head was ringing, your leg burning, and your very existence aching.

And they were laughing while it was all happening.

"Make one more move and I'll kill you where you stand."

The deep voice came suddenly, purring the threat out to the attackers.

The hits instantly stopped. You leaned on your elbow to prop yourself up, struggling against the weakness that had over come you. Looking up at Stephen as your vision was starting to become clear again, you saw a darkness in his eyes. This said that all hell was about to break loose.

He used the word 'kill'. Stephen would not kill anyone. Whenever he fought, he did it without the intention of harming his opponent. That was probably one of the doctor qualities he kept, swearing not to hurt anyone.

But this darkness you could see in him. It was unsettling. You felt a chill go about the room. You knew it had nothing to do with temperature.

The gang looked taken aback from his sudden appearance and froze in place, he must have teleported in. The expressions that washed over their faces told you that they recognized him. They were being threatened by the Sorcerer Supreme, his cloak flaring out to make him look bigger and a death glare staring them down.

"How dare you touch her."

The attackers broke out into a run, but Stephen was right on their heels.

You tried to crawl over to a bookshelf to lean against for support, but it took a while since the pain was so strong. You started to grow dizzy again from moving, your breath heaving in your chest. With your vision all fuzzy and body refusing to cooperate, all you could do was listen.

What you heard was brutal.

There were sounds of magic, struggle, heavy breathing, grunts, cries of pain. Also you might have heard the snap of a broken bone, which made your skin crawl a little. Stephen sounded mad. Very mad. What you realized that there was less sounds of magic, but more sounds of physical fighting. You could only imagine what was happening. It scared you a little. When Stephen got angry it was usually bad, but you have never seen (heard) anything like this. The fight continued out if your sight until the sounds stopped. You did not know if your attackers had escaped, been subdued, been knocked out...or worse...but you had no way to tell. You did not know if you wanted to ask him later either.

Stephen snapped back out of his fury-filled state, it being quickly replaced by concern and anxiety. There you were on the other side of the library, leaning on a bookcase and clutching at your leg. He noticed the trail of blood smeared on the ground from where you were pulling yourself across the ground, a deep red soaking your robes. Retaliation hit him that you were stabbed.

He rushed over to you. Kneeling down over your figure, his eyes darting everywhere in concern, he took you in his arms. "It's alright, you're okay."

"Stephen, it hurts..." You tried to say, but it came out as a quiet breath.

"I know." You were surprised he heard you. "Don't worry I'm right here."

He had to act quickly. What he needed to do was get you somewhere safe, clean your wound and stitch it up, and lay you down just encase you had a concussion. The weakness in your body and the pained look on your face made him want to let out more rage, but also hold you close until you were better.

"Okay," He took a breath and recollected himself. "I'm going to take you home. I'm going to lift you up. This is going to hurt. Deep breath for me." He reached around your body, one hand under your knees and the other supporting your back. He counted down so you could brace yourself for the jolt of pain he knew would hit you as soon as you moved. On one, Stephen lifted you up in a controlled motion, his muscles aching a little from fighting the attackers. You let out a cry as soon as the pain came and clung onto his neck and shoulders, you needed him there through it.

You desperately held on, wishing it was over the entire way. Stephen would have used a portal to get you home faster but his hands needed to carry you. He carried you through the door and you were back in New York in no time. But for you the pain made it feel like a lifetime. He brought you to the bedroom which was close by. As carefully as he could, he put you down on top of the covers. The pain slowed to a quiet beat as you began to relax.

Stephen rushed out of the room to go find a first aid kit. Once he found one, hidden in the back of a closet in the hallway outside, he came back right by your side and started to rummage through the box. As he was doing so, he came to the realization that this was gonna be difficult. His hands. His hands shake more when he was panicking. And in that moment they were trembling like crazy. Seeing you like this, the hurt and the worry he felt. It went right to his hands, bringing back the state they were in when he was stripped away of everything he had. When he felt hopeless.

But he told himself to push past it. Because he needed to help you.

Before he did anything else, he put down the first aid kit. Raising his hands up and making a few sharp movements with his hands, energy summoned and made a little rune in front of him. His hands absorbed the bright colours. The shaking slowed, almost to a compete stop. Now he could work. Trying to remember his basic studies from medical school, he began to tend to the gash in your leg.

~~~

You had passed out from being so tired and being in so much pain. When you woke up, it was dark outside and it was a little colder in the bedroom. Stephen was still beside you, sitting at your bedside currently looking through a book that had a title that implied the pages contained mystical information on healing. There was this look in his eyes, like he was trying to stay calm. You could only imagine the rushing thoughts running through his head. Once he realized you had woken up, he put his book down like he was called to attention.

"How you feeling?"

"Dizzy..."

He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"You're going to be just fine." He said, moving a little closer to you. "The stab wound is not too deep, needed to be stitched up. Bruising on your torso and arms." He gestured to the areas as he spoke. "You also got hit in the head pretty bad, maybe a concussion so you need to rest." He pulled the warm blanket further up to cover your cold body.

You have not seen Stephen in doctor mode in a while. It was comforting, knowing he knew exactly how to treat something and how to take care of you. You smiled at him, remembering back when he was a surgeon. He might have changed as a person from doctor to sorcerer, but he kept a few qualities.

"Is Wong alright?" You asked, suddenly remembering that little detail from the attack.

"He's fine. I made sure someone is watching over him."

You nodded, instantly regretting making the movement as it came with a headache.

"Are you alright?"

"I'll be fine."

Then you remembered something else. Earlier you did not think you were going to ask about it. But you needed to. It was nagging you in the back of your thoughts.

"What did you do to them?"

He paused. "I stopped them from hurting you." You thought he was going to stop there. He was, it if were not for the look you gave him to keep going. "I beat them up. I know it was wrong. I was just so angry. I did not like what I saw. Them hurting you like that."

You noticed he kind of dodged your question directly. He gave no details of what he physically did to them. Even with your worry and slight curiosity, you did not press him for the answer you wanted.

You understood why he did it though. He was full of rage and it overtook his mind. But that did not excuse his actions, and you knew he knew it too. He looked a little ashamed of it. He was never good at controlling his anger. You reached out your hand and rested your palm on his cheek. You did not need to say anything because from the look in his eyes you could tell he understood your gesture. Bending down, he kissed your forehead again. Angry Stephen was gone, now it was just protective Stephen.

"One more thing." You said.

He hummed in response.

"You stitched me up?"

He nodded.

"But...your hands..."

"I learned a new rune that suppresses nervousness and its physical reactions."

You had to let out a little laugh, "Of course." Must have been from his recent rune studies because that was new.

"I had to do what I needed to." Shrugging, he gave a smile.

"What about your gloves?"

"I did not have time to go get them," He replied, this made you smile.

The rest of the night consisted of Stephen staying up with you and making sure you were comfortable. He brought you pain killers for your sore muscles and headache, something for you to eat, and anything else you needed. He let you cuddle up to him to rest and stay warm. You had made him renew his promise, and to make a new promise to you, that he would never hurt anyone like that ever again. He agreed and you could see the shame and guilt in his eyes. But you knew he did it to protect you even if his anger had taken over. You both fell asleep into the night, Stephen there to protect you.

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Kyo Sohma x Female!Original Character: Once Upon a Dream

Summary: It’s a long road to walk, but Maki Yoshiwara intends to see it through to end.

Rating/Warnings/Tags: All (not anti-Tohru)

Winner July 2020: vee/saucegei on Quotev.

Notes: Not many notes here. Just tried to write the story I was asked to write. Maki’s two school friends are just random characters I made up for the purpose of conversation.

Tag List: @imaginesfire

Once Upon a Dream

Maki Yoshiwara knew the streets of her prefecture like the back of her hand. She knew the people that lived along her work routes: their habits, their schedules, their orders. A few of her more frequent customers also knew hers. Several of them should have been outside to see the brown-eyed brunette bike past them on her way to another assignment. As the workday drew to a close, usually at least a handful of people waved at her as they headed inside for the evening. No one did that day. Now that she thought about it, not a single person had appeared along her journey—no people, no cars, not even a single bird. The city was empty.

Her bike pedals squeaked beneath her feet with every move she made to get herself up a particularly steep hill. The noise cut through the suffocating silence like a knife. Above her head swirled great black-green clouds. Leaves, twigs, and garbage battered Maki’s face. Wind threatened to loose her ponytail from her head. Soon the gale grew so violent that she had no choice but to abandon her bike entirely. She pulled it to a vacant curb, snatched up the boxes held in the back compartment, and a made a run for cover.

…Cover that she realized she could not find. Pulling to a stop with the boxes still held as carefully as she could manage, she found herself on an unfamiliar corner with nothing but flashing streetlights for company.

“Hello?” she called up at the inscrutable windows lined up and down and across the apartments nearby. “Hello! Did anybody order a pizza?”

No one replied.

Maki shuddered just as enormous drops of water, hard enough to sting, began to pelt the top of her head and her exposed skin. No longer caring how pretty the food was when it arrived at its destination—if it was ever to arrive at its destination—she sprinted for the doors of a squat building set just beyond a browning ornamental garden. She did not know where either had come from; certainly a residential area had been there only moments ago. Never before had she seen such a place on any delivery she had taken.

Or had she? Once she yanked the paper doors shut behind her, Maki turned to find a dojo plunged into darkness. It, too, was deserted at a time when children should have been hard at work practicing. The storm outside rattled the walls. She squeaked as she edged away from them, only to trip on the uniform that pooled around her suddenly tiny feet.

“Help!” Maki cried, struggling to get to her feet with small, clumsy hands that seemed unable to obey her.

A flash of movement caught her tear-filled eyes. She looked up to see something in the middle of the room: Some huge, dark shape that would loom above her if it drew at all nearer. The instructor? Maki could only hope.

“Hello? Can you help me?” she asked.

The shape didn’t move. Maki opened her mouth to ask again, but then the doors blasted open. A mighty gust struck her and sent her flying straight at the black mountain. She screamed. This caught the attention of whatever it was. Two yellow eyes with slit pupils gleamed in her direction. A pair of massive clawed hands lifted into the air…

Sixteen-year-old Maki was, in fact, perfectly fine as she sat at her desk at Kaibara Municipal High School. The bright June sunlight that washed across her left her feeling groggy and warm, but nothing worse than that. Her teacher continued on in the same vein she had been when Maki decided to mull over her dream: Test scores were important and those of the class requiring summer instruction or a second chance at exams ought to spend the upcoming holiday in serious thought. It was nothing for Maki to worry about; she had passed all her exams with only a few names above hers in scores. Besides, her dream was far more interesting than any guilt trip could hope to be.

She had experienced the whole thing again the night before. This was no surprise. At least once a week since Maki was very young, she had the almost the exact same dream—or had, up until the year before. Now she found subtle changes nearly every time she slept. No longer was the monster that attacked her some indistinguishable, writhing mass of shadows. Instead it was tall, humanoid, even, and she felt that when it lifted its arms, it wanted to catch her rather than cut her to ribbons.

As Maki pondered this shift, her eyes fell on the back of one of her classmates. It seemed that the redhead was suffering even worse from the sweltering heat outside than she was. His head dipped lower and lower toward the arms crossed on top of his desk with every second that ticked off on the clock hanging at the front of the room.

You, Maki thought, not for the first time. It has to be you.

“Well, now I’ve said my piece. The rest of it is up to you. Class dismissed,” the teacher said.

Just like that, the classroom filled with all the artifacts of summer. Inner tubes, volleyballs, bug nets, and all the like seemed to pop into existence with those last two magic words. Students clamored for their friends; desks were shoved against the walls; and everyone seemed eager to either flee the school or make plans for the afternoon before many of their fellows could get away.

A much more sedate Maki gathered her things and attempted to push her way out of the room, but she didn’t make it to the door before she heard her name called from somewhere behind her. She paused to allow her two friends to catch up.

“Didn’t think you were going to escape us that easily, did you?” Umeko Watanbe asked, hands on her hips.

“We saw you, you know,” Natsu Ito added.

Maki did her best to look bemused, but she knew what was coming. She didn’t get the chance to spend much time with her school friends outside of class—and yet they still seemed to delight in teasing her whenever they got any sliver of an opportunity to do so.

“You were staring at Kyo Sohma again,” Natsu went on.

“I’m amazed you haven’t burned a hole through the back of his head.” Umeko snorted. “Maybe you should try. His brain could probably use the oxygen.”

“He’s not dumb. And I don’t stare at him that much,” Maki protested weakly.

The two girls laughed.

“I don’t! I had that dream again last night, you know? That’s all.”

“Oh, we’re back to that excuse, are we?” asked Umeko.

Natsu nodded seriously. “He’s a Sohma. There’s no shame in admitting you like him. Something like 87% of the girls here like him, too, and about 6% of the boys. I ran the numbers.”

“I bet you did. That’s our Natsu!”

“It’s not that! I just know he has something to do with how my dream changed,” Maki said as Umeko attempted to wrestle Natsu into a headlock.

“Is this like the time in middle school when you knew you were the reincarnation of an evil sorceress?” Umeko asked, reaching to pull Maki into their scuffle.

Maki took a small step away, sighing as she did. Once anyone brought up the sorceress thing, she knew that her current argument was a lost cause. “I just wish he would talk to me. That’s all.”

“Well, good luck with that,” Natsu said. “Kyo doesn’t talk to anybody. Unless you’re Tohru, he just yells.”

“Trust me, I know,” Maki muttered.

Her friends exchanged knowing looks before finally parting.

“You know what you need? I mean, really need?” Umeko said.

“A life? A real boyfriend? A better apartment?”

“All three,” said Natsu, “but we were thinking we could start the summer off with a bang together. My parents are good for a slumber party tonight if you are.”

“And we promise not to bring up Kyo too much if you don’t want to hear about it,” Umeko put in.

Maki offered them each an apologetic smile. “I can’t tonight.”

“What? Come on, Maki. You need a break. We all know you haven’t had a moment’s rest since we got our exam schedules!”

“That’s exactly why I can’t take a break now. I just don’t have the time. Tomoya covered all my shifts so I could study, and I promised him I’d take on all his this week to make up for it.”

“Have I ever told you that you work too much?” Umeko asked, looking pained.

“Almost every day,” said Natsu. “Want to hear the numbers on that?”

“Not particularly.”

“Sorry guys. Maybe later this holiday I can swing it,” Maki offered.

“Statistically, probably not,” Natsu said.

Umeko made a sweeping motion with her hand. “Go on, then. Before you’re late, Miss Workaholic.”

Maki made her way with some relief toward the door to the hallway. She turned her head just as she reached it to call out, “Enjoy your summer!” but she doubted either of her friends heard. One of the boys in class was speaking to a crowd about bowling, and Umeko and Natsu had already joined the growing throng.

The spaces outside her classroom were just as congested. Maki moved as quickly as she could, but there was just no getting through some of the clots of students hanging around. Once she finally squeezed her way past a squealing cluster of Yuki Fan Club members, she felt fresh air on her face at last—and realized with a jolt that the same group of giggling girls seemed to have kept Kyo Sohma and his stalwart companion from getting out of the building as well.

“Ah, Miss Yoshiwara!”

Tohru Honda had caught Maki in the act of openly ogling Kyo. Cheeks burning, Maki felt she could not pretend as though she hadn’t heard the summons—though Kyo’s careful avoiding of her gaze as she walked over to them indicated he would have preferred if Maki kept on her way himself. Well, she was already there, she figured. Might as well take advantage of the situation.

“Hi, Tohru. Ready for summer break?” she asked.

“Yes!” she chirped. “Although I’ll just be working. I suppose you have something exciting planned?”

“Not at all. I’m going to pick up as many extra shifts as I can. Exams really put a dent in my savings.”

“I know what you mean! It’s so hard to balance work and school, isn’t it?”

“You’re telling m—”

“Yo, Tohru!”

Uotani’s unmistakable voice smashed through their conversation like the speckled pipe she occasionally brought to school. Tohru, Maki, and Kyo all looked over to see her and Tohru’s other friend, Hanajima, standing at the opposite end of the hallway. The first girl jerked her head in the direction of the nearby door.

“We need to leave now if we wanna beat the lines,” she shouted.

Tohru did not hesitate to obey. “C-Coming!” she cried as she lurched forward. Then she stopped, turned clumsily on her heel, and bowed her head once each to both Maki and Kyo. To the latter she said, “Please tell Shigure dinner is in the freezer. And—and that I should be back before nine!”

“Yeah, sure. Whatever,” said Kyo.

“Goodbye, Miss Yoshiwara. I hope you have a wonderful summer!”

She was gone in the blink of an eye. Maki didn’t even get a chance to wish her the same before all three girls vanished from the halll entirely. Before Maki had any chance to recover, she heard something rustle beside her: Kyo making a hasty retreat toward the school gate. Tohru had given Maki the opportunity of a lifetime. Not once had she ever managed to get Kyo alone, but if she didn’t hurry, he was going to disappear, too.

“W-Wait!” Maki said as she tore after him.

Kyo didn’t stop. Then again, neither did she. He might have been remarkably fast—second only to Yuki in the school—but she was determined. Maki caught up to him before the end of the block; her appearance at his elbow finally forced him to look directly at her. The obvious anger in his unusual orange eyes nearly made her flinch.

“Don’t you have work to get to?” he demanded.

Maki swallowed but kept up eye contact as she answered, “It’s in the same direction.”

“Oh.”

She could not believe her luck. After so many months of staring at him in class, Maki finally had a chance to talk to Kyo by herself. No Tohru to stand a buffer between them; no Uotani to get him riled up; no Umeko to mortify her into silence. Any subject might be available for discussion…

…and now, after all those months, Maki could think of no way to broach the subject she so desperately wanted to talk to him about.

“Do you have any plans for the holiday, Kyo?” she asked, more to break the icy quiet than anything else.

His reply was a short, abrupt, “No.”

“I see. Um…Do you spend much time with Tohru outside of school?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“All right. Er…”

Kyo stopped so suddenly that Maki went several paces ahead of him before noticing he was no longer beside her. She looked wildly around, expecting that he had raced off in the opposite direction, but she soon found him just a few squares of sidewalk away.

“Look,” he said, scowling. “Whatever you’re doing, I’m sick of it. Trying to get in good with Tohru—just get it over with, all right? I don’t want you following me around and watching my every move anymore. So spit it out: What do you want with me?”

A less determined girl might have clammed up and hurried on her way after Kyo Sohma used that tone of voice of her. Maki was not a less determined girl. Something about him snapping at her like that gave her the last little push she needed to try something drastic. Instead of running off, she planted her feet firmly on the sidewalk, looked him right in the eye, and said:

“I want you to go out with me.”

Whatever Kyo had expected to come from all her watching, it wasn’t that. He puffed up like an angry cat, shoulders hunched, teeth bared. “What?”

Maki was a little surprised herself. If her friends had not planted the idea, she probably never would have blurted out something like that. Once said, however, it didn’t sound like a bad plan. She plunged on:

“Yeah. I want us to go out together. Preferably somewhere we can hear each other talk. I’ve got a lot of questions for you.”

“Are you crazy?”

“That depends on who you ask.” Her attempt at a joke had no effect whatsoever on Kyo’s posture. Cocking her head to one side, she said, “You do know what a date is, right?”

“Of course I know what a date is! I just—Why the hell are you asking me out on a date?”

“Is this the first time anyone has? You seem flustered.”

“Because I thought I made it clear that I’m not interested in dating!”

“Me specifically? Or the other girls who have asked?”

“Either. Both. It’s not like I’ve been encouraging you since you started following me around at school!”

“Oh.” Maki couldn’t entirely hide the note of disappointment in her voice as they started walking again. So he had noticed. Kyo wasn’t oblivious to how interesting she found him; he actively disliked that she did.

Her slow deflation seemed to calm him a little. He relaxed his shoulders and allowed his frown to fade—until she had to go and say:

“May I ask why you have no interest in going out with anyone?”

He bristled up again at once. “No!”

“I’m just curious. Is it because you’re seeing Tohru romantically?”

“No, I am not seeing Tohru romantically! Even if I was, it’s none of your damn business. What the hell is the matter with you?”

“That’s what I’d like to find out.”

“Huh?”

Maki adjusted the strap on her bag to buy herself a few seconds of time to think. Why shouldn’t she tell him the truth? It was obvious he wasn’t going to give her another chance to do so, and she had to know.

“Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve had this dream,” she began. “Well, it used to be a nightmare. They all start differently, but every single one ends in the same place: an empty dojo with this huge—shadow or something in the middle of it. A while back, the shadow was a monster that attacked me. Now it’s…different. I think it’s reaching out to me. I think it needs me.”

Oddly, Kyo did not react to her recitation. His eyes remained glued to the pavement. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t even blink. Maki would have known if he had; she kept her own gaze riveted to the side of his face. It was only because she had walked this same path a hundred times before that she knew only one intersection sat between them and the pizza place.

“So?” he asked when they were nearly upon the building.

She jumped at the chance to explain. “So I think the change is because of you! I started to connect with the shadow after you came to Kaibara. If you would just talk to me for a few minutes, maybe I could figure out what I’m supposed to do next in my dream.”

“That is,” Kyo looked down at her, “the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. And I live with Yuki! And Shigure!”

Maki swallowed.

“You think that’s me in your dreams?” he demanded.

“I never said that.”

“Good! ‘Cause it’s not! Whatever is going on in that screwed up head of yours has nothing to do with me, all right?”

Her heart lurched inside her chest. Just why that was, she could not say. Umeko, Natsu, and even Maki’s little sister, Kasumi, had all teased her relentlessly about her conviction that Kyo had something to do with her recurring nightmare. She could endure being laughed at by them. Maybe she had been a little overeager to share with him; maybe she should have waited until she could get him to go somewhere with her. But did he really have to ridicule her like that? He didn’t know what it was like. He didn’t see the pain in her shadow’s eyes every week for years on end. What was worse was that he didn’t care about it, or about Maki as a person.

“H-Hey.” His voice broke into her thoughts. “Quit looking at me like that!”

“Like what?” Maki asked dully.

“Like…like…I don’t know! But it’s not my fault I can’t help you. Why don’t you try a therapist or something?”

She gave her head a slow shake, trying to pull herself together in the face of Kyo’s obvious discomposure at her behavior. “It’s not a therapy issue. Anyway, it’s not just my dream. I really thought we might have fun together. I like you, Kyo.”

His eyes went wide for a split second. Then he looked away again. “That really is going too far,” he muttered.

“I thought I wasn’t the first girl to ask you out.”

“Who said you were?”

“Never mind,” Maki said. What more was there to say to a guy that made no secret of how much he disliked her attention? “Have a nice summer, Kyo. I won’t bother you anymore.”

Before she could dig herself a deeper hole, Maki gave him the same quick bow that Tohru had, and headed for her place of work. Her fingers had hardly wrapped around the handle on the door when she heard Kyo behind her again:

“One date.”

She couldn’t believe her ears. Could she really be as crazy as Kyo thought? If she was hearing him when he wasn’t there, she had to be. Turning around, however, revealed him to be standing only a few feet away, solid, but with his gaze still averted pointedly from her face.

“What was that?” Maki asked.

“One date. And we aren’t going to talk about your idiotic dreams.”

“Really?”

“Only one, you hear? Just so you’ll figure out I’m not some magic key to the inside of your head.”

“Okay!”

He did not seem to have thought she would acquiesce so easily. His eyes darted up to her wide smile and away again. Kyo was moody; that was something Maki knew from her observations. She quickly dug through her bag for a pencil and her sketchpad, found an empty corner in the latter, and scribbled out her phone number. No way was he ducking out of this if she could help it.

His resolve to not look her was in full effect as she bounded up to him. Only her saying, “It’s a deal,” seemed to break whatever spell the ground had on him.

“I—”

“No take backs,” she said, thrusting the paper scrap at him. “Unless you have a good enough time that you decide to ask me out on a second date.”

“Don’t hold your breath,” Kyo grumbled, but he took her number and shoved it into his pants’ pocket.

“See you later?”

“Yeah, yeah. Later. You’re worse than Kagura…”

This was, apparently, his farewell. As Maki watched, he walked back to the street corner they had just passed and up the way they’d come from. Had he missed his turn to keep talking to her? Surely not. She didn’t get any time to consider the possibility. No sooner had it occurred to her than did the phone in her bag let out a loud beep. If she didn’t hurry, she was going to be late to work even if she was standing directly in front of it.

A few of Maki’s coworkers murmured to one another as she ran to change into her work uniform. Whether that was because she never left clocking in to the last minute or because of the enormous grin on her face, she didn’t know. Her thoughts were already on her evening plans. Thankfully, her shift would run so late that she would have nothing to do when she got home but sleep. She couldn’t wait. One step closer to Kyo surely meant one step closer to the next motion of her dream, and there was the promise of even more steps to come in the near future.

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anauthore · 4 years ago

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Not Much of A Partygoer (Kenny McCormick x Reader) {SERIES | Two}

Summary: (Y/n) drinks to forget her parents. Good thing Kenny is great at handling drunk people.

Pairing: Kenny McCormick x Reader (she/her pronouns) - South Park

NOTE: Every part of this series can be read as stand-alone, or as part of the series itself! If you don’t want to read each part on Tumblr, feel free to check out links to the work on the below websites:

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The door slammed. You didn’t flinch because, unfortunately, you were used to things like that. Your door was ajar and your earbuds were in. Even though one side was quieter than the other, they did a good enough job blasting music into your ears and drowning out the noise of arguing and yelling.

* * *

The night, again, was cold. It always seemed like it was chilly here in Colorado, but you didn’t really mind. You liked the cold, anyway. You’d always thought that being cold was better than being hot.

The wind was surprisingly absent as you walked toward the address you’d scribbled on a piece of paper, squinting to search for the numbers on each mailbox in order to ensure you were in the right place. When you did eventually get there, though, the abundance of noise and flashing lights in the window was all you needed to confirm that you had indeed shown up at the party that you had, for some reason, been invited to.

You walked up the walkway, your feet gripping the stone easily as it had both been shoveled and salted. You naively knocked on the door before realizing there was a doorbell. You ringed it a couple times, waiting for an answer, but when none came, you leaned toward an opened window to peek inside.

Just as you focused on two dark-haired boys chatting in the corner with cups filled with what you assumed was alcohol, the door opened and the noise rushed into the open like waves crashing over you.

* * *

You had been in the middle of switching songs. The angry music you listened to only exasperated your feelings, and you weren’t in the mood for sad sounds. To your dismay, you never got the chance to hear whatever it is you were searching for.

Your door, already propped open so that your mom could see you were diligently working on your schoolwork, slammed against the opposite wall with enough force that you jumped. You looked up and locked eyes with your mom’s boyfriend- he was standing in the doorway and gesturing wildly, still in his Winter jacket with his tie peeking out from over the top.

His voice boomed as you were well accustomed to, but even then you couldn’t keep his words from drowning you.

“And your daughter, this little wench, she’s probably a slut just like you! Look at her; look at her room! And the clothes she wears, it’s completely unacceptable. If I were anyone else I’d be after her right now.”

You furrowed your brows in disgust and anger. What the fuck was happening? You opened your mouth to say something, but you couldn’t get a word out before he stood to the side and pointed into the hallway, looking directly at you as he commanded you toward the kitchen.

* * *

In the doorway was the silhouette of someone you recognized, and though you wouldn’t consider her a friend to you, she sure was a sight for sore eyes.

Wendy Testaburger waved to you and smiled happily, as she always did, and then beckoned you inside. You couldn’t help but smile back at her as you climbed the steps, and, like she did with almost every girl she saw, she enveloped you in a tight hug before she let you go.

“I’m so glad you came! I was starting to think you’d never show.” She closed the door behind you and instantly you were a hundred times warmer. You almost felt suffocated.

“Yeah, well, I had nothing else better to do.” You shrugged it off.

She rolled her eyes playfully and picked up a cup from the side table that you assumed was hers. You didn’t have to peek inside to know that the liquid that sloshed around inside the plastic barrier was not alcohol. Wendy didn’t drink.

“Here, follow me,” she beckoned you over and started walking through the sparse crowd in the living room. You glanced around and recognized some kids from school, but obviously none of them were your friends.

“So, this is the punch, and this is the punch.” She chuckled softly, shaking her head only slightly and handed you a plastic cup that looked like both hers and everyone else’s.

“Choose wisely.”

* * *

“(Y/n), do you mind telling me what the fuck you think you’re doing?”

You looked to your mother for comfort, but she was just as angry as her partner. You had no idea what to say, so you shrugged.

“Don’t shrug at me! You know damn well what you’re getting into, sleeping around and doing drugs. Don’t act like you don’t know!”

You reached your breaking point. You felt your own voice rise up out of your chest and scream, all the words that were bouncing around in your brain finally forming into something other than thoughts.

“I’m not doing fucking anything! You’re so preoccupied with blaming me that you forget you’re dating a crackhead with a daughter who hasn’t done jack. shit. You think I wanna end up like her, dating someone like you?”

The cold slap that stung on your cheek froze you. This time, your mother was fuming, her fist balled up as tight as she could make it.

You scoffed, tears threatening to fall from your eyes as you pushed back your chair and slammed the door shut behind you, welcoming the wind as you strode toward any direction at all. Anywhere that would take you away from here.

* * *

The moment the punch touched your lips, you were instantly warmed. You sighed and watched Wendy walk away, waving as she departed and fazed into the crowd. It was quiet where you stood; the tiny nook in the kitchen where the two bowls sat are the only thing that drew people into the room. You thought about leaning against the wall and staying away from everyone, but you were cold, and it was warmer where all the action was, so you headed towards the living room with an arm wrapped around your frame and your hand gripping your cup.

Music vibrated the floor through huge speakers stationed in the corner of the room, and you were grateful that it wasn’t any louder than that. Some kids sung to themselves while others were swaying to the rhythm; everyone was congregated in some sort of group, leaving you to be the odd one out. As always.

Or at least, you were for a moment or two before one of the boys in the corner came over to recruit you for a game of beer pong. You shook your head, and he nodded, stalking off to find someone else- behind him trailed a familiar blond, probably looking for the same thing. Your gaze met his for a brief moment; you don’t know what you expected, but he left as quickly as he had come.

You took another sip. And then another. Two more trips to refill your cup later, Wendy once again met you in the kitchen.

“Hey girl! Having fun?”

You smiled politely, and muttered a reply, but of course she knew better.

“C’mon, (Y/n)! It’s not a party unless you’re enjoying yourself. Actually- wanna join my team? We’re playing beer pong, we need one more person for it to be even.”

You hesitated, but you didn’t get a chance to answer before she walked off, expecting you to follow her.

And that you did. You caught up and followed her like a dog, not wanting the crowd to close in on you and trap you in the sea of strangers. You barely paid attention to her, your eyes glued to her feet as she weaved in and out of rooms and obstacles until finally, finally, you reached the garage.

The draft made you shiver. There were significantly less people here than inside, but the atmosphere was playful as the small group of beer-pongers whooped and cheered for Wendy, having made the score even. You smiled nervously, finishing the last of your drink before setting the cup down on whatever clear surface available.

Wendy stood with you and two other girls who you didn’t recognize at all, while the opposing team was made up of Kenny, the black-haired guy you saw walking around earlier, some redhead, and the ever infamous Cartman. You had an opinion on at least a few people here, but your facial expression gave nothing away. You just watched, and when it was your turn, you played.

You missed your first few shots, with jeers from Cartman and the telltale mumbling of Kenny, followed by laughter and kind words from Wendy. The fifth or so time around, one of your teammates was getting fed up with you.

“Fuck, why can’t you make a ball! We’re getting obliterated! Are you already that drunk?”

“Bebe! C’mon, she has as much of a chance as anyone here.” You could tell she was holding back a smile just to be polite. The boys snickered and your face turned red, but that could also be the alcohol settling in your empty stomach.

"Hey, make another shot.” One of the kids opposite to you nodded his head in your direction, glancing at your hands before he tossed a white ping-pong ball toward you to catch. You did so in the palm of your hand, looking at Wendy for approval. You prepared yourself once more, planting your foot and squinting an eye to aim. Then, the ball that had been grasped so gingerly between your thumb and forefinger was released, and unsurprisingly, you missed any and all cups in front of you. You sighed and stepped back, but then your opponent spoke once more.

“Now, drink. Here, take mine.” He searched around and handed you his cup full of punch, which you had no other choice but to take from him. Cartman snickered and you stared into the liquid’s daunting face before drinking. Around you erupted clapping and laughter.

“Alright, so (Y/n)’s gonna drink every time she misses? That’s a little unfair, don’t you think?”

Wendy tapped Bebe’s arm and shook her head, then whispered something into her ear. Bebe rolled her eyes and seemed to drop the subject, though her attitude didn't waver.

Not many more rounds later, and everything started to spin. The walls were moving back and forth like you were on a boat, and your feet couldn't feel the floor underneath you anymore. Your mind buzzed as you fumbled with the ball and tossed- you didn’t see where it went, but you did hear the crescendo of ‘ooo’-ing rise around you. Wendy moved in front of you, taking hold of your shoulders and shaking you, a huge smile on her face. Her voice was shrill and easy enough to focus on; “You did it! You made the shot!”

“I- what?” You looked behind her and saw the sea of red cups half-filled with liquid, and in the midst of one, an unmistakable white orb. A cheeky smile spread across your face and you laughed. “I did it- holy shit, I did it! I get to drink!”

Wendy stepped out of the way and watched as you stepped forward and plucked the cup of alcohol off the table, tossing the ball to the side and chugging it. It burned, especially on the edge of your lips, but the warmth spread throughout your body and you quickly forgot about the burning sensation. You sat the cup down- the empty plastic fell to the side and you wiped your mouth and neck with your sleeve, cringing at the stickiness the drink left behind. You swayed, smiled, and gave two thumbs up to the other team, who started to laugh at your antics.

“Woah, okay, (Y/n), look at me.”

Wendy’s hand supported your back as you stumbled. The muffled party music had somehow infiltrated your brain, and you swear you could feel it. In your chest, your hands, your… toes.

“Look, guys, she’s fuckin’ trashed. Who wants to bet on when she’ll dance topless on the table?”

Someone elbowed Cartman in the side and he glared back. Wendy shot him a dirty look and nudged you toward the garage door, but your drunken state was clearly something she was not used to handling.

“(Y/n)- c’mon, we have to get you some food. Or at least to lay down, okay?”

You nodded, but then shook your head. “No, no I wanna play, I’m just getting good!”

Wendy opened her mouth to speak, but someone else interrupted her before she could.

“Hey, here, let me help.”

Kenny stepped around the white, pop-up table and ignored the nudges from Cartman and Stan. Wendy turned to look at him, sans his orange parka, with a raised brow. He, of course, completely understood the implications his demeanour had on this sort of situation. In any other case, Wendy would not let someone like him near a drunk girl such as yourself, but in this instance, he was way better at handling these situations than she was.

He put his hand around the small of your back, with the other hand on your shoulder to steer you. He pushed you toward the door and said something to Wendy. It was apparently the right thing to say, because she nodded and went back to the game, though not after she made sure you were safely in the other room.

The lights were darker inside than in the garage, so you found yourself depending on Kenny to guide you around. Your closeness allowed the telltale scent of cigarettes and musk, and now alcohol, to find its way to your nose, and immediately you were taken back to the night however many weeks ago that you’d been with him.

He steadied you as you swayed back and forth, nudging you up the stairs and into a room with a bed. You laughed, and he said something that you couldn’t quite make out before you realized he wanted you to lay down. You tried to shed your jacket, but the material felt disgusting to your senses, so you gave up and collapsed into the blankets. Your whole body buzzed, like every nerve ending was set on fire but at the same time lulled to sleep.

Kenny closed the door. The old floor underneath you creaked as he approached, and his hands found your body- they were surprisingly warm, and you got lost in his touch. It made you suddenly seem cold, and you tried to push toward him before you realized what could be happening and let the alarm bells go off in your head.

He pulled off the other arm of your windbreaker and threw it to the floor. You looked up, though unable to focus, and found him, back turned to you as he searched for something. Your pulse picked up, and you wanted to run. You knew how this would end- you were drunk, you could barely move, and it was so easy for him to just-

A warmth covered you that was definitely not there before. It was fuzzy, and so soft, and then you realized it was a blanket. You smiled and rubbed your skin against the faux fur, shivering as your heat spread out underneath the cover. You tried to thank Kenny, for being better than you thought he was, but your voice was both muffled by the blanket and by your drunken haze.

Kenny sat next to you and watched you drift in and out of sleep. He stared at a wall, or sometimes at you, but either way he was sensible enough to keep anything or anyone else from coming in to disturb you.

You’d grown used to him being next to you. You’d half-dream, being alerted by the prospect of him moving, and then comforted to find that he was still sitting there, at the end of the mattress, lost in his own thoughts.

Right before you fell to sleep, you’d opened your eyes to find that he was slipping out of the door. You’d spoken, almost pleaded, to him.

“You’re leaving?”

He turned to you with a gaze that you couldn’t place. You could also barely see it. “Uh, I- yeah. I’m just getting a drink.”

You nodded. You didn’t hear him leave, but then again, the buzzing in your head was hard enough to hear past on its own.

“Thank you so much. Thank you. Thank you, Kenny. Ken. Thanks.” You couldn’t help but smile at his kindness.

You didn’t know if he heard you, but you didn’t care enough to check. With that, your last words of the night, you were out, succumbing to the cocoon of sleep you desperately needed.

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thewriting-corner · 3 years ago

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Rating my old WIP’s lines

A couple of weeks ago, I think Calliope started this trend but because I have quite literally felt like death for the past two months, only until now have I felt actual energy to make this post. So, without further ado, brace your eyes and souls and be prepared to lose absolutely all respect you have for me as a writer.

Also, I had to dig into my deep dark past of Quotev novels and I deeply apologize for that. I really hope no one that knows me from there somehow found their way here lol, and if you have, please erase that version of me from your mind. That was Lu error 404 and we do not know her.

Chasing Smoke - 3/10

“I can still remember the day I crossed paths with Camila Smoke.”

Thank you buddy, that would be so much interesting if we were actually invested in your life. I appreciate the attempt at being a classic romcom, but let’s just say that those aren’t exactly classics because they’re good.

Idiot’s Guide To Falling In Love - 1/10

“Walk faster. You’re going to be late. You know they hate it when you’re late.”

No. Just, no. Why. The fact that over 2000 people read this is astounding to me because just this first line makes me want to stop writing for the rest of my life.

When The Clock Strikes Twelve - 5.5/10

“We all know the story - Cinderella, Prince Charming, the evil stepmother and fairy godmother. We know how it begins and how it ends, but do you know what happens next? Because trust me, the story doesn’t end with a magic slipper.”

This was a gender-swapped Cinderella story and as cringy as the first lines are, I still really like it. It’s definitely my old style, which is basically a 2014 CW/Freeform show but to be fair, I was 15 and at that point I still somehow believed I would marry my first love so let’s not hold my delusions against me.

The Poet - 4/10

“All I wanted to do was send the guy I like a poem, anonymously confessing my love for him on his birthday.”

This story had so much potential but with every rewrite of the first four chapters, it just always fell flat. And this first line? Come one. Boringggg. It could be worse, but it could also be SO much better.

Fearless - negative infinity/10

“I saw my phone lit up. Usually when my phone lit up it would've been one of my friends from school. Non of them was as close to me as May was but I did have really good friends from school, instead it was my mom, I was at the park, since she'd told me write down everything that had happened, the text my mom had sent me said 'Ally, come home, it's time for dinner, I don't want you being out so late', my mom knew that nothing would happen to me, but since what happened to May she was scared that I was out of the house at 3:30. I'd been more hurt than she was, but at least I wasn't paranoid about it.”

I don’t even have to say anything. This speaks for itself. 12 year old Lu did not know how to use a period.

Hope: Middle School Diary - can I retire now

“Before I start telling my story I think I should introduce myself. My name is Hope Jones and I'm 11 years old. I live with my single mom Margaret, my 16 year old sister Eva and my 4 year old brother Augustus but we like to call him Auggie or Gus. “

I-- No. I can’t. Why.

Run - plagiarism 10/10

“They said the world was different. That it wasn't exactly the most peaceful, but it was free. But those are just legends, as some people who I know have come to put it, while others believe it's history that happened as a lesson for those in the future.”

Well okay then Little Miss Brave New World and every other classic dystopia. Had I ever read a dystopia when I wrote this? No. Is it somehow exactly like every single dystopian YA I’ve ever read? 100% yes. Still a lot better than my other Quotev novels so it gets a total 1.5/10

Broken Mirrors/Midnight Zone

Okay so this one has two versions: the Quotev and the Wattpad version. You guys can bear witness to how my writing changed from 11 years old to 15 lol.

“What would you do if one day you looked at the mirror and your reflection wasn't there?” 2/10 because that just doesn’t make sense?? Though tbh I’d celebrate, ngl

“Years ago a family lived as happily as they could. To most people they were picture perfect. To others, the family hid a secret.” 3/10. I feel like the use of “as they could” really hints to the fact that they were messed up so bravo to me for that one. Still, not very interesting and if I read this in a book, I’d slam it shut.

The Wrath of Chaos - 9/10

“The end of the world began with a test.”

I truly believe this is the most iconic line I will ever write and nothing will ever convince me otherwise. It draws me in, leaves me guessing, makes me anxious and has me asking the question “what type of test?” as if I haven’t spent the last two years editing this story. Truly iconic. My headstone will wear this line.

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ha-hatdog · 4 years ago

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to narnia / edmund pevensie

first narnia request hehe. the request was a little too vague like so i don't know exactly what plot you want but this is my take. hope you enjoy hihi

edmund is aged up to 16 here and so is reader. this is after they had returned from narnia in the first movie

requested by @darkladyslytherin : Hi! Are you busy? If you don't mind can you write a Narnia fanfic Edmund Pevensie x reader where the reader is his girlfriend and he was wondering whether he could bring her to Narnia. Thank you ily ❤️

dear @darkladyslytherin do you know that you’re one of my favorite readers? just saying. i always take notice of those who really follow and comment on my stories in quotev hihi. although i haven’t seen you much lately in quotev, i just wanted to show you my appreciation. love you and thanks

UNEDITED

Edmund was different.

After reuniting with him when he and his siblings had temporarily left to live in an old mansion miles and miles away, you noticed immediately. How can you not? He was your dear lover, and even the slightest change in his expression couldn't escape your eye. He looked the same, the same Edmund Pevensie that you last saw descending from the train with his sibling to wait to be picked up, but at the same time, he was not.

He felt different and acted differently - the naivety was gone, replaced with a steadfast regality and maturity, his decisions no longer driven with the need for adrenaline and fun, but thoroughly thought out. This was not the same Edmund you have last seen. But you loved him nonetheless, and nothing could change that, even if he was no longer the Edmund you knew as of late.

His siblings were in the same boat as him. They interacted with each other differently. Although Peter and Susan already had that air of maturity, they somehow felt older. Peter has become more assertive than commanding and Susan was gentler, yet still being able to uphold her duty as an older sister. Even sweet little Lucy seemed more mature than you, and she was ten.

You cannot help but wonder if something happened to the four of them when they were in the mansion, when they were apart from you. They had moments when they fell silent when questioned about their stay with Professor Digory Kirke, suddenly looking sorrowful and solemn, and more than once have you seen them gather and converse in hushed voices, and you knew they were deliberately being secretive and out casting you from those particular exchange as they scatter once you attempt to insert yourself into them.

Something most definitely happened back with Professor Digory.

You raised your concern with the eldest sister, asking her if there was an occurrence when they were temporarily residing with the old man. Susan was usually the most open person with you (Lucy was too, but you feel like, despite her suddenly having mature qualities, she was still ten), but when you asked her that question, she expertly dismissed it and diverted the conversation in a different route. She may think that she had done excellently keeping you in the dark, but that itch in the back of your head wouldn't go away, not until you found answers.

You were lounging in the sitting area with Susan, your hand tapping a pen on a table while Susan sat on a cushioned and high backed chair, a large book in her dainty hand.

You let out a sigh as you dropped the item within your grasp on the smooth surface, earning the eyes of your friend. "Something wrong?" Susan questioned as she set her book down on her lap, eyeing you curiously from where she was positioned.

"Nothing," You puffed out, and your eyes vision fell back to the table. "I'm just bored."

"If you're so bored, why don't you hang out with Edmund?" Suggested Susan, and when you did not respond, she took this chance to continue speaking. "He misses you, you know."

You flushed at her spoken statement and averted your gaze from her. Shame pricked at your heart as your heard the your lover's name, but even so, your remained steadfast, unfaltering, just as Edmund was to you.

You took the pen back to your hand, scowling slightly. "Never mind." You grumbled out, and Susan sighed in disappointment and exasperation to your defiant answer against her proposal.

"You're still ignoring him." It was not a question, it was badgering remark of a fact, and you were quiet, as what she had spouted was not incorrect.

You were not stupid. Before you asked anyone else, you bluntly came forward with your concern to your boyfriend - Edmund Pevensie - interrogating him about his time spent in the mansion, but he dismissed you with a shake of a head, stating that nothing out of the ordinary has happened. But his barriers has shot up immediately after the question, and your suspicion and curiosity arose. You have chased him with this question upon your lips, but he was as consistent as you were with denying you the right to know. And in retaliation to his constant rejection, you evaded his presence like the plague, just like how he evades giving you the answer you sought for, making it a point to show him that you were not giving up until he tells you something, anything, about the trip.

"He won't tell me anything. So I won't tell him anything." You retorted to Susan, sight flitting over to her. "Unless you fancy telling me - "

Susan shook her head, brown locks billowing with her movements. "There's nothing to say. Nothing happened."

You scoffed. "I'm not stupid, Susan!" Your hollering voice stunned her, and even you were shocked with your own boldness. "I know something happened but you keep making me out to be the insane one here!"

"That is certainly not the case." Denied Susan and a curtain of solemnity swung over her. She turned away, suddenly reclusive and losing the air of regality she always had around her after their return in London. "If anything, you'll think of us as the insane ones."

Confusion wrapped you in its finger. "Why would I? I have been the outcast here ever since you four came back. You always made me feel like it. Never telling me anything when really, something is going on and none of you would say something. Not even Lucy, and she's the most honest person on your lot."

Susan pursed her lips, agitated. "I'm sorry we have made you feel this way but there's nothing to say. People change, (Your Name). Slowly, quickly, they just . . . change." She murmured. "You can't stop it from happening."

"I don't mind change, Susan. But if this change means cutting me off your family, then it would be much better if Edmund and I break up, and I leave your family for good." Your words took Susan aback, and she nearly dropped her book to the floor. And yet you continued, spouting claims that supported your previous statement, unaware of the presence that has descended from a nearby flight of stairs. This new arrival stood by the last step, a food precariously tipped on the edge of the step and a hand holding on to the wooden leverage beside him.

"Peter changed, Lucy changed, you changed, and Edmund changed! I have not once complained about the four of you changing but this is too much! After we have reunited, I thought all would be fine now. The war is done, and we're going back to school in a few months but it feels like we're miles apart." You let out, frustrated. You stood up from your chair and abandoned your task. "Even Edmund feels like a stranger! He used to tell me everything, from his issues with Peter and to that little bug that keeps flying near his ear when he's sleeping! No matter how insignificant they are, he tells me and now he can't even look at me without his eyes screaming - hey, I have a secret that's eating me up from the inside and my siblings have them as well!"

Susan did not speak.

You scoffed. "Silent again, I see. Not surprised. That's all you've been whenever I'm around. I don't even know why I'm still hanging with you lot." You gathered your belongings and stuffed them inside your bag which was located underneath the table. As you continued taking items and putting them inside your bag, you went on, still unable to detect the concerned eyes of your lover staring at you. "It's obvious you'd rather keep everything to yourself, so I might as well leave and let you do that in peace."

You zipped your bag in a swift motion and turned to head towards the front door only to come to a skidding halt once you came face with a broad chest. Looking up, you saw Peter looking down at you, a conflicted expression on his mien and behind him was a concerned Lucy.

You tried going around him, to continue your short travel towards the the front door but Peter followed your movement, effectively blocking you from your intention.

You stomped your feet stubbornly at Peter, the presence of your significant other beyond your awareness. "Will you please move?" You requested, voice laced with irritation.

"No," Adamantly answered Peter, causing you to roll your eyes. "Is that how you really feel?"

"Oh," You chided, brow lifting. "Now you're finally paying attention to me. Guess all it had to take was for me to get full of your negligence. Thank you, I guess."

Peter opened his mouth to interject, but he was cut off, and you stumbled back when Lucy flung herself to you, arms wrapping around your middle and burying her face on your clothed stomach. Susan advanced towards you to pull Lucy away, but the younger girl spoke before she could be interrupted with her affectionate embrace, "No, please don't leave us!"

A curtain of shame and regret swathed you as you stared at the lass pulling you close to her, but nonetheless, you turned away, eyes closed. "I can't stay in a place where everyone avoids me as if I'm the plague. I'm going."

Lucy tore herself away from you and turned to the elderly siblings, tears springing up at the corner of her eyes. "We should just tell her!" Exclaimed she.

Peter frowned. "Lucy, we talked about this with Professor Kirke - "

"So, you're just going to let her leave us?" Asked Lucy. Susan and Peter did not respond, only looking away as they too have no answer to her inquiry.

"She's right." Everybody turned to the source of the voice, and your eyes bulged upon seeing Edmund standing by the doorframe, shoulder slouching and eyes blank with nervousness. But there was also a peculiar sort of hardened resolve in them, the some resolve that you had last seen when he promised to meet you again after the war has come to pass. You swallowed, turning away as he continued. You can feel his eyes on you, burning against your skin. "We need to tell her." He stated with finality. "I need to tell her."

Peter ventured a step forward to his younger brother, an arm extended. "Edmund," He blathered. "Professor Kirke said - "

"I know what Professor Kirke said. I was there with you, okay? I know what he told us. But I'd rather break his rule just once. I'm not going to lose (Your Name). And I know you don't want to as well." You inhaled as Edmund walked up next to you, and his hand clasped over your shoulder. You looked up at him, and you saw the hopeful shine in his eyes. "Come with me, I will tell you everything. I promise."

You opened your lips to protest, to tell him that he did not need to tell you anything if it was really against his will, but the plea in his eyes - how can you say no to him?

"I won't keep anything away from you anymore."

***

You and Edmund left the house to find somewhere private to talk. His room would have been ideal, but despite having your significant other make his siblings promise not to eavesdrop, there was no guarantee that they would hold the end of their promise and so, both of you elected to venture outdoors and find place where you were, for sure, to have your privacy. You two walked in silence through the streets, tension both burdening your shoulders.

This was not like you two, at least before. There was always laughter and sarcastic exchange between the two of you. But now, even holding his hand seemed like a task your mind can longer comprehend. Your hand stiffened and quivered whenever it tried to reach for his and you sulked in dismay, accepting your defeat.

But Edmund, although he too was absorbed in anxiety with what was to come, noticed your apprehension and how your hand moved near and away from his own. His mind was set not to intertwine his hand with yours as the small monster in the back of his mind said it would be terribly improper to instigate any form of affection when a row was settled with the pair of you. But his hand seemed to have a mind of its own as it reached out to take your hand in his hold. He felt your hand squeeze him, and he smiled and returned the gesture.

Everything will be fine. I'm sure.

You two found a field after a several minutes of walking, and decided to settle under the shade of the fee trees sprouting on the vastness.

You sat down on the ground, and Edmund was left standing, his back to you as he overlooked the plains and the hillocks in the distance. You brought your legs to your chest and embraced them, trying to abate the loneliness that was creeping on you. Now that you're alone with him and had the reassurance that he will tell you everything, the loneliness you have repressed inside of you with sheer strength alone for so long was beginning to overflow.

You glanced down at your hand, the same one he held before. I miss his hold already. You thought. I want to hold his hand again.

Quiet swathed both of you, not a word exchanged. You grew antsy as the stillness of the situation prolonged, and it looked to you that Edmund was not going to do anythimg but stand there and avoid looking at you but you knew him. He wasn't avoiding locking eyes with you - he was trying to think of a way on how to go about broaching this sensitive topic he had not touched for so long, the same reason your relationship has become rocky. You were not familiar with this mature attribute of his for the Edmund you knew would merely spout anything that comes in his mind, but you have concluded that after his abrupt change, his actions and approach to anything woukd be far from before.

"Are you going to say anything?" You questioned, fed up with the silence. He still did not look your way and you let out a sigh. "Edmund."

"I - " He exhaled, and you curled your tongue to stop yourself from talking. But he did not continue his sentence and fell speechless again. And after a little while, he picked up on his pending thought. "I don't know where to start." You saw his shoulders move as he laughed and you cannot help but smile. It has been a while since you've heard him laugh, even if it was a nervous one. "You'd think after being a king and ruling a whole country for many years I'd be sure of myself and be capable of having a simple conversation with my girlfriend."

His words failed to register in your head. You heard him loud and cleat, yet what he said made no sense and it served as a great fuel to your perplexity. You blinked, arms loosening their hold around your legs and back straightening from the arch it formed. "What?" You chimed in, puzzlement evident. "Do you mind repeating what you said? I thought I heard you say king and ruling a country, but that can't be right." You stated. "Sorry, Ed. I think I'm not in the right frame of mind right now and I think I'm hearing differently. How about we talk tomorrow instead?"

"No, you're hearing is fine. You heard right." Edmund turned towards you, solemnity encrusting his mein. You had never seen him this serious before, and it worried you just as it made you curious. Edmund walked over to you, looking down at your seated figure. "You asked me what happened in the Professor's mansion? I was a king, (Your Name). I ruled a country before I returned here."

Your confusion intensified. Brows burrowed, you regarded him warily. "Ed, I don't understand." You confessed. "What do you mean you were a king and ruled a country? Is this some kind of metaphor for something? You don't want to outright say what need to be said so I have to decode this . . . this, this something?" You were unable to find the right term for his statement. "Is that it?"

Edmund lets out a sigh, eyes fluttering to a close. "I knew this would happen. I'm aware of this but seeing it unfold right now, it's harder than I thought." He admitted softly and opened his eyes to look at you. "I know you don't believe me. I sound like a completely delusional child but you wanted the truth, so here I am, saying the truth no matter how stupid it will make me look."

His eyes shone, and you stared back at him, rid of the capability to speak out your judgement or thought.

You let out a gasp as Edmund knelt down and took your hand in his, and the warmth that left your palm as returned suddenly. He took in a deep breath, the amount of oxygen taken in making his chest expand before he eased. He seemed to be trying to calm himself. "Before I say anything else, before I make a fool of myself," He cleared his throat, gazing back at you heatedly. And there they were, the desperation, the pleading, in his eyes, but what got you pursing your lips was the love in his eyes. "I want to apologize for ignoring you, for not telling you the truth earlier. I thought it would be for the better you didn't know anything that happened back in the mansion, but I knew that was impossible. If there's one person I could never ever lie to, I could never keep anything from, it's you. I didn't want to hurt you, but I did, and to me, it was just me trying to protect you. I didn't realize it was a kind of breach in trust."

You said nothing, waiting for him to finish.

"I promise never to do that again." Edmund stated with firm finality, taking you aback. Edmund was never the one to be so sure of things unless he knows he definitely has something to gain from it. This firmness - an unbreakable promise. "I don't want to hurt you like this again, to make you feel unwanted, insecure. Never again."

Your heart swelled. You cooed, "Edmund," You brushed the back of your hand on his cheek. "I forgive you. All I wanted as an apology and an explanation."

He chuckled. "I haven't even said anything."

"I mean you did say you were a king who ruled a country." You laughed, not noticing the way he swallowed the saliva that accumulated in his mouth. "King of a country club, for sure."

"(Your Name)," Began Edmund, and you halted your antics, looking back at him. The solemnity was yet to subside from his visage. You mirrored his expression and sentiment. "Whatever I say to you, promise me that you'll believe me. No matter how ridiculous everything I say may seem to you."

"Of course, Ed." Concern overtook you and you leaned forward to inspect him. "What's going on?"

"I mean it, (Your Name). Promise me." Edmund bellowed, his hold on your hand tightening. "Promise me you'll believe no matter how crazy I might sound."

"What are you talking about?"

"Just promise me, please."

Edmund have always hated how others fabricate his identity and made him out as someone who he isn't. He definitely hated being called insane or a maniac, so hearing him begging you to believe him in fear of having you see a distorted view of him - it hurt you.

"I promise," You affirmed. "Now, tell me - what happened back in the Professor's place?"

Edmund moved and nestled himself beside you, hand leaving yours and back slanting against the tree trunk. He stared off at the distance first before locking eyes with you. "You won't believe me - "

"Oh, bloody hell, Ed," Your quip startled Edmund. "I already said I will believe anything you say no matter how ridiculous it may sound. Let's not go back and forth and just tell me already."

Edmund observed you for a second, then another, and then, he continued. "When we got to the mansion, for the first day at least, everything was normal. It was just four siblings trying to get used to the place they were going to stay at." He began. "There wasn't much to do. We can't go out to explore and play, so we decided to play hide and seek - don't look at me like that - it was Lucy who suggested it - " He rebuked once he saw your smile appearing.

"But you had fun, right?" You pressed on.

Edmund nodded. "Yeah, I guess," But soon after, he halted. "For the first few minutes, I guess. Lucy found this wardrobe to hide in, and literally seconds later, she came out from it like she was gone for hours." A pause. "She said something about meeting a Faun. You know, half man - "

" - half goat, yeah, I know." You replied.

"Yeah, she said she met a Faun named Mister Tumnus because apparently, there was an unknowm world inside the wardrobe called Narnia and a witch had cursed it. They had tea, listened to Narnian songs, and exchanged stories of their own world."

It took you a while to process everything he was saying. A Faun? A witch? Curse? Wardrobe? Narnia? What in the world?

"Imagination is strong. It's understandable, Lucy is still young." Remarked you, and you waited for Edmund to agree, but to your surprise, he did not.

"That's what I thought too, that's what Peter and Susan thought too. Just someone who had a strong imagination. Until," He took in a deep breath. "I also found Narnia."

You didn't know how to take this. How were you supposed to take in this kind of information? Edmund was not like to say things like this, magical things, and if he did, it was out of jest. But there was no humor right now. Just a plea for you to listen, and you did.

"When I got to Narnia, I met the witch, the White Witch. The witch who put Narnia to an eternal winter for a long time." He went on and all of a sudden, you were more than just invested. Something happened with him and that White Witch. You can tell by how his eyes darkened at the mention of her. "She was kind and warm - I know, weird for someone who put an entire country to winter - and that should have been a warning itself, but I still trusted her, just as she wanted."

Edmund took hold of the end of his shirt and pulled it up, revealing the scar on his torso. You flinched at the sight of it. You haven't seen the initial damage to the skin, but you knew the wound had been deep, and must have been a large gateway for his blood. You wondered how much in pain he was.

"Remember this?" Edmund queried.

"Yeah, you said there was an accident in the kitchen." Edmund told you something happened in the kitchen in the mansion when it was his turn to cook but you knew this was a complete and utter lie. His explanation of the accident was too bizzare, and you asked Susan if there had been turns on cookinf and there was none. And, Edmund did not know how to cook. "I know it's a lie, Ed."

"Perceptive, as always. Want to know how I really got it?" He questioned, and you nodded. "I got stabbed, by that Witch."

A gasp of horror escaped your lips at what you heard, back straightening and a hand finding its way to his arm. He sent you an appreciative smile but he still did not let his shirt cover his wound. In fact, he seemed to be transfixed by this ugly scarring and you did not blame him, for the story behind it must have been awful. He was yet to tell you what exactly transpired in this world he called Narnia, but Edmund, regardless of how much he denies it, shows more emotions than he thought.

"Well," You started. "She's called a witch for a reason."

Your little joke bubbled a genuine laughter from Edmund and it enlightened your spirits, even a little. But the inkling hatred for the witch drove your blood to a boiling temperature that you were surprised you weren't squirming on your position with the need to release your pent up aggravation. But Edmund knew you as much as you did with him, and he knew you were effectively masking your anger.

And then reality caught you and your eyes fell - Why am I angry with a witch I don't even know is real? Everything Edmund is saying is so unreal. A world called Narnia inside a wardrobe where his sister met a Faun and he met the, uh . . . White Witch who put said place to winter, a long winter. Nothing sounded real. It's like listening to a children's book. You thought, gulping. But Ed could never fake his feelings. Not to me.

"That happened many years ago. You don't have to worry about me. I'm over it. It's just that . . . the memories, you know." Edmund grew silent again, and you waited for him to speak. "You think I'm crazy, don't you?"

You breathed out. "No, not at all."

"But you don't believe me."

And you found your mouth unable to move. Nothing he said made sense, nothing of what he told you could be applied to the real world. There is no such things as Fauns and witches and eternal winter and his explanation of how he got his scar in the so called accident in the kitchen made more sense than what he had expounded earlier. All you heard was a fairytale, a make believe made for children. But the way Edmund spoke, the way his eyes shone and darkened, the way pure joy lit his face whenever he mentioned Narnia - this could never be a fairytale, and it shall never be one. You had never seen that look on his face before, this was the first time you have seen him so joyous. He had never looked at you like this, not anyone.

Whatever this Narnia is, you want to see it, you want to experience this indescribable happiness you can see on Edmund's face, you want to know and learn everything about Narnia, with Edmund. You want this joy with him.

But as of the moment, you could feel nothing near of it. Nothing but the strong pull Edmund was emitting.

Logic grounded you, but something - something very close to magic - was tearing you away.

"No, I believe you." You declared. "I really, really do. It might be stupid to say that but - " Your hands clenched. " - I believe you."

You took in a deep breath. "It may be hard but I believe you, and I believe in this Narnia place you're talking about. Plus, you promised me you won't lie anymore, right? I don't have the heart to doubt you." You wanted to believe him. Edmund stared at you with dilated hues, eyebrows raising as astonishment struck him. You smiled and took his hand, this time you were the one enveloping him with your comfort. "Edmund," You began. "I trust you."

Edmund breathed out, relieved. "I trust you too."

You swallowed the lump in your throat. "So, can you tell me how long you've been a King? And just how did you become one?"

Edmund took you by surprise when he pulled you to him, connecting his lips with you. You responded back after while and once the two of you pulled away, Edmund chuckled. "It wasn't only me who was royalty and ruling Narnia. There's Susan and Lucy too. I'm King Edmund, the Just. Queen Susan, the Gentle. Queen Lucy, the Valiant."

"What about Peter? Was he not a king?" You questioned.

Edmund feigned confusion. "Who's Peter?"

He laughed when you smacked his chest. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding." Spouted Edmund. "Peter wasn't only a king. He was the High King Peter, the Magnificent."

"Ooh, High King Peter, the Magnificent. Sounds like something that would make his head big." You jested.

"It did, but he was a great leader who won many battles against neighboring kingdoms and countries who wanted to wage war against Narnia. He's a dependable High King."

"So you all got your maturity from Narnia." You murmured.

"Yeah, we became adults there and we ruled over talking beasts and magical creatures and wow," Edmund breathed out. "I can't believe I'm talking about Narnia so freely with you."

"You don't have to it all inside of you anymore. You can tell me everything about Narnia and how you lived there." You said. "But I never asked you," You began again. "If you loved Narnia so much, then why did you leave?"

Edmund lets out a sigh. "I don't know either. None of my siblings know either. We were just . . . back here, and back to our younger bodies. We spent many, many years there but in this world, it felt like we had only been gone for an hour of three." He briefly took a moment to collect himself. "We tried going back but . . . "

You smiled sympathetically at him. "I'm sorry."

Edmund regained his composure and chuckled. "You sound like Narnia got killed or something. Don't worry, I know it's still there." He stated. "We're just waiting for it to take us back in."

He smiled. "Plus, it's not all bad. I mean, I'm finally back to you. I missed you when I was in Narnia. All I could think of was you."

Realization sets place. Edmund said he lived in Narnia until he was an adult. "Hey Ed,"

Edmund frowned at the sudden change of tone. He shifted, puzzled. "What?"

"Did you . . . " You curled your lips, pouting. " . . . never mind."

Edmund nudged you. "Come on, spit it out. If I can't keep anything from you, then you shouldn't keep anything away from me, That's how it works."

"I can't disagree with that. Blimey, you usually overlook this sort of things."

Smugness overtook Edmund's face. "I've been negotiating with royalties for years, (Your Name). I think I can pick up a thing or two from my experience."

You let out a sigh. "When you were in Narnia," You began, red tinting your cheeks. "Did you have someone else?"

Edmund stared at you blankly for a few moments, not a nudge of expression on his visage, and before you could conclude you broke him or worse, he was thinking of how to tell you that he had another woman back in Narnia without hurting you, until he burst out laughing.

"Are you jealous, (Your Name)?" Asked Edmund chortling. "Oh, this is gold!"

Redness tinted your cheeks as his laughter travelled through the plains, and you turned your head away in embarrassment. Stammering, you spoke up, “I-It’s a reasonable question to ask! As someone you have apparently left for years without me knowing, I have to know!”

Edmund startled you when he wrapped his arms around you and tugged at you until your back is flush against his chest, his legs on either side of you, bent. “You don’t have to be worried because I had no other woman. There’s only one you.” He confessed. “I’m more surprised you still got to ask me that kind of question when literally seconds ago I said you’re all I could think of.”

“I’m all you could think of?” You hummed out. You turned to look at him, a playful smile on your brims. “Sounds like you’re in love with me, King Edmund, the Just.”

Edmund scoffed. “I think that should be obvious. I was the one who confessed to you, remember?” He leaned down and planted a kiss on the top of your head and you closed your eyes in delight, relishing in his affection. “Now if you say something about this, no more Narnian stories for you.”

You pouted, eyes narrowing at him. “Unfair. Tell me more about Narnia!" You pushed. "Come on, after a long time of keeping it from me? You need to make it up to me right now. Tell me more, tell me more, tell me more," You recited over and over, shuffling on your spot.

Edmund shook his head at your antics. “Of course, I will. I’ll tell you everything about Narnia.” He ran his hand through your hair, and a comfortable silence wrapped the both of you. You wanted to say something but you did not want to shatter the serenity between the two of you. “Or maybe I don’t have to.”

You looked back at him again, neck craning. “What?” You questioned, aghast. Where was this sudden change coming from? Earlier it was all too ready to tell you everything he knows and remembers of Narnia. “Edmund,” You turned around to face him, knees on the ground and hands on his chest. You stared in his eyes deeply. Edmund stared back at you just as intently. “What are you talking about? You just said you’d tell me - “

Edmund took your hands in his own pair and had you wrap your arms around his neck. He put his hands on the small of your back and embraced you. “What if you came to Narnia with me?”

Your eyes glittered at his proposition. “Go to Narnia? With you?” You murmured, hopeful. But then you shook your head, realizing the insanity. “No, no. That’s impossible.”

Edmund frowned, his hold around you loosening. “I thought you believed me.” Asked he, and the hurt and hopelessness in his voice breaking your heart. “I’m confused, (Your Name). Are you playing with me?”

“That’s not what I meant.” You reprimanded firmly, voice hardened with the need to correct him immediately and Edmund was rendered quiet. “I told you I believed you, Ed.” Your eyebrows met in the middle, showing him the disappointment in your eyes. “I believed you in a short amount of time and that might be stupid to others but I choose to believe you and your words. Don’t doubt me now.”

“Right, sorry.” Whispered Edmund. “I guess deep down inside of me I know Narnia is still a hard thing to believe in if I told anyone about it.” He cleared his throat. “Then what do you mean?”

“I mean is,” You hesitated. “I-I mean . . . if Narnia didn’t want me in the first place, what makes you think it’ll accept me now?”

Edmund took your face in his hands, thumbs rubbing the sides of your face. His touch was gentle and you closed your eyes. “You believe in Narnia, don’t you?” He asked, voice dead serious.

You let out a shuddering breath. “I do.”

Edmund offered you a large smile, and your heart fluttered. He pressed his forehead against yours, eyes glistening as well as yours. “Then you’re sure to get in.” He claimed. “I’m not going to leave you for the second time.”

You giggled and rubbed your nose against his, and he wrinkled his nose. “Stop being a baby, Edmund. I thought you were a king!” You pulled away, still giggling. “Where did your maturity moments ago went? You should be taking all my affection with bravery of a royalty!”

“A king still gets flustered every now and then.” Remarked Edmund, and he inhaled. “(Your Name),”

You hummed. “Yeah?”

He poked your nose lightly. “I can’t wait until you experience Narnia with me. With you there, I think Narnia will be more than a just paradise.”

“Cheesy, and cheeky.” You teased him, but in reality, your heart was palpitating with thrill. You wished to see Narnia more than ever, and you knew sooner or later, you will, with Edmund. Everything that took place in the house vanished in thin air, and the strain in your relationship has been lifted and you could breath more properly now. “So, King Edmund, the Just,”

“Oh great, I’m already regretting telling you about this whole Just thing.” Edmund complained as he rolled his eyes.

“I think it’s cute and fitting, shut up.” You tittered, beaming. “So, can you tell me about what happened to you in the Professor’s house to Narnia? Every single detail of what happened, tell me. I’m very curious.”

Edmund began running his hand through your hair again, droning. “I suppose I can tell you. But you’re only going to hear the side of my story. Peter, Susan, and Lucy had other experiences than me. Especially in the beginning.”

“I’ll be sure to ask them their own story.” You promised. “Tell me, now. Before I get impatient.”

“Hmm, where do I start?” Bellowed Edmund. “Perhaps I can first start everything by introducing Aslan.”

At the mention of the name, you felt the wind pick up and it howled in the plains. Your eyes glimmered as the name echoed in your ears.

Edmund chuckled. “You have the same reaction as the other three did.”

“Oh shush, Ed, just tell me about Narnia and this Aslan man.”

“He’s actually a Lion.”

“A Lion? A Lion! Tell me more!”

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nyxxon · 4 years ago

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Persodroids (Asui Tsuyu and Hatsume Mei)

Request:

@Genos — Quotev

Anything specific to include: One Day, a young rich girl is taken to an Android store by her servant to buy some friends for Y/N while the mother was away. Y/N decides on Tsuyu and Mei, whom are on sale (Both have speakers for mouths and are in their hero outfits). Once home, and Y/N's mother leaves, Y/N turns the two on, having lots of fun with them over the next week. One night, while Y/N and the two cuddle together, Y/N wishes she could be like them, going to sleep snuggled between the two androids.

» Changed it up more to be more of a basic introduction. Possible part 2 with the end as you had described. Hope that is okay.

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The drive to the large and extravagant store hadn't taken long since, before you knew it, your driver—Sero Hanta—pulled up to the store with you and your maid, Uraraka Ochako, sitting in the back seat.

Remaining inside the car, you knitted your brows as you looked out the window at the large store with what appeared to be humanoid robots on display..? You weren't sure if that was the proper term, but it'd have to do for now.

You knew you and Uraraka were going shopping for the day even though you hadn't wanted to. But she and even your mother had insisted you come with Uraraka to where she was going for some reason or another; however, that was all the info you had managed to gather from her during the little ride.

As you were looking out the window and trying to figure out the reason behind it, it didn't take long for your view to soon change as Uraraka had since exited from the car and made it to your side of the door, opening it.

Hesitantly you came out of the car before turning to look at Uraraka, "What are we doing here..?"

"Hmm. You'll see!" She replied almost excitedly as she shut the door of the black car before she began walking towards the store, you following behind her.

Upon entering, you both were greeted by even more of the humanoid robots all dressed in different and bizarre outfits while all also looking completely different from one another. But they all had speaker-like areas for mouths which was, admittedly, a bit offsetting.

"Your mother asked me to bring you here to choose out two 'Persodroids' of your own."

"Uh, 'Persodroids'..?" You blinked at her.

Uraraka nodded, "It's like a friend of sorts, except it's an android." She stated, "They're quite popular actually."

"I see . . ."

Well, that explained why she and your mother wanted you to come to the store.

"You can choose whichever two you like." Uraraka stated, "I'll wait for you here as you look around."

You hummed, "What if I don't find one?"

"I'm sure you will."

You sighed, "I guess I'll look around then."

With that, you started off in a random direction to look at all the "Persodroids" that were hanging in display boxes or sitting in human-like positions and whatnot. Each android had a little paper beside them describing them.

Walking towards one of the androids, one with blonde hair that had a black lightning bolt in his hair, you read the paper: Kaminari Denki is a friendly, social, and energetic boy who likes to hang out with people. He is rather casual when interacting with others although he's also not above petty complaining or overreacting if feeling annoyed or shocked enough. Kaminari may come off as blunt and reckless at times but is always well-meaning. He is also very flirtatious.

Frowning, you went to the next one beside him. It was a pink-skinned-and-haired alien-looking android of sorts. You read her description paper: Ashido Mina is a cheerful and easygoing girl who displays a smile on her face most of the time. Highly social and excitable, she loves to hang out with her friends and is shown to become very upset when denied an opportunity to be at a gathering.

She possesses a strong fashion sense and likes to go shopping. Due to her athleticism and energy, Ashido enjoys and is very skilled at dancing. Her demeanor becomes more strict and perfectionistic when teaching others how to dance, in direct contrast to her usual happy-go-lucky nature.

It seemed they each had their own personalities along with likes and dislikes . . . so it appeared you'd need to look at each card to find your best match.

With a sigh, you began reading each and every card of the majority of the Persodroids . . .

After what felt like a few hours, you had read just about every single card for each Persodroid. However, even so, you hadn't managed to find anyone you liked—not that you had expected any different since you honestly didn't have much interest in doing so.

"Unable to find one you like?" A voice sounded from behind you.

You jumped a little as you turned around, instantly being greeted by the sight of a rather tall curvaceous woman in a white blouse and tight black pencil skirt with spiky dark purple hair with a pair of striking blue eyes.

You blinked at her, "Who are you?"

"Oh, dear. Excuse my rudeness." She started, "I'm Kayama Nemuri, the owner of the Persodroid Store . . . but as I was saying, you appear to be having trouble."

"I guess."

She hummed as she looked you up and down, "Come with me." She turned and started walking.

Blinking at her as she began getting farther and farther, you reluctantly followed her as she began leading you past all the androids you had already read about, opening a door that appeared to lead into a back room of sorts before leading you to a pair of female androids who sat against the wall—alone.

One had long dark green hair and a skin-tight green and black bodysuit with tan-colored gloves that had buckles around each wrist while also somewhat resembling a frog in a way—possessing larger than average hands.

The other was a girl with salmon-colored hair styled in thick dreadlocks while wearing a plain black tank top with workshop coveralls tied casually around her waist—a pair of red and gold steampunk goggles on top of her head.

But both had the basic speaker-like mouth that all the other Persodroids appeared to sport.

Though with that said, were they messed up?

"I have a feeling these two may be to your liking." Kayama stated as she handed you two pieces of paper, snapping you from your staring at the two androids.

You stared down at the papers in her hand before reluctantly taking them and reading over them, reading the one that had "Asui Tsuyu" on the top: Tsuyu is a straightforward and aloof individual who always speaks bluntly from her mind and what she thinks about others. Tsuyu prefers to be called "Tsu," but only by people that she views as friends. She commonly refers to everyone with the honorific "-chan"—save for authority figures.

She is noticeably calm and collected, being able to stay levelheaded and focused even during the most stressful situations. An honor student since middle school, Tsuyu has great judgment, can communicate her intentions easily, and is rarely moved by emotion, making her an incredibly dependable friend.

You then proceeded to the one that read "Hatsume Mei" on top: Hatsume Mei shows no fear when it comes to failing, seeing it as an opportunity to learn and do better next time, which is why she does not mind when her inventions fail. She can be seen as self-centered due to putting her love of inventions and gadgets above others, but this selfishness is not a negative as it is out of motivation to improve herself.

She does seem to be a little bit absent-minded as she is easily distracted and can sometimes be completely unaware of her surroundings. She can also be a bit manipulative at times. Furthermore, she seems inept at reading body language and social cues.

Admittedly, these two androids did mildly pique your interest—more so than the other ones who had been out in the open. However, you were curious as to why these two were in the practically empty backroom.

"The green one is Tsuyu and the pink one is Hatsume." Kayama stated.

"Why are they back here?"

She hummed, "They are too good just for anyone."

You raised a brow, "What do you mean?"

"They're special."

"Special?"

A smirk played at her lips, "If you buy them, you shall see."

You looked at her for a moment then back at the two girl androids. This seemed like the most basic of "buy this" convincing you had ever seen. However . . . you were a bit curious about these Persodroids.

Perhaps this had been what Yaoyorozu Momo, one of your friends, had been talking about and described one of her maids to be when you two had talked over some tea when you had gone to her place though you didn't pay too much attention to her rambling.

"So what do you say? Kayama eventually asked.

"Fine. I will take these two."

Her smirk widened, "Very well."

With that, she had soon gotten a few of her workers to prep them to be packed up and placed in your car out front while she led you back to the front desk to ring you up—Uraraka handling the payment once you had told her you had found two you were interested in.

After Uraraka had paid for the two androids, you both were soon escorted out with the two workers who helped you load the two androids into the trunk of the car before you soon entered it instantly followed by Uraraka.

After you both had gotten settled, the car was soon off and heading back home. On the way, Uraraka was happy you had found two you wanted as she asked many questions about them.

Not really wanting to partake in any conversation, you simply handed her the pieces of paper with their descriptions on them as she gladly read it though she did ask which was which with you telling her before she began talking about one thing or another on the way back home as you ignored her—your mind filled with curiosity of the androids you had just bout and, that if what Kayama said was true, what was so special about them.

Once you had gotten home, the two androids stayed in the car as they waited to be unloaded by two of your own personally helpers around your home who had started towards the car right as you headed inside to see your mother.

Right as you walked inside, it didn't take long for your eyes to land on your mother as it appeared she was off to head off, a suitcase in hand—being the CEO of one of the biggest companies of Musutafu, so she usually had to attend long meetings which usually had you being alone most of the time.

As she walked towards youz you began to speak, "Mom–"

"Oh, (First Name), you're back!" She interrupted, "Did you find two Persodroids you like?"

"Ah, yes, I did."

"Wonderful!"

"But why di–"

"I have to go, I'm going to be late for my flight if I don't head out now." She stated, "I'll be back in a week."

"Oh . . ." You had almost forgotten she had a week-long meeting to handle and that her flight left today.

She placed her hand on the top of your head, "Love you, have fun with your new toys." With those words, she soon left you to your own as you watched as she walked through the door right as the two guys bringing in the boxed androids made their way inside.

"Where do you want these?"

You glanced at both of the men carrying the large boxes, appearing to be internally struggling though not saying anything, "You can put them down in the living room."

The two men nodded as they headed into the living room. After a few seconds, they soon came back into the lobby before heading back out to handle what they had originally been doing before your arrival.

Making sure you were alone and seeing as Uraraka had left to handle her regular maid duties for the time being, you soon made your way into the living room. Spotting the two large boxes on the ground, you walked towards them before stopping once you had gotten in front of one of them. Bending down, you opened both of the boxes, revealing the two androids.

As you looked at them, you wondered how you turned them on . . .

Looking around, you soon found a piece of paper inside one of the boxes. Grabbing it, it was obvious directions on how to turn them on. It appeared you'd have to press the little button on their necks—simple really.

Hesitantly, you pressed the button on both of their necks. At first, it did nothing so you were about to press it again since you thought that maybe you hadn't pressed it hard or long enough for it to process your actions; however, the one dubbed Tsuyu's eyes snapped open followed by Hatsume's before they slowly began to rise up from the boxes.

The sudden action of them sitting up caused you to scoot back as you stared at them with somewhat wide eyes. It was a little off-putting with how realistic they looked aside from their mouths, of course.

You continued to stare over at them silently with your eyes still a bit wide and a bead of sweat on your cheek, taking notice of their eyes appearing to glow with a "processing" symbol. Though their eyes soon reverted to more normal-looking ones—Hatsume's still a bit odd-looking though—after a few more seconds as they began to scan the room, soon stopping on your form.

Tsuyu was the first one to speak—her voice perfectly human even with the odd speaker mouth, "I'm Tsuyu Asui. But you can call me Tsu."

"I am Hatsume Mei!" Hatsume said directly after, her voice relatively normal as well, "Who are you?"

"Uh . . ." You paused for a moment, "(L-Last Name) (First Name)."

Both of their eyes seemed to turn into the "processing" symbol before reverting back to the more regular eyes.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, (Last Name)-chan. We are your Personal Androids or 'Persodroids' for short." They said in unison though Hatsume's was a bit more excited sounding, "Basically, we are your android friends."

"Android friends?"

"Yes!" Hatsume started. If she had a normal mouth, you were sure she'd have a smile on her face, "We will do anything and everything with you!"

"As long as you keep us charged that is." Tsuyu came in, her voice not as enthused as Hatsume's, as she placed an oversized finger to her speaker mouth.

"Our batteries last for three days on average while running on a full charge." Hatsume stated, "We can also function while being charged!"

"I see."

"You don't talk much, do you?" She asked.

"She doesn't seem like the type." Tsuyu answered for you as she studied you.

"I–"

"You have such a nice house, (Last Name)!" Hatsume said as she glanced around the living room, her eyes switching to that of computer-animated 8-bit sparkles.

"Yes, it'd really nice." Today agreed.

"Are you rich or something?!" Hatsume turned her gaze back to you.

"Uh, you could say that."

"Wow, that's so cool!"

"I agree." Tsuyu came in as she began to gaze about the lavishly furnished living room herself, "It must be nice having such a lot of money."

You frowned, "I guess."

As you silently stared at the two "Persodroids" who looked at your house in complete amazement (Hatsume more so), you couldn't pinpoint what was exactly so "special" about them. They looked exactly like all the other androids that littered that store, and you were sure they function the same as the others as well.

You wondered if there was a way to shut them off, you were sure there was. After all, you didn't care too much about them and had only got them because of what had been said to you as well as Uraraka being very adamant about you getting one . . .

But at the same time, you were still quite curious about these "Persodroids" as well as curious if they'd eventually show you how special they truly were or if what Mrs. Kayama had told you had been a bunch of bull just to get you to buy them.

So for the time being, you'd allow these "Persodroids" to continue to run—you watching them closely to see if what the owner of the store had said to you was actually true or not through the passing week. And who knows, maybe they may actually grow on you though you highly doubted that.

However, with the days to come with the passing week, you weren't expecting the two androids to slowly do just that. In the end, a small friendship between the three of you was destined to begin in that short amount of time . . .

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arigatouiris · 4 years ago

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the ghosthunter of nekoma // kenma kozume — 01

Author’s Note: A long break of absence, but fret not! This is a short series inspired by Noragami ofc, and because Kenma is a sweetie. Let me know what you think of this! The chapters aren’t going to too long thank goodness lmao. Also, I’m on Quotev! I post a lot more of my fics on there, so if any of you want the link, hmu! Let me know what you think! :”)

Word count: 2k

Pairing: Ghosthunter! Kenma Kozume x Hanyou! Reader

Summary: Ever since you were born, things weren't going your way. Being able to jump in and out of your body as a spirit might have sounded cool in theory, but in reality, you were just target practice for other spirits to take advantage of. Just when you thought you could get accustomed to living a regular life, meeting the ghosthunter of Nekoma turned your life around to a complete 360.

Warnings: unrequited love, slow burn, one-sided crush, slight angst, pining, crackhead reader, ghosts, supernatural stuff, alternate universe, haikyuu manga spoilers, fluff

c h a p t e r - o n e this is not a meet cute.

There were over nine million people in Tokyo. However, only a handful of them was unfortunate enough to be called hanyou.

You were one of those unfortunate souls.

The night was pitch-black and moonless on the day you were born. There was no heavy gust of wind, there was no storm—the lights were out at your grandmother's home, you were apparently upside down inside your mother's uterus, a sign that things were not normal, and yet, the worst part of it all was how you were perceived after you were born.

Not a sound out of you; you were born asleep. Almost as if the world's chaos did nothing to wake your soul. You were sleeping so soundly, one could wonder what even caused the birth. Were you sleeping because you were content? Were you sleeping because you were aware of what the world was to offer you?

It was three years later did they realize why. It was because you could see spirits, and you could exit your own body as a spirit, whenever you pleased. While this new ability proved to be interesting indeed, the maiden from your mother's shrine convinced you that this power was evil. A human being was not to exit their body whenever they pleased, the spirit world was not to be accessed like that, it was not a welcome area and they definitely did not welcome tourists. While you believed they were marking your ability as something you had to fear, it only worked when they told you about ghosthunters.

Ghosthunters lived to exterminate the living world of ghosts. As simple as this job sounded, its similarities to exorcism scared you since you had the ability to become a ghost whenever you pleased. It wasn't that you could control this ability really well, only when you're allowed to use an ability could you learn to control it, however, the maiden from the shrine did assist in keeping this unfortunate ability of yours under wraps. Tying a sacred magatama around your wrist was one way, which you were specially allowed to wear despite being in school. So, whatever the fear was, as long as the magatama was around your wrist, you were just a regular human being.

You laughed and lived through your middle school years, avoiding the area of sports because you couldn't dare displace the beaded bracelet around your wrist. Despite it all, despite your unfortunate ability that you were forced not to ever use, you were happy—a teenager living the life of a teenager, away from any ghosthunter that might deem you a threat.

Apparently, hanyou were not particularly welcome by the ghosthunter race. They weren't a race per se, but the spiritual affinity that hanyou had despite being human beings was something that they considered impure, and anything impure needed to be severed. It wasn't that they were allowed to kill hanyou for just being hanyou, but they were indeed allowed to sever your ties with the spirit world; and because your grandmother, the Miko of the shrine your mother had belonged to before marriage, had never told you about what this severing would do to your psyche, you were cautious enough to listen to her about wearing the magatama around your wrist at all costs.

You were thankful that she did tell how of how vengeful spirits might take advantage of your hanyou self, and jump into your body when you were out and make use of this chance to wreak havoc. The thought of an external spirit inhabiting your body made you nauseous even as a child, so following a cautious lifestyle was rather stringent for you.

Everything was fine and dandy until your third day in Nekoma high school.

Your new friend, Katagiri Mimi, had a desperately pathetic crush on one of the volleyball players and had forced you along to the gym to watch them play. Despite having a strict rule to never go within ten yards of any sport, Mimi-chan was rather forceful that day since Morisuke-senpai was just amazing at everything he did. Perhaps, you were standing too close to where they were playing that you didn't realize a ball was approaching your head. Perhaps, your habit of playing with the beads around your wrist finally had the beads snapping exactly at the moment you needed them most.

Perhaps, it was fate that it happened the way it did; you could never tell.

"(y/n)-chan!" Mimi screeched, but you could see her.

You stared at her as she looked down and screamed at what looked like your body. You let out a terrifying sigh at the sight of the broken magatama, before wondering what your grandmother would say at how easily your soul slipped out of your body right then. You tried to remember how you would jump back into your body as a child, but seeing your unconscious body right then gave you full access to how your hair actually looked like from another person's point of view. It was tempting to stay outside for just a few moments longer, but it was then a person's gaze burned so hard into your soul that you froze.

People weren't supposed to see you.

Yes, you remembered this fact quite clearly. Only spirits could see spirits. And since you were a spirit right then, that meant only spirits could see you.

You gulped. There was one other race that could see you in your spirit form.

You looked up toward the volleyball net and noticed two cat-like eyes glaring at your form, eyes wide and gaze sharp, boring into your skull. Your breath was stuck in your throat as this boy glared the daylight out of you, making you wonder what in the world was going on but the answer was screaming into your face as you watched how his gaze was unwavering. Yes, only spirits could see spirits, but...

...so could ghosthunters.

Taking a deep breath, you jumped on your body but failed to enter yourself again. Mimi was crying now, and the entire volleyball team had huddled around your unconscious form. You had no idea what to do, but this blond boy's gaze had petrified you to the spot. What the hell should I do!? You screamed within your own mind before thinking of the least rational yet the only idea your mind could come up with.

You turned to the possible ghosthunter and screamed, "What the hell should I do?!"

His eyes widened just a tad bit before he looked away, almost as if he no longer could see you. You knew he was just ignoring you, you knew he was doing this just to make sure your spirit self stayed out of your body so that when everyone was away, he could come to chop you into little ghost pieces and end your miserable life. You were shaking now, and you were certain that your lower lip was quivering.

"Come on, ghosthunter-kun! I have no idea how to get back to my body!"

"Take her to the infirmary." The ghosthunter said, lowly, before everyone agreed.

A tall pale-haired individual picked you up, but you were right there. The entire volleyball team seemed to disperse, as one first-year whose name you remembered began with an 'I' started to apologize profusely. Mimi's crying could be heard all over the corridor, and now you were alone with the ghosthunter.

"You really can't hear me or—"

In one quick movement, you were pinned to the ground with something cold and sharp on your neck. As a spirit, you wouldn't feel things hit you but you could feel this boy touch you, pin you to the ground, and his weird looking tiny katana was pressing to your neck. You were scared it was drawing blood. Your eyes welled up with tears and he paused, just for a moment, before narrowing his eyes.

"I should kill you before you change my mind."

"W-What?" You were crying, just great, "What makes you think I can change your mind?! Y-You're practically pressing this baby katana to my neck!"

His eyebrow twitched with apparent annoyance, "It's a tanto."

"O-Okay..." You cried, tears leaking out of your eyes.

He looked at you as you cried, your cries increasing with intensity with each passing second. He was actually a tad bit cute if you looked closer, his hair was a funny shade, but it suited him strangely. He was wearing the Nekoma practice jersey and even though he was sweaty, he looked like he could snap you in half like a twig, despite the tiny frame he adorned so well. While his features were screaming at you, your heart was palpitations, even though you were sure you had no heart. A moment later, he pulled the tanto away before releasing you. You cried harder now, before sitting back up.

"You really have no idea how to get back to your body?"

You shook your head, "Are you really a ghosthunter?"

He chose to ignore you. "They'll think you're dead, you know. It was just a volleyball that hit your head. You should get back."

You stared at him in awe, "Aren't you supposed to kill me?"

He offered you a cheeky grin before saying, "I kill ghosts that threaten peace. The most you can threaten is a fly."

While you knew you had to feel offended by his remark, what you felt was absolute elation. You stood up right away, fighting the urge to hug this ghosthunter for sparing your life before you saw the tanto vanishing from his hands. You were confused as to what a ghosthunter was doing in the middle of Tokyo, especially in a school like Nekoma, but those questions were for later.

"Do you have any idea what I can do?"

He shrugged before looking at you nonchalantly, "Nope. You're lucky I found you, if it was any other ghosthunter, things would have been different."

While you were indeed curious as to what 'different' meant, since your grandmother never had explicitly told you what the fate of hanyou were at the hands of ghosthunters, you knew you had to get back to your body. Mimi was quite practically terrified of volleyballs by now, and her crush on Morisuke-senpai would have been entirely eradicated from the blatant display of how weak your composition was. However, just as you walked away, you felt the ghosthunter clear his throat.

"It's not safe for you," He said, "To be the way you are."

Your eyes widened at what he said before biting your lower lip, convincing yourself that speaking to your grandmother was your best bet before doing literally anything else. You walked toward the infirmary where your body was, and the entire volleyball team stood outside waiting to hear about your fate. While the school nurse did confusedly tell them you were breathing fine and were simply unconscious and even she couldn't understand why you weren't waking up.

You held your own hand before shutting your eyes and feeling warm all of a sudden. A moment later, you woke up.

"(y/n)-chan! Oh my god!"

Mimi crushed you with a hug, and everyone cheered. However, your heart was the one that felt a little bit broken. It's not safe for me? What does he mean? You stared at your now empty wrist before feeling for the first time that your grandmother had conveniently missed out on telling you something.

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hetalia-nordic-trash · 4 years ago

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The Heart Gambit (Dennor): 3-One-Way Screen

Word count: 1,480

Summary: Mathias and Lukas look for Emil after he ditched them. Will Mathias be able to apologize to Lukas and get to know him better?

Author's Note: Yay next chapter! Sorry, it's a little late...again. I've had a lot of school work so I try to write these whenever I have time. I hope you like this chapter and do leave me some feedback so I can keep getting better!

Warning: Brief mention of Blood

Previous: 2-The Arbiter

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Mathias followed Lukas out the door, who was still rubbing his elbow from the fall. It took Mathias a bit before he figured that he should go after him and took off out of the bar after paying his tab. Lukas was quickly walking past shops and heading towards a nearby park.

"Hey wait!' Mathias called out, jogging to catch up to him.

Lukas peaked over his shoulder picked up his pace when he spotted Mathias. Mathias easily caught up to him and started following at Luka's side. They walked silently through the park for what seemed to be the world's longest minute before Lukas broke the awkward silence.

"I can't talk right now I'm looking for my brother. Besides, why would I want to talk to you?" Lukas huffed.

Mathias looked away.

"I...yeah... I get that. But I'm looking for him too! Emil totally ditched me back there!"

"What the hell was he doing hanging out with you?" Lukas asked, stopping dead in tracks.

"We were grabbing drinks when he left right before you showed up!"

"Right before...Damn it!" Lukas pinched the bridge of his nose and leaned up against a nearby tree.

"He's always doing this! Trying to set me up with people because he thinks I need to 'socialize' or whatever. Honestly, he's either waiting nearby because he knew I'd figure it out, or he's back at the hotel waiting for me that dumb smug grin-" Lukas paused, and started patting his at his pockets.

"No....no... no no no! Shit!" Lukas cried. "I don't have my hotel key! Now I actually have to... ugh!".

"Look I'm sorry that Emil dragged you into this mess but I really don't feel like dealing with you right now so feel free to go about your business and pretend this never happened. Though, I also wouldn't be surprised if you used this in some kind of insane 'ad campaign' against me or whatever you do for extra cash nowadays."

Mathias took a breath to respond, but couldn't find the right words despite his best efforts. Lukas rolled his eyes and started walking away.

"Wait!" Mathias called, grabbing Lukas by the shoulder. But he must've grabbed Lukas a little too hard because he pulled him so close their chests almost touched.

"Oh sorry...sorry! I wanted to say I'm sorry!" Mathias managed to blurt out.

Lukas was in the middle of shoving Mathias's arm off of him but stopped at the sound of Mathias's admittedly awful apology.

Mathias pulled his hand away and felt a little heat rise to his cheeks.

"I...look I know I come off as an asshole and it's fair of you to think that...I'm an asshole....but I want you to know that a lot of it's because I'm trying to keep up a kinda image thing. I mean... I wasn't at first...but lately, I just don't feel like it's me anymore...ANYWAY! sorry that was loud but I'm sorry for the interview....what I said...I don't actually think you're a no-life nerd or anything like that...they just wanted me to-"

"Alright! Um...it's ok. Don't hurt yourself."

Mathias finally took a look at Lukas's face and saw that he was completely flustered. His face was bright red and he was desperately trying not to make eye contact with him. Mathias felt his heart skip a beat.

"Look, I forgive you...I guess. And if you want to come with me to help me find my dumb brother ... you can... just don't be weird." Lukas said, taking a step back.

Mathias beamed.

"Aw sweet! Let's go then!" Mathias yelled, dragging Norway by the arm further into the park.

"OK, YOU'RE BEING WEIRD!" Lukas cried out as he tried to keep up.

"Emil! Come out come out wherever you are! Lukas and I are the bestest of buddies now!"

"No, we're not!!!"

Mathias dragged Emil all over the park screaming Emil's name. It didn't take long for Lukas to pulls his hand away from Mathias so he could stop and catch his breath.

"We've been at this... forever!... He's clearly not here!..." Lukas said, between breaths.

Mathias raised an eyebrow.

"We've only been looking for 5 minutes."

"5 minutes!?" he cried, kneeling on the ground.

"Dude...I know I said I felt bad for calling you a 'no-life loser', but .... when's the last time you've run?"

"Shut up!"

Lukas stood up and dusted himself off, face flushed from running. If Mathias's heart wasn't going to jump out of his chest before, it certainly was now. Lukas just looked so ... uh... nice... when he was flustered. Not cute or anything! Certainly not that!

"Look if we're going to find him we're doing it at my way! So no more dragging me around! We'll just walk normally!" Lukas said in a bit of a huff.

"Aw! But it was so much fun!" he said with a playful pout.

"God, you're such a child. Just follow me." Lukas said, taking the lead.

"Ok then!"

The two walked silently for a while. Mathias took in the sights of the park. The sun was beginning to set and he watched as the sky was starting to turn pink and orange. The last light of day was showering the whole world in warm golden hues. He looked over at Lukas. The golden hour light made his eyes shine and his skin looked like it was glowing. Mathias felt sick to his stomach. It couldn't be the dreaded "L" word, could it? No...it couldn't. He was just some...guy. AND he just met him. There was no way! But there was just something about Lukas. His bright eyes, his messy blond hair, and... Mathias noticed that Lukas had a little bit of a scowl. His smile. Mathias desperately wanted to see Lukas smile. But even for all of that, he couldn't place why being around him made his heart beat a little more. He huffed. Lukas would never in a million years have any kind of feelings towards him besides "low-level-tolerance". So why couldn't he Lukas out of his head!

He felt his shoe hit a crack in the sidewalk. He stumbled forward and crashed onto the ground hard.

"Ow!"

"How the hell did you miss that crack!? It's huge! Did you lose your last two brain cells earlier or something?" Lukas asked, crossing his arms.

Mathias grinned. He rolled onto his back and placed his hand on his chest.

"Oh god! This is the end for me! I'm dying!" he cried, dramatically.

"God, can you be any louder? You're acting like a child," Lukas reached his hand out to Mathias. "Here. Just get up!"

Denmark stuck his hand out, purposely make it shakey, as if he were an old man. Mathias felt his face heat up again. He couldn't let Lukas see! He grabbed Lukas's hand and attempted to pull him to the ground next to him. This was a bad call, as all Mathais managed to do was pull Lukas right on top of him.

"Ah!"

Lukas's head crashed right into his own, and Mathias felt a sharp pain in his forehead by his hairline. Mathias felt Lukas's chest on his own, the warmth would've made him blush like mad, but the pain in his forehead was getting worse.

"Ow! My teeth! What the hell was that for!?" Lukas said with his hand over his mouth.

Lukas looked up at Mathias and jumped. Mathias pressed his hand to his hand where the pain was.

"What!?" Mathias pulled his hand away. It was covered in bright red blood.

"DUDE DID YOU JUST BITE MY HEAD???"

"YOU'RE THE ONE WHO PULLED ME ONTO YOU LIKE A MANIAC!!!"

Lukas pushed himself off of Mathias and got up.

"You seriously need medical attention! We should get you to the hospital!" Lukas cried, helping Mathias to his feet.

"No way!" Mathias yelled. "If I go to the hospital the press will just eat it up! It'll be all over the news that you took a bite out of my head like a zombie!"

Mathias desperately tried to covered his cut with his hands.

"Well, you need some kind of medical help! Come on! I'm pretty sure I have bandages or something back at the hotel room."

"Good because I don't think I have anything like that at mine."

"God, how do you even function?"

"Wait...I....I can't go back to your room!" Mathias said, blushing and turning away. "What if someone sees me there! Then we're right back to square one! Plus that kinda embarrassing!"

"How is that embarrassing? We're both adults. We'll just use the back entrance or something. Look this is the last offer. Let me help you or I'll leave you here to bleed out!"

"Ok geez! Let's hurry tho! It's getting all over my clothes!"

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Next Chapter: 4-Treat me like a Fool

a/n: I'm so excited to be writing this! Poor Denmark! He got hurt this time! I hope he gets better soon! I’m going to take this time to plug my non-hetalia work “ Intro to Love ” about a college student who struggles to keep her superpowers a secret and while making new friends. How much of her normal life will she give up to save her friends from a mysterious villain that drains students’ brains and turns them into zombies? The complete Chapter 1 is out NOW! And Chapter 2.1-'The last of the Good Days' will be out soon!

Thanks again for reading! Send some feedback my way! Can’t wait to continue this story!

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