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megumisbimbo · 3 years

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- Twelve -

megumi fushiguro x reader

genre: fluff, slight angst

summary: (y/n) was nothing special. A human being who had no idea that curses walked the same earth they walked. But then they locked eyes with Megumi Fushiguro. Can Fushiguro focus on the task ahead or will he be distracted by the king of curses and his new love interest?

series masterlist

Credit for the main storyline and characters goes to Gege Akutami.

taglist: @aspenss @kitkozume @vanilnya20 @micheleinumaki @yuuji-supremacy @tobi—o

the songs are indicated throughout the story at certain points!

songs used:

kazino - BIBI

— kazino - BIBI —

A grueling month of training and preparation passes. Megumi’s confession weighing heavy on your mind everyday. Practices with him became easier as you managed to grasp the movements and techniques Maki diligently taught you. You couldn’t thank her enough for making you stronger. You’re reminded of the compliment she gave you, your natural strength refined through her regiments. You didn’t feel ready for the Kyoto exchange, but Megumi’s encouragement made you feel slightly more secure in your ability.

“Don’t worry love, as long as we have you as defense we won’t lose.” He says, his bright eyes full of love and a small smile playing across his slightly blushed face.

His comfort around you has grown, the small touches he used to give turning into tight embraces and short pecks. Thought Megumi doesn’t particularly mind displaying his affection publicly, he treasures the moments he has alone with you. Your soft hand that lands on his cheek, stroking it gently. Your chapstick covered lips meeting his, the scent of cherries filling his nose. You were everything and more to Megumi. He couldn’t lose you, like he lost Yuuji. Yuuji’s death haunted Megumi, the thought of not being able to protect those he cared about when they need him most. But you gave him purpose, a reason to get stronger, a reason to be prepared for an unwanted next time. He was sure the Kyoto exchange would display his improvement, but he was just as eager to see yours. The Kyoto students would not go easy on either of you, and you both knew that, but you were prepared.

With Megumi’s hand in yours, you make your way to the front of the school where Maki, Panda and Inumaki were standing.

“Well hello lovebirds, glad you could join us.” Maki says with a proud smirk.

“You nervous y/n?” Panda asks, sensing your apprehension.

“A bit...but I’m ok.”

You wrap your self around Megumi’s arm burying half your face in his shoulder.

“Why is everyone empty handed?!” Nobara asks, her suitcase and backpack by her side.

“Why do you have your luggage?” Panda asks.

“We’re going to Kyoto right? For the goodwill event IN Kyoto?”

“The goodwill event WITH Kyoto...in Tokyo.”

“YOU’RE JOKING!”

“So that’s why our conversations have been off...”

You giggle at Nobara’s comical misunderstanding.

“Oi..they’re here.”

A group of students around your age walks towards you, each looking more intimidating than the other. Your grip on Megumi’s arm tightened. Noticing your nervous behavior, he interlocks his fingers with yours and gives your hand a gentle squeeze.

“It’ll be ok.” He says, a soft whisper of reassurance making you feel a bit stronger. You had worked hard for this moment, Maki had worked you hard for this moment. There’s no way you could run away now.

“Is this a welcome party?..gross.”

“I don’t see Okkotsu.”

“Would you forget about Okkotsu. Isn’t it too much of a handicap taking on two first years and a newbie with no cursed energy.” The tall robot looking sorcerer, Megumi referred to as Mechamaru says.

“That is irrelevant when it comes to jujutsu sorcery. Especially with Fushiguro, he is a Zen’in after all. I’d say he’s more reliable than the head of the family.”

Your eyes fall on the raven haired boy. His teeth gritted at the sound of being called a Zen’in. You didn’t know much about the Zen’in clan, but you did know Megumi wanted nothing to do with them.

“Hey now! No fighting. Now..where is that idio-“

The Kyoto sensei’s words are cut off as her eyes fall on your shrunken form.

“y/n?...” She asks, her eyes fixated on the familiar glint in yours.

“Um...yes?”

“You look just like her...”

“Sorry?...her?”

Your small exchange is interrupted by Gojo’s loud voice making his presence known.

“HERE I AM!”

He wheels in a large box filled with who knows what. You give Megumi a puzzled look only to receive a shrug in response.

“Looks like everyone’s here! I was actually on a business trip overseas, and I brought some souvenirs for you all!! Not you Utahime!” Gojo-sensei says as he hands out a small tribal doll to the students from Kyoto.

“And for the Tokyo kids!”

The large box pops open startling both you and Megumi. The open box reveals something you could have only dreamt about. Or at least you thought it would only have been a dream.

“It’s the dearly departed Itadori Yuuji!!”

“Ha Gotcha!!”

Your e/c eyes fill with tears as you stare at the face of your apparently alive friend. You thought you would never see him again. You had suffered through months of tears, months of sitting in your bed refusing to eat or drink. Months of being in Megumi’s arms sobbing into the collar of his cotton t-shirt. How could he be here? This must be a sick dream. But the way Megumi clings to you, the harsh grip he has on your hand, proves that this is no dream. Yuuji was in fact, standing in front of you alive and well.

“...how..” You utter, the tears collecting on your lash line refusing to fall.

“Sensei! They don’t looks happy at all!” Yuuji blares, the familiar voice sending chills up and down your spine.

Megumi’s hand loosens slightly as he guides you toward the box Yuuji was still standing in. Nobara kicks the box slightly startling the pink haired boy.

“You got anything to say?” She asks, small tears collecting in her eyes as well.

“Uhhh sorry for not telling you I was alive?”

“Yeah you should be sorry..” You say, your voice shaky but threatening.

“Y/n I-“

“I don’t want to hear it Yuuji, do you know how long I cried, how painful it was to be reminded every day that I’d never get to see you again. But here you are!! Just fine!! Nothing wrong at all! I understand how it would be dangerous to tell everyone...but me? Why couldn’t you have just told me? Just given me an ounce of relief? How could you Yuuji..” You turn your face onto Megumi’s arm, the sleeve of his jacket collecting the tears that never fell. Megumi’s hand comes to your head stroking the top lovingly.

“Y/n..there wasn’t a day that went by...that I didn’t think about you. I missed you so much, I really did. I had to keep it a secret..you know I would have run to you if I could..you know that right?”

“I don’t really know anything right now.” You say, your hand slipping out of Megumi’s as you walk away from the trio.

What were you supposed to think? Suddenly your best friend is back..the Kyoto sensei giving you weird looks and saying you remind her of...her? Who’s she? How were you supposed to feel. This was all just too much for one day. You contemplated dropping out of the exchange, curling up in your bed and sleeping the awful moment away...but something in you refused. You knew, Yuuji would never purposefully hurt you, not after what you two had been through. You will stay, you will fight, and you will find the answers. Nothing can stop you now. Not when you’ve worked this hard. This isn’t for Yuuji anymore, not even for Megumi. This is for you, only you, and you were gonna make that obvious.

a/n: wow…that took so long to put out omg. but there it is you guys !! the first part of the series is over ! i might just revisit this because i left it on a cliffhanger and i have so many more ideas about this book but for now here you go ! thank you so much for sticking with me for so long and i apologize for the lack of updates towards the end. i love you all so much <3

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pigspeetsandhooflikefeets · 3 years

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(Crown) THAT FAMILY PIC WITH BUZZ AND HIS SIBS IS SO CUTE WAAAAA,,, its so perfect and I LOVE how much character you give Buzz and his sibs,, its Amazing and I Love It So Much,, plus bees go brbrbrbrbrr... all in all 10/10, would bee again.

I just had to make sure all their names were picked with a reason!

Buzz is the sound a fully grown bee makes. Buzz is the oldest

Berry is the oldest stage of a plant. Berry is the oldest triplet

Blossom is the middle stage of a fruit bearing flower. Blossom is the middle child in both general and the triplets

Bibi means doll/toy. Bibi is also baby talk. For 9 years she was the baby of the family.

Buddy stems from the word 'bud' which is the youngest stage of a fruiting flower. Buddy is a brood, which is a baby bee

Cuz like, easily I could have picked the easiest first b-names I thought or or named the triplets generic girl names, but I REALLY wanted Buzz's sorta weird name to blend in. It's like how I've seen people who hc the Champ'd Up host [if they follow the hc that they're related] to be alongside Cookie's dessert name, like Gingersnap or [chocolate] Chip. Gotta keep Jackbox weird.

also designing children who are meant to exist in the 90s was fun

#without his star shaped sunglasses Buzz just looks like a kind young man who tutors kids at the library #which I guess IS Buzz's aesthetic in a way- he's just mean #in a tough love kinda way #like i mean come ON if Buzz literally has his sisters in the booth during one of the Jack Attack he likes his fam #👑 anon #anonymous #jacketybox mumbles #you Get me crown anon

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yansi1923 · 4 years

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Imagine being through so much that you get named

'The Tragedy Queen'.

Meena Kumari (born Mahjabeen Bano; 1 August 1933 – 31 March 1972) was an Indian film actress and poet, who worked in Hindi films. Popularly known as The Tragedy Queen. She was active between 1939 and 1972. Kumari was described by critics as a "historically incomparable" actress of Hindi cinema. In a career spanning 33 years, she starred in about 92 films such as Sahib Bibi Aur Ghulam, Pakeezah, Mere Apne, Aarti, Baiju Bawra, Parineeta, Dil Apna Aur Preet Parai, Foot Path, Dil Ek Mandir and Kaajal.

AKA Tragedy Queen, Manju, Meenaji, Chinese Doll, Female Guru Dutt, Cinderella of Indian films.

Three weeks after the release of Pakeezah, Meena Kumari became seriously ill. On 28 March 1972, she was admitted to St Elizabeth's Nursing Home.

She went into coma two days later and died shortly afterwards on 31 March 1972. She was 38 years old. The cause of her death was determined to be liver cirrhosis. As per her husband's wish, she was buried at Rehmatabad Cemetery, located at Narialwadi, Mazagaon, Mumbai. Kumari requested the following prose for her tombstone: "She ended life with a broken fiddle, with a broken song, with a broken heart, but not a single regret." As per his wish, upon his death on 11 February 1993 in Mumbai, her husband was buried next to her.

(My family says that I have got her eyes. Isn't she beautiful?)

#im cryin #holy fuck #aesthetic #beyou #cursed image #i mean #im sorry #meena kumari #indian #beautiful #actress

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vertoludum · 3 years

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i like old things. whenever i'm gifted with or buy something new, there's a period of getting acquainted with it, of wearing it down until it's familiar and safe. new objects are strangers, and i need to know them before i'm truly comfortable around them. i still have the first toy i ever got, and my family constantly asks me why i keep wearing the same decades old backpack.

my grandma got me a new pair of converses, and i appreciate the gesture and having shoes that i could wear to places where my worn down ones would be inappropriate (if i ever need to be somewhere like that). but they're not comforting, nor soft, they haven't been around my feet for years yet, so they're never my first choice.

one of my keychains is a little guitar i got as a birthday gift from a classmate in seventh grade. whenever i realize i still have it, 8 years later, i wonder if that would be surprising to them or not. we haven't talked since we finished middle school, and i admit i didn't keep it because of the connection to them. i just kept it, and now it's a friend. there was never any reason for me to get rid of it, and i just keep adding new keychains to the bunch whenever i end up getting one.

i do realize that this relates to being a mild hoarder, but, since i very rarely buy anything new, it's not that big of a problem. after all, i just keep the same things i've had forever and don't get any more, instead of replacing them. which is why i feel entitled to the sadness that came when my father told me he threw away my old toys at his house. it'd have been better if he had donated them, though it'd still hurt a little, but he just threw them away. i remember a lot of them, and maybe it's just due to having been a lonely child, but they were truly my first and only friends for a long time. there was a wooden horse named phillip (after belle's horse in beauty and the beast), and a yellow marionette of an ostrich, and a doll that used to be almost as big as me, with plastic limbs and head, a rag torso and curly, short, almost neon red hair, called bibi. i don't think about it that often, but it's a bit saddening when i do.

and now, more than ever, i'm surrounded only by those old, familiar things. before, there used to be some contact with people at university or on the subway, or with my flatmate's furniture. now i live alone, and there's just me and my things, all the time. and it's fine. i know all of them and all of them know me. sure, there's the stuff i had to buy when i moved, but they're coming along nicely.

part of me wishes there wasn't the temporary discomfort of new objects before we got acquainted, but in truth i don't know if my old ones would bring me so much mutual understanding and familiarity if it was so. and it isn't really that bad. they always get old enough.

#my own writing #it's 4am and i'm Reflecting™

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lonelypond · 4 years

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Nico Attacks: A Campfire Tale, Chapter 3

NicoMaki, NozoEli, Love Live, 1.6K, 3/4

Eli and Umi make their separate ways back to camp while Maki's night of adventure continues.

And Then There Was One

Eli was concentrating on holding Vik’s hand tightly, but not too tightly as they made their way back to camp, focusing on the flashlight beam, forcing herself not to see out of the tunnel vision, not to hear the noises, focusing on how cute Vik looked, wolf ears bobbing as they happily chattered about how much fun camping was.

And then there was a brighter light ahead and a silhouette Eli would know anywhere. “Nozomi!”

“Mommy!” Vik ran toward Nozomi, who hefted them up easily with one arm. Nozomi might look soft, but Eli had always been impressed by her strength, both physical and emotional.

“Hi!” Nozomi’s voice was the warmth and bright Eli needed right now and she hurried to get in on the hug. “Missed you.”

A family moment and then Nozomi put Vik back down, “Why don’t you go find Teddy and tell her what you and Aunt Nico did.”

“Okay.”

Vik disappeared through the trees and then Nozomi snapped off the flashlight, causing Eli to freeze like ice had suddenly coalesced around her.

“Nozomi.” Eli couldn’t keep the whine out of her voice, “Turn that back on.”

“But Eli, you’re so cute when you’re clingy.”

“Nozomi!” Eli kept her hands behind her back, she’d learned long ago it was risky to reach for her wife when Nozomi was in this impish, playful mood, “Did you know Nico was going to this?”

Nozomi’s response was a giggle as she stepped closer to Eli, her hand reaching for Eli’s waist.

“But Maki’s having fun isn’t she?”

“I’m not.” Eli grumbled.

“You could be.”

“Nozomi.” Eli could feel the thrill, at war with the embarrassment and the fear. In the dark, she couldn’t see the dare in Nozomi’s eye, but it was a familiar mood. And they’d been busy, and not really had enough time for each other, Nozomi’s hands had just found that spot, and Eli could only feel Nozomi and not the tree at her back.

“You’re lovely,” Nozomi whispered and Eli reached forward to grab the steadiest support in her world.

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“Caught.” Umi stated matter-of-factly as she lifted the net near Maki’s shoulder.

“Can you get this off me?”

Umi considered. The wind howled again, sounding even more artificial than 30 seconds ago. Then there was a weighted, expectant silence, long enough for Umi to pull out her clasp knife again and suddenly speakers blasted from everywhere, Maki and Umi and Eli’s Soldier Game singles vocal tracks amplified loud enough to make the leaves still clinging fall. But it wasn’t right. Maki frowned, her hands pulling at the netting, wanting to rip a hole so she could find the speakers and demolish them.

“That doesn’t sound...right.”

“It’s not...Nico-chan remixed it,” Maki’s voice was thin with anger, “She took the damn songs and transposed them into a major key. And picked up the tempo.”

“Why?”

Maki hissed, “She’s making it ‘cuter.’”

Umi froze, and then laughter roared out. “Hits you where it hurts.”

“My ears?” Maki raised her hands, the netting making the gesture slow.

“Your ego.”

“I don’t have an ego. This isn’t subjective in any way. There’s the songs the way I composed them and now, there’s the songs Nico’s bastardized.”

Umi held up her knife, sliding it under a string. And then, as Maki made encouraging sounds, Umi pulled the knife out, stepped back, and flipped it shut with a grand gesture.

“This really seems like a private marital squabble.”

“UMI!”

Umi nodded her head, “Yes, I think it’s time for the Diamond Princess to be rescued by her Ruby Rogue.”

“C’mon, Umi, don’t do this.”

“Thank Nico for the stimulating evening.”

“UMI!”

And with a bow, Umi wandered off, toward the main cabin, whistling “Cutie Panther.”

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Laughter really was the cure for fright, Umi thought as she chuckled at the memory of Nico’s antics over the years, from the haunted doll set up in the club room to this. Always impressive attention to details. Nico had just started directing music videos. She was going to be really good at it, Umi realized. Now low drifts of mist rose around Umi from the creek to her left. Umi knelt her keychain flashlight shining on melting chunks of dry ice. Nico was close. Umi turned the light off and waited, listening.

A low groan started, rising in volume. Not Nico. She would have done a better job of disguising her voice and stretching out scary thrills. This was light, fast, silly...definitely Rin. Umi crept forward cautiously, waiting to trigger the opening act for whatever Nico had roped Rin into. With a loud crack, a branch swung, clearing two feet over where Maki’s head would have been (she’d gained 2 cm on Eli). Timed to the crack, a short ghost jumped at Umi.

“BOO!”

Umi laughed and put a hand on Rin’s shoulder, “Hi, Rin.”

“HEY! You’re supposed to be scared. You’re also supposed to be Maki.” Rin crossed her arms over, catching some of the folds of the sheet scattered with flourescents as she did. Nico must have a black light set up.

“Left Maki in the net.”

Rin thought about that for a few seconds, and then went to push past Umi, “I have to see that.”

Umi shook her head, “She’s probably out by now and looking for Nico.”

“Shoulda gotten a picture.”

“Who says I didn’t?”

“Let me see.”

“First, we get back to camp.” Umi glanced at her watch, also fluorescent under the black light, “It’s time for Kaito to go to bed. Kotori will indulge him.”

“We’re camping, Umi.”

“Routines are important.”

“Boo. Bedtimes are boring.”

“You have a child not a curfew, Rin.”

“You’ve never closed down anything in your life.”

“Just this conversation. Let’s go.” Umi had decoded Nico’s trail sign and set off for camp.

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Maki wanted earplugs. This was the worst thing yet, this loop of Soldier Game and Bibi songs, twisted just enough to be annoying. Not even earplugs, she wanted to be a turtle, and pull her head in her shell, and just sit here and wait it out until Nico was bored or exhausted or out of ideas. But Nico was never out of ideas. That was part of the fascination, how Nico could hop with quicksilver speed from wild thought to weirder inspiration and still stay so solidly grounded as wife, mother, and professional. It was dizzying sometimes, but Nico always made sure they landed safely somewhere, usually bed.

Maki grimaced. It was too early for that thought, she was annoyed at Nico, not hot for Nico. Okay, always hot for Nico but there was definitely going to be a phase where she refused to admit it. Maki pulled at the netting, it still refused to just tear. She dropped to her knee, the edges were slightly weighted, but with careful movements, Maki managed to work it over her head. Shaking it off as she stood, she reoriented herself. Umi had left the camping lantern. There was nothing but trees and woody shadows to be seen as far as its light shone. Unless Nico had decided to impersonate a dryad, she wasn’t lingering to see Maki struggle with the net. Leave the music and run, that had been her strategy. Maybe Umi had stumbled over her.

The adrenaline buzz of a challenge was wearing off. If Maki had those speakers within reach, she’d rip them out of the trees. Umi had gone to the left, but Maki knew by the creek that that trail headed back to camp, which left Maki guessing that to the right would bring her to the cabin. But would it bring her to Nico? Or just more nonsense? Maki sighed, running her fingers through her hair. Still sticky. Once she got to the cabin, Maki was going to lock all the doors and windows, blast music Nico couldn’t stand, and soak for hours. Everyone else could go back to Tokyo.

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“There’s a whole song called "Autumn In New York", Nico. I added it to my set. People LOVE it.”

Honoka’s voice carried through the trees as Rin and Umi approached the camp. But why did she sound like she was on a call with Nico? Neither of them should be fireside right now.

Umi stepped into the light of the campfire, ahead of Rin. Nico was sitting, smug, comfortable, on a camp stool, mug in hand, phone propped on a low table. Rin immediately dodged around Umi and ran for the tent she was sharing with Hanayo, Tora, Dia, and Ruby, giving Nico a thumbs up.

Nico was paying no attention to anyone physically present. “Post a video. Nico wants to see. Maybe from Central Park. It’s pretty there this time of year.”

“Nico.” Umi said sternly. Nico looked up, surprised.

“UMI!” Honoka’s excited tone brought Kotori out of the tent she had claimed for their family.

“Why are you here, Nico? You are supposed to be in the woods…” Umi searched for a word…”shenaniganing. I left Maki in a net. You were going to rescue her.”

“That’s not on my schedule.” Nico sipped.

“What exactly is on your schedule?” Umi glanced down at the phone, where Honoka, her hair now long, was gleefully watching the exchange. Kotori wrapped Umi in a hug, but Umi refused to allow herself to be soothed.

Nico raised her mug, “Maki rescues herself, tears everything out of the trees, and stomps off her anger while Nico has a warming drink.”

Honoka sounded like she was bouncing. “Next year, I want to help you make a haunted house, Nico. How about at the beach? Skeleton mermaids crawling up to the house.”

Umi rubbed her forehead, “Can we get Maki back safe this year, first.”

“Nico has everything handled."

“What’s next?"

“Ooohh, what are you gonna do next?” Honoka sounded like the Ayase twins about to unleash a prank.

Nico grinned, leaning forward, “The best kind of trick.”

“And that is?” Umi let herself relax back into Kotori, exasperation winning.

“A treat.” Nico winked.

A/N: Have been working on three concurrent Poe projects so only a little time for fanfic. What's your Halloween like this strange year? I'm watching ParaNorman with an open text chat.

#NicoMaki #NozoEli #Halloween #pranks #Nishikino Maki #Yazawa Nico #Ayase Eli #Sonoda Umi #Hoshizora Rin #Tojo Nozomi #camping #Soldier Game #Nico Attacks

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crazypyp · 4 years

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The story is down below! :3

Dustin walked in pulling in the rest of his stuff. "Here we are Dustin, you're new home!" Edward said excitedly to the 14 year old. Dustin nodded, pretty quiet. He hasn't spoken in months; not since his dad died. He went up to his new room. He'd be bunking with Eric who'd be his new brother. Of course, he was already seen as a brother in his eyes, but it was weird that it was official now.

Eric, who was sitting on his top bunk, waved at his new brother upon hearing the door open. "Hey Dusty, how ya feeling?" He asked putting his phone down & climbing down to floor level. Dustin said nothing. Only put his stuff down & allowed his chicken to roam free in the house. He went to his bed & laid down in it facing away from the boy.

"I'll take that as a you wanna be left alone, huh?" He said climbing up back to his bed to play with his phone again. "Yell if ya need me-" He said to Dustin. Dustin nodded & thought to himself for a moment. Not on anything particular though. Eric peeked from his bed to see his brother sulking. He wanted to say something, but figured he should be left alone.

Later at dinner, Dustin was only picking at his food & thinking to himself, not even saying a word. The rest of the family sat in silence, looking worried for the poor boy. "So...Dustin...how do you like it here so far?" Snake asked looking at the kid. Dustin shrugged, not saying anything. "Uh, do you wanna talk about anything at all?" Edward asked. Dustin replied with a head shake.

"Do you like it here?" Bibi asked playing with her doll. Dustin replied with a nod. He loved it there, he just wished that his reason for living there wasn't so...heart destroying. The whole family was quick to treat Dustin like their own, even if he still doesn't see them as that way yet. He silently got up & walked to his room without saying a word to anyone.

Dustin curled up on his bed & silently cried to himself, covering his entire face in his turtleneck. The door slowly opened as a figure walked in to look at him. Snake had come to check on the boy & see if he was alright. Dustin turned around & uncovered his face to see who is was. When he figured out who is was, he did a weak wave. The past few months, this week in particular, has been exhausting for him.

"Miss your dad, huh?" Snake asked walking up to the boy. Dustin nodded, sitting up. "Wanna talk about it?" He shook his head. It was clear he was crying. Snake sighed & sat next to him. "Alright, I know. You're sad & hurt." He said to him. "I get it, you lost someone who has raised you for years & that's soul crushing to know of..." He said. Dustin nodded along to the conversation. "I know it hurts now, but you gotta stay strong, okay? Just like your dad probably wanted you to do." Snake said putting a hand on his shoulder.

"I-I...I just wanted to say goodbye one last time..." Dustin said finally speaking up for the first time since his dad's funeral. "I understand that..." Snake said. "Losing someone hurts. You didn't deserve to have to go through with that..." Snake said looking at him. "Family is important & you shouldn't have to lose that." Dustin nodded. "Yeah..." "If you wanna talk about it, just know that we're here for you, okay? We don't expect to replace your dad in any way, but just know that you're still gonna be a part of this family, even when you grow up, okay?" He said smiling at him. Dustin nodded, smiling a bit & wiping some tears from his face. "Thank you sir..." He sniffled. Snake smiled & pat the boy's head before walking away to give Dustin some space & time alone.

Dustin laid there in silence for the rest of the day, going into nighttime, soon falling asleep. When he woke up, he saw his father in front of him, surrounded by this white light. Dustin smiled & ran over to give his father a hug, only to phase right through him. He stumbled to the ground a bit shocked, but mostly confused. He looked up only to see his dad deteriorating right in front of his eyes. He was beginning to panic a bit.

Dustin woke up in cold sweat. He looked around before calming himself down. He got up out of bed to watch some TV. There was absolutely no way he was gonna go back to sleep knowing the dream may continue. He went into the kitchen to get some water. When he turned around, a figure appeared staring at Dustin. The teen yelped, dropping his glass on the ground, causing a loud shatter to be heard.

"Hey Dustin!" Bibi said to him turning on the kitchen light. "Bibi, you scared me!" Dustin said catching his breath. "Sorry..." She said. "What are you doing up so late?" he asked. "I sleep for an hour, then watch TV in the living room for five, then go to sleep for another 3 hours." She explained. "That's not healthy-" Dustin commented. His sister shrugged. "I mean, I'm still energetic so it can't be that bad!" She says.

"Okay, whomever's broken into this house is about to get a serious kick in the ass!" Snake yelled kicking the door open. "Ugh, how many times do I have to tell you that you're gonna break it if you keep kicking it?" Edward said annoyed looking around the place & seeing two of his kids outside in the middle of the night. "What are you two doing here at this hour?" Edward asked crossing his arms. "Uhhhh...the question is what are you two doing here at this hour!" Bibi said changing the subject.

"We heard glass shatter & thought someone broke in through the window." Snake explained. "Turns out, it was just you two breaking some glass." He said going up to them & looking at the mess on the kitchen floor & sighing. "Okay, clean up the mess & we'll figure out what happened that woke the both of you up-" He instructed. The two nodded.

"So, wanna tell us what happened?" Edward asked once the mess was cleaned up. "Uh...I couldn't sleep-" Bibi lied. "I-I couldn't either..." Dustin said, actually telling the truth. "Why not?" He asked. "Well, I just couldn't..." she shrugged. "& you?" Snake asked looking at Dustin. "I had a nightmare...about my dad..." He explained pulling his knees to his chest & hugging himself. "Alright..." Edward said. "Tell you what, we'll make you both hot cocoa & we'll tell a story to you, Bibi, & Dustin, if you want, we could talk about the dream you had..." He said getting up to go to the kitchen.

"Alright..."Dustin said looking up at them. A few minutes later, Edward came back with some cocoa for the two of them. "Thank you sir..." Dustin said staring at it before beginning to drink some of it. He wasn't really hungry, but the smell did take him back. He used to go with his dad to a cafe & drink chocolate milk & hot cocoa all the time whenever his dad returned from a draft. It was kind of a tradition. He missed those times. Now all he had left to cherish were memories...

Bibi eventually began to yawn & started drifting off. Soon, she was fast asleep. "Alright Dustin..." Edward began, looking at him. "Wanna tell us about this dream that you had that woke you up?" He asked. Dustin nodded & began talking. "W-well...I saw my dad...& I went to hug him, but he was like a ghost or something cause I fell right through him. Then he started disappearing right in front of my eyes &...& I couldn't save him...just like I couldn't save him before..." He said, looking at the two, sniffling a bit & tearing up once more.

"Hey, it's okay..." Snake said trying to comfort him. He reached over across the coffee table & grabbed some tissues for the kid. Dustin wiped a few of his tears with it, still in the grieving process. "Th-thank you..." He said before blowing his nose. "It just...it just hurts...I thought he'd be fine cause he said it was just a small thing he needed to do...he's been through much worse & has made it before!" He said hugging himself again.

"I know, & it's unfortunate & very, very terrible. It's not easy what you're going through & I know that..." Edward said to him. "I've been in your shoes before & I know you can never truly get over it. Ever. But what you can do, is try to move on. Remember the good times, & cherish those memories forever." He explained, tearing up. "Your father was a good man & didn't deserve to go...but it happened, & the only thing left to do is move on, & remember the good times you had with him..." He said. "Does that help you feel better at all?" He asked. "A little..." He said with a nod. "Thanks for that talk Mr. Edward..." He smiled, wiping a few tears from his eyes. He let out a small yawn, getting a bit tired, but did his best to keep himself awake. "Don't you want to go to sleep?" Snake asked looking at him. Dustin shook his head. "No..." He said flatly. "Would you if we sang you a song?" Edward asked.

Dustin shrugged. "I guess. My dad used to sing me a song whenever I got scared. I don't really know if you could though." He said slumping over. "How about you tell us what it is, & we'll see if we can play it for you, alright?" Snake said to him. "It's called 'Boats & Birds.'" Dustin said. "Alright," Snake said getting up to get his guitar & phone. "I'm gonna go look the lyrics up so we can sing some of it to you, alright?" He said stretching a bit. He came back a few minutes later, with the lyrics pulled up on his phone & his acoustic guitar. He propped it up so he could play it & began strumming. Edward looked at the lyrics & cleared his throat to sing. "Alright, here we go..." He said reading them. "If you'll be my star, I'll be your sky

You can hide underneath me & come out at night...

When I turn jet black, & you show off your light

I live to let you shine...

But you can skyrocket away from me,

& never come back if you find another galaxy

Far from here

With more room to fly

Just leave me your stardust to remember you by."

Light snoring could be heard from both Dustin & Bibi. Dustin seemed more happy, smiling a bit as he was sent off into dream land. So yeah, his old family is gone. Forever. But his new family has always been there for him. He can still love his old family, & be happy with his new one. That's exactly how he intended to live. Just like that.

#camp camp #camp camp next gen #cc next gen #cc au #camp camp au #camp camp snake #camp camp pikeman #cc snake #cc pikeman #billy nikssilp #edward pikeman #cc dustin #cc eric #cc bibi

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musicfeedsmysoul12 · 6 years

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Ooh ohh i would also like to request a single parent Mc but for Hilf please.

I love you to Anon. Alright, similar deal with the L&L one- I change the Kiddo each time for fun.

Long post

Mac

The kid is a little girl who is five and it the result of a relationship in high school. She’s a bio kid who had blonde hair and is super girly. Like think GIL MC.

Mac is very nervous about the kid. It’s not like a ‘Oh, she was with a guy before’ nervous or anything- Mac is way to cool for that- but it’s a ‘I really hope I don’t hurt this kid or her mom and shit a kid’ nervous.

Also, this kid is pink. PINK.

Mac and MC are very good parents though Mac kind of takes the role of the disciplinary parent more than MC given she is a cop.

Mac is a really good mom, she just struggles hard with bonding with the kid because she has never been into that stuff. Until she shows the kid some comics and BAM. Bonding time!!

Beu makes the mistake of trying to mess with the kid. His ass is GRASS.

Mac is the parent who will go to every recital and competition to cheer her kid on. When the girl starts showing an interest in gymnastics, Mac is all over that.

Mac’s parents are grandparents now. As soon as they find out that their daughter’s GF is a mom? Grandparents.

Mac gets called mom like by the third season and it’s one of the most emotional moments of her life.

Annabelle loves the kid and is like a big sister.

The kid plans on being bitten when she’s older because she doesn’t want to lose her moms.

Diego

The kid is a little boy who is eight and has cerebral palsy. MC met him on her year of travel. He was a foster kid cause his parents didn’t want him and he had really bad anxiety due to being abandoned. MC took him in after coming to care for him.

Deigo knows the kid very well as he has been the kid’s doctor for years. The kid really likes Deigo.

Deigo takes a longer time to accept being with MC because of all of his self-doubt about himself. it’s the kid who helps most in getting them together cause he is really hopeful Deigo will be like his new dad.

Deigo is kind of overprotective of the kid because of Eva and stuff. The kid doesn’t mind but it does get a little exhausting.

The kid calls him his dad fairly quick and Deigo just… kind of shuts down for a moment but he’s so, so, so happy.

Deigo and MC are so happy together with their son, it’s a little gross.

The whole shit with Dracula terrifies the hell out of Deigo, he’s so worried about the kid and MC. He actually considers leaving but he can’t. He can’t lose his family.

Deigo doesn’t want to bite the kid cause he’s worried about the kid being a vampire with cerebral palsy and the kid isn’t sure about being bitten either when he’s older.

Razi

This kid is a four-year-old bio kid who is a girl with super curly natural hair. Her dad was an African exchange student MC ran into while on her travels and her dad is kind of in her life but is more of a correspondence kind of dad as he’s to busy with his life and never wanted kids.

Razi and the kid get along great. Razi’s crush on her mom made him get along amazingly with this little girl already and the two are way to cute together. Kind of gross really…

Razi is dad as soon as he and MC get together because she’s already thought of him as such anyway!

Razi is all over anything the kid is into but what she is really into his history and stories. Like already this girl just wants to learn everything.

AUNT ROSHNI. (and future Zizi Mothman)

Razi being utterly terrified of Baba Yaga ever meeting his kid and when he learns how close she was this entire time… Razi has a full-fledged panic attack.

Razi putting up with the makeovers all little kids give their parents and just being so stupidly charming about it.

Razi being really worried about having to watch this little girl die and just being unable to accept it. Like at all. No, this is his baby girl. He can’t…

The kid here is a snarky ten-year-old who is a trans boy who got kicked out by his parents. MC found him on her travels and took him in. he’s very defensive of MC and has picked fights over her honor before.

JD and the kid already get along. The kid loves how rebellious JD is. But like… JD is even more like ‘this is casual’ between them and MC because they really do not want to ruin the kid’s life or be a parent.

Kid may or may not punch JD for making his mom cry and there is issue between the two for a good long while. Eventually, the kid stops with the anger but… yeah.

JD is not the greatest parental figure. MC has to be the authoritarian one because JD is very much not. But at the same time JD is fully aware of the lines and won’t cross them.

The kid going under Rip’s spell is terrifying. JD is a force to be reckoned with.

JD doesn’t really become Bibi until they give up their freedom for MC and the kid sees how much JD loves their mom.

Hikari is the worst aunt.

Satan is not allowed near the kid. JD is vicious about protecting their kid. That is their son and his fucker of a granddad will not touch him!

Nessie is even more upset about JD having a family. SHE COULD HAVE GIVEN THEM THAT.

JD plans on figuring out immortality for the kid. Satan offers it along with immortality for MC but… the catch is to much. Of course, the kid drinks cider along with his mom later on…

Vanessa

The kid here is a three-year-old bio kid who is the result of a relationship with a soldier who died in Iraq. Said kid is a little girl who likes dolls and soccer.

Vanessa… is not good with kids. Like she’s not bad just… not good. At all. Especially little three-year-olds who just get so confused about what’s going on…

She tries though! She teaches the kid a few self-defense techniques to protect herself.

The kid and her bond over anime. Kiddo likes the sparkly anime and even has a plushie Altea she loves that her aunty Grace gave her.

Vanessa and MC have a slow burn as MC isn’t sure about a relationship with someone who has a dangerous job like Vanessa and Vanessa isn’t sure about a relationship with a single mom.

Vanessa kind of embraces being a mom a little. She really likes how happy the kiddo is and likes teaching her stuff.

Kiddo doesn’t call her mom yet (the third season sometime maybe?) and is upset she ran off.

Vanessa being super protective of the kiddo as she is also a target from Dracula’s brides.

Antonio

The kid is a five-month-old baby boy who is a bio baby from a one night stand.

Antonio had no idea that MC was a mom. He would have never kidnapped her if he knew. MC has the baby in her car when she goes to the diner and Antonio doesn’t realize there’s a baby in the back until like… they’re halfway to his place.

Then it’s shit. Because he can’t go through with this but what does he do now?

Then Igor happens and he can’t let him grab her or the baby and it’s just fucking chaos. MC is not pleased with Antonio or his reasons. Victor honestly finds this entire thing hilarious.

Side note, Victor with a baby is utterly hilarious.

Antonio is actually really good with babies? Like scary good? And the baby loves him? Victor stares in shock.

Baby does not have the right gene or whatever to bring back the dead. Baby is safe.

Antonio spoils the shit out of the baby and MC. Like the nicest stuff and the most expensive baby stuff that has the most approval. He is so focused on making sure the kid is healthy and happy.

His and MC’s relationship goes how it goes in game cause Antonio is a little weary but also kind of happy at being able to hang out with a baby a little.

Antonio just assumes the role of a dad so well. Everyone is surprised.

#writing prompt #headcanon #havenfall is for lovers

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beedaleebjd · 4 years

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cecelia looked the most festive at the time, so i took some pics of her among the christmas presents. 🎁🎁 (she desperately needs a haircut, it’s gotten shaggy)

#Cecilia #littlefee #doll family a bibi #doll family a #photoshoots #bjd hybrid #legit bjd #BJDs #abjds #ball jointed dolls

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fcllenflowers · 7 years

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Description: Progression drabble leading towards the climax of this arc (Finally xD). Lots of backstory here and Bibi experimenting with the first person narrative. Hope you enjoy!

Words: 3.352

Trigger Warnings: child abuse, mentions of child abuse, bullying, mild violence, smoking, drug use, racism, racist slur, misgendering, possible triggers within

‘The first years of my life I went to school, like other kids. The kids in my class didn’t pay me much mind. They left me alone and I did my thing, playing with my pens and bugs. The teachers ignored me in class, because I was a bad student. I couldn’t read and I was bad at writing words. My letters were too small or too big. My drawings were never on the classroom wall, the teachers took them to the special teacher, you know, the one bad students get after school. He always asked me stuff about my drawings.’

‘ My momma never came to parent meetings. The teachers stopped asking me t’a tell her after a while. They asked if m’ah pappa wanted t’a come, but I said he works a lot. The moms of other kids would point a’ me 'cus I smelled bad. They didn’t want their kids in the same school as me.

Around second grade a girl came close t’a me a day, her name is Sam. She was nice an’ very pretty. She sat next to me on the desk. I felt embarrassed, ‘cus I smelled bad. But she didn’t say anything ‘bout it. She helped me find the page on our reading book. I felt embarrassed, 'cus I couldn’t read. But she didn’t say anything about it...

The next days Sam joine me on the grass on breaks. I met bugs there. She liked bugs too and we met ‘em together. Sam had long hair, blonde, an’ very clean. She had nice clothes, a nice shirt wit’ a dog on it. I liked that shirt. She told me, on my birthday, I can do a party so she will give me a shirt like that for gift. I didn’t kno’ when my birthday was. She told me ‘cus I had ginger hair, it must be autumn. I said, maybe November.

Sam had other friends too. She was smart and pretty. Everyone wanted t’a be her friend. The other girls, tho, they didn’t like me very much. So one day, they came to the grass and they told her ‘Come play with us!’. Sam told them ‘We can play all together, on the grass. I like hunting bugs!’ The other girl made a face, she was disgusted. She said “Bugs are dirty...Come play with us on the playground!”

Sam looked at me and got up, then held her hand out for me. I reach to take it but, the girl said, “Wew, no, not you! We don’t want gypsies in the playground! You’re going to steal our lunch and get dirt on the swings!”

The other kids laughed. Sam looked at them and then a’ me. I don’t remember, but I don’t think I cried. I had heard my pappa’s boss call him a gypsy. I knew it was a bad thing to be called, something about my family I thought. The girl took Sam’s hand and pulled her along. “It smells bad.”, she pointed to me. “Come, let’s play hide and seek!”

I wanted to take her hand. I wanted to tell them I wash up twice a week sometimes even! I use the pool showers! I shampoo my hair! But Sam took her hand away and walked with them. She didn’t even look back a’ me.

For a week I’d run to the school bathrooms first thing in the morning. I’d get there earlier to wash my face in the sinks before other kids came. I thought, maybe if I did that she’d come back and play with me. I saved her the seat next to me in class...but she sat with another girl. And she never sat with me again.

It was the first time I felt it. That pain in the chest. I thought I was sick and stole some medicine from school doctor’s office. But it just made me sleep. I missed school for a few days. I lied to mom and ran off to the park nearby and hid on a tree. I didn’t want mom to know, I felt so embarrassed that I smelled bad! I tried to steal a perfume, but got caught. The officers let me go when they found out my dad was a gypsy. ‘You can’t deal with these people’, they whispered. ‘They don’t even have papers, the lot of ‘em.’

Things at school got worse in the third year. I was already 9, a grown man. The other boys had gotten taller too, though, and more angry. They liked pushing me around. If it was one of them, I’d push back. But more..I knew I couldn’t win. So I just sat there and took it, hoping they’d get bored if I didn’t react. Sometimes it worked.

That year wasn’t nice. But now I know the reason. Destiny was preparing me; shaping me to accept the first sign of Purpose.

One cloudy day I found a matchbox on my way home.

And everything changed. ‘

Seth had begun to notice those small changes in the way Steel acted around the other kids lately. It didn’t make much sense to him. For all he knew, they hated everyone in that school almost as much as he did; especially the popular groups, the ones that had outcasted kids like him and Martha that didn’t live in Barbie doll houses and lead perfect lives with their perpetually smiling American Dream family. It’d be a lie to say he hadn’t felt betrayed by that sudden change of action, but what bothered him more were those annoying voices in the back of his subconscious pointing out how suspicious Steel’s behavior was.

Especially after that one news report.

Recently, two of the girls from the popular cheerleading group had started to hang around Steel a lot. They said it was to use him as revenge for Robert, Martha’s old bully and nemesis, since Steel was a friend of Martha and someone Rob despised. Seth had reasons to doubt Steel was talking to them out of any reason other than vanity. Until recently, with those news reports...He’d started to think maybe the shift in Steel’s behavior was fueled by something other than just a sudden desire to be part of the popular group.

It was one of those days Mathilda would pester Steel after school, following the trio all the way up to the gateway and clinging to Steel with her giggles. Seth hated her long hair and her pretty smile and he wasn’t shy to admit he was jealous of her. She was much prettier and closer to earning the boy’s affections than he could ever be, after all. This time, however, Mathilda was becoming particularly persistent to drag Steel with her to smoke.

Steel’s initial response had been a dry ‘no’, but she kept pushing. Seth just wished he’d shove her off and get out of there already, honestly.

Mathilda insisted and grabbed Steel’s arm, a movement that should have earned her a nice slap across the face. But Steel barely turned around to glance at her. Even though he wasn’t very tall or particularly buff, he was obviously stronger than her and could shove her off across the schoolyard if he wanted to; Seth knew. He’d now been left to wonder why he didn’t, why he put up with the touch and didn’t even look uncomfortable.

Steel’s hands remained on Martha’s wheelchair, pushing it forward as he kept walking and ignoring both the girl latched to his arm and Martha’s confused glances.

“Come oooooon, Steel, show us the vape tricks! Please?!” Mat begged, leaning her head against his bicep. She looked like she had jumped out of an anime, with her little skirt and small, cute face laced by dyed orange bangs. Perfect words to describe her included ‘neko’ and ‘stereotype’. Steel finally pulled his arm away and opened his good eye just a slit.

“’K Imma show ‘ya if ‘ya promise t’a stop bein’ such’a cutie. ‘Might melt m’heart an’ all.” There was a small snicker. Mat faked a squeal and grabbed both her cheeks -they weren’t even pink, because the excitement was fake, just like anything else about her. Seth felt vomit crawling on the back of his throat. He was jealous and bitter, sure, but above all he was confused and angry. He wanted to push Mat aside and demand an explanation for this odd behavior. His hazel eyes turned to Martha, that was also watching with bewilderment. She didn’t seem angry, however, because despite all Martha wasn’t bitter towards anyone at the school.

Steel didn’t return the looks anymore, but closed his eye and let go of Martha’s wheelchair instead. The girl turned her wheels around to look at him and was about to say something, when Mat’s enthusiastic ‘bestie’, Tina, showed up. Tina was as skinny as a sixteen year old could get and always liked to show off her belly and the jewel around her belly button. Steel liked that jewel and had been inspired by the piercing to get one on himself. Of course, Tina had gotten in a shop, with sterilized equipment and a piercing specialist. Steel had gotten it for 2$ from a homeless man in an alley, with a knitting needle.

Tina grabbed Mat’s free arm and leaned on her shoulder, throwing Steel a playful glance and smile.

“Come oooon weed kid, we know you like showing off!”, she stretched her words and clicked her tongue, playfully poking Steel’s chest. The boy raised a thick brow slightly and looked to his hands before giving a small shrug.

“A’ight. You gots a vape?”, came the raspy response.

Seth’s eyes had gone wide by then and he took a few steps closer to Martha to whisper-yell a ‘what’s going on’ into her ear. The girl shrugged in confusion. Tina reached into the pocket of her baggy bomber jacket and pulled out an e-cig, full of vanilla scented liquid. She held it out between her forefinger and thumb with a smirk.

“Come with us in the back yard, if y’want this, baby~”

The lack of expression on Steel’s face made things pretty awkward for the two onlookers. But he finally nodded and muttered an “I’ll catch ‘ya later guys.” towards them before following the girls. Needless to say Seth already knew that he’d spend the rest of his day obsessing over this and cry himself to sleep. But he couldn’t really say any of this out loud. Martha turned her wheels around and set off, as if this situation wasn’t troubling her. Part of her was glad that Steel was being social. That’s a sign of a healthy psychological development, right? She wasn’t possessive, much unlike their other friend.

Worn out leather boots quietly followed the girls’ matching white sneakers to the back schoolyard. That was where all the cool kids hang out. Steel had been there before, once, to smoke weed with Seth. But he hadn’t liked it that much, hence why they never repeated the experience. The only ones there apart from him and the girls was Rob’s gang of seniors in the football team and a couple of their girlfriends that’d strayed off to gossip and smoke in a corner. All these kids had one thing in common; they were from middle-class or wealthy families and had nice clothes. They all followed the trend of 80s grunge, but compared to Steel’s outfit they suddenly looked like cheap rip offs. Steel carried the authenticity of a broke punk teen, because their pants hadn’t been bought torn, they’d just gotten ripped to shreds in some parts after countless falls and fights. Their plain white tee had stains on it that weren’t painted on, he just wore the same shirt all through the week and got it dirty. Their oversized leather jacket hadn’t been purposely and carefully scratched, it’d just gotten ripped in tree branches. They also wore a variety of different cheap jewellery including a fau golden chain around their neck and multiple rings on their fingers. All in all, these kids wanted to be outcasts. But Steel, a born and raised alien to society, desperately wanted to be like them.

Despite appearance being a key factor in most teenage relationships, his style didn’t earn him respect. If anything, the kids hated him even more for daring to attempt a cheap imitation and regarded him as poor and filthy. He was used to that. Save for the occasional misgendering, nothing about it bothered him much at this point.

The trio received various glances and glares as they made their way to the brick wall behind school. Steel leaned his back against it and stomped the bottom of his boot into the bricks. He stuffed both hands in his pockets, tugging the low-hanging jeans even lower despite the belt and stretching back slightly, stomach exposed as the white tee got pulled along with his shoulders. Tina stood opposite him while Mat approached from beside. The vape was handed to him and he worked it between his fingers before popping it in his mouth for a long drag. Tina and Mat had already sparked up conversation about the upcoming school football game. They were cheerleaders. Steel thought they were both very pretty despite having the iq of a broccoli- no, wait, maybe broccoli is actually smarter than them, he thought, while puffing out a thick cloud of pure white smoke. He started blowing a few rings and the girls seemed impressed already. Then he pushed his jaw forward a bit and blew the smoke up into his nostrils, recycling it before blowing it out. Mat clapped her hands squealing “Do the ghost inhale!”

Of course Rob’s gang was sending poisonous vibes from across the schoolyard. Rob was already pissed, because Steel for one belonged to the loser club and not in the backyard and for another, even though he’d been the one to break up with Mathilda, this didn’t mean some filthy sissy ‘boy’ was allowed to hit on her. His smoke tricks weren’t even impressive -though Rob didn’t know any vape tricks, because vape tricks were stupid and not his kind of thing. However, his pride had been insulted now so eventually he gave into impulse and stomped his way over there, followed by his little gang.

Those were football players, apart from two senior girls. Steel knew them by name but never talked to them, but they were big and bulky compared to him and could probably send him to the hospital. Regardless, he just kept doing his tricks without much care and Tina was the first to turn around and glare at the boys. A hand rested on her waist as she bent it to rest her weight on one leg.

“Ugh, what the fuck do you guys want here? Don’t you have a game to catch or whatever?”, she spat out. Steel noticed that an odd accent had suddenly appeared in her voice, like she was chewing bubblegum whilst talking, even though she wasn’t at that moment.

Rob was busy staring at Steel, who had his eyes closed so he wouldn’t return the glare anyway, and then to Mat. His voice was laced in bitterness and poison, though he didn’t sound angry, there was powerful malice in it aiming to wound Steel’s soul.

“Fuck, Mattie, didn’t know you’re a lesbian now.”

“Stop it Rob!”, Tina steps in. She grabs Rob’s arm only to be violently pushed back. Mat scoots from Steel’s side to grab her friend and hold her up. The opening is exploited by Rob’s friends, who instantly surround Steel and tower over him meaninglessly. The boy doesn’t move much, if anything he seems uninterested in the situation.

“Careful guys, she’s gonna steal your wallets.”, Rob laughs. His friends snort. Steel finally opens his eye just a bit and throws a lazy glance towards Rob. If he tries to move, his friends will surely grab him.

“Did you really think Mat would be interested in you? You’re not even a real boy. And we all kno’ how much she loves to suck dick.”

More laughter. Steel’s eye momentarily darted to Mat, who was sobbing now. Of course she couldn’t care less to help him. Maybe she seemed like Rob’s victim now, but Steel wasn’t stupid. He knew full well that she was at fault too, for leading him here, for using him to make Rob jealous, for dating an asshole like that to begin with, just to be cool and make a name for herself. She deserved this. He didn’t, but it was okay. It’d be worth it in the long run.

“What are you looking at shit scum? Why don’t you crawl back into your rathole and die? We don’t want gypsies here.”

At that Steel’s eye finally returned to Rob and he swallowed lightly, the corners of his lips flinching. His hands were now in his pockets, shoulders loose, relaxed. He didn’t seem alert, unlike the others, because he knew he didn’t have much to fear from them anyway. They’d just beat him up.

“Y’kno they say hate is jus’ love gon’ wrong, Robs. How’s yo’ momma, by the way?”

“Hold his arms.”

There wasn’t much of a resistance. The other boys were much larger than Steel anyway, but he didn’t put the merest effort to resist their hold. The first punch sunk straight into his stomach, forcing him to fold in two. He stumbled to the side, shoulders strained from the pull as Rob’s thugs held him up on his feet by force. The second punch spun his jaw around, he winced lightly and choked back a tear that threatened to emerge. It was pure reflex, however, because Steel wouldn’t lie if he confessed to feeling nothing at that moment. They felt absolutely empty of emotion, even as Rob got more violent and laughed at them, joined by his thugs soon after. At some point, after he’d been ridiculed for a few good solid minutes, Mat finally screamed something at Rob that Steel’s blurred senses barely caught onto. The boy pushed her aside but retreated soon after with a scoff.

The next thing he felt was his knees crush against the pavement and then Mat’s breath close to his cheek.

“Are you okay?”

A weak smile, a nod of the head. His jaw was bruised and stomach hurt like hell. He wanted to retch, but swallowed it along with his pride. It’d be worth it, in the long run. He was so close-

“Oh, Frisk, I’m so sorry! So sorry for dragging you into this mess...”

There it comes. The confession. Her voice is full of guilt, she’s crying softly. Steel’s hand reaches out to cup her wet cheek and brush some tears away with their thumb. Mat looks surprised by the compassion, the affection in his act.

“I’m so sorry, I’d do anything to mak-”

“Can I com’ see ‘ya tomorrow...at practice?”, they ask.

Mathilda’s eyes shine, glisten from both the tears and surprise. She bites her lower lip and whimpers, finally giving in and crushing her body against the boy’s with a loud wince.

“Yes! Of course...”, she’s shivering. She must have really felt bad for this, he thinks. In the momentary glance they shared, he saw something change in her expression. Steel’s one hand reluctantly rises to cup her back and squeeze her lightly against him. Unlike her, he feels no guilt whatsoever for what he’s about to do, what he’s planning. He thinks she probably feels guilty just because he made it sound like he’s more interested in her than getting beat up, just because it’s about her.

Does it matter if she feels bad now, anyway?

She’s going to be ash soon, like the lot of them.

#tw; child abuse mention #tw; child abuse #tw; bullying #tw; smoking #tw; possible triggers within #tw; long post #❁.: Can't spell reason without ARSON | MainVerse Arc :.❁#*Backstory*#tw; g slur #tw; racism #tw; racist slur #tw; pyromania #tw; misgendering

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femkinkharry · 7 years

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i was tagged by two of my faves, @silverfoxlouis & @harrystinychristmasshorts! thank you both! i love you! <3

1. Nicknames? my partner calls me babilee, my mom calls me sug [like the short version of sugar haha], and my dad calls me peach sometimes! most everyone else just calls me lauren or lt.

2. Gender? uhhh can we come back to this? i still don’t know lmao. she/her pronouns are what i go by, though, and that’s totally fine with me! i don’t refer to myself as gendered pronouns, though.

3. Star Sign? pisces! )-(

4. Height? 5′5 on a good day hahaha

5. Time? 14:44; i fell back to sleep cause i’m crampy and emotional

6. Birthday? march 9th! i’ll be 28- the larriest of numbers!

7. Favourite Bands? placebo, blue october, borns, old green day, literally every single emo band, muna, hurts, banks, rhye, the dresden dolls, the mars volta, the paper kites, so many more bands that i literally can’t name them all! music is my life. OH and one direction, of course!

8. Favourite Solo Artists? the boys!!!! kevin abstract!!! josh groban!! ed sheeran, damien rice, angus & julia stone, gussy, voltaire, as;dlkfjs i’m just gonna make a playlist THIS IS HARD. i listen to so much music! there’s literally not a point in time when i’m NOT listening to music. i know all the words to the songs at work, even if i hate them, and i am permanently attached to my headphones. (:

9. Song Stuck In My Head? in the house - in a heartbeat by john murphy cause i’m watching kick ass AND bc 28 days later’s soundtrack is my fave of all time.

10. Last Movie I Watched? kick ass, currently!

11. Last Show You Watched? my partner was watching seinfeld earlier ickkkk

12. When Did You Create Your Blog? like 2011? the girl i was into got all of us into tumblr hahaha! i started out as a homestuck blog rip.

13. What Do I Post? mostly one direction and stuff from the fandom and text posts when i’m online. my queue is fair game: photography, memes, quizzes, anything and everything haha!

14. Last Thing I Googled? los angeles post office cause I SENT A PACKAGE SOMEWHERE THAT WASN’T CHI’S HOUSE WTF

15. Do You Have Any Other Blogs? not any that are active! i have a lot of hoarded 5sos urls from my time in that fandom and a roller derby blog that i abandoned.

16. Do You Get Asks? sometimes! i treasure every single one! and i’m always open to giving support/advice when i can! i’m the queer fandom granny, come talk to me! <3

17. Why Did You Choose Your URL? when i was in the 5sos fandom, i was femkinkmichael! i wrote a fair bit about michael in panties and ofc harry loves being feminine! my headcanon is that he’s genderfluid and indulges in his fem side, which definitively is NOT a “kink” but words are hard and i’m verbose, so here we are!

18. Following? 521 the last i checked. a lot are inactive hahaha. i go through periodically and unfollow, but some are just too precious to unfollow. <3

19. Followers? 302!!!!!! like!!!!!! what the fuck!!! i was going to release a fic when i reached 300 but it just happened so fast??? i’m grateful for y’all! <3

20. Favourite Colour? shining silver, royal purple, ebony black!

21. Average Hours Of Sleep? not enough i’m always tired ):

22. Lucky Number? i don’t know if i have any numbers that are lucky! but i have numbers that mean a lot to me! 309, 77, 138, and 888!

24. What Am I Wearing? comfy jammies! i’m off today and not feeling well so i’m cuddled up and cozy!

25. How Many Blankets Do I Sleep With? a shit ton! i think we have like 7 blankets on the bed right now! and i have 2 on me on the couch hahaha.

26. Dream Job? broadway performer! i have a pretty damn good voice that’s been ruined by stress and smoking lmao! i’m a soprano and my range, right now, is C3 to A5!

27. Dream Vacation? anywhere but here. <3

28. Favourite Food? gummy hot dogs hahahaha! i could eat my weight in them! between gummies and peanut butter, which are my fave safe foods, i would be a happy camper!

29. Nationality? i’m a white american mutt haha. i’ve traced family back to germany and native american women, though!

30. Favourite Song? THIS CHANGES SO. my most played song of 2017 was mornings by gussy. the song i’ve been grooving on right now is runner by kevin abstract & american money by borns. the song that made me cry in 2017 was too much to ask by niall horan. the song that inspired me the most in 2017 was smoke by natalie imbruglia. my fave song overall in life has to be hey jealousy by gin blossoms! i’d love to see answers from @heathenharry, @bibi-harry, @jlf23tumble, @protectlouandhazza, @fookoff, @softgolfdaddy, @lwtvibes, & @goldbootsandvans! <3

#ask meme #i always get so misty-eyed when chi and kat tag me in stuff!!!#y'all are the best and i love you both so much!#i'm sorry i'm so verbose and this took me like two hours hahahaha

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Help Me Out: Part 3

Summary: Your sister is getting married, and you desperately need a ‘boyfriend’ to bring to the wedding to get your family off your back. And maybe show your scumbag ex-boyfriend that you were fine without him. It seemed like the perfect plan, as long as you could get Bucky to go along with it, and try not to fall in love along the way.

Word Count: 1,666

Warnings: Swearing, smut to come later 😊

A/N: Hey guys, sorry this took so long! I went through a serious case of writers block, but hopefully that’s done and I can update more often. Lemme know what you think!

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The following day, you filled Natasha in on your plan to bring Bucky to your sister’s wedding. A smirk instantly spread across her face and you groaned, already regretting telling her.

“Before you say anything, it’s nothing. He’s a friend and he’s helping me out. That’s it.” You said as you topped off your coffee. Even though you weren’t looking at her, you knew she was rolling her eyes.

“Don’t bullshit me, Y/N. It’s pointless and kind of sad at this point. You’re into him. You have been since the day you met him. You’re not very good at hiding it, although he seems pretty oblivious.” She said with an eye roll as she finished the last of her breakfast. You groaned and rubbed your face in frustration. You wanted to argue but you knew that it was pointless, especially with Nat. Truth was, she was right. Ever since Bucky had joined the team, you’d been harboring a rather large crush on him. At first, he was quiet and stayed mostly to himself, but as the weeks went by he slowly came out of his shell. You saw more and more of him, and the more you got to know him, the bigger your crush grew. He was kind, sweet and funny, and the more time you spent together, the more open he became with you. He told you some of the things he’d done, the nightmares he had, and how he felt completely out of place in this world. On really bad nights, when the nightmares were too much for him to handle alone, he’d come to you for comfort. You’d tell him stories of your childhood, sometimes he’d ask you to sing, but normally you would just hold him until the shaking stopped and he drifted off to sleep. Most of the team didn’t know about the late-night visits, and the two of you wanted to keep it that way. It had been almost a year since he arrived at Stark Tower and you had come to really care for him, and the late-night visits had become a routine that you cherished.

“Y/N? Hello, earth to Y/N!” You snapped out of your thoughts at Natasha waving a hand in front of your face.

“Sorry, what did you say?” you asked, blushing slightly for zoning out. She rolled her eyes.

“I said, are you gonna make a move or what?” You laughed and picked up your plate, bringing it to the sink.

“Doubtful. He’s one of my best friends, Nat. I can’t just drop a bomb like that on him, especially given what he’s been through. I don’t want to freak him out and ruin what we’ve already got.” You turned back to her to find her with her arms crossed over her chest, an eyebrow raised. She opened her mouth to say something but you stopped her. “Nat, I can’t do it. I’m a mess. Carter….he did a number on me. I hate to admit that he did, but we both know he fucked me up. Bucky doesn’t need that in his life.”

“Don’t you think you should let him decide?” she asked softly, coming around the counter. You looked up at her and you could see the concern and sadness she felt for you in her eyes.

“I’d love nothing more than to tell him everything, you know that.” You leaned your head on her shoulder when she draped her arm around you. You smiled to yourself, grateful to have her as a friend. Before you’d started working here, you didn’t really have any close friends. Now you had a second family.

“Well, maybe this trip will change things. Hawaii is a very romantic place.” She said, pulling away and wiggling her eyebrows playfully. You laughed, but you couldn’t help but feel hope bubble in your chest.

Thursday rolled around and you were packed and ready to go. You had told Bucky to meet you in the lobby at noon so the two of you could use Tony’s jet for your trip to Hawaii. You arrived in the lobby just before noon to find him already waiting, a small travel bag at his feet. He looked up when he heard you approaching, a smile spreading across his face, making your heart flutter. You returned the smile, noticing that he was a bit jittery.

“Excited?” you teased when you reached him. He nodded eagerly and bent down to retrieve his bag.

“I’ve never been to Hawaii. This week dragged by because I was so excited.” He said, making you laugh.

“Well, don’t put too much hope into this trip. I’m sure my family will manage to suck the joy out of you in no time.” You joked as you walked to the town car that Tony had called for you to take to the airport. The ride to the airport was short and filled with small talk. You were so at ease when you were around him and you found that you weren’t so nervous about this trip, knowing that he’d be by your side the whole time.

You both boarded the plane and were in the air in no time. Tony had the whole plane stocked with food and drinks and you helped yourself to the bar.

“You want a drink?” you asked as you made yourself a margarita.

“I’ll have whatever you’re having.” He replied, making you smile. You finished making the drinks and handed him his, sliding into the seat opposite him. He took a sip and hummed in satisfaction, making your face heat up slightly at the sound.

“Oh, I almost forgot! I have a bunch of pictures I want to show you.” You said, putting your drink down and fishing through your bag.

“You saucy little minx!” he teased, making you roll your eyes at him. You retrieved your photo album and placed it on the table.

“It’s pictures of my family, perv.” You joked. “I want to make sure you have at least an idea of who these people are before you meet them.”

“Makes sense. Alright, teach me about this hellish family of yours, doll.” He said, standing, and nudging you over so he could sit next to you. You swallowed hard as you were hit with his intoxicating scent. A mixture of vanilla, cinnamon, and something uniquely him. It was overwhelming and it made your knees weak. You opened the album and began giving him details about some of the people he would be meeting this weekend.

“This is my Aunt Judy. She’s the sweetest woman in the world, unless you piss her off. She’s kind of scary when that happens.” You smiled fondly at the picture of the two of you. “This was taken right after Tony hired me. She took me out to tell me how proud of me she was. And to tell me that I’m better off without Carter.” You glanced up at Bucky who was smiling softly as he looked at the picture. “She never liked him. She always told me that I deserved better than him, but I always brushed it off.”

“You do deserve better, Y/N.” he said quietly, looking at you with such adoration it made your heart ache. You smiled at him, hating that even after two years, thinking of Carter still hurt.

“I thought he was the one I would spend the rest of my life with.” You said, looking back at the picture so he couldn’t see your eyes watering. “I spent three years of my life with him and I just wish I could take that time back. He humiliated me. Made me feel like it was my fault that he cheated on me. I wasn’t pretty enough, didn’t put out enough, worked too hard. When I was the one making all the sacrifices for the relationship!” Angry tears threatened to fall but you fought them back, not wanting to spend another second crying over that asshole.

“He’s an idiot, Y/N. If he’s too stupid to realize what he had, that’s not on you.” He placed his flesh hand over one of yours, taking it and giving it a reassuring squeeze. You looked up at him, a single tear managing to escape despite your efforts. He reached up with his metal hand and brushed it away gently and you thought your heart was about to burst out of your chest.

“Thank you, Buck.” You muttered quietly, letting him pull you into a tight hug, and you instantly felt your anger and sadness disappear. He held you for a few minutes, rubbing your back soothingly until you were completely at ease. You pulled away and cleared your throat, turning back to the pictures.

“So, be honest with me.” He started as you flipped through a few more pictures. “What’s your family going to think of me?”

“Well, Judy will love you. As for everyone else, they won’t say anything to our faces, but they’ll spend the entire weekend whispering about their rebellious relative bringing a scruffy looking man to her perfect sister’s wedding.” You said with a laugh. He chuckled and shrugged.

“I’m sure they’ll all clutch their pearls when they see my arm.” He said with a laugh. You couldn’t help but admire his features when he smiled, the scrunch of his nose, the crinkle around his eyes. He really was beautiful. You snapped out of your daze, blushing slightly that you’d been blatantly staring, but he didn’t seem to notice.

“Well, it’ll be an interesting weekend to say the least.” You said, flipping to another picture.

“Well, I knew what I was walking into. I won’t take it personally.” He reassured you.

“Thank you, Bucky. This really means a lot to me.” He smiled and leaned down, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, making your heart flutter. You had been dreading this weekend for months, but now that Bucky was by your side, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

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