#i really needa start getting these in sooner .-.

[ask-sad-ghost-piett]

Posthumous Admiral's Log - Entry 37

We have found Needa, Motti and Jerjerrod. We have also found the Star Destroyers that previously disappeared from our afterlife fleet after getting mysteriously sucked into the Vortex. The circumstances surrounding the missing Star Destroyer are very odd indeed. I suspect Rebel Scum mischief at play.

We first located Motti and Jerjerrod in a campsite of their own doing very private activities that really should not be done in an outdoor environment. I have now seen things that will forever be ingrained in my memory for the remainder of my immortal existence. Max says I’m being melodramatic. I adamantly disagree. That is all I shall say on the matter.

We then wasted a great deal of time trying to convince Motti and Jerjerrod to help us find Needa.

“Does it really matter where he is?” Motti asked. “We’ll all end up back in the same place eventually once we rot out here, and it isn’t as if anyone actually likes Needa.”

“I like Needa,” I reminded him.

“He’s so boring,” Motti said.

“He’s a nice man, Motti,” I said. “And I happen to enjoy the company of nice men.”

“That’s very polite of you to say, Firmus,” said Jerjerrod. “It’s delightful to see you’re starting to learn some manners, but you don’t have to go through the pretense. It isn’t as if we’d tell him that you dislike him. I’m sure he already knows.”

“But I don’t dislike him, Tiaan,” I insisted. “He’s a good friend, and – ill-advised exorcisms notwithstanding – a fine officer as well, not that either of you karking idiots would know a kriffing thing about that.”

At this point, Max interjected:

“Whatever your feelings about Needa, we would be amiss to abandon him out in this strange territory. We must locate him for the greater good of Imperial brotherhood.”

After much cajoling, Motti and Jerjerrod agreed to go along. It appears Needa actually wandered quite far. We nearly gave up looking for him when we came across a very odd cavern system which led us to a very impractical, sinister-looking lift constructed of a floating rock platform. For the record, I did not want to go anywhere near such a contraption, but Max insisted that it would be alright. After all, we’re already dead.

The sinister lift turned out to be terribly slow. Whoever built the system was an idiot. They ought to have focused more on efficiency over aesthetics. Thank the stars we had the option of floating down instead. There are some perks to being a ghost in the living world. Not many, but there are some.

It turns out Needa was sitting at the bottom of the dark ravine waiting for us this entire time. Surprisingly, he was not in any distress.

“I knew you’d come for me eventually being the loyal chaps that you are,” he said so earnestly I felt dreadful we hadn’t gone looking for him sooner. “So, I wasn’t worried.”

I hope Jerjerrod and Motti feel appropriately terrible for speaking ill of this poor, innocent man.

“I’ve found something rather odd down here, actually,” Needa said. “Follow me. I’ll show you.”

He then led us to what appears to be an underground frozen lake with hundreds of Star Destroyers frozen beneath it. I’m not sure why someone would freeze a Star Destroyer, much less so many of them. I recognize each of the ships under my command and can confirm that several of these belong to the Imperial afterlife fleet. I’m very cross about this theft and also baffled as to how it happened.

Needa has a theory that when he attempted to exorcise Vader, he effectively made a portal to the living realm instead because ghosts are not meant to perform exorcisms on other ghosts. This is, of course, exactly what I told him to begin with. Now, it appears someone has been using the Vortex to pilfer our Star Destroyers and encase them in ice for some absurd reason.

We plan to investigate the matter further. At the very least, it’ll give us something to do while we’re here which might be a while. None of us are showing any signs of decomposition yet. Perhaps we ought to find our way to a tropical planet to speed things up. I always did want to visit Scarif.

Regarding the stolen Star Destroyers, I am blaming the Rebel Alliance’s Resistance Scum children for now. By COMPNOR default, everything is the Rebel Alliance’s fault until proven otherwise. I don’t know what good this would do for them, but I suspect they probably have some kind of disorderly insurgent plans involving our poor Star Destroyers. Perhaps this is why they had that base on the frozen wasteland of Hoth. They were already plotting their scheme, and now they’ve passed it onto the new generation. It’s only a theory of course, but the logic checks out.

- Admiral Piett

Read the full log on Ao3.

[reporterleroux]

ooo could you do platonic irl!bench trio reacting to reader, who's a year or two younger than them, who flinches at sudden movements and jumps at sudden/loud noises? nothing bad has to have happened to reader in the past or anything! reader is just really jumpy and skiddish

also may I please be your Anarchy anon? :D

Yes ofc you can! Welcome Anarchy Anon <3

Current anons

Characters: irl!benchtrio x reader (PLATONIC)

Pronouns: They/Them

A/N: I myself honestly aren't a fan of loud noises, so I think this is pretty cool :)

ANY MENTIONS OF "loved" OR VARIANTS ARE PLATONIC.

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You opened Discord for the first time after getting out the shower, finding out there were messages from possibly your favourite boys and your best friends.

Child 🚼

@Y/N

NUKES ⚠️

HEY @Y/N ANSWER US

Enderboy 🌌

As much as you guys don't needa @Y/N DO IT ANYWAYS @Y/N WE WANT YOUR ATTENTION >:(

Child 🚼

YEAH

NUKES ⚠️ replying to Enderboy 🌌

THIS!

You sighed as you messaged them back.

Y/N (insert your user here if you'd like)

BITCH ASS I WAS SHOWERING

@Child 🚼 @NUKES ⚠️ @Enderboy 🌌

BE PATIENT GOD

WHATS UP ANYWAYS

NUKES ⚠️

COME MEET UP WITH US AT THE PARK

ME AND @Enderboy 🌌 ARE HERE CAUSE HES ORGANISED BUT WERE STILL WAITING FOR YOU AND @Child 🚼

Child 🚼

WAS THERE THE NEED TO TAG ME THEY KNOW IM TOMMY

BUT ANYWAYS IM ALMOST THERE

Enderboy 🌌 replying to @Child 🚼

Well get here quicker smh 🙄✋

You sighed at your friends antics. As much as you loved them they were annoying at times. You messaged them back a quick:

Y/N

alright give me like 20 mins

And put down your phone, letting it ping from probably an angry TommyInnit wanting you to be quicker. You changed into nice but comfortable clothes, and headed out, having already eaten since it was about midday.

When you eventually got to the park, your three best friends were standing there. Well, you assumed the third was there somewhere, he said he arrived but you could only see Ranboo and Tubbo. They waved at you and you waved back. You made a shrugging emote as of to ask "where's Tommy?" And before they could answer, he (for some reason) threw a hand right infront of your face, the sudden and unexpected movement making you flinch slightly, and was pretty much only possible if you squinted.

"You're finally here! Took your fucking time." Tommy said as he moved infront of you. He turned towards the boys, you thinking he was going to walk/run towards them, but he actually crouched down a bit.

"Come on small younger child! I shall piggy back you over concidering that's what small children like to do." You rolled your eyes and sighed loudly.

"Tommy, I'm legit a year younger than you three." You stated, but he wouldn't give it up. You finally caved in.

"Fine, just this once." You said as you began to get on his back, and before you could balance yourself, he started running as fast as he could towards the others. You knew he wouldn't drop you, but you still grasped onto him anyways, listening to him laughing at you. He put you down when you got to Ranboo and Tubbo.

"Hey guys! Tommy insisted I let him give me a piggy back here because it's, and I quote, "what small children like to do"." You stood there with your arms crossed while they all laughed.

"Well, you gonna stand there and laugh all day, or are we gonna do something?" Granted, it was funny, but you would've been standing in the park all day if you didnt egg them along. It took a while, but someone did finally answer, Tubbo, to be precise. He was wiping his eyes from the tears that formed while laughing as he spoke to you.

"We're going to the arcade!" He exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air on the word arcade. The arcade, the main centre of loud and unexpected noises, great. You acted like you were excited, which you were, don't take it the wrong way, it's just you didn't want to be near all the loud noises.

Once you all eventually made it to the arcade, you all went off different ways, but you and Ranboo, since the other two were off like kids in a candy shop. You two hung out and stayed together, you occasionally jumping at the sudden preset messages coming out of the machines. You were watching Ranboo absolutely kill it on Guitar Hero before the sound that pushed you over the edge rendered through the place. It was only loud nearby, but it was loud enough to make you walk out the place. Ranboo watched you walk out, still somehow perfectly playing the end of his round. When he did finish, he went to find Tubbo and Tommy before bringing them outside, them finding you sitting on the floor near the entrance doors. You looked up at them, feeling guilty about being the cause of the look on their faces.

"Before, you ask, I'm fine, loud noises just scare me and make me a bit skiddish, same goes with sudden movements. I'm sorry if I worried you." They all looked at eachother before Tommy walked back inside and Ranboo and Tubbo pulled you up and towards the nearest cafe. You all ordered and sat outside.

"Sorry Y/N, we didn't know, we'll think better next time." Tubbo said, with Ranboo nodding his head to agree. You took one of their hands each in yours and held them there.

"Don't worry about me, alright? I should've said sooner." You reassured them. Just as you let go, Tommy pulled up to the table and sat down, pushing something towards you. You all looked at him confused, he never really gave the gifts.

"Sorry." He mumbled as he pushed the gift towards you. He lifted up his hand to reveal a rubber duck he exchanged with the tickets he won.

"Thank you, Tommy, and there's no need to be. It's happened now, let's just enjoy something at this cafe."

And that's exactly what you all did.

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A/N: FINALLY DONE :D so sorry the time this took, had school and stuff and was on off writing it. THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR 203 FOLLOWERS BTW <3

Taglist: @bozowrites

I KEEP FORGETTING TAGLIST 😃

[diavolosthots]

How would the brothers react to their (boy/girlfriend) mc suffering from memory loss?

I'm going to assume MC was just "born" with it and didnt actually go through anything traumatic

THE BROTHERS reacting to MC suffering from memory loss 

Lucifer:

It started small at first, you just forgot simple things and he’d let it slide, but at some point sooner or later he would become concerned with the amount of things you forgot, not what you forgot. Is this normal? It shouldn’t be. You’re not an old human. As far as he knows, humans can easily live up into their 80s. It was kind of agitating him, too, but he wouldn’t voice that, not yet. “You’re forgetting things.” it was a question of whether or not you had realized, it was a fact. “And I can’t have that.” he makes it out as if it was an inconvenience to him, but if it hadn’t become one already, it would also be an inconvenience to you before you know it. So what’s this awesome thing they have down here in the Devildom? Magic. Suddenly you’ll remember everything.

Mammon:

Honestly, for how much he forgets things himself, chances are that he didn’t even realize at first that you had memory loss, until even he had picked up on it. His brother’s birthdays, big exams, important meetings…. They all seemed to have been forgotten by you. He’d get onto you, scared that you’d forget him as well. “Oi! My birthday is next week and…” “MC, it’s been almost a year since I became ya first! We needa celebrate!” but then the day would come and you would still forget… He’d be sad, not gonna lie, but he’d offer to help as much as possible. “Guess ya really can’t live without the great Mammon.” 

Leviathan:

It upset him at first. Dates, calls, inside jokes…. They all would be forgotten and Levi would be left sad and wondering if it’s all his fault and he’s just being used by you. His thoughts would turn dark pretty quickly and chances are he’ll bottle it all up inside and turn a cold shoulder. He doesn’t necessarily want to, but it’s a self protection kind of thing. Well… sooner or later that would blow up into an argument and he would feel like shit when you tell him you suffer from memory loss. “So… part of your life just goes missing?” Basically, yeah. It’s more complicated than that and obviously differs in people, but at least he’s got the basic gist. 

Satan:

He’s so quick to notice, you don’t even have to tell him. Now, before you guys started dating, he DEFINITELY used that to prank you and you easily missed a few important student council meetings or your night of cooking because of him (he still secretly laughs about it), but once you two became an item, he kind of took you under his wing and made sure you stayed on track. He still pulls light pranks on you like causing you to be just a little late to class or making you question what you learned today, but it’s nothing extreme…. Until you two get into a fight then it’s over. 

Asmodeus:

Much like Lucifer, he noticed it in little things first. Forgetting where your toothbrush was placed or even something silly like which fork to use when you guys dine at the Demon Lord’s castle. In your defense though, there’s a lot of cutlery. Anyway, he found it cute at first and saw it as an opportunity to be your Knight in Shining Armor, but it’s also worrying to him. “Oh I just got memory loss! I usually put reminders on my phone but it seems I forgot…” He’s not going to lie, he definitely laughed at that. Don’t worry, Asmo is here. 

Beelzebub:

It took him forever to notice because he kind of took it upon himself to do everything anyway; he desperately wants to be the provider type and not have you worry about a thing. Belphegor is probably the one who pointed it out like “Dude your bestie got memory loss” (because Beel would be besties with his s/o can’t change my mind.) and then he has a sort of “ooohh….” moment, but he really wouldn’t change much? Like, he’s just going to continue to take care of you. 

Belphegor:

See, he unintentionally forgets (to him) unimportant things so he kind of feels that? “I suffer from memory loss” okay?Just don’t forget important things. But that’s the issue and that’s where he kind of struggles. “You forgot your birthday?” “you forgot Lord Diavolo’s party for Barbatos?” “You forgot to EAT?!” And all of a sudden he’s frantically running around trying to make sure you don’t die and he’s even more exhausted than usual and sleeps like a god damn rock, but hey, at least you’re okay and not forgetting anything anymore, thanks to him, right? 

[hyenahunt]

Secret Service: GLOBALISM - 4

Writer: Akira

Season: Winter

Characters: Kohaku, Jun, Hiyori

Proofreading: bakemonoremy (JP) & Skyress (ENG)

Translation: haranami & hyenahunt

Jun: But speaking as your friend, I wouldn't want you heading down a dangerous path.

Location: Ryokan

[A few hours later, in Kyushu.]

Kohaku: …That’s the long an’ short of it. Basically, I came all this way to teach that Madara-han a lesson.

Jun: Wait, dude, hold up a second... You shouldn't be here — I mean, travelling between places in between the prelims isn't allowed, right? Are you gonna be okay, Sakura-kun?

Kohaku: “Okay” might be an overstatement, but I managed t’sort things out somehow.

The youngest of my older sisters is good with disguises, so I asked her to take my place for a lil’ while.

An’ Rinne-han’s got all sorts of plots an’ schemes ready on the off chance they realize that I’ve broken the rules.

He’s done all sorts of things t’make it seem like we’ve been behavin’ ourselves.

Actually, he got mad at me an’ told me that he wanted me t’explain my situation sooner. “There are a ton of preparations that needa be made if you’re gonna do somethin’ evil,” an’ all.

Jun: Crazy:B's planning something 'evil' again, huh...?

Kohaku: Hm… If bein’ evil is about opposin’ justice, then I guess that’s what Crazy:B is.

But we’re fightin’ fer idols an’ the fans that support ‘em. We won’t do anythin’ that’d make everyone sad, so there’s no need t’worry.

Jun: Well, alright... I'm not sure what you're up to, but we've got no right to mess with whatever you guys are planning.

But speaking as your friend, I wouldn't want you heading down a dangerous path.

Kohaku: I’m real sorry fer that. I’ll at least make sure t’not cause y’all any trouble.

I’ll make myself scarce as soon as y’all tell me where Madara-han is, so I hope you’re willin’ t’share the info you have.

It’s all well an’ good that I rushed out here t’give him a good punch, but I don’t have a single clue ‘bout his whereabouts.

Well, I reckon he’s in Shikoku, but it’s a big area. I need t’narrow things down a lil’ more.

Madara-han’s workin’ with Adam right now, so I figured I’d start the search by comin’ to Eve, since you’re in the same unit together.

Jun: Aha, so that's why you came to see us, since we've been staying put here in the ryokan this whole time.

But like I told you on call yesterday, we've unfortunately got no clue where Adam is or what they're up to.

Adam — well, Ibara, really... He's real set on putting us aside somewhere all squeaky-clean and safe while taking on all the dirty work himself.

Kohaku: ……

Jun: So while I'm sure he's up to no good somewhere or the other... anything else is beyond me. I'm sorry 'bout that.

Kohaku: No, it’s all right. I figured there’d be things ya wouldn’t be able t’discuss over HoldHands, so I came t’see ya in person fer caution’s sake.

Jun: Man, Ibara's the same way, too. Ever since the prelims started, everyone's pretty much stopped using HoldHands. What's up with that? I mean, it's just so convenient.

Kohaku: I wouldn’t say that we can’t use it, but it’s a good idea t’not have any important conversations on there.

Keepin’ in mind how HoldHands works, all the information on there is completely accessible to ES’s top brass.

So people who don’t trust the higher ups — or rather, the management — probably prefer t’stick on the safe side and not use it.

Jun: Huh, so it's like some kinda information warfare.

Yuuki-san and Ibara are well-versed in this sorta stuff, so if folks like them are avoiding HoldHands, then I guess it's the right move to make.

Kohaku: Yuuki-san? Ya mean that guy in Trickstar?

I heard he had his phone confiscated, an’ then he got thrown into a jungle. So it’s more like he wouldn’t be able t’use HoldHands even if he wanted to.

Jun: Man, a whole bunch of units are getting thrown into crazy situations this time round...

There was seriously nothing like it last year, but this year the whole vibe of SS has completely changed.

Units who prepared in all earnesty expecting it to be the same as last time are getting thrown for a total loop, huh?

And on the flip side, it works out for newbies who aren't all that interested in idol history. That's pretty much what Crazy:B's like, right?

Kohaku: Mm… Rinne-han an’ HiMERU-han are actually more old-fashioned than ya might expect, so they’ve been complainin’ a lot. Niki-han and I have jus’ been enjoyin’ ourselves, though.

We’ve been watchin’ the broadcasts of everythin’ that’s goin’ on in the other regions an’ laughin’ our heads off.

If the competition was only about singin’ an’ dancin’, I doubt I would’ve been even the slightest bit interested till last year.

Jus’ like how someone who didn’t know a thing ‘bout baseball wouldn’t really be able t’enjoy the Koshien. [1]

There’s a lot more variety show stuff goin’ on this year, though, so even people who aren’t too interested in idols’ll probably have a good time watchin’.

Jun: Makes sense, yeah. As for me, though, my life's always revolved around idols for as long as I can remember, so I've always been pretty passionate about watching SS every year.

And starting from this year, it's kinda feeling like they're aiming to pull in not only the so-called idol otakus, but the typical normie, too.

Almost like ES is shooting for world domination via idols, really, but I guess it kinda has to start going in that direction.

Kohaku: Ain’t that right. Most of the people livin’ on this planet couldn’t care less ‘bout idols, after all.

If we wanna make any progress in the future, we need t’appeal to those groups of people.

We’re gonna hit a plateau sooner or later if we jus’ keep followin’ tradition.

Jun: Welp, that's just how it is. But it's so much to deal with when all the things we gotta do and think about just keep building up~ I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed, myself.

But the way it feels like it's going, with this turning into a festival on a nationwide scale, trying to drag in even the general public and throwing out everything we've been used to up 'till now — honestly, it's a little scary.

— Wait, sorry 'bout that, Sakura-kun. I wound up whining a bit there.

Kohaku: Ahaha, I don’t mind. You’ve been cooped up in this ryokan for a while now, haven’t ya? You’ve probably got a lot of anger pent up.

Jun: You got that right. We can't do anything else other than sit around on stand-by for helper requests right now, but what I wanna do is go somewhere to just chill out a lil'.

Hiyori: Well then, why don't we all set off on a trip together!

Jun: ...Come again? You just showed up outta nowhere, Ohii-san.

What d'ya mean by that? There's seriously no logic in what you say, is there?

Hiyori: Of course! I mean, I'm certainly no robot!

Kohaku: Oh, hello there. Sorry fer bargin’ in.

Hiyori: Oh, welcome, welcome~ ♪ You have my thanks for always playing with our Jun-kun, Kohaku-kun!

Jun: What're you, my mom? For that matter, whaddya mean by a trip? Aren't we literally in the middle of one, being away from home and all?

Hiyori: Non, non! All we're doing is sitting around in our ryokan and having our little hot spring soaks — you can hardly call this a trip! Of course, getaways for the sole purpose of unwinding are a thing!

You see, what I like to do on a trip is get out exploring more, do some proper sightseeing and stroll around sampling all the tasty local specialties!

One where we take countless photos for the memories, and buy so many souvenirs we can hardly carry them all —

That's the kind of trip that I so very much desire! I mean, we finally have all this time to ourselves, don't we?

And it just so happens that I have the perfect excuse to go for it. ♪

Jun: ......?

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Translation Note:

1. Koshien, the National High School Baseball Championship, is an annual tournament and the largest amateur sport event in Japan.

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[agerestorybits]

Virgil’s break

“You need a break.” Logan said. “You haven’t regressed in over two and it shows.”

“How?” Virgil snapped at him from were he was perched on the back of the couch eyes on the kitchen waiting for Thomas to get back from getting his drink. He could see him fine but he still thinks he should have followed him in there.

“You’re grouchy.” Roman muttered tired and annoyed of dealing with Virgil’s attitude for the past few days.

“You’re being dramatic.” Virgil shot at him without looking away from Thomas who was making his way back into the room two drinks in his hands.

“And you don’t even need eyeshadow with how little you’ve slept.” Roman said trying so very hard to not yell.

Thomas said down and wordlessly passed Virgil a drink which Virgil didn’t even notice was in a sippy cup till he took a sip. He sputtered, “What the?”

“What’s wrong bud?” Thomas asked looking at him softly.

“I...I don’t wanna...want a...I mean.” Virgil stuttered looking around at everyone else staring at him. There were too many eyes. Lucky they seemed to pick up on his unease and all sunk out leaving him in Thomas’ care.

“Sit down next to me?” Thomas asked grabbing a blanket.

Virgil slid down next to him on the couch and leaned his head slowly on Thomas’ shoulder. Thomas threw the blanket over both of them and put an arm around Virgil. Virgil started drinking from the sippy again, slipping. “Comfy?”

“Mmm yeah...No! Gotta big gin!” Virgil squirmed and whined.

“Nope it’s little time.” Thomas said firmly.

Virgil teared up, and Thomas rubbed his upper arm and rocked him a little. Virgil sniffed and yawned eyes closing and his thumb drifting towards his mouth. Thomas handed him his little nightmare paci and let him sleep on his shoulder while he got some zz’s as well.

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Virgil woke up firmly in littlespace around three or four and very upset. He’s crying woke up Thomas who panicked before getting into Caregiver mode and started to address the issue. “Needa protec everybody! Always!”

“You’re allowed to take breaks and time for yourself. We’ll be fine.” Thomas said gently.

“But hurt you last time.” Virgil wiped at his cheeks.

“Last time?...You mean when you tried to duck out?” Thomas ask sadly. He didn’t now Virgil was still holding onto that.

“I gotta not mess up gin.”

Thomas hugged him tightly. “You won’t. We’ll be here to help you.”

“Always?” Virgil whispered.

“Always.” Thomas reassured him.

“Forever?” Virgil asked a little louder.

“Forever and ever.” Thomas said trying not to smile.

“Promise?” Virgil held up a pinkie. Thomas shook it grinning. “Promise.”

Virgil took a shaky breath. “Can We play now?”

“Yeah we can play now.” Thomas said glad the crisis was over at least for the moment.

000

Roman was cuddling a very sick very stubborn Virgil who wanted to go check on Thomas. “But-”

“No Vee. You need to rest.” Roman said sticking the paci back into the little’s mouth. “You overworked yourself again and now you’re sick. You need rest.”

“But I gotta!” Virgil wailed around the pacifier.

Roman sighed. “You sooner you rest the sooner you can get back to watching over everybody.”

Virgil whimpered.

Roman rocked him and kissed his temple. “You aren’t failing little hero.”

“Hero?” Virgil looked up at him trusting his judgement. He was caregiver and they were never wrong. At least in his little mind that was true.

“You save everybody. I think that makes you a hero.” Roman said.

Virgil giggled before coughing. He teared up. “Hurts.”

Roman winced. “I know bud. What about some hot chocolate for your throat?”

Virgil looked at him with wide eyes. “Marmellow?”

“With marshmallows.” Roman dropped his voice to a whisper in case Logan was around. “I’ll even give you the big ones.”

Virgil was scrambling on wobbly legs and tugging Roman to the kitchen as fast as he could. Roman laughed and picked him up to avoid any trips and falls. He set Virgil in a chair and set to work making the hot chocolate, explaining exactly what he was doing much to Virigl’s excitement.

“Aaaand done!” Roman said putting the last marshmallow in.

“DONE!” Virgil clapped bouncing in his seat before coughing some more.

“Easy.” Roman rubbed his back before handing him the child safe mug and a spoon for the marshmallows. He would just try to eat them with his hands otherwise.

After a couple minutes, Roman just talking about random topics as he waited for Virgil to finish. “Done...Think I need more.” Virgil said looking firmly into his empty cup.

“Oh?” Roman asked.

“Yeah my...throat still hurts.” Virgil fake coughed. Roman snorted at the weak attempt to get more hot chocolate.

“You could just ask. No need to try and trick me.” Roman said trying the mug.

“Chocolate plz!” As Roman got up to leave Janus stuck his head in and raised an eyebrow.

Virgil avoided his gaze causing both Roman and Janus to laugh before going back to what they were doing.

“Princey?”

“Yeah tiny nightmare?” Roman asked handing him the second cup.

“Im really a hero?” Virgil asked.

“Really.” Roman said. “Now finish drinking then cuddle and nap.”

Virgil nodded, He did drink a little slower knowing he wouldn’t get another cup but was eager to be picked up and taken to bed for cuddles.

He laid curled up to Roman peacefully asleep with a paci in his mouth and a stuffed black cat under his arms.

[hqshine]

Can I request for a scenario? Fluff prompt #18 + Iwaizumi please. Because, Iwaizumi Hajime, Athletic Trainer (27) lives in my mind rent free. Thank you in advance ❤️

— 18 again —

#18: “My friends dared me to talk to you”

pairing: Timeskip!Iwaizumi x reader

genre: fluff

type: scenario

Summary: Meeting him again at a high school reunion sparks up some memories of when the both of you were 18

extras: hello guys, i’ve gotten quite a few requests and i’ll be slowly writing them because of school. Feel free to request, it’s still open but you guys might needa wait a while :,) @cotton-writings Thank you for requesting! ^^

“Iwa-chan don’t be such a wuss” Oikawa whispered to him, hand covering his mouth to prevent anyone else from listening in

Iwaizumi glared at him and pushed him away

“I’m serious, it’s probably the only chance you get with her” he said it in a annoying tone making Iwaizumi roll his eyes

Hanamaki nodded in agreement

However, Iwaizumi’s gaze wandered back to your figure

It was a few years since high school graduation but you still looked amazing

Your dress showing off your curves at the right places and your smile was radiant

He blushed slightly as he remembered the small memories of spending time with you

It wasn’t exactly romantic, but every memory with you was precious

The two of you were study buddies, especially since you sat infront of him

He remember the times you would doze off while studying

You looked...peaceful

like everything else beside you vanished and he could focus on you

You were snoring lightly but, he just found it completely adorable

he remember brushing your hair away from your face and staring at you, not caring about his incomplete homework infront of him

he knew he developed serious feelings for you, but he never acted on them

“Iwa-chan just go” Oikawa nudged him, almost knocking the glass of wine he was holding

“Okay fine, i dare you to go up to her. If you don’t, you’re buying us one ramen bowl each” Oikawa grinned smugly

The rest of his friends nodding in approval

“Make it two bowls each”

Iwaizumi scrunched his eyebrows at him

Iwaizumi adjusted his suit and tie before walking up to you

You were talking with some ex club members and turned around at the sound of a fairly familiar voice

“Hi, my friends dared me to come talk to you”

Your eyes widened as you took him in, he had a voice you could never forget

“Iwaizumi! Oh my god, it’s been forever” you said as you hugged him

Your ex club mates left the both of you alone as they walked away smiling and giggling

The hug lingered for a while longer, neither of you wanted to let go secretly

He smelled a whiff of your vanilla scent and immediately relaxed

You hugged him tighter, feeling safe in his warm arms

The two of you started talking about the random stuff

“It’s been going great, i got a job that i really like doing. Although romantically....” you sighed

“Now that’s another topic Iwa-chan” you pouted, looking down at your drink

“Well, if you want to feel better, it’s not going great for me either” Iwaizumi said, glancing out into the scenery

The both of you escaped with a bottle of champagne and decided to relax at the balcony

The view was amazing and the wind against your skin made it an even more magical evening

“Don’t joke with me Iwa-chan. You’re such a hottie, i’m sure you had tons of chances” You glanced up at him

Iwaizumi laughed at your comment and turned to face you as well. “Well i did like this girl. In high school actually, she’s here”

You visibly clenched your glass tighter, a feeling of disappointment filling you

You flashed him a fake smile and softly asked, “and who’s that?”

Iwaizumi brushed your hair away from your face, similar to his actions when the two of you were eighteen

“you’re a smart girl Y/n, guess” you clicked your tongue and pouted

“Iwa-chan just tell me! I’ve listed almost everyone here” you exclaimed in frustration as he chuckled at your reaction

He took a sip of his champagne

“We were very close” Iwaizumi smiled unconsciously

“She had these bright, beautiful eyes and whenever she looked at me i just wanted to stare at them all day” He turned to face you and looked into your orbs, pausing for a little while before continuing

“She was kind, caring, selfless, gorgeous and she made me feel happy” He thought of all the times you surprised him at his matches and cheered loudly for him

You closed your eyes and thought for a while, “Iwa-chan i-i still don’t know” you said

“I wish she could see the way people look up to her, see the way i see her through my eyes” Iwaizumi murmured, putting his glass down and closing the distance between the two of you

“I wish i’d done this when i was eighteen” He wrapped his arm around your waist as your eyes widened in realisation

He looked down at your lips and you leaned in closer, giving him the signal that it was okay. Iwaizumi placed his lips softly against yours, his one hand on your cheek and the other aroudj your waist

It was soft, shy almost. But soon, he gripped your waist tighter and the kiss intensified. The both of you fighting for dominance which was in vain when Iwaizumi was clearly winning

The two of you broke apart, panting for air. The kiss literally took your breath away

Iwaizumi placed his forehead against yours and your noses touched as you smiled at him and bit your lip

“Baby don’t do that, i’ll have to kiss it away” Iwaizumi almost growled

You threw your head back in laughter, missing the way Iwaizumi stared at you with absolute adoration and affection in his eyes

“So Y/n” he asked

“Will you let me take you out?” You nodded, smiling

“You know Iwa-chan, that should’ve came before the kiss”

“are you really complaining babe”

You adjusted his collar for him, “nope, not at all. My crush i couldn’t get over for almost years now, confessed to me, there’s nothing to complain about”

Iwaizumi sighed, “I really should’ve asked you out sooner”

You snuggled into his chest as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead

“it doesn’t matter, what’s important is that i have you now” You smiled

You could feel the low rumble of his chest as he chuckled

“Hey what did you mean when you said that your friends dared you to come talk to me?” You asked, recalling his first sentence

“i was too scared to come up to you so trashykawa and the rest dared me to do so. They’re weird, don’t mind them” he said as he scratched the back of his neck

You shivered lightly as the wind blew across your skin. As it was getting later, the temperature was dropping and the winds were growing harsher

Iwaizumi took off his jacket and draped it across your shoulders

“Shall we head back, My lady?” he bowed to you

You held back your laughter and played along with him, “we shall”

The two of you left after saying goodbyes and not with Oikawa shouting, “You still owe us one bowl each iwa-chan”

Iwaizumi kissed the back of your hand as he drove you home. One hand on the wheel and the other intertwined with yours

[bubbl3sworld]

The hardware store (Belch Huggins x black! reader)

“Y/n!!” 

She groaned hearing her name get shouted through the house, it was her second day spending the night at cousin Mike house, or farm rather. And so far, she hated it. She slip the covers over her face, trying to ignore her grandfather shouting her name. Just when he stopped, footsteps were heard leading up to the room she was sleeping in. She balled herself up further in the bed, hoping for no one to come into her only safe space.

It wasn’t until the door creaked open was her cover blown

“I know you’re up Cuzzo” It was Mike, you could tell by his voice. 

Y/n removed the covers, sitting up slowly. Her eyes dragged up to his face, giving him an annoyed stare. “What does that man want now?” She asked reaching to fix her bonnet only to feel that it wasn’t on her head.

 “It’s on the floor” Mike points out smiling, “He wants you to go get some things from the hardware store since you can drive” She leaned over to pick up her {color} bonnet. “Mike you don’t got no friends to take you? Back home I always got a ride somewhere” She shakes off the bonnet before putting it on the dresser. “That’s what happens when your home schooled” She rolled her eyes, ‘It’s not my problem he’s a loner’ She thought 

“Well, it sounds to me that you and granddad got personal problems. Tell him I’m still slumped” Mike sighed shaking his head seeing the girl’s head hit the pillow. “Come on Y/n, you’re lucky enough that granddad ain’t making you work” She grumbled curses under her breath, damn that man. “The least you can do is run into town!” “Goddammit Mikey, Fine! Give me like, an hour. I wanna shower” Mike nods, leaving the room for her to get ready. “God I want to go home already” She got up and opened the dresser drawer to grab a shower cap

~

“Listen hear girl, you only going to the hardware store!” 

Y/n hums as she skillfully laid her edges with the toothbrush in the bathroom, barely hearing the old man yell at her. She knew she had more plans then just to go to a damn hardware store, like seriously. If she wasn’t going to be confined in the house, the least she can do is explore. 

“Are you listening to me Y/n!” Y/n sits the toothbrush on the sink, grabbing her black bandanna and walking out the bathroom. She laid it across her edges and went into the kitchen. “Of course granddad” She replied, sarcasm hinted in her voice. “Now what am I exactly going to the hardware store to get? Sum bolts or sum?” Leory shook his head at the girl as he handed her the keys

“My tractor needa oil change, I need you to go grab oil, spark plug, and a wheel” Y/n eyebrow furrowed at the mention of a wheel. “A wheel? Like a Wheel Wheel? The wheel for that big thing?” Leory nodded much to her annoyance. “Grandad, how am I supposed to get it in the back of the pick up?” She whined. Leory laughed, dismissing her by waving his hand. “Figure it out girl!”  Y/n walks out, grumbling to herself. How the hell is she supposed to get that big ass wheel in the back of the truck? She walks outside to the driveway, unlocking the door and starting up the car. “Hey Y/n!” She looks over her shoulder to see Mike running over to the old truck. “What do you want brat?” She teases with a smile, her smile soon dropped seeing him rubbing the back of his head. “I forgot to say, If you see a blue trans am stand clear. You do not want to get in their path” Y/n rolls her eyes, putting the her foot on the brake as she shifts the gear into drive.

“You think I’m scared of some white kids? Boy please. I’ll be back!” Mike backs away from the truck, watching her pull out of the driveway and down the road. 

~

Y/n spent the first hour searching for the store, Leory didn’t even give her any directions to the store. “At least this town is nice” She shrugs as she circles the block once again. A honk behind her made her check her rear mirror, only to see the car pulling up next to her. She looks over to see a man rolling down his window, she was hesitant to do the same but did follow suit. 

“Aye, you lost?” Y/n blinks, getting a good look at what she could see of him in his car. He was wearing a band tee and a yellow hat, he also had a bandanna that matched hers on his wrist. “Yeah” She finally replied leaning out the window. “You know where the hardware store is ‘round here?” The boy chuckled, clicking his tongue in amusement. “I’m actually headed there right now, you down to follow?”

“Hell yeah” Y/n cheered seeing him take his foot off the brake and move forward. This might be easier then she thought

~ 

As the strange boy in the blue car promised, he lead her to the hardware store. She missed the place by a mile given where it was at. Y/n parks the car, taking the key out of the ignition. She got out to greet the boy who led her to the place, to at least say thank you. But she saw him already walk in the store, she sped up to meet him. 

“Hey!” She smiled tapping him on his shoulder. He turned around and looked down at her, man he was tall. “You seriously walked off before I could thank you dude” That word felt funny coming out her mouth but she rolled with it. “I mean, It’s the least I could do after seeing you aimless circle the block” He chuckled, the both of them began talking and walking together

“Oh, so now you throwin shots?” She laughed as she watched him look up on the shelves. “If the shoe fits princess” Her heart slightly jumped hearing him call her that, but yet she was slightly freaked out. “Oh shut your mouth” He laughed as he turned back to her. He scanned her up and down before his eyes landed on her shirt. “You like Metallica?” Y/n looks down at her shirt, she forgot she had this old thing. 

“Yeah, what about it” Y/n questioned as they walked to the next isle. “I didn’t know that someone like you likes that type of music” She rolls her eyes at that sentence, somethings are too good to be true. “What? A black girl like me can’t listen to ‘your’ type of music?” She said doing air quotes, the boy rubs the back of his head. “I never really said that, but alright” “But you were implying it” She counters. “What’s your name, white boy?” “White boy?” He questioned picking up a pair of pliers. “You’re white, are you not?” She teases glancing at the shelf, her eyes landing on a big jug of oil. 

“The names Reggie, but my friends call me Belch” He watched as she picked up the jug of oil, a confused look appearing in his eye. Why would she need that? “Oooh! We friends just like that?” She grins holding the oil container in her hand. “Why they call you Belch?” An evil grin spread on his face, he leaned down to her to ear, Y/n backed away at this. “The hell you doin?” She asked slightly irritated. “Damn! Calm down, Does it look like Imma hurt you?” He saw how the girl gave him a sarcastic stare. “The sixties weren’t that long ago” Y/n started to walk out the isle, Reggie trailing not far behind. 

“Seriously, You asked why they called me Belch! I was gonna tell you!” Y/n rolls her eyes, how stupid does he think she is? “What? Were you gonna burp in my ear or sum shit?” Reggie fell silent, he cracking a half smile that made her laugh. “Oh my god, You seriously was gonna burp in my ear?” “What? Noooo I would never!” She couldn’t help but smile seeing him on the verge of laughter. “Okay, maaybe I was” “Asshole” Y/n shot back, reaching up to press his hat over his eyes. “Don’t do that!” He moved her hand, she laughs backing away. 

“You know where the spark plug isle is? I need one for a tractor” Reggie was a bit taken back by that, a girl like her is a farm girl? “Yeah uh, Next isle over” He said taking her over to the isle. “You a farm girl?” “Hell no” She quickly dismissed. “Im spending the summer with my cousin who happens to live on a farm” Y/n looks up at all the spark plugs lined up. “You a white male, pick which one would work for a tractor” “Just because I’m white doesn’t mean I know how tractors work but” Reggie reaches up to grab a plug, “This might work” He looked and saw how full her hands were with the container. “I’ll hold it for you” He reassures making Y/n smile.

 “So, Are you gonna tell me your name or what?” It went over Y/n’s head that she didn’t tell him her name. “I’m Y/n, I thought I told you my name earlier” She shrugs as they walked to the cash register. “Nah, I was hoping that you tell me sooner” Reggie smiles as they placed their things on the counter. “Hey, Can you ring me up one of those tractor wheels?” The cashier looks behind him grabbing the wheel and rolling it on the floor. “Get that for me Reggie will you?” Y/n said as she pulled out the cash her grandfather gave her. 

The two of them walked out of the store, Reggie rolling the wheel for Y/n all the way to the truck. “So tell me Y/n, You in a gang?” Y/n coughed, that question caught her off guard. “You do know that the black bandanna doesn’t mean your gang affiliated right?” Y/n watched as Reggie puts the wheel in the back of the truck, strapping it down to make it secure. “Not true” He said pointing to his black bandanna. Y/n rolls her eyes, of course the white boy thinks he’s gang affiliated. “Boy please, You ain’t White boy Rick” She cackles, “You probably have a close group of friends and yall probably started calling a gang” She saw how he rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes were avoiding hers. 

“Which, May I add, isn’t what a gang is. But you do you boo” Y/n walks over to him, smiling. “Thanks for your help today man, I had no idea how I was gonna get that wheel back there” Reggie lets out a laugh. “It was no problem, I was wondering why a girl was going to the hardware store” Y/n rolls her eyes, of course he had to talk about that. “I know stuff about cars” “Oh really?” Reggie challenged. “That Blue car over there, what type is it?” Y/n looks over at his blue car, squinting her eyes. “I don’t know the breed of cars, the hell I look like? You?” She laughed seeing him roll his eyes. “But I do know how to change a tire!” 

“Good enough for me” Reggie shrugs. “So, Are you gonna be in town tomorrow?” Y/n thinks, Mike did ask her a day prior to take him to hang with his friends. “Most likely, Why?” She asked, she leaned on the side of the truck. “How about I show you around town since your from the city, or at least I’m assuming” Y/n smiles, nodding quickly. “Better than sittin in the house doing a whole lotta  nothin, I’ll meet you here around twelve!” Reggie grins, “Yeah! I-I mean” He coughs, trying to die down his excitement. “Yeah, I’ll see you here” Y/n started to get in the truck, closing the door. 

Reggie had moved away and when she pulled out and went her own way, he mentally screamed. “Hell yes” He grins going to his car, he couldn’t wait to tell the guys. 

~

“What’s with your sudden change of heart and taking me to see my friends?” Mike watched as Y/n went through the closet to pick out some clothes for tomorrow. “What? I can’t just be a good cousin?” Y/n smiled throwing a shirt on her bed. “I didn’t know you actually had friends, like seriously I’d thought you were some loner weirdo” Mike crossed his arms, “Are you trying to throw digs at me? Like you aren’t the one who listens to heavy metal like you’re white?” 

“Music has no race, Mikey” Y/n hums picking out a pair of shorts. “I may or may have not met someone, and they wanna take me around town. Mind ya damn business” “Your business IS my business” She rolls her eyes. As she went through her closet, she could only think about what Reggie really had in store for tomorrow.    

[redcrownroses]

Capable: Arthur Morgan x F!Reader

Summary: You come up with a good robbery job, except there’s one small problem. Arthur won’t let you do it. You decide to disobey and do it either way but things don't turn out the way you expected them to. FLUFF.

Warnings: Injury, blood, mentions of sex

A/N: This is my first contribution to the fandom! I enjoy writing and I’m always nervous when putting my content out there. But anyways! I love Arthur so much!! I had this idea yesterday and decided to try my hand at it. So far I liked how it turned out. It gets pretty fluffy and sweet towards the end. Hope you guys like it, some feedback would also be greatly appreciated :)

                                        —🌹—

“No it’s far too dangerous for ya to go alone.” Arthur warned as he stared at a map in front of him. You were standing to his side, both hands resting flat on the round wooden table.

“I just think that if I were to go around 2 am it wouldn’t be much of a problem. There's only two guards at that time trust me I know what I’m doin’.” Your eyes bore into him though he kept his gaze fixated on the map.  

“No.” Arthur said firmly. “Besides Javier and I are already plannin’ a robbery so please Y/N just drop it. I have work to do right now.” He heaved a sigh and ran a hand down his face, eyes flickering towards the small lapping waves of the lake. Approaching footsteps made you both turn your heads towards the source. “Ah Javier you’re back.” Arthur didn’t spare you a glance which only caused you to roll your eyes and stomp away. “What’s up with her?” Javier arched a brow and Arthur shook his head. “Ah ya know how she is. Stubborn as always.” Arthur dismissed the subject with a curt wave of his hand and the two men began planning out their robbery.

You huffed as you stormed into your tent. You’ve been planning this out for a while now and it irked you to a great extent that Arthur immediately dismissed it. You know how to defend yourself and you’ve proven time and again that you were a very capable woman. 

Arthur knew that as well. He was just being cautious though. Too cautious this time around. Ever since the both of you started being sweet on one another right after the Blackwater mess you couldn’t help but notice how extra protective he became of you. It was endearing at first, you could admit, but as time passed by it began to bother you. Can’t really blame the man though, he finally found something good and real after everything he’s been through. Losing you would be beyond cruel.

As you sat down on your bedroll and began cleaning your twin pistols you thought about asking Dutch’s opinion on the matter but if he were to find out that Arthur rejected your idea, well, it was more than likely that Dutch would side with his right-hand man. And worse, give that job to someone else. You couldn’t let that happen. This was your goddamn job.

It was then that you decided to go through with it with or without Arthur’s consent. 

Like it’s been noted before, you are more than capable of taking care of yourself and pulling through with a job. You gathered all the necessary belongings you were to bring on your trip and took a peek through the flaps of your tent. You watched as the two men conversed by the round table, Arthur’s back facing you. The golden rays of the setting sun reflected on Arthur’s light brown locks, causing a halo like aura to appear around it. He looked like an angel but sometimes he was a demon. Right now he was definitely the latter. 

You sighed and looked away. As much as it hurt to disobey like this you just knew that this take would be worth it. The more money, the sooner you can all finally get away from this outlaw life. All you needed was to get your hands on that state bond that was worth some thousand dollars. You were fortunate to have come across a drunken man working as a guard at the place you were gonna rob at the saloon not too long ago.

Draping your satchel over your shoulder, you took one last peek from your tent flaps before proceeding to fix your button up shirt and try to appear nonchalant. You stepped outside and headed towards Pearson’s post where he was happily singing one of his many sailor songs as he chopped away for tonight’s dinner. 

“Hey Pearson I’m going into town for a while. Gonna order me a hot bath, gather some new supplies, and snoop around if anyone asks. I’ll be back tomorrow morning.” He nodded with a quick wave of his hand and you made your way towards your horse, Mabel, and hopped on.

                                        —🌹—

The ride to Cornwall Kerosene & Tar went just as expected. You arrived within the time period you had predicted and you hardly came across other lone riders on the way. You climbed off of Mabel, patting her and feeding her a sugar cube. “Good girl,” you smiled up at her and continued petting on her muzzle before moving towards the saddlebag and fishing out some canned beans and meat. You were starving and you still had about two hours until you went into action.

You kicked some dirt onto the campfire and climbed onto Mabel. You checked the time, a half hour left until 2. Perfect. You tugged at the reins and guided your horse towards your destination. 

It took about five minutes to finally get there and you immediately fished out your binoculars from your satchel and surveyed the area. Just how you expected it. Two guards at the front entrance, one making their way towards the back area. 

You hitched Mabel onto a nearby tree and began trekking towards the private property. Once you were closer you took cover behind a large wooden crate.

Just then a guard began rounding the corner and you silently peeked from behind the crate, thankful that there wasn’t good lighting in that area. He quickly scanned the vicinity before pulling out a cigarette and lighting it up. 

You weren’t sure how long he was gonna stay there and began formulating some plan to get past him when all of a sudden you heard the other guard calling for him, apparently he ran out of cigarettes of his own. Guess you just got lucky there. You couldn’t help but feel a bit cocky about that as you stood up and slinked towards the door. 

Upon approaching the upstairs office, you quietly began searching the place for the piece of paper. You searched and searched but you still found nothing. So much for luck. You heaved a soft sigh as you brushed back some flyaways from your forehead. Your eyes landed on a pretty painting hanging on the wall on your right. You knitted your brows together as a thought came across your mind and you stepped towards it. 

You brought your hands up and lifted the painting, you didn’t expect it to be quite heavy and almost dropped it. Breathing heavily, heart pumping quickly, you set it down on the floor carefully before looking back up at the safe box. You grinned. Now to get it open. As you worked your way through it you didn’t hear one of the guards coming upstairs until it was too late. 

“Hey! Stop right there!” You whipped around, eyes wide as dinner plates as the guard pointed his repeater at you. You immediately raised your hands up in surrender. “Just what do you think you’re doing?” 

You were fast as you dodged behind the desk and the guard began to open fire, alerting the other one downstairs. There were some more gunshots and you managed to distribute some of your own. The guard ducked and backed out of the room to take some cover behind the adjacent wall. You took this opportunity to fire a few rounds at the wall and when your heard a yell you knew you hit your target. You then bolted towards the window and opened it. Turning sideways, you swiftly swung a leg out but before you could climb out completely the other guard came into view and fired at you. 

You let out a yelp as you climbed completely out the window, stumbling as you tried to steady yourself. The searing pain now coursed through the right side of your waist. You brought a hand over it and felt your blood immediately soaking your hand. This was bad. Your heard one of the guards yelling and boots stalking towards the window. Without a moment's hesitation you fired a couple of rounds towards the window as you backed up, eyes roaming around you wildly.

 You weren’t sure how you were gonna get down. That is until you heard a couple of gunshots coming from inside the building. Your features pulled back in bewilderment as you backed up against the wall behind you for support. When the gunfire ceased and the only sound heard was those of the insects, you finally allowed yourself to slide down the wall and onto the wooden planks of the roof beneath you.

“Y/N?” The familiar voice filled your ears, and although it was rough and filled with concerned you couldn’t help but smile faintly. “A-Arthur,” you managed to utter weakly. You felt yourself lose strength as the moments passed by. You heard heavy footsteps as they neared the window. Finally you heard him again, this time calling your name firmly as he climbed out the window. You could barely muster enough strength to lift your head up towards him. You felt heavy and you fought hard to keep your eyelids open. 

“Arthur,” you whispered softly, half lidded eyes flickering towards him as he hastily knelt down in front of you. “I—” 

He cut you off softly. “Shhh.” 

He immediately removed your hand from your wound and examined it. It was a good thing that the roof area there was well lit by one of the light posts. 

Arthur emitted a soft sigh of relief as he met your eyes again. “It’s only a graze but you’re bleeding so much. Needa apply some pressure on it.” He spoke softly.

He hurriedly dug through his satchel and took out his bandana before unfolding it to the cleaner area. Despite your hazy state you still noticed that Arthur’s hands were slightly trembling. 

“Here.” He placed it on your side with applied pressure and you let out a whimper as you shut your eyes tightly and gritted your teeth. “You’re gonna be okay, darlin’. You could get through this you’re strong.” He reassured you softly (and at the same time he was also reassuring himself). It helped you calm down a substantial amount. 

A small smile stretched across your pale lips. “I know.” That was the last thing you managed to say before everything went black.

                                       —🌹—

Everything and everywhere ached. You slowly opened your eyes and saw him staring down at you, a sturdy hand entwined with yours. He smiled affectionately and brought your hand up to plant a soft kiss at the back, his other hand caressing your thigh that was covered with a blanket. 

“Ya gave me quite a scare back there, darlin’.” It was almost a whisper and you noticed the slight tremor in his voice. His ocean colored eyes were filled with relief but there was also sorrow. It broke your heart witnessing that. 

“I’m sorry,” you croaked. Arthur shook his head. “You’re safe now.” It was then that your eyes traveled around the room you were in, confusion setting in. Arthur couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at how adorable you looked at that moment. 

“We’re at the doctor's in Valentine. Wasn’t sure if ya were gonna make the ride here but you were a trooper.”

You tried to sit up but immediately felt pain surging through the right side of your waist. It spread like wildfire across your abdomen. “Don’t.” Arthur warned as he gently placed a flat hand on your stomach. “You’re not gonna be moving for a while.” You frowned momentarily and inspected your patched up wound before looking back at him. 

“How—How did you know?” Arthur smoothed out the white sheets over your body before his gaze settled onto you. 

“I saw you ride out and when Pearson told me you were goin’ into town I knew immediately that was a lie, otherwise you wouldn’t be traveling the opposite direction.” He looked down as he caressed your hand in his. 

“So you knew then.” It was a statement rather than a question and Arthur simply nodded. 

“I dropped everythin’ and immediately rode out. Had a bad feelin’.” You swallowed thickly and felt a pang of guilt. You should have listened to him. Never again would you let your pride get in the way like this. 

“I almost had it,” you spoke quietly. “I swear I did. I just don’t know what happened, why the guard decided to check upstairs at that time. But none of that matters anymore, I guess. I was bein’ foolish. Prideful. And I should’ve listened to you. I guess what I was trying to do was prove myself.” You looked away. “In a way I deserved that.” You felt tears coating your eyes, threatening to cascade at any given movement. Arthur’s hold on your hand tightened.

“No you didn’t, darlin’. You almost died out there—I almost lost ya. I was so scared. And yeah you were acting like a fool goin’ behind my back but never say you deserve something like that ya hear? And darlin’,” his voice grew softer. “I know that you are capable. I’ve seen you fight. You have it in you. Don’t ever think that I’m doubtin’ you because I’m not and I sure as hell never will.”

 A single tear rolled down the side of your cheek and Arthur was swift in wiping it away with his thumb, coaxing you to turn and face him afterwards. 

“But that wasn’t the only reason ya know,” you uttered softly. He nodded and caressed your jaw. 

“I promise ya that we’re gonna get out of this. We’ll find some more money somewhere else and then we can finally build our lives together the way we’ve been wanting to.” 

You couldn’t hold it back anymore. Upon hearing those words the tears began flowing. “Out west?” He nodded, lips curving into a loving smile and you returned the gestured as you sniffled. “Living in a ranch?” 

He chuckled softly. “Yeah, we’ll own a nice lil ranch. And best of all we’ll be married.” 

You giggled softly before speaking again. “And have some mini Arthurs running’ ‘round the house.” He leaned forward slowly, gazing affectionately at you with a smile still gracing his features. 

“And mini Y/Ns too, playin’ everywhere.” His lips met yours tenderly, fingers grazing your jaw before moving up to cup your cheek. You reveled in the moment as he lavished you with sweet, tender kisses. If it were physically possible you would melt right there and then in his strong hold. 

You raked your fingers through his hair and down his neck as the kiss gradually deepened. After a few more moments you pulled back, your breathing labored along with Arthur’s from the activity. “It’s too bad I won’t be able to move or do anything for a while,” you teased and bit your lip as your gaze fell onto his torso, your hands caressing his chest and feeling the muscles underneath his flannel shirt. 

“You teasing me, woman?” Arthur’s voice rumbled deeply, the vibrations could be felt on your palms. 

“I suppose we’ll have to wait until I’m fully healed.” 

Arthur shook his head though there was a smirk that formed on his lips. He leaned down once again, lips hovering over yours and barely brushing up against them in a tantalizing manner. 

“We’ll find a way...” his voice dropped dangerously low and like a switch it instantly fueled your core. His lips finally met yours in a fervent yet gentle manner. It was endearing how he could be so gentle. 

This big scary outlaw was the softest and purest man you’d ever met. Truly, he possessed a heart of gold. And he was yours and you were his. You felt like the luckiest woman on earth. As the both of you continued your sweet romantic endeavor, for a moment you thought that maybe you did die back there and this was the afterlife.

[meet-me-in-the-kitchen]

Imagine: Two Ghosts (PART ONE)

TRIGGER WARNING: ...there’s a sLiGHtly steamy scene. angst**

The one where he’s with Kendall, while she’s standing alone in a crowded room.

“Y/N, for the thousandth time, I can’t come with you, but I promise I’ll get there soon after,” Harry states, continuing to fold his clothes and place them inside the little suitcase and travel pack laying open on their bed. Frowning at his lack of sorrow or any remorseful emotion, Y/N moves closer to him and nudges him reproachfully.

“Harry, this is really important to me. You know that,” she says softly, unable to express how much she wanted him to be there.

“It’s just a party,” he mutters, raising his hands in defense when Y/N’s face fell. It was the Halloween party held in an Art Exhibit where all of Y/N’s friends and her boss from work would be there to support her. The art exhibit held at a museum an hour and a half away was famous for its modern art, depicting the past from the perspective of the current year. Y/N had created a series of pieces painstakingly over the pay two years.

She had calculated every shade and stroke she would brush onto the canvas. Now was her moment to get her art some exposure from some very famous judges coming down to the museum for both the event hosted there, and an art contest awarding the artist with the best technique and most creativity instilled within their collective pieces. Y/N could feel something good coming out of the blood, sweat and tears she had spent on the project. At least, she hoped that was the case.

She wanted Harry to be there in particular, because he was her muse and motivation. The entire piece depicted Harry, from the softness of his curly hair to the hues of forest green in his eyes and the craters indenting his cheeks. The faint amusement and shyness in the purse of his cherry lips as he smirked, and the innocent furrow of his eyebrows. It was him. It was her love on a series of canvases, all set to unravel the love of her life.

Harry didn’t know.

He didn’t know that there was a contest, and she’d entered it with her masterpiece being him. He didn’t know she’d spent months sketching and painting what she remembered from when he’d laugh with his dimples showing and his eyes alit like a child on Christmas Day. He didn’t know she’d spent months putting what she felt onto paper, restarting over and over if the slightest feeling was inaccurately expressed. He probably didn’t know how much she loved him. But that was okay, y/n had decided, because she wasn’t quite sure of the measure of that, either.

He didn’t know she had spent hours and days at a time painting in the art studio downtown where she kept her work, because she was painting him. He had assumed she was working on some other project and that the exhibition event was just a Halloween party. Nevertheless, Harry had been the one to text Y/N repeatedly when she had fallen asleep in the studio, paintbrush in hand as the moonlight swept over her cheeks and hair. He had been the one to coo and half carry her grumpty, half-awake self into the car, where she would fall asleep and wake in her warm, safe bed with him the next morning.

“Baby, you needa eat,” he’d scold Y/N half heartedly, his eyebrows dipping in concern as he lifted her up from where she’d nodded off, standing in front of a canvas and had nearly fallen and hit her head on the hardwood floor beneath them.

“Don’t look!” Y/N yelped, panic in her eyes as Harry merely rolled his eyes amusedly, and brought her closer to his chest when he had her up in his arms in bridal style.

“Only got my eyes on you, petal,” he murmurs, sponging kisses to her cheeks, and down her neck, making her giggle softly.

“Not here, you goose,” she stops him through laughs as he continues to assault her with kisses and lovebites- “there are paintbrushes everywhere, and there’s paint on the floor. Not on the floor, Harry!”

“‘M house and my girl. Can do it anywhere we’d like,” he says gruffly, smirking slightly as he lowers a happily shrieking Y/N onto the floor safely, her body spread underneath his. Silencing her giggles in one movement, he has his fingers pressed there, and she gasps quietly, her fingers fisting before her nails scratch down his back. Biting his shoulder, she tries to conceal her gasps and moans as he moves his fingers in tight circles over the flimsy fabric covering the swollen button of her heat.

“What d’yeh day, then,” he asks, voice smug and causing a confused, flustered y/n to stutter as he stops his movement, removing his fingers and lifting them towards him as if in inspection. “W-what?”

“Want it, then?” He hums, still smirking, but now rubbing his fingers into her hipbones comfortingly.

“Y-yeah,” she agrees breathily. And that’s all the confirmation he needs. Afterwards, he makes sure she has food in her and sleeps soundly.

Now, Y/N was half wishing that Harry had known something about the art exhibit. Even a little detail that would urge him to attend the exhibit sooner. All she’d said was that everyone from work would be dining there, and she might get a promotion (which was true, as y/n really might get one tonight). She had also mentioned the museum it would be held in was famous for its artwork, which was also true. The only part she hadn’t let slip was her involvement in the exhibit. Harry knee how much she loved art, and had probably assumed she just wanted to appreciate it visually, from a distance.

“Promise you’ll be there?” Y/N asks uncertainly, leaning back and crossing her arms tighter over her chest. Rolling his eyes, Harry nods. “Yes. For fuck’s sake, Y/N. I’ll be there.” Y/N was caught frowning at his choice of words, Harry’s expression softening slightly at the fiddle of her fingers. Rolling to her in his rolling, wheeled chair, he pulled her down to his lap with a startled squeak from her.

“I’ll be there, yeah?” He hums, wrapping his arms around her soft waist, pulling her up so her bum was comfortable in his lap. “You’ll see me with a sign with your name on it, lovie one of ‘em from the airport. I’ll be proper dressed for it, too. Maybe I’ll even wear a thong-“

Shoving him back slightly, Y/N let a giggle out as she placidly stayed on his thick thighs. Letting out a shrill, fake moan, Y/N rolls her eyes before truly beginning to smile again.

“Be right there,” he hums, pressing his lips to her forehead. “In the front row, center, button.”

“Okay,” she whispers. “Don’t forget to wear a costume though. It’s Halloween themed.”

* * *

Harry doesn’t show up.

It’s a minute past eleven, and the exhibit had started quite a while ago. There were people crowding around portraits filled with thin lines of self proclaimed modern art. There were scatters of university students, the elderly, and the occasional middle aged or teenage person; acting as sad salesmen instead of artists as they tried to attract people walking by.

Some people were drunk on the rich wine the sponsors had splurged on, grinding on the dance floor as if it were that of a club, instead of one with floors that looked like they belonged on palace walls. The room was dark, but there was a dim glow inviting passers going by to glance at the artwork. Vampires hidden in the darkness whisked away ballerinas, demons pulled angels close, and jocks in costume twirled alongside nerds.

Candy was everywhere, but so were ghosts and demons. Statues which burst into life the moment you walked past them.

“Your boobs look great!” Kristina from accounting yelled at Y/N, nearly toppling over from the alcohol she had consumed. Muttering a ‘thanks’ between her amused chortles, YsB found a little enjoyment in the Halloween themed night. A few polite and playful catcalls and whistles were directed to Y/N , from overly drunk people. She couldn’t help but feel a little smug for her costume.

She, herself, was dressed as Jessica Rabbit. Y/N had thrown a crimson wig on, and had gone all out for her costume. From the tantalizing, sexy red dress she had on, and the sleazy expression she’d spent minutes perfecting over the weeks to come. Hell, she’d even switched up her perfume and done her makeup painstakingly flawless. She wanted to look good for herself. Of course she did. What soles her confidence more than dressing up as a symbol of desire in cartoons? She looks good and she knows it. But she also wanted to look good for Harry. She wanted to see his jaw drop at the low dip of the front and back of her dress, the slit at the side. Her ginger locks.

Clearly, that wasn’t happening anytime soon.

Y/N was jealous. Not of the art. Of the people who had their loved ones right by them. The ones who cared enough to come. She knew it was irrational. At least slightly. There was still at least half an hour left before the exhibit ended with prizes and congrats to the winning artists. She still had time to show Harry. And, besides, her coworkers were dining and gawking at her art. They were clearly excited, even without the buzz of alcohol in their veins and the spark Halloween brought.

So, Y/N waited some more, keeping herself busy with the crowds, artists, and judges amazed by her artwork. She smiled politely and mumbled ‘thanks.’ If the muse for her masterpiece would’ve been present, she’d have been beaming. It didn’t feel special anymore. It felt pathetic she spent months painting someone who didn’t care enough to even drop by an exhibit for a few minutes.

“And the artist winning this competition with her masterful technique and emotionally attractive piece is... Y/N Y/L/N!”

The applause are deafening, serenading Y/N as her heart sinks with every congratulating statement. Her coworkers break into proud roars, and her boss ushers her to the stage, where everyone is waiting to get a glimpse of the artist who had stolen the prize with her technique.

Y/N’s heart breaks more as she joins her artwork up on the stage. Every bit of Harry is captured and waiting, instead of Harry himself. It makes her want to shred the canvases and scream. Her eyes trace over the applauding crowds of men and women in costume, searching for him. But he’s not there. She’d feel it if he was. That doesn’t stop her from wishing otherwise.

The female judge has a bright smile on her face, handing over a large trophy, certificate, and signature sheet allowing the museum to store the art for days to come. The idea of him being there forever causes Y/N’s heart to skip a beat. The judge begins talking, introducing Y/N and her artwork. Congratulating her. The claps and appraising words seem to swerve over her, or go inside her ears for a faint moment, before escaping once more. She feels nothing and everything. All at once.

“And now let’s let this talented young woman talk about her artwork for a moment. Our words cannot do it justice.”

The audience erupts into polite silence, watching her every move.

“Hey, everyone,” she started, feeling clueless and as if she was having an out of body experience while speaking. “First of all, I would like to thank all of the people here supporting me tonight. Friends and colleagues who took the time to attend something that means something to me, not because it matters to them, but because I matter to them.”

The words coming out of her own mouth only make her feel worse.

“I always criticize my work too hard. I’ll create something and use all of my energy, pouring my blood, sweat, and tears into the piece, and afterwards take one disgusted glance at the artwork and throw it into the trash. As they say, an artist’s worst critic is the artist, themself.”

Many members of the audience nod and groan with the relatable habit.

“Everything I create, no matter for how long, there’s always this sense.. this need to destroy it. I find every flaw in something flawless, simply because I created it, and so there has to be something wrong with it. I over analyze my analysis until the unmoving artwork is more lively than I am. I grow disgusted, tired, and I feel like something has restricted my creative process. I wonder what is wrong with me, and how I can still dare to call myself a lover of the arts- or an artist, at all.”

“But I could never grow disgusted with this piece,” she said softly. Tracing her fingers of the places the paint splattered brush had roughly skated over the canvas, the dips and rises of colour, the audience waited for her to finish.

“I could never grow disgusted of this canvas and the splatters of paint on it, because it represents him. The boy I love. And I know it’s so pathetic and it’s so overwhelming to spend months painting an emotion, such as love onto paper. I know it’s impossible to record how fast my heart beats when he smiles. How safe I feel when he’s around. How powerful I feel when both of us are together, in this relationship, as equals. How it can’t be possible to use colour to represent how I feel the pain he does when things don’t work out, or the worry I feel when he scrapes his finger while trying to cut an apple again, because he never learned how to properly. The feeling I get when he looks at me in a room full of people. It’s a sad excuse of trying to portray how happy I feel when I’m with him. When his green eyes widen, because he’s obsessively watching The Vow, and although he knows what’s going to happen, it never fails to make him cry. His hair after he’s just run his hands through it; his hands intertwined in mine, with rings he wears as a ridiculous replica of Mick Jagger.”

“I know,” she whispers into the microphone. “This piece of art can’t possibly accurately show my insecurities and my fallacies and how he’s enough to become what I’m not and I’m enough to become what he’s not. I know that I can’t ‘draw’ the half choice, half unconscious feeling to fall helplessly, incredibly in love with him; but I also can’t not try.”

Clearing her slightly clogged throat, and fighting back tears prickling in the corners of her downturned eyes hotly, Y/N finished the speech.

“The boy I’m in love with— his name is Harry Styles. He’s my muse. He’s the one who these paintings represent; and therefore they will never be disgusting, because no part of Harry Styles is anything less than perfect. This is my greatest piece yet and will probably be forever, and I am so grateful that I had the chance to share it with you. Thank you.”

The audience breaks into genuine applause, with people wiping their tears and smiling real smiles, and Y/N wants to bask in this moment, but she can’t ignore the dejection. The feeling that she’s so submerged, in because of Harry choosing not to show up. Because of him breaking his promise. Her portrait has lost its purpose, in a way. It has failed to even give him a glimpse of how she feels.

But he’s made it clear how he feels.

It’s not even that dramatic, now that Y/N thought it over as coworkers swarmed over her in heaves of congratulations. Harry didn’t ask her to do this for him, but she had. She���d spent months on a series of paintings that encompassed him and how she viewed him, and her feelings for him. He couldn’t even show up one night, after countless reminders.

Y/N tried not to let it affect her too much, but it really hurts when you’re the one who cares more than the other person. Relationships were supposed to be like ones that are symbiotic. With equal care and give and take. That didn’t seem to be the case anymore.

He’s probably not doing something fun, y/n tried consoling herself. Maybe he just forgot.

But it’s half hearted.

“Okay, so I didn’t want to do this so quickly,” Y/N’s boss began, her voice excited and beckoning all of her colleagues closer. “I just figured with the overflow of good news, I might just add.. Drumroll, please, Chad... Y/N’s been promoted!”

Fan-fucking-tastic.

It wasn’t that Y/N wasn’t elated. She was. She had been waiting for this promotion for so long, and had worked her ass off for the position. But he was supposed to be here to feel happy for her, too. He was supposed to be here, and he wasn’t. Unlike the times when shed bee at every exhausting concert to support him. Every recording. Every late night when he struggled to come up with lyrics. She’d been there. He wasn’t.

“Oh my God, thank you so much!”

She tries to come across as how she would’ve responded, if she hadn’t been feeling the strange feeling of betrayal and abandonment. After a few minutes of celebrating within their circle, toasting to Y/N’s promotion and success, Chad asks the question:

“So, where’s Harry?”

Where’s Harry?

“He has the stomach virus. It’s really bad. I wanted to stay home, but he insisted on my coming here.”

Lie. She didn’t know where he was. (Truth)

Nodding, Chad walked to Melissa, the receptionist. Pulling out her phone and knowing it would already be a mistake, Y/N exited out of the many frantic texts she’d left Harry, and instead clicked on the ‘Google’ application. Harry Styles. She tapped the search button.

The headlines were differentiating and great in number, but they all had the same gist and idea:

Harry Styles and Kendall Jenner Partying in London

Hendall Back Together?

Y/L/N Replaced With Jenner

With her heart racing and fingers shaking, Y/N breathed raspily and tapped on one of the news articles. Her heart dropped as it was met with a clearly stoned, drunk Harry staring at and laughing with a jubilant Kendall Jenner. She had herself all over him, and he was doing nothing to stop her. Feeling a sob nearly breaking from her throat when she realizes it’s not photoshopped, Y/N makes an excuse and walks out of the art museum, into the dark night with the star speckled sky her witness as she wraps her arms around herself in her dress. As she dials his number frantically, again and again, even when it goes to voicemail. Fuck her exhibit. She wasn’t letting him make any stupid decisions or risk his health by driving home intoxicated.

On the third try, he picks up.

“What?” Harry asks, his voice slow and slurred slightly.

“H-Harry!” Y/N cries. “Where are you? If you’re drunk I can come get you. I don’t want you driving like thi-“

“Fuck off,” he snaps, voice cold and unfamiliar. y/n feels herself shifting into an even darker place in her mind. Harry knew how her previous boyfriends had treated her. How they had yelled and shifted emotions from content to cold so frequently, she couldn’t trust them. Now, he reminded her of them.

Shivering slightly, Y/N begins to speak again when he starts to laugh.

“Yeah, Kendall, take your top off!”

I’m the background, there are hundreds of voices chanting the same thing. Just as the same voices begin cheering, he hangs up.

Breaking into sobs, Y/N types one more message and sends it, hoping he’ll remain faithful and Harry.

I’m coming in five minutes. Please don’t do anything stupid.

In a few seconds, the response arrives:

Fuck off dgnt wnt u hre

She goes anyway, telling her coworkers her ride is here, and she won’t be driving back with them. They’re slightly disappointed, but very understanding, beginning to leave themselves. With her trophy in hand and other letters and such informing her of her promotion and place of her artwork at the exhibit, Y/N calls a taxi and leaves to where Google says Harry is. The internet is a scary thing, but there are far more scarier things.

“Here, please,” Y/N muttered, requesting the cab driver to remain at the grounds for a few more minutes.

The security guards recognized her as Harry’s girlfriend and let her in, immediately. When Y/N enters the party, her brain feels like someone is hammering it. The stench of alcohol makes gag, weed and hard drugs beside stoned celebrities and rich people. The women are topless, and nearly all of the men are stripped to their boxers. Some people are in skimp Halloween costumes. Everyone was grinding or getting high.

This was what Harry would choose over Y/N.

Keeping her head down and trying not to punch every person who made comments about her body inappropriately, Y/N skimmed the area for her boyfriend. Finally, there he was. Chugging down drink after drink with a near naked Kendall Jenner by his side. Walking to him slowly and shakily, Y/N tapped his shoulder, trying not to cry right there. When he turns around, his happy expression turns sour and cold. “Let’s go home, Harry,” she pleads, touching his arm. He shakes her off, unconsciously rough. “No.”

Trying to pull him out again, Harry now shoves her off, his eyes narrowed and fists clenching. His nostrils flare out in anger. “I said fucking no!” He booms. The room grows silent for a moment and Y/N feels hot years skate down her cheeks. “You fuckin’ go home. Stay at your place. I don’t want you anymore. You’re boring as fuck,” he muttered icily. Turning back to the people behind him, he grins again, throwing back another drink as he pushes Y/N towards the gate, security intrusively escorting her of the building.

“Sorry about that, guys. My ex girlfriend’s clingy as fuck. Now, let’s get this shit started.”

Begging the guards to take her back, because she knows how Harry gets nauseous, sick, and his asthma acts up when he takes too many drugs, and although he’s not being himself at all, she just wants him to be okay. This isn’t him. This isn’t her Harry. But, as much as she repeats this to the guards, they don’t care. They push her out and don’t look back.

Sobbing, she looks for her cab driver, and gets into the car. He looks slightly sympathetic, but when she admits she only has twenty pounds, his face also morphs into an icy one. “I can’t drive you if you do not have the money,” he replies robotically, receiving the money and doing nothing to calm a now frantic Y/N, who had used the minimal money she’d brought with her to the event tonight. It’s funny how people only help you when you are of use to them.

And so, she walks the streets alone, lost and scared with sobs racking throughout her body in heavy, loud releases. Her head aches and so does the rest of her body. Everytime she passes a man or hears a cat call, she sinks into herself. Everytime a car whizzes by, she moves away from it. Her phone has died from all the times she’s called and attempted to interact with Harry. She prays she’ll be okay. She prays he’ll stay.

Please don’t leave me.

The one where she walks the streets alone at night, and he doesn’t want her anymore.

i had an out of body experience trying to get this done fast enough so please read this!

MASTERLIST|Requests are open!

There will be a part two if requested.

[pokii-jonas]

Accepting Deceit : Chapters 7 and 8

so... for the life of me, i can’t remember if i added chapter 7 to tumblr, so i figured i’d just do these 2 chapters together ;p

sorry about forgetting to update on here!!! if you want updates sooner, just see my AO3 here because i update that a day before tumblr usually :p

chapter 6 here

WARNINGS:

(chapter 7) -  light swearing (one f bomb), a lot of kissing (idk if that's a warning, but just in case)

(chapter 8) -  crying (i guess?)

CHAPTER 7

When Remy first appeared in front of Roman, knocking his full mug to the ground and breaking it, Roman wasn’t entirely sure what was happening.

“Re-!” Roman started to say, only to be cut off my Remy putting his finger to his lips and saying, “Oh, shut up you idiot.”

Before anything else could be said, Remy was pressing his lips forcefully against Roman’s.

Roman simply kissed back, slowly at first but with more force as the kiss deepened and he finally convinced himself that yes:

This was fucking happening.

And oh god was it amazing.

They didn’t split for a while, but when they finally did it was Remy drawing back to take a deep breath.

They both were breathing heavily and their cheeks were slightly flushed a soft red as they stared at each other.

“W...where the heck did that come from?” Roman asked quietly, his voice slightly lower than usual which cause Remy to smirk.

Looking Roman up and down, Remy got off of him and went to sit at the other end of the couch while saying, “You’re an idiot. Why didn’t you ever tell me you liked me?”

Roman’s face flushed a little brighter.

“Well, I thought you didn’t like me! I… ya know… didn’t wanna ruin anything.” he said, starting off strong and confident but gradually getting quieter.

Remy gave a small laugh.

“Wow, you are so cute when making excuses.” he said sarcastically, a smirk playing across his face.

Roman glared over at him.

“Oh yeah ‘Mr. I Have a Crush on Roman and I’m Never Gonna Tell Him because He Doesn’t Feel the Same Way?’ Well then, I must say you’re on fire because I smell the smokey scent of a hypocrite.” Roman retorted, crossing his arms as he tried to hide his growing smirk.

Remy wanted to roll his eyes at the over complicated attempt at a joke, but instead jumped forward once again and pressed himself back onto Roman.

Roman, more prepared this time, kissed back with full force and flipped Remy underneath him with surprising strength.

Remy let out a startled mumble at this and Roman pulled back slightly to give him a sly smirk.

Remy smirked back but as Roman began to close the distance between their mouths again Remy’s eyes went wide and he pressed his hand to cover Roman’s mouth.

“Oop! One sec babe, I needa do something real quick.” he said, moving to sit up despite Roman still being on top of him.

Pouting slightly, Roman got up and let Remy fully sit up. His pout quickly turned into confusion as Remy waved his hand and conjured the same pen and journal he had out earlier.

“What’s that?” Roman asked, watching Remy scribble a few sentences on a half filled page and then let it disappear with the pen.

“Hm? Oh, I guess it’s kind of like a dream journal. Except instead of writing down dreams, I write down things that actually happen.” Remy responded, leaning back and placing his sunglasses on his face as they had fallen off during his earlier surprise attack.

“Why would you write down reality though?” Roman asked, confused.

Remy felt a light blush fall across his cheeks as he answered, “I have trouble, uh, telling the difference sometimes. Ya know, between dreams and reality. The journal helps me remember I’m awake.”

It occurred to him that only Logan really knew this bit of information, though he figured the others probably picked up on it. Logan, however, was the only one he had directly told before.

Roman looked Remy up and down, trying not to think about how cute he was when he was blushing.

“Oh, okay. That makes sense, actually. Now I feel dumb for not noticing sooner.” Roman said with a small frown.

However, that frown quickly turned into a mischievous smirk as he looked Remy up and down again.

Remy, after his momentary shock at Roman just accepting that bit of information, smirked back and pounced onto Roman, smashing their lips together once again..

‘Oh, I could get used to this.’ Roman thought, kissing back and wrapping his arms around Remy.

CHAPTER 8

Patton led Logan back to his bedroom quietly, hoping they didn’t disturb the couple on the couch.

Reaching his room, he let go of Logan’s hand to hold the door open for him, giving a slight bow as he did so.

Logan repressed a grin and rolled his eyes at such a Roman mannerism coming from Patton as he walked into the room.

Patton felt a small grin grow on his face as he followed Logan, letting the door close behind him.

Finally alone and bathed in the calming glow of the blue fairy lights Patton had placed around his room, Logan felt himself at a loss of words.

He quietly made his way to the bed and sat down, trying to keep the best posture he could.

Patton smiled and sat down on the floor crossed legged across from him.

“There’s plenty of room on the bed you know.” Logan said as he looked down at Patton, confused.

Patton gave a cheery smile as he said, “Yeah, but the floor just feels better, you know?”

Logan did not know. He did not understand why people insisted on sitting on surfaces that weren’t designed to be sat on.

He was about to state this, but looking down at Patton’s face he knew that it would make no difference. He’d just argue that the logicality of it doesn’t change the ‘feelings’ or whatever.

If Patton wanted to sit on the floor then fine. Logan wouldn’t stop him.

Unfortunately, maintaining good posture was difficult when he had to keep his head tilted down to see Patton’s face.

Sighing and letting go of almost all the dignity and pride he had left, Logan gracefully slipped from the bed to the floor so he was sitting directly across from Patton.

Patton couldn’t control the smile that broke across his face, which he noticed happened around Logan quite often.

“How’s it feel?” Patton asked, bringing his legs to his chest to hug them. His eyes were shining with a joy that Logan couldn’t comprehend.

“It’s adequate I suppose. At least your rug is clean.” Logan stated, unconsciously running his hand over the dark blue fuzzy rug he was sitting on.

Patton opened his mouth at this, but quickly closed it as he decided not to tell Logan that he’d never cleaned his rug before.

Heck, he didn’t even know that was a thing people were supposed to do.

“So what do we do now?” Logan asked and Patton looked up from the floor to see Logan looking around the room inquisitively, quickly inspecting every item that caught his interest.

“Hmmm…” Patton hummed, resting his chin on his knees.

What did they do now? Remy and Roman were occupied and Virgil was still with Deceit.

Patton looked around his room as well, noticing a small dusty object hidden under his bed

“AHA!” he exclaimed, falling forward onto his stomach and stretching to pull it towards him.

Sitting up onto his elbows, he wiped the dust off of it and onto his rug.

Rolling onto his back, he tilted his head backwards to view Logan.

“Cards!” he shouted happily, thrusting the deck of cards he’d retrieved into the air above him with both hands.

Logan stared for a second, before reaching forward and grabbing the cards. Turning them over in his hands and examining them, he looked up to Patton with an excited glint in his features.

“I can’t believe you still have these. I thought Thomas lost them.” Logan said, looking back down at the playing cards. The playing cards that had a different star constellation on each card. The playing cards that he specifically remembers Thomas leaving on the subway in New York City.

“I keep everything, remember?” Patton said, giving Logan a breathtakingly gorgeous smile that left him staring at him for a few seconds before blushing and looking back down at the cards.

Pulling them out of their package, he felt a small smile grow on his face as he looked through all the different star constellations and their names.

Looking up again, he saw Patton looking at him, seeming to be completely enraptured with simply watching him.

Before Logan could really think about it, he felt himself inching closer to Patton until he was sitting directly next to him and their legs were pressed together.

Patton gave him a questioning look, but before he could ask what he was doing, Logan said, “This constellation is called Andromeda.”

Patton looked down and saw Logan holding one of the cards up.

Looking through the deck a little bit more, Logan pulled up another card.

“This constellation is called Cassiopeia. She’s the queen and the mother of Andromeda.”

“She looks like a chair.” Patton stated bluntly, tilting his head as he tried to see what was so queen-like about the seemingly random arrangement of stars.

Logan gave a small chuckle.

“Some people see a chair, but others see a ‘w.’ It all depends on how you are viewing it.”

Patton gave a small nod and Logan continued.

“This one is the king, otherwise known as Cepheus-“

“Wait, if people know that it doesn’t look like a queen, then why do they call it that? Also, how was it decided that Andromeda is related to the queen?” Patton asked, feeling as though his mind was about to catch fire as he tried to process and understand just the small amount of information that was being relayed to him.

Logan turned the corner of his mouth up in a small grin as he looked to Patton, who appeared to be deep thought.

“Would you like to hear the story?” he asked and Patton looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Story?” Patton asked curiously and Logan nodded.

“Yes. Most constellations have stories behind the name called ‘myths.’ Would you like to know the story of Andromeda?”

Patton’s eyes went even wider as he nodded his head enthusiastically, giving a bright smile.

Logan smiled to himself as he began to recount the classic Greek tale of how Andromeda was meant to be sacrificed to the sea monster Cetus after her mother Cassiopeia, who was married to the Ethiopian king Cepheus, bragged that Andromeda was more beautiful than the Nereids, or the sea nymphs. Poseidon, angered to hear this, sent Cetus the sea monster out to destroy devastate the land of Ethiopia by ravaging their coast. King Cepheus thus appealed to Zeus who decided the only way to appease the angered God would be to sacrifice Andromeda to Cetus.

Patton had tears sparkling in his eyes by this point.

“How could he agree to do that to his own daughter?” he asked, horrified.

“It’s just a story, Patton.” Logan said with a small frown, not happy with the effect the story seemed to have on Patton.

“That doesn’t make it any less horrible!” Patton exclaimed, hugging his knees close to his chest.

Logan’s frown deepened.

“Do you want me to continue?” he asked hesitantly, afraid of upsetting Patton even more.

Patton sniffled and vigorously nodded his head, wiping tears from his eyes.

Logan gave a small nod and continued.

“Well, the King did agree to this. He had Andromeda chained to the rocks to await her doom, but that’s when Perseus flew over head and spotted her.”

“Who’s Perseus?” Patton asked, once again quickly enraptured in the story.

“He’s a very well known figure in Greek Mythology. The son of Zeus and a human named Danae, he is most known for slaying Medusa-”

“WHAT?!?” Patton shouted, causing Logan to jump. “I thought that was Percy Jackson...” he continued, letting go of his knees and placing a hand to his chin in thought.

Logan sighed at this and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Patton, you do realize that that is a fiction book series and essentially none of those events actually transpired in mythology or reality, correct?”

“Can you tell me the real story next then?” Patton asked excitedly.

Logan looked up at this and, after taking in Patton’s excited face, smiled and nodded.

“Of course. Would you like me to finish the current story first?”

Patton nodded eagerly and Logan cleared his throat before continuing.

“Upon seeing the gorgeous Andromeda chained to the rocks, Perseus fell in love immediately. After killing Cetus and saving her, he asked King Cepheus for her hand in marriage.” Logan finished.

“Awwwww!” Patton breathily said, his eyes wet once again which caused Logan to panic.

“I’m sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry. Here.” Logan said as calmly as possible, conjuring a tissue and handing it to Patton.

Patton laughed lightly, taking the tissue and blowing his nose.

“I’m not crying because I’m sad, Lo.” he said, looking to Logan with more tears forming in his eyes.

Logan started to panic further.

“Are you sure? I know really happy stories, I can tell you those if you’d rather or-” Logan started to ramble, cut off by Patton lightly pressing a finger to his lips.

“Calm down, mon étoile.” Patton said gently, removing his finger from Logan’s lips and smiling softly.

Logan promptly shut up, trying to ignore the fast beating of his heart.

“I loved the story.” he said, his smile growing just a bit.

“You did? Then why-”

“It was a good story-” Patton cut him off. “It was a good story, but that’s not what I liked the most about it.” Patton said, looking down at his hands with a small blush tinting his cheeks.

Logan tilted his head and looked at Patton curiously.

“What did you like about it then?” he asked, watching as Patton became increasingly flustered.

“I, well… I could listen to you talk all day. About anything. I… I just like your voice.” Patton said, his face getting redder as he stumbled over his words.

He was adorable. Logan felt himself short circuit as he looked at the flushing, adorable mess sitting next to him.

Distracted, Logan let the first thing he thought of slip out of his mouth.

“You’re Andromeda.” he whispered breathlessly and Patton looked up at him curiously.

“What?” Patton asked and now it was Logan’s turn to become a flustered disaster.

“I uh, well… You, umm- you are, uh, perfect- I mean, um, amazing- I mean nice! Just like, you know…” Logan said, words tumbling out of his mouth in a confusing mess.

Patton stared wide eyed at Logan before a huge smile took over his face.

“Does that mean you’re Perseus?” he asked brightly and Logan looked up at him.

“Wh-what do you mean?” he asked quietly.

Patton smiled as he stood up.

“Well, I can’t be Andromeda without a Perseus.” he said, holding out a hand towards Logan.

Logan looked at the outstretched hand for a second before grabbing it with his own hand and being helped up by Patton.

After brushing himself down, Logan looked back up to see Patton still smiling warmly at him.

“Why don’t we go back to my room? We can lie on my bed and I can show you more constellations.” Logan suggested, putting the cards back in their packaging and placing them on the bedside table.

Patton thought about it for a moment.

“Make it the floor and you have a deal.” he said, sticking out his tongue and clasping his hands behind his back.

Logan grinned despite himself.

“Fine.”

Patton smiled and with a snap of his fingers he was wearing his cat onesie and Logan was wearing his unicorn one.

“Might as well do this the right way.” Patton said at Logan’s questioning glace.

Logan rolled his eyes.

“Fine, let’s go.” he said, grabbing Patton’s hand as he led him out the door and down the hallway to his room.

***

so yeet!

i’ll be going through and changing the chapter links in my old posts to make it easier to get from chapter to chapter :p

hope you enjoyed! (and please tell me if i’ve put these chapters up already, i have such a bad memory)

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[baseballbitch116]

Do Better part 2

Sorry this took so long to get out, I had a draft but it got deleted so I had to restart. Hope y’all like it!

Warnings: language, violence, mentions of abuse

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 1241

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Daryl was livid. He couldn’t contain his anger, he wanted to bash your prick of a boyfriend’s head in til it was nothing but mush.

When you wrapped your arms around him, sobbing, he froze at first. He was fuming, he doesn’t want to hug you, he wants to avenge you. But he feels your body shaking against his chest as the sobs spill out, and he calms a little, long enough to comfort you.

He hesitantly wraps his arms around you, rubbing your back lightly, unsure if he is doing this right. He never comforts people, not really. It’s weird, it makes his uncomfortable. But he can see that you really need it, and he can relate, he knows how you feel, to an extent. He doesn’t understand why you think it’s okay that you’re treated that way, he knows how you deserve to be treated. Like a queen. Not a servant, or a punching bag. He would never lay a hand on you, no matter how angry he can get.

“S’okay. You’re gonna be fine.” He mumbles, astonished at how you are starting to calm down, because of him. You stop shaking as much and the sobs slowly halt, and you pull away.

“Thanks, Daryl. Sorry..” You mumble.

“Don’t needa apologize.” He responds, wishing you would stop saying sorry for things that you shouldn’t. He’s blaming himself. He should have figured it out sooner. He shouldn’t have ever left you alone with him. He never wanted to in the first place, nobody deserves to be left alone with you. He wants to be… but he won’t even admit that to himself.

“Ya should stay here.” He tells you.

“Daryl…” you start, but he stops you.

“He is not getting away with this. Ima talk to Rick, otherwise ima kill him.”

You gulp and feel tears brimming at your eyes again as Daryl turns and walks out of the room, shutting the door behind himself.

Daryl stalks around Alexandria, everyone moving out of his way when they get a look at how obviously livid he is. “Whoa, whoa. What’s wrong?” Glenn asks, following after his friend. “Where’s Rick?” He demands. “Rick!” He hollers out gruffly, catching the attention of bystanders. “He’s by the front gate.” Glenn tells him, worriedly following after him. “What’s going on?” Daryl doesn’t respond as he lays his eyes on the leader. “Daryl. What’s wrong?” He asks, knowing something serious is wrong right away. “That Austin prick. He’s been beating Y/N.” He lowered his voice just a little, so the entire town didn’t hear, he didn’t want to humiliate you.

Rick’s face hardens immediately. He does not accept that shit. “How do you know?” He asks, voice noticeably deeper, as he follows Daryl toward your house. Glenn is trailing behind, ready to back his friends up. He won’t allow this either, if anyone laid a hand on Maggie, he’d kill them. That’s not how you treat a woman. Ever.

“Saw the damn bruises myself! She was crying, thinks she deserves it! Believe that?!” He exclaims. The three of them reach the house you share with Austin and come inside, calming their tempers just enough to talk to you without scaring you.

That is, until they hear his voice. “Shut up, bitch! Stop your damn crying! That’s not hot!” They hear him exclaim and the three of them go running up the stairs.

The door to the room you are in is locked, and Daryl is hollering incoherently that he’s gonna stomp Austin’s ass. “Open the door! Now!” Rick exclaims.

“Go the fuck away! Mind your business!” Austin hollers from the other side, which is enough to make Daryl, literally, bust the door down with his body. The second he lays eyes on Austin hovering over your cowering body on the floor, he tackles him.

He pins him down to the ground and punches him in the face, an ugly snap echoing through the room as Austin yelps in pain. “Daryl!” Rick exclaims, and his eyes return to you. You’re sobbing and staring at Daryl on top of him, and he realizes that you shouldn’t see what he’s about to do. Daryl and Rick grab Austin and drag him out of the house as he struggles, screaming at them the whole way.

As soon as they are on the street, Daryl kicks him onto the ground, punching him over and over and over. Rick grabs his shoulder but he shoved him away, hitting the now limp body of the pussy that dared lay a hand on you.

Rick and Glenn pull Daryl off of him and get between the two, seeing as Austin is now going to need severe medical treatment from Denise. “No!” He hollers, struggling against Rick and Glenn. “Daryl! Enough!” Rick hollers sternly, standing between the two of them.

Daryl stares at him, breathing heavily, blood dripping down his hand, before backing up. He paces back and forth, watching Rick with Austin. He grabs him by the collar of his now bloody shirt, roughly pulling him close.

“You ever, EVER, lay a hand on her again, even go near her… I won’t stop him again. Got me?” Rick threatens, tilting his head to the side slightly, making sure he knows he’s a dead man if he even thinks of hurting you or anyone else again.

Austin nods his head, shaking in fear, blood spilling all over his face. Rick let’s him collapse onto the ground as Denise comes over, demanding Spencer and Aaron help take him to the infirmary.

Rick turns to face Daryl, who is staring at the men carrying Austin away. “She’ll be fine. He won’t hurt her again.” Rick assures his friend, resting a hand on his shoulder. Rick knows how Daryl feels about you, even if he won’t say it. Daryl finally meets his eye, a mixture sadness and anger flooding his face. “Go check on her.” Rick tells him. Daryl bites his lip for a second, debating, then nods, slowly heading inside to see you.

You are sitting on the floor still, hugging your knees to your chest. In front of the group, you are tough, you stand your own, you’re brave. But inside closed doors, trapped with him, you're a different person.

You look up at the sound of a light knock against the wall, considering the door is now busted. “It’s me.” Daryl announces, hesitantly stepping inside the room. The terrified look on your face makes him irritated, you shouldn’t care if he killed Austin. But he tries to be understanding.

“He’s alive. Won’t hurt you again.” He assures you. You let out a breath you didn’t realize that you were holding, nodding slowly. “Ima have Denise take a look at you.” He nods his head toward you as he says this, and you hang your head, ashamed. “Don’t do that. It’s not yer fault, ya didn’t deserve that...You’ll get through this, yer a survivor.” He tries to give you a pep talk, and this brings a hint of a smile to your face.

“Thanks, Daryl.” You call out as he starts walking away. He looks over his shoulder, nodding at you. He looks sad, making you feel bad.

As he walks back out of the house, toward the infirmary to tell Denise to take a look at you instead of that prick, he thinks about how he’s gonna make it up to you for not protecting you...

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Fireplace

                           @officialzutaramonth: Day 4: Fireplace

“Zuko, why are you even bothering to start a fire?” Sure, the iciness of the late fall rain had cut their date short. He’d taken her hand and hurried back to the palace ending their walk in the garden, apparently forgetting —or perhaps, choosing to ignore— the fact that she could stop the drops from falling upon them.

“Zuko, love, why don’t you come lay with me?” Katara flipped the covers over to her side of the bed and gave the mattress a pat. “You keep me warmer than any fire you could get going in there anyway.” She raised an eyebrow wondering why it was taking so long anyway. “Zuko?”

“Okay, you’re right. Can you come here for a second though?” He stood flicking his fingers towards the logs in the fireplace. The movement was followed by a burst of sparks that turned to small flames that licked away at the wood until they’d converged and became large enough to actually be called a fire.

“Zuko?” she squinted as she slid out of bed and straightened the short robe she’d changed into. “Is something wrong?”

“No, no, Kat. I’m just… tired that’s all,” his hands were pressed nervously to the sides of his legs as she approached. “I’m fine, love. Okay?” He assured her, one hand going behind her back to pull her closer and the other went to the front of her waist, messing with the loose knot of cold fabric that kept her robe closed.

Tilting her head, Katara let out a small huff of disbelief, but put a hand on his anyway helping him with the tie. “You’ve been acting weird all day.”

“I have not,” but his attention was now on her body as her robe fell open and his voice wasn’t as convincing.

She looked away from him to the fire, more than a little upset that he wouldn’t tell her what was wrong. They told each other everything. They shared everything with each other.

Zuko misread her gaze, thinking she’d seen something from where she was in the bed earlier. When she looked back at him, he pushed his foot toward one of the bricks, making sure it was in place.

“What was that for?”

“What was what for?” he blinked looking down at her, avoiding looking any lower than her face. Katara dropped down to the floor and started nudging the brick he’d touched. “Katara, stop. It’s nothing.”

She ignored him, noticing the brick was loose and wiggled it until it fell out. “What’s this?” she reached inside the hole the brick was hiding and pulled out something hard wrapped in a small red cloth.

“Don—” but it was too late, she unwrapped the object to reveal a cold crown, much like the one Zuko was currently wearing.

“Zuko, wha—”

The reveal of the object made his plans fall from his mouth, feeling like everything was ruined. “I-I had it made for you. I know it’s probably really dumb, but I didn’t think you’d want the one my mother wore and I was going to give it to you under that tree in the garden. But then it started raining and it ruined everything and… and… I just wanted everything to be perfect when I asked you.” He couldn’t meet her eyes. Surely she thought he was an idiot. Who would plan something like that? And in the garden? They walked in the garden everyday! That’s not special—

“Zuko,” she brought a hand to his chin, so he’d look at her. “It’s not dumb. I love it. …You could ask me now… if you still want to.”

“Now?” his lips were suddenly dry. Of course he still wanted to ask her. “Kat, this was supposed to be perfect.”

“It doesn’t have to be perfect, there’s no such thing as ‘perfect,’ love.” She smiled up at him reassuringly.

“Yes there is because you’re perfect and you deserve this to be done, right.” He sighed, still looking in her eyes because it comforted him.

“Then ask me now. Me and you, in this room, this is perfect to me.”

He let out a ragged breath before taking her hands in his, looking into those perfect azure eyes of hers. He had more he was going to say, but all he could manage to get out was, “Will you marry me, Katara?”

“Yes! Of course! Yes!” she was just as excited as she would have been had she not known of the proposal ahead of time. “I love you, of course, I’ll marry you!” she jumped up when he pulled her in for a hug and kissed him while he held her. “I love you so much, Zuko,” she whispered when the kiss ended.

“I love you, too, Kat,” he smiled touching his forehead to hers.

[westywrites]

The Orphan Experiments

Chapter 2 

Excerpt:  (I think I’m going to offset all excerpts like this instead of labelling them)

"We can't fight if we want to get out of here. I know you're panicking but everyone needs to calm down." He took a deep breath and tried to take his own advice. "Let's go look at this exit and see if we can find out more."

First - Next

Mr. Kleary woke up with a splitting headache and a sore body. It was as if he had completed intensive exercise the previous day, a deep muscular pain. He shifted position on the uncomfortable mattress and it creaked loudly, waking him up all the way. He looked around frantically, his surroundings were strange. A small bedroom, fully furnished, but the walls were made of some kind of metal. He jumped out of the bed, temporarily forgetting the pain. Digging through the sheets and looking under the bed and through all the empty draws, he searched. His bag was nowhere to be found. He turned then to the door, of course it was locked and made of the same metal as the walls. After a few fruitless attempts at ramming it open, he slid to the ground. Tears brimmed in his eyes, out of pain and frustration. He had failed his first duty as a teacher, keep the kids safe. He had brought them out to get kidnapped. On top of it all, his bag was gone.

"Hello. Thank you for your patience, all five of you have woken up now and we can begin." Wherever Mr. Kleary's thoughts were going, they were cut off by this voice over a PA system. It was an artificially deep voice, made so by electronics, it could have been anyone. "You find yourself in these rooms, there is one for each of you. The two girls, the teacher, and the two boys, in that order. After this announcement is finished the doors will unlock and you will see each other again. Your rooms all attach to a large open area with a cafeteria and living area. This is to be your home until further notice.”

“They can't do this…” Mr. Kleary said to no one in particular. His throat was growing tight and it was hard to breathe. He cursed quietly.

“We have given you a method of escape, should you be able to use your new talents to get through it. You will find that on the far wall. If you cannot escape, do not worry. We will keep good care of you until such a time as you are able to. Thank you for your unwilling participation in our experiment, enjoy your stay." When the audio cut off there was a whoosh and click noise from the door. Mr. Kleary jumped up and threw it open, rushing out to see if the children were okay. He tripped over his own feet and a sob rose in his throat. They had to be okay, dear God, they had to be okay. The room outside was bright, with pale yellow walls, laid out just like the voice had said it would be. Mr. Kleary sprinted forward, his heart hammering in his ears, he had to find the children. He spun about in time to see the kids stumble out of their rooms, dazed and confused, but fine. They all looked fine, at least as fine as they could be given the situation. Mr. Kleary reached out to them with shaking hands as they came close. He looked frantically through each kids' hair and all around, looking for any cuts or bruises. He found none. He drew a stuttering breath and wiped away the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes. He had to be strong.

"Mr. Kleary..." Willow's voice was shaky, which was strange for the overly confident girl. That waver was reflected in the unsteady beat of Mr. Kleary's heart. "What's going on?"

"What happened?” Tanner demanded. "Where the hell are we?" He was practically yelling.

"Language!" Mr. Kleary couldn't think straight. It had to have been a day or more since they had gone to the museum. His hands trembled. "I don't know the answer to any of your questions. I'm sorry. I'll let you know if I figure anything out." His hands were shaking. He’d noticed that already; he couldn’t think. He stumbled the few steps over to one of the many cafeteria-style tables in that part of the room. He bit his lip and tried to gather his thoughts; the children continued to bombard him with questions he couldn't answer. Except Rosa, she just sat at the next table and stared in silence.

"We need to get out of here," Jacob said, "and we may have to do it without much help from him." Jacob shot Mr. Kleary a glare. "He seems broken or something." Mr. Kleary flinched at this statement.

"I am so sorry," Mr. Kleary said with a grimace. "I'm certainly not the best in these situations." His leg was bouncing uncontrollably, he tried to stop it with his hands. "I agree though. The sooner we can get out of here the better."

"The exit looks like it's blocked by some kind of wall though." Willow gestured to a gaping and jagged hole in the far wall. It had an exit sign above it and appeared to have a brick wall built just on the other side.

"What's the point of an exit that we can't get out?" Jacob made a face toward it.

"To mess with us." Tanner shrugged. "That dude said we're some part of a messed up experiment. There probably isn't a way out."

"Well, then what would happen? Are we just gonna sit here and not try?" Willow shoved her hands into his chest, knocking him back a few steps.

"We'll die trying! That's what will happen, that's just what happens in situations like this!" He shoved her back.

"Hey, woah, woah, woah." Mr. Kleary stepped between them. "We can't fight if we want to get out of here. I know you're panicking but everyone needs to calm down." He took a deep breath and tried to take his own advice. "Let's go look at this exit and see if we can find out more." A clear goal, an obvious objective. That should help him focus. He walked quickly toward the hole, Willow followed close behind. Tanner and Jacob hung back a little, walking slowly. Rosa just sat there, still staring in silence.

"Something weird is going on with Mr. Kleary," Tanner whispered. "He's being even more weirder than he normally is."

"Dude, we're trapped in some weird place and it's pretty much his fault we got here." Jacob shrugged. "I'd be pretty freaked too. Honestly, I am pretty freaked."

"Nah, it's more than that." Tanner tilted his head. "It's like he can't even get his head to think right."

"I think your head's not thinking right." Jacob tapped Tanner in the back of his head. "This isn't an English lesson, you don't needa overthink stuff."

"It's on wheels." Mr. Kleary furrowed his brow at the exit. "The brick wall is on wheels."

"We need to push it," Willow said determinedly. "We can push it out of the way and get out of here."

"A brick wall's gotta be heavy." Jacob placed a hand on it.

"Just because we are not in class or at home doesn't mean you should speak improperly, Jacob." Mr. Kleary said, not looking away from the wall.

"Can you stop shaking your hand like that?" Jacob complained. "It's really annoying."

"Don't be rude," Willow snapped at him.

"Jacob's right," Mr. Kleary muttered. The three kids gasped at him. "The wall will be too heavy. But if we all... No..." He continued to mutter and Tanner gestured as if to say I told you so. Jacob shrugged in response.

"We have to push, all of us, together," Mr. Kleary said. "It may work. When I count to three." He glanced to the children. "Wait, where's Rosa? We need her too." He looked around for a moment before seeing her, alone at the table. He shouted her name, making all the children jump at the suddenness of it. Rosa came hurrying over. "Okay, everyone. Hands on the wall, we'll push on three. One, two, three!" Only Mr. Kleary pushed.

"Does push on three mean to push when you say three or after?" Willow asked.

"Well, he said ON three, so probably when he says three," Tanner reasoned. "But you counted too fast."

"On three, so when I say three push. Push as hard as you can and don't stop." Mr. Kleary took a deep breath and they tried again, and again, and again. Each time the wall would move a bit, but each time it rolled back. They kept trying and it started moving more, though they couldn't keep it forward. It became obvious when they got it a bit further that it was on a hill, making it even harder to move. Rather than a count of three eventually they tried just all pushing. It worked; the wall moved and it stayed. It didn't move very much but they could hold it forward. For a moment at least.

Then Willow, frustrated, pulled back and slammed into it. The wall rolled further and they could hold it with it only sliding a little. She did it again and the wall rolled forward easily another few inches. A few more slams and they were almost two feet into the tunnel behind the wall. Willow stepped back further, ready to get a good slam, but having held the wall so long the others were exhausted. The moment without Willow there was enough for the wall to slip. It began to roll back, fast.

Mr. Kleary didn't hesitate for a moment, he quickly flung Rosa and Tanner out of the way, ready to grab Jacob as he fell. The small gap under the wall was just enough for Jacob's foot to go under as it rolled, his leg and foot met at an impossible angle. Without thought, Willow slammed into the wall. It moved forward just enough for Mr. Kleary to yank Jacob out of the way. As he stumbled backward and set Jacob on the ground he looked to Willow. The wall wasn't moving, she was holding it on her own. And she looked like she was going to pass out. She let go of the wall, tripped and scrambled out of its way. Then she lay next to Jacob on the floor and stayed there shaking while everyone tried to gather their thoughts.

"You held the wall..." Tanner said like he was trying to make sense of things. "You moved too fast." He pointed shakily at Mr. Kleary. "His ankle..." Tanner just kind of blinked and fell silent.

"Jacob, can you hear me?" Mr. Kleary kneeled by his side. "Jacob, are you alright?"

"Of course I'm not alright,” he moaned. "I just got run over by a freakin' wall."

"Oh good, you're talking." Mr. Kleary sighed like that was a huge relief. "Your ankle?"

"It hurts." Jacob sat up a little. "But it's not too bad." He looked confused.

"Shock can do that." Mr. Kleary looked towards Willow, who just lay there, and all around the room. He was at a total loss for what to do and it felt like his heart was trying to climb out his throat again.

"Please take the injured boy to his room. It is our priority to ensure your health and safety while you stay here." The voice came over the PA.

"No!" Tanner shouted. "We can't give him to them, who knows what they'll do."  He pleaded with Mr. Kleary. "Please. He's already hurt."

"Tanner, we don't have any other choice." Mr. Kleary hooked his arm under Jacob's. "Come help."

"I want to. I think the speaker guy’s telling the truth." Jacob winced as he tried to get up. Tanner sighed and came over, helped lift and threw Jacob's other arm over his shoulder. The three of them crossed the room awkwardly, with Jacob wincing every time his foot touched the floor.

When Mr. Kleary and Tanner came back they helped Willow over to one of the couches in the living area. She fell onto the couch, breathing laboured breaths.

"What did I do?" Her question was quiet. "How did I..?"

"I don't know..." Tanner responded after realizing that Mr. Kleary wasn't going to. He seemed to have zoned out entirely. "You held all that weight. It shouldn't've been possible."

"Maybe it was adrenaline," Rosa said quietly. "I remember we watched that documentary a while ago. Adrenaline can make people do impossible things." Her voice was soft and sounded more terrified than usual. She didn't even seem to buy her own explanation.

"Huh? What? Sorry, yes?" Mr. Kleary shook his head and blinked rapidly. "I was somewhere else there for a moment. Sorry."

"Mr. Kleary, are you okay?" Willow seemed exhausted but her gaze was pointed and it was pointed at his bouncing leg.

"I'm fine." He leaned forward and pressed his hands down on his leg. "It's nothing you need to worry about."

"That makes it sound like there is something to worry about." Tanner raised his eyebrows.

"It doesn't matter. I'm trying my best." Mr. Kleary sighed. "My best may not be enough though. I'm sorry."

"You keep apologizin' and I don't even get what for." Tanner’s voice had an air of judgment. "Just tell us."

"I can't. Not just yet." Mr. Kleary rubbed his face. "I just need my bag."

"That bag you always have?" Willow said. "Will it help somehow?"

"Never you mind." He bit his lip. "Just rest. I'm going to get some rest too." He moved over to an empty couch and laid down, trying to even out his breathing. He and Willow fell in and out of light restless sleep while the other two sat in silence for what seemed like hours.

[yoon-kooks]

Lie- Part 11

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Angst / Fluff

Summary: There was a time when you loved him and he hated you. Now you hate him, but does he love you?

Parts: 0 // 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 // 9 // 10 // 11 // 12 // 13 // 14 // 15 // 16 // 17// FINAL

“Y/N, which high school are you applying for?” Jimin asked out of nowhere. It was a little strange for him to be asking you a question like that. Usually, it’d be the other way around.

“Busan High School of the Arts,” you said. Ever since you learned Jimin was studying dance, you decided you should try to follow your own passion for the arts as well. “What about you?”

“I… actually don’t know yet.” There was a slight drop in Jimin’s expression.

“You could come to the same school as me~!” You made a peace sign with your fingers. “Apply as a dance student!”

“I don’t know if I’m qualified.” He looked down at his notebook, twirling his pencil as you stared at him. “It’d be pointless to apply there only to get rejected…” You were certain that with his talent, he’d get accepted into any dance school. And you just wished he wouldn’t doubt himself so much.

“I have no say on who gets accepted into what school,” you said, trying to copy Jimin’s pencil twirl, “but any school that doesn’t think you’re qualified is missing out on a talented dancer.” The boy’s face reddened.

“You’re just saying that because you want me to go to the same school as you…” he mumbled.

“I’m not!” you pouted. “I mean… yes, I think it’d be fun for us to attend the same school… but more importantly, I don’t want you to just give up on dance because of self-doubt.”

“I never said I was giving up on dance…” Jimin set down his pencil. “There’s just… a lot of other things to consider too.” You waited for him to elaborate on the “other things”, but it seemed like he didn’t want to tell you about it.

-

“Jungkook said to be at their place by 8.” You tapped your foot as Yoora drew on her signature winged eyeliner. “It’s 7:50… And we’re literally just gonna watch anime. Do you really needa go all out on the makeup?”

“Yes, of course! I needa look my best for Jimin!” Yoora took her eyes off the mirror for a second to look at you, but then made a face when she looked back at her reflection. “Ew, I messed up my eyeliner!! Look!” She pointed to her eyelid, but you saw nothing wrong with it.

“Looks fine to me…” You rolled your eyes. “Can we just go? Your Jimin is gonna get mad if you’re late.”

“I can’t face him with my eyeliner all over the place!” Yoora groaned. “Just go ahead without me then. I’ll meet you there after!”

“Okay…” You were actually hoping you wouldn’t have to go alone. Because that would mean it’d just be you, your boyfriend, and your childhood crush. Maybe the double-date thing wasn’t such a good idea after all.

-

You knocked on the door, praying Jungkook would be the one to open the door. But as soon as you saw pink hair, you knew that wasn’t the case.

“You’re late~” Jimin shook his head. He wore plaid pajama bottoms with an oversized sweatshirt, all complimented by his soft fluffy hair. “I was waiting a long time for you, ya know.”

“It's 8:02. My bad.” You followed Jimin to the living room, looking around. “Where’s Kookie?”

“He told me his vocal lessons went extra long or something.” Jimin pointed at the couch for you to sit down. “He should be on his way soon.”

“Oh…” You breathed in a clean flowery fragrance as he took a seat next to you. He ran his fingers through his hair and shamelessly stared at you as if he hadn’t seen you in years. Although it really hadn’t been that long since he first took you to the dorms, part of you did miss him too.

“So it’s just you and me then?” Jimin teased, tilting his head.

“Yeah,” you looked away from him, completely forgetting about your missing friends. You told yourself you wouldn’t fall for his charms, but your body never seemed to listen to your words. Your face was already flushed with red, your heart beating too quickly.

Jimin grabbed the huge blanket that laid over the couch and brought himself closer to you before covering both you and him. You couldn’t think of anything besides his body heat radiating out to you, tempting you to move even closer, to narrow the already thin gap between your bodies. Neither of you said a word, nor did a word need to be spoken.

Yet, as close as you were to him, you also felt distant. Past or present, Jimin was always both a close friend and a stranger you hardly knew. And for so long, all you wanted were answers. Why hadn’t he brought up that night in Busan? The night when everything between you and him changed. Why did he continue to pretend like everything was okay? Maybe it was for the same reason you also refused to bring it up. You were scared.

Your train of thought was broken as Jimin’s hair fell to your shoulder. You heard the gentle breathing of his sleep. His sweet scent pulled you into a sleepy state of your own as you glanced at him resting against you. He really had grown into a handsome man. Your body snuggled up to him, wanting to stay there, even though you knew it wouldn’t last long. It just felt right.

But you had a boyfriend. And Jimin needed to be aware of that sooner than later—before you gave him anymore false hope. “Jimin…” you spoke softly, half-wishing he wouldn’t hear you.

“OMG!!!” You heard your friend’s squeal from outside along with the sound of keys unlocking the door.

Jimin opened his eyes calmly, but didn’t move from your shoulder. As the door knob turned, you bit your lip and put a small gap between yourself from the boy. He stared at you before turning his attention to the opening door. You only hoped he would understand.

Jungkook stepped inside with a wide-eyed Yoora right behind him. He cutely waved to you and Jimin and led Yoora to the couch. You were pretty sure her eyeliner looked exactly the same as it had before you left her, but her eyes were now filled with hearts. The way she looked at Jimin was too similar to how you had once looked at him.

You waited for her to introduce herself to both Jimin and Jungkook, but got ready to step in when she remained speechless.

“You’re Yoora, right?” Jimin got up from his spot next to you to greet your friend with a warm smile.

“Y-yes!” Yoora blushed. You’d never seen her so flustered over a boy before. “You remember me from the fansign?”

“Of course,” Jimin nodded. “You curled your hair and asked me about my ideal type, didn’t you?” You flinched. He really did remember her... And he was so warm and friendly to her. He was probably that way with all ARMYs. Suddenly, you didn’t feel so special to him. Not that you ever were.

“Hey.” Jungkook plopped himself down on the couch next to you as Yoora continued to be swept away by Jimin. He offered you some freshly made popcorn. “Your friend is funny.”

“She really is…” You popped a handful of popcorn into your mouth. “She’s madly in love with Jimin… I don’t get it.”

“That’s not what I meant, but okay,” Jungkook laughed, watching as you grabbed some more popcorn. “We’re gonna run out of popcorn before the movie even begins, Y/N.” You were so fixed on the conversation in front of you that hadn’t realized how much you had already eaten.

“Sorry,” you scratched the back of your head. “What movie are we watching again?”

“Your Name (Kimi no na wa)!! It’s like my favorite movie in the world??” Jungkook turned to Yoora and Jimin who were still standing and blocking the TV. “We can start watching it when some people take a seat already.” He threw a popcorn at Jimin’s head. You laughed when it sat perfectly on top of his head without him realizing.

Jimin sat Yoora down on the couch as he reclaimed his spot right next to you. He caught your eye for a moment. You reached over him to pick the lone popcorn out of his hair and gave it to him. He stared at it, puzzled and a little flustered.

“Did Jungkook throw this at me?” He leaned over to you and whispered into your ear. You nodded and let out a small giggle. “That brat…” He threw the popcorn into his mouth and opened the blanket to spread across the four of you.

“I heard that~” Jungkook called out from the other side of you as he pressed play to finally begin the movie.

Jungkook had told you all about Your Name and how good it was, but you couldn’t seem to focus on the story at all. About ten minutes into the movie, you felt a hand resting on your leggings underneath the blanket. A chill ran down your spine. You turned to Jungkook, who had both of his hands on his cheeks, staring intently at the TV screen. So obviously, it was the other boy’s hand.

You pulled your phone from your pocket and sent him a message. An alarming beep came from Jimin’s phone a second later. He waited a few minutes before pulling his phone out with his free hand to see what you had to say to him.

9:07PM Y/N “your hand is on me”

He chuckled a little before responding.

9:10PM Jimin “it is”

9:16PM Y/N “this isnt a date you know”

9:21PM Jimin “last time i checked, it was”

You weren’t sure if he was kidding or serious. Yes, it was a date, but that wasn’t how double dates were supposed to work. You thought you had made it clear you weren’t giving him anymore chances, and that things were going perfectly fine with Jungkook. Jimin couldn't have really believed this was a date between you and himself. He said it himself that he knew Jungkook was into you. And he must’ve known that you felt something for Jungkook as well.

But he didn’t know the two of you were dating.

You started to type up a message to clarify the truth. But another text popped up before you had the chance to send it.

9:32PM Jimin “you said you wanted to see me, didn’t you?”

Your heart completely dropped. You could barely bring yourself to read the text because you knew he was right. You did want to see him, but you didn’t mean it like that. At least you didn’t think you did. So how were you supposed to respond?

Jimin gently entwined his fingers with yours. His hold was so warm, yet so fragile like it could break at any moment. But you didn’t want it to.

When you didn’t pull away, you felt a soft squeeze on your hand. You glanced at Jimin, who gave you the sweetest smile before setting his phone down to get back into the movie.

Although you had no clue what was happening in the movie, you didn’t want it to end. Because when it did, you had a lot of explaining to do.

A/N: I still haven’t watched Your Name... but tfw Your Name and Y/N exist in the same universe o.o

[dirtycrawfish337]

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1. 6 songs I listen to most? Currently it's been lick by cardi b, rainbow and praying by kesha, grown ass kid by chance, big b's by young thug n chance, and like all of sza's album bc I'm still obsessed w it??2. If I could meet anyone who would it be?Oh no there are so many angels I wanna meet I can't even pick one3. Find book nearest to me pg 23, line 17?I'm sorry I'm in bed n not in reaching distance of one lmao4. What do you think about most?Probably my future5. Latest text from someone else?"WHAT"6. Sleep w or w/o clothes?Depends on how I'm feeling tbh7. Strangest talent?Turning trauma into biting sarcasm lmfao8. Girls? Boys?Girls? AMAZING Boys? Also amazing, but y'all loud lol9. Ever had a poem or song or written about me?I know of 2 poems written ab me10. Last time I played air guitar?Not sure11. Any strange phobias?Clowns and like slimy food?? Idk if those are strange but ik they make me cringe12. Ever stuck a foreign object up my nose?No, I was an advanced toddler13. Religion?Nothing concrete currently but I'm very interested in Buddhism14. If outside, what are you most likely doing?Either w friends or my dog15. Prefer to be behind the camera or in front?Behind16. Favorite band?Florence + the machine17. Last lie you told?I'm waking up at 718. Believe in karma?Definitely19. URL meaning?Lol one of my old friends came up w it and it's basically just ab loving where I'm from I guess20. Greatness weakness/strength?Taking care of everyone else before me lol21. Celebrity crush?TOO MANY22. Ever gone skinny dipping?No23. How do I vent my anger?I usually just needa rant for like 20 min straight then I don't care lol24. Own a collection?I probably have an unreasonable amount of things associated w marching band in my room25. Talking on the phone or online video chatting?Talking on the phone26. Happy w the person you've become?She's def still learning but so much better than where she used to be so yes 27. Sound I hate/love?Any type of metal scratching against another metal and I love hearing dogs run up to me28. Biggest what if?I guess if I had moved away for college? How different I may be rn? All the different ppl who may be in my life rn? 29. Believe in ghosts/aliens?Yes30. Stick your right arm out, what do you touch? Left?Right: My bedside fan. Left: The wall31. What do you smell in the air?Coffee32. Worst place I've ever been to?Probably a court house33. East or west coast?West for the culture34. Most attractive singer of opposite sex?Let's go w either miguel or frank ocean35. Meaning of life in your opinion?Doing what makes you happy for as long as you can while you're here bc at the end of it that's what you'll want, knowing you found peace and happiness for/within yourself, in my opinion36. Define artYour own creativity that makes your soul just feel right ya know? And it comes in all different forms37. Believe in luck?Eh, somewhat38. What's the weather like rn?Hot n sunny39. Time?7:54 AM40. Drive? If so, have you ever crashed?Yes and yes41. Last book you read?Not sure which one but I'm almost positive it was Mary Higgins Clark and if not it was a text book lol42. Like the smell of gasoline?Not at all43. Have any nicknames?Aimster by my parents and a few friends lol44. Last film you saw?To the bone (should prolly finish it)45. Worst injury?I've had a few bad scrapes n cuts nothing really major unless a few bad illnesses count46. Ever caught a butterfly?No but I need one to catch me47. Any obsessions rn?Just coming off of an obsession w the show ozark48. Sexual orientation?Bisexual49. Ever had a rumor spread about you?Many lol50. Believe in magic?Somewhat51. Tend to hold grudges?No I find it best to let that hurt GO52. Astrological sign?Pisces53. Save money or spend it?I wanna say save but my bank account know I'm lying54. Last thing I purchased?Soup, crackers, ice cream, n candy bars (im sick lol)55. Love or lust?Yikes that's a tough one. Both are very good but can be dangerous56. In a relationship?No57. How many relationships have you had?Real ones? Just one. I had at least 4 situationships we're just not gonna talk about lol58. Can you touch your nose w your tongue?I actually can't lol59. Where were you yesterday?The doctor, a pharmacy, popeyes, a store, and my bed mostly60. Anything pink within 10 ft of me?Yah my phone charger61. Wearing socks?Not rn62. Favorite animal?SHARKS 63. Secret weapon to get someone to like you????? Let u know when I find it??64. Where is your best friend?Prolly sleeping65. Top 5 blogs on here?I'm not sure of all of them but def check pelvicthruster and my-secret-life-as-ren for some bomb ones66. My heritage?Black??67. What was I doing at midnight last night?What I do best, sleeping68. What do you think is Satan's last name?Idk omg69. Biggest turn ons?Pretty teeth!! Being nice to me!! Slow kissing!! Neck kisses!! 70. Are you the friend of a friend you'd hope to have?Hopefully, I consider myself a pretty good friend71. There's a dog drowning on my way to work but if I'm late again I'll be fired, what do I do?Save the dog and get away from a heartless boss if they fire me after that tf??72. If given one month to live would I tell anyone n everyone, what would I do w my remaining days, and would I be afraid?Probably only close friends and family, I would want to travel any and everywhere until I couldn't anymore, and I'd be scared of all the unanswered questions ab death but I think I would have to sooner rather than later accept that I can't change what's happening and just live out my fullest life73. Can either have trust or love? Which one?Trust. In my opinion love can't exist w/o trust so74. A song that always makes me happy when I hear it?Too many omg I just rly love music75. Last 4 digits of my number?4061??76. What makes a great relationship?Trust, honesty, attraction, healthy actions from both partners, and NEVER stop doing the little things. So many relationships go to shit bc one or both stopped cherishing the other person in the relationship77. How can I win your heart?Animals!! Good music!! Genuine company!!78. Can insanity bring on more creativity?I think it can in theory, but it doesn't mean you have to be some kind of mad scientist or in an unhealthy mindset to have creativity79. Single best decision I've made in my life?Letting go of people who are no longer good for me or vice versa. Holding onto that hurt does nothing but drag you down80. What do you want written on your tombstone?I actually have a thing w quotes, meaning I have so many I LOVE, I wouldn't even know where to start81. Shoe size?10 (Switch 80 and 81 I mixed up the numbers)82. Favorite word?TOO MANY83. First thing that comes to mind hearing the word heart?Passion84. A saying you say a lot?"It be like that" (probably what's gonna actually end up on my tombstone)85. Last song I listened to?I think it was caretaker by dram and sza86. Favorite color(s)?Blue and gray87. Current desktop picture?I don't have a computer anymore so :/88. If you could press a button, making anyone explode, who would it be?There's a lotta ignorance I wanna get rid of in this world but I don't even think I could explode anyone lol89. A question you'd be scared to tell the truth on?And expose myself..I think not lmao90. Turn offs?I really don't line unnecessarily rude/mean people or anyone who speaks to you as if they're superior91. If I ate a vegetable that gave me superpowers what would it be?Hopefully mental stability tbh92. Where are your parents from?My dad's from Vackaville, California and my mom's from Abbeville, Louisiana93. If I could erase any horrible experience from my past what would it be?I could definitely get rid of a lot of painful things but I feel like I could also be a drastically different person94. Opportunity to sleep w a music celebrity of my choice, who('

[aedan-g]

I’m a lil intoxicated at the moment so it’s causing me to write. So random me doing this i feel like i make a post like this once every few months. It’s good though. You needa get this shit out every once ina while. I should do it on paper though i really do it just on here. It’s a blog tho so FUCK it am i right. But yeah. Life’s weird lately and things arw changing. It’s a feeling that’s hard to describe honestly. I’m starting to realize if you keep telling yourself you don’t care about something, you’re eventually really not going to care. I really thought otherwise but like…. It’s just different for me. I almost care too much about things. Over-analyze things. But I’m growing, learning, and coming to realizations that should have come sooner. Like I said before I’m a little intoxicated, but they do say drunk talk is real talk. But there’s also things I should really care about more. I feel as if I’m too patient sometimes. Or just like i should’ve or could’ve done something/still should or still could. SUCH a weird feeling man. Idk where my head is at lately. Things are changing so drastically and it’s so new to me. I almost feel lost and found at the same time if that makes any sense. I really just don’t know anymore. But things always change and things always get better. And I’m so grateful to have that mindset. I just hope more things change in my life. I’ve set goals and accomplished most, but some I haven’t. Yet.