#it makes me so angry every time i have to pay them ya’ll don’t understand

[emmaspolaroid]

working.. disgusting. having money for everything i need and maybe even something i want.. very cool super swag. having to use my money to pay student loans… just kill me instead actually.

[salamanderdr]

Lost Family in a Mad Town

My ‘Town That Went Mad’ one-shot

By @salamanderdr

tw: death/child death/trauma

Featuring: c!Karl, c!Dream, c!Corpse, and Robin

Authors note: Also I am in no way a writer so sorry for any typos. I’ve never actually written a fanfiction so the only place I can put it is here. I wrote this because I couldn’t get the idea out of my head and I had to get it down. Karl and the others did such a good job on the stream. I literally wrote this in one sitting, I hope ya’ll like it qwq. 

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Karl had been having these dreams for a while now. It didn’t seem like anything special. To him, they were just interesting stories to tell his friends. These stories are what he became known for, and he enjoyed the attention. What made the dreams so special is that most of them involved Karl’s friends getting into unusual shenanigans, which inspired most of the young men’s hangouts. However, one dream, in particular, caused Karl to reconsider if there was more to them. 

~Once asleep, Karl finds himself in a rather interesting dream. In the middle of a small village, Karl stands next to the town’s water fountain. The setting is more rustic than he is used to, and his bright multicolored hoody stands out among the bustling villagers. Despite his appearance, the quaint villagers paid him no attention. Concerned, Karl realizes that he can't interact with the townspeople. Unsure of what to do with himself, Karl spots a familiar neon green hood. Karl walks up to the figure and lays his hand on their shoulder, whispering, “Dream... is that you?” The brightly clothed man whips around, shock in his voice, “H-how… who are you?” Karl tilts his head, “It’s me Dream, Karl. Don’t you remember me?” Dream put his head in his hands, “I-I… Karl? Y-yes.. I re”. Suddenly a deep voice pulls both men’s attention away, “Cornelius! You still waiting for us?” Karl looks behind Dream to see a pale man with cat ears and tail, holding the hand of a sweet-looking boy with a hat full of lovely wildflowers. Karl’s heart became warm, something seems familiar about the boy, like if he could be an old friend. Karl speaks again, “Dream, who are they? Did he call you Cornelius? Jeez, what the honk is going on?” Dream quickly turns to Karl, “I’ll explain it later. Just go on, I’ll find you.”  Karl shakes his head “Oh, it’s fine I don't think they can see me.” Dream sighs, “fine, just stay quiet for a bit so I can focus.”

Dream walks over to the two who patiently wait for him “Sorry Corpse, I got sidetracked.” He gently offers his arm to Corpse. Still holding the boy’s hand, Corpse hooks his arm with Dreams. Dream smiles towards the boy, “Y’all didn’t miss me too much, did ya, Robin?” Robin giggles, “If anything, we’re better off without you.” The three laugh as they walk down the path as Karl follows close behind, also laughing to himself.

As the day ends and the night comes, Karl finds himself sitting beside Dream outside his little cottage. Slowly rocking in his chair, Dream speaks, “ I started remembering a little more, not much but enough to kinda understand what’s going on.” He looks at Karl, “I know you later down the line, don’t I?” Karl nods, “Yeah… so this really happened? You had a little family Dream?” he smiles. Dream frowns, “I did, a very long, long, long, long time ago,” he sighs, “this happened like hundreds of years ago, Karl, and you weren’t here. I guess those dreams you have are actually real things that happen.” Karl scratches his head, “I guess I’m learning new things about myself every day, haha. Hey, why don’t you tell me about them… if you want”. Dream looks longingly through the window where Corpse and Robin sleep, “ I found them. I was just planning to mess with the village for a bit, but then I got attached”. Karl's smile grows wider at this, knowing how Dream can be despite his usual dark intentions “and?” Continuing, “I found a boy and his blind friend, and I decided to play house… t-that’s it…” sweat starts to pour from Dream’s forehead “I lo-lost them, and it’s my fault.” Karl's face drops “W-what?”

Suddenly the dream changes and Karl faces a gruesome scene. Dream is on the ground, blood flowing from a deep wound in his chest, being held by Corpse, who is crying. Karl falls towards Dream, shaking him, “Dream! Dream! What’s happening? Who did this?” Dream splutters, unable to speak. Corpse cries for help, “Please someone! R-Robin, go get help!”. Not noticing him till now, Karl watches as Robin flees into the night in search of someone to help his dying adopted father. Corpse turns back to Dream, his voice shaking, “It’s gonna be okay Cornelius, Robin’s getting help.” In Corpse’s arms, Dream lifts his hand to Corpse’s face and wipes the tears from his sightless eyes, “Sorry, Corpse.” Karl watches helplessly as Dream takes his final breath, shocked about how tragic things have become. Karl stumbles to his feet and runs into the forest.

After several minutes, Karl leans against a tree, gasping for air. A voice suddenly speaks up, “Tragic, huh?” Karl jumps at the voice with a welp. He searches the empty trees to see Dream in his bright outfit, and this time, his disturbing clay mask with the eerie smile. Karl catches his breath and stutters, “W-wait, you died?” Dream moves closer, sitting in front of Karl, the morning sun reflecting off the mask, “Oh come on. You really think it's that easy for someone to get rid of me?” Karl shakes his head, “Of c-course not. It’s just, it was so convincing, it scared me. I’ve never seen you like that… What’s happening, what happened to you? What happened to Corpse and Robin?”, concern and millions of questions fill Karl’s head. Dream rolled his hidden eyes, “I guess I’ll be honest with you… it won’t really change anything. Well, you know I’ve been around for a while, and of course, you know I’m hard to kill. Those idiots didn’t know that though.”, he turned his head away “Karl, I bring chaos wherever I go, and I knew whatever that was wasn’t gonna last long, but I ignored it.”  Seeing the Dream he was familiar with sitting in front of him, the one who terrorizes many of his friends in the present, his voice hardens, “Yeah, that’s for sure. So you left them thinking you were dead. That’s cruel. Even for you. They cared about you, Dream.” Dream looks back to Karl, “Well, it was a different time I couldn’t just reveal myself. The ones that ‘killed’ me already saw I would only bring trouble, but they didn’t realize it all started when they decided to take a man’s life. It only fanned the flames of chaos. Hahaha, if I did reveal what I am, I’d be in real trouble. Then I would have hurt Corpse and Robin.”, he looked towards the ground. Karl narrowed his eyes, “You didn’t want them to know you’re actually a monster.” Dream didn’t respond. Then in the distance, a bell rings. 

Karl and Dream appear in the middle of the village to see the villagers in utter disarray. Dream speaks, “The Dream you spoke to was able to remember you only a little bit. When I was 'killed' I was able to show up. He should be watching right now. Heh, I guess I showed up so I could finish the story for him”. Karl looks at Dream, “so what is that story?” Dream looked at the crowd of angry townspeople, “Just watch for now.” Karl turns his attention to the mob. The people are angrily fighting about who killed the man known as The Wise Cornelius, paying no attention to the poor blind man and his adopted son, who were the real victims. As Karl watches, he begins to understand Dream’s role in the village. Yes, he was part of the family made up of a blind cat boy and a tragically orphaned child, but he also brought a lot of new knowledge to the villagers. His brilliance also seems to be what made him a target for the murderers’ Dream mentioned. To Karl, at least, the killers just didn’t understand Dream’s ideas and saw it as some sort of sin against God, knowledge, only meant to drag them all to hell.

Karl is snapped out of his thoughts to see two villagers dragging Corpse toward a prison, “W-wait! Dream what’s happening? What’re they doing to Corpse''. Dream didn’t speak. Robin’s cries rose above the crowd as he ran toward Corpse “Please don’t! It can’t be Corpse!! We’re all family, He would never hurt Cornelius!” Grabbing the arm of the villager, Robin is pushed to the ground “shut up kid! It couldn't be anyone else but him”. Corpse calls out to Robin as the other villager pushes him into the cell, “It’ll be okay, bud. It’s ok.” Tears running down his face, Robin grabs the bars of the cell as the villagers lock it, “Corpse, I can’t lose you too! You’re like a father to me!” Corpse places his hands on Robin’s “I-I know b-buddy.” Robin’s cries echoes throughout the village prison grounds, “P-please don’t go! I need you!”. Karl couldn’t help himself and began to cry too. Dream places his hand on Karl’s shoulder “They didn’t like how chummy I was with them, they framed Corpse because they believed I had already corrupted him” his grip became tighter, making Karl wince “they targeted my family Karl and I didn’t do a thing about it!”

The whole village, along with Karl and Dream, watched as the friendly local cat boy dropped into a lava trap, dying instantly. Robin fell to the ground, broken, weeping uncontrollably. No one comforted him. Dream speaks once more, “Robin was an orphan. His mother disappeared when he was very young. His father died in a war. He was so strong, and he was able to make his own family, but he lost that too. A child can only take so much really”, his voice grows cold when he says this. Karl nervously glances at Dream. 

It was suddenly night, and Karl stiffened as a blood-curdling scream came from one of the cottages. From the dark, Dream sighs, “Another innocent life lost.” Karl stutters, “H-how long do they keep this up?” Tired, Dream answers, “Till there is no one left. They let their paranoia corrupt them. The feeling they had about me doesn’t leave, so they turn to just taking everyone else to hell with them”. A shiver runs down Karl’s spine. Dream voice is ice  “They kill and kill and kill because they are too stupid to realize they are the evil they fear! Now that they have started this whole mess, they can’t stop”. Nervously, Karl whispers, “You really to cause people to go mad…”. Ignoring the comment, Dream asks, “And do you know who they blame all these deaths on?” Karl’s vision changes and his eyes widen in horror at the person in the prison cell. “A poor, innocent, orphan boy.” Karl looks directly into Robin’s eye, but the boy isn’t looking at him. He is looking at a figure behind Karl. Karl turns to find the ghostly figure of Corpse. The spirit walks through Karl, speaking to Robin and placing his hands on the doomed boy’s head, “Straight to hell buddy.” Just like that, Robin is gone. 

Karl jumps awake, his bed soaked with sweat, fear being the only thing he feels. He cries for a long time. After a while, there is a knock at the door, and wiping his face, Karl opens the door. He finds Dream in his doorway, “Well, that was a weird dream, wasn’t it, Karl?” Dream lets himself in. Karl's eyes follow Dream, “W-was that real?”, Dreams sits down on Karl’s bed “Yes, that was real. Now you know one thing that happened in my past... that I caused”.  Concerned, Karl asks, “Jesus Dream, there’s more?!” Dream lets out an unsettling laugh “Hahaha, of course, Karl! You don’t even know a quarter of the chaos I’ve caused, the villages and countries I’ve destroyed by just existing!”. Karl backs up, “so you let that happen? To your family, Dream?”  Dream leaned back on his elbows, “Don’t worry too much about Robin… Did he seem familiar to you Karl?” he nodded, and Dream continued, “That’s because he came back as Tubbo. He got another chance at life. Pffft, not like it’s any better really! Don’t know about Corpse though, bet he’s still in hell”. Shocked, Karl angrily speaks over Dream, “How can you say that? Do you not care about them anymore, Dream?”. Though Dream’s mask was covering his face, Karl can tell Dream is grimacing, “Corpse, Robin died ages ago. I could care less now”. Horrified, Karl truly realized the monster he let into his house and into his life. 

Karl didn’t sleep again for a while.

[slasher-smasher]

16 yrs old

Sinclair Twins x Reader

A huge thank you to the wonderful @thesightstoshowyou for beta reading my mess. I know I just posted the first one, I just have a lot in my head and want to get it down. Thank you for those who are reading, really makes my day. This one is a bit longer. Other parts here: 8 yrs, 19 yrs pt1, 19 pt2\

Warnings: none

Today was a beautiful day. There were no clouds in the bright blue sky, and the trees swished with the caress of an unusually cool breeze that blew through the town of Ambrose.

You were walking toward the station and laughing with friends you made while visiting your Uncle over the summer. Your parents have been fighting more at the most ridiculous things, so you relish the time you get to run away to the busy town.

“There’r drinks at the station we can ‘ave,” you say while wiping the sweat off your forehead.

As your little group enters the blissfully cool garage, you pass your uncle who was currently tucked underneath the body of an off-yellow vehicle.

“Hey Grumps, can we git some soda from the cooler?” You squat down next to him so you can hear him better.

“Sure, don’t care,” the muffled grumble replied, “Er, that Sinclair boy left gifts for ya’ earlier. Sumthin’ ‘bout yer birthday. It’s in my office.” You stand with a puzzled look on your face.

“Sinclair boy? No way it was Vinny. He never leaves the museum.” You ponder while walking to the small office that was tucked into the back. Looking at the desk you find the “gifts,” and let out a short laugh. One was of a poorly whittled wooden rabbit. Or, at least, you think it’s a rabbit.

“Oh Lester,” you sigh with a smile on your face. Next was a wax sculpture of a moth. The figure itself was unnerving in the usual Vincent fashion that just made you love it even more. The moth’s wings have the image of a woman’s face. It was a joke from when you embarrassed yourself when hanging out with Vincent in the House of Wax.

You moved some old papers and let out the highest pitched squeal when a large moth fluttered at your face from being disturbed. You tripped over the chair that was behind you. There was no noise but you could see Vincent’s shoulders shake from his place by the piano, his eye shining with amusement.

“Oh shut it! The damn thing tried to jump on my face!” You could feel the blood rush to your cheeks, but you were happy that the normally stoic man was laughing. A voice that sent chills down your spine broke you out of reminiscing.

“Ya gunna pay fer that?”

‘Oh no,’ you panicked as you gathered the gifts and raced out of the room.

You come into the sight of your friends protesting and saying Y/N gave them the drinks. The eldest Sinclair himself leans against a yellow car that looks like he was working on judging by the grease on his coveralls and cheek. His arms are crossed over his chest, pale eyes set in a frown.

“Bo Sinclair, quit bein’ an ass! Ya’ know Grumps lets me ‘ave some drinks.” You stomped right up in front of the young mechanic, clutching the figures to your chest. He was a whole foot taller than you, so the intimidating effect from your friends’ point of view was a bit washed out.

As Bo looked down at your face, then the sculptures.

He straightened and grabbed your jaw in a firm grip with his right hand, rough from the engineering he likes to study.

The touch making a dream you had flash like lightning behind your eyes of the way his hands caressed your skin and how you awoke breathless, angry, and slick.

His lips slid into a smirk that made you want to slap it off…or maybe run your tongue across it.

‘Fuck off hormones!’ you scolded.

“How was I supposed to know they were with you Prince/Princess?” he asked in that condescending way of his. The blood in your cheeks boiled. You would never admit nor understand why this bastard of a man gets under your skin so easily.

“I told you not to call me that,” you gritted out through your teeth not taking your eyes off his blues that now shined with glee. Oh, how he loves revving you up.

Bo was just about to make a retort that would make you want to break his handsome face when your Uncle yells, “Boy! Git the fuck over ‘ere and help me with this tin can. What am I payin’ ya’ fer?”

Bo closes his eyes and growls under his breath. When he opens them, they are a darker shade, the same shade as when he is angry.

“Another time, sweet cheeks,” he winks as he caresses your cheek with his thumb before he letting go and turning to lean over the hood while your uncle is under. He acts as if you two weren’t surrounded by tension so thick you can suffocate on it.

“Yer still on the fucking fan belt? Damn it old man let me do it.”

“Prick,” you huff and turn to your two friends who seemed like they were frozen, “Let’s go, ya’ll. I want ter see them new puppies they got.” The offer of cooing over cute things seems to perk them up and the chatter and laughter resumed as you all exited the garage.

As you leave you can feel the red-hot burn of Bo’s eyes crawling up your legs and body. Mainly, your ass.

‘Nope, not looking.’ You force yourself to face forward, not at the stormy eyes that follow you as you walk to the pet store down the street. You did your best to ignore the tingling on your face where he touched you.

Later, you find yourself lounging on some dusty couch under the House of Wax where Vincent usually works on his art and spends most of his time. You were facing the ceiling, lost in thought, arms draped over the back, legs crossed at the ankles. The candle that Vincent had for a light source bathed your skin in a warm glow. All you could hear was the scrape of a pencil over the paper as Vincent sketched in his book.

You were thinking about something one of your friends said while you were gushing over the tiny puppies.

“Hey, are ya and Bo together?” she had asked while cuddling a wiggling puppy to her chest. You let out a sharp bark of laughter and shook your head violently.

“With that jerk? Hell no. Most of the time I wanna bop him in the nose whenever he opens his mouth.” You giggled as you watched the pup you were giving attention nibble on your fingers.

“Yeh, but ya’ basically grew up wit them Sinclairs and even went ter the funeral. You guys must be close righ’?” asked your other friend. The mention of Trudy and Victor’s funeral made you sad, though it didn’t show on your face.

You had mixed feelings about it. They weren’t the best of parents; God knows you know firsthand with your own. But you were saddened about how it all ended; Trudy getting sick, and poor Dr. Sinclair. Despair, like a black viscous goo consuming every good thing in your life, swallows you up too. They all deserved better.

You remember when you saw Vincent, Bo, and Lester all standing in front of the casket, heads bowed in their black suits. Lester, being at the age of seven, only knew that his Momma and Pa are gone, too young to grasp the concepts of sickness and heartbreak.

Vincent was, as usual, stiff, and with his mask on you couldn’t tell what was going through his mind. You wanted to comfort and embrace them, but what made your heart feel like it was constricted by fishing wire was Bo. His hands were balled into fists, his face pinched like he was going to scream any second. One would think he would start throwing things, but it was his eyes that gave it away. The watery bright blue eyes that were looking at the face of his mother and jailer.

You have never seen them that clear blue before. A dark, stormy ocean seemed to permanently take residence in his eyes, but not that day. You will never understand the relationship the boys had with their parents, the twisted love they had. Hopefully, the neighbors who volunteered to take them in will fill the gaping hole that has been created.

You doubt it.

The scrape of a chair on the floor made you blink. Lifting your head, you watch Vincent get up from the desk and stand in front of a small block of wax that will soon be transformed into a creature born from the man’s dark imagination. His head cocked to the side as if debating what to do. His midnight hair that is getting longer every year brushed over his right shoulder. Getting up from the couch, you groaned at feeling of the small pops when you stretched.

‘God, how long was I zoned out?’ you thought. Walking behind him, you bit into your bottom lip in hesitation. You knew you had a bit of a crush on the quiet and probably emotionally stunted artist. He was so much better to deal with than that bastard of a twin of his.

‘Ah fuck it,’ you thought, then proceeded to wrap your arms around Vincent who stiffened like he’d been electrocuted.

“I never thanked you for the moth. It’s lovely,” you whispered into his shoulder blades as you laid your head on the middle of his back. He was still like a statue and you started to get worried you overstepped, about to let go when you felt him relax and squeeze your fingers once with his soft warm hands, the total opposite of Bo’s. A soft raspy, ���Welcome,” could barely be heard.

You let go and step next to him, tilting your head to see his good eye. You always felt naked when that light blue eye was on you. You did not see any expression in them, just a cold emptiness.

“It was a monster of a moth by the way. I nearly escaped death.” You grinned as you saw him roll his eye in exasperation, “Also, Lester is gunna cut his fingers off wit those knives of his. He’s just thirteen. Where is he gettin’ all those damn things?” Vincent just shrugged and picked up some tools from the tray and proceeded to make his next creation. You huffed and walked back to the couch and ungracefully plopped onto it, content to watch him work in silence.

[shestrying2write]

She’s Real

Pairing: Ivar x reader

Warnings: One curse word? Sigurd being a jerk

Word Count: 1,514

Author’s notes: This is for the writing challenge of the lovely @youbloodymadgenius​ . Please go read their work, if you haven’t already. I may have cheated a little bit with the prompt, but when I saw it, this idea instantly came into my head. I hope ya’ll enjoy it! 

Prompt: “I’m done. We’re done.”

Summary: Family dinners never go as expected

Masterlist

“Come on Ivar. It’ll be great.” Y/N’s arms were around Ivar’s neck, playing with his hair as she knelt over him, keeping a knee on either side of his laps while he sat on his bed. His brothers had invited her over for a “family” dinner, but really they just wanted to see if Ivar’s lover was real or if he had made her up. 

Ivar had met Y/N on a raid. Her father had insisted she come along from her village in order to understand the full cycle of being a Viking; from diplomacy to the gore of it. Her father was an earl and soon enough she would be ruling by her future husband's side and her father wanted her to be prepared. She had stayed in camp to help patch up the wounded and hopefully make alliances for her father. Her father's wishes were that she would find a fierce and worthy Viking to marry, never did he imagine that it would be a Ragnorsson, nor was he happy about it, but he loved her and so he sent his only daughter overseas to reunite with her lover. He however had not sent her directly to Kattegat to meet with Ivar, but to his trusted friend Floki, along with four of his most trusted guards. Floki had gladly welcomed them into his home, and in exchange she had brought him several materials native to her area for Floki to build with. 

“You just don’t understand.” With a sigh Ivar leaned his forehead on hers, eyes closed. 

“Well seeing me will shut them up won’t it?” He had told her of Sigurd’s mockery, and of all three of his brothers skepticism that someone who loved Ivar existed. He had told her all about Margrethe and what happened with her. She also knew, from plenty of experience, that he could in fact please a woman. 

“Can we just not go? Can we just stay here, curled up in bed? My lips..” he placed a kiss on her lips, “exploring”  then her jaw “every part”, then the crook of her neck “of you?”

She let out a small hum as her eyes fluttered closed and her head tilted to give him easier access to more of her skin “As tempting as that is” she took a deep breath and stood up, much to his annoyance. His long groan of anger made her laugh “I want to meet your brothers. I want to prove to them I’m real. I want to show you off and tell the world you’re mine” 

With a roll of his eyes and head he grunted “You’re going to be the death of me woman”

“And what a great death it’ll be” she teased, leaving a small peck on his lips before walking out and into the great hall where she saw three men laughing and drinking. When she stepped in all their eyes turned to her with curiosity. She looked around at the great hall, it was her first time there and she was mesmerized. “You must be the princes of Kattegat!” She said excitedly as her eyes finally fell on them. They nodded and continued staring at her. It was her turn to tease them a bit like they teased Ivar. She pointed at Hvitserk “you must be Hvistra” then Ubbe “Uno?” and finally she pointed at Sigurd “and you...I always forget the third’s name. Not significant enough I suppose” and she shrugged.  They looked at her bewildered. Did she really not know who they were? She was wearing fine silks and expensive jewelry, she must be someone of high lineage, but how could she be if she didn’t know who they were by name and reputation. They hadn’t noticed Ivar crawl in until they heard his voice 

“Y/N… Behave” with amusement in his tone he crawled past her into his seat. That’s when they saw her break into a small laugh, amused by their reactions, a glint of mischief in her eyes.  

She took her seat beside him pecking his cheek. “What? I was just teasing” she emphasized the last word as she made direct eye contact with Sigurd. 

“Brothers. This is my lovely Y/N Gunnarsdottir” he brought her hand up to his lips. To say they were all taken back was an understatement. She was real, she was here, she was with Ivar. Tales of Gunnar The Blood Thirsty were what any Viking could hope for. He had helped Ragnar in their youth until Gunnar settled down in his homeland to take care of his people. 

With bashful eyes she looked at all of them “Prince Ubbe, prince Hvitserk, prince...Sigurd” she let out a half grin after bowing her head to all of them. 

“So you do know who we are?” Hvitserk laughed as he continued drinking. 

“So I’m not too Insignificant for you to know” he chuckled as he emphasized the word you had used to wound him. 

“Of course not my Princes” she reached for a cup of mead and drunk as Ivar began to speak of her arrival. 

Before he could finish, Sigurd interrupted him. “So why is it that none of us saw you sail in?” He stared at her, with suspicion in his voice. 

“As Ivar was saying…” she squeezed his hand under the table “My father sailed me directly to Floki for me to settle in. I arrived not too long ago” she put food in her mouth as Ivar dropped her hand to clutch on to his arm rest in anger. 

“Or he dressed and paid you to pretend to be Y/N. After all. None of us know what exactly she looks like” Sigurd mocked nonchalantly with a shrug of his shoulders as he continued eating. Not even looking in their direction. “That would make more sense than the daughter of a fierce viking, that our father admired, falling in love with a cripple.” 

Y/N looked around to the other two, both heads down not saying anything. Well no wonder Ivar was angry all the time, his brothers did nothing to defend him. And Sigurd, well Sigurd was just plain cruel. She felt Ivar stiffen and lean in to her “I told you this was a bad idea” she could hear the hurt in his voice. She couldn’t take it, that someone would hurt her Ivar. She was however the daughter of a great viking, one that had taught her to never bite her tongue in the face of the enemy. 

Pushing her plate forward, and leaning her elbows on the table, she looked at Sigurd with her head tilted “That would just be plain stupid Siggy, to pay someone to pretend to love you,” she briefly looked at Ivar and smiled, the smile that Ivar knew was trouble. Before he could protest or tell her to just ignore Sigurd, all her attention was back on Sigurd as she continued “When you could just bed a slave with no free will.” She shrugged and then went back to picking the food on her plate “That’s much smarter for a man with not enough charm to get free women, but I guess you would know that huh Prince Sigurd?” She heard Ubbe choke on his drink and Hvitserk try to hide his laughter. Beside her, Ivar was staring at her with admiration and love. No one, aside from his mother, hel not even his mother, had ever stood up for him like that. She could also see Sigurds face turn red with not only embarrassment, but anger. 

“WELL AT LEAST I CAN PLEASE A WOMAN!” Sigurd yelled out, desperate to have the last word, to be the one to embarrass Ivar. “Ivar’s legs aren’t the only thing that don’t work you know” 

That was it, the final straw. She grabbed her empty cup and flung it as hard as she could, hitting Sigurd right on the forehead, leaving a red mark. Her vision went red, blinded by anger, she felt Ivar grab her arm as she tried to jump over the table to further attack Sigurd. “You know what? I’m done.” She smoothed her dress and squeezed Ivar’s hand “We’re done.” She heard the older two laugh as Sigurd stared at her in shock. “You got lucky this time because Ivar made me leave my guards and my knives at Floki’s. But I wouldn’t push my luck if I were you” She threatened, before taking a deep breath and turning to Ivar with a smile “Now. If you’ll excuse us. I have truly missed Ivar. We will be going now, to fuck until I can’t walk anymore.” She turned to walk out but not before winking at a bashful Ivar who nervously chuckled and waved at his brothers as he followed behind her. 

As they walked out Ubbe chuckled “Looks like Ivar managed to find the only person in the world with a temper worse than his own”

“And with the aim to match” A breathless Hvitserk laughed poking at Sigurd’s red spot. 

[joy1579]

RFA (plus saeran) with an MC that leaves when she gets angry (don’t worry they all make up)

so this took me all day but i want to try writing something everyday so here ya’ll go let me know if y’all like it. also i just noticed how often i misspell the names and i ask for mercy i have dyslexia and i really am trying to catch these things.

Jumin

-        You two rarely argued but when you did it tended to bring out EVERYTHING past and present

-        You couldn’t even remember what exactly had sparked the argument

-        Something about not eating, or was it because you had worked yourself to exhaustion two days ago

-        Whatever the reason both of you were angry.

-        You knew he cared about you, knew that behind the anger was fear and love

-        That didn’t make his stern and angry voice more tolerable though

-        Didn’t soften his piercing gaze or ease your own frustration

-        “okay. I’m done fighting Jumin.” You say coldly cutting him off mid-sentence

-        “what” he asked looking for intents and purposes like you had slapped him across the face unexpectedly

-        “I’m done Jumin. I’m not doing this anymore. I’m going for a walk; I’ll be home by dinner.”

-        “your leaving me?” he asked cautiously afraid of the answer

-        “if I were leaving you I would have just left. I wouldn’t have told you I’d be back. I’m just, I’m done fighting.”

-        And with that, you were out the door.

-        3 hours later you hung your coat up in the penthouse entry way and met your husband at the dinner table

-        “I’m sorry” both of you said simultaneously

-        You put your hand up to quiet him as you see the question in his face before he can even ask

-        “I know I can’t just leave like that. It’s not good to just shut down a conversation like that. I just I hate fighting, I hate being angry and arguing. I’d rather simply not do it. You know?”

-        “better than you could imagine my love”

Yoosung

-        “I wasn’t flirting with him!

-        “he was flirting with you though!”

-        “I can’t control what he does yoosung”

-        “you could have walked away!”

-        “I was pay- no you know what. No” you put your hands up and turned to leave the kitchen where you too where arguing as you put away the groceries

-        “wait, we, we were talking” yoosung spluttered as you tugged your coat back on and grabbed your purse

-        “no yoosung you were talking, you were talking if you want you can keep talking, you’ll get just as far in the argument as you would if I were here so go ahead. Me I’m going to go get a drink at the cat café. I’ll call you when I’m on my way back”

-        Then you were gone. Door shut surprisingly gently behind you

-        And yoosung was left alone angry and confused

-        So he did what he always did when he needed to process emotions, he played LOLOL

-        You called on your way home just as you said you would but when he didn’t answer he couldn’t help the sigh that fell from your lips

-        “yoosungie? I’m sorry I bailed on you. You know I don’t deal with frustration well, but that’s no excuse. I shouldn’t have walked out like that. I’m on my home. See you soon puppy.” You mumbled into the phone as you left a voicemail

-        As soon as you walked through the door he was on you with the tightest hug you had ever felt

-        “MC! I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you leave I just I saw the guy at the store and the way he looked at you I guess I kind of freaked out”

-        You couldn’t help yourself, not when he was nuzzling his face into your hair and rubbing your back as he hugged you

-        “puppy!” You cooed pulling back to fluff his hair a bit “I love you” you laughed at the rising blush on his cheeks and kissed his nose

Saeyoung

-        You only fight when seven is closing himself off again. Most of the time when this happens you can usually simply love him through it

-        But every now and then you got frustrated. Frustrated that he still didn’t trust you frustrated that he still thought you were better off without him. After all this time everything you’ve been through he still doesn’t understand how much you love him

-        That what led to this fight. He was shutting you out again

-        “MC seriously I’m trying to work I don’t have tim-“

-        “saeyoung I’m leaving. I’ll be back, I don’t know later I guess I’ll take the routes with cameras so you don’t have to worry”

-        “what? MC you can’t just”

-        “I can. I am. See ya”

-        So you left before he could say anything else.

-        You took the CCTV covered routes and purposefully avoided looking at the cameras.

-        He called you a couple of times and you made sure he saw you see the call on your phone before you decline the call.

-        When you finally calm down you make your way home and find him at his computer.

-        You sit on the floor next to his chair and pull out your phone texting him a quick sorry message and telling him you’ll be right beside him whenever he finishes working.

-        After a while you feel his hand in your hair and you hum contentedly knowing that you two could get through this

-        Just like you had gotten through everything else

Zen

-        He hurt himself. Again. You had warned him that he was pushing himself to hard and he still pushed.

-        Now he was hurt and out of commission for 2 days and you had more work to do than ever.

-        You loved this man really you did, but between the upcoming RFA party, the new fan club coordination position you had taken up, and being his manager you were feeling frustrated and overwhelmed

-        So once he was settled in bed and safe you told him you had to run some errands

-        “ugh you were right jagi I’m sorry”

-        You damn right I was right

-        “listen to me.” You said coldly “I love you, but if you get up from that bed while I’m gone, I will throw the TV through that door and then post that video of you after you met Elly, swollen face and all.”

-        That shut him up fast. Looking at his mouth opening and closing as he looked for something to say almost made you feel bad. Almost.

-        “I’m just, I’m angry right now and I need some time to calm down. I love you but you have to give me a bit. I promise I’ll be back soon” you explained with a sigh.

-        And so here you were sitting on your laptop at local café and posting an update for Zen’s fan club.

-        It had only been 15 minutes but you already felt bad for leaving him alone. So you began to pack up. That was until you noticed a new message on your latest post.

-        The fans wanted to put together a collection for Zen’s injury. That actually gave you a good idea

-        30 minutes and 48 different emails later and you were ready, this would be perfect and you couldn’t wait to get back to your zenny

-        When you got home you were relieved to find zen asleep and not waiting up for you as you worried he might. You kissed his forehead and set to work connecting your laptop to the TV.

-        When he woke up you helped him to the couch and just before you showed him what you and his fans had put together you set of a camera

-        “jagi? What is all this?” he asked laughing a little at all the stuff you had set up

-        “trust me Zenny you’ll love it and so will they. I just know it”

-        You played a compilation of the videos the fans had sent you of them wishing Zen well and telling him how much they loved his work. Video fan mail would definitely lift his spirits.

-        Not to mention posting his reaction would make the fans happy.

Jaehee

-        Cake burned, coffee spilled, cat hair everywhere.

-        day ruined

-        You were dog tired and so done with today when an equally tired and grumpy jaehee stumbles from the cafes back office

-        “MC what, it’s a wreck in here!” she exclaims

-        “really? I hadn’t noticed.” You replied sardonically before sighing “I know I’m working on it right now.”

-        “no it’ll be faster if I do it you just go, go make dinner at home” you could hear the edge in her voice and couldn’t help but respond in kind

-        “You know I’m not the one who let the cat in right?” you almost spat

-        “I didn’t say you did MC.” She sighed rubbing her temples

-        It had all started about 2 hours ago when a child had let in a street cat to get it out of the deluge outside. The ensuing chaos led to shutting early and trying to desperately heard a scared and soaked cat outside into a slowly fading rainstorm.

-        Needless to say that the café you two had worked so hard for was currently in shambles.

-        “fine. Your right. It’s probably faster if you just go it alone.” You muttered before stalking out the door and into the rain.

-        You had only made it half a block before you felt the rain stop

-        But it hadn’t stopped. You looked around only to see jaehee holding an umbrella over your head

-        You couldn’t help the breathless laugh the left you

-        “I guess I wasn’t thinking when I left was I”

-        “I wasn’t thinking when I told you to leave. So we’re even.”

Saeran

-        you knew this wasn’t about you

-        it was about the new councilor, who had mentioned his mother

-        it was about seven doting over him about his medicine

-        it was about everything and everyone smothering him

-        so you told yourself again and again that this screaming wasn’t about you

-        you tried to be understanding and most of the fights ended with the catharsis of a tantrum and the comfort of a gentle hug

-        this was not most times

-        “I should have just left you at mint eye where you belong!”

-        You had worked so hard to support his recovery. You were used to insults, used to frustration

-        But he said this quietly, seething and dark and you were angry.

-        You felt your stare go icy and saw his eyes widen in surprise

-        You didn’t get angry often and he was always surprised when you did

-        “saeran. I’m leaving for a while. I’ll come back when I calm down”

-        “you can’t just leave”

-        “I couldn’t leave at mint eye but I can now” you spat without even looking back at him

-        “you wouldn’t dare!”

-        “I will be back when I calm down” you said slowly before finally walking out the door

-        He was furious, and with no one to point his anger at he paced his room.

-        As his anger faded he felt the all too familiar regret and guilt wash over him as he let himself fall backwards on his bed

-        You had been gone for quite a while and he wondered balefully if this would be the time you didn’t come back to him

-        It had to happen sooner or later after all

-        You had left nearly an hour ago and you could still feel the cold and icy grip of anger on your heart. You really had to do something, anything with this feeling.

-        you yelled. You raged and spat and cursed alone in the middle of the woods. Primal scream therapy, your mother had called it; cathartic your father had said. All you knew was you felt better and Saeran didn’t have to take the brunt of it.

-        When you returned you saw saeran laying on the bed and you cleared you throat as you stood in the door way. He sat up and eyed you in clear surprise

-        “your back” he said simply as though you hadn’t told him you would return.

-        You chided yourself when you remembered all the people in his life that HADNT returned

-        “it’ll take more than a raised voice a few mean words to get rid of me” you said making your way to sit next to him

-        “you just left.” He mumbled not meeting your eye’s

-        “I know. I shouldn’t have done that. I was very angry and I didn’t want to say something I’d regret. Next time I Promise to try to calm down here instead of leaving.”

-        “I don’t like when you leave”

-        “I don’t like leaving”

-        These quiet moments were few and far between, but you cherished them, they meant progress.

[rachetmath]

What would it be like if rwbyjnor met the dutch, revy and rock

I don't understand the specifics of this request so I'll do this in the best way I can. This going to be long so be ready.

Rwby x Black lagoon

Black Lagoon crosses to Remnant:

Revy and Dutch along with team RWBY, Ren and Nora are fight a bunch of Beowolves while Jaune and Rock are fighting side by side with mostly Jaune doing most of the work while Rock provides a view tips and assisting mostly with what he can find.

Revy: So, let me get this straight you fight shit heads freaks of nature like these like every single day?

Ruby: Yep.

Dutch: And all of you have a very specific weapon that you customize yourselves to be it a blade and firearm?

Ren: Precisely.

Benny: And you have unnatural and natural resources like dust and with highly advanced technology?

Weiss: Yes.

Dutch: And you can use all that as well as this thing called aura along with a semblance?

Nora: Yeah, semblances are like a superpower.

Revy: How super?

Yang: Universal.

Revy: Well-

Revy looks to see Ruby turn her weapon from a sniper rifle to a scythe.

Revy: Dutch, can we stay here?

Dutch: HELL NO!!! Look, I hate to say this, but I much prefer seeing crazy psychos, and bullets fly than this horror fest. Plus, I may not be father but ya'll parents let you do this every day, they are very stupid and irresponsible.

Yang: Hey we're trained for this. Well except one.

Revy: Yeah that guy with Rock over there. He is doing fine but I can tell he's not all your levels. How did even survive let only get into your school?

Ruby: That we don't know or bother asking as long he works.

Revy: Well I can say that it's stupid but I still I wonder how he got in.

*Jaune and Rock side*

Rock: So, let’s get this straight. Your father never bothered to train you and no combat school was willing to accept you, so your best method was to cheat?

Jaune: Yeah, I know, I'm a complete fool.

Rock: I mean if you were willing to work hard to get there despite the risk, I say, you sir have my respect.

Jaune: But I am an idiot, I mean, I lost the only girl you who believed in me.

Rock: Jaune, let me give you a piece of advice. Get over yourself! If you still have even just one friend in this crazy messed up world then you're okay. Trust me, I know a little on how you feel. I mean look me compared to the others, do I look like I'm a mercenary?

Jaune: Why do hang out with them anyways?

Rock: Like you with your friends, mines, I guess appreciate my abilities. Look let's talk about this another time and try to survive this freak show.

Jaune: Deal.

RWBY and JNRO crosses to Black Lagoons:

Team RWBY and JNPR are fighting a mafia group along with Revy and Dutch. Ruby armed with a handgun, an old scythe and sniper with a bayonet, Weiss with a rapier and little knifes, Blake with a handgun and a katana, Yang with a shotgun and iron brazed knuckles, Jaune with an military armed shield, sword and rifle(Dutch taught him how to use it. Surprised it took him a week.) Nora with a grenade launcher, Ren dual wielding pistols and knives and Oscar with a pipe.

Revy: Holy crap, you brats are good even without your powers or usual weapons.

Ruby: We adapt.

Nora: Seriously, you guys do stuff like this every day?

Dutch: For the right price, yes. But yeah, you kids on a natural.

Yang: By the way, thanks for teaching Jaune how to use a gun.

Dutch: Thank Rock for making him listen, he said he wouldn't last long if he didn't. But in all seriously the guy learns quick, I mean, it took him a week to learn how you use that rifle.

Ren: A week! We need to start teaching him and make sure he brings one more often.

Nora: Might makes things easier from here on.

Jaune: Can all of stop talking and focus! We'll talk when we're done. Oscar, hurry up.

Oscar: Oh, I'm sorry but fighting with a pipe is hard!

Jaune: Why didn't you bring a sword!

Oscar: I will not kill!

After a crazy battle, the group along with Rock and Benny celebrated their victory at the bar. While the girls, as well as Ren and Oscar was living it up with Revy, Benny and Dutch, at the front bar Jaune and Rock were talking after Rock told him a stories about how his employers sold him out, the hell he endured in his stay Roanaper, Yukio, and his old client Garcia.

{Rock's side}

Jaune: Damn.

Rock: Yeah.

Jaune: Well, you did what you had to.

Rock: But I didn't have to. I should've walk away and not attached. I'm supposed to be the good guy, Jaune. But this city, I feel like it's eating me alive. All these mafia bosses, war criminals and shit... it's all just getting to me. You know.

Jaune: Yeah, I understand, but what are going to do about it? you made the choice to stay and you got live with it. I mean, hearing all the crap you've done, I somewhat envy you.

Rock: What do you mean?

Jaune: When Chang said pull out, you went in. Every time something bad happens you try to be the good guy and make things better. True it fails at times and from the look of this city, you'll have no choice but to throw righteousness away to survive.  But in my opinion, you still at least stand as the hero of the story.

Rock: *laugh* How so!? Come on tell me, how can I, a piece of under burying shit can possible still be a hero to you. The worthless knight, who can barely fight and couldn't save his partner!?

Jaune: Exactly. Most people survive based on luck.  You on the other hand survived not just on what you know but what learn in return. The world's a crazy place, and most of time you don't know where you'll end up. However, you still have control of what you do next. Your still able to keep people alive. You still do your job. You still try to be nice and maintain some level of morality even if it may never be enough or get you killed. So, trust me when I say this, you have done all what you could. Hell, I barely can do anything.

Rock: Shut up. When it comes down to it your friends are as crazy and trigger happy as Revy. They need somebody like you who can keep them alive. Just keep trying to do right by them and for yourself. Trust me, you can talk down to yourself all you want. But it doesn't change the fact that your alive, you made mistakes and you change. Promise you won't go down how I did, because believe me once you go too far in the darkness you may never come back from it. Or at least not be the same person you were before.  

Jaune: Yeah. Plus, that Revy woman, I think you can trust her to help you back up or shoot you down when you have gone too far.

Rock: Really? How come?

Jaune: She talks about you all the time when she's drunk. She saves you even when you deserve to die for being stupid. And finally, she hasn't killed you yet despite the many times you've pissed her off.

Rock: Speaking of women, which one of those lovely ladies is your girlfriend?

Jaune: Funny I was about ask you the same between Revy and the blonde, named, Eda.

Rock: *laughing* To the C.M.F.?

Jaune:  To the C.M.F *Shared a toast with Rock and started drinking*

{Revy Side}

Ruby: So, Revy?

Revy: What is it little red?

Ruby: Are you and Rock dating?

Revy: *cracks glass cup while blushing* W-w-WHAT!? NO!! Of course not. Why the hell would you ask that?

Nora: You look at him a lot.

Blake: You talk to him the most.

Yang: An unlike most, you call him your partner.

Revy: Well yeah cause he's useful. That’s all. Nothing special.

Weiss: Really, cause when you got drunk last time, we asked you about him, you got an attitude and started talking crazy.

Revy: Oh.

Yang: So how-

Revy: We started off at the wrong foot and we're just making up as we go.

Yang: Well that's great and-

Revy: Can't say the same thing for you guys and your friend Jaune, though.

Nora: Pardon?

Revy: I'm just saying, don't think you know everything about your friend, hell I don't think he cares about any of you.

Blake: *angry glare* What makes you say that?

Revy: Well let’s be clear here. Jaune was loser with dreams, he was willing to make those dreams a reality, no matter the price he didn't know he'll have to pay. And guess what, the debt was do and it caused Pyrrha her life.

Yang: Maybe so but-

Revy: And before you all start giving him praise for what he accomplished, let me ask you something. How did he feel afterwards? I mean, losing the only person to ever provide with some sort of love and respect, a family that never believed in once in his life, I say the kid must been a loser for a long time. And if him and his Sapphron were the only two to ever bother to leave the nest, then that proves that the rest of his siblings are just good for nothing nobodies who scared of the world, or just found more meaning in their lives without having to leave the comfort of their home. Face it, like Rock, your friend got something to prove and he's willing to do whatever it takes to prove himself to everyone. Even if it causes him his life and his humanity.

Ruby: No. No, we won't-

Revy: And what are you people going to do? Hold his hand? Give him those morally great speeches of yours? Pathetic. Just like your friend Pyrrha who died a meaningless death for worthless, foolish old man, who could barely do the job he's was given by god himself.

RWBYN: *angry at Revy comment but grows to accept it*

Ren was about to start threatening however Dutch stops him by reestablishing that one shot can turn the bar into a war zone and showing Ren that Revy always has her trigger finger ready. So, Ren does nothing.

Revy: Face it, you guys aren't capable of saving him. But what do I know, I'm no hero nor do I want to be? The only guy I seem to care about is changing and I don't know how he's going to turn out. To think that I might have to shoot him down someday. But fuck it, that’s just of missed up every world is.

Dutch: Wow Revy you changed.

Revy: What?

Benny: You act less bitchy than you were before and now you’re a little more open with others. Rock must have touched your heart.

Revy: Shut up, Benny. *looking red all over her face*

Everyone laughs at her embarrassment.

Revy: Oh, shut the fuck up you cunts! Hm. Anyways which one you are dating that knight in shining armor anyways since you're all worried about him?

Nora: I already got a boyfriend.

Revy: You mean twinkle toes right there. Mr. Emmo.

Nora: You must want to fight.

Revy: Anyone?

RWBY: Nope.

Revy: *makes a call*

Eda: Hey bitch, what do want?

Revy: Hey Eda do you like blondes? Because I got an average looking-

Eda barges in with her short green skirt and pink top shirt on. She looks at Revy, knowing what she wants, Revy points to Jaune with Rock and Eda makes her. She walks with hips swaying from side to side and sit between Rock and Jaune.

Rock: *surprised* Eda, what are doing here? When you did you get here?

Eda: Oh, Rock honey, I’m just taking advantage of my opportunities. *Sees Jaune staring in amazement. She smiles* Say, I heard rumors about you and your blonde friend right here and was wondering if you two would have some-

Revy and Weiss both break their glasses and make their way over.

Revy and Weiss: STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM HIM YOU CUNT!!!

Revy surprised how Weiss and she were in complete sink and while she smug, Weiss was embarrassed.

Revy: Oh, so you like him like that.

Weiss: *grabs Jaune by the arm and pulls him away* EVERYONE! WE ARE LEAVING!

Jaune: But Weiss I finally found someone I can talk!

Weiss: YOU’LL PLENTY OF PEOPLE TO TALK TO ONCE WE GET HOME!!

Jaune: But Weiss- damn it, later Rock. See you someday.

Rock: God speed brother and remember everything I told you.

Jaune: You as well and good luck.

A bright light was opened and just like that the kids disappeared. Back to their universe. Revy and Rock were smiling but Rock, remembering what Jaune said about trust, ask Revy

Rock: Revy?

Revy: What up, partner?

Rock: Let’s say, I things took too far and made an enemy of someone who would want me killed. Will you be there to kill me instead? Even if you were paid to do so, will be there to stop me?

Revy: *smiles but then covers Rocks eyes so he never sees it* Of course. I got you into this, so you’re my responsibility. Partner.

Rock: *smiles* Thanks.

[whumpcollector]

Lucas pt.4: Runaways

Here’s another part ya’lls enjoyment. Hope you like it.

Content Warnings: magical whump, escape attempt, self-sacrifice, magical exhaustion, general violence, violent whumper, noncon touch (nonsexual), unnamed character death, killing, fighting, dehumanization, beating, brief/vague alcohol mention, shackles/restraints, brief knife mention, food mention, forced to perform, blood, vague etemo reference, implied future torture

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Lucas stared at Finch, a mixture of confusion and disbelief on his face. What? Get away from them? What did he mean? Those questions bounced around in his head until he heard Finch call out to him.

“Lucas? You still with me buddy?” Finch asked, his voice laced with concern.

“Oh, yeah. I...I just…” Lucas trailed off, unsure of what he was trying to say. “What...what do you mean get away from them?”

“I mean run away. Be free.”

Lucas continued to stare. Be free? Lucas had always been owned by someone, even before Harold and Devran came along. His earliest memories were of a cold dark room in the cellar of a rich baron he had long since forgotten the name of. 

“I’ve been with my current master for almost six years now. Old bastard has gotten complacent. I’ve figured out where he keeps the key to this thing,” Finch gestured to the collar on his neck before continuing. “I also know this city like the back of my hand. I was planning to escape tonight but the pit fight got scheduled and I’ve been stuck here.” He paused, looking around to make sure no one was eavesdropping. “If you want I can come get you and we can escape together.”

Lucas looked at Finch before speaking softly. “Why...why are you offering to help me? We barely know each other.”

Finch leaned forward before placing a hand on top of Lucas’. “Because I know what you’re going through, what those bastards have done to you. And I know that you don’t deserve it.” 

The two of them looked at each other, understanding and weariness in their eyes. Lucas didn’t know what to say. Thoughts raced through his head before a sudden pain shot up his arms. He looked down and saw the magical pathways in his arms flaring up. Finch noticed too and offered a sympathetic smile, rubbing Lucas’ arms gently to try and ease the pain. 

The younger mage stared down at his hands, at the manacles that almost constantly adorned his wrists and the chafed skin that came with them. He saw the angry red lines that marked the ways magic flowed through his body, nearly burned into his skin from constant overuse and disruption. He remembered the pain and exhaustion he felt when Harold “trained” him after he was purchased. He remembered staring hungrily at full tables while he was left to starve for days. He remembered cold nights in the rain and snow, the magic in his body just keeping him from freezing to death. He remembered lashings and beatings from Harold and Devran, and others he couldn’t recall the faces of. He remembered the pain and humiliation he endured on a daily basis and the many times he wondered simply keeling over and letting oblivion take him was better than continuing to “live” his miserable existence. 

Those memories swirled in his mind like a storm. Every torture, every indiginty, every touch of malice rushed to the front of his mind as if bursting from a dam. For his entire life Lucas had known nothing but suffering, and now this man in front of him, Finch, was offering a way out. Lucas remembered, and he made up his mind.

“What do you need me to do?”

Finch smiled, and for the first time in what may have been his entire life, so did Lucas. 

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    The two mages had been released from the holding cell back to their masters the next morning, and all of them were sitting in a large room in a nearby tavern. Finch’s master, a portly man named William Cantrov, had rented it out so they could celebrate in privacy. Harold, Devran, and William sat around a large table laughing and playing cards while Lucas and Finch sat on the floor next to them. William was a wealthy man and the payout from the fight was great, and everyone enjoyed a constant stream of food and drink. 

That included Lucas and Finch. Harold had decided Lucas earned some proper food and the young mage happily accepted. A small tower of bowls and plates sat next to the boy, licked completely clean of anything resembling food. Lucas was in the process of scarfing down a bowl of beef stew, the warm broth and tender meat tasting like heaven in his mouth. It had been weeks since he had been allowed proper food, and he wasn’t going to squander the opportunity he had now. 

Finch looked at him amused, currently attending to his own plate of roast pork. He could in no way match Lucas’ speed or enthusiasm when it came to eating and was halfway impressed by how much the small boy had managed to consume. 

“Your mage there has quite the appetite. What's that, his third course?” William said with a chuckle.

Harold returned one and nodded. “He sure does. I tend to keep proper food as a reward, incentivize him to perform better ya know? Whenever he does earn it he always makes good use of it.”

William smiled. “Well he is free to eat as much as he is allowed.”

“Long as you’re paying I don’t care. Kid earned it.” Harold reached down and ruffled Lucas’ hair. The boy winced a little, fighting a grimace and trying to focus on his stew.

“He sure did. The fight was quite spectacular wasn’t it?”

“Aye, sure was”

“Indeed. Well let me get to the point. I’m throwing  a little soiree tomorrow, the other nobles of the city want to get a look at Finch and I’m sure they would be delighted if you were to bring along...what’s his name?”

“Lucas”

“Lucas! I’m sure they would love it if you brought young Lucas with you.”

Harold mulled it over for a moment before nodding. “Sure, why not. Never hurts to mingle with nobility, and I assume there will be good drink involved?”

“My friend, wine will flow like water. I promise you that.”

Harold and Devran shot each other an amused look before Harold answered. “How could we say no?”

Devran dealt another hand as the three men continued to talk. None of them noticed the conspiratory smiles Lucas and Finch shared with each other.

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William’s manor sat on the eastern side of the city, close to the city square and market. It was a large building, five stories tall with several wings. Lucas stared up at it in awe. He was rarely allowed into taverns or inns he and his masters would stop at on the road, much less the home of a nobleman. 

He was pulled out of his stupor by Harold who dragged him forward by a chain secured to his shackles. They entered the manor’s front doors with Devran following behind them. As Lucas walked through the doorway one of the guards that flanked the entrance stuck out the shaft of his halberd, tripping the mage and causing him to fall to the floor. Harold tugged pulled Lucas upwards with the chain, choking him slightly before he managed to stand back up. They continued on to the ballroom, Lucas taking in the majesty of the large manor as they walked.

The party was already underway. Nobles mingled freely among themselves while numerous servants attended to their needs. To the side was a large table covered in various foods and drinks. The smell wafted over to the trio and Lucas’ mouth began to water. 

“Mister Harold, Mister Devran, glad to see that you have finally arrived!”

William walked towards them, Finch following a respectful distance behind. The men shook hands while Lucas and Finch waved at each other in greeting. 

“Come, come, I have some people who have been waiting to meet you.”

William led the group towards the middle of the ballroom where a small group of noble lords and ladies had gathered. They talked amongst themselves, laughing and drinking until they noticed the group approaching them.

“Lord William, are these the guests of honor we have been waiting for?” asked one of the nobles. 

“Yes, yes indeed they are. Ladies and gentlemen allow me to introduce you to Harold, Devran, and their mage Lucas.”

Pleasantries were exchanged, with Lucas staying silent and bowing his head. One of the noble ladies cooed, cupping his cheeks and making him look up.

“Oh he is just so adorable, and so well behaved.” The woman squished Lucas’ face like one would a small dog’s. “Look at this little face!”

Lucas himself didn’t know how to react and simply stood there limply while the woman fawned over him. It wasn’t unpleasant, her hands were soft and delicate and it was nice to be touched in a way that didn’t lead to pain. 

“Now Dora, please control yourself,” one of the noblemen said as he removed her hands from Lucas’ face. “We are in polite company after all.”

“Uptight as always I see Arthur, besides I’m sure he didn’t mind.”

Lucas still wasn’t sure how he was expected to act, but decided to speak out quietly. “I didn’t mind at all, really it was fine.”

The woman, Dora, cooed again. “Oh he’s just so polite as well, an absolute doll.” She reached out and grabbed Lucas’ face again, causing Arthur to roll his eyes and put up his hands in mock exasperation. “So you’re a mage isn’t that right sweetie?”

It took Lucas a moment before he realized she was talking to him directly. “Oh um yes, yes I’m a mage.”

“Indeed, just like Finch. I heard you two made quite the stir in the arena yesterday.” Dora gave a dramatic sigh. “Alas I was unable to attend and couldn’t see your skills for myself. I don’t suppose it would be possible for you to give me a little demonstration? Please?”

Lucas was taken aback, pulling himself away from Dora and looking at Harold. The man stepped forward, “I don’t think that's a great idea, while I do have him under control magic is still dangerous and…”

“Oh I don’t think that will be a problem.”

A new voice interrupted Harold and everyone turned to see another small group of three men approaching them. Lucas recognized two of them and his blood ran cold. They were the witch hunters that oversaw the fight yesterday. The boy took a step back, folding into himself slightly and warily eyeing the third man. 

He was obviously another witch hunter, the silver eyepiece and long trench coat giving that away clearly. The man was imposing, standing half a head taller than Harold and clearly well built. A large knife hung at his waist and try as he might, Lucas couldn’t help but stare at it. 

Harold looked towards that man and asked, “You are?”

The man smiled and offered a bow. “Lord Captain Edwin Brauchs. I lead the branch of witch hunters in this city.” He extended his hand towards Harold. “Pleasure to make the acquaintance, Harold if I am correct?”

Harold shook Edwin’ hand nodding, suspicion clear in his eyes.

“Please excuse me for my interruption but I couldn’t help but overhear. I also happened to miss yesterday’s fight, paperwork will be the death of me I swear, and was also curious to see if I could bear witness to your mage’s abilities.”

Edwin stepped forward, grabbing Lucas’ chin and tilting the boy’s head up. Lucas stared up at the man nervously. Every part of his being was telling him to run, but the man’s presence seemed to root him to the floor unable to move a muscle. The witch hunter gazed down at Lucas impassively, no emotion showing in his uncovered eye. They stood like that for a moment, before the man let go and turned to harold.

“I assure you that if he was to get out of control somehow me and my companions would be more than capable of containing him.” 

Harold pondered for a moment before looking at the group of nobles. All of them either wanted to see Lucas’ magic or didn’t care either way, and after another moment he acquiesced. “Well if you insist.”

Harold walked over to Lucas, pulling the key from his belt and undoing the shackles around Lucas’ wrists. There was a very clear unspoken threat in Harold’s eyes. Mess this up, and you’ll regret ever being born.

Lucas flexed his hands, letting the magic flow freely before trying to channel it. He was nervous, but putting on shows was what he was good at. All he needed to do was move some fire around and he’d be fine. The mage took a deep breath and began to channel the magic into his fingers. The familiar burning sensation spread across his hand and soon enough a small flame manifested bove his palm.

The nobles surrounding him let out small noises of surprise and admiration. Dora let out a loud “ooooooo” and stepped forward to look at it closer. Lucas ignored them, focusing on the fire in his hands. He swirled it around slowly, creating small trails of flame in the air.  The small crowd was impressed, and Lucas began to let the magic fade away. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain, and for a moment his magic flared up. 

Lucas heard a scream before being slammed to the ground, hard. He looked back, dazed, only to freeze. The witch hunter captain was kneeling on top of his back, pinning his arms behind him and pointing a silver tipped knife at his face. The other hunters flanked his sides, pointing hand crossbows they had pulled from somewhere in his direction, waiting for a single sudden movement. 

The screaming Lucas heard continued and he looked up to see Dora clutching her face, crouched low to the ground and wailing like a banshee. She must have gotten too close to the fire when it flared up and gotten burned, badly if her reaction was anything to go by. Lucas felt his blood run cold. If the witch hunters didn’t kill him on the spot he could only imagine what Harold would do to him.

“The shackles, hand them over.” The sharp voice of Edwin cut through Lucas’ throughts and he looked back to see Edwin reaching out a hand to Harold. His master was absolutely furious, an ice cold rage that Lucas had never seen before in the man’s eyes. He handed the shackled over to Edwin silently, his gaze never leaving the mage’s own terrified visage.

Edwin took the shackles and secured them to Lucas’ wrists, binding the mage’s hands behind his back. One he was certain they were secure he stood up, pulling Lucas up with him. The witch hunter captain studied Lucas intently. The mage tried to shrink into himself, terrified at what the captain might do.

“Seems like it was a sudden magical flare,” Edwin stated matter-of-factly. He turned to face Harold, “I assumed your mage had better control over himself.”

Harold spoke through gritted teeth, “So did I.”

Edwin nodded and handed Lucas over to his master before turning to the wounded noblewoman. “Lady Dora please let me take a look at it, I might be able to alleviate the damage.”

Harold grabbed onto Lucas’ arm like a vice and dragged him to one of the doorways leading out of the ballroom. Everyone in the room was staring at them and the mage searched desperately for anyone who might offer salvation. His eyes landed on Finch, who could only look at him with a mixture of sorrow and frustration. Lucas just managed to see him mouth the words ‘I’m sorry’ before he was pulled into a hallway and the doors closed. 

“M-mas-”

“SHUT UP YOU FUCKING RAT!”

The man roared angrily as he slammed his fist into Lucas’ face, breaking the boy’s still tender nose and sending blood spraying down his face. Lucas stumbled backwards, bumping to the wall and sliding down into a sitting position.

“Please it was a-”

“I SAID SHUT UP!”

Harold sent a hard kick towards Lucas’ head. With his arms bound he couldn’t try to defend himself and was sent sprawling to the floor, his right cheekbone shattered. Harold continued his assault, slamming his heel into the mage's stomach and causing him to spit up blood and bile. Lucas tried to curl in on himself, tucking his head into his chest as best he could as Harold sent another kick towards his abdomen. Lucas’ ribs shattered and more blood spilled from his mouth, forming a pool next to his head.

“I have been too fucking nice to you, you worthless piece of shit!” He slammed his foot onto Lucas’ left knee, breaking the cap and causing the mage to cry out. “Every single time you fuck up I give you another chance and every single time you FUCK UP AGAIN!”

Harold turned Lucas over onto his stomach and straddled him. He grabbed the mage’s right ring finger and pulled it backwards, breaking it with a sickening crack. Lucas let out a scream that devolved into a hoarse sob, tears falling freely from his eyes. 

“I have been fair, no, MORE than fair with you,” he broke another finger. “I’ve always rewarded you when you’ve earned it, always forgiven you when you’ve failed.”

Harold broke a third finger.

“And EVERY!”

Then a fourth.

“SINGLE!”

A fifth.

“TIME!”

A sixth

“You’ve never learned! You always find a way to embarrass me, always find a way to ruin things!”

Harold stood up, looming over Lucas' quivering form. The mage could only sob and shudder, waiting for what was to come next. He could already feel his magic trying to mend his wounds, agonizingly snapping bones back together and preventing him from falling to unconsciousness. He wanted to beg, to cry and plead for mercy. He knew it wouldn’t do anything but anger his master further. 

“I always told myself things would change, that you’d eventually learn your fucking place. I guess that makes me the idiot huh?”

Another hard stomp, this time aimed at Lucas’ right leg. Another loud crack, another hoarse scream.

“Erm...excuse me.”

Lucas and Harold both turned to the new voice. William was approaching them cautiously, Finch and two armed guards following behind him. 

“Lord William, what can I help you with?” asked Harold as he attempted to regain his composure. 

William fidgeted with his hands nervously, looking off to the side before turning back to the seething man. “Well...you see...your um...actions...have been audible to the entire ballroom and some of the guests are getting a little…uncomfortable.”

Harold blanched at that, anger and embarrassment fighting for dominance on his face. “My, my apologies.”

William offered him a tight smile. “Listen mister Harold, why don’t you leave this...business…for later and come back to enjoying the party? There is still plenty of food and drink left.”

Harold took a deep breath and nodded, before casting another glance at the bloodied mage on the floor. “Where should I put him.”

“Oh, there is a wine cellar you could leave him in. The doors lock from the outside so he won’t be going anywhere. One of my guards can take you there.”

Harold nodded again and walked over to Lucas, pulling him up roughly and dragging him forward. “Lead the way.”

William smiled and gestured for Harold to follow one of the guards behind him. The guard turned towards another hallway and Harold followed behind. The man dragged Lucas with him, bumping past Finch who managed to briefly brush Lucas’ fingers with his own. The young mage looked back, and saw Finch looking back with pain, fury, and sympathy clear in his eyes. The comfort was small, but it was enough to lift Lucas’ spirits by the smallest of increments. 

The trio continued down the hallway. Lucas was forced to hobble on his broken legs as Harold and the guard kept a swift and unrelenting pace. Small cries and gasps of pain escaped Lucas' lips, despite the mage’s best efforts. Thankfully Harold seemed to have cooled down slightly, and didn’t reprimand the boy for the sounds he made. After an excruciating five minutes the guard stopped at a doorway.

“Right down there sir, I’ll lock the door when you come out.”

Harold huffed and opened the door, pulling Lucas into a dark stairway and throwing him roughly to the floor.

“We’re not done yet.”

With that the man turned around, closing the door and leaving Lucas in near pitch darkness. The mage lay on the floor, breathing shallowly as he heard the door lock and two pairs of footsteps fade away slowly. Everything hurt, his face was sticky with blood and every breath was a painful effort. As if on cue the mgic in his body kicked in, slowly and agonizingly beginning to undo the damage Lucas had suffered. 

Minutes passed and Lucas began to shiver. The cellar was unbearably cold, and the frigid air added yet another layer of discomfort to his already haggard condition. Finally, after what felt like forever, the boy felt himself begin to fade away. With one last shuddering breath he let himself slip into merciful unconsciousness.

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Lucas felt himself being shaken lightly, a dense fog of grogginess lingering over him as he was pulled back into the living world.

“...ucas...Lucas can you hear me?”

The young mage shook his head slightly to clear his mind, and turned to see a concerned Finch crouching over him. The older mage was lightly shaking Lucas’s shoulder trying to rouse him back into full awareness.

“Lucas, come on buddy are you with me?”

With one last shake of his head Lucas managed to bring himself to focus. “F-Finch? What are you doing here?”

“Getting us out of here. Managed to snag the key to your shackles when that bastard bumped into me. You’re not spending another fucking minute with that monster if I have any say in it. Can you walk?”

Finch undid Lucas’ shackles and helped him to his feet. The younger mage took a moment to steady himself. “I-I think so.”

“Good, now come on we have to go.”

Lucas took a few tentative steps. His legs were sore but he could definitely walk and run as needed. He nodded towards Finch and the older mage nodded back before taking Lucas’ hand and pulling him forwards. The duo made their way up the stairs and out of the cellar. The hallway was empty and Finch guided Lucas through the manor, moving from one corridor to the next without stopping. 

The pair didn’t run into a single guard. Whatever Finch’s plan was it was clearly well thought out. In what seemed like no time they had made their way out of the manor into what looked like a pleasure garden. Tall hedges lined the perimeter of the property and Lucas had no clue where they were. Finch, on the other hand, knew exactly where they needed to go and continued to guide Lucas through the garden and off of the property. 

Soon enough they were back in the city proper. The older mage led them down an array of alleyways and side streets almost instinctively. Lucas couldn’t help but wonder how long Finch had planned this escape, it almost seemed too easy. 

Just as Lucas finished the thought the two turned a corner and found themselves face to face with a pair of city watchmen. The two groups stared at each other before one of the watchmen’s face lit up with recognition

“Hey! Aren’t you Lord Wil-”

His question was cut off as three razor sharp shards of ice pierced his throat, reducing his words to pained gurgles. He fell to the floor, a look of surprise frozen on his face as he bled out. The other guard stood there stunned, before snapping out of his stupor and reaching for the sword on his belt. 

Finch acted faster, rushing forward and forming a blade of ice over his right hand. The watchman had barely drawn his sword when the ice mage was upon him, swinging the blade directly towards the guard’s neck. The man barely dodged out of the way, leaping to the side and swinging his sword in an overhead arc towards Finch. The ice mage caught the man’s arm, and a film of ice began to creep up from the guard’s wrist. The guard’s arm was quickly encased in ice, and with a grunt Finch slammed the arm into a wall. The guard’s arm shattered and his scream of agony was quickly cut short when Finch made a quick slash across his throat, blood spraying from the wound as the guard slid slowly to the floor. 

Lucas stared at Finch with a mix of awe of fear. The whole encounter lasted less than thirty seconds, and Finch had killed two armed guards like it was nothing. He thought back to their fight in the pit and the slow clumsy attacks Finch and sent his way. It was true, if Finch had wanted Lucas dead he wouldn’t have stood a chance. 

The second guard had barely finished sliding down the wall when the two mages heard commotion coming from the direction of the manor and a loud bell ringing. 

“Fuck, they must have noticed we’re gone. We need to move. Now!”

With that Finch stood and began to run down another alleyway, Lucas following not too far behind. More shouts could be heard from all around them, and more than once Finch had to quickly pull Lucas behind a stack of crates or into an abandoned building to doge patrolling watchmen. Their grace period was long over and the window they had to escape was rapidly closing shut. After a few more minutes Finch stopped and gestured for Lucas to follow him into a side alley. 

“Ok, we’re coming up on the hard part now. We need to cross the main city street. We’re far away from the central square and market, so we shouldn’t be exposed for too long, but you still need to be careful. Once we’re across, keep following me, I'll get us through the city walls and into the surrounding forest. Once we’re out of here you run like Malfegor himself is chasing you and you don’t stop. Once we’re deep enough into the forest we should be able to lose them and we’re home free. You ready?”

Lucas nodded, determination building in his chest. They were going to do this. 

“Okay, follow my lead.”

The duo crept out of the alleyway and towards the main street. They looked around, ducking back quickly as a guard patrol made its way past them. Thankfully they went unnoticed, and after a minute of waiting Finch nodded and the two broke out into a sprint. The street was only fifty feet across and the two mages covered the distance quickly. As they were about to duck into another side street a loud whistle pierced the air. Finch barely had time to duck before a crossbow bolt embedded itself in the wall right where his head had been. Lucas looked back, and his blood ran cold. A dozen silver masks glowed in the moonlight, all of the wearers armed with crossbows and shortswords. The witch hunters were active, and they had found them.

Lucas was pulled out of his shock when Finch grabbed his wrist. He looked back and saw Finch, for the first time, look truly afraid.

“Run. RUN!”

More bolts whistled through the air and Finch quickly threw up a wall of ice to block them before turning and sprinting away. Lucas followed, fear and adrenaline fueling their mad dash through the city. Any pretense of stealth had been lost, and soon enough guards were closing in on them like flies on a corpse. Finch wielded his magic with reckless abandon, flinging ice magic in all directions in order to keep the encroaching guards away.  

Angry shouts and the barking of warhounds filled the air, spurring Lucas to push past his mounting fatigue. Every step was getting harder and his lungs were screaming for air. Still, the prospect of getting caught kept him moving. The city walls finally came into sight, and Lucas began to believe that they really just might do this.

Finch didn’t slow down as they neared the walls. Instead he simply extended his arm forwards and shot out a beam of near pure arcane energy from his palm. The wall in front of them became encased in ice and as the pair of mages reached the well Finch drew his arm back and sent a haymaker punch flying into the wall. The wall exploded outwards, chunks of stone and shards of ice shooting in all directions. The two mages could see the forest in front of them, and one last burst of energy pushed them forwards faster than ever before.

Lucas and Finch crossed the fields directly outside the wall and broke through the tree line. The shouts from the city grew distant and Lucas almost felt himself laugh. They had done it, the-

“AAGHHHHHHH”

With a piercing cry Lucas fell to the forest floor, red hot pain searing up his right leg. Finch stopped and looked back towards Lucas, and both their eyes found the source. A large, rusted, bear trap had clamped itself onto Lucas’ right ankle. 

“No! Shit!”

Finch rushed towards Lucas, grabbing the jaws of the trap and trying to pull them apart. 

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK! Lucas, help me get this off of you.”

Lucas himself wasn’t focused on the trap, and instead was staring back at the city. The shouts and barks that had seemed so distant all but a few moments ago were closing in fast. Their window had closed, and there was only one thing they could do.

“Finch…”

“Once we get this off I can freeze the wound over.”

“Finch…”

“It’ll hurt but we’re close, we won’t need to make i-”

“FINCH!”

The older mage looked up, his eyes meeting Lucas’. The younger mage saw that Finch knew what was happening, but he also wasn’t willing to accept it. Not yet.

“You need to leave me.” Those words hurt Lucas more than any beating ever had, but they needed to be said.

Finch shook his head. “No. NO! I am NOT leaving you!”

“We’re out of time,” Lucas reathed past the mourning pain and anguish building in his heart. “It won’t be long until they catch us. You need to go, now.”

“We can still run, we ca-”

“Finch! I can barely walk as I am. I’ll only slow you down. If you take me we’ll both get caught. You know that.”

Finch looked around them as if searching in vain for a better solution to manifest itself. “We...we can fight them off. We’re mages we…”

“Finch, look at yourself.” The older mage’s hands were shaking, and his arms were covered in bright blue lines. Clear signs of magical exhaustion. “If you try and cast any more magic you’ll collapse and I’m still dry from my body healing me earlier.”

Finch looked back at Lucas, tears and desperation spilling from his eyes as it became clear there were no other options.

“Go, be free. I’ll be okay.”

It was the boldest face lie Lucas had ever told, and they both knew it. Finch took a shuddering breath and lunged forwards, pulling Lucas into a tight hug. Their embrace was cut all too short as another round of shouts pierced the air, and the older mage stood up. Finch looked down at Lucas, a new kind of determination lining his face.

“I’ll come back for you. When everything’s blown over I'll find you and I'll get you out. If it means I have to kill everyone on this fucking continent I’ll get you out. I swear.”

Lucas gave a small smile. “Go.”

Finch let out a sigh. “I’m so sorry Lucas.”

The man began to walk away but Lucas called out to him, there was one last thing he needed to say.

“Finch, wait!”

The ice mage turned back, and their eyes met one last time.

“Thank you Finch, for everything.”

The man stared back at him, a million different replies shooting through his mind. In the end he only closed his eyes and said one last, “I'm sorry.”

With that he turned and ran, and Lucas watched the one person he had ever called a friend disappear into the forest. All alone Lucas could only wait and hiss in pain as his focus was turned back to the trap around his leg. It didn’t take long for the men that had been hunting them to catch up, and soon enough Lucas found himself facing a dozen witch hunters and their crossbows. 

Edwin pushed his way past the crowd and loomed over Lucas. His face was impassive but an aura of hatred emanated from his body.

“Where is the other?”

Lucas said nothing and stared the witch hunter captain in the face. He was terrified to his core, but nothing they could do would make him betray Finch. The captain seemed to understand this, and turned back to the search party with a snarl.

“Spread out and find the other one, now!”

The witch hunters departed without gestation, their warhounds barking and snarling as they looked for a scent to follow. Edwin turned back to Lucas, and the boy felt what little bravery he had been able to muster wither into nothingness under the man’s gaze.

“We may not find your friend, but we have you. And when we are done with you, you’ll wish that trap had closed around your neck.”

Without another word the captain slammed his boot into Lucas’ head, and the mage fell to the ground unconscious.

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[egalitarian-tomboy]

Vindicated & It Feels Great

In my last post regarding the IDW Sonic series, I said that Knuckles was going to be playing a part in the climax of this arc. Considering the following facts: 

1. Eggman has all 7 Chaos Emeralds. From the very beginning of Starline and Eggman’s partnership, he offers them as his token of dedication. In story writing, “Chekhov’s Gun”, is a phrase used to describe how every element introduced in the story should contribute TO THE STORY. The Chaos Emeralds have always been a huge factor in the Sonic universe in both the games & in the Sonic X series. The power of those Chaos Emeralds makes it possible for Sonic to transform into Super Sonic and Shadow into Super Shadow. Knuckles is also guarding the Master Emerald and the Master Emerald controls the Chaos Emeralds. I’m sure you’re familiar with Tikal’s most famous quote: “The 7 Emeralds are the servers. Chaos is power, enriched by the heart. The controller serves to unify the chaos.” She literally spells it out that Knuckles has the power to control not only the Master Emerald but the other 7 Chaos Emeralds by proxy. Meaning that if Tails is going to whip up a cure for the Metal Virus, that means that they’re going to need to get back the Emeralds from Eggman. Or at this point, Starline. 

2. Knuckles had been purposefully left out of most of the arc after his battle with Metal Sonic in order to bring him back to help the others in their time of need. Again, “Chekhov’s Gun” is at play here and it’s important to note that Angel Island wouldn’t be infected by the rest of the Metal Virus right away due to the fact that it’s in the fucking sky. Also Knuckles is the only one who’ll be able to help Tails whip up a cure because he’ll need to be the one to channel that energy into whatever form Tails will need to create for the cure. Liquid or otherwise. 

Also this arc just proves how tight the fucking writing is. It’s so good! Like I don’t give a fuck if you call me a IDW fangirl or some shit but the writing being done right now in the IDW series is 1000x better than anything Archie had put out for Sonic in it’s entire run. Fight me. 

For fans to understand what the fuck is going on if they’re not getting my point, you need to go back to the very beginning of the series and re-read everything up until this latest issue. Because everything from the beginning had a reason for happening. 

Sonic letting Metal go? Metal Sonic triggered Eggman’s memories to return and thus brought back Eggman to the forefront as the main antagonist. 

Dr. Starline idolizing and bantering with Eggman as they develop the virus? It ultimately causes him to lose that idol filter he saw Eggman through. Because even though he was everything he thought he’d be and more, he didn’t realize that Eggman would also be a beast of a different nature from his own. 

Amy leading the restoration? Without her, most of the population wouldn’t have someone to turn to for answers and orders. Amy was the secretary during the Sonic Forces war and she helped Knuckles recruit new members. She has already had experience in a situation like this that allows her to mediate her own feelings. 

Tangle and Whisper’s solo adventure? That adventure came back into play when Tangle sacrificed herself to save the others and she knew Whisper would be heartbroken after losing another friend. It makes Whisper’s breakdown all the more heart wrenching and powerful because we know that she has already lost everything once. THERE WAS A REASON FOR THE SIDE QUEST! 

Shadow “Not acting like himself”? Shadow had every fucking reason to be angry and to defy Sonic in their confrontation. He wanted to kill Eggman before it was too late and he’d do something else that would cause Sonic to suffer. And guess the fuck what? Sonic got infected with the Metal Virus and Shadow had every fucking right to say “I FUCKING TOLD YOU SO.” SEGA not allowing him to release his full power in order to stay safe also makes sense if Tails is supposed to make a cure that restored everyone back to normal. If he released his full power he would’ve killed those innocent victims who got infected. So no, I disagree with ya’ll who say that the characters are “OOC” in this new series because it’s been some of the most in character shit we’ve gotten out of the Sonic franchise in a long fucking time. Thank God SEGA is a part of this because otherwise we might have another case of Archie on our hands. 

If you couldn’t tell, I’m not a Archie fan. 

There is a reason for everything that is happening in the series. You only have to pay attention to the details and everything that is said between the characters in order to understand it. Read it from the beginning again if you have to, but everything up til this point has been solid. 

This is what happens when you actually have active oversight from the creators who made these characters overlook everything. They’re able to say what is in and not in character. Whether or not you’re a fan of things actually being in character is your thing, I’m personally happy that Sonic is actually telling good stories now. 

IDW is doing great. 

Ian Flynn is doing great. 

And SEGA deserves way more credit for their involvement then people are giving them. 

[roachspraee]

Heroes Can’t Fall In Love

Into the Spiderverse: Miles Morales X Reader Fanfiction

Welcome to my first tumblr post EVER. I can’t guarantee that it’ll be any good, but I can guarantee that I did in fact, had a lot of fun writing this! I hope ya’ll enjoy~(｡��‿‿◕｡)

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"I think…I think I love them."

"Don't be demented Miles, you're a hero. Heroes can't fall in love."

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A long, frustrated sigh escaped your lips while you looked at the concrete floor, walking passed buildings and people. It was a cloudy night, pretty chilly too. You hugged yourself tighter in attempts to heat yourself up, you didn't think the cold would phase you too much.

But the cold didn't really bother you. It didn't bother you because you were deep in thought, and a certain someone was on your mind. You blinked your eyes rapidly, trying to make the coldness in your eyes fade away, only for it to fail.

Miles, a good friend of yours has been rather distant for the past few months, and you had no idea why. Not the slightest clue. And if you were going to be honest with yourself, it concerned you.

And it hurt.

Because every time you tried to talk or approach him, he'd respond with short answers or avoid you. And it hurt you. Because you didn't know what you did wrong. And you have had about enough.

You were going to get through to him once and for all.

You missed him. You missed spending time with him. You missed his smile, his laughter and the conversations you'd have. Whatever you did, you want to make it up to him. You weren't too sure where you went wrong, though.

But that didn’t matter, you just wanted your friend back.

You checked your phone with a shaky hand, it was 9 o' clock. You knew you weren't supposed to leave your dorms passed 6 PM, but you had to get your mind off school…and Miles.

Quickly, you ran back to campus, almost flying over the steps leading up to where the boy's dorms were. It was late, but this was the perfect time to confront Miles, at least...that's what you thought.

You made it to the front of his door with your heart thrumming violently against your ribcage. You raised your fist, about to knock on his door but you stopped. What if he just brushes you off like he does every day? You would've wasted your time.

You shook your head. No. You must talk to him. He's your friend. Your heart longs to see him, so just give it what it wants.

A loud series of knocks filled the halls, the wood against your knuckles were cold. You stopped, waiting for a response.

Nothing.

You sighed, looking at your feet in disappointment, "I know you're in there Miles. Please answer the door."

Slight shuffling was audible on the other side of the wooden door. Yup, he was definitely in there.

But he refused to answer.

"C'mon Miles! Talk to me. I miss you. Can we just talk this out?" Your voice was shaky, was this even a good idea?

Then you heard mumbling. You pressed your ear against the door and concentrated on the conversation. He was talking with his roommate, but you could barely understand what they were saying.

"I think you should talk to them dude."

That was the only clear thing you could pick up with your ears. After a few split seconds, you heard a loud sigh with footsteps following soon after. A gasp escaped your lips as you jumped back just in time for the door to open, revealing a very pissed off Miles. But you could see the nervousness in his eyes.

"What do you want." It was more of a statement rather than a question. You were taken aback by the sudden rude tone of his usual kind, soft voice. Sweat started to form under your brows. You swallowed a thick ball of saliva before speaking,

"W-why have you been avoiding me Miles? Is something the matter?" There was a pause, and you saw Miles break the eye contact with you, looking away only to meet your gaze again. He shrugged, "Nope."

Nope? Was that all he had to say? You were beginning to get frustrated with his short replies.

"Then why haven’t you been talking to me? Did I do something wrong?" Miles let out a breath to your response.

"It's late, you should head back to your dorm y/n." He turned back, grabbing the door to close it behind him, but your hand stopped him. He turned back to you with a look of annoyance planted onto his, quite handsome, face, "Can't you take a damn hint? I don't wanna talk to you."

Those words made you flinch. You knew that, you knew that for a while now. But it hurt hearing him say it out loud. You wanted an explanation.

"Why!? What did I do to make you so angry with me? Stop avoiding me and tell me what I did wrong dammit!" You yelled angrily. His eyes suddenly widened and he stopped.

"Fuck." He growled, then unexpectedly ran passed you and sprinted down the hall, leaving his door swinging open. You were puzzled and concerned, why did he just run off?

You found yourself running after him, hearing Miles' roommate yell 'Follow him' from across the hall. You decided not to yell back, worried that you'd disturb the other kids sleeping in their dorms, but you took his words to heart.

The feeling of your legs and feet throbbing was overwhelming you, you hadn't ran this fast in a while. But Miles was getting further and further away, you could barely see him through all the darkness. Not even the street lights were enough to see where you properly placing your steps.

You saw Miles make a sharp turn into an alleyway. Something told you proceeding wasn't a good idea, but you ignored the smart part of your brain. The sound of your blood pumping into your ears was all you could hear. You were sprinting so fast you could barely feel the ground beneath your feet.

You suddenly tripped over something, and before you knew it, your face came in contact with the ground. The impact itself hurt like hell, but the sheer pain that came after was almost unbearable.

"Shit," You hissed, feeling warm liquid drip down your face. You brought you fingers up against your forehead, bringing them back into your field of vision only to see blood cover them. You ignored your injury, slowly got up, and continued your way down the alleyway.

You came into an open area, only to have your eyes widen at the sight of Spiderman fighting a large looking man with a weapon you've never seen before. He had pale skin, and odd symbols tattooed onto his skin. He chuckled, firing a strange substance from his weapon, aiming at Spiderman.

"I've been wanting to fight you for a while now, kid." The villain said lowly, watching Spiderman's every move. His eyes were like daggers, and his grin had nothing but pure insanity behind it.

"Really? Cause I've never heard of you buddy." Spiderman said, swinging from wall to wall, grabbing objects and throwing them at the man. He shot them all down with his weapon, "Must be a fan, huh?"

"You have some nerve defeating King Pin like that. I'm just here to pay him a favor." He picked up a large piece of broken wall, and chucked it at the hero. Spiderman moved out of the way and shrugged casually, "I was just doin' my job. Someone's gotta protect the people of Brooklyn."

His voice sounded familiar. Almost like you've heard it before. You were surprised the two men haven't notice you, after all, you're standing in the open. You watched in awe as the hero and the villain fought. You've only ever seen this in movies and comics. But you never expected to see Spiderman this up close before.

Your mind went blank when you realized the man looked over at you. Complete and utter fear took over, and you froze, unable to move a single muscle.

"What have we got here?" Sweat started to drip down your back, despite the cold. The look of his piercing eyes paralyzed you, like a deer caught in headlights.

"Looks like someone wanted to join the party." He aimed his weapon towards you and the next second an unknown substance surrounded your form. Your body felt tight and numb, you could barely breathe. Sharp stabs of pain shot all throughout your body and you screamed. The pain was nothing like you felt before. You were going to die if you didn’t escape.

Your mind became blurry, spots of black filled your vision. You were slipping in and out of consciousness.

You looked over to Spiderman, and he was yelling out your name. Confusion laced your heart, and pain was all you could feel. How did he know your name?

Then his mask was off, and then you saw it.

Miles.

You were in Spiderman's arms when you opened your eyes, he was flying. You were flying. And another second you were on the ground in another dimly lit alleyway, the only thing lighting it up was the apartments above.

"y/n??" Your mind became clear, and you met with the eyes of Miles Morales. You felt his hands grip onto your shoulders tightly, "Are you okay?" Your eyes widened in shock, the sudden realization that Spiderman was in fact, Miles this whole time made you shiver in his presence.

You pushed him away with widened eyes, "M-Miles? You're Spiderman!?" Miles' eyes narrowed into a glare with anger in his eyes. His brows lowered and his lips turned into a scowl, "Why the hell did you follow me y/n!? You could have DIED!"

"Why would you care if I died huh?!" You yelled back, your hands clenched into fists.

"Because I do! You're my friend y/n-"

"Bullshit! You don't give a fuck about me!" You spat, your eyes became blurry as you screamed, "You never did! So stop wasting your meaningless words on me!" Miles' eyes widened, his fake glare vanishing into a look of hurt.

But you didn't stop. You were going to make him feel the pain you've been feeling for months.

"I knew you didn’t like me the moment we made eye contact! I knew you have been using me! What am I to you, huh? Just a tool? A toy!? A little friend you can use when you're bored, than toss aside when you're done!?" Tears rolled down your face. Your heart began to ache, begging for you to stop.

Pain and sadness swirled within his beautiful brown orbs, and it hurt you. You were hurting him.

"You're an idiot! I hate you Miles! I-mmph!"

Miles slammed his lips against yours, in a needy, greedy kiss. His soft lips molded perfectly with yours, and you made no attempts to pull away. Your hands traveled up his face and into his fluffy hair. His hand cupped your cheek while the other griped your waist, pulling you closer to him. His body was hot against yours, your chest was pressed against his and his hands was sweet and gentle to the touch.

You knew you wanted this. You've wanted to kiss his lips, and to feel him for so long. Is this real?

You pulled away when your lungs threatened for air. Yup, this is real alright. Miles pressed his forehead against yours, his hot breath against your face as he smiled sweetly at you. The look of pure love and warmth replaced the sad, hurt in his eyes.

Guilt suddenly overcame you, and you looked away, ashamed that you had said such horrible things to someone you cared deeply for.

"I'm sorry." You said honestly, sorrow and regret filling your heart. Miles lifted your chin so you could meet his eyes, "Don't be. I deserved it. All of it. I was being a dick and I shouldn't have." He frowned.

"But why? Did I do something?" You asked, begging to know why he acted so distant and cold to you.

"I-" He stopped himself and looked away, "No, it wasn't you. Of course it wasn't you. It was me. I avoided you because…" He sighed and looked back at you with a look of shame and embarrassment, "I started to grow feelings towards you y/n. But I was scared. I was scared that if you dated a hero, you'd be put in a lot more danger." Tears started to form in his eyes, "Like t-today…you got so hurt." He looked at the cut in your forehead, gently caressing it with his finger.

"But it wasn't your fault Miles. It was mine. I decided to follow you. I decided to take the risk, not you." You said, wiping away his tears with your thumbs. You held his face in your hands, but despite the freezing cold of winter in Brooklyn, his cheeks were warm.

He shook his head, "You still got hurt because of me. I…" You leaned in to kiss him, but he gently pressed his hands against your chest and pushed you away, "I can't." He said, his voice cracked, it sounded so broken.

"I can't be with you." He said. Hurt, once again, was all you could feel. Your heart throbbed in pain, you gave him a look of pure disbelieve, "What?" Shock layered your voice.

You took a step towards him, "Yes you can Miles. We can be together. You said you had feelings for me…I don't understand." He didn’t look you in the eyes. More tears fell down his face, a shaky breath escaped his soft lips before he spoke,

"Heroes can't fall in love y/n. I can't be distracted with love when I have a whole city to protect."

"Who ever said heroes can't fall in love? Miles, Peter had Mary Jane-"

"And where's Peter?" Miles interrupted, his voice suddenly went dark. You went silent, your eyes widened with your mouth slightly agape.

Miles sighed, "That's what I thought." He turned to leave, but you wrapped your arms around his torso and hugged him from behind. You buried your face into his back, tears falling like waterfalls from your eyes.

"Please Miles! Don't do this. I know you want me! You know I want you too." You sobbed, hugging him close to you.

You felt Miles' body become stiff, then you heard him quietly gasp, like he was trying so desperately to hold back his tears from falling anymore.

"I lost my uncle. I can't lose you too," His voice was hoarse, like a cry from the brokenhearted just yearning to heal.

"Heroes can't fall in love." He repeats. Your body shakes with sadness and frustration, "You're wrong! Who told you that Miles? Who's keeping you from being mine!?" You cried into his Spiderman suit, not intending to let go anytime soon.

Silence filled the air, and the only thing you could hear was Miles' quiet sobs. It hurt you beyond what words can explain. You loved Miles. You knew you loved him.

"When the other Spider heroes from the other dimensions came into this universe, I had a one on one conversation with Noir…"

~Mini flashback~

"Ey kid," Noir greeted Miles with a small punch to the shoulder, "What'cha doin'?" The teen looked over to him with a small smile, "Hey Noir. Nothing much, just thinking."

"Thinking about what son?" Noir sat down beside Miles on the edge of a building, looking over the yellow sunset. Miles paused before quietly mumbling, "someone…"

Noir chuckled, shaking Miles by his shoulder, "Who?" Miles could hear the smug smirk on Noir's lips, his face began to heat up.

"What's their name?" Noir asked lightly, removing his hand from the boy's shoulder and leaned back, watching a bird fly past them.

"y/n."

Noir looked over to his young male counterpart. He could see the look on the young boy's face when he thought about the person he loved.

The older, wiser man sighed, placing his hand on Miles' shoulder again. Morales turned to look at Noir, a look of curiosity in his eyes.

"What do you feel about them?" Miles' was taken aback by the sudden question. He switched his gaze from his friend to his hands, "Well…they’re beautiful. They’re kind, and funny, and they’re always there for me when I need them the most. They help me when I'm struggling, and they never fail to make me smile."

“I love it when they ramble about what they wanna do in the future. How they wanna travel the world, how they wanna see the wonders of this planet. How they want to fall in love and start a family...” Miles had a look of adoration in his eyes, his lips turned upwards into a happy smile.

Noir waited for what Miles' was going to say next. He knew. He knew the exact words that were going to slip past his lips.

"I think…I think I love them." Miles said hesitantly. But Noir knew he meant it. The poor boy was helplessly in love.

"Don't be demented Miles, you're a hero. Heroes can't fall in love."

That was his harsh reality. And the look of pure confusion and heartbreak in Miles' eyes said it all.

He's helpless.

~End of flashback~

You stood in front of Miles', your eyes burning from the amount of tears that escaped your lids. Miles' was crying, and the things he was saying was incoherent. You held him in your arms, letting his tears soak your shirt.

"Noir gave you the wrong advice Miles.” You said, gently grabbing his face so he could look into your eyes, "You worry too much about what could happen, but you're not focusing on what you want to happen. I won't get hurt, and I won't die. Not if you're here to protect me." You said softly, kissing his tears away.

Miles' stuttered, "H-how do I know that? How do I know you won't get hurt because of me?" He wept. You gave him a warm smile, rubbing his back with one hand and stroking his cheek with the other, "You're gonna need to trust me Miles'. Peter died for the sake of Brooklyn, he died for his wife. He loved her, and he still does." You pressed your forehead against his, closing your eyes.

"And now you're here, taking his place. You can't let danger come in-between our love Miles. We're too strong for that." You brushed your lips against his, slowly bringing him into another warm passionate kiss.

"I love you y/n." Miles grinned, pressing kisses along your jawline,

You giggled, "I love you too Miles."

[oh-goldeneyes]

CNCO comforting their s/o after fans are harsh on them

Requested? Yes! By @prettyboypimentel

(I thought this was a great idea btw)

Warning: none ?

Christopher

- probably started happening recently

- like a week or two now

- you don't really pay attention to them tbh

- you knew this was going to happen when you agreed to go out with Chris

- so you were fine with it

- -until Chris said something reallyyy dumb

- you'd be on the couch together watch a movie one night

- when the girl on the screen is seen cheating on her husband with another guy

- Chris kinda laughs and goes " damn she should stay with that one he's WAAY hotter just saying"

- you got reminded of all the messages saying Chris was probably cheating on you with someone else since he was a bit of a mujeriego

- you got really quite all of a sudden

- Chris looked over at you like "Estás bien, bebé?"

- you just smiled before rushing upstairs to your shared room saying you weren't feeling good

- you could hear his footsteps behind you so you quickly rushed into the bathroom

- he started calling out for you from the other side but all you could focus on was your phone which was now full of those messages

- Chris was knocking softly on the door begging for you to talk to him

- I can practically hear his heart shattering when you walk out with red eyes and a tear stained face

- "ay bebé, please tell me what's wrong it kills me to see you like this"

- he says pulling you into his lap and sitting on the bed

- when you do tell him what's wrong... his face is so full of emotions

- he looks angry, confused , sad , disappointed

- he lifts you head up with his finger and smiles softly

- " you want to know why I stopped being like that? Going after any girl who showed any interest in me and then doing it all over the next time we go out? Carajo Y/N it's because I met you. And - and I realized I didnt want any other girl, I wanted you. No amount of hate comments or edited pictures are EVER going to change that, bebé"

- and now you're both crying

- I dont think he'd go off on a rant on social media but you can expect a picture of both of you on his Instagram later with the caption:

- " oh yeah you're stuck with me for a looong time count on that "

Richard

- Oh, homeboy notices

- you two would be on your way home from a date when you’re phone vibrates

- He sees your face go from giggly to sad REAL quick

- You close your phone and keep joking around with him hoping he didn’t notice

- Once you guys are at a red light he says he forgot to tell Chris or Joel something and if he can borrow your phone since his is in the back seat for some reason

- you let him and he goes straight to Twitter

- 4 words my friends

- RICHARD

- IS

- NOT

- HAPPY 

- Clouded a bit by his anger he asks you about it immedieatly

- like “??? WTF is this???”

- oH SHIt

- trying to convince him it’s nothing and he should just drop it

- yeah, you just fueled the fire

- “drop it? DROP IT?! How can I drop this Y/N they’re literally calling you a slut how AM I GOING TO DROP THIS!”

- You two ended up in a heated argument on your way back home

- Once back at the house you don’t feel like fighting anymore

- “RICHARD there are SO MANY fans who actually like me ok? They’re just - just not as noticeable when 3/4 of them are saying the opposite..”

- He feels like a dick

- He should’ve talked about it with you not attack you on it

- Apologizes before bringing you into is arms letting you shed as many tears as you needed into his chest

- When you’ve both calmed down, you actually talk about it

- Probably heads to Twitter and says something along the lines of 

- “ The worst feeling in the world? Having the people who support you hurt the love of your life”

- when you wake up the next day the amount of compliments you got over shadowed the mean ones by a long shot

Zabdiel

- I feel like you 2 would be the couple who tells each other everything you know?

- so when they started bothering you he’d know

- THAT IS... until they started getting worse

- you didn’t tell him about it after a while so he thought it was getting better or no longer happening

- poor sweet clueless bb

- every night when you felt Zabdiel holding you closer you’d think back to all those tweets saying shit like

- “Wow can’t believe I’m saying this but can we get Gwen back?sjsks”

- he’d start to worry he did something wrong when he feels you getting distant

- so one day ya’ll are binge wathcing the Harry Potter movies and half-way through the goblet of fire you’re phone vibrates

- you were in the kitchen so he decided to look at it

- “probably her mom again”

- SURPRISE it’s not your mom

- Get’s teary eyed just seeing what his fans think of you

- we know Zabdi is one sentimental boi

- you come back with more popcorn and find him looking sadly at your phone and you freak

- grabbing out of his hands and quickly trying to delete the messages even though it’s too late

- the damage is done : he’s seen them

- You have your back to him and hear him getting up off the couch 

- at this point you’re both holding back tears cuz neither of you want to talk about it

- You both stand there in complete silence for a few minutes until you feel him tugging you into his chest

- and every ounce of strength you’ve had over the past few days trying to keep it together breaks right then and there

- You’re knees feel week and you’re both slowly sliding to the ground crying into each other

- You feel him turning you around and putting your foreheads together 

- “ay... ay mi amor. Why didn’t you tell me? You tell me every thing... why- why not this?”

- So you tell him everything you’ve been feeling for the past week and his heart breaks a little every time your voice would crack 

- You both fall asleep on the couch holding each other tight while the beginning of the order of the Phoenix played in the background

- He doesn’t go to social media for this, he just focuses on seeing you smile for the next few days and he makes you promise to tell you every thing and he’ll do the same 

- guys I’m crying why do I do this to myself

Joel

- Buckle up

- he knows when his baby isn’t feeling well

- prides himself on it haha 

- like you don’t have the time to tell him you’re sick and he’s already serving you chicken noodle soup

- so when you don’t finish vine references with him on time he like ???

- Doesn’t know how to ask you what’s wrong

- does he ease into the question or just go straight forward with it??

- he decides to finally ask you when he sees you distracted for the sixth time that day

- tbh you don’t know how to tell him either

- how do you tell your boyfriend you don’t think you deserve to be with him because you aren’t talented enough or EXTREMELY hot or funny or anything

- how do you tell him the people who support him the most got those ideas in your head...

- So you lie and tell him some shitty other story

- “uM... I saw a duck ....in the park...the other day that kind of looked like.... Richard??”

- Yeah, not buying it

- So he starts to insist on what’s wrong and GOD he is not making this easy on you

- after like 9 minutes of him asking what’s wrong and asking you if you don’t trust him anymore you just start shedding tears

- he’s too sweet you really don’t deserve him

- he goes into panic mode

- “shit I made her cry oh- no shit shitshit asshole - fuck”

- You tell him it’s not him that’s making you sad (he said that out loud dummy)

- you take a deep breath and let everything you`re feeling out

- Joel gets emotional because he used to feel those things about himself too

- Hugs you so tight, as if if he let go the world around him would crush you

- Carries you to your shared bed and wraps you into a burrito using the blankets

- Holds you in his arms again and spends the whole night telling you all of the reasons why he loves you

- Once you’re asleep this bb DIVES to Twitter

- to everyone’s surprise not to rant or fight with the CNCOwners 

- he posts a video of he filmed of you balancing a chopstick on your nose and failing many times while he’s laughing hard on the other side of the camera

- the caption?

- “ I’m gonna marry you one day, I swear”

- (I’m melting guys)

Erick 

- CLUELESS BABY BOYYY

- The minute you guys announced you were together the fans went crazy

- most of them really happy for you two they saw how happy you made Erick and loved you instantly

- ... the other half.... not so nice

- by that I mean hitting you straight in the insecurities... and HARD

- “ oof chubby much?” “seriously he could have anyone and he goes for THAT?” “awn she really thought she looked cute in this picture HAHA”

- yeah...

- so everyday whenever Erick told you a joke (cuz he loves seeing his baby smile) he noticed you’re smile wasn’t the same

- no matter how good you were at faking them, your eyes held so much sadness it made him sad

- so he tried to cheer you up by coming home early one day 

- oh boy

- he’s outside the door leading to your shared bedroom when he hears a sob from the other side

- he rushes in and sees your phone buzzing next to you

- and there you are your knees hugging your chest and you head down

- you look up and see him standing there

- *sniffling* “Erick? Que haces I thought you were getting here late-”

- he’s holding you in his arms 

- letting you cry into his shoulder as he peeks over to see your phone

- his heart breaks into a million pieces

- he’s holding the love of his life (he’s sure of it guys) , his world in his arms and the reason you’ve been upset all this time is because of his fans

- he doesn’t understand 

- how can someone not love you? 

- The way your nose crinkles when you smile, or your singing voice that sounds like angels to him no matter what you say, or even the corny jokes you two share all the time... your eyes that hold all the stars in the sky to Erick

- he doesn’t understand one bit

- he finds himself also crying into your neck

- You tried to explain yourself but he shushes you telling you it’s ok, he’s there and he’s not leaving

- and that he loves you 

- so so much

- *actually crying while writing this*

[surflove808]

On Destiel and endgame hysteria

Sometimes I get fired up about some of the BS I see in this fandom and this is one of those moments.  This post will be a layercake of sentimentality, disappointment, anger and maybe a wee bit (a lot) of profanity.  So, you know. Back on my bullshit.

The show that we love, love to hate or hate to love, for better or worse, will see it's final curtain call at the S15 finale.  You don't need me to tell you how impactful it's been and how much it means to so many people for a variety of reasons that extend well beyond it's entertainment value.  All it takes is one scroll through social media to get a sampling of the reach of this little-show-that-could and by extension (and because of) it's cast, to see that it's beloved by so many.  And it deserves the praise, and the end deserves to be lamented - but like TFW has said over and over, and to paraphrase Frank Sinatra, they're doing it their way.  For that?  I'm happy.

The show has been described as a "juggernaut" and an "institution", and it is.  We all know the themes:  Finding *your* family, struggle, perseverance, dedication, making mistakes and not always learning from them (but trying), acceptance, the beauty in humanity even when all hope seems lost, redemption, and love... to name the big ones. Now about Love.  "Love" is not threatening to burn down houses if your ship isn't made canon.  "Acceptance" isn't threatening the cast, crew, producers and network with lawsuits if your ship isn't made endgame.  I saw a few posts like that today that had a very disappointing number of likes and reblogs and I'm kinda furious, to be honest.  You fucking twits.

As someone who enjoys the show, and respects the determination, sacrifice, hard work, creativity, and yes - Love -  that has been poured into this endeavor, I don't think I'm alone when I say -  JUST. STOP.  You whining, tantrum throwing, self-important, "wouldn't catch a social cue if it had a $100 bill attached to it and was tossed to you from 3 feet away", obnoxious, divisive children.  

Accept what the cast, the writers and Eric Freaking Kripke have told you?  No... can't do that.  Must hop from one lily pad of delusion to the next and have the gall to be self righteous about it.  And then pat yourselves on the back for being alternately clever, threatening and obtuse.  You're like the Donald Trumps of the SPN fandom.  You're not disliked because of your ship.  You're disliked because of your personalities.  Let that sink in.  No one is marginalizing you.  You chose to do this to yourselves AND your beloved ship via your words and actions.  You sunk your own battleship and now you’re pissed.  

I don't affiliate myself with any ship or the other factions of this fandom.... I don't get it.  I'm just a fan.  A fan of the story, the acting, the tragedy, the comedy, the characters and the character of the actors involved.  I don't know what a good "fan" is... don't care.  But I know what a bad one is.  A bad one thinks that they can take ownership of someone else's art just because they've "invested" in it. 

And I apply it to my own life in this way - Here I am doing my thing, putting my creativity out into the world... and what I create matters to me.  Every little bit.  I throw myself into the things I'm passionate about.  And not everyone is going to be thrilled with what I produce.  Some people will never see what I put out there, but word travels fast when you genuinely care about your craft.  I do what I do because it drives me, and always has.  And I do my best to stay true to MY story.  And the thought of someone trying to insert themselves into my story because they think they know my creations better than I do, makes me want to punch throats.  

And the thought of a group of people actually threatening me and the people I collaborate with because I'm not making their fantasy a reality??  Hey - get fucked sideways without lube, and throw some sand in there for extra discomfort.

I want you (and you know who you are) to have some accountability.  Please tell me in what scenario is your behavior warranted or appropriate.  Feel free to DM me.  I won't "out" you, and I'll never be abusive - I just need to know why.  (bullet pointing this because... reading comprehension)

1.  WHY is Destiel is the only representation you'll accept.  

2.  WHY do you think it's funny or "OK" to harass the creatives on this show constantly when you have absolutely no right to their story?  

3.  WHY do you think that pushing something so hard will get you what you want? 

4,   And lastly.... WHY is this so important to you? 

Can you possibly survive if Destiel isn't made canon?  Do you have other hobbies and interests that can fill your time?  Because some of ya'll are acting like this is the Be All End All of your existence and I'm here to tell you - it's really not.  If it DOES happen, it will be at the discretion of the showrunner and creatives, and I promise you it won’t be because they caved to the small, yet omnipresent faction of Destiehellers that have annoyed the ever-living fuck out of everyone attached to this show.  It’ll be on their terms.

The tantrum strategy stops working after age 4, usually....it just seems some of you are late getting the memo.  Thanks to your folks.  Well done.

Try to appreciate the show for what it is and always has been.  If your expectations are unreasonable and are buoyed by years of manips, misquotes and over-analyzation of brief "moments" between ANY characters, and you feel emotional enough about it to behave badly - it's time for a factory reset.  This show has never mislead you - you’ve bought into delusion and over-analysis and straight-up fiction pimped to you by fellow “fans” probably before you even watched your first episode.  It’s the weirdest thing I’ve seen.  And I’ve seen some shit. 

If you’re going to be angry... be angry at your friendly neighborhood Destiel dealer.  They chumped you to get more *buy* for their *supply*.  Them’s the facts.

That being said.... Can We Just Appreciate The Final Moments That This Amazing Cast And Crew Are Going To Give Us (and you know they will), And Let It The Fuck GO?  

You're welcome to block me (you probably should).  But before you do that, could you let this sink in a bit?  And if you see a fellow shipper being an entitled  douche - maybe hold yourself to a higher standard than they do themselves and don't perpetuate it/like/reblog it?  Because this behavior is well and truly a shitty way to treat the legacy of this groundbreaking show, and all those that are responsible for bringing it to life. 

In other words....Behave.  And have some goddamn dignity.

I’m not sure if I’m doing this right, but my response was so long.  Eh...whatever.  @jessiegail   I understand, and please allow me to elaborate. When I was scrolling through the Jensen tags (because the Dean and SPN tags have been overrun by a lot of people with zero respect for the character/show canon, so I stay away anymore.  That in and of itself should tell you something)... I was also sharing in the moment, and the news and wanted to see some SPN love and positivity. What I ran into almost immediately was, and I quote: "If they don't make destiel cannon (sic) for the series finale, I'll set their houses on fire. You've been warned." 87 people agreed with @moosewncstr on this sentiment.  Now... if it was one shitty person and people steered clear of any affiliation with them for threatening arson because they're completely off their fucking rocker.... that would be easy to ignore.  But 87 people??  That’s really, really bad. What I'm seeing and have been seeing, is a hive-mind mentality that doesn't care for acceptance. Doesn't care if it’s abusive. Doesn't care if someone gets their “feelings” hurt. And they absolutely Do Not Care if what they say incites the potential reality of violence, as long as they can force their ship down the throats of as many people as possible and Make It Canon.  

And by hive-mind, I mean - NO ONE in the Destiel camp seems to have the degree of autonomy (AKA:  Balls) required to rein in the bad apples in their bunch.  They either agree or stay silent.  So, because you can’t self-regulate, people like me with no concern or desire for your approval have to come in and tell you to knock your shit off.  You won’t.  But I feel better.  And maybe others will feel more comfortable to express their disapproval when shit like this rears its ugly head. Anyone who would think threats (just a joke...hahaha), are acceptable, and those who are in agreement can suck it. And i will not roll over and sing kumbaya with anyone who thinks this is ok. I'm generally careful with the headers and lead-in paragraphs to posts that are potentially inflammatory. A courtesy that is not extended by your brethren. You had ample warning that this post would not be kind to asshole shippers. I don’t think you are one of those people - but, if you’re defending this behavior, I can’t really empathize with you.  I also don’t want you to feel targeted.  This isn’t about YOU.  This is about endemic behavior that has become so toxic, it pretty much can’t be undone. As for paying anything forward, I do not owe people who act like this the time of day, much less a kind word. I have 2 choices:  I can stand by and pretend I don't see these things and block, block, block so that I can stay in my bubble. Or, I can take my own little stand on my own little blog and address genuinely disturbing behavior using language of my choice. What I will never do is threaten or abuse any individuals who question my logic. Downside is... you'll get a very long winded explanation. Go, be happy. Enjoy your ship. No one is telling you not to. I'm telling you right now, though - I can't and won't tolerate the bad apples. Best to block me if you're sensitive to the way I word my posts, but understand - I'm not promoting hate or abusive behavior - I'm fighting it. And I will continue to do so as long as I'm on this dumpster fire of a website, because I love this show and I believe all of the creative's, crew and fans deserve some fucking respect.

[winchester-with-wings]

Chemical Reactions (Part 22)

Series Summary: Being a teacher at Central City Academy doesn’t leave much time for a personal life. You didn’t really notice or care…that is until the day the new substitute science teacher, Barry Allen makes an appearance.

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Part 22 Summary: You and Barry only have a short time to make a decision.

Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader, Substitute Teacher!Barry Allen x Teacher!Reader

Word Count: 2700ish

A/N: Thank you to my amazing friend and beta @thinkwritexpress-official!! Hope ya’ll like it! Sorry that it’s been a while since I posted. Life has been crazy. just been pulled in every direction lately. :( *i don’t own gifs*

Ya’ll are finally gonna find out how this story got it’s name!

warnings(?): angst, Barry cusses. that must mean it’s emotional right?

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The weekend goes by as usual. You and Barry order in and grade homework on Friday night. On Saturday, you hang out and binge Netflix. Sunday morning, you have a brunch with Caitlin. It lasts several hours as you tell her about the meeting with the Dean.

“Have you and Barry talked about it, yet?” she’d asked.

“No. It’s kinda like we’re pretending it didn’t happen at all,” you answered honestly. You’d slumped in your chair because you were as much to blame as Barry. You didn’t want to face it either.

On Sunday night...

You cling to Barry and he holds onto you. You’re curled up in bed, a late night show on the bedroom tv, but the volume is down and neither of you are paying attention. There’s a bedside lamp on, casting a warm glow over the two of you.

Barry is wearing flannel pajama pants and a cotton t-shirt with some faded logo on it. You’re wearing an extra large and extra old t-shirt too. It’s the shirt you wear when you’re sick or cramping from your period, or when you’re just not feeling good, perhaps sad. Barry pretends not to notice.

You’re resting your head on Barry’s chest and pulling the comforter up to your chest. Barry curls his arm around you and runs his fingers through your hair. It’s soothing for the both of you.

In the silence, you’re left alone with your thoughts. Barry must feel your warm tears soaking through his shirt. He reaches out with his other hand to stroke your cheek, wiping away the sadness.

You still feel hopeless.

“Barry...what are we going to do?” you say, sniffling.

“I don’t know,” he whispers back. “We still have some time. We’ll figure this out.” He kisses the top of your head before reaching out to turn out the light and turn off the tv. “Just get some rest, sweetheart.”

Barry’s grip tightens around you when he feels your body shaking, wracked with quiet sobs.

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You and Barry keep your distance on Monday and Tuesday. Caitlin, Ronnie, and Cisco notice the distant attitude but of course they understand. No doubt Caitlin has shared the news with them and the two of you don’t mind.

But Barry...he hates how he’s acting. In even just two days he’s become detached and less energetic while teaching. The students would have to be blind to not notice the sudden change. He knows you’re feeling terrible too. He doesn’t blame you for not telling him about your meeting with Stein. He didn’t tell you that he’d received the same email too.

He still hasn’t told you about Patty either.

He meant to. He’d asked you down to the track field that day to tell you about Patty’s behavior. But he’d just been so happy to see you that it had escaped his mind at the expense of his better judgement.

Patty is in Barry’s forensic science elective class.

“Hello Mr. Allen,” she says in a rather suggestive tone while walking into his classroom before everyone else. Barry props the door to his room open and stays standing. He watches her and tries to gauge if she’s acting differently. It’s obvious to him but he hopes the rest of his students can’t tell. No, they can just tell that something’s wrong with him. Even one or two of his students asked if he was okay on their way out of class. He lies, of course.

Patty just keeps looking after him with a secret twinkle in her eyes.

On Wednesday, he can’t take the chance anymore. He needs to know if she knows anything else. How else can he make a decision with you about Dr. Stein’s ultimatum?

“Patty, come see me after class? ” Barry whispers to her while the class is engaged in lab work. She gives him a sickly-sweet half smile and it makes him nauseous.

She delays putting away her things in her backpack at the end of class until she’s the last one there. Then Barry closes the door and locks it.

“Looks like you’ve come around to my proposal, Mr. Allen.” Patty sits on one of the tables and crosses her legs. She’s wearing shorts today and the pose shows off her tan and toned legs.

“Absolutely not.”

Her smile only falters for a moment.

“You’re not getting what you want, Patty. Sorry if that’s the first time you’ve ever heard that,” Barry says curtly, a muscle in his jaw twitching.

“But...I--I’ll tell Dr. Stein that you propositioned me. He’ll believe me.”

“Really?” Barry scoffed. “Why do you think he’ll take your word over mine?”

“Because...because he already knows about you and Ms. Y/L/N.”

And there it is.

“It’s just an anonymous tip right now. I could retract it if I were so inclined.”

Barry’s chest rises and falls with angry breaths. His hands are in his pockets but they’re balling into fists.

“Why are you doing this? Why are you trying to manipulate me? What do you have against Y/N?”

“Oh, I have nothing against her. It’s you, Mr. Allen. I want you. I want you before I leave this place.” Patty hops down from the table and starts approaching Barry. He stands his ground. “I’ve always been a good girl.” She rolls her eyes. “Teacher’s pet, following directions and always behaving. I’ve got that 4.0 GPA my mom wants me to have. I’ve been accepted to the college she wanted. I’ve always done what others expected of me. Now it’s time I get something that I want, that I deserve.”

“You’re not getting what you want, Patty. I’m not going to touch you and you’re not going to come between me and Y/N.”

“But I already have. I saw you two at the field last Friday. I have photos now. Dr. Stein won’t believe you, no matter what you have to say.”

Barry tries to recover from the shock of those words. He suspected that it could have been Patty at the field but photos? He tries to think back and recall if it’s even possible. Is Patty bluffing again? She wasn’t bluffing before either...she’d gone to the dean and snitched on your relationship. Did she really have pictures?

Did it even matter?

Barry sighs and calms down; his angry furrowed brows come apart once more and he smirks at Patty. He walks to his classroom door and unlocks it. Patty seems taken aback by his sudden change in demeanor.

It doesn’t matter. He knows that now.

Who cares if Patty has pictures? You and Barry had already admitted to kissing on campus. You’d admitted to the relationship and the two of you would face those consequences. And Patty? It didn’t matter what she had to say to the Dean, because Barry’s side of the story was the truth. You would support him; he had to have faith that you would believe him.

Barry opens the door.

“Our conversation is done, Miss Spivot. I’ll see you the next time we have class. But that’s the extent of our interactions from now on. If you have questions with homework, you’re welcome to get help from the tutoring center. Have a nice day.” Barry doesn’t let Patty get a word in as he ushers her out.

He doesn’t doubt that she might be heading for the dean’s office right now with those photos. He can’t bring himself to care. What he truly cares about is you. And he’s dreading the conversation you have to have before Friday. Dr. Stein will be expecting an answer soon.

Either one of you leaves CCA or you break up.

He knows where he stands on that decision. But what about you?

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The few days the Dr. Stein had given you has gone in no time.

It was both the slowest and fastest week you’ve ever experienced. Classes go by in a blur. Everyone is more aware of the upcoming end of the year. Less than 8 weeks left. Has this year really gone by that fast?

Time flies when you’re falling in love.

But on Thursday, the minutes pass like hours. You’re in no particular hurry to get home. You’re dreading the upcoming night. Barry made plans to stop by a liquor store to grab wine. You expect him around dinner time.

He enters your apartment with the key you gave him. Setting down the wine, he finds you in your bedroom.

Curled up in bed. Alone and feeling numb.

He kicks off his shoes and climbs onto the bed, curling an arm around you and pulling you into his chest. He can see that you’ve been crying, the skin under your eyes red and puffy.

“It’s going to be okay,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Barry, what are we going to do?”

“I don’t know. I guess we have to figure that out. But it’s going to be okay, Y/N.”

You pull yourself out of Barry’s embrace and get off the bed. Your tears are renewed and you’re running your fingers through your hair, ready to tear it out.

“How can you say that!? You know it’s not. We knew being together was a risk. And now this is the ultimate consequence.”

“Maybe not,” Barry responds, getting to his feet as well. You start to walk away into the living room and he follows. “Maybe there’s another way.”

“What are you talking about?” You sigh, rolling your eyes as you grab the bottle of wine and stomp into the kitchen for a bottle opener.

“I know who filed the complaint.” Barry’s lips form into a tight line and he looks anywhere but you. You freeze just before the cork pops out of the bottle.

“What? Who did you tell? You think it was Cisco or Caity? They would never do this to us,” you rapid fire your questions.

“No. I didn’t tell anyone.”

“Well neither did I!”

“I know. Babe, I know. It was…” Barry sighs and starts rubbing hard at the back of his neck. He rolls his head from side to side. “It was a student.” You stare at him in shock so he continues. “Patty Spivot. She...she--uh--she came onto me the last day of school before Spring Break. She said that she knew I was seeing someone, a student or a teacher...I thought she was bluffing. She didn’t know who I was seeing. Didn’t have any evidence. She said she was going to go to Dr. Stein and...” Barry goes on while you pour yourself and him a glass of wine. He scoffs in anger at himself and rolls his eyes. “She threatened to go to Dr. Stein and fucking tattle-tale on me if I didn’t give her what she wanted.”

“What did she want from you, Barry?” You offer him the glass of wine but keep your distance from him, standing back and leaning against the counter while he confessed.

“I don’t know.” He threw his hands up before taking his glass of wine. “I don’t know. I didn’t care. I don’t know if she wanted me to fucking kiss her or to fuck her. I don’t know, Y/N. It doesn’t matter. I said no.”

“So you let her go to the dean.”

“You’re missing the point, Y/N. A student came onto me. That’s a helluva lot worse than two teachers getting together. I wasn’t going to compromise myself or what we had.”

“But you did, Barry. She filed the complaint and now our relationship is on the line.”

“What would you have had me do? Give the princess of the senior class what she wanted?” Barry’s face twists up in disgust and insult. What was your answer going to be? You didn’t even know because what would you have done in his place?

“Why didn’t you tell me about this? I went into that meeting and I was blindsided.”

“I meant to tell you. At the field. But I didn’t get the chance.”

“Right because…” You trail off because you were there and you were partly to blame too; kissing him back under those bleachers, desperate for that secret thrill. You finish your glass of wine.

“I talked to Patty yesterday. I thought I could get her to retract the complaint. But she’s the one who saw us at the field. She claims she has pictures.” You don’t answer right away, looking at the ground and replaying the events in your head.

“How could she? She ran away the second she saw us,” you say defensively.

“Exactly. I don’t think she does have pictures but the so-called damage is done. Dr. Stein knows about us.” Barry takes a long sip of his drink; he wishes it was stronger. The red wine coats his throat, soothing it from talking. His mouth remains dry and his throat grows tighter. He’s holding back his own emotions and tears. You’ve cried enough for the both of you. He needs to keep it together that much.

“We admitted to it,” you whispered, “and it was all just an unfounded claim until then.”

“That’s why it doesn’t matter if Patty supposedly has pictures of us,” Barry muttered.

“We should’ve stayed quiet. We shouldn’t have admitted to it. We should’ve known it was just a rumor. Oh god, Barry, what are we going to do? How could we be so stupid?” You start crying all over again and Barry closes the distance between you two, enveloping you in his arms. Your hands grasp at his shirt, balling into fists.

“It’s going to be okay.”

“No,” you hiccup.

“Yes,” Barry soothes you, rubbing your back. “I’ll leave CCA. I’ll teach somewhere else.”

You push against Barry’s chest so you can unbury your face and look up at him.

“What? No, Barry, you can’t do that. It’s a full-time position and you just accepted it. You love it and I encouraged you to take it. I can’t let you do that. It’ll hurt your career!”

“Y/N, you’re more important to me than some job. I can find something else.” You push yourself out of Barry’s arms completely, the heartbroken look on his face kills you.

“No. I can’t let you. I’m not worth that. I’m not worth losing your career over. Barry, you can’t quit. I will.”

“Absolutely not. You’ve been at CCA longer; you could even get tenure someday. I’m not letting you give that up. I can find another job. You should stay.”

“You don’t think I could find another job?” You’re projecting your own doubt onto Barry and he knows it.

“Of course not. You know I don’t think that. You could have any job you wanted. But I don’t care about some job. What we have is real. I love you, Y/N.”

You stay silent rather than repeating the sentiment.

“Love and desire are just chemical reactions, aren’t they, Barry?” you say, somber and unwilling to meet his gaze. “Hormones mixed with dopamine, norepinephrine, and serotonin. Isn’t that right? It’s not real; it’s just a scientific concoction.”

“Y/N...what are you trying to say?”

“Barry, we jeopardized everything to be together.”

“Yeah? We knew the risks from the beginning. It was fucking worth it,” he says harshly. He’s raising his voice, it’s raspy and his face is contorted in anger and pain. He’s fighting for you. “And what? You just want to throw it all away now?”

“You don’t want me to quit CCA and I can’t let you quit. We’d end up resenting each other. I don’t know what other options there are now.”

You finally look up when you hear Barry scoff and release a shaky sigh. His beautiful green eyes are dull but glistening with unshed tears. His shoulders have slumped and his mouth is hanging open with his lower lip quivering.

“Y/N, don’t do this. Please don’t do this.” He approaches you, slow enough to allow you to retreat. You don’t. He cradles your face between his hands. His tears fall freely as he wipes away your own. He continues to shake his head and your hands shake as you hold onto his waist. “P-please, no. Don’t do this.” He presses wet, salty kisses to your lips. “It’s going to be okay. We’re going to get past this. We’ll figure it out.”

“No, Barry. No, we won’t.”

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[scornedlove]

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chris

Funny how when you want to run into someone, it never happens. Then, the moment you refocus your energy, they’re everywhere you turn. Since Trey and I smoked with Robyn at the festival, I've been running into her everywhere. Once at the grocery store, once at a gas station, and here we were, crossing paths again; this time at Taylor’s gym. I thought being friends would be difficult, but we found our rhythm and boundaries weren’t even an issue. Our run ins no longer felt awkward and since we both had the morning off, we decided to have breakfast together. 

She seemed to glow as she talked about visiting her family recently and all the fun she’d had at crop over. Seeing her smile so bright as she showed me pictures of everyone and all the costumes, made me happy. I was glad she was back to the vibrant Robyn I fell in love with. Since everything seemed easy and natural again, I felt like it was the perfect time to ask her to meet Tae. “I have a question to ask, and I’m not sure how you’re going to respond.” I began, after our omelets were in front of us and our waiter was gone. Her smile dropped and was replaced with uncertainty. She took a deep breath, exhaled, then stared at me as if she were waiting for bad news. “So, I know you won’t be in town for Trey’s wedding, but Tae will be in the city until the day after. The same day you’re supposed to be back, right? I was hoping we could all have breakfast, lunch, or something. I want to introduce you two.” “Why?” she frowned, as she shook her head no. “That‘s completely unnecessary” “Because both of ya’ll are important to me. I haven’t told her that we reconnected, or that we’ve been hanging out, but I don’t want to continue this behind her back.” I explained, hoping she would understand without getting angry. “Chris, I’m going to be honest with you. I want no parts of being friends with your girlfriend, that’s weird as fuck.” “No it’s n-” “Didn’t you say she lives in Texas? Get some time under your belt before I can even take y'all’s relationship serious. Trust me, you gonna fuck it up sooner than you think” she sputtered, before dismissing me with a chuckle.

“I get it, you think I’m foolish for even asking you this”

“You right. I don’t want to see ya’ll together. ”

“It’s not like we’re going to be all over each other in your face. This has been heavy on my heart lately. Can you at least give it a real thought. For me, please?” I begged. “Don’t answer right now, think about it and let me know how you feel next Saturday. Her flight leaves Sunday at 3pm.” “Fine. I’ll think about it” she sighed, rolling her eyes as she tossed her hair over her shoulder. “Thank you, and thanks for agreeing to come as a surprise on Labor Day. I told Mama you couldn’t make it and she was bummed, she’s gonna be so happy to see you. You don’t even have to stay long. I know you’ll be tired from all the traveling, so this means a lot” “Yeah, well I love mama too. If I can make it happen, I will.” We finished eating and I drove her home. She’d found her a nice condo by the beach, which didn’t surprise me. She always loved being near the water. She invited me up, but I decided against it. I was already pushing the limit by hanging out with my ex-fiance. 

The entire week seemed to drag, but Saturday finally arrived. Trey’s bachelor party was last night, so I was a little hung over. He wanted to go strip club hopping, so that’s what we did. His cousin Victor was the designated driver, so we were able to get fucked up without any worries. Now I was hungover and paying the price. 

“Rise and shine!” Tae’s high-pitched voice echoed in my ears. She floated past my bed and opened the curtains, letting the sunlight burn the shit out of my eyes.  “What the fuck” I groaned, throwing a pillow over my face. “It’s already three o’clock. We gotta get going, the wedding starts in a couple hours. So, drink this and take these” she ordered, setting a glass and two pills on my bed stand, then sitting beside me. “Ten more minutes” I pleaded, with my face still in the pillow. “Nope! It’s time to get up.” She ordered, leaning over me to snatch the pillow and getting a feel for my morning wood. He hasn’t been acknowledged in months, so that small amount of attention made him grow even more, and that came with a little pain. “Alright, if you keep leaning over me like that, you’re gonna be mad at me.” I teased, grabbing her waist and pulling her in for a kiss.  “I’m already mad at you. Now get up, or I’ll find my own way to the wedding.” she snapped, pulling away and throwing the pillow back at me before storming out of the room.  “What did I do?” I called out confused. Yeah, I got wasted last night, but I made it back at a decent time, as promised. Tae wasn’t the type of girl to get mad at minor things, so her attitude towards me right now was something I didn’t understand. 

With the help of Tylenol and a bloody mary, I pulled myself together and was wedding ready within thirty minutes. Tae gave me the silent treatment the entire ride, so by the time we arrived, I was just as irritated as she was. 

“I don’t want to bring bad energy to my best friend’s wedding. So, I’m going to ask you one more time, then I’ll leave it alone; Why are you mad at me?” I asked after turning the car off and giving her my undivided attention. “I don’t want to talk about it” she replied, getting out the car. I felt disrespected when she dismissed me by slamming my car door and walking off as though what I had to say next was unimportant. Luckily, I had a half of a blunt in my glove box. So, instead of losing my temper, I sparked up and felt myself calming down with every exhale.

It's official. My boy is a married man. He and Lala are leaving tomorrow for the Bahamas, and I couldn’t be happier for them. I even teared up during my best man speech, something I’ve always considered corny. He was genuinely happy and in love with his bride, it took a lot not to envy their simplicity. Especially when Tae and I were having our first bump in the road. 

I couldn’t help but isolate myself at the reception. I sat at the bar and although it’s been forever, I smoked a cigarette to prepare for whatever was to come next. I couldn’t imagine why Tae was upset and it was all I could think about. Did she somehow find out about me and Robyn reconnecting? Whatever it was, had her pissed off so it had to be serious.

After keeping our distance all night, we were finally leaving together. It surprised me that she didn’t choose to ride with Lexi, since they were joined at the hip all night, but she must've been her excuse to stay preoccupied. We hadn’t even gotten comfortable in the car yet, when I decided we should pick up our conversation where we left off. I didn’t like being on her bad side, so I was ready to clear the air. We were going to talk about this like adults.

“If you don’t tell me what’s wrong, how am I supposed to fix it?” I asked as soon as we pulled out of the parking space.  “I’m feeling good right now. Please don’t kill my vibe” she frowned as she stared out the window.  “Fuck that. We’re grown, we talk about our problems, regardless of how we're feeling”  “Fine you wanna talk? Let’s talk” she huffed, turning to face me. “Just tell me what I did to piss you off”  “You were stupid drunk last nigh-” “So, you’re mad that I got drunk?” “That wasn’t the problem, I’ll show you the problem” she replied, pulling her phone out. She scrolled through it for a minute, then held it up to show me a video she’d recorded. I was sitting on the couch, obviously faded, when the recording began, and when I noticed her recording, I immediately started laughing. 

“You recording me?” I asked with a big grin as I leaned back and pulled my cap forward.  “Yup, this is for when I’m missing you later” she giggled in the background. “I can’t wait to show you how wasted you got when you wake up tomorrow” “My boy is getting married tomorrow! Fuck yeah I’m wasted” I replied as she started getting closer. “I know right. You’re gonna have to start flying out to see me, since I won’t be coming out here as often. I’m gonna miss you so much” “I be missing you too baby. Honestly, I’m just glad you’re in my life. You know I love you” I replied through hazy eyes. “Wait, what did you say?” she squealed excitedly in the background. “I said I love you Robyn” I grinned, oblivious to the fact that I called her my ex’s name. The video went on for another five seconds, in which I appeared to be falling asleep. “You cannot be serious?” I groaned. If it wasn’t one thing, it was another. “I’m sorry baby, but you know I was drunk out of my mind” “A drunk tells no tales” she rolled her eyes and slid her phone back in her purse. I had to admit, if the shoe were on the other foot, I’d be upset too, but I was lost for words. I couldn’t think of anything to say other than sorry and I’d already said that, so we rode in silence the rest of the way home.

For the first time since we met, it was awkward as hell being around Tae. She played with Diamond and said a few words to Anthony, but completely ignored me, until she went to bed. I wasn’t even sure if there was any coming back from that one dumb drunken moment, so I decided to let her sleep on it. Hopefully it’ll blow over by the morning. I spent the rest of the evening staring at the TV, but completely engrossed in my own thoughts until my phone broke my concentration. I was glad for the distraction, but when I saw Robyn’s name, guilt immediately swept over me. I debated on answering, and by the time I decided I would, she had hung up, and a text message popped up a few seconds later. “I actually put some thought into your request…it’s still a no for me. Sorry.” I completely forgot about asking Robyn to meet Tae tomorrow and now, I was glad she decided against it. After last night, nothing positive could come from it, so I silently thanked God and went to sleep. When I woke up the next day, Tae was gone. I tried calling her several times and was sent to voicemail. I sent her a text and when an hour had gone by with no response, I gave in and called Trey. I hated to bother them when they were getting ready for their vacation, but I didn’t know what else to do. “What’s up bro” Trey answered on the second ring. “Can’t win for losing man, I’m always in some shit. Is Lala around?” “What you want with my wife?” he asked playfully, but I was in no mood for games. “I’m looking for Tae bro, has Lala talked to her?” I asked impatiently. I could hear him relay the question, then some mumbling in the background. “Yeah, she talked to her about thirty minutes ago, she was stopping by the house to pick up some stuff she’d left last time. Why, what’s going on?” he asked, now concerned. “What did he do to my friend?” Lala yelled loud enough for me to hear. “Nothing, ya’ll enjoy the Bahamas. I’ll see ya’ll when ya’ll get back” I replied, rushing him off the phone. Now I was irritated. I couldn’t believe the childish way Tae was going about handling our first issue. I fucked up and if she wanted to break things off because of it, I would be fine with that, but I wasn’t going to worry myself over her attitude. I had just gotten out the shower when my phone rang and I just knew it was her finally calling me back, but it was mom.

“Hey Ma, what’s up” I answered, forcing a little ‘cheer’ in my voice. Mama always picked up on negative energy and I didn’t feel like explaining what was going on right now. 

“Did you get the banana bread I left you this morning?”  

“No, I didn’t realize you stopped by” I replied, jumping up to find it. I loved my mom’s baking; she can fix any bad mood. I found it already halfway gone and was pissed that either Anthony or Tae beat me to it.  

“It was before church. I caught Tae as she was on her way out”  

“Oh yeah?”  

“She told me what happened.”  

“She did?”  I quizzed, beating around the bush.

“She sure did. Christopher, are you still in love with Robyn?”  

“Really mom?”  

“I’m just asking. Tae is a great girl, but if you’re in love with Robyn, then you gotta let somebody go”  

“I was drunk ma; it wasn’t that deep. I don’t see why Tae wants to talk to you about it and not me”  

“Just give her some time. She’ll come around and when she does, you gotta be understanding. She must be feeling threatened by the love you still have for Robyn. You can’t fault her for that.”  

“What did you change about this banana bread?” I countered, changing the topic as I devoured my second slice.

“I added cream cheese. I knew you would catch that” she chuckled.

“This is the bomb and I didn’t think it could get any better before. You should make it like this from now on. Do you need anything for tomorrow?” I asked, licking the crumbs from my fingers and going for another slice.

“I have everything covered, but I’ll let you know if I think of something. You watch yourself now, and figure out what you’re gonna do about these women. You can’t keep playing with their hearts. You never know what could trigger them to do something crazy.”

“Mama I’m not playing with Tae, she’s the one being childish about the situation”  

“I said what I said Christopher. Get yourself together.” she instructed before we hung up. I cleaned up around the house, then took Diamond for a walk to take my mind off of Tae. When I got back, Anthony was at the dining room table wolfing down the last of the banana bread and Diamond wasted no time cleaning up the crumbs he’d dropped on the floor.

“This shit right here is bomb as fuck” he exclaimed through full jaws. I was trying my hardest to be cool, but I was pissed. I’m stingy when it comes to mama’s cooking and he should’ve asked before eating my shit.  

“Yeah, I didn’t intend on sharing. I’ll have mama make more next time.”  I shrugged, clenching my jaws.

“My bad bro, I didn’t realize ya mama made this for you. I damn near ate the whole loaf. I was gonna buy you another one...” he offered, his eyes rolling back as he swallowed the last of it.

“I ain’t tripping. Don’t let it happen again tho.” I ordered as I wiped sweat from my brow. I was still recuperating from that hangover, so that walk took a lot from me. 

“What you got up for the day?” I asked, pulling out my tin can of greenery and a stick from the kitchen drawer. I sat down to roll up and Anthony pulled across from me to do the same.

“Not shit. It’s Sunday. You know I don’t do shit on Sunday. What about ya’ll?”

 “Same, not shit. Tae already left, so it’s just me.”  

“Yeah, she told me what you did” he snickered.

“Damn! She’s telling everybody” I shook my head in frustration as I lit the blunt and took a long drag. “Why is she acting like I did the shit on purpose?”  

“That’s women for you. I feel like kicking some ass on the court today. You tryna hoop?” 

“Hell yeah…only if you keep your shirt on.” I teased, passing him the blunt. Every time an attractive woman shows up at the court, he’s ready to start stripping.

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous of my body” he joked taking a hit and passing it back to me. 

“Nah, you be up there flexing for the thotties. Every time I turn around you getting a new number.” 

“Cause I’m a playa”  

“Hey man, you like it, I love it. Just don’t bring em here. I don’t have time for shit to start coming up missing”  

“You don’t gotta worry about that. The only one I bring here is Ryan”  

“Well that’s the homie, so that don’t count”  

“You know, she’s been acting distant lately”  

“Maybe she doesn’t wanna be one of your hoes anymore”  

“Shut up man, I’m serious. We went from kicking it every day to once or twice a week. She gets distant when her period comes, but it’s been three weeks now. The next one is coming up” he frowned, stroking his chin in thought.

“Seriously? I thought you were a playa, but you over here tracking periods and shit. You got it bad and don’t even know it”

“That ain’t it. I know I say some stupid shit sometimes, but I do like having shorty around. She cool peoples”

“Well the good ones don’t stay around when you have a whole line they have to wait in. You might have to start cutting back” I pointed out.

“I don’t know if I’m ready for all that serious relationship shit. That’s why you’re in the predicament you’re in now” he argued, his face twisted with uncertainty.

“It’s a lot that comes with it, that’s for damn sure” I agreed with a nod, although we were both right. Unlike him, I was willing to put forth the effort in being a good boyfriend, but somehow I always managed to fuck up. If being a player were easy, I’d have no problem with doing that, but someone always ends up hurt in that type of situation. That’s not something I’m willing to have on my heart. 

We smoked a couple more before going to the basketball court. It was hot as hell, so we only played three games of one on one and I won two. I felt good and made sure to gloat all the way home. I’d left my phone at home when we went to hoop, but I still didn’t get a call from Tae. I tried her one more time that night, but she sent me to voicemail again. I figured she must’ve found her own way to the airport and made it home already, so I let her be. It was out of my hands. 

[melonkooky]

sudden change [lee donghyuck]

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word count: 3757

genre: high school!au, angst, fluff

author’s note: i love haechan... i hope ya’ll know that i can’t write endings properly (or good titles but that’s not important) so i apologize that the ending is short or weird. despite the ending, i  hope ya’ll enjoy this rather long one shot about nct’s haechan

please do not copy my work. but please like and reblog it. thank you!!!!

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you plopped down onto the bench with a heavy sigh. you pushed your tray forward so that you could put your arms on the table and then rest your head on them. haechan, your best friend who was now sitting next to you, burst into a fit of laughter. you looked up at him with a heavy glare, “don’t laugh at my pain.”

haechan calmed himself down, a few giggles escaping here and there. “you didn’t do well on the math test, huh?”

you shook your head and pouted. slowly, you reached across the table to pull your lunch tray back towards you and you finally began eating.

“what did you get?” haechan asked as he pulled a piece of bread apart. “it couldn’t have been that bad.”

did you really want to reveal to your best friend the oh-so-terrible grade you got? you didn’t want to. it would end with haechan teasing and reminding you to no end out how you failed math. but really, everything always ends with haechan’s teasing. with a sigh, you mumbled, “an...f.”

haechan almost choked on his bread. “you got an f on the math test? wow, i thought you were exaggerating.”

“yeah, i know. it’s awful.” you spoke with an empty voice before lazily poking at your meal. “say, what did you get?”

haechan chuckled, “don’t get mad at me when i tell you.”

you rolled your eyes, already getting that he got a high grade on the math test.

“i got a b.”

you looked at him. “well, good for you.”

haechan felt bad for you, especially looking at how miserable you looked. he knew you studied hard for this math test for the very reason as to not fail the test. math was your worst subject. it didn’t help that he was surprised that you got an f. to get an f, you’d have to get hardly any questions correct. haechan looked at you with a hopeful smile. “when you are going to make up the test?”

you shrugged. “probably tomorrow or something.”

haechan nodded. “then let’s get food after school. there’s a ramen shop that just opened near your house.”

you immediately smiled at haechan, your eyes lighting up. “sounds like a plan.”

-

you and haechan were walking to your house after spending the afternoon at the new ramen shop. you were glad it was near your house. it meant a short walk between your house and the shop and it meant you could always just walk to the shop to enjoy your favorite meal.

you always enjoyed spending time with your best friend. he was fun to be around and sometimes, you even enjoyed his teasing because it gave both of you some good laughs. haechan had always been there for you, ever since he became your friend back in grade school. you and him were inseparable, and you couldn’t have asked for a better friend.

it didn’t take long for you and haechan to arrive at your house. by then, you realized that haechan had been abnormally quiet. you let him be since he seemed to be deep in thought.

you cleared your throat, feeling a bit awkward with him for the first time in a while. “hey, haechan. we’re here.”

he blinked out of his daze, a slightly forced smile appearing on his face. “oh, yeah.”

you felt your heart sink a bit. “do you want to come inside? my mom would love to see you.” you asked hopefully, pointing to your front door.

haechan immediately shook his head. “no, i have to get back to the dorm. the others are probably wondering where i am so late.”

your gaze dropped from his face to your feet. “oh, okay. well, i don’t want to keep them waiting.”

haechan nodded before turning on his heel and heading in the direction of his dorm where he lived with a few other boys. he didn’t even say goodbye. something didn’t feel right.

-

it was finally lunch time and you were starving. though, your mind was currently on other matters. you wanted to hurry and find haechan. you wanted to talk to him about yesterday. he was fine and then suddenly he seemed...different. and it bothered you. so, you quickly got your lunch tray and went to your usual table. it wasn’t occupied by haechan, since normally he was there first. you were confused. you looked around some more and noticed the table in which all of haechan’s friends, including the ones he lives with at the dorm, sat at. they all were laughing and pointing at one of the boys, probably teasing him over something. and that’s when you noticed haechan, laughing along with them.

at this point you were slightly angry. you approached him rather forcefully, earning the attention of him and his friends. “oh, y/n.” one said.

“hey, taeil.” you replied, your eyes still on haechan’s.

“y/n, what are you doing over here?” haechan asked.

you scoffed. “what do you mean? what are you doing over here? we always sit together at lunch.”

you could sense that his friends felt a little awkward to be in the middle of the conversation. haechan sighed. “just... i want to sit with my friends now.”

you rolled your eyes. “hell of an excuse.” you replied.

haechan shrugged. “so what? i can’t sit with anyone else but you?”

you took a step back before huffing angrily. “that’s not the point. you know what? i don’t care who you sit with or where you sit.”

and with that you swiftly turned around and walked away. you too had those group of friends that you talk to but rarely hang out with so you ended up joining them. while they were fun to talk to and sit with, it only made you miss haechan.

-

you sat in your last period class room with anticipation. you waited for the bell to ring, signalling the end of the day. you kept glancing at the clock and calculation the remaining minutes rather then look at the teacher and pay attention to what he was saying. you had to hurry.

finally, you heard the bell ring. after long, long moments of your teacher droning on and on about the “importance” of the quadratic formula in the real world, you were finally free for the day. you hurriedly packed up your things and bolted out of the classroom.

you hurried around in the halls, your eyes scanning each and every student's face. finally, near the entrance, you spotted haechan. a smile grew on your face upon seeing your best friend. however, he was surrounded by his group of friends. they all were talking and were causing ruckus in the middle of the hallway. it didn't help that they were swarming with girls, all whom had some kind of crushes on the group of boys. a pang of jealousy hit you at the thought of girls having eyes on haechan, but you waved away the feeling as quickly as it came.

you called out to haechan as you neared him. he turned and made eye contact with you and you could notice the conflict in his eyes. to wait for you or to go ahead with his friends, was what haechan was thinking. he opted to wait with a sigh, telling his friends to wait for him outside.

you sighed in relief, a hopeful glint in your eyes. "hey, haechan." you greeted.

he avoided your eyes, again causing a wave of sadness to go through you.

you continued anyway, "i want to talk to you so do you think we could go somewhere. perhaps the park or an ice cream parlor or..."

"i'm sorry, y/n. i am hanging out with my friends today."

you glanced at them outside before narrowing your eyes at haechan, "haechan, i just want to talk to you. i am worried."

you didn't notice the sadness in haechan's eyes as you were well beyond angry at him. "well you don't need to be worried, okay?" and with that, he left.

now you were more curious and confused as ever. this was not the haechan you knew. something had changed so suddenly in him and you wanted to know why. you missed him dearly. the little time you haven't seen or hung out with him had stirred your feelings. you didn't realize you were in love with haechan because you were just so comfortable with him and always around him. now that you were apart, you missed him. you'd rather be best friends with him and have him not know about your feelings than have him avoiding and ignoring you as you had these feelings for him. it was painful and you really didn't have the slightest idea on what to do.

-

it's been two weeks since haechan had started acting differently. he's avoided you and at this point, every time you attempted to talk to him, he's even ignored you. that shit hurted.

you sighed as you walked around the school. you were walking to your first period but considering that you accidentally arrived a bit early, you had some time to kill. so you walked around and stalled a bit before heading to your class. but that meant being left alone in your thoughts. you were trying to figure out with happened with haechan. after years and years of being so close and inseparable, you just didn't understand why him distancing himself was so sudden. you would understand if the distance between you and haechan was gradual. it happens to friends. but that was not the case.

suddenly, you heard a fit of laughter coming from the end of the hall. you looked up from the tile floors to see haechan and his friends. from the new group of friends you began sitting and hanging out with since haechan started ignoring you, they told you the names of the group. along with haechan was mark, renjun, jeno, jaemin, chenle, and jisung. apparently they all lived in a dorm together.

you noticed how happy haechan seemed with his friends. his bright and happy smile, how affectionate he was with them. you sighed and quickly turned around before you had to run into them or avoid them. they were currently the last thing you wanted to think about at the moment.

unbeknownst to you, haechan had noticed you walking in his direction. it was nice to see you in all honesty. but then he watched as you hurriedly turned around and disappeared around a corner, disappearing seconds after he saw you. his smile dropped slightly, but he quickly turned back to his friends. they were the best distraction from what he was feeling.

-

it didn't matter to you if the night was freezing. it didn't matter to you if it was in the middle of winter so the air and wind were freezing and the streets and sidewalks were icy. with your jacket, scarf, pair of gloves, winter hat that haechan (as a matter of fact, had gifted you a few years back), and pair of winter boots, you walked the length between your house to haechan's dorm. you were determined. you meant business. you were going to find out what exactly was haechan's problem and you were certain you were not going to leave the dorm empty handed.

you arrived to the dorm shivering like crazy. you urgently knocked on the door while ringing the doorbell. you could hear the someone shuffling around on the other side of the door, so you awaited for this person to hurry up because you were freezing.

seconds later, the door swung open. fortunately for you, it was haechan.

you cleared your throat and hurried inside, suddenly feeling nervous. haechan closed the door behind you. he noticed how heavily dressed you were and how you were shivering, but he couldn't bring himself to help you. if his own thoughts and feelings weren't in the way in the moment, he would most certainly pull you into a hug and wrap a blanket around you. in fact, he wanted to put you into his bed and just cuddle with you. but he couldn't.

haechan looked at you and crossed his arms over his chest, shifting his weight onto the other foot. he noticed you were wearing the hat he gifted you, recalling the time of when he got it. you had wanted it so bad but found that you couldn't afford it. so he bought it for you. he knew how special it was to you. haechan ignored the thought, you were making things much for harder than he needed to be.

haechan inquired, "what are you doing here?"

you shrugged off your jacket now that you were warming up a bit. "we are going to talk, whether you like it or not."

"there's nothing to talk about."

you glared at him, your eyes narrowing with the upmost anger and annoyance. "oh really? how about it's been weeks since we've had a proper conversation? or how you have been avoiding me and ignoring me as if i don't exist?"

haechan broke eye contact with you, biting his bottom lip. he looked elsewhere, anywhere but you. he couldn't bring himself to. "y/n."

"it hurts, haechan."

"i just...don't want to be friends with you anymore." haechan said.

you gasped, a glass-like glint covered your eyes as tears threatened to fall. "wh-what do you mean?"

"well, we've known each other for so long, and i have friends who are really fun to be around, and i guess, i just don't...like...you...anymore."

your heart completely shattered. the boy you had come to love, the boy who you practically grew up with, the one who has been apart of your life, telling you that he doesn't like you anymore. "you mean, you hate me?"

haechan shrugged. he was close to breaking down himself. he didn't even understand why he was saying all these things. "more or less." he replied, hoping that you didn't catch his voice cracking as he spoke.

a few tears ran down your cheeks. you scoffed. "i can't believe you."

haechan bit his lip before sighing. "y/n-"

"don't talk to me. i won't be a bother to you anymore then."

haechan's eyes grew wide. he froze in his place as he watched you pull on your jacket. you weren't even trying to hide the fact that you were crying. you didn't care anymore. your best friend just said he hated you. you couldn't bear the feeling anymore.

haechan felt his own tears slowly slide down his cheeks. he took a deep breath in order to calm himself down. he hated himself for saying such foul words to you. he didn't even mean them. he began to wish that he could turn back time and to restart everything. he didn't want to lose you.

-

you ran out of the building that housed haechan's dorm, almost slipping on the ice just outside the door as you did so. you were losing it. you were in love with haechan and were extremely hurt by his words. you were crying and it was cold and dark so you couldn't see very well. you didn't want to look like a crazy, vulnerable person to people passing by but you couldn't stop the tears that were cascading down your cheeks.

you hurried down the sidewalk, taking the quickest route to your house because all you wanted to was to go home, scream into a pillow, and sleep for a week.

in the midst of your pain, you didn't see that the intersection wasn't safe to cross. you didn't hear any cars coming so you didn't realize it. you began to cross the intersection, taking careful steps because of the thin layer of ice that had blanketed the street. you managed to get halfway when you finally noticed the pair of headlights coming your way. they were already going too fast for this type of weather. you tried to get out of the way but you only slipped and slide around the ice.

you were scared. the car tried to hit the brakes but doing so on ice only caused the car to spin and slide around. before you knew it, the car collided into your body, knocking you down onto the ground.

you felt pain all throughout your body. you head was spinning and you couldn't focus on anything. you heard echoing and the man you assumed that was driving the car appeared in your field of vision. but you couldn't tell what he was saying. he was calling out to you and had his phone up to his ear. just as you could hear the small echo of police and ambulance sirens, your vision blanked and you were deemed unconscious.

-

haechan laid in his room. it had been only a few minutes, possibly ten, since you ran out of the dorm. he couldn't bring himself to fall asleep, there were too many thoughts swarming his head.

his phone began to buzz next to him on his bedside table. he sat up and wondered who was calling him, considering that it was pretty late. he saw that it was your mom. that's strange, he thought. why would your mom be calling him?

haechan answered, "hello?"

"oh, haechan, thank god." she sounded devastated.

the boy felt a wave of worry. he didn't know what to think. "mrs. l/n, is something wrong?"

he thought he could hear your mom crying. her voice was hoarse. "it's y/n. you have to come to the hospital. please."

haechan's eyes widened. oh if something happened to y/n... it would be his fault.

"o-okay, which hospital?" he asked.

your mom told him which hospital and haechan knew where it was. without a second thought, haechan changed into warmer clothes and threw on his jacket. he left without leaving any note to the others if he were to be back late or if they were to wake up and find that he wasn't in the dorm. no, haechan just left. he would've ran if it weren't for the ice.

haechan hurried in the direction of the hospital. on his way there, he came across an intersection that was blocked off. there was a car in the middle and a man who seemed shaken. haechan tried not to make assumptions or go to conclusions as he knew it would only make things worse. he went around the intersection.

he arrived to the hospital and ran into the emergency side of the building. he approached the desk while breathing heavily. his legs were shaking. he asked for your last name and the lady told him where to go.

he followed the nurse's directions. he arrived to find your mom pacing back and forth in front of an entrance that only allowed doctors through. your dad was there, trying to get your mom to calm down. "mrs. l/n." he said.

your mom looked up, "haechan, thank god." she ran up and hugged him.

"what happened?" he asked fearfully.

your mom shook her head. "i only know that y/n was hit by a car. i don't know why she was out or where she was going."

haechan pursed his lips. "y/n came to my dorm." he admitted. "we kinda had a fight and she ran out."

your mom looked at haechan and shook her head. she wasn't mad at haechan, her mind was solely on her daughter and her well-being. haechan felt absolutely terrible. he felt as if he was at fault. he kept jumping to conclusions, wondering how bad it was. he sat next to your dad in the waiting room. the young boy waited anxiously for any news about you.

-

you slowly began to gain consciousness. you felt numb or pain or stiff, you couldn't tell.

you pried open your eyes. the lights above your head were bright, leading you to get a headache. you looked around, trying to turn your head as best as you can. the room was empty except for the brown-headed boy in a chair directly next to you. haechan.

seeing him brought you a sense of relief. he had noticed you were awake and stood up. "y/n." he sighed in relief. "i'll go get your mom."

but before he could leave, you reached out and grabbed his hand. "wait." you whispered.

haechan met your eyes. his brown eyes were filled with worry and pain. "haechan."

he looked at you before sinking down in his chair again. "y/n, i'm sorry for all the things i said last night. i was such an idiot." he paused and hesitantly grabbed your hand. you blushed as he continued, "i know i said i didn't like you anymore that, to be honest, that is a complete lie."

"haechan, it's okay." you responded, smiling sweetly at him.

haechan smiled too, "let me continue."

you grinned, "sorry."

he laughed a bit before speaking again, "we've always been close. but that night, after you failed the math test and we went out for ramen, we were walking home and i felt...different. i had an image of us walking hand-in-hand. and when we arrived at your doorstep, we kissed. i imagined us a couple, y/n."

"haechan..." you whispered.

"y/n, i have feelings for you, i wanted to be more than friends. after that night when i got that dream of us together like that, i guess i just went into denial or i was scared of my feelings. i don't really know."

"well, you see haechan, when people get feelings for each other, they usually tell the person they like about their feelings. they don't typically neglect them." you teased.

haechan laughed, an embarrassed blush coming to his cheeks. "yes, i did come to the conclusion."

"so, you're in love with me?" you asked, eyeing haechan with a teasing look in your eye.

haechan blushed and pursed his lips. he squeezed your hand before nodding. "yes."

you blushed, your face beaming with happiness. "well, i accept your apologize and i accept your feelings for i, y/n, like you too."

haechan laughed. then he met your eyes, and you felt your heart beat rather fast. haechan stood up from his chair and approached the hospital bed. his gently leaned over and as gently as possible, placed a small kiss on your forehead.

you grinned as you looked up at him. he smiled down at you.

but then, interrupting the moment, your mom entered the room. "o-oh, um, i am interrupting something, huh?"

haechan backed away, "no no. mrs. l/n, y/n is awake."

your mom smiled mischievously at you and haechan before pulling up a chair on the other side of you, across from haechan. your dad entered the room and stood behind her. she scolded you for being out so late and not telling her where she was going. after it all, however, everyone began to laugh.

you admitted to them what you were doing as well last night as what you remembered from the crash. haechan still felt bad about the whole thing but now that you and him were a couple, he knew he would have plenty of time to make it all up to you.

[kikaiz]

If you don’t understand why there’s so many dislikes and uproar about Nintendo’s online service that’s launching tomorrow, let me just provide ya’ll a list, because I feel terrible for the majority of folks that don’t know. And no, this isn’t about the price, it’s about what we’re paying for.

Disclaimer: Let me know if any of this information is wrong with evidence, and I’ll update the info. Everything will be under the Read More so that misinformation doesn’t spread and because frankly, it’s long. 

The overall comparisons!

Note: There is a bit of bias here because I am angry and because I don’t care about NES games. Also not everything I’ve listed are things I care about but I know would bother someone out there so they’re in this list. Also here’s the links for the American and Japanese trailers if you’re curious how the dislike ratio has become since this post.

**Price per year**

❎ $60 (Xbox) 🅿️ $60 (PlayStation) 🆘 $20 (Switch Online Service)

**Servers**

❎ Dedicated server 🅿️ Dedicated server 🆘 Peer to Peer WiFi (your own internet server)

**Online and Party Chat**

❎ Need service to play online however, you don’t need it to access apps and services. Membership required for Party chat (thru the system itself). 🅿️ Need service to play online however, you don’t need it to access apps and services or Party chat (thru the system itself). Members also gain a few extra features, including automatic downloads of game updates, early access to some betas, and extended game trials of certain titles. Allows you to share one subscription with all users of the console. 🆘 Need service to play online. Splatoon becomes unplayable offline. No apps available (Netflix, YouTube, browser). Requires smart phone and app in order to Party chat. No Netflix, YouTube, or browser. No themes or messaging.

**Cloud Saves**

❎ Cloud saving for all games as well as free usb transfers. Cloud is also available Free to Everyone and not just paying members. 🅿️ Cloud saving for all games as well as free usb transfers. Unsubscribed members cloud saves are kept for a 6 month grace period. 🆘 Cloud saves for games except Splatoon 2 and Pokémon. No way to back up data otherwise, despite SD card saving being available on Wii, Wii U, and 3DS. Edit: One week after the service launched, we finally got information that there is indeed a 6 month grace period for your cloud saves if you’ve unsubscribed. (Technically 1 year, 6 months, 22 days for this information if we’re counting from when the switch launched.)

**Free Games**

❎ 2 free Xbox one games and 2 Xbox 360 games every month, all new triple A quality. If you unsubscribe, you’ll lose access to these games. However if you resub, you will have access to them and their saves again. Xbox 360 games can be kept regardless of subbing. (Note: xbox 1 is backwards compatible that’s why I’m listing Xbox 360 info) 🅿️ 2 free new triple A games every month. If you unsubscribe, you’ll lose access to these games. However if you resub, you will have access to them and their saves again. 🆘 20 NES games. That’s it. Just these twenty 33 year old games with “more to come”. However they will cycle. When 20 new ones come the old 20 are gone and you do not own them. If you are away from wifi for 7 days (whether that be a storm or a vacation), you cannot play the NES games you paid for. Edit: The co op plays with friends seems seamless and fun for games I don’t plan on playing. WARNING: Do not use the CRT filter on the NES games because they’ll have a temporary “burn in” effect on your switch screen due to how the pixels vibrate. This eventually goes away on its own over time (and not by turning on and off your system) but I wouldn’t chance it, personally.

**Game Discounts or Special Offers**

❎ Many discounts for members but there are a few sales for non members too. 🅿️ The store regularly has discounts for everyone. However members may get a better deal. If a game is 60% off for a regular, it could be 80% off for a member. 🆘 So far the only special offers are NES controllers (only available if you’re a member of the Online service. This means you’ll be paying $80 total) and exclusive sports gear for Splatoon 2.

**Other Info**  🆘

https://www.polygon.com/2018/9/13/17855056/nintendo-switch-online-launch-user-accounts-unlink-how-to

A personal rant from a Splatoon fan! 🦑🐙

When I’d heard about the online being mandatory for Splatoon 2, I was saddened but I understood, especially under the assumption that I would be paying for servers to run to improve disconnectivity drops. I had no problems with just that. And the price was affordable for me to boot.

Then I learned that I cannot back up my save data. I heard about 3rd party docks bricking switches and losing saves, of people who’s switches were stolen at E3′s and losing their saves.

Then I learned that Splatoon 2′s saves aren’t tied to the account or to Nintendo but to each individual switch itself. 

Then I found out cloud saves will not work on Splatoon 2 and upcoming Pokemon games “to prevent cheating”. So not only can I not back up by SD card like we have been for the last 12 years, but I can’t save my 700+ hours of Splatoon at all. All to prevent save scumming... despite there already being plenty of Splatoon hackers already that do a lot worse than save scumming. And there are solutions to these problems so that cloud saving is possible for every game!

I just can’t protect my Splatoon 2 data... Not all the weapons I’ve bought, every outfit I’ve bought and leveled up, not my ranks. The only game I would actually care about losing my progress cannot be backed up.

Then I found out I’m not even paying for a better server. It’s going to continue to be peer to peer using our own wifi.

I do not play other online games. Sure some games I would love to play with friends like minecraft and dragon quest builders 2 and pokemon, but I can live without it since local multiplayer is still free. Splatoon however becomes unplayable offline. You cannot even go to the store to buy new outfits. The only part of Splatoon I could play offline are the single player mode and DLC but I’ve already 100% those.

The Splatoon series is my favorite... It’s the first time a game made me feel good about myself and my aim and actually made me improve myself irl. I don’t mind paying for online if I’m actually going to get something out of it. It’s been over a year of delaying this online and they haven’t changed anything for me. 

I’ll probably cave in the end... I just love Splatoon so much and I want to play all the new updates and keep getting better. But for now, I’ll try to boycott for as long as possible, maybe use my 1 free week trial for the October splatfest if it’s spooky. But until then, I hope people who will boycott with me will return to Splatoon 1 until Nintendo adds something. I don’t expect this boycott or our message to get to Nintendo in the end. I think there are already too many people blinded by the cheap price and lack of information and upcoming Smash game. I don’t want to pay for something like this. 

What would make me feel better about this service:

I just want to know that I won’t lose my Splatoon progress if my switch gets damaged or stolen. 

I want confirmation that my Splatoon progress is tied to my account not my system. 

I also think Cloud Saves in general should be free for all if there’s no other way to backup saves. (I would say give us SD card backups but I don’t believe games like Splatoon and Pokemon should have those because that’s local save scumming and we don’t want that.) Right now, Nintendo is the only ones charging us to protect our saves. 

I want a word from Nintendo that servers will improve in the future, otherwise Peer to Peer should be free and dedicated servers should be paid for. I know for sure that hardcore Smash players would pay for dedicated servers. 

Personally, I don’t mind about NES (because I won’t play them) or the phone app (splatnet2 is great and I can just keep using discord or like the actual phone). HOWEVER, I really really need a real way to block/ban players in splatoon 2 in-game and not using the App, (as well as a way to Un-yeah a post in the lobby from accidental clicks but that’s more a splatoon problem than a phone problem.)

Sure what I asked for is taking out all the good stuff from the Online service but imagine this. Imagine if Switch Online actually had things worth paying for. Imagine your themes and browser apps and mutual best friend messaging. Imagine games other than NES coming to that service they’re providing eventually. Imagine bigger sales available on eshop that notifies you when games on your wishlist are on sale. It’s so cheap many more people would buy and keep a subscription without all this controversy. It’s taken them a year to pull this off and they’ve got nothing for it. Why? Because they know people will pay for it anyway. 

I want to be wrong about all this, trust me. At the very least, Nintendo is at fault for making about 18k people really really upset and anxious with poor communication.

FAQ

“You knew you were going to have to pay for a service so you shouldn’t have bought a multiplayer game like Splatoon.”

I was under the impression for over a year with no other info that I would be paying for dedicated servers along with the Online.

“Stop complaining, this was a really long free trial and you knew that.”

Yep! And they kept delaying it. And delaying it. And delaying it. So I think we were all assuming Nintendo had a big surprise they were delaying all this for to make it worth the wait. It’s not.

“It’s $20 a year, that’s way cheaper than the competition. Of course it’s not going to have a lot of offers.”

Yes, I agree! But for me this is less than what I expected and trust me I was not expecting much. This is less than the basics.

“So you bought a $300 switch, $60 game, $20 DLC, and $70 pro controller but you can’t pay $20 a year? Sure.”

I want to pay $20 a year for a service not a hostage situation. Sorry if I seem upset about having a gun to my head.

“The Wii U was a failure. Nintendo needs the money. Do you want them to go bankrupt?”

Don’t sympathize with billion dollar companies like they have feelings. We have problem of treating large companies like people instead of money producing companies, especially if there’s nostalgia attached. “Don’t be mean to Nintendo, they’re having a rough time.” The sooner more people realize this, the better. And no they’re not in need of money. They have $10.5 billion in the bank. For some perspective that’s 35 million switches. For further perspective if just one second was a dollar, that’s 333 years. They’re fine.

“Why are you making such a big deal out of this?”

Because I want Nintendo to succeed. I don’t want them to have EA levels of controversy. I don’t want them to worm their way to EA levels of anti-consumerism. We already have loot boxes in a free mobile game. And now the free online we’ve had for 12 years is under a paywall. I’m not mad about either of these. I just don’t want it to get any worse than that. I don’t want Nintendo to think they can get away with the bare minimum just because “they’ll buy it anyway.” Nintendo has been making great leaps forward with the switch but things like this severely set them back.

[hwoodunlocked]

AROS KING INTERVIEW

I had a chance to sit down and have a talk with Aros King, 1/3 of King Brother. Shall I call them Kingos since no one needs Migos anymore, or are these boys male representation of Destiny’s Child? It’s up to you to decide if he’s the Beyonce out of the trio, but the talk was real. While interviewing the actor, entrepreneur, model and recording artist, my respect grew for him. Let’s be real, we all are biased towards all the celebrity kids, we assume they had everything they want and need since their birth. Turns out, Aros is far from being a spoiled one. Check the whole interview if you don’t believe my word.

Tommie: "Aros King himself, ladies and gentleman. Aros, thank you for stopping by. I would like to remind you and our Hollywoodians that our interview is not gonna be censored, and I’m looking forward for a sincere conversation. I hope you’re down for it, Aros, although you knew what we were about to do. But okay, how are you doing today? Glad to have you here today.”

Aros: "I'm doing good real good. Im glad to be here, this is the first interview I've had since I been back in LA so the feeling is likewise Tommie.”

Tommie: “It’s your first interview? Whoa, this shit right here, we serving you an exclusive, hunty, first interview by Aros King since he’s back in LA. Okay, but I’m not gonna beat around the bush. You’re here for a reason. You asked me to stop posting negative things about your brother. Negative or not but you have to agree that we never lied. Why would you want us to stop? I understand that it might throw a dark shade on your family, but hey, everyone know already that the King family is going through not the best times, I’d say.”

Aros: “I just think he’s going through and as gone through enough. It’s just that with all the negative I would like to try to focus on the positive. End of the day both my brothers are very bright individuals and are talented, and even though the times are dark I don’t want the drama and darkness to overshadow their gifts. We have younger siblings that are actively on social media, they go to school and they have their friends and I don’t want them to know everything that’s going on. I don’t want them to pay for our mistakes. Including the mistakes I’ve made in the past.”

Tommie: “I hear you, and it’s something I’ve expected to hear from you. I like how you try to keep a picture perfect and be a role model to your younglings, or, at least, you try to protect them from all the negativity that is going on around you and your family. But let’s face the fact that all of the shit that happened didn’t come out of the blue. Every decision that was made and action that had it’s play, everything has it’s aftermath. And right now, you speak on your brothers being bright individuals but we’ve seen your little fight with Xaire on live stream while you guys were in Aspen. And our readers are pretty good detectives and we’ve been getting these allegations that Xaire delivered a twitter shade once your music video came out… Doesn’t seem like you guys are on them good terms right now.”

Aros: Aros rolled his eyes and places his index finger on his lip and his thumb on his chin calculating his response. “He’s upset with me. I went on live drunk after the news got out about the charges, which I do publicly apologize for that wasn’t right. I can take my actions but not my words. And I don’t try to pay attention to social media, and to me his shade was probably thrown because he’s upset about the livestream I feel like it had nothing to do with my music. And just because we fight doesn’t mean I still won’t defend and praise them.”

Tommie: “Come on, pretty boy, I know you pay attention to social media, because who doesn’t? Okay, I’m messing with you, I do believe you, you just seem like that type of guy who googles his name or goes through the name tag on IG every five minutes. Ight, I see, you that one ‘I’m my family’s ride or die’ brother. If I’d compare you, brothers, to Migos, have you ever felt yourself like Takeoff, have you ever felt left off bad and boujee?” Tommie said in Takeoff’s interpretation. “What I mean is, you are adopted, have you ever felt like you don’t belong there? Have you ever felt not welcomed by your brothers, or sisters, or Deleon?”

Aros: Aros eyes widen at her response and he shakes his head, “A few times I have googled myself I mean I need to make sure google images doesn’t have any jacked images of me surfing around. I mean being adopted by Deleon was confusing, because technically only Xaire and my twin sisters are my siblings, but my Deleon wanted us to all look at each other as brothers so when my father wasn’t interested in being my dad, Deleon stepped up and did that. Which was confusing cause instead of one brother I have two, and biological Silas isn’t my blood, but I was raised to care for him like he was. At times I do feel left out, lets be real I don’t look like Deleon at all. I can’t do a harlem shake to shave my life, like they be doing all the time. Growing up I felt like we was all close but as we got richer things changed. Xaire and Silas have this bond that’s amazing and I just keep busy with work and when I’m not at work I’m with my twin sisters.” Aros says being completely honest with her. “It’s just when I found out my mom was divorcing Deleon and when I disowned her, she disappeared and then they just found her body in ⏤ . I came to realize family isn’t always promised and I never should have been angry at my mother for not wanting to stay in a relationship wasn’t happy with, I just really didn’t want to lose Deleon as a Dad.”

Tommie: “Growing up in a big family, it’s always hard, you know, especially when everyone know who the fuck you are and when ya’ll motherfuckers be rich as fuck. Everyone try to get in your business. Constant pressure. This shit is hard. Especially for you, but I look at you and I see a young man who knows how to handle things. I like hearing the love and respect in your voice when you talk about Deleon, and I’m sorry about your mother. I can feel your pain because I’ve been through a lot with my mom, my sisters, my brothers, but at the end of the day, family is family. Speaking of Deleon. Where he is? I just seen a Christmas picture of him and twins yet I never heard about him taking over The Deleon Dynasty. What’s up with the label?”

Aros: “Deleon is still in LA and he is at home he just locked away figuring things out. And since the summer no one as ran the label and since I’m done filming at the moment I figured why not move back to LA and help run the label, Since Silas is no longer interested in taking over the label. So the label is going through a revamp, I changing up a few contracts and trying to sign new artist so my Father will have something to come back to, Like our family as other businesses but the label is the biggest money maker. So I was thinking when all the changes are made we can do a welcome back show sometime in the New Year.”

Tommie: “Interesting, interesting. Is the ol’ man depressed or something? But what’s your vision about the label? What changes you about to make, and how you see it the nearest future? And what about the artists? I’ve heard a lot of artists have been running away like rats from a sinking ship.”

Aros: “I think he’s in shock with the attempted murder, the murders, losing money, losing big at the BET awards and everything else he just needs a moment. I want to rebrand the label and keep my father the face of the label since he is the genius behind it all. I replaced all the staff and I understand that some artist will leave but they won’t have the same support anywhere else, My father does care about his artist and the music industry. XXXTentacion benefit charity concert was a huge hit and my father planned that show in two days. Unlike these other labels we care and we let our artist express themselves freely, we get the best care we can get for our athletes signed under us. Regardless of the bullshit The King Family produces magic we are still black excellence.”

Tommie: “Long Live X. Okay, I’m all here for the black excellence. Tell me more about artists though, who’s on a label, who you’d like to sign and looking forward to work with?”

Aros: "Well I’m working on signing 6ix9ine, and I don’t know...I haven’t met all the artist I just want to give them a creative space to work in to make this money."

Tommie: “You’re trying to sign 6ix9ine? Who would’ve known. Well, I think it’s all I wanted to know. Thank you for stopping by and sharing your thoughts and vision with us. Anything else you’d like to say before you leave?”

Aros: “Make sure to check out all out success coming in 2019!! Don’t sleep on the King’s!!”