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geminisecrets · 3 years ago

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How I'm Imagining You

Pairing: Sam x female!reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! Marijuana mention, alcohol consumption, explicit sexual content

Word Count: 3200

Summary: “So, are you still interested in showering? Or is something else on your mind?” I ask. He gives me a playful grin right before closing the gap between us in two quick strides."

What's worse? Losing your roommate on such a short notice? Or finding a new one within 48 hours that you know almost nothing about?

Authors Note: Requests are open :) <3

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“Like that?” He asked from behind me, his lips at my ear as he jut his hips forward over and over, still a little sloppy from the 3…5…8? shots of whiskey we’d ingested earlier. The 2…3…4? rips off the communal bong probably didn’t help either.

“Yeah. Right there. God, don’t stop” I breathed, barely above a whisper hand gripping the headboard, nail beds turning white. The bass from the music downstairs at the party reverberating through every cell in my body.

I’d love to tell you that ‘I don't usually do this’ and to be fair that would have been true of me a few months ago. The whole post break up bender is really not my style but if sex drugs and rock n’ roll chase the pain away then call me Keith Richards.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” I could feel his breath on my neck, his long hair mingling with the strands of mine. The second I arched my back, giving him access to go deeper, we both gasped.

“I-I’m gonna come.” I moaned. I don’t remember much about how we got into this bed together but what I can recall is a lot of clumsy foreplay, a verbal and enthusiastic ‘yes’ from both parties, and one more shot of whisky each from his flask, I’m not positive that we even exchanged names. At least I don’t remember his. I’m sure it’d been minutes since we’d stumbled up the stairs but it felt like much longer.

I could feel the muscles of his abdomen harden against my back and his legs go stiff. I knew he was close and before I could say anything, he was doubled over me, panting and moaning; coming into the condom.

“Nooo, no no no wait, come onnnn, I was almost there” I dropped my forehead on top of my hand where it was gripping the headboard. I rolled my eyes and sloughed him off of me. “You selfish little shit” I mumbled, getting up to stumble around naked, looking for my jeans.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it, you felt so good, Specks.” He slurred. I cringe at the stupid nickname he’d given me from earlier that night. Very original. I pushed my glasses up my nose and turned around to throw a pillow at him. “Hey wait, come back, I want you to finish, come on,” He crawls to my side of the bed and reaches out to grab my hips.

“Pleaseeeee” I huff out a laugh, prying his hands off me. “I’m good. My shower head at home will get the job done just fine. You had your chance.”

“Ouch” He groans, falling back onto the bed, stabbing an invisible knife into his chest. I let my eyes linger there for a moment. Admiring the rise and fall of his chest. The way the soft, warm light from the salt lamp on the bedside table made his sun kissed skin glow the most mesmerizing shade of bronze. A brown quartz pendant rested between his collar bones. And then a loud burp from said chest snapped me back into reality. I looked around the bedroom for the rest of my things, stepping over abandoned beer bottles and discarded sweatshirts.

“Where the fuck is my shirt?” I grumble, tossing his pants out of my way as I stumble around the dark room. Getting cross faded always sounds like a good idea until you have to focus on literally anything. Giving up, I grab the first shirt I can find in the disaster that is this bedroom floor. ‘I went to Las Vegas and all I got was this lousy t-shirt.’ Perfect.

“Goodnight-” I begin, but stop short as I look back one more time to see him already half asleep.

_______one month later________

“No, fuck YOU” I yell as the large wooden door to my apartment slams shut. The picture hanging to the right of the door shook against the wall. I flip my middle finger at the photo and pull it from the nail, tossing the photo of me and my ex-roommate into the garbage, frame and all.

I’ll spare you the details of the absolute nightmare that was Kirsten. Living with her was fun until it wasn't. Kirsten was the worst brand of ostentatious. The kind of girl you’re excited to hang out with until she opens her mouth about how she shared a drink with Hozier (during her study abroad trip, because of course she studied abroad) while he was still just playing in tiny pubs in Ireland.

The hunt was on, yet again and I was starting to think I was cursed. Like I was the ‘Good Luck Chuck’ of roommates. First Tom transfers to a school out of state, then Amanda moves in with her boyfriend and finally things with Kirsten come to a fiery, combusting end after months of increasing, palpable tension. And not the sexy kind.

The next morning I posted an ad looking for a new roommate. With Kirsten’s on-brand, ergo incredibly inconsiderate surprise departure, I was desperate for someone to help split the cost of rent. I had four days until the start of a new month. Four days to find a roommate. Fortunately, I wasn't new to this game. I was, however, dreading the process of wading through dozens of applicants, exhausting myself with the chore of borderline stalking these individuals on every platform imaginable. So, naturally I was shocked when I checked my inbox that evening to only 2 new applicants. The first was Abby Williams. She looked nice enough but upon further investigation planned on ‘figuring out a job situation in a few weeks’. Lets just say I needed a tad more reliability when it came to things like, I don't know, paying the bills.

The only other applicant that had come in was a guy named Sam. No last name. No photo. No way to find him on social media. Really nothing to go off of other than the short blurb he’d added to his email:

“Looking for a place close to the train. Full time job. I pay rent on time and I’m pretty clean. Benefits of choosing me: access to a substantial vinyl collection from someone with top tier music taste and maker of the best goddamn margarita you'll ever drink *confirmed.”

I woke up the next morning to a whopping 0 new applications. Therefore, without giving it too much more thought, I texted the number in Sam’s email.

________two days later _________

It’s move-in day. Sam texted and said he was on his way, so here I am, anxiously awaiting his arrival. He seemed as normal as anyone can be over text and I was praying for the best. The questions were starting to flood my mind. What does he look like? What if we hate each other? I know I’m desperate but is this really the right way to go about finding a new roommate? I was starting to feel a pit in my stomach that maybe this was a mistake. I couldn’t stop pacing the kitchen, constantly fiddling with the dish towel hanging on the oven door and rearranging the stack of coupons that came in the mail that I keep meaning to recycle.

I hear a faint tap on the door and my heart drops. Why am I nervous? I can hear Sam’s feet shuffling around just beyond the door. Maybe he’s just as nervous as I am. “Please don’t ‘Ted Bundy’ me.” I whisper to myself as I open the door with a smile on my face, begging myself internally for it to come off as sincere. The second we lock eyes, I get the strangest feeling of deja vu I’ve ever experienced. He seems to sense something too, because everything he was holding in his arms quickly scatters across the entryway.

“Shit” He mutters, instantly dropping to his knees to gather the items into the large cardboard box he’d been balancing in one arm. “Sorry about that.” he chuckles.

“No sweat” You kneel, picking up a salt lamp you’re shocked didn’t chip the hardwood. “Welcome home, I guess” you smile again. He stares back, taking just a single beat before smiling and responding.

“Yeah, thanks.” He raises his hand like he’s reaching to shake yours but pulls back as if he’s second guessing his gesture, sliding it into his pocket instead. “Uh, thanks for agreeing to let me move in with such short notice.”

“Oh no, really, like I said, it's you who's doing me the favor here. I was about to be completely fucked for rent if you hadn’t come along.”

“Win, win then” he offers, smiling again.

_______________________

Moving Sam in went incredibly smoothly. Once I showed him where his room and our shared bathroom were, I followed him downstairs to help him unload.

“Hey! There she is!” I heard the voice before I saw who it was coming from. Well, I saw the back end of him first. The body attached to said voice came shimmying out, ass first, of the trunk of a white Jeep truck; microwave in his arms. “I’m Josh. Sam’s brother.” he beamed.

“Nice to meet you” I couldn’t help but return a wide, authentic smile. The man gave off the energy of sunshine personified. The three of us made a few trips up and down the elevator, both of them laughing at my genuine shock at how few items Sam really owned.

“I guess I’m one of those modern minimalists” he smirked, wagging his eyebrows at me, clearly waiting for me to praise him for this fact.

“Hmm.” I breathe. “Could never be me” Josh’s cackle echoes in the small elevator, his head tossing back, curls shaking wildly. Sam sends a playful punch to his brother's arm.

“Hey, I’m counting on you to humble his pretentious ass like that again as much as possible” Josh hugs you both before heading out and then it’s just you and Sam again.

“How do you feel about pizza for dinner?” Sam asks “I feel like pizza is some sort of unspoken requirement on moving days”. He dials the phone for the nearest pizza place and we both agree we hadn’t realized how hungry we were until it was time to order. Over dinner we got to know each other a bit more, I learned that Sam was in a band, hence his love of music. He had recently broken things off with a long term girlfriend a few months ago and had two other siblings besides Josh. The more we talked, stuffing our faces, the more I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something so familiar about him.

After our greasy dinner, Sam fell into a well deserved food coma. I quietly cleaned up the living room a bit and I headed to the shower to wash away the sweat of the day and the pizza grease from my hands.

I turn the shower on and let it warm up a bit before stepping in. Trying my best to be courteous and not wake Sam, I practically tiptoe around the apartment. My efforts may have been for not, however, because he’s half on the couch, half on the floor, snoring with a plate of pizza still in his hand. Am I worrying about grease stains on the rug? Yes. Is the sight of him in this state breathtakingly charming? Also, yes.

While the shower is warming, I step into my room to grab a change of clothes to take into the bathroom with me. I grab my favorite sweatpants, this corny Las Vegas t-shirt, and a change of panties.

I finished up my shower and stepped out, drying off my body. Before I could even blink twice—Sam was standing in the doorway, naked.

“Oh fuck! I am so sorry, I had no idea you were even here still”, he says, clenching his eyes closed. He’s cupping his junk in one hand and covering his eyes with the other, holding back a laugh.

I spin back to face the shower, cheeks turning bright red as I clutch the towel closer to my still dripping body. “It was bound to happen at some point, don’t worry yourself too much”

Although he wasn’t looking at me, I did catch a close glimpse of him before turning away. That deja vu feeling hit me like a ton of bricks again. Is it just me that has this feeling? Does he notice it too?

The room fills with a strange, yet somehow comfortable silence. Neither of us have moved. We both just stand there, feet apart from each other, my back to him- his eyes closed—or so I thought.

I chance a look over my shoulder to assess the situation and to my surprise he’s staring back at me. That’s when I notice it–his pendant. It was the same brown quartz pendant from a few weeks ago at that frat party. Should I say something? Does he even remember me? Or will he think I’m crazy for remembering him for such a small detail? I decide to see how far I can take this curiosity.

“So, are you still interested in showering? Or is something else on your mind?” I ask. He gives me a playful grin right before closing the gap between us in two quick strides. I gasp as he grabs me. One hand on my hip, guiding me, the other around my throat, pinning me to the bathroom wall. This is a very different version of him than I experienced the first time, but I’m going to let this play out.

I watch his eyes flicker down to my lips a few times, both of our mouths open, breath mingling in the inch of space between us. Surprising me again, Sam picks me up, arms hooked under my knees, and forcefully sits me on the bathroom counter. He’s panting now as his fingers slowly trace down, closer to my core. All the while, not once breaking eye contact. He raises one eyebrow, simultaneously darting his tongue out to wet his lips, silently asking for permission to continue the work his fingers have started. I nod once, eagerly giving in. His cheek is pressed to mine then, fingers finally reaching their destination. As soon as he feels me, he’s moaning in my ear, “fuck you’re so wet already, what’s got you in such a good mood?” That does it for me and I reach between us, quickly grabbing his dick and start stroking it, up and down, as I watch him start to unravel before me. I slow my motions, careful to not let him get there yet. I learned my lesson the first time. But has he?

He starts kissing my neck, then, biting playfully every so often, followed by a light press against my throat with his thumb. With each move he makes, I can feel myself growing thirstier and thirstier for him. His hand moves its way down my body, grabbing my breasts by the handful and flicking his tongue against the hardened buds of my nipples. I let out a strangled moan and his eyes find mine again “Yeah? I know you like that.” he teases.

My head tips back as he drops to his knees in front of me, grabbing my hips. The veins on the tops of his hands protruding in the most obscene way. Pulling my center against his face almost sends me into orbit. I can feel his every breath against me, and damn was he good at this. While tracing a figure eight with his tongue through my folds, he starts pumping two fingers in and out of me, grabbing and pulling my hips closer to himself with his free hand. “Feels so good, Sam. Just a little longer” I breathe. He stops to take a breath and kisses his way back up my torso, reaching my lips again. As the kiss deepens, I tug on his bottom lip with my teeth, causing him to huff out a breath directly into my mouth.

“Fuck it” he smiles and lifts me up again. I squeal as he brings us both (shockingly gracefully) down to the floor. My back immediately arches off the tile and I inhale a sharp breath.

“Cold!” I whimper “cold, cold cold cold cold!”

“Shit, sorry” he laughs and pulls my discarded towel to lay under my back. Now normally, I’d prefer the bed. But fuck, something about him is so intoxicating that I cant bring myself to care. “Do you, uhh?” He looks around the room.

“Oh shit, yeah- under the sink.” He opens the cupboard door and roots around until he finds the box of condoms. Ripping one open with his teeth, he slips it on and I watch as he slowly rolls it on. I know he knows I’m staring because he really seems to be making a show of it. He starts kissing me again and I can feel myself getting more and more restless.

“Please, Sam just fuck me.” I practically beg. He sucks hard on my neck once more before lining himself up with me and starts pumping in and out at a perfect pace.

“Fuck you feel so good, I fit perfectly” He groans, his lips brushing my ear.

“Oh my god” I whine. My back starts arching, legs start shaking, and before I know it, I blurt out “I’m gonna come Sam, just a little more”, I reach a hand down between us to rub fast, small circles over my clit. His hand knocks mine out of the way and he replaces it with his own.

“No, no” he smirks at me. “I’m finishing right this time.” And there it is. The confirmation of questions left unasked. He does recognize me. I start to laugh in knowing response, but it’s cut short and replaced by a borderline pornographic moan as he lifts my leg up around his hip, causing him to go even deeper, hitting that spot inside me at the most perfect angle. “Come on. Let go, baby” He encourages me as his pace picks up a bit. I start seeing stars, letting my release wash over me. I feel that tingling warmth start like a fire in my belly and spread over my entire body. Before I know it, he’s doubled over me again, coming into the condom. We lay there for a moment, catching our breath as he strokes my hair.

He gently slips out of me and I hiss at the feeling of loss. He stands up and reaches his hand down to help me up. On his face is the most irritatingly sexy, shit-eating grin. He reaches around me to turn the shower back on. “Now, was that better than your showerhead?”

Part 2 is out now, you can read it here!

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paradisecas · 2 years ago

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heating up macking cheese in the michael wave

@midamoulweek day 5: date night

ghoul as a cucumber- dont forget date night tonight. ill kill you if you do

potassium adam- damn again?

ghoul as a cucumber- yes again. hurry home after work, lover <3

michaelwave- Okay.

ghoul as a cucumber- you can take your time actually.

—

ghoul as a cucumber- helloooo i SAID its date night

ghoul as a cucumber- adam when are you coming hooome your dinner is getting cold :(

ghoul as a cucumber- i made pastaaaaa

potassium adam- ah shit ghoul I’m sorry

potassium adam- I’m still at workkk I forgot abt a stupid meeting I have to go to

potassium adam- michael are u gonna be home soon?

michaelwave- I will also be late. Jack and I are working on repairing something.

ghoul as a cucumber- ooooh what broke in heaven

michaelwave- It’s nothing that concerns you, nor is it something your tiny mind could comprehend.

ghoul as a cucumber- youd tell adam :(

michaelwave- Yeah, because Adam is smart.

potassium adam- lmfao

ghoul as a cucumber- 8’(

potassium adam- I’ll explain it to u l8r

ghoul as a cucumber- 8’)

potassium adam- ok meeting time. bye. be nice.

ghoul as a cucumber- i miss you already

michaelwave- I am also turning off my phone. Try not to burn the house down.

michaelwave- Again.

ghoul as a cucumber- i dont miss you ever

ghoul as a cucumber- also i literally already made the food how would i burn the house down now

michaelwave- I think you could find a way.

—

ghoul as a cucumber- sigh

ghoul as a cucumber- siiiiiiigh

ghoul as a cucumber- SIIIGH

ghoul as a cucumber- :(

ghoul as a cucumber- poor ghoul. so alone.

ghoul as a cucumber- he made dinner for his lovely boyfriend

ghoul as a cucumber- and his boyfriends pitiful little creature

ghoul as a cucumber- and now hes just sitting at home allll alone

ghoul as a cucumber- its date night but who is here to be his date?

ghoul as a cucumber- 8’(((((((

michaelwave- Shut up.

ghoul as a cucumber- SSSIIIIIIIIIGGGGGHHHH

ghoul as a cucumber- i am sooo lonely

ghoul as a cucumber- oh it is reminding me of my youth…

ghoul as a cucumber- alone in a graveyard… digging for scraps…

michaelwave- Shut UP. Nobody cares.

potassium adam- ok jeez I’m here I’ll talk to u

potassium adam- if I get caught not paying attention and lose my job that’s on u

ghoul as a cucumber- i will take those odds!!

ghoul as a cucumber- i have a question. if i was a worm would you still love me

potassium adam- u already are a worm

ghoul as a cucumber- i was afraid you’d say that.

potassium adam- what does that even mean tho

ghoul as a cucumber- its a thing online

michaelwave- You spend too much time on the internet.

ghoul as a cucumber- so bossy

ghoul as a cucumber- what else am i sposed to do all day

potassium adam- u could start a garden

michaelwave- You could work on altering your entire personality.

ghoul as a cucumber- wow rude

michaelwave- :/

potassium adam- play nice

ghoul as a cucumber- okay dad ;)

potassium adam- STOPP

potassium adam- not u too

ghoul as a cucumber- oh lmao right with the

michaelwave- I’ll smite you.

ghoul as a cucumber- i will not take those odds

potassium adam- no smiting on date night

potassium adam- michael we’ve been over this

michaelwave- I will restrain myself tonight, I suppose.

ghoul as a cucumber- :)>

potassium adam- why does he hav a beard

ghoul as a cucumber- ugh i wanted him to have a sharp tooth

ghoul as a cucumber- so it would be me. im trying to show you im a silly little rapscallion who doesnt deserve to be smote or abandoned on date night

potassium adam- ur not abandoned smh

potassium adam- and u won’t be smote

ghoul as a cucumber- is this any better :P>

michaelwave- How would that be any better?

ghoul as a cucumber- UGH i know

ghoul as a cucumber- michael use your powers to make some punctuation i can use to make a sharp tooth

michaelwave- No.

ghoul as a cucumber- come onnnn

michaelwave- I can’t actually do everything.

ghoul as a cucumber- useless

michaelwave- It sounds like you only want me for my powers.

ghoul as a cucumber- yes? is this news to you somehow?

michaelwave- Adam :(

potassium adam- I mean…

potassium adam- they r def a plus

ghoul as a cucumber- no you have to side with him or he’ll never help us again

michaelwave- I don’t even want to do date night anymore.

michaelwave- Certainly not with a wretched creature like you.

potassium adam- like me?

michaelwave- No! Of course not.

michaelwave- You are the opposite of a creature.

ghoul as a cucumber- whipped lol

potassium adam- I’m not even sure what the opposite of a creature is

michaelwave- I think I’ll stay in Heaven tonight.

potassium adam- noo it’s date night

michaelwave- :(

potassium adam- :)

michaelwave- :/

potassium adam- :D

michaelwave- :)

potassium adam- <3

ghoul as a cucumber- gross gross gross gross

ghoul as a cucumber- you two are worse than that middle schooler i ate

ghoul as a cucumber- literally how is it you spent a thousand fucking years together and you still act like middle schoolers with a crush

potassium adam- ugh don’t talk abt eating kids. blocked.

ghoul as a cucumber- heyy :( she was already dead

ghoul as a cucumber- blocking me is not going to solve your problems

potassium adam- I can’t hear you ur blocked

ghoul as a cucumber- how did you know i even said anything

potassium adam- michael I think my phone’s broken I keep getting notifications but no messages? :/

ghoul as a cucumber- wow adam youre soo funny

potassium adam- thank you :-)

ghoul as a cucumber- am i unblocked now?

michaelwave- He has selective hearing.

michaelwave- Selective reading too, I suppose.

ghoul as a cucumber- and you know this becauseee

michaelwave- The aforementioned thousand years together?

potassium adam- michael used to be a real assho

ghoul as a cucumber- ass hoe lol

michaelwave- But you love me now, right?

ghoul as a cucumber- no he loves ME now

michaelwave- Adam I’m not an assho anymore right.

michaelwave- Adam :(

ghoul as a cucumber- youre still an assho and he hates you

michaelwave- :((

potassium adam- sorry the boss walked by

michaelwave- You don’t hate me now do you?

potassium adam- no michael, I don’t hate you

ghoul as a cucumber- i hate him

potassium adam- I know u do

michaelwave- You didn’t say you love me :(

potassium adam- I love u

michaelwave- I love you too :)

ghoul as a cucumber- lmao michael youre so pathetic

michaelwave- Why just me?

michaelwave- Not that I want you to call Adam pathetic.

potassium adam- whipped

ghoul as a cucumber- i actually like adam so

potassium adam- harsh

potassium adam- also. whipped

potassium adam- I like u too :)

ghoul as a cucumber- great we all like each other

michaelwave- Not all of us.

ghoul as a cucumber- cool

ghoul as a cucumber- anyway i am still all alone

ghoul as a cucumber- that hasnt been fixed

potassium adam- I couldn’t miss this meeting :(

potassium adam- sorry 4 being so late :((

michaelwave- Look what you did. You made him sad.

ghoul as a cucumber- he made me sad first!

potassium adam- D:

ghoul as a cucumber- at least youre texting me

ghoul as a cucumber- its almost like we’re together <3

potassium adam- ugh :^/ boss almost caught me on my phone earlier and now he’s staring at me

potassium adam- I might have 2 actually actually pay attention

ghoul as a cucumber- and not text me?

potassium adam- it’s like u want me 2 lose my job

ghoul as a cucumber- the alternative is dying of loneliness adam

ghoul as a cucumber- if you dont pay attention to me for five minutes surely i will perish

ghoul as a cucumber- haha

ghoul as a cucumber- sound like someone you know?

michaelwave- I wish you would perish.

ghoul as a cucumber- uh oh looks like someone ate the pasta i so lovingly cooked for you

michaelwave- I don't even need to eat.

potassium adam- boss is standing up I gtg michael u pay attention 2 him

michaelwave- Why :(

potassium adam- ghoul don’t eat my dinner :’(

ghoul as a cucumber- i would never eat your dinner <3

potassium adam- precedence says that’s a lie but I’ll believe u rn

potassium adam- ok bye

ghoul as a cucumber- soooo mikey ;) youre paying attention to me now?

michaelwave- Don't call me Mikey.

michaelwave- And I’d rather you die of loneliness.

ghoul as a cucumber- eating your dinner isnt enough

ghoul as a cucumber- im going to eat your wings next time i see you

michaelwave- That’s physically impossible.

michaelwave- You can't even see my wings.

ghoul as a cucumber- you’re no funnn

ghoul as a cucumber- addaaammmm come baacckkk

michaelwave- He’s busy.

ghoul as a cucumber- you’re doing surprisingly well for not having all his attention on you right now

michaelwave- I’m not an incompetent.

michaelwave- I can handle allowing Adam to attend his meeting. Without complaining.

ghoul as a cucumber- bull

ghoul as a cucumber- was it not you who pitched such a fit when he was late for the date night you were in charge of that you kidnapped him from work and had to erase a bunch of peoples memories

michaelwave- I don't know what you’re talking about.

ghoul as a cucumber- adam your pathetic baby is lying again

michaelwave- You already lied to him!

ghoul as a cucumber- i wouldn’t eat his dinner that iiii made!

ghoul as a cucumber- im not a monster

michaelwave- I beg to differ.

ghoul as a cucumber- i like it when you beg ;)

potassium adam- ok boss is looking at someone else now

potassium adam- could the 2 of you behave for 1 minute

michaelwave- I don’t think it’s possible for Ghoul to behave ever.

ghoul as a cucumber- you know mikey’s real good at behaving ;)

michaelwave- I hate you.

michaelwave- And don't call me Mikey.

michaelwave- You know I hate that.

potassium adam- don't call him mikey it’ll only provoke him

ghoul as a cucumber- stop siding with him :(

potassium adam- and michael don't call him a monster it's rude

ghoul as a cucumber- yeah !! B)

michaelwave- Adam, he ate you.

ghoul as a cucumber- heyy

ghoul as a cucumber- you’re the one who dragged him to hell

potassium adam- yes yes you’ve both done terrible things 2 me

potassium adam- for how often u remind me of that it’s almost like u want me to find someone else

michaelwave- Adam!

ghoul as a cucumber- nooo

ghoul as a cucumber- you’re so sexy dont break up with me

ghoul as a cucumber- i really didn’t eat your dinner

potassium adam- I’m not breaking up w/ u smh

michaelwave- I can behave!

ghoul as a cucumber- yeah i already said that

potassium adam- u behave too

ghoul as a cucumber- i am sitting at home in front of two plates of very delicious pasta being very well behaved

michaelwave- Somehow, I doubt that.

ghoul as a cucumber- im even wearing the maid costume

potassium adam- whyy did u buy that

potassium adam- and why r u wearing it now

ghoul as a cucumber- i bought it because i thought michael would look nice in it

ghoul as a cucumber- ‘,:)

ghoul as a cucumber- eyebrow lift

potassium adam- nice

ghoul as a cucumber- thanks

michaelwave- Ugh.

ghoul as a cucumber- anyway im wearing it because he wouldnt and SOMEONE has to

ghoul as a cucumber- it was just sitting there collecting dust

ghoul as a cucumber- like i am right now :(

michaelwave- UGH.

ghoul as a cucumber- plus im a homemaker arent i? so it’s better for me anyway. i know i look better in it than michael would

michaelwave- I’ll kill you.

potassium adam- I bet u do ;)

ghoul as a cucumber- what happened to behaving

michaelwave- You rotten little creature.

ghoul as a cucumber- whoa keep it in your pants buddy

michaelwave- That is NOT what’s appening here.

ghoul as a cucumber- no need to play coy, we all know im your favorite ;)

potassium adam- hey :”(

potassium adam- I’M supposed to be the favorite

michaelwave- Do you seriously think I could ever prefer that wretched thing over you?

ghoul as a cucumber- idk mikey our sexual tension is through the roof

michaelwave- Lies and slander.

michaelwave- And don’t call me Mikey!!

potassium adam- ghoul what did I just tell u abt that!

ghoul as a cucumber- ugh just do your meeting

ghoul as a cucumber- i will suffer all on my own :( </3

potassium adam- thank u. I think we’re wrapping up should be like half an hour

potassium adam- ok?

michaelwave- I will remain in Heaven until you are home

potassium adam- are u done?

michaelwave- As much as we can be for now.

potassium adam- then why not go home rn?

michaelwave- You want me to behave, yes?

potassium adam- ok yeah that's fair

potassium adam- wait until I’m home

potassium adam- and please dont smite ghoul on sight

michaelwave- You ask so much of me.

ghoul as a cucumber- you smite me again i eat your wings i mean it

ghoul as a cucumber- fry em up

ghoul as a cucumber- crispy and golden brown

ghoul as a cucumber- finger lickin good

ghoul as a cucumber- just like adam ;P

michaelwave- That's IT.

ghoul as a cucumber- nooo it was just a jöke ;(

michaelwave- Your jokes make me sick.

ghoul as a cucumber- you make me sick

michaelwave- I am trying to behave.

michaelwave- We can be civil for date night, yes?

ghoul as a cucumber- just for the date part

ghoul as a cucumber- if you wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of me cooking up your wings just know you deserve it

michaelwave- I don’t sleep.

michaelwave- There is no way I’m not smiting you tonight.

ghoul as a cucumber- you can try allll u like

ghoul as a cucumber- but no smiting on date night :) thems the rules

michaelwave- No threatening to eat me on date night either.

ghoul as a cucumber- booo thats no fun

ghoul as a cucumber- youre supposed to be dessert

michaelwave- I’m not talking to you anymore.

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potassium adam- ok FINALLY the stupid meeting is over and I am otw home

michaelwave- Would you like an escort?

potassium adam- if u wouldn't mind <3

ghoul as a cucumber- you never offer to fly ME anywhere

michaelwave- I’ll fly you to Purgatory anytime.

ghoul as a cucumber- it’s a date <3

ghoul as a cucumber- adam should i take off the maid costume

ghoul as a cucumber- is michael actually gonna smite me again

potassium adam- I won't let him

potassium adam- ….

potassium adam- keep it on.

#midamoulweek #sorry for being cringe im feeling very 16 w this #i am a creature of nostalgia or whatever #thats the excuse im going w #anyway #few thing #potassium adam comes from a website that gave me 'puns' that were really just 'rhymes'#and its. potsasium alum or something #but potassium adam kills me #ghoul as a cucumber from the sme webbed site #also #i think if they saw the michael wave post. it would change everyones lives #mine #my writing #potassium adam makes this whole fic worth it to me #not sfw #<- i forgot what i wrote sorry

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kingdomofvellia · 3 years ago

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Alice: *Huff* Ryoma, I cannot do this much longer..! Ryoma: Nonsense! This is what being alive feels like! Alice: Well I- *Huff* I feel like I am about to pass out!

Alice: *Cough, cough* Okay, that’s it, I’m dying... Ryoma: Oh come on, it’s not far now! Alice: You said that 20 minutes ago..!

Alice: Do you hate me, onii-sama? Ryoma: Haha, no! I just want you to be healthy! Alice: You do hate me... I get it...

Alice: Kaze... Carry me back and I’ll buy you whatever you want at the market... Kaze: Whatever I want, huh? Intriguing... Saizo: Don’t mooch on Her Majesty, brother. Kaze: Oh, come on! I just happen to be in the mood for seafood! Alice: Carry me home and I’ll buy you all the seafood in the world.

Ryoma: Okay, break’s over! Let’s go, Alice! Alice: Uuurgh.

Alice: You do hate me. Ryoma: I love you!

Alice: Uuurgh...

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Shiloh: Hnnnnn... Chidori: Come on, Shiloh! We don’t have all day!

Chidori: You could just admit defeat now if you want to. There’s no shame in losing. Shiloh: I’m not losing, I just need to...

Shiloh: ... Star, five! Good luck beating that, Princess Sakura! Sakura: Hah, I’ll do my best! Chidori: Come onnnn, it’s not even a good card!

Sakura: Chidori-chan, please be kind! This is the first time Shiloh-kun is playing! Chidori: You’re right... I’m sorry, Shiloh-kun... Shiloh: It’s okay! *Knock, knock* Sakura: Come in!

Staff: Sakura-sama? Alice-sama was asking for you!

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Kaze: All respect to His Majesty, but holy shit. Alice: I know right? Kaze: My back feels like I snapped it in two. Alice: Yeah but that is because you carried me, not because you ran.

Kaze: Gotta earn that snack somehow! Alice: Pfft, aren’t you literally a noble? Kaze: Yeah, but Saizo’s the heir! I only get the scraps, you know? Alice: Yes, I can see that, the shirt you’re wearing is only 2000g.

Kaze: The one Saizo wore is about 4000g! Sakura: Erm... Y-you asked for me?

Kaze: Sakura-sama. Sakura: He-hello Kaze-sama..! And to you, of course, Onee-sama! Alice: Hi! You got here fast! Sakura: O-of course, I did not want to make you wait. Alice: Aw, Sakura-chan, you know you don’t have to please everyone all the time!

Sakura: I know, but erm... Wh-what can I do for you? Alice: Kaze and I are heading into town for some seafood, would you like to join us? Sakura: A-ah, I’d love to, but shouldn’t you ask Pr-Prince Leo? Alice: No, he is spending time with Niles before the wedding. Besides, we want you to come, not some grouchy pant!.

Sakura: Th-that makes me... very happy, Onee-sama! Alice: So you’re coming? Sakura: Y-yes, if you don’t mind!

Alice: Of course we don’t mind! Right, Kaze? Kaze: Not at all. I am very honored you want to come with us, Sakura-sama. Sakura: Thank you so very much...

Alice: Can I have an hour to get ready? Sakura: O-of course! I am playing cards with Shiloh-kun and Chidori-chan anyway, I-I am sure they’d like to finish..! Alice: Great! I’ll text you when I’m almost done!

Sakura: That sounds grea-

Kaze: ... It’s good seeing you again, Sakura-chan.

Sakura: ...

Alice: Uuurgh... I won’t be able to walk tomorrow... Kaze: His Majesty did work us hard, Your Majesty.

Alice: Yeah... Typical Ryoma to always do things to the extreme... Kaze: You should learn something from him! Alice: Hey! I work hard enough as it is!

Sakura: ...

#The Sims 4 #The Sims 4 Royal #Sims 4 #TS4 #TS4 Royal #Sim: Alice #Sim: Ryoma #Sim: Kaze #Sim: Saizo #Sim: Sakura #Sim: Shiloh #Sim: Chidori

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mooniefics · 4 years ago

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in the grand scheme of things [ 3 ]

pairings : zeke jaeger / reader, referenced eren jaeger / reader

word count : 5.5k

tags : unhealthy relationships, relationship discussions, implied cheating, drinking, break ups, mutual infidelity, dubious morality, love triangles

warning : descriptions of alcohol and drug use

summary : you and eren hadn't been doing the best these past few months, and no one that you knew seemed to have any answers for you, or pointers in the right direction. who better to offer you some sound, insightful relationship advice than his older brother. or so you thought.

— originally posted 1 / 28 / 21 on ao3 —

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sasha 3:47 pm hey u down to party tonight?? jean told connie he could get us into another one of the azo parties again

you sighed at the sight of the notifications on your phone from its place on the passenger's seat, pensively drumming your fingers on your steering wheel. the most recent party of the most popular fraternity chapter on your campus you'd attended had been the last party you'd subjected yourself to attending—the halloween party where you'd gotten ditched out and subsequently cheated on. though you could admit that it had been fun in the moment, especially when you had caught the struggle between sasha and historia when she saw your roommate snap a picture of her kissing the standoffish sophomore that always helped her with her english lit homework, ymir, rather than the fraternity guy she was meant to be with.

the memory of that night, at least the time before you'd realized your boyfriend and his annoyingly attractive best friend were nowhere to be found, made you consider. classes did start back up next week, and the most eventful thing you'd done over the break was your quaint little family get-together for new year's eve—and your two rendezvous with zeke, meetings that you were slowly beginning to feel more and more skeptical about as time went on—and you were sure that your second semester would drown you in work just as much—if not more—than you'd had in your first semester. so as soon as you came to a stop at a red light, you picked your phone up to shoot her back a message, laughing to yourself when she replied instantly.

you 3:51 pm party on a wednesday? really?

sasha 3:51 pm come onnnn please??? i heard nikos gonna be there! ur rlly gonna make me go all alone??

so that was why she wanted to go, to see the foreign culinary major that somehow always managed to send her back to the dorm with a large plate of food and a blinding smile plastered on her face for at least the next hour. you were honestly surprised that they hadn't gotten together yet, considering how many common interests they'd shared.

a pleasant thought suddenly popped into your head, the thought that she was probably asking you because mikasa had already declined, meaning that she wouldn't be in attendance. armin was out in turkey with eren, ensuring his absence. that fact made you feel a bit less anxious about accepting sasha's invitation. you could catch up with the friends you'd been unable to see while you were off-campus—or too swamped with work to be able to reach out to—let loose one last time before you were trapped back in the monotonous cycle of working, sleeping, crying, and eating for the next couple months until spring break. your mind had been made up.

you 3:52 pm fine. i'll go as moral support. but no promises u won't have to babysit after you've had ur fun with nikolo this break has been rough for me lol

sasha 3:53 pm oh god my i loveyou so much already picking out our outfits

you chuckled to yourself, slipping your phone into the cupholder as the brake lights of the car in front of you flashed off and you eased your foot onto the gas. you made it back to the dorm relatively quickly, sasha more than elated to see you even though you didn't have any food to bring back for her. and just as her text message had read, she'd already laid out one of your nicer dresses and a set of heels that didn't absolutely kill your feet by the end of the night by your bed, digging through the closet with a pile of discarded clothes growing on the floor.

"thanks sash," you giggled, "but don't you think it's a little to be getting ready? what time's the party?"

"connie told me seven-thirty, but jean said for us to come an hour later so we aren't the only ones there." she spoke over her shoulder, huffing as she tossed another piece of clothing aside, "but i wanna look good! i'm gonna hop in the shower as soon as i find the right thing to wear."

holding out your dress before you, you frowned. it was simple, black and made of a sheer, clingy material with lace accents decorating the low neckline, thin straps that bared the entirety of your shoulders and a modest amount of cleavage. it was one of your favorites, but the half-healed bruises scattered across the skin that would be exposed by it wasn't ideal.

"oh, don't forget to take a cheap coat that you don't mind forgetting. it's kinda chilly out, and i always end up losing track of mine during the night."

you let out a breath of relief, remembering that covering up a bit more would be weather appropriate. "yeah, i'll wear a long-sleeved undershirt and something light on top." perfect.

you waited until sasha had gathered her toiletries and scurried off to the nearest bathroom to change clothes, feeling your face heat up at the thought of zeke, the initial deep pigmentation having faded out over the last two days but still a very visible shade of faint red. you were fully dressed upon your roommate's return, earning an excited slew of compliments from her as she wrapped up her hair in a towel and settled down beside you to get started on her makeup.

you were actually grateful for how early she'd insisted on getting ready considering how long she'd agonized over her eyeliner, or how many times she'd applied and removed her lashes, complaining that "something was off" or "it just didn't look right". your suggested time of arrival came in no time at all, and by then sasha was more than eager to start rushing you despite the pace she'd been moving at earlier.

"hurry!! if niko brings food, i don't wanna get there by the time it's all gone!" she whined, jiggling the doorknob to your room impatiently, "for the thanksgiving party, he brought a charcuterie board with all these nice cheeses on it and it was so good, he looked so happy watching me eat it, it was so cute!"

you chuckled softly at her enthusiasm, shoving the last of your things into your clutch, zipping up your phone in the small inner pocket to insure that you didn't drop it and forget on the floor of someone's house this time. "i'm sure that even if we got there late, he'd set aside plenty of food for you."

the walk to the fraternity's designated house was made much shorter by sasha's insistence, practically dragging you along by the wrist the whole way at a near jog. you couldn't deny that you were feeling a bit nervous about the whole ordeal, knowing that you would have sasha, connie, and jean at the very least, but unaware as to what you would really do besides mill around. at the halloween party, you'd been able to play the variety of drinking games that had been set out for the guests with eren and his friends, but now you weren't entirely sure who to stick to for the majority of the night.

you didn't want to bother jean or connie after they'd gotten secured you an invite, and you were sure that sasha was expecting to be able to spend some time alone with the guy she'd came to see in the first place, meaning you'd have to spend a majority of the night alone, or the unfavorable option of mingling with unfamiliar people. but you realized that was a pill you'd have to swallow as you approached the steps of the house, nearly tripping up over your feet from the speed that sasha was hauling you along at, watching her furiously knock at the door.

there were people wandering about in the yard, some on their phones, most likely waiting for their own friends to arrive, and a smoky stench of something that definitely wasn't just tobacco wafting from the group of men camped out on the porch murmuring amongst each other. you could hear the volume of the music inside the house, almost able to feel it thrumming across the floor if you focused enough.

"thomas!" she exclaimed at the sight of a younger-looking blonde boy when the door opened, whose existence you honestly had no idea about until just now, grinning so broadly it made your own cheeks hurt for her, "jean invited us!"

"oh, come right in." he beamed right back, calling loudly over his shoulder, "yo, jean, your friends are here!"

the inside of the house looked just as you expected, already crowded to max capacity, jean having to maneuver past the throng of people gathered near the front to approach the two of you. "damn, i feel like i haven't seen you in forever." he did his best to speak over the music, wrapping you up in a friendly squeeze, "glad to see you could finally make it." he turned to sasha. "niko's already in the kitchen, by the way. asked when you were coming just a few minutes ago."

sasha's face lit up with glee, turning to you, silently asking for permission to go off on her own as if you could ever deny her and her overly-eager expression. "go get 'em, tiger." you smiled, giving her a few pats on her shoulder to send her off on her way, watching her disappear into the crowd in record time.

but before apprehension of her absence could set in, you felt jean's arm sling around your shoulder, pulling you into his side. "c'mon, you didn't think i was gonna ditch out and let you hang alone all night?" you giggled, turning your head up to look at him properly for the first time.

you'd first met jean in your statistics class, an unfortunate requirement for your major of choice, and initially bonded over your mutual connection through sasha. they'd been good friends in high school, and you'd just moved into a room for at least the next year with her, so you figured it'd do you well to have someone who could get you in her good graces in the event that you two didn't get along. but, thankfully, you two were just fine on your own, and sasha and jean became your first friends outside of the small group you and eren shared.

the only real conflict of interest between the two of you seemed to be your aforementioned boyfriend, and you couldn't really be upset at him for that. eren could be difficult to get along with even at the best of times, he wasn't a terrible person—at least before he'd cheated—but he wasn't exactly the most friendly either.

"is this piercing new?" you asked, reaching up to brush your thumb over the small earring hugging the shell of jean's ear.

"yeah, got it for new year's. pretty hot, right?" you snorted, earning a grin from him, "by the way, if you need to use the bathroom just tell me, the one on the main floor is fucking filthy. and also probably has no toilet paper."

"will do." you could feel the tension ebbing away in his company, at least when you ignored the annoyed glances other girls were sending your way when they noticed his arm around you, "so, what's on the menu for tonight?"

"well, we probably have every kind of alcohol known to man," he said, leaning down to speak into your ear as he began to guide you through the crowded first floor, "beer kegs are out back, junk food and all the inexpensive shit is in the kitchen." he stopped at the opening to a hallway, smile evident in his voice. "but i'm feeling pretty generous tonight, so if you want some of the good stuff we have stashed, just say the word."

"wow, such a gentleman. do you say that to every girl that comes in?" you playfully replied, thankfully far enough away from the music now that you didn't have to talk at nearly a shout.

"only the ones i like." he added a terribly over-exaggerated wink, earning another small laugh from you, "so, what'll it be? vodka, tequila, or triple sec?"

you blinked up at him. "that's it? when you said 'good stuff', i imagined a little more variety."

"beggars can't be choosers, sweetheart. and anyways we're a frat, not a restaurant, so either take your pick or go enjoy some cheap wine while you watch nikolo and sasha drool over each other."

you rolled your eyes, feigning anger in the face of his attitude, huffing out your answer. "surprise me then, frat boy."

"good answer." he said with a grin, "wait here."

he disappeared down the hall, leaving you to stare in silence at the wall before you and listen to the barely muffled sounds of the party going on just a few meters away. you opened up your clutch to fish out your phone, opening it to find your text conversation still open, catching a glimpse of connie's name. you felt a little guilty that you'd almost forgotten about his expected presence, seeing as he had messaged you and you hadn't heard anything from sasha or jean yet. you decided to shoot him a quick text letting him know that you and sasha had arrived, not surprised when he didn't respond as quickly as he usually did, knowing that he was already wrapped up in getting high out of his mind somewhere here or doing so elsewhere.

you opted to kill time tapping through your feed, making it a point to quickly scroll past any posts with armin's handle attached to them. the thought of eren having fun halfway across the world was both pleasant and disheartening at the same time. you felt stupid for still clinging on to the second thoughts about ending things the second he got back. sure, all the dots connected suspiciously well to create a picture that led to the clear conclusion of cheating, but eren wasn't good at hiding things. you remembered the time in your junior year when he'd barely been able to keep your surprise party that your friends had organized you a secret before one of them slipped up about it and exonerated him from blame, and you couldn't help but ask yourself if he was really capable of hiding such a terrible deed when he couldn't even conceal the harmless types of secrets from you.

the more confrontational part of you said that that was ages ago, that both you and him had changed so much since your time in high school, and maybe one of those changes was what made him put so much distance between the two of you these last months rather than hang around you and risk airing out his dirty laundry. you knew you should be angry with him, you would be more than right to be angry with him, but you force yourself to stop clinging to the simpler times, the days when he'd look at you like you'd put the stars in the sky and said all he ever wanted to do was be around you. you couldn't believe how much had changed in so little time.

"ta-da!" jean's voice interrupted your self-pity, a tall plastic cup suddenly occupying your vision, "long island iced tea for the lady. with a straw."

"christ, jean, are you trying to kill me?" you guffawed, taking the cup from him anyways, "my first real party in months and this is what you start me off with?"

"at least give it a try! after i took all that time to make it for you.." he furrowed his brows at you, only relaxing after you took a tentative sip. it was surprisingly not as strong as you thought it would be, a little on the sweeter side, but it served as a good distraction for the burn of five different alcohols sliding down your throat. "pretty good, isn't it?"

"meh. five out of ten." you snarked, giggling around the straw between your lips.

"typical," he lamented, clutching his hands over his heart, "all you and sasha ever do is use me."

"don't lie to yourself, jean. you love us."

you didn't know if it was the dim lighting casting a shadow over his face, but you could swear that you saw his cheeks flush at your assertion. "anyways.. speaking of love, you still dating that asshole? eric?"

"eren." you corrected, laughing at the error, "and, well, it's complicated."

"complicated? then i'm assuming he fucked up big time, considering he's not even here with you this time around."

you took a long sip of your drink, fiddling with the bendy part of your straw, the thought of his infidelity weighing heavily on your heart. "well he'd probably be here if he wasn't out of town, he's been planning to take his trip for a while now.."

jean shot you a displeased look. "i seriously don't know how you put up with that guy, you're selling yourself short honestly. planning on breaking up with him anytime soon?"

you cast your gaze to the floor, thankful that the warmth of the alcohol in your stomach was helping to ease the cool hollowness settling deep into your chest. "oh hush. you don't even know the whole story, jean."

"well i know enough. if you're in the market for any new guys, i'll scout out someone nice for you." you scoffed at his offer, but didn't outright deny it either, unable to help smiling along with him when he smirked and nodded over to the party in the other room, "now, come play me in beer pong, then you'll really have something to complain about."

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zeke could confidently say that his night had been utterly unremarkable.

another quiet day spent working at the library, where he'd actually glanced at the door more times than he was willing to admit with the hope that it would be you walking in. he'd actually been quite tempted to message you, to ask what you were doing, if you had anywhere between two and three so that maybe he could see you, but he'd ultimately decided against it. he couldn't quite figure out the exact cause of his newly-found infatuation with you, but the rationality of it didn't concern him as much as it probably should've, he was simply pleased to relive the very recent memories of your encounters together and anticipate your next meeting—at least until his younger brother returned.

eren had attempted to goad a reaction out of him with an assortment of unsavory texts calling him just about every name in the book, a constant stream of questions asking why he did it, or what he'd done to deserve such a thing, and even a few desperate pleas begging him to say that it wasn't really you. of course, he'd ignored all of them, and he wondered if eren was trying to contact you as well, knowing that you wouldn't be able to see the messages even if that was the case, though still curious nonetheless.

but for the moment, he was lounging at his usual downtown bar, seated in a booth beside reiner and across from porco at their rescheduled night out, since both marcel and porco were unable to make it yesterday, the latter sulking after his noisy attempt to flag down the waitress ended in failure.

"is marcel actually gonna make it tonight?" reiner asked, plucking a stick of celery from the appetizer platter in the middle of the table.

"no clue." porco replied, sipping his mojito, "said he got caught up at work again, so either the let down text is gonna come any minute now, or he's gonna show up for an hour and then disappear."

zeke chuckled. "post-marriage life sure is tough, i guess."

"you can say that again. he's always calling me, freaking about the idea of kids and his mortgage and stuff that i didn't even think about until he complained about it, scary shit."

"you say that like you're not two years away from being his age."

porco began what was sure to be one of his smart-ass replies, but the waitress had finally approached their booth, hiding her annoyance with his friend with a forced smile as she took the orders for their entrées. zeke pulled his phone from the back pocket of his jeans when he felt it buzz, feeling the slightest hint of disappointment by the fact that it wasn't you.

"who is it? your new girlfriend?" reiner grumbled, smirking when porco shot up in his seat.

"girlfriend?!" he exclaimed far too loudly.

"yup. zeke didn't tell you he's dating a high-schooler?"

so much for "your business", zeke thought to himself. "oh, fuck off. she's in college." he frowned at his roommate, only met with another tired expression of disappointment.

"just barely." reiner turned back to the man across the table, "it's one of his brother's ex-girlfriends too."

porco stared at him incredulously, eyes wide and judgmental, falling back against the cushion of the seat with a low whistle. "shit zeke.. that's kinda fucked up, don't you think?" he seemed uncomfortable by the unexpected revelation, "you're almost thirty and you're screwing around with someone who's probably not even twenty? is this an afraid-of-getting-old thing? mid-life crisis??"

"she's an adult, she can make her own choices." zeke didn't appreciate the sudden scrutiny, finishing off his old fashioned in the hopes that the bourbon would wash away the self-conscious feeling settling unpleasantly in his gut, "not my fault that her choice happens to be wanting to be around me rather than the guys her age."

"what ever happened to you and pieck? she's hot—"

"and actually over the legal drinking age."

both porco and zeke pointedly ignored reiner's interaction as the former continued. "—i thought it was working out between you two.. what happened?"

zeke shrugged. "just wasn't the right fit for me. but you liked her, didn't you? before we had our thing." he looked up at his friend, forcing a casual grin, "maybe you could give that shot now."

he felt a bit more at ease seeing porco's ears and cheeks flush red, now fiddling with the lime garnish on the rim of his glass. "we still talk here and there.. i don't really know much about what she's up to these days."

before he could answer with more words of encouragement that detracted from the previous, morally-incriminating topic, his phone began to vibrate, and he felt his heart leap into his throat at the sight of your name on the screen. "sorry, gotta take this."

he tugged on his jacket and slid out of the booth, ignoring reiner's chastising glance and porco's bewildered look, passing the waitress who was now carrying a platter with their food and refills on his way out. the cool night breeze was refreshing in comparison to the awkward, almost cramped atmosphere that had developed over their discussion, his breath coming is foggy puffs in the chilled, january air as he pressed the answer button. immediately upon raising the phone to his ear, he was met with a blurred assortment of background noise, able to discern the muffled sound of music and the sound of footsteps outside of whatever room you were in.

"hello?"

"oh, zeke, you answered!!" he could hear in your voice that you were clearly intoxicated, much more than you had been when you were at his house, words stringing together and ending syllables unnecessarily drawn out.

he felt uncharacteristically worried at the realization that you were at a party, one that sounded quite large and crowded, most likely crawling with unsavory individuals that he knew prowled around those sorts of events when he himself was in college. "are you alright? where are you right now? do you need me to pick you up?"

zeke was already digging around in his coat pocket to check if he had his keys, more than prepared to take off without his meal or saying goodbye to his friends inside. "'m at a party on campus, 's okay. in the bathroom. just thinking."

zeke didn't feel eased at all at the sound of loud knocking coming from somewhere, hearing you becoming distant for a moment as you presumably pulled the phone away from your ear to call out that the bathroom was occupied. there was shuffling on the other line, then silence for a short moment. "can i ask you something?"

zeke frowned. the idea of not being able to know who was monitoring you in this state wasn't sitting well with him. "go ahead."

"but don't call me stupid, ok? i already know it's a stupid question, but i still wanna ask it."

"there's no such thing as stupid questions." he assured you, ignoring the buzz of a text notification, most likely porco or reiner telling him to come back in before the burger he ordered got cold.

"do i really have to break up with eren?"

zeke felt something odd flicker in his chest, that unfamiliar feeling he'd felt when he caught you staring at you and his brother's one-sided chat logs, but yet the affirmative answer he thought he would be able to give with no problem sat on the tip of his tongue, undelivered. he thought back to that face reiner had made when he told him who you were, and porco's hesitant words trying to rationalize his actions but ultimately failing to do so.

zeke didn't understand why he felt so conflicted all of a sudden. this was meant to be a simple ordeal, one where he got what he needed to teach eren a lesson and moved on with his life. but now here he was, concerned about your whereabouts, focusing hard enough on your muddled words that he managed to catch the wobble in your voice that betrayed your own state of emotional unrest. he realized a moment too late that he hadn't said anything, hearing a small sniffle on your end before we began speaking.

"god, i can't believe i said that out loud, you must really think i'm dumb r'now, but.. i just can't let go of what we had." he was sure that you were crying now. "i keep thinking about what you said, an' you're right. he's been an ass to me, he practically ignored me for, like, three months, probably fuckin' cheated on me with his hot best friend, so i can't understand why i just wanna keep trying to fix things... and its so confusing 'cause everyone just keeps telling me to enjoy myself an' have fun, but i have no idea what i even want anymore, and i don't even know what we are right now and i can't fuckin' believe i cheated on my boyfriend with his fuckin' older brother and i don't know what i'd ever do if he found out."

by the end of it, you were letting out small, hiccuped sobs, breath fast and uneven just as it had been the night he'd invited you over. he honestly didn't know what to say, listening to you cry, staring at the steam of his breath as it dissipated out into the night. you were a good person, someone who was undeserving of such treatment from either him or eren, but it was simply an unfortunate coincidence that you had been caught in the fray.

he took a deep breath and gathered his thoughts, preparing to deliver an affirmation similar to the one he'd given you a few days ago when you first laid all your relationship troubles out on the table, but there was a rapid, more insistent knocking at the bathroom door on your end. he could hear a female voice calling out your name, and the jiggling of the door knob.

"hold on," you paused, sniffling, "it's my roommate."

you steadied yourself enough to say that, tossing the phone somewhere before he heard the sound of the door unlocking. "there you are!! are you seriously wasted already? it's only, like, eleven?! why are you crying???" your roommate sounded tipsy, but nowhere near as intoxicated as you currently were, which eased zeke's initial worry, "jean! can you c'mere for a sec! wait, were you calling someone?"

there was a brief pause, and zeke could practically see your tiny nod and teary eyes in his head, then heels clicking over tile and the sound of the phone being lifted, followed by a hurried, "hey, this is her roommate! she's fine, gotta go!"

then silence, just him and the faint noise coming from inside the bar behind him. he didn't know what to think. from the sounds of it, it seemed like your friends were taking care of you for the time being, friends who names he vaguely remembered you speaking of when you'd been detailing your time at the halloween party—people that were unfamiliar to him, people he wasn't sure that he could trust. and a small part of him, a tiny voice at the back of his head, scoffed at his flimsy mask of worry that barely hid the true emotion, his possessive nature, driving his desire to go pick you up and bring you back to the apartment to take care of so you'd have to be there with him another morning with your thankful gazes and blunt, half-awake words.

he knew he was in no place to begin laying judgement at these unknown people in your life considering what he'd done, but it was an innate sort of feeling, the thought that always clouded his mind when he laid eyes on people that were younger than him, that he knew more than them, that somehow he would always be above them in an invisible hierarchy. that same feeling that he felt when he found himself looking down at you.

"zeke?" a warm, friendly voice broke him out of his thoughts, his eyes turning up from the ground to find a tired-looking marcel standing before him, "what are you doing out here by yourself?"

"smoke break." the lie slipped between his lips before he even thought of the fact that there was no cigarette between his fingers, no scent of smoke in the air or clinging to his clothes, "glad you could make it, everyone's inside. pretty sure porco already ordered you something."

but instead of immediately heading inside for zeke to come after him, marcel stood for a moment, lips drawing back and eyebrows knitting into a concerned expression. "is everything okay?"

zeke thought for a moment, giving a non-committal shrug in response.

"still having family troubles?"

despite having been quite fixated on his negative feelings revolving his own younger brother for the last few days, zeke had almost pushed out a majority of the sordid details of the entire situation out of his head, which now seemed to all flood back with such a short, simple question.

"you could say that." zeke scratched the back of his neck, now wishing he'd actually had a cigarette to take his mind off of all these turbulent thoughts, "all the arguing and shit subsided already, but..."

"anything from your dad?" marcel's voice was almost tentative asking that, frowning when zeke said nothing, "sorry.. didn't mean to be insensitive about it."

"it's not insensitive. just," he swallowed, tucking his phone back into his pocket and reaching out to push open the bar door, a silent, less embarrassing way to signal that he no longer wanted to talk about it anymore, "just kind of fresh. that's all."

they both stood in silence for a moment, marcel's eyes wandering his face, features expressing a clear concern, but thankfully, he didn't push the issue any further, simply following him inside like zeke wished he would've done minutes earlier to save him the trouble, proceeding to the booth housing their friends. the conversation didn't wander back to the topic of him and his morally dubious relations nor his current familial situation, much to his relief, making it much easier for him to just allow the conversation to flow around him, finding himself not having much of an appetite or desire to speak much with so much on his mind.

for a moment, zeke wondered to himself if this was a punishment from the universe, feeling so downtrodden on what was usually one of his more enjoyable nights in the week. not to say that they were always amazing to be around, but spending time with porco, reiner, marcel, and sometimes bertholdt made up most of the meaningful social interactions he had, and to have lost out on it today of all days just seemed like some odd form of karmic justice as a result of him behaving so selfishly.

but he held out for the rest of the evening anyways, going through more drinks that he probably should've, finding easier to tune in to porco and reiner's usual bickering, marcel's attempts to quell them, the ambient sound of bustling waiters and clinking glasses and plates to bury down any thought of you or his family or what was to come at the end of the week, the consequences with much more magnitude in his life than an just an unpleasant night out.

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bungou-stray-dingus · 4 years ago

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Gone

Pairing : Mori x Reader

A/N : Mori is manipulative, and weird, but he’s also hot and I love him, so I want to try my best to make him sad. I just feel like he wouldn’t be used to this type of thing happening to him and he wouldn’t be able to handle it. This was also kind of a simple one, cause the last two are going to be super angsty, so I was trying to go easy on y’all.

T/W : ; Manipulation ; Threats ; Verbal Abuse ; Slight Angst

Angstember Day 10

Meeting Mori was an accident. You never thought that you would end up with a man like him. You were working in one of the boutiques where he bought Elise’s dresses, and you had apparently caught his eye. At first he was charming and sophisticated. He would take you out on fancy dates, buying you everything you could ever want or need. He suckered you in. As time went on, his true personality started showing, the manipulative side of him, even more when he invited you to run the mafia with him. Things only got worse from there, and you couldn’t take it anymore.

It was another day of sitting in his office, an office that was too large to be alone in and feel comfortable. He had meetings to attend to, and you weren’t allowed to leave the building ever. He always said it was too dangerous, but you knew that it was just another form of control he had over you. If you did ever leave, you were sure that he would just have one of the men drag you back in, and you would be punished severely for doing what you wanted.

There were many times when he had threatened you for even thinking of going out, it wasn’t physical, Mori never laid a finger on you, but you knew that was only because he knew that if he did, you would have legitimate grounds for leaving him. He never raised a hand at you, he never even raised his voice, but he had other tactics that he would use to put you in your place and keep you there.

“If you want to go out so badly, you can find somewhere else to eat and sleep tonight.” “The second you step out those doors, you’ll lose everything. I’m sure you don’t want to be living on the streets now, do you?” “You know what I did to the former president, I told you about that, didn’t I? There’s nothing keeping me from doing the same thing to someone who acts out of line.”

You had went from being so deeply in love with him that you had given up everything, your family, your home, your job, just to be with him, and now you despised even the thought of him. His name made you sick, his touch made you gag, you hated everything about him.

Leaving him had it’s risks, you could be tortured or even killed, not just because you knew too much about the Port and what went on inside the building, but also because leaving Mori was a big no no. He wouldn’t allow it, not because he loved you and didn’t want to lose you though. He didn’t care about you as a person, he could care less if you died right that moment. You leaving him though, it would crush his ego, it would make him look bad, and he couldn’t have that.

At this point though, you didn’t mind. Anything was better than being stuck with him, and if that meant death, than you would embrace it, you would accept it, it would be a way out, a way to finally be free of him. You had to plan how you would do it, how to actually get it done. You had to be brave, you had to just say what needed to be said and go.

He walked into his office after the meeting, smiling when he saw you sitting at his desk. It wasn’t a genuine smile of someone happy to see the person they loved, he was just happy to see you were still there and hadn’t tried to run off. It made him feel powerful, knowing that he had this much control over you. “Look at my obedient little pet, right where I left you.” He walked over to where you sat and patted your head.

“I’m not your pet, Mori.” You swatted his hand away, pushing away from the desk and standing up. He wasn’t much taller than you, but the way he glared down at you was just as menacing as if he towered over you. You couldn’t get scared though, you had to stand up to him, you had to know when to walk away.

“Now now, where did this come from? You don’t know what you’re saying, let’s just sit down and talk about this over a nice cup of tea.” His voice was just as calm as if he was having a casual conversation with one of the other members of the Port. You could see it though, the way his eyes twitched, the way his pupils dilated making his eyes seem darker than they already were. He was getting angry, losing control of you would surely cause him to lose control of himself as well.

“I’m done with this...” You waved your arms around the room, then pointed at him. “I’m done with you controlling me. I’m not allowed to do anything, I’m not allowed to leave this stupid office. I can’t talk to my family, I can’t work...Mori, this isn’t living. I’m not living when I’m here, not when I’m with you.” He rolled his eyes at you before chuckling, and that only set you off more. “You don’t care about me, you don’t love me, you love controlling me. I’m sick of it, and I’m sick of you. I’m leaving.”

“And where will you go when you do leave, Y/N? You have nothing. In case you don’t remember-”

“I remember very well, but I don’t care anymore. Anything is better than being stuck here with you.” You walked around the desk, not daring to brush past him like the people do in the movies, no, that would be too risky. You didn’t stop to turn back and look at him, you didn’t stop for anything or anyone. You made it to the elevator, riding down to the bottom floor. It was the furthest you had ever made it, but this time no one was there to stop you. You walked right out the front doors, finally feeling the warmth of the sun hitting your skin for the first time in what felt like forever. You were finally free.

No one had ever left him before. He didn’t know how to react. He assumed that you would end up coming back, that you wouldn’t be able to make it out there on your own. He gave it a couple days, waiting to be able to tell you that he told you so, that you needed him. He surely didn’t need you, but you definitely needed him. You wouldn’t be able to make it out there without him. You would come crawling back, and then he would make his hold on you tighter, make sure that you never thought of leaving him ever again.

Days turned into weeks, he was becoming annoyed. Why hadn’t you come back? Did you find someone else to depend on, to rely on? He wasn’t having that, he couldn’t have that. You were supposed to depend on him. He wasn’t jealous, he was irritated, aggravated that you hadn’t even called. Weren’t you thinking of him? He had wasted so much time and money on you, and you left him and didn’t even text. It wasn’t right.

Too many weeks had passed, it had been months since you had walked out. Did you even think of him? Surely you had to think of him sometimes. He couldn’t understand why he thought of you so much. The words that you had said would replay in his mind, and sometimes he would even feel slightly bad for making you feel that way. But he knew that what he did was best for you, him, and the entire Port Mafia. He didn’t want to admit to himself that he missed you, it would make him feel weak, so instead he got angry. He was angry at you for leaving, how could you possibly leave the most powerful member of the Port Mafia, the most powerful man in Yokohama? It couldn’t possibly be his fault.

He never sent anyone out to follow you, he never put a target on your head, deep down he didn’t want anything to happen to you. Was it because he loved you, or because he still believed there was the slight chance that you could possibly come back, that he would be able to control you again, he wasn’t sure. All he knew was that no harm could ever come to you, and though he didn’t have people specifically following you around the city, he did have tabs on you. That’s how he knew exactly where to find you one day when he had been out shopping with Elise.

You were standing at the counter of the shop, just as you had been when he had first saw you. Your hair had changed slightly, you were smiling, chatting with one of the other employees at the store. It had been so long since he had seen you smile, so it was surely breathtaking to see it again, almost like he was seeing it for the first time.

Elise tugged at his sleeve, trying to draw his attention away from you. “Rintaro! Come onnnn!” Her voice had made you whip your head, meeting his eyes in the middle of the store. For the first time, Mori didn’t know what to say, he didn’t know what to do. He actually felt... nervous.

“Good afternoon, sir. Is there anything in particular that you’re looking for?” You said, and he couldn’t quite understand why he felt so hurt that you were treating him so commonly. You were acting as if the last three years had never happened... had he really been that terrible?

“Uhm... no... I was just stopping in to see if there was anything new. Come on Elise, let’s go.” He nodded his head to you, walking out of the store. You didn’t need to say it flat out, you had made it clear in the way that you looked at him, the way you spoke to him, you were gone. You weren’t his anymore, and you were never coming back.

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forgive-me-your-highness · 3 years ago

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Your highness demands questions to be answered.

This fool would love to appease Her Majesty

1. You just opened up a web browser. What is the first site you visit?

First thing that opens for me is Ao3

2. You just walked into a bookstore. What section do you go to first?

Sci-fi

3. You are hanging with your closest friends. What are you most likely doing?

This!

4. You just turned your car on. What station is the radio tuned to?

80’s on 8 LMAO

5. You have just woken up for the morning. What is the first things you do?

I go back to sleep

6. Complete this phrase: You cannot buy happiness, but you can buy____.

Shiny gloves

7. What would you do if you woke up as the opposite gender?

I’d text my friends that I have big dick energy

8. Are you more likely to cook for yourself or buy food from a restaurant?

Cook for myself

9. If you had to lose one of your senses, which one would you rather lose?

Smell

10. If you could relive any one year of your life, how old would you be?

I’d go back to 7 or something

11. Would you take a bullet for anyone you know?

Many people

12. Would you rather be rich and dumb or poor and extremely intelligent?

Extremely intelligent

13. What TV character do you most relate to?

I watch a solid 1 show right now and as a fellow nd I relate to Dr. Shaun Murphy

14. You just walked into a supermarket. What section do you first go to?

Dairy

15. Is sex before marriage wrong?

FUCK NO, like buddy there’s worse things to worry about than where someone sticks their dick before they sign a paper

16. You just won the lottery. What is the first thing you do with your winnings?

Depending on how much I’ve won, help out my mom

17. If your best friend admitted that they have a crush on you, how would you react?

I’d be over the moon

18. Will the USA ever have a female president?

I just want to drink my hot cocoa in peace…

19. You are carpooling with your friends. Are you more likely to be the driver or a passenger?

Hands down a passenger. I sleep through any drive

20. How short is too short for skirts and dresses?

If you, the person wearing it, are uncomfortable with the length then it’s too short. If you like it then fuck yeah rock that skirt!

21. If you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, without any consequences, what food would you choose?

Shit man probably chicken noodle soup

22. It’s Saturday night. What are you most likely doing?

Either relaxing with Lulls or sending her some fun ideas

23. You go on a blind date. Your date is extremely beautiful and physically captivating, but you hate their personality. Would you want a second date?

No thank you, if we don’t get along then I’ll respectfully turn them down

24. How strict should gun laws be?

If it means I don’t get shot while studying then I’ll praise the goddess

25. Would you rather be the worst player on the best team or the best player on the worst team?

So long as we’re having fun I don’t mind

26. How well do you work with others?

Depends on who I’m working with

27. You have the ability to cure only one fatal disease and eradicate it forever. What disease do you choose?

If cancer isn’t a disease then I just made myself a fool

28. If you could go back to college and choose a different degree to study, would you?

I’m good with not thinking of that

29. Where do you see yourself ten years from now?

I hope I’m not dead

30. Are you pro-life or pro-choice?

Sir this is a Wendy’s

31. Would you attend a same sex wedding if invited?

HELL FUCKING YEAH I WOULD AND IT’D BE MINE (or some close friends!)

32. So far, what has been the greatest day of your life?

I’m saving the best day of my life for the future

33. Has anyone you know ever been arrested?

Yup

34. If it could be one season year-round, what season do would you want it to be?

Winter

35. What is your biggest regret in life?

Didn’t get to say goodbye to a friend

36. If you could bring one celebrity back from the dead, who would it be?

Robin Williams

37. What offends you the most?

I’m pretty hard to offend (Skyward Sword is a bad game, it was a GOOD GAME OKAY?)

38. Would you rather have an ugly hairstyle or be bald?

Ugly hairstyle because that’s mine everyday

39. At what age did you have your first alcoholic beverage?

3 (don’t @ me I know, bad parents)

40. What do you think happens to us when we die?

Don’t make my religious crisis worse

41. What do you think is the best way to quit smoking?

This just unlocked memories I forgot about

42. If you could take home any one animal from the zoo, which animal would you choose?

FISH, any kind

43. We’re humans created or did we evolve from earlier species?

Prob evolved

44. What scares you the most?

The list goes onnnn

45. What personality trait turns you off the most?

Lack of boundaries

46. You got offered a job to do something you hate, but the pay will make you rich. Do you take it?

If it means being able to live comfortably then yes

47. If today you only had what you were thankful for yesterday, how much would you have?

Fireworks

48. How often do you get mad or upset at yourself?

More often then I should

49. If you could choose one celebrity to be your parent, who would you choose?

I don’t even know any

50. If you could only listen to one musical artist for the rest of you life, who would you be listening to?

Ah a tie between Unlike Pluto and MISSIO

51. Have you ever used you cell phone while driving?

I’ve seen it go wrong so that’s a hard no

52. Had anyone you were close to die way too young?

Sir this is a WENDY’S (ex boyfriend)

53. Is world peace possible?

God I wish

54. You go on a blind date. You date is extremely ugly and physically appalling, but you are madly in love with their personality. Would you want a second date?

Oh my god if we get along then hell fucking yes

55. How did you discover that Santa Claus isn’t real?

Aged out of it lmao

56. Do you believe in God, or some form of higher deity?

Please I beg of you I can’t answer this

57. If you could save someone you deeply cared about, but it meant breaking a law, would you do it?

Will do

58. What is the dumbest thing you’ve ever done for money?

25 year old wanted to date me and he still buys me video games :/

59. If you were to make a YouTube video about what you know most about, what would the subject be?

Either LoZ or Service Animals

60. What do you think is your greatest personality flaw?

Oh damn where do I start?

61. If your friends spoke to you the way you speak to yourself, would you still want them as friend?

Considering it’d be rambling then sure

62. Have you ever “woke up like this”?

You guys wake up?

63. You got offered a job to do something you love, but the pay is one of the worst out there. Do you take it?

HELL FUCKING YEAH

64. What do you think is your best physical feature?

I have nice tits lmao

65. What do you think is your worst physical feature.

I’m too soft :(

66. Do you know anyone who has committed suicide?

Mm ex

67. What is the nicest thing you’ve ever done for someone you don’t know?

I helped a lady find her camping spot, and when I realized it wasn’t safe for her I let her stay at my camping spot with me. She was very nice and had lots of good stories to tell

68. Have you ever had a night’s dream come true?

Sort of? I heard a voice and the next day someone said it word for word and it shook me hard

69. How would you reject a date offer from someone you didn’t like?

Done it many times and I try to respectfully turn them down

70. Which do you think is worse: Failure, or never trying at all?

Failure :/

#tw suidice #tw grooming #bad tags I know but trust me it ain’t that bad #the dusk and lulls saga continues #toad and frog ask too many questions

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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 4 years ago

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Diego Hargreeves x Powered reader (Platonic Klaus x reader)

Summary: You and Klaus get very drunk in the Academy and have an absolute ball until Diego comes to take you home.

-Reader is from What a Time to be Alive universe

Masterlist

You’re with Klaus one night, he’s drunk as a skunk and high as a fucking kite all in one incredibly chaotic mixture. Diego’s off gallivanting around the city and you’re not in the mood for any late night crime fighting, so instead you’re chilling with Klaus in the Academy while Reginald is off on some business abroad, or at least that’s what Pogo told you. At the moment Klaus is talking to himself on the carpet as he stares wide eyed at a dream catcher on the far wall. You’re laying on his bed staring up at the ceiling, your mind swirling with random thoughts.

“Heyyy..uh...Y/N my favorite Vampire seductress. Hows ‘bout we tell each other a fun fact about ourselves.” He slurs drunkingly, his face a giant smile of bliss. You give him a hum of acknowledgment as you think for a second of what to say.

“Okay I’ll go first. I have a tattoo of a fish skeleton under my right boob.”

He bursts out laughing at the honest bluntness of your comment, “Cheers to our amazinggg tats my friend.” Quips Klaus as he takes another small swig of his liquor. You continue to stare up at the ceiling, your eyes following the dimly lit Christmas lights strung about the walls.

“Okay my turn. When I was 10, I challenged myself to see if I could steal one thing from everyone’s room in a week.”

“How’d that turn out for you?”

“Oh I was highly successful, until Pogo caught me sneaking around old Reggie’s office. Ya know now since I’ve thought about it...he probably saved my ass from some gory fate if Dad actually caught me.”

“Amazing.”

Klaus nods as he shifts himself around to face you, “So my dear, you got anything else that’s highly juicy drama? Come onnnn, you have to have had some wild nights with my bro for sure.” He says while wiggling his eyebrows, hoping for an answer. You roll yourself onto your stomach so as to better see him.

“None that are for your innocent ears, Klaus.”

“Oooohhh the scandal, you know what...I don’t wanna know. Oh hey Y/N have some of this shit it’s seriously sooo good.” Insists Klaus while raising up his almost empty bottle of whatever. You eye it curiously, it does smell appealing if you’re being honest, and there’s no one here to stop you.

“Yeah alright lets get fucked up, why not.” His face breaks out into a full Cheshire Cat smile as he eagerly hands you the bottle of alcohol. You grasp the glass bottle, flashing him a quick smirk before chugging the rest of it, much to Klaus’ surprised amusement.

“Yeahhh Y/N! We’re breakkin the ruulesss tonight.” He laughs while cheering you on. You finally set the bottle down as a do your best to hold in a watery burp, your face making a sour expression instead.

“Classy Y/N.”

“Thank you I’ll be here all night.”

Suddenly Klaus’ face shifts into a fake pout, as he sits on his carpet like a moody six year old, you smile at him as you tilt your head to the side.

“Whatcha thinking ‘bout Klaus.”

“We’re out of booze. This is not good.”

You can’t help yourself as a loud laugh bursts from your lips, the alcohols effects ever so slightly working their way into your bloodstream. He snaps his attention back to you, his face faining shock.

“This is a serious issue Y/N!”

“Exactly! We’re gonna have to go on a mission...to the downstairs bar...for..”

“For..?”

“For the good shit.”

“YES! You’re a genius, no wonder Diego keeps you around...you’re so smart Y/N..and he’s just so...stupid.” Drawls Klaus with an intoxicated giggle at the end.

You snort at the odd compliment of Klaus’ while getting up off of the bed, and setting the empty bottle onto the covers. You stand above Klaus as you reach your hand out for him to take, he gladly accepts your invitation for making more mischief as you easily pull him up, the both of you silently walking out the door and quietly tiptoeing down the vacant hallway. You’re in the lead as Klaus holds onto the bottom of your t-shirt in the darkness. He can’t see nearly as well as you can, so he smartly lets you handle your guys’ stealth mode adventure through the Academy’s eccentric hallways. You listen for any sounds of Pogo or Grace who may potentially cross paths with the two of you, and most likely ruin your fun.

The both of you ever-so-sneakily fumble up the stairs like giggly school girls doing something they shouldn’t be. Once you reach the top you sniff the air for any threats, nothing. Taking this as an obvious sign that everything’s all clear you make a break for the main living room, Klaus hot on your heels. Sprinting faster then you’ve ever seen him before, it’s honestly quit impressive.

You skid to an abrupt stop once you finally reach the back of the bar where all the most expensive and best tasting beverages are kept. Klaus quickly pushing past you to seek out his favorite bottle, you watch him grab one then two different kinds, insisting that they’re both equally as important and they shouldn’t be separated cause that would be a crime. You agree, looking through the vast collection as your skilled eyes finally lock onto your favorite drink. You pick it up eagerly, swiftly turning your body back around to face a visibly excited Klaus who’s practically shaking with adrenaline or maybe it’s whatever drugs he took, you’re not really sure.

“Y/N if you would do the honors.” He asks while handing you his bottle to open since you’re the stronger one here. You set your own bottle down onto the counter, taking his and twisting it with a satisfying pop sound as the cap releases. He practically yanks it out of your hands, giving you a peppy salute before taking a long swig. You leave him to it, opening up your own bottle and taking a hearty drink of your own. The two of you wipe your mouths as you both take a satisfied sigh of relief, enjoying how the alcohol is starting to slowly affect you.

“You know what we need to make this experience extra fantastic?”

“Blow my frickin mind.”

“Music!” Shouts Klaus as he races around the bar and bolts towards the stairs leading down to his room. With your bottle still in hand you hustle after him, practically sliding into his door when you make it to his room. He’s already ahead of the game as he fumbles around with his record player, putting a classic tune on that instantly has you jumping. The two of you practically scream sing the lyrics of the song currently blasting throughout the room and down the hallway. Both you jumping on his bed and dancing around the small area like bad little kids staying up past their bedtime.

You don’t remember how you got to the top floor of the Umbrella Academy but here you are. One fourth of a bottle full in your left hand and a red plastic lightsaber in your right. Klaus standing a couple feet away practically mirroring your own stance. He just looks a lot more fucked up then you are, as he drunkingly swings the saber around like a lunatic.

“Y/N I HAVE THE HIGH GROUND!”

“But you were the CHOSEN one!”

“Die rebel scum!” Yelps Klaus as he swings his weapon towards you, he looks like an old man as he’s basically moving in slow motion for dramatics. You give him his moment as you lean into the lightsaber, pretending to get sliced in the most ridiculously dramatic way possible.

“Ugh I am...defeated...blah.”

“HA get fucked loser!” Laughs Klaus who starts to randomly dance around you in a sort of weird victory dance type thing. You raise your own lightsaber up into the air as you shout a loud battlecry.

“SIKE! The evil cannot defeat me....I am INVINCIBLE!” Klaus’ eyes widen as you give him a devilish grin, he suddenly flips you off and screams before hauling ass down the hallway.

“Come get me bitches!!!”

Downing most of your bottle you race after him with your saber swinging wildly in front of you, he turns a corner and then down another in a fruitless attempt at losing you. You suddenly catch him into a corner, stalking slowly over to him like a tigress to her prey, his eyes going wide. But without warning he haphazardly chucks his lightsaber at you, successfully smacking you across the head with it, catching you very off guard and giving him just enough time to book it down the hallway and down the stairs. You quickly recover, downing the rest of your bottle as you trade it for the extra lightsaber. Cackling to yourself like a crazed witch as you continue your hunt for Klaus.

You can hear him running around the Academy so you take a shortcut down another hallway, leading you right in front of him. He stops, eyeing you suspiciously as he gets into a kung foo looking posture.

“I have two lightsabers you dumb-buss. And I’m gonna kick your buns for that little getaway stunt you just pulled. Bitch.”

“Get hit by a car.” Whisper yells Klaus before abruptly turning around and racing down the hallway once again.

As you race around another corner you suddenly smack into the back of Klaus, knocking yourself backwards and onto the floor with a breathy grunt. “Klaus what the he..” Your eyes go wide when they land on an incredibly confused Pogo who’s eyes the two of you suspiciously. You quickly gather yourself as you bolt to your feet, doing a terrible job at hiding the lightsabers behind you in the process.

“Now what is all this ruckus about you two?”

“Oh, what did you hear something suspicious? Me and Y/N/N here were just...uh...checking the halls for any possible intruders.” Rambles Klaus, hands casually on his slender hips as he stares at Pogo with the chillest face possible.

“Yeah, don’t worry Pogo. No thieves in this Academy.” You nervously shrug, giving him a forced smile, though you’re pretty sure you look a bit demented. Pogo looks between the two of you knowing full well that your dumbasses are drunk and causing all kinds of mischief around the large estate. This is definitely not the first time this has happened and probably not the last, he shakes his head as he blinks, “Well then...that’s good to know...I’ll just be in my room reading if you two need anything. Goodnight.”

“Night Pogo.”

“Save travels in dreamland.” Snickers Klaus as you smack the back of his head.

Pogo gives the both of you a kind tight lipped smile before nodding and turning around to walk into his room. You watch as he disappears within, the great oaken door shutting with a small thud. Klaus abruptly swivels to face you, a cheeky grin stuck to his scruffy face, “That went pretty well...all things considered.”

“Guess what.”

“What.”

“You’re a little bitch. And I have two lightsabers.” His eyes quickly widen in realization as he swats at your shoulder, laughing in delight as he practically gallops down the hallway.

“Stop running I might throw up!”

You sprint after him, Klaus leads you down more hallways and stairs until you catch him in the front room. Blocking him from escaping anywhere else into the Academy, unless he opened the front door and ran outside, but that’s highly unlikely considering it’s snowing out and he’s shoeless and without a shirt on except for a Hufflepuff scarf you bought him last year. Klaus fake growls at you while flailing his lanky arms around like pool noodles. You suddenly have the bright idea of jumping onto the wooden table, and without another thought you do just that.

It surprisingly holds you up, Klaus steps back as you swing your dual lightsabers around like a maniac, clearly enjoying yourself in this blissfully warm drunken state. Quickly thinking on the fly, or maybe its his ingrained hero training, Klaus grabs a spare umbrella hanging on the coat rack and swings it at you with a new theatrical passion.

“Don’t worry Y/N I’ll put you out of your misery!” Shouts Klaus as he swats your legs with the umbrella, you smack him on the arm as he yelps out in pain.

“I’ll put your grandma out of her misery!”

“I don’t even have a grandma you monster!”

“Neither do I!”

The front door swings open just as Klaus finishes his sentence and you loudly answering him back, as the both of you swing your weapons at each other once again. You and Klaus oblivious to whoever just walked inside, until the door shuts with a loud thud, causing the two of you to stop mid hit and look over to the individual standing by the front entrance, who’s looking a very hard mixture of concerned and not sure if he should ask. Your eyes instantly go wide as they land on Diego.

“She started it!” Points Klaus before smacking your legs with the umbrella and booking it down the hallway for about the hundredth time that night. You jump off the table, sprinting towards Klaus with a new found purpose, leaving a confused Diego in your wake. Klaus is fast but not fast enough as you slide past him and block his ass from seeking safety within his room. The two of you have an intense old western style stare down for a couple moments before he breaks the silence.

“I may be vurrryyy outs of it, but I think Diego is hurrr.” Slurs Klaus as he leans himself against the wall.

“Well he’s not allowed in our pillow fort then.”

“We don’t even have a pillow fort Y/N!”

“We gonna have one now! Let’s get inside!” You quickly whisper yell at him, before grabbing his hand and yanking him into his room, shutting the door right after. Forgetting to lock the door in the process. You and Klaus throw some chairs and blankets around, in a sad attempt at making a pillow fort. It looks like a goddamn pillow Godzilla came crashing through your plush city of Pillow Tokyo, but who cares at this point anyways. The two of you begin laughing like a pair of drunken sailors as Klaus hands you another one of his half filled bottles. You gladly accept with a lopsided smile while Klaus mumbles something to himself. A second later the door jiggles and opens a few inches before it gets stuck on a bunched up blanket.

“Y/N, Klaus what the hell are you two doing? And let me in.”

“What’s the password Diego?” Giggles you and Klaus as Diego let’s out a frustrated sigh.

“Uh...”

“Incorrect. You’ve got two more guesses babe.” You playfully snap at him.

“Luther sucks?”

“Errrgggg, wrong again brother.” Quips Klaus, taking the bottle out of your hand to down some himself.

“Y/N is the best?” Tries Diego cautiously, hoping this will be the password. You bolt up from the floor as you lose your footing and catch yourself with a quick smack of your hands into the doorframe. Diego holds in a laugh as he gives you an amused smile, still finding you absolutely adorable even when visibly out of it and quit possibly drunk off your ass.

“DD, hellooowww.” You wiggle your eyebrows at him as you give him a sappy grin.

“Don’t let him in Y/N he didn’t guess the password. It’s Jesus...the passwords always Jesus.” Warns Klaus in the background. Diego raises his eyebrows at that as your face falls in disappointment.

“Dammit Klaus now he knows.” You turn round to hiss at him like an angry cat.

“Y/N I don’t really...uh..really feel good.” Mumbles Klaus as he leans himself back against a pile of pillows. You purse your lips into a tight frown, realizing in your own buzzed state that the fun is over and you’ll have to go home, but it’s cold outside. You look up at Diego as he stares back down at you, he’s not entirely sure if your about to cry or not, until your face abruptly lights up into a cheeky grin taking him off guard.

“Y/N. Don’t do it.” Is all he has time to say before you hastily slam the door in his face and turn around to get the high ground on Klaus’ bed. You’ve got an empty bottle in one hand as Diego shoves the door open eyeing you up like a wolf to his prey. You’d be more turned on by this if it wasn’t for the fact that you really don’t want to go home. He carefully walks in closer to you as Klaus watches in amusement, loudly cheering Diego on. You’re back presses against the back wall as you hold out your empty wine bottle in defense, “None of you bitches could handle me.”

“Y/N put the bottle down.”

“I’ve died of alcohol poisoning twice you can’t kill me!”

“I wish I could do that.” Adds Klaus with a laugh.

“That’s not something to be proud of.” Says Diego as his attention snaps back to you.

“I’ve done cocaine off of Brad Pitts ass cheeks.” You cackle as your face breaks out into another bright smile, Diego lets out an amused huff of air, really doing his best to keep a straight face at your intoxicated nonsense.

“Oh shit me too. Or maybe he was a stripper, ya know I don’t actually recall.”

“Jesus Christ you two.” Mutters Diego as he slowly gets closer to you, his legs now reaching the bed. He gives you a pleading look as he reaches his arm out for you to take.

“No TOUCHY. I have a boyfriend!” You shout back, as he quickly takes the opportunity to snatch your bottle out of your hand and toss it into the nearby destroyed pillow fort.

“Y/N I am your boyfriend. And we need to go home now. Please.” You give him a dirty look before rolling your eyes and walking into his open arms, not being able to resist from him any longer. He hugs you tight while gently setting your feet onto the carpeted floor.

“I’ll help you put your boots and coat on okay? Just sit on the bed please.” He sweetly asks, you oblige without so much as a pout. Letting him take care of you in the smallest of ways, once you’re finally all ready to go he takes your hands and pulls you up.

“See ya ‘round Klaus. Have fun, do crimes.” You wink while shooting him finger guns, he nods his head lifting up a lightsaber to salute you.

“May the forces of this broken umbrella be with you.” Replies Klaus, lifting up the umbrella to salute you again. Diego lets out an amused snort as he says goodbye to his brother and ushers you out the door. He holds your hand the whole time as he leads you throughout the Academy and all the way to the front door, where he opens it for you to walk through.

When you walk outside the air is calm and quiet, the world is cold and surrounded in a shimmering white blanket of fresh snow. A small silent parade of silver confetti falls lightly from the dark sky, landing on your flushed face as cool icy kisses touch your hot skin. It feels nice and has your head spinning as you wait on the sidewalk for Diego to finish locking the front gate. His steps are quiet in the snow as he links his arm with yours, startling you for a second before you relax back into his touch. The two of you walk peacefully through the snow covered sidewalk for about fifteen minutes before you decide to break the quiet.

“So hows’ err night ‘iego?” You slur while struggling to stay balanced, your head feels cloudy and the sparkly snow is messing with your perception due to you being drunk and all. He pulls you in closer while placing a quick kiss onto the top of your head.

“I saved this old guy from getting robbed by some teenage punks, who clearly didn’t know what they were doing. It was too easy, but uh...that was about it. Pretty slow tonight actually.” You let out a satisfied hum in response.

“You’re like...so...hot.” You mumble while craning your neck to get a good view of his face. He looks down at you with an adoring smirk gracing his lips, his very very kissable lips. You can’t help yourself as you pull down on his jacket collar and crash your lips into his, its a sweet but brief embrace, as he pulls away first. You give him an annoyed pout while he smiles, shaking his head at you.

“We gotta make it home Y/N. I can already tell how bad your hangovers gonna be in the morning.”

You give him a what-the-fuck face, still pissed that he broke your kiss so soon and is now instructing you like a mother goose. You’re not having it one bit. In response you pull his hat down into his eyes and trip him into a snowbank, you watch in amusement as he disappears into the cold puffy whiteness. Only to come back into view with an angry grunt as he pulls himself to his feet, you’re absolutely losing your shit watching him struggle and get frustrated with you. By the time he’s removed the snow from his face, he stops his angry protests to watch you crying with laughter. His frustration and growing irritation slowly dissipating away as he sees how truly happy you are, it’s adorable to watch someone like you in such a rare drunkingly blissful state. He breaks out into a tired grin, thinking it best not to provoke you anymore as he abandons the idea of throwing a snowball at you. As this decision may not end very well for him.

“Come on you goofball lets get inside. Some of us can actually get frostbite.” Diego tells you while throwing a snow covered arm over your shoulder, your face breaks out into a crooked half smile as you lean into Diego’s warm side once again. Then without warning your stomach lurches with a nasty after taste of whatever you ate earlier touching your tongue. Instantly you break from his grasp, turning to the snowy street curb and abruptly puking onto the dazzling snow innocently minding its business below. Diego instantly rushes to hold your hair back as you loudly let it all out, your body feels like it’s on fire and your throat hurts as you continue to vomit a nasty mix of alcohol and chicken nuggets. Once done, you quickly wipe off your mouth of any lasting unwanted particles.

You spit in the snow, turning around to face a concerned Diego who looks at you worriedly with those big brown eyes of his. You give him a theatrical bow, before hanging your head down in exhaustion as you slowly shuffle past him.

“Oh shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You were thinking it.”

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imaginetings · 5 years ago

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if you love me don’t let go - eggsy unwin

Y/N - Your Name

M/N - Middle Name

L/N - Last Name

M/O - McDonalds Order

Word Count - 2471

Requested? - Nope

Warnings? - Swearing, mention of dying and injury, flashbacks that may get you in feels

Notes - I’m in my feels okay :( also it’s formatted more space for paragraphs and i canny be bothered to fix it sorry. also would you guys want a second part of this in eggsy’s pov??

part two

When they say you’re meant to see important parts of your life flash through your head before you die, they weren’t wrong. Yet after all that I’ve done there is one common denominator in these flashes, Eggsy. The man that has held a significant part of my heart for most of my life ever since we met in infants and he had that glimmer of hope in his eyes, we were the terrible twosome as Michelle loved to call us.

I never believed this would be the way I would go, alone in an alleyway, bleeding out because of a mugger or possible enemy of Kingsman. The details I didn’t care for, all apart from the fact that I didn’t have Eggsy with me.

Yet with the strength I have left, I reach for my phone and whilst my initial thought was to call Eggsy I know that if I am to get out of here alive, it’ll have to be the emergency services. After all, Eggsy is probably out with someone who’s most definitely not me. Best friends, that’s all we’ve ever been yet I love him more than that and I guess he’ll never reciprocate because it’s just plain old me.

Smearing blood on the phone screen as I typed in the one digit thrice I could only feel myself start to grow weaker as the time flew by. I can assure you that although time is flying, i’m not having fun.

“Hello, Emergency Service Operator speaking, which service do you require?”

“erm, the one with the ambulance thing. Yeah that’s it, ambulance please,” I ask and the operator who connects me instantly “Hello? I’m currently in an alleyway on Chiswick High Road and I was attacked and I’m bleeding really badly and I think they might have shot me, I don’t know it happened so fast and I just need help please,” I explain swiftly to the operator who keeps a calm tone.

“Okay miss can you stay on the phone? There’s an ambulance heading your way now. Can you stay on the line as I ask you questions?” The operator asks.

“I can try, but things are getting fuzzy.” I explain.

“Okay, so what’s your name miss”

“Y/N M/N L/N”

“What’s your age?”

“Oh erm what year is it again? Oh yeah 2015, so I am 23” I figure out.

“Okay miss, now what’s your blood type?”

“Red? I don’t know for the life of me Jesus Christ this is bad, i’m sorry,” I say to the operator as things start to fade in and out and I try to fight it, I really do yet black spots cover my vision and as I feel myself start to fall the last things I can hear is the operator on my phone asking me to stay awake.

——

“Okay class settle down today we are going to be doing work with partners so buddy up!” The teacher explains and I look around to see everyone buddy up with their best friends whilst i’m on my own. “Y/N, come here. Now you’re going to pair up with Gary okay?” I nod and we sit down at his table.

“My names not Gary, it’s Eggsy. It’s such a cooler name than Gary,” Gary, no. Eggsy says to me. I smile at him.

“Okay, Eggsy. I’m Y/N and you’re going to be my new best friend.”

“But you’re a girl.”

“So what if I am?”

“Do you pinky swear that you’re not gross like other girls.”

“I pinky swear.”

“Now we can be best friends,” Eggsy says with a toothy grin and I return it with him and we begin to work on the poster that the teacher had set for us.

——

“Wooo! Go Eggsy!” I shout in the stands next to Eggsy’s mum. Both of us cheering him on in his gymnastics competition.

“That’s my boy!” Michelle shouts and I shout alongside her cheering for my best friend as if the noise I make will make him win even more.

He pulls off the routine effortlessly as per usual and I sit there restlessly with a cheshire grin on my face, waiting until I can congratulate him because that’s some talent needed.

It was no surprise he won the competition, again, yet to congratulate him we went to the one place anybody goes for celebration, McDonalds. He orders a big mac whilst I get a M/O and we sit down and eat across from one another and Michelle is sat next to Eggsy with her meal as well.

“Well done babes,” Michelle says.

“Yeah, well done Eggsy!” I say with a mouthful of food and Michelle gives me a motherly glare. “Sorry.”

“Did you see me out there? I was flying like a bird and just swinging and it was amazing!” Eggsy explains rushingly which Michelle just chuckles at and I nod and carry on eating my meal.

——

“Oh come on Y/N what’s one night going to do to your study plan? We’ve literally only just started year eleven you’ll be fine, you’re a clever clogs anyways.”

“Eggsy, we had this conversation when it came to mocks in year ten and what did I do? I flunked it, so we are not going there.”

“Don’t be a spoilsport love come onnnn, you know you want to,” Eggsy eggs on with a shit eating grin on his face.

“Fine. I’ll take the day off and we can do what you want.”

“Oh you’re going to regret saying that now,” Eggsy chides and I roll my eyes at his antics.

“Are you trying to make me change my mind?” He shakes his head and we leave my room to go and follow whatever antics he had in store.

That night ended up with us in A & E because Eggsy got into a fight and I attempted to break it up and a for sale house sign ended up hitting me in the face.

A busted lip with a scar to remember it with since the sign managed to break through into my mouth.

The look on Eggsy’s face when it happened seemed to be one of pure anger and fear, but I could’ve been seeing things. Yet at fifteen I knew for definite after all the years I’d known Eggsy Unwin, I loved him. For the following weeks he was so protective of me that it was almost overbearing. Almost.

I managed to get him to watch some movies with me and we even ended up eventually on watching My Fair Lady which I fell asleep to within ten minutes whilst Eggsy watched the whole thing.

——

It was one of them nights, I instantly knew when the phone rang. It was Eggsy, Dean was being a dick again. He came over to my house and I put aside all of my a level revision and brought him into a hug. “Why did she pick him of all people Y/N?”

“I don’t know Eggs, it’ll get better eventually, I promise.”

“How can you promise that?” he asks and that’s when I know he needs a pick me up.

“Because i’m psychic okay, and obviously I can see your future which is extremely blinding to the naked eye that you’d need factor a thousand sun cream okay?” I explain to him with a sorrowful smile on my features, he simply nods and I pull him back into a hug although it’s an awkward angle due to the height difference.

“I was thinking about joining the marines.” Eggsy blurts out.

“That’d be great for you Eggs, I mean it’s what you want to do right?” I ask him looking into his green eyes.

“Yeah, but.” He stops.

“But what Eggsy?” I ask.

“I don’t want to leave you or mum.” He explains.

“Look, if you do just know I’m with you every step of the way regardless, and i’ll be there for your mum as well. I’ll look after her.” I explain and rub his back soothingly. He gives me a incredulous look. “Oi, don’t be cheeky. Need I remind you on how I got this scar?” I nudge him and he chuckles.

“Okay, you’ve got me,” he sighs and loops his arms around me and brings me in tightly. “How do you always know to say the right thing?” he asks.

“I’m an a level student, I’m smart what can I say?” I say cheekily with a wink and that causes him to tickle my sides and I have no escape. “Eggsy! Stop! Please!” I plead.

“Say uncle!”

“Neverrr!” I laugh out and it starts to pain me. Yet he is relentless in tickling me. “Okay okay! Uncle,” I relent and he laughs before launching himself on my bed.

“So… rom com or horror?” he asks.

“which would you prefer?” I return.

“Romcom.”

“Horror it is then,” I retort and he gasps from behind me. “Deal with it Eggboy, you prefer the romcoms and I like the horror movies I thought we had established this by now. Okay, now pick. Left or right.”

“Right.”

“It’s…. Saw!” I exclaim pulling the movie out from behind my back and he rolls his eyes at my excitement for the franchise. “Don’t worry, you can hide in my arms if you get scared,” I tease as I put in the dvd.

“Oi!” he shouts and throws a pillow which hits me square in the face as I turn around.

“What? It’s the truth and you know it,” I chastise.

——

Eggsy was halfway through training before his mum went mental at him not wanting to lose him like how she lost his dad and I could understand and so did Eggsy to the point that he dropped out.

When he returned home I had my final exam of my whole a levels. Three and a half hours of pure writing and by the time it was done my hand had cramped up into the position of how I hold my pen. Yet when leaving the building he was there waiting for me in casual clothes. “Eggsy!” I exclaimed as I ran to him to which he brought me into his arms with ease.

“Hello love,” he states with a smirk on his face. “Pub?”

“Yes, you read my mind. Especially after that exam,” I state and we head to my car that I had saved up for with work.

——

All throughout the time I was in university, Eggsy was by my side. Even when I dropped out because the band that I had been working with was starting to take off and I decided it was for the best to drop out of my degree.

He was there when my family kicked me out after learning of me dropping out and helped me find a flat as well.

There were many lows and many highs. There was always the almosts. The almost love, the almost kiss. Yet it never happened.

And thus darkness, the only familiar thing throughout, when I was attacked it was dark and that’s what it’s like for me without him, dark.

Yet in the near distance a rhythmic droning beats. It sounds almost like a heart monitor. Wait. I must have made it to the hospital. I was found in time.

Fighting to open up my eyes was probably harder than it should have been but I was determined. Although it was bright, I soon adjusted and I’m met with the clinical space of a hospital bedroom. Flowers are dotted around the room and I notice a small teddy bear in a suit amongst them all. I smile at the gesture. Then the door swings open where two nurses are chatting amongst themselves and that’s when they notice i’m awake.

The next few days were a blur and before I knew it I was heading home, alone. Although the days were a blur, nobody visited. Lying in my bed for the first time in what felt like forever was luxurious yet it was interrupted by a knock at my door and a groan from my mouth following suit. I grab my crutches and hobble to the door, ready to tell the person to fuck off yet when the door opens I’m met with the familiar green eyes.

“You’re okay!” he exclaims and goes to hug me which I recoil against.

“Yeah, as much as someone who was attacked can I guess.” I say and hobble back in leaving him to follow me in and I head back towards my bedroom where my bed beckons me.

“Are you okay?” he inquires. I just nod and sit on my bed. “Okay now I know you’re not okay, talk to me Y/N.” Tears start to well in my eyes.

“I don’t know okay. One minute I’m walking from Amy’s and the next I know someone is attacking me and asking me about your job and then I was alone and it just felt so cold and it felt horrible, like I haven’t felt like that since my parents were screaming and shouting at me for dropping out of University. Yet I was on the verge of death. But the worst thing Eggsy, it was being there bleeding out in the middle of London alone. I don’t think I can be alone again if I’m honest.” He pulls me into his side gently and motions for me to carry on. “I realised that all of the best moment in my life are with you and I don’t know what I am going to do with myself if I don’t tell you that I love you Eggsy. I have done since we were kids and I mean in a romantic way, not a platonic way and if you leave i’ll understand but I had to say it.”

“Y/N, when I got the call from the hospital saying that you were there, I froze. I don’t freeze. I was with Merlin and Roxy and I broke down hearing that news because guess what, Y/N M/N L/N I am in love with you and I have been for years okay?” He confesses and we lean into one another, it was like it went in slow motion and then the next thing I knew we were kissing. “God i’ve waited years to do that,”

“I can bet I have been waiting longer than you Eggs,” I smirk and cock my eyebrow at him. That’s when he tries to lay me down. “Ah ah ah, nope mister. I’m not allowed to engage in any physical activity for six weeks until the stitches can be taken out.” I explain to which he huffs and decides to just cuddle me instead. “But this, I can get used to,” I mutter and lay my head on his chest.

“I love you Eggsy.”

“I love you too Y/N”

#imaginetings #eggsy unwin x reader #eggsy x reader #eggsy unwin imagine #eggsy imagine #kingsman imagine

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ghostie-luther · 4 years ago

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Umbrella academy headcanons #1 - sexuality

Takes place in my "I won't hesitate bitch" texting universe on ao3, which you can read, here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24146260

In my universe the hargreeves siblings are 13 years old! !

Luther

-luther is pansexual, like Klaus!

-so ik in the series and stuff he loses his v card to rave girl (which was technically r*pe btw....he was drunk out of his mind) but come onnnn Luther with a boyfriend? CUTE

-he probably knew from an early age tbh, told reggie and Reggie was like "haha think again bitch" and basically told him he couldn't afford to be gay as number 1

-which is, by the way, bullshit

-and although Luther is very comfortable in his gender as a cis male, he gotta admit, he loves a good skirt

-like the pink pleated aesthetic ones?? The pastel ones?? Ohmyfuckinggod he drooled

-so Grace made him one!!

-like cmon let the boy wear what he wants. He looks adorable in it >:(

-he and Klaus are very similar in the way that they both like feminine clothing and have both been caught wearing makeup and painted nails

-yes Luther thirsts over luke Evans get with the times

Diego

-Diego is straight!

-he attracts alot of female attention while out on missions and interviews and he LOVES it

-hes very confident when he comes to the ladies, despite never having a girlfriend

-although he knows how to paint nails like a BOSS for his siblings. He doesn't even care. He OWNS it

-like he will sit and listen to tea while doing their nails for hours and hours

-lmao he tried to do that "sexy growl" thing men do during an interview and spat everywhere

-girls took the absolute piss out of him for MONTHS

-recently he's had his eye on this girl named Eudora who walks past the mansion on her way to school.....but it'll never happen

-right?

Allison

-Allison is also straight!

-her and Diego and five are the only "straight" ones tbh

-Vanya says it's a shame because lots of girls would have FLOCKED to Allison give them the chance

-one of her favourite things to do is let Klaus do her makeup after Reggie has gone to bed

- like Diego, she a sucker for gossip

-sometimes her and Diego pick fun at the others but it's all harmless teasing that they're all perfectly fine with

-Luther: imagine drawing your eyebrows on everyday

Allison: imagine hiding in the bathroom for an hour because you were wearing a skirt and dad was looking for you

Luther:

Allison: couldn't be me

-she's such a diva! She likes to strut around in feather boas with Klaus and talk about boys and read magazines

-its her favourite time of day

Klaus

-Klaus is pansexual like Luther!

-Klaus, while also is very confident in his gender, STEALS ALLISONS AND GRACES CLOTHES-

-honestly you'd go into his room and he'd be sat there in an prom dress and a boa

-nobody even HAD a prom dress

-he Ben and Luther like to have sleepovers alot to catch up and thirst over men (and women) they like

-Klaus loves to wear makeup!

- not as subtle as Luther though. Where Luther would have maybe some blush, red or pink eyeshadow and lilgloss Klaus would POP OFF

-vibrant eyeshadow, eyeliner, lipstick, eyebrows drawn on highlighter ETC

-i mean...hes not amazing at it but he finds it SO FUN

- he keeps getting Luther to try the eyeliner but he won't, and Klaus gets really mad because IT WOULD SUIT HIM SO WELL

-both he and luther have to do the makeup when there's NO chance at getting caught tho because reggie would go off the RAILS

five

-straight as a lamppost

-but he's in the community because he is asexual!

-nothing to do with adult stuff appeals to him AT ALL

-at least before he dissapeared oop

-now nobody knows

-HAD THE BIGGEST CRUSH ON SELENA GOMEZ

-"compared to me she's as smart as a newborn baby but GODAMN she cute-"

Ben

-TIS A GAY CHILD

- this babey is fully, 100% gay

-but you wouldn't really be able to tell because he keeps it pretty quiet and doesn't really show anything off??

-OH OF COURSE you get the sass and the gay jokes but he doesn't really join in with the whole "omg look at this man" type thing

-maybe he's just shy

-hes shy but will paint his nails black any day of the week

-i think he would rather cry in the library than admit he liked someone tbh

-hes so awkward it's adorable

-sometimes the rest forget he's gay because he acts...well...straight or doesn't mention it for AGES and then he'll come out with "-oh PLEASE when me and my husband get married-" or something and everyone fucking JOLTS

Vanya

-AGAIN, STRAIGHT AS A WOBBLY CIRCLE

- this child is so gay omg she can't contain it

-every joke she makes about herself points to herself being gay (which i mean...same)

- she has posters of famous female singers in her room because:

- "dad these women inspire me to play the violin and are the reason I strive to be better."

-like no sis tf???

- you just like to stare at them

- she deadass outlined Angelina jolies face in a lipstick heart like this was an early 2000s movie

- she gets really frustrated sometimes because Allison likes boys and vanyas all "I like...hnnng girls...women...BOOBS...girls, women are nice ygm?" And Allison's like "..no?💀"

-has exactly 12 flannel shirts in her wardrobe

- sis you WEAR UNIFORM EVERYDAY-

#luther hargreeves #allison hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #ben hargreeves #diego hargreeves #five hargreeves #the umbrella academy #headcanon #everyone is gay

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cursed-dreamss · 4 years ago

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the color of eden & dream ; a short story

an original short story by raven ryans

Love is - as countless other book characters would say - just a chemical reaction. But with Eden and me it’s more than just testosterone and estrogen. Addyson Peoria and Aron Rucynzski might disagree - but I say love is connection. Love is hope and holding on to one another. Love is finding the right people, people that make your heart sing. Love is understanding, comradery, and protectiveness. Love is communication - love is long talks and held hands. Love is messy and - and love is bold.

*** “Edes, we have lives. School, work, roommates, aspirations, lives”

“I know.”

“We can’t just stay out here forever”

“I know”

“Do you?”

“No”

***

“Edes, what happened to us? We used to be so perfect. Everything used to be so easy”

“We did. It did.”

“So what happened? You - you disappeared, Edes. Where did you go?”

“Where did I go?”

“Where did you go.” “A place I hope you never have to see.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Hush, Dream. Listen to the birds. Hush. ”

***

A star. A wish. I wish for everything to go back to the way it used to be. Eden and me; unstoppable. Eden and me; laughing. Eden and me; best friends. Eden and me; kissing. Eden and me; trusting. Eden and me. Eden and me.

*** Things can never go back the way it used to be. The old Eden is dead - she died years and years ago, the moment everything went to hell. Now all that’s left is this shell; fragments of the girl I used to be. I used to smile. I used to laugh. I used to enjoy life, God I used to enjoy life. I used to love; I used to be capable of love. I used to be confident; I used to be sweet, like honey, and yet tart like the first apple off the tree - some people’s favorite type of apple, others’ least favorite. Then reality caught up. Now I don’t smile, I don’t laugh, I don’t enjoy life. I don’t love, I'm not confident, I'm not sweet. I'm rotten, like the core of an apple when you leave it out too long. Nobody’s favorite type of apple. Not even Dream’s. *** “Green is the color of the grass where I used to read-”

“No, that song is depressing.”

“HEY!”

“It is. Just the truth, Dream.”

“I know a place we could goooo”

“Also depressing”

“I know a place where there aren’t any roaaaads”

“Why does this song fit us so well?” “Where the grass is always greener”

“Green is our color”

“And doesn’t scratch your fingers”

“Well no that would just be tragic”

“I know a place” *** Eden called me. After a week of barely talking. She called me. She said I know a place we could go. I laughed. Eden knew - Eden knows - how much I love that song. No one has been there no one will know. So we left - we grabbed some edibles and left. Didn’t tell our friends. Didn’t tell anyone. Just - left. The most impulsive thing I’ve seen Eden do since high school. She was almost herself again. Almost. *** Green. Grass. Trees. Dream’s favorite sweater. The one I used to wear.

Green. Leaves. The Spotify app icon. John Green.

Green. Money. Chartreuse. What is chartreuse?

Green. Mint gum. Kale smoothies. Emeralds.

Green. Harry Potter And The Half-Blood Prince. Best cover. Green. The house I grew up in.

Green. Dream and I. *** “I still love you.”

“What?”

“I just wanted you to know that.”

“Oh, well, thanks, D.”

“Your welcome”

“Dream?”

“Yeah?”

“I -”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t know if I can love anyone.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Well, that’s okay. I have enough love for both of us.” *** Dream is perfect. Everything I want, everything I need. I just wish I could love Dream as much as I used to. I loved Dream like the moon loves the sun - always and forever. But maybe always isn’t forever.

*** I am blue. Cold water, icy cliffs, deep and mysterious. Dream is yellow. Bright smiles, sunflowers, open and loving.

Put us together - we are green. Fresh leaves, rustling trees, rooted and wonderful. *** “FRUCK ITS RAINING”

“WOAH I HADN’T NOTICED” “RUN RUN RUN RUN”

“WHAT DO YOU THINK I'M DOING, EDEN??”

“STANDING THERE CACKLING AND SCREECHING THAT YOU’RE A STORM GODDESS” “BUT I'M RUNNING NOW”

“RUN FASTER”

***

“What happens now, Edes?”

“I dont know.”

“We’ll be fine. We got this.”

“Do we have to go back to uni?”

“We’re running out of food, so probably.”

“I don't want to, D. I want to stay here, with you, forever.”

“I used to believe in forever, but now I think forever is too short.”

“Dream Winston Grace-Riley, did you just quote Winnie The Pooh to me?”

“Eden Christine Verena, did you just catch my quoting of darling Pooh?”

“Shut up.”

“Love you too.” *** I thought Eden loved me. All this time - I thought she loved me. I still think she does, deep down. She just doesn’t know it. If she didn’t love me, why would she call me and run away deep into the woods with me? Unless Eden’s secretly an ax murderer who has a liking for theater nerds named Dream, she loves me. I don’t know how to help her realize that though. I don’t know how to help her at all. *** Dream looks at me in a way that only Dream can. With love, with tenderness, with an overwhelming amount of adoration. All I’ve ever given Dream in return was bullshit - except for the beginning. We were so free. Full of love for each other; for ourselves; for the world. Now I’m held down by the binds of society - by the binds of the Verena’s - by the binds of my own mind. Now I’m full of hate - for myself, for the world, but never for Dream.

*** I laugh. She looks at me sadly, the ghost of a thousand laughs lost on her quiet lips. I hush. She takes my hand. I blush. Six years, I still blush. She tells me she doesn’t know anything. I tell her that’s okay, that we can figure it out together. She says she doesn’t know if she can do that. I’m silent. ***

“Dream?”

“Yeah?”

“I would be nothing without you. Don’t leave me.”

“Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.”

***

“If you could go anywhere in the world right now, where would it be?”

“My happy place.”

“Where’s that?”

“With you, Eden. With you.” *** Eden. She’s a lot. She’s brave and compassionate and caring and practical and unique and beautiful and perfect. And best of all, she’s mine. *** “How do you still believe in magic? After everything that has happened to us - to me - how do you still believe that there’s magic?”

“I don’t, not all the time.”

“What makes you remember to believe it?”

“You. Every time I look at you, I’m a little girl again - sure that there is magic in this world.” *** Love declarations. Sweet letters. Lingering kisses. Passion. Freedom. Happiness. Turned into . . .

Unsaid adoration. Not-so-awkward silence. Distant hugs. Unknown. Lingering sadness. Shadows.

*** “I don’t wanna lose - I don’t wanna lose this with you.”

“I don’t either, Dream darling.” “Then hold on to me, Eden. Hold on to me.”

“I am.”

*** If you don’t want to lose this then try and put a little effort into this goddamn relationship. I want to scream at Eden. But I don’t. I don’t i dont’ i never do - I can't I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t.

*** We should leave soon. Dream has roommates ; I have work. Dream has school ; I have work. Dream has theatre ; I have work. Dream has a life; I have work. *** “When are we going back?”

“You make it sound so ominous, D.”

“I mean, it kinda is.”

“I don’t know - we should go back - er - you should go back.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow.” *** Our last night together. Ever? ***

Ever. *** I don’t want to go back. I don’t want to leave this perfect safe haven in this deep dark forest of just me and Eden. My problems checked themselves at the door the moment she called me, but I know hers came with us. Hers follow us everywhere, relentless phantoms haunting her day and night. I see them in the morning - shadows lurking just over her shoulder, forcing her to shrink under the pressure. I see them at night - floating over the moon blocking the moonlight from landing on her beautiful face. I see them everywhere. I can only imagine what it’s like for poor Eden. *** Poor Eden.

Whatever happened to poor Eden?

Some say my mom died. Poor Eden’s mother, passed away when she was only 14. Poor Eden. Some say my dad left. Did you hear? Poor Eden’s father left her and Ceelio. Poor Eden. Some say I died. Poor Mr. and Mrs. Verena - their only daughter. Dead. Poor Eden, she was so young. Some say I disappeared, never to be seen from again. Where did Eden Verena go? Nobody knows. She’s gone. Poor Eden. They are all true, and yet all false at the same time. My mother died - and yet she is still alive. My father left - and yet he is still around. I died - and yet I am still alive. I disappeared - and yet I am here, with Dream, deep in this forest. *** The morning I left was crisp, bright, birds singing, sun shining. It matched my mood. It did not match Eden’s. *** “So. We’re leaving today, Edes.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“What’s going to happen to us?”

“I don’t know. You have a life - you tell me.”

“You have a life too, Edes.”

“Oh really?”

“Me. You have me, Eden Christine Verena.”

“I do.” *** Dream’s leaving. I am not. *** “Look! Its civilization! Edes, oh my gosh look look look it's a TOW TRUCK!”

“It is indeed, D. Good observation.”

“Come onnnn lets gooooo we have to get back to campus!”

“You go on, I want a minute just me and the forest.”

“Okayyy. I’ll meet you down at the gas station, okay?”

*** I never met her down at the gas station. She never came. I waited and waited - for nearly four hours. I told myself she had gotten lost, I told myself she had fallen asleep, I told myself she cared. I ran back into the forest. I searched and searched. I could not find her. Eden Verena was simply gone. *** Eden Verena had been gone for years, but no one had noticed. Every day I bled a little more until the cut that always bleeds had no blood left to spill. Until I had no blood left to spill. Then I disappeared for real - forever. *** I never let her go completely. Every day I go down to the gas station and wait for Eden - Eden Eden Eden, my one true love, my source of happiness, my everything. She never comes. *** Dream has to let me go. I know Dream will - eventually. I will fade away until I’m nothing but a distant memory. Oh, Eden? Ha yeah, just an ex of mine. But Dream will never fade away to me. Dream is always - Dream is forever. Even if I’m not. *** My happy place. I told her she was my happy place. I told her I loved her, that I was there for her, that I was hers. I told her over and over again. I didn’t tell her enough. I didn’t do enough. I could have saved her - but no. I tried - I tried, I tried I tried but I didn’t try hard enough. *** Nothing Dream did or said could have saved me. I was too far gone. *** I will love Eden Verena till the end of my days, even if she didn’t love me until the end of hers. *** Goodbye, Dream. I should have said goodbye a long time ago. But I’m saying it now. Goodbye. I - I love you. I loved you. *** All things green die at some point. Grass, trees, leaves, Eden and Dream. They all die at some point - and maybe some point is now.

#raven ryans #ravenryanswrites #the color of eden and dream #original story #drabble #short story #realistic fiction #romance #love #gay #eden verena #dream grace-riley #raven atarah's writing adventures #[ short story ]

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blackhakumen · 4 years ago

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Mini Fanfic #497: (Trying to) Stay Home Today (SSBU)

Dark Pit: (Sighs Relaxingly While Laying Down on the Living Room's Sofa) Finally....I have the entire day in this mansion to myself. Just me, myself, the TV in front of me, but mostly importantly, I don't have to deal with anymore bullshit to-

'Doorbell Rang'

Dark Pit: ('Sigh') Not even a minute later and I already spoken too soon....(Got up from the Sofa to Answer the Mansion's Door)

'Door Open'

Dark Pit: What do you want?

A Shy Guy with a Purple Bowtie: Greetings, my good angel man! Allow me to introduce myself, I am-

Dark Pit: Game Guy?

Game Guy: (Impressed) Ahh. I see you're already familiar of who I am, yes?

Dark Pit: (Rolled his Eyes in a Bit of Annoyance) Of course. How I can forget the biggest gambling cheapskate in Mario Party 3?

Game Guy: (Already Sweating Bullets) Y-Yes! Well....('Clears Throat') I know that my role in that game was..... Questionable at best, but rest assured! I've already became a very changed man.

Dark Pit: (Starts Looking at Game Guy a Little More Suspiciously) Right......So do you have any reason of being or-

Game Guy: Why, yes actually! I walked all over the beautiful town of Smash Town today and I couldn't help but notice your huge, gorgeous mansion from a distance. So I decided come by and ask you.....(Pulls out Some Cards From his Pocket) to play a game of cards with yours truly.

Dark Pit: ....................You mean to tell me that you came...all the way here just for a game of cards?

Game Guy: Well, when you put it like that, I-

Dark Pit: Already don't care.

'Door Close'

Dark Pit: (Making Way Back to the Living Room) Alright. With that out of the way, I can finally enjoy the rest the day here by my-

'Doorbell Rang'

Dark Pit: ('Groans a Little in Annoyance')

'Dood Open'

Dark Pit: Look, man, I don't want to play your stupid card- Oh. It's just you guys.

Wario: (Standing Next to Waluigi on the Doorstep) 'Eyyy, Dark Pit! Just the man we somewhat need to see! We need you for something.

Dark Pit: It doesn't involve a game of cards, is it?

Waluigi: What? No! We just need your help for a sec.

Dark Pit: ('Sigh') Okay. Fine. What's the problem?

Wario: We're looking for that lousy Cheapskate Game Guy!

Waluigi: Yeah!! He's a Shy Guy with-

Dark Pit: A purple bowtie? Yeah, I seen him. He came by here not too long for some card game before I shut the door on him.

Wario: ('Sigh a bit Angrily') Yep. That's the cheater alright.....

Waluigi: Knew it....

Dark Pit: What? He asked you two bozos to play cards with him too?

Waluigi: That's right. Wario accepted his challenge and everything.

Wario: He cheated me out of all of my money and gems!!

Dark Pit: (Raised an Eyebrow) You mean the ones you stole?

Wario: Noooo. I found them all fair and square!

Waluigi: (Glares and Growls at Wario) ............

Wario: ('Groans in Defeat') Fine....Me and Waluigi found them fair and square. (Turns to Waluigi) There! Happy?

Waluigi: (Starts Smiling Smugly) ('Heh Heh') Very.

Dark Pit: (Sighs While Beginning to Lose his Patience) Look, if you two really want to find the guy that badly, then why don't you look for him back in town. Couldn't be that hard to find since he had a giant, purple bowtie.

Wario: ('Groans in Defeat') I can't believe I'm saying this, but you're right. Guess we're having ourselves a Shy Guy hunt today.

Waluigi: (Place a Hand on Wario's Shoulder) Look on the bright side, bro. Once we're able to find him and get back all the money and gems he stole....(An Evil Grin Begins to Creep up on his Face) We rob him out of every single thing he has.

Wario: (Starts Grinning Evilly as Well) Say...... That's actually not a bad idea there, bro. If that cheapskate's really all that rich like he said he is, we can be able bet for everything he got and more and cheat our ways to victory. We'll finally live like kings!!

Wario/Waluigi: ('WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!')

Dark Pit: Yeah. Good luck with that.

'Door Close'

Dark Pit: (Finally Arrives at the Living Room and Sat Down on the Sofa) I swear.... Those two have no idea what they're getting themselves into anymore. ('Sigh') Doesn't matter. At least I can finally sit back and-

???: Well, well, well. If isn't one of Palutena's baby bois

Dark Pit: (Groans in Annoyance once He Immediately Recognized that Voice) Hades.......

Hades: (Gives Dark Pit his Usual Evil Like Smile) At your absolute service! How are you doing on this fine day today?

Dark Pit: I was actually having a good day till you came here....

Hades: Oh come now. There's no need to give me the hostile attitude here. I'm just here to say 'Hello' to an old friend is all.

Dark Pit: (Gives Hades a "Really?" Look) We're not friends, Hades.

Hades: Ah. Yes....Maybe calling you "Friend" isn't the right word....How about I call you my "Edgy Frenemy" instead? That has a nice ring to it, don'tcha think?

Dark Pit: Don't you have anyone else Irritate? Like your whole "League of Villains Club" or whatever?

Hades: 'Fraid not. The gang already has plans for the today. Bowser's spending time with his kids, Ganondorf meeting some lady name Urbosa, Mewtwo hanging out with Zelda and the two Links, Ridley flying off to space for some reason, not entirely sure what Dark Samus is doing right now if I'm being honest....

Dark Pit: Yeah. I don't care. You think you could get out of my sight now?

Hades: (Rolled his Eyes a bit Playfully) Again with the hostile attitude. Sometimes I wonder what I would ever do to deserve this kind of mistreatment....

Dark Pit: Oh gee. I don't know? How about the fact that made me watch THREE, WHOLE, GODDAMN EPISODES OF BOKU NO FUCKING PICO!!!!!

Hades: Ah. I see you still remember that memory very fondly.

Dark Pit: WHAT SO YOU THINK?!!!

Hades: (Chuckles Lightly) What's with all the yelling for? You're still living, aren't you? Or perhaps you want me show you another anime masterpiece-

Dark Pit: (Immediately Got Up From the Sofa) That's it! Where's my staff?!

Hades: Alright. Fiiiiiiiiiine. I'll get out of hair. I can clearly see I'm not welcome here.....Unless I can change your mind with an anime called "Happy Sugar-

Dark Pit: JUST GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE ALREADY BEFORE I SHOOT YOUR SORRY ASS DOWN!!!

Hades: Fine. Fine. I'll leave you alone, Little Pitto. Hades out. (Disappears with a "Pop" Sound)

Dark Pit: (Groans While Slumping Back Down on the Sofa) God, I hate that guy with a passion. (Took a Deep Breath) Doesn't matter. He's gone......Maybe now I can finally enjoy my day here alone. (Laying Down on the Sofa) Starting off with a nap.....

And with that Dark Pit closes his eyes to get some sleep................That I until....

???: PITTO!!

Dark Pit: (Eyes Open and Awake) What the- ACK! (Falls Off of the Sofa) ('Groans') Son of a- Huh? (Looks up to see Ren, Pit, and Futuba Looking Down on Him) What are you nerds doing here?

Ren: (Chuckles Lightly While Helping Dark Pit Back up in his Feet) To get you off of here, of course.

Futuba: (Smiles Brightly) We're all having a Beach Day today!

Dark Pit: (Raised an Eyebrow) Beach day?

Pit: Yeah, man. I tried calling you about and everything, remember?

Flashback.... Earlier This Morning....

Dark Pit slept through all of Pit's calls and voicemails in their room.

End of Flashback

Dark Pit: Huh. So that explain the vibrating.......

Ren: So....Now that you got yourself out of the sofa, how about joining us for some-

Dark Pit: Pass.

Ren: What?

Dark Pit: You heard me. I said I'll pass. I'm in the middle of my "me" time, in case neither of you didn't notice.

Pit: B-But.....(Frowns Sadly) Summer's about to end soon......

Futuba: (Frowns Sadly as Well) Beach Day wouldn't be the same without you......

Dark Pit: I know...... (Lays Back Down on the Sofa) And I couldn't care less either way.

Pit: But broooooo!! Come onnnn!! Don't bail on us now!!!

Futuba: We'll all miss you like crazy if you don't come!! Pleeeeeease!!

Ren: (Gives Dark Pit a "Really?" Look) Dude, come on. You're making your siblings sad here.

Dark Pit: Still don't care.....

Ren: So that's it then? You're actually gonna stay in this mansion for the entire day?

Dark Pit: That's the plan, Joker. And nothing's gonna convince me otherwise.

Futuba: (Slowly Starts Building up a (Cute) Evil Smile) Oh really? Not even....Oh, I don't know, a video of singing Toads?

Dark Pit: (Raised an Eyebrow) Singing what not?

Futuba: Toads. You know. Princess Peach's civilians and whatnot.

Dark Pit: (Sighs While Rolling his Eyes) I know who they are, Futuba. I just don't think their little singing has what it takes to change my mind.

Futuba: (Already Pulling up her Phone) Really? No matter how terrible and off-key their vocal skills really are?

Pit: Ah man. I heard a group of them sing once..... (Shudders a Little) They were all pretty bad alright.....Still cute though.

Dark Pit: (Sweating Smaller, Less Visible Bullets) N-Nope. Still not convinced otherwise!

Ren: (Gives Dark Pit a Teasing Smirk) Last chance, kiddo. Join us on Beach Day or face the wrath of a group of poorly singing Toads. Choice is yours.

Dark Pit: ('Scoffs') Please. You nerds can try scaring me all you want! I ain't gonna leave this sofa in the slightest!

Ren: Okay. Don't say I didn't warn you. Hit it, sis!

Futuba: Gladly! (Plays the Roads Version of Bohemian Rhapsody)

Toads: (Singing) Is this the REAL LIGHT?!! IS IT JUST FANTA-

Dark: (Already Had Enough and Got Up From the Sofa) OKAY! OKAY! FINE! I'll go to the beach with you dorks! Just stop the damn song already!! Please!!

Futuba: (Pause the Song off her Phone with a Satisfied Smile) Glad we had an understanding, bro.

Dark Pit: ('Sighs in Utter Defeat') Whatever. Just tell me when we get to leave.....

Ren: In a few minutes. The rest of the gang are already at a nearby store, getting everything we need for the party later on.

Dark Pit: Party?

Pit: (Smiles Brightly) Yeah! We planned on having this really cool Beach Party once the sun sets.

Futuba: (Smiles Excitedly) We're getting ourselves ice cream cakes and everything!

Dark Pit: (Huh. Beach Day might actually sounds promising for once...) Alright. You nerds finally got my attention. (Makes his Way to the Stairs) I'll get myself ready....(Looks Back and Points at all Three of his Siblings) And you three better not think about leaving me either!

Ren: (Smiles Softly) Relax. We ain't gonna leave you behind in the slight.

Pit: (Smiles Brightly) Ren's right, Pitto. Just take as much time as you need to get ready! B-But not too much time! 'Kay?

Dark Pit: Uh-huh-

Futuba: Wait! Pitto! There's something important I need to tell you!

Dark Pit: What?

Futuba: (Show Dark Pit a Heart Sign with her Hands While Smiling) We love youu!~

Dark Pit: (Blushes a Little Before Turning Away) Yeah. I know.........I......love you guys too....(Walk Up the Stairs to Get Himself Ready for the Day)

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#super smash ultimate #dark pit #game guy (mario party 3)#wario #waluigi #hades #ren amimaya #pit #futuba sakura #toads #humor #fluff at the end #hades being hades #dark pit couldn't care less about anything #....but deep down he does really care about those he care about #......even when he doesn't show it most of ths time #summer isn't entirely over yet buuuuut......#have to edited it again to make it perfect. sorry about that

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multiphandomunnies · 5 years ago

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ms. popular | bae joohyun

request: hi how are you I wanted to ask for a high school fame reader x yandere Irene. Thank you I love your work ❤ admin: jade genre: angst warnings: mention of blood, death, knives word count: 2.8K author’s note: i finished this at two in the morning and my god, i suck at scary things but i was looking around my room PANICKED alsp apush is Advanced Placement US History ans i’m sorry the moodboard looks gross i’ll fix it in the morning for you!

you smiled as you walked down the hall, waving at everyone. you truly were the it girl, the one that everyone knew, everyone either hated or adored you, but the feeling for you was mostly adoration, so many people respected you. You stopped at your locker as your friend walked over. “hi Irene,” you smiled as you searched through your purse looking for the yellow tube of carmex that you had. you pulled it out and put it on and smiled as Irene and you spoke. “I can’t do it anymore y/n,” you pouted. “Oh come onnnn, chem isn’t that bad, it’s the teacher, i say we go to guidance and complain, it’s not our fault he can’t teach, that’s on him.” she nodded and sighed. “but i’d feel beyond guilty if he got fired,” you nodded as you thought about it, you quickly snapped out of it as the warning bell rang. you shut your locker as you said bye to your friend and walked away to the first period, everyone watching you. you pushed your hair away carefully and smiled as you walked into your class and found your seat. “What would you do if you didn’t have your popularity?” you rolled your eyes at minhyuk as he smirked, waiting for your cheesy response. you leaned over your desk and looked at him. “what would you do if you were seen as a decent guy instead of a cheating dirt bag?” you smirked and leaned back as his friends looked at you in shock. occasionally you were able to pull through with clap backs but sometimes you weren’t. but OH BOY when you had one everyone would look at you in awe. “alright, alright, everyone get to their seats, leave y/n alone,” you smiled as he had everyone sit down. “we have a new student today, this is Seunghee,” you watched as she walked in. She had long legs, beautiful dark hair, she was wearing a nice blouse that was pink and a pair of jeans. you smiled and waved at her. Your teacher smiled as she looked around. “hi, I'm Seunghee, nice to meet all of you,” she nodded and smiled a little. you watched as the teacher told her to sit in the open desk next to yours.

You smiled as you caught Seunghee up with her work. The whole time she stared with dark eyes. You cleared your throat and she’d snap out of it. A few other times you could tell she was staring at you. it was a little concerning but, you were kinda used to getting stares from people, it didn’t really freak you as much as it freak out others you just accepted it as her behavior. You were used to people staring at you. You walked out of class and she followed behind you, not too close but not too far. You tried to ignore it, but it was a little odd. Irene walked over and smiled. “hey y/n, how did apush go?” Along with being who you were you were actually pretty smart. You shrugged at her. “it was alright, she hinted at a possible pressure right tomorrow” Irene groaned. “nooooo,” you nodded and sighed. “If it's on world war two i think i’ll do okay,” Irene nodded as you looked out of the corner of your eye to see that the new girl was no longer there. your body loosened when you saw she was gone. ( you didn’t even realize that you were tensed up.) Irene looked at you. “Are you okay y/n, something doesn’t seem right,” You looked at her and shrugged. “I’ll tell you when we sit down,” The two of you stopped walking and rested against the lockers outside your chemistry room. Your teacher was always late to class. By “always” you mean that 4 out of 5 days of the week your teacher was opening the door for his students to come in forty-two seconds after the bell. You and Irene did the math to average out how late he usually is. The bell rang and you stared at the dull ceiling waiting. “I still don’t see him, I think we should leave.” Your classmate chuckled as you rolled your eyes. You’d love to ditch class, but you would prefer to not see your grade fall. You heard the door slam open as your teacher smiled. “Sorry, I appear to be late today,” Your other classmate rolled her eyes. “You’re late everyday, apologizing doesn’t change that,” He looked at the student annoyed as you walked in with Irene and sat down at your desks. “Soooo… you’re gonna tell me what’s up now, right?” Irene smiled as you nodded. “So there’s a new girl in my class, for apush, well she seems nice and all but the entire class she stared at me, it wasn’t like a quick look then look the other way but she stared for a whole ass five minutes, I have to sit next to her too,” Irene furrowed her brows. “Are you sure this isn’t your imagination playing games?” You shook your head. “No, she was staring, not even a little bit,” Irene nodded. You watched as your teacher stared at you, “Y/n… Irene, are we ready to continue the lesson?” You looked up at him. “You haven’t started class though, that’s why we were talking,” He looked at you. “Well we’re losing class time because of chitchat,” Irene squinted. “Actually we lose more class time from you being late everyday but whatever go with you think.” He looked at the two of you silent before continuing on.

The two of you walked out and sighed as you headed to the cafeteria. “I swear i hate that man” You rolled your eyes as you sat down at one of the tables. Tossing your backpack on the ground. Irene nodded quickly. “Why did he call us out when he was setting up a presentation and doing nothing else?” You shook your head. “I don’t know, but he doesn’t deserve to be a teacher.” You watched as someone sat at the table connected to yours. You moved your bag over so it wasn’t in their way. You looked over and realized it was Seunghee. She looked at you for a little bit then cleared her throat. “I’m sorry, I don't mean to stare, you’re just really pretty, do you think you can help me out with apush? I'm a little lost.” She scratched the back of her head as you nodded and looked at her. “Yeah, of course,” She smiled as you leaned over to help her. No words went through her head as she stared at you. Irene noticed and kicked your foot under the table. “I think we should go talk to guidance now about our small situation with Chemistry,” You looked at Irene. “I guess this would be a good time,” You paused then looked at Seunghee. “Sorry, how about I give you my number and you can text me any questions you have.” You smiled and pulled out a pad of sticky notes and wrote your number in your careful, neat handwriting. “Thank you,” She smiled and took the sticky note, You grabbed your bag and walked out with Irene. “What made you want to go now?” You looked at her curiously, as you walked to guidance. “She does stare at you weird, as you were helping her she wasn’t paying attention at all,” You shrugged, “I think I was over thinking though, she just seems really shy and I don’t blame her, she’s coming to a brand new school and I’m sure the work load already put on her is scary.” Irene sighed. “I dunno, I just want you to be safe,” You shook your head and smiled at Irene. “Don’t worry, I’m careful,” You reassured her as she nodded slightly. “I guess,” You smiled softly at Irene. “I kinda feel bad for leaving her though,” you pouted slightly as she shrugged. “I’m sure she’s fine, she’s a pretty girl, anyone would go sit with her so she isn’t lonely.” You nodded slightly at Irene.

By the time you got home you were already texting Seunghee, you came to find her as such a sweet girl. You started to feel guilty about what you were saying to Irene about her. You found out that she’s shy, a comedic genius but she also had a real nice voice. Something about her vocals were eerie. You loved it, her voice sent chills up your spine. You asked her why she left her previous town, just to keep conversation going and the call went dark. “Don’t ask about that” her voice dropped to a low raspy tone, goosebumps covered your arms as you tried to picture her face in this exact moment. “S-sorry” you couldn’t help but stutter over your words. You swallowed as she picked up conversation again. Her tone changed dramatically to her normal uplifting tone. You kept talking to her as you decided to look up her name. Many resources popped up, showing the death of a teenage girl from the town Seunghee moved from, and it happened days before she moved to your town. Seunghee heard your typing and squinted. “I didn’t think any of your classes had a written assignment,” You swallowed at her comment as you looked at pictures of the victim. “O-oh, no,” your voice was shaky and Seunghee picked up on it. “I’m helping with my mom’s work,” you nodded to yourself with the lie you just told. “You’re looking me up aren’t you?” her voice was low again. You blushed and thought of a cover quickly. “I was curious to see if i could follow you on social media,” You swallowed, with how fast she changed her tone was starting to alarm you. “I’ll send you my usernames through chat after we hang up,” You shut your laptop. “Okay, that’s fine,” Seunghhe thought, starting to think you didn’t trust her. “I think you and Irene should have a sleepover with me,” You thought, “I dunno,” your voice sounded a bit wary. On the other side of the line Seunghee looked annoyed. “Do you not trust me or something? You sound a little scared,” You swallowed. “No, I trust you, but how come you’re inviting Irene?” Seunghee’s voice drifted off in a scary tone, she had other intentions in mind but of course she wasn’t going to say them. To her that would ruin the fun. “Just cause she’s your friend, I’d like to get to know her as well, because she’s friends with you and I love you,” You smiled a little, taking her “I love you” as a platonic thing. “Awe, i love you too Seunghee,” You mainly said it back because you were starting to get scared of her. How did she know Irene’s name? Did you say it during free period? Did she stalk your socials and you have no idea? So many questions ran through your head. Mostly about the girl that mysteriously “disappeared” but the police cleared it as if it was a murder. You snapped out of it as Seunghee’s voice bellowed through your phone. “So is it a yes or no? I think tomorrow night will work best.” You swallowed. “Oh.. uh yeah, sure, sounds like a plan,” Seunghee smiled to herself, plans running through her head. “Perfect, I’ll see you then,”

You hung up right away and texted Irene. “I fucked up, Seunghee is not as nice as I thought, she invited us over for a sleepover, I accidentally agreed, her tone was scary and it sounds like she has other plans,” Irene read your text. “So you’re telling me that we both have to go over,” A few moments later she sent another text. “I guess it’s fine, i rather have both of us there than one of us.” you sighed in relief as you texted Seunghee. “Both of us can be there :)” Seunghee left you on read as you stared up at the ceiling and gulped. Having no idea what to expect the next night.

Irene showed up at your door. “Ready?” You nodded slightly as you grabbed your bag and got in the car with Irene. You quickly took a picture with her and put it on your Snapchat story, if you did go missing at least you had plenty of people that could see where you could possibly be.

You watched as Irene parked, the two of you looked at what seemed like a normal house then looked at each other before getting out of the car. Before you could even ring the doorbell, Seunghee had the door open and smiled in the friendliest way possible. “Hi, i’m glad we’re able to hang out, it’s always so hard for me to make friends.” Seunghee pouted then gave you a hug and you hugged her back carefully, not wanting to get too close. You let go after a moment as she held on for a few more moments before pulling away. She looked over and waved at Irene. “I hope we get closer as you are one of y/n’s friends.” Irene nodded a little. “I’d like to get to know you too, as y/n’s best friend, i can’t wait for the three of us to be like the three musketeers,” Seunghee nodded a little. “Wouldn’t that be cute,” She smiled a little before leading the two of you to her bedroom, “I have the couch and one of you could sleep in my bed with me too,” She smiled innocently, her eyes looked hooded over, a look unfamiliar from anyone else you’ve seen. Seunghee stared at you for a moment as the familiar feeling from the phone call came back “So, y/n, are you pretty much the number one girl at school?” Seunghee looked at you as you shrugged. “I guess you could say that, I just get along with everyone,” You smiled innocently. She nodded and sighed. “I’ve always wanted to be the popular girl that everyone loves,” You nodded a little, listening carefully to understand what she was saying. She shrugged, “I also don’t mind being the new girl though, I don’t like attention all the time,” You nodded and smiled a little. “That makes sense,” She looked over at Irene, she looked stiff and closed off as her arms were crossed over her chest and she held her legs close to her as well. “Irene, would you mind helping me a little? The pizza should be here and I just need to pay, I was wondering if you could help carry it up here as I pay,” Irene nodded. “Oh, sure, I don’t mind helping you out,” Irene smiled as Seunghee looked at the time. “I think we should head down now,” Irene nodded and stood up as she walked downstairs as Seunghee followed moments later, after staring at you yet again. You sighed in relief to yourself, this wasn’t going as bad as you thought so far but it still wasn’t great. Maybe Seunghee was just tired last night and that’s why her mood was changing so much. You nodded to yourself, reassuring yourself that nothing could go wrong. You stretched out on the couch. You heard a bang and sat up a little as you listened to what was going on. The door did make an odd noise when you opened it early on your way in, that must be the sound you hear.

You truly thought that until you heard an ear piercing scream. You jumped up and ran downstairs, you watched as Irene exited the bathroom. “Sorry, a spider scared me,” You nodded a little and smiled, “i just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” Irene smiled, “awe thank you, that means a lot.” You walked in the bathroom, not seeing anything odd until you looked in the mirror after washing your hands. Drip drop...drip...drip...drip. You looked at the faucet and didn’t see anything wrong. You pulled the shower curtain back slightly and saw a red liquid dripping down, slowly but surely. You looked around until you saw where the sound was coming from. Seunghee was hanging there, her throat slit, blood covering her. You felt nauseous as you dropped down at the toilet and threw up, not expecting the sight of your new found friend. You stood up and opened the door while your body shook. “..what did you do?” you asked quietly then repeated your self louder as Irene smirked, holding the knife she used to hurt your friend. “I love you y/n,” You swallowed as she got closer with the knife. “I don’t want anyone in the way of our love,” before you could act, everything went black.

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sleepypeaky · 5 years ago

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{getaway} final, pt.4

Reader is the Blinder’s chauffeur….naturally that entails getaway driving too

Part 4/4 ———-part 1, part 2 , part 3

also this was unintentional but the reader is gender neutral

WC: 1458

Warnings: Shooting, blood, dramaaa

A/n: set just after season 5, like the day after the last episode.

and no this isnt historically accurate obvs but i had to do it to write the fucking thing

tnis is so fun to write so try and stop me. this is kind of a Finn x reader?? idk?? finn is my wife?? but he also smol gay boi?? im confused.

“Where’s Finn!?!” Ada yelled as she kicked open the door to Tommy’s study.

Tommy was at his desk with his head down. Arthur ventured to answer,

“We haven’t seen him since the speech. Johnny Dogs said (y/n) went to look for him.”

“Arthur that was 12 hours ago! They could be hurt!”

RING

Tommy raised his head and grabbed the phone.

“What?”

He eyes widened.

He slammed the phone back down on the receiver, and scrambled to his feet.

“Mosley’s been shot.”

They stared at each other.

Ada gasped.

“Oh my god.”

They all ran out the door.

“NO NO NO NO FUCK! FUCK!” You screamed into the steering wheel.

To say that you were speeding was an understatement, you were going so fast that you weren’t sure the car could handle it.

And at the same time, to make things even more dangerous, you were flicking your gaze to Finn’s marbled complection.

“Finn Finn come on come onnnn!” You slapped his face lightly, trying to wake him up.

He made a breathy groan, you weren’t sure if it was voluntary, but at least he was alive.

You cursed yourself,

“FUCK (y/n)!! WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING!” You yanked the wheel to the right and were thrown along with it as the car screeched into the direction you gave it.

You were almost at the hospital. It wasn’t smart considering what had just happened, but by the amount of blood you figured it was either this or him dying, and you were not taking that chance.

And this was far enough away that maybe it would just be passed off as a casualty of one of the many daily gang shootings.

You tore into the hospital driveway and slammed on the brakes, the tires were so shot from the drive that you skidded about 3 feet.

Throwing open the door and screaming for help, you sprinted around the car and flung open the passenger side door, grabbing finn’s face in you hands and trying to call him out of the depths of his mind.

“Finn finn wake up please please.” You cried.

His head lolled in your hands, but his eyelids fluttered, you whimpered with relief.

Two men with a stretcher came up behind you.

You let them to him and watched as they ran him inside.

Your legs, as heavy as led, followed suit.

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Ada sat frozen in the passenger seat of the car. A million thoughts going through her head.

She had her eyes pressed shut, hoping to anyone that would listen that her suspicions weren’t true.

Tommy’s hands were gripping the steering wheel so hard they resembled a skeleton’s. His face was in its usual stone mask, but his eyes were wind and active, no doubt thinking the same thoughts as Ava.

Arthur was silent in the backseat.

They pulled up to the scene and halted the car. Police were everywhere. The rain obscured the scene and oddly made it seem less intense than it was.

Two black tarps lay out on the ground.

Tommy sped over to them and in one swift motion, looked under each. The officers on the scene had recognized him and were awaiting his arrival, so they let this trespassing happen.

Though he let none of this show on his face, Tommy stood up and was relieved, both in seeing Mosley with half a skull, and seeing that the other body wasn’t Finn.

Maybe he wasn’t involved after all.

Nevertheless, before he went to speak to the press and police, he nodded to Ada: the signal to check the hospitals just in case.

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“I’m sorry you can’t come in here.”

A nurse grabbed your arm.

You looked at her in a daze,

“but..but...”

She looked apologetic and led you to a chair.

You looked down at yourself: your left shirt sleeve was drenched up to the elbow in blood from holding onto him during the car ride. As well as many other spaces on your clothes. And no doubt the car seat was completely ruined.

But all that was moot.

Because you gave into Finn he was fucking bleeding out in the other room. Why didn’t you just fucking say no? No Finn, we are not going to assassinate a parliament member. No Finn, i won’t drive you. Maybe you thought that you being there would somehow protect him? Doesn’t matter.

You leaned your head back against the wall and closed your eyes.

You sat like that for who-knows-how long when you heard your name called.

“(y/n)!?”

You stumbled to you feet, looking around for the nurse who called your name. Instead, you locked eyes with Ada.

A sob escaped your mouth as she ran towards you.

“Jesus fuck (y/n)! What happened?!” She held you.

You lowered you voice,

“I don’t know why i didn’t stop him. I could have but didn’t.”

She inhaled and nodded softly,

“It was you then.” She whispered.

You nodded,

“So fucking stupid–”

“At least you were fuckin’ there! If you weren’t there he would be under that black tarp with the faschist.” She harsh-whispered.

I made you feel a tad better, but still.

_____

Polly walked to the ringing phone with a usual speed.

“Hello?”

“Pol, it’s Ada.”

She tilted her head,

“What happened.”

Ada sighed over the phone,

“Finn is in the hospital, i’ll explain when you get here.”

“Jesus– not again. I’ll be right there.”

She shook her head and went to the door.

_______

“HE DID WHAT?!”

“Shhhh! Pol!”

Polly looked around to see if she was the only sane person in the room. Surely it wasn’t out of line to react like this.

She looked over at where you were sitting, still covered in blood and leaning on your hand.

“This family needs to calm the fuck down.”

“Not likely, pol.”

_____

The appearance of feet in your sightline brought you back to reality.

You looked up.

“He’s resting now, he’ll be ok.”

You stood up, shaky.

You gestured to Polly and Ada.

“Can we see him?”

The nurse nodded and led you to his room.

_____

6 hours later

The first thing that moved were his fingers, they looked as if he were playing an invisible piano on the white sheets.

Finn opened his eyes, taking in his surroundings. White walls, his feet, you passed out in a chair.

He smirked,

“Oi.” He croaked.

He watched your eyelids snap open confusingly, then they made contact with his.

“Tired?” he jested.

You glared,

“You’re a bastard Finn Shelby. A right bastard.”

You stood up and looked down over his bed, you flicked his nose.

“Ow wha’ the fuck!?”

“That,” you slipped, “Was for draggin me into this mess and then making me save your ass.”

“yeah thats fair.”

You sat down again, but pushed the chair closer. You took one of his hands.

“I don’t want to be covered in your blood again.”

He grunted,

“Can’t guarantee anything.”

You smiled at his humor, but you felt sad inside.

“I can’t lose any more of you.”

He understood what you meant. John and you had been close, you were like an extra sibling.

Finn turned his hand so that your’s fell in place. He squeezed.

“I don’t plan on going anywhere.”

You smiled again and lay you head down on the bed beside his shoulder.

It was here that Finn felt good, where he could embrace the quiet sensuality of plain love. Not forced, or made to behave differently, he could be himself.

He leaned his head atop yours.

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1 Day later

“and in conclusion, you are never, to ever, do anything like that ever again. Not, that there will be an occasion to do so.”

Tommy finished his drastically long scolding of Finn.

“And (y/n), i want to be mad, but essentially the same goes to you as well. But you were doing your job, and i’m glad Finn wasn’t alone. At least there was one working brain in the plan.”

You blinked,

“I still have a job?”

Tommy chuckled,

“What, you thought this would change that? I did tell you there would be excitement didn’t i?”

“Yeah, my body feels real excited.” Finn groaned from the bed, rubbing the bandages that were wrapped around his midsection.

“Yeah but thats what you get.” You said.

He frowned.

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1930

The car rumbled beneath you, and with the windows down, your hair cooled in the breeze.

You looked into your mirrors, he was gaining on you.

“Fool.” You muttered.

Your foot lowered further on the gas.

The finish line was in sight,

Whoosh.

Again, not a surprising victory.

You eased off the gas and began the process of stopping the car.

The screech of brakes continued until you exited the car.

You threw up your hands,

“Really?! I thought i taught you better than that Shelby!”

Finn flipped you off and hopped out of his car.

“Well i’m not insane, like someone know.”

you punched his arm.

“Bastard.”

“Lunatic.”

You looked up at him and grinned.

He did the same.

He leaned down and kissed you, you returning it naturally.

You smiled into the kiss, before reaching up and grabbing his hat.

You broke off and frisbeed his hat into the grass.

“Race you!” You squealed as you ran to your car.

Finn stood in confusion at how quick that progressed.

You got back in the car, and started the engine.

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The End

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