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ramblingautisticman · 1 month ago

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So, I haven't stopped thinking about the dyslexic Wade headcannon- like at all- so here is the second part/expansive of this post!

I really like the idea of him being really insecure about it but slowly accepting it more and being more open about it.

I also wrote from my experience, and I'm not officially diagnosed don't come at me, but I struggle alot with reading and writing so yeah!

Anyway, enjoy. Please. I hope everyone likes this as much as I do!

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It isn't that Wade can't read- or that he doesn't want to- it's more that it's a massive fucking struggle. Most of the time anyway.

He's always had trouble reading (and spelling, but he can avoid that with emojis now! How technology grows!) ever since he was a kid.

And maybe it's because he didn't grow up in a great environment, or maybe it's because he was never really encouraged, but Wade never ever mentions it. Not to anyone.

He never told anyone when he was in school that sometimes words didn't really make sense to him, and that he was behind in work because of it, not because he would sit and talk (though he did that too). He never told anyone that he preferred art over english because it was easier to understand a picture to him than it was words. He never told anyone that he struggled to spell simple words like "bakery" and "shopping" but could spell "because" and "beautiful" because of a stupid rhyme he had heard once.

It was just something he had grown up with- something he had assumed other kids dealt with- u til he got to high school. Suddenly, he was surrounded by people writing 3000 word essays like they were nothing and people reading 200 page books during lunch, all while Wade still hadn't finished a single book he owned. While Wade still struggled to understand words that weren't in a specific font or colour- something he had realised shortly after turning 10- and everyone around him could just do it. They didn't take 10 minutes to finish a page of a book. They didn't get headaches from the concentration he had to use while staring at a page trying to figure out if the word "wandering" was spelt correctly. They didn't struggle to read the teachers writing because of the cursive writing. They could all just do it and Wade had to just sit and try.

Naturally, people noticed that he would read slowly and awkwardly when they read aloud in class, or that his work always came back covered in red pen from where he had misspelled simple words. He quickly became a target for bullying. Honestly, he probably wouldn't feel as self conscious as he does if that hadn't happened. If teachers had just stepped in and helped- noticed that something was wrong- he would've gotten some help and grown up with accommodations that would've helped him succeed. But he didn't get any of that. He got bullied for reading slowly and being dumb. He got kicked and punched because he had been spotted reading a book meant for younger kids (big mistake).

Wade tried. He did. He read books as often as he could to try and make his brain click- and it never worked. He would try and spell random words- and sometimes he got them and sometimes he didnt- and eventually he gave up. Eventually he succumbed to the voice in his head telling him he was stupid and that he was just going to have to go through life suffering.

And as he got older, he figured out stuff that helped and stuff that didn't. He managed to find a few fonts that helped, a few overlays that made it easier, and a few things to remind him how to spell certain words he usually struggled with.

He also got better at hiding it. Wade would tell people he preferred calls over text. He would open birthday cards and smile at the writing even if he couldn't quiet make out what it said. He would avoid anything that involved him reading in public.

And again, not because he couldn't read, but because it might take him alittle longer than it should, and the idea people would notice made his stomach fill with anxiety, sending him right back to being that scrawny kid I high-school who got beaten up every lunch time.

All of that only got worse after his accident. Well, the cancer and the torture and the murders, but ya know.

Now people were staring at him anyway. People would look and gasp and gawk as he walked down the street or went to the store to get groceries. Everywhere he went people stared. Everywhere.

So instead of being slightly worried people would notice him focusing too hard on reading, he was fully aware people were staring at him constantly because of his skin, and he liked to avoid giving them anymore reasons to stare.

To his suprise though, moving in with Al had helped. She was the only person he had told, and she was the only person who seemed to understand, telling him about something called dyslexia and telling him that his brain just worked alittle different than his. Then proceeded to pass out after using the last of her cocaine- but the thought was still there.

And she didn't seem to mind that he read alittle slower sometimes, because she still asked him to read her mail to her, and sometimes write letters or cards. Wade would have to ask her how to spell the words, but she never seemed to get angry about it, and she always seemed to know how to spell them. Plus, if anyone noticed it wasn't spelt right, they could blame it on her being blind (how was the recipient to know this letter hadn't been writing by Al? She could probably write stuff if she wanted. She's blind, not stupid.).

When he started to gain friends and family- somehow gaining a little group of them- he didn't feel as bad about them noticing. He still didn't say anything- didn't make it obvious- but he wanted them to know he read there cards. Make sure they knew he read the group chat messages. Make sure they knew he did care (and for some reason, probably because the writer loves this headcannon, it seemed like alot of him showing his cared had to do with reading and spelling), writing them birthday cards and Christmas cards, and responding to every single message.

He found a quick way around the messages. That was easy. Emojis, memes and gifs quickly became his best friend. They were easy to dichiper most of the time, and Wade loved them, so it was a win win! He did write things too, and auto correct usually helped if he was struggling that day, but he was getting better thanks to Al and her bossing about of writing letters to her grandkids.

Writing cards took a little longer, but he spent alot of time on each one, making sure everything look neat and was spelt well. It always made him proud giving someone a card that he knew he spent so much time on, perfecting every last word.

When Logan moved in, it was a topic Wade was trying to avoid. He knew he should tell him- they were getting closer and closer each passing day- but he always felt so stupid trying to explain it. It made him feel stupid, even if he knew he wasn't. Most of the time.

Luckily, it doesn't actually come up for awhile, not until they have moved into their own place and Wade is handing Logan a birthday card with a huge grin on his face, practically bouncing on his feet.

And Logan opens it and reads it, and smirks a little because "I don't think the word awesome is spelt like that" and suddenly Wade's smile is wiped off his face.

He really had tried- maybe he didn't read the word properly off his phone or something- because Wade is taking the card and trying his best to quickly read it but can't, and he let's out a grunt of frustration because rambling at Logan apologetically. "I really tried to fucking spell everything right- I'm the idiot for fucking trying to read the word to spell it- I mean, who does that when you can't even read properly? I can re-do it- gimme like an hour and a half to go get a new card and get Al on the phone to just ask her how to spell it and then I can give you one that isn't fucked up-"

And Logan shuts him up with a small kiss to the forehead, telling him that he "likes this one just fine, has more charm" and Wade wants that to feel reassuring but it somehow doesn't, and it just makes him more annoyed.

So after a small melt down and a good cry in the shower for fucking up Logan's birthday, he explains it to Logan. Tells him about how he sometimes struggles with reading and spelling, but he really did try with the card. He really does try to read and write properly but some days it's hard and some days he can do it easier, and that he never really told anyone until he met Al. He messily rambles about everything- including the bullying- and Wade expects to be met with some laugh or ridicule. Though, this is Logan- and somehow this man loves every other part of him- so why wouldn't he love this part too?

And Logan just apologises to Wade that he made him feel bad about misspelling the word awesome- makes a joke about how it's a hard word to spell- and that Wade shouldn't have been bullied for something he couldn't help. Tells him that it's nothing to be ashamed off, and that he shouldn't let it hold him back. Tells him that if he ever needs help with spelling something he can ask Logan, that if he ever can't figure out a word that he can ask Logan, asks if there are any accommodations he uses to help him.

And Wade tells him the things that help, the things that don't, thanks him for the offer of help, and suddenly it doesn't seem so terrifying that Logan knows. Suddenly he feels better about it. Sure, Al had helped, but hearing this from Logan made him feel less afraid to hide it. Made him feel better about telling his friends so they knew.

And Logan stays true to his words. He helps him when he is struggling with a word- never jumps in a reads stuff or spells things without being asked first- and even uses some of the accommodations. He has his phone set to a font Wade can read easier, and his next birthday card is in big bold writing (Logan's writing is normally really scribbly and hard to read) and on a colour that helps him focus on the words more.

And he tells his friends and they understand, they do the same. They help if asked, they don't rush him in reading their cards or messages- Yukio starts to use more emojis and Collosus tries his best to give Wade mission debriefs in person or voice messages- and it helps him immensely. He gets more confident about his reading and writing, and he starts to work on ut even more. And yeah, he can't get rid of his dyslexia, but he can try and find new ways that help him. He can find books in safe fonts and listen to the audio book as he reads to help (Though, he does prefer listening to Logan read to him, because his voice is so smooth and gruff somehow, and he could listen to it for hours).

Wade hated that stupid part of himself for so long, but now- even if he is 47- he doesn't really mind it anymore. He makes jokes about his spelling errors or words he missreads, and he works on finding new things to help with Logan, and everything is alittle bit easier knowing he isn't going to be ridiculed and judged.

(People who said they wanted this, I hope you enjoy! @wadewnstonwilson @logictoinsanity @zerotoqueero @superbattrash @spoopderman @klszkas @ohitsthemindstuffagain @mangoob @dis-plus-fanfic-reblog-writes (tagging yall who said you wanted to read it!))

#so i really love this headcannon #dyslexia #dyslexic #dyslexic wade my child #dyslexic wade wilson #deadpool and wolverine #poolverine #wade wilson #deadclaws #deadpool 3 #logan #deadpool #wade winston wilson #wade x logan #logan howlett

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may-russell · 4 months ago

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Just the two of us... 🎶☕

You work at a coffee shop and once Hamzah notices you, he becomes a regular.

Word count: 1295.

!hamzah x fem reader.

Part 1/3:

It's a cloudy autumn afternoon, the streets of Toronto are covered in orange and brown dried leaves, the wind is blowing a chilly breeze and the sound of people flood the streets.

Hamzah wants a change of environment, he's in the middle of moving and the mess at home is too overwhelming to come up with new ideas for podcast episodes, so he decides to go out looking for somewhere he could sit down and work. He takes his backpack, packs his laptop, airpods, a notebook, wallet, keys and he's off to the city. After walking around downtown for a few minutes, he comes across this coffee shop he's never been to before, -this place looks comfy and quiet enough… And there's free wifi- he thinks to himself before going inside.

He takes a quick glance at the menu and walks up to the counter. "Welcome! What can I get you?" the barista asks, "Umm just a capuccino and a chocolate donut" (pretty basic) Hamzah replies. "Okay, you can take a seat and we'll get it to you”. "Thanks!" -What a nice guy- he thinks as he sits down on a brown armchair in the corner of the shop. He pulls out his laptop and places it on the table in front of him while he waits for his order. Immediately he feels a rush of ideas and gets straight to work, he's completely immerse into his screen until he hears a voice that snaps him out of focus… "Here you go sir! let me know if you need anything else :D"… And in that moment he forgot his own name, your eyes locked and he couldn't help but notice every detail on this girl's face, your eyes, your lashes, the freckles on the bridge of your nose, everything, he then realized he's staring way too much "I… Uh- thanks." It's all he managed to say. "No problem!" You say with a smile, the most beautiful smile he's ever seen, he looks for a nametag on your apron as you walk away, unable to see one.

Your pov: You're home getting ready for work, incense is lit, music is on, and you're taking your sweet time, you reeeaaaally dont want to go to work, you have another job during the weekdays, one you really enjoy but you need the extra cash, and your coworkers are pretty cool. It's a fun job, before you realize (you guessed it) you're late. You quickly grab your uniform and shove it in your bag and you're out the door. You manage to get there just in time and say 'hi' to Ethan, your coworker working the counter, and he waves at you while he takes this guy's order. You walk to the back to put on your apron and realize you forgot your nametag, "whatever" you brush it off, as you make your way to the front, there's an order in the display system screen waiting for you, a capuccino and a simple chocolate donut,-What a basic order- you thought, "Who's this for?" You asked Ethan, "It's that guy's over there on his computer" he said. You walked over to him and put his order down next to his laptop, carefully, trying not to spill anything "Here you go sir! let me know if you need anything else :D". He immediately looked up and your eyes locked, -Oh, he's cute- you thought to yourself, still smiling. "I… Uh- thanks." He bluntly said -…Maybe I stared too much- You were starting to overthink "No problem!" you stopped your train of thought and walked away.

You continued doing your job, not thinking much about the interaction you had with the cute guy, ocassionaly exchanging glances with him, he only got up once to buy a water bottle, you wonder what he’s working on, he seems around your age, maybe he’s a student writing a paper for an important class, or a writer working on his new novel, or a crypto guy checking stocks or whatever crypto guys do. A couple hours go by and your coworkers already clocked out as it's your turn to close the shop. It's 10pm now and you're starting to clean around, getting the shop ready for tomorrow morning when you realize there's still a customer left, a guy sitting on a brown armchair in the corner, the cute guy, still working on his laptop, you walk over to him

"Hey, just to let you know we'll be closing in 15 minutes" -"Oh! shit sorry, I didn't even realize I was the only one left." "No worries haha you seem busy, I didn't mean to interrupt". -"It's okay, I'm almost done, sorry again" "No problem, I'm just tidying around, do you mind if I play some music?" -"Not at all! Go ahead".

You connect your phone to the speakers spread around the shop and put on your favorite playlist, Just The Two Of us by Grover Washington, Jr starts playing as you sweep the floors. -Damn she's pretty AND she has good music taste- is all that goes through Hamzah's head as he takes a sip of water. He tries to hurry up and get his work done but his eyes keep drifting away from his screen on to the barista, the way she moves with the beat of the song, how her necklace sits on her neck, he wonders how long she’s worked there, if she’s read the books they have on the bookshelves, or if they’re just for decoration, she catches him staring and gives him an upside down smile, there’s no way to make it seem like he wasn’t looking at her, the embarrassment is enough to get his eyes back to his screen.

It's 10:35 now, you we're supposed to close 5 minutes ago, but the guy sitting in the corner is glued to his laptop, you don't want to interrupt, plus the shop is never this calm, the weather is nice, the delicious coffee smell mixed with the mint scented surface disinfectant you use to wipe the counters, music still playing, you could stay there all night. A couple more minutes go by and, at this point, you're just killing time waiting for him to finish. "Ugh finally" He mutters, his eyes wander around his screen until he sees the clock 10:46pm "Shit. She probably hates me now". He packs his stuff and gets up, ready to leave, as he walks to the exit he sees you, sitting down on a red couch reading a book, you look so peaceful, the light from the lamp next to you hits your face in just the right spots, your hair messier than before and your eyes focused on the words in the yellowish paper your fingers caress. He’s mesmerized by the view, he could stay there all night, but it’s time to go. "Hey! I'm really sorry I took so long, thank you for everything, I'm leaving now". "Bye!" you tiredly wave at him, not really paying much attention.

You lock the doors and head to the back to change your clothes, you can't wait to get home and take a warm shower, eat your leftovers from lunch and get some rest, as you turn the lights off you notice the guy forgot a notebook on the table he was working at, a black hard cover notebook full of scribbles, the first thing you saw as you opened it was a chinese proverb written down on red ink “The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step”. You thought all you needed to know about him was in those pages, so you stopped yourself from reading past the first one, and put it back down to text Ethan in case he came back to pick it up the next morning.

This is my first time writing, hope anyone likes it :)

part 2

#hamzahthefantastic x reader #hamzah x reader #hamzah x y/n #hamzahthefantastic #hamzah fic #my fic #slow burn #coffee shop #hamzahslowburn #Spotify

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afictionaladventure16 · 2 years ago

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Ahh im a sucker for angst😭i think pedro would be the most amazing dad but maybe a fic where reader was an unplanned kid and pedro never paid that much attention to her ?? Happy ending if you can i love your writing !

Did You Forget? (Pedro Pascal x Daughter!Reader)

A/N: I'm a sucker for angst too!!! Hope you enjoy this!

A/A/N: Also, for everyone, Don't quote me on where his sister lives or anything like that, I do not know and do not wish to know for their privacy. It's all fiction, so not everything is gonna be realistic.

Word Count: 5,283

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

Warnings: mentions of self harm, depression, and panic attacks.

“I think I’d rather stay home,” you said to your Tia Javeria, you sat down on your bed in protest. You were being sent to spend the day with your dad while he did a press junket for his newest show The Last of Us, you had gotten out of school early for this. Much to your protest, your tia thought it was a good idea for you to spend some quality time with him since you really only saw him in the summers when you spent your summer vacation in New York with him.

Throughout the school year, you stayed in California with your Tia Javeria. Your dad thought it would be wise for you to have a stable environment, rather than constantly being on the road for filming or switching schools because you would have to stay with Javeria. So, in reality, Javeria had full custody over you, it wasn’t something that was through the court, it was just an agreement between the siblings.

What did this mean? You didn’t see your dad too often. Of course, he stayed in California from time to time, he had his own house here, but even then you never stayed with him.

“Y/N, we’ve already spoken about this,” Javeria said, walking into your room to put some clothes away.

You did speak about it, well, she spoke and you listened. Javeria didn’t like seeing her brother neglect his only daughter and well, although Pedro was a family man, he treated his daughter like she was never there. Javeria could never understand why he did it and if she tried to call him out on it, he denied the fact that he was doing it.

She thought that maybe she was overreacting, but it was hard to ignore the facts.

You let out a deep sigh, your dad played a good father on T.V. but it hurt that he couldn’t actually play your father in real life. “Does it even matter at this point?” You asked.

“Does what even matter?”

“Trying to build something that obviously isn’t there.”

Javeria sighed, “He’s trying.”

You shrugged, “I still think he’s just doing it to give him a good image.” You heard the doorbell ring.

“That’s him,” Javeria stated, “I really need you to try, Y/N.”

You wanted to say something clever or petty, but you kept your mouth shut. You respected your tia too much to say it, but you couldn’t help but feel hopeless. Javeria was the only true parent that you had in your life right now and it was sad for you to admit it.

Following Javeria to the front door, you stood off to the side as you watched your dad greet his sister with a big hug. “There she is!” He exclaimed, “You ready? We can’t be late.”

You gave him a nod, walking up to your tia for her to kiss you on the cheek. You didn’t receive a hug like she did, but you were used to it. You walked past your dad and towards his car that was in the driveway.

“Be easy on her,” Javeria began, “She’s had a rough week.”

Pedro sighed, “You say that every time I pick her up.” She gave her brother a sincere look, “Just stating the facts. I’ll bring her back around six.”

The drive to the press Junket was quiet, your dad played the radio as he drove, not saying a word to you.

Not a ‘How was your day?’

Or a ‘How’s softball going, kiddo?’

Nothing like the dads on those sitcoms.

Nothing like the dad in your dreams. The one that would actually be present in your life.

Maybe it was hard for people to ask how you are or to even make conversation.

Once you arrived at your dads' press junket, you watched your dad be swept away by a makeup artist.

“Y/N!” his manager said walking up to you, “so good to see you! How you’ve been?” Or maybe it wasn’t that hard at all.

“Okay,” you said with a small smile.

“Come on, I’ve got to introduce you to Bella!” You knew who Bella was, well, you knew about them. You’ve never met them before, but you’ve heard stories, mostly from your father, and boy did he speak so highly of them. “Bella!” Scott called out, you watched as Bella walked towards the two of you. “Bella, this is Y/N, Pascal’s daughter!”

“Pascal’s daughter?” Bella questioned, but then a second later realization struck. “Oh, I totally forgot Pedro has a daughter! It’s so nice to meet you!”

You forced a smile on your face, even though deep inside you were breaking. Here was Bella, they were the ones that you felt replaced you. They were the ones that your father spoke so highly about as if it was his own child. Yet, you were so forgettable, why? Because you knew your father didn’t speak so highly about you.

“It’s nice to meet you too,” you smiled.

“Are you excited to see the show?” They asked.

“Uh- yeah, I mean, I’m a big fan of the game.”

“Oh yeah, Pedro told me you were,” They said. Someone began calling for Bella, it was time for their interview. They said a quick See you later before walking off. You walked over to the side and saw that your father was already sitting down on a chair next to Bella’s.

Over the next few minutes, you watched as your father spoke among side Bella in an interview. You couldn’t help but feel jealous as your father laughed with Bella the way you wished he did with you.

“Pedro, what made you take this role?”

He laughs, “my nephews actually, they’re huge fans of the show and well, when I told them about the part they told me I had to take it.”

You felt like your memories were lies, you remembered how your dad got the part and that moment was one of the only moments in which you felt like your dad actually cared. Now it was taken from you. All the moments you had left were from you were younger and you didn’t know how much longer you could hold onto them because you felt them slipping away.

One of the crew told everyone to take a break while they set up for the next interview. You felt anger boiling up inside you, you couldn’t handle this any longer. You couldn’t handle watching Bella talk with your dad the way you wish you could or how he treated you the way you wished to be treated. It was all too much.

“We have about fifteen minutes-” Your dad began to say to you, but you quickly pushed past him. “Y/N?” He called out.

You ignored him, making your way towards the hallway, but Bella stepped in front of you, “Hey, Y/N, everything okay?”

“How about you just stop stealing other people’s dads and maybe everything will be okay!” you snapped. You couldn’t believe that you snapped like that, it wasn’t your character and for a moment you felt embarrassed.

“Y/N!” your dad yelled.

But that embarrassment was quickly replaced with anger again. You ignored your dad as you walked into the hallway and out of the building. You heard the door open behind you, “What the hell is wrong with you?!” your dad exclaimed.

“Me? What the hell is wrong with me!?” You yelled. “How about, what the hell is wrong with you!?” Your dad rolled his eyes, “You know what, forget it! I didn’t even want to be here today.”

“Fine,” He snapped, “I told Javeria this was a bad idea anyway!” He pulled out his phone.

“I fucking knew it! I knew you never wanted to spend time with me!” The anger took over and you didn’t try to stop it.

“Well, how could I!? You’re so impossible to deal with!” He yelled.

“Then it’s your fucking lucky day because you won’t have to deal with it much longer! I’m leaving!” you began walking away.

“Don’t expect me to run after you,” He said.

“I don’t!” you heard him sigh and then you heard the sound of the door opening and closing. He wasn’t running after you and you felt okay with that, for the moment. You walked yourself over to the bus stop, your adrenaline still running in your veins. Anger still boiling, you wanted to punch a wall or a tree, but you knew it wasn’t the wisest thing to do.

The bus didn’t take long to arrive and luckily you had enough change in your pocket to make it home. Well, you had enough to go to the stop near your home.

Your mind wandered to what had just happened with your dad, was it even worth calling him dad at this point? Because he didn’t feel like a father.

A father was someone who was there for your children and he wasn’t.

Well, he was, but then he wasn’t. He stopped. It felt like Thanos had snapped his fingers on your earth and your father turned to dust, only, he didn’t turn to dust, he just stopped showing up.

He wasn’t there for your award ceremonies anymore, or any of your games.

The spot next to your tia was now filled with a black silhouette in which you imagined him there. You began to see him more and more on the television and less and less in your own life. Sure, you were happy for him to achieve his dream, but at what cost?

Well, your dad was the cost.

You didn’t have your mother anymore, she died when you were young. The both of you had been involved in a drunk driver accident, which left you without a mother and soon without a father. You were left without a visible scar, but the doctors forgot to check about the invisible damage that could’ve been done.

Did anyone think to check about the invisible damage? No. Now it felt like a dam being held together with tape.

You felt the bus come to a stop, your stop. You got off and walked the rest of the way to Javeria’s house, your house. Once you arrived, you walked in, Javeria was surprised to see you home so soon and she had expected to see her brother follow a second after you, but was met with a door slam.

“Y/N?” she asked as she got up from her spot on the couch, she watched as you tossed your keys into the dish on the coffee table.

“Stop trying,” you said softly, tears in your eyes. “Please.”

“What happened?” you just shook your head, walking up to your room and slamming the door once again. Javeria had a feeling what had happened, maybe she had meddled a little too much this time. She just wanted to see her brother and niece interact the way they used to.

A couple of hours later, Javeria was met with a knock at the door. When she opened it, she saw her brother on the porch looking angry. “Is she here?” Javeria nodded as Pedro walked in, “You wouldn’t believe what your niece did, she snapped at Bella-”

“Your daughter,” she corrected.

“What?”

“You said your niece when you should’ve said your daughter.”

Pedro pinched the bridge of his nose, “She embarrassed me Javeria.”

She shook her head, “For some reason, I don’t blame her for what she did.”

“What?” Pedro asked in a confused manner.

She sighed, “Pedro, don’t you see it?”

“See what?”

“You’re fucking loosing her, dammit! Ever since her mother died, you’ve acted like she doesn’t even exist for fucks sake!” She exclaimed.

Pedro knew what he was doing. Was he doing it purposely? Kind of. Well, at first he wasn’t but then the pain of seeing you and being reminded every single day of what happened, he just couldn’t help it. He didn’t want a reminder of that day, and he didn’t want to hurt you either, but he didn’t stop himself.

“She already doesn’t have a mom and now she feels like she doesn’t even have a dad. Fuck, Pedro, she lives with me. She only sees you a good three months out of the year! Do you even know that she has to go to therapy? And it’s not just because of the accident, but it’s because she feels like you don’t love her.”

“Javeria-”

“No, you need to listen to me because you keep shutting me out when I tell you this. She needs her father back. She needs you, Pedro. I’m trying my best to keep her from falling apart but she’s slipping through my hands.”

Pedro’s heart began to race, and he sat down on the couch, head in his hands, “I didn’t mean to push her away.”

“But you did. You pushed her so far away, she’s in a different state.”

Pedro looked up at his sister with tears in his eyes, “She has to go to therapy because of me? Why didn’t you-”

“I tried telling you.”

Pedro didn’t argue with her on that because she was right. He had shut her out when it came to things about you. He didn’t want to hear it, he felt like knowing anything about you was too much pain because he saw more and more of your mom in you.

“She even started self-harming at one point, we had to hide the knives and anything that she could potentially hurt herself with. She was a mess at one point and I somehow brought her back but I don’t know for how long.” Javeria had a lot to say and she finally was able to get it off her chest. “She needs her dad, Pedro and you’ve been acting like you don’t even want her.”

“Fuck!” He exclaimed as he got up from the couch, “What do I do?”

“Talk to her, Pedro, and actually talk to her.”

Pedro nodded, “alright.” He made his way up the stairs and towards your room. He was about to knock when he heard voices on the other side of the door. He leaned his ear against the door.

“I don’t know, Marciela,” he heard you say. “Sometime’s it feels like I’m just invisible.” He didn’t hear anything for a few seconds. “Maybe you’re right,” he heard you sigh. “Do you ever think about how things would be if you didn’t exist?” you stayed quiet for a moment, “Sometimes I think my dad would be happier if I didn’t exist,” you choked out.

“I fucked up,” Pedro whispered to himself. He stepped away from the door. He couldn’t do it. He needed time to think first. He walked back down the stairs, “I-I…” he began, “I’m gonna pick her up from school tomorrow,” he then stated.

“What happened?”

“I just need to think,” he said as he left the house.

“Sometimes I think my dad would be happier if I didn’t exist,” you choked out.

“Y/N, don’t say that,” Marciela softly said. She had been your best friend since elementary and she has always been the first person you called when you needed someone to just listen.

“It feels like it,” you shrugged. “You should’ve seen the way he was with her, Mar.”

“Things are gonna get better, Y/N. Just remember how he used to be.”

“It just makes me feel worse,” you said. She sighed, you heard someone calling her name on the other end, “Is that your mom?”

“Yeah, I have to go, I’ll see you at school tomorrow okay?”

“Alright.” You ended the call.

You spent the rest of the night in your room, Javeria checked on you multiple times and although you protested, you promised to keep the door open throughout the night. Just for her to feel like you weren’t doing anything that meant hurting yourself.

The next day at school felt like any other day. You met up with Marciela at lunch and filled her in on what had happened after the call. When the lunch bell rang, you and Marciela walked together to your next class, you were lucky to have most classes with her.

“Well, if it isn’t little Miss Pascal,” you heard a voice say from behind you. You rolled your eyes as you turned to face Jenna. Believe it or not, the duo was once a trio. Jenna was you and Marciela’s best friend up until middle school. “I saw your daddy on HBOmax last night.”

“Please don’t call him that,” you cringed.

She rolled her eyes, “It’s funny how he plays the father role so well on T.V. but when it comes to real life,” she chuckles, “doesn’t it make you jealous?”

It did, but you weren’t gonna give her that satisfaction. “I don’t know, does it make you jealous that I at least have a dad?”

“Y/N,” Marciela warned.

“What did you say?” Jenna asked.

“Did I stutter?” you asked Marciela before looking back over at Jenna, “I said does it make you jealous that I at least have a dad because you know, you’re dad left before you were even born.” Jenna glared at you, “Hey, you already know I’d fight back, but I never said I’d fight fair.”

“You’re a little bitch, Y/N. No wonder your dad never wants to be around you.”

“Takes a bitch to know a bitch, it’s no wonder your dad left,” you turned around to walk away, but you didn’t expect Jenna to lunge at you. You fell to the ground, landing on your nose, groaning in pain you turned around to face Jenna. She was quick with her punches catching you off guard. You held up your arms to cover your face, giving you a chance to push her to the ground.

It didn’t take long for the crowd, which was quick to surround the two of you, to draw the attention of the teachers. One of them dragged Jenna away from you as she tried to lunge toward you again.

“Principal's office, now!” the teacher yelled as he pulled Jenna by the arm. “The rest of you get to your classes!”

Another teacher helped you up from the ground, and you lost your balance, “Whoa, easy,” he said as held your arms.

“Holy shit,” Marcela said as she looked at the blood on the floor.

You already knew your nose was broken, just by the throbbing feeling you had. The teacher helped you walk to the nurse's office, and she was able to stabilize your nose until someone could get you to the ER.

You knew that someone meant Javeria. You waited in the nurse's office for the receptionist to call Javeria. Not too long after you heard the door open, footsteps soon followed. You heard someone clear their throat.

“It wasn’t my fault, Javeria,” you began to say, looking up, but it wasn’t Javeria. It was your dad. “Where’s Tia Javeria?”

Pedro felt his heart drop at the sight of your nose and bruised eye. He sighed, opening his mouth to speak, but the door opened and Javeria walked in.

“Oh my god,” she exclaimed at the sight of her niece. “We’re suing!”

You and your dad couldn’t help but chuckle at her initial reaction, “We’re not suing.”

She looked over at her brother in disbelief, “Her nose is gonna be all crooked! We’re suing.”

Your eyes widened, “Wait, it is?”

Pedro rolled his eyes, “No, it isn’t.”

Javeria sighed, “Let’s get you to the E.R.”

“But what abou-”

“Already dealt with,” your dad said. You shrugged, following them out of the nurse's office. You noticed that they both came in separate cars, meaning that your dad came here on his own free will. “I got it,” you heard him say. You turned around to see Javeria giving him a look, it was a look only siblings knew. Pedro nodded at her.

“Alright, I’ll see you at home then,” you watched her walk up to her car.

“Come on,” you heard your dad say.

You expected the car ride to the E.R. to be quiet, but you were surprised. “Looks pretty bad,” he began to say.

“She surprised me,” you responded.

He hummed in response, “principal is giving you a few days to rest,” he began, “I thought you and Jenna were friends though.”

“We were friends, but we had a falling out in middle school.”

There was that feeling again. He really didn’t know you anymore. “Really?” You nodded. This whole time he thought everything was the same with you, but little did he realize you had grown up.

He remained quiet for the rest of the ride to the E.R. mostly because he didn’t know what to say. He was still in shock about all the information he had found out in the past twenty-four hours and he didn’t know how to talk to you.

Once at the E.R., he made sure to help you out of the truck. He also made sure that they checked to make sure you didn’t have a concussion. They did some X-Rays and CT Scans, all highly suggested by your dad who was feeling overly anxious and kept asking the nurse to make sure to do every test.

You didn’t know how to feel as you watched your dad suddenly act like… like a dad.

After all the tests, the doctor came in to let you know that you had a small concussion and your nose needed to be realigned. He explained that he would numb your nose before proceeding.

Sitting down on the exam bed, you prepared yourself for the worst. You watched as a nurse came in with a tray, setting it down on the side. You took in a deep breath when you saw the needle. Your dad quickly noticed your behavior, “hey, hey, look at me,” he said gently. You looked at him, tears welling up in your eyes, “close your eyes.” He took a hold of your hand.

You closed your eyes, “Now talk to me about anything,” he said, trying to distract you from what was going on. He nodded at the nurse, telling her to proceed.

“Um, well, I learned Matilda on the guitar the other day,” you began to say, eyes still closed.

“Matilda… isn’t that the Harry Styles song?” He asked as he gently rubbed your hand.

“Yeah, Marecela suggested it, it’s one of her favorite songs.”

“All done,” the nurse said.

You opened your eyes, and you didn’t feel a thing. “I forget how good that technique works,” you said as you watched the nurse walk out of the room.

“Used to do that with you all the time when you were a kid and I took you to the doctor.”

“I remember,” you whispered.

He opened his mouth to speak when the door opened and the doctor walked in. “Alright, let’s see how numb you are,” the doctor said. You weren’t completely numb yet, but the doctor took that time to explain the aftercare for your nose. Once he had done the alignment he placed a splint and some packing. He handed your dad a prescription for antibiotics and sent you on your way.

You got back in your dad's car, “I gotta go somewhere first before we pick up your prescription,” he said as he put his seatbelt on.

“Okay.” Part of you was trying to take in what had just happened, how you were going to live with a broken nose for the next couple of months. Then the other part was just amazed at how your dad was treating you so suddenly. You were surprised he wasn’t yelling at you for what had happened yesterday.

He drove for a while but eventually turned into a parking lot that overlooked the ocean. He put the car in park and turned the car off. You didn’t say anything at first, unsure of what you were doing there. “When your mom died, I felt like my world was crashing down,” he began to say, “but you lived and I felt like maybe everything would be okay.” He sighed, “But you look so much like her, and you act like her, it’s like she copy and pasted.”

You remained quiet, “you were not planned.”

“Gee, thanks,” you said sarcastically

“Let me finish,” he sighed. “Initially, I didn’t want kids, not yet anyway. But I wanted kids with her and so, I grew to the idea of kids and you were my world. Then your mom passed and it felt like you were just a reminder of pain.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I want you to understand what I was thinking.”

“You want me to feel sorry for you?”

“No, I want you to understand, that I couldn’t look at you without thinking of your mother so, I shut you out. I thought you as the kid that I never wanted-”

“I know you never wanted me, you made it perfectly clear.”

“Mija, please, just listen,” you sighed, “I was just trying to avoid grieving your mother and you were in the line of fire. So, I reverted back to thinking that you were unplanned and it didn’t matter, but it does matter. You were and always have been my whole world and I will never forgive myself for what I did to you.” You looked at your feet the entire time, not daring to look at him for fear that you would end up crying. You didn’t want to cry, not now anyway. “Mija,” he said gently.

“What?” you hissed.

“Can you look at me?” you shook your head, and he gently placed his hand on your chin, careful to not touch any bruises. He gently moved your head so you could look at him, “There she is.”

You moved your head away from his hands, “No, you don’t get to just come back whenever you want and think it’ll be okay.”

“I know.”

“No, you don’t know!” you yelled, tears welling up in your eyes. “You left me when I needed you the most! You left and I didn’t know if it was because of me or because of Mom, you left without giving me a reason why! Did you forget about me!? Because it felt like I didn’t even exist to you!”

Pedro felt like he didn’t have the right to speak, the hands of guilt crawled their way up his throat. He choked back his tears, he did this.

“I felt like I lost both parents,” you choked. “And then I saw you treat Bella like she was your daughter and I kept thinking, that should be me.” Tears fell down your cheek, “I didn’t get it. I didn’t understand why you could treat her like that when I was right there begging for you to even give me a sliver of attention!” You felt like the doors to the car were caving in as you tried to take a deep breath.

“Mija, breathe,” your dad tried to console you.

You couldn’t catch your breath. Your hands shook as you felt your heart thudding in your chest. Not now, you thought. You held your hand against your chest.

Pedro was quick to notice, he opened his door, jumped out of the car, and ran to your side of the car. He opened your door and quickly knelt down beside you, “Mija, breathe with me,” he said as he took a hold of your hand, “Inhala,” he inhaled, holding it for three seconds, “exhala.” He exhaled. “Do it with me.”

You nodded as you inhaled with him and then exhaled. It took a few minutes for your breathing to go back to normal.

“You needed me,” he still had your hands in his, “I’m sorry, Y/N. I don’t think I can ever make it up to you, but I am going to spend the rest of my life trying if you’ll let me.” It was all you wanted. He gently rolled up your sleeve, placing a soft touch on your scars. “I’m sorry if I am the reason these exist,” you watched as tears flowed down his cheeks.

He then did something you didn’t expect him to do, he placed a gentle kiss on your wrist and it was enough for you. You let out the sob that was dying to be let out, and he pulled you in for an embrace, “I’m sorry, muñeca.”

You wrapped your arms around him, “I don’t think I could ever forgive myself, but from here on out, it’s me and you, okay? I’m gonna change things, no more staying with Javeria. I’m sorry I did it in the first place, it was selfish of me. I want you to know that my life wouldn’t be better without you in it. My life would suck without you, Mija. I have just been a shitty dad and I’m sorry.” ”

You wanted to say that it was okay, but it wasn’t. It wasn’t okay at all, but you were so used to always saying ‘it’s okay,’ that you had to tell yourself that this time it’s fine if you don’t say it. You could not say it and not feel guilty, especially if it’s not your fault.

“What do you say? Are you willing to give your dad a second chance?”

You needed your father and your heart would probably give him a million chances, even if it couldn’t handle it, but for now, you were willing to give him a second chance. You nodded, “Okay.”

He pulled you in again for another embrace, this time he held on for as long as he could. Pedro wanted to make up for all the times you needed an embrace and he wasn’t there.

After a while, Pedro got back into his side of the car. He took you to get your prescription before taking you back to Javerias. You both walked in with smiles on your faces causing Javeria to smile too.

“Everything okay?” she asked.

Pedro placed a small kiss on your temple, “Go grab your things.” You nodded as you ran up the stairs. Pedro waited until you were out of earshot range.

“Well?”

“I don’t know how she forgave me,” he choked back a sob. “I’m such a horrible father,” he sobbed.

“A horrible father wouldn’t have done what you just did,” Javeria stated as she pulled her brother in for an embrace. “Just promise me, you won’t break her heart again, I don’t think she can handle it, Pedro.”

“I won’t,” he let out a deep breath, wiping away his tears. “She’s gonna stay with me tonight, we’ll come back for the rest of things later.”

She smiled, “That’s fine.” She looked at her brother in awe, “I’m proud of you, Pedro.”

He smiled at her, “Thank you.”

You came running down the stairs with a bag of your essentials. “Is that everything?” Javeria asked.

“Yeah, it’s just the main stuff,” you explained. She nodded, and you said a quick goodbye, knowing that you’ll be back the next day.

The car ride to your dad's house was different than the past few car rides. This time he had music playing, “So, we’re still friends with Marcela?” And he asked questions.

“Yes, best friends.”

“What about Monica?”

You shrugged, “We talk a little bit.”

He sighed, “You mentioned playing the guitar, when did you pick that up?”

“Beginning of the year, I was a bit bored,” you smiled genuinely. Your mind still felt weary about the situation but you wanted to trust your heart for once. You ached for the presence of your father in your life and now was finally your chance and you weren’t going to let it go.

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pasta-in-the-pudding · 7 months ago

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I saw you hc L as autistic so maybe him with an autistic reader who's not the quiet type? (flappy hands, vocal stims, loud music instead of noise cancelling headphones; idk how to explain it)

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Summary: Headcanons for L Lawliet x reader. Both are autistic, but polar opposites in how they do things/handle their autism.

Credits: L Lawliet- Death Note, Divider- Benkeibear, Cover picture- Pinterest

A/n: Grrr I love getting to write for L! He's such a goober and I love getting to elaborate on my general headcanons for characters <3 ALSO 🦇 anon left a little bit ago, but I am still fulfilling this request they left for me so if you want the anon name, feel free to take it

Thank you so much for requesting!

Autistic!L Lawliet x Autistic!Reader who are polar opposites

L has always been rather quiet, even as a child

He didn't start talking until about 6, and even then he only began talking because it communicated his needs more efficiently

He prefers quiet spaces and being alone, because it allows him to focus more

He also hates chaos or unplanned things. If he has time to plan something out to a T, he can make sure nothing will go wrong, therefore insuring the safety of everyone

This being said, he never thought you were someone he'd remotely like being around, let alone dating you

No offense, but you are literally everything he hates

And when he comes into contacts with the things that make him uncomfortable (such as chaos, loudness, etc) he can get panicky

He will quickly become overwhelmed and irritable, meaning the littlest things can make him snap

If he can't focus how can he save the world? If the world isn't saved by him than who will do it? Panicking isn't helping though, it's making things worse. Oh god, he can't stop! He can't think straight long enough to calm down!

And then kaboom, he basically just shuts down

The second he met you he was on his guard, knowing this likely wouldn't end well

He prefers to not work with people, but he can handle them as long as they're quiet

This is entirely out of the question

As you can guess, your first meeting is almost a disaster

Well, everyone else didn't know it was a disaster of course. They actually thought it went pretty well!

But in actuality, L was completely overwhelmed by you

Not even you actually, just the idea that you might overwhelm him

TLDR: He became overwhelmed thinking about how overwhelmed you might make him, so you essentially did nothing wrong lol

After this, he keeps his distance

Of course though, this makes for a bad work environment

So he nervously invites you into his hotel room and explains things to you

How he feels around you, explaining his autism (which he refuses to do under normal circumstances), and asking you to explain yours as well so he can formulate an arrangement for you to be around each other without causing him to panic

After this communication is had, working together is a lot smoother

He considers you a better acquaintance than the rest of his employees

Meaning he feels closer to you

However, when you begin dating your differences are just another quirk to him that he finds endearing

He loves to see you get excited and flap your hands, he loves to see you dance to your loud music, he loves all of it

If he isn't in the headspace for loudness though, he will of course inform you before going off to be alone

If you want to try to accommodate his preferences into your behaviors is up to you, but he is perfectly happy either way

He finds himself feeling safe around you because of your loudness

Like, you are a German Shepard and he is a hurt bird

He'll hide behind you with his big ol' eyes staring at his surroundings while you fight off anyone that might be too much for him

And being exposed to you all the time helps him expose himself little by little to things that would previously make him very uncomfortable

For example, he can now go out in public without panicking over how many people there are and how many things could go wrong for short bursts of time

And he is now fine with soft music playing in the background while he works rather than just total silence the entire time

He also likes that having you around means you can do the talking for both of you and he doesn't have to actually break his focus for anything

the goobies <33

#death note x y/n #death note x you #death note x reader #death note #l death note #death note l #l lawilet #l lawliet x reader #l lawliet x you #l lawliet x y/n #l lawliet hcs

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tofulikesmala · 7 months ago

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hii!! how are you? i hope good, could you write a draken x fem reader, maybe smut if you feel comfortable with it, where reader is a shy nerd and since she met draken she changed completely and you do the rest!! sorry for bad english but its not much first language!!😭

At the flip of a coin

Draken x fem reader

author notes: hello, thank you for requesting! Unfortunately, I am a MINOR, so I don’t write smut. I apologize for the inconvenience. ANDAHHHB I TOOK SO LONG TO WRITE THIS IM SOS SORRY

It was time for midterms. Again. This time, Draken finally mustered enough motivation to study for it the first time in his life. The cold breeze of the aircon caused his long hair to sway a little. The quietness of the library was in contrast to the noisy environment of the Tokyo manji gang. Observing the tables—which were mostly packed with people, he sat himself down at a table which only had one person.

You watched as this tall and muscular guy sat down on your table. Looking back at the three assignments that was due the next day, you sighed. Well, you can’t do anything about it, might as well not complain, it’ll be beneficial for you anyways! Hey, it might even teach you to write faster! Looking at the guy who was flipping through his notebook, creases forming on his eyebrow, glaring at his notebook as he scowled. PleasedonttalktomePleasedonttalktomePleasedonttalktome

Placing his very clean textbook on the table, he begun flipping through the pages, not understanding a single thing at all. Staring at the girl in front of him, he sighed, before nudging her and placed his textbook in front of her. “Hey, if you can, can you explain what it’s trying to say?” The girl took some time to process his words, but after that she read the pages of the textbook, flipping here and there quickly. “This is my curriculum for next year…but be glad I still studied one year ahead.” She mumbled quietly. Draken jaw internally dropped. Which motherfucker would want to study a year ahead? The girl sitting in front of him, apparently. The girl started mumbling words Draken couldn’t even make up. “Can you speak up. You’re too soft.” A tinge of red appeared on her cheeks as she cleared her throat. “Alright….sorry…” Speaking a little louder, she explained the formulas, how to solve it, scribbling all over his textbook. Draken had to stretch his ears to be as long as a Buddha’s in order to hear her clearly. But Draken didn’t ask her to speak louder, since she seemed to have social anxiety. Shaking her leg, hand shaky, eh Draken decided not to push any further. After like half an hour of explaining the chapters tested for the exam, she put down her pen and sighed. “W-well, I hope you understood everything…..sorry if my explanation isn’t the best, I’m not very good at teaching, I mean I can understand the topic but I just can’t teach I’m really weird and all, so sorry. I’m so bad at teaching I hope you understood if it was too complicated just tell me….” As the girl went on and on, her voice got softer and softer, until she stopped speaking all together. “It was great, thanks.” Draken replied. The girl blushed a deeper shade of red. “T-thanks, it means a lot….” “Let’s be friends. You can help me with math and shit.” A deeper shade of red appeared on her cheeks. Friends….? Dang, she didn’t have a lot of that…. “I take that as a yes.” Draken stared at her before packing his things and walking away.

Time Skip. The young couple falls in love…

Dating Draken while being shy and nerdy would include….

Due to your shy personality, he feels an even more overwhelming sense of protectiveness over you

bring you to meet toman when your comfortable, of course

would 100% bonk anyone on the head if they try to make a dirty joke, he’d rather keep your innocence

A lot of times you rant about the topic your interested in to draken, although he doesn’t know what your talking about 90% of the time, he’ll listen anyways

remembers the stuff you rant about. He would see something related and would be like “hey don’t you like this”

very caring, protective and accepting! 10/10

if anyone bullies you, he’d beat them up, immediately

You groaned as your classmates who are a waste of oxygen forcefully pushed you against the locker again, slamming a hand beside you, causing all your books from your hand to fall to the ground. The smirk on his face only grew wider at your scared expression. What’s he gonna do next, beat you up? Like every other day? “If it isn’t the ner-” blood splattered on your cheek as your classmate fell onto the floor, blood trickling down your nose. Huh? What just happened? A tall figure loomed over you, as he placed his hands on your shoulders, a gentle but firm voice rang out. “Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?” You nodded your head, you were perfectly fine, after all. Draken nodded, before straddling the guy and beating the shit out of him, saying some curse words you didn’t even know, spitting insults here and there. As you were bullied quite frequently, more beating occurred. More shouts. More blood. More gore. More swears. Of course, it started to affect you in some way!

Three missing assignments, two exams, and 7 worksheets to complete by tomorrow. You were pissed. Very pissed. Things really decided not to go your way. You were sick, absent for only TWO days, and your asshole of a teacher decided to release all the homework that was meant for like, a fucking week. You weren’t even given an extension! Oh the urge to stab a knife into your teachers stomach and twist it, see her beg for mercy as more blood flowed out— “Ah!” You collapsed to the floor, scraping your knees on wooden floor somehow. “Oh! Isn’t this the WHORE who’s dating Draken? How did you even pull him, he’s so out of your league! Hahahah! I know, maybe it’s because you’re such a SLUT!” Of all days, she decided to piss you off today. Fuck. You were so done. Standing up, you launched right at her, pushing her onto the ground as you slammed her head against the locker. Screams sounded as both her and your classmates were shocked. Several others from other classes begun peeping their heads in, curious about the commotion. Grabbing her hair, you forcefully lifted her head, before slamming her head down again. You’ve seen draken do it many times, it was pretty easy to imitate. You lifted up her head tearing her hair. “I hope you get raped. Multiple times.” Taking your scissors, you brought it to her stomach, running the blade through her clothes. “I’m gonna make sure all the yellow fat from your stomach flows out.” Pressing a bit harder, the girl screamed and kicked, but the immense unknown strength from your body kept her down. Blood began to flow, but before you could continue, somebody picked you up, throwing away the scissors from your hands and pulling you into a hug. As you the scent of Draken’s shampoo filled your nose, you relaxed and leaned into his arms.

Draken went to the classroom too because, firstly, it’s your classroom, secondly, there was screaming.

But instead, he found you slamming your bully’s head on the floor, blood spilling everywhere.

He knew you would usually cower behind your own hands, but this time you didn’t even flinch.

“W-wha…?” Draken is SO confused, what happened to his cutie potootie pookie wookie sweet honey bear gentle girlfriend?

he can’t even MOVE. That’s until you started going a little too far

Back at the brothel, Draken used some wet wipes to gently scrub off the blood off your face. “So…who taught you all that….?” “You…?” You replied bluntly. Draken gulped. Guess there’s no turning back now

#tofu’s writing #draken x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers

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bwoahtastic · 2 months ago

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okay hear me out. nico completing his training to be a yoga instructor and eventually opening his own studio (i'm sorry i can't help but make him a girlboss) which he uses to help trafficked omegas and pups. he runs classes for pups (and pups and parents) and it helps trafficked pups relax and get used to other people in a safe environment, and it even helps them bond with their foster parents (maybe that's how he meets mark again, when mark is trying bond with his little rescue joey who never seems to show emotion, Oscar). and for adults who have been trafficked or older pups it becomes a safe place to work or gain skills and experience, and nico is always willing to write a good reference for when people are ready to move on (plus he has lots of connections, as does toto). maybe he even gets kimi to teach self defence classes there as well

Plss yes!!

Nico having special classes to help this traumatised little things after seeing how much it helped Maxy! (Maxy is 100% in the studio a lot with momma and Sebby and Nicky come too cos they like the soft pillows and the flavored waters sksk)

Nico having special classes for just pups to help them relax and learn to calm themselves, and classes with foster/adoptive parents and their little ones for bonding!

Mark joining the class with Oscar, who seems content with his new papa hut also is very quiet and doesn't show much emotion so Mark never really knows if Osc is happy... but Nico smiles when during exercises, the little kangaroo noses extra close to papa and his ears are wiggling happily!

Nico also employs people who could use a safe new work place, like maybe Lance who has been running for years, so scared of being caught because he is a deer but wanting to settle now, and he works for Nico for quite some time! And pls Kimi giving self defense and Toto being there to help find them legal aid and other stuff!

Maybe someone comes there with chaotic little Charlie? And surprisingly he becomes great friends eith shy Maxy!

Also 15 year old grumpy sebby's first job is at the studio too ksks

#asks #stepmom nico

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samwinchestersbf · 2 years ago

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"I Will"

Sam Winchester x Reader

This was based on Mitski's song, I just love her music so much.

Authors note: Suprise!! A comfort fic!! I haven't been doing the best lately, my mental health is really getting to me. I think writing this may help :) Beware of any writing mistakes, it's 4 am right now so criticism is welcomed. (silly hours for me) Non-specific reader and this one might be a little small.

Reblogs are appreciated!! <3

He was always so caring and lovely no matter what, you knew that.

However, something inside of you just ate at you for days, weeks even. It was different and difficult, causing the past to reel you back in. The 'What if' thoughts were consuming you once again.

What if that never happened to you? What if everything you went through was for nothing? What if this was the last week for you? What if you're just making it all up? What if.

The sadness was a persistent parasite, you wanted it out of you.

You were a little avoident and dismissive about it, throwing "Yep I'm good"'s at him.

He knew something was actually up with you, he attempted to try to fish it out of you.

You started to refuse to sleep in the same bed, if you did it would only be for a little bit before rising earlier than he did. You slept in the library or even the kitchen, your excuses with research and exhaustion weren't cutting it anymore.

He didn't do anything wrong, it was you being you.

He was finally able to corner you, catching you up in your lies.

You two were sitting in the impala, Dean in the store for some food on the ride home. You, in the backseat, pretending to be asleep so you could wiggle your way out of the tense situation.

"You're getting worse, I can see it. Please just talk to me, I will take good care of you."

You took a quiet deep breath to reject the tears.

You couldn't explain it to anyone out loud, it felt like an internalized argument with yourself.

An argument of upset and angry thoughts. You wanted help but the shame and bravery of asking for help was overwhelming to ignore.

His hand patiently reached for yours. It was warm and soothing. You ached for his love yet you couldn't bring yourself to embrace it.

"I'm sorry," is all you could mutter out. How could you explain to him?

Sorry Sam! The thoughts are getting worse and I'm not sure if I'll make it this time. I hope you can understand!

As if that was okay to tell him, it'll raise him to questions and concerns.

Dean came back to the car, putting an end to the situation. He was aware of how your mental state was, you weren't too hard to read.

He offered you food and you accepted it out of a hint of guilt if you didn't. You just placed the food next to you and watched the environment move when he backed out of the parking lot.

The drive was going normal, their normal brother bickering and silence. They were having a talk about the hunt you all got done with yesterday.

You decided to tune it all out, ruminating in your own world.

You thought of ways to tell him. Maybe you didn't need to, you could just lock it all away to eventually forget.

You started to feel a sense of dread building up in you so you attempted to sleep it off.

You woke up with soft whispers of your name, Sam's voice trying to wake you up.

Due to the lack of sleep and high alert you bolted up, sitting straight and facing him.

"We're here now, come inside so we can talk."

Those words made you feel small as a little kid would when they get in deep shit. You thought about it more, that's all you've been doing as of lately.

You got out of the car with Sam trailing behind you.

Dean must've been inside already, ready to booze and snooze.

The two of you just walked in the same tense atmosphere as before, making your way to your shared room.

He closed the door behind and immediately wrapped his arms around you in such a gentle way.

Obviously you couldn't help but sob in his care, you needed it so much. Repeating the words 'I'm sorry' to him over and over.

It never felt enough.

He never said anything during it, he understood sometimes you struggle. He played with your hair, guiding you to the bed to sit down with him.

"It's okay to feel this way", he replied to your aftermath of crying.

"I'm always here for you. I will always be here for you. There's no need to run and hide from it." The way he spoke to you in that tone, you wanted to melt in his love.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You shook your head still unsure of how to talk about it. He gave a simple nod and hugged you a little tighter before letting go.

"We should go clean up, we're dirty from that hunt."

Sam held your hand the entire time as he lead you to the showers.

You both stood in silence again, just appreciating each other while the water ran. You wished the peaceful intimate moments with him lasted forever.

The night ended with him holding you, the tense atmosphere now replaced with kindness and comfort.

"It's just getting really bad again, I just want it to stop."

"We can get through it together, please just stay with me for now."

#sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #x reader #fanfic #comfort #supernatural #supernatural x reader #supernatural sam #supernatural dean #dean winchester #help me im so fucking sad #comfort fic #comfort is good right?!?!?!#god i yearn for this man #im gay for sam winchester

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sighs-deeply-and-dreadfully · 2 years ago

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Hey! Your hcs are so amazing💕 I was wondering if you could write a Wally Darling x autistic reader… I’m autistic and this would be very meaningful to me

Btw sorry for the english, I am brazillian and not used to write in any language that isn’t portuguese lol

That’s perfectly okay, friend!! I think you did just fine (with the wording of your message, I mean) !! :] /g and thank you!!

And sure thing!! I’m autistic, too :D so I’m happy to write for this!! Haha!!

Pluffy Fluffy

Wally Darling x GN!Autistic!Reader

Headcanons Format, Relation can be interpreted by the Reader!

Please note, everyone is different on the Autism Spectrum! I loosely based this off of my own experience, but you are free to request again and specify where you lie, or how yours represents itself!! I would be happy to personalize it, more :]

Wally Darling is a lovely companion to have when you’re on the autism spectrum! He has it, himself. :]

Though his manifests in its own way, with its own mannerisms, he still can very easily understand your own standpoint— whether it’s akin to his or not!

Specifically, he’s quite good when it comes to overstimulation.

Wally’s an observant one— for everyone in his life. He knows the indicators that something is getting “too much” for just about anyone, and that very much includes you.

Whether your start getting jittery, angry, spacey, or however it is you begin to behave when undergoing too much, he learns the signs of it.

If you’re one to devolve into mumbling, or go nonverbal, he’s perfectly okay to sit with you until you get your words together. If there are tools that help you communicate, he is sure to remind you of them so you can use them— if you’d like to. If you don’t want to? He’ll just stay by you, if you’d like to have company.

He takes great care in asking and finding out what helps you during overstimulation, as well.

If you’re one to need a complete environment change, he is expertly skilled in peacefully intervening whatever interaction and getting you out of it stress-free!

And if being placed into a quiet environment helps; he’s got many quiet, serene spots he’d be happy to share!

If going to your home would help most, though, he’ll gladly walk you— and if you’d like company, he’d stay with you.

Really, anywhere you’d like to go, he’d be happy to be by your side!

If you need someone to squeeze, or just let it out to, he’s also happy to help with that! Although he may not embrace you back (not because he doesn’t want to!.. He just doesn’t know that he should), he is happy to oblige!

If touching people isn’t your thing, though, he’s also got a stress ball somewhere around here..

Or, if you’re maybe just someone that needs to be entirely alone to calm down? That’s okay, too, he entirely understands— for he’s the same, that way.

Regardless of what you need, he will try to help in any way he can!

Which very much includes guiding you through grounding methods, too, if need be.. He likes to think his voice can be soothing!

Now, on the contrary, when it comes to under-stimulation? He’s quite the helper there, too!

He tries to get you to do something, really— which has included offers of painting (which also includes finger painting), letting you ramble to him (or having him ramble to you, if you’d want!.. He’s just a bit hard to get going.. but he’s willing to try, at the very least), or maybe just going on a walk. If company helps you in any way, shape, or form; he’s there.

Whatever it is that helps you, he is there to provide if it calls for him to!

When it comes to textures, Wally is a very texture-orientated person. He’s perpetually in a state of being somewhat under-stimulated, but textures help him with that!

With that in mind, if you’re similar? He will gladly show you what he finds textures on! It isn’t uncommon to find him running his hands along something, extremely content.

He especially notes which textures give you euphoria, or that you just like, and will try to show you them!

With textures that make you uncomfortable, though? He’ll keep it in mind! And, to be frank, he doesn’t mind being a sort of “texture tester”.

“Ah.. this shirt wouldn’t feel good, to you.. it’s scratchy.”

Speaking of shirts, he’d be delighted to help you find texture-safe clothing, if it’s something you’d need or want help with!

Along with tags. He’s got a seam cutter just for tags, and he’d be happy to help you remove your own without damaging the clothing, if you’d like!

If you two are physically close (he can perfectly understand not being someone who likes physical contact, so no worries!), he takes great care to make sure any of the clothing he wears around you isn’t a “bad texture”.

Speaking of physical touch; he’s perfectly fine if you’re one to not like it. He’s got his own ways of showing affection beyond it! Affection, in his eyes, is so much more than just physical intimacy.

Ah, and noises.. Wally, himself, has a bit of noise sensitivity. Specifically, clearing of throats can get a bit.. much for him, if done too much too fast.

If you’re similar? He understands entirely— and he has many, many quiet spots he’d love to share (as was mentioned earlier)!

If you’re one to get overstimulated by sounds quite quickly, he will try— when he can— to give you a heads up if anything might have noises that might cause you to fall into a state like that.

“Howdy’s shop.. has an old bell, on the door.. so.. try to open it carefully.. it’s a bit screechy.. and there’s an A.C in.. his store— so there’s.. a constant kind of.. ‘whrrr’..”

And.. ah, his.. very intense eye contact. He fully understands if if makes someone else uncomfortable, and he would make it clear you don’t have to return it if it discomforts you.

If just having him stare so intensely is a discomfort in general, he’d try to tone it down.. though it’s a bit difficult. He wouldn’t mind reminders, though.

Wooh boy! Whether or not you’re similar, he in particular struggles on social cues and tones. For that, his own voice tends to be rather flat— but he’d never mind clarifying how he meant something he said, if asked!

But with the social cues? Oh boy.

You have to communicate directly with him— or else he just.. Won’t Get It. Not for a lack of trying, but it either just flies over his head, or he doesn’t understand.

So he appreciates direct-ness, and honesty. He doesn’t take either as offending, whatsoever!

For this, though, he’s very blunt and honest in return. He means absolutely no harm! But he isn’t the best at softening his words. To be fair, though, it’s not like he’d have to very often— even for someone quite sensitive. He seems to, almost naturally, structure his sentences softer— he just can’t seem to do it on command.

Ahh, special interest and fixations!

He loves to listen to people talk, to see them happy and ramble.

With that, he is always open to you talking to him about your interests as a whole, or whatever you’ve got on your mind!

He isn’t one to engage very much beyond nodding and smiling, but do not be mistaken— he is listening to every word.

Specifically, he tries to get you things that relate to your interest.

If you like stars? He might paint you a painting of them! If you like bugs, he’ll certainly try to borrow a few books from Frank to read them over so he can hopefully understand what you’re talking about more..

Whatever it is, he tries to understand and learn— he wants you to feel heard, and that is how he tries to express that you are!

When it comes to stimming, he actually quite enjoys sort of mirroring however it is you stim!

He tends to stim himself by humming, or wiggling his head side to side.

But when it comes to you, or his friends, doing as such? He tends to join! He isn’t really sure why he does this, but he enjoys it— and means it well!

If you rock, he’ll rock with you. If you flap your hands, he’ll do the same!!

If you don’t like this, though, he won’t do it to you! But he’s delighted to see you stim— when it’s positive, of course.

In the case you’re stimming due to negative feelings? He’ll just try to help you in whatever way helps you best!!

Overall, he just cares a whole awful lot— and understands where you come from, entirely. No matter where you land, or what helps you, he will be there to understand. He’s there for you! Forever and always

Ahh!! I hope this was enjoyable!! I tried very hard to make it apply to a majority HAHA I’m hoping my own experiences didn’t influence too much!!

Also please ignore the double yellow bars down here <:] I literally cannot get rid of them on mobile— so I have to wait until I’m on laptop to do as such!- (EDIT : Fixed it! BWAHA)

Edit : I FORGOT TO COVER STIMMING, AH.. I AM SILLY… I have added it near the bottom! :]

Have a lovely day!!!

#wally darling #wally darling x reader #sighsdeeplyanddreadfully #welcome home wally darling #reader insert #x reader #autism #HAPPY AUTISM AWARENESS MONTH BTW!!!! :]

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yannysif · 1 year ago

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Sooo I know I disappeared for a bit again, but this time I was basically doing my own shonen protagonist training arc - been consuming a TON of tutorials and practicing in general, only a few of them are even remotely worth sharing, like this one! I'm not very happy with it, but at the same time, I put in too much effort to let it go to waste so I thought, why not attach a drabble with this because I need to practice my writing alongside my art too..

And so here's a short story of sorts that would take place in the prologue (it won't be exactly like this in-game since I'll have choices and variations to incorporate) hope you enjoy!

"Would you like to dance?"

You look at Lucien as if he's grown an extra head, as he extends his hand to you, waiting. The two of you were taking a stroll in his gardens after dinner, and you were in-between feeling at peace in the environment, and incredibly nervous as you were walking alongside Lucien Lockhart, trying to wrap your head around the fact that he was no longer just your favorite character beyond a screen, he was living, breathing, right next to you, you.

You were quietly taking in the foliage under the moonlight, reveling in the novelty of it, never having had the chance to see such a gorgeous garden at night (but really, everything was new when you were in an entirely different world) when he sprung the question on you.

You could feel his quiet amusement to your reaction, as you stare holes into the palm of his hand, wondering if it was worth taking it, to risk making a completely fool out of yourself in the process, in front of him, and so soon after meeting him? No, you couldn't-

"You are always welcome to say no, please don't feel pressured to do anything you don't want to."

Doesn't that just lay on the pressure even more!? But as you look at him and his gentle expression, like you could do no wrong, it felt easier to go along with it. And the moment you placed your hand in his, you felt it was the right choice seeing his face light up from that action alone.

He gently pulls you into position, one hand still holding yours, the other on your waist. He looked for all the world, content, as if it was enough for him just to hold you, have you near. He gives you one last questioning look, silently asking if it's alright to keep going. You can't back out now; you give him a nod, not trusting your voice.

It took all of 2 seconds to step on his foot. Oh this was a terrible idea what were you thinking-

You were brought out of your down-spiral by the sound of your name, prompting you to look up, at his face, his ever present smile when he's near you, immediately providing you with reassurance.

"Don't overthink it, just trust me."

Trust him.

Wasn't that a lot to ask from someone who's practically a stranger? But then again, maybe you weren't. After all, the two of you knew about the other this whole time, when you assumed it was a one-way street. In fact, you think he knows you better (knows you well, too well) than most of the people in your life. You could see it in all the little considerations he made for you in your short time together.

So you couldn't help but want to trust him.

You take a deep breath to ground yourself, and as you do, you could hear music drifting in the air, faint, but present. It was from the musicians Lucien had hired to play during dinner (to welcome you, he explained, when you said it was a bit too much fanfare for someone like you. He promises the next dinner onward would be simpler, for you. You couldn't help but feel a little wonder, at the assured promise of future dinners spent together, like it was only natural.)

So they were still playing, you hadn't noticed from your nervousness, but it made it feel a little less awkward to have some music to dance to.

You set your shoulders, resolute, as you gaze back at Lucien. He gives you a knowing smile, and begins to move again.

Trust him.

And so you do. You let yourself loosen up, trusting him to lead, to go where he pushed and pulled. It takes a moment, but soon the two of you fall into a rhythm, dancing to the music, and soon everything else fell away. You couldn't help the smile that tugged at your lips; you were doing it, you were dancing! And when Lucien smiles back at you, eyes filled with nothing but pride and admiration for you, you could feel happiness swell from within you.

"I'm going to spin you, ok?"

The next moment, he gently pulls your arm up and leads you in a twirl, and you couldn't help but feel a little silly(a little giddy) as you enact a scene you could only imagine before.

"Once more"

That was all the warning you get when this time, he lets go of your hand to instead place both on your waist. You couldn't help the gasp ripped out of you when he lifts you for a spin, impossibly stronger than he appeared, but soon devolved into delighted laughter as you grab his shoulders, weightless in the air.

You've never felt freer than you did at this moment.

#that ended up being a lot longer than I thought it would #when am I going to actually put this stuff in the game hahaha... but in other news the demo will be longer than I originally planned #I am planning some things!!#but I can't really say anything until I've solidified stuff because of how notoriously flaky my adhd makes me #now I hope you dont mind as I go back into my cave to continue my “training”#isekai'd into the arms of a yandere duke #yanduke #lucien lockhart #yanduke lucien #yanduke art #yanduke writing #yandere vn

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ember-owlet · 1 year ago

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hi, i'm just getting to learn about agere, and i'm a little anxious, i wanted to know if you could write something for mel as a cg?

a/c: absolutely firelight! thank you for your patience. i'm so glad you've been trying to learn more about age regression! speaking personally, it is a wonderful coping mechanism and i really hope this brings you some form of comfort on your journey. (/gen) this was an absolute treat to write and create the moodboard for as i don't see as much mel content in the arcane fandom, much less for elora in the agere tag and i hope to provide as much as i can. ʚ♡ɞ

dynamic: gn!regressor! reader x cg! mel medarda x babysitter! elora

reader is referred to as: darling, little one, sweetheart, and my love. mel is referred to as mommy.

content warnings: descriptions of anxiety from reader and moments of overstimulation/overwhelm ((stay safe little firelights, you can always come back to this when you're ready))

"Now now darling I'll only be gone for a short while." Mel swept her hand across your cheek and slid down to your chin, giving you a slight tap with her slender finger to the very tip of your nose. Your caregiver had reminded you that she was going away to a council meeting for the majority of the day. "Elora will be here to provide you with anything that you'll need." Mel would look over to reveal the presence of her assistant, the woman giving you a slight nod of acknowledgment and a shy wave as to not startle you further. "You'll be a brave little one for me, won't you?" Despite the thousands of ways you wanted to beg her to stay, you knew that her work was important to her, but being without your caregiver for so long presented a new form of unease. Before you could protest further the door had already locked into place, the sound of the great marble echoing in the open air. Elora adjusted her posture before straightening once again, "I think it's quite a lovely day to go outside, don't you?" She paused, stretching beyond where you stood to retrieve your comfort plush off of the floor, eyeing the other toys and miscellaneous gifts scattered aimlessly, noting to have the place cleaned and organized before Councilor Medarda's return. "And, maybe if you feel up to it I heard there was a lovely spot near the marketplace to find a new outfit for you and your stuffie." Shuffling you weighed your options, and though it would have been wonderful on its own to stay inside and let the thoughts of missing your mommy persist, a day out couldn't hurt? The extravagant doors swung open again, much more persistent than when the two of you had exited the room moments prior. You had no idea where to go, but the overwhelming urge to curl up and cry overtook you as the room spun with you in place. You quickly launched yourself into bed, your ears tickled with the strain of picking up every beat and sound around you. Elora moved with ease throughout the room, resetting the environment to make it as quiet and calming as she physically could. Despite your best efforts, the town square was bustling with activities, unexpected noises, and situations you weren't prepared for. It was too much, and without Mel around to help it didn't take much for the churning in your stomach to become unbearable. The only other person present that brought you a sense of familiarity was now down to a side sitting position. "Hey sweetheart.." she cooed at the edge of the luxurious bed, guiding a pillow and blanket beside you, unrolling the silk should you need easy access to it. "Take as much time as you need. I let Mel know about the situation and she'll be here as soon as she possibly can." she spoke almost in a whisper, the pen in her hand being flipped between each finger back and forth. Her eyes flipped through the tiered bookshelf that rested not too far away from your bedside. "How about I read to you until she gets here. When you feel ready, pick whichever one you like while I get you something to drink." Time was lost in the countless titles that graced your collection, and through small sniffles, you gathered the energy to select a few. You draw a hand lovingly over the worn copy of The Short Tales of a Fox and Their Warren. You loved the way your mommy would effortlessly paint the images of the once lonely fox and how, after discovering another lone rabbit out in the forest, would create a warren of their own. You clutched the book tightly in your arms, another exhale to calm your restless mind. Elora poked her head gingerly into the doorway, the warm, freshly sweet scent of chamomile lingered in the air. The cartoonish mug stood tall and proud contrasted to the elegant tray. Elora bent down to hand you the heated vessel. "Drink slowly, it's still a bit hot." You took short but wide gulps of the tea. It was just what you needed and you exhaled deeply as it warmed your aching body.

Swaddled together in your bed she finishes, "And then, the once lonely fox smiled. For they knew that though this newfound family was different in many ways, they had finally found what they had been looking for: A place to belong. The End." She motioned to close the book, letting the spine crackle before it set into place. She looked down at you; rather fond of the way you clutched onto her side as you slept. Suddenly her attention was taken to the doorway, smiling at the sound of the approaching (and all too familiar) hasty footsteps. "Perfect timing. We had just finished storytime. They finally felt safe enough to rest." she greeted Mel with a gentle nod, sliding herself out of the bed to let the frazzled woman swiftly replace her position and slink into your arms. She looked around at the spotless room and sighed in relief to the peaceful atmosphere. "Thank you Elora. As always, you have done wonderfully. Tomorrow morning please have the rest of the day scheduled in my absence. I think I've had enough excitement for one day." She leans over, brushing aside the strands of hair that fell over your face. Already striking each event from the list, Elora bids the councilor a good evening and closes the door behind her. It didn't take long for you to feel the golden bangles around your mommy's waist, slowly bringing yourself to meet her gaze. "I missed you; so so much mommy." You whine, holding her tighter and burrowing your face deeper into her. She chuckles, wiping the dampness from your cheeks and placing your soft friend in your arms. "I missed you too. You did so well today, my love. Come, let's get you freshened up and ready for bed."

#cg! mel medarda #babysitter! elora #gn!regressor!reader #gn!reader #mel medarda #elora arcane #arcane agere #arcane #fandom agere #sfw agere #agere #agere fic #embers writings

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stephaniebrownslover · 1 year ago

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Annual Duck Competitions With Pastas And Tons Of Other Shit[Crack]—Part 1

I know I'm not funny but please act like I'm sooo funny because I need motivation to continue.

Also I know they're out of character and sorry for that but it's my first time to writing a crack creepypasta fic.

Let me know about your opinions and ideas!

It was a typical summer day. A heat that constantly overwhelmed people as if it wanted to melt them, a bright sun that wanted to share its joy with the world, flies that kept buzzing around and more. In summary, the residents of Slender Mansion were living an ordinary day of summer.

Jeff was just lying on the couch with no purpose, while he was kicking and pushing Ben, who was trying to play a game. Or rather, he was constantly throwing his foot towards Ben, but he was only getting increasingly angry because he couldn't get any reaction from Ben since he was used to Jeff's endless nonsense.

Clockwork, Nina and Toby, who were as bored as Jeff in another corner of the same communal living room, were talking about a serious discussion about why it was believed that babies were brought by storks.

Because of the environment's being quiet noisy, Helen and Liu were sitting in front of the long windows where the hall on the ground floor opens to the garden. They were sharing their opinions about the Pulp Fiction movie, the last Quentin Tarantino movie they had watched.

At a moment when no one expected, Clockwork's, who was hanging upside down from the seat, and Jeff's, who was trying to put his foot in Ben's mouth, eyes met. Two close friends, who were quite bored with the aimless situation they were in, shook their heads, almost reading each other's minds.

"Hey, fuckin' elf, stop eating my foot, I need to piss."

"Hope you'll die, you jerk!"

"But you'll miss me."

When Jeff finally managed to free his foot from between Ben's baby hands, Clockwork also told her own excuse.

"Hey look, a stork beating a crab!"

"Somebody help them!"

"I-it's not real, Nina, s-he's just try-ing to di-ditch us."

''Oh."

And Clockwork, who had managed to slip out of the way while those two were talking, walked towards to Jeff, who was making strange hand signs to her from the corner of the hallway. He was looking so stupid that she wanted to throw a punch to Jeff's face.

A friendly punch, of course.

"The fuck are you doing?"

Jeff, raising his left hand in the air, signaled Clockwork to stop. He seemed very excited and it was very obvious that he did not want to be interrupted.

"No need for shitty talk, we're here to talk business."

Clockwork tied her sleeves together and put on a sarcastic expression.

"Get your head out of your ass, you don't have the capacity to sell drugs."

"The other business."

"Oh, right."

Jeff began to walk slowly here and there in the rather long corridor, it was dark unlike the other rooms. He had a very serious expression when he was constantly pacing, as if he needed to tell someone about a problem that he couldn't talk about.

It was like he was going to make the biggest decision of his life.

"We must tell the others."

Clockwork spoke using an extremely soft tone of voice. She also knew that this was an extremely important situation and she didn't want to mess things up. This could be one of the biggest tasks that they shouldn't mess up; maybe even the biggest task they've ever undertaken in their lives before.

“No! I mean, no. It's too risky."

Jeff suddenly stopped walking where he was and began to look at Clockwork's face with a scared expression.

"There is no way, Jeff, if we want success in this task, then others must know!"

"There must be some other way!"

"There isn't!"

Jeff, who bent his head to the ground to avoid eye contact, muttered in a fearful way.

"What about the thing we talked earlier?"

"We can't, we've already talked the reasons!"

"We have to try!"

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

Neither Jeff nor Clockwork noticed Masky sneaking up behind them because they were both too busy yelling at each other.

Completely no different from a child who had been caught, the two murderers were looking at the proxy that entered the room. Masky, whose porcelain mask was surrounded by filth, was watching them as if waiting for an answer.

Damn it, they made too much noise, and their plans were ruined by their stupid moves, and the stupid Masky would immediately-

"Masky! Just the man I wanted to see!"

Ignoring Jeff, who extended his hand to shake hands with him, Masky walked to the Clockwork in calm but eerie silence. It was a fairly common reality for those staying at the mansion that Masky didn't have many loving thoughts for Clockwork.

He saluted with the same menacing air.

"Clockwork."

Clockwork, who received the greeting, was nervous like a cat who had seen water, there was no trace of her relaxed mood just a little earlier.

"Masky."

Annoyed that his hand was in the air while an uncomfortable silence was forming between them, Jeff lowered his hand in the hope that his foolish behavior had not been noticed.

Jeff felt uneasy while Masky and Clockwork were busy threatening each other without needing to use words. He wanted to break this silence.

"Can you keep a secret, mysterious-masked-face?"

Masky's one eyebrow was raised in the air, questioning what he had fallen into. Keeping a secret from his master would definitely not even be the last thing he would do, but in order to find out their secret, he had to gain their trust first. He wasn't sure about the girl, but he was aware that the idiot called Jeff and he knew his mouth wasn't too tight.

This was going to be as easy as gambling with a baby.

"No, Jeff, that wasn't in the plan!"

While Clockwork was shouting with an angry expression, Jeff placed his hand on her shoulder in a reassuring manner to calm her down.

"Relax and trust me, Clocky, everything is under my control."

"If you screw this up, consider yourself dead, fucker."

Masky, who could not stand this nonsense any longer, impatiently tapped his foot on the floor.

"Spill it out."

Wearing a sincere smile, Jeff dramatically raised his hand in the air and spoke using an extremely serious sen tone.

"Tell me, Masky, have you ever wanted to be rich?"

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madisonmontgomeryimagines · 5 months ago

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hi ! I just thought of a prompt so i’ll write it down. It might be a little long so i apologize in advance. But imagine an introverted reader with social anxiety who agrees to come with Madison at a party because she wants to make her happy and thinks she can hold it together for one night. Spoiler : she can’t. And at some point, i’m just giving an example so you could replace it by whatever really, but like, Madison sees some girls she knows, strikes up conversation. Reader suddenly feels left out and overwhelmed so she sneaks away to hide under some staircase or whatever, sitting alone and trying to calm her anxiety, even tho she feels guilty for running away. And of course Madison starts looking for her little witch as soon as she realizes she’s not by her side anymore, and then try to comfort her and lift up her spirits when she finds her

You didn't think you were a jealous person, honestly you didn't, but when you watched Madison's face light up with recognition half a second before she gravitated towards a few girls almost as pretty as she was - certainly prettier than you, your thoughts whispered - you weren't as sure anymore. Jealousy was an ugly emotion, you had been told as much since you were a child, and you didn't want to feel possessive of her attention when in reality it was your own insecurities. Being out of your element didn't help, and you mumbled an excuse you weren't even sure Madison heard before you slipped away, head ducked to let the curtain of your hair act as a barrier you could hide behind as you sought a quiet corner.

It was difficult, the house was crowded with people and loud with music, but when you stumbled to the staircase, a small door caught your eye. It was propped open, darkness spilling from the cracked door. No one really paid you much mind, making it easier to gravitate towards it, to slip through the gap and fumble for the light switch.

When the light blinked on, it was dimmer than you expected, but the gentle yellow glow almost felt warm enough to put you at ease. Your body sank into a cushioned bench, and you pulled the door a little more shut without actually closing it. It seemed that the space did a little bit to dampen the overwhelming roar of music, at least enough that you could remember how to breathe.

It wasn't supposed to be like this. You had spent the entire day mentally preparing to be in such a crowded, high energy environment, but it felt more suffocating now that you were actually there. The cruel whispers of your own thoughts didn't help, making you hug your knees to your chest. In the current moment, it felt silly that you'd thought you could power through even just for one night, but you didn't want to be the reason your girl couldn't have fun.

The haven of solitude couldn't free you forever, and when the shadow of a person stretched over you as the door swung open wider, you flinched away from whatever could be discovering you. Shame flooded your skin, prickling you with burning discomfort when you recognized Madison, and it was a small mercy when she stepped inside and closed the door behind her.

"Are you okay?" Her voice was soft, that tone reserved just for you. She moved slowly, closing the distance between you, avoiding anything too quick that might startle you. "Sorry, I thought you were right behind me."

You shook your head at the apology, scrambling to your feet. "No, you're good, I just needed a little quiet." A sheepish smile offered itself up on your lips, something in your chest twisted at the thought of worrying her needlessly. "Guess I'm in over my depth after all."

"Do you want to go home?" Those dark eyes were gentle, maybe even sympathetic as they swallowed you whole, but you shook your head immediately.

"Mads, no, you were looking forward to getting out tonight. I'm fine, just needed a break from how loud the music is," You promised, so gently grabbing her hands in yours.

"You're not having fun. If you don't want to go home, we can find a Denny's or something, just us." Madison's lips curved in that playful smirk that always melted your heart. "Come on, you're my fun."

#madison montgomery #madison montgomery imagine #madison montgomery x reader

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digimonloving · 2 years ago

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Heyo, Gabu! Hope life's been good. How would our favorite Death Generals react to a burnt out s/o? I know some of them are gruffer than others, but I could really use that sweet fluff

Olegmon

Olegmon notices it pretty easy when his S/O is burnt out. He doesn't understand it, mostly because he enjoys greatly what he does, but he takes notice when any of his crew - especially his S/O - has been acting off from their usual self. If they liked to do something, like draw or write or play certain things, but they steadily seem to stop, Olegmon sits with them and asks what's going on softly. He more or less tries to remove them from stress, covering them in pillows and blankets and essentially telling them to just rest. If they need to talk, they know they can always call him or one of the crew! Olegmon might try to ask what started it in the first place, just to see if it was something on the ship, or if maybe them being on the ship at all times was a bit too much. Maybe they'd like to be on land for a while? He wouldn't mind stopping for a bit if it helps!

Splashmon

What in the Digital World is "burn out"? Splashmon might need to be told about it from his S/O, for he's too busy himself to really take notice. However.... his Drippins do. He always has a few around them, they're the parts of him that he's able to expend so he can keep track of where his S/O is and if they're in danger or if they just need something that's him to love on when he's busy. The Drippins love on his S/O for him, trying to keep their stress levels down and to help them get back to doing what they love. On the times he gets to do something, he'll take his S/O out to see a new sight. Perhaps a change of view could help their imagination, or spark something to get them back into the swing of things? Splashmon also offers... strange but cute compliments to them, offering himself and his Drippins as something to vent to. He'll listen, as bad as he may seem about it.

Zamielmon

Burn out? That's a weird set of words to him. His S/O will have to explain it to him when he asks why they haven't been doing their usual things they like to do for fun! Though, when he finds out, he might try too hard to help. Removing them from the situation, in-case something was making them stressed, trying to make their spot comfortable so they can just rest, and checking up on them every other hour. All his S/O needs to do is tell him it isn't helping with him hovering like that - unless it does. He cares, he just doesn't quite know how to help. If his S/O wants, they can talk with him, he'll try to keep quiet so he can listen and understand what's going on with them and how he can actually help them.

Gravimon

Humans were such funny creatures to him. So easily stressed out by things. Gravimon tries to nip such feelings in the bud before they blossom. He tells his S/O not to work too hard on something, and to keep pace in themself. After all, they do too much, they might get too tired to enjoy what it is they love. He hates to see them in such a state as burn out, and subtly tries to help when they do enter such a state, as much as he tries to not let it happen. Funny enough, he tells is S/O to take some self-care days. Care for themself. He'll get everything they need to do so, if they don't have it already. Gravimon makes certain that nobody interrupts his S/O when they're taking time for themself.

Apollomon

Apollomon is such a gentle hearted Digimon. He doesn't even need to be told; he just immediately takes his S/O out for a nice self-care day. He tries to keep their stress levels down regularly, as he knows that his... "job" can be a lot, and he doesn't want them to see it all. He keeps them in a positive environment, and offers his help where he's able, and compliments them every time they do something. He tries to keep the negative feelings of burn out away, as he knows it can be one of the worst feelings out there. Apollomon Whispered subtly does the same as his other self, mostly sending them out to care for themself and makes certain they aren't doing too much of their activity so they don't run out of energy to do it. He still loves them, just like his other self, and he hates to see them looking so upset that they can't do what they enjoy because of burn out.

Dorbickmon

Humans were perplexing to him still, and he fell for one! Just when he thinks he figured them out fully, they go and do something he didn't expect. They stopped enjoying their favourite activities, and just couldn't seem to bring themself to do them. He awkwardly tries to help, although he's horrible at it. Dorbickmon tries to ask what might help them, and he may assume what they need. Maybe they need more food in their portions? Maybe more rest? More pillows, blankets? Less interaction with some of the Digimon under his rule? Did they stress his S/O out? Dorbickmon's S/O will have to make him stop since he doesn't understand how to actually help beyond just demanding that changes are made and seeing how it goes. So he chooses to leave small gifts, his go-to, that he knows they enjoy to try and spark something in them again, or subtly try to get them excited to do their favourite thing by talking to them about it. As much as he doesn't seem like he's enjoying it because of his expression, he's trying his best.

NeoMyotismon

NeoMyotismon strangely actually attempts to help his S/O when they have burn out. He loves a good discussion, and if his partner seems out of it with burn out, NeoMyotismon will actually sit with them and try to spark that love for their favourite activity again through talking. He'll ask questions that regard what they could have bee working on and talk to them about their hobby in general. He loves seeing the spark flash in their eye, just as much as he loves to watch it fade from others. He offers small bits of advice, but more or less, he likes to ask the questions and see where his S/O takes it, then build off of it with them to reignite the spark. It's cute seeing them steadily light up, and he does love to hear their thoughts. for as cruel as he can be, he prefers to see his S/O happy rather than miserable because they can't do something they love.

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icouldntcareless22 · 2 years ago

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I will remember you.

Extraordinary you!Au x Zombie Apocalypse!Au

Summary: The world was damned. A deadly virus going around turning everyone in zombies? Yeah, the world was definitely damned. But that was the least of his problems right now. Time was slipping by him..he had been hearing weird sounds. He decided that he was going crazy. Until a certain someone appeared and told him not to worry because apparently this all a fiction, more specifically a comic?

AN: Hi! This is the very first piece I am writing! I am sure that it is not quite as good as the rest of the amazing works that exist here but I wanted to get the idea out of me and entertain whoever wants to read it! I will be making a part 2 for sure!

Words: 5k

Part 2

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The morning was quiet, if you don't count the inhuman grunts and moans that were surrounding them.

Felix was perched in the highest point he could reach and was just crouched there, watching the school below him. Approximately 6 months ago everything he knew changed. A virus, that was supposed to never see the light of day, was leaked and the world went to shit after that. People screaming on the streets as their flesh was being ripped from their bodies, the population filling the streets desperate to escape, concerned family members trying to find each other, destruction of human kind as we knew it..You know the usual drill..

He shook himself out of whatever daydream he had fallen into.. Now it was not the time to daydream... He scolded himself as he adjusted his position. He looked over the school that had became both their salvation and prison. It was for sure big and by now, so unkept that it truly looked haunted. Being on top of the second floor helped him have that eagle vision he needed to examinate their safe keep. He scanned over the fake little garden that was was once filled with flowers and trees were they lounged upon back in the good days, over the old road that was once filled with kids and laughter as it leaded to the main gate, over-.

A gasp left him. There was movement. In the corner of the football court, that was in the far right side, there was movement.

Swoosh!

What was that?

"Did you see something Felix?" Asked over his shoulder the dark haired boy on the other side of the roof. Usually the look out consisted of two people that made their way from the bottom of the school to the top. The small bit they managed to secure at least. The whole thing was too damn big to manage it all, they had succeed in securing quite a few rooms, that were in the left side of the building.Such as mediocre classrooms, a janitors closet that was the source of weaponry for them and the teacher's office. The rest was up for the taking for the leaches.

"I think I saw something moving by the court" he answered as he scanned again the yard for signs of life. Could I really be that wrong?

Changbin left a grunt as moved near his side of the roof. He perched on the edge as carefully scanned the court. He shook his head, messy unkept locks following the movement. Changbin looked rugged, he realized, they all did, with a T shirt a few sizes too big and green cargo pants rolled up so they can fit his height. They raided a couple of lockers and found clothes that remained there. The clothes a painful reminder that their owners would not come to pick them up.

"Are you sure? Maybe you saw a squirrel or something.. If they are still alive, I mean «he reasoned as he wiped his forehead.

"Maybe I am tired" Felix agreed, shaking his head as well. Yeah, he could be tired. The sun was glaring down at them and he was taking on more and more shifts recently. This could be a sign that he needs the rest. Maybe he could speak with Chan so he can rearrange them.

"Or maybe you are on edge." Changbin said as he hoped back on the safer ground of the roof." I mean a new face, in this environment, is not always welcomed. You can be cautious"

"I am not. I believe she deserves the benefit of the doubt. She survived a God knows what, all alone, out there. I mean if you were on her position wouldn't you want shelter and food?" He answered as be scanned the yard for the last time.

"Yeah...you could be right" Changbin mumbled.

Swoosh!

"You heard that?" Felix asked, looking around.

Changbin stilled as he listened. After a moment or two he opened his eyes and looked at Felix "No..Nothing"

He stilled as well and then let out a big breath".. let's just go mate" he mumbled and started to make his way down the stairs.

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Swoosh!

"I am saying that she shouldn't have been here in the first place"

Felix blinked as he refocused on the conversation that was taking place in front of him. Seungmin and some other kids were taking a stand against the new girl that arrived on the campus. They were totally tearing the poor girl down, he thought. Useless, in a prime condition and had never gotten her hands dirty were some of the comments that were thrown in her face.

He approached slowly, arms raised, as if to show that he meant no harm " Guys, let's not says things we don't mean" he tried to reason with them. He knew that all was in vain as Seungmin and the girls were all furious. The girls could understand why, they never really resolved anything, always picked fights and recklessly dived into difficult situations that they couldn't get out. Seungmin, on the other hand, was a tactician. He knew that one more person , meant more hands, meant more eyes to keep them safe , so he couldn't understand what the boy had against her that he would go to such extreme lengths.

"We mean everything! She is longing around! Asking stupid questions! Not helping at all!" Squealed one of the girls, all red in the face and hands moving rapidly around her.

Seungmin, still sitting on the chair not far from him, said " Felix we can't welcome anyone and not ask questions. Besides even though the screaming doesn't help" he said throwing a dirty look to the girls" they got a point. This is kill or be killed now, I am just saying in case you forgot "

He allowed himself to fall back against the window. He put his hands deep down the pockets of the oversize pants he found. He couldn't deny what Seungmin said. He scanned the rest of the room. Changbin was sprawled in one of the comfiest teacher's chair he could find , not a care in the world could be found on his face. On the top of the desk in front of Changbin, sat Jisung. He stared at the fight that was taking without a word. He didn't really get involved in fights as he once did. The whole situation was proven too much for him, slowly his jokes and bright energy gave to a solemn face and keen eyes that saw it all. Seungmin and Minho, as well as a few other kids from the classes that managed to stay alive, were in the middle of the room. Seungmin and Minho made quite a duo. Clever and sharp-tongued they may be, but they kept them alive. Along with Chan they were the brain of the operation, as he liked to joke.

Not everyone from their classroom managed to stay alive. That resulted in fights and distress in the beginning but as the months went by we all came into an understanding, we have to work together to make this whole damn thing work. He knew some of the faces and names but not all. Faces came and went by, some familiar, some completely unrecognizable. He didn't understand what the fuss was about, it would simply be another face in the crowd.

"So what? We should close the gates and shun outsiders? We won't be better than monsters!!!" Hyunjin protested. But in return he earned only scoffs but the other boys. He grided his teeth, annoyance clear on his handsome face. With long strides he came to the side of the girl, which he strongly protected. " Besides you don't run the place. I say we vote. Let the crowd decide" he concluded, smirking arrogantly. With his long black hair framing his face, his tall frame stood over the girl protectively. Felix wanted to scoff to himself. Why don't you shoot hearts from your eyes too? He though. He didn't really know Hyunjin that well, even back to the old days they didn't really talk. But he found his whole demeanor ridiculous, especially when it was about a girl he barely knew.

"Okay, let's do that. To be fair to everyone involved" said Chan standing up. He clapped to get everyone's attention. "Tomorrow we will vote. Make up your mind until then." He turned to Seungmin and Hyunjin "Happy now?" They both nodded.

Hyunjin turned to the girl who watched the whole scene stunned and murmured something Felix didn't quite catch.

Swoosh!

He immediately looked around him, alarmed. What was that damned sound? He didn't quite have the time to figure out as he ran up to Chan.

"Hey mate!" He called you the older boy.

"Hi Felix!" Chan greeted with a big smile. Felix immediately smiled back. He quite liked Chan. He was an easy going guy, fair to all, never had he seen him pint point and be cruel to others. A perfect leader and friend. They were lucky to end up here with him." How was the watch?"

"Actually that was what I wanted to talk you about. Is there a way to get me out of watch the next 2 days or so? I have been keeping watch for 5 days now and I am begging to tire" he explained, tone annoyed and shifting his weight from foot to foot.

Chan looked him concerned, he closed in on him and put his hand on his shoulder massaging him gently "Felix.. your last watch was 2 days ago."

What?

"What? No no! I was on watch this morning.." he shuttered. He was, wasn't he? He remembers it as it was this morning.

Chan didn't speak as he looked him. "Maybe you should rest either way" he concluded. "If you don't feel well or something, you can always -"

"No no.. I.. I am fine. Just tired I guess, I can do my shift if you have no one"

Jisung, much to his surprise, stepped up. Felix knew he didn't really like keeping watch as he felt paranoid so near the zombies. " I can do it, man. Go rest, you look like you need it" he lightly joked, showing his bunny teeth at him. Felix just looked at him. He looked tired as well, he looked tiny as well, outfit to big on him, a black hoodie jacket that he had thrown over his shoulders made him appear even smaller. He looked at him knowingly though, his eyes telling him that he was underestimating him and that he could see everything coming. As he looked at them, he found himself nodding. " Thanks, Sung" he said in the end.

The brunette smiled and made his way to Changbin to tell hima about the changes.

"Well I am going to sleep" Felix said as a goodbye to Chan that was still examinating him.

"Sweet Dreams Lix"

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Swoosh!

That fucking sound was making his head hurt. He tried to find where it came from, tried to ask the others if they heard it but nothing. And he wished that was where his worries ended. He was losing parts of his day. He remembered being with Jisung, Changbin and a few other survivors on the teach's office and the next thing he remembered was standing watch with Seungmin. He was worried something was wrong with him. Maybe he hit his head somewhere and he had amnesia. Surely he was way too young for Alzheimer? He shook his head as he willed himself to focus. He was keeping watch ..again.. with a random girl. He didn't know her name, he recognized just the short hair and the constant frown on her face. He turned to say to her that the shift was all good and over, when the door to the roof busted open. A panting mess of hair busted through the door and took deep breaths.

"Did you came all the way here to die? Speak girl!" demanded his partener, already annoyed with the girl that appeared.

Swoosh!

"Z-Zombies! They are trying to break t-through the main hall to our side!" She panted. They all looked each other for a beat and they all took off. Down the stairs they went, as they were running the screaming and shouting could be clearly heard. Felix reached first the scene. The doorway that connected their side of the school was being ripped apart by the constant banging of the zombies. Rotten flesh of grabbing hands and pale hazy eyes were seen through the crack. Several bodies were thrown against the door trying to hold it closed, but more and more grunts started to boom from the other side.

"It won't hold!" Minho shouted, his usual aloof attitude long gone by now. Sweat dripping down his face, eyes hoping from Chan back to the door.

" I have an idea! First of all quiet!!!! Second, can we find a broken desk? Any big flat surface will do! And nails!! Tape! Anything that can hold it up against the wall!" A determinated voice was heard across the hall.

Felix didn't immediately recognized the voice, but he rushed to find what was asked of them. The janitors closet. The first thought that came to mind. Wi th the longest stride he could master he flew up the stairs. He burst into the room and went straight to the drawer to the far right side. He placed them there himself, he quickly grabbed them, dropping a few in his haste and ran downstairs. When he touched the first floor, he saw several people dragging a broken desk to place it against the wall, some were carrying hammers, others duck tapes. He hurried through them to give Chan the screws he got.

"Chan! Here!" He panted. Chan blindly thrashed his hand out to him as he continued to shoulder the desk against the door. Felix grunted as he thrown himself into the work. With all his strength he brought the hammer down. He was too fucking weak, he thought. Now was not the time to think about working out. He grinded his teeth and he kept pounding down on the rusty nail After managing to nail the lower part of the desk he turned to see the rest of the project. With relief he saw the rest of the team slowly managed to kept it intact on the wooden door, the duck taping team took over once the grunts were no longer that instinct.

He blew out a big breath and slid down the wall. That was a crack away from certain death.

Swoosh!

He clicked his tongue, adjusted to the dreadful sound by now. " Fuck that" he murmured. Changbin and Jisung that had found their way to him agreed silently as they plummeted to the floor. A few girls were heaving next to them. Normally he would try and comfort them, but he found himself not carrying, even scoffing at them. He exchanged a look with Jisung and Changbin. They looked fine. We were all okay. He scanned the rest, except some crying, they were fine too. Another fucking day complete.

" Oi Felix! Changbin! Jisung! " The familiar voice of their leader called out to them.

"I guess the crisis is over and the chores must go on" joked the brunette boy.

"Can't we take a break first? I am hungry" he complained the bulky mess that was Changbin.

"Right? We can't catch a damn break around here" he joked, throwing his head back.

"Let's just get over it" Jisung signed, standing up.

"Yeah let's -Fuck! " He half shouted. A red long angry scratch was on his palm. The nails, he thought. He should dress that, the last thing he needed was an infection.

"Shit! You alright?" Changbin asked as he checked out his hand. He turned it over to check the angry mark that married his skin.

"Yeah some water and dressing and I will be as good as new" he concluded and made his way over to the mass of bodies that were carrying desks to further barricade themselves.

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Swoosh!

He was standing in the teach's office once again as the voting took place. After the whole incident it was revealed that the savior, that shouted the directions and gave the ultimate solution,had been the new girl. Hyunjin's crush or whatever. He had seen them several times in the dark hallways exchanging sweet nothings and catch them staring at each other lovingly. Guess she will be staying after all.

A pencil was going around and small pieces of paper was handed out to all the participants. He was patiently waiting for his turn even though he wanted nothing to do with it. He didn't really care for her. He just wanted to go to the room he shared with Changbin and Jisung and God knows who else and lay down. He was tired as if he was always standing up and moving around. He let out a long breath. Finally the damn pencil had reached him.Sobhe grabbed it and he wrote a yes, stay and handed the pencil to the next person. Now time to wait for the box to it reach him. Just his luck. As he waited he was played with the paper on his hands, he stilled.

A sudden though cane to mind.

He looked down .His palm. He remembered it stinging painfully just yesterday afternoon. Now his hand was callused,maybe a little dirty but unwouned.

Something was wrong...

Swoosh!

He blinked.

He is not on the teacher's office.

He was on the roof, perched in his usual spot.

He almost fell over.

No. No no no no. That was not happening. He was crazy. He finally lost it. A sob was trying to tear itself out of his throat. Tears sprung to his eyes.

"Hey guys! There was a change! we will take over your shift! You will take over the night one instead! Get some rest, we got it from here" a smiling Hyunjin announced. A small girl trailing behind him, greeting them shyly.

But Felix couldn't focus on them. He couldn't focus on his breathing as well. He was slipping. Almost like on autopilot he jumped from his high spot he clapped Hyunjin on the shoulder and said with a cheery voice he didn't recognized as his own at this point. "All yours mate!" And he went towards the stairs.He didn't understand ,his body was moving against his will, against all reason . His watch out mate followed him outside and closed the door behind them

Swoosh!

As soon as the door closed that damned sound followed and suddenly he was on the floor heaving. He couldn't breathe enough, the air felt suffocating. His eyes filled with tears and everything turned hazy.

"Felix!" A feminine voice shouted and suddenly arms supported him. She cradled him in her arms, shooting him the best she could. " Felix breath. Breath with me" she instructed. He couldn't,he just couldn't follow. The air was still not enough. The panick was filling his senses like a raging river.

Hands pushed back his black hair from his face gently and two cool palms were against his cheeks, the sensation grounding. He felt a little more there in the moment with her. Her voice reached him now more clearly.

"Look at me Felix.Please." He did what was asked of him. A pair of dark orbs was before him transfixed on his own lighter ones. " Are you with me? Blink for yes"

He looked at her for a moment before blinking slowly. " Good "she affirmed. "Breath for me"She caressed him gently. He breathed slowly, he holded and released.

"What's wrong Lix?"

He didn't answered immediately. Tears came once again in his eyes.

"I am going crazy"

She looked at him for a moment before asking" Why do you think you are going crazy?"

"I have been hearing things, I am missing days. I can't even control what I do anymore." He heaved.

"Shh shhhh. You are okay. You are okay Lix. Everything is going to be okay. The next scene is coming you are going to be alright then." She repeated

He sniffled slowly and relaxed against her. Her caressing and kind words mixed with his panic attack made him sleepy. He closed his eyes as she continued to soothe him.

"You are gonna be alright. It's just the shadow. You will forget. You are going to be alright."

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Swoosh!

Scenes were flashing before him.

Him, Chan and Minho running to get supplies from the near by stores , avoiding all the walkers.

Swoosh!

More swifts with Changbin and familiar but unfamiliar faces.

Swoosh!

Jisung and him laying on the classroom talking late into the night.

Swoosh!

Lunch at the teacher's office.

Swoosh!

Here he was again. On the roof along with Chan keeping watch. He felt weird. He keeps hearing weird sounds. One minute he stands in one place and the other he finds himself in the complete opposite direction. He keeps getting confused and losing the time. He found himself crying often , worried sick Did he really had amnesia? But that didn't explained the teleporting. In the midst of crying he always remembered cool hands and soft words being whispered against his hair, but he couldn't connect them to a face and he didn't remember what was the sweet words that brought comfort to him in his panic.

" Felix you alright?" Chan asked him bringing him out of the daydream that consumed him.

" Yeah.. just thinking" he answered as he faced the yard. The moon was making it seem way more creepy. It gave it that airy abounded feeling that didn't sit quite right with him.

"The watch is over,mate. Time to go" whispered the older male ,still looking at him with worry in his eyes. " Come on let's get some sleep"

"Go ahead without me Chan. I will sit here for a little longer " he said making himself more comfortable, even swinging his leg over the edge.

"..okay. If that's what you want. Good night Felix"he said making his way to the door. He stood there for half a moment and then closed the door behind him.

Felix stayed there and tried to make it make sense. Of course he couldn't, he tried for days now but nothing was logical at this point.

He signed as he stood up. Time for sleep.

He would make it make sense tomorrow. Or never. He made his way to the second floor slowly when he heard someone... singing?

"I got this feeling on the summer day when you were gone!" Loudly enough to alert him..and a handful of zombies that were surrounding them! What the fuck!!

He hurried after the sounds, jumping the steps two at the time to reach the ground floor

"I crashed my car into the bridge, I watched, I let it burn!!"

He fled down another pair of stairs when he finally reached his destination. The ground floor. He didn't need to scan the spacious room to spot it. A figure climbing out of the ground floor window all the while still singing.

"I don't care, I love it!

I don't care!"

He stood there astonished. What drugs were they on? But he didn't have the time to marvel, the figure was running away!

"Hey! What the fuck are you doing! Stop!" He shouted-whispered, hurrying after them. By the time he climbed out of the window the figure was walking to the nearest.. window!

"I don't care!"

He ran without catching his breath. He had to catch them before they made their way through the other window. "Wait!" He shouted as neared them.

"Got you!" He said as he managed to catch them. He turned them over and wide dark orbs was the first thing he noticed.

The figure, he suddenly noticed, was shorter than him. Long brunette tresses were flowing down her back, barely concealing the large headphones that were blasting a iconic pop song. Her eyes were dark, smart and once the shock faded, the had a playful glint in them. The bright red hoodie she wore swallowed her whole and made her stand out against the night. While he looked at her, she broke out in a big bright smile as if she had not a care in the world. And suddenly he remembered his owns.

He ripped the headphones from her head and was ready to curse her out to hell and back.

"Are you crazy? What the fuck are you doing! Trying to kill yourself and the whole fucking school in the process?!" He growled unable to calm his nerves and speak in a decent manner.

She just looked at him , smiling making his eyes twitch and a angry flush to appear in his freckled face. If he could he would be literally fuming in anger.

"I didn't expect someone following me" she shrugged.

"D-didn't" he was lost for words. He narrowed his eyes at her ,the cheery smile never leaving her. And then he grabbed her and started pulling her towards the window they just climbed out of. "Come on! Let's get the fuck out here!" He snapped.

"Oh come on Felix! It's not like anything is gonna happen!"

"You are delusional!"

"Felix we are in the shadow! Nothing is gonna happen! Come on let me go I have to check out something before the next scene" She giggled as she refused to be dragged to safety.

Shadow..? Scene..?

Why that rung a bell?

He stopped dragging her away and turned to her. "Shadow?" He asked

She titled her head, still smiling sweetly up at him."It's okay. Even if I tell you, you won't remember by the next scene"

"What do you mean?"

"Never mind, Felix. Never mind"

"No. You said something, you will explain"

"..Do you hear things Felix? Weird sounds? Do you lose your time sometimes? Do you not know faces, even though you should know them by heart? Teleporting?" She inquired , stepping closer to him.

Eyes blown wide, mouth half open , he just stared at her.

"When you remember this conversation after a scene, Lixie. Come and find me, I will explain everything then" she said giggling

"Until then" she said her tone light " show time, Lixie"

Swoosh!

"I really like her guys.. I just don't know if I should tell them. I mean.. it's all too much for her right now. It's a new environment, new rules I don't think I should burden her like that" he exhaled, hiding his face in his hands. All the other guys listened to him and laughed silently. The saw how they looked each other, how they lingered.

"Don't worry Jinnie" Chan assured him."You won't be pressuring no one. She looks at you with stars in her eyes, mate" he laughed.

"You really think so?" Hyunjin asked hopefully.

" Yeah! Go and get her!" The leader grinned.

They all followed his example, cheering him on. And poking fun at his embarrassed state.

Swoosh!

The smile fell from his face. He jumped down from the desk he was sitting on and made his way to the door.

"Hey!Lixie!!" A voice rung behind him. He turned and saw Changbin jogging to catch up with him. He nugged him lightly with his shoulder. " What's up man? You look like .. you have been thinking a lot" he traded carefully

"Yeah you could say that.." Except his situation remaining the same for weeks and weeks now, he was sure he had something to do. Something that he must remember. "Don't fret mate. I will come around when it's all cleared up"

"You seemed a little cold towards the guys earlier"he implied

"I am not that close with all of them. Just you and Jisung" he replied evenly.

"While I am extremely flattered and I know I am irresistible" he poked fun while shutting his lashes at him "I was wondering if maybe you wanted to get a certain something off your chest"

"A certain something?"

"You know.. if you are a little... jealous because things are going well with Hyunjin and his girl.. it's okay" he ranted, fumbling to form a sentence.

"Jealous? Me?" He quoted, pointing to himself. He cocked his head to the side and wondered when he had gotten lost.

"Yeah, I saw Y/N looking at you lately"

"..Y/N?"

" You know, about this tall" he explained bringing his hand to the top of his head with a grimace,that had Felix suppressing a smile "brunette, dark eyes, permanent frown? She has been watching at you for days now."

"I don't know."

Changbin stared at him weirdly. "Okay. If you want something, I am here"

"Thanks Bin" Felix signed, half hugging his and going on his merry way.

The only thing he won't be getting into is girl trouble. He would be leaving all that to Hyunjin, be though as he recalled his embarrassing state in the classroom. He strolled through the halls aimlessly. The sun was going down at this point, everything was showered in a golden hue that was creating a melancholic vibe. He enjoyed walking around, as if he was taking a stroll before leaving the school like any normal student would do. He was looking through the large windows and letting his mind wander, when a figure caught his attention. There, by the small garden outside, was a lone figure lazing around in the sun , flipping a book. Dark hair spread around her , body totally relaxed like her life was not in danger.

What the fuck she was doing? Was she trying to kill herself and everything in this fucking school? She-

He paused, a strong feeling of deja Vu coming to him. He recalled moonlight, a girl with a red hoodie and big headphones.. Shadows and scenes, along with vivids memories of him breaking apart in this girls hands.. cool hands caressing him , warm words comforting him...and he suddenly he took off.

He was running against all reason, heading outside to the unfamiliar girl that he knew.

Heading towards to the answers he craved, towards the proof that he was not crazy after all..

He finally reached her form that laid to the grass. Arms spread and eyes closed ,she looks the epitome of calmness. With her eyes closed ,she smiled and breathed out "Hey Lixie"

"You own me an explaination" he pointed out , towering over her.

Her playful, onyx eyes opened and peeped up at him. "So ...you remember now?" She wondered as she stretched.

"Some.Some I don't" He confessed.

She patted the space next to her. He lowered himself next to her, not taking his eyes off of her. " Explain now"

" Wow! You are so aggressive in the shadow!"she cheered

He didn't answered.

She mumbled something under her breath.

"Lee Felix.. you are a character in a comic book. Congrats" she stated inanimate ,but the cheery grin was still on her face... as if she didn't turn his whole world up on his head.

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Day 3 -Birthday/Jealousy

I finished writing this from my phone and am posting from my phone for @sihjrweek because while I was working on this my laptop starting smoking and then died :)

Takano Masamune supposed that luck and misfortune really were two sides of the same coin because while he felt quite happy to be leaving his apartment at the same time as Onodera RItsu, it was clear from the look on Ritsu’s face that his neighbor did not feel the same.

“Good morning.” Masamune said as they headed toward the elevator together.

Ritsu eyed him for just a moment, hesitantly walking beside him. “Good morning…”

“Did you eat breakfast today?” Masamune asked as he hit the elevator button.

“Yes.” Ritsu scowled, not appreciating immediately being interrogated.

“Just coffee is not breakfast.”

“I had breakfast!” Ritsu insisted.

“Sh, some people in this building are still trying to sleep.” Masamune scolded, mostly just to annoy Ritsu and not because he was genuinely concerned for their neighbors sleep cycles.

However, Ritsu’s actual need to be considerate and polite overpowered his instinct to yell at Masamune, meaning he ended up rolling his eyes when he thought Masamune wasn’t looking. There was a soft ding and the elevator doors slid open, both of them stepping in.

Masamune yawned, leaning against the wall as they started descending. Of course, he couldn’t help but to notice the way Ritsu’s eyes kept flicking over to him nervously. That wasn’t new, but it seemed to be at a higher rate today. Was something on Ritsu’s mind? Before Masamune could ask, Ritsu’s phone went off. It made the younger man jump a bit before he answered.

Masamune didn’t try to eavesdrop, but it was unavoidable to hear Ritsu’s side of the conversation, which seemed to mostly just consist of ‘thank you’s to his parents. Ah, his mother must have called again and recruited his father into it this time around. Masamune wasn’t entirely sure what Ritsu could be thanking them for, though.

“Yes, yes…um, I don’t know, I haven’t made any kinds of plans yet,” Ritsu’s eyes once again flitted toward Masamune and Masamune pretended not to notice, “but please don’t set up anything for me, I’ll probably be too tired after work anyway.” He added quickly, becoming quiet for a few moments and Masamune couldn’t make out much from the phone, but he definitely heard Anchan come from Ritsu’s mother.

Masamune tried not to scowl or roll his eyes. An was a…nice girl. She was fine. But the fact that Ritsu’s parents still seemed to think that Ritsu was going to marry her was more than a little irksome.

Well, that’s one way to put me in a bad mood quickly, Masamune thought to himself as Ritsu pleaded his mother not to bother An with ‘that kind of thing’ which didn’t help Masamune’s jealous imagination.

Maybe she’s trying to set them up to spend tomorrow together, Masamune thought, standing a little straighter. Tomorrow was Ritsu’s birthday, after all, so of course Ritsu should spend it with his ‘fiance’, at least that’s what Masamune assumed mama Onodera’s logic was. However, Masamune intended on spending that time with Ritsu and nothing was going to stand in his way.

God, I feel like it snuck up so fast, Masamune thought, but that was likely due to the whirlwind, high-stress environment that was their everyday job. Not that Masamune wasn’t prepared. He had a cake for them to share, drinks, and a gift in his apartment.

He just may have forgotten the detail of actually inviting Ritsu over to his place.

Of course, that was going to be remedied the second that Ritsu hung up the phone, which seemed to be happening soon as the elevator dinged once more and the two of them were let out on the ground floor. Ritsu said several goodbyes before he was finally able to hang up.

“Do you have any plans for tomorrow?” Masamune asked as they left the building together and started heading toward the train station.

“...Tomorrow?” Ritsu echoed, blinking at Masamune in confusion. "Not today?"

“Yeah.” Masamune said. Was something about his question not clear or was Ritsu still half asleep?

“...No?” Ritsu said, furrowing his eyebrows a bit and frowning

“Good, keep it that way. You’re coming over to my place tomorrow after work.” Masamune said.

“Y-You can’t just decide that!” Ritsu immediately argued.

“I already did.”

“W-Why tomorrow anyway?” Ritsu asked. “Are…are you b-busy t-tonight or something?” He continued, refusing to look at Masamune as he spoke.

Masamune raised an eyebrow at that question. “I’d love to spend every single night with you, but I’m planning on staying at the office later tonight, trying to get ahead on some work.” He said, so that I don’t have to worry about it on your birthday, idiot.

“Oh.” Ritsu said a little too quietly for Masamune’s liking.

Before Masamune could ask what that ‘oh’ was supposed to mean, Ritsu’s phone went off again. They continued to walk to the train station together, Ritsu apparently talking to an aunt and uncle of his, expressing his gratitude and thanking them with a smile as they spoke animatedly over the phone. The sounds of both foot and regular traffic echoing on their way to the station was enough to keep their words muffled from Masamune.

Masamune couldn’t help but to feel a little petty, wishing that Ritsu would cut the conversation short. He enjoyed commuting to work with Ritsu; it meant a little extra time with the man that he loved outside of the office. How was Masamune supposed to subtly flirt and embarrass him in public if Ritsu was on the phone? Ritsu wasn’t even looking at Masamune!

Annoying, Masamune thought, staring at the device in Ritsu’s hand and cursing the creator of the first phone for putting him in the position of being ignored by his favorite person. Hopefully it wouldn’t continue to be a distraction.

The phone, in fact, continued to be a distraction. Throughout the workday it pinged with messages and rang with calls, making Ritsu flush with apology as he inevitably silenced it.

It irritated Masamune to hell and back, not only because of the sound, but because since when was Ritsu so damn popular? Just who the hell was hitting up Masamune’s (soon-to-be) boyfriend so much?!

“Seems like someone really wants your attention, Richan.” Kisa teased with a laugh as Ritsu rushed to put his phone away after he finally silenced it.

“N-No, it’s nothing like that!” Ritsu denied frantically.

“Aw, come on, who is it? You never tell us anything!” Kisa complained. “I’m starting to think you don’t like us.” He added with a pout.

“What? That’s not true at all! And like I said, it’s not like that-it’s not just one person.”

“Oh, Richan! I had no idea you were such a player!”

“What?! No! You’ve got it completely wrong!”

“I don’t knoooow, you denying it just makes it look worse.” Kisa grinned.

“Really! It’s mostly family, they’re just telling me ha-”

“Kisa, stop distracting the noob! Onodera, stop falling for his bait! Both of you get back to work!” Masamune ordered, irritated with their bickering.

Kisa said an insincere and far too cheerful apology while Ritsu mumbled out something that might have been ‘yes, sir’ before they both focused on their work once again.

Hopefully that’s the last of Kisa teasing Ritsu for a while, otherwise this is going to be a long day, Masamune thought with a quiet sigh, but at least now I know it's his family that’s been blowing up his phone and not that Nao asshole or something. I wonder why his family keeps getting into contact with him today. I hope everything’s okay. If there was an emergency I’m sure he would tell me that he had to leave right away.

Masamune looked away from his work, planning on observing and assessing Ritsu to see if he seemed extra distressed today, but he ended up meeting Ritsu’s eyes. Ritsu jumped a little at being caught staring before looking away quickly and practically trying to faceplant himself into his work - as if that would make Masamune forget how Ritsu had been staring at him.

Now, in any other context, Masamune might have felt flattered, happy, even excited or smug at catching Ritsu staring at him.

But why had Ritsu looked so sad?

“Good work today everyone, see you guys tomorrow!” Kisa beamed, getting ready to leave. Mino had already left, but Ritsu, Masamune, and Hatori were still hard at work.

“Ah, Kisa-san, is it okay if I walk you out? I actually have something I want to discuss with you.” Ritsu said, standing.

“Sure!” Kisa said, a little surprised by the request, but not displeased. Ritsu assured the other two men he’d be right back before he started to leave with Kisa. “Is everything okay, Richan?” Kisa asked as they started to walk toward the elevator, Kisa perhaps purposefully going a little slower than usual.

“Yes, everything’s fine, it’s um…honestly it’s silly and really embarrassing to ask about…” Ritsu admitted.

“Aw, come on, we’re friends! There’s no need to be embarrassed about anything.” Kisa assured.

“Right, well…” Ritsu took a deep breath. “What if…there’s a person who says they like you - says they l-love you even and they - um - they forget your birthday?”

“Oh my god, is it your birthday today?! Did you tell me that, did I know that, was I supposed to know that?” Kisa asked.

“No! I mean - yes - today is my birthday, but I don’t think I ever told you that?” Ritsu said. “A-Anyways, um, what do you think that means?” He asked.

“Wait, did you say that someone loves you? So you do have an admirer?!”

“I shouldn’t have said anything, please just forget I asked!”

“WAIT and this bastard forgot your birthday?!”

“Good night Kisa-san, please have a safe trip home!”

“Don’t you let this person off easy, Richan, if they really love you then they better make it up to you!” Kisa huffed.

“Good night!” Ritsu repeated, quickly retreating from the conversation. That had been a bad decision in the very long line of bad decisions that was Onodera Ritsu’s life.

“They’re not good for you if they don’t prioritize you!” Kisa called after him and Ritsu decided to pretend like Kisa didn’t exist for the sake of his own sanity.

I don’t know why I thought that was a good idea, Ritsu thought as he entered Emerald and got seated back at his desk.

“Everything okay?” Hatori asked.

“Yes. Sorry about that, it’s sorted now.” He said to Hatori with a slightly tense smile before throwing himself back into his work.

Right, his work. Ritsu should just focus on his work! Today might be his birthday, but it was still like any other work day. He couldn’t do anything subpar just because today was supposed to be ‘special’. And so what if Masamune hadn’t said happy birthday to him? Ritsu didn’t want him to! Ritsu didn’t want any kind of birthday celebration with him whatsoever. Ritsu should be grateful that he got so many kind messages from family and friends, especially at his age when birthdays start to matter less and less.

It’s not that big of a deal that he forgot… Ritsu tried to tell himself. Besides, my birthday isn’t even over yet! There’s still time for him to say something…not that I care…at all…

Ritsu couldn’t even convincingly lie to himself. This whole debacle had him feeling like he was in high school again trying to decipher his Senpai’s feelings. Masamune said he loved him, yes, said it maybe a little too often in fact, but how serious was that declaration? Was it not serious enough to memorize one little date and say happy birthday when that date rolled around?

Maybe he’ll say something when Hatori leaves. Maybe I’ll stick around since he said that he’d be working late tonight, Ritsu thought. Ugh, I’m so selfish. I keep pushing him away, but want him to wish me a happy birthday anyway. How pathetic is that? His mind added miserably. Okay, enough moping, Ritsu told himself as if that would make a difference, sitting up straight, let’s get some work done!

Masamune would definitely say something before Ritsu left to go home.

Right?

“Onodera, you should head out.” Masamune said. Hatori had left a little while ago, leaving just Ritsu and Masamune in the office and while Masamune liked it being just the two of them, he didn’t want Ritsu to exhaust himself before tomorrow. It wasn’t like Masamune had anything crazy planned, but he didn’t want Ritsu to be dead on his feet while Masamune was trying to celebrate with him.

Ritsu looked over at Masamune and stared, understandably shocked that Masamune was trying to shoo him away. “Um-but I-” He started to protest, fumbling over his words as he struggled to gather his thoughts and actually come up with a coherent argument as to why he should stay behind.

“I don’t want you to wait up for me and end up fainting. Again.” Masamune said.

Ritsu frowned at that. “I’m just fine, Takano-san.”

“You did good work today, go home and relax. I don’t want you to be too tired tomorrow.” Masamune said.

“Tomorrow?”

“Yeah, we’re spending tomorrow after work together. Don’t tell me you already forgot.” Masamune said.

Ritsu didn’t say anything, just quietly and slowly started to gather his things before standing. He was then very still as he watched Masamune for a few moments, not moving to leave, but not speaking either.

“Is something wrong?” Masamune asked when he realized that Ritsu was just standing and staring.

“No-uh-I guess…I’ll just be leaving then…”

“I’ll see you tomorrow. Get home safe.” Masamune said.

Ritsu still didn’t move yet. “Is there…a-anything else you want to say to me?”

Masamune frowned at that question. “No? Is there something you want to say to me?” He asked. “Actually, now that you say that, I’ve been meaning to ask if you’re alright. You’ve been acting a little off today.” He said.

Ritsu seemed to carefully weigh Masamune’s words before he stood a little straighter. “I’m fine. You know what? I actually meant to tell you that I just remembered that I do have plans tomorrow, so I won’t be able to spend time with you. Good night, Takano-san!” He snapped before storming out, suddenly much angrier than Masamune had seen him all day.

“Wha-Onodera!” Masamune called after him, standing and following. “What the hell is going on with you?” He asked, feeling blindsided by the small outburst.

“You not knowing is the entire problem.” Ritsu said cryptically, making Masamune frown.

“How am I supposed to know if you don’t tell me?”

“You are supposed to know.” Ritsu said, walking faster as if that would make Masamune give up. Briefly, Ritsu was grateful for the fact that most employees had cleared out by now and weren’t witnessing Masamune chase Ritsu down desperately.

“How?” Masamune reiterated as they stopped in front of the elevator and Ritsu pressed the down button aggressively, ignoring him. “Ritsu, look at me, talk to me, what have I done to make you so upset? Please just tell me so I can fix it.”

“I shouldn’t have to tell you.” Ritsu said.

“I’m a lot of things Ritsu, but a mind reader is not one of them. I’m not gonna play these stupid games with you.” Masamune said, getting frustrated at Ritsu’s unwillingness to communicate.

“It is stupid.” Ritsu said with a sad laugh. “It’s stupid and childish, but you’re supposed to know.” He added, starting to struggle to choke out his words. “You’re supposed to know because you love me.”

Masamune stared with his mouth slightly agape, for once at a loss for words. He started to shake his head as he tried to grasp for even the smallest bit of understanding as to what Ritsu could possibly be talking about. "I don't understand."

The doors to the elevator opened and Ritsu stepped in, but Masamune kept them open with his arm. "I'm not letting you leave without talking about this."

Ritsu's anger suddenly seemed as though it had burnt right through him, leaving him tired and defeated as his shoulders slumped. "I really want to go home Takano-san."

"You're running away again."

"No-I'm not-it isn't like that." Ritsu assured. "Please, I just want this day to be over. We can talk tomorrow." He offered.

Masamune couldn't help but to smile bitterly. "Your schedule suddenly clear again?"

"Good night, Takano-san." Ritsu said.

Masamune didn't move yet, staring Ritsu down and waiting for him to inevitably give in like he always did, but Ritsu refused to meet his eye.

"Tomorrow. Before work I'm marching over to your place and we're talking so be up bright and early." Masamune said sternly before he finally stopped blocking the elevator doors.

Even as they started to close, Masamune continued to stare at Ritsu and Ritsu continued to stare at his own feet.

The second Masamune’s brain could register sunlight the next morning he was in front of Ritsu's door and knocking insistently.

It took a few minutes, but eventually it creaked open with a very unhappy looking Ritsu standing behind it.

"I told you I would be here early." Masamune said before Ritsu could get in a breath to complain. "Can I come in?" He asked.

"I don't think that'll be necessary." Ritsu said. "This shouldn't take very long." He added. "Do you know what yesterday's date was?"

"Yesterday's date?" Masamune repeated. What the hell was Ritsu going on about?

"Yes. Do you know what yesterday's date was?"

Masamune couldn't believe this was how the conversation was starting, but he supposed it was better than having no conversation at all. "The 26th. Happy birthday today, by the way, I'm sure this isn't how you wanted to start it, but you insisted on waiting to talk." He answered, crossing his arms.

"Are you joking?"

"About what?" Masamune asked, starting to get frustrated. "If anyone is messing with someone here, you're definitely messing with me."

"Takano-san. Yesterday was the 27th."

…

No.

No, no, no, no, no-

That couldn't be right, yesterday was the 26th of March, today was Ritsu's birthday, today was the 27th of March, Masamune didn't miss Ritsu's birthday, Masamune didn't miss the chance to celebrate with his one and only love-

Masamune rushed to take his phone out of his pocket and checked his calender, a big fat '28th' staring him in the face.

"Fuck me, are you fucking kidding me?!"

"Takano-san, not so loud, there are people still sleeping!"

"I'm so sorry." Masamune said, ignoring the scolding completely. "I'm so, so sorry Ritsu - I forgot your birthday - except I didn't forget I'm just a huge fucking moron!" He groaned.

"I-It’s really not that big a deal…" Ritsu tried to say, suddenly feeling very silly for his behavior yesterday.

"Of course it is, it's another birthday that I didn't get to spend with you, and it's all because I'm fucking stupid." Masamune said miserably. "God, what is wrong with me? No wonder your phone was going crazy, all the people who care about you AND who know how to check their fucking calender were wishing you a happy birthday. God damn it. God fucking damn it!"

"Get inside before people start to become concerned, you're making a scene!" Ritsu said, grabbing Masamune by the wrist and pulling him into his apartment before shutting the door.

"I didn't forget Ritsu, I really didn't. I have stuff over at my place to celebrate, that's why I asked you to keep your evening free today because I thought-" Masamune cut himself off with a frustrated groan. "I'm so stupid. This is why you were upset with me yesterday, right? Or have I done something else extremely idiotic recently?"

"Recently? Just this." Ritsu said, trying not to sound too amused and failing.

"You're enjoying my suffering."

"A little bit." Ritsu admitted. "Now that you're not screaming in the hallway, its a little funny to hear the demon editor in chief call himself an idiot so many times."

Masamune scoffed a bit, mostly at himself, still in disbelief. "Consider it a late birthday present: my full admission that I'm the biggest fucking moron on planet Earth."

Ritsu smiled just a little. "But, um, i-it was silly of me to get upset anyway." He added, starting to turn red. "I mean - I'm an adult so birthdays aren't that big of a deal to begin with and there's no reason for you to remember it…"

"Of course there is. You said so yourself yesterday: I should know because I love you." Masamune said. "And I do love you. So, so much." He added, taking Ritsu’s hands in his and holding them tightly.

Ritsu blushed even brighter, staring down at their clasped hands. "Well…I-I can still come over tonight. I-It’s not like I celebrated my birthday with anyone yesterday, so…" He swallowed hard, slowly dragging his eyes up to meet Masamune’s.

Instead of responding, Masamune leaned in to kiss Ritsu softly.

"Good morning, Richan!" Kisa said brightly as he sat beside his coworker. "Any updates on what we talked about yesterday?" He asked, always endlessly curious about Ritsu's love life.

Ritsu turned just a hint of pink. "Um, it ended up just being a misunderstanding." He said dismissively.

"Well, I'm glad it worked out in the end." Kisa said. "You guys, did you know it was Richan's birthday yesterday? And he wasn't gonna say anything!" Kisa announced to his other coworkers.

"Kisa-san…" Ritsu said in complaint.

"Happy late birthday Onodera-kun!" Mino said cheerfully.

"Happy late birthday. Did you celebrate after work yesterday?" Hatori asked. "We could've all gone for drinks."

"Oh, no, I really wasn't feeling up to it anyway, but um-I-I have plans tonight." Ritsu said, unable to help the way his face burned.

"Oooh, what kind of plans Richan? Whatchya look so shy for~? Could it have to do with that person?" Kisa pressed.

"Kisa-san, please…" Ritsu was not above begging so that they could move away from this topic.

"Stop harassing Onodera and get to work." Masamune said plainly.

"I didn't hear you wish Richan happy birthday, Takano-san." Kisa pouted.

Masamune sighed at Kisa's petulant behavior before looking at Ritsu.

"Happy late birthday, Onodera. I'm sure that next year we'll all make sure to say it on time."

#misscorn #sekaiichi hatsukoi #onodera ritsu #takano masamune #writing #day 3 2022 #my writing #sihjrweek #lol #i didnt edit this a bunch bc again my laptop caught on minifire LOL

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