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babygirl097 · 5 months ago

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Bayverse!Raph x reader

Shredders first attack on New York. No one knew who took him down, but what happens when a local photographer was able to snap a picture before the true hero's were able to make it into the sewer.

Part 4 of 4

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"What the hell is coming through?" I asked

"Kraang" Donnie replied

"What is a kraang?" I panicked

"Well lets just say a very bad guy who is teleporting a very bad weapon here to destroy everything" Donnie said

"Well what are we waiting for?" Raph asked

"We cant just go out there, everyone will see us" Mikey said

"We have the serum" Leo replied

"Well be human on the outside, but the same on the inside" Donnie said

"I'll follow you" Leo replied

He passed the bottle to Raph, I glanced at him.

"Its up to you big guy" I whisper

He contemplated, lifting the bottle and throwing it at the wall.

I smile, "thats my red"

Raph and I have talked a lot about how he felt. Many late night conversations about how he wanted to fit in.

*flash back*

Sitting with Raph on his bed while he cleans his twin sai and I make us friendship bracelets.

"Do you ever wish, I don't know me and my brothers were human? So we could go out and do human things with you?" He asked

"No, honestly. ·sigh· Raph, I like how different this world is with you being you. For the first time in my entire life I'm actually happy. You remember the picture I took of you boys? Do you know how much I had wanted to meet you because you were different? You were unique and you all look absolutely perfect the way you do. There isn't a single scale I would change about any of you. Plus what we're doing now seems pretty natural. You, cleaning weapons while I finish our bracelets. I like this, I like how normal this feels. Plus who else is gonna bench press me? Who else can take me on late night roof top adventures? No boring man out there in this entire world would do one single thing you or your brothers have done for me. I love you just the way you are" I said

"Oh, you love me huh?" He smirked

"Oh shut it!" I laugh

Tying the bracelets off, "here red, lets see if it fits"

Gently Placing it on his wrist, black beads mixed with a deep red, a single sai jem hanging from both, "see, now me match"

"Yeah, the perfect match" he whispered

*end of flash back*

"C'mon boys, let go" Raph said with a smirk

As they head out Raph rushes back to me, grabbing my waist and pulling me into a deep kiss

"stay here okay? I'll be back to get you" he whispered

"Be safe, please" I whisper, pecking his lip a couple more times

"I'm always safe, princess" he winked

"Wait, how are you going to go out there?" I asked

"We have to convince the cops to help" he said

"Let me help please, I can help" I plead

He contemplated, "Fine, but as soon as its done you find somewhere safe okay? Closest entryway to the lair you go" he stated

Heading out and being surrounded by cops pointing guns at us, "hey, hey! Their the good guys!" I said

Standing in front of the boys as if I were some human shield.

April, Casey and that Vern dude there to help.

"How do we know that?" The woman asked, head of police maybe?

"Because the red one is my-" I pause looking at Raph

"Her boyfriend" he said with a smirk

"Your what?!" Casey shouted

"Oh shut up! Now's not the time" I said

"Their the hero's, they helped with shredder the first time" I explained

"Hey, falcon tell them" I glared

"Tell them what?" He asked, Raph cracked his knuckles

"Oh, huh that. Well you see they did stop him. I mean I helped but yeah they um they did" he explained

"Their the heros,the good guys. Not some monsters. Their out here doing your job" I said with a scowl

Raph grabbed my arm, "babe, we need their help, I know their dicks but we can gossip about them later" he whispered

Rolling my eyes, "please, help them stop this. Their the only ones who can" I begged

Finally, they agreed to help them.

"Alright, lets go" the chief said

The boys heading to the van, "you come back to me Raphael or I swear I will beat you up" I said, tears brimming my eyes

"I'll always come back to you princess" he smiled, pulling me into a long kiss

"Okay, when this is done we are absolutely talking about this" Casey said

"Yeah, yeah go save the world loser" I laughed

Watching them head off, taking a deep breath.

Rushing back to the lair, being met with Splinter

"So you and my son" he started

I blushed, "um, yes it new"

"I'm happy for you, I'm glad he has found someone who understands him. Now let me tell you some stories of when he was young" he said

*time skip*

After hearing tons of stories I'm sure Raph wouldn't be happy to hear I know, master splinter headed off to meditate and I wandered into Raph's room. Plopping on the bed, taking a deep breath. "Their okay, their okay" I whisper to myself

I decided to pass time by cleaning, I start with little things in Raph's room and move into the kitchen, then the living room.

Half way through the living room the boys run back in, "we did it!!" Mikey yelled

The boys coming to a halt in front of me, "are you cleaning?" Leo asked

"Oh, um I was bored and I just, when I get nervous my body needs to keep moving and it was getting late and I was worried so um yeah" I mumbled

"This place hasn't been cleaned in, well, forever" donnie said

"And we thank you for that" Leo said

"Yeah, come on princess I have some new stories" Raph said

Him and I walking to his room, "I'm glad your back home" I whisper

Making it to his room, he shuts the door and latches onto me.

"I'm home, I'm home with you" he whispers.

"Are you okay? Did you get hurt?" I asked

"Nothin this shell cant handle baby" he smirked

"We have to meet with the chief later something about a thank you or whatever, I want you to go as my plus one" he said

"Oh come on, red what was that little talk we had when we first met?" I teased

He rolled his eyes with a huff, "please"

"Yes, of course I'll come" I said

"Y/N L/N where are you!" I heard Casey shout

"Uh oh, someones in trouble" Raph teased

"Oh, be quiet" i laughed

We walked out into the living room, "can i help you?" I asked when I walked to Casey Raph not far behind, and soon a crowd of 3 turtles formed

"Ooo this is going to be good" Mikey said

I shot his a playful glare, "yes, Casey?" I smiled sweetly

"What's this? What's happening?" He asked pointing between me and Raph

"You heard him, my boyfriend. Which reminds me he never asked but thats a different conversation" I said

"I- what? Never mind, and you were planning on telling me when?" He said, hands on hips like a mother scolding her child

"Sorry, dad. The world wasn't just about to end or anything" I sassed

"Plus you should be happy I'm with someone who literally just saved the world" I followed

"Ugh, your so difficult" he groaned

"Fine I'm happy but no funny business, you understand? PG-13 when I'm around or E for everyone okay?" He scolded

I scoffed, "dude, we lived together and all those nights I lost sleep and gained trauma because of you, really?" I said

"Hey, don't change the subject" he exclaimed

"Fine, whatever" I said

He nodded, "okay then"

"You feel better now?" Raph asked

"So much better" Casey said letting out a breath

"Alright, we have an event to attend lets go" Leo said

After getting ready and heading out we made it, the boys received a key to new york.

Making sure I snap some pictures of them for splinters recent photo album I made him.

"Y'know everyone could know who you are. They would accept you" the chief said

"No I think we're better off in the shadows. If you need us you know who to call" Leo said

After the ceremony, Raph and his brothers went up the statue of liberty, seeing the joy and happiness, I captured one more picture.

*time skip* after the boys and I headed to the lair, Raph asked to take me out on an official date.

Blindfolded, clinging to his shell. "Just a little further" he said

Finally we stopped, felling a nice breeze. He set me down and slowly removed the blindfold.

The whole view of New York.

I gasped, "Raph it's-it's beautiful"

Looking down he had a whole picnic set up.

"Lets sit" he said guiding me down

"Look, i know our time has been short together but I trust you and I have strong feeling like I've never felt b'fore and I just I wanna tell you your important to me and I'm so glad ya came into my life. I wanna ask, will ya be my girlfriend? Officially?" He asked

"Yes! Yes of course I will" I shouted

Bringing him into a tight hug, placing kisses all over his face and finally a long drawn out one on his lips.

"My princess"

"My Red"

*time skip, 3 years later"

Nothing big has happened these past couple of years. The boys have their fair share of lowlife criminals to stop. No more attacks and such which I'm thankful for.

Today was a big day, my wedding day.

A small ceremony held on a piece of land overlooking new York late at night, just our family and a few friends.

Mikey, Leo, Donnie, April, Casey, splinter and Vern.

April as my bridesmaid and the boys as Raphs.

"Look at you cuz, all grown up"Casey said with glassy eyes

"Don't cry or I'll cry" I said laughing, my eyes watering

"You ready?" He asked

"I'm ready"

Looking our arms, he walked me down the white carpet isle.

One step at a time, closer and closer to my future.

As I made it to him, I saw tears falling down his face. Wiping them off, "hey red"

"Hey princess" he whispered

Splinter cleared his throat, "Our dearly beloved we are gathered here today, to celebrate love. To celebrate two beautiful souls merging into one. My dear boy Raph and his soulmate Y/N. Love has no boundaries, love sees no path but pure and true. I see bright futures for the both of you to have together, I see love, peace and wisdom. Hopefully grandchildren but that's for a different time" he stated

"Now, for your vows"

"Y/N, ever since meeting you I knew we would be close. The way you stood up to me and showed just how strong you are. Now, getting to spend the rest of my life with you, have a dream I never in a million years thought would come true but here I am the woman I love, here before me about to become my wife. There has never been a greater gift than this. I love you" Raph said, a few more tears shedding.

"Raph, my whole life I've looked for a purpose. A reason for myself and my reason is you. To love you, to support you, to be here and cherish everything you do. You have always been my rock, you always know how to make me the happiest girl alive. These past 3 years have been crazy but I would rather pick crazy then anything else. You are my world, my light. My Red. I have been given the best opportunity and that is to be your wife. I love you more then words, my love for you can never be measured. You Raph, your my hero" I said

"I now pronounce you, husband and wife. You may kiss your bride son" Splinter said

Raph pulled me into a deep wonderful kiss, a kiss that meant we were one.

Our new life, as husband and wife.

Forever bonded by true love.

Forever and always, love so bright. Love in the color of RED.

#tmnt 2018 #tmnt bayverse #tmnt 2016 #tmnt #bayverse raph x reader #bayverse raphael #bayverse tmnt

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invisibleraven · 1 year ago

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'things you interrupted me to say' just has PeterPatterLina vibes to me

"Just had to goad the bad guy didn't you Luke?" Julie grumbled as she flexed her hands in the handcuffs binding them to their chairs.

"He was wrong about later period Impressionism and he had to be taught," Luke replied.

"So not the point," Julie sighed. "Do you happen to have your picks within reach?"

"In my other suit, sorry," Luke replied. "You got a bobby pin hidden in those curls?"

"Unfortunately not."

"Guys?"

"How long do you think it'll be before he comes back to gloat about his plan going off under the FBI's nose?" Luke mused.

"You think he's coming back?" Julie snarked. "I know you're only a consultant, but you know as well as I do the bad guys usually don't come back to monologue."

"Guys!"

"I mean, yeah, but this guys just has that aura you know?" Luke said. "Total attention seeker. Why else would he have a life sized portrat of himself in the lobby?"

"That was a tad gauche wasn't it?" Julie asked, wrinkling her nose.

"GUYS!"

Luke winced as his earpiece almost blew out and then lit up. "Reg!"

"Wait, do you still have your earpiece?" Julie asked. "We could have radioed for help ages ago!"

"Sorry, it lost reception when we went underground and I guess designing it like a hearing aid made them less likely to take it," Luke replied. "Yay for bad guys who aren't ableist dicks."

"Can you two stop your banter for one moment and talk to me please?" Reggie said with a sigh. "I swear this is the last time I take van duty when you guys are on a case."

"Reg says it's our own fault we got caught because we didn't bring him,: Luke said smugly then winced when Reggie sent a blast of feedback down the line.. "So I paraphrased. A bit."

"I mean at least Reggie doesn't backtalk the bad guys unless they insult Star Wars or Dolly," Julie said good naturedly. "Does he have a fix on our location and a plan to get us out of here?"

"Reg?" Luke asked. "You got a plan in that big sexy brain of yours?"

"Of course I do," Reggie replied. "Look, there is a pick sewn into the lining of your shirt, find it and get yourselves free."

"I really need to learn how to do that," Julie said as she rubbed her wrists once Luke snapped the handcuffs off. "What does our genius boyfriend want us to do next?"

"Well he says the door is probably guarded and they took your gun," Luke said. "No windows, and no grates."

"I can hear a boat horn nearby," Julie said. "And gulls, so we're near a pier."

"Concrete is standard, but the paint on it is new," Luke commented.

"I've got agents who are converging on you, so sit tight," Reggie stated. "Good thing I put a tracker in Luke's earpiece."

"You did what now?" Luke questioned.

"I put one in Julie's too, but they smashed hers, so I guess I'll have to make a new one," Reggie replied.

"Did you know he was tracking us?" Luke asked Julie.

She shrugged. "It makes sense. I'm an FBI agent, you are a criminal working with the bureau under probation. We do tend to get into trouble quite a lot, Makes sense to me."

"I am wearing a literal ankle monitor!" Luke protested, waving his foot...which had the bracelet removed. "Well I was!"

"Yeah, but we have to take it off for so many ops and bad guys toss it to avoid getting tacked when we don't, this seemed easier. And easier to replace," Reggie replied.

"Before you ask, no this doesn't mean you can go without the ankle monitor," Julie stated before Luke could even form the question.

Luke pouted, but he knew that this was the deal. He helped solve a bunch of white collar crimes, he avoided prison and worked out his sentence in way that he loved, with the two people who had quickly captured his heart.

Sure they had to keep their relationship a secret to keep everything above board, but he only had a few months left, after which he could get a legit job, and then the three of them could live a perfectly normal life. Well as normal a life as a throuple made up of two FBI agents and a former conman could.

"I hear gunshots," Julie said.

"Brace for impact," Reggie warned. "I'll see you two on the other side. Stay safe."

"You too Reg," Luke replied.

"We'll see you soon, keep the van running," Julie said.

"Always do," he said.

They made it out in one piece, managed to make a few arrests, and got the paperwork done with some fleetness. Meaning they could go home to Julie's place for a night in-with no interruptions.

#filled prompts #ficlet #rukebox #peterpatterlina #julie and the phantoms

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gayfrenchtoast · 4 years ago

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Okay fine we're doing this. I havent read the books and I'm probably not going to I've only seen the movies so I'm sorry if anything I say is contradictory or has already been stated.

So! Descendants 3 was kinda shit and I dont like it but especially because of the ending because everybody was like "oh yeah island is open and we're all happy with no worries or implications about free villains or people being spiteful about being imprisoned for years!" In fact if anything they joked about those things.

The island is basically its own culture, I can't say how long it's been around, long enough for some almost adult kids to be about and to develop a kind of community.

The Isle is a place of poverty, people are dirty and on the street, eveyone steals from each other and most people don't put much effort into appearance upkeep (personal or of the sourounding area) not because of laziness or being "evil" but because they clearly don't have time or luxury to do such things or possibly even the clean water. Does the Isle have clean water?? How to they get electricity??? Someone tell me!

Another thing that I've noticed is easy to see but is not much explicitly said is the unique style of those on the Isle. As previously stated they don't have much but those who have the most "power" and such on the Isle are the best example of this As they have the most colourful outfits. However these outfits are often made out of patches and ripped things put together, even salvaged things like nets and chains as we can see on thing like Uma and Harry's outfits in D3 they make the best of what they've got and they do fantastic because their outfits are intricate and detailed and just tell you everything you need to know about them. Which is why it's a damn s h a m e when the original VK's ajust their style to be more like Auradon's. That's not an improvement! Be proud of where you came from!! It's like they forgot what it was like being on the Isle in D3!

Moving on, here's something that was touched on in D2 but not enough. Equality. On the Isle there is basically equal opportunity as in saying everything is shit and nome cares what gender and presumably what sexuality you are as long as you can work. Sexism is shown to be almost casual in aurodon from the looks of it, Chad makes sexist comments and litterally none else says anything or seems to see anything wrong with it except Jay who caves to pressure from peers and expectations. He does redeem himself because he's from the isle and he knows you shouldn't give a shit about anyone's gender or anything. If they can do something and ask to be included you give them that opportunity. The sexism is also implied in the way that the rule book has men written specifically in the first place and that it has taken until then for anyone but boys to be allowed on any kind of sports team. We never see it! It seems to be the hetronormative veiw where the boys do sport and girls do cheerleeding and other genders? What other genders? Never heard of that? BAD AURADON!! I bet there's so many trans folk on the island just living their lives, thinking Aurodon is the better place and not knowing that it's a cis het filled nightmare.

Okay no I'm headcannoning now, if their are now a bunch of Isle kids at auradon prep they find it fucking aweful the way all these preppy royals are treating them and make the first LGBT club in Auradon. There is lots of pushback and they get bullied a fuck ton for making themselves the most prominent queer folk in the school until a fight breaks out and the club demand that they should be treated better, taking all the evidence to fairy godmother who is very hesitant because COME ON she's never been that great she is biased to Auradon kids and if putting away those in the Isle is brought up she is all on it, she is jelly spined about doing anything against the royal kids. So the kids are like "Fine, if you won't help us we'll take this to the King himself!" Well mainly the queer mom's of the group (you know the ones I'm talking about) who lead the others and protect the anxious queers as they storm to Ben at his fucking locker and demand an audience because they are being harassed and bullied and none is doing anything. Ben had no idea there was even a LGBT club (too busy ig) and is gassed there is one for a moment before he's like "wait people are harassing you?" So Bisexual King Ben gets his lovely Bi wife and they start coming to club meetings and investing in the pins and stuff the club makes. Most club members are pleased but the queer mom's are apprehensive that this will help until some assholes come to the club to do their usual bullying only to find King and Queen Beast themselves siting there with rainbow bracelets and bi pins and all trying to have a nice old time eating their fucking cupcakes what the fuck are yall doing? The bullying dies down quick once they realise it ain't gonna fly, the other OG VK's that hear about this become members and very protective over their queer children. Did I mention Dizzy and Ceila are a part of the club? They're girlfriend's. Celia is one of the queer moms. Harry becomes one of the biggest protectors over the group as the pan dad. He's been going around snogging everyone and anyone wholl snog him everyone already knew he was queer they just didn't have the balls to try and bully him over it as much as they bullied the lil club members. But now Harry can often be seen in jackets and shit with pan and general queer patches and pins and running around with his gay children yelling "MOVE WE'RE GAY!!" He totally calls them his queer crew. Anyway as a result lots of queer royals start coming out of the woodwork, obvs Lonnie is one of them, and the club eventually serves to bring members of Auradon and the Isle close together.

Where was I? Yada yada auradon expects girls to be pretty princesses and boys to be brave knights or dashing princes. It's shit and should stop being portrayed as good. Moving on!

Food! One of the things we'll established in all movies is that the food of the Isle is shit compared to food of Auradon. The Isle has no fresh fruit which likely means its almost impossible for things to grow there which is fair because again there doesn't seem to be much fresh water and there are always clouds overhead so no sun. Maybe there is some people trying really hard to grow stuff but the general attitude of the Isle seems to be "there is no time for that" and fruits are forgotten so much that the VK's litterally don't knownwhat they are when they come across them. That and anything containing sugar. Actually it's mention by Dizzy and Celia that they enjoy the fact that the cake dosent have dirt or flies so basically food there is terrible. We don't see much food on the Isle but what we do see seems to be beans, eggs, chips and shellfish. Basically protine and carbs that can be easily stored and produced. To be fair beans are kidna good for you but they're likely a sign that if they get any imports from the mainland it is canned stuff. Prison food. There's probably some chef villain that is trying their best to make good food out of the shit but honestly the Isle dwellers should be angry that they've been deprived of good food for so long not happy they're finally been given decency.

Moving on, music! Auradon dosent have nearly as many musical numbers it seems, the Isle songs have a distinct style, to them, the villains that basically "founded" the place were masters of the dramatic songs (with backup or solo) so banging music is basically ingrained in the music's culture, even for battle as we see with the fight between Mal and Uma in D3. Meanwhile Auradon seems to have mainly romance and "I want" songs. Even Audrey's villain song is basically an I want song.

Okay let's talk about the Villains. We've established that the VK's are not inherently bad. However not all of them can be totally good and there are legit OG Villains just kinda chillin on the Isle. They've obviously lost quite a bit of their power, motivation and sanity (isolation will do that to ya as they lost everything and the VKs know no different) but deadass? They were bad guys. You can try to rehabilitate them sure but you've basically just let them free roam, they could make a runner and you wouldn't get the chance. They were also shitty patents which is brushed over/joked about in the interaction between Carlos and...man I feel bad I forgot her name deadass their relationship seemed to come out of nowhere in the second film she didn't seem interested in them at all and friendzoned them multiple times I'm pretty sure Disney did that becaue queer kids were relating to Carlos and headcanoning them as queer (which they deffinatly are) but deadass their mom is an attempted animal murderer and has hurt her child as we can see from how they're afraid of her and her rhetoric and yet it's "haha I'm afraid to meet your ma!" "Me too cus im a dog! Lol!" Fuuuuck offfffff

I think I'm running out of thoughts so here's a last one for now; with the magical barrier down a bunch of magical Villains kids should be coming out for the woodwork. We know Mal has magic basically stored in her so it's is possible, she technically doesn't need the spellbook to do magic it is just inherent to her. So with the diverse range of people from the isle there are deffinatly magic folk in there. Actually if we're following Disney movie law I saw something mentioning Jay being half Genie and yeah! He should be half Genie! Jafar got turned into a Genie he's probably only human because of the barrier! Oh also Ben should be able to go beast on command as long as he had a better beast form than he did in the movies. And give him back the beard and fangs like fuck you he looked so much better

Okay I'm done for now

#decendants #decendants 3 #mal #carlos de vil #jay #harry hook #uma

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dream-a-little-bigger-x · 4 years ago

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Meant To Be Yours | Luke Patterson

A/N: this is for all the Heathers fans and Musical Theater lovers out there! I was listening to the soundtrack today and realized how incredibly good Luke would be at singing meant to be yours... Nobody asked for this but... Here ya goooo!

Pairing: Luke Patterson x Musical Theater Program!reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, minor swearing

Words: 5,470

Being a Musical Theater fan and in Los Feliz High’s Musical Theater program has never made Y/N very popular with her peers. Besides her friends at the Musical Theater program and Julie and Flynn, she never really had many people taking as much as a glance at her. None of that really improved when she and Luke started dating. No one believed she was dating the cute hologram band member from Julie and The Phantoms. Thank God they don’t know the truth. Dating a ghost would get her twice the bullying.

The first time she saw them was when the boys performed ‘Bright’ with Julie at the spirit rally about three months ago. Julie had never told Y/N she played with a hologram band, and though Flynn was upset about it, Y/N just found it incredibly confusing. Julie would’ve told her and Flynn about a hologram band. There must be something else that she’s not telling her, she figured. Something just doesn’t add up about the whole story. And after an entire night of lying awake in bed, she heads to Julie’s garage before school the next day , finding the three hologram band boys there, hanging around together.

She glances from the cute guy behind the drums, to the other with the flannel, to finally land on the -- in her opinion -- cutest of the three with the orange beanie covering most of his dark hair, trying to connect the dots. “Oh, hey, Y/N,” Julie greets when she enters the garage, making Y/N snap out of her thoughts. “Dad told me he saw you walk into the studio.” She glances at the boys, trying her hardest to pretend they’re not even there. “So… Are you going to tell me why your hologram band is in your garage?” Julie’s eyes widen at this question, then dart to each of the boys, who look about as confused as her. “Y-you can see them?” Julie stutters, trying to figure out what’s happening. “Yes? Am I not supposed to?” Y/N’s eyes dart over to the boys again as they gather closer towards the two girls. “Why are you all looking at me like that?” She’s growing more and more nervous. Maybe she has something on her face. “You better sit down for this one,” Julie gently pushes her down on the armchair before standing in front of her with the boys behind her. “They’re ghosts… They died in 1995 when they ate some bad hot dogs and I’m pretty much the only one that can see them… Except for you, apparently.” Y/N tries her hardest to understand what’s happening right now. Those three boys are ghosts. And she can see them. She can see three ghosts. “I knew the hologram story was bullshit,” she finally manages to bring out after a couple of seconds of silence. “Why didn’t you tell me?” “I didn’t want you to think I’d gone completely crazy…” Y/N lets a small smile shine out. She’d been there for Julie when she’d lost her mother and Julie had been there after Y/N’s grandmother had passed away too. “You know my grandmother used to be in this voodoo crap when she was alive, I would’ve believed you if you’d just told me.” The two girls chuckle at this, remembering the times Y/N’s grandmother used to babysit the two after school and she’d tell them these stories about ghosts and witches and voodoo. Back then, the girls used to giggle at them and mimic Grammy Dottie on their sleepovers. “I know, I’m sorry. I should’ve told you…” Julie takes Y/N’s hands in hers, pulling her up on her feet again. “Will you forgive me?” Y/N pretends to think about it before nodding, the two of them giggling as they embrace. Y/N’s eyes then land on the boys behind her. “You might wanna introduce me to your band though,” she whispers in her best friend’s ear. “Right,” Julie lets go of Y/N and turns to face the boys. “Boys, this is Y/N Y/L/N. My best friend since diapers, pretty much. Y/N, this is my band.” “I’m Reggie!” the boy in the flannel raises his finger, “Hi!” He gives her the most excited smile, followed by a little wave. Y/N returns the favor. “I’m Alex,” the blonde guy she’d seen behind the drums earlier, takes his turn to introduce himself. Y/N let out a soft ‘hi’ before looking over at the last member. The one in the orange beanie. The one with the gorgeous, tender hazel eyes and the soft smile plastered on his face. He doesn’t introduce himself at first, it takes Reggie nudging him with his elbow before he flinches back to earth. “I-I’m Luke….” A faint blush creeps onto his cheeks. “It’s very nice to meet you, boys,” she says to all of them, but keeps her eyes on Luke. There’s something about him that attracts her eyes to him. Maybe it’s the smile or the eyes. Or the arms. But just maybe there’s something about this vibe he’s giving off. This kind-hearted, passionate, excited vibe that makes him so much more attractive. Just something about the way he carried himself with so much humbled confidence. There was just something about Luke.

Though Y/N found it weird at first, having a crush on a ghost, she couldn’t stop her brain from thinking about him or her heart from beating faster every time he was near. Julie and Flynn even noticed her drawing hearts in her notes from class, and humming love songs in the hallways. They couldn’t keep themselves from teasing you about it either. “Back on Cloud Luke, Y/N?” Flynn makes her snap out of her thoughts when Julie and her join Y/N at the lunch table. A scarlet tint crawls onto her cheeks as she subtly hides the ‘LP’ doodles she’d drawn in her musical script. “What?! No!” she yelps out a little too defensively. “I don’t have a crush on Luke, you guys. I don’t know where you get your information…” she chuckles nervously before sipping from her drink. Flynn and Julie exchange glances. “Exhibit A,” Julie starts and tugs the script from underneath Y/N’s arm. “Your billions of doodles of hearts and his initials in your script and notes.” Flynn whips out her phone, opening Twitter on Y/N profile. “Exhibit B,” she stars, and shows her friend the last few tweets, “You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams,” She dramatically reads out the most recent one. “And I'd give up forever to touch you, 'cause I know that you feel me somehow. You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be and I don't wanna go home right now.” “That last one is a great song,” Y/N points out. “Sure, but you never Tweet any quotes or song lyrics unless you’re truly feeling it,” Julie reasons. Y/N knows her friends are right. She does have a crush on Luke but she doesn’t want to admit she’s crushing on a ghost. A ghost. Made of air. “You can’t deny there’s chemistry between the two of you, Y/N. You’ve been inseparable since day one. Plus, he’s hella cute,” Flynn states. Y/N’s lips curl up into a smile at this. “Just remember he’s made out of air,” Julie adds, making all three of them chuckle. “Cute air,” Y/N retorts with a shrug. Flynn places a hand on hers, making her look up at her friend. “Just don’t get hurt, okay? It’s clear the two of you are mad for each other.” Y/N’s eyebrows furrow at this in confusion. “Luke doesn’t feel the same for me. Who would ever fall in love with the Musical Theater Nerd?” Her voice lowers, as does her head as she stares at her fidgeting hands on the table. “Uh, have you taken a look at yourself in the mirror? Ever?” Julie exclaims, almost angrily. “You are so gorgeous, Y/N,” Flynn chimes in with affirmation. “You have a killer body,” Julie continues. “A killer voice,” Flynn goes on. “And you are so hilarious. Luke would be really stupid if he didn’t see that!” Y/N can’t help but smile at these compliments. Julie and Flynn always know how to cheer the girl up. “Just talk to him tonight after rehearsals.” Y/N nods her head, inhaling slowly. That night, Julie, Reggie and Alex quickly left after rehearsals, each with another excuse just so the two love birds could be alone. Y/N rolled her eyes at that, turning back to her script. Luke places his guitar in its stand before joining the girl on the couch, swatting away the script from her lap, and lying down with his head in her lap instead. She doesn’t say anything, but just lets him do whatever he feels comfortable doing. She’s now holding her script in one hand, resting it on his chest, while her other goes to his hair. It’s become an automatism for her to do that. Whether he was lying in her lap or they were just sitting next to each other, she always found her fingers tangling up in his hair. Ever since figuring out she could touch the guys, Luke has been very clingy towards her, asking for cuddles or grabbing her hand and playing around with the rings around her fingers or the bracelets around her wrists. “What are you doing?” he asks, looking at the script. “Preparing for the audition for the new musical next week,” she replies without taking her eyes off the script. The boys knew the girl could sing, and they often let her talk about her favorite musicals even though they had no clue about any of them since they’d come out after they died. “Which one is it?” he asks, his fingers running up and down her arm that’s resting on his chest. “Heathers,” she replies, “It’s based on the movie from the 80’s, do you know that one?” “Yeah, I think I watched it with Alex and his sister,” he replies, “They made a musical from that?” Y/N nods her head, her eyes glancing at his. He’s on his back, looking up at her. “Please, tell me you’re not going for one of the Heathers, though?” She shakes her head with a giggle. “Good, because I didn’t really like either of them in the movie.” “None of their parts are really in my range. I’m going to audition for Veronica.” He nods his head slowly, trying to remember which character that was. “The part Winona Ryder played in the movie.” He let out a whispered ‘aaaaaah’. “It’s a pretty big role, so I doubt I’ll actually get it.” Luke frowns at this, and sits up to face her with a disapproving scowl on his face. “You’re insanely talented, Y/N! If they don’t cast you as Veronica, they’re just crazy!” She smiles at his compliment. “Thanks, Luke…” she trails off a little, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “There are just so many talented people in the Musical Theater Program that I doubt they’ll pick me instead of them.” She chuckles at her own pathetic behavior. “It’s lame, I know…” He reaches for her hand when these words roll out of her mouth, capturing her attention again. “It’s not lame, Y/N. I get insecure sometimes too! Sometimes, I get these bouts of anxiety where I think our band will never be good enough for the music industry or for any manager to ever take us on. I sometimes think our songs aren’t good enough, or I’m not good enough. It’s normal, I think.” His words do make her feel a little better. “You just need someone to tell you otherwise and get those ugly thoughts out of your pretty head,” he taps her temple softly twice, making her giggle. “That’s really comforting, Luke, thank you…” She offers him a thankful smile whilst ignoring this gnawing feeling in the pit of her stomach. She wants to kiss him so badly, and judging from his eyes darting from her eyes to her lips and back, he’s thinking the exact same thing. She leans in a little, her head tilting and eyes fluttering. Butterflies erupt in her stomach as she catches Luke to do the same. They’re inches away when Carlos abruptly opens the garage doors, making the two of them jump away. The little boy’s eyes widen when he finds his sister’s best friend on the couch, cheeks reddening. “Oh, hey, Y/N. I didn’t know you were still here,” he chuckles awkwardly. Y/N knows why he’s here though. He likes to use the bathroom in the back, especially for all his number two’s. “Yeah, I was uh… Rehearsing for my audition next week,” she holds her script up in the air as proof. “You need the garage, don’t you?” He shoots her an awkward, toothy smile, which is enough for Y/N to know that he needs it for the exact reason he always needs it. “All right, I’m gone…” She glances at Luke whilst reaching past him for her backpack. “Meet me outside,” he tells you before poofing out. You do as told after saying goodbye to Carlos and leaving the garage where you find Luke sitting on the rock near the stairs to the house. She walks up a few of the stairs, so she’s on his eye-level. “I have an idea. If you want, I could help you rehearse some songs and dialogue? I could even ask the boys to help out?” She can’t withhold a smile at this suggestion of his. “You don’t know any of the music, though?” she fairly points out. “We’ll do our homework,” he replies with a grin. “Trust me, Y/N. We’ll be able to help you prepare for this audition, I promise!” Without thinking twice about it, she reaches up and kisses him on the cheek and whispers a thank you in his ear before turning on her heel and leaving the boy flustered on the rock. You didn’t talk to him like you’d promised Julie and Flynn. But at least now you know he kind of feels the same.

The first kiss happened during the first rehearsal they planned in preparation for the audition. It’s after the Julie and The Phantoms rehearsal. Y/N’s on the couch, waiting for them to finish while going over some lines and lyrics, though her eyes often diververt to Luke. He watches her too, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He can’t wait to start rehearsing with her. When he told the boys about helping Y/N out with her audition, the boys had given him knowing glances. They told him he had to do something about this obvious crush he had on her. They often teased him about kissing her, even during their rehearsals when they caught the two looking at each other with desire in their eyes. “Are you ready, Y/N?” Reggie asks when the rehearsal with Julie finishes. His voice makes her avert her eyes from Luke’s, clearly far away on Cloud Luke. “Mmh?” she hums, not having registered his question until she repeats it in her mind, “Oh, yeah!” She gets up from the couch to join the boys at their instruments whilst Julie sits down on the couch instead. She offers Y/N an encouraging grin, excited to hear her sing again. Julie and Flynn were always the ones on the front row during any of the musicals the Theatre Program put on. They were there when Y/N played Chris in Carrie, and when she played Janice in Mean Girls. That last one was Julie’s favorite role she’d ever seen Y/N in. “We listened to the entire soundtrack last night, Julie showed us,” Alex informs his friend excitedly, proud he’s so informed on the musicals from the last decade. “We listened to the Broadway version and the West End version, so just tell us what you wanna do.” “I’m kind of stuck between these two songs to do for my audition. I wanna do I Say No, from the West End version because it showcases my range really well. But I also wanna do Seventeen because it’s my favorite, though I’m gonna need a person to duet with.” She can’t hide the fact that she wanted to duet the song with Luke, even though he can’t join her on the audition. Because one, you can only audition with someone from the program, and two… Luke is dead. “Let’s try the first one first?” Reggie suggests, looking over at Y/N. “Sure, you guys know the chords?” she asks the two with the guitars. They both nod before starting to play, Alex joining in with the drums too. Y/N grabs Julie’s white microphone after silently asking for her permission, which she granted by nodding her head. “You are a drug You are a poison pill I've got to kick this habit now Or else I never will I loved the rush When you would hold me close But you will not be satisfied Until I overdose” Julie has always admired how she can switch off from the world around her and get into character so quickly. The passion in her eyes and facial expressions are convincing, to say the least. “This is it Hit the brake I am finally awake Let me be Let me go You need help I can't provide I am not qualified This troubled teen is getting clean I say no” “Veronica, who else is gonna be-” Y/N’s eyes widen for a second when Luke chimes in with JD’s line in the song. But recomposes herself and turns to him completely, singing the next part to him. “No, no, no, no! Don't say a word You speak and I cave in You'll twist the truth again And drill deep down beneath my skin You said you'd change And I believed in you But you're still using me to justify the harm you do” She turns to Julie again, as if speaking to the audience like she would in the play. This leaves Luke a bit disappointed. He keeps his eyes on her, a smile tugging at his lips as he admires her. “This is it Hit the brake Call it all my mistake Long as you let me go You need help I can't provide I'm not Bonnie You're not Clyde It's not too late I'm getting straight I say no” Julie gets up from the couch and moves to the keyboard to back up with some softer tones for the bridge as the boys stop playing their instruments, whilst Y/N turns to Luke again. Imagining him as Jason Dean would be a terrible idea, but she’s going with it. “Blame your childhood, blame your dad Blame the life you never had But hurting people? That's your choice, my friend” The boys join in with their instruments again, building up the rest of the bridge. “'Cause I believe that love will win And hate will earn you nothing in the end This is the end” Luke looks at her in admiration and so much love, and decides to say JD’s line, though with a softer touch. “But I love you!” Y/N almost believes it, but recomposes herself, remembering the role she’s supposed to play and withhold during an entire musical. “Dude” She steps away from him while the boys sing the chorus along with her. “This is it I won't cry Starting now, I will try To pay back All the karma I owe Start again Somewhere new Far from cold guys like you So goodbye 'Cause now I I say no Just in time I say no Somehow I'm saying no Just say no I say no No!” The boys stop playing as Y/N lowers her microphone, panting from the last high notes she had to hit, and hit flawlessly. Reggie and Alex exchange glances with Julie while Luke simply stares at Y/N, a content sigh leaving his body. “That was so good!” Reggie makes Y/N snap out her thoughts -- like why Luke’s ‘I love you’ sounded so real. “I got ghost bumps!” He shows his arm even though it’s covered by his leather jacket. Y/N chuckles, biting down her lip nervously. “Let’s do the other one,” Alex then suggests, “Which was that? The duet, right?” Y/N nods her head slowly as nerves course through her body. She knows Luke’s going to want to play JD, like he’s done in the previous song too. “Luke, are you up for it?” The words roll off her lips before she allows them to. He nods his head eagerly, making the others chuckle, knowing why. They’d talked about this song last night, the boys teasing Luke by telling him he should probably learn this by heart if he wants to conquer Y/N’s heart. Y/N nods at Alex, who counts them in before hitting his drums, Julie and Reggie joining in with their instruments when needed. Y/N turns to face Luke, getting into the character of Veronica Sawyer again. “Fine! We're "damaged" Really "damaged" But that does not make us "wise" We're not "special", we're not "different" We don't choose who lives or dies Let's be normal, see bad movies Sneak a beer and watch TV We'll bake brownies or go bowling Don't you want a life with me? Can't we be seventeen? That's all I want to do If you could let me in I could be good with you” Her soft melodic and angelic voice makes Luke all mushy inside. “People hurt us” “Or they vanish” He sounds as vulnerable as JD does in this moment. “And you’re right, that really blows But we let go” “Take a deep breath” “And go buy some summer clothes We’ll go camping” “Play some poker” Y/N chuckles a little as her eyes tear up slightly at the tenderness of his voice. “And we’ll eat some chili fries Maybe Prom night” “Maybe dancing” “Don’t stop looking in my eyes” The power behind her voice surprises Luke that he has no other choice but to look in her eyes. All while the others join in with their instruments at full force. “Your eyes” “Can't we be seventeen Is that so hard to do? If you could let me in I could be good with you” The music gets more powerful, as do their voices. “Let us be seventeen If we've still got the right” “So what's it gonna be? I wanna be with you” “Wanna be with you” “Tonight” The electricity between the two of them and the desire that had been there all along now takes the better of her. In the heat of it all, she launches herself in Luke’s arms, pressing her lips to his in a fiery, passionate kiss. The others don’t stop playing, but they do exchange surprised and relieved glances. She breaks the kiss, but presses her forehead against his as she continues singing the song like the true professional she is. “Yeah, we’re damaged” “Badly damaged” “But your love’s too good to lose” “Hold me tighter” “Even closer” “I’ll stay if I’m what you choose” “Can we be seventeen?” “If I am what you choose” “If we’ve still got the right” “‘Cause you’re the one I choose” “You’re the one I choose” “You’re the one I choose” Suddenly, the lyrics have gotten an entirely different meaning. Especially the way they’re singing it, makes it seem like they’re actually singing it to each other. Like Y/N is singing to Luke and Luke to Y/N. Not Veronica and Jason Dean. Y/N coughs awkwardly as she steps away from Luke, glancing at the others who have their teasing grins at the ready. “That’s in the script…” she tries, but the laughter that erupts from their friends tells her she can’t lie to them. Luke and Y/N stare at each other, a shy smile on their faces as they let them laugh it out. It takes a little while before they actually die down. “Sure, Y/N, that looked very scripted,” Julie says, patting her best friend’s shoulder. There’s nothing left to hide now. You and Luke are very much in love with one another. Though it still feels weird to be in love with a ghost who, quite frankly, would be about twenty years older if he hadn’t died, Y/N couldn’t hide the feelings she had for this boy. There was no hiding it after that outburst they had just now. But maybe that’s for the better.

Thanks to the help of the boys and Julie, Y/N landed the role of Veronica Sawyer in Los Feliz High’s rendition of Heathers the Musical. Not only that, Luke and Y/N have now been dating for a month now. He’s been incredibly supportive over the course of the rehearsals of the musical, and she has been supportive of the band. It’s been fun and games, so far. Making out in the loft after band rehearsals or backstage in the auditorium, singing songs together at the top of their lungs whilst dancing around her room (though her parents complained about that), and cuddling on the couch whilst going over Y/N’s lines together. Nothing ever happened to cause an argument until Luke sat in a rehearsal for the musical when they were going over the Dead Girl Walking scene. Watching his very alive girlfriend kiss another very alive boy isn’t quite the confidence boost. He lasts until halfway through the song when the guy playing JD rips Y/N’s shirt open. That’s when he just had to get out of there. Y/N couldn’t tell anyone they were dating, and if she did, no one believed her she was dating the hologram boy from Julie’s band. Which also meant boys hitting on her when she was in her Veronica costume, mostly the boy who played Jason Dean. “Having a girl on top of you makes you realize things,” he had said. Y/N told him she wasn’t interested, but that didn’t stop the boy from trying. She had told Luke that. Her first mistake. Because ever since then, he has never missed a rehearsal. Y/N knew this scene was coming up, and she had tried to tell Luke he shouldn’t come, but of course he didn’t listen. And now he’s upset with her because she had told him about her minor crush on Christian Slater -- the original JD from the movie -- and about the JD song she loved so much. He knew how sexy she thought that song was, especially when the actor sings it as raw as Jamie Muscato or Ryan McCartan did in the West End and off-Broadway version. She’s not surprised to find Luke and the boys in the studio when she gets back, their instruments in hand, but no Julie to be seen. Only the very familiar riff of a Heathers song sounding through the amps. She halts in the doorway, crossing her arms as she watches the boys. None of them has seen her yet, which gives her the rawest and most honest version of this song. “You chucked me out like I was trash, For that you should be dead— But! But! But! Then it hit me like a flash, What if high school went away instead Those assholes are the key! They're keeping you away from me! They made you blind, messed up your mind But I can set you free!” Reggie jumps around whilst playing the bass, letting himself go on the beat. Even Alex is so lost in his drumming, he doesn’t even notice the girl in the doorway. And Luke has his scowl set on the void, possibly imagining the boy’s face and wanting to punch him in the face. “You left me and I fell apart, I punched the wall and cried— Bam! Bam! Bam!” Y/N flinches at the sudden loudness of his voice. “Then I found you changed my heart and set loose all that truthful shit inside! And so I built a bomb Tonight our school is Vietnam! Let's guarantee they'll never see their senior prom!” His voice grows a little softer at the chorus, showing his more delicate side, the side Y/N has come to love so much. “I was meant to be yours! We were meant to be one! Don't give up on me now! Finish what we've begun! I was meant to be yours!” He sounds angry and frustrated during the next verse, a hint of menace laced in his voice. To his girlfriend, it sounds incredibly sexy. He suddenly seems twice as attractive. “So when the high school gym goes boom with everyone inside— Pchw! Pchw! Pchw! In the rubble of their tomb We'll plant this note explaining why they died!” She sees this as her chance to announce her presence. She quickly runs over to Julie’s microphone and starts singing along on the bridge where the ensemble would join in. Luke’s head snaps up at her, bewilderment and surprise in his eyes, along with some embarrassment. “We, the students of Westerburg High Will die. Our burnt bodies may finally get through To you. Your society churns out slaves and blanks No thanks. Signed the Students of Westerburg High 'Goodbye.'” Y/N gives him a nod of encouragement, telling him to continue. He does as he’s told with even more power behind his voice and even some amusement as a smile plays at his lips. She grabs the microphone from the stand and dances up to him. “We'll watch the smoke poor out the doors. Bring marshmallows, We'll make s'mores! We can smile and cuddle while the fire roars!” Along with Reggie and Alex, Y/N takes care of the backing vocals whilst Luke lets himself go in the song. His voice becomes more and more raspy with the second, sending shivers down his girlfriend’s spine. “I was meant to be yours! We were meant to be one! I can't make this alone! Finish what we've begun! You were meant to be mine! I am all that you need! You carved open my heart! Can't just leave me to bleed!” He turns to her as she offers him her microphone for the next bit. The fact he’s looking into her eyes doesn’t help her subdue her feelings. At all. In fact, it just increases those butterflies and shivers and curling of the toes. “Veronica, open the—open the door, please' Veronica, open the door. Veronica, can we not fight anymore' Please, can we not fight anymore' Veronica, sure, you're scared, I've been there. I can set you free! Veronica, don't make me come in there! I'm gonna count to three! One! Two! Fuck it!” She can’t detain her feelings anymore and crashes her lips onto his again, exactly like that time they rehearsed Seventeen together and they had their first kiss. Reggie and Alex exchange glances, though this time it’s with an eyeroll. Luke pulls away when he has to sing the very last bit of the song, keeping his forehead pressed to hers. His voice is back to its vulnerable side as he stares into his girlfriend’s eyes with so much regret for ever feeling so jealous of any lifer guy she’d ever interacted with. “Please don't leave me alone You were all I could trust I can't do this alone” He steps back from her to hit the last high note whilst Alex goes off on the drums one last time. “Still I will if I must!” Y/N watches her boyfriend for a moment, a tender, proud smile on her face and admiration in her eyes. Luke’s confidence when he plays his music, or any music for that matter, is so hot and attractive to Y/N. Though she loves his more vulnerable and adorable side he mostly pulls up whenever he’s with her, that rockstar side of his really is a close second. “Are you guys really gonna make out every time you sing together or…?” Reggie asks, capturing the couple’s attention. Y/N takes Luke’s hand in hers, intertwining their fingers together whilst her other hand rests on his bicep. “You would too if your boyfriend was so hot,” she answers, and presses a kiss to his bare shoulder. Luke smiles down at her before returning a kiss on her hair. “Now, if you guys don’t have anymore rehearsing to do, I’d like to take Luke to go and rehearse another scene together…” she trails off. As she looks up at her boyfriend and his eyes meet her suggestive glance, he already knows what’s up. “No, we’re done here, I think,” he says quickly, “Right, guys? Yes, yes, we are!” He rushes his girlfriend out the garage and to the house next door to the Molina’s where he helps you ‘rehearse’ the Dead Girl Walking scene.

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alchemistbee · 4 years ago

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Souvenirs

「Five Hargreeves x Reader」

Words: 1964

Warnings: None

Summary: you like to buy souvenirs from every place you visit after the missions; Five doesn’t.

A/N: this was originally going to be a hc list but I somehow ended up writing a really shitty fanfic. If you guys are wondering what the figurine looks like, search “Wooden cow Switzerland”. They are really cute! Sorry for grammatical errors! Hope you guys enjoy this one ☺️☺️

If there was something you found more important than the mission itself, it was stopping at the nearest gift shop in the area before leaving. It was a priority for you, a small tradition you had begun after working for the Commission for some years. It was a way for you to forget the violent acts, to calm the adrenaline and do something nice for yourself for once. It was also a way to remember the places you had visited, you didn’t want to brag, but working for Commision definitely included traveling to some quite fascinating places in the globe.

The first times you got partnered up with the old man, Five, you had to relentlessly convince him to stop at the shops before leaving. At first, he would always mention how it was a waste of time, but after two missions together, he started to notice you took a little too long looking through the objects, which caused you both to always arrive late at Commission Headquarters. Now, he tagged along to make sure you didn’t roam off to any other shop after having picked something.

After having finished your latest mission, you and Five were on your way to the small shop you had spotted while studying the town upon your arrival. Five drove down into the town with you, and parked the stolen car the closest way possible to the shop while trying to ignore the smile plastered on your face. It was something he found to drive him insane, not in the way he had expected. He hated the way it made his heart accelerate, but he did take pride to know some of your smiles were caused by him.

You pushed the door open, the hanging bells at the doorway making your presence known to the young woman who was stationed at the cash register “Try to make it quick, we are already supposed to be back” Five said, his eyes boredly glancing the shop as he followed after you with the black briefcase in hand.

“Yeah yeah. We finished the mission successfully, I am sure they won’t mind us missing for a few minutes” You shushed him with his hand, to which Five rolled his eyes with a long sigh. These were the strange moments he would find you in absolute silence, and sometimes he would comment to see if you had already chosen, but you would only ignore him, making the old man slightly agitated.

“What do you think of this one?” The silence was finally broken when you spotted some funny looking magnets

“I don’t care. Just pick one and let’s go” he replied, his eyes glancing at you and the magnets. You rolled your eyes, and after a few seconds of watching the magnets you decided to go with one of them. To your surprise, Five chirped in with his opinion “That one is ugly”

“I thought you didn’t care” You put the magnet down and picked another one. Five’s eyes were enough to tell you that you shouldn’t pick that one. The search began to feel more of a quest now that Five was here, silently judging the things you considered taking back with you. You couldn’t even explain why you cared about him not liking them, but if Five Hargreeves himself thought something was not worth taking, it was probably because it was true.

Atlas, you were able to pick one of the many magnets after being sure that Five’s eyes didn’t roam the magnet with a look of disgust and judgement. It was his way to tell you that what you have chosen wasn't all too bad. You took the small magnet with you and headed towards the cash register in order to make your pay, there, you asked Five if he was sure he didn’t want to take anything to remember your visit; he said no.

“Are you sure? Dolores is a fond of mines, I am sure she’ll be very happy you bought her something” You added softly

You heard Five grumbled something under his breath then, but he essentially turned around to look through the objects in search for something to take with him. He knew you were right, Dolores does always take your side after all.

Five came back with a beaded ball bracelet, a little shiny, and that’s when you remember Dolores likes sequin. He chose the closest looking thing to it in the shop. He placed the bracelet on the counter, letting the young woman examine the objects you had chosen before announcing the final payment. You pulled your wallet from your pocket and proceeded to pay for both souvenirs no matter how much Five stated that he could pay for what he had chosen.

The following day Five was instructed to go to another mission, this time around you weren’t partnered up with him. You were on your own mission, which left the 55 year old man to handle the case on his own. Usually, he enjoyed the silence and solo missions, it made things easier, no distractions, but now he just found himself missing your annoying rambles. Not to mention, he had to study the town alone and that was always your task.

He hated the fact he had gotten to care for you so much, he hadn’t originally planned for it but you had managed to somehow make it to a place in his cold heart. Even Dolores liked you. That made it even harder to detach from you.

Five didn’t originally planned to stop at the gift shops, it was just his luck that when he was about to head back to Commission his eyes spotted the shop not too far from where he stood. He debated internally whether he should enter and take something. He recalled you saying how it was important to remember the places you visited, he also recalled the smile on your face whenever you convinced him to stop at the shops. He exhaled sharply, even when you were not around he managed to make decisions based on your input.

He entered the shop, figuring that buying something to remember the place wouldn’t do harm. He was greeted by a young man, offering his help if Five needed, the old man only hummed before walking through the store. He didn’t need help, he could choose a gift for you, how difficult could it be?

It was more difficult than he thought. No wonder you took so long to pick

He had spent at least thirty minutes looking through every souvenir the store had to offer and trying to pick something out. He didn’t know why it was taking him such a hard time to pick something and move on, but every time he thought he found something he would put it back after finding it not enough for you. Everything in the store had suddenly become mediocre to his eyes, inducing him to become visibly stressed.

“This is so dumb” Five protested to himself after throwing back, a little to harsh, a magnet to it’s rightful place. There was nothing here that caught his eye now, nothing that he could tell you would be pleased with if given. Five was losing his patience, and by that, he decided that doing this was going to do nothing but waste his time and tire his mind. A simple postcard would do.

Five picked the one he thought looked best from the rest and casually made his way over to the cashier, who smiled politely at him “Did you find everything you were looking for?” The young boy asked, taking a hold of the post card to scan it’s value.

“More or so” Five shoved his hand into his pocket to grab his own wallet, carefully flipping through the dollars and coins to pay for the postcard. All of a sudden, his eyes glimpsed down to the glass cases beside the cash register counter, there he spotted one thing in particular that caught his eye “How much for that?”

He stopped the young boy from processing the payment, now focusing his attention to the small handmade wooden cow he saw on display.

“Fourteen”

“Fourteen dollars?!” Five said baffled, you had to be kidding. Fourteen dollars for that piece of wood? What was it? made it out of gold? There was no way in hell he was going to “—I’ll take the one with the red spots” He stated blandly before handing the right amount of money to pay for the damn cow.

It was small, the texture was soft, and it fit inside his hand. He could tell that whomever made it that put a lot of work into it. He just hoped this hadn’t been a total waste of money, he would probably burn the cow to the ground if he noticed any hint of dislike towards it.

Back in Commision, Five felt quite anxious even though his demeanor said the opposite. He dropped the briefcase at it’s station before looking all over the building for you, his fingers slightly fidgeting with the cow he held inside his hand. He had no idea whether you had returned from your last mission, and he found himself asking for your whereabouts, to which he got nothing but the same answer of you still being out.

He waited for you the entire day until there was an hour left for closing, and you were still nowhere close to arriving. Five walked to the cafeteria, taking a cup of coffee to continue roaming around the building in hopes of finally bumping into you. Finally, after what was eternity, Five spotted you from across the hallway, and if you hadn’t been looking the other way you would have caught the short-time smile that plastered on his lips upon seeing you.

“Y/N” His voice caught your attention, making you turn your head around and face the old man on his way to you. He easily noticed how exhausted you looked, the circles under your eyes said that you hadn’t had the best time on the mission, there were still a few drops of blood on your dark suit from the job.

“How was—“ Before you could ask how his mission had gone, Five extended his hand to you, revealing the wooden figures of the red spotted cow. You raised your brows, smiling. Guess he finally bought something to remember the trip by “That’s a very cute cow. I never took you to be the animal lover type of guy” you chuckled.

“It’s for you” He stated rapidly, feeling as his ear tips suddenly became warmer with each passing second. He watched your expression shift into confusion, something that made him think it meant that you didn’t like what he had brought. He felt a sudden regret and sadness set inside his chest, but that was until your lips managed to curve into that one smile he always was driven crazy by.

“Wait—For me? Are you sure? You didn’t buy this for yourself?” You asked hesitantly, watching as Five shook his head

“Don’t be stupid. I don’t collect silly objects like you do. They are useless” He let you take the cow into your hands, taking in every second of you smile towards him and the figurine. You were absolutely in love with it, and that was enough for him. He felt satisfied to know that his money hadn’t gone to waste. Which reminded him,

“You owe me fourteen bucks for it” he remarked with a rather solemn expression.

You punched his arm, recognizing that he was only joking around to get on your nerves. Yeah, you were definitely the only thing he was going to miss from here, but for now, he would do nothing but enjoy the moment.

#five hargreeves #five hargreeves x reader #number five #number five x reader #number five imagine #the umbrella academy #tua #tua fanfic #tua five #aidan gallagher #five x reader #fanfiction #my work

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a-supernatural-writer · 4 years ago

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Lost in the Shadows Pt.3

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FemOC x Poly Lost Boys

Giggles erupted from Sarah and Danielle as they wobbled their way off one of the rides they decided to experience. They leaned on each other, Sarah’s arm wrapped around Danielle’s waist as Danielle had her arm around her girlfriend's shoulders.

“If we go on one more ride, I swear I might puke.” Sarah giggled, trying to find her footing.

Danielle waved a dismissive hand at her, “Oh, come on. I think the carousel is calling our name.” The brunette was trying to find her footing as well. It didn’t help that both girls were wearing chunky shoes that added at least an inch and a half to their height.

Sarah looked at Danielle in disbelief, “Okay, I seriously think you’re doing this to torture me.”

Danielle chuckled, “Hey, you wanted to ride the carousel in the first place.” She reminded the blonde.

Sarah pouted. Her girlfriend was right. She wanted to ride the carousel when they first split from the group but then the two decided to go on the more intense rides to get the out of the way and then wind down to some of the more taimer ones.

But, going on a few spinning rides kind of set Sarah back a bit and wanted to take a break. She loved going on rides but, she even knew she had to pace herself.

Danielle smiled at Sarah, moving her face into the crook of Sarah’s neck, placing a light kiss on her skin, “Let’s take a break and sit down. I know that you need a breather.”

Instead of diving back into the thrill of the rides, Sarah and Danielle took it upon themselves to find a seat and gather their bearings. The two leaned against each other as they watched different characters of people pass them by.

Bright and beautiful colors danced across their eyes, the music from different rides and game booths mixed together to create a new melody. “Never thought we would end up in California.” Sarah comments, fiddling with her gold thumb ring.

Danielle hummed, leaning back against the wooden bench they were sitting at, “We would end up here eventually. If not now, maybe twenty or even forty years we would have moved here.” The entire group wasn’t up for staying in one place for too long. They would usually stay in one state for around ten to twenty years and then find a new home.

Sarah nodded, “True… Though it may be good for all of us, you know? Opening our own music shop here, our band could finally gain some traction… Vanessa could find out what the source of the pull she’s feeling is.”

The brunette nodded as well, “You’re not wrong.” Danielle then smirked, wrapping an arm around her girlfriend's waist, “I can also see you kill it on the waves whenever you take your board out.”

Sarah giggled, “Now that’s something I’m looking forward to. It’s been so long since we’ve lived in a beach town.” Sarah lived for surfing. Louisiana had a few beaches that she could surf, but it never seemed to feed her thirst for the activity.

She was grateful that their new home was Santa Carla. She could go out on days when she wasn’t working and enjoy the sun while she surfed.

Sarah opens her mouth to say something, but her words die on her tongue when she smells it. A scent that she hasn’t smelt in years. Danielle’s smile disappears as the same scent fills her nose.

The scent of half turned vampires on the Boardwalk.

It was strong, so whoever the half vampire was, they were close.

Sarah and Danielle stand from their seat, heads turning in every direction to find the source. Even with the multiple crowds of people passing them by, their own scents becoming but a footnote to the two females.

Danielle’s eyes froze when they landed on a girl with long curly brunette hair, wearing a white tank top blouse, a decorated skirt, and way too many bracelets to count. She was holding the hand of a young boy that looked around the age of ten, shoulder length light brown hair and dried dirt smudged his face.

Danielle nudged the blonde beside her, directing her attention to the pair.

Sarah stared as the duo walked through the crowds. The scent was radiating off of both of them. They were both half turned vampires.

The two females shared a look and decided that rides would just have to wait. If Santa Carla was their new home, might as well get to know any other creatures that were walking around.

Hand and hand, Danielle and Sarah, set out on their path, following the girl and small boy within a reasonable distance.

They couldn’t help but smile when they heard the small boy express his desire to go on the rides that they walked by. His big eyes looked up at the girl with hope and excitement.

The girl just smiled, not really telling him yes or no to whatever ride he pointed at. She just seemed content with walking around the Boardwalk, not particularly interested in anything.

It was only when they approached the carousel did the boy start begging to go on the ride, “Please, Star!”

Danielle and Sarah blinked at the girl's name. Star was definitely an interesting one, but it fit the beautiful female perfectly.

Star sighed, crouching down to the boys height, giving him an apologetic smile, “I’m sorry, Laddie. Maybe tomorrow we can get some tickets?”

The boy, Laddie, pouted at the fact that he couldn’t go on his desired ride. Of course, Star and Laddie were only given enough money to get something to eat and play a few games, much to his disappointment.

And this is when Danielle and Sarah took the situation to their own advantage. The two walked up and Sarah took the first step, “Excuse me?”

Star looked up at the two females, blinking at their appearance. They were both very beautiful in their own ways. She was pretty sure that they were new to town since she’s never seen them around. She stood from her crouched position, “Yes?”

Sarah smiled softly, “Sorry to bother you, but we heard that a certain somebody wanted to go on the carousel?” She tilted her head to look at Laddie who had himself somewhat hidden behind Star.

Danielle pulled out the last four tickets that she had in her skirt pocket, “We were actually gonna go on the carousel ourselves to finish our list of rides we wanted to go on. And we have two extra tickets.”

Danielle tears the two extra tickets from the other ones, “Would you like them?”

Star smiled at them, very surprised by their kind offer, “Oh, thank you. Are you sure?” Star asked, not knowing if this was a trick or not.

Sarah nodded, “Please. They’ll just be going in the trash if we don’t use them.”

Danielle held out the two tickets to Star who took them gently away. Star looked down at Laddie who was smiling at Danielle and Sarah, “Laddie, what do you say to the nice girls?”

Laddie surprised all of the girls when he ran out from behind Star and hugged Danielle, “Thank you!” He exclaimed.

Danielle chuckled, patting the top of Laddie’s head that was pressed against her stomach, “No problem bud. You’re not the only one who loves that ride.”

Sarah raised her hand, accepting this fact, “Guilty as charged. Oh!” She gasped as Laddie hugged her just as he did to Danielle.

Star stared in awe as Laddie easily smiled at the two of them. He was never like this with new people. Star briefly looked down at the tickets and then back up as Laddie pulled away from his and Sarah’s hug.

“Would you-” Star stopped her sentence when they all looked at her. Star smiled when they waited for her to continue, “Would you like to go on together?” Star hoped that this was a chance at making new friends that could be separate from the boys.

Danielle and Sarah glanced at each other, already knowing the answer. They nodded at Star’s offer and the four fell into the line for the carousel.

The four officially introduced themselves as the line moved along. When it was their turn to climb onto the carousel, Laddie chose a white painted horse with gold and blue accents while Star stood off to the side.

Sarah got on the horse opposite of Laddie, sitting sideways to face the two while Danielle leaned against the horses head.

They continued talking about anything that came to mind. Star asked where they moved from, being surprised that they were from New Orleans. She was even more surprised when Danielle and Sarah exposed the fact that they and their band members, who were more like family, were opening a music shop on the Boardwalk.

Star didn’t say much about herself but Laddie was happy to talk about what he liked and what his favorite things to do were. Danielle and Sarah smiled and listened intently to the boy, finding him absolutely adorable.

Their smiles almost faltered once they reminded themselves what they were. Laddie was forever trapped in a ten year old boy's body. Even though he was only half, he still wouldn’t age and that wouldn’t change once he fully fed. The same went for Star. Physically she seemed around their age, but she would never grow old.

But they pushed those facts away to enjoy their time with them in that moment. From what they could gather, both Star and Laddie were innocent as half vampires could come.

By the time they exited the ride, Star really liked Danielle and Sarah. Laddie was in the same boat, wanting to hang around the girls for a little bit longer.

“Thank you again for the tickets and for joining us.” Star thanked them again.

Danielle waved a dismissive hand at Star and then wrapping said hand around Sarah’s own hand, “No biggie. We really had a good time with you guys.”

“I wish we could spend a little more time with you guys, but we have to meet back up with our friends.” Sarah apologized, smiling sadly when she saw Laddie’s smile falter a little.

Star ‘ohs’ at the news, a little upset that they had to leave so quickly. Sarah felt bad that they suddenly had to leave them, “Don’t forget. We have our shop opening on New Years day, two days from now. You guys are always more than welcome to come and hang out if you want.”

Danielle nodded in agreement, “Then you’ll get to meet our friends. I’m positive that they’ll love you guys.”

Star and Laddie’s moods instantly lifted at their offers and at the idea of making new friends. “We’ll happily stop by.”

Happy that Star took their offer, Danielle and Sarah say their goodbyes, waving at them as the females walk away.

Once they were a good distance, the two broke into a run, following the scent of their two coven members that were lingering nearby.

The girls slowed down when they saw Luis and Timothy walking by a couple of game booths, “Luis! Timothy!” Danielle called out to the boys. The boys stopped, letting the girls jog to a stop in front of them.

“What’s up? Don’t we have ten more minutes?” Timothy asked, looking down at his watch in confusion.

Danielle took a breath, “Half vamps on the Boardwalk.” She whispered out just loud enough for them to hear.

Timothy and Luis tensed a little at the information but then quickly relaxed. “You’re kidding?” Luis asked, wrapping his shawl a little tighter around him.

Danielle shook her head, “I wish we were. Sarah and I got to know them. A girl around our age named Star and a ten year old boy named Laddie.”

Timothy ran a hand through his hair, “You said half vampires right?”

The girls nodded.

“That means a sire is somewhere in Santa Carla and there might be fully fledged vamps walking around.” Luis concluded.

Vampires were never alone. Vampires grouped together in covens and their sires were usually not far away. And for all of them, that meant danger if they didn’t take the right precautions.

In a way they were somewhat preparing for this. If Vanessa felt a pull towards Santa Carla, no doubt that pull was towards another vampire. And if there was one, there was always bound to be more.

“Let’s find Vanessa and call it a night.” Sarah ordered more than she suggested to the others.

The rest of the group agreed and headed out to find Vanessa who at the moment was dealing with her own situation that would change everything forever.

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys oc #the lost boys x oc #poly lost boys #poly lost boys x oc #poly lost boys x reader #the lost boys x reader #OC #vampire #gay vampires #santa carla #female ocs #lesbian ocs #lesbian vampires #the lost boys star #the lost boys laddie

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belleta · 4 years ago

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The Forest - Part One

Consists: Supernatural, SKZ as different SN creatures, adventure, romance, drama, action, ......still trying to figure out all the details....lol XD

"Come on Y/N!", I was racing around the house. Trying to make sure I had everything for this trip. "Omg Y/N, let's GO~!" I swear to the universe she's going to thank me later. " I'm coming child!" I screamed back. Alrighty I just need my retainer. I bounded up the stairs and glided down the hallway with my cotton socks. Bursting into my room, I quickly scanned it for the sparkly emerald case. I caught sight of it out of the corner of my eye, "Boom!" I ran forward and snatched it off my windowsill. While leaping for my door, I paused and turned back to what I call my sanctuary. Call me paranoid but I'm kinda afraid of camping in the middle of the woods. Ever since I watched "The Blair Witch Project", I've been creeped.

It doesn't help that Jazzy forced us to watch the film, previous to this morning. I was drifting in the fairy floss clouds of my mind when a loud honk poured water on them. I sucked in a breath, blowing raspberries. Padding back over to my bedside, I grabbed my Ice Bear plushie. Giving it a quick squeeze and finally deciding that he's coming with me. Galloping back through the house, I made it out, locked the door and hopped in the back seat like a spring rabbit. "What took you so long?" I gazed up through my fringe at my girl bestie Jazmine. She had long beautiful honey blonde hair, and a mousy nose. Her blue eyes were alike with pebbles under a lake, with cheeks connected by a dash of light freckles. "I swear I just aged waiting for you" and Danny, our guy bestie. I've been best friends with Danny, since 3rd grade. Jazzy moved over during the 5th grade. All three of us have been with each other through thick and thin. Daniel was Hawaiian Japanese descent, had perfect colorful nails and absolutely gorgeous eye makeup. We were all dressed in casual, comfy clothes for the trip. Jazmine, or Jazzy as people call her, as the oldest. She was driving Danny's dad's truck. It was spacious and definitely was fit for the environment. Danny, second eldest was in shotgun and I, being the "baby", was in the back. "I was just making sure I have everything." The two rolled their eyes. Danny looked back at me "Girl, you need to chill. We've got everything and more" the boy stated. "I know, I know.....I'm just paranoid, you know.....being in the woods for a week" I looked down at my feet and played with my fingers to cover my embarressedness. "Awww, is the baby scared", Jazzy giggled, imitating a child. I swatted at her, "Let's just...finally go" I grumbled, reaching inside my bag to pull out my headphones. "Fine" they answered teasingly. While Jazzy was pulling out, I fastened myself and slid my headphones on. Bluetoothing them and unlocking my phone, I scrolled through my YouTube Music playlist finding the one named 'Bell Mix'. After that, I went back to the truffula trees and fairy floss. Just listening to my music and thinking about things. There were a couple times, where I thought I might get sick, but I had remembered my motion sickness bracelets. In your face! It's better to set out a little later, rather than having our vehicle reeking of my insides. 2 or 3 hours went by, or something. I'm not really sure, my brain doesn't really have a sense of time when I'm inside of it. We stopped to use the bathroom, get food and fuel at a gas station, maybe 2 hours away from the forest. "Can I, can I, can I, can I PLEASE?!?" I had been begging Jazzy to let me buy a bag of Haribo for 10 minutes now, and she was starting to break. I'm very persuasive as you find out, and I happen to be a very prominent weakness to many throughout my life. She finally gave in and I bounced away to the candy isle with glee and happily picked out a bag, promising to share. Jazzy just rolled her eyes and paid for our things. We trotted back to the car and continued our journey. It was nearing the end of 2pm when we finally arrived at the edge of the forest. It's lushes were absolutely perfectly splendid. The road continued for a hot minute, until it gave away to dirt and rocks. We didn't want to stray too far from the dirt road, so we slowly kept moving in until I suddenly exclaimed at the sight of a pretty little clearing. It had a few little bushes marking the edges, thick but soft looking grass, and a little dirt patch at one side that should be perfect for a firepit. We pulled over to take a look around, flattening a few bushes in the process. As soon as the truck came to a stop I shoved the door open and sprung down onto the flourishing forest floor. The first thing I did was take a deep breath to soak in the sweet scent of the untouched earth. I reached up, stretching and cracking a few of my bones in the process. Then I raced through the trees and undergrowth, toward the beautiful glade. It felt so nice to get away from civilization, I had always loved

getting away like this. Being able to recharge away from annoying people and sounds, my fears of the night were long forgotten. I was two steps away from the grass when I suddenly tripped over something. Tumbling forward and scratching my cheek. I landed on my face, but on the bright side it was luckily with no rocks around. The dirt however spared me at nothing, crawling into my fresh scrapes, was a sharp and quick stinging as I grabbed my face. "Seriously Y/N, we haven't even completely left the car yet and you've already managed to hurt yourself" Jazzy declared. Danny chimed in, "Did you hurt yourself at all?". Quickly inspecting myself, I responded "Yes, a tiny bit on my cheek, hands and knees", I could hear them muttering to themselves about how reckless I was sometimes. They started toward me and as I waited for them to catch up, I decided to look around and figure out where to put things for these next few days. While ogling the decently wide stretch that was conveniently shielded by a mighty sugar maple. I thought I saw something in the undergrowth a few meters away from me. I grabbed my glasses and narrowed my eyes, but right when I thought I saw whatever it was, two flashes shot in the opposite direction between the ferns and disappeared. They were kinda hidden but I could sorta make out one of the shapes was darker and slightly bigger. The other was a little bit easier but still was difficult, it was kinda brown, or maybe reddish? At that moment I felt two hands on my shoulders, "Let me see", it was Jazzy. She inspected my injury. "It'll be fine, just wash it off", "Okie-Dokie-Artichokie", she laughed and ruffled my hair. I gazed back at where I saw the two shapes but not even the bushes were still moving. "Hey!" I cocked my head back to the voice "Can you help me?" Danny was struggling to unpack from the back. "Sure thing Danny-O" I quickly stood up, maybe a little too quick. My vision went funny and I almost stumbled. "Oh my god Y/N! Be careful!" Jazzy scolded, "My bad!" I was a little all over the place at the moment. Finally we were on this trip! I mean, I waited 6 months for this and it's finally here! I'm not all childish, I'm actually very 4D. I'm just really excited okay? I more carefully walked back to the truck, where Danny was struggling to keep ahold of what appeared to be the tent. Over the course of the next hour and a half we set up everything. Goofing around and laughing. Danny had been pulling too hard on our sleeping bags, to wedge them out of the trunk. And had accidentally fallen onto the slightly wet dirt, causing a very prominent brown streak across his gray sweatpants and sky blue tie dye hoodie. I was currently on my way to find the stream that is supposably close by, with a screenshot of google maps and a compass. Service wasn't exactly a 5 star out here, but I didn't mind too much. I brought a portable WiFi router with me, so if Jason Vorhees just decided to pull one, we could call for help. Every so often I would hang a wooden heart ornament on one of the tree's branches, so if this was the correct way then we would never get lost. Also so that I didn't get lost right now. I had been making these last night, for these exact reasons. I swear only dumb people don't mark their surroundings, this is one of the main reasons why people disappear and are never found or get lost. There are no traces of where they've been, like these fruit loops really-...... After about another 20 meters I started hearing the sounds of water. It became louder and louder really quickly. Is there a waterfall here? I pondered, while quickening my pace with curiosity. 35 seconds later I came across a thinning in the trees and beyond a clear water stream. I finally broke out of the shelter provided from the thick leaves, the sun kissed my skin with it's warm touch. I looked around and sure enough, there was a small waterfall that looked straight out of a fairytale. It had multiple uneven levels, with smoothed boulders everywhere. And to top it all off, it had little water plants scattered around it. Absolutely

beautiful.... I scanned around and spotted a few giant boulders poking into the stream. I carefully picked my way over to them, clutching onto Danny's muddy clothes. Hopping onto the sunlight warmed stones, I positioned myself perfectly so that I could reach the water but wouldn't fall in. I reached into my pocket for my zip lock of natural soap, of course I didn't want to hurt this literally untouched land. I leaned down to dunk the fabric into the stream's crystal-like water and kneaded the brown smudge. It was decently cold, just perfect for a stream. I turned back to the small bag with a green bar wrapped with brown paper and a little herb decoration. I unzipped it and reached for a tiny hand towel I brought with me so that I would have a better grip on the soap, even if I got wet. After dunking the clothes in I took the bar of soap and swiped it all over. I dipped it into the water once to help the bubble come, then I started aggressively rubbing it. Once the outfit was foaming with suds, I slapped it into the brook. Holding onto the sleeve I rub it harshly all over to get the stains out. It was relatively still easy because the events of cause were only moments before. I was starting to disappear into my thoughts, getting deeper and deeper and deeper....... And just then a crash and from the trees, followed by snarls and barks. I was so lost in my thought that this jolted me into the canal. The water suddenly became ice cold, my scream had been washed away. A surge of water filled my lungs from the way my mouth was open to yelp. I could still hear the sounds of fighting every so often, when I would surface. My head was hurting, my skin was stinging and my lungs were screaming. Someone.....please help..... It was hurting so much, I was trying not to panic. So I could find the surface and get back to shore. I would break through it's crisp arctic clutches every so often and would cry out for help but then get cut off by the now frosty darkness. I was giving up to the stream and submitting to the coldness. Letting it swallow me whole. I was numb, I couldn't feel my body being thrown around anymore, Is this how my story ends? No! I don't want to! I still have things to do! I need to graduate, and find my passion! I need to find a man who will love me as much as I do! I need to birth young and care for them! I want to grow old with my partner happily! I can't die yet! I just can't! But it was just so cold. I had stopped moving violently, so I guess I had been poured into a lake or something. I didn't care anymore. My blood felt frozen, I couldn't even bend a finger. That's when I felt a force near me, it parted the waters. Moving me in a different direction with its power. Then not long after I felt something grab hold of me in an awkward way. I was starting to be pulled into another direction, as the water streamed around, parting to let me and whatever that was saving me through. Then I broke through the surface and that was the last thing I felt before slipping into a comfy unconsciousness.

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lacheri · 3 years ago

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ship your moots!

GLADLY I WILL! 💕 (this is just a list of mootz off the top of my head! if I didn’t include you it’s not personal I promise 🥰 I just have a squirrel brain) ((I might do some matchups in the future this was a lot of fun to write!! and I know I missed a bunch of moots ): maybe next milestone I’ll do it ahhh))

@onwiings — I honestly cannot decide between Eren or Levi, so, I ship Len in a poly relationship with the both of them. the depth of Len’s soul is vast and never ending and such a perfect match for Levi, but her Aries childlike curiosity and humor is so Eren it’d be a crime to ignore their chemistry. Levi is so well equipped to take on the brat taming, (as is Len OOOOOH) and Eren is the biggest brat of them all.

I’m visualizing the three of them walking down a farmer’s market placed in the street in their favorite city to visit on vacation. Levi with his usual sour stoic expression acting like he’s not beaming with happiness while Eren and Len can’t stop giggling at pointing at stalls they want to visit. Len is immediately drawn into some stand selling homemade soaps, and Eren is utterly confused by the names. “What the fuck does watermelon lavender even smell like? THIS MAKES NO SENSE!” and Levi is like, “You’re an idiot. If she wants to buy it, let her.” “BUT IT MAKES NO SENSE—“ “LEN WILL BUY IT IF SHE PLEASES.” and Len is like 🧍��‍♀️ I just wanted to smell wtf

@ryukatters — I know you want me to pick Eren. you don’t even know I’m writing this and I can feel you screaming at me to pick Eren.

HOWEVER, I’M NOT GOING TO SHIP YOU WITH ANY EREN JUST WALKING DOWN THE STREET, I CARE ABOUT YOU TOO MUCH. so, SIMP EREN!!! wholesome SWEET Eren!!

I already wrote this, but Eren playing guitar by a bonfire on a beach with Kat. just the two of them as they goof around, utterly and completely in love with each other. Aries and Aries energy is so silly, so pure. (the fights I won’t get into but they’re stubborn af but just refer to feral on this one) just complete GOOFBALLS! Eren also buys matching hand cuff bracelets that say “partners in crime” because you’re really his best friend. he just loves you with his whole heart. BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS TROPE!!!

Eren is so sweet, but he’s especially sweet for you. he truly, utterly, and completely adores you. you’re his favorite girl, the only one in the world he sees. and he cannot wait to see you in that pretty white dress walking down the aisle one day. (he’s had the ring picked out from the second he met you)

@mochi-vulpine — my dear sweet Mochi. sweet, lovable, silly Mochi. evil laughter.

ONLY. and I mean ONLY, am I not shipping you with Erwin because I want to see you torture Levi. I want front row tickets to see you sabotage his tea stash, that toilet paper prank you told me about, EVERYTHING. enemies to lovers. I think you’d bring out the fun side of Levi, a playful innocence he was neglected of in his childhood. you’d make life fun, no matter how inconvenient your pranks would be. and he’ll never admit it, but he genuinely looks forward to see what you do next. if you skip a day, do absolutely no hi-jinx’s or shenanigans, Levi is so concerned and even disappointed. he’s checking everywhere — surely he had missed whatever you’d planned for him? when he discovers nothing, he’s high tailing it to come and find you. you’re just hanging out, in bed maybe drawing something.

“What’s wrong with you?” you’re so confused, “What are you talking about? I’m literally fine?” “Don’t lie to me.” “LEVI I’M LITERALLY JUST LAYING HERE WHAT’S YOUR DEAL?” and he gets all flustered, and he BLUSHES. “Nothing. Go back to what you were doing.”

“You missed me, didn’t you?” “Shut up.” “I hid your paperwork, you have 24 hours to find it, or else all the nails in your desk disappear.” “GOD FUCKING DAMMIT—“

@astridthevalkyrie — ngl, I’m really struggling to pick someone. just because you could fit so well with so many of the aot people. but, I just remembered you begging for a certain anon, and a few ideas popped into mind. so, I’m shipping you with Petra.

Astrid just genuinely cannot believe someone like Petra exists, you immediately fall in love with her courage, her innate glow of confidence. and the more you get to know her, you fall in love with her sweetness, she’s so nurturing and caring. her smile brightens her entire face, and you swoon. and she’s in the exact same state of mind.

because you are so SMART, so intelligent and have so many interests and hobbies. Petra will keep a list of them all, even if they don’t fancy her interest. she’ll ask questions, implore you to explain why exactly you love that color you do, why that’s your favorite animal. Petra will curl up in the couch with you, snuggle deep into the blankets, and watch whatever you have on the TV. even if it’s the 4th season of whatever, even if she’s never seen a single episode. she’ll gently poke your side, give you a confused look, and smile so big when you start explaining the backstory.

and while I think Petra is incredibly sweet and gentle, if someone ever dared to insinuate even a hint of disrespect towards you, they’d be laid out on the floor before they could even think about finishing their sentence.

@bagsyy — like there’s any other answer but Jean. perfect boyfriend Jean. he loves Cass, so much it scares him sometimes. he feels so safe, so secure with you. Cass is his HOME. the only person in the world he trusts enough to completely open up to, share his darkest thoughts and deepest feelings.

manifesting you and Jean laying side by side in bed together, connected by your intertwined hands as you just talk. as soon as he closes his mouth, you crack a joke to lighten to mood, and he just laughs. laughs harder than he ever has before, because you get him. you understand him, you see him. he never ever doubts your loyalty, your intentions. and you never doubt his.

true love. soul mates. twin flames. the kind of love your childlike self imagined when you were young and innocent. Jean is your Prince Charming.

@liashideout — Armin. Armin Armin Armin. he would find you so completely fascinating. asks to hear about every opinion you could possibly have. plans extravagant dates, maybe not in price but in sentimental value. you want to go out shopping? he’s taking you to the biggest shopping center he can find, even if it’s like a 2 hour drive. you want to go to the museum? good because he already bought tickets and planned the entire day down to your snack breaks. you just want to hang out at home and watch movies? he was already on his way over with your favorite ice cream, your favorite snacks, and has a takeout delivery in route to your house.

Armin the sweetest boy, Armin who wears his heart on his sleeve. he will support you 1000% in any single thing you do, and will go out of his way to make sure you accomplish your goals. and he’s so attentive. can figure out your mood in a split second, you almost think he can read your mind. YOU GUYS NEVER FIGHT BECAUSE OF THIS! argue or disagree, yes, but full on fighting? he’s too empathetic for that, and harsh words never go anywhere. he’s there to protect you, to guide you. to bask in your warmth and your smile. there are no bad days with him, and he makes it his mission to spend every moment with you like it’s his last.

#nonnie 🖤#ask gamez #cherieanswers #mootz 🖤

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amerrierworld · 4 years ago

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Mine

Ocean’s 8 fan fiction

For anon!

Summary: Lou doesn’t like people touching things that belong to her. A flirt at the bar learns this quickly, and so do you.

Characters: Lou x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,131

Warnings: smut! possessive Lou >:)

“Hey, Dan, pass me another, will you?”

“Sure thing, Y/N.”

Dan the bartender slid a shot your way and you smiled gratefully. You’d gotten to know him pretty well the last little while, since you often popped by Lou’s club to get a drink as she was finishing off work, and Dan often helped you out.

When he disappeared to the other end of the bar to help some drunk girls who were having the time of their life, you barely noticed a guy sliding in the seat next to you until he spoke to you.

“Hey there,” he said. You shot a side way glance at him as you finished your shot. You recognized him a little but didn’t know who he was. He seemed enough of a regular as you saw him wave at Dan.

“Hey yourself,” you bit out politely.

"You come here often? I’ve seen you around,” the man commented.

You snorted, knowing he was stating the obvious.

“What about it?” you asked. You rolled your neck, wondering what was taking Lou so long.

“Just makes a guy wonder, y’know. You always come here alone, it seems.”

But I never leave alone, you thought.

“You’ve been watching me, huh?” you asked, shifting a little.

“Well, I mean, a pretty girl like you can’t be single can she?” he continued. He seemed cute to an extent, you admitted, but you felt sorry for him barking so far up the wrong tree without realizing it.

“I’m sorry, honey,” you drawled. “My girlfriend’s coming to get me any second.”

He barely shrugged at the comment, and instead came closer, suddenly making your skin crawl.

“You know what they say, you just haven’t found the right man,” he flashed a disgusting smile and his hand landed on yours. Alarm bells went off in your head.

“No, I really don’t think that’s the case,” you replied quickly.

“Well then, can I join you both?” he winked, apparently to seem smooth, but failing miserably. You yanked your hand back as Dan came back towards you two.

“Hey man, settle down. She’s a friend of ours here and I don’t think she’s appreciating you coming on so strongly,” he said carefully, cleaning a glass.

“Oh, come now, Dan, we’re just getting to know each other,” he smiled again and wrapped an arm around you, making your head reel in disgust, gripping your shot glass. Dan looked ready to punch him,

A strong hand suddenly yanked his grip off of you and the creepy bar guest came face to face with Lou. Her look was smouldering, as always, but there was a fire in her eyes.

“Kindly remove your hands from my girlfriend,” she growled. “And remove yourself from my club.”

“Pfft, who are you, lady? The assistant manager?”

“Dan, can you get this man out of here and make sure he never comes back?”

“You got it, boss.”

Within seconds Dan and one of the security guards had the offender out of your sights, no questions asked. No hustle, no fuss. The man could barely stand as he got off the stool, and seemed a lot more intoxicated than he did at first.

You watched as he stumbled out of the bar, out of sight.

“Creeps, eh?” you tried to laugh it off, but the way Lou’s jaw was set and her hands were twitching made you worried.

“Hey,” you said, reaching to hold her arm. “It’s okay.”

“I saw him touch you,” she said lowly, staring you down, “as I was coming over here. I wanted to rip his head off.”

“I’m surprise you didn't,” you joked again. “But it’s fine now. Dan was looking out for me, too.”

She stepped closer to you and tipped your chin up with a forefinger and thumb.

“I don’t like when people touch things that belong to me,” she growled. You shivered at the tone in her voice. “I don’t share.”

You swallowed, recognizing the look in her eye. She was angry, not at you, but jealous and worried about others swarming you when you were hers and she wasn’t there. It set off her dominant side like a rocket, and you felt yourself getting warm at the possessive hold she had on you.

“Wanna go home?” you murmured, hoping to lighten the mood. Lou slowly shook her head and your stomach dropped in anticipation. She had a plan.

Without a word, Lou tugged you off your seat and pulled you away from the bar. She led you up stairs and down a hallway to a small office. Lou’s office.

Yanking you inside, Lou locked the door behind you, muffling the club’s music enough for you to hear the thumping in your ears.

She approached you slowly, and your hands itched at your sides to reach and touch her. But you knew better than to take the lead at moments like this.

“I hadn’t seen you all day,” she begins, standing a hair’s breadth away from you. “And I finally get to look for you, only to find you flirting with a man at my own bar.”

“I wasn’t flirting-,” you began, scoffing. She pressed a finger to your lips.

Don’t argue with me.

Your gaze flickered down and you fell quiet. Her lips tugged into a devilish smirk.

“Now what am I going to do with you?” she said in a hushed voice. “Teach you a lesson?”

You could barely breathe as her hands started nudging you to the edge of her desk, your butt hitting the edge with a soft thud.

“Or maybe I should remind you who you really belong to, hm?”

You bit your lip as you blushed, trying not to smile at Lou’s dominance. You knew she loved playing this game. But you also knew she wasn’t like this all the time. You’d seen her tied up, begging you for an orgasm. You’d seen her covered in sweat, holding you tightly and whispering sweet nothings until you both went over the edge.

Though dominant Lou wasn’t a rare sight, you still had trouble playing along. Well, at least for a little while at first. It never took you too long to fall in tandem with her taking charge.

“Spread your legs.”

The command was said dryly and your head swam. You did as she asked, bracing yourself against the desk and shuffling your feet to stand wider apart, the stretchy material of your pants allowing you a comfortable stance.

Lou watched you carefully, eyes trailing down your form before shrugging off her jacket, revealing toned arms. You licked your lips and her hand found your chin again.

“Eyes up here, babydoll.”

Her hand reached for the zip on your pants and undid them excruciatingly slowly. The music from the bar was still echoing through the door, muffled and hazy. Lou’s scent surrounded you and your eyes fell closed as a hand dipped inside your underwear, tracing lightly along your folds.

You moaned, head tipping back, but Lou tutted and removed her fingers. Her hands wrapped around you and hoisted you up on the desk, yanking off your pants and underwear, leaving you exposed and dripping on her wooden desk.

Fingers tugged off your shirt and unclasped your bra before you could blink and you were suddenly stark naked in front of Lou. Sweat had begun to trickle down your neck and Lou followed it with her eyes as it trailed down between your breasts. You shifted on your seat, uncomfortable with how hot and aroused you felt and wishing she’d do something.

“Such a pretty little thing,” she purred, fingers trailing down your thigh. Your breath hitched, nails digging into the wood.

“Too bad he’ll never get to see you like this, huh?”

Her grin was wide as she got down on her knees and pulled you closer to the edge, teeth attacking the sensitive skin of your thighs. You gasped and couldn’t resist your hands flying down to grasp her bleached locks.

Lou stood up again and pinned your hands above your head, firmly. She pulled off her skinny tie and wrapped it securely around your wrists. A finger trailed down your neck and swirled around a hardened nipple. You mewled and bucked your hips, finding friction against Lou’s clothed thigh and trying to start a rhythm to find relief of some sort.

“No touching, baby,” she said as she stared you down, writhing against her. “You’ll do as I say.”

Iron hands found your thighs and stilled them before she sank back down to the floor. Lips teased along your folds, sucking and nipping at sensitive, swollen flesh. You cried out at the sensations.

“Please,” you murmured softly, not sure if you were allowed to beg.

“Oh, you want relief sweetie? Tsk, too bad. I’m going to have some fun with you first.”

Her mouth continued an onslaught on your legs, sucking bruises on your thighs and the sensitive inside of your knees and coming back up with light kisses that drove you mad. She was still fully clothed, and the rattling of her many bracelets as her hands scratched down your hips made your head spin.

“Now, who do you belong to, baby?” Her breath hit your clit and you lost all ability to speak. “Best answer quickly, otherwise this’ll be very disappointing for you.”

“Ah! Nng, y-you,” you breathed as her tongue swiped up your cunt.

“Say that again?” Fingers found your clit and rubbed, hard.

“Fuck, you, Lou. I-I belong to you,” you whined, hips bucking up to her face.

“Good,” she growled, teeth digging into your thigh. “And don’t you fucking forget it, sweetheart.”

Two fingers slid inside and curled up as her mouth began suckling at your clit. You gasped loudly, trembling as she fucked you. She quickened her fingers and pulled away to come up and hover over your face.

“You know, anyone who works around here could be passing by my door and hearing you moan like a little slut. Maybe even the guests in the club.”

Her blue eyes twinkled down at you. Your mouth dropped open as you felt a third finger enter you.

“They can all hear you beg and scream at how I’m fucking you. Realizing how you’re mine and mine alone. And that no one can ever touch you again, understood?”

You nodded meekly, your mouth dry. Her lips crashed down onto yours as her other hand came to rub your clit at a feverish pace.

“I. Don’t. Share,” she whispered against your lips with sharp thrusts at each word. “Say you’re mine, Y/N.”

“I’m yours,” you said. Her head disappeared down between your legs again, hands and mouth working to make you come undone.

“Fuck! I’m yours, Lou. Only yours,” you babbled. “God, I’m close. Lou, please don’t stop. Please- that feels so good.”

With a firm hold on your clit with her lips and fingers curling up inside you, you came with a loud cry. Your hips stilled for a moment before spasming as jolts of pleasure shot through you. Lou held her position firmly, not moving until you had calmed.

You were covered in sweat and shaking. Lou pulled you up to sit on the desk, undoing the tie and letting you wrap your arms and legs around her.

“I’m yours, I’m yours,” you continued muttering into her neck, breathing heavily.

“Good girl,” she cooed, pulling back to swipe hair out of your face and kiss you sweetly on the forehead. Her hands rubbed up and down your back, strong and warm.

“You’re mine, always. And any scumbag who comes in the way of that will suffer the consequences.”

You giggled, kissing Lou on the mouth firmly. “They wouldn’t know how to touch me like you do.”

Lou gazed at you with warmth in her eyes but a firm grip on your waist. “No they wouldn’t. Don’t forget it, darling.”

“Of course not,” you said. “Though... you might have to remind me once in a while.”

Lou hummed and tugged you off of the desk to hold you properly and kiss you everywhere she could. “That can be arranged.”

You sighed at her warm touch, filling your body with a wonderful, hazy feeling.

“Let’s get you dressed, and let’s go home,” she said, reaching to grab your discarded clothes from the desk and floor. “I’ve had enough of this club for one night.”

She helped you into your clothes, as you were still a bit shaky. As you were shuffling out the door and she locked the office you pulled her against you to kiss her again. Lou moaned into your mouth and you grinned.

“Lou?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I love you.”

She smiled at you, sated and anger long forgotten.

“I love you too.”

A/N: Smuuuuuut. I’m planning to make the next request (submissive Lou x you) a sequel to this one cause I thought both prompts work really well together :3 hope you liked it folks, and thanks for coming ;) and happy pride month <3

#lou x you #lou miller x you #lou miller #lou miller x reader #lou x reader #cate blanchett #oceans 8 #oceans 8 fanfic #oceans8 #wlw #lgbt #lgbtq #lgbtqia #smut #merry writes

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deniigi · 4 years ago

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MORE POLYCULE SHIT

here this is mostly Sam/Ned from Matt’s POV. (this piece assumes Matt didn’t know about the negotiations until later)

Title: soda bottles

Summary: Matt finds out about Sam’s involvement with Ned and then with Peter’s polycule. He tries to talk to Sam about it, but fails. On like, every front.

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The apprentice told him to stay out of his room and his life and his business and he should have known better by now, truly.

Matt knew that voice. And he also knew that what Sam, Samuel, Sammy-my-darling was doing right now at this present moment was giggling.

Unacceptable. There would be no joy in this house.

Matt removed himself from the door and declared war in silence.

---

The dogs were instrumental in luring Samuel out to open space. And by luring, Matt meant knocking on his bedroom door with leashes in hand and asking Sam if he wanted a walk.

In no time Matt had zero leashes and zero dogs and, while he was at it, zero apprentices.

In fact, he had been abandoned.

In his own house.

Again.

How did this keep happening?

---

Foggy told Matt to let Sam have his little crush on Ned. Ned was a good boy. Foggy had maintained this for years. He skirted around the fact that he’d grabbed Ned’s shoulders when he was 17 and had told him to stare him in the eyes and to never fall in love with his best friend.

Matt pointed this out to him and got a pillow to the face, then a huff and an uncalled-for reminder that he was a fucking idiot and no one loved him.

This was Foggy’s love language though, so Matt didn’t take it to heart. Instead, he abandoned him for the only person in the world who truly understood him.

Jenn.

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Jenn had to spend fifteen minutes cooing over the fact that Matt had acquired an apprentice and then she had to spend another ten being an asshole about it and then she spent a solid 5 making dad jokes at him when he tried to talk and so he waited until she was done with her cackling and personal jabs.

She told him that it was cute that Peter’s bestie was gushing over Matt’s apprentice.

She told him that he should be happy for them.

And Matt was. Happy for them, that is.

He was thrilled.

Sam’s track record with long-term partners, as far as Matt could tell, was a solid nil for nil. The boy refused to be attached to anyone, which Matt totally got.

But it was like standing by, watching your own young moronic self making a series of unfortunate decisions that were not only whole unnecessary, but also had solutions within easy reach, like headstones in a damn cemetery.

Sam had a string of guys and girls that he’d picked up at clubs and bars and fuckin’ hipster literature readings downtown who were literally, actually falling over themselves to be with him. And he texted them and laughed about them and joked with Leilani and Achara about them, and then never spoke of them ever again.

Matt got it, okay?

He’d been that guy.

Maybe a little more on the jock side of things and maybe a little less, say, refined than Sammy—but he still got it. A slightly longer relationship was good for Sam. And Ned was a good egg—no, a great egg.

But he just couldn’t shake this feeling, Jenn.

He didn’t even know what it was, but it made him paranoid and want Sam to go back to the self-destructive nonsense, because at least Matt knew what that felt like. He could push back against that after dumping the kid out of the ring in training.

“Matty,” Jenn said affectionately, “You’re trying to protect Sam, Ned, and Peter. But you don’t have to do that. They’re all grown. Let them make their decisions.”

Ooooohohoho

How dare she.

Matt knew they were grown. Sam was nearly 25. Peter was almost 27—oh god, Peter was almost 27. FUCK. Jesus. Lord. Someone—Christ.

Sammy was a baby.

He couldn’t be playing with these big kids, he’d have his heart broken.

What if Ned got bored of him, Jenn??

Matt couldn’t beat the shit out of Ned. Ned was a good boy. And Peter would lose his damn gourd and that was how Matt would end up under two tons of concrete and rebar with an angry spider perched on top, stomping and spitting.

“Matt,” Jenn said soothingly. “Peter learned how to be polyamorous from you, dear heart.”

Oh shit.

Oh right.

Oh no.

“I’ve gotta go,” Matt said. “Lovely talking to you, next time you’re in town, come around for a foursome or a twosome or a three if Kirsten’s down—okay BYE.”

Jenn laughed at him when he hung up.

Matt clutched at his chest.

---

He’d inadvertently taught Peter what polyamory looked like by flinging himself down on many disgusting surfaces and moaning and writhing in agony and despair about Foggy being monogamous and everyone in the world being unspeakably brilliant and strong and no-doubt gorgeous.

Fuckin’ Kirsten.

Fuckin’ Wade.

Fuckin’ Karen.

And Heather and Marci and ONE TIME ONLY Frank.

UGH.

Disgusting. Matt needed Lysol to scrub that moment of weakness from his brain.

The point was that he’d been a chump, and baby Peter had observed these various moaning sessions and had apparently, at some point, started taking notes.

Gah.

Peter. Why?

Stop loving your friends. Stop copying me. Get your own breakdown material.

Uuuuuuugh.

Okay, okay. Rally, Murdock. It’s fine.

This is simply a conversation to have with Sammy about how to negotiate such--hng. Actually maybe this was a Kirsten conversation.

---

He went to visit Kirsten.

He got a little distracted because Kirsten was Kirsten and she required thorough smelling and like, minimum two kisses and she deserved to have at his bare chest if she wanted it—who was he to deny her—THE POINT.

The point. Was.

That he told Kirsten about things and she told him not to talk about work when she was taking her shirt off, and he told her to leave it on for just like, five minutes longer and that came out wrong and she was insulted and Matt had to backtrack for half an hour.

But he got there in the end, alright?

Kirsten said she didn’t know that Sam was polyamorous.

Matt said that he didn’t know if he was, but he sure as shit was flirting with Ned like, constantly.

Kirsten said that that explained why Sam kept telling her that he couldn’t come to dinner with them because he already had a date. Kirsten then went rigid and said, “Wait, you mean Ned-Ned?”

Yes.

Yes, Matt did.

“Oh.”

Correct reaction.

“Is that—do you think that’s –hm.”

Correct reaction maintained and appreciated. Matt no longer felt like a monumental ass.

“That might be a little, uh, cuttin’ it close there,” Kirsten said. “Does Peter know?”

Presumably. Ned couldn’t lie for shit.

“Maybe we should ask Peter what the negotiations there are. He’s pretty on top of that stuff.”

Shockingly, that was true.

Good plan.

“If Sammy’s gonna get involved with them, then he should at least know what he’s getting into,” Kirsten said.

Yes, but also—why is this feeling happening, Kirsten, beloved life partner number 2?

“Oh, that? That’s called ‘you’re a territorial dick,’” Kirsten said. “Get over yourself.”

“But he’s 24,” Matt said. “A child.”

“He’ll be twenty-five in a few months, Matthew,” Kirsten said. “That’s bad-decision-making prime-time. This is inevitable. My concern is that he’s not going into a relationship with Ned, thinking that he’s the primary partner there.”

Okay, fair.

“Are we done with this conversation now?”

Yes.

“Thank god. I hate your dad impulses. Cleanse yourself of them and get on the bed.”

Would do.

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Kirsten made Matt call Peter and be awkward for the both of them which, Matt would like it stated for the record, was extremely unfair and manipulative of her.

Peter told him that Sam was fine.

Peter told him that he and Sam had maybe fooled around a little bit without Matt and Foggy and Kirsten’s knowledge which was. Hm.

Troublemakers. Stop laughing, Franklin. This is nothing like the time we inducted Kirsten into our life and lied about it to everyone we knew for 3 years.

Nothing.

Peter thought not. Peter thought that Sam had told Matt about this whole thing. He then got a little huffy and said that Ned was the one who had swept Sam off his feet while Peter had been standing right there, man. As Spiderman. Primed for feet-sweeping.

That was satisfying.

Peter took the next ten minutes to complain about how Sam didn’t want to talk to him as much as he wanted to talk to Ned and how Ned was always begging off dinners with Peter and MJ to go have dinner with Sam and how Peter and MJ had to make do with Johnny in his absence.

Matt would never understand why Peter pretended that he and Johnny Storm were nothing more than fuck buddies, but okay, sure. If that’s what helps you sleep at night, little lion man.

Peter went on to say that the worst part of Sam and Ned’s mutual obsession was how fucking cute it was.

Disgusting, Peter maintained.

There were matching bracelets and drawn out decisions about matching sneakers. And there was nattering on until past midnight about Transformers lore and there was non-stop texting and complaints about various tools and coding languages and all this shit that Peter’s own flavor of nerd had diverged from about six years ago.

Kirsten made a little squeak that told Matt that she was highly entertained by Peter’s ‘complaints.’

It sounded more to Matt like Peter and MJ were hunkered down behind the couch, narrating all Ned’s behavior to Johnny (the totally uninvolved fuckbuddy) in whispers.

Foggy curled up on the edge of their own couch to muffle his wheezy giggles.

Exhausting.

The youth were exhausting. How had no one just shot Matt straight through the heart at 27?

“I will speak to Sam about emotional repression,” he promised Peter only to receive a “NO WAIT” from both him and, from the sound of it, MJ and (only fuckbuddy) Johnny a little ways away.

Peter hurriedly explained that Sammy was really shy and skittish about being around their polycule and had just connected with Ned as the least threatening member and it had taken ages, so please don’t say anything and destroy all of the rest of their hard work.

This hit a strange note.

Foggy and Kirsten weren’t snickering anymore either.

Sam?

Wasn’t?

Shy?

Like, if anything, Sammy was shameless. Always lying in people’s laps and snatching their open hands to swing back and forth.

Sure, he was teasing. But shy? Shy?

Sam was sick.

“No,” Peter said. “Double D, he’s not sick.”

Very sick. Terminally ill.

“DD. He’s not sick.”

Bullshit. Matt was taking him to the doctor. Too bad, Sam. You couldn’t avoid it forever.

“Matt. He’s just. Emotionally. Repressed. You should recognize it because its your whole way of being.”

Wow, hadn’t this conversation been going on for a while now? Time to go.

“MATT. Leave him alone,” Peter said. “I’m looking after him, okay? Chill.”

Chill. Yes. Okay, fine. Matt would chill.

For now. Goodbye, Peter.

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Matt hadn’t chilled about anything in his life and he didn’t intend to start now. So instead he confronted the apprentice.

The apprentice leaned very hard against his door and told Matt that he would rather die than speak of such things, so Matt told him to bare his neck.

Sammy was convinced. But only just.

He made himself frighteningly small and grumpy on his bed and allowed Matt to sit only on the last four inches of it. Matt kind of wanted to take the opportunity to teach him how to hiss.

But alas. That was a skill for another time.

“I talked to Peter,” he said.

Sam mumbled.

“He says you’re shy. Are you feeling okay?”

Sam mumbled in a more prolonged, growly kind of way. He was muffled by something. Probably jeans. Or sweats. Hard to tell.

“Why are you being shy? We both know you’re not shy. Ned’s a nice boy,” Matt told him. “You can trust him.”

Sam jerked his body in some way strongly enough to make the bed shake.

Matt sighed.

“Sam,” he said.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Sam said.

“Listen, kid,” Matt said. “You’re gonna do what you want. You’re grown, those are your decisions to make. But if you’re ever uncomfortable or you want to spend time with one person in particular, you’ve gotta communicate that to the others. I know that’s not like, smoothly done or whatever. But it’s what you’ve gotta do in these kinds of relationships.”

Sam made an unhappy sound.

“I don’t want a relationship,” he said quietly.

Ehn.

Same, pal.

They’re a lot of work.

“They’re worth it,” Matt promised him. “And it’s okay to be a little in love, you know. I’m in love every day. It’s not shameful. You don’t have to hide it.”

Sam huffed.

“People’ll stare,” he finally said. “If we ever went out. People would stare.”

Ahhh.

“That’s what you think,” Matt said. “But then you go and do it and it turns out that no one actually cares. People are very self-centered, Sam. You spend all this time worrying about how others perceive you and, at the end of the day, 90% of people literally don’t care. You don’t have to talk to Ned in your room all the time.”

Sam did something with his body that concentrated it even further into a dense mass.

“I like him,” he admitted. “He’s nice.”

Matt hummed.

“He’s a peaceful person,” he said.

“He talks so I don’t have to,” Sam said.

Aw.

Matt felt across the bed and eventually found Sam’s cheek to pinch.

“So shy for such a loudmouth,” he teased.

Sam bit his hand. Matt snickered.

“It’s okay, when I met Fogs I was shy, too,” he said.

Sam grumbled.

“It’s true,” Matt said. “Could not fathom having another human around who I didn’t have to put on an act for.”

He waited.

Sam didn’t even seem to realize that his heart was slowing down.

“I don’t like talking all the time,” he said after a long few beats.

Matt ruffled his hair.

“Ned knows a lot about Star Wars,” he said.

“And computers,” Sam added.

“And code,” Matt said.

Sam’s foot shook a little. Matt schooled his face. Sam crunched into a tighter ball.

Adorable.

Matt got up.

“Long distance is rough,” he said. “Maybe you guys can watch a movie together.”

Sam made a disgruntled sound. Matt left him to be miserable.

---

“You’ve sure turned your opinion around.”

Yes, Husband. Matt had indeed. But that was because Sam was clearly and obviously suffering as a result of this crush, which was precisely where Matt needed him to be.

Misery was familiar. Resentment was nearly as good as spite in terms of skill development.

Dopey-ness was asking for trouble.

“Matt, you cannot be serious.”

Oh, but he could.

“Matthew, what did you tell that boy?”

Nothing he didn’t need to know.

Foggy abandoned him at the table. Matt sipped his coffee. It tasted oh-so-sweet.

---

Things did not change until Matt got a text from Peter that said simply ‘when the fuck is Sam’s birthday?’

In February. Why was he asking?

Peter said ‘damn. Okay, thanks.’

Peter then said that he’d seemed a little sad lately and Ned was freaking out about it and fixating, so they were collectively looking for an excuse to cheer Sam up a little.

Oh, Matt realized. No, that wasn’t sad.

The night nurse had given Sammy the good drugs after last week. He was high as a kite, bless him. Kept running into walls and shit. Matt had dragged him up out of the dog beds twice now.

He informed Peter of the damaged elbow and got nothing but keyboard smashes in return.

This was followed by Sam stumbling out of his room and half up the stairs to make pitiful sounds when he couldn’t make them stay still long enough to climb the rest of them. Foggy shook his head and told Matt to go “strap that kid to the bed, for god’s sake. He’s gonna tear more stitches. And go text for him before he drops his phone again.”

Sammy was coming along great.

He held his phone out to Matt when Matt came down to stand over him on the stairs.

“They’re yellin’,” he slurred.

Yeah, Matt figured.

“Bed,” he said.

“It’s too hot,” Sam said.

No, pathetic ball of humanity. That was the fever, bud.

“Open the window,” Matt said.

“I have a window?”

Bless.

“Up you go,” Matt said.

“DON’T TOUCH ME. Nooooo. Teach, noooooo.”

---

MM: Peter stop texting him. he can’t read his texts rn. Zero tolerance for opioids.

PP: for WHAT

MM: he’s fine. lightly stabbed. Fractured elbow.

MJ: MATT

MM: yes?

MJ: tell him to get better for us

NL: ;__; please?

MM: he will be fine. He’s supposed to be sleeping this off.

MJ: can you keep us updated?

MM: why

PP: he’s our partner?

MM: ?

MM: I thought he was Ned’s main

NL: AJDF:AKSDFJASDFa

NL: DOES HE TALK ABOUT ME??

MJ: dude

NL: my b my b sry sry

NL: does he talk about me DD?

MM: no

NL: cool cool cool that’s fine

PP: ned

NL: it’s casual that’s cool

MJ: oh my god

NL: it doesn’t mean anything. That makes sense.

MM: peter what is happening?

PP: ned has decided that no texting means that sam hates him and no longer wants to be part of our relationship

NL: TELL HIM IM SORRY

PP: remember how you told me I have rejection issues?

MM: Ned he’s fine. He’s not mad. He’s high.

NL: [pikawat.png]

MJ: *coughs*

NL: oh shit my bad. I mean.

NL: what do you mean?

MM: I mean he likes you. He just hates talking about weaknesses. Ergo he hates talking about you.

MJ: ah, yes. I see now. The superhero logic. The forest has reappeared before me.

NL: OWO

MM: what does this mean?

PP: it’s a face. Like a super interested cat

NL: shut up

NL: so he likes me back?

MJ: no

PP: no

MM: I presume so? I don’t know kid. I just said he doesn’t talk about it.

NL: DD I will pay you in computer repairs to find out for me

MM: to find out if Sam likes you??

NL: yes

MM: what part of his obsession is confusing you

MJ: ASHDAF:SDF

PP: harsh

NL: all of it.

NL: okay so here’s the thing. We got like, matchy matchy stuff, right? Cause that’s what couples do. But he never wears his?? And like, we’ve been playing these games online, like, trying to beat each other, but he just stops playing halfway through? And if we’re watching a movie, it’s fine for the first half, but then he gets quiet and I just end up nattering away about nothing for like an hour and I can’t read the silence DD. I can’t read it. And Peter’s a liar

PP: okay no it is WELL established that I can’t lie what are you even talking about

NL: and he keeps going on about how sam’s shy, but he’s NOT shy. And we were fine until this week, but like, obviously, he’s high and not reading his messages and stuff, but idk am I making this into a big deal? From your end?

MM: What was that face, Peter?

PP: OwO

MM: OwO

MJ: ASDFAeirwieawewdflajwe

MJ: NED LOOK WHAT YOU’VE DONE TO THE OLD MAN

NL: SHUT UP. DD, please. Help me. Should I apologize? Is he bored of me? Does he want more time with Peter?

PP: what

PP: no pal I’m just a piece of ass in this situ

MJ: as you should be

PP: awwww

MM: ned Sammy’s fine?

NL: omg ‘sammy’ that’s really cute do you think he’d mind if I called him that? You know. If he ever speaks to me again?

PP: DD just tell him everything is fine so we can all go to sleep without being woken up every 20 min for a crisis.

MM: I literally don’t know. He doesn’t talk about any of you.

NL: can you sneaky-ninja ask him?

Matt could not with these children. Sam’s heartbeat was evening out. He was nearly back to sleep. Matt’s back couldn’t take hauling him up off the stairs in another half an hour, so he was going to stay right where he was, that was for damn sure.

“Samuel, you are dating three different flavors of spazz,” he told him.

Sam wriggled over and snuffled into his duvet.

Matt decided that that was an affirmative.

MM: he says you’re all dramatic and to leave him alone to sleep.

NL: ;__;

PP: ned that is not rejection

NL: ok

MJ: this is embarrassing

NL: I’m just gonna crawl under the floorboards and waste away👍

PP: for fuck’s sake this is me-levels of drama

NL: DD can you tell him that if he’s ever down to just watch shit as friends that’s okay too?

MJ: NED. Matt’s literally out of this loop. And Sam’s probably unconscious.

MM: can confirm is now unconscious. I am exiting your drama.

PP: Dude remember when I said I was gonna drown myself in the sea? You are reaching those levels

NL: I JUST LOVE HIM

Oh, aw.

NL: And it’s okay if he doesn’t feel the same way, that’s okay, I just wanted to make sure he wasn’t like uncomfortable. I can text him less and let him do his work things and we don’t have to organize shit on the weekends. It’s totally fine

These fuckin’ kids.

Matt grabbed Sam before he cracked his head against the wall and felt around for something to put between his forehead and it.

He fumbled out his phone in the meantime.

“Samuel,” he said into it, “When you wake up, come upstairs before taking the next pill.”

---

Sam was in pain and grumpy as shit and his mood did not improve as he read through Matt’s messages.

“Two days and everyone loses their goddamn minds,” he said.

Pretty much.

“Ned loves you,” Matt teased.

“Ned needs one of those happy pills,” Sam deadpanned.

Hm. How about no?

Sam groaned and carefully melded himself to the table.

“Why don’t you wear the matchy-matchy stuff?” Matt asked, setting a bag of icy water on Sam’s shoulders. He made a soft sound of relief.

“I don’t want to get ‘em dirty,” Sam hummed.

Hm.

“Maybe if you wore them out a little bit, Ned would like that,” Matt offered.

Sam mulled this over.

“Nah,” he said. “I’ll just tell him I wear it to sleep.”

Matt was so proud.

He missed Foggy coming in halfway through that discussion.

He did not miss the lecture Foggy laid on both of them about lying to loved ones.

---

Matt decided that Sam was far, far more emotionally repressed than he’d given the kid credit for. He was tickled pink.

Kirsten and Foggy were not. They called this ‘concerning behavior’ that needed ‘to be monitored in case of hidden injuries and self-harm.’

And like, man, it was as if they’d hard experience with this shit or something.

Matt decided to bypass their waffling and cornered Sam by trapping him in his duvet and demanding to know if he was hiding any injuries or self-harm.

Sam told him to get out of his room. His heartbeat did not react to the accusations, but rather to Matt’s ‘giant, heavy, albatross body’ assaulting him in his safe place.

Matt decided that this was proof that the emotional repression was, as he had always argued, doing exactly what it needed to: making Sam three times more functional as a human being.

Foggy took from that explanation that Matt was lying to him again.

Which, like, obviously.

But did Foggy need to know any of that?

Fuck no.

Only happy times with Matt Murdock here.

Smiling was somehow the wrong answer.

Smiling resulted in yelling. And then lots of loud heartbeats. And then something that looked a little like a fight, probably, to people with working eyes. But Matt knew that it wasn’t that.

It was just Foggy being hurt that Matt couldn’t tell him that Foggy’s homesickness was digging holes in his own resolve and mental wellbeing.

Sam popped up when Foggy went to go lay down to calm down and asked if everything was okay.

Matt told him it was.

Sam’s heart was not convinced. It started beating faster somehow.

Matt fully anticipated the texts that arrived later that night.

---

PP: yo DD, you guys okay?

MM: why

PP: ‘cause Sam’s freaking out saying that you and Foggy were shouting again?

MM: ah

MM: no we’re okay. No biggie

PP: I smell bullshit

MM: carry on smelling then

PP: Matt do you ever think about how you’re like, an example to us all of how not to live?

MM: beg your pardon?

PP: I just mean like, you do shit and we all learn from your shit. Like, every day.

MM: ?

PP: Sam like dumped a pile of lies he’d been telling Ned in his lap and started crying for like half an hour and apologized for another 40 minutes and then hung up and won’t answer his phone.

MM: what was that face again? The cat one?

PP: OwO

MM: OwO

PP: lol

---

The apprentice was perhaps absorbing too much too fast. He flat out denied having had any emotional crisis.

His heart was dead even when he said it. He was getting too good at out-maneuvering that trick.

“Peter seems to think that you had one the other night,” Matt mused.

“Peter needs to mind his own business,” Sam sniffed.

Aha.

“You like Peter,” Matt pointed out.

“He’s fine,” Sam said.

“Fine or fine?”

“That’s nasty, Teach. Don’t be gross. That’s like your little brother.”

Oh, sure it was.

“If Peter is sussing out your lies, you’re not doing a good enough job,” Matt said. “What you need, kiddo, is an aura and a starting point.”

Sam paused in making a horrible grating noise with some tool in his hand.

“A starting point?” he asked.

Why yes, apprentice.

As in, if you start off with your walls up and don’t let them buckle so easily, so many of these problems can be avoided.

“Isn’t that, like, the opposite of what Foggy said to do?” Sam asked suspiciously.

Well, technically. The husband might be correct for normal humans, but they weren’t normal humans. And as much as Matt loved him and thought he was brilliant, Foggy would never truly grasp that Matt needed those lies.

He needed the repression. The bottling. The anger.

He needed all that shit to be shaken up in him and then capped by the helmet every night.

Doing that kept Matt safe. It kept others safe.

It wasn’t fun and it wasn’t pretty and yeah, Matt was pretty fucked up because of it.

But Stick hadn’t been wrong about everything.

Not even he could be wrong about everything.

“It’s called balance,” Matt said. “Think about it like this. You’re a teacher. You’re about to walk into a new class. You need to establish a respectful relationship between yourself and these kids. How do you do it? Do you start off nice? Or do you start off strict?”

Sam said nothing.

“I start off strict,” Matt said. “Because it’s infinitely easier to become nicer and to keep respect than it is to start off nice and get meaner.”

Sam processed this.

“This sounds like an anti-Foggy sentiment,” he said.

No. It wasn’t anti-Foggy. Nothing was anti-Foggy.

“It’s nuance,” Matt said. “Intrapersonal relationships? Minimal repression. Interpersonal relationships, maximum repression. Don’t give them something to use against you”

Sam’s teeth clicked together as he worked his jaw.

“Talk to Ned and Peter,” he said. “Walls up to everyone else.”

Everyone else. Yes.

“I can do that.”

Yeah, Matt knew. Sam did it to pretty much anyone he didn’t immediately take a liking to at the firm.

“I can do that,” Sam repeated.

Woah. Wait. Hold on there, slugger. Nuance, remember?

“I’m just gonna hate the entire world,” Sam said. “Thanks, Teach. That’s a big help.”

---

PP: Matt

MM: Peter

PP: you know that Sam fucks with you daily right?

MM: …I forget sometimes

PP: lol you guys are funny

That little shit. Fine.

Do whatever. See if Matt cared.

Goddamn kids and their goddamn love affairs.

Whatever. Fuck ‘em.

Let them learn the bullshit on their own time. Matt had better things to do.

---------------

Matt and Foggy and Kirsten have their own polycule goin on with folks entering and leaving it as need be. And sometimes you just have to make Sam/Ned content because it is unerringly adorable.

#ficlet #samuel chung #matt murdock #ned leeds #inimitable verse #but this isn't canon to the verse I'm just fuckin around #fic #don't mind me #just having a ball #how does one make a category on Ao3 that is just like I accidentally made my own spiderman verse #and now I want to write stories using those characters but not in that main arc #I JUST WANT TO PLAY IN THAT SPACE YALL

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cinnamon-roll-seth · 4 years ago

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Secret || Sarah Cameron x Maybank!Reader

Request: can u do a sarah one were the reader is a jj’s sister and kiaras best friend but she’s secretly dating sarah and then kiara and the pogues all find out and jj’s ok with it after understanding and u can do whatever with kie 😊

“God I could stay here forever,” You moan, digging your face into Sarah’s hair as the two of you cuddle on her large bed.

“I wish you never had to leave,” She agrees. You two had been dating for four months now and while neither of you were ashamed of the other you’d mutually agreed to keep it quiet for awhile.

“JJ gets home in an hour and he’s expecting me to be home. I can’t have Kiara cover for me again, she’s starting to get suspicious.” You loved your brother dearly but he was protective, especially since he’d practically been serving as your father figure for years. Your best friend Kiara had been covering for you a lot since you and Sarah had gotten together but she was starting to ask questions and you were afraid of how she would react if she knew the truth. Her and Sarah didn’t have the best relationship.

“Yeah Rafe will be home from golfing soon and if he spots you it’ll be hell on earth. No offense.” She apologizes at the end and you shrug. You didn’t blame her for her brother’s hatred for the pogues, especially your own brother.

“None taken. If any of my friends knew where I was right now they’d probably call me a kook sympathizer. Or a helpless victim,” You smirk while she slaps your shoulder playfully.

“They wouldn’t call you a victim if they heard how you were moaning my name twenty minutes ago.”

“No they’d just think I’d been brainwashed. The big bad Sarah Cameron got into my head and made me fall in love with her, oh no, the world is going to end.”

“Hey I’ll admit to that one. Now I get you all to myself,” She leans in and plants a sweet watermelon flavored kiss on your lips.

“I could do that all day,” You smile when you pull away but then frown, “But unfortunately I have to leave.”

“So soon?” She pouts as you stand up and start gathering your things.

“Babe believe me. If I didn’t have to go I wouldn’t be. I’ll be back at 9AM on Saturday, JJ’s working another double.” You lean down and give her another kiss and when you pull away she reaches over on her dresser to grab the expensive diamond bracelet that she always wore. It was practically pocket change to her but you’d have to save up for at least a year to be able to afford it.

“Will you wear it?” She asks, pleading up at you with her big brown eyes that you could never resist.

“I wouldn’t want to loose it,” You reply but sigh when she pouts, “If I loose this it’s on you.” You warn, slipping the expensive jewelry over your wrist.

She shrugs, “My dad gave it to me to make up for marrying Rose back before I was able to tolerate her. Do you have any idea how many ‘makeup’ gifts he’s gotten me?”

“I have an idea. I have nothing to give you of mine though.”

“Oh don’t worry. I already took my little souvenir,” She winks as she lifts up her shirt to reveal your lacy red bra covering her chest.

“Sarah Cameron you sneaky little shit,” You smirk as she laughs and pulls her shirt back down.

“I guess you’ll have to leave the girls out.”

“Yeah well me and the girls need to leave. I guess I’ll just have to take this.” You grab one of her sweatshirts off the chair next to her dresser and pull it over your head.

“Oh so my plan failed. Well if you insist. Text me later?” You nod and the two of you kiss one last time before you climb out her window and make the way towards your house.

Sometime along the way you get a text from Kie telling you everyone is meeting up at John B’s so you change your direction, walking towards the chateau. Eventually you start to get hot and, deciding that nobody is around to see your braless chest, pull off the hoodie and tie it around your waist.

When you receive another message stating that JJ is pissed and demanding to know where you are you start to speed up until you’re walking up the front steps of the house, completely forgetting to put the hoodie back on. Not that it matters, all the guys have seen you shirtless at some point anyway (it’s a long story).

You step inside the porch, immediately seeing your brother’s angry face staring back at you, “Where the hell have you been all day?”

“I- um-“ You look back at Kie to silently ask what excuse she told him. She mouths ‘sorry’ as JJ waves his hand in front or your face.

“Don’t look at her. Did you forget that I got off early today? I’ve been off work for hours Y/N. So again, where the hell have you- are you not wearing a bra? What the hell Y/N, were you out screwing someone?!” You push past him into the house.

“It’s none of your damn business where I was JJ. I’m here now aren’t I?” You pull the hoodie off your waist and toss it on the couch before sitting down and leaning back, closing your eyes.

“It is my business because I’m trying to keep you safe! It’s my responsibility as your older brother to- Y/N what the fuck is this?” You open your eyes and they quickly widen as you see what JJ is holding in front of you.

Sarahs hoodie. You didn’t realize before that it was one of her old ones from when she played volleyball and mentally curse yourself as you read ‘Cameron’ on the back in big bold lettering.

“Are you macking Rafe Cameron?! You better not be!” He yells angrily as you stand up and yank the piece of clothing out of his hands.

“Hell no! Are you crazy?!” You yell back.

“Then why the hell do you have a sweatshirt that says Cameron on the back?! Where the hell did that bracelet come from?”

“Oh my god,” Kiara breathes, stepping forward to inspect the diamonds around your wrist, immediately recognizing them, “It’s not Rafe. It’s Sarah.”

“What?” JJ steps back. Kiara was the only person who knew you were bisexual.

“Are you macking Sarah?” Kiara asks.

“Kie-“

“Just tell me Y/N. Are you macking Sarah Cameron?”

“No- yes- it’s not like that. Me and Sarah are together. Like dating.” You finally admit, staring down at the ground.

A look of betrayal comes over her face and she steps back in shock. JJ’s eyes widen as he steps forward in her place. Even John B and Pope who’d been standing off to the side watching had looks of shock on their faces.

“You’re-? Why didn’t you tell me? How long?” Your brother asks.

“Bisexual...I wasn’t ready to tell anybody. Sarah and I have been together for four months.”

“Four months?! You’ve been dating a kook for four months and didn’t tell any of us?!” John B asks.

“Yeah what happened to no secrets between pogues?” Pope continues.

“Sarah Cameron? God Y/N, what were you thinking?! You’re not dating a kook you, you’re dating the god damn kook princess! The Camerons are the worst ones!” JJ yells.

“Well maybe if you all weren’t so judgemental I would’ve told you sooner!” You yell at them angrily. You weren’t about to let them hate on your girl because they had problems with kooks.

“Sarah is nothing like Rafe or any of the other kooks. She’s kind and caring and she doesn’t hate on people simply because of what side of the island they come from. God I’m ashamed of all of you. I thought you guys were better then this.” They all look down at the ground for a moment until JJ speaks up.

“Is she good to you? Are you happy?”

You nod, “Very. I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.”

He sighs, “Then I guess I have to accept it. You’re not a kid anymore. You’re old enough to make your own choices and if you want to be with Sarah Cameron then that’s your decision. As long as you’re happy I’m happy.” John B and Pope both nod in agreement. You smile and step forward to give your brother a hug before pulling back.

You turn towards Kie who’d been standing back, arms crossed over her chest, silent for the past few minutes. The look of betrayal hadn’t left her face and you could tell that she was not going to be easy to get on board.

“Kiara,” You say softly, stepping towards your best friend.

“I didn’t mean to. Trust me, do you think I’d really purposely go for her knowing that you two don’t get along? Of course not! Kie your my best friend, I’ll always take your feelings into consideration. I didn’t mean to fall in love with her. It just happened and now I don’t think I could live without her. Please don’t be angry, I can’t stand you being angry with me,” You plead.

“I’m not angry. It’s not your fault that you fell for her. I won’t pretend to like her but I’ll tolerate her for your sake. Just please be careful okay?” You smile and the two of you hug it out.

“Sarah Cameron, huh sis?” JJ smirks, “Wait, does that mean that we could’ve been checking out chicks together this whole time?”

“We have been, you just didn’t notice. Didn’t you ever question why most of the girls you hooked up with were always tired already?” You and the others laugh as his jaw drops, “Don’t worry bro, they’re all yours. I have a girl now and she’s pretty great.”

I’m currently on an 8 hour drive and this kept me busy for about 2 hours so thanks for requesting lol. I hope you like it! Reminder, requests are currently closed!

#outer banks #outer banks imagine #jj maybank imagine #sarah cameron #sarah cameron imagine #sarah cameron x reader #madelyn cline #madelyn cline imagine #obx sarah #obx jj #multifandom #multifandom imagines #jj maybank

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futurewriter2000 · 4 years ago

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Close Friends - pt. 7

A/N: I’m trying to fix the mess I did but it’s so hard lmao I have so many ideas but this was one I wanted to do so here my lovers.

You tried. You tried so bloody hard to talk to Sirius but he has done nothing but ignore you completely.

The holidays came and he hasn’t replied to any of your letters and neither did James. You didn’t know how bad you really screwed up until you were up in your room, sobbing into your pillow for feeling completely, utterly daft for kissing Sirius’ best friend.

But he wasn’t just his best friend. He was James and he was your first date ever, you first kiss ever. You haven’t much thuoght of him until last year when the two of you started hanging out due to Sirius and your friendship with him. Though it wasn’t just a friendship, was it? Not to him at least.

“Hey-” a head popped in and the body quickly followed, closing the doors in the compartment.

“Hey, Remus.” you smiled quite sadly. “You’re not avoiding me?”

“I should but I’m not like the two.” he sat down and continued to smile. “I told you.”

“Yes, you did.”

“And you still did it.”

“Yes, I did.”

“Why?”

“He was right there and it was so intense between us. He was looking at me with these blazing eyes and his energy was suffocating me- but in a way that it was hot.” you finally looked up from the box you’ve been coddling and to the eyes that rolled way far back. “Don’t-” you laughed and put the box beside you. “I know how’s he like but you can’t blame me for wanting to kiss the right guy.”

He raised one of his eyebrows and laid down on the seat, taking one of your sweaters to use as a pillow. “Are you sure it isn’t Sirius?”

“Yes.” you said without a doubt.

“So James is definetly the right guy?”

“He is.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I can feel it in my bones.”

“And who are you thinking about now?” he asked and you felt surprised by his sudden, unexpected question. He opened one of his eyes and grinned. “I think it’s surely not James you want to see right now?”

“What are you saying?” you started to get frustrated.

He sat back up and put his elbows on his knees, leaning forward. “You’re dense.”

“So I keep hearing.”

“You’re not in love with James. You’re in love with Sirius.”

“How can you tell me who I am and am not in love with?”

“Because if you were in love with James, he’d be the first thought in your mind but it’s not. You want Sirius, don’t you?” he asked and you sat there in silence, unable to answer the question. “And if you could choose between him or James, you’d choose your precious Sirius.” he continued to speak, confusing you completely.

“That’s-”

“I know what I’m saying, (Y/N). You’re so in love with the idea of you and James, your chemistry and intensity that you don’t even see how badly you miss Sirius- and you do.”

“He’s my best friend.”

“So is James?”

“Remus!”

“(y/n).”

“Please leave.” you said, glaring at him as he continued to keep his expression and movement just as he did before. “Leave, please. You’re putting ideas inside my head and I don’t like any of them. You’re saying things that I can’t process right now.”

He stood up and patted his robes. “I’m stating the facts, (Y/n). And the facts always tell the truth.” and he left, leaving you alone in your compartment.

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Sirius hasn't been able to look at you since your last encounter. The holidays have passed and you were now sitting alone, next to a seat where he used to sat.

When you came into the classroom, you thought yuor heart was about to burst from not being able to talk to him. James was there as well but he was talking to Lily which it seemed to make the heartbreak so much more agonizing.

Sirius was flirting with one of the Ravenclaws right in front of your nose. It really did not piss you off, more or so it made you extremely, severly sad. There was no other emotion than sorrow. Your heart lifted heavy weight and it was slowly, painfully losing strength.

You tried no to look in neither of their directions because you knew both of them were doing it on purpose, trying to let you know that you were not on their mind when clearly, you were.

Sirius could not take his mind off you and whenever you were in his sight, on his mind, he was so furious. He wanted to shout, yell, punch and throw anything in his sight but it was as if he was so angry that battling you in his head took all the energy to actually do all of those stuff outside his head. Yet, he was determined to be petty, trying his best to hurt you the worst.

You were in love with his best friend. How could you have done that to him?

And it was like you could hear his thoughts to make you feel overly guilty of what you had done. He was so obvious in those four months of school, hinting you that he wanted to be more than friends but you were never sure. Never sure quite really that he fancied you. He had always flirted- always and for the two of you that was normal. You just weren't completely sure and he hadn't said or done anything to prove it.

When you avoided Sirius, you were with James who always made things seem so light and careless. He lifted the weight of those heavy thoughts that wandered in your head and he made the go away. Now… now he was flirting with the red-head a few desks behind you.

You didn't want to look. You did your absolute best to let them know you were not affected by their childish games.

Both of them seemed to notice that your eyes and ears were always on the professor and whatever he was saying but there was a difference between Sirius and James. Sirius knew that your thoughts weren't there because you hated this class and you hated whatever philosophical, sexist crap came out of Sinastra's mouth. You woulnd't be paying this much attention to him- not really. You were trying to put on an act just as he did, just as James did.

James took a short glance at you, thinking it wouldn't last longer than a second. But when he saw you take out your honey chapstick from your bag, all he could think about was it's taste on your lips. All he could think about was the was you pulled him close with your hands and how his own locked so perfect on your hips, like two puzzles together.

He wanted to move away his look. He wanted to turn away but seeing your hair and your lips, remembering all the things he wanted to do to you back then and now was dreading every second he spent at that desk so far away from you. Your hair smelled like papaya the last time he had you- he wonders again if you changed shampoos.

He turned his head away, shutting his eyes and cringing. Why is he thinking about your shampoos. That is so not normal.

Sirius seemed to catch James' staring as he also caught him turning it away from you quite forcefully.

Honey chapstick. He didn't know why but the way you put it on and the way its sent kept wandering into his nostrils whenever the two of you were once close, seemed to take his thoughts far away. You always smelled so good. Sometimes he could smell your argan lotion to which he could never guess correctly until he asked you on it. It was usually coconut or almond, which was so easy to get but then it just changed and he had never heard of argan oil, let alone know what it smelt.

And then you changed your hair shampoo into a papaya one. He asked you about it and oyu simply said the bottles were pretty and you wanted to try them. What you didn't know was that the scent of your papaya shampoo is imprinted into his head like his own reflection. He wonders now though, did you change shampoos again? Which one-

He turned his head forward and shut his eyes. Bloody hell, why is he thinking about your shampoos. It's not normal.

You let out a sneeze and all heads turned to you.

Your sneezes were so adorable to him but just as that little sound made him smile, he looked a few desks behind you to notice James was smiling as well and he knew why.

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When the class was finally over, you started walking after Sirius. You knew all of this was your fault but you and Sirius have been friends for so long and the two of you could geto ver any obstacle thrown in front of you.

»Sirius!« you shouted but he continued to walk further and faster. »Sirius!« you started running until you caught up. »Sirius.« you said more calmly, thinking he would stop but he never did nad walked further.

Narrowing your eyes at the guy, you felt an amount of anger claw itself into you, so the next time you were close to him you didn't bother to call out his name. You grabbed his sleeve and pulled him back.

»What!« he shouted angrily.

»We need to talk.«

»Surely, you like to do more than just talk- especially with James.«

»Why are you so upset by this Sirius?! It was a kiss-»

»Why am I so upset?! Why am I SO UPSET?!« he started bellowing, smiling franatically. »Do you know what that bracelet was for?! It was my unconditional love for you! I love you till infinity- that's what the charms presented. My love for you. My goddamn limitless love for you because I LOVE YOU! I had loved you for years now and I tried telling you, I tried showing it to you and I TRIED my best to make it so goddamn obvious to you that you are the one that I want. You are. You are everything I ever wanted for so long and I wish I could have been there before James. I wish it was me on that date, me with the chocolate frogs and me the one you've kissed in the corridor.« he started breathing heavily, staring at you with broken eyes as you continued to only watch. »And I was so jealous of James my whole life. He had a perfect family, perfect grades, perfect reputation but the one thing he didn't have was you because you were my best friend and you were my girl and you were close to me, not him and then I see you and him kissing and I realize that he has you too and that I have nothing! So why am I upset?- Because I have done nothing but show my unconditional love for you and you still chose him!«

He wanted to walk away but it was like an insitnct for you to pull him back. Next words that came out of your mouth- they really haven't felt as real as you said them. »You haven't said anything. You had flirted with me for years- YEARS! You had so many chances to ask me out. You had so many opportunities to say you like me more than just a friend and maybe I wouldn't consider it- or maybe I would but I won't ever know because you never said anything. You did the same thing you did for years and none of them showed me any proof that you loved me more than just a friend. The only thing you did do that made me think otherwise was the bracelet you bought for me and I had so many thoughts every time I looked at it that for a second, minute and even a few hours before I went to sleep I dedicated them for you. I saw it in front of me and I thought that maybe, just maybe it's you, not James. And then James came asking me about me having a boyfriend and about the cologne guy and I thought, hey maybe he noticed. Maybe he's jealous, maybe that's him wanting to tell me he cares. Then months of you not doing anything new than just touching me and hanging around me like you had done for the past years, he backed me against the wall saying stuff you haven't been saying. He thought of the cologne guy, of the hogsmeade guy and I knew he wouldn't notice those things just because we're friends and I kissed him. I grabbed him and I KISSED him and it was the perfect first kiss I could have ever imagined to have with anybody. I can't take back what I did. I can't say I regret kissing him because I don't. I only regret being caught by you that same day because you ruined my perfectly great first kiss. It was all so perfect until you came and made it all about yourself which you always seem to do. I don't like you Sirius but I do love you so much and I care for you and it towers my heart to see you and not being able to talk to you. I miss you SO MUCH! I miss your hugs and your voice, your laugh, your presance- I miss your whole bloody self and hell, I would cut off James for you because James is a crush and you- you are the closest person in my heart that I cannot imagine my life with.- And maybe, maybe we could be more than friends but right now I am not seeing that happening because all you do is avoid, ignore and play these childish games that I despise. That was why I could never imaigne you and me togehter. Because you're still such a kid!« you finally started to breathe as he continued to stare at you motionesly. Before you decided to leave you reached into your pocket and pulled out a wrapped present, letting his attention to fall on it. »Before any of this happened I bought you this for Christmas. I wanted you to have something from me like I had the bracelet from you. You can take it- or don't.« you said, putting it on the bench beside the two of you, running your hand through your hair. »I really don't want it anymore.« you started walking away before stopping and looking over your shoulde.r »But I did want you to have it them most.«

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kpop-fanatic-lover16 · 5 years ago

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White dress – Choi San

Pairing: ateez San x reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

Word count: 2k

A/n: the importance of this story includes three objectives: a wedding dress, a rusty truck and an old promise! Enjoy soft hours with San! Credit to: @sparkingstoryinspiration

Branches under your Converses crunched as you walked along the lost path in the open woods near an abandoned two-story house. It had been empty for nearly fifty years. The paint was chipping away and the wood was rotting in some places from the heavy snowy winters and wet summers. A small road used to run on the property to an old barn, but the trees had hidden it under decaying leaves and old dead branches. A cool breeze was filling the quiet woods during the fall season and the leaves on the trees were beautiful shades of red and orange.

"There you are," you whispered to yourself, coming upon an old rusted truck left behind from the previous owners. It had run out of gas, or so you'd been told, on its journey to the barn up ahead and had been left in its current position.

Making sure your sweater didn't catch on any sharp part of the car, you hoisted yourself up into the bed of the truck and clapped the dust off your hands. Leaves filled the trunk area and the smell of rain in the clouds filled your nose. Sure enough, grey clouds were rolling in from the South. They looked like they would reach the forest in a couple of hours. That was plenty of time.

For the next few minutes, you leaned up against the roof of the truck, looking off into the distance where the path continued to the barn. It wasn't too far up ahead which made you smile at the thought of being completely hidden on a property that had a story behind it. The breeze became a bit cooler as you waited. He was usually late so you didn't mind waiting on the truck where he always found you. Only a few minutes later did he show up.

What alerted you of his arrival was the snapping of the branches behind you. Sure enough, he was making his way toward the truck in the same direction you had come. He was wearing a navy blue sweater with his black skinny jeans and white vans. His hair was long just behind his ears and down his neck where it barely touched his shoulders. His bangs fell into his eyes and it seemed that he had curled them along with the rest of his hair. The small bit of silver-white in his bangs gave him a bit of color against the rest of the head of black hair. He climbed up into the back of the truck and approached you, a smile appearing on his lips. His dimples came to life and his smile showed the admiration he had for you.

"Hi," you greeted with butterflies swarming your stomach. Unconsciously, your hands sunk back under your sleeves and you twisted your hands nervously.

"Hi," he mumbled, still grinning. He closed the gap between the two of you and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. If it hadn't been for your hold on him, he would've pulled away sooner. Eventually, you pulled back with your stomach filled with butterflies once again.

"This feels like a dream," San whispered, his eyes still closed. When he opened them, he was staring into your soul with so much intent your knees felt weak.

"Why did you call me here?" you inquired, pulling him down to sit in the bed of the truck. He sat next to you and laced his hands with yours. He now seemed more serious with his moves and the way he held himself.

"Do you remember the promise I made to you the first time we found this rusty old truck?" San asked, looking at your joined hands before gaining the courage to look at you. The question was curious, but you remembered.

"Yes," you nodded, confused as to why he was thinking back so long ago. You had been fifteen at the time when the two of you had found the old house, truck, and barn. "That was a long time ago and we were young. Why have you been thinking about such an old promise?"

"What did I say to you?"

Now he wasn't looking at you. What was he up to? Slowly, you thought hard to remember what he had said back then.

A slow rumble of thunder moved through the dark clouds above as your fifteen-year-old self jumped over logs laying on the ground and trying to escape your new friend you made at school today. He had mentioned something about an abandoned property along the highway heading outside of town. When he challenged you to a race into the woods, you had accepted by taking off in a head start.

"Cheater!" he called from behind you as he started to gain speed.

"Slowpoke!" you called back behind your shoulder. A laugh escaped his mouth and he watched your hair fly behind your shoulders and your charm bracelet shine back at him. He didn't even notice the discovered treasure up ahead because he was too caught up with looking at you.

"Why'd you stop?"

"Look!" you cheered, completely immersed by the rusty old truck parked in the middle of the woods. It was so fascinating to you that your new friend was caught off guard at the change in personality. "It's an old rusty truck!"

"It must've been left here by the property owners," he said more to himself, walking around the vehicle to take it in more. His hand wrapped around the handle of the driver's side door where he pulled toward him and opened the door. It was dusty inside and the leather was ripped from animals. He hopped inside nonetheless and placed his hands on the steering wheel, getting a feel for what it would've been like to drive.

"Choi San," he thought to himself, "owner of an abandoned property."

"Do you think those boys meant what they said today at lunch?" San suddenly heard you ask. He turned to look at you standing on the other side of the open driver's side door. Now you were sad and down, unlike seconds before. "Will I become an old unmarried hag because no one will ever want me?"

"Of course not," San disagreed, leaning back into the seat and giving you his attention. "You're very pretty and I think most guys will want to marry you when you're older."

"But what happens if they don't?"

"Then I will," San promised, trying to not reveal that he had a small crush on you. He would marry you when you were older if you'd let him. "I promise."

Now you were gazing at San with the most serious stare you had ever given him. That promise had been to make you feel better. It wasn't supposed to have full meaning behind it. Choi San, at the age of fifteen, had been the town heartthrob and your best friend. Only two years ago did he admit that he had feelings for you. At first, you had thought you weren't worthy to be loved by the most handsome guy in town. But after time, he showed you that he loved you more than you thought and you allowed yourself to return the feelings.

"You said you would marry me."

"I know," San reasoned slowly, taking your cautious state completely serious, "I said it when I was fifteen. But Y/n, we're 21 and I'm ready to start my life. I want you to be with me the whole way."

"San–"

"Y/n, do you love me?" he asked, turning to face you, taking both of your hands in his and holding them tightly. Now you were stuttering at the sudden questions.

"Of course I love you," you answered without hesitation.

"Then listen to what I have to say, please," he begged, waiting patiently for you to give him the chance to speak. Finally, you sighed and nodded, squeezing his hands in yours. "I've been in love with you for years. I promised myself that I would marry you if no one else would. I don't want to marry you because no one else will, but so no one else can."

One of his hands let go of yours and reached into his right pocket. Then a small black velvet box was pulled out and he opened it up to reveal a three-set diamond ring on a silver band sparkling back at you. Happiness filled your chest, but tears filled your eyes. "Y/n, will you say yes to making me the happiest man in this rusty truck where I've confessed to you so many times?"

"Yes, I'll be yours," you nodded, catching the tears at your bottom lash line. His dimples reappeared and he felt completely overwhelmed with happiness. A tender kiss was planted on your lips in a small 'thank you' before the ring was placed on your right finger.

That was a few days ago. Now you were standing in a wedding dress that your mother had gifted you, under the roof of the old barn on the abandoned property during the middle of the afternoon. San let you pick the place you wanted to get married and wasn't surprised when you decided on the barn a little ways from the rusty truck. But you didn't want anyone else to know about the secret place, so you went to the courthouse the day San proposed and married there. The two of you decided to meet at the barn in wedding clothes to share your first dance and give each other your rings after you were married.

Because you didn't have the patience to buy a bouquet of pre-arranged flowers, you had grabbed wildflowers on the way to the barn. When you reached a resting point, you made the stems look neater by pulling off any unnecessary leaves. They ended up matching everything perfectly. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad, but you were so nervous about what San would think about your appearance and for the thousandth time, butterflies swarmed your stomach. How did you end up with the perfect husband?

"You look so beautiful," the voice you were waiting to hear broke the quiet air. You looked up from the flowers and there he was, your husband, the love of your life, and your favorite person. He was wearing a tuxedo and a white button-up shirt under his suit jacket. He approached you and took your free hand in his left, spinning you in a circle as his eyes took you in. "Absolutely, beautiful."

"Does it still feel like a dream?"

"Very much," San breathed, welcoming your embrace. His arms wrapped around your shoulders and he pressed a kiss to your head. From that position, San adjusted your arms and began to dance, swaying lightly.

San tried to tell himself it was a reality, but he had been dreaming of this moment for more than six years, and it still felt like he was laying in bed imagining how you would feel in his arms as he swayed you into a slow dance. You'd be in your gorgeous white dress and would wear the ring he had stowed away in his drawers for a year now. But he wasn't lying in bed, you were in his arms, wearing a gorgeous white dress, and the ring was on your finger for the rest of your life. San could only hold you tighter when it dawned on him that it was real.

"I have your ring," you piped up, pulling back and pausing long enough to take his ring off your charm bracelet. The clever thought made San smile in humor. The cool silver felt nice on his ring finger but most importantly, it felt right. San slide your wedding band over your engagement ring and kissed your knuckles.

"Thank you," San mumbled, feeling grateful that you had accepted him. Now it was your turn to place a chaste kiss to his lips and hold him against yourself. He melted into your lips and got lost in the way you felt. Everything about you was perfect for him and nothing could change that.

"No, thank you, San," you pulled back, playing with the hair at the bottom of his neck. His eyes were staring into your soul again, disrupting the butterflies. "For keeping an old promise."

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caffeinated-chaos-bean · 3 years ago

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Mid-2021 Blog Update

Hey guys.

So... It’s been a while. Quite a while... and I want to lay some things out as to why I’ve been gone and the blog has practically been dead in the water for half a year, if not for a whole year.

I want you to know that what I’m going to say will be in heavy detail. I’m comfortable speaking on it, and what information doesn’t just include me will be using either public details that I know I can share or will be put in a short and sweet manner.

This is your trigger warning: If you need to click off or scroll past due to the mention of extremely bad mental health, toxic relationships and households, the mention of depression, anxiety, and suicidal thoughts, please do so now.

. . .

First off, I’ve lessened the amount of time I’ve been online due to my mental health. I was put on antidepressants as well as told to take anti-anxiety gummies in November and will be weaned off of those starting this October. A lot of my family and relationship drama on top of the world practically shutting down and going into chaos thanks to COVID-19 just took a major toll on me. With so much on my shoulders, stress from living with said things on my shoulders, unsupportive family members, and an emotionally distant partner, I was at one of the lowest points in the life. I’d never had to be on mood-related medication in my life until last November. I’d always been able to handle what was thrown at me, but mid- to late-2020 was what knocked me down that low for the first time in my life. Suicidal thoughts came and went (they weren’t often, only when I couldn’t bottle my emotions up any longer but didn’t have a way to express them either), but even when they did, I knew that it was just in my head. I never once chose to act on them, because to me, that is not a way to solve a problem or escape your inner demons. All it does it put your personal suffering onto those around you -- your friends, family, and those who cared about you even when you don’t see it -- and it doesn’t do anyone any good. When my doctor asked me about suicide, that’s the very explanation I gave her. Yes, they happened, but I’d never act on them; it’s not a way out and it puts your pain onto others and only worsens the situation for the long-term.

Aside from that, though... I move on to other personal reasons for my absence that helped trigger what was mentioned above. Mid-August of 2019, my then fiancé's mother was murdered by two 17yr old boys of whom she and their family knew. Going off the information that was made public, one boy had mixed meth with marijuana prior to the killing. He claimed that my fiancé’s mother mouthed off and made a derogatory comment about his deceased mother, thus sparking the incident. While he claims to have only stabbed her once, the autopsy report shows that her head/face and upper torso were “hacked, slashed, and chopped” repeatedly with “various sharp, bladed objects”. Not only did they murder her, the two individuals also set the grass around her body on fire along with her home. When we found out about this having happened, I had no idea how bad it would have turned my relationship upside-down. My now ex-fiancé didn’t come from a great childhood, there was abuse and CPS, among other things. But he had managed and was a good person. He could make me laugh and tear up at his jokes, sang beautifully, and did everything to make those around him happy. When he lost his mom, it broke him. It shattered his very being, because not only did he know the two who caused it to happen, he also was unable to reconcile and make amends with his mother for what he went through as a child. He was robbed of being able to forgive and be on good terms with her, and it broke him. He stopped communicating with family, he took bereavement after being pulled from work by family the day it was confirmed to be his mother only to to fired 3 months down the line when he tried to go back (fuck Walmart for that btw), and was slowly becoming a hypochondriac. He stopped talking to me, he would cry in his sleep, and grief made him lash out as was expected. But as the days dragged on, his motivation and care towards finding a new job dwindled. He and my mother would fight endlessly and I was caught in the middle of it, as we all were in one household. There were times in which I would keep my phone on my leg and record for my own personal documentation should I need it due to how bad my own mother would belittle me, belittle my ex behind his back, and just scream and go off. When I’d turn to my ex for comfort, he wasn’t much help due to his own deteriorating mental health. He took to discord, specifically the Vampire the Masquerade community, as his escape from reality. He eventually would hardly talk to me at all, show no compassion, and at times I tried to speak with him about getting a new job or suggesting part-time ones that I felt would be easy and as stress-free as possible for him, I would be shooed away without a word; if I tried to further my attempt to have the conversation, he eventually got an attitude and would just say “Bye!” over and over again while shooing with his hand to get me to leave. There were many days where I’d get off work and sit in the bathroom for an hour and cry because of my frustration and how I felt stuck between two people I cared about deeply (ie. my ex and my mother).

My ex has since moved out and no longer lived with us. He and I are no longer together, and he has cut off all communication to me along with his family. He isn’t living in California anymore, really. He met up with discord friends and is in another state. That’s the last I heard from him. That’s the last his family heard. He doesn’t talk to us or attempt to reach out or respond when his family reaches out. I still very much care about him and want him to get better, but if he has to do so by being away from everyone, then so be it.

While I was letting - or shutting out, rather - the emotions I was feeling once he officially moved out, I relapsed with my anxiety tick; with my trichotillomania. I have a good number of smaller, thinned out spots in my hair from unconsciously pulling out strands of hair when my emotions didn’t know how to regulate. I’m still fighting to get this under control, as I do still catch myself doing it and so does my mother. It currently is not as bad as when my ex first moved out and I had to adjust back into sleeping alone and without someone next to me, but I do still pull. I am looking into trying to get my sister to order me a HabbitAware bracelet for me this Christmas in order to help get my tick back under control. I know its something I will live with forever and go in and out of doing, as there is no cure or medication to curb trichotillomania, but its something to help me be more aware of how often I do pull and to train it to no longer be a muscle memory response.

Most recently, I’ve had to stop taking melatonin. I’ve had bouts of insomnia since my ex left, and eventually I took enough melatonin to not only build an immunity to it but also a slight dependence. I was taking more than I should have been, and I noticed the signs of it and have stopped taking melatonin altogether. Due to this, I have switched to hempseed oil gummies. I take 2 before bed and they have helped wonderfully. But, due to how easy it was for me to become dependent on melatonin, I do plan to take brief breaks from the gummies to avoid a similar situation. I also do not plan on seeking an insomnia medication due to the same reasons. I knew what I was doing was wrong and I knew i was becoming addicted, and due to this I do not wish to risk it happening with a prescription sleep medication. I will deal with my bouts of insomnia as they come.

I also am conquering my insecurities towards others knowing I am a fan of Michael Jackson; a moonwalker. In elementary school (5th grade, 2009), I went through a heavy obsessive phase when he passed. I’d never heard of him, and when I listened to his music that firs time I was instantly hooked. I was ridiculed at school after I performed “Thriller” during a talent show; I had classmates going as far as saying that I must want him to kidnap and r*pe me if I enjoyed his music so much. I didn’t understand the gravity of those comments back then the way that I do now that I’m 23, but I still knew to an extent that what they were saying was in now way a good thing. I shut out his music from mid-6th grade all the way until this year. I hadn’t listened to a single song aside from hearing “Thriller” on the radio during October. For my birthday this year, I had a friend take me out of town and get away for a day. The entire time, she surprised me by playing hours of his music when in the car with her. It has since reopened that connection to his music and I’ve been listening to his songs with a fresh take, with the mind of an adult who can comprehend his words and understand finally what he’s saying for each song. As such, I’ve become more comfortable with others knowing I’m a moonwalker. You can have your opininos of the man, you can choose to believe the tabloids and junk media or make your own conclusions after assessing the details and documents of his life, but I will enjoy the same freedom of opinion.

I know this is getting pretty long, but I wanted to fill those who still might be checking up on this blog for any sort of update or spec of life coming from it in on what’s practically killed the blogs for a good chunk of time.

I do plan to slowly start doing stuff again after Halloween. I have a video made that I plan to post for Halloween and I look forward to letting Kikumi and the others be open for asks again. Until then, may the wind guide you all. I hope everyone can have a safe and wonderful rest of August. I will see you in October.

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