#they'll be there concerned if he's gonna hurt himself or try to protect him.

[liliallowed]

inmate crimson: girl boss and fate keep. there's no third phrase.

dusttale crimson: why are you so toxic bro. I LITERALLY MADE DUST GO CRAZY AND YOU SOMEHOW FEEL EVIL TO ME. ME! I'M SUPPOSED TO BE WORSE THAN FLOWEY AND DUST!

inmate au: skill issue. *slurps monster dust*

dusttale crimson: yk I hope you get your ass kicked and not even in a masochistic way I want to get killed. I hope you death is an anticlimactic fail that everyone will forget. I hope your death is as ignorable as asphalt to a drunk driver.

inmate: yeah kinda fun when you have something to hate other than yourself ain't it lil me?

crimson: oh DONT MAKE ME LAUGH you're nothing like me. you're just here for the drama the act the plot. you don't care about the characters you friking selfish asshole. don't pretend to be heroic just cuz ya like the act of being the villain we're all nothing but fucking masks!

inmate: c'mon. you know it's sexy to be unapologetically evil this way~ I mean... I'm you. I would know how much you want to take the initiative but you're afraid of him losing respect for you.

crimson: I hate that I want to agree with you.

teal: okay how about we stop being self destructive toxic people and just... let sans go and be happy? I mean me and sans are on pretty good terms-

crimson/inmate: friking vanilla ass snowflake.

[mywons]

៹ enha when you're hurt.

▸ ִֶָ tags enha x reader + fluff + hurt/comfort + jayke being bf material + the boys being protective + romantic gestures. warnings! && mentions of injury, cursing. REQUESTED : hi there i love love love your writing and i was wondering if you could maybe do how the members would react if someone hurt you (either physically or emotionally)? ✿ 1.6k words —

## HEADCANONS UNDER THE CUT !

lee heeseung !

he's very very very attentive

whether you guys are dating or not, he makes sure to know all of your habits/quirks, so he knows when something's off

if you don't outright tell him, he'll ask for himself. "hey, what's going on with you? what happened, hm?"

please tell him so he doesn't think he did something wrong :(

his presence alone is probably one of the most comforting things ever, so if he's also putting all of his effort into making sure he's comforting you . . . god

if you're upset about something that can't be fixed, he'll listen to you rant & cry about it while he holds you in his arms and kisses the top of your head. maybe try and crack a few jokes to make you laugh,, get your mind off of it for a little

if it's something that can be fixed, he will give you any & all advice you ask for. would even take matters into his own hands if he feels like you're too stressed to handle it. he's so caring it's insane

if it's a person that hurt you . . . good luck to them???

like he already doesn't like seeing you upset but there's an actual human being that caused your tears?? they'll literally never be safe again

overall so so gentle with you and absolutely the best when it comes to making you feel better.

park jongseong !

he'll notice. immediately. like as soon as your fucking walk is a little off, he knows something is up

won't say anything unless you bring it up first, but he'll pamper you in so much affection that you know he's noticed your change in behavior

if days go by & your behavior doesn't change, then he'll ask about it

at this point, he's worried more than anything. just wants his happy baby back !!

^^ especially if your state starts messing w your physical health. he is not having it. has absolutely no problem w missing any & all events to cater to your every want and need, he's your very own personal caregiver

wtv's fucking with you will be long gone by the time he's done, jay hates to see you unhappy and he'll do absolutely anything to change it.

+ he already loves being there for you at every waking moment, so having an excuse to do this other than want ??? he loves it

you get texts from him every five minutes if he can't be near you "i'll bring food as soon as i can" "are you feeling better yet honey?" "i'm gonna stay over for the night"

you'd have to physically pry him off of you to go get a drink of water/use the bathroom in the middle of the night. poor boy is so clingy when you're not feeling well :((

jongseong the (boy)friend we all need $!3#+$%?

sim jaeyun !

he'd take you out on the best date ever, and you being you, you fall and twist your ankle

it's not that deep, you just have to stay in bed and elevate it for a few days. jake—jake thinks it is that deep

he feels so bad that you got hurt during your time w him, it feels like it's his fault even though it's really no one's

in guilt & genuine concern for you, he's by your side everyday all day. pampering you. holding your hand when you wanna get up and walk, cooking your meals and helping you bathe

he's js so so so sweet and by the end of it you're so accustomed to his company that you guys end up being a lot closer

randomly starts telling you how much he loves you throughout the day. platonic or not, he's just 100x more affectionate when you're hurt

even after you're all healed, his touch becomes a lot more gentle with you. the usual rough banter & playful fighting you guys do turns into softer touches and warm hugs. he's so careful with you

& finds himself being a lot more protective, too. a hand on the small of your back always

not overbearing, but it's to the point that you miss him so much it hurts when he's not near you

if someone else causes an injury or anything else that even slightly alters your mood in a negative way, pray for them

idk if y'all saw that one video where he said he'd fight over his partner but,, yeah. he didn't lie.

when it comes to your health, he's very very serious and he expects the same from everyone else you hang around

if he finds that someone around you doesn't feel that way, he would not hesitate to start an argument. you deserve the absolute best and shouldn't settle for less, he tells you

if you aren't already, you'll be in love w him by the end of your injury

park sunghoon !

sunghoon is an introvert, and because of this, he finds himself being quiet & zoning out sometimes. he has his bursts of chaotic energy like everyone else, but for the most part he observes

trying to lie to him ab being fine isn't smart. he knows you like the back of his hand. oh you thought he was staring into space? no, he was paying attention to literally everything around him, especially you

literally just the tone of your voice could change slightly and he knows something's wrong. he won't let it go either

"tell me. what's wrong? did something happen? did someone happen?"

he's naturally protective of the people around him, but you especially. you're very special to him and he likes to show it

you'd sit in his lap and tell him just about everything that's bothering you, while his hands are around your waist and he hugs you tightly

he knows he doesn't like dwelling on bad feelings himself, so his main thing would be to try and keep your mind as far drifted away from whatever's bothering you

whether it be physical contact, making jokes, reading to you, he'll do anything if it means he gets to see you smile because he knows you'd do the same for him

it's not rare for him to be affectionate, but he's usually only touchy when you guys are alone. now that he knows where your head is, he's always touching you as a way of reassurance

just so perfect in every way, doesn't at all think of you as a burden

kim sunoo !

he's definitely the type to be sad if you're sad

sunoo would walk up to you, expecting an exciting greeting. when he doesn't get that, he'd frown and immediately ask what's wrong

you'll tell him about the stomachache that's been bothering you, and he'd make you some tea and take a nap with you

it's easy to fall asleep as he traces shapes into your exposed skin

100% asking "are you okay? you're sure? do you need anything?" every five seconds

^^ make that every two seconds, actually

he's already extremely affectionate, but he usually shows it by teasing you. this time around? nuh uh, you're getting absolutely drowned in loving

just so sweet !!!!!!!! sweetest boy ever

he's so caring and forever concerned for you and how you're doing

you want soup in the middle of the night? he will sleepwalk to the damn kitchen and get the fucking job done.

yang jungwon !

he's probably used to dealing w caring for his sick members because of his leader role, but he definitely cares for you in a different way

showers you in gifts to take your mind off of your injury. buys you all different types of snacks and plushies <3

if it's something more emotional that's bothering you, there's no one else you could ask for that's better at making you feel better !!

he's so so genuine and it makes him so easy to be around ,, especially when you're dealing with problems. jungwon prides himself on how many people have told him how comfortable he makes them feel

definitely doesn't see you as a bother, and if you suggest such, you will be scolded

you're so very precious to him & he would never ever want you to feel otherwise. it's practically his duty to nurse you back into your best health so why would he ever be bothered by it??? especially when you're so wonderful to be around

his love language is definitely words of affirmation/quality time anyways, so he would never ever do anything to make you feel unwanted and is constantly reassuring you in any and every way he can

scolds redirects you when you try to do anything for yourself. "hey, let me do it, okay? you lie down."

honestly you forget you'd forget ab your problems whenever he's around, it's like his presence is the medicine to your wound

best boy <3

nishimura riki !

teases you nonstop !!

if it's something like a very small injury, he'll laugh at you as he helps your with your bandages

if it's something far more serious, he's far more serious

definitely doesn't like it if you don't take your current state seriously. you're not doing well, therefore you should be doing everything to get better. not wasting your time to make jokes. he's very rarely stern but when it comes to your wellbeing he's completely different

wouldn't get emotional unless it's something serious, and even then he wouldn't be emotional in front of you

orders you both different foods to try out of boredom each night

riki would 100% stay the night if you ask him, but if you aren't dating, he would sleep so far away unless you ask otherwise

^^ he's so cute bye

but in ending he's just super supportive and just wants the best for you, even if he teases you most of the time

!!!!!!! cutie

mywons © 2023 ## please do not plagiarize my works.

[itsblasttothepast]

I live to provide so: The Chestappen kids in order from olders to youngest:

Pato - He's the oldest of the group and at first he was only Checo's but when Max tried to win Sergio over Patricio was his source of knowledge about Mexico. Sergio is proud of him (even though he works with McLaren) and Max treats him more like a buddy than a son (shameful, Sergio can't be the bad cop all the time), Pato admires them both but likes Sergio more;

Yuki - Adopted by both but it was Sergio's idea - he wanted to protect the kid that reminded him of Kamui from whatever RBR could do and he made Max invested too so they'll have more power against Marko's racist ass. Yuki doesn't mind them babying him a little (Checo gives him food and Max is fun to argue with so it's all good) and doesn't really care;

Logan - Sergio took him in because who wouldn't fall for that helpless kicked puppy look and Max didn't really have a say in that (Checo was angry with him and he wanted to win favours); they supported him through the pains of being in Williams and offered advice after he was dropped from the team;

Oscar - unofficial chestappen kid, he would want to be one but the team wouldn't let him; Sergio likes him and treats him well but Max isn't sure how to feel about that - he can admit Oscar is a good driver but doesn't like how he talks to Checo (or about Checo with Lando);

Liam - the first legitimate chestappen kid, he wants to be like Max but also admires Checo. Sergio wishes him all the best and swore to himself that he wouldn't let RBR hurt him (not possible to do but well) and Max is a bit sad for Daniel but he's proud of his son;

Hamda - she's definitely Max's favourite, she's happy with the unofficial family - Sergio makes her laugh and Max helps her improve; she kind of willed herself into the chestappen group but neither minded; (she has Sergio's character and wit so Max is a little scared of her);

Franco - that's the golden child, in Sergio's eyes he could do no wrong and he knows how to play his cards well and get the older man on his side. A bit cheeky but fun. Max was jealous at first but now he thinks Franco will be a great driver and Checo is completly enamoured with the kid - he will bite if anyone hurts him;

Ollie - stolen from Charlos = they were going through their divorce era, now it's good but Sergio refuses to let him go back (he wants to avoid future drama after Abu Dhabi, or so he says), Max likes him enough but this is the moment he started to be concerned about Checo's adopting habit - he tries to be firm but Ollie and Sergio's puppy eyes broke down his defences - now the little red driver is part of their family.

Kimi - while he is not yet a part of the family and Toto is trying his best to ensure Sergio won't have the chance to adopt him, there is no way the baby driver won't be in the chestappen flock as soon as he is in F1 fully - he's skilled - something Max likes - and he's determinated - something Sergio adores; in short - he will be the youngest Chestappen baby before we can even realise what's going on;

I know this is ridiculous but it was fan to imagine (since I don't want you to get any hate for my delusions I'm gonna state - IT'S JUST FICTION SO PLEASE TREAT IT ACORDINGLY)

:)

(I also have some OC children if you want to hear about that lol)

Anon, you have opened my eyes! I mean, I know Checo adopts every rookie in the paddock, but you are so right in how everything went down!!

First, of course Pato has to be the oldest! (although I differ and think it's both, Checo's and Max's, he looks just like them!!). Pato being in McLaren is such a sore spot, but Checo loves him anyway, and Max is trying to be the cool dad.

Yuki is their baby, the first rookie they adopted together, and Checo felt he owed this to Kamui. He's so spoiled, so this is why he sometimes is just a brat and also a little ball of fury.

Logan hurts, Checo tried hard to protect him, I mean, they had been chatting in the drivers' parade lately, but Checo and Max will support him no matter what (when he gets in Indy, they will fight to see who they will support, Pato or Logan).

Oscar... I'm torn. I can see it, but he's in McLaren and with Lando.

Oh, Liam is to me, the second legitimate Chestappen kiddo (the first is Pato). And they know he deserves better and will fight for him and stop Yuki from bullying him (too much).

Hamda IS SO THE FAVORITE! We can see in all their interactions they both love her, but Max has a soft spot for her. And she's so adorable and knows she has them wrapped around her little finger.

Franco is Sergio's favorite, he thinks he can do not wrong, and Max has to accept it recluntanly.

Oh anon, here I disagree, Ollie has to stay with Charlos, even if they are divorced. Lewis maybe tries too hard to be the father that stepped up (like Max) but he never will manage to do so.

Kimi is going where Ollie goes, so I think he will be adopted by Charlos too, even when they are divorced.

Please, tell me all about the OC kiddos!! I hope we get more girls, here we have too many guys, this is why Hamda is the favorite.

[multiversewatchpost]

Your mythology au is driving me insane I need them implanted in my brain I need to have thoughts about them constantly GOD THEY NEED TO KISS!!!!! GAAAHHSHDHDH

Don’t mind me just very late autism hours goijg apeshit frothing at the mouth I need to go to bed but god I wanna put on headphones and you just yap to me and turn on subtitles so I process something cuz YAY visual learner AND auditory processing disorder!!!!! HURRAHSHENNDD.

Fuck sorry I’ll shut up now boy oh boy I’m gonna explode you/pos

Don't worry they kiss eachother plenty.

They love eachother, they'd never admit it but they do.

Even amidst all his confusion and hurt dust still clings onto killer and horror. He'll twist himself around their essence and try and crawl up inside of it and cry or scream and they'll let him. They don't hold it against him when he lashes out and hurts one of them, they know he doesn't mean to and its never really cause any serious harm. Dust is barely even aware of anything other then how much he's hurting the majority of the time, and horror and killer are bound to him. The can feel that pain. Only a small fraction of that is more then enough. He's disoriented and delirious and horror and killer try their best to ground him and keep him somewhat aware at the very least. Dust spends a lot of time literally inside one of the others(which is possible given that their real forms arent exactly solid). It makes him feel safer, to be completely surrounded by them like that. He'll sometimes even join in on the possession a vessel, just crawled up in the backseat while horror or killer move that body around. They've been trying to coax him into being a bit more independent but...it's not going all that well so far. He freaks out if they leave him alone for any period of time.

Killer doesn't have any idea how relationships are supposed to work. He doesn't understand how he feels about dust and horror. He doesn't even know if he actually feels something or if his protective and possessive actions are just the result of them being bonded to him. He's rough, he's not careful with them. He'll bite their vessels and claw at their spirits, he sees it as a form of play. Killer likes going undercover as a mortal, he's the one of them that does it the most often. He finds it amusing to pretend to be worshipper of horror and dust when does that. He gives them a lot of offerings. Though they often aren't the kind that dust or horror appreciate a lot....will cling to one of them and just happily gnaw on them and see it as bonding. Gives dust all the flowers people try to offer to him. Except for the roses. He keeps the roses because he likes those.

Horror is...concerned. he's pissed of. He sees the decline in worshippers killer and dust have. He hates that most places actively go after any of Killer's worshipper then can find, he hates that people shun dust's. He can see the toll it has on them, even if they don't seem to notice themselves. They're weaker. Not by much but it's still noticeable. Horror hates it. He hates knowing that might get even worse if this continues. He tries to get his followers to follow them too but those stupid mortals refuse to correctly interpret the signs he sends them....he's worried about them. He won't admit it but he is.

[anticidic]

YOU

i am losing my mind unfortunately bc i started reading your fic "from a to o" and just AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (i loved it sm)

but i am so iffy when it comes to reading abo bc i have to be in such a specific headspace for it but there was SOMETHING in your fic i SWEAR you put drugs in it bc i proceeded to spend half my shift thinking about alpha chuuya and omega dazai and now i've got an abo fic idea myself and so much background already for it and just.

how dare you. how dare you be such a good writer that you inspire me to write omegaverse. i cannot believe you.

oh my god?? I AM SO FLATTERED??

another one converted to the dark side, I need a counter now

no but, this really does make me so happy to hear! I understand the shame and stigma around A/B/O and I totally get it's a lot of peoples' 'NOPE' or a hard sell and I'll never be offended by that. For me, omegaverse is a fun sandbox I get to play in and build sandcastles based on whatever characters from whatever series I'm using. (sorry skk ya'll been subjected to it the most so far) The world-building around it is really fun!

I love alpha!Chuuya. SO MUCH. I can see him being more protective than typically possessive, but he'd definitely not want anyone touching omega!Dazai. It also totally fits Chuuya because he very much does show care and concern for Dazai whenever Dazai gets hurt in canon. (even if Dazai is a lil shit and joking around about his injuries)

I also like tying in omega!Dazai to his insecurities and suddenly becoming an omega. He went to sleep as himself one night, and the next day he was like a totally different person and having an identity crisis about it. He's not himself. He doesn't feel himself. And what does Chuuya think about all this? Or is it all just in Dazai's head?

But he's still Dazai at the end of the day to Chuuya, omega or alpha. They'll navigate those tricky waters together like they always have as partners. It's nothing new. And they'll get to learn about it together. Chuuya's really trying his best and seeing Dazai distressed about all the sudden changes and being in so much unbearable pain and not being able to do anything about it because oh god, they really fucked up and they're screwed if Fukuzawa or Mori finds out that they've secretly been together for a while.

ANYWAY. That's to say I really, really loved writing that fic. I'd like to continue expanding on it and reflecting on how Dazai perceives and approaches the world with a new perspective after suddenly feeling like he has to relearn everything. I said that after the 2nd and 3rd chapters and oh god, is this one gonna become a long fic as well but it is on my mind a lot

I would absolutely love to hear about your idea/read it if you ever do decide to do it! I'm so happy to hear I've inspired you!!

[theultim]

Since Sonic Frontiers' character arcs focus on change, it made me realize that Sonic's still the same for the most part. (And Eggman by extension)

Of course they both have a better understanding of the people they surround themselves with, but they're still sticking to the routine they've always had. Eggman's still trying to take over the world. Sonic's always there to stop him. It's just now, Eggman has a new ally, and Sonic's friends are finding their own paths. I'm gonna talk about how (almost) everyone's changing and how I think they'll go about it! Honestly spoilers maybe for the end of Frontiers.

Amy wants to travel the world to share her love with everyone. (? I didn't fully understand what she wants to do. If someone could elaborate on this it'd help a lot)

Knuckles wants a break from protecting the Master Emerald.

And Tails wants to finally step out of Sonic's shadow.

Since I don't understand Amy's development I won't talk about her...

For Knuckles, this might be a pretty obscure idea but. I think breaking the Master Emerald again is the best way to get that long-deserved break. He could entrust these shards with his friends, and a few for himself. Not going to say who would be trusted with this specifically cuz that's the fun part.

It would minimize how much he actually has to watch over while still (sort of) keeping him on the job. He's just found a smart way to go about it, is all. Since I imagine that in shard form, they basically serve no purpose. A world-wide scavenger hunt that would be too tedious.

Now I know that Angel Island would basically plummet back into the ocean without the Master Emerald, so it'd take a SERIOUS amount of planning. Tails could definitely help out with this to make sure it all goes without a hitch. If Knuckles is worried about where they are, just a visit to his friends could remove those concerns. I think it'd strengthen the bond of whoever he trusts since he doesn't audibly say how much he cares about those that are close to him. Anyways, I have no clue what Knuckles would actually do now that he has a bit more free will. Other than see the world of course.

For Tails, once Angel Island is back on the sea, I think he'll try to invent things for the public, seeing as how their technology is extremely limited after the events of Frontiers & Forces. Maybe try to replicate something similar to what the ancients had going on, but with a far more practical purpose. Making easier ways for everyone to get around and protect themselves. Would definitely be a big hand in larger projects and a guest speaker at like engineering classes. He'd be a hero in his own way. I don't know how long he'd be doing this, since he said he wants to be unrecognizable when he and Sonic meet again.

Considering he's like. A tween? (11?? 12??) It could be a couple of years. I REALLY doubt we'll actually see this in canon but. Tails is more than likely to be 15 or older when they meet again.

Tails and Eggman might end up being rivals in whose inventions are used in more practical situations, but Tails is far more public about what's in his creations unlike Eggman. It's just the fact that people don't understand Tails' mind.

For Sonic, I actually don't know what his next steps would be outside of the endless loop that is stopping Eggmans plans. Not having his friends around as much (close to never) anymore would definitely be a solitude that hurts. But he wants to respect the choices they've made, so almost all of the encounters/run-ins he might get with them are up to chance. Maybe he'll see Tails on TV on a brief run, being interviewed on his inventions. He wouldn't want to look or listen too hard, or the surprise would be ruined. Maybe Knuckles got lost, and when Sonic tries to help out, now they're both lost because of how much the cities have changed. Would add something for Amy, but again, I don't fully understand her arc!

Being alone without his friends would definitely remind him of his childhood. He'd start reminiscing, making him awfully bittersweet about it all. It's selfish to think this way, he knows this. But when was the last time he'd been alone for so long? After all of that talk about how he'd handle himself just fine, the silence has never been louder. He'd definitely struggle to interact with people after a certain point, especially his friends. All of the change is draining, with Eggman and possibly some other things/people being his only remaining constants that he's unintentionally clinging onto.

Anyways again, if anyone understood Amy's arc PLEASE tell me. I genuinely want to understand her development in Frontiers so bad.

[obislittleone]

Who Are You Really (6)

Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker x Reader

A/n: gonna wrap this series up soon and work on my din djarin one, but feel free to send in requests bc I usually just write those in my spare time.

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Warnings: ⚠️major no way home spoilers⚠️ angst, kissing.... near death

You'd helped rig the cures along the scaffolding outside of the Statue of Liberty, waiting for Peter to call the daily bugle. You'd given Peter a number that would go directly to J Jonah Jameson, and given that you were now fired, you were not at all afraid of the repercussions. 

"So, you're the one taking shots for the bugle?" The oldest Peter commented. He was quite curious about all the differences in this universe from his own and even the other Peter’s.

"Well.... I did," you scoffed, squating down to stretch your feet. You weren't a super person like they were, and your feet did have limits when it came to jumping off of things. "As of this morning I am newly unemployed."

"Ouch," they said in unison, causing you to smile.

"I was the best photographer in this city, too. I wonder how they'll ever replace me."

"So humble," your Peter was laughing like a little school boy. You loved the sound, it made you happy. Seeing him light up at his own joke, his smile was blinding.

"I do my best."

Your English classmate hopped down onto the platform you'd all been standing on, grabbing the cure he wanted to place on top of the crown. He was done making his call, so from there the last thing was to wait on the horribles, as you'd started calling them.

You stood up and walked past both Peters, ready to get to higher ground. This was a fight you weren't ready for, and you knew it, but you couldn't pull back now. You'd come too far to give up. You'd help them defeat the villains, or die trying.

"Where you going?"

You turned around, and big brown eyes followed after you with concern.

"If Obi Wan Kenobi taught me anything, it's that I need to get to higher ground when fighting."

You told it as a joke, it was meant to be funny. He didn't seem too happy about it and stood in your way from leaving.

"It's really dangerous. You could get hurt," he said, his tall and broad body acting like a blocking unit between you and the ramp to the next level.

"I know the risks, I wanted to help, remember?"

He seemed to be silenced for a moment, and you thought that perhaps you'd made your point and he was backing down. You turned your back to him again and kept walking. You heard him sigh,

"The risk is death."

You stopped, frozen in your tracks.

He's lost people before, you understsnd why he's sensitive to it... you just didn't know he cared that much about your well being. The other Peter's were happy to have the added help on the side, but he was adamant about your participation.

"I dragged you into this," he said, walking up behind you and turning you around to face him. He was close to you, and you didn't expect him to let his hand linger by your waist for so long, but it did. "If I got you killed I would-"

"What am I supposed to do? I refuse to sit on the sidelines when my help is needed. I've done that for too long now."

You weren't angry at him, but somehwat confused. He was a contradiction in and of himself, keeping you along for the ride then sending you away at a moments notice for danger. If you were going to be apart of this, you wanted all in. Wanted to do your best to help him and the others to accomplish their cause.

"Ned and MJ still need protection," he suggested, nodding his head to the open portal to the school classroom. It was evident they didn't need to be protected. Ned was apparently gifted with magical abilities... you had nothing but a fancy suit and a mean right hook.

You looked at him in an annoyed fashion, and he knew the depths of your stubbornness would not budge on your case. He had learned so much about you in only a day and a half, and knew that you were the type to stand your ground, even if everyone was telling you to fall.

"Please, for me?" He wouldn't explain it to you if he didn't have to. He wondered if you would even be comfortable knowing about his fascination towards you. You might be repulsed to know that he was looking at you in an otherly way besides friendship.

When you'd been working at the generator station in the lab, the older Peter had a few words with him about his love life.

'I wouldn't give up if I were you.' He took it to heart.

You didn't know if it was the enchanting glint in his eyes, or the way his softer tone melted your solid stance, but you found yourself in a lucid trance, easily going along with his idea.

"Okay," you said dimly, turning back around again and heading for the edge of the platform. "Could you drop me a line?"

You'd used your extra cable to repell from the school dome earlier in the night, having no way to get down except for a line of webbing.

He grabbed your hand, turning it over before shooting some webbing on the lower part of your wrist. You smiled at him, then gave a salute before dramaticly falling backwards. He chuckled lightly as he lowered you to the level beneath him.

You used your claws to cut the line, then approached the orange gateway of magic sparkles.

"Hey guys, looks like I'm sitting this one out," you slumped into the room, finding a chair to reside on in the meantime. MJ was very observant, and you knew it. Everyone knew it. She had been watching all the happenings of today with great intrigue. You especially.

"Do you like Peter?" She came up to you, standing very calmly and speaking like it wasn't a hard question to answer. Was she out of her mind?

"What? No, MJ I would never do that to you," you freaked out, eyes widened.

"Not my Peter, that one."

You followed her hand, seeing where her fingertip lead your eyes. Tall, broad, and beautiful. He was so athleticly built, you could even tell his form from far away.

"Oh."

"Do you deny it?"

You scoffed. There were bigger things happening right now. He wasn't even from your universe. You didn't need to be thinking about anything else right now.

"He's from a different world, and I'm probably never going to see him again after today."

"So you don't deny it, you just avoid the true answer which is yes," she spelled it out perfectly. You wanted to be able to feel those things for him, and maybe even have those feelings returned for you, but if there was the slightest chance he reciprocated, it was still impossible. He couldn't stay here.

"I'm trying not to make this hard for myself," you tagged back. If you'd admitted to anything out loud, that would make it real, and you couldn't just have those words floating around, especially when it would inevitably lead to certain sadness. "Expect disappointment, and you will never be disappointed."

She seemed to be annoyed, having her own words quoted back to her while being used to make a point against her argument.

"It would be kinda romantic though," Ned popped in from the corner. You snapped your head over, and he was looking at you both with a reflective stare. "Star crossed lovers from different universes."

"Thanks, Ned."

The sarcasm must have shot right over his head, because he smiled and nodded in return.

"You're welcome. You know my mom says I'm really wise."

You laughed at that one. You hadn't really talked to Ned outside of physics, but you knew he was a fun kid to be around. Very optimistic, too.

After waiting a while longer, the sky had brightened with lightning, and sand swept through the darkness. You stood to your feet, watching everything start unfolding before your eyes.

"Might be time to close this up, Ned."

He started circling his hands, but the portal did not close. You watched him struggle, and when nothing happened, both you and MJ started chiming in. He was getting angsty, which wasn't helping the cause, but the portal wasn't getting any smaller on it's own.

"It's okay, just focus."

He closed his eyes and tried again, but to no avail for the millionth time.

"Maybe try doing it the other way," you suggested, mimicking his movements in the other direction.

He tried it, and again there were no changes. The fight outside was getting dangerously close to you guys, and with MJ keeping the multiversal box in her hands, it made you all vulnerable.

As soon as Dr. Conners caught whiff of the portal, he wasted no time in jumping down on your level, and running towards you all.

"Get that thing out of here," you shoved MJ forward, along with Ned. You all ran into the classroom, making an attempt at escaping. You heard the clanging of desks and other equipment, turning around and seeing that there wasn't any time. You lagged behind the others just a little to give them a delay. The lizard made a swipe in your direction, landing one nasty hit against the side of your stomach before you dropped down to dodge it's colossal arms. MJ's Peter came to the rescue just in time, making a diversion long enough for you all to get out onto the scaffolding structure. You all ran like hell, but there were still dangers lurking at every corner. You would have been fine on your own, but now there were MJ and Ned to account for. They were your friends. You couldn't just leave them to get hurt.

Ned tried to spin another portal, but when he did, Dr. Strange was waiting to greet the three of you. He looked pissed off as far as you could tell, but with him now here, you could leave them in his capable hands.... or so you thought. You ran to the nearest ramp, getting onto the next level. The three Spidermen had been curing villains left and right, but when the Goblin joined in, all bets were off. The Peter of your world wanted nothing more than to kill him, and he had the right to feel that way, but it would be in vain to destroy the thing he swore to fix. Aunt May would want him to keep doing the right thing.

Doctor Strange was ready to send them all away, perfectly fine with leaving Osborn to die in his respective universe... but the goblin had other plans. He'd wedged a bomb inside of the box, and it went off within seconds. You'd fallen down to a lower level, seeing the boards begin to break beneath MJ's feet. She looked down and around at the crackiling noises, unsure of where to move. You sprinted in her direction, knocking her out of the way before the platform broke, sending you into a free fall.

It all happened so fast, and yet in slow motion. You reached out for literally anything to prevent the surely fatal fall from continuing, but nothing was there to hold onto. MJ's Peter had seen what happened, and jumped after you, unable to let anyone else he knew die tonight. He held his hand out, and nearly made contact with you, but the goblin's glider took him straight out of your path.

You were going to die. Your life, counting down from just seconds. It was all going to end. Tick, tick, tick...

You closed your eyes, feeling the ground get closer and closer... but you never hit the concrete.

Long arms engulfed you, holding you close and not budging where they kept close your body. You didn't even have to open your eyes to know who it was.

You clung tightly to him, your heart still beasting out of your chest, your rapid breathing unable to even itself.

He strung a web to a beam, reaching the ground with you safely in his arms. He didn't put you down right away, struggling to believe what just happened himself.

"Are you okay?" He asked, looking you over for any immediate injuries. There weren't any as far as he could see.

"Yeah..." you trailed, watching his eyes tear up as he surely thought of his Gwen. The one who fell too fast. He bit his lip to try and keep himself from crying, but it was a useless effort. "Are you okay?"

He took a second to breath out, and then nodded with a slight smile. He did it. He didn't make the same mistake as last time. He placed a gentle hand at your face, looking over every inch to make sure you were absolutely okay.

"I caught you," he spoke in a whisper, more for himself than for you. You leamed into his touch and nodded. You were getting misty eyed for his sake, too.

"You caught me."

An eruption of the sky above you took away the moment too soon, but you could thank him later. There was still one more cure that needed to be administered.

You ran to see where Ned and MJ were, while Peter swung away to go help the others.

You found them on the ground, looking at you like they'd seen a ghost. They run over with terror on their faces. You'd not known them very well until this day, but You'd be safe to say that after this, you would have some good friends by your side. They rushed up to you in a hug, the tight squeezing making you realize that the Lizard took a deeper stab at you than you originally thought.

"What happened? We saw you fall and then-"

"He caught me."

They were both quiet, coming to their own conclusions about what you just said. 'He' could have been anyone.... but you referred to him so simply. Of course they knew who you were talking about. MJ smiled with a raised eyebrow, which quickly turned into a wide smirk.

You rolled your eyes and shoved passed them both, on your way over to see if they needed your help. Unlikely, but still. You ran over to the fallen shield, hopping down once you saw the hurt Spider-Man.

You were relieved to find out he was okay, but he'd still been injured pretty badly.

"It's okay, I've been stabbed before," he muttered out between breaths. You hadn't known what went down, but you figured it was probably nasty.

"Oh good, good."

You helped him get comfortable where he laid, just enough until Dr. Strange could fix this whole mess and send everyone home.... wait. You weren't ready for them all to be sent home, not yet.

The sky was opening above your heads, the multiversal dimensions were splitting and causing a cosmic rip in the space time continuum. You would be freaked out over it if your mind hadn't been plagued with the fact that your Peter was going back... leaving forever.

The Peter from your universe swung down quickly, bringing what everyone else thought was great news.

"It looks like you guys are about to go home," he said, saying his last goodbyes to the brothers he never had. They were happy to help, it what's they do. It hurt the eldest Spider-Man a little too much, given that he was still stabbed, but the hug they all embraced was touching.

As quick as he came to deliver the news, he left, swinging off to who knows where. All you knew was that your time was limited, and you didn't want to waste any of it.

"Peter?"

Both of them turned their heads in your direction, but you only made eye contact with one. He looked back at you with the same expression, seeing as you took the last few steps between you both. With no space left between you and all the unspent adrenaline running through your veins, you reached behind his neck and pulled him towards you, giving to him the first kiss you ever gave anyone.

It was clumsy and it was rushed, but he treasured it like it was the last one he'd ever receive. His hands held you close like when he caught you, not wanting to let go.

"If I hold on tight enough I'll take you with me," he muttered when you both broke apart.

"That's not how it works," you shook your head, resting it against his as you could feel the air change. Something was happening.

He held onto you anyway, trying to see if you could be wrong.

"I won't forget you," you promised, and before he could answer you, he slipped through your fingers, disappearing into thin air along with all the others that weren't from this world.

For you, this story would end like it started. All alone.

"I won't forget you."

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Also calm down and don't be mad at me, there's another chapter coming

[charliedawn]

Imagine being send to the Maze and being childhood friends of Newt and Gally (Part 1)

The first thing you notice when you open your eyes are the bright red lights, blinding you momentarily as you seem to go further up. You try to look around for anything that you may use as a weapon and are relieved to find a hammer. At least, you wouldn't be defenseless..You wait until the elevator stops completely before hiding underneath a nearby cover. You soon hear the doors open and see multiple feet entering the cage to take the crates. However, a certain pair of feet stops just in front of you and, without a warning, snatches the cover from above your head.

" What the..?!"

But you don't let the boy finish his sentence before taking the hammer out and knocking him out to get out. Some of the boys try to stop you, but you run faster and climb up the only place you know where you can be safe. The tower. You climb up as fast as you can and threaten anyone that would climb up would feel your wrath. Alby tries to talk to you, but your only answer is a banana in his face..However, after a few minutes, you say that you will not get down until you've talked to those named Gally and Newt. The two men look at each other with a slight frown, not understanding why the weird girl would want to talk to them. They still oblige and climb the stairs with caution. When they reach the top, you are huddled in a corner and look at them with suspicious narrowed eyes.

" Are you Gally and Newt ?"

Newt nods before crouching in front of you with a kind smile.

" Yes. I'm Newt, and this is Gally..Now, mind telling us who you are and how you know us ?"

You bite you lower lip hesitantly before finally admitting.

" Because, I knew you..My name is Lace, and I was your friend."

Their eyebrows both shot up in surprise and you lower your hammer. You want to get out something from your inner pocket, but Gally is quick and grabs your upper arm with a worried frown. You raise your hands in surrender and he is the one that takes out the thing you wanted to show them. A picture. A picture with three kids surrounded by their parents. A family picture. Newt looks at the picture as well and looks up at you with incomprehension. You understand and quickly explains.

" It's us. It's been a long time of course but, I never gave up hope that I would find you. I had to work very hard to get here and not get my memory zapped like everyone else. But, it was definitely worth it.."

You hug Newt that seems dumbfounded for a moment, but wraps his arms around you tentatively as well. Gally, still clutching the picture in his hand, eyes you warily, unsure as to trust you or not. You feel his hesitation and decide not to hug him..yet. However, Newt is curious and asks when you've taken a step back.

" W..Who were we ? Who were our parents ? I have so many questions.."

You laugh at his obvious enthusiasm and you nod understandingly.

" Of course. And I'll answer every one of them. Gally, you are the son of two marins and you spent most of your life on a boat. You parents were nice and hard-working people. While you, Newt, are the son of a bookshop owner and a gardener. I never met such lovely people and so gentle..They were very good people. You can be proud. They fought very hard to protect you."

Newt smiles proudly and his eyes fill with tears at you description, while Gally stares at you with his permanent frown..They hadn't changed. Even with the world turning to chaos, they had managed to stay the same as you remembered them..

" And we're supposed to believe that ?! For all we know, this could be a trap. You could be a trap. This image could be fake and everything you just said may just end up being a big lie.."

Gally, always the cautious one..You sigh and walk towards Gally that arks an eyebrow and takes a step forward, as if to prove that he isn't afraid of you. However, you only smile up at him before taking him surprisingly by the ear to yank him forward.

" Gally. I've spent the last 6 years searching for you. So, I don't give a thing if you believe me or not. I'm gonna make you two leave this place even if it's the last thing I do..I won't wait for a griever or whatever abomination there is out there get to you. I'm going to save you, that you want it or not. Got it, Mister Grumpyface ?"

Newt wants to intervene, but you glare at him with such intensity that he doesn't dare cross you. You then return to Gally that is red with anger and embarrassment. If looks could kill..Well, you would be very dead. Fortunately, you know that Gally has trouble with hitting girls..So he wouldn't hurt you. Possibly. However, he slaps your hand away and walks away, mumbling to himself about how you will be the end of everything.

Newt stands by you side and sighs at the reaction of his friend.

" Sorry about him..He'll come around eventually."

You smile and nod before looking at the knife on the floor.

" So, you're positive that everyone here is safe ? You're safe ?"

You ask with concern and he nods with a small reassuring smile.

" We are. Well..As safe as one can get in the Labyrinth that is."

You nod again understandingly before looking at the huge walls ahead. Instinctively, you grab Newt's hand and promise him.

" I'll get you out of here..And I'll make sure that W.I.C.K.E.D never finds you again."

He frowns, pondering for a moment before his face lights up and he asks excitedly.

" Wait..You know W.I.C.K.E.D ?! You're like Tommy then !"

You frown in incomprehension and Newt takes your hand to guide you towards the ladder.

" Come on. There's someone you should meet."

You trust him and get down as well. You follow him, trying to ignore all of the odd stares that the rest of the group is giving you. You arrive in a little hut where a dark-haired boy is looking at the runners at a map. You automatically recognize him and freeze. Newt turns his head towards you with a small frown.

" Are you okay ?"

But you don't answer and only start walking towards the boy and embracing him in front of everyone, crying. You then whisper in his ear.

" Thank you.."

Thomas doesn't know how to react and looks at Newt for an explanation, but Newt is as surprised as him. Sensing his discomfort, you take a step back and laugh awkwardly while wiping your tears away.

" Sorry..You..You told me how to get in. I thought they had killed you.."

He doesn't understand, but then another voice rise up.

" Y/N ?!"

You look in the direction of the voice and find..Oh God no..Theresa. You glare at her with crossed arms and gritted teeths. Of course, she would follow Thomas in Hell if it meant helping W.I.C.K.E.D. Before anyone can stop you, you take a nearby knife and try to attack her. However, Gally is there to grab your hand and twist your arm. You let go of the knife while him and some other guys drag you away. However, you still scream at Thomas and Newt.

" Don't trust her ! She'll kill us all !"

You are locked in some kind of pit and Gally closes it while glancing at you.

" You shouldn't have done that..You nearly broke one of the rules.."

Gally tells you finally and you look up at him with surprise.

" What rules ?"

His eyes widen in surprise.

" Newt didn't tell you ?"

You shake your head negatively and he sighs loudly before answering you.

"There are three rules you must follow in order to stay.

Never go outside the Glade, unless you are a Runner.

Never hurt another Glader. We have to trust each other.

Everyone does their part. No slackers.

You tried to hurt Theresa. But, since you didn't know the rules. I suppose they'll let it slide.."

However, he doesn't seem too happy about that last part. You decide not to push it and ask him instead.

" You don't want to know anything about your old life, why ?"

He seems to hesitate before answering truthfully.

" Because I'm afraid to know why they send me away.."

You frown. Send him away ? You are about to answer him when he takes back his serious face and adds almost spitefully.

" And I don't trust you."

That is more understandable. He looks one last time at you before walking away.

" I'll come search for you tomorrow morning."

You don't respond and wait until the light of his torch is far enough before taking out a small wooden horse with a small smile.

" I did it, mom..I found them. I'll find him also, I promise."

You kiss the small object before putting it back around your neck. You look up and smile as you see the stars shining up there. In the city, you couldn't see the stars because of the many building in the capital..But here ? You feel free. You were maybe trapped in a pit, but you feel more free than you've ever been in the city. You start laughing to yourself and start dancing in the pit, unaware that you have some spectators.

" What is she doing ?!"

Chuck asks Thomas, confused. But Thomas is as confused as him, while Newt can't help but laugh a little beside them. They both look at him with widened eyes and Newt finally answers with a small smile.

" Isn't it obvious ? She's dancing."

[mashiraostail]

How about Aizawa, Present Mic, Toshinori and Midnight with an S/O who's a super light sleeper due to anxiety and they get freaked out by sudden loud noises that wake them up and one night they hear something so S/O wakes them up to shyly ask if they'll do a sweep of the house with them to help them feel safe enough to go back to sleep?

me walking around my tiny ass apartment w my huge ass dog as if either of us r gonna do something if we happen upon an intruder  

Aizawa Shouta: You were probably just hearing things. Shouta wasn’t an unusually deep sleeper, you were sure if it was a concerning noise he’d wake up too, you were just a freakishly light sleeper. You told yourself that over and over to calm yourself down. Seriously wind outside wakes you up, Shouta snuffling into the pillow beside you has woken you up before, your neighbor closing their door too loud upstairs has woken you up. Whatever startled you just had to be one of those things, or something similar. So go back to sleep. You think that but you just stare at the slightly ajar door of your bedroom..what if someone...or something was out there? You should get up and check, right?  You hear another creek. Nope. No way. Not alone.  You’ve seen what happens in the movies, and besides this is what dating a pro hero is for, he can do it. You look over to the man sleeping beside you, he was on his back, one arm still partially outstretched to accommodate you where you’d been laying against his side, the other behind his head. His chest was rising and falling with long sleepy breaths, the low bun he’d pulled his hair into tufted up behind him on the pillow.  Gee. You felt sort of bad waking him up when he looked so comfortable. But also there could totally be a killer in the kitchen, or worse. Something way worse could be in the kitchen. You watch his nose twitch. But he looked so sleepy, even now he had bags under his eyes. Another creak.  “Shouta.” You hiss, you don’t know why your whispering, you live here. He just snuffles under his breath, but doesn’t seem to wake up.  “Sho..” You plant a hand firmly on his chest and shake him a little, his skin was warm on your already clammy palms.  “Huh?” It’s gruff, a little irritated, and tired, he drags the hand that was once behind his head down his face, “’d you call me?” He isn’t sure why he asks, the way you’re sitting up beside him and your hand on his chest tells him what he needs to know.  “Sorry.” You murmur, “’m really sorry to wake you up but I think I heard something..and I can’t go back to sleep, come check with me?”  Sure he’s tired but that’s kinda sweet...he can’t help the fact he enjoys being asked for help, it’s his job after all as a teacher and a pro, he’s glad you lean on him. It’s nice to feel needed, and it’s nice to know he puts you at ease. He hums indifferently as he sits up, “mmhm.” He nods, rubbing his eyes, “yeah, alright. Where’d you hear it?” “The kitchen I think?”  He grumbles, “okay come on.” He gets up and stretches a little, “stay behind me alright, scardey cat?”  He checks everywhere, even the closet you hadn’t opened since you moved into the place.  “Nothing’s here.” You’re back at your bedroom door where you started, “just us.” He presses a long kiss to your temple, “think you can get to sleep now?”  “Yeah, thanks..” You follow him back to bed and he shuffles underneath the covers again. “any time. Wake me up again if you need me.” 

Hizashi Yamada: You’re pretty sure the couple above you had dogs, more than a few and they were all big. You were sure that’s what the clacking was, just cute little dog paws on polished wood floors. That’s all it was. But it still sounded damn creepy in the middle of the night. Hizashi was a deep sleeper, maybe a little unnaturally deep, that guy could sleep through a lot of noise, seeing as he made so much himself he was probably used to it. But he was a pro, after all, if something was strange he’d probably notice it too...it wasn’t anything you’re just paranoid for some reason. You scold yourself as you shuffle back into your pillows, there’s nothing to be afraid of so just go to sleep. The dark of the hallway beyond your bedroom door is taunting you though, anything could be in there.  You should just check- was that a shape in the darkness? No way. Nevermind screw checking you’d just die here, whatever- You look over and realize Hizashi is with you, laying on his side, facing you one arm under a pillow the other reaching out to drape itself across your stomach, his hair was mostly freed from the elastic he’d used to pull it back earlier in the night. No... You furrow your eyebrows at him, he looked so cozy. You couldn’t wake him up for nothing...unless it wasn’t nothing...but..his hand closes around your waist and you’re heart swells a little, it could totally be nothing... You swear you see something move. “Zash-” You murmur at him, to no avail. “Zashi-” You grip his arms, “hey Zash..”  “After hours.” He mutters pressing into the pillow. “Zash please-” You push against the bare skin of his back with your palm, shaking his whole body.  “Wuh-wussit?” He picks his head up off the pillow, just barely, “somethin wrong?” His arm lifts off your stomach as he rubs his eyes, “what’s up?”  “I think I heard something, can you come check?”  Yeah okay, his heart swells a little bit with pride. Maybe a lot. He sits up quickly, “of course baby! Where do you think it’s coming from?”  “I think the front hall? I dunno..” You confess, “but I just..I can’t sleep now and-”  “Say no more.” He holds his hand up, “you stay here and I’ll check it out-”  “Would you mind..if I just come? You know..incase?” You stop him, the last thing you wanted was to be alone in this dark room all alone. “Of course you can come!” He feels a little bad that you’re scared but his heart is absolutely singing right now, he thinks its the sweetest thing in the world. You were scared and he made you feel better? Come on that’s heaven. “Wanna hold my hand?” He offers it to you as you regroup at the foot of your bed.  “Looks like it was just a neighbor or something.” He hums as you return to the foot of your bed, “nothing looked out of place to me.” He doesn’t make you let go of his hand, “feel any better?”  “Mhm..” You nod and he grins at you, leaning down to kiss your temple. “Let’s just get back under the covers, not like anything can hurt us under there anyway, we’ve made it this far with that method, right?” 

Yagi Toshinori: He was on the lighter side when it came to sleepers, though he was average usually, sometimes if you were a little too restless beside him he’d stir up, if this noise was really suspect he’d wake up. But he was sleeping like a baby beside you. He said it so often, as long as he wasn’t worried you didn’t need to be. He didn’t look even a little worried right now.  But...the clattering..it sounded like something was rummaging around where it didn’t belong...plus it’s not like Toshi was a nobody, retired or no he was still the symbol of peace, he still had a target on his back, he probably always would. So you should check, for his sake and- the rattling makes your heart stop.  The symbol of peace can do it.  “Yagi-” You turn to him, about to reach over and shake him up but..oh..no. He looks so content and sleepy on his back, both arms still stretched out to be holding onto you, though one was trapped across his abdomen as you’d sat up and it fell away. His face was relaxed and he was snoring quietly. But the noise. He snuffled, nose wrinkling and twitching as he settled further into the pillow. But sweet cozy Yagi...the next clatter was enough to make you jump.  “Toshi hey-” You reach out and press a hand to his chest, “Tosh?”  “Mhm?” He mumbles and shuffles closer to you.  “I heard something...” You murmur and his eyes crack open. “heard something?” His other hand slides down you back and you nod, “it freaked me out.” You flatten your palms against his chest and look up at him, “can you check..?”  He can’t say he’s not a little honored that you still fell protected by him even without All Might in the picture, you still wanted him to go sweep the place for anything out of the ordinary, he appreciates it more than he’ll say. Even though he’s retired, he’s still simple, once a hero always a hero, he can’t help but just want to protect.  “Oh?” He sits up, “yeah I can do that.” He musses up his hair, “where’d you hear it?” “I’ll show you?” You follow him and he nods, outstretching an arm and welcoming you into his side, “alright, just stay by me okay?” You nod up at him as he pushes your bedroom door open.  He looks through the whole place, every cabinet and closet, around every corner, keeping one arm around your shoulders, huddling you into his side.  “Looks like it was just a bad dream or something.” He reassures you, back in your bedroom, “did I miss anything?” He takes your head in his hands and presses a long kiss to your hairline, you shake your head, “No, I don’t think so. Sorry to wake you up..”   “If you’re afraid and I can make you feel better I want you to wake me up.” He hums, smiling at the feeling of your hands coming around his wrists, he can see your eyelids drooping “you seem exhausted now, if you’re feeling better let’s get into bed.” 

Nemuri Kayama: Oh no. No way. You are not the one. Whatever was having a field day in your living room would just have to call it a night.  No. You scold yourself, nothing was in the living room, it was the heater clanking on, your neighbors stomping around in heels, maybe a stray cat trying to get in a window or something. No one was in here but you and Nemuri, like every night, like normal.  Nemuri was a light enough sleeper, you’d woken her up easily before by mistake so if this was really something to worry about she’d be up too, you were sure of it. Unless maybe she had a long day and was really just super deeply asleep..then what?? What if it was something malicious and she was too tired to wake up for it and you talk yourself down too much and then neither of you suspect anything? You should check- a low whirring makes you reconsider.  You look up at Nemuri, you were still laid against her, huddled into her side, both of her arms were around you, one hand half curled around the nape of her neck, her nails had been lightly scratching circles into your skin before she dozed off. Her cheek was pressed up against you, she looked to comfortable to bother but..that low whirring was back, what if it was some evil vacuum or something? She’d know what to do about an evil vacuum. She turns into you a bit and takes in a deep sleepy breath, it makes your chest prattle with affection. The whirring has banging now, there is now both banging and whirring, high alert. It makes you sit up. “Hey Nemuri-” You look down at her and she groans. “Muri-” You shake her a little and she groans again, louder. “What’s wrong?” She doesn’t open her eyes.  “I need help.” “Oh?” She peeks an eye open, “with what?”  “I heard a noise outside. I’m freaked out.”  “Oh.” She opens both her eyes fully, “that’s kind of adorable.”  “I’m glad one of us is enjoying this. I’ve got a seriously bad feeling.” You grumble and she laughs.  “Alright well wait here and your big bad girlfriend will scare all the villains away-”  “Leave me here ALONE for them to kidnap?” You spring up as she stands, “no way you’re getting rid of me that easy, I’m coming with you.”  She snorts at that, “gosh, you’re right, how could I be so foolish? Come with, me and stay close. I forgot i’ve got precious cargo” She waits for you to catch up and offers you her arm, which you take gratefully, “come on my little jellyfish.”  Despite her teasing she’s very thorough as she checks out the place. She’s glad you trust her with your safety so much, she’s glad you came to her before you worked yourself up too much. “I dunno what you heard baby.” She shakes her head as you reconvine by your bed, “but whatever it was, nothing is in here besides us.” She crosses her heart with her free hand, her nail catching the ribbed fabric of her sports bra just a little, she definitely did that on purpose, “just you, me, and all the sexual tension between us-” She wraps two arms around your back and you flutter at the contact. “Sexual tension? Mur, we’re practically married-”  “That’s what makes it great.” She hums pulling you even closer. “Nemuri I’m tired-” You complain, bracing yourself against her solid shoulders as she pulls you into her chest, lips pressing a line up your jaw.  “You can’t wake me up and be all cute like this and expect me not to react, that’s cruel and unusual. Besides it’ll just help you sleep better in the end.” 

[danieyells]

Messy mutterings about Chapter 55 spoilers with a small angst warning, copypasted from discord with little cleaning and edits lol

I'm imagining Raphael sent Luke away so he wouldn't interfere with him killing/fighting Michael and Simeon went along with the idea and is in the human world too so Luke's not, y'know, on his own in a strange new world and to reduce Luke's suspicion and all. But as Michael and Raphael are fighting or whatever Luke somehow learns what's going on/realizes why things are off and rushes home to try and stop it.

He tries to get between Raphael and Michael(perhaps his back, Raph perhaps striking while Michael is lost in thought missing the brothers, spaced out, staring at the wall where their portraits were) and is struck violently by Raphael's spear instead. Simeon, ofc, followed him home to try and protect him but is too late because of Luke's own determination to protect Michael bonus if he grows a little in this scene--just magically, because his current smol form is too weak to help surely but if he were a little bigger, a little stronger, maybe he could make it in time--!! and Luke is impaled.

He doesn't die but none of the three wanted Luke hurt in this confrontation--Michael is angry at Raph for attacking/being violent in the first place, Raph is mad at Simeon for failing to restrain Luke, and Simeon is like is now really the time for this because hello Luke is hurt.

Angels are made of strong stuff, he's not gonna die but he'll be in a bad spot if they don't get him to an angel who specializes in healing. I've elected this to be Uriel for now although I've been told that Raphael is generally percieved as the angel of healing--but with OM canon his reputation sonfar is so hostile I'm gonna say that may not be the case. Michael (or Raph) can stave things off for a bit but he's not healing specialized either--they're all Archangels and Seraphs but their fields are elsewhere, mostly combat.

(Luke tries to assure that he's fine and attempts to remove the spear. They don't allow this because the spear is, of course, keeping most of his blood in at the moment.)

They can't fly him to someone because it'd be bumpier so they have to carry him or call/run/send for help--so other angels do learn what's going on and speculation begins. Luke is hospitalized and Raph and Michael and Simeon stay with him while he sleeps, kinda tensely, not really ready to talk out whatever happened. But before he passed out Luke tried to tell Raphael not to fight/kill Michael, to talk to him instead. He wanted to tell him to talk to the demons/humans too, they're not as bad as they think(he and Raph are very likeminded so he thinks 'maybe Raphael will listen to me since I'm starting to see that I was a little wrong maybe') but he couldn't get it out.

Simeon messages the demons, Solomon, and MC and says he won't be returning to the human world/devildom for a bit because Luke was hurt in the CR. Mammon, having had recently gotten attached to Luke, is stunned and angry and anxious and wants to know what happened. Simeon isn't ready to tell them yet, and Mammon demands Barb make a portal to the CR for him to check on Luke--surely Barb is also worried because he cares for Luke too!

Diavolo says they're not allowed to go and Barb agrees(he felt as much before Diavolo said anything too.) Simeon agrees because there's some unrest now and speculation and with an exchange student angel having had been injured by a notoriously demon-skeptical Archangel some angels are worried the demons may be involved in this somehow and if demons suddenly showed up it'd make things worse. Mammon curses his helplessness because his new little brother minion is hurt and he can't even check on him. Simeon feels helpless too--he's an archangel, a Seraph, but he can't help Luke either.

I imagine MC then offers to visit instead--they may be a powerful sorcerer now but they're still just a sheep human with an inhuman aura right? They wouldn't be as concerning for the general populace. After some consideration the demons and Solomon agree this would be okay, as does Michael and Simeon [and Raph maybe] but they say to wait a few hours/a day or two before doing so, just to allow some cooldown/recovery in the CR.

(In the meantime Mammon reviews one of Luke's recent text chains to him where he's baking something. He tries to copy all the steps and instructions and clumsily makes some cupcakes. They're ugly and Mammon isn't known for his stellar cooking, but they kinda relieve him a bit and Beel says they taste alright, so Mammon asks MC to bring them to the CR for Luke for him--there's enough for Michael too since he's probably going through a hard time. It's not like he cares or anything!! He's just building up credit! They'll owe him with interest when this is all said and done!!!)

Idk what'd happen afterwards--it's probably the first time MC meets Raph so it's not under the best circumstances and he definitely wouldn't trust sweets from a demon. And even if he was gonna fight/kill Michael he doesn't trust that Mammon would give him anything safe and instinctively would tell Michael not to touch them, let alone Luke if he's awake to do so. So it's not like he hates Michael, he just. Things need to change and he tried to incite it the only way he knows how--or, rather, the most effective way, given how quickly things changed after the Rebellion. A spear to the throat makes anyone listen. A rebellion is what made Michael change, so maybe it will help him go back to normal too.

(Maybe Luke is awake enough to hear them talking about these things and weakly asks if Raph is going to be exciled over this--the first thing he says since passing out. They're surprised because. He got injured trying to protect Michael but he's still trying to protect Raphael, Michael's assailant? But Luke understands how Raphael feels because he feels the exact same way--or he used to. He didn't trust demons or humans or sorcerers or the exchange program, he didn't think they should get along at all. And he saw how sad Michael was without the brothers and hated them for that too--and Raph feels the same way, right?

Angels are all family. Raphael, Michael, Luke, Simeon, even when they disagree, when their views don't align due to time and perspectives and experiences and ages and positions, they're all brothers. And Lucifer and them were their family too. Even if they disliked them or how they behaved, even if they resent their rebellion and its effects they were still family and they loved and cared about them.

And Raphael doesn't want to see Michael hurting anymore either--certainly not over people who don't care anymore, certainly not over people who turned on them and Father, who must hate them as well. . .but he's been with the brothers for over a year now. Maybe two or three at this point. And he may have only learned it recently but. . .they haven't forgotten. They probably don't hate them. And the demons, the humans, even those unfaithful and the practitioners of dark magic, the fallen, they're not as bad as they thought. They're not necessarily their enemies. Raphael doesn't know it like Luke does because he's never left the CR aside for war and maybe visiting the human world briefly too, right? But if he'd consider things differently, if he's allowed a chance to learn, Luke himself promises Michael, promises Father who's surely watching as he always is, that he'll understand. Raph made a rash decision albeit after many many years of consideration-- but it was out of ignorance, so please forgive him and give him another chance and don't excile him? On top of that he needs a chance to learn and do better--imagine how he'd feel, being turned into something he hates or fears? It will help him learn, sure, but it also may only make him feel worse or make him do something more rash or result in another Fall if he has supporters.

Raphael doesn't hate Michael--he just wants things to be different. Perhaps to go back to normal. And he doesn't want Michael to mope over the loss of the seven brothers and Lilith anymore either.

And maybe in this time, since they'd have to decide what to do about Raph, Michael requested Diavolo come over too--y'know, in case Raph is exciled, they'd want Diavolo's approval and reassurance to keep an eye on him too. So maybe he or Barb, as they arrive in the room, would approve of Luke's appeal--ask what Michael and Simeon And Raph and MC think. They could always bring him in as an exchange student too! 😘 That worked for Luke!

Ultimately Raph probably wouldn't be exciled/become a Fallen but be given another chance. Maybe he's stripped of his title temporarily, until he's sufficiently deemed to learn about demons, angels, their history together, culture, whether or not they can get along, etc--so he's bitter, but thankful. And Michael understands that perhaps he's been allowing how much he misses the brothers and Lilith to cloud him and maybe it's time to move on and make changes to the Celestial Realm again after all this time. Bonus points if the bros came along and he was too distracted to sense them--someone's like "oh you're moving on? So we came here for no reason after all?" and ofc he's happy to see them again and gets to hang out with them again for a while before getting to say a goodbye with more closure. And he hangs off of Lucifer's neck the whole time they're there lol he and Dia bond over being Lucifer fanboys too.

Luke's okay in the end--a little worse for wear because being stabbed by Raphael is Not A Small Ordeal but he's okay and he shows a little more maturity. But he's also still same old Luke who will happily point out how awful demons are and use it as an excuse for distrust/fear--but he's more mindful of it now because he feels like he needs to set a good example for Raph lmao.)

[l8rhader]

Idk if you'd do Streddie but it can be platonic "Someone will coming running and I know they'll take you home."

*ahem*

Now, I've never written streddie and it's not necessarily something I ship, but I love them all so much (and also DEH) that I'll give it a shot.

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-1992-

Slow footsteps crunched through the dried leaves on the floor of the barrens. It had only been dark for the better part of three hours, but the temperature had dropped off radically. Richie had known something was up when Stan had gotten fidgety while they were watching Eddie's track meet. A lewd comment about Eddie's legs and ass normally brought out the snippy, protective boyfriend in Stan, not an awkward, fumbling acquiescence. Before long he had split and Richie was torn between staying to watch one boyfriend and taking off after the other. Seeing as how he was the former's ride, he decided to stick by. Besides, two heads were better than one when it came to Stanley and Eddie just got Stan in a way Richie was always baffled by. He could center them both, but he'd never understand. The boys had parked by the road and decided to walk up the path, fearing the morning's rain leaving the ground too soft for Richie's car.

They bickered along the way, Eddie worrying and rambling off a litany of ways Stan could be dead by now and Richie quickly shooting back the ways in which Stan was not likely to succumb to any of those fates. Just as Eddie was reaching for Richie's hand to pull them back toward civilization, up ahead, almost out of sight, Stan was perched on a low branch of an old oak tree, a six pack of clear bottles beside him. Richie breathed a sigh of relief and offered up a steady hand to help him down.

"I'm not going and you can't- can't make me," Stan hiccuped through tears and the remains of whatever swill his lab partner's older sister had bought him- Xena or some shit. Whatever it was, it wasn't helping. His parents were really selling their house and he was actually going to have to leave. He was going to be alone. If they managed to get him back to his house, that was it. He was going to have to tell them he was leaving- that it had to be over.

Richie and Eddie exchanged a concerned nod, and Richie helped Eddie up into the tree beside Stan, swinging himself onto a nearby limb. "Going where, Stan the man?"

Hanging his head sadly, Stan struggled to say it. "Georgia." Richie's grip nearly faltered. Eddie turned, swinging his leg over the branch so he was facing Stan. He surveyed his boyfriend carefully.

Georgia? What the fuck did he mean by that? Had he meant Georgie? That was years ago and no one was going anywhere to do with that fucking clown ever again. How were they making him go to Georgia? Was there some class trip Eddie had forgotten about because his mother would never let him go?

Sensing the questions in his mind, Stan deflated a bit, leaning in to rest his chin on Eddie's shoulder. "My parents are selling the house. Dad's being transferred to Macon."

For the first time in his seventeen years of existence, Richie Tozier was speechless. He maneuvered himself across to the branch where his boys were and tugged them under his arm, like he'd done a hundred thousand times and thought he would do a hundred million more. They were supposed to have time. They had plans. They were supposed to have two more years together. They were supposed to go to college together. They were supposed to leave Derry together. To go somewhere they could be themselves. Georgia was not exactly the first (or twenty-first) place Richie would have imagined Stan being free, even if it was without them. A largely antisocial gay jew in the dirty south? The rest of the Losers would have a field day with that... if only most of them would answer a letter now and then. They still saw Mike occasionally, but the rest were gone.

That wasn't a particularly calming thought, either. Would Stan fall out of touch as readily as they had? Letters went unanswered. Calls were probably screened. It had lost it's sting with each departure, but the ache was still there. With Stan, it would just hurt. Especially since it was so unexpected.

The boys sat in companionable silence for a while, none sure of what to say, until it got too cold. When a shiver coursed through Eddie, even tucked between his two favorite people in the whole world, it was time to go. Richie jumped off the branch, helping Stan and Eddie down behind him. Together, they made the trip back to Richie's car quickly, even guiding a far more drunk than expected Stan. They reached Richie's house, climbed up the stairs to his bedroom and dropped into a pile in the center of the carpet. As Stan started to cry, not wanting to accept that this was all going to end, Richie and Eddie could do no more than hold him. They made no promises. Three summers before, they'd made promises enough.

-2016-

After Mike's fateful phonecall, Richie tapped out a quick Google search with 3 key words: Stan Uris Macon? Just as he was settling in on the list of phone numbers, trying to make a decision, his screen lit up. Before he could even piece together a quip to greet the unknown number with, a familiar patter speak came flicking through the speaker. "Richie, I don't know why, but we have to go to Georgia before we go back to Derry. Do you know why? It's this pull. Something bad's gonna happen if we don't- that's not to say that this whole fucking thing isn't horrible. I already totaled my fucking car, Richie, but we have to and I don't know why."

"Take a breath, Eds-"

"Don't fucking call me 'Eds.'" When he finally did as he was bade, it sunk in what he was saying. "Richie..." he said, as it all washed over him. "What are we going to do?"

Richie's heart hammered in his chest. "We get Stan and we do this together."

"Together."

[smileyoongle]

Deception (A Kim Namjoon Mafia AU)

Summary: A damsel in distress and a lonely mafia leader. Different but not too different. The two worlds collide on a rainy night when Kim Namjoon, a renowned Mafia leader is called for an emergency and Y/N Y/L/N is on the run from her abusive father. Feelings stir and he rescues her. But one of them is a liar. And the other's life is on the line. It's only a matter of time until all secrets are out in the open.

Will love be born? Or will death conquer?

chαptєr εïgh†: No More Secrets

Character Count: 9500

Pairing: Namjoon×Reader (Appearances by the whole of BTS)

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If you want to keep a secret, you must also hide it from yourself.

- George Orwell

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Walter stood frozen in the kitchen, leaning on the counter with his arms crossed. In all his years of staying with Namjoon, he had never made a mistake. He had protected Namjoon like his family, at least whenever he got the chance.

So how did he let you get hurt?

It wasn't really his fault since he had no idea that there was someone else in the house. But maybe this was a sign that he had to stop. Maybe he was too old now and his stiff muscles weren't of much use. He was just glad that you weren't hurt too bad.

Walter stared at the wall in front of him, trying not to be too bothered by Namjoon who was now standing by the doorway. Namjoon didn't want to do this at all. But somehow, your life had become very valuable to him. Especially when you clutched on to him, refusing to let go as if you'd drown. It didn't need to be said but Namjoon felt like he had to save you. He needed to save you. And he needed to be saved by you.

Namjoon sighed, glancing at his feet and walking towards the old man stood in the big open kitchen.

"Wal-"

"I'm sorry."

Namjoon pursed his lips, his eyes burning at the emotions that were welling up in him. Walter looked sad and Namjoon knew he was beating himself down. But there was only so much he could do. Lately, all his decisions were actuated by your safety.

With a shaky breath, Namjoon muttered the words he never thought he'd say.

"I think it's time to let you go."

Walter didn't react. Even if he was sad, he didn't let it show. This was bound to happen. Namjoon had only said his thoughts out loud. Things could have been harder if Walter didn't want this. Gratefully, he was okay with this.

Namjoon was caught off guard when Walter simply nodded in response.

Guess this really had to happen.

Hesitantly, Namjoon stretched his hand out, giving Walter a tight lipped smile. The latter immediately took it, holding onto it like his life depended on it. Walter's eyes were red and Namjoon had to endure the pain in his chest.

"I hope you find someone who still has his muscles intact." Walter joked, making Namjoon smile at him. Certainly, this wasn't needed. But Namjoon wasn't only doing this for you. He was doing this so that the older man could live the rest of his life in peace, unbothered by the troubles that Namjoon seemed to bring home with him. It was good yet bad but this was progress in Namjoon's eyes. He was finally doing something for someone else. No selfish intentions. No regrets.

With one final goodbye, the doors to Namjoon's house had closed behind Walter, telling him that there was no going back now. It was done. Namjoon was safe in the house with you and hopefully, you'd take care of him too. Putting on his black fedora, Walter walked away into the night, not looking back once.

Namjoon sighed, resting his forehead against the closed door, wondering if this was the right thing to do. He had to hire someone else now. Yes it would take time to build the same amount of trust again but better safe than sorry.

"Are you okay, Namjoon?"

Your sweet voice made Namjoon turn around in an instant, his eyes taking in your confused and concerned expression. You stood at the bottom of the staircase, your hand resting on the wooden railing while the other clutched the bottom of the t-shirt that was too big for you. Namjoon's heart swelled. It was his.

He took a step towards you, giving you a faint smile. You could tell that this incident had worn him out more than it had affected you. The tired eyes and the exhausted smile of his corroborated your assumptions.

"I thought you must have fallen asleep by now." He said, patiently waiting for you to answer him. You shrugged, taking a step away from the staircase. "Couldn't sleep."

Namjoon nodded in response, proceeding to sit on the couch. He buried his face in his hands, sighing on feeling the place beside him dip. You frowned and rested your cheek on the palm of your hand, your elbow sitting on your knee. Namjoon was certainly not okay and you knew it was due to Walter's absence. You wanted to tell him that you had heard everything but maybe it was best if you didn't talk about this. Instead, you opted for placing your hand on his back, rubbing it soothingly. Namjoon looked at you, his eyes red and glossy. Something inside you ached, your heart begging you to make him feel okay. But you didn't know how. Even though you had problems of your own, Namjoon didn't need to hear about them. What he really wanted was for you to give him solace and comfort.

"Let me be here for you, Namjoon." You pleaded, his eyes closing shut on hearing your words. Clearly, things were beginning to take a toll on him but he refused to let it show.

"I'm okay, Y/N. I- I'm just fine." He assured you, giving you a sympathetic smile. You pursed your lips, reluctantly nodding and standing up.

"If it's not too much, could you..." You trailed off, biting down on your lip in uncertainty. Namjoon noticed your hesitation and stood up, towering over you and raising his eyebrows to urge you on.

Your cheeks grew warm, your eyes frantically looking around the room before you said it out loud.

"...could you sleep with me? Just for tonight?" You asked in a small voice, peering up at Namjoon through your lashes. Namjoon let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head in amusement. For a second, he had grown worried, nonsensical thoughts filling up his mind but here you were, asking him if he could keep you company. Of course he would.

Namjoon nodded, his dimples beaming at you. You mentally sighed in relief and hesitantly held his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. You looked up at him, flashing him the smile that he was falling for. As you led him upstairs, Namjoon's worries disappeared into nothing. He decided to let things go for now. Whoever had broken in will pay for hurting you. Namjoon was gonna make sure of it.

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"I'm sorry but what are we doing?" Rex hissed, trying to keep his voice low and inaudible. It was probably really late into the night when he was woken up by Jungkook to follow Hana. Rex was pissed at first, wondering if this was even worth compromising his sleep for. But his love for adventures was far bigger than that for his sleep. Obviously, Jeon Jungkook must have something in mind if he wanted to do this.

Everyone was now aware about your existence, mixed feelings brewing in each member's heart. Some were happy that Namjoon found someone who wasn't related to this darkness that they had to live in. Some were sad that Namjoon hadn't trusted them enough but Jungkook. He felt betrayed, as if he had been cheated on. It wasn't just that. His emotions had been riled up by Hana, whose eyes looked empty since she found out about you. Jungkook had always thought Namjoon would end up with Hana and they'll all be happy but no. In a span of four years, Namjoon had managed to get over her. That's the only possible explanation.

Jungkook was worried when he saw Hana leaving in the middle of the night without telling anyone. She thought she was being discreet but Jungkook was sitting in the darkness of the living room, watching her like a hawk. He couldn't just leave her alone at a time like this so he decided to follow her. Unfortunately, Rex was the only person he saw as backup incase they were attacked.

It was cold, Rex's fingers were numb and he just wanted to go back to sleep. Jungkook didn't respond, his eyes fixed on Hana's figure as she waited at the corner of an alley. Time kept ticking and Rex concluded that this was actually boring. He had thought they'd encounter some villains but what a joke.

They were the villains here.

"Look, I don't think watching a girl, who just wanted to take a walk, is fun. So I'll be heading back now." Rex smiled sarcastically and waved at Jungkook, walking in the opposite direction when Jungkook grabbed the back of his jacket and pulled him.

"If you'd actually pay attention, you'll see that she's not just taking a walk anymore." Jungkook mumbled, his hand still gripping Rex's jacket while he hopelessly tried to make him let go. Giving up, he turned his neck and saw that Hana was now talking to a man. He narrowed his eyes and tried to get a good look at who it was.

Meanwhile, Jungkook wasn't expecting any of this. He had simply thought that Hana was too shocked by the revelation of Namjoon and his plaything. Because that's what you were to Jungkook, a plaything that Namjoon would leave once he realised that it had been Hana all along. And he had come here to tell Hana the same thing but tables had turned. It was now Jungkook who was being fed new information. It seemed like Hana knew the man because now they were exchanging something. It was small and black but that was all Jungkook could see. The streetlights weren't the best either since the man's face wasn't very visible.

Jungkook could make out the cautious expression on Hana's face, an unwanted feeling nagging at him. This was all suspicious and Jungkook didn't know what to do. Should he just confront her? Or should he wait until he found out who the man is?

Their conversation seemed to end, for the man turned around and started walking away. That's when the streetlight completely brightened up the man's face, making Rex's jaw drop and Jungkook's eyebrows furrow. Jungkook was just confused. He didn't know this man at all. But Rex. He had seen this face before all too well on a laminated ID.

"No fucking way!"

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So this is unedited, I'm sorry it's like a bad chapter. But I think I pretty much gave away who Hana was meeting, no? Anyway, sorry to anyone who I forgot to tag and let me know if anyone wants to be tagged!

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[dominaecaede]

Tomorrow Never Comes

Chapter 4 results: 65% chose to see who it is

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The following story will have themes such as blood, gore, situations that may cause anxiety and major character death. If you are sensitive to any of these, please do not proceed.

Chapter 5: It's A Small World After All

They watched the knob shake and jangle and the door banging in. Beads of sweat rolled down the side of their foreheads as their brains pounded with what to do. If they let this mysterious person continue, those creatures will hear the knocks and they'll kill him. If not, then they could save a life. The life of someone they don't know whether they were trustworthy or not.

"We... We have to let him in," Kirishima stood up. "Those things are gonna get him if we don't!"

Enji only grunted. He was always hard to read but surely his inner conscience knew it was the right thing to do. The man took out a hunting knife he had holsted in his belt and held it on guard, using his other hand to unlock the door.

"Try anything funny and I'm gonna slice your damn head off," he spoke firmly before holding the door wide open.

The hooded figure immediately ran in, followed by Enji slamming the door closed and locking it. He held up his knife at the stranger's head point. It prompted the figure to raise his hands up.

"Alright. Now take off your hood and show your face."

The figure nodded and obliged. When he put his hood down, a face was revealed that Enji would never forget. That thick spiky black hair and stapled scarred flesh were unforgettable. It made Enji hostile.

"...! You damn villain...!" Enji snarled and charged at him.

Dabi was prepared, though. He dodged Enji's attack and pulled out a gun he had in his belt, using it to wack the knife out of his hand and point it at him effortlessly. He chuckled, and the group knew full well that this man wasn't intimidated in the least. Midoriya watched. His reflexes were fast and swift.

"Now, now," Dabi began. "I know I have quite the reputation, but the world's gone to shit. Without quirks, should I even be called a villain anymore? Since without quirks, I don't consider you a hero anymore, oh powerful Endeavor."

His tone of voice was mocking, the smirk on his face as the cherry on top. It pissed the man off. Todoroki stood up and was in front of his mother as he held up his metal baton in a protective position.

"You killed people even before this happened," Bakugou spoke up. "Why the hell should we trust you?"

"I killed heroes who weren't worthy of that title, not random people on the streets," Dabi clarified. "And I may just so happen to have information you'll need, so put your weapons down, or kill me and you'll be left in the dark."

There was a moment of silence as everyone darted their eyes around the room. When the group came to a silent agreement, they put their weapons down. However, Enji still had his weapon up with fierce eyes. Dabi blinked.

"You really think I'm stupid enough to put down my weapon for you?" Enji barked.

Dabi only sighed. "Whatever. You were always a bitter old man, anyway."

Todoroki sat down next to Rei again, who was quiet the entire time. The woman didn't seem scared by the former villain. In fact, her storm colored eyes only observed Dabi from where she was. Dabi sat down in the chair not too far from the door. Midoriya took his spot back on the floor, crossing his arms at him.

"Okay, so start talking," Todoroki spoke. "Why'd you come to this room specifically when you could've escaped the hospital?"

"For the same reason you all did," Dabi answered and looked up at Rei. "To see her. I just didn't expect a full party here."

Todoroki got defensive. "But why? What the hell do you have planned with my mother?"

Dabi snorted. "Relax, kid. I came here to see if what I heard was true, only it turns out it wasn't."

"...?" Todoroki blinked. "If what was true?"

Enji sighed, in which caught everyone's attention. The man looked down. "... If Clearnox got to her."

Dabi raised his brow at the man and gave an amused smirk. "So you and I thought the same thing, huh?"

"There's that name again. Clearnox...," Midoriya muttered. "What did they want with Todoroki-san?"

That's when Enji stood up to look out the window, having an almost visible concerned look on his face. Those who knew him would be surprised to see such a face. "Back to when everything wasn't like this, Clearnox contacted my agency. Yura Hana was seeking subjects for their upcoming project and that Rei was chosen among the 'lucky people' who would take part in it. Rei was under strict protection under me, so I assumed Yura discovered this. 'She would be a completely new person than before,' she said. 'It's not good to keep her cooped up in a hospital room knowing she has so much potential to be something more.' It seemed sketchy but then it seemed... tempting when she put it that way."

"But you declined her, right?" Todoroki raised his brow.

"No, but I didn't accept her offer either. I told her that I'd think it over," Enji responded. "But... Something wasn't right. So I sent spies to their company and see what this project was all about. What I found out was... beyond words."

Midoriya furrowed his brows. "And what did you find out?"

Enji turned his gaze towards the greenette and then the rest od the group. "That they were actually experimenting on people."

Their breath hitched. Kirishima winced. "Experimenting?"

"Yes," Enji nodded. "My associates sent pictures they took of people strapped into these beds and these people in suits injecting something in them. I didn't know what it was but I kept the photos as proof to warn others and to intentionally bring their organization down. From what it looks like, it seemed to have been going on for a while. Here, take a look yourselves."

He tossed three photographs onto Rei's hospital bed where they could see. They were hidden photos of people screaming, deteriorating and dying. That would explain why her name was on that list. Todoroki was horrified. "And... They wanted to experiment on my mother? To do this to her? But why?"

"That I don't know," Enji responded. "But after one of my associates reported to me, something happened. I remember his breathing began to get heavier and he screamed... Then there was silence. The same thing happened to the others. Only one survived long enough to send this last photo to me."

Enji then tossed the one last photo and Midoriya picked it up to examine it. He gasped. It showed the face of one of those creatures, blurred out as if the photographer was running for their life in the process. "Those things were people? What the hell?" Bakugou whispered.

"When that happened, I didn't hesitate to make my way to Rei's room. But by the time I got to the hospital, it was already infested with those things. I can only assume that the hospital was one of the first buildings to go down."

Todoroki was in disbelief. "That's... That's insane. So... Clearnox caused this to happen..."

"That's so fucked up," Kirishima blinked. "Who would do something like this?"

"Someone who probably thought that they'd make a big profit for themselves," Dabi spoke up as he reloaded his gun. "From what I've seen on the way here, those things are contagious too. There was this survivor running away from one of them. They got her, but not even a couple minutes later she began making those deafening noises."

"Are you fucking serious?" Bakugou huffed. "If we get bit by one of those things, we become one?"

"Seems like it," Dabi shrugged.

"I'm still confused though," Todoroki stood up. "You didn't just come to this room specifically just to see if some rumours were true. What's my mom to you? Why are you really here?"

Dabi didn't respond at first, but he didn't want to answer that anyway. However, he didn't have to after all. Rei stood up and began walking towards him, in which made the former villain stand up as well. Her hands reached up to touch his face and the woman's eyes began tearing up.

"... Because you never forgot about me... Like I never forgot about you...," Rei whispered. "Isn't that right... Touya?"

Both Enji's and Dabi's eyes widened. He instantly walked towards the woman and the former villain and put a hand on her shoulder. "Rei, that's not Touya. Touya is gone... He's been missing for years. He's never coming back."

"And why do you think that is?! You made my child disappear!" Rei snapped back, causing Enji's hand to fall off her shoulder. "But a mother never forgets her child's face, no matter how many years have gone by... And that is my son. That's my Touya...! He came back! Just look at his eyes, Enji! Don't you dare deny that truth!"

The large man looked back up at Dabi to see for himself, and the villain stayed silent. In fact, Dabi's expression changed. He looked sad. Enji's own facial expression began to change in realization, followed by disbelief.

"No...," Enji shook his head. "You can't be..."

Rei began sobbing and took Dabi in her arms, holding him tight and not letting go. The former villain didn't do anything, however. He stayed silent and let it be, but he began blinking rapidly as if he was going to cry as well. He couldn't form any words.

However, their time of sentimentality was cut short. The screeching noises seemed to be getting louder and closer towards the door, with the sound of their feet making loud thuds on the floor from running. Bakugou backed up.

"Shit, they're coming...!"

"Dammit...!" Dabi's eyes darted every corner of the room for a way out, but the only way was through the window. He snatched Todoroki's metal baton and broke the window open, then looked out of it. "There's a shade over the second story window and a large patch of grass underneath. It'll hurt but it's our only way out. We have to hurry!"

But by the time anyone could make a choice, those things were already at the door trying to break it down. Enji darted towards it and used his strength to keep it closed. Eventually the door broke open, but Enji was still pushing through and forcing it closed. The group had begun lunging out of the window; Bakugou was already down, Todoroki carefully guiding Rei out and Midoriya was soon to follow.

"Shit, it's not gonna stay closed...!" Kirishima darted to help Enji keep it closed, trying to find anything to barricade it but he couldn't find anything within reach. Enji grunted and looked back at the group before looking at Kirishima.

"You have to get out of here, boy! Or else you won't make it!"

"But then you'll die!" Kirishima shouted.

Midoriya was already at the edge of the window to jump down, but when he heard both Enji and Kirishima shouting in the back, he knew they weren't following. The greenette rushed to look behind. "BOTH OF YOU, COME ON! WE'RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME!"

"SOMEONE HAS TO STAY BEHIND TO KEEP THESE THINGS AT BAY WHILE YOU ALL ESCAPE. YOU HAVE TO GO, BOY! NOW!!"

Who should stay behind?

• Enji?

• Or Kirishima?

[disabled-queen-hc-blog]

Brian having chronic pain but hiding it from the others the best he can for a couple of years because he thinks that they'll see him as weak or maybe a nuisance and won't want him in the band anymore. Their touring lifestyle makes the pain even worse though and after some time, Brian becomes unable to hide it any longer.

He gasped, body shaking, fingers stalling on the neck board of Red Special.

Freddie really did stretch the truth a lot. Never Miss a Chord May. Yeah right.

Brian shook his head, trying to ignore the blunder and continue on with the song, ignoring the violent shocks of pain running up from his foot into inner thigh. He had a concert to preform and nerve pain was not going to distract him.

Maybe a little.

He took a wobbling step backward from his mic to let out a groan, teeth gritting as another jolt zapped him. And then zapped him again. And again. Until his whole leg just felt like an electricity line fell into a raging inferno. 

He couldn’t even think anymore, hoping muscle memory would carry him until the curtain close. Brian wasn’t even singing back up vocals anymore which only left a hoarse Roger and a quiet John to support Freddie. And they did notice, shooting him weird looks and glares.

He could not care less. All he needed to do was keep his shaking fingers moving and strumming and then he’d fuck off to lay in his hotel room and cry. They would have to deal with one less harmony. 

No, no, that was mean. Even as his mind was thrown into a pain induced frenzy, he couldn’t blame them. They didn’t even know he had neuropathy. 

Brian fancied himself like a cat, hiding his pain by acting as if everything was fine. He had no idea why he refused to disclose to diagnosis with the other 3 when he first got it. Perhaps he was scared of being seen as weak or needy. Scared they’d start treating him different. Maybe he was just scared to let them into a completely different world where your nerves attacked you rather than protected you. 

It didn’t matter. It was far too late for confessions now, as years had passed. His suffering in silence was a more a byproduct of his cowardice from years past than a reluctance to tell them. And Brian dealt with it like a champ.

Smiling when his legs and arms were blazing with hurt. Walking around as if every step didn’t feel like knives. Joking when all he wanted to do was stay in bed and sob.

It wasn’t going to change tonight. It wasn’t. It wasn’t.

Brian shook his head, sweat flying everywhere. Flares up always made him sweat like a pig, camouflaging pain being as strenuous as a sprint. Luckily he had the whole playing a concert thing to make it seem like it was just the stages lights making him melt. 

He chewed on his lip, steeling himself and his mind, trying to focus on the frets as a new pain snaked itself down his shoulder and into his arm.

No, no no. Not now. We’re almost done. Almost done. 20 more minutes and then you can go numb. Not now. Please!

Brian’s internal begging rang on deaf ears as his hand and then fingers slowly began to get that static-y feel. Pins and needles slowed his movements until that familiar pain spread.

And like that, he couldn’t play a single note. In front of a sold out crowd.

Brian panicked, wide glassy eyes going from Freddie to Roger to John. This wasn’t supposed to ever happen. What were they gonna do? What was he going to do?

With a large bellowing laugh, Freddie spoke into the microphone, John and Roger’s drumming and strumming suddenly coming to a halt.

“Ladies and gents, looks like Brian’s guitar has stopped working. Can’t trust electronics these days. We’ll have a short intermission, yeah? Don’t get naked without me,” Freddie said with a wink before all 4 rushed off stage. 

Freddie’s joking tone turned deadly once they were backstage. “What the hell happened out there, Brian? You’re not singing. You’re messing up every 6 seconds. Are you ill? You’re as grey as ash!” he said, inspecting the guitarist up and down, a little chuffed they had to pause a show so close to the end. 

“Yeah, mate, what was that? ‘R’Ya dyin’ on us?” Roger asked, knowing Brian wouldn’t fumble around and ruin a show just cuz he had a hangover or even the bloody flu. Brian has preformed with tissues shoved up his nose for gods sake.

John was quiet as usual, eyebrows furrowed in concern. He didn’t like the thought of Brian dying on them. 

And Brian was in the middle, mouth hanging open, but no idea what to say. He was overwhelmed. His whole body felt somehow numb but throbbing with pain. He let down his friends and his fans. He couldn’t think through the disappointment and electricity in his bones. So he just crouched down and cried.

Nobody knew what he was doing until he let out some sniffles. It was all over from there. Freddie’s Mother Hen mode was activated, throwing himself onto Brian, petting his hair, asking what was wrong, if they had done something to bother him. 

It didn’t really help so Roger had to pry the babbling Freddie off, helping a teary Brian to his feet and onto a chair. John padded over with a box of tissues which Brian gladly accepted, rubbing them all over his face to hide the fact that he had just broken down in front of them and the stage hands that were buzzing around. 

“What’s wrong, Brian? You know you can tell us. We won’t be mad at you. It’s okay,” Roger said, surprisingly soft, a hand on Brian’s shoulder. It hurt Brian, but he let him keep it there. It wasn’t like he wasn’t used to ignoring pain. 

Brian had no idea where to start, so he just said what would answer everyone questions.

“I have neuropathy. Real bad,”

A quiet shock ran over the men, each nodding or blinking as they digested the news. It was only broken by Freddie, who was squinting hard. “What the hell is neuropathy?”

He didn’t know why but he laughed. Brian threw his head back, even as pain shot all over him like a circuit board and he laughed loud and hard. Something he hadn’t done genuinely in a long time. 

He did all this masking and hiding for naught. The revelation came to him suddenly as he chuckled. His friends would be his friends no matter what. And they’d stay themselves even when confronted with his disorder. And Freddie just demonstrated that to him, unafraid to be his usual clueless self. 

“I love you, Fred,” was all Brian could say in between the giggles and snorts, much to the three’s confusion. 

Eventually though, Brian was able to calm down and explain a few things. As expected, they were understanding and accommodating. 

Unfortunately though, Brian couldn’t finish the concert. His fingers kept twitching and curling as his neuropathy blasted on full force. 

No worries though, as Freddie had said it. After much comforting and promises to finish this talk, the band went back out on stage with a roadie who prided himself on knowing most Queen songs on his guitar. All while Brian hung back, wrapped up in a blanket on a couch and listened. It wasn’t fun, but stuff like this happened when you hid the truth from others. It wouldn’t happen again, though. 

“Sorry for the delay, lovies. Brian’s back stage getting a blow job and declined to join us. But we found a replacement! Doesn’t he look like one of us? Please do sing along and shake your asses as we finish this set. Pretend he’s Brian, okay?” Freddie said into the mic, the crowd screaming in response and Brian rolling his eyes with a laugh as he heard it all the way backstage. 

He wasn’t exactly thrilled but he was just happy to know this was the start of a change in the band and in himself. No more lying. No more hiding. Brian smiled with his limbs ablaze, intent on listening to the rest of the show.

[bookfan101]

It Will Be Alright

My day was going perfectly: I had my favourite lesson – history- and got a pretty good score on my maths exam. This was before PE though.

"Yes Percy! You can do it! " Annabeth cried from the bleachers waving a massive poster with 'PERCY!' written on it. I was playing my semi-final basketball game of the season and she and Jason had come to cheer me on; Mum and Paul were at a work conference they couldn't miss. I waved back, giving her a small smile before getting back into the game. We had five minutes left and were up 2-0 when it happened.

I was in defence, blocking the other team from the hoop, when a huge guy called Kevin Schmidt wacked the ball over to the other side of the court. Luckily I managed to deflect it, but not without injuring myself. The ball had hit my hand so hard it bent my hand back. I keeled over in excruciating pain, holding my hand as if it were a baby. I got kind of dizzy so I didn't notice the guys had run over to me to check I was okay.

"Percy?! Percy, can you hear me?! " I looked up at Annabeth for a few seconds with a blank look on my face before it registered who it was. "Oh gods," I moaned in pain, feeling a deep throb all down my arm. My right arm as well. Just my luck.  "Percy can you stand up? " This time it was my history teacher, Miss Harris who asked the question, putting her hand on my back. " Um, yeah, I just need a, uh, shower. " By this time the game had already ended, regardless of an injured player, so it would've been okay for me to go.

" If you're sure," She looked rather surprised but agreed nonetheless. "Jason, can you help him over?" He nodded quickly, put his arm around my waist and stood me up, walking over to the locker room.

"Hey man, " He said when we got there. "Do you, er, need any... help?" He looked at the mouldy tiles on the floor. "Just my shirt." He relaxed considerably at that. Thank the gods, he whispered to himself. Taking off my shirt was a feat with two people, let alone one, but eventually I wriggled out of it. He then said, " I'm going to talk to Annabeth outside, shout if you need me. " I nodded and quickly slipped off my shorts. I turned the shower on and let it wash over me.

Much to my surprise, the water didn't help. Like at all. Maybe it had but it hurt to much for me to realise. I turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist and walked over to my locker. It was much harder to open left-handed than I thought. After a while, it finally opened so I grabbed my clothes and sat down on a bench, trying to figure out how to put them on. Soon I was fully dressed in my khaki shorts, white t-shirt and my hi-tops. I just tucked the laces into the sides.

Emerging from the locker room, I saw Annabeth and Jase talking in the corner of the court. I had started walking over to them when she saw me over Jason's shoulder and ran over to me. "Are you okay Perce? Did the water work? " She asked hurriedly. I shook my head. "Not that I noticed." Crap, she muttered under her breath. "Guess I'll be taking you to the ER then?" Jason asked getting his car keys out. I nodded tiredly. My arm was really hurting now. Whatever the water had done to help, had gone. "It's okay, I'll pick your car up later." He told me, patting my other shoulder. Annabeth had her arm wrapped around me protectively.

She sat in the backseat with me, keeping me company. "How bad is it? " She whispered in my ear. "Bad." I mouthed back. She gave me a sad look and snuggled up closer to me. Before I could snuggle back, Jason announced we were here. "It's gonna be okay." I heard her say quietly. Whether it was to me or herself, I didn't know.

It didn't take long to be seen by a doctor. Thankfully there was hardly anyone there, because I had no idea how much longer I could stand the pain.

"So how did you injure you hand?" The doc asked, feeling the bones in my hand and wrist. "It was during- ah ah- basketball." I said, exclaiming as she hit a painful spot. "The opponent threw it so hard it bent my hand back." "My god!" She looked really concerned. "I'm going to need to take some X-Rays. Where are your parents?" She asked, writing some notes. "Poughkeepsie." I told her wincing slightly. "They're at a conference." She nodded, writing this down.

"Do you have a number for them?" She asked, and I recited the number like mom had taught me to do in an emergency. "Someone from radiography will be down soon, and I'll get a nurse to give you something g for the pain." I gave my thanks and she left the room. Then Annabeth and Jase walked in and kept me company until it was time to go upstairs.

Finally, mom and Paul got here so the doctor could tell them the results. Wise girl and Jason had to wait outside. "It doesn't look very good I'm afraid. Percy has broken the base of his fourth metatarsal and cracked the hamate and lunate bones in his wrist. Do you have any questions?" I gripped mums hand tightly, panic starting to take over. "What about basket ball?" I asked. "It's finals next week." She looked down at my chart nervously. "I'm sorry, but you won't be able to play for the next two and a half to three months. I will come back to do your cast in a few minutes." She swiftly left the room. I dropped my grip on mums hand, letting it fall next to her. "Oh honey, I'm so sorry. " I heard her say in the background. It was like I had cotton wool in my ears. She bent down for a hug, but I stopped her before she could get any closer. "I, er, want to be alone." I choked out, tears brimming. "Don't let them come in." She knew who I meant. She nodded and quickly left the room, Paul tagging along behind. "It'll be okay." He whispered before closing the door. Moments later, the tears started to fall.

A few minutes later like the doc said, there was a knocking on the door, bringing me out of my pity party. "Percy? Can I come in?" I furiously started wiping my eyes before letting her in. "Hey. I've come for your cast." I nodded understanding. "This is going to hurt, just to warn you." And it did. I liked her because she didn't lie to me. Oh and she was hot. But anyways. Fifteen minutes later, she asked me what colour I wanted. I told her green, wincing through the sharp pains. "The colour of your eyes." She said dreamily. Then she looked up with wide eyes. "Excuse me,,I need to check on something." She probably thought she said that in her head. Nevermind. With my left hand, I called mum from my phone.

"Mum?"

"Yes sweetheart?"

"Can you ask them to leave? I don't want them to see me like this."

"Sure," she said sadly. "I'll come in when they've gone."

"Okay."

"What about Paul?"

"Can he go as well?"

"Okay. I'll be there in a few minutes."

"Thanks."

Soon mum came in looking upset. "What's up?" I asked, scrutinizing her expression. "They won't think any differently of you." I took a deep breath. "I just can't deal with them right now. Right now I want my mum." Tears starting to spill from her eyes, she rushed over and hugged me so hard, I thought I was going to suffocate. "It'll be alright baby." She sniffled into my shoulder. We sat like that for a while before driving home.

When we got there I went straight to my room and locked it. I wanted to get properly upset - I couldn't in hospital. I started telling and throwing things, and a couple of minutes later mum came up, knocking on my door. "Honey," she said. "Can I come in?" I didn't answer so she unlocked the door herself. She gasped when she saw me. I could feel the tear stains down my cheeks and my hair must've been a mess. She came over silently and pulled me into another hug.

"They'll be picking for scholarships next week," I cried into her. "I'm not going to have any chance!" I cried for a while, mum occasionally shushing me. "It will be alright. "

AN - I'm British so I don't know if they actually do things like that in PE so don't hate me! Find me on wattpad and fanfiction.net as Sugababe20!

[punkscowardschampions]

Carly & Ali

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Carly: i fucked him over first Carly: i lied Ali: not really Ali: if anything, you lied to yourself Ali: but you didn't wanna hear it, couldn't Ali: and that makes sense Carly: cant block it out any more Carly: fuck Ali: it gets really real really fast Ali: doesn't it Ali: but you have got this Ali: i've got you, however i can, yeah? Carly: i dont want it to be Carly: i dont want it Carly: i cant do this Ali: okay, that's okay too Ali: but she isn't going to just go Ali: whether it was getting an abortion earlier or what you have to do now Ali: you have to do something Ali: there's no quick fix for it Ali: ana can get you in touch with the right people who will make it as easy as they can for you and her Ali: or my mum Carly: if i leave her she'll get found Carly: why does nobody ever call me back wtf Ali: Yeah but they'll still try to find you Ali: or Drew Ali: and his DNA will be on the system so Ali: and I reckon if they got to him, he'd sell you out Ali: when's the last time you slept? Carly: idk Carly: what day is it Ali: Tuesday Carly: sunday Carly: saturday Carly: idk Ali: fuck girl Ali: you shoulda been banking up on it before Carly: ha Carly: easy fix Carly: need my dealer Ali: not if your gonna be breastfeeding Ali: unless he gonna bring formula too Carly: i can go myself for that Carly: get a car Ali: you getting enough cash in, yeah? Carly: ha no Carly: no student loans for this bitch Ali: you'll have to look into getting help with that Ali: there's funds and shit, i'll find out the info Ali: that or tap Drew up for child maintenance Carly: yea cos hes declaring his earnings Carly: i wish hed talk to me Ali: exactly, bribe him like Ali: he's got a lot to lose Carly: hed never forgive me Carly: i cant Ali: but you can forgive him for all he does? Ali: got it bad honey Carly: yea Carly: its fucked Ali: is there anything he could do to make you stop loving him Carly: idk Carly: why Ali: cos you'd be happier if you didn't Ali: right Ali: like, he treats you like shit Carly: i wasnt happy before Carly: & he hasnt this whole time Carly: it got bad Carly: me too Ali: but you could be Ali: you don't have to give up hope of ever being Ali: and he did for the majority of the time though, that should outweigh the good Carly: with what Carly: this kid Carly: im not you Ali: no Ali: of being happy Ali: with just you Ali: or someone else who treats you better Carly: i dont have a job or friends here and i live in a caravan Carly: not gonna happen Ali: you can get both Ali: you're cool Carly: ha Carly: youre dreaming Carly: fucked the allnighter Ali: i'm not the only one Ali: and why not? Carly: drew says im a junkie Ali: what does he know Ali: and anyway, functioning junkie Ali: shits possible Carly: he knows me Carly: he loved me til i fucked it Ali: you haven't DONE anything Ali: a baby happened to you BOTH Ali: you're both reacting, right or wrong now, whatever Ali: and he probably still does but Ali: love ain't always enough Carly: why are you my friend? Ali: I said, you're cool Ali: funny, smart, nice, you already know i fancy you so no need to kiss arse any more, yeah? Ali: you're SO friendable, babe Carly: shoulda fallen for you Ali: yeah well, the tragedy of being straight and feelings not following logic Ali: sometimes, you gotta fuck feelings tho, do right by yourself Carly: i dont feel anything when he isnt here Carly: nothing happens Carly: cept today Ali: make stuff happen Ali: its only chaos darling Carly: youre not here either Carly: what am i gonna make happen on my own Carly: this shit Carly: idk Ali: what do you wanna make happen Ali: anything, however unlikely you think it is Carly: i want him to come back Carly: my parents too Carly: but none of them are Ali: can't control other people nah but you can do all YOU can to make it happen Ali: what would make him come back? who would he wanna be with? and you can try to talk to your 'rents and tell them what is up...longshot but maybe they don't realise how shitty they're being Carly: they're not Carly: theyre busy Carly: and im not a kid Ali: busy with what? Ali: living it up in spain? Ali: they kept you, you're their kid for life Ali: they don't get to peace at 16, 18 whatever the fuck Carly: they didnt vanish Carly: i know where they are Ali: yeah but they should be here rn Ali: you need them Ali: maybe if you ask, when they answer, they will come back Ali: i'm not slagging on 'em, its just facts Carly: i dont want to go live in spain Carly: fact is theyll try and force me Ali: well, they can't make ya, tell them why you wanna stay here Ali: they could still be supportive Ali: even if they're not physically with you every day like Carly: they wont let me stay for him Ali: okay...make something more parent friendly up then Ali: what they don't know won't hurt 'em Carly: youre so smart Ali: so i've been told Ali: with varying levels of sarcasm Carly: yea Carly: same Ali: You are though Ali: One of the many reasons we get along Carly: youre such a mum Carly: bigging me up like Ali: s'what i do best right Ali: shoulda been a cheerleader, fucking irish schools not letting me shine Carly: thats what schools do best Carly: be shit Ali: true dat Ali: even if my uni is pretty swish Ali: and full of nerds like me Carly: looks it Ali: still, miss the homeland like Carly: switch places Carly: shes crying again what does she want this time Carly: headfuck Ali: think its a bit too early for her to have shat, maybe wee but Ali: probably wanting her next feed Ali: you do it roughly every 2 hours for the first month Carly: ffs Carly: howd you get anything done with 3 of them Ali: ask myself the same question Ali: luckily they're not all on the tit 'cos form an orderly queue lads Carly: not getting my tit out again Ali: its that or formula run to get her to stop crying Carly: i cant put her in the car Carly: she'd fall out Ali: that solves that then honey Ali: get 'em out get 'em out get 'em out Carly: perv Ali: 🤷 Ali: single mum, gotta get my kicks where i can yo Carly: get fucked Carly: not offering Carly: one of the nerds would be up for it Ali: no need to tell me Ali: desperation station Ali: bless 'em Carly: do you go to class with your shoulders and knees out Ali: its boiling here, not even trying to be a shameless hussy Ali: can't be swooning erryday, got places to be, shitty bums to wipe Carly: yea Carly: cant steal that excuse myself Ali: sadly not Ali: can use breastfeeding though Ali: you're just out here feeding ya kid, looking hot as a by-product, fight me world Carly: don't Carly: how is this happening Carly: im looking at her and idk Ali: i can't believe you did it all by yourself Ali: you're a right tough nut Ali: but you don't have to keep doing it alone Carly: but i have to do something Carly: wtf Ali: yeah, keep both of yas alive until you figure out your next step Carly: make it sound simple Ali: 'course Ali: i'll allow you some melodrama but i can't claim hormones as hard Carly: u can Carly: and homesickness Ali: alright, lets have a good sob Carly: this kids done enough Carly: has you beat bitch Ali: rude Ali: already winning fresh out the womb Carly: what you naming it Carly: said you would Ali: you're serious? Carly: idc Ali: probs think on that a bit longer, whether you wanna name her or nah Ali: but my lists be ready don't fret Carly: k