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clanwarrior-tumbly · 8 months

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can we get a mark heathcliff X reader, where the reader, cesar and Sarah (little Sarah) give him a surprise birthday party and he gets all emotional about it because not only did his best friend, his sister and his lover all go out of their way to do this for him, but also because hes never had a birthday party because he had only 1 friend in school because everyone thought he was too weird to hang out with 😭 (mark gets tons of hugs and kisses from the reader! because he's the birthday boy and deserves it<3)

I know I'm waaaaaay late but here's something short and sweet for the birthday boy!

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"""Surprise!!!!"""

Mark didn't expect anything out of the ordinary when he walked out into the kitchen this morning. To him, it was just another day off of school.

But to see you, Cesar, and Sarah greet him with a "Happy Birthday" banner and kazoos indeed surprised him, making him freeze on the spot.

For a moment, he seemed utterly confused...

Then it finally hit him.

Today was his birthday.

"Oh, wow..I...is this really all for me?" Approaching the table, he saw several giftboxes for him, alongside the cards with each of your names on the envelopes.

"Of course, man! Who else?" Cesar laughed as he patted his best friend on the back, grinning from ear-to-ear. "I know you're not big on parties, but [y/n] wanted to make this one extra special..you're finally 18! Feel any older yet?"

".........."

Sarah was a huge help in picking out the ribbons." You chimed in, ruffling the younger Heathcliff's hair, to which she smiled bashfully and nodded. "We did our best to be quiet, so...."

However, you trailed off when you noticed Mark's gaze seemed vacant. He kept staring at the table, apparently lost in thought, and you and Cesar exchanged concerned glances.

Suddenly a very small part of you feared this was all too overwhelming for your boyfriend.

He did have a rough day at school yesterday and went to bed upset, so maybe this wasn't the best time for a-

"Y-You all did this...for me?"

"We did Mark, I hope it's not too much." You stepped forward, but stopped as he turned to you, eyes watery with the biggest smile on his face. It made your heart melt. "Oh, sweetheart..are you okay?"

"I'm great, [y/n]. I just..." He began to sob, trying yet failing to hide his tears. "Nobody's ever gave a single shit about my birthday..b-but now I have you guys. I'm so lucky..I'm so blessed. Thank you."

Relieved that none of this stressed him out, you smiled back and cupped his face in your hands, wiping away the tears for him. "Awh, you're welcome." You kissed him on the forehead before hugging him, rubbing gentle circles into his back. "You deserve this more than anyone."

Truer words have never been spoken.

He deserved to have a decent birthday..to make up for all the ones he's missed or neglected.

Because back in school, Mark never got any acknowledgement...nor was he invited to any parties. Every year there's always the kids who made plans right in front of him, the classmates who said he was too "weird" to hang around and would rather partner with anybody else, and the teachers who gave him birthday wishes that were either too early or too late, never on time.

It sucked, and he had to get used to that lonely feeling even with Cesar trying to cheer him up. He started caring less and less about his birthday over the years...until he forgot that he literally turned 18 today.

When you first realized it was coming up fast, you believed it was a milestone worth celebrating!

So you wanted to make this day a little extra special, although you didn't think he'd get this emotional about it.

Poor Sarah was flabbergasted when her older brother started crying out of nowhere, thinking he was upset for some reason and hated the surprise, though Cesar reassured her that he was happy.

After he calmed down, he opened the presents (one of which didn't totally include a marketable plushie) and dug into a small cake his best friend bought for all of you to share for breakfast.

Of course, it was his favorite flavor.

As for the remainder of the day, well, he had no plans to go out. But you were okay with that, and he was too.

Rather, you just stayed home and cuddled on the couch together, where you continued giving him a lot of kisses. You had homework, unfortunately, but elected to ignore that for today, instead putting on a movie he casually mentioned wanting to watch. And you let him rest his head on your shoulder while you both stared at the screen, perfectly content.

Mark expected nothing from you...yet you gave him everything.

And he loved you for that.

#clanask #anonymous #tmc x reader #mandela catalogue x reader #mark heathcliff x reader #fluff

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problematic-camren · 8 days

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I smelled her before I even opened our door. Not that she was pungent, or whatever, duh, it's Wednesday -- she always smelled great. Not that I've been sniffing at her like some creepo! I just couldn't help it! My sense of smell has always been heightened, but lately, it has become more intense, like, I could literally smell a certain scent from like two buildings away, and Wednesday, being my roommate, was obviously someone I could not help but smell.

It got so annoying at times -- my heightened sense of smell, not me smelling her -- that I tried plugging my nose with cotton balls dipped in Vicks VapoRub, but that obviously was a terrible idea, as I literally inhaled the concentrated scent and it freaking burned my nostrils -- or at least, that's what it felt like -- and for one whole day I couldn't smell anything other than menthol.

But now, I have managed to learn a trick or two, like I can now focus my sense of smell on certain stuff only. Apparently, my roommate, Wednesday Addams was one of the few stuff that my brain decided to include in its list of relevant scents to take note of.

Yesterday, she reeked of mild anger (a little tangy), cold disdain (kind of sulfuric, which hurt my nose a bit), and a hint of vanilla and lavender which balanced out the negative emotions I sensed in her, still not turning me off from sniffing at her.

Today, it's the scent of dried unfamiliar blood, freshly dug earth, and dried leaves, which just a nice hint of her wild berries shampoo. I hope she didn't murder anybody today, though.

When I finally opened the door, I saw her sitting on the wooden floor, her back against the circular window -- her side, the one totally stripped of color and life.

She's reading a book, headphones on, her eyes barely blinking, as she's draped in her black wool blanket.

"Hey, roomie," I waved, trying to get her attention.

She barely glanced at me, but the mild twinkle in her eyes assured me that she's definitely happy to see me. Flipping the page of her book, she continued reading without saying one word.

Typical, but I was used to it at this point.

I quickly removed my jacket, placed my things at the foot of my bed, and sat beside her.

The second I extended my arm to place it across her shoulders, she flinched away and glared at me as if I threatened her life.

"Right, not a hugger," I smiled.

She subtly shifted away from me. I thought she's the cutest whenever she acted disgusted with me.

I shrugged.

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The next day, I saw her standing in the hallway, focused intently on the wall mural, as if trying to decode ancient hieroglyphics or whatever. So, I snuck behind her, wrapped my arms around her waist, and tucked my chin on her shoulder.

She almost punched me out of reflex, but thankfully was able stop herself when I squealed and yelled that it's just me. Instead, she bent over, her back as stiff as a board, as she tried to get away from me. It's funny though, because her movement only caused her butt to rub against me, and I grabbed her hips to prevent myself from falling backwards.

Risking a stab wound was so worth it just to see her blush so profusely (her unique scent becoming more intense as she struggled to get away). I let go of her hips, and she threw me a wide-eyed look as she scampered away from me.

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A few days later, after a night of hunting for new intel for my gossip blog, I got inside our room, my eyes dead tired, stomach growling, and I saw her on her bed, head hanging down, feet resting on the wall, wide eyes staring at me like a pair of black balls of the infinite void, and she gruffly said, "Rough night?"

I nodded, yawning.

"I'm hungry," I sighed. "Got any food?"

She flipped over, lazily got out of the bed, and rummaged through her food pile.

"Do you fancy fried fish eyes?" she offered.

"Eww what?" I scrunched up my nose in disgust.

"Freeze-dried monkey brain? They're yummy."

"What the fudge..."

"I have an apple..."

"Okay, normal food, finally." I walked towards her to grab the fruit.

"It has a worm in it, though. I've been trying to see how long it took for a worm to finish an entire apple."

"Jesus, Wends," I took a step back and sat on my bed instead. "I'll just have pizza delivered."

She shrugged as she went back go her bed to resume her previous position. She stared at the ceiling while Thing combed her hair.

"Babe?" I said.

Her eyes grew even bigger than her usual at my term of endearment, and almost fell down head first. She didn't speak.

"Have you been forgetting a vital piece of fact?" I prodded.

"That's a very general question, Enid. While I do have a very sharp memory, I, too, am also capable of forgetting things, but not too often."

She allowed herself to slide down her bed, then gracefully shifted into a sitting position, looking like a pint-sized Buddha staring at me with those big lifeless eyes.

I sighed. "How long have we been girlfriends?"

"What's your point?"

"Just answer the question."

"Two months and sixteen days."

"And you promised me regular cuddles."

She sighed, her mouth twitching as if just a simple act of hearing the word cuddling was about to send her to cardiac arrest.

"I agreed to weekly cuddling," she pursed her lips, her expression serious.

"On Wednesdays I get to cuddle my Wednesday," I joked.

She rolled her eyes, adding, "and no more than an hour."

That's good enough for me. I clapped my hands as I jumped towards her, but her eyes bulged and she quickly dodged my welcoming embrace.

"Remember my stipulation, Enid."

Ugh. Fine.

I grumbled as I slowly removed my clothes, one colorful item at a time. I giggled when I saw her torn between ogling me and not trying to stare. Why is she so dang formal, all I wanted was to pinch her cute cheeks and smother her with kisses.

She kept shifting her glances from myself to the clothes on the floor, her expression changing from curiosity (as I stripped down to my undergarments) and abject horror (as she looked at the pile of shocking colors that are my clothes).

Why did she have to be allergic to colors?

I then went to her dresser, rifled through the limited choices of black, grey, and more black, and I chose a dark grey sweat pants and a black hoodie. My werewolf sense of smell caught a whiff of her scent and I immediately relaxed -- my instinct to lay on my back and beg for belly rubs creeping all over my body, and I imagined my non-existent tail wagging. Jesus, Enid, get a grip.

Wednesday stood up as she sat on the edge of her bed, looked me up and down, gave me a small nod of approval, and that was my cue to jump on her. She gasped when I flung my entire self towards her, but she didn't flinch this time.

I nestled my face at the crook of her neck, inhaling her lovely scent, almost licking her but I held back because I didn't want my neck broken (though that got me thinking though, maybe we could agree to twice-a-week necking session).

Sure, she sat there like a damn mannequin, as stiff as a tree, her arms firmly set on her side. But it was the best cuddle ever, because she smiled at me (even if it were just two seconds) and she even patted my head. Progress, right?

Thirty minutes into our cuddling session, as we watched one of her favorite shows, The Twilight Zone, I whispered to her, "Babe, can we take a selfie?"

"Don't push it, babe," she grumbled.

Did my ears deceive me? She called me babe? I looked at her and saw her sleepy face, eyes drooping so cutely as she tried to keep her focus on my laptop screen. I sighed. She was probably so out of it she hasn't even realized what she called me. Still, I liked the fact that her instincts, when her mind wasn't in control, leaned towards her being sweet to me.

I kissed her cheek. Well, that surely woke her up. She stared at me, brows furrowed, nose crinkled, even her freckles looked annoyed at me, and I gave her my best puppy dog eyes and cutest smile, and really, it wasn't even a fair fight. Our staring match ended as soon as it started, because she started blushing, and her eyes started twinkling, and her lips slowly quirked upwards into her rare smiles.

Slowly, so as not to spook her, I leaned forward. When our lips met, I practically felt her soul leave her body, but when I trapped her bottom lip with my lips and lightly sucked on it, I felt her body melt into mine.

She didn't push me away, that's the only thing I'll say.

Note to self, Wednesday Addams may not be a hugger, but she sure was a kisser. A freaking good one.

#enid x wednesday #wednesday addams #wednesday #wednesday is soft for enid #wednesday x enid #Wednesday is not a hugger #but she is a girl kisser #enid sinclair #wp

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lnfours · 1 year

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yess blurb night so excited! if ur not too busy with other asks is it possible for u to pls make a blurb in which tom holland and the reader are best friends and tom always flirts with her because he’s been in love with her for years but the reader keeps rejecting him (even tho she or they is clearly blushing) because she is scared of love because like insecurity and what if one day he leaves her for someone better or they don’t work out and she loses him as a friend? but tom is patient with her and eventually they end up together?

okay anon. it's FINE. just break my heart :,)

send me tom asks !

things between you and tom have always been... complicated.

it was never easy figuring out what the both of you wanted and when, and the fact that you were too nervous to give you heart to another person always made things difficult. but, that didn't stop tom from trying. he'd always go out of his way to make sure you were special to him, always find a way to make sure just how pretty you really were.

you were the love of his life. and he was yours, but you were just too scared to admit it.

"oh come on, y/n! when are you finally going to admit to him that you love him." your best friend and roommate, maddy, sighed. she meant well, she just wanted what was best for you. she saw the way you lit up when he texted you, the way you blushed whenever he complimented you. she knew everything, and she would die on this hill.

"never," you sighed, "liz said she saw him with brooke stone the other night."

"oh, please. as if brooke has something you don't." maddy rolled her eyes. little did you know she had already confronted tom about it. they hadn't worked out at all, apparently she was doing the same thing with a bunch of other guys behind his back.

it hurt like a bitch, even more knowing that you were too late. someone else had taken their chance. what hurt the worst was that tom hadn't talked to you since brooke waltzed her way into his life and took over.

everything. sucked.

"i don't know, she was all over him."

"and was he all over her?" she asked you and you huffed, pulling the blanket over your head. you had been sulking on the couch watching shitty rom-coms for the past three days, knowing now that the one boy you truly wanted was off the table.

or so you thought, anyway.

"i love that this happened to me right before valentine's day. just my luck, eh?"

maddy looked down at her phone as it buzzed on the counter in the kitchen. she smiled, seeing tom's text to her light up her screen.

tom holland hey, by any chance is y/n home? i was going to ask her to be my valentine and sort of kinda confess my feelings, as vulnerable as that sounds lol

she typed back a response

she's home. just for the love of GOD holland please get y/n to stop watching '13 going on 13' and snotting all over the couch

lol, be there in 15 no promises about the '13 going on 30', though. that's a classic

"i love jennifer garner," you said from the couch, "i want to look like her when i'm older."

maddy let out a laugh, "yesterday it was blake lively, now it's jennifer garner?"

you were silent for a moment, "both. both would be good."

she shook her head and sat down on the couch, lifting your legs up for a place for her to sit.

"can we please watch something other than movies that are going to make you cry?"

"no."

"why? do you wish to be dehydrated?"

"yeah."

she rolled her eyes again, "okay then, don't ask me to pick up pedialite tomorrow."

"i wont."

"alright, sure."

after a while there was a knock on the door. maddy tapped your legs.

"answer the door."

"no," you whined, "this is the best part!"

"y/n, they're literally just sharing razzles as 30 year olds."

"but it's sentimental!" you groaned. she gave you a glare and you groaned as you wrapped yourself in the blanket more, walking towards the front door.

"listen, whatever you're selling i'm not interested in. i'm watching a really great movie and it's at the best part and-"

you cut yourself off as tom stood there smiling with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, "i know, maddy told me to save you from getting swallowed by the couch."

you sniffled, walking out onto the porch and closing the front door behind you, "what are these for?"

"well, they have three meanings," he started, "one for not telling you how i felt sooner, another as an apology and another reason i'll get to in a minute."

"telling me how you felt?" you questioned.

he took a deep breath, "i know how scared you've been about loving someone again, trust me, from experience, i know how scary it is. it swallows you whole and you can't think about anything else. but i just can't stop myself from thinking about you day and night. you're the only thing that's ever on my mind. it's like you're embedded in it and i can't get you out. y/n, i love you. i'm head over heels, if that's what they call it."

you looked at him confused, "but you and brooke...?"

"didn't work out," he sighed, "don't worry about it though, i'm actually kind of glad it didn't."

you smiled softly, "you got me sunflowers."

"your favorite," he smiled, "fresh from the farmers market in town."

"you remembered." you took them gently from his hands.

"'course, couldn't forget it even if i tried."

"and the last meaning for these flowers?" you asked.

"oh, yeah," he cleared his throat, "was wondering, would you be my valentine?"

you smiled, "of course."

he smiled back at you and you pulled him into your body by the strings of his hoodie, "and i love you too, head over heels, as they say."

he smiled, leaning down as his nose bumped yours, "i know."

you smiled, "i like to think i can hold up a front."

"maybe when you're not blushing so hard you look like a tomato."

you smacked his arm playfully, "hush."

"make me."

you rolled your eyes and smiled, leaning in to kiss his lips as he held your waist in his arms. just like you've always been wanting him to do.

"thank fuck! it's about time!" maddy yelled from the doorway. you turned around, smiling as you shot her the middle finger and tom laughed behind you.

"yep, love you too!"

#tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland #tom holland x reader imagine #tom holland fluff #tom holland blurb #tom holland x reader fluff #tom holland x reader blurb #blurb #fluff #blurb night #mail time #new moon

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cuuno-moved · 2 years

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You okay?? Wanna talk about it?

yeah but it's kind of stupid. full warning.

yesterday, idk if you saw, but i spent several days on an essay and turned it in a couple hours late, so the teacher gave me a zero. and i was crying about that last night because i was actually really proud of it and thought it'd get at least a b. also i never do my homework so that was like a huge deal for me.

anyways today i asked her in class if she could give me partial credit or something because i was like. really sick and it was only an hour late, but she said that since it was a firm deadline and i was already missing a shitton of work, it wouldn't matter. so im stuck with a 64%, which isn't bad for me, but it also really sucks.

in my next class, one i share with my girlfriend and close friend, i spent the entire time on the verge of tears, but not a single person noticed. like they would directly talk to me and i would shrug and they would go back to whatever they were doing. and it's not like i wanted them to notice? because i very much have a tough guy facade and that would ruin my reputation, but it still would have been nice if someone asked what was up or something idk.

and then for the entirety of lunch it was the same thing, except i had my head down and it wasn't until the last few minutes when the kid who sits across from me was like "hey dude you okay?" and instead of like. venting or whatever i just laughed it off and was like "oh you know just tired"

and then for the last class, animal systems, i forgot to put the eggs in the incubator, and the teacher made a huge deal about it and told the whole class and i was like. on the verge of hitting someone.

and i decided there was no way in hell i was staying for practice, even though we've got a game tomorrow and really need everyone, so i went home on the bus. and this group of boys who don't usually ride the bus came and sat down around me. literally we were the only ones on the bus and i was in the exact middle, but they literally surrounded me. and when i got up to move to the front they started jeering at me. and the bus driver didn't recognize me so she made me walk up to her and tell her my address and when i was coming back one of the boys went "ayo is that eminem??" and all his buddies laughed. and when i flipped them off one of them apparently realized im a chick and they all start barking. and if i weren't so drained i literally would have started a fight.

and then i got home and my dad's here and he was pissed at me for missing practice again.

and im not crying or anything but im like. full body shaking, feel like im going to bash someone's head in, every bone in my body hurts with how fucking awful i feel. and also im hungry

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endendid · 2 years

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I think things are better. Kind of. I spoke to my...ex? I guess that's what they are now. Ugh. Anyway, they agreed to speak to me after my family asked them why they did what they did. Short answer was I was so close to them, that meant I could hurt them.

They began telling me it wasn't my fault. But after a minute of talking, monologuing really because I didn't say anything, I could hear in their voice all the pain of what they were talking about come back. This shit happened 8 months ago but they were able to slip back into their pain as if it had been yesterday. I don't even remember the conversation they were talking about. A conversation that started with, "its me, not you" ended with " you weren't COMPLETELY at fault". They're still so angry...

They reaffirmed they never want to see me again. I have closure though. It wasn't my fault. That has to be enough.

I have a new job...kind of. This is the SECOND job, in a row, that I've gotten that said NOTHING of it being commission, until I get said job. This one is 100% commission. I COULD make a lot of money. Or I won't. We'll see. The problem is the person who runs my new office LOVES office culture. There is NO REASON this position shouldn't be 90% remote. But if it was remote how would she make us come to DAILY morning meetings? Where we talk about shit she could have, and does, email us ANYWAY?! First person to get to 30 calls gets to eat lunch with her!!! God help me...

I KNOW this place isn't going to work. I can't work with people like this. But this position COULD make me a lot of money. I NEED a lot of money. My current supervisor just floated the idea of making me full time. That would solve ALL my work and money problems. But this is the 2nd or 3rd time they've done this. Nothing came of it then. I don't this time is any different. They doesn't think I'm friendly enough to DESERVE a full time spot. They won't say it but every time this mythical full time position comes up they bring up the singular time a patron, dying of cancer that is affecting their brain, lost their shit on me because I didn't respond to their snide comment about me. They saw me reading, commented on it in passing, literally and figuratively, because they were walking PAST me. They had been helped. They were done. They were LEAVING. I heard their lame remark but I ignored it. Who cares?

They did. They stopped walking. Stared a hole in the side of my head. I didn't notice because I was reading and also don't care about them. And then...they started screaming at me to look at them. Literally screaming. And my supervisor...holds that against ME. because I thought that was a fucked up, psychotic thing to do. They even say I handled it as best I could but because I didn't smile it off, im not good with people, apparently.

I don't know. Things are better but only in the case that there is SOME hope instead of none at all. And ill take it.

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jimmycarterghostland · 16 days

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I started watching Walkabout a few days ago. Well, I finished watching it yesterday. I can't say that it's a good movie. The characters didn't seem like real people, and the lack of affection between the brother and sister duo didn't help. Neither did the lack of names. There was a big emotional distance between myself and the characters. The only one that kinda seemed real was the Aboriginal boy, but even he was unrealistic. Like, why didn't he bother with getting the siblings to civilization when it was clear that he was near it? (That White woman interacted with him and he didn't attempt to get his White companions to her. It was weird. It's like he wanted them to be trapped in the Australian wilderness forever.

Also, the dad tried to kill the girl and her brother, his children, for no reason. It was strange. There wasn't any hints or anything of his motivation. And the shooting scene came out of nowhere. I don't even remember his gun being shown beforehand. The fact that the sister didn't grieve or seem traumatized afterwards was another reason why she didn't feel like a real person. And the little brother didn't know the dad was trying to murder them, even though he literally shot at him. It was ridiculous.

As for the lack of affection between the siblings, that bothered me too. There were no hugs, no kisses, or verbal kindness shown between the girl and her brother. They didn't seem like brother and sister at all. They acted like strangers to each other more than anything. They didn't talk about their desires, pasts, or anything. There was nothing in their dialogue that made them seem like real people. Nothing they said gave us any reason to root for them or think of them as interesting. No crying or anything, either. Now that I think about it, I don't even remember the brother or sister getting angry at all. They seemed like emotionless robots.

I did know some of the things that were going to happen in the movie. But I didn't know the Aboriginal boy kills himself at some point. When I first saw the scene, I thought he was hanging on the tree while depressed, only looking dead. By the time the brother and sister reached that mining area, I know the Aboriginal boy was truly dead. It sucks too, because he was the best character in the movie, which isn't saying much. Still...

I did like how the girl taught him the English word for water. I love seeing characters in movies learn other languages by context, without using a proper language learning tool(an interpreter, the internet, foreign language dictionaries, etc.). Like when the main character in The Last Samurai learned Japanese by living with the Japanese people, not even bothering with using an interpreter to help him out.

The Aboriginal boy in the movie brought some much needed excitement, though. He was competent, and I liked that. And the language barrier made things more interesting and tense. It was depressing when the Aboriginal boy killed himself. I guess him dancing for the girl while wearing those flowers and face paint was a courting dance. I didn't know what tf he was doing while I was watching that scene, though. I was confused. Apparently, he killed himself because the girl rejected his courting. I figured he did it because seeing those hunters killing those animals made him sad. This movie was bizarre.

I'm not going to say this movie was the worst movie of all time. It's bad, but there was a lot I liked about it. The main issue was the characters being bland and extremely difficult to feel anything for. They were unrealistic. The only character who somewhat made me feel something was the Aboriginal boy. I also think he's the only character who sheds some tears in this movie. Additionally, scene with the random team of scientists(those men and that woman) in the desert was so pointless and unnecessary. The lack of names in this film increased the emotional distance. Not good.

The girl and the boy only felt like they were in real danger during the shooting scene and the part where they're dehydrated and wandering around. But the pair being so unnaturally calm throughout their plight made me feel not very worried for them. And it made them seem more unrealistic.

The scene where the father tried to kill the girl and the boy was pretty cool, though. The suddenness and intensity felt real. It helped that the dad was never shown grabbing the gun before opening fire. The viewer gets immersed in the action at the same time as the characters do. It was great. The randomness of the shooting, and the father's bizarre dialogue during it, made it seem too ridiculous, though. Unintentionally funny, in a way. Yet that scene was supposed to be taken seriously.

Walkabout is definitely an overrated movie. It's an extremely odd movie with unrealistic characters and borders on being a comedy. There was some stuff I liked about, but this film was too strange and the characters were too weird. It was hard to take this film seriously.

2 out of 5 stars.

#walkabout movie #walkabout #movie #film #movie review #review

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diaryoftheunidropout · 1 year

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DAY 55

Welp. Today sure was a pain in the ass. Still positive stuff about it though.

So yesterday I didn't have a proper meal, only a little bit of dried fruit that I binged because I was stressed out about the Heartstopper S2 announcement. I think it was the first time ever I went a day without really eating at all. That means I went over 48h without a proper meal. And the worst part is I didn't even feel that hungry or anything. I find starving myself way easier than it should be. I did eat this evening though, at the restaurant, but skipped breakfast and lunch.

I was woken up at 8AM by the sound of my mom struggling to close the door behind her (for some weird reason there's no door handle). At first I thought she was just picking up the mail or something, but when I noticed she wasn't coming back, I checked and saw she'd taken her phone, purse and coat with her. I was worried and I didn't understand, but then she texted me kindly letting me know she'd gone for a walk and would come back when I'd tell her I was awake since she didn't have the keys and only I could open the door for her. I replied right away that I was awake, but she said she was going to stay out to walk and answer some voice messages. She came home at around 10AM apologizing for getting angry at me the night before.

Looking back now, I am quite sure she wasn't answering voice messages, but was actually on a call with a man she told me about. Some dude apparently living in Switzerland but travelling all across Europe all the time because he's a renowned architect and has a daughter living in London. He tried calling her the other day when my mom arrived. He allegedly lost his wife to cancer three years ago. I saw pics of him. I feel like he's a fucking liar. About the pics, about his job... Everything.

Everything was going pretty fine in the afternoon. I wrote my first article for a media my best friend-godmother works for and it was posted! April 25th, mark your calendars!! This might be the start of a great big thing, idk!!! Then I took my mom to see a play I'd loved and had actually seen because the friend who works for a media was invited alongside the press, and she could have a +1! It was just as lovely as the first time and I accidentally crossed paths with a friend I knew from MIDDLE SCHOOL. The middle school from a small town of a little over 1,000 inhabitants, 350km away from here... literally insane, and not the first time it happens to me. Then we heard from my grandma who had medical exams to take and it went better than expected. Then my mom and I decided to go to the restaurant and that's when my day went really bad.

I wasn't peeking or trying to invade my mom's privacy, but I saw the name of the Swiss guy popping up on her phone, and a message that started with "hello my lover".

So now I am 99% sure my mother is a hypocrite who lies to me.

Don't get me wrong, I do not give a single shit whether or not she's fucking around with men or dating men, or anything. Literally none of my business and I don't care that she might be hiding things from me. But her crying all the time to ME, her late husband's only daughter, about being a poor widow who will never love again, and THEN doing the very opposite of that is LYING and HYPOCRISY and I cannot fucking stand it.

I don't care if she's hiding things from me, I care if she's lying to me, because that's different. I'm pretty sure that the other dude she told me about and who ditched her, causing her to fall into an anorexic episode, was actually her boyfriend, not just her friend. I CARE that she's lying because all of these men are fucking using her and destroying her and then *I* am the one who pays all the fucking consequences of having a mother so unstable she triggers my self-harm behaviors every time I see her. I am so fucking mad I am so filled with rage and I am so trying to contain everything within but, oh boy, the day it all fucking EXPLODES... I'm afraid it's sooner than I actually think. I'm pretty sure she's writing to him right now and it makes me so fucking SICK to think this morning she woke me up early after I'd had a shitty night only to leave me for some man she's never met irl and who's going to demolish her mental health even further. Like yeah I surely haven't been the fucking best at helping her mental health considering how shitty my own was, but there was only ONE SINGLE FUCKING PERSON who spent 2 hours on their knees comforting her when she was drunk as hell and had binge eaten and couldn't stop crying, and that was my 15 year old traumatized and depressed ass, not any of these dirty pigs.

She knows she's destroying herself, she KNOWS her fucking billion relationships with men is killing her, and she keeps spending her entiiiiiiiiire days on dating apps and talking to one man and then another and another and talking and talking and blah blah it's all that matters and I'm going to cry out of rage if I go any further.

The wound I gave myself yesterday didn't hurt me when I made it, but it's been so sensitive today and there have been hours where the pain was almost unbearable. It's worse than any of the other wounds I've ever had.

I am in such constant pain. I wish it would end. I wish I would die. Because I love my mother more than I love anyone else on Earth and she is fucking destroying me further and further because our relationship has become so beyond toxic, except she's my MOM, my fucking BLOOD, not some random person I can just ditch for my own well-being.

I wish she would fucking try to heal for once so I'm not the only stupid bitch out of the two of us fucking fighting to try to make the most of her life as best as she can.

It hurts all the time. All of it.

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AHHHHHH OKAYYYY

I can't believe it. I literally saw the date and I only noticed the year. Cuz even in the dream I only noticed the year. It was funny cuz I was with an old friend of mine whom I don't consider a friend anymore and we haven't met in years. We went to this place cuz we heard a celebrity was coming. I didn't even like this celeb much. And it was a small area almost like a passage. And some other kids who live closeby were disappointed seeing us. It's like it was exclusive for them lol. Gradually the place got crowded and we got kicked out lol. And then we went to this stall thingy. It was nice. I wish I could see more lol. But i think their theme was pseudosychology and they were trying to use the themes or some even mock them idk. I thought it was mocking but the people in the stalls seemed genuine. And they apparently already had our details in a book. It was like college register lol. And they used that Info to calculate the date. And then I was in another stall with a women who was selling books? The thing is it wasn't ordinary books. It looked so mystical and pretty and she asked me to guess the price of one.

Thinking about what you said, I had a dream about something related yesterday as well. It wasnt all that happy tho. Infact I woke up feeling weird. Weird in a bad way. It was like they decided my wedding so quick. WE HAVE TO DO IT NOW kind of way. And I only had this black gown I could wear. The other ones were missing parts?? But that dream, I didn't think it was imp. But here, the year 2026 is what got me.

Also this might be because I keep craving for love lol. It's like I'm in a void not knowing what to do. I can't sleep at night and I just feel so empty?

okay starting from the bottom, that's a literal mood. and I'm blaming the cancer mars transit for that LOL. even though I think venus right now is in gemini, but still.

STILL

You know what's funny? i've had a dream similiar except it was a language convention and somehow I understood all the languages being spoken to me??? t'was fun but weird.

No, but I think these can give details about how you're going to meet the person, and how you're going to get married. maybe you'll be uncomfortable in a place you go to where you guys meet. and maybe the journey into the relationship is stressful because you might struggle at first to see eye to eye on...friends or family.

but you two love each other enough to say fuck it, you're my person lets just get married.

trust in the process. I think this dream held a lot for you and your guides are showing this to you

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imagine yelling at me because I used the dryer for like... fifteen minutes because ‘you’re wasting power don’t you care about the environment’ but the second it’s a little bit cold they have to have the aircon on full blast on so hot that it starts making me feel dizzy and get full-body pangs telling me that I’m overheating get cool immediately, but no they can’t just wear a jumper

#I'm in the coldest fucking room of the house with a broken window and the back door has to be open from eight am til eleven pm #because the dog 'might want to go out'#and I am not wearing a particularly warm jumper and I'm still debating taking it off because it's a little warm #probably not helped by the fact I had to stand in there for a bit #I'm just saying it's not that cold what the fuck #I'm gonna gloss over the fact that she likes to yell at me for destroying the environment because she doesn't actually care #case in point the times I have told her actual facts and she yelled at me because 'those aren't true'#she votes liberal because she thinks scomo is a 'nice young man'#but god she yelled at me at least thrice over the summertime for having the fan on 'because it'd wear out the motor'#guess which fan is running in her bedroom that will not be occupied until eleven pm tonight #and then she yelled at me because I wanted to have the aircon on because I don't remember I was really hot #anyway my point is she's being a huge fucking hypocrite and I'm not even allowed to talk back 'because that doesn't work'#actually sometimes with a gaslighting narcissist you do need to challenge those fucking behaviours #though you wouldn't know because you play the victim and refuse to admit you're exactly the same as her WOULD YOU.#also she vacuumed today being upset at me for not doing it #because apparently I didn't do it literally yesterday even though. she saw me doing it.#it's almost as if anything I say is immediately dismissed because what do I know #not like I do those jobs every week and she has never done it in the entirety of the time I've lived here #and yet she still acts like she knows the best way to do it #I hate it here I just wanna bash my skull in with a rock

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Used To The Cold — S. Cameron

In which Sarah Cameron comes to a realization after her girlfriend moves across the country.

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warning(s): none, fluff, i heart sarah <33

Have you ever lost something that held either so many memories or brought a sort of happiness that just warmed you immediately even at the sight of it? Most people have something like that. Such as for children when it comes to losing stuffed animals or action figures that were a source of comfort, they missed it like hell. Said children grow up and look for a new source of comfort. Some teenagers found it in weed and alchohol, others in sports. For Sarah Cameron, she grew out of the beautiful pink blanket her father had gotten her as a toddler. As she grew into a teenager, she found a new solace.

Her girlfriend.

Sarah made it very apparent to show her love to her girlfriend who, at one point, was just her best friend who she could hardly even bare to be away from. Sarah had known she'd loved Y/n before they even got together by the way Sarah had never felt claustrophobic in the friendship that she held with the other girl. She said the three words within the first six months of being with her, words she had never spoken to another being other than her family. It was a word she, personally, took seriously. For her to say it to Y/n showed the amount of trust she held within her. Trust to not feel so closed off with Y/n.

At the beginning of the relationship, Sarah was glad that not much had changed between the two of them. That Y/n let her have her space whenever she needed it without the dependent need to be together all day though it quickly became backwards. Sarah grew even more clingy to Y/n, hardly able to deal without her hands being stuck to her girlfriend like glue. Whenever they went out to lunch, Sarah played a one sided game of footsies that only brought a smile upon Y/n’s features, one of Sarah’s favorite traits about her. Sarah loved the idea of always having a person to call her own, Y/n seeming to be the one person who could bring out her newfound touchiness. Though, sometimes she pondered on whether Y/n herself was even handling it or if she just ‘put up’ with it. If she did have an indifference towards Sarah’s actions, she surely never showed her disinterest in it.

Though the last time Sarah had held on to her girlfriend felt soul crushing and gut wrenching. As the two of them stood on the creaky, wooden dock just before the ferry, Sarah felt drained. Between the amount of crying she’d done in just the past few days had been enough to make her want to sleep forever and the comfort of her girlfriends arms around her hadn’t helped that feeling. Tears held a steady stream down both of their faces though Sarah was the one who was unable to contain her sobs. People passed around them, solemn looks given to the two of them as they listened in on the sniffles and soft wails.

Y/n didn’t need to be a genius to understand that this was twice as hard for Sarah as it would be for her. Y/n was leaving, miles away that Sarah couldn’t even pin on when the next time she’d being able to hold on to her would be. All she knew was that this embrace that Y/n held on her would be the last one for months and there wasn’t a thing that would be able to make up for it between now and then.

It evoked an indescribable sort of fear within Sarah but she knew it was immutable. If Sarah could, she'd even drop her whole life within Outer Banks to follow her girlfriend across the world. There wasn't much Sarah wouldn't do and there wasn't much Y/n wouldn't do for Sarah either, including the moving date having already been pushed back a month because of Y/n's several arguments with her parents.

"I don't want you to go." sarah whispered as y/n kissed her neck. She could hear the blonde's pained and wavering voice, how affected she already was even as Y/n hadn't even stood on the boat yet.

"I know, lover." the y/h/c girl spoke in a low tone, only sarah able to hear her words of affirmation. Y/n was first to pull back, placing her hands on Sarah's cheeks. The sight of Sarah with puffy eyes and a quivering lip made y/n's heart throb and a guilty feeling blanket over her like a raising tide. "i'll visit. Every chance I get, you know I will."

"It won't be the same." she lamented. Y/n placed her lips against Sarah’s, delicately as if the blonde were made of porcelain. When Y/n's parents had called for her and Ward and Rose had called Sarah away from the dock, Sarah only seemed to want to cling further, fingers pressing further into the thin jacket Y/n worse, but their time had finally run out. Even after weeks of pretending that they had all the time in the world, like nothing could pull the two of them apart, it had happened.

The first few weeks, the whole Cameron house had known Sarah spent most of her nights crying herself to sleep and the entire Y/l/n house knew Y/n was not going to be speaking to them for a little while due to their newest decision. Both groups of parents hadn't known that pulling the duo away from one another would become such a quagmire for each of them.

When Y/n did finally decide to talk to her parents, it was usually to say she was leaving to explore the area in which she refused to get to know the first few days. With a driver license, it gave her just a bit of freedom from her parents who's impromptu decisions had still caused for a tearing in their familial relationship.

Y/n sat in her parked car, a hot beverage in hand to adjust to the cold in which she'd just stood in for five minutes. All of it for a drink that wasn't even that good in her opinion but she dealt with it. With the hand not holding the steaming drink, she opened her phone, smiling immediately at the photo of her and sarah as her background. She unlocked it, scrolling around to find Sarah's contact and setting her phone up against the dashboard. While it began to ring, Y/n situated herself to begin to drive. "Hi, Y/n/n!" Sarah shouted excitedly the second she'd answered.

At her tone of voice did Y/n laugh. The enthusiasm was no surprise but it was funny to Y/n every time. "Hi, baby." She replied, fhe smile remaining on her face as she looked towards the screen. Sarah sat at her desk, her hands under her jaw though a pencil between her fingers. She had focused all of her attention from the papers in front of her to the driver on the other end of the phone. "What are you doing?"

The sound of whizzing paper had made Y/n glance to the phone seeing a math sheet now replacing Sarah's face before she placed it back down, a frown appearing on her features. "Math."

"Didn't you just start like two days ago?" Y/n asked, taking a sip from her drink.

"Yes and this teacher is an absolute bitch. You're just lucky you don't start for another week. You would hate Mr. Henley."

Y/n let out an awfully dramatic gasp. "Um, hello, Mr. Henley was literally my home room teacher last year, I'll have you know. Show some respect." She said, almost missing Sarah's chagrined look as she smiled.

"You're supposed to be on my side here."

"Sorry, i don't believe in biases, Sar." She joked for sarah to let out a small snicker.

"So tell me, how's minnesota?" Sarah asked, trying to spark up a conversation even if the distance was the same thing she wanted to keep her mind off of.

"Oh, it's so great. So many hot people." she remarked.

"You're not funny, no one has ever found you funny." Sarah replied though unable to hold in her laugh along with her girlfriend. "I'm serious. we haven't talked much about it and i don't want to like... avoid your new life now."

Y/n sighed, looking towards the phone to see Sarah looking back down at her work in front of her. "Fine. Well, it doesn't particularly suck. The no surfing part definitely does, though, but what can you do. And the coffee here... no, its just so bad, babe. granted, i only had one, and it's in my cup holder right now but it's gross."

"My coffee making is better, right?" Sarah asked as Y/n gave a hefty nod.

"So much better, even if it is the only thing you're good at making." Y/n laughed and Sarah attempted to refuse a smile, her cheeks quivering from trying to keep it down. "But the weather dropped today, randomly. It was seventy yesterday, fifty today but i think i'm getting used to the cold."

Sarah lifted her head back to the phone, watching Y/n focus on driving, her eyes diverting on places away from the screen. Sarah but at her inner cheek, drumming her fingers against the white wood that rested under her forearms. "Used to it?" Sarah asked. She knew Y/n's move was permanent at least until she was eighteen but something about those words made it seem more realistic. She was getting used to a place that wasn't home.

Y/n hummed. "Yeah, i'm probably being dramatic. I saw a guy walking around in a tank top and shorts while i'm wearing double pair of socks right now." she grinned at her own comment though picking up on Sarah's sudden discomfort when she replied with a small 'wow'. "Lover?"

"Yeah?"

"What's going on?" Y/n asked, the car slowing to a stop at a red light.

Sarah quickly shook her head. "No, it's nothing. Just... the work. Keep your eye on the road."

"Sarah." The blond recognized the tone of voice quickly.

"Just... I just fully realized how permanent this is. I won't see you until, what? December? That's a long time, Y/n! And, i get it, it's your home now and i can't do anything about it but—"

Y/n was quick to cut her off. "I never said this is home. Sure I live here but it's just a couple walls and a roof. It's not home, Sarah." Y/n began. "Home is you. And trust me, i've been missing home the second i got on that ferry."

Despite them having to look at one another through a glass screen the feeling—the connection between the two of them was still felt. Sarah could feel the normal warm feeling she would've gotten whenever Y/n would simply hold her hand or brush her hair over her ear. she held that much of an effect on Sarah in person and somehow even thousands of miles away.

Sarah hadn't even realized she had been staring for a total of twenty seconds until a singular tear fell down her blushing cheeks. she quickly sniffled, recomposing herself as she wiped it away. "Are you seriously making me cry right now?" She muttered with the way the atmosphere had become though relishing in the way Y/n laughed in response.

"Yes, thank you for ignoring everything i just said, lover." Y/n put the car back in drive as the light went green. Due to the steets being relatively empty in her new small town, she took the time to look back over at the phone to Sarah. "I love you."

Sarah's smile widened in thag very moment, pursing her lips before pushing them out. "I love you more."

"And don't worry. I won't get to used to it. I'll be back home, to you, before you even know it." Y/n took a small glance to the phone, enjoying Sarah's gaze that showed even with the distance put between the two of them, they'd be fine.

#outer banks x reader #outer banks #outer banks imagine #jj maybank #sarah cameron fluff #sarah cameron x reader #sarah cameron #obx imagine #john b routledge #pope heyward

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Stuck in 1903

Part Two

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Summary: Damon and Bonnie had come to your rescue, or so you thought, but it is Kai’s every intention to get close to you again

Pairing: Kai Parker x reader

Warnings: angst, smidge of fluff, mentions of smut, mentions of death, mentions of murder, bad friendships, mentions of poison, swearing

Word Count: 2052

Find Part One Here

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If the Other Side continued to exist, then you would be there rather than this subordinate prison world which had been designed for one bad witch. Kai's own kind feared him, you had experienced him mentally draining your energy, he was a chore to put up with, but he could do much more than that, you had learnt from Bonnie. He fed off magic, physically stealing it from bodies and items that harboured any of it, which had poisoned his mind to hunt for power. Your friends had informed you that he had murdered his siblings, well some of them anyway, and had attempted to do so to more of them. And now you knew, with supporting evidence, never to trust Malakai Parker.

Without Damon and Bonnie you had to resort to fending for yourself, which was not at all difficult since this version of Mystic Falls that you were trapped in was quite literally a ghost town. The forever enveloping silence was torture, though the method of ignorance had not been designed for you; it was all for Kai, and that unsettled you. There was one more thing that you had been dreading - the possibility that you could not escape from the remote isolation without the aid of the guest starring siphon himself. This hell was built to contain him for eternity, but now there was magic that he could use to his own advantage nearby.

Your cheek rested upon the side of your hand, mushing the flesh whilst your elbow was poised upon the countertop of the kitchen island in the Salvatore house. All of your concentration validated your deep thoughts, of which you were broken from as a plate was placed directly in front of you, a pancake decorated with chocolate chips and syrup to form a smiley face. Damon was the culprit as he threw a tea towel over his shoulder, expectedly looking at you.

"I'm not hungry." You informed the vampire, who simply frowned at your lack of an appetite. "I ate yesterday, which was technically today." Beneath the table, you crossed your ankles, as you earnt a sigh from your well aged friend; he clearly was not impressed by your behaviour. But you didn't know what he had expected from you, you had been trapped here for longer than you could remember, and alone until you had discovered the man that had been outcast by his own family. At the time you had not known of his murderous tendencies, and had wanted nothing more than to get away from him, and you wouldn't like to admit it but you even missed him a little.

He was annoying and cocky, and withheld crucial information from you, though there was something that contradicted that all. Whenever any one of your friends had suffered the fate of death, they were always attempted to be brought back to life against the natural order of things. It made you wonder and doubt a little if they had even tried to resurrect you. In this separated reality, there was no jurisdiction so that you could know, though each time that either Damon or Bonnie looked at you, you could swear that there was guilt written in their gazes.

"Look I knew being stuck here with Kai must have fucked you up-" he should have bit his lip, his assumptions were anything but correct. And that was proven as you defensively darted out of your seat and jabbed your finger in his face, making him pivot his jaw back. There were many things that were 'fucked up', and supposing that you were one of them because you had died after sacrificing yourself to ensure that they all continued to live just didn't settle right with you. The context of the morbid situation did not help with condoning any reassurance at all, in fact, it gave a spine to your lack of faith in him and the others in the first place. Out of everyone, it was inherently worse to be here with Damon, all he had cared about was his precious Elena as well as himself, and after existing for well over a century, that was insurance that he was never going to change.

"It wasn't him who did that to me, it was roaming this damned place by myself, I had no one. And as crazy as it sounds, I think spending time with the notorious Malakai Parker helped me keep what was to spare of my sanity. If I'm not wrong, I may even say that I've found more being here than dealing with the bullshit y'all cause back home." Perhaps your words were a tad harsh, if Bonnie were in the room you were sure that she'd have a somewhat understanding of what you were saying. Though she was not, and thus you had to deal with the harshness of her best friend all by your lonesome. And it seemed that you had rattled him, apparently he couldn't handle the truth.

"Then why don't you run back to the sociopath? When we discovered that you were here, we found the pair of you attached to the hip anyways. And with him inside of you, I'd never seen you so darn happy, better here with him than tempting me to drink bleach from the way that you constantly complained when you were alive; I swear you were worse than Donovan." It was on your mind's own command for you to take a step back, and away from the toxin that Damon had so cruelly spat at you. Ans the way that he compared you to Matt made you angry; it was though he were ignoring that there were valid reasons for the blond to be the way that he was - after all, the monster before you had practically killed his sister. A laugh renegaded out from your mouth as you realised that you had been right all along, none of them cared. You were just a burden that stopped them from having a perfect life together. If this were a book, then this would be the beginning to your villain arc, and ironically enough Damon saw himself as one of the good guys. Now that was utterly ridiculous after every reckless thing that he had ever done!

"Have it your way then bloodsucker." All along, you should have trusted your guy, and from now on you knew that you would listen to it. And strangely enough, it was calling you to Kai, maybe it was because he was your last resort to escaping this imprisonment that had been meant for him alone. Turning on your heel, you heard Damon flop the towel down on the side and sigh, though you continued to walk, appeasing your better judgement elsewhere. "Wait." He tried to convince you to stay, belatedly understanding the mistake that he had made, but it was no use, you were already on your journey of getting as far away as possible from him.

The Mystic Grill, it remained to be familiar in your eyes as you entered. It was empty and void of drunken assholes and narcissists that you had wasted too much time on. The only person that you missed in the modern alternative was Matt Donovan, he was the only person that didn't treat you as though you were invisible or a nuisance. You wondered how he was coping with your absence, knowing him, he was probably relieved that Damon was gone. But you weren't, because he was here with you instead. Trailing your fingertips over the counter of the bar, out of the corner of your eye you saw a lonely glass of bourbon that was sat there as though it were lamenting you with mockery. You tried to hold your sentimental sob inside, but it was practically impossible. It tore through your body, bellowing out from your mouth as you stifled and fought through your tears.

A hand caressed the landscape of your back causing you to jump and flinch from the unexpected contact. One thing that you had learnt from evading and eventually experiencing the qualms of death, was that you could never be too careful. For no more than a second you had predicted that the intruder to your pity party was Damon, that he had followed you as you tried to distance yourself from him, but alas it was not, instead of being greeted by a fretless vampire, you were condemned by the sight of a powerless witch, of whom had purposely interjected your moment of cracked emotion and wore a brave smile for you. Wiping your eyes with the back of your sleeves, you couldn't help but snap at him. "If you're here to finish what we started then tough luck Parker, you've been here long enough and you have two hands, figure something else out."

His tongue darted out to swipe at his own bottom lip, as he raised his hand, showcasing his offering to you. "I was only going to see if you wanted a pork rind, you look like you could use one." Sighing, you dug your hand into the pungent packet that was littered with dust and crumbs, retrieving a few treats for yourself as you placed them in your mouth. "And now should be when the poison kicks in..." With your hand, you gave him a little shove as you tolled your eyes at his homicidal comedy. "Come on, that was funny! I'm funny!"

"If you say so, there's not very many people around to give you an honest opinion." It was true, the only other human like lifeforms impartially close by were Damon and Bonnie, and well, you weren't going to scurry back to them anytime soon. "And if you had poisoned me, then you would know that I would be fine and dandy in not so long, It wouldn't make a difference if that wasn't the case either, I mean I'm already dead, what could be worse than that?" Kai looked at you with shock; he didn't know that about you, that you had actually suffered a final breath. Now he thought about it, the grand scheme of things he didn't know much about you in general, though he was prepared to learn. He had often found death to be fulfilling, satisfying even, but he'd never thought about its victims being so beautiful. Yet here you were before him, by chance the one force that could motivate and help him find a way out of this jarring hole of reaping misery.

"You're here, that's all that matters." As soon as those words fled from his lips he realised exactly what he had said, and a blush framed his features. "I um - that wasn't what I - you know, yeah..." He scratched the back of his neck as you shook your head at this new side that you were seeing of Malakai. His parents called him Malakai, of course he was going to become a killer, but right now you saw nothing more than an embarrassed boy whose skin had flushed as an affect of his own words. From your experience, everyone was either the killer or the killed - you two were one of each. Like ying and yang, you fit perfectly, it was a balanced divide that was settled on whichever rhythm played out in the air. And to correspond with that thought you walked over to the jukebox, a song beginning to play which made Kai want to cover his ears. "I hate this song." He told you; he really did, if he could murder it, he would without a doubt.

"Then don't listen, just dance with me." You extended your hands out to him, to which he begrudgingly reached for. And as he snapped his eyes open, he realised that was all a memory, and that goddamn song was still playing. All he could think about was you, he had seen how upset you had been to die, and yet you were gone again, and it was all down to your so called friends. One was standing before him as he sat in chains, imprisoned against a chair. "Are you here to punish me?" He asked Bonnie, wanting nothing more than shut his eyes and see your face again.

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giorno-plays-piano · 3 years

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Vicious

Part VI

Pairing: Steve x reader, Bucky x reader, Thor x reader, Loki x reader, Peter x reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, possessiveness, theft, mention of blackmail, all characters are adults.

Words: 1567.

Summary: Transferring to Stark Academy that has only allowed to take in female students last semester, you realize you are just one of three young women among hundreds of students. Your things are constantly being stolen, and soon you begin fearing for your safety.

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

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You spent the rest of your evening like a somnambulist, barely able to concentrate on your projects before you went to bed, barely finishing half of the things you planned for today. Even the change of locks didn't make you as happy as you thought it would. It felt like something between a dream and a nightmare.

Lying in the dark, you stared at the ceiling, thinking of what happened just a couple of hours ago. Why did he do it? Was it just out of habit and didn’t mean anything? Naturally, with his appearance and easy-going attitude, he probably dated many girls and didn’t think much before kissing someone he liked.

Remembering the way he talked to you in the morning, you thought he must have pretended to be shy around you. Thor certainly wasn’t sheepish.

Was it all a sham? Was Loki right about all of them, playing their roles to get close to you? You couldn’t forget the way Thor looked the moment he told you about being smart. It was like something switched inside him, and for a second you saw the real Thor who was far from being your simple, good-natured athlete.

Why did you keep thinking about that stupid kiss even after seeing the man could be dangerous?

Aroused and angry, you tossed and turned until you fell asleep.

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Waking up was especially tough, despite the fact you didn't really do much yesterday, meaning you were going to spend your weekend studying. Shoot, and that's when you planned to visit that new chocolate boutique in the city. Maybe you could still make it if you spent more time studying today?

But then again, going to the city alone might be a bad idea. Even if the guys who stole your things were beaten, it didn't mean it had always been the same people following you. The school was full of weirdos, in the end. What if somebody went after you? Steve would definitely say you had to bring one of your guards with you.

Damn. It was better staying in the dorm then.

"Good morning! Are you ready?" Peter's voice broke through the silence, and you flinched, hurriedly applying some lipstick because you didn't have enough time to put your makeup properly.

Well, at least you were fully dressed.

"Just give me a second!" Picking up your bag, you put your shoes on and opened the door, looking at a young guy who's face was lit up like a Christmas tree. "Hi!"

He definitely liked what he saw, and you felt your cheeks growing hot from embarrassment. From the very start of the semester Peter acted very sweet around you, and you thought you could be friends with him. He wouldn't do something as ugly as blackmailing, would he? Thor said it too. Clearly, Steve was exaggerating.

"Did you sleep well? I've heard you changed your lock, so now it'll be better."

"Ugh, I hope so. But I still sleep with my dresser blocking the door." Sighing, started walking, afraid to look in the faces of other students, hurrying off to school.

They must have been disgusted, watching you being friendly with one guy after being all lovey-dovey with the other just yesterday. Although you didn't see anyone in particular, you were sure somebody saw Thor kissing you. And now you were walking the corridors with Peter.

"By the way, what's your Insta?"

What? Your Instagram? Whatever for? Although you had no idea why he needed it, you let him add you, by the time leaving the dorm and walking towards the main building.

Suddenly, Peter got pretty close, his arm on your waist as he lifted up his phone and hummed, "Look here and smile!"

Before you realized what he was doing, the boy kissed your temple, and you heard the sound of a photo being taken by his front-facing camera. What the Hell?!

"Peter!" Pissed at him, you quickly break free and stepped back, but he was already looking at his phone, editing the photo and posting it almost immediately.

You heard your phone buzz when he marked you on the photo.

"That's a good one. You look very cute here."

"What are you doing?!"

"Making a proof we're dating, of course?"

You were taken aback by the sincerity in his voice, and Peter smiled from ear to ear like an excited teenager, showing you the picture: it wasn't that bad, and you looked as if you were slightly embarrassed by Peter's closeness. Oh, of course. He had to convince his friends he was dating you, but he didn't kiss you on the lips that could make other people too suspicious. Instead, friends of Barnes or, say, Thor, would still think it was all for show, and it was their friend who dated you for real.

Shit, Steve's plan was incredibly complicated, and you didn't like it at all.

"Oh, alright." You mumbled, lowering your eyes to the ground, and Peter laughed.

"We'll make a TikTok dance later. If you wanna make people talk, just use your social media." He winked at you and put the phone in the pocket of his pants, resuming walking, and you moved along, your face still hot.

God, what did these guys got you into? You felt like you were lost in the middle of a play, not even having a script to read what was your role in all this.

Before you parted your ways, going to a different classrooms, Peter talked about videogames, the upcoming Resident Evil - apparently, his favorite franchise - and some Dota tournament, but you didn't know much about it, and Peter offered to show you his favorite games "because you can't spend all your time studying!"

He was as careless and sweet as always, but you couldn't get Steve's words out of your mind. Damn, if only you could know for sure that Peter didn't blackmail anyone. Who could you talk to about it? Obviously, not Peter himself, but every time he spoke you had that nagging feeling you needed to talk to him. You barely kept your mouth shut before he went to a different room.

Ugh, why didn't you transfer anywhere else when you still had a chance? Obviously, now you could only drop out of school, and it definitely wasn't something you were going to do.

Luckily, the next couple of hours you were busy with your classes, trying your best to prepare for the upcoming exams. The academy held high standards, and even though you were a good student, it still took lots of efforts to keep up the good work. How Thor even managed to get enrolled, judging by the fact he hated studying and often skipped classes?

Ah yes, he mentioned something about getting a scholarship from the academy for his success in the sport.

By the lunch time you were drained, listening to Peter chatting with an absent-mindedly epxression on your face. Funny enough, Peter's grades were better than yours, even though he spent much less time studying. What, was he some genius like Loki? You felt a little envy.

"I gotta go take my tracksuit, I have PE next," the boy said, and you nodded, throwing away the leftovers of your lunch.

As you stood close while he grabbed his sportclothes, you heard two guys talking behind the lockers to your right.

"Have you seen her today? She's with Parker!"

You tensed immediately. Of course, they were talking about you.

"Yeah, so what?"

"She was with Thor yesterday!"

Watching you froze on the spot, Peter stilled too, listening carefully. Oh shit, you hoped no one cared about who you went with - why should they, in the end - but, apparently, you were drawing too much attention simply because you were a girl among hundreds of male students.

"So what?" The other guy asked impatiently, growing tired of this conversation.

"Are you stupid? She's going out with them! I bet she's looking for a guy." The first student said with excitement, and you cringed. No, you weren't going out with anyone, you wanted to stop the weirdos from following you and steeling your things. Was it too much to ask?

"Yeah, who cares?"

"We have three fucking girls in the whole school, and you don't care if one of them could be going out with you? Besides, this one's pretty. I'd fuck her!"

You felt like you were going to puke any moment. Why on Earth did you decide to transfer to an all-boys school? It was like the whole school were a men’s room filled with stupid-ass guys, and you were locked inside, forced to listen them talk junk.

"You'd fuck a sheep, weirdo. Go get yourself a girlfriend if you can’t stop thinking with your dick.”

Laughing, the guy left, and his friend followed him, shouting something stupid while you breathed out a sigh of relief. Of course, you knew there would be some talk, but you didn’t expect it to be so... gross. Were you really gonna spend the two remaining years here?

Watching you getting frustrated, Peter gently touched you by the arm and said softly, “Don’t worry. They won’t talk rubbish about you.”

“What do you mean?” Suddenly thinking of Steve’s words, you blurted out exactly what you were thinking of the whole day, “Are you going to blackmail them with something?”

“I... what?”

Part VII

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Chapter 3

A/N- Evey couple of chapters you will get Professor Hemsworth's POV and this is the first one 🥵 I really wanted to write his story and hear his thoughts too.

Summary- He can't get her out of his mind, the girl in the coffee shop. Will fate bring them together again?

Word count- 2.9K

Pairing- Prof!Hems X Reader

Warnings- Age gap (OC is 20) student/professor relationship, swearing, dirty talk

18+ Only!

Disclaimer: This is an entire work of fiction/AU and has no affiliation to real life what so ever! This is a fictional story about fictional characters who happen to share names and faces with some real people.

Posted: 5th Sept 2021

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Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Chris Pov

My Apartment was silent as usual, empty like always when I arrived home from work, throwing my coat and bag on to the sofa and slumping down next to them.

I couldn't stand the silence, it taunted me and brought back memories I'd rather not remember. I'd thought about getting a roommate but still hadn't gotten around to posting out an ad, the idea made me nervous. Although I hated being alone, living with a stranger would be even worse. I turned on the TV to fill the expanse of the large empty room that I'd work so hard for but ultimately meant absolutely nothing to me.

My mind began to wander back to this morning and the chance meeting with the most beautiful woman I'd ever laid eyes on. She'd taken my breath away and made me so nervous that I'd used some cheesy chat up line. I'd known at the time it would come back to haunt me tonight, no wonder she ran out of there as soon as she could. Thats why I hesitated, my hand brushed against the small of her back when I was about to ask her for her number and it took away my sensibility. I leaned in like I was about to kiss her, thank god I stopped myself though, how ridiculous would that have been?

I'd spoke to her for no more than ten minutes but somehow felt like I'd known her all my life. Asking for her number wouldn't have been the most unusual thing but she was in such a rush and I didn't want to make her late. There's absolutely nothing more I hate than tardiness.

I still couldn't get her off of my mind, she was beautiful, long dark hair that flowed down her back and the most piercing green eyes I'd ever seen. I couldn't stop looking into them, framed by dark eyelashes that made the emerald green pop even more. It's been a long time since I'd met a woman that made me feel as nervous as she did. The only thing is, she was young, much younger than me and I'd be fooling myself to think I'd actually stand a chance with her. Even if by some miracle I did, she deserved more than what I could give her, I was a mess, even after all this time I was still living in the past.

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I woke up feeling like a teenage boy again, a tent of my erection in the cotton sheets sprawled across my middle. I'd dreamt about the girl all night and honestly nothing about it was innocent. I rubbed at my eyes and stretched my muscles before finally getting out of bed, I had my first Junior Comms class to teach today and of course, I couldn't be late.

To say I was dreading today would be an understatement, I'd made a deal with the Dean to teach the Comms class because none of the other professors were willing and I was desperate for a job. I was hoping that if I exceeded expectations during my first semester I would finally get to teach psychology like I'd planned in the first place. Of course that meant being on my best behaviour and a lot of arse kissing, which I would do, albeit reluctantly.

The air was crisp this morning as I set off walking towards the university, luckily for me I didn't live to far away from the campus and the walk would help distract my thoughts because God knows they needed distracting. They always did.

Before I knew it, I'd arrived at the halls, looking up at the architecture of the building and realising my idea to walk obviously hadn't worked. I'd barely paid attention the entire time and it was only muscle memory that had gotten me to my required destination.

I held onto the door handle of the lecture hall and took a deep breath before stepping in, the room erupting into wolf whistles was not what I expected but admittedly better than what I was thinking. I scanned the room and my students, rolling my eyes at the girls lining the front row, their eager faces taking me in.

The class was full of typical students, the usual cliques you see at every educational institution. The jocks and cheerleaders, the nerds and oh fuck. The air was almost knocked from my lungs when I spotted her sat at the back of class. The girl I'd been talking to in the coffee shop yesterday, the girl that had been on my mind and in my dreams ever since. She was here, right in front of me which meant she was my student and younger than I'd actually thought. Fuck.

Even though she was now out of bounds I couldn't take my goddamn eyes off of her, the way her wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders. I could feel my cock tingling when my eyes fell to her low cut top and that unreal cleavage. I pulled my eyes away from her so as not to draw attention and focused on preparing for the lesson, leaving the students to whisper for a while longer while I recovered my composure.

Like a magnet, my eyes unwillingly kept finding their way back to her and she looked uncomfortable, squirming in her seat. I was making her uncomfortable and I still couldn't stop myself, I frowned as I subtly watched her cheeks blush and realised she's probably embarrassed because she'd been flirting with her Professor. Of course she'd be embarrassed, I was so much older than her but was it wrong that I didn't feel one ounce of awkwardness at the fact I had been flirting with a student?

All I could think about as I watched her tits bounce as she moved In her seat, was burying my face in her cleavage and I knew I had to look away before my dick reacted. The last thing I needed in a class full of students was to be walking around with a fucking erection.

I could stand there and watch her all day but certain students had stopped talking and they were waiting for me to speak and I'd almost forgotten why I was here In the first place. I really needed to get my head in the game, being infatuated with a student would definitely not get me the promotion I was looking for.

I pushed my hands in my tight pockets, hoping to stretch the fabric a little so my semi-hard dick wasn't so apparent, then my eyes were drawn to her again and she was talking to Jake. That pissed me off and I could feel my jaw tensing as I cleared my throat rather forcibly, hoping to get the attention of the whole class at the same time as distracting her from the rather friendly conversation she was having with another guy. A guy her age at that.

"Now I've got your attention, we're going to use our first session to get to know each other a little better. You'll be doing quite a lot of speeches so it's best if you feel comfortable with one another. I'll start by introducing myself." I looked at her again, gulping hard when I saw her with the end of her pen in her mouth and the way her lips wrapped around it. Fuck. "So, I'm Professor Hemsworth and I'm originally from Melbourne in Australia." I looked to her and she smiled, remembering what we spoke about yesterday.

A student started with the typical Australian stereotypes although I'm actually surprised no one told me to throw another shrimp on the Barbie. I laughed along anyway, I'd been expecting it, it's literally the first thing anyone who isn't Australian says when they first meet me. So when I told him it wasn't very original I meant it, I'd heard it a thousand times before and I'll hear it a thousand times again.

I told the class a little about myself before informing them they would do the same, it didn't go down well, the room filled with groans. I looked to her and she looked downright terrified, I sympathized for her, it wasn't easy speaking in front of a room full of people but was the best way to break the ice.

"Claire Abbott." I called, watching the blonde at the front stand, nervously. She giggled and twirled her hair around her finger as she smiled at me, I knew what she was doing. I quickly glanced at the girl from the coffee shop as she rolled her eyes at the blonde at the front, I smirked back at her, amused at her tolerance for predictable girls.

"I erm… I don't know what to say?" The blonde said, looking at me questioningly.

"Just anything about yourself that we might find interesting, the first thing that comes to mind."

"Well I own four horses and I'm the cheer captain." I had to stop myself from laughing when she rolled her eyes again but the smile soon disappeared when I saw Jake lean over to speak to her and the way she laughed at him made my blood boil. I was seething, not because they were speaking instead of listening but because she was speaking to him instead of me.

"You two at the back, we'll wait for you shall we?" I called them out, my voice more stern than I expected. I was pissed off that Jake would easily be able to get to know her and I couldn't. She stared at me, her eyes wide, she was surprised I'd called them out in front of everyone which made me even more pissed off because that probably blew my chances even more. What the hell am I thinking? What chances, I need to remember I'm her fucking Professor.

She sat silently through the rest of the class, I still couldn't keep my eyes off of her and thankfully neither could she. She looked flustered and I liked it, I liked that I could make her feel that way without even touching her. She was so goddamn hot I could hardly concentrate on what the other students were saying.

When I glanced down at the sheet of names in front of me and saw Jake's name my jaw clenched.

"Jake Hudson." I couldn't help narrowing my eyes as he stood up, I just knew he'd say something cocky and I was so fucking jealous of him right now. I closed my eyes for a second and took a deep breath, I needed to keep my cool, especially in a room full of students and her. If she knew what I was really like she wouldn't look at me the way she did.

"Hi, I'm Jake." I bit onto the inside of my gum, that bit of pain keeping me grounded. "I'm also from Australia." He gave me that fucking cocky half arsed smile I'd been waiting for and the adrenaline shot through me. I was thankful no one noticed apart from maybe the one person in here I didn't want to notice. She was watching me carefully. I had to loosen my tie a little as he continued to speak, I was burning up with rage.

I'm glad class was almost over, I needed a stiff drink and I needed it now. I looked at my sheet of names again and there were only a couple left, I wondered which one was hers. I needed to know her name. Fuck. I needed to know everything about her.

"Jessica Watson." She stood up. Fuck, Jessica, it was a cute name and fit her perfectly. I was mesmerized with her and the way she spoke as she tucked her long hair behind her ears. "These last couple of days have been pretty eventful for me." She looked right at me, what was she going to say? "I'm living the life of a romance novels heroine and I'm excited to see what the next couple of days bring." Oh fuck. Was she talking about meeting me? Or Jake? I like to think by the way she studied me as she spoke, she was talking about me. This was wrong, so wrong but why did it feel so right? I forgot there was anybody else in the room, my cock twinging as I pictured myself fucking her on this desk. I needed to stop thinking like this, it's unprofessional and completely immoral. I shook my head and turned back to the class.

"I hope we all feel a bit more comfortable with each other now, some of you shared some pretty revealing things." I looked at Jessica. "Some of you, not so much." Then raised my eyebrows at a group of guys in the middle of class that had used thier time to inform everyone about the party at their frat house this weekend. "I'll have a schedule for you all next time I see you, anybody that has any questions can see me after class, everyone else is free to leave." I looked at her one last time, hoping she'd use this opportunity to come and speak to me.

I sighed when I sat back at my desk and a group of girls took their opportunity, I wasn't in the mood for it but answered their questions anyway. I didn't take my eyes from Jessica, especially when Jake started speaking to her again. The girls in front of me were taking up my time, trying to flirt with me instead of asking relevant questions and I was over it.

"Do you actually have any questions about the course ladies? I have other things to be getting on with if not." I was a little short with them without actually meaning to be. I just wanted them out of my goddamn way so I could see what was going on with Jessica and Jake.

The girls finally left, more like stormed off but I couldn't care less right now. She was still sat at her desk which means she waited until I was alone which has got to be a good sign. We stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, the silence driving me insane so I cleared my throat and she blinked like I'd woken her from a daydream. What was she thinking about?

She packed up her things into her bag slowly, I could tell she was buying herself time but I felt relaxed now we were alone, in fact I felt excited which was completely ridiculous. I felt like a damn teenager.

"Did you need to talk Miss Watson?" I was amused and I needed to break the ice before the silence got the better of me. I leaned back in my chair and folded my arms across my chest.

"I erm…" She walked towards me, down the stairs, looking at her feet. She was unsteady and looked nervous as hell, was she going to tell me to back off? "I wanted to apologise, I had no idea you were a Professor." She stood at the bottom of the stairs, I was glad she wasn't too close. I don't know if I'd be able to control myself around her and lord knows I had to. The atmosphere was tense, neither of us really knowing what to say or do, all I could think about was ripping off her clothes.

"There's no need to apologise Miss Watson, I also had no idea you were a student but I was hoping to bump into you again. Funny how things work out isn't it?" I cocked my eyebrow at her, testing her, seeing how she would react to my comment. Something changed and she didn't look quite so nervous anymore.

"I think fate can be rather cruel Professor Hemsworth." The way she called me Professor stirred something deep inside me, a hunger I didn't know I had and when she moved closer to me I began to feel nervous.

"Oh really? Why is that Miss Watson?" She was so close now, I could smell her sweet scent of coconut shampoo. I wanted to touch her badly, I didn't though. I didn't dare because I knew if I did I wouldn't be able to stop myself and I must restrain, she's my student after all. It's wrong. It's forbidden.

I still couldn't stop myself from flirting, like an uncontrollable impulse and as soon as I opened my mouth to try and be professional I would just go right ahead and flirt. She was so outrageously attractive but the kind of attractive where she didn't know it and didn't flaunt it, which I found even more endearing.

"I was hoping to bump into you again too, only now the thought of what could've happened will have to remain a fantasy." My restraint was really being tested now, she was teasing me, egging me on and the fact she'd also been fantasising about me made it extra difficult to resist. I had to loosen my tie again, I needed my fingers to be busy so I didn't touch her. I had an internal conflict going on inside my mind and it was like torture, if this was day one of class how the hell was I meant to survive the whole semester?

"I better get to my next class, we can't have anyone thinking I'm your favourite now can we?" Fuck sake. I ground my teeth together, I was glad she was leaving, I couldn't take the tension any longer but at the same time I knew, with distance the desire would only intensify. She turned to leave and I couldn't stop myself watching her hips sway as she walked, her ass was so round and bouncy, it hypnotised me and that's when I knew I was in deep trouble.

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two — "is she like a vampire or something?"

loud laughter and the sound of a resounding 'smack!' was what had disturbed beomgyu out of sleep. refusing to open his eyes he just ignored the noise and turned over to a new position, willing himself to fall back asleep. unfortunately, with the ever growing noise volume in his shared dorm, he couldn't.

he still refused to get out of bed though.

beomgyu was still extremely tired, and even if he couldn't fall asleep he was still going to rest his body.

without opening his eyes he blindly searched for his phone on his bed. it was in his pocket when he had arrived and fallen asleep, so it probably slipped out and was on the bed. or maybe it was on the floor. he did have a habit of moving a lot in his sleep.

4:27pm

"shit i really slept in. eh it's ok i don't have anything important to do anyways."

it was friday, and while he didn't technically have the day off on his school schedule, the one class he did have was cancelled in advance by the professor since they had things to do. to him, it just meant he had more time to either work or do whatever he wanted. luckily, he had finished everything he needed to submit or have ready yesterday, so he planned to just relax.

at least that was the plan before kai and taehyun burst into his room. really, at that point they should've just broken the door off its hinges with the amount of force they used to get into his room.

"dude i saw a ghost in the art building last night!"

"you're just delusional and sleep deprived, kai."

"you're only saying that because you didn't see it!"

"no, i'm saying that because i'm the only logical person in this friend group."

"says the guy who bought a pet snake instead of our groceries!"

"don't bring aengdu into this!"

beomgyu just wanted some peace, but apparently that was too much to ask for from the universe.

"shut up already, what did you even come in here for anyways?", at that kai's eyes lit up when beomgyu spoke up and he made himself comfortable next to him on his bed. meanwhile taehyun rolled his eyes, preparing himself to hear kai's "ridiculous" story once again.

"ok so this is what happened, i went into the art building to look for the people that were helping with our props–"

"props? what kind of props are you getting from the art department??"

"just some extra stuff, listen that's not important right now–"

"well it certainly is considering you never set foot in there."

"the theatre department needed some extra frames for their next show and there were some other students that specialize in ceramics and sculptures that said they'd help out.", taehyun answered before kai could shut down beomgyu again.

"another show, why didn't you say anything?"

"dude the show's not what's important right now, what's actually important is that i saw a fucking ghost in the painting studio!!!"

"that wasn't a ghost kai.", yeonjun walked in to the already sort of crowded bedroom.

"that was y/n, she tends to work a lot during the night when the studios are empty."

this was the first beomgyu had ever heard of this. yeah sometimes was in the studio after hours, hell sometimes he spend entire nights there and he'd greet some of the staff that came in early.

"who would willingly spend the night painting in an empty studio, all creepy like.", kai commented and shivered.

"don't you literally go into the theatre after hours, you're all creepy like too kai.", taehyun retorted.

"so... is she like a vampire or something?"

"how did you go from ghost to vampire that quickly?", yeonjun shook his and beomgyu furrowed his eyebrows in disbelief.

truly, kai's mind was something else sometimes.

"i mean think about it, if beomgyu knew her he'd have seen her around by now don't you think? also spending a lot of nights in a super dark building where there's barely any people? sounds like a vampire to me."

"wow next thing you know you'll be making assumptions that yeji from our communications course can shapeshift into a cat."

sometimes beomgyu's friends were full of it. i mean, vampires? shapeshifters? ghosts?

"she's not a vampire kai."

"maybe she's hiding it. also again, beomgyu has never seen her.", he snapped his fingers as if this was the only evidence that made his claims the truth.

"beomgyu also specializes in photography and digital media, y/n specializes in traditional media. obviously he'd most likely never seen her.", taehyun rolled his eyes as if that was the most obvious answer in the world.

he was right. how could he be expected to remember everyone's faces when they didn't share any courses together, and it had been two years since beomgyu had set foot in the painting studio. aside from that, there were multiple painting studios too.

"whatever, i still think she's a vampire.", kai huffed and once again, taehyun rolled his eyes.

beomgyu wasn't intrigued.

well, maybe a tiny bit. but mainly because yeonjun knew who she was, and yeonjun didn't really ever set foot in the art building.

"she's not a vampire, but she does have a lot of occult art pieces. especially vampire art. she used me as a reference once for a painting."

beomgyu should really start paying attention more to the art around him because he had no idea what he was talking about. surely he would remember if someone had presented occult art for the university's shows.

maybe he'll try finding the paintings when he goes back to the studio, they must still be up considering it's an art building. and some artwork from previous alumni are still up on the walls.

"yeah that's a good idea.", he thought to himself before tuning back in to whatever his friends had started talking about next.

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𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦.

- 𝓚. 𝙯𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙮𝙘𝙠

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Chapter 2–

You knew that if anyone outside of this car saw you right now, you might just pass away. To put it simply: You were sitting on Killua's lap.

All because Kite's truck only fit seven people.

The way this predicament came about would have been comical if it weren't for your burning embarrassment. Unfortunately, you could remember very clearly how it all unfolded:

"Hmm, it seems that there aren't enough seats for all eight of us, so one person will have to squish in," Kite said, opening the car door to check the seats.

"Who's the smallest one here?" Gon asked. All seven pairs of eyes turned to look at you.

Great. The benefits of never having had your growth spurt.

Killua was the one to open his mouth, snickering, "Obviously it's Y/N. She's like a midget!"

"Killua, you are literally an entire 2 ½ feet shorter than Kite over there," you defended yourself.

From a distance, you had guessed Kite was around 6'3. Once you got a closer look at him, you discovered that he towered over you like a skyscraper. Your curiosity got the best of you and naturally, you had asked him what his height was. The man was a whopping 7 foot 10.

"It's okay Y/N, you can squish with me," Gon offered.

Killua shook his head. "No way. Squishing will just make everyone uncomfortable. It's better if only one person suffers. Y/N, you can sit on my lap."

He had left no room for argument. Sighing, you knew that even if you tried, you had no say in this anymore. You would just have to suck it up for the next 4 hours.

Now you were here, sitting on him, worrying about whether you were cutting the circulation off to his legs or not. Or perhaps you were too bony and it was hurting him.

You could feel his warm breath on your neck, and it sent goosebumps across your entire body. This was beyond awkward.

"Stop it," Killua muttered, right in your ear.

Oh, you'd done it now, hadn't you? Killua was gonna push you off onto Gon instead.

"Stop what?"

"You're so stiff, just...relax," he paused, "I don't mind sitting this way."

Hearing his voice so close to you sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

Maybe this was okay.

You untensed, trying to adjust yourself to a more comfortable position, but the bumpy car ride wasn't making it very easy. Kite ran over a rock, and without a seatbelt it sent you jerking upwards. Thanks to his fast reflexes, Killua gripped your waist, holding you tightly to his body.

"The seatbelt won't reach over the both of us, but this'll keep you from flying."

"Heh, thanks Killua. I think we should reach the beach in a bit..." you said, hoping that the thought of it being over soon might offer him some relief.

It doesn't matter who it is, being this close to someone could send anyone into a frenzy. You were hyper-aware of every one of his fingers grasping onto your waist. He wasn't lying. He was keeping you right there.

You'd just have to stop thinking about it, you told yourself. Or else you'd go crazy.

Trying to relax back into Killua like he had asked, you let your mind wander to the reason you were driving in the first place. The day before, the three of you had decided to stick with Kite and help him investigate the Chimera ants. The beach you were headed to now is supposed to have a clue about where the ant queen is located, so you could bring an end to the destruction before it starts. During the car ride, you had learned they were a truly deadly species. One bite of an innocent passerby, and they had the means to bring the entire human race to extinction.

You felt like something was starting. And your intuition was rarely wrong.

Gazing at Gon who had been talking with Kite for a while now, you noticed how his eyes crinkle into little smiles whenever he talks. You knew that having Kite around, his father's best friend, surely excited him to the bone. Gon was just oozing with optimism, without even trying. You could tell that just by being himself, he was keeping the spirits up of all eight in the group, not allowing any room for doubt or fear to creep into anyone's minds.

At that moment, you swore that whatever happened, you would be there to protect Gon and Killua. Even if it costs you everything.

Hopefully, this wasn't one of your friends' last few moments of tranquility. But if it was, you were determined to spend it well.

Resting your head against Killua, you hoped that he wouldn't mind if you indulged in this for just a moment. You were tired, having not gotten much rest since completing Greed Island and meeting Kite.

It didn't take much time for you to fall asleep to the rise and fall of Killua's steady breathing and his sweet vanilla scent. If you'd been awake, you might have even heard his heartbeat racing beneath you.

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You had finally reached the beach.

Killua had nudged you awake once you'd gotten there. You remembered how his blue eyes stared back at you as he poked your face, calling you an idiot for falling asleep, and you chuckled.

There was one thing you were clueless about; Killua had made sure not to move even once the whole rest of the car ride. He was nervous that he might disturb your peacefully sleeping form.

You were still pretty groggy as you looked out at the sea, the bright sun reflecting on the ocean's surface. You wanted to wiggle your toes in the sand, but you were there for a reason. To find anything that might lead to the Queen.

You searched in bushes, behind rocks, under seashells, and even used your nen to sift through as much sand as you could. So far, the group had ruled out the forest and deemed it difficult to know if the ant even ended up on the same island. That's when they decided to release the hellhound. Well- it wasn't a hellhound. It was the little dog you played with yesterday. Along with Gon.

Gon was following behind the dog on all floors, sniffing the ground as he went.

"He can do that?" You asked no one in particular.

"His nose is as sharp as a dog's," Killua responded, watching Gon with an amused look in his eye.

A couple minutes went by with no luck. The only thing the dog had found was a tree to pee on. It looked like the ant wasn't going to be on this island, though Kite had an idea.

"It may have washed ashore somewhere else. Which direction do the currents flow here?" Kite asked the two that had brought us down to the beach. One was short with brown skin and grey hair that sprouted up like hay, while the other had large glasses and two front teeth poking out from his mouth.

"The direction is reversed between day and night. And it also changes with the seasons. I've even heard it's different on certain days. So it'll be tough to pinpoint a location..." said Chipmunk Teeth. That's what you'd call him, since you hadn't gotten his name.

So basically, no one had any idea on how to find the Chimera Ant Queen.

"Continuing to search blindly is pointless. We should return to YorkNew and see if we can find any new leads there."

You heard the group around you agreeing with Kite. He and his friends began walking back to the truck already, but you stayed put. You would catch up to them later.

The ocean reminded you of your home. You thought you should say goodbye to it first.

Ripples of water lapped gently at your feet. You always had a connection with nature. Having lived in a small village located in the middle of a jungle most of your life, the earth had become your dearest friend. One of your earliest memories was from exploring the coves back at home. You stretched out your arm across the water, and watched the liquid softly rise to your hand as you called it.

That's why you chose this nen ability. It tied you to the elements. When you fought with it, together you were one body.

"Y/N, come on! Kite's threatening to leave without you," Gon waved you over. Taking one last look at the sea, you turned away.

The sun was already setting by the time you left for the city.

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Going back to YorkNew was the right decision. Now you all knew where to look.

Kite had discovered that the possibilities of the Chimera Ant landing in NGL were the highest. Apparently, NGL was a country populated with people who wanted to get away from machine civilization and live in nature.

You loved nature too, but you thought that was a little extreme. There was a reason you had to leave your beloved jungle behind.

"There may very well be a giant swarm of Chimera Ants already hunting humans down. If that's the case, my top priority will be saving them. You must be able to protect yourselves," Kite warned us.

"And if I am the one in trouble, you should escape without me."

At that, Gon and Killua looked unsettled. But backing down now was not an option.

"Got it," you said, breaking the silence and offering a kind nod to Kite, "and until the very last moment, the three of us will have your back."

"Yeah!" The other two boys concurred.

Now, you sat with Gon and Killua on an airship to NGL. The three of you were sitting on a bench, looking out of a window that framed velvet-peach clouds displaying brilliant silver linings.

Gon was reflecting on their last conversation with Kite.

"You said that Ging had a reason for bringing me and Kite together," he rested his arms and head on the window-frame.

Killua broke his sight from the clouds and looked at Gon.

"Yeah, I did."

"You're probably right. I don't know the reason, but I can't give up halfway, no matter what's going on. Otherwise, I'll disappoint Ging... And I'd never be able to forgive myself either. So I won't run away," Gon continued, resolved with his decision.

There was a moment of silence as the three of you let his words sink in.

You admired Gon's determination, but you hated that Ging had a son risking his life just to avoid disappointing a dad he's never met.

"Man, you had this totally serious expression, so I was expecting something big. But it's just business as usual," Killua smiled.

"Huh?" Gon's mouth hung open. "I thought about this a lot, I even ran a bunch of mental simulations! And I liked what Y/N said earlier, about having Kite's back until the very end."

"Think all you want, but you'll still be Gon. If someone said to abandon them, you'd never do it," You lightly punched his shoulder.

He pouted, cradling where you hit him, and you rolled your eyes.

"Drama queen."

Gon chose to ignore that and turned back to Killua. "Then what would you do?'"

"I'm a spontaneous guy, so I'd think about it once the time comes."

"So, you'd run away?" Gon questioned.

"Depends. I can't say until it actually happens."

"Say for instance..."

Killua threw his hands up, beat, "I can't tell you what I'd do in a hypothetical situation!"

"Then, what about you Y/N?"

"Gon!" You whined.

Truth be told, you hadn't thought about what you would do. It depended like Killua said. But you did know one thing...

"I would never leave you two behind. Even if that meant I'd have to die."

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