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luveline · 29 days

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How about ploy marauders going to a party and Sirius promised to do readers make up, but is late so the other two are making an attempt. Sure they might know how to do Sirius's messy style, but do they know big dramatic styles? Can James do a perfect wing?

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“Can you stay still?” Remus asks, turning your face a half inch where it’s held in his hand.

“Can James stop kissing me?” you ask.

James pulls his face from the curve of your neck, the warmth of his lips lingering on your skin. “Sorry, are you busy?”

“You’re supposed to be helping.”

“Don’t act like you weren’t enjoying yourself.”

You smile. Remus rubs the softest curve under your eye with his thumb, the tip of his tongue sticking out between his lips. He doesn’t know he’s doing it, concentrating instead on your face and the wetness of your makeup where it’s beginning to sink in. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” he sighs.

“You know better than I do,” James says.

You don’t know a thing about it, that’s why you’d arranged for Sirius to do your makeup tonight before Marl’s birthday bash, but where is your awful boyfriend? Late, decidedly unavailable for makeup-ing.

“You’ve done his mascara a thousand times,” James argues with Remus.

“Yes, but Sirius has never asked me to do his blush.” Remus’ hand moves to the side of your face. “You are lovely, though. I think using only a little of everything is working in our favour.”

“Sirius only lets him do mascara because he already has nice eyelashes,” you worry. It won’t matter if Remus messes up or doesn’t get close enough to the root.

“Yes, and because he likes it when Remus holds his face like that,” James points out, eyeing Remus’ hand where it stays at your cheek. Remus has long fingers, ever-so slightly thick with two golden rings that kiss your chin as he lets his hand fall, and he’s always gentle.

“James, I’m tapping out.”

James pretends to roll up sleeves he isn’t wearing, your bulkiest boyfriend in a short-sleeved t-shirt that showcases the lean muscle of his forearms, the not so lean ridges of his biceps. They tense as he sits up, his knee jabbing yours, the bed creaking dangerously beneath your angled weight. “What’s there left to do? She’s gorgeous.”

“What did you want?” Remus asks you.

“Uh, I wanted, you know…” You sound ridiculously shy. You wish you could just do all of this faff by yourself rather than force their attention, but neither boy seems annoyed. “He does that smudgey eyeliner, it makes my eyes look bigger. And lipgloss, but I can do that myself.”

“Are you kidding? That’s the best part,” James says. He gives you a smile confident enough to reassure you and handsome enough to make you shy from his touch all over again. “Pass me the black pencil, Remus. I’ve got this.”

James does not got this, his expression melding from happy, adoring, to perturbed, and then annoyed. “Aw, I’ve fucked it.”

Remus shakes his head vehemently. “You haven’t! We just need a wet wipe.”

They search the room for Sirius’ wet wipes and come up empty-handed. A towel is wetted and taken carefully to your eyes instead, cold and rough on your eyelids.

“Be gentler,” Remus whispers.

James is practically atop you know, your chin tilted up to his hand. “Sorry,” he whispers in turn, then to you solely, “‘m I hurting you?”

“No.” You’re whispering too. It feels appropriate; they’re both very close to you, and this movement might fix or ruin your makeup with the party’s start time drawing ever closer.

“I think I’ve fixed it,” James says, taking the pencil up again, the nib soft as it rolls over the corner of your eye. “Sirius can perfect it in the car, right?”

“I thought you were good at everything?” you ask.

James turns your face up impossibly higher, craning his head down for a peck. “Yes,” he whispers severely, “I’m good at everything. But Sirius is usually better. Quick, let’s find your lipgloss before we’re late.”

Remus tries to tell James that it isn’t true, a serious conversation at a bad time, and James won’t listen to a word of it. They quibble over who’s doing your lipgloss, bathe you in compliments when they’re done —aw, dove, you look so cute, and cute? she looks perfect— then suddenly an abrupt beep is sounding outside. The three of you scramble into your jackets and down the stairs, meeting Sirius where he leans against the car. He throws the keys to Remus, ushering you into the backseat with him for some last minute clean up.

“Hey, they’ve done a good job,” he praises, another hand on your face to turn it up kindly to the light. “Did you bring your lipgloss?”

You nod quickly and dig for it in your jacket.

“What!” James says from the front, turning in the passenger seat to complain. “That’s the one thing we did perfectly.”

The car starts. Remus laughs to himself behind the steering wheel.

“Did I say otherwise?” Sirius asks, letting his fingers curve toward the back of your neck. Pale in the light, eyes lit with something funny you’ve yet to hear, he dips in close to you and talks quietly, “I’m sorry, I promised I’d do your makeup for the party. But you’ve all done well without me, you look perfect, especially your lips.”

“Then what did you want it for?” you ask, confused, your seat belt pulling as Sirius encourages you forward.

“To reapply.” He taps your neck with a fingertip. “Spare a kiss? I promise I’ll fix any mess.”

Commotion from the front seat.

“James–” Remus warns.

“What? I want to watch.”

“Freak,” Sirius says lovingly.

“How am I a freak? She’s my girlfriend, you’re my boyfriend, and you’re doing that voice like you’re gonna lay her down in the back seat.”

“James.”

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tiredcreatur3 · 1 year

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toji x pregnant reader

breeding kink go brr i cant stop

that man would be so soft for you after finding out that you’re pregnant with his baby.

of course, it was your decision whether you were ready to have a baby or not and he was there to support you no matter which option you’d pick.

but oh, was he secretly snd selfishly glad when you told him that you were ready to bear his lil baby. that man was beaming ever since you told him the news, always coming home from work after the whole day of asking for updates from you on how you were feeling or if you didn’t need anything and all of that.

and of course, seeing those soft eyes of yours sparkle up at him as you’d stay close to him, your full plush tits against his chest, tugging at his sleeve and hoping he’d get it.

and being the perfect man he is, he always would. laying you down in the bed and taking off ur panties, seeing them all soaked and he knew he read somewhere that once a person becomes pregnant, they really hormones are just all over the place and oh, he couldn’t blame you for wanting to get your lil tiny pussy stuffed every day after he’d come from work home.

he’d take off your panties, play with your cunnie for a bit, rub at your clit and finger you for a while as he’d watch all those sweet reactions of yours while stuffing three of his thick fingers inside you, fucking them in and out.

you couldn’t even speak, couldn’t even get a word out because oh, you’ve been trying all day to make that awful feeling in your lower tummy go away, playing with yourself with a toy and even squirting few times but you were never satisfied until toji came home and helped you out.

you watched him, mouth slightly ajar as your whole body shook a little bit, so so sensitive but you just needed him so bad, needed all his attention and wanted to be all clingy and needy.

“that feels good, pretty girl?” he asked you softly, other hand stroking your cheek and smiling to your dazed little self, losing yourself on his fingers only, eyes barely open, each thrust of his digits making your warm pussy flutter around them, almost drooling on your t-shirt, dumbly nodding your head.

“you already played with your pretty little pussy, haven’t you hm?” he hummed out, pulling his fingers out for a second, running his thumb through your folds a couple times, gently circling that puffy wet nub, hearing you whine.

you nodded, only a small shaky sigh leaving you, truly having any sort of thoughts taken away right from you by your boyfriend, loving when you could relax after a whole day of your body hurting and being all sore and grumpy.

he caressed over your thighs and then your tummy and tits while three of his fingers stuffed that pretty pussy of yours. he couldn’t get enough of you. you were stunning, you were so fucking beautiful and to him, you just had that little pregnancy glow even though you always told him you look god awful and all.

he could tell you were already getting close, soft little squelches leaving your tight cunt as you couldn’t utter a single word, just quiet needy whines and whimpers.

“oh look at you, you’re so close, aren’t you?” he smiled to you, desperately holding onto that one arm that caressed your cheek with both your arms, hips slightly angled and shaking as you nuzzled at his hand, all fucked out, eyes beaming and glossing, hard nipples peeking through your shirt, knowing you gave up on ever wearing bras now because they just hurt too much.

and oh, he felt like he was going to melt for you, eyes softening as he watched your pretty face clinging into his hand with each thrust of his fingers, just wanting to make his lady feel good. he’d do anything for you, he could never say no to those eyes of yours.

“that’s it baby, that’s it.. good little girl.” he sighed softly once you were coming, never stopping what he was doing, making you let out little choked moans, hearing how wet that man could get you, almost wanting to rip his arm off.

“there you go, little one.. god i missed you all day.” he let out, leaning in to kiss you lovingly, really having thought about you all day at work, what you were doing, if you were okay and all, even though you two would mostly text all day because of how worried he’d get.

“m-missed you, t-to..” you whimpered against his lips, loving whenever he wouldn’t just pull his fingers out after and would keep them inside you for a little longer, gently moving them in and out.

“i-i love you, wish you didn’t have to go to work.” you said quietly, kissing him back as he deepened the already quite heated kiss, only having him pull away, leaving you panting as you stared up at him.

“you know i want you to be happy, sweetheart.. want you two to be safe and sound because i love you more than anything.” he let out, feeling very responsible in taking good care of you and his baby, he wanted only the best things for you and yeah, he hated to admit it but he’d spoil you here and there.

you smiled shyly to his words, nodding your head and letting him kiss you again, feeling so grateful to have found toji because he really took you and the pregnancy very very serious.

you licked your lips once again as the male pulled away, gently pulling his fingers out of your wet little pussy, licking them before leaning down to get a little taste himself.

he dived right in, knowing you needed this and he wasnt really in the mood to tease you either, sighing as oh, your pussy tasted like heaven, eyes closing to enjoy it fully, licking into those soft folds, not caring that you haven’t really gotten to shave, he’d still eat it no matter what.

you sank even further into the bed, legs spread apart nicely and comfortably, having been so used to getting eaten out every single day that you already knew how to get comfy real fast and god, that shit was better than anything else in the whole world.

sore needy pussy getting taken care of by your handsome man and the future dad of your kids, puffy little clit getting so so much needed attention, sighing shakily as you couldn’t even think straight, the man wearing the last bit of your sane self out but you couldn’t stop him. not when it felt this good.

he’d pull away, lick few long strips across your spent pussy before diving right back in, suckling gently, leaving you completely out of it once he pulled away, licking his lips as you watched him, panting and shaking.

“n-noo..” you let out with a soft whine once the male began to push his work pants off, knowing that this man prolly had no mercy and just wanted you to sleep really good tonight.

“what is it, baby? you don’t want my cock hm?” he asked, gently rubbing the big tip across your folds, tapping your clit with the cock head.

you didn’t know what to say because obviously you wanted it but oh, your tiny little pussy, that poor cunnie of yours, already having been used so much today but oh, you really couldn’t say no to toji’s dick, not when it was this hard and flushed, the tip leaking so much pre cum. obviously you had to take care of that.

“c’mon, say you don’t want my cock, baby.. it’s okay.” he teased you so so obviously, little smile creeping up on his face as he could see how you reacted, purposely angling your hips whenever the male’s cock slid down to your little used up hole, so badly just wanting to watch it go in as always.

you looked up at him, pouting as he teased you, so so tired and fucked out already, it being past your bedtime too as now that you were pregnant, you could barely stay up past 9 pm.

he soon broke out into a small laugh, leaning down to kiss your forehead, never being able to tease you for too long and always giving you what you want. he turned you into a spoiled little girl but he wouldn’t take it back.

he slowly slipped inside you, loving how you always watched the first couple of thrusts, eyes all soft and mouth slightly open, little shaky sighs leaving you, barely being able to do anything but take the male’s cock, poor tired lil kitty still getting so much attention after a long day and oh, that’s exactly what you needed.

“i-i’m gonna cum..” you whimpered out quietly, looking up to the male, the pregnancy having gotten you so so sensitive that no matter how hard you tried, you never last on toji’s dick.

he hummed to you with a small smile, nodding his head, keeping eye contact as he kept the same pace and soon having you cum all over his dick, nice and hard, whining as the older just kept on going, having your small body tremble under him, wide shoulders and big chest towering over you, hips pumping into yours consistently.

way too tired to finish this but you get my point.

#toji fushiguro smut #toji smut #toji x y/n #toji x you #jjk toji

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writemekpop · 11 months

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Anti Hero | Nakamoto Yuta

Summary: Mafia boss Yuta thinks that your body belongs to him. He shows up one night, demanding to be let in. Can you resist him?

Genre: Mafia AU, angst, toxic relationship

Word Count: 2.1k

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

It was 10PM. Who was calling so late?

When you saw who was outside the door, your heart skipped a beat.

"Yuta," you gasped.

Yuta was leaning against the door frame, arms folded. His dark hair was scraped back into a top knot, and his powerful arms swelled with new definition in his leather jacket. There was a fresh scar on his jaw and an inky black dragon tattoo curled around his neck.

Yuta didn’t bother to hide the gun in his trousers. Maybe he wanted you to see it – to remind you of how many people he’d killed.

Yuta’s razor stare scraped up and down your body, making you feel naked in your silk nightdress.

"Hey, mama," Yuta purred. "It's been a while."

Yuta walked forwards, but before he could come inside, you slammed your hand across the door, blocking his entrance.

Yuta glared at your arm. Trembling, you fought the instinctive urge to move your hand away.

“You don't get to walk back into my life like that,” you hissed.

You were about to slam the door in his face, but something stopped you. It was the squeal of your five-year-old son Kenji.

"Daddy!" Kenji shrieked. He was running towards the door, chubby arms outstretched.

Yuta's scowl transformed into a dazzling smile. You were almost blown away by his handsomeness.

Yuta pulled his son into his arms and twirled him in the air. Kenji’s body swung in Yuta’s strong arms like a doll. He placed a kiss on his son's cheek, earning another happy squeal from the boy.

"Why you no come inside, daddy?" Kenji asked, running his curious fingers across the thick silver chain that hung around Yuta's neck.

"Don't worry, son. Daddy's home now."

Yuta pushed past you, son in his arms, and made his way into the apartment. As he passed, a knife glinted in Yuta’s back pocket.

You took a deep breath, willing yourself to calm down. You didn't want to make a scene in front of your son. Kenji still idolised his father, even though Yuta only bothered to show up once every few months.

You were the one who read Kenji bedtime stories every night, the one who helped him with his homework, the one who looked after him when he got sick. But none of that mattered when Yuta came home. He’d bring sweets and baby Balenciaga outfits, and would instantly become the favourite parent.

You bristled with anger as you watched Yuta put Kenji to bed.

Yuta handled your son with such care, he brushed his hair gently and smiled softly – you couldn’t recognise him. The Yuta you knew only used kisses to hurt you; he only used smiles to taunt you.

You couldn't do anything but watch, paralysed by fear or anger, you weren’t sure.

Once Kenji was asleep, Yuta came into the living room.

"It's nice to be home,” he said, stretching his arms. Beneath his vest, his taut brown muscles bore new tattoos - flames, a skull, a scorpion.

"Why the hell are you here? You were gone for three months. I thought you were dead.” You didn’t add that you desperately wished he was dead, too.

Yuta shrugged noncommittally. "It’s my house."

You scowled. Yuta hadn’t asked how you were, or how you’d been coping whilst he completed yet another mission for the mafia.

Yuta poured himself a glass of whiskey and downed it.

You eyed the clock. It was almost midnight. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end.

You glanced down at what you were wearing - a silk nightdress that barely hid anything. You pulled on one sleeve of your cardigan.

"Don't."

Yuta's voice stopped you in your tracks. You dropped the cardigan, trembling.

"You look better without it," Yuta said, stalking across the room towards you.

You stepped back, instinctively, but Yuta kept walking closer. Soon your back was pressed against the wall, and you had nowhere to move.

Yuta's brown eyes bore into yours.

- Six months ago-

You stumbled through the front door, head spinning from that fourth cocktail.

Yuta was sitting on the sofa in the pitch-black living room. He was gripping his whiskey glass so tightly that his knuckles had turned pale.

"Where have you been?” he asked.

"I told you! Girls' night."

Yuta stood up, glaring. "Wearing that?" He gestured to your purple sparkly mini dress.

"Yes..." You pulled up one of the straps that had fallen off your shoulder. The warm buzz of the tequila was fading fast.

"I don't believe you," Yuta hissed. "I think you’re fucking someone behind my back.”

You gasped. "No!"

Yuta stormed towards you and pushed you against the wall. He wrapped his hand around your throat and forced you to look him in the eye.

"What have I told you about dressing like that?" He yelled.

"Shh! You'll... wake Kenji!"

You tried to pull his hand away from your throat, but he wouldn't budge.

"Let... me... go!" You said between gasps.

"Should I let my men have their way with you? You'd like that wouldn't you, slut?"

You flinched. Tears ran down your cheeks, smudging your mascara.

Yuta finally let go of your throat. You dropped to the floor, knees smacking against the wood. You struggled to catch your breath.

Yuta stood watching you as your breaths slowed to normal.

He held out his hand for you. "Don't cry," he said, voice slick.

Trembling, you took his hand. You had no other choice.

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"I missed you," Yuta said. He ran his finger down your jaw.

"I want you gone," you spat.

Yuta chucked. "We all want things we can't have, darling."

You raised your hand, aiming to slap his cheek.

You brought your hand down, but Yuta caught your wrist before you could touch his cheek.

“You’re going to pay for that," He hissed.

Your heart started to race.

Before you could protest, Yuta leant forwards and kissed you on the mouth. He pressed his whole body against yours, trapping you against the wall.

Pushing him off was futile. Your strength was nothing in comparison to Yuta’s.

He grabbed your arm and pulled you towards the bedroom.

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The alarm clock read 3AM.

You were lying in bed, paralysed, unable to get to sleep.

Yuta was lying on his front, turned away from you. You watched the slow rise and fall of his naked chest.

When you were sure he was deep in sleep, you slipped out of the bed.

You tiptoed out of the room, biting your lip so hard you could taste blood. Yuta was a light sleeper, and any noise would wake him up.

You squinted as you navigated towards the living room, not daring to turn the lights on.

You spotted Yuta’s cargo bag in the corner. Your heart surged as you rushed towards it.

Hands trembling, you unzipped the bag and rummaged through it, searching for the stacks of dollar bills – but touched something cold and heavy instead.

You pulled it out. It was Yuta’s gun.

You dropped it instinctively, your breath tightening. But then you thought about your situation, about how dangerous Yuta was, and you willed yourself to pull it out of the bag.

You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to remember that one night, years ago, when you and Yuta were on a beach in Nagasaki. You were both drunk on pina coladas, and he’d taught you how to shoot a gun.

“So this is how you turn it on…”said Yuta, sliding the safety off.

“I thought you had to rub it to turn it on?” you chuckled.

You’d made love on the sand that night, with the sea breeze caressing your naked bodies, high off the power of wielding that gun. The Yuta you knew now was so different. What had you become?

Forcing your hands to stop trembling, you clicked off the safety.

There was a creak behind you.

“What are you doing?”

It was Yuta.

You spun around, pointing the gun.

Yuta was standing at the door, staring at you. Your blood ran cold.

“Do you really hate me that much? You don’t know how lucky you are.” Yuta took a step towards you.

“Don’t come any closer!” you shouted, pointing the gun in his face.

Yuta threw his head back and laughed wildly.

You stood there frozen, watching him. Your arms ached from holding the gun, which suddenly felt like it weighed a tonne.

When he stopped laughing, the look he gave you was so sinister that the hairs on the back of your neck literally stood on edge.

“You want to shoot me, bitch? Do it.”

You gulped, unmoving.

“Do it!” he shouted.

Your entire body was on fire, every muscle begging you to pull the trigger. You willed yourself to squeeze. All it would take was one small click…

But, somehow, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

You lowered the gun slowly. Tears trickled down your cheeks.

His face curled into a snarl. “I knew you couldn’t.”

Yuta lunged towards you, arms outstretched.

He closed the gap between you in less than a second. Yuta’s hands closed around the gun, pulling it out of your grasp.

You yelled.

BANG!

There was a ringing in your ears, then everything faded into silence. The smell of smoke flooded your senses, and something else too - rusty, organic, human.

In that moment, your whole relationship with Yuta flashed before your eyes - every teary night, every lazy morning, every fight, every kiss…

It was almost funny. You always knew Yuta would be the end of you, but you didn't think you'd go quite like this - shot down by the only man you’d ever loved.

You looked down at your chest for the bullet wound, but all you saw was untainted silk.

You frowned. Where was the blood?

You looked up at Yuta.

Then you saw it.

Yuta was clutching his chest, face contorted in agony. Fresh blood was pouring out from under where his hand was clamped.

He staggered backwards.

You gasped.

“Y/n…. you!” Yuta tried to speak, but his light was fading fast.

You dropped the gun, hands shaking.

Yuta slumped down onto the floor.

"Mommy?"

The sound of your five-year-old made you gasp.

You turned to the door to see your son, Kenji. His face was puffy with sleep, and his black hair was stuck up in all directions. He was clutching his hello kitty plushie to his chest.

"Honey, close your eyes!” You said a little too loudly. “Let's… play hide and seek!"

You prayed Kenji hadn't noticed his father’s body on the floor.

The little boy obediently pressed his palms against his eyes and started counting.

The pool of blood by Yuta’s body had grown. His face was pale, drained of colour. He had gone completely still.

You allowed yourself a sigh. He was gone. You were free.

You pulled the blanket off the couch and threw it over Yuta's body. Then you ran to your son, who's eyes were still closed, and picked him up.

You rummaged under the cupboard under the sink for the backpack of essentials you'd hidden in case you ever needed to escape.

Then, with Kenji tucked firmly into your arms, you left.

The cold air was biting, but right now, it felt like heaven. Despite your tears, despite the fact that you couldn’t stop shivering, despite the strange feeling that you’d lost a part of you… you were happy.

You sat on a bench as Kenji slept on your lap.

You pulled out your phone and dialled a number, the only one you’d memorised, apart from Yuta’s.

It was the number of your childhood friend, who worked in a cafe across town. He was cocky and a little too loud, but he was sweet, and most importantly, he was trustworthy.

It rang twice before picking up.

A sleepy voice grumbled across the phone. "Y/n? Is everything okay?"

"Haechan? Can you come get me? I’ll… explain later."

There was silence. "Is it... him?"

You smiled, even though you knew he couldn't see you. "He's gone."

Haechan let out a relieved sigh. "I'm on my way.

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night-dazai · 3 months

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Chubby reader x dazai who is insecure about herself can you can i like your articles very much

Love of My Life

Dazai X Reader (chubby )

Tags: insecure reader, slight NSFW, chubby reader. Hey sorry I took time to write this (have a few more still to finish😭 ), I hope this is to your request and if you guys want a continuation of this into smut let me know. Also thank you for your support ❤️

It has been a day off, Dazai was excited telling you how hard it was to get a table at Hue but Chuuya was kind enough to let him have his tickets (you were sure he made a bet and made Chuuya lose ). “Please Love wear this to dinner please” the brunette kneeled in front of you with a bag “Samu..you know I don't feel good in a lot of dresses other girls wear, “ you said scratching your neck. His chocolate orbs stared deep into your eyes “I know dear I know how you dress and you can have no complaints about this dress so hurry hurry “ he said waving the dress in your hand and you into the bedroom while he took the other room to dress.

It was a lovely dress a long black frock tight it hugged your body, you did not like too thin sleeves this dress had a thick sleeve but sleeveless, you did not like deep necks this dress had a round neck. It hugged your body tight “No..not right “ you mumbled holding your little tummy and rubbing your hands down your sides feeling the skin and almost ripping it you held it tight.

This is not the first time you thought this way, well, it is a miracle that you could be and embrace the love of such a beautiful man, the girls he filtered with always made you wonder if you were not enough. Being called fat in school and some years in college was of no help. You knew you were not perfectly skinny and had excess fat here and there. Sometimes, you just sit in front of your mirror and find all the faults.

You try going on a diet “Why love here I just bought your favourite snacks “Your lover would hold out a few bags filled with food, your heart melted and when you said no he would look like a lost puppy so no way you would say no.

Now he bought this dress for you yet you felt disgusting and undeserving to be in this dress, little did you know that Dazai has stopped flirting with other girls, and little did you know that your lover who you think does not deserve you is doing all he can to make you love yourself cause he once saw you picking yourself apart like you were some randoms stranger who hates the body you got.

Dazai patiently waited outside your door even if it was not locked he waited for a while before peeking his head in “ Y/n let's go “ he said in the sweetest voice. Your throat hurt your chest felt tight but his love was not something you could say no to.

The drive to the hotel was quiet with just Dazai rambling on how he managed to convince Chuuya for the seats “And you know the little man had no other option but to hand me the tickets “ he boosted hoping for your regular praises. But upon getting no response he fully turned his attention to you, looking out at the beautiful city night sky you felt tight in the throat and stomach while you felt hard to breathe.

Dazai placed a hand on your shoulder and tried to turn you to find tears streaming down your face “Turn back to the place you picked us “ he commanded the driver while pulling you into his arms and rubbing your back and stroking your head he tried calming you down thinking what would upset his love or “ just how much were you hurt ?” he thought.

You reach back to your shared home, and the moment you step in you break down on the floor whisper sorry without looking at how hurt the man feels. Kneeling beside you and kissing your head he picked you up “Nooo…(sob)..let me down” you struggled . “please be still “ you heard his voice and stopped it sounded like he wanted to cry, you looked up to find him looking straight ahead with the most hurt face “why ..” you mumbled as he set you on the bed and settling down on the floor kneeling.

“What is wrong please tell me ..” his voice was more like pleading, he was pleading but why? you don't deserve him, you don't need such a lovely man begging you. You wanted to cry more but controlling it you spoke “Sor-” his fingers touched your lips, and you noticed how he was trembling “Why is he shaking “you thought “ Don't say sorry say what's wrong, “ he said looking down doing his best not to choke on his own words.

Taking his hand you held it to your forehead and spoke your heart out “You don't deserve me, I am ugly, not beautiful, I have no idea how you could sleep with me every night and how you can feed me when all I do is get fat. I don't know …… this dress did you notice the skin sitting is ugly “ you said guiding his hands to your sides.

His eyes widened in shock “Why y/n, why would you think you are ugly ?” he asked holding you up by your chin and squeezing your sides “I love this “ a squeeze on the side, “ this “ other side “and this “ his hand travelled to your stomach “I love all this “ he said hugging you .”I don't know what happened in your past cause you did not want to tell me, find I have no issues but I have an issue if my girl thinks that I would rather fuck another bitch? really? is that all you thought ?” sadness dripped with each word and stung you worse than a bullet or knife. You shook your head sideways “Then what, love I love you. I L O V E you and no one else, and please you deserve a lot more than me. I am the truly honoured one here “ he said kissing you slowly getting up and pushing you onto the bed.

His legs rested right below your core while you let tears fall but you were not crying they just fell “No one said that “ you mumbled staring blankly at him. His pained face lifted in a small smile “Then let me tell you what I love about this body of yours, I love your personality, soul and body all of it “ he said kissing and ripping the dress to reveal your bra “Now that you don't like it, you don't need it “ he said sucking harshly on your chest.

Modling and squeezing your boobs while sucking at your neck “Ha..harsh “ you said moaning with each touch “Then don't you dare tell me that the love of my life is ugly cause if you “his hands threatening went to your core and grabbed it in a harsh pull making you whimper from the sudden pressure “I will be more than harsh “ he said licking and kissing your lips and ears “ the night is young …so are we “ he said smiling when he saw your face “ your love is the only beautiful thing you have seen and will see “ you said pulling him down by his tie to kiss him.

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Take A Chance On Me - Chapter One (Eddie Munson x Reader Series)

Series Summary: Corroded Coffin is lacking only one thing that could help them win the upcoming Battle of the Bands; original songs. So when a new band comes to town with a lead singer that looks all too familiar and a repertoire of original songs up their sleeves, Dustin concocts a plan that will get you to spill of your songwriting secrets to Eddie. It’s just a few dates, right?

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Word Count: 4.5K

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader, Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, 10 Things I Hate About You AU

A/N: First of all, I just wanted to thank everyone that’s supported my work so far. This post was going to celebrate reaching 500 followers but in the time it’s taken me to edit we’re barrelling towards 600. Also, just want to say that I love and appreciate all of your comments! I would love to respond to each and every one of them but I don’t since Tumblr doesn’t allow me to comment from my secondary account and I don’t want it to look like it’s someone else that’s commenting. Anyway, I just wanted to say that I love each and every one of you and I hope you enjoy this series. I’m planning for it to be about 10 chapters but knowing me I’ll probs go over that.

The first time that Eddie Munson saw you he was quite certain that his soul left his body. 

It was during his senior year—his first one that is—and the interaction had been so painstakingly mundane that he couldn’t quite help but wonder why the memory still remained so clear within his mind. The day had been sunny, the wide expanse of sky unobstructed by clouds so that the heat had been quite relentless as it beat down across Indiana. You had been walking down the hallway, a stack of books held tightly to your chest with a bag slung across one shoulder. A smile—like it almost always was—was placed gently across your lips, framed delicately by stray pieces of your hair that had fallen from where you had tied it up. You had been wearing a dress, something with flowers on it if Eddie remembered correctly that seemed to compliment your smiling disposition so perfectly.  

He had felt you before he saw you. Partly because your presence was practically electrifying but mostly because you had accidentally bumped into him, your shoulder crashing against his arm as you had been passing in the hallway. It hadn’t hurt, not really, and yet Eddie had scowled anyway. But then as he had turned towards you, your eyes flickering up to his for just a moment as you were pulled from your conversation, he found whatever words he had been about to utter die upon his lips. 

“Oh, sorry,” you quickly said before continuing on your way. 

Eddie, for once in his life, had been left speechless.

He had stared at you as you had traversed the rest of the hallway, knowing quite well that he was being weird and yet finding himself incapable of stopping. His arm had continued to tingle for the remainder of the day and it oddly brought a smile to his features at the feeling of it.

The second time Eddie saw you—this time sitting within the cafeteria as you chatted idly with a girl beside you—elicited a similar reaction. And it had continued to do so with every subsequent sighting of you. But once Eddie had seen you it was like he couldn’t stop seeing you; a blur as you rushed down the hall, a fleeting image of you leaving the cafeteria. And even after you had graduated and left Eddie behind without ever having uttered another word to him after that day in hallway, Eddie could swear he could still smell the intoxicating scent of your perfume when he was browsing in his favourite record store or dropping off some tapes at Family Video.

The most recent of Eddie’s out of body experiences occurred on a Friday night. And just like every other Friday night in Hawkins, Eddie was bored. It was raining—because of course it just had to be raining—so that thick sheets of water pelted against the roof of the trailer, drowning out the music that Eddie kept having to turn up. A trail of smoke drifted lazily from his mouth, dissipating in the air above him.    

“This blows man,” Gareth said from beside him. 

“You blow,” Eddie replied.   

“We should go and do something,” Gareth continued, unperturbed. “I hear there’s a new band playing at the Hideout tonight.”   

“A new band and they’ve managed to score a spot on the Friday night set list?” Eddie furrowed his brows. “Who are they? Metallica?”  

“Who cares who they are?” Jeff said. “At least it’ll give us something to do.”   

“Who cares who they are?” Eddie responded, his voice now serious as he leaned forwards on the couch. “Might I remind you, Jeffy-Boy, that we are a mere two weeks away from the Battle of the Bands and now there is suddenly a new band in town.”   

“W-we could,” Mike began from the corner. “We could go and check them out to scope out the competition.”   

“Like a reconnaissance mission!” Dustin added enthusiastically.   

Eddie squinted at the two boys before taking a long draw of his cigarette.   

 “I like your thinking, Wheeler. I knew your bass skills weren’t all that I kept you around for!”   

Eddie jumped up from the couch and slapped Mike across the back, causing the boy to lurch forward from the force. Mike winced, bringing his hand up at rub at his shoulder.

Eddie, now with a wide smile upon his face, turned to stand before the rest of the group, cigarette hanging lazily from his lips. As he looked upon them his smile turned into a devilish grin.   

“To the van!” Eddie announced before leaping towards the door without a backwards glance, stubbing out his cigarette in an ashtray before collecting his keys as he went. The rest of the boys turned to each other briefly, a shared look of regret passing between them before they eventually followed.  

The Hideout was busier than Eddie had ever seen it, the parking lot so full that they had to circle it twice before finding a spot.    

“This is ridiculous,” Gareth said. “Who are these guys?”   

“Whoever they are, it looks like we have some real competition on our hands,” Jeff responded as the line for the door came into view; a line that extended well into the parking lot. On any other night, Eddie would not have had the patience to wait in such a line. But now, with his interest most certainly piqued, he was determined to get inside. So they each piled from the car, the chill of the night greeting them instantly as they begrudgingly joined the queue.

Eddie was well aware that his face had at some point morphed into a scowl. But in that moment he seemed incapable of ridding his features of it, nor did he particularly feel like doing so. It was cold, it was wet, and a slight sprinkle of rain had begun descending around them which was most likely only going to weigh Eddie’s hair down. With a sigh, he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket as he watched Mike and Dustin bounce around to keep warm.  

But even once they had managed to get inside, Eddie’s scowl still remained. For the throng of people was so dense and so compact that at first none of them could see much into the venue anyway. The shouts and the cheers coming from the crowd were so overwhelming and so annoyingly deafening that at first Eddie could barely hear what was being played. He considered for just a moment the possibility of simply turning right back around and leaving. But then the crowd slowly started to dissipate and he found his feet moving forwards of their own volition.

“Is that...” Jeff began.   

“ABBA?!” Gareth finished. “And sung by...”   

“Girls,” Mike and Dustin said in unison.   

And then all at once it was like the crowd seemed to part so that Eddie had an unobstructed view of you on the stage. You had your eyes closed as you sung, the blinding lights somehow glowing against your skin. Your head nodded slightly along with the beat, your fingers working effortlessly over the strings of the electric guitar in your hands. And even though it had been years since he had seen you, even though he was starting to forget the smell of your perfume or the way you looked at him that day in the hallway, Eddie still felt his soul leave him for just a moment, maybe ascending upwards so that it had a better view of you upon the stage.

“Is that…?” Mike asked Dustin.  

“I think so,” Dustin responded. And although Eddie could hear them he couldn’t quite bring himself to care what they were talking about.  

Because then your eyes opened and they fixed immediately onto Eddie’s.   

“Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight. Won’t somebody help me chase the shadows away,” you sung, offering Eddie a small smile that had his breath hitching in his throat.    

“They’re kinda good!” he heard Mike yell over the crowd.   

“Like, really good,” Dustin added, but Eddie barely heard him, his concentration unable to move from you. You flicked your head back slightly in an attempt to get the hair out of your face, and Eddie so wished he could reach out and brush it away for you. Your skin seemed to glow under the blaring lights, a light sheen of red covering your cheeks that was undoubtedly a product of the heat in the room.

After what felt like a lifetime, you tore your gaze away from Eddie’s to glance down at your guitar, an action Eddie was wholeheartedly grateful for, because in that moment he found himself suddenly able to breathe again.

He watched on enraptured as your fingers ghosted over each string fluidly. And although the sight of your masterful playing stirred something within him, it was your smile that he seemed incapable of looking away from. You smiled out towards the crowd; you smiled back towards your bandmates; you smiled at seemingly nothing at all. And with each one Eddie became transfixed by the curve of your lips and the shine in your eyes so that only moments after he had gotten his breath back it was leaving him once more.

There were three other girls on stage, Eddie finally registered only after you had turned back to look at them a multitude of times, each of them consumed in their own instruments. The girl closest to you looked exceptionally familiar, her short hair hanging slightly messy around her face as she swayed to the beat, another electric guitar in her grasp. The girl on drums had red hair, her whole body moving along with each movement of her sticks. The girl on bass had dark skin and quite the unemotional face as she played, her body practically rigid as her fingers strummed each string.    

But then you were turning back around and Eddie found himself quite unable to register anything else in the room. Not the crowd of people around him, not the children that were technically under his care. For him, in that moment, there was simply you. 

“Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight. Take me through the darkness to the break of day,” you sung, finishing the last few notes of the song.

Eddie had never enjoyed ABBA. Although he had, in truth, never actually listened to them. They were no Ozzy Osburne, no Dio, after all. But for just a second in that moment as the song came to an end, Eddie wished that he could hear more, if only you would sing it.   

The crowd erupted into cheers as you smiled back widely, joining in on the applause as you turned around to face your bandmates.    

“Thank you, thank you,” you said into the microphone as the crowd began to die down. “Unfortunately, the night is nearing its end.” An eruption of ‘boos’ filled the room. “I know, I know, but everything good must come to an end. But we have a little surprise for you guys tonight before we finish!”   

The crowd cheered again and you waited patiently for it to die down before continuing.   

“You guys liked our original song so much last week that we’ve written a new one for you!”   

This time the crowd’s cheers were so deafening that Eddie had the urge to cover his ears.   

“This one’s called Let Me Down Easy.”   

The girl on the drums lifted her sticks above her head and tapped them together four times. In unison, each instrument came alive, as you looked back at each girl and they looked towards each other, your lips mirroring each other's smiles. You turned back around, brushing your lips up to the microphone.

“You want someone who wants you for who you are.

I want someone to try and let me down easy, easy tonight.”   

Eddie’s eyes went wide at the sound of your voice this time; for although he had heard it only moments before, something felt different about this rendition. It was almost as if now, singing your own lyrics and playing your own chords, something had been renewed within you. It was practically electrifying, so much so that Eddie couldn’t quite seem to help himself as he began to bop his head along with the beat. Your eyes closed again as you became absorbed in the song, your body moving to the music so that your hair swayed slightly around you. A smile was seemingly plastered to your face as you sang, a smile so soft and so genuine that Eddie found he couldn’t tear his eyes away from it.   

When your eyes reopened, Eddie found himself momentarily unable to breath at the pure electricity that seemed to fill the room. 

“Honey it’s no secret that with matters of the heart

I’m reserved, I’m irrational and rarely ever start.” 

Eddie felt something stir within him; something that told him that he should listen carefully, something that told him that your heart was buried within those words and he would have to dig if he wanted even a piece of it. He hung on to every word, to every strum of your guitar, with rapt attention.

And then you were dancing, your hands moving effortlessly over the strings in your hands as you turned to look at your band mates once more, singing to them instead as you forgot the crowd. You were consumed in the music, consumed in the story, your hair moving around you as you danced. You turned back around, your eyes finding his once more.

“You want someone to want you for who are you.”

Eddie held his breath, quite certain in that moment that you could see right through him.

“I want someone to let me down easy, easy tonight.”

As your fingers washed over the last few strings and as the song came to an end, Eddie found himself wholeheartedly disappointed that he hadn’t arrived at the Hideout sooner. For just like when he was coming down from a high, he craved another hit of you.

“Thank you everyone and have a lovely night!”   

The crowd was deafening as the lights began to fade, your attention immediately turning to your band mates as you talked enthusiastically with them.    

“Shit,” Eddie said to himself.    

Whether his sentiments were voiced because of his severely decreased chances of winning the Battle of the Bands or because he couldn’t quite get the image of you out of his mind, he wasn’t altogether too sure.  

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The first time you saw Eddie Munson was sometime around junior year. 

But the first time you really saw him, the first time your eyes locked onto his and you found yourself unable to look away, was during one of your gigs at the Hideout. The gig was just like any other although the crowd was particularly large that night, a sea of eyes staring back at you so that sweat dripped from the back of your neck. For most of the set you spent the majority of your time either turning back to look at your bandmates or closing your eyes if only to briefly get the image of all those people staring at you out of your mind.  

But then you had opened your eyes and scanned the room just like you had done so many times before, and it was like your gaze was drawn to his. His eyes, so wide and dark, seemed to swallow your own. A mound of hair encompassed his head, messy and untamed, framing a face that was angular and yet soft. His tall frame was dressed almost entirely in black save for the denim jacket worn atop his leather one, patches from several bands sewn into the fabric. 

Your eyes drifted down to where his hands sat by his sides, large silver rings covering each finger. At the sight of his index finger tapping along against his jeans to the beat you couldn’t help but gaze back at him and smile, not altogether sure whether he even knew he was doing it.  

In the end, you had to force yourself to tear your gaze away from his. You turned briefly to look back at Robin who smiled back at you, Vicki all consumed by the drums and Meg as stoic as ever. 

You allowed yourself to look at Eddie only a few more times during your set, and each time you did so you instantly regretted it for averting your gaze from him always took a monumental effort. But then you were finishing your last song and you were panting and you were sweating and you were so looking forward to leaving the stuffy venue that in the end you completely lost sight of him. A few people came up to the stage as you were packing up to congratulate you, but none with captivating brown eyes and a mane of messy hair.  

“I swear I was going to shit myself on that stage,” Robin said when you were packing the equipment into your car. The night air was cool as it touched your skin, the silence of the carpark calming. 

“The crowd keeps getting bigger every week and I don’t know how to deal with it,” Vicki added. 

“We could take a couple of weeks off from performing if you guys want. I know it’s overwhelming, especially with the competition coming up,” you said, gently placing your guitar into the boot of your car. 

“Well that’s the thing,” Robin said with a smile. “If we’re going to blow those judges away, we have to practice.” 

“It won’t matter what we do. We’re girls so the judges won’t score us high,” Meg, ever the pessimist, said. 

“Oh Meggy,” Robin said, slinging an arm around the stoic girl. “Your faith in us instils so much confidence in me. Now stop with all the moping, and let’s get some milkshakes!” 

Robin practically flung herself into the backseat of your car, followed quickly by Vicki who smiled up sweetly at the other girl as Meg opened the passenger door. You couldn’t help but smile at the two girls from where you could see them through rear window, chatting idly between each other. 

With a sigh, you turned to glance around one last time at the empty carpark before rounding the car to open the driver’s door.  

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“We’re totally screwed,” Jeff said as they left the venue. 

“They weren’t that good,” Gareth responded. 

“Were we watching the same band?” Mike said. “Cause they absolutely ruled!” 

“Well, maybe they’re not competing in the Battle of the Bands,” Gareth conceded. 

“I’m pretty sure they are,” Dustin said. 

“And how would you know?” Gareth questioned. 

“Well Steve is friends with Robin and Y/N and I’m friends with Steve. Plus I heard them talking about it last week at the video store.” 

Jeff let out a groan of disappointment.  

“What do you think of all this, Eddie? You’re being hell quiet,” Gareth said, pulling Eddie out of his reverie. His gaze had been lingering on the doors of the Hideout, hoping that maybe he could catch one last glimpse of you before he left. He had wanted to talk to you after the set, but even before he had managed to work up the courage to carry himself over towards you, someone else had beat him to it; a guy with cool hair and cool clothes and a cool smile that he had directed up towards you to where you were packing up on the stage. And of course you had smiled back, responding politely to whatever the guy had said to you, perhaps partly distracted as you continued to pack away as you did so, your back half turned to him. But maybe in the end it had been for the best, Eddie thought, for in truth he had had nothing to say anyway. 

“I think they were good. I think they’re good enough to win the competition,” Eddie said as if it were an obvious statement. He opened the driver’s door to his van and hopped in, the boys doing the same as they piled into the back.  

Gareth rolled his eyes. “Oh God, not you too.” 

Eddie forced his gaze away from the Hideout and turned back to smile at his friend. He twisted the keys in the ignition as the engine roared to life. 

“But we’re also good enough to win. We just have some worthy competition now, so it’ll be all the more satisfying when we beat them.” 

Gareth let out a howl of laughter as Eddie sped out of the parking lot.  

“But we have much to discuss, boys. We need a plan of attack,” Eddie said seriously. 

When they eventually returned back to Eddie’s trailer, the boys were forced to sit upon Eddie’s couch as he paced before them, seemingly renewed with his usual excess of energy. His hands were clasped together under his chin as he paced, his mind deep in thought as the room remained quiet, no one wanting to interrupt whatever it was that was happening inside of Eddie’s mind.  

“Right!” Eddie finally declared, causing each boy to jump slightly. “I think it’s quite obvious that those girls we saw tonight were good. There’s no point in denying that. But if we’re going to beat them in this competition, we must have a battle plan. Dustin!” 

Dustin sat upright. 

“How well do you know those lovely ladies?” 

“W-well,” Dustin began, clearing his throat before continuing. “Steve is like best friends with Robin who was the lead guitarist-” 

“Robin Buckley!” Eddie loudly interjected, clapping his hands together dramatically. “I knew she looked familiar.” 

Dustin waited a few seconds to make sure that Eddie’s outburst was finished before he continued.  

“Yeah, that’s her. And then Y/N is the lead singer. She’s friends with Steve and Robin. She’s always hanging out with them at Family Video. S-she,” Dustin hesitated, “she used to be my babysitter as well.” 

Eddie’s eyebrows quirked upwards, a wicked grin splitting onto his features.  

“So you know her well then?” 

“Y-yeah, I’d say so,” Dustin said.

“We’ve also been on a few…adventures with her,” Mike added, earning him a scowl from Dustin.

“She plays D and D?” Eddie asked, surprised.

“…no,” the boys said in unison.

“Well what about the other two? The bassist and the drummer?” Eddie asked. 

“Um, the drummer is Vicki, I think. Robin talks about her sometimes. And then I don’t really know much about the other one.” 

“She looked scary,” Mike added.  

“That she did,” Eddie responded. “But we know enough about the other’s so that we shouldn’t have to worry about her. Now, boys, what is the one thing that these girls have that we don’t?” 

Mike, Dustin, Gareth and Jeff looked towards each other. 

“Boob-” Gareth began. 

“Music related!” Eddie quickly interjected before sighing. “What do these girls have in their music that we don’t?” 

Again, the boys looked towards each other, but this time they were unable to answer. Eddie sighed again, bringing his thumb and forefinger to rest upon the bridge of his nose in frustration. 

“Original songs!” Eddie finally revealed. “They have original songs.” 

“We have original songs!” Gareth exclaimed. 

“We have original chord progressions. We don’t have lyrics and we don’t have anything that’s actually finished.” 

“Well how are we supposed to write lyrics when none of us know how to?” Mike questioned. 

“Well, Wheeler, that’s what leads me to our game plan. We need someone to teach us,” Eddie responded. “Henderson, do you know who in that girl group writes the lyrics to their songs?” 

Dustin furrowed his brows for a moment as he thought through the question. 

“I don’t know specifically, but Y/N is always writing in a notebook that she always has on her.” 

“Well then there we have it, boys. We need to find the secret to writing original songs which means we need to infiltrate that girl group.” Eddie turned to look at Dustin with a quirked eyebrow.  

“No no no, Munson, I’m not going behind Y/N’s back to help you win this competition. She’d literally kill me if she found out!” Dustin hastily objected. 

“Oh come on, Dustin,” Eddie pleaded.  

“Well considering I’m not in the band I really have no incentive to help you,” Dustin said, his lips upturning slightly into a devilish grin. 

Eddie groaned. 

“Oh God, Dustin, not this again. Fine! You can be the band’s manager!” 

A wide smile erupted onto Dustin’s face. He leapt up from where he was sitting before patting the cushion, gesturing for Eddie to take a seat. With a large eyeroll and a slight scoff, Eddie begrudgingly sat down.  

“As band manager, I have to let you know that this so-called plan that you have concocted is flawed,” Dustin said. 

“It’s-” Eddie began. 

“It’s flawed,” Dustin continued, “because you don’t know Y/N like I do. Sure, I can try and squeeze her song writing secrets from her, but I promise you I wouldn’t get very far. What we need is for someone to get close to Y/N. Intimately close.” Dustin turned to Eddie and wiggled his eyebrows.  

“What are you-” Eddie tried to say before he was once again cut off. 

“I’m saying that Y/N is...reserved.” 

“She’s literally the lead singer in a band. How reserved can she be?” Jeff said. 

“I’m sorry, Jeff, do you know her?” Dustin questioned. Jeff remained silent. “No, I didn’t think so. What I’m trying to say is that she doesn’t open up to a lot of people so she’s not going to spill her secrets to just anyone, not even me. So someone,” Dustin wiggled his eyebrows at Eddie once more, “has to get close to her.” 

“And how exactly am I supposed to get close to her?” Eddie questioned, the image of that day when you had bumped into him in the hallway flooding his mind.

“I don’t know, maybe talk to her,” Dustin responded sarcastically. “Take her out on a few dates. Get her to open up to you.” 

Eddie furrowed his brows. “I don’t think-” 

“That’s a great idea!” Gareth interjected.  

“No, I-” Eddie tried to say once more. 

“Come on man, it’s just a few dates. It doesn’t have to be anything serious,” Jeff added.  

“If you date her does that mean we get to go to more of her gigs?” Mike questioned excitedly. 

“I-” 

“So you’re perfectly happy for me to do all of the dirty work,” Dustin began. “But as soon as you have to put in some effort you don’t want to do it.” 

“Hell, I’ll do it,” Gareth added. “You never know, I might even get luck-” 

“Fine!” Eddie exclaimed, silencing everyone else in the room. “Fine, I’ll do it. Just a few dates. Nothing serious.” 

Eddie brought his hands up to rub at his temples, the beginnings of a headache throbbing in his mind.  

“That’s only if she doesn’t reject you,” Jeff snickered.

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- Let Me Down Easy by Gang of Youths

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Broken

Sirius Black and fem! reader

[Requested – see request here]

Summary: Sirius finds out his girlfriend is suffering from depression

Warnings: Major TW - detailed decriptions of depression and suicidal thoughts, mentions of self harm and scars, one mention of blood, swearing, hurt/comfort, non-sexual nudity, insecure reader, one girl being a bit of a bitch

A/n: 4.5k words, Hufflepuff reader, if these topics makes you uncomfortable please don’t read, I’m not trying to glorify mental health issues in anyway, the thoughts and feelings in this story are from my own personal experience when I was at my lowest, this is a really personal piece for me and I knew if I was going to write this request I had to pull from myself so i did also change one part of request ever so slightly so I was more comfortable while writing 💛 I honestly don’t know if anyone will read this one but it was therapeutic for me to pour it all out on the page x

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You had always felt disconnected from everyone else, like there was this invisible barrier between you and them, like they were given a manual for life which you somehow missed. When you got your Hogwarts letter you felt special, like this was the reason for why you felt the way you did, thinking that once you got there it was all going to magically fix itself, but it didn’t, it only got worse

You were nervous when your parents wished you good luck and bid you farewell at the platform, but it was an excited kind of nerves. You came across another muggle girl called Lily who you sat with on the train along with her friend Severus, they were kind and Severus were nice enough to let you both know what you were in for. When you got there, you were sorted into Hufflepuff, it hurt a little and it was just your luck you ended up in a different house than the two people you had befriended on the journey, and the fact they also got split you didn’t give you peace, you felt bad for them too.

The girls in your dorm didn’t understand you, you laughed and mirrored them as you always did but that wall was climbing again and thoughts swarmed your head, starting small and building as the years went by;

…Why wasn’t I in the cool house? What’s a mudblood? Do they like me or do the feel obligated because I share a dorm with them? What’s wrong with me? I don’t deserve to be here. I’m not special. I’m broken, we’re broken. I wish I could disappear…

The last one was a recurring thought as you went through phases, light ones were you really did feel happy but something would always happen, triggering it and send you spiralling back down. You managed to deal with it in your own way, picking at your skin became a habit, to start it was just you bored in class and you just squeezed a little bump on your arm, it was satisfying, like popping a pimple, the small bit of pain like a relief. After that day it continued, you picked at the scabs you made, making them bigger, you picked at your back, your chest, your arms, legs…

It slowly got worse and worse, you had to clean the blood off of your shirt as the picking had gotten that bad, wearing jumpers and thick tights to hide it. You were getting changed once in your dorm when someone came in and gasped asking ‘what the hell happened to your back’, someone else spotted it on a day you wore a short-sleeved shirt wondering ‘if you’d been bitten by swarm of flies’. Your parents constantly told you to stop picking, and with the comments you did…well for a short while, when OWL’s came around in 5th year the picking was kept to your back, the rest of your body slowly healing but the scars remained, luckily, they just looked like beauty marks or little freckles.

Things changed in the middle of your 6th year, you had begun to hang out with Lily again which was great, but there was a part of you though that it was because Severus called her a mudblood the year before, there was this lingering feeling that you were her second choice. You were happy to have a friend though, and through her you ended up meeting the infamous marauders. Sirius seemed to like you right away, he always made sure he was seated next to you, trying to strike up conversation. You didn’t know what to do at first, nobody let alone a boy had ever talked to you out of wanting, it was so foreign.

Sirius didn’t give up though, eventually you and he became good friends, you really felt like he saw you, understood you. He opened up to you about his family one night in the astronomy tower, it was the first time you saw the boy who was the sheer opposite of you, the boy that was always happy, cry and break down, baring his insecurities and being so vulnerable with you. You held him that night in your arms, even crying with him and falling asleep holding each other. That morning he kissed you, asking if you to be his and you said yes.

Things went well for the first few weeks but slowly those thoughts crept back…just like they always did;

…What does he see in me? We’re so different. I’m too quiet. You should talk more. I think we’re boring him. I’m not pretty enough for him. If he finds out how broken we are he’ll leave us. He’s going to leave us. Everyone always leaves. Would anyone miss me if I went away? No one would miss you. I want to go away. I want to disappear…

You had wanted to tell him about how you were feeling but every time you were about to, you always backed out, scared he wouldn’t understand. Every time before you had tried to put these feelings into words you were met with a generic response like ‘just be happy’, ‘work harder’, ‘power through’ followed by an ‘I don’t understand what’s wrong’

If he asked you to explain it you couldn’t, that was part of the problem, you didn’t know why you felt like this, why you were made this way. You couldn’t explain the urge to lay in bed all day, the lack of enthusiasm to do things you knew you loved but couldn’t in that moment, how you would stop eating properly, stop taking care of yourself. How when it got really bad you didn’t shower, cried randomly one moment then felt utterly numb the next. He would never understand, especially since you, according to the world, had nothing to be sad about, he had it worse, he had been abused verbally and mentally, you had no right to complain when you didn’t have a reason to be ‘sad’, right?

One day you were sitting in the library with the marauders and Lily. You had finished your essay as had Remus and Lily but you all decided to wait for the others. Lily and Remus were in their own quiet conversation that you were awkwardly perched on the end of. You felt so embarrassed just sitting there listening like you were eavesdropping or something, so you sat back removing yourself from Remus’ view on the other side of Lily.

As you let all the thoughts crowd your head, spacing out as you mindlessly doodled on a bit of parchment to seem somewhat occupied, Remus noticed you pulled back. He thought at first, he imagined that look in your eye, the same look he had when he was beating himself up. He didn’t say anything since Sirius would make you smile, pepper kisses across your face to get you giggling, but for some reason he felt like that wasn’t a good plan. It was beginning to happen more often, it wasn’t his place to say anything but he knew he should do something

Remus nudged Sirius’ foot discreetly under the table, thankful for the boys’ slumped seating position so he could reach it. Looking up to see who nudged him or if it was just an accident Sirius caught Remus’ eye, watching him nod to you before returning to his original conversation. Sirius sat up properly, examining your face and body language, you looked so sad it made his heart ache.

He’d noticed, you didn’t think he had but he did, he noticed when you would pull back suddenly, despite your actions being no different he saw the way your smile no longer reached your eyes, the way it seemed like you were thinking, something always on your mind. When you did it with him he was scared that he had been pushing you to go too fast, that sometimes he would be touching you and you were just too nervous to tell him you didn’t like it. After a while he figured out that wasn’t the case, so he started to wonder if it was the rumours that were getting to you, or maybe school stress, or was someone bullying you…his thoughts were relentless. Whatever it was he tried to comfort you, support you, waiting for you to tell him when you were ready.

He shuffled a little closer to you, moving take your free hand which was fiddling with the end of your tie, giving it a gentle squeeze. You stopped doodling as he did this, he watched as your gaze shifted down to them, your lips tugging up a little, that heaviness that surrounded you gone for a mere second before it returned

“Darling” he whispers “You want to go back to my dorm? Or yours?” he suggests leaning his head gently on your shoulder and giving it a quick kiss over the fabric

You stay quiet for a moment before nodding “Can we go to mine?” your voice so quiet but he heard it, he always heard you

“Guys we’re gonna head” Sirius announces pulling back from you, letting go of your hand briefly as you pack up, your movements more sluggish than his

After wishing his friends goodbye he wraps his arm around your waist as you walk, he doesn’t say anything at first waiting until you were in an abandoned bit of hallway “Are you feeling okay?” he stops walking hand moving to check your forehead

Your eyes close as he touches you “I’m fine” you say but you don’t sound it

He brushes some hair from your face before moving his arm back around you and walking again “I’m here if you need me darlin” he gives your waist a little squeeze in reassurance

Sneaking him up to your dorm you seemed to relax “Two of dormmates are having a sleepover and the other is with her girlfriend so they won’t be back until tomorrow” you explain your reason for going here even although he didn’t ask

Sirius smiles taking off his bag and shrugging off his robes, placing both neatly on your desks chair “What you fancy doing?” he asks sitting on the end of the bed, leaning back on his hands

You don’t answer right away just tugging on your bottom lip for a few moments “Can we hug?” you ask hopefully

He chuckles a little which makes you feel silly, when he sees your frown he tilts his head “Aww darling come here” he motions for you to climb on to his lap but you shuffle on your feet embarrassed “Y/n” he leans forward gently grasping your hands and pulling you towards him

“Sorry” you mumble head down looking at your intertwined hands

His eyebrows furrow, letting go of your hands and softly grasping your hips, pulling you closer to him “Why are you sorry? You have nothing to be sorry for” he shakes his head

“I…I’m…I’m sorry” you repeat pressing your hands to your face to hide the forming tears

Sirius doesn’t say anything just gently encourages you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around you protectively as your head, still in your hands, leans on his chest. One of his hands moves to the back of your head, caressing your hair, before leaning his head on yours, placing a kiss to it

A few minutes later you pull back, eyes puffy and raw, wiping your nose with the sleeve of your shirt “You want to talk about it?” he asks softly, the pad of his thumb wiping the tears away from each side of your cheeks

Should you tell him? You knew you should, it wasn’t safe to let yourself do this alone but your fears were getting the better of you “No” you whisper, shaking your head unable to look at him

“You sure?” Sirius moves away the stray hairs that had stuck to your cheeks “You can tell me anything?” his voice wasn’t pleading but it was laced with it, he didn’t want to push you but he was getting worried

“I’m fine, just got a little overwhelmed with my essay…” you were overwhelmed but it wasn’t from school “and it’s just all catching up to me” you give him the best smile you could

Sirius looks into your eyes, like he’s trying to read your mind before he smiles back nodding “Okay darling” he gently pecks your lips “You want to go for a nap and cuddle?” he poses while your hands slip down to your wrist gently scratching at the vein, seeking relief

You nod but he hears the scraping of your nails against your skin, eyes trailing down “Y/n…” he grasps your wrists pulling them away from each other before attempting to inspect the skin but you quickly pull your hands back “Darling?” he looks upset…concerned…maybe heartbroken?

You remove yourself from his lap watching as he reaches out but stops just before his fingers get to you, mouth opening to say something but nothing comes out, what should he say? Did he do something? Why were you hiding your wrist?

“Y/n what’s wrong?” he asks the worry evident in his voice as he tries to refrain from letting the tears that were welling fall but when you stay quiet one falls “Please…please I don’t want to push you…I just….just want to help” please let me help

Help you? No one ever offered to help you, they always told you what to “You wouldn’t understand” you shake your hand looking at the floor

“Try me” he holds his hand out towards you, hoping you’ll take it

Instead of speaking you start to unbutton your shirt making his eyes go wide “Y/n w…what are you doing?” he stutters a little going to stop you but you shake your head

You and Sirius had never gone by kissing, you slept next to each other sure but he had never seen you naked, never seen the scars. He had once told you his secrets now it was time for you to bare yours, you weren’t sure if you were ready but there was this tiny voice amongst the noise screaming for you to do it, to tell him.

You continue to remove your shirt, watching as Sirius keeps his eyes fixed on your face as best he can, confusion painted across his. When you finish with the buttons you let the fabric drop to the floor, leaving you in just your bra.

Sirius’ eyes flick down before he closes his eyes, feeling guilty for looking “Siri” you try to get his attention but his eyes remain closed “Please look at me” you ask, sniffling lightly

He looks back up eyes fluttering open, watching you give him a nod before his eyes trail over your body. Your neck, the little blemishes between your breasts, then back to your upper arms and shoulders were there were more little blemishes and finally your wrist. The irritation from your nails still present, faint lines streaking across them.

He lets out a shaky breath as his eyes return to your face, watching as you turn away from him, revealing your back, similar blemishes running from your shoulder blades and down your spine, along with some open cuts…spots? He couldn’t tell

He notices you looking in the mirror, a frown on your face “Y/n” he stands up walking slowly towards you “Can I?” he ghosts his hands over your hips

His hands gently wrap around as you nod, slithering around your waist, hands settling on your stomach “You’re beautiful” he whispers, kissing your bare shoulder as his thumbs rub gently at the elastic of your skirt

You shake your head “You see these” you raise your arm, pointing to one of the blemishes “These aren’t beauty spots, or freckles…or blemishes…” you take a moment to ready yourself “They are scars…and I made them…every one of them I created when I was upset, or nervous…it…it gave me relief” you turn your head to look at him “They’re ugly”

He removes his arms from your front and grasps your hips moving you gently around to face him before cupping your cheeks “They are not ugly. You are not ugly” his voice sincere but firm, licking his lips as he pushes some hair from your face “What…you don’t have to tell me” he adds before asking “What happened to your wrists?” his fingers gently take your hand holding it up

“I scratch at them…I just get the urge to” you try to explain it

He lifts your wrist up to his lips, placing a gently kiss on the scars “Come here” he walks backwards, pulling you with him as he sits on the bed and you settle onto his lap “You said I wouldn’t understand it…was these what you meant…” his fingers glaze one on your clavicle

“A part of it” he nods for you to go on “Sometimes I get these…thoughts, bad ones, and those lead me to picking and hurt…umm…hurting myself”

He winces at the last bit “How can I help?” you tilt your head “What wrong?”

“I don’t know” you answer honestly “I don’t know what’s wrong with me” you start to break down

“There is nothing wrong with you” he looks at you in disbelief, how could an angel like you think that “You are wonderful, whatever is going on it isn’t because you are broken” he tries to reason

You let out a sob “But everyone else…”

“Fuck everyone else…Sorry” he butts in apologising as your eyes blow wide “I’m sorry darling…please continue” he kisses your nose, hand rubbing up and down your arms, soothing the goose bumps that had formed from the cold air of the room

“I’m built…weird…I feel silly all the time, I can’t talk to people, I don’t understand why I can’t be normal like everyone else, why I feel like everyone hates me. I feel fine one minute then and the next all I want to…to…just disappear” it all spills out

“Disappear?” he questions worried that it means what he thinks it does

Your hands go to scratch but Sirius gently takes them into his, lacing your fingers together “Disappear like go away…everyone would be better without me, I’m just a burden” your voice is a whisper at this point

Sirius’ mouth parts, his heart shattering at the confession “How…” he starts to cry “How would the world be better if you weren’t in it?” he pulls you closer to him “Darling”

“I shouldn’t have said anything…” you start to cry as well

“Why?”

“I made you cry” you blub out, you felt terrible, you made the person you love cry over how broken you were

Sirius wrapped his arms around you tightly, head burying itself into the crook of your neck, clinging on to you like he was going to lose you, a mantra of mumbles leaving his mouth that you couldn’t decipher from your own crying and his

The moment was interrupted as the door suddenly opens, Sirius and your heads shooting up to see one of your dormmates walking in “Oh” she looks startles to see you, her eyes trailing over the position you were sitting, the lack of your shirt and the fact both of you were clearly crying “What’s going on?” she asks like it was her business to know

“That’s between me and my girl” Sirius answers for you, voice firm despite the tears, holding you close to him to hide you from her inappropriate stares

She doesn’t look convinced “Your girl? This looks like a break up to me” she scoffs

“No one fucking asked you” he snaps at her irritated “And for your knowledge it isn’t a break up, there is no way in hell I’m every willingly breaking with her. Until y/n’s bored of me she’s stuck with me because I love her…get the hell out I don’t care if your dorm out!” he half shouts the last part pointing for her to leave, he didn’t mean to rant but in his emotional state he couldn’t stop it

“Whatever” the girl shrugs rolling her eyes, closing the door behind her as she walks out

Sirius shakes his head “What is wrong with her…who asks that” he says annoyed while you just look at him in a mild shock, love you, he’d never said that before “Seriously what makes her think she can just assume that and don’t get me started…”

“Siri” you try to interject but he continues

“…on the way she was staring at you, she should have left right away this was a private…”

“Siri” you tug on his shirt, finally getting his attention

“…conversation…” his voice slows down “Merlin…sorry” he leans his forehead in yours

“You love me?” you ask quiet and unsure if you heard him right

He pulls back, cupping your cheeks “Very much…not exactly the way I meant for it to slip out I was planning something much more romantic and less…rave-y” he chuckles a little

Sirius takes a moment to think before looking into your eyes “When you feel that way…feel like you don’t want to be here anymore, tell me…I know you won’t want to…” his eyes become glassy “…but please tell me”

“I’ll try” is all you could say

He gives you a sad smile nodding “Thank you” he kisses your forehead “I do have an idea for how to help with the picking…if you want of course” he asks checking you were comfortable, continuing as you nod “When you feel like picking, take my hand…like this” he laces your hand in his larger one giving it a gentle squeeze “Doesn’t matter if we’re in class or just hanging out, you take my hand…we can try it for a little while see if it helps?”

Your lips tug up ever so slightly but drop again “What do I do when you’re not next to me?” you didn’t want risk becoming completely reliant on Sirius, that wouldn’t be fair on him or you

“You sit with James, Remus and Lily in other classes you aren’t with me and when we’re hanging out as a group so…” he takes a second “with your permission I’ll let them know that if you take their hand you’re a little nervous and they’ve to let you hold it, or if it’s really bad take you somewhere you can calm down” he poses looking for any signs of worry “I won’t tell them any more than that”

You mouth parts, tears in your eyes but they aren’t of sadness “You would really do all that for me, they would really do that?” you check, you didn’t think they actually liked you, just put up with you

“Of course they love you, not as much as I love you but they do” he assures “Lily ever since I met her has talked about how nice you were. I’d heard so much and may have staked you slightly from afar…” he admits making you giggle, the sound warming his heart “…that when she introduced you finally I was so excited” he starts smiling “Remus and James think you’re wonderful, Remus likes having someone that listens and talks to him about books, James loves studying with you because you always doodle the most random things. You know how some of your spare parchment went missing?” you nod “He stole it because you drew a stag, he has it in a little frame in his room”

You let out quick breath “Really?” you say surprised, you couldn’t believe it

“Really” he affirms

You were happy but you also knew that this might not last “Siri…this…these thoughts come randomly, I might start feeling like this again…it goes through phases” a sad look spreads across your face “Sometimes I think I got better but then I just have a setback and realise I’m still broken”

“That’s okay…not…fuck” he cringes “I mean it’s okay that you don’t get better overnight” he says shocking you “Darling there isn’t a quick fix to anything I know that, I’ve watched Remus go through something similar, but over the years with me, James and Pete…” he trails off thinking for a second before reaching over to grab a bit of parchment and his quill, beginning to draw a graph

“Right so this is time” he points to the bottom axis “This is the intensity of the bad feelings or thoughts” he points to the other “So right now it’s like this” he draws a large peak “then it goes down and eventually happens again right?” you nod watching as he draws another peak but its smaller than the last “Each time you feel like this you’ll get a little bit better at dealing with it…” he continues drawing peaks all slowly getting smaller until he draws a larger one again confusing you “…every now and again it’ll get worse, but that’s not a set back because when you look at this on a large scale the trend is going down” he explains “Close up there’s all these bumps in the road” he traces over the peaks “But the general trend is you are…it’s not a fix…it’s more of a way of dealing with it easier, it won’t knock you down as hard as it did before” he looks up at you, cringing a little at he feels he’s lost you “That made no sense did it” he sighs in defeat

“No I…I think I get it” you nod before a grateful look appears on your face “This is the first time anyone’s taken the time to explain this to me…most people say I should just be happy” you mock

“Well they’re stupid” Sirius says plainly making you laugh “Also my statement earlier about fuck everyone else still stands…metaphorically of course I’d prefer you only did the literal with me” he can’t help himself and that earns him a nudge

“Siri” you bite your lip a tad embarrassed, slowly remembering you’ve been shirtless this whole time

Your arms come up to cover yourself, something Sirius notices “Here” he pulls off his jumper, helping you to slip in on “Better?”

“Yeah…thanks” you hug the jumper, sniffing it gently “Can we nap and cuddle now?”

He smiles “Course darlin,” he lets you stand up, moving over to open the covers and letting you crawl in before joining you

He gently fixes the covers and positions you to lay your head on his chest “Siri” you look up at him

“Yeah darling?” he gives you a little squeeze as he looks down

“I love you too” you say with a smile to which he leans down giving you a kiss to the lips

A/n: Truthfully i did’t know how to end it, it is quite long but the ending is a little rushed and i apologise for that 💛

#sirius black and reader #sirius x reader #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black x you #sirius x you #sirius and reader #sirius black and you #Sirius Black #siriusblack #hurt/comfort #marauders era #maraduers #sirius x y/n

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virgilisspidey · 1 year

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And so... They Finally Meet

Here it is!! The one shot i promised for @tmntaucompetition!!

GO VOTE FOR TWO SOULS

Leo squints at the massive crowd around them, all watching in anticipation to see who wins this silly game of basketball. This wasn't their first ball game, so to speak, and yes that pun was very much intended. In fact, this was their second time, although the first time was all about Aoi.

Apparently he's considered as a peepaw by the all powerful universe and yeeted him to a tournament to fight other peepaws like him.

Leo, Donnie, and April were lucky enough to get dragged along.

The experience was... Weird. Seeing plenty of versions of himself old and wrinkly does made him dread the future even more. He really needs to take more care about his self image, maybe take it upon himself to do some skin care, if there was something available for mutant turtles that is.

This time around, though, Raph and Mikey got dragged along with them. They spent about an hour trying not to die when one of them wanders off since it was their first time (as if they weren't that much worse when the peepaw tournament started, April had to drag Leo away before he accidentally hurt himself because of his big mouth)

This was a more calm match, however.

"Oh, hey!" April points across the court, "the purple one kind of looks like the Ghost guy that Aoi met!"

"Probably a much younger, not that much stressed version of Ghost," Donnie says, scowling at the lack of reception on his phone, "didn't know he had brothers in another universe."

"What if he did belong to another universe but got dragged into one like ours?" Raph asks.

Everyone turned to look at him.

"Nah!" Mikey brushes off, "That's too crazy even for me!"

(So close... yet so far...)

"But hey, look! Donnie, you're a baby!" Leo coos, to which his twin scowls at him, elbowing him hard on the side.

"Stop frowning, Donnie, you're gonna be a bad influence!" April teases, poking him on the cheek, "We dont want the kid to learn how to frown now, do we?"

"I will not hesitate to bite."

Raph suddenly gathers them into a circle, like how they see people usually huddle up in sports movies before the big game. Leo sticks his tongue out at Donnie, who rolled his eyes. While that happens, the blue clad turtle felt Aoi's cold presence squeezing himself in the circle, looking over at his shoulder.

"So! Game plan—"

"Donnie doesn't get to play," Leo states immediately, not even letting Raph finish his sentence.

"OFFENDED GASP! What do you mean i dont get to play?!"

"You are bad at sports that involves any type of ball."

"Yeah, that's true," Mikey agrees.

"I do know how to play this particular game!"

"You can't even pronounce it, Donnie."

"I do, in fact, as skilled as i am in the sport, know how to pronounce the game that is played with balls and hoops!"

"Say it then."

"No."

"Uh... Excuse me...?"

The brothers all stop their bickering, turning all of their heads to the voice that was invading their brain storming space.

It was a tortoise wearing an orange space heroes (Aoi squints at it, it looks familiar) hoodie with thick square framed classes taped on his face. He gave them a nervous smile, hand up to give an awkward wave but instead hung loosely and limply instead.

"They said we were supposed to be here," He says.

That's when they noticed the people with him.

He's with quite the crowd.

There's this girl in purple with a beanie on, a baseball bat in her hand, resting it over her shoulder. She gave April a smirk when she stared at the bat, fingers flexing on the handle. There's another mutant that seemed to be a plant. They're wearing a ninja outfit similar to Cassandra, but it was long sleeved with a long red scarf that covered the lower half of their face.

Behind them were two adult turtles, probably in their early 20s, easily identifiable as the Mikey and Donnie of their universe. They're the same species so they know they're probably from a different "iteration" whatever that meant, since being different turtles seemed to be unique to Leo's and other versions' of him's universe.

The taller of the two wore a dark lab coat, his hands burried deep in his pockets. His eyes were similar to Mikey's, but a much deeper red that it makes it look brown. The mask on his face had longer tails and worn like an actual mask rather than a bandana. He had this choker around his neck that had a symbol, probably a logo. He was watching them, which made Leo a little bit insecure from the stare alone. The other turtle, one bearing hundreds of freckles om his face, wore this hood poncho thing in orange with a blue flower patch stitched on it, it looked like whoever did so was inexperienced. His baby blue eyes watched them with interest, unlike his brother, his curiosity was more innocent.

They were taller than all of them except Raph.

"Oh, are you lost?" Raph asks, "Maybe you're in the wrong court? We're already full here."

"No actually," their Donnie, let's call them by their full names now, shook his head, "We're told we're against the universe with a baby version of an alternate universe me."

"Say that five times fast," the girl in purple says, earning her a silent look to stay quiet from the plant mutant.

"Oh... But that's who we're also up against," April says.

"Yeah, we know, little dudes" Michelangelo says, "the coordinators said we're teamed up, though."

Teamed up???

Leo felt Aoi shift a bit farther away, a cold feeling rushing through his veins. Not the usually comforting cold, but nervousness... A spike of panic?

"How is that even possible?" Mikey decides to ask, "Maybe there's some sort of mistake?"

"Maybe we're a crossover?" the tortoise suggests, everyone turned to look at him, waiting for an explanation, making him fumble with his words, "b-because— you know... Uh, i've seen countless of other alternate universes here that has at you guys in it with other different looking turtles! So i uh... I assumed that— maybe— we belong in the same bubble in the multiverse, we just haven't crossed paths yet and this tournament brought us together way out of our designated appearances—"

"That's enough rambling, Ryan."

The younger turtles and April all swerved towards the voice.

They see a turtle dragging a teen by their arm.

The teen was wearing blues, their strawberry blonde hair was tied into low ponytails with pink ribbons, their grayish blue eyes rolling at something that was probably told to her before she was dragged back to her little group.

She was grabbed by her shoulders and gently placed between her friends, to which she pouts.

Then there's this universe's Raph.... He wasn't as big as they expected, but he's still tall. He wore a red kimono that had ripped at the ends, probably from the countless of fights. It had a turtle shell design fading from dark reds to light pinks, complimented by a green obi. His mask, like their own Raph, was tattered at the tails, he had this permanent scowl on his face as his green eyes glared forward.

Huh... The exact same shade as Leo's own eyes...

Weird.

What's weirder was the blue mask innocently wrapped around his neck.

Cold washed over him once more and he felt an onslaught of emotions. Anxiety, regret, fear, grief....

and guilt...?

Leo shivers but he pushes the feelings down.

They're not his...

"Okay�� there's has to be a misunderstanding— HEY WAIT A MINUTE!"

Leo cut himself off when he finally gets a closer look at the new girl. He pointed at her in an accusing manner.

"YOU'RE THE RANDO THAT THREW A BRICK AT ME!"

"Correction," the girl didn't even hesitate, "You were in the way."

"WHY YOU LITTLE—"

(Yep... There's no way they'll win with the team already on each other's throats.)

#rottmnt two souls #tmnt 2012 #rottmnt #tmnt 2012 meanwhile #tmnt au competition #THIS IS THE ONLY THING I CAN PROVIDE SKFKGOG #more to come hopefully #Turning this ball game angsty

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heyyallitssatan · 2 months

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I have made a fic

Theres the ao3 link if you want it, and the fics under the cut

She was always cold these days.

Frozen limbs, a sheen of frost always coating rarely uncovered skin.

It used to hurt, being so cold all the time, but it didn’t anymore. She didn’t feel it anymore, she didn’t feel much of anything anymore. All her emotions, frozen over, a thick layer of ice exacting them, never to be released.

It hadn’t always been like this. Once, she felt things freely, she felt her hands and toes and her lips weren’t permanently purple.

But that was before, before her mother burned her baby brothers face, before she was dragged off to a mental hospital kicking and screaming, before she gave her life to her brothers, before she became the mother hers could never be, before her life became theirs. But most of all, it was before Touya, her other half, her twin, her warmth, died in a blaze that left behind only a too small jaw bone.

Now was different, now was now, and now she was always too cold.

Her toes were the first to go, probably, but her fingers were the first she noticed.

It had been a year since Touya’s death, she was pouring her father tea when she dropped the pot and broke the cup. Her hands were numb, they always were since that night, and she couldn’t keep a hold of it. She was scolded, and disciplined, for her mistake. She spent hours relearning ho to hold a tea pot so that it didn’t matter if she could feel it or not.

It was almost a full year later when she realised it was her hands and feet she couldn’t feel anymore, she could move them, feel the movement, but she couldn’t feel touch, or warmth, or anything but that numbing cold climbing up her arms and legs.

She stopped using her quirk to do things after that, vowed against it, but it didn’t help. Frost slipped from her numb fingers to crystallise on her glass, her socks froze to the tatami mats of their home, and she didn’t notice.

She learned to watch her hands, and her feet, wherever she went, making sure she kept a fight hold of her quirk.

Her breath was next. She didn’t notice until Natsuo mentioned that her breath was clouding by her mouth, just too cold for the air. She checked, and realised her lips had turned purple at some point, nothing extreme, just a tint to her lips that wasn’t quite natural. She realised her skin had taken on an unnatural blush. She was sixteen when she started wearing make up.

She was twenty now, and the numbing cold had climbed up her arms and legs. Everything below mid thigh and shoulder was numb now. She had taken to always wearing thick covering clothes. She wore thick pants and long skirts no matter the weather. Sweaters and long sleeve blouses in the middle of summer. She had always been cold natured, no one noticed.

No one noticed, until she started wearing gloves. They were nice, expensive, and specially made to keep out the cold. If they could keep it out, they could keep it in. People noticed, gloves were too weird, but she was always cold, maybe it was okay.

She couldn’t keep her hands from frosting over anymore, and they always looked a bit blue, she thought that was more worrisome than gloves.

She was right.

She had taken to the hottest showers she could get, and when that wasn’t enough to warm her limbs, she went further. She had the body for a fire quirk, the heat couldn’t hurt her. She started boiling water in the middle of the night, when everyone else was long since asleep, it wasn’t like she could join them anymore. She was always careful to take the kettle of the stove before it could squeal, she cared infinitely more that her brothers got enough sleep than if she got warm. She’d finally take her gloves off, and pour the water over her hands in the sink, fill a small tub to set her feet in, all the while rising steam warmed her lungs.

It was as close as she could get to being warm again. It was as close as she could get to Touya again. Though, she supposed his body was just as cold as hers now. Those were dark thoughts, thoughts she only gave voice to on late nights like these, when no one was around to see the tears freeze to her waterline.

She was always cold, always numb, but she could still feel some things. Love for her brothers, all of them, was the first thing on that list, and sometimes the only thing.

Tonight was one of those times, when she was watching her Father and her baby brother fighting Touya. That was Touya, he was alive. He was alive.

That was all she could think about, he was alive. She lost control of the frost, it was covering the floor her feet were on, the couch she was sat on, little bits of it had started creeping up Natsuo.

She didn’t notice until he yelled at the cold. What did he know about the cold?

For the first time in a long time, her ice cracked.

She couldn’t bring herself to care that he was a villain, she couldn’t care about all the people he’d killed in the process, she couldn’t even herself to care that he’d attacked their Father.

She cared that he’d attacked Shoto of course, but that could be addressed later, after she’d seen him in person, confirmed it was really him, that he was really alive.

She never let herself consider it before, not even in the dead of night when no one was around to see the tears that never fell, it was the only thought she could never let herself give a voice to.

But it was true, he was here, he was alive.

He was gone again.

He left after the stunt, as quickly as he came. But she knew he was alive now, she found him once, she could find him again.

She hated her Father most of the time, deep down under cracking ice that let thoughts like that seep through now, but she couldn’t argue that his connections were helpful, and so was his money. She could afford to pay them to help her, and then to pay them again to keep silent. She couldn’t tell anyone what she was doing, Father would be so angry, and so would Natsuo. She didn’t know how Shoto and Rei would react, but she couldn’t risk that they’d tell the others, she had to do this alone. But what else was new.

She found him easy enough, about two weeks later. It was easy enough she didn’t think he was really hiding anymore. If he didn’t want to be found he wouldn’t have, he proved that many many years ago.

She sent him a message, through a hired hand, telling him to meet her at a nearby cafe, one considered neutral ground, where heroes and villains and vigilantes could meet without worrying about sides and fights. It was safe for them.

He met her there, he expected she’d been the one to send the message, the only one who would’ve wanted to meet him, the only one brave enough, even if she never saw herself that way.

He saw her, sitting at a little two person table with a coffee in hand. She drank too much coffee when they were younger, after Rei was taken, and he can’t imagine she dropped the habit, and if the shaking of her hands is any indication, it’s only gotten worse.

He sat down next to her, and she stared at him for a minute, not saying a word, but she didn’t smile at him, not a rare real smile that she showed only in the safest most vulnerable moments, not even the fake smile she used to placate Enji and calm Natsuo and Shoto. They never noticed, never noticed that that smile didn’t make her eyes twinkle quite the same, didn’t make her nose scrunch up just a bit. It fooled everyone else, but he had been there since she was born, he grew up with that smile, and he knew the difference.

Now she only watched him, and him her. She pushed a coffee toward him, and he broke his gaze just long enough to take a sip. He judged her coffee habit, but he wasn’t much better, at least when they younger, and she knew his order by heart.

That wasn’t his order, at least not his old one, rather it was closer to his order now. A White Russian, and it looked like she was sipping on the same.

“Since when do you drink?”

“Since Shoto and Natsu left and it’s just me and dad in the house.”

He huffed a humourless laugh, and so did she. Frosty breath fogged in front of her as she did, and that’s when he took note of the thick sweater, and winter pants, and gloves, all in the middle of August.

He was always hot, and honestly he was itching to get out of the meagre layers he was in now. He didn’t know why she was wearing so many thick layers, sure she was always cold, but he was pretty sure she was never ‘parka in summer’ cold. When he said as much she just huffed another laugh and shrugged.

He grabbed her hand, and she flinched, and that almost hurt, but it wasn’t the flinch of a civilian who just got grabbed by an S rank villain, it was the flinch of an abused little girl that hadn’t expected anyone to touch her. Scratch that, it hurt worse.

He wasn’t a family man, he hated Rei for abandoning them, He hated Enji for obvious reasons, he didn’t quite hate Shoto, but he was certainly angsty that he replaced him, and at best he felt indifference towards Natsuo. For some reason, he could never find it in himself to hate Fuyumi. Even at the lowest, when he hated the entire world, he couldn’t hate her. He could only remember how she patched his wounds, cooled his burns, loved him through everything, despite everything. He didn’t have room in his charred heart to live anymore, but she was spilling over with it, love for her brothers, her students, anyone who walked through their home. She even found it in herself to love some part of their parents, a part long gone, but she remembers it, loves it.

He doesn’t think he’ll ever be that strong, that brave. He left, he was a coward. But she stayed, protected her brothers, took care of them, carried the burdens of her family all alone.

He was built for the cool calm of the ice, but he got fire.

She watched him closely, her brother, Touya, Dabi, she didn’t care what his name was now, he was her brother, and he was alive.

She saw how his skin was stapled together, skin grafts and burns patched together. It almost looked like her first attempt at quilting, before she realised she was better at crochet. It was ugly and uneven, but she loved it anyway.

She saw the heat that radiated from his skin, a heat she had felt when they were young, heat that warmed her too cold skin, that fought the frostbite that threatened to over take her at every turn, when she couldn’t control her quirk as well. She missed that heat, until it grabbed her hand, warmth seeping through her glove.

She flinched, and she saw the hurt that crossed his face. She never meant to abuse that look, never meant to hurt him. She wasn’t scared of him, how could she be?

He was her brother, even after everything, he was still that. And she loved her brothers so much. More than herself.

She loved Touya, she loved that he could get angry. He could show his anger in ways she couldn’t, he was free and expressive in a way she couldn’t be. Her thoughts and feelings were numbed, hidden under layers of ice, but not his. They burned hot and bright and he made you see them, see him.

She wished she could be so visible.

But he cracked her ice, with each day she saw the breaks get wider, deeper, and things started leaking out. Her hatred for their father, something she buried so deep inside she could never feel more than the barest irritation at him, a super volcano hidden beneath the ice, ready to explode.

She doesn’t think she’ll ever be so strong as to let herself blow up, not like him. She wishes she could.

She was built for raging fire, but she got ice.

He grabbed her hand, much to both of their surprise. He pulled off her glove, and she let him. He winced at the sight of her hand, cold and pale. She was watching him, holding her hand so gently in his, but she didn’t react.

“I can feel it,” she whispered, like she feared if she spoke any louder it would stop, like she only knew how to speak softly and calmly, but her face betrayed nothing. She had schooled her expression into blank calm so long ago it seemed she had forgot how to make anything else.

“What?”

He sounded angry, his voice always sounded angry, burnt thought scratching against his vocal cords, matching his permanently scowling face, made that way through surgeries or circumstance, no one knew.

“I can feel your hand, it’s warm,” her voice finally expressed something besides soft and calm observation, something akin to awe, surprise maybe?

She hadn’t felt warmth, or anything really, in her hands in so long, she couldn’t remember it.

He seemed to understand, he knew how her quirk worked as well as she did, and he knew what it felt like to use his quirk without her there, burning from the inside out. He imagined freezing was similar, her nerves were dead, just like his.

She felt his heat bleed into her hand at the same time it seemed as though the cold seeped into his.

They sat like that for only a moment, before it began to hurt. Permanent frostbite meant permanent numbness, and as she warmed up for the first time in years she could finally feel the pain that followed numbness. She knew he felt the same.

It had been too long, they had been without their balance too long, and now it hurt too much to go back.

They sat for awhile, but they didn’t say much, there’s was too much to say, too many years to relive, but nothing felt important enough to say.

Fuyumi knew she wouldn’t stop his goals, she didn’t try. He knew he couldn’t get her to come with him, he didn’t try. They should’ve tried.

They left, unfinished drinks still sitting on the table.

They didn’t say goodbye, they didn’t say anything. They just walked away, in opposite directions. Neither of them favoured literature, neither of them ever read Orpheus’ story, neither of them had ever learned his lesson.

They both turned around, wanting just one last glimpse of their sibling, their twin, their balance, before they left for good, before this became their new before.

They turned, and looked, and ran.

They hugged, the only ones who could touch each other with freezing or burning, the only ones immune to the pain the other lives everyday with. They couldn’t hug for long, their balance wasn’t right anymore, it hurt too much, too many jagged edges cutting against each other, two extremes that never should have met, but never could have left each other alone.

They hugged, it hurt, they didn’t stop.

They whispered, in equally trained voices, with equally drilled expressions, each others names, the only names they ever really felt like they owned.

“Ya-nii”

“Yu-nee”

Then, after a moment longer, they pulled apart, blood evaporating on skin, tears freezing on waterlines, they turned and left. And they both smiled, as close to the real smiles they wore as kids as they thought they would ever get again.

Touya wasn’t made for love, he was made for rage, clawing at his throat until he let it out.

Touya wasn’t made for love, but maybe there was an exception.

Fuyumi wasn’t made for rage, she was made for love, care and protection overflowing from her like the tears she couldn’t shed.

Fuyumi wasn’t made for rage, but the cracks were growing, and lava lived beneath her ice.

They were polar opposites, one left and the other stayed. One killed, the other saved. One burned, the other froze. But they were cut from the same cloth, a cloth woven of love and rage, and when you looked closely, ice burns as bright as fire.

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please don’t be in love with someone else

member: juyeon genre: angst word count: 1,405 synopsis: taylor swift’s “enchanted” but make it a one-sided crush

a/n: may or may not be based on my own experience

January.

I was finally back on campus after spending a semester abroad. The room was full of people yet I felt sort of alone. People I knew yet felt a little distant with after spending half a year apart.

Faking smiles as I awkwardly laughed to continue conversations full of small talk. That’s how the night began. Nitpicking at my own every word and movement.

Until I saw him.

Our eyes met as he talked with one of my friends. There was a glint of familiarity in his eyes that I mistook for curiosity.

They came over together and my friend introduced us. His name rang a bell but I couldn’t pinpoint why until he brought it up.

“You don’t remember playing Among Us with me?” he teased. I nearly gasped when I pieced two and two together.

“So you’re the Juyeon that kept killing me off!” I blurted.

The previous year, I had played games with him and our mutual friends a few times. Despite me putting him at the top of my hit list for always killing me as the imposter, I had a good impression of him. He was kind and funny.

“That’s exactly what you said to me the first time we met,” he chuckled.

“First time? Isn’t this our first time meeting?”

“You really don’t remember?” he overdramatically feigned hurt.

I racked my brain for any memories but drew a blank.

“Last summer? At the funeral? We all went out to eat together after? I sat next to you at the restaurant?” he continued.

The lightbulb in my head finally turned on.

“Oh! You were sitting on my left at the end of the table!”

It all came back to me. As an introvert, I was too shy to even face him so I had spent most of that dinner with my body turned to the right.

Embarrassed, I apologized for my terrible memory and he laughed, saying it was alright.

February.

Juyeon and I had gotten pretty close due to our social circle overlapping. He was sweet, soft spoken, and well-mannered. He was the type to quietly take care of everyone.

He always insisted on carrying things for me and fought over the bill. But it wasn’t until the late night beach trip that my platonic feelings started to turn into something more.

While he was the definition of gentleness, I was the definition of clumsy. Walking in the sand was a challenge for me who could barely balance myself on flat ground.

He was the first to notice my stumbling and immediately offered his arm for me to hold on to. At first, I declined. But when I continued to trip over my own feet, he stopped me in my tracks and held up his arm in front of me.

“Just use me. Please. It’ll make me feel better. It makes me so anxious every time you take a step.”

With all our friends watching and waiting for me, I hesitantly grabbed the edge of his jacket sleeve. Though I quickly let go once we were finally by the water.

The beach at midnight in the winter was cold to say the very least. It was a spontaneous trip and I was unprepared with just a hoodie on.

Once again, Juyeon was the first to notice me shivering. He immediately took his jacket off and handed it to me.

When I persisted that it was okay and that I didn’t need his jacket, he simply threw it over my shoulders and walked away.

“Hey! Take your jacket back, it’s cold!” I yelled.

“I get hot easily and that jacket is too thick. You’re doing me a favor by wearing it,” he answered without looking back.

The night was sparkling and it wasn’t just the stars. I spent the rest of that night wondering a million questions. A million questions all about you.

What was your ideal type? Have you had your first love yet? Do you love someone right now?

But all of that came crashing down with the waves when I finally mustered up the courage to ask and he told me that he had a girlfriend. Before I even got to hope that this was the beginning of our story, it came to an end.

March.

Juyeon had become one of my closest friends. He was a good listener and sensitive to my feelings, which was how I ended up spilling my deepest thoughts to him at 1 AM.

2 months into the semester, the excitement of a new chapter had worn off and my mental health took a dip. I struggled with insecurity my whole life and it was consuming me whole yet again.

I cried about how much I hated myself and how afraid I was of other people’s perceptions. He waited until I was done ranting before calmly assuring me that no one thought as badly of me as I thought they did.

“Since middle school, it was always me and Sana. Now it’s me, Sana, and Momo. With both of them next to me, I’m just never the first to catch anyone’s eyes. I’m not blaming them or anything, it's just how it is. I know I’m responsible for my own insecurities.”

“I know this may sound a little weird but this is my best attempt at shutting down your negative self image. You are not ugly, Y/n. You are far from it. When I first met you, I honestly thought you were one of the prettiest people I’ve ever met. Other than my mom of course. And now my girlfriend is #1 to me but I still genuinely think you’re pretty.”

My heart reacting to those words was the first warning.

“I don’t know, I just don’t compare to Sana or Momo, you know? It’s both my inferiority complex and the truth,” I tried to nonchalantly shrug it off.

“I’m gonna be honest and just say that you definitely caught my eye over any of those two. But uh no romantic feelings though by the way.”

The second warning.

Before the conversation could get any weirder, I changed the subject. We continued to trauma bond—a weird foundation of our friendship—until I began to doze off. His voice sounded distant as I slowly fell asleep.

“Y/n? You still there?”

A pause.

“Are you sleeping?”

I didn’t have the energy to respond.

“Good night, Y/n. I really do hope you’ll feel better.”

Another pause.

“Well um I’m just gonna keep this call going just in case you wake up from the sound of me hanging up. So uh don’t be too surprised at the call length when you wake up haha.”

The third warning. That was when I decided that I needed some space from him.

April.

Despite me trying to avoid him, it was inevitable to run into him because we were in the same friend group. I didn’t have an excuse to not attend our mutual friend’s birthday. That was how I ended up at the karaoke.

“Come on, Y/n, you barely sang tonight,” Younghoon whined.

“Yeah, I’ll pick out a song for you! You like Taylor Swift, right?” Jaehyun exclaimed as he reserved a song.

I couldn’t refute once Eric shoved the microphone in my hand. The lyrics of “Enchanted” flashed across the screen as the music began.

“The playful conversation starts. Counter all your quick remarks.”

Flashbacks of us jokingly bickering filled my mind.

“I'll spend forever wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you.”

I hoped he wouldn’t. It would ruin our friendship.

“This is me praying that this was the very first page, not where the story line ends.”

I shook off the flashbacks to the beach trip.

“My thoughts will echo your name, until I see you again. These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon.”

Those words were indeed ones I was holding back.

“Please don't be in love with someone else.”

But he already was.

“Please don't have somebody waiting on you.”

His relationship was just starting when I met him in January. I wonder if things would’ve worked out differently if we had met just a little earlier.

“I was enchanted to meet you.”

I truly was.

“Please don't be in love with someone else. Please don't have somebody waiting on you.”

The last line left my lips with a bittersweet feeling.

#deobiwritersnet #the boyz angst #tbz angst #juyeon angst #the boyz fic #tbz fic #juyeon fic #the boyz #juyeon #the boyz imagines #the boyz scenarios #juyeon imagines #juyeon scenarios

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so… guys… i was almost barricade at last night(boston)‘s show and

dear god

j everything b also there was this one bit where someone was trying to pass him a bracelet thru the crowd and their friends were pointing to them and awsten totally called them out and started teasing them like

and then they dropped it and he was like “you really want to give that to me? after it’s been on the dirty beer ground? you really think i want that?” and i just ab died

he was so mean teasing humiliating them i need him to mean dom me so bad

‘you really think you deserve my cock baby? why don’t you prove it’ i alr p much lost my voice from screaming last night it wouldn’t hurt if he fucked my throat until i couldn’t speak at all.

need him to throw me around while he degrades me

awsten please just one chance pleas

he did a lot of that kind of teasing/lightheartedly insulting some ppl in the crowd. sm had a sign that said ‘bring back felony steve’ and the writing was like thin and awsten was first like ‘what? what does that say?’ and then once the crowd shouted it to him he was like “that’s what it says? you wrote that in fucking mechanical pencil get a thick marker jesus christ” awsten pls make fun of me i’ll come in my pants

also earlier in the show sm next to me had a sign that said ‘#1 GEOFF FAN’ like printed out arial font and huge and he pointed it out and was like ‘geoff! geoff look! ugh he doesn’t pay attention he doesn’t live in the moment always on that fuckin phone’ and i shit you not geoff fucking BLUSHED kms

o also then every one started chanting that geoff was a screenager so real tbh

geoff also got like 3 different points of ppl chanting his name and otto only got one 😶 sorry otto

side note their insta otto’s so in his slut era recently/pos

there was also a point where awsten was making fun of lucas for being shy and there was sm about a bet where awsten and geoff would pay him to do sm and they kept trying to get him to do it and then lucas said ‘geoff isn’t gonna pay me he told me’ and awsten was just like “did you just call geoff a liar??!” and have everyone boo then he was like cheer if i’m a perfect angel precious baby boy who can do no wrong (or sm w that vibe everyone was screaming too loud for me to rly hear) what if i died

him being teasing like that and going back to his like ego thing the whole time he’s so hot i need him to tell me he’s better than me

at some point right after lucas went on stage to test the mic ect before parx came on i think sm behind me was like ‘is it just me or is one of the security guys rly hot’ and i just turned around and went ‘you mean lucas??!!’ i don’t think they were talking about him b that was so funny to me and lucas is soooo hot

someone got a shirt thrown on stage for awsten that said ‘I FUCK FISH’ and he was like “you guys really want me to wear this?! on top of everything??!”(overalls and long sleeve t) and yes he did wear it p much the whole show(GOD he must have been so sweaty after) and then at one point he went onto the drum riser and was like “otto would you rather fuck a swordfish or a flounder?” then pointed the mic at him and otto j giggled and said “i’d rather play fuck about it!” and idk why but that was just so hot to me

o also during loveless’s set julian got rid of a coat(?) or am and threw it side stage and i saw sm catch it and julian was like “thank you so much love you for that” and i SWEAR TO GOD it was otto like it so looked like him i was far away and he was in the dark so i couldn’t 100% see him b i SWEAR i SWEAR it was otto

i don’t have any specific geoff moments i can talk about i think but he was just unfairly gorgeous handsome pretty the whole time i lost my mind.

geoff is the hottest to me b GODDAMN awstens fuckin demeanor Fucked Me Up i can’t stop thinking about it now

-spiral

#ak #gw #ow #spiral anon #HOLY SHIT???#co signed

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goblinselfshippr · 3 months

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Here's uhhh unfinished fic chapter w the info taken out 👉👈 I tagged what I thought of, I can't think of anything else. Mostly just fluff

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Though safety has been promised, when you live a life of empty promises and blatant lies as ⬛⬛⬛⬛ has, you start to wait. Wait for them to get bored with the peace. Wait for them to grow hungry again. Unfortunately, his anxiety starts up mine, and we’re huddled in the corner of his bed. He hasn’t dressed yet, but I’d made the effort to put on my underwear, at least.

“I could fight them off,” he says, but the shake in his voice says he’s unsure, ”I’ll keep them away from you as long as possible.” I stroke his messy brown curls, “No you won’t.” He pulls me a little tighter, nails digging in. I’d told him once that the feeling comforted me. But this time, I kiss his forehead, “Come on. I’ll do your hair.” He shakes his head, burrowing tighter in my chest. He groaned quietly, ”Oh, what does it matter? They only want to see you. I’m just a blubbering drunk to them.” True… no one had seen him since ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ cleaned him up. Except when he slipped up a couple times.

I lean down to his ear with a grin in my voice, “Who says it’s for them? You’re my husband, you know? Not theirs.” Still, he pouts. “We’re running out of time. Let me take care of you,” I pleaded softly. Slowly, he roused, and I tousled his hair with a grin, “Good boy.” He grumps a little, petulantly putting on his slacks and grabbing his dress shirt. He puts it on but doesn’t button it.

I grabbed my spray bottle and some other luxuries I’d begged him to get for his hair. I wrapped a towel around his neck and started spraying down his hair. Then I took the leave in I’d concocted for him and doused him in that, combing through with the long bristled brush. He sighed, relaxing a little as the thirty or so bristles massaged his scalp and guided the knots away. Occasionally I’d stop and press sweet affirmations to his ear with little kisses. Then I took the pomade and used my fingers to encourage his curls to spring up. They needed little guidance. They shimmered a little from the water and unset gel, and the tips were much thinner than his roots now, still left over from his previous life.

It felt rewarding to be able to see his progress in his dark hair, thickened by the years of love and care. I saw it in his clothes too, the way he actually filled them now instead of how they used to hang off him like sheets on a ghost. He was always pretty, I’d thought. He had a portrait of himself stuffed in a closet somewhere in his massive, empty house from when he was 16. The painter had been kind enough to use references from before his ⬛⬛⬛. I’d stared at it for a while, how the golden band made his thick hair bend in and curled around it as if the very fibers of his body wanted to hide the shame and hurt that came with the weight of the crown. I wondered why he’d kept it safe- or if he even knew it was there. He certainly had had no issue destroying the other furniture in his house in his past life. I was too afraid to bring it up. Selfishly scared he’d destroy it too. Take the knife he slept with under the bed and slash through it.

Literally tearing himself apart.

I gently fluffed his drying curls and kissed his cheek. “You’re so pretty.” He grumbled a little at my comment, thinking of something to say that covered the reddening of his face. He decided on: “I’m a guy, you know?” I smiled, “And?” His grumbling continued as he searched for his jacket. I looked at my own clothes, going off of what ⬛⬛⬛⬛ wore. I grabbed my nice black dress with scalloped sleeves, and he stopped me. “Don’t wear that,” he groaned, almost exasperated. I looked up at him in shock, ”What? It looks nice! And we’ll match.” He gave me an easy smile, “We can’t both be in black, hun. We’ll look like a funeral procession.”

“Well what should I wear then?”

#tw alcohol mention #tw past addiction #goblinrambles #❤️[run]

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Of Nightingales and Night Ravens: Chapter 3 - The Rose-Red Tyrant & the Sundrop Song

Chapter: I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII

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Summary: Before the Nightingale, before the Watch, before everything...

In which Yuu tries to do something good. (or, Aftermath I, the first appearance of Healing Incantation)

Yuura is referred to as They.

"You STUPID brats! I am in the right! I am right! ME! Stop getting in my way!"

"I summon thee—!"

"Sleight of Hand!"

“I CAN'T BE WRONG! If I am, then wha—why?—this whole time... what have I been living for?"

"Riddle…"

"Senior Cater, look out!"

"Doodle Suit!"

"Why are you doing this? WHY? Just go away—leave me alone, LEAVE ME ALONE!"

"Take this, you bastard!"

"Ace, NO!"

"Yuu—!"

"Wait!"

"RIDDLE, STOP—!"

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More time must have passed than any of them realized. There's a beautiful sunset just over the horizon, once the warped skies clear and the air is no longer thick with the stifling, sickly-sweet stench of Blot. Watercolor streaks of coral and honey and rose wash over the blue-violet clouds. The ruined shambles of the garden are set ablaze in crimson light.

There's nothing left of the Blot monster—no trace of sluggish tar or shattered glass, once Ace and Deuce dealt the final blow. The only indication that a battle for life-or-death even occurred is the wreckage of the Rose Maze—uprooted rose bushes, mangled hedges, gouges in the earth. That, and—

"Riddle!"

There was so much black, just a few moments ago. Blot like ink—like oil, like tar—thick, and congealed, and glossy dark. Streaming down pallid skin, blooming like old bruises beneath the surface. The fathomless black of slate eyes constricted with fury and madness. A queenly abomination that dripped and gurgled and continued to squirm and writhe even when it was reduced to a disgusting, gelatinous mass on the ground. The darkness of a twisted sky.

It's all red now. Too much red, there's too much red. Where there was once black, it's now just red.

The red sun striking red hair. Growing patches of red on white cloth. Rivulets of red streaming down the young man's temples, pouring from his nose, bubbling from the corners of his gray, parted lips. It's even trickling from the corners of his eyes.

Is blood supposed to be such a bright red?

Trey gets to him first, making a mad dash across the broken ground, skidding on his knees with a painful thud. He clutches Riddle's shoulders with trembling hands. "He's bleeding, why is he still bleeding?" Why is he still dying?

"Trey. Trey, don't shake him," Cater snaps, covering a white-knuckled hand with his own. That eerily serious set to his face is still there. "You're gonna hurt him even more."

Deuce is almost as pale as Riddle when he stumbles over, falling to one knee then the other. "Did—did we kill him?" Even back in high school, he'd never seen so much blood before.

"He's not dead, idiot." Ace stomps over with the Prefect and Grim in tow, having finished chewing the former out for the little stunt they pulled during the fight.

(Were the two seniors not preoccupied by their bleeding Housewarden, they might have demanded to know what was that about? One moment, Ace was in the path of the Blot Queen's rose bush, nothing left but skeletal branches covered in thorns and engulfed in flames. The next, the Prefect was standing in front of him, head ducked and hands clasped to their chest, and then there was a flash of light as the bush was deflected off something, bursting in a shower of charred branches and embers.

(Isn't the Prefect supposed to be practically Magicless?)

Ace releases the Prefect's sleeve, dragging a hand roughly through his hair. Like the other active participants in the fight, he's lightly dusted in gray ash and looking a little worse for wear. His uniform is sooty and rumpled, and when he lowers his left arm, he winces. "We didn't go through all that trouble risking our necks, keeping him alive, just for him to fucking die anyway."

"He's not going to die." Trey shakes Cater's hand off. "We need to get him to the infirmary, now."

"He's bleeding all over the place, how're we supposed to get him through the mirror?" Deuce's eyes are still blown wide, still shaken by everything. The fact that Riddle has already grown paler than him is alarming.

Cater grimaces. "He's in no condition to be moved, and none of us are in any condition to move him without messing him up even more."

"Aren't you two supposed to be our seniors? Can't you do something about it here?"

"I can—"

"Nothing as delicate as internal bleeding or hemorrhaging, excuse you."

"Guys, he's still bleeding!"

"Now's not the time! Riddle's losing too much blood, we need to—"

"Let me—"

"Trey, how are we supposed to—"

"Hey! My henchman's tryin' ta—"

"Where the fuck is the Headmage?"

"Please, just let me—"

"Is he even breathing? Did anyone check his pulse!"

"He's not dead—"

"Please!"

Honestly, they'd forgotten about the Prefect, still standing off to the side. Even with every little way they stood out—too many, almost—it was a little too easy for them to slip away and slip from everyone's minds at times, whether they meant to or not.

It just happens, sometimes. A hard habit to break, after 13, 14 years.

There's an indignant flush to their face—

(—not anger, never anger; not even Ace or Deuce have seen them angry, and if they ever were angry, the two doubt they'd ever be so "selfish" as to be angry for themself—)

—but just as quickly as the group's attention is turned to them, they deflate, shoulders slumping with a heavy sigh. Grim looks offended enough for the both of them, claws caught in the fabric of their pant leg.

"Senior Clover…" They move to kneel by Riddle's head, fiddling with the messy ends of their short hair, then with one of the pendants dangling from their neck. Trey only caught a glimpse of them in the kitchens, that day they made that damn tart that helped kickstart this whole mess. This one is a silver hourglass, filled to the brim with a fine, gray-white powder.

"Senior Trey," they amend, meeting pained gold eyes with an awfully sympathetic gaze. "Housewarden Rosehearts—Riddle is your friend. I can help him. There's something I could do, I can try."

He hesitates, of course. Cater's eyes flicker uneasily between Riddle's still form and the Prefect, and even Ace and Deuce are exchanging wary glances. The Prefect is only a freshman, and a nearly Magicless one at that. They couldn't do anything during the fight against the Overblot. They chose to stand back instead. What can they do about Riddle dying that he can't?

(But they didn't stay out of the fight entirely. No, the moment Ace was in imminent danger, they threw themself in front of him. And then there was that flash of light. What was that?)

"Please," they ask again, their voice barely a whisper. Despite the conviction in them, something old and hurt lurks behind those hazel eyes. Remorse. Regret. Why would their eyes be so guilty when Trey is the reason this entire situation even escalated this badly?

—couldn't let it happen again. Not after

Not another one. Not again.

"Let me help him." They rest a steadying hand atop Grim's head. The proud monster doesn't even bother to give them a half-hearted reprimand. "I can do something."

...at least the Prefect seems to have a plan beyond whatever the four of them were arguing about.

Trey relents, nod firm and lips pursed. "Hurry," he says, squeezing Riddle's right hand between his own. It's limp and ice cold. "He doesn't have much time."

The Prefect murmurs to themself, "Time...," fingers hovering over their pendant, then further up to their throat. Another precious second passes before they strip off their gloves, a delicate hand smoothing the hair back from Riddle's brow, the other resting lightly on his chest.

"Mama, day mne sily..." A deep breath, and then—

"Flower, gleam and glow. Let your power shine…"

This isn't the first time Trey or Cater have heard the Prefect speak in Barren. No, that surprise caught them off guard the day Cater first introduced the trio of freshmen to Trey, when the Prefect started conversing with the Vice Housewarden of Diasomnia, so lively and eager for a dead language. It's extremely rare to hear it outside of high academia, magical incantations, and those fussy, old choral songs they sing in church. The same could be said for Deuce, who was as stunned as they were that day. As for Ace, the first time he heard the Prefect sing, he barely registered that the words were in Barren, too distracted by the fact that the kid and the cat-monster from the Entrance Ceremony were sweeping Main Street after that whole debacle.

None of them have ever heard Barren Tongue sung so warmly or kindly before. Like a wish—a plea. A plea for Riddle’s life.

The Prefect—Yuura closes their eyes and bows their head as if in prayer. Grim leans into their side, a solid, stable weight to focus on. Warmth and heat in stark contrast to Riddle's claminess and chill. "Make the clock reverse. Bring back what once was mine…"

Beneath their fingertips, golden light glows like sunbeams on a summer afternoon, as gentle and warm as their song. It seems to sink into Riddle's skin just as the warmth of Yuura's voice sinks into the tired, weary bones of those listening. Dry and sticky trails of blood flake away into red dust. A flush of color slowly returns to his cheeks, his lips, the lids of his eyes, overtaking the sickly gray pallor. His hand grows warm in Trey’s desperate grasp.

Cater barely smothers a gasp in the cuff of his sleeve. "No way, it, it can't… Der Zauberspruch?"

Trey can only spare him a quick side-glance—that was Pyroxisch; what could have shocked him enough to make Cater slip into his Native tongue?—before Riddle starts to bloom.

"Heal what has been hurt…" Wispy tendrils of light spiral from the part of his lips, the space above his heart.

"Change the Fates' design." They dance above their heads, twirling and winding and entwining, brushing against their hair and faces in tender caresses. Ace can already feel the ache in his shoulder fading. Deuce, the nicks and scratches from close calls with the Overblot's rose bush. Cater, the bruises from when Riddle seized him. Trey, the sting in his throat from when he screamed.

"Save what has been lost…" From Riddle's mouth and heart, gorgeous lilies of pure sunlight unfurl, ethereal and ephemeral, dissipating just as quickly as they appeared. They cast his face and Yuura's own in brilliant gold.

"Bring back what once was mine..."

Yuura inhales sharply, a soft gasp. Their stuttering heart echoes in the shudder in their voice, the faint tremors in their hands. Trembling on a precipice, on the edge of something miraculous...

They only just refrain from jerking away from the hand that touches their own, only just.

"...was einst war mein," Cater offers, low and soft. And then there's Trey's broad hand covering Yuura's own, and the shuffle of feet as two more hands rest firmly on their shoulders. Ace and Deuce.

Grim nudges their side as Yuura breathes deep again, and sighs.

"...what once was mine."

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"Mm...? Tr—Trey? What in the world...?"

"Riddle!"

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"Hey, Prefect, get up. Prefect? Yuu. Yuu!"

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"Der Zauberspruch. Literally just the Magic Spell. Gotta be the nicest Song to come out of Pyroxene... and even the original words for that were lost."

"Then how did the Prefect—how did Yuu...?"

"I don't know. I really don't know."

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The bands still sting, a bit. Was difficult to talk, right after waking up. I don't think I care much. RR in the infirmary. HM and Maddox said he's made a full recovery.

I'm glad.

#my writing #twisted wonderland #twst #of nightingales and night ravens #onanr #twisted wonderland yuu #twst yuu #twisted wonderland fanfic

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beantothemax · 9 months

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Therion was quiet but Olberic slept light. He was always on alert, even in his rest. The door clicked shut and the room was dark again. With a sigh, Olberic stood and threw on his coat and boots. It wasn't the first time Therion snuck off without warning.

His search was short lived as he found the thief half hidden by a bush near the water.

"Stupid Heathcote, didn't have to make it so tight," Therion... Cried?

Olberic approached him. Therion looked up and nearly jumped out of his skin.

"Oh, it's just you," he murmured.

"May I sit?" Olberic asked.

"Go ahead."

Therion knelt by the riverbank, both hands dipped in the water. His left hand was massaging his right wrist. A deep red line marked the spot where the fool's bangle was. It was just loose enough to move it a bit. The mark ached and itched every second it was there.

It was sad to see.

Olberic started, "Alfyn probably has some kind of herb that can help with-"

"It stops working after a day," Therion growled.

He watched as the thief desperately rubbed the mark on his wrist as tears trickled down his cheeks. It wasn't the first time the feeling of wearing that damned fool's bangle had made him act like this.

He had an odd sensitivity to things that were too tight. A shirt that no longer fit would be torn to shreds if he struggled to take it off and he refused to even enter caves if the ceiling was too low. Perhaps it was severe claustrophobia, or maybe an aversion to the feeling of being caught.

Olberic wanted to put a hand on his shoulder and tell him that he'd be okay, but such a thing would only anger Therion further. The fool's bangle was overwhelming enough, he didn't need another feeling ontop of it.

Eventually, the numbness of the cold water became worse than the ache from the fool's bangle. Therion pulled his hands from the water and dried them in his cape. He sighed as he leaned back on the thick bush. His tired eyes fell on Olberic.

"Are you gonna leave?" he asked.

But the warrior shook his head. He pulled something from his pocket and sat beside Therion. The thief moved some inches further from him. There always had to be just a bit of space between him and anyone else.

"During the war, I was kept as a prisoner of some time and I was handcuffed non stop for several weeks," he started, "they dug into my skin and left wounds."

Olberic rolled up his sleeves to show thin scars along his wrists that had long since healed. He doubted that Therion even glanced at them.

"I made a bracelet out of some old rags to put under the handcuffs and it helped with the soreness. Do you want to try that?" he asked.

Olberic showed him the fabric bracelet in his hand. It was likely only some millimeters thick, but it was several centimeters wide, meaning it'd cover his entire wrist.

"Sure, why not? I've got nothing to lose," Therion reached out his hand.

Olberic careful wrapped the bracelet around his wrist, making sure it didn't cut off his circulation. He placed the fool's bangle back over the bracelet and looked expectantly at the thief, "well?"

Therion carefully inspected the bracelet. It was tight, but in a different way from the handcuff. The fabric was soft, it was a nice change from the cold, hard band of shame.

"It's fine."

The warrior stood with a smile. He offered the thief his hand, which he accepted. The two of them returned to the inn. For once, Therion slept well. The feeling of steel on his wrist was gone, instead replaced by a kind gift.

AAAAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE THIS SO SO SO MUCH !!!!!!!!!!

olberic and therion is not a dynamic I have given much thought before but now im officially invested in these two

olberic trying to give theri the space he needs… and… and his whole story about the handcuffs and the lil fabric………

GOD theri suffering because of how tight the bangle is hurts my heart. there is. probably some kind of deeper meaning you could read into a mark of shame causing physical pain to him but. regardless…

and the whole pet at the end!!!! theri taking olberic’s hand and actually getting a good night’s sleep for once!!!! and the last line!!!!!! it’s a reminder of a gift now!!!! aaaaaaa!!!!!!

#asks #pie-knight #inbox fic

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eightysixed · 1 year

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She didn’t know why she was meeting him again, especially here. It was so dirty. For someone who was so clean that not even dirt stuck to the bottoms of her 4-inch Sophia Websters, she was finding herself enshrouded by the filth of this parking lot. A homeless looking man was staring at her. She tried not to show disgust, but her upper lip curled, and she tapped her toes impatiently waiting, in the cold and just-rained backlot waiting, waiting. Not sure what she was even waiting for.

She couldn’t remember when she’d seen him last without blood on his face. He liked that, though, revelled in it. The more blood the better, of course that was always the way.

A car drove past with headlights on and she backed up to avoid the splash of a puddle, pressing herself closer to a doorway that would at least partway conceal her. She didn’t want to be seen tonight, or any night really that she was meeting him. He drew crowds, large ones. And married women were not supposed to be seen in surreptitious parking lots at one in the morning.

“You couldn’t wear anything less conspicuous?” he said, and she immediately swivelled to the voice. She saw the cherry flare up ember-orange before she saw his face. It was hooded.

“And you couldn’t wait until too fucking late,” she responded. Now people were definitely going to notice them. She pulled her coat closer. “I don’t like this.”

“Does he know you’re out so late?”

She rolled her lashes skywards, heavy and thick as bear fur. She was close to leaving, so close, one heel turned slightly at angle, as if she was ready to sprint out of there at any sign of something. There were plenty of signs already.

“I mean it.”

“He’s out of town.”

“Oh. Is that why you came?”

The smoke smelled nasty and she wanted to pluck the cigarette out of his hands and stomp on it. She was not a violent person, though every now and then she got pushed to it — everyone did, that was human. But ten seconds in his presence and she was thinking the worst things.

“I...forget it. Don’t know why I came.” She swallowed the ‘came’. Huddled her arms tighter like she was cold and looked anywhere but at his face. There were goosebumps under her trenchcoat, but not from the rain.

“Uhuh. Look, if you wait five more minutes, we can get out of here.”

“I don’t have five more minutes.”

“You came here to tell me that?” He broke into a smile. She had missed it.

“Yes, actually.” No, she hadn’t come here for that. She had come here for the other thing. But looking at him, she knew. This was it. “I came here to say there won’t be any more. No more.” She tried to stop herself from having a panic attack, but it was hard. She was the kind of person who wore her heart on her sleeve, on both sleeves, and her pinafore, and everywhere else that was visible, every stitch of fabric. She couldn’t hide as much as a there-and-gone guilty twitch.

“You don’t sound so sure.”

Fuck this motherfucker. Fuck all the misery he had brought upon her just by virtue of being himself and everything he stood for.

But maybe she could be convincing, for once in her life. Sometimes she could be scary. She was going to channel that. She kept her eyes open, poised, a fox stood on all four haunches ready to dart — or attack. “I am. In fact, I’m going to leave now, and you’re not going to call me, you’re not going to text me, you’re going to forget I exist and that’s how this is going to go.”

“Wait, what?” Now he looked confused, and she could see that she got him. He flicked the cigarette aside, and it landed in a puddle. Another car drove by. She turned her back to it. “You’re serious now.” It was a question and statement all at once.

“Yes. I’m tired of your fu—I’m tired of this shit, and I’m done with it. I’m just done. That’s it. Okay? That was all.”

He could see the hurt on his face, she had broke through and gotten to him. Maybe it hurt her even more than she was hurting him right now, this much she could also tell, because she could see him building up the walls, every second that went by, that he looked at her. It didn’t take all that many seconds before the wall was impenetrable. But even there, behind that wall, she could see it. The well of a tear that would refuse to fall. He never let anybody see him cry, not even his own reflection.

“Yeah? Alright,” he said, nodding. He licked his lips and looked up, looked like he was about to take off for the hills and never come back. She didn’t know what she was doing, just that she had to do it. In an eve or two she’d call Neil, cry to him yet again. He’d invite her over and pour her a large goblet of Merlot from the grapes he grew in his garden, and she’d talk and talk and vent and pour all of herself down the drain and he’d comfort her with his words. Neil was always good like that. It wouldn’t help, but it sure would soothe. Not that anything was soothing her in this moment right here. She prayed to every spirit out there that she wouldn’t cry.

“You never wanna see me again? I can do that. Easy. Say no more, your highness.” He laughed in that really sick way she hated. Just before the wedding, he’d done that too. “You’ll never see me again.” He decided to make good on that promise starting now, and before she could even say another word more, he had vanished.

She had no business standing there any longer, someone was bound to find her, some nosy late night jogger, they were always all over the place in this town. She had crossed the length of the parking lot before she knew she had.

“Miss?” An unfamiliar voice called her. “Miss?” It called her two more times before she stopped in her hurried catwalk, turned on her heel to look. He caught up to her. “You dropped this.”

The white tie belt had slipped from her trenchcoat and now it was dirty, brown and wet.

“Thanks,” she said, taking it from the chubby hands. He stared at her for longer than was probably appropriate.

“Is everything good?” She nodded.

She tried not to make a scene at the train depot but it happened anyway. Sat opposite a mother and son with a panda backpack, the sweetest child that usually, under better circumstances, she would have smiled at. She would have unclipped one of the butterflies from her shoe and given it to him. But now all she was did was bury her head in her hands. Someone came over to check on her, one of the weary attendants that swept the perimeter. “You alright, ma’am?” Attracting too much attention when she wanted none, the story of her life. But perhaps the way she was hunched over, he thought she was drunk, or out of it somehow. It was raining outside now, hadn’t let up since before she got in the uber to the station.

“Yes. I’m fine.” She thanked him. The concern stayed etched on his face, but seeing her upright, he eventually left. He too, had things to do. Outside it rained, and inside it rained as well, the rain creeping into the platform past the arches that protected and sheltered the rest of it from the elements. Had it worked? She wasn’t sure. There had been so many ‘last times’. This one felt more final than most. She needed it to be true.

Hey...are you awake? Sorry I know it’s late. Ignore this if you’re sleeping or half asleep. Haha.

She sent the text to Neil. Then she regretted it. Maybe Curtis would’ve been a better idea. He wouldn’t ask questions. While she pondered over what she had done and what couldn’t be undone, what should have been or should not, her phone reminded her why she hated them and believed they were satan incarnate. A new memory for you! On this day, 2 years ago:

She opened it. She dry swallowed. She wanted to throw her phone onto the train tracks just as a train passed by. But no train was in sight, not even hers, which was due. The wait felt excruciating and unending.

#self para #idk what this is

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prettywhenibleed · 1 year

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𝖂𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖋𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖘 (Wildflowers)

Chapter Two

TravelerFem!OC x Billy The Kid (Bill and Ted)

TW: None

When I woke up the next morning, the butterflies I was feeling came back tenfold. Today was the day of Billy and I’s date and I am so nervous. I wanted to look nice but not too nice, like I put in waaaaay too much effort for a date and embarrass myself. I didn’t really know what to expect, so I decided to just go with a nice, simple and flowy white dress. The sleeves were billowy and reached a bit below my elbows, the top half of the dress was tight but the skirt went out and would flow in the wind. I opted out of the corset, not wanting to struggle for breath while on my date. I often didn’t wear a corset, only occasionally when we went into town. The shoes that I wore were simple and brown. I washed and got dressed before I sat at my vanity and brushed my hair. I didn’t really like putting it up as it was long and thick, so putting it up kind of hurt and gave me a headache. After I was done getting ready, I realized that I still had a few hours until I was supposed to meet up with Billy. I guess my nerves got the best of me and made me get ready too early. I decided to go outside and sit by my favorite tree and read for a while. It was hard to focus on my book, my head was filled with thoughts of Billy and what we would do, where we would go. Did he have anything planned or am I overthinking all of this? Eventually, I was able to stop my brain from overthinking for long enough to get some reading done and soon, it was time for me to head out and meet up with Billy. As I made my way to our meeting spot, which wasn’t too far from where I lived, I started to feel that already familiar warmth start to spread through my body. After yesterday and after what my mother had told me, I knew that it probably meant that Billy must already be there. I wasn’t too far away, maybe only a few more minutes. I didn’t have to wait too long to find out because Billy started to come into view. I smiled at the sight of him. He was standing next to his horse, nervous smile on his face and a bunch of wildflowers tightly gripped in his large hands. It was honestly a very sweet sight. As he watched me approach, he quickly removed his hat and greeted me. “Howdy beautiful.” He said as he handed me the flowers. “I got you these, thought you might like them.” He said as I took them from him, our fingers lightly brushing and sending a small jolt of warm electricity through my hand. “Hi and thank you Billy, they’re beautiful.” I told him as I looked at the flowers in my hands and then back up at him. “Not as beautiful as you.” He flirted, putting his hat back on his head. My cheeks flushed at his words, which he must have noticed as he smirked. “So, Ali. How’d you feel about going for a ride with me?” Billy asked, using his head to gesture to his horse. I smiled at the nickname and felt my cheeks heat up once again. “I would love to go for a ride with you.” I told him. Billy helped me up onto his horse then he himself got on. Once we were situated, he took my arms and wrapped them around his torso. “You’re going to want to hold on tight.” He informed me as he looked back at me. I gave him a nod and tightened my hold on him. “Ready?” He asked. “Ready.” As soon as the word left my mouth, we were off. No wonder he wanted me to hold on tight. Not that I minded. Being so close to him made that warmth spread through my entire body until I was sure that I might be as red as a tomato. After a while, we slowed down a bit and not long after that, we stopped. I looked around and spotted what looked like a small picnic.

Billy got down off of the horse then turned to help me down. As I slid down off of the horse, he grabbed hold of my waist and gave it a small but firm squeeze. I knew that I was beet red once again from the look on his face. Once my feet were on the ground, he pulled me a bit closer to him and looked down at me with a flirtatious smile. “Might I say, you look awfully cute all red like that, darlin.” God it was so easy for him to get you all flustered. He let out a light chuckle before taking your hand and leading you over to where he had laid out a blanket. “I’m just messin…. You do look cute though.” He said as the two of you sat down.

Billy had gone out earlier that morning in order to find the perfect sport for your date today. He had managed to get some sleep, however it was only a few hours. He was used to little sleep though, so it didn’t bother him too much. Billy had ridden around for a few hours before he found the perfect sport for the little picnic that he had planned. It was in a secluded enough area that the two of you wouldn’t be disturbed by anyone that lived in town. He had managed to find a beautiful meadow with some wildflowers in it and a large tree. He thought the tree would be the perfect spot for the two of you to sit under while you ate and talked. After setting everything up, he had laid out a blanket and on top he had a basket with some food and drink for the two of you to share, he stood back and looked everything over. It was simple but nice and he just hoped that you would like it. He has never done anything like this before, let alone for a woman, a woman that he couldn’t seem to get out of his head. From the second that Billy saw you, he was a goner. Thoughts and images of you plagued his mind. Though it didn’t bother him at all. He never wanted to have anything or anyone but you on his mind from now on. He was in love, as crazy as it sounds, having only met you yesterday. Billy decided to go to where you were set to meet him and just sit there and wait until you came. It would be hours until you came, but he didn’t care. He would wait for you until the end of time if he had to. Luckily for him, it wouldn’t take that long. When he saw you approach, all the nerves that had previously calmed down, came back to life. You looked so breathtaking. Your dress flowing in the breeze along with your hair. He didn’t even realize that his grip on the flowers he had picked for you had tightened. Quickly remembering his manners, Billy removed his hat and greeted you, handing you the flowers. Your fingers lightly brushed against his and he felt instant sparks on his skin. Billy flirted with you a bit, causing you to turn all shades of red which he thought was just adorable. Deciding that it was time to head off to where you were to have your date, He turned to you and asked if you wanted to go for a ride with him, to which you thankfully accepted. Having you behind him on his horse, you being so close to him and your arms wrapped around him made his heart flutter. He felt your grip tighten as he got his horse to quicken its pace, smiling to himself as you leaned into him. Once you both had gotten to where he had set things up, he got down off of his horse, quickly turning to help you down as well. Billy couldn’t help but give your waist a teasing squeeze as he helped you. Pulling you close to him once your feet were planted on the ground, he grinned. Your face turned a dark shade of red, causing him to let out a chuckle and tease you a little. He would never want to make you feel uncomfortable or anything like that, it was just lighthearted and flirty. You responded well to it, much to his relief.

Billy and I spent most of the day out there in the field. I told him how much I loved the picnic that he had planned for us and that it was a beautiful spot for it. We talked about anything and everything, getting to know each other quite well. The more time that I spent with Billy, the deeper I fell in love with him. I was hoping that the looks he had been giving me and the light touches here and there were signs that maybe he was feeling the same way. Billy and I sat there, me leaning into him while he had one of his arms wrapped around me, and we watched as the sun slowly sunk down into the horizon. We had stayed out there all day and if I was being honest, I didn’t want to leave yet but I knew that I would have to be heading home, lest my parents start to worry about me. I turned my head to look at Billy to tell him that I should be heading home now, only to find him already staring at me. The look on his face was one that I could only describe as lovestruck. “I know it’s rude to stare, but I just can’t seem to keep my eyes off of you, darlin.” Billy told me, his free hand coming up to brush the back of his fingers against my cheek. Every time our skin touched, it was like jolts of electricity and the most comforting warmth that I have ever felt, spread through my body. “Well unfortunately, I have to be heading home now.” I told him. Though, I wanted to stay here with him forever. Billy nodded, getting to his feet then offering me his hands to help me up as well. “Of course. Can’t have those folks of yours getting too worried about you.” I stared at Billy for a few moments, our hands still connected, before speaking. “Will I see you again? Tomorrow maybe?” I asked. I was slightly nervous that he might say no, but that thought was quickly washed away by the large smile that took over his face as he answered. “I would love nothing more, darlin.” The ride home was silent but far from awkward. I laid my head against Billy’s back with my arms wrapped around him as we rode back. We weren’t going nearly as fast as before though. Billy insisted on taking me all the way home, not just to where we met up, and right to my doorstep since it was so late. Standing in front of my door, we said our goodbyes. “Goodnight Billy. Thank you again for a wonderful day. I had lots of fun.” I told him with a smile. Billy took my hand in his, bringing it to his lips. “It was my pleasure. Goodnight, Ali.” He said, before pressing his lips to the back of my hand, kissing it. I watched as he walked back over to his horse, hopped on and rode off into the night. Once he was out of sight, I went inside and let out a breath that I didn’t even know that I was holding. I was practically swooning. “Have a nice time did you, honey?” My mother asked me from the couch where her and my father were both sitting. I looked over to them with the biggest smile on my face. “I think that might be a yes.” My father joked. “I had an amazing day.” I told them as they watched me practically float to my room. “I hope he was a gentleman!” My father called out. I laughed and answered. “He was!” “Good!” I heard both of my parents say at the same time before laughing quietly to themselves.

As time went by, about 4 or so months, Billy and I met up almost every day. Always at the same place. Our place. Billy had made our relationship official the very next day after our first date by asking me to be his girl. I of course said yes. Billy and I have gotten extremely close over the months. My parents haven’t quite let him come inside the house yet though, as there are a few modern things around. Maybe one day. That is also another thing. I haven’t told Billy about me being a traveler yet. I don’t even know how I would go about beginning that conversation with him. But I do know that it will need to be brought up at some point, so I might as well do it sooner rather than later. If what my mother told me about our soulmates and about when she told my father, it shouldn’t go too horribly. Today Billy and I were meeting up at our spot again, like we do most days. The only days we don’t, or more can’t, meet up, are the days when Billy goes off to do, well, let’s just say I know what he does but as long as he is okay at the end of the day, I don’t ask too many questions. I knew before we went on our first date who and what Billy was. When I got to our spot in the meadow, under the large tree, I saw that Billy was already there. I smiled at the sight of him and picked up my pace until I was standing right in front of him. “Well howdy there little lady. Fancy seeing such a beautiful thing like you all the way out here.” Billy teased, the corners of his mouth curled up in a sweet and flirty smile. I shook my head and let out a quiet laugh as I sat down next to him. “I don’t know. I was just passing by and I saw a very handsome man over here and thought I’d come say hi. Hi.” I shot back, sending him my own teasing smile. That caused Billy to laugh before he brought his hands up to my face to pull me into a sweet kiss. I immediately returned the kiss. As we parted, Billy reached up to take his hat off of his head and plop it down on mine, pulling another laugh from me. “Looks good on you, darlin.” He said with a laugh. I adjusted the hat and looked at him. “Howdy.” I said to him as I tipped the hat in his direction. The next few hours were spent as they usually were. Us laying under the tree, talking, joking, laughing and just enjoying each other's company while occasionally stealing sweet kisses from each other. Rolling onto my side and propping myself up on my elbow, I looked over at Billy as he laid there on his back, his hat now over his face as he seemed to be asleep. “You’re starin.” I heard his slightly muffled voice say from under his hat. He lifted his hat up then moved to mirror my position. “What’s wrong with me staring at you? You’re very handsome and I like admiring you.” I told him with a soft smile. He returned my smile and leaned in for a kiss, which I happily accepted, as I always did. “Not a thing.” He said quietly as our lips parted but our faces were still only a couple inches from each other. I thought to myself that it was now or never. I should tell Billy about me being a traveler. I took a deep breath as I sat up. Billy gave me a worried look as he sat up as well. “You alright, Ali?” He asked, concern clear in his voice and on his face. I gave him a small smile. “Billy, I-. There’s something that I need to tell you.” I started. I watched as he nodded. “You know you can tell me anythin.” He said, giving me a reassuring smile as he took my hands in his and gave them a squeeze. The feeling of his hands helped ground me a bit. “My family has a certain secret. It’s something that only affects the women.” I looked up at Billy to see him listening intently, his eyes never leaving me. So I continued. “We. God this is going to sound crazy and you may not even believe me but. We can travel through time.” I finally told him. I watched Billy’s face, trying to gauge his reaction.

I started to think that not only did he not believe me, he was thinking that I was crazy and was probably about to run away. Well, that was until he spoke up. A big smile on his face, he let out a laugh. “As it just so happens, I have a couple friends that can do the same thing. Bill and Ted. Do you know them?” Billy said. It took me a few seconds to register what he had just said to me. “Wait. Not only do you believe me, you know other travelers?” I asked him in shock. I couldn’t believe it. While I was happy that he believed me, I was very confused as to these other travelers. I wonder if my parents knew about this… Billy explained to me about how he met Bill and Ted and how they used a phone booth to travel. “Wait. They used a phone booth?” I asked. “Yes ma’am. Took me for quite the ride. Why? Isn’t that how you get around?” He asked, a slightly confused look on his face. I let out a small laugh and shook my head. “No. No it’s not. My family and I can just, you know…. Do it. We just think of and concentrate on when and where we want to go and, we are there.” I told him. Billy seemed a bit taken aback by this new information. “Well. Ain’t you somethin special.” He told me with a smile on his face.

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