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imawa-borderland-dweller · 1 year

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Chapter 2 of Happy Citizen Family Fic and K♡

Chapter 2: "The demon within you"

"Shariya, stay calm, don't do anything rash,"

"You stay out of this! This is between me and him. Oh and speaking of, care to share what you did? Huh?" Kuzu's attempt at a pacifier speech was interrupted by the armed man as he began to recount the earlier happenings.

"This fucker had found a damn gun with actual fucking working bullets. Took it back, and tried to shoot and kill me. Thankfully, I reacted fast enough, and now the tables are all turned, eh?"

Ah, so that's what happened.

"Anyway, I don't give a fuck what you guys thought I was going to do. That doesn't matter. What matters now is that this bastard doesn't get any short of what I wanna give him." Shariya said threateningly to his hostage. "It'll be best for us all if he's the king too, right? Two birds with one stone."

"Please please please I won't do it again please please please I'm not the king don't kill me!!" His hostage, on the other hand, didn't seem very interested in playing along with his captor's sick game.

"Nah, you know what? It'll be too boring if I just kill you here. You will be coming with me, and you'll die for me if those card soldiers or whatever they want come for me, ok?" Shariya was now speaking more like Mira. With her usual speaking attitude and demeanour, one might mistake her for a ghost and think that she had possessed him.

But there she was, smirking to herself as the other three citizens rolled their eyes at another of Mira's dark jokes.

"Anyway, how far have you all advanced into the maze?" Shariya returned to his usual gangster look and attitude. Looks like Mira's soul had left his body.

Mira gave everyone the look again. You know, the "this-is-getting- boring-now-that-everyone's-stopped-mass-murdering" look. Just another ordinary day for Mira.

"Oh! Uh... we've just... reached a door... and we need someone to activate the mechanism... but that means we need to... leave someone behind..." Seeing that Shariya's gaze had fallen upon her, the young girl choked out a few words out of fear of becoming his next victim.

It was pretty interesting to note that none of the four in the gang said anything about this or even made conveyed any emotion about it at all. Well, except for Mira, of course, with the occasional creepy-therapist- laughs and smirks.

But Ryuunosuke was not to be forgotten in all this. As the currently most dangerous person in the room conversed with the scared- silly young girl, he was busy turning the tables in his favour now.

Left half gasping for air and half bleeding out from his knife wounds, Ryuunosuke spotted the gun he found lying on the table they had gotten their phones, all forgotten by Shariya now.

"Ooh, now it's getting interesting" commented Mira as she watched the half-dead man reach for his life "saviour". Again the others just rolled their eyes.

This was how he was going to turn the tables.

His bloodied hands reaching for the gun, he steadied himself to shoot it. He knew it wasn't easy to shoot someone, let alone kill him. But he wasn't going to kill him, just do as he did to him.

A taste of his own medicine.

Before he knew it, he was gathering the strength to stand up and had fired multiple shots at Shariya and was filled with pure rage.

He let the thoughts consume his mind.

The demonic thoughts.

The demon within him.

"You...fucker..." Shariya let out his last words before fainting of blood loss.

"..." Kuzu reacted slightly to the sight of the man's last words.

"You're not gonna kill me. Oi! That girl over there! You said the trial needed us to leave someone behind right? Well..."

"Huh?! Uh... I don't know...uh..."

"Well, do you want to be the sacrifice?" Ryuunosuke pointed his gun at the little girl.

"N-n-n-No!! Uh... ok..." The little girl frighteningly dragged the gangster man's body to the plate.

Kyuma watched this all happen, and wondered if there would ever come a day he would have to kill one of his friends himself.

As Shariya's weight pressed against the plate, the door slid open and Ryuunosuke quickly slipped in before Shariya could have time to wake up. The others soon quickly followed.

Again another trial was before them. This time it was simply a closed door with no mechanics to open it. Just as they were pondering how to get the door to open, faint sounds of thumping could be heard coming from the direction of the maze entrance.

Shariya? He escaped? No, it couldn't be.

No, they sounded more like... soldiers marching.

The card soldiers.

The card knights.

The card knights were here.

"The card knights are here," Kuzu quickly shouted to let everyone hear, "everyone run!"

"To where?" He could hear a woman shout. This fucking door won't open!"

Well, Kyuma couldn't exactly disagree with that one.

Mira and Shiirabi both rolled their eyes at that, even they knew nothing on how to get the door open.

Kuzu, as usual, showed no emotion about that on his face.

"Shit! The card knights are here!" Another man screamed as everyone turned their heads to the direction he was pointing in.

From the seemingly locked door came many soldiers whose bodies were just playing cards with hands, legs and armour attached to them.

They had all manner of weapons-knives, guns, lasers, acid, bombs, you name it, they had it.

"Ahhh! Uh... you! I'm gonna hide behind you!" Said the little girl who just instinctively his behind the person closest to her.

As she did that, everyone else just collectively hid behind him as well.

The gang just went with the flow and hid behind the man too.

"What the... you traitors!" Ryuunosuke hissed at the people who were hiding behind him.

Before he had any time to react, though, the card knights pulled out a drone- like device and launched it into the air. It created a barrier around Ryuunosuke and immediately fired the deadly body-cutting lasers- feared by many.

"Aaaaaa! Aaaaaaa! Aaaaaagghhhhhh!" Ryuunosuke's pained shrieks resounded loudly as the lasers carefully, slowly and rather painfully cut through his flesh.

Many people either covered their eyes or closed them. They didn't want to look at the "messy remains" that were left.

The gang was probably the only one brave enough to see everything that was happening to the poor man. After all, they had seen much worse things.

"Aghhhhhhhhh, guuuuuhhhhh" Those were now Ryuunosuke's last words.

Now mechanical sounds could be heard coming from behind the door as Ryuunosuke's blood spoiled all over the floor.

The door was open.

The card knights, seeing this, turned and left.

The interesting thing was, Shiirabi realised that Ryuunosuke's blood revealed words written on the floor.

"Hey guys, come take a look at this,"

"The vampire among you is bloodthirsty, spill the blood of one among you to quench his thirst, and he will let you into his abode.

There you go, Chapter 2 done! Again, any constructive criticism or feedback on how to improve is very much welcome! Also I just realised I'm starting to center the story around the game and not the gang dynamic anymore so I'll try to focus more on the gang the next chapter. Again, thanks for reading until the end! 😀

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4aloysius-porteu · 3 years

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Beat Saber

pairing: kaminari denki x reader

wc: 1277

genre: fluff

You woke up from your sleep for the reason you don't know because its still dark. Your sleepy eyes looked at your phone to know the time.

It was 3:24 in the morning.

Your eyes closed again and hugged the pillow beside you in attempt to go back to sleep, but in vain. It was cold, but its not enough to lull you to slumber. You couldn't sleep, so you got up of your bed and walked out of your dorm.

You yawned as you walked in the dark halls and reached the balcony of the building. You opened the door and the frigid breeze of air greeted you, with a sky covered with faint clouds. You leaned your head in your hand and sighed. Who else would be awake at this time?

'What should I do now... I'm so bored...' You thought.

That's when an idea struck your brain. You rushed back inside to get something in your room and turned on the lights in the living room. You suddenly became so excited because you remembered the gaming console you bought yesterday night. You opened the box and squealed.

Its Beat Saber, a video game released last year and it got famous because of its gameplay and the level of coolness. The only way to describe it is that its a game where the DJ and Star Wars meet.

You assembled the cables and the parts to their ports. Almost everything was set, all was left is to you to wear the VR Glasses. You glanced to the clock once again.

"Gaming at 3:35am? Cool, but im'ma post this in IG later. " You shrugged.

You were about to wear the glasses when you heard the elevator rung and opened. It revealed your sleepy boyfriend, who was shocked in sight of you.

"(Y/N)? What are you doing at this time?" Kaminari said as he walked towards you.

"I could be asking you the same thing, you know." You replied.

"Well, I fell off on my bed and my head hurt so I can't go back to sleep anymore and I was going to apply hot compress and then I saw you."

"I woke up for no reason and I was bored so I thought of playing this video game."

"Video game? What's the name?" He asked.

You exclaimed, "Its Beat Saber!"

His eyes widened, "For real?! That's cool! Lemme see!"

"Welp, you said you're going to apply some hot compress to your head, didn't you?"

"Yeah, right."

You chuckled, "Why do you still fall off the bed?"

He replied in the kitchen, "Why do you still play video games?"

"Cus its awesome,"

"Isn't it awesome to fall off the bed too? You should try!"

"You wish!"

After a few minutes, you asked him, "Hey, how do you know the game?"

"My neighbor played it with me once. The graphics are very lit, and I always feel like a DJ every time I play it. Plus, its all over on my social media, even if its released a year ago already. "

Oh, right. Denki likes trendy things so its impossible for him not to know this VG.

You turned to him, "Wanna watch?"

"Definitely." He answered and sat on the couch.

You connected the game into the TV to allow him to watch your game. You chose your favorite song to play and pressed the start button. While waiting for the actual start, you asked him.

"Denki, is the game hard?"

"What do you think?"

"I think its easy."

"Nope, its not. Find it out yourself. Goodluck!"

You sighed and started smashing the floating tiles coming in your direction with your swords. When the song reached its middle, it gradually became faster, so the tiles came more quick, increasing the difficulty. You barely hit the tiles.

"Uwaaah, Denki, its so hard!!" You said while trying to hit all the tiles in one hit.

"I told you so! You could've started with Twinkle, Twinkle if you want it easy."

"No way! It'll be boring!"

He shrugged and continued to watch you, while you desperately try to be a Jedi to get a high score.

The song ended, with a score of 48,687.

Denki laughed at you, "Haha! That's not even in the half of my high score!"

"Don't laugh at me, I just started the game." You pouted.

"On the first time played it, I got a score of 196,458."

"Holy cow, really?!"

"Yeah, I still have the screenshot though. Here." He showed me the photo.

"You should've told me earlier so you can demo the game to me!"

"I thought you were a pro."

"I was never a pro in any game! You are!"

"Hey, now, I'm not that pro. Okay?"

"But you know how to play it quickly! Teach me!"

He sighed and made his way beside me, "If you insist..."

You started to play the song again and waited for the tiles to come. Denki moved at your back and held the both of your arms to guide you.

You blushed at the loss of words and his closeness to you.

"In this way, my quirk won't be able to interfere." He said. You let out a nervous laugh.

The tiles came Denki began to move your arms to the right direction and hit the tiles without ease. Damn, he's so good at playing these kind of games!

"Just move your arms faster and give 'em a little stretch to reach the high and low ones," He demonstrated, "Also, watch for your timing. That gets you every time."

"This is that complicated?" You asked.

"Yeah, it is but I'm not calculating anything. You know how dumb I am so I just enjoy the whole game!"

He let go of your arms to let you control the swords in the middle of the song, "Now, you try it, baby!"

As the quick tiles came, you followed the beats and sliced each of the tiles clean. Up, down, left, right and repeat. Your timing is exact on the music.

Denki snaked his arms to your hips, "That's better."

Blood rushed up to your face, "Hey, D-Denki, let go! I can't play p-properly!"

He placed his chin on your shoulder, "Nah, you can. You're secretly enjoying this anyway." He smirked.

"No, I'm not!" You defended, even if your faced looked like a tomato by now.

"Yes, you are." He leaned in and kissed your cheek.

You almost fainted in that moment, but you managed to finish the game. In the end, you got a score of 153,390.

"W-Wow, what a score..." You mumbled.

"Nice one, (Y/N)! You almost beat my score! I told you it'll be fun!"

You removed the VR Glasses and hugged him, "Uh... I-I enjoyed it b-because... you p-played with... with me..."

"You know, I'll play that VG with you all over again. And you're also cute when you get flustered." He poked your cheek.

You hid your face in his chest, "S-Shut up..."

You broke the hug when you remembered something. "Wait, Denki."

You grabbed your phone and opened the camera to take a picture. Both of you posed and smiled for it. Once its done, you instantly posted it in IG with a caption of "Gaming at 3:51am"

After that, he scooped you up in his arms again, "Aww, I'm so lucky to have a cute, gamer girlfriend like (Y/N)!"

"Well, I'm also lucky to have a handsome, goofy boyfriend like you, Denki."

#denki kaminari #mha #mha denki #denki kaminari imagine #bnha denki #kaminari x y/n #kaminari x reader #beat saber #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #denki headcanons #denki x reader #bnha x reader #bnha x you #bnha

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ambivalent-anarchy · 4 years

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Hurts So Bad... (Part 3)

The Week That Flashed By (Part 1/3)

Masterlist

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: For the first time, Peter Parker meets someone he has no idea how to save...

Warning: angst(obviously), mentions of suicide, depression, self-harm, drug use, me just exposing myself

A/N- if you only see Flash as a villain at all times then these chapters ain't for you. Not a lot of Peter this chapter but it's integral to the story so don't skip lol

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Maybe he was hoping it'd go away.

Maybe he was wishing for the best.

Maybe he was just disregarding and ignoring you completely.

But for whatever reason, it took Peter a week to finally act. A week.

In the grand scheme of life, a week is incredibly short. However, circumstances can always change the way you perceive things.

When you have an essay due, a week seems to fly by. But when you're waiting for the new episode of your favorite tv to come, a week seems to just drag on.

The normal, busy people don't realize is that when you don't have anything to do, and when you're so far gone into the abyss, a week can genuinely seem like forever.

And your week had been nothing short of endless.

You might've finally been done with the physical low, but the mental low was practically just as bad. You could exert energy without feeling like you'd drop if a feather were to touch your shoulder, but your brain was tired.

On the upside, no one bothered you.

On the downside, no one bothered you.

You hated the silence, but strangely that's what followed you everywhere you went. Deafening silence.

You wanted so much for someone to just talk to you. Talk with you. Even if they were lying. Doesn't matter. You just wanted someone to speak. To have some type of change in your life that forced you out of the mundane, redundant, silent cycle you lived in.

Flash Thomspon was your lab partner.

You'd seen him around. He was hard to miss. Always with his jokes and his livestreams. Forever with a smile on his face. Just like Cecilia.

You remember asking her once why they weren't friends. She'd called him obnoxious.

You wouldn't call him obnoxious though, just... loud.

That Monday when lab partners were chosen, you were completely out of it.

Staring at nothing, not making a sound, setting your head down on the table, obviously not wanting to be bothered by anyone.

So when Flash got to your table, he hadn't bothered you. He walked over, simply looked at you for a bit, and once it was clear you weren't moving any time soon, he started on his notes alone.

Which you respected. That meant he was at the very least a bit sensible, if not just lazy.

The next day wasn't much different. You still weren't up for doing anything and Flash still wasn't up to bothering you.

The day after though, Wednesday, that was the day everything changed.

"Hello?," you said into your phone.

"Hey, is this [Y/N]? That quiet chick in a.p chem?"

You chuckled at the beyond simplistic description of yourself. "Uh, yeah this is she. Who's this?"

"Flash Thompson," he responded. "Coolest guy in the class."

You rolled your eyes. "Mhm, and why are you calling my phone?"

"Well-" you heard a bottle open "-we kinda have a project that's due at the end of the week. And, believe me, as much as I love doing duo projects on my own, you need to do something."

His upfrontness took you aback, but not particularly in a bad way.

And besides, you were getting sick of moping. Your curiosity wanted to see where this was going to go.

"Um, okay. So we'll crack down tomorrow then."

"How about now?" You could practically hear the smirk on his face.

"No," you quickly responded. "You mean come to your house right? Hell no."

"Why not?," he snickered. "Strict parents? Or is the pole really just that far up your ass?"

You rolled your eyes once again. You really didn't have the patience for this. "Okay I'm hanging up-"

"Wait! I'll text you my-" Click.

You stared at the wall for a good minute in complete irritation after that phone call. You had to have lost at least a hundred brain cells during that small conversation. The last thing you needed on your plate right now was some guy giving you shit.

A notification on your phone caught your attention.

3069 Oak Street

"Oh so you text me your address and now I'm just supposed to show up at your door?," you scoffed.

In retrospect, ringing that doorbell was probably the smartest dumb thing you ever did.

When you told your parents you were going to a friend's house, they just paused and then smiled. Your parents had no problem at all with you going out. They hadn't even asked questions. Heck they encouraged you to go out. That meant you were trying.

But fuck them. You were trying everyday. Trying not to just take the kitchen knife and slit your wrists after every dinner.

When the door to Flash's house opened you immediately noticed three things.

1) The alleged butler he'd been rumored around school to have was nowhere to be found.

2) This was an extremely nice house. Maybe even nicer than Cecilia's.

3) And Flash's eyes were red.

"Yo!," he greeted with an obnoxious grin. "Wassup?"

"We literally just stopped talking like ten mintues ago dude," you responded as you stepped into the house. "And what's with the shirt?"

This idiot actually had a Spider-Man t-shirt on.

"Excuse me? This is drip in the finest form," he defended, hopping onto his couch. "So anyway, the project or whatever. What're we gonna do for it?"

You sighed. "Well, unless I was actually invisible for all the class periods, it's obvious I wasn't paying much attention the last couple of days."

"Yeah I guess," he chuckled. "What was all that about anyway?," he asked, to which you simply shrugged. He squinted at you, but then rolled his eyes and then picked up the remote for the tv. "Oh well, you're better now, right?"

You winced, but you were glad Flash still wasn't looking your way. "Sure."

"Wanna take off your jacket? You're not outside anymore y'know."

And that's where the problem started.

You didn't know why, but you could look over knowing you were depressed. You'd easily come to terms with it. But it was the small things in normal conversations that hit you harder than anything else. Small little suggestions that you couldn't hide it all from everyone. Hell, you couldn't even take off a damn jacket like everyone else.

"I'm fine," you answered. "So... um, about that project?"

"Yeah," he said leaning forward. "You got the instruction papers or whatever?"

You gave him a look, confused. "I never picked them up. I thought you had the papers."

"I don't fucking pay attention in that boring ass class."

"So what was the purpose of me even coming here if we can't even do anything?," you snapped.

He just shrugged.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

He shrugged again.

Your jaw clenched. Cecilia was right. "Obnoxious dumbass..."

You turned to walk back out of the front door before turning back around. "Hey Flash?"

He looked at you and grunted in acknowledgment.

"Were you just crying before I came in or are you just high?"

"High," he said rather quickly. "Why? Are my eyes red?"

You nodded. "Yeah."

"Fuck," he mumbled. "Want some?"

"Nah I'm good-" But he was already gone down the long hallway of his home. "Flash?"

You stood there, waiting for about five minutes before deciding that he wasn't coming back. Great.

So now you could either go get him, leave, or just continue standing there awkwardly.

And due to your lack of better judgment, you did the most classic horror movie move and walked further into a house that you weren't familiar with to go look for a guy you barely knew. If I die, I die, you thought with a shrug.

Walking into the long hallway the first thing you noticed was the abundance of doors. You weren't a stalker, so you didn't bother to look into any, but you could've swore you saw a room full of spiderman pictures and newspapers through the crack of one of them. Fucking weird.

In an attempt not to succumb to your curiosity, you walked faster down the hall. You stopped in your tracks when you heard sniffles. Whimpering? Whatever noises someone makes when they're crying. Someone was crying, that's for sure. And you were also pretty sure Flash was the only one in the house.

'Walk away [Y/N]. This isn't your business.'

But of course you walked closer, and the sniffles got louder. Until you found yourself opening the door and coming face to face with a crying Flash on the floor in the middle of some gaming room.

"Shit!," he yelled, turning away and attempting to cover up his crying with obnoxiously fake coughing.

"Are you okay?," you asked.

"I'm high," he kept repeating in mumbles, desperately reaching for something. "I'm just high, okay? Fuck."

You watched as he continued to search for whatever he was making it seem like he looking for. You wanted to reach out and maybe say something, anything that would make him feel better. But you knew that probably wouldn't help.

After all, it never helped you.

"I'm just... really fucking high right now, alright?"

He seemed incredibly off, even with the squirrelly, rude way he was being earlier. Like he was just trying too hard at something.

You were at a loss for words. You knew it was wrong, but the only thing you could think of was, hm. Rich boy's actually got some issues.

When he finally turned around, his face was dry and he carried a bong in his hands, lighting it and practically shoving it into his mouth in a weak attempt to cover up his unsteady breathing.

"Thought you left," he said, staring at the floor.

Realizing you'd been standing at the doorframe awkwardly, you moved to sit on the floor, opposite to him. "Well, you kinda offered me some weed and then left, I think."

"I thought I heard you say no though."

"I did..." you gulped. "But..I still stayed though."

And now you sat here with Flash and his bong.

He sat back on the side of the chair, his back leaning against it as he blew out the smoke. "Wanna try?," he offered, holding the small object up to you. He didn't wait for you to respond before setting it up again for you and passing it.

Without a word, you took it and breathed the smoke in. You sucked it up and felt it fill your lungs before leaning back and blowing it out, letting out a small cough afterwards. "Thanks."

"Fuck, you're a pro," Flash chuckled.

You shook your head and shrugged. "No. Common sense just tells you how it works, I guess."

"I feel that."

You hummed in amusement.

And then suddenly it was quiet again.

You fucking hated silence.

Luckily, Flash was a talker. Or so you thought.

At school there wasn't a dull moment if he was there. But now, seeing him in his home, he was quiet as a mouse. Contemplative. Searching.

"Say something," you said, earning a confused look from the boy in front of you.

He squinted. "Say what? I don't even know you."

You rolled yours eyes, shrugging. "Look, whatever was going on before I came in here, it's not my business, man. I only said to fucking speak."

Flash groaned. "About what?"

"I dunno," you answered. "I just don't like the quiet. Say anything you want. Just... talk."

"Um.." he looked up at the ceiling. "I got some new shoes the other day." He pointed at the Jordan's on his feet. "My mother got it shipped in from where she's out on business in Bora Bora."

Something about the way he said it made you sure that she wasn't out "on business".

"My butler is out today cuz it's his niece's birthday. She'd be cute enough, if her nose wasn't so big. It's like the wicked witch of the west."

You scrunched up your nose, imagining a younger version of wicked witch minus the green skin.

"Umm, I dunno uh, chocolate chip cookies are better than sugar cookies?"

You snorted at that. Now he was just thinking of anything.

"And uhh, I'm having spaghetti tonight.. and- well I don't know what you really want dude I'm just kinda.. life is just too boring to always have something to say for every second of every day, [Y/N]!," he suddenly snapped.

"Woah dude, chill." You blew out another round of smoke and handed Flash the bong. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was asking for too much."

He held his hand over his forehead. "Nah you're fine," sighed. "It's just- you ask that cuz I talk alot at school right? Yeah that makes sense I guess. I-I'm sorry," he rushed out before going back to the small contraption.

You'd been snapped at alot in your life. Way too many to count. But from those experiences you gathered a small truth; if someone has snapped at you over the smallest thing, they probably have something else going on. Or most likely a couple of things, piled up and ready to blow.

And you could smell that on Flash from a mile away.

"Flash, what's your real name?"

He paused, lifting his mouth from the bong. "Flash is my real name," he lied before passing it back over to you.

"No it's not," you stated, picking up another bag and the lighter up beside you for the bong, no longer satisfied with the loss of flavor. "I don't pay that much attention but I know for a fact that's not your name."

He rolled his eyes, quickly becoming frustrated with the conversation. "Eugene."

"Nice," you said, contemplating your next move. "So.. what does Eugene feel right now? Not Flash, but Eugene."

He reached over each practically snatched the bong away from you.

"Eugene is feeling annoyed, and frankly aggravated because some girl he barely knows is asking too much of him."

"Hey I'm only asking for what you'll give me," you said, throwing your hands in your defense.

"Well what about you?," he accused. "You're always down in the dumps, staring at the wall, looking all depressed 24/7 so how about you start talking? I mean, are you fucking okay?"

"No," you answered blandly. "Not in the slightest. Your turn. What does Eugene feel, Flash? Is Eugene, quote, 'fucking okay'?"

Flash scoffed. "What're you trying to say, that I'm depressed?"

"I never said that."

"Oh fuck that, you implied it!"

"I didn't-"

"You don't fucking know me, [Y/N]," he spat out, throwing the bong on the floor, watching as you picked it up before the water spilt. "You don't fucking know what I'm going through everyday, so please don't be like everyone else and tell me what I am, okay?!"

Were you being rude prying into his life? Totally.

Had you reached the level of nonchalantness with your and practically anybody else's wellbeing that you really couldn't possibly bring yourself to care? Yes.

And was Flash finally cracking? Completely.

"Flash is fake. And obnoxious. And rude," you deadpanned. "I wanna meet Eugene. See how he's doing."

Flash scoffed, looking for a comeback. You could see the expressions on his face flickering like random. Annoyance. Sadness. Want.

You were no psychologist but anyone with a brain could see what he was going through.

The two of you sat in silence again. But you didn't really mind it this time. You were waiting. Even without actually speaking, Flash was telling you everything about him.

Takes one to know one.

"Eugene's aggravated," he finally said, his eyes becoming watery. "Eugene's fucking angry all the time because people only seem to want Flash." He gave you a bitter smirk before averting his eyes to the ground. But you let him. If that's what was easiest for him, then whatever.

"And people assume things about Eugene all the damn time so eventually he decided -what the hell- he'll just give em what they want. And Eugene's fucking pissed because he knows for a fact that if he were to just disappear, no one would fucking care. His old man would just put him in the ground and everyone would be back to normal before fucking dinner." His breath was heavy and you could see mocha skin begin to turn a dark red. "And most of all he's pissed because he's been able to hide for so long and some girl just strolls in and figures him out."

And now here you were just there with Eugene and his bong.

You'd lost count of how much you'd smoked, and you knew he did too. But it didn't matter.

Nothing did anymore.

Not the pressure from your parents. Not the endless cycle of running through all the motions without actually taking anything in. Not even the stupid project that was worth half your grade that'd brought the two of you together in the first place.

Life was full of nothing just in millions of various forms.

Things dressed up and decorated to seem all fancy and important but in the grand scheme of things were just was worthless as you were.

You looked at Flash's home and all you saw was fancy nothing. Wealthy nothing. And you looked at his clothes and all you could possibly see was nothing.

And looking at Flash, you saw a nothing that was attempting to cover up something.

But looking at Eugene, you saw something.

Sadness. Neglect. Pain.

He was completely naked to you.

"You should probably stop," he mumbled, finally opening his eyes and sitting up a bit. "You're looking at me all weird." He reached for the bong, laying it aside once he grabbed it.

"Is that a bad thing?," you asked.

"No," he responded with a small shrug. "...just scares me is all."

You smirked. The only resemblance of a smile you'd been able to make in a long while. "And how do I, of all people, scare you, Eugene?"

You could see his jaw clench. Could see him debating with himself. Even relaxed from the weed, his eyes still darted around the room, and he was shaking his head the tiniest bit. Finally he looked back at you.

"Because -fucking somehow.. you see me-" a tear rolled down his face. "You actually see me. Not Flash... You see Eugene."

His mother's words rang through his ears like a cautionary tale. Real men don't cry. Don't be weak, like your father...

But he wanted to be. So badly he wanted, just for one moment, to be weak and to be able to fall into someone's arms and not act like he was always okay on his own. To not act like he didn't desperately yearn for someone's compassion. Someone's trust.

Flash was fun. Flash was the cool, funny side character in everyone's story. Flash was the picture perfect of everything he wanted to be.

"-And Eugene's a mess," he let out in a small, quiet sob, his expression not moving, though the tears streamed down his face. "I'm just high... that's why I'm saying all this crap. I'm just being dumb and high. Forget all this. I never said anything okay?"

You wouldn't see him break. Not some girl he just met...

Regardless of how he already felt about you.

He slowly looked back up at your face, fully expecting to see pity or disgust. Instead, your face remained neutral like his, and you were crying too.

"I don't think you're a mess Eugene." You sat up straighter, moved a little closer. "Just hurt."

He gave a bitter chuckle. "Isn't basically everybody?"

You shook your head slightly. "No...at least I don't think so. Everyone goes through something- and then there are those people that, in some sick way, want to be hurting.. but with people like us.." You found yourself grabbing his hand, not even thinking for what reason. You just did. "With us.. it's real. And not some temporary problem," you whispered. "It won't ever stop."

Eugene looked back at you again and it was over for him. He felt small. He felt naked. He felt fucking pure.

And then it happened.

You went in for a hug and he went in for a kiss.

But he made it first... and you didn't push him away.

Feeling his lips on yours.. wasn't bad. It surprised you at first, but ultimately it was pleasant.

He sighed against your lips and you could taste the smoke in between the two of you. You hadn't had much experience with guys before. Practically nonexistent if you were being honest, but that didn't matter. Eugene pressed his kiss firmer on yours, and you began to reciprocate his movements.

He held the side of your head lightly as he pulled away, his face growing further apart from yours the slightest bit. He rubbed his nose against yours. You both closing your eyes.

"Stay here with me," he pleaded softly, his breathing slightly erratic. "I-i won't try anything, I swear. I just..." He sniffed and used his shoulder to wipe away at some of the tears on his cheek. "You really see me. A-and I see you, y'know? And we're just-"

You nodded, taking your hand to run through his hair. "Okay," you whispered. "I'll stay."

A small smile started to break through his tears. "Thank you," he mumbled against your cheek before planting a soft kiss onto it.

Your mind was blank. You couldn't think of more than one thing at a time. But you knew one thing; you wanted to be there. That much you were sure of. You still weren't happy. You weren't safe. Just content with this idea of change.

For once, you weren't overly sure of what you were doing. It wasn't routine.

For once, you felt like something was different.

----------Back on the other side of town-----------

You weren't home.

Peter had finished his patrol, swung to your apartment, and you were nowhere to be found.

"No. N-no please don't do this," he pleaded to himself. "Be in the bathroom. Please just be somewhere. Come on, get in here."

He'd already looked through every window available and he could only hope you were in some inside room. Your bed was completely untouched.

"I should've reached out to you. Fuck! I should've done something. Just please be alive..."

He waited anxiously to see if you'd show, even sending a drone to Cecilia's address to see if you were there in the meantime. "I-I'm so sorry I- just please! Be at a friend's house! Something!"

He didn't even realize how much he was shaking. How much your life was in his hands. If you were dead, he'd never forgive himself.

"She's not at the Gulliver residence, Peter. Are there any other places you'd like for me to check?," E.D.I.T.H asked.

"She's somewhere!," he yelled out. "It's one in the morning on a school night. Find her! Please...."

He looked back toward the window. After while he didn't even know how much time had passed. He was just staring. Waiting for you to walk through that door. And when you never came he could only hope that you'd be at school.

"I'll help you," he whimpered. "Just..please. Please just stay alive long enough for me to try."

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Lmao don't worry y/n won't end up with Flash and this certainly won't end up being a love triangle

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