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cherrycheridarling · 3 years

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'someday maybe' | t.h.

tom holland x singer!reader

warnings: one swear? fluff and angst? kisses

summary: you're so close to finishing your second album when your manager pushes the deadline, your ex tom helps you write the final track.

{listen to someday by michael bublè and meghan trainor (if you want)}

wc: 2.1k

"Someday maybe when we're old and grey,"

"Yes, yes. I know. You are not being a very helpful manager right now, Noelle." you spoke to your phone as you paced around the living room, "Okay. I'll get working on it. Bye." you huffed and threw your phone against the couch.

Your album was due to be released in two months and you needed one more song to tie it all together. Your manager, Noelle, was pushing you to finish the song so she could start the promo of the album.

You were incredibly grateful for your career, but the pressure weighed down on you everyday. Never ending.

With a final groan you picked up your acoustic guitar and sat on the couch. Picking at the strings, trying to find a melody. You hit record on your voice memo app before strumming away.

"Someday maybe when we're old and grey, we can be in love once more. 'Till then I won't give my love away. Darling, I'm forever only yours." you sang softly.

You and Tom had a joyous relationship. A love that only ever existed in movies and fairytales. The type of love story that gets told for generations and onwards. But alas, all good things must come to an end.

Your breakup was calm, serene and clean. A mutual agreement as if your whole relationship had been a business deal. There were no loose ends or jealous passive aggressive remarks made. Just maturity and respect for one another.

Your pinky still held the promise ring he gave you. A token of appreciation. A reassurance that he'd always be there for you. And he lived up to his word.

Tom walked in and sat across from you, startling you, "Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you. Whatcha writing?"

"Need a final song for the album. Sorry for showing up unannounced. I just get better inspiration here, with all the memories, you know?" you timidly looked back down at the guitar.

Tom nodded, "No need to apologize. We gave you a spare key for a reason."

You couldn't stop yourself from spilling the words from your lips, "That was when we were together."

You could hear the awkward silence start to fill the room before he spoke again, "Still our best friend, Y/L/N."

The pain that crossed your features was instant. Being addressed by your last name felt like a stab to the gut. Especially by Tom.

You nodded before playing again, "Can I help you write it?" Tom asked as he sat next to you.

"Dancer, gymnast, actor and now songwriter. How many hidden talents have you got, Holland?" you teased making him laugh.

He shrugged with a smile, "It's kind of like writing a poem, right?"

You pondered on his analogy before slowly nodding, "Yeah, it kind of is. Give it a go."

You began playing the melody and he listened intently for a few moments before singing, "I love seeing you happy. I miss seeing that smile. It's been such a long time. A– Nope. Nope. Nuh-uh. I can't do it." he shook his head aggressively with a loud laugh as you stopped playing.

"No!" you quickly protested, "That was amazing! Don't leave me hanging, c'mon." you nudged him with your shoulder before strumming again.

"Alright, alright." he ran his hands down his face, "And although I don't have you, I know now that I need to?" he paused and gave you a skeptical look before you nodded again, "Somehow make you mine. Mmm."

"Oh, okay. He's giving ad-libs and all. Get it." you nodded as he laughed.

You were so engrossed on Tom actually writing a song with you that you didn't focus on the lyrics he was singing.

"And I won't lie, it's hard seeing you with him 'cause I know he can't hold you like I can." his mood seemed to drop by a thousand as the words left his lips.

"When can we meet this boyfriend of yours?" Harrison flicked your forehead from across the booth.

You, Harrison, Tom and Tuwaine were all sat in the local pub. Pints of beer in front of each of you as loud music and chatting filled your ears.

You shrugged, "He's picking me up, so possibly tonight."

Tuwaine's eyes lit up, "Fina-fucking-lly. I swear you've kept him hidden for years."

"We've only been together for three months, T." you laughed lightly with the group of boys.

And they met him. It wasn't the smoothest of introductions, but an introduction nonetheless.

"Boys, this is Kai. Kai this is Tom, Harrison and Tuwaine." you gestured to the parties as they all shook hands and gave polite greetings.

"So," Harrison started, "What do you do for a living, Kai?"

Kai cleared his throat, "I'm a Senior Resident at Kingston Hospital. Working towards being Head of Pediatrics."

Tuwaine and Harrison both nodded, impressed by his profession. Tom's face remained expressionless as he stared at Kai with cold eyes.

"Do you have any siblings, Kai? Any psycho ex-girlfriends? Any wacky cousins?" Tuwaine joked making everyone laugh. "'Cause Y/N has a lot of wacky cousins."

"We could be in love once more,"

"Hey!" you gasped with a laugh.

Kai pulled you closer to him as he laughed, "No, no wacky cousins or psycho exes, but I do have an older sister and a younger brother."

This game of ask and answer continued on for a few more minutes. Tom didn't say a word, just sipped his beer and burned holes into Kai with his eyes. If looks could kill, Kai would be six feet under.

Kai was a sweetheart, but you two ended ages ago. His work got too much for him and your job had you touring and travelling every second.

You picked up after him with the chorus before diving into your own verse, "I remember that love song. I sang every word wrong, but you didn't mind, no, no."

"I love the things you do. It's how you do the things you love. Well it's not a love song, not a love song. I love the way you get me, but correct me if I'm wrong. This is not a love song, not a love song!" Tom belted the 'Austin & Ally' song from the top of his lungs.

"Your turn!" he pointed the pretend mic in your direction.

You laughed, not knowing any of the lyrics, but still wanting to participate, "I love that you not a licket! And you own a watch and chicken! We got a car!" you sang with full confidence, making Tom burst with laughter.

"Yes! Sing it, darling!" he cheered you on, "Absolutely butchering the lyrics, but sing it!"

"Being stuck inside a car. If it's not a doe, don't kiss it! I can't hear a missing, when there's a shoe inside the ceiling! If you really need to fart, you can lunch on a pig farm! Love song! Love song!" you couldn't even hear the song in the background, your voice overpowering it.

Tom was hunched over from laughing before he came back up and planted a soft kiss on your lips, "You are one hundred percent ridiculous and I love it."

You brought yourself back to reality and sang again, "And I'll admit that I miss you, but only if you do. 'Cause you know that I'm shy. And I can't lie, it's hard seeing you with her. 'Cause I know she can't love you like I can."

Tom's eyes met yours as the words fell from your gentle lips. His mouth was slightly agape as you continued to strum.

"You are absolute rubbish. Imagine coming in eighth. Embarassing." you laughed as you crushed Harrison in a game of Mario Kart.

He shoved you with his shoulder, "You're such a try ha—"

"—It's always the same, Tom! How can I trust you? You follow gorgeous models on Instagram and expect me to trust you?" Nadia's voice cut Harrison's words off.

You looked at him with wide eyes, his expression matching yours.

"Those women that I follow have been my friends for ages. Who I follow on a stupid app shouldn't effect how much you trust me."

You paused the game, cutting off the theme song, "How long have they been fighting like this?"

Harrison sighed, a long groan following, "A few weeks. I think it started when she saw that he liked your Instagram picture?"

You stammered, "M-my post? She got mad about my post?"

Harrison nodded before opening his mouth to speak, but Nadia cut him off again, "And she practically lives here! How do you think it makes me feel seeing my boyfriend play house with a superstar?!"

"Aw, a superstar? I'm flattered." you joked making Harrison stifle a laugh.

"I've been friends with Y/N since we were in nappies!"

"I can't be with you if you're going to be friends with her."

Your laughter abruptly died at her words. Harrison stiffened beside you.

"Y-you can't be serious. You can't make me choose between you and her."

"Why? Because you're gonna choose her?" you could hear her voice crack.

"I-" Tom couldn't make out a sentence for a few moments, "Yeah. I'm gonna choose her."

Your heart fell from it's place, stopping at your feet. Harrison brought a hand to his mouth, "H-he chose you. He chose you!" he whisper shouted before you shushed him.

"Of course. I don't know why I expected anything different. I think I'll be going now." Nadia's footsteps approached the living room.

You and Harrison scrambled to look as if you weren't eavesdropping on their argument/breakup.

Tom followed close behind her, "I'm sorry. I really am."

She nodded, hand on the doorknob, "I know. Goodbye." she stepped out of the house, slamming the front door shut in the process.

Tom let out a breath of relief before turning to you and Harrison who were staring at the Mario Kart home screen with the infamous tune playing.

"You guys are terrible actors."

"'Till then I won't give my love away,"

"I'm forever only yours." the both of you finished the song in unison.

There was a moment of silence before you reached over and ended the voice recording.

"T-that was really good. You can change what I wrote, I know it isn't as good as anything you would've written, but I tried. And it was actually pretty fun and I never knew how difficult songwriting was un—"

"—Kiss me." you cut Tom's rambling off.

His eyes grew wide, "W-wha—"

"—Kiss me, Holland."

He swallowed, a small smile stretching on his lips, "Thank God."

And with that, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. Interlocking like missing puzzle pieces. Moving in sync like waves in the ocean. Soft and sweet, but filled with passion. You could feel his smile against your lips causing you to grin.

His hand came up to pull your face closer into his. Caressing your jaw, fingertips playing with the hairs on the back of your neck. His other hand holding your hip in a tight grip. Pressing the pads of his digits into your flesh, scared that you might slip through his fingers again.

One of your hands was pressed flat against his chest. Steadying yourself, the heat of the kiss threatening to throw you off of your axis. Your other hand tangled itself into Tom's curls. Pulling and tugging lightly causing small groans to fall from Tom's lips. Your fingernails scratching his scalp. Pulling him impossibly closer to you.

"I want my ten pounds." Harrison's voice snapped you and Tom out of your make out session.

Him and Tuwaine stood in the doorway, shit eating grins on their faces.

Tuwaine laughed before placing a ten pound note in Harrison's palm, "You guys couldn't have waited until next month to get back together?"

"You two were betting on us?" Tom laughed at his mates who nodded.

You shook your head with a smile, "Absolute idiots, all of you."

Harrison let out a happy sigh and pocketed the money, "Today was a good day. Had a sick ass shoot. Got ten pounds. And my best friends are finally together again." he waltzed into the kitchen with Tuwaine, leaving you and Tom alone again.

Tom's shy expression met your gleeful one before he spoke, "Someday came a lot sooner than expected, huh?" he chuckled.

You nodded with a laugh, "It certainly did and I am not complaining."

He sent you a wide grin before cupping your face and connecting your lips to his again.

"Darling, I'm forever only yours."

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sokkascroptop · 3 years

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traitor. (sokka x f!reader) pt 25

part 1 | part 24

A/N: she’s HERE!!! anyways, post and dip BYE

Y/N bit her bottom lip as she shook the dice around the wooden cup she was holding. She was losing–badly. Sho, a game that Aang had taught them a few days ago when Zuko had let up on their firebending training, was an Air Nomad game that the monks would play. Aang was a little confused on the rules, so they’d filled in the blanks where they needed to with their own.

And Sokka was good at it, way better than any of the rest of them. Which is probably why he’s suggested they’d start betting money.

“Just roll them!” Zuko growled from next to Y/N where he was laying on his stomach, head propped in his hands. Y/N gave him a sharp look and let the two dice fall from the cup onto the ground. Snake eyes. She’d only be able to move her pieces two spaces. Y/N let her head fall into her free hand with a resounding smack. She could hear the disappointed sighs from the rest of the gang around her. Sokka had already leeched them of their money, Y/N was their only hope, and now she was going to lose too.

Of course the money that they all had was shared amongst themselves, but it was purely the principle of the fact.

Sokka snatched the cup cleanly from Y/N’s left hand, dropping the dice into it before shaking it. Surely he couldn’t roll exactly a seven, there was no way– “Are you kidding me?!” Y/N shouted as Sokka laughed and grabbed what meager money Y/N had thrown into the pot and shoved into his now full pouch. “How did you roll a seven? How?!”

Sokka’s eyes sparkled with mirth. “I’ll never tell my secrets.”

Y/N pouted. “I feel like I was just swindled.” Well, at least she knew how those people in the Fire Nation felt when Toph stole all their money.

Sokka scooted closer to Y/N and threw an arm around her shoulder. She automatically leaned in. “Oh don’t be such a sore loser, I’ll buy you something nice in the next town we stop in.” He winked at her.

Butterflies fluttered in Y/N’s stomach in response. She rolled her eyes, fought off a smile and sent him a withering glare back which didn’t phase Sokka in the slightest. In fact, he looked more pleased with himself.

“Shut up, Sokka,” Toph said what everyone was thinking and Y/N felt herself giggle along with the rest of them.

“Aw, Toph we’re buds, you don’t really–”

“No, seriously! Everyone–shut up. I hear something off in the distance.” Toph stood up and turned her head so one of her ears was pointed in the direction of the canyon.

Y/N quickly pulled out of Sokka’s reach and scrambled to her bag where her sword lay, sheathed and untouched since she got back from Boiling Rock. There was a near imperceptible shake in her hands as she pulled the sheath off and dropped it to the side, adrenaline already coursing through her body. Everyone else was frozen, either staring at Toph or Y/N. Despite her asking for silence, Toph turned to Y/N. “Do you hear it too?”

Suki was standing too now. Something about the way Toph and Y/N acted had set her off too. “No,” she answered for both of them. “I don’t hear anything. Not even the birds.”

Truthfully, Y/N hadn’t even thought of that. The cave dwelling birds that lived in and around the temple were always chirping. It had become the background noise to their lives, but now it was silent.

Y/N let out a shaky breath. It was true, the stillness of the air was unnerving. It reminded her of the fights that happened in the yard at Boiling Rock. The ones where you could hear a pin drop before the brawl began, or the solitary click of boots down the halls in the middle of the night before some prisoner was pulled from their room with a piercing scream. It was the moonlight shining through the leaves in the forest that night before Kaito and his friend attacked. Too quiet was too quiet and it made her stomach roll with fear.

The first explosion rocked the very ground Y/N stood on. It felt like an earthquake, but Y/N knew better.

Three Fire Nation airships seemed to rise from the canyon itself. Over her shoulder, Y/N could hear bits of the Air Temple crumbling in on itself where the first bomb hit. In the 100 years since the Fire Nation was last here, their technology and weaponry had only gotten more advanced. The temple was old and unkept, it wouldn’t last long enough to protect them.

Aang broke away from the group and ran to his glider. With a powerful swing he was able to airbend yet another fireball heading for the roof, back in the direction it came from. It exploded next to the far left airship, sending it careening sideways, but it wasn’t enough to take it down. Another one smashed into the fountain sending stones and dust flying through the air. It stung her eyes and choked her throat. Y/N coughed and stumbled backwards, running right into someone. Hands gripped her arms, keeping her steady.

“We have to head to the back of the temple!” Sokka shouted into Y/N’s ear. It was a good thing too, another section of the roof came crashing down, much too close for comfort. She caught sight of Zuko and Katara diving to the side to avoid being crushed by the falling rocks.

Y/N nodded and the two of them ran towards the back of the temple to where Haru and Toph were bending a hole in the ground large enough to fit Appa. Suki was currently trying to help Aang wrangle Appa, who was having nothing with the thought of being pulled underground.

“Come on Appa, it’s okay!” Aang tried to reassure as he tugged on Appa’s reins. The sky bison bellowed loudly in response and dug his heels in.

Everyone else had started to make their way into the tunnel first, Chit Sang was helping Teo navigate his wheelchair over the bumpy rocks, The Duke close behind. All they had to do was get Appa to go too and they’d be safe. Well, safer than where they were now.

Sokka, Y/N and Katara joined Aang and Suki in trying to coax Appa into the tunnel. Y/N promised belly rubs and as many moonpeaches as Appa could eat if he just took a few more steps forward but he wasn’t budging.

They were really pushing it close now, with each explosion more of the temple fell away; half of the courtyard was already gone.

Y/N looked back to the ships, which looked larger than she’d ever seen before. Standing at the head of the middle ship, like it was her own personal army–which it probably was–was Azula.

And Zuko had caught sight of her too.

Y/N already knew what was going through his mind before he probably did. “Zuko! Get back here now!” she shouted.

“What are you doing?!” Aang chimed in, making a move towards stopping him.

Zuko barely even glanced back and through a pause in the explosions, Y/N could hear his voice loud and clear. “I’ll hold them off. I think this is a family visit.”

“Zuko!” Y/N and Aang both yelled simultaneously. Appa’s reins fell from Y/N’s hands and she reached back for her sword, ready to follow Zuko into battle.

But her hand paused, just as she touched the leather grip.

What was she supposed to do? Y/N had always, always been tailing after those two. Always soothing both sides after their fights, promising a better tomorrow if–

“–if you just please get along, for me.”

Y/N growled before grabbing Appa’s reins once again. She couldn’t be that person anymore. She couldn’t keep pretending that she was their nurse-maid, there to apologize for when one was mad at the other. This wasn’t about elementary school games in the palace gardens, this was a war; life and death. And as much as it hurt her to admit, Y/N might not be able to save them both.

Besides, she was sure that her presence would only cause more trouble, it always did.

“This isn’t working.” Sokka pushed his hair out of his face with frustration. “We’ve got to get out of here now.”

Aang shook his head. “Appa isn’t going to go into that tunnel!”

Appa seconded this statement with a roar.

“Aang, we can’t fly out of here!” Katara gestured wildly in front of them to the airships that were mostly blocking their only way out besides the tunnel.

A large shot of orange flames caught their attention. Even in the daylight it was blinding. Azula and Zuko were battling one another, but the airships hadn’t slowed their onslaught on the Air Temple.

“We’ll have to try.” Y/N could hear the determination in Aang’s voice but she kept her eyes on the ships, on the blue and orange flames that were dancing across the top of the centermost one.

Y/N turned her head over her shoulder. “They might not be expecting that. It’ll take a while to change their trajectory and we could slip away. If we’re fast enough.”

She locked eyes with Aang and an understanding passed between them.

“So we can’t take everyone...”

“No.”

Katara reached behind her absently in the direction of her father. “What do you mean we can’t take everyone?! We aren’t being separated again!”

“Appa can’t carry us all. We need to move fast if we have any chance of getting out of here.”

Sokka nodded in agreement. “We have to split up. They can still get away, Katara.” Sokka looked away from his sister to his father. “You can take the tunnel and get to the stolen airship.”

“No…” Katara’s voice broke and Y/N busied herself with climbing into Appa’s saddle.

“It won’t be forever,” Hakoda promised before pulling his two kids into his chest.

Y/N waved down to him sadly, as Suki and Toph piled in next to her. She sent up a silent message to whichever god or spirit that was listening to keep her new friends safe in their own escape.

“Which way?” Aang asked as he looked out to the canyon.

Y/N couched near Appa’s head and pointed directly at the airships. “Wait until there’s a break between the firebender’s hitting the temple, then go up as high as you can.”

Riding on Appa’s back on a good day made Y/N feel like she was floating; where her stomach was in her chest and her heart was in her throat and every gust of wind made her gasp.

So when Appa dove and rocked side to side avoiding the explosions aimed at him, it was safe to say Y/N was left queasy. The higher they climbed, the less fire reached them.

In a moment of clarity, where they drifted above the airships in the cloudline, Y/N was able to think about how much she hated where she was; about who she was.

As she peered over the edge of the saddle, trying to get her eyes on Azula and Zuko, she wished so badly that she would just wake up from this awful nightmare, back in her bed on Ember Island, ten years old and nothing to worry about. Before she met Azula; before her life became this.

And then she saw them. On top of the center airship, fighting one another like they were true enemies. And for once, it looked like Azula was evenly matched. The siblings simultaneously threw fire-packed punches at each other, and where they met in the middle blew up into an inferno of blue and orange flames, blowing both Azula and Zuko over the edges of the airship, plummeting to the bottom of the canyon.

Aang saw it first, diving Appa down before Y/N could even register what just happened.

“Oh my spirits. Aang?!” Y/N hung halfway out of the saddle as they dropped quickly through the smoke in the direction they last saw Zuko. Fear spiked through her body like a white hot knife. “Does anyone see them?”

Y/N was met with silence, just the wind whistling past her to fill her ears. She wasn’t sure if someone spoke up she’d be able to hear them anyways. Her nails dug into the soft leather under her hands, so deep half-moons were sure to be left behind long after she let go. Y/N stared into the clouds, dizzy and hyperventilating.

One breath in–

“There!” Sokka hollered, jumping to the edge next to her.

–and out.

It was by some divine force that Y/N was able to reach Zuko as he was falling. Even with Aang steering Appa in his direction, Y/N almost missed. It’s like she was moving in slow motion, their fingers dug into one another’s arms and the sudden weight of him pulling on her almost had Y/N tipping out of the saddle, shocking her back to reality.

The only thing that caught her was someone’s hands fisted in the back of her shirt. That was a good idea. Y/N reached around and grabbed the back collar of Zuko’s shirt, dragging him in roughly.

His hands were scorching hot from the recent firebending but he didn’t let go of her, instead his fingers tightened around her arm as the two of them stared back towards the cliffs. Their eyes were locked on the sight in front of them.

Like Zuko, Azula was falling too. But she didn’t have anyone to catch her.

Y/N hated the way she took a shaky breath in automatically. “She’s not going to make it.”

Y/N made a move towards the back edge of the saddle, as if somehow being closer meant that she could lean out and help. She wanted to look away; she didn’t want to see her best friend plummet to her death but she couldn’t turn away, she couldn’t break her eyes from the sight in front of her.

But in true Azula fashion, she persevered through all–she was just too stubborn to die yet. She firebent herself closer to the cliff face and caught herself on the rocks with her hair pin.

“She did make it.” Zuko’s voice was surprisingly full of relief.

Even from the distance, Y/N could feel the anger Azula emitted. But that wasn’t Y/N’s problem anymore, as much as she wanted it to be.

She sat down, facing away from the cliffs–away from Azula–and pulled her knees to her chest. Zuko sank down next to her, doing the same.

Momo, sensing some shift in her emotions, crawled into Y/N’s lap. She scratched absentmindedly behind his ears. She looked across her friends in wonder, all crammed together in the Appa’s saddle, in various states of shock. She wished they’d all met under better circumstances, but she was glad to have met them nonetheless. She would never be the person she was today without them. This was the life she was meant to have, even with how messed up it was.

They flew for as long as Appa could fly and then some more, needing to get the most distance between them and the Fire Nation airships as possible. They only landed, all fully exhausted, when Appa could go no farther and the sun was low in the sky.

----

Zuko and Y/N tasked themselves with setting up the tents while everyone else split off from the group and began to set up camp in a familiar daze; no words necessary.

“I get it now.” Zuko shook one of the tent canvas’ out over the grass, clearing off dust from the journey, doing everything in his power to avoid Y/N’s eyes.

She yawned as she pulled out the tent stakes and tossed them on the ground near his feet. “Get what?”

“I get, well–you now. It’s something Azula said when we were fighting.” Zuko mumbled. He began to thread the wooden supports through loops in the canvas without another word.

Y/N blinked wondering if she heard him correctly. “What did she say?”

Zuko seemed even more hesitant to speak now. Azula was a sore subject around camp before she’d just attacked them. The last thing they needed was someone to hear them talking about her. “Something about how she had to do it. The way she talked, I don’t even want to hear the garbage Father is filling her head with.”

Y/N cringed and with a pang of worry, she wondered how Ozai would take the loss of Aang once again. “You don’t think she’s too far gone, after what she did?”

Zuko chewed on his lip for a second. “She’s making it very hard to sympathize with her.”

“But?”

“No, I don’t.”

A sudden rush of hope filled Y/N. She wasn’t going to be alone in this quest for saving Azula. She and Zuko had just become allies in yet another way, and while it was never going to be easy, she would at least have a companion.

And it helped that it made Y/N feel a little less crazy about the whole thing. It was true; since her confession to the others Y/N couldn’t help but think that she might have been wrong all along. She’d rolled that thought around her brain until it became all she could think about when she was alone. With Zuko’s own admission, Y/N felt like the goal was much more attainable.

Y/N couldn’t help the grin that grew on her face. “That’s–”

“Zuko.”

Y/N’s lips zipped shut and she turned to look at Katara. She looked between the two of them with a sour expression on her face. “Sokka needs help carrying firewood. We need a lot of it, it’s going to be cold tonight.”

Y/N knew that tone of voice. It wasn’t a question of whether he wanted to go help, it was an order for Zuko to get up and leave Y/N alone.

“Uh, yeah. Okay.” Zuko handed Y/N the tent stakes and jogged off in the direction they’d seen Sokka go when they’d landed.

Y/N barely caught Katara leaving, walking away just quickly as she had come. Leaving it up to Y/N to get the rest of the tent set up before dinner.

Y/N really did try and give Katara the benefit of the doubt. She’d been through a lot, and Y/N felt like she had dragged her through more by admitting that she wanted to help Azula. But it was hard to ignore some of the outright hostility she showed Zuko–and Y/N too–if she was around him.

While at one time, she had encouraged Y/N to become friends with Zuko once again, now it seemed like that was the last thing Katara wanted anymore. The flip-flopping left Y/N confused and worried. Was her newly rekindled friendship with Zuko the same thing that was dousing the friendship between her and Katara?

----

Y/N didn’t know what was making her more queasy. What had happened at dinner with Katara, or the fact that she and Sokka were currently spreading out blankets in his tent, for both of them to sleep on. It was so...private.

“What do you think was going on with Katara at dinner? She was all–I don’t know–pouty. And then Zuko? Running after her?”

Y/N sat down and crossed her legs, fixing a corner of one of the blankets until it was perfectly straight, just hoping to give her hands something to do before giving a noncommittal shrug. “I’m not sure.”

Zuko had shared a look with Y/N before he got up to follow Katara to the coastline, like they were in on something together. However, she was completely in the dark. Mostly. Well, Y/N was smart enough to make a guess.

Sokka cocked his head to the side and sat down across from her. “I think you know more than you’re letting on.”

Y/N furrowed her brows. “Maybe. I’m just guessing.”

“Then what’s your guess?”

“Katara is mad about something.”

“Well yeah, obviously,” Sokka scoffed.

“But Zuko hasn’t done anything recently for her to be mad at. So it’s either a long held grudge from Zuko’s ‘hunting the Avatar’ days, or something new is making her mad.”

“Like what?”

Y/N looked away. “I think she’s mad at me.”

“You? For what?”

Y/N leaned back on her hands, fisting them in the blankets before letting them go. “Come on, you know what.”

“I thought we all were past that?”

“Maybe she’s not.”

Suddenly the opening of the tent was pushed aside and someone came barreling in, stepping on Y/N’s left hand in the process.

“Ow!”

“Sokka, I need to–” Zuko stopped and looked down. “Sorry, Y/N…?”

His voice trailed off as his eyes bounced from Y/N to Sokka to the blankets spread neatly across the spanse of the tent, all illuminated by one single lantern on the floor.

Zuko’s cheeks grew pink. “Sorry, I didn’t know... I didn’t mean to interrupt, I–”

Y/N felt her own cheeks heat up as she realized what Zuko was implying, the flush spreading all the way down her neck. “No! You weren’t interrupting anything!!”

“It’s just the way the blankets are all–”

Sokka let out a strangled noise. “Nothing was gonna happen!!”

“Okay!” Zuko crossed his arms across his chest tightly.

“Okay,” Y/N repeated. She folded her hands in her lap and stared at her thumbnails, unable to meet either boys’ eyes. All three of them were quiet, still cringing over the embarrassment that had just happened.

Sokka cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “So, Zuko, you needed something?”

“Uh, yeah.” He sat down next to Y/N. “It’s about your mom.”

Y/N’s head snapped up. What she knew about Sokka and Katara’s mom was little to none. She knew that she had been killed in a Fire Nation raid when both of them were younger, but that was the extent of Y/N’s knowledge. Neither sibling liked to talk about her in detail, and Y/N didn’t pry.

“Do you want me to…?” Y/N nodded her head towards the tent flaps, unsure whether this was a private conversation. She looked between the boys, waiting for an answer.

Sokka shook his head. “No, it’s okay.” Already his brows furrowed deeply. He chewed absently on his lip before saying, “What do you want to know?”

“Tell me about the day she died.”

Y/N glowered at Zuko, wanting to reach out and punch him in the arm for asking about something so sensitive.

“I don’t like to think about it,” Sokka’s eyes had a far away look in them, like he wasn’t seeing Y/N and Zuko in front of him, but was imagining the way the tundra looked on the day his mother died all those years ago. “I was nine, Katara was eight. We were out playing in the snow with Mom and Dad when the ash began to fall…”

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Sokka’s story had lasted long into the night, and overall left Y/N with more questions than answers. Of course they were questions that no one could answer for her. No one could explain what was going through that man’s head when he decided that Kya’s life was worth less than his. No one could explain the greater complexities that were behind the Fire Nation’s decimation of other cultures, not in a satisfying way that would help Y/N ever understand. Because that was that; she would never understand–the fear factor, the sense of power that came from knocking one culture aside to make way for your own. (Why would you destroy when you could cultivate and grow and learn from each other? She had learned so much about that in the past few months.)

And all of those thoughts made it hard to sleep. There were too many things going through Y/N’s head as she watched Sokka’s chest move up and down with each rhythmic breath. Furthermore, she knew that Zuko wouldn’t have asked for the story if he didn’t already have plans made for what he was going to do about it, and that did not sit well with Y/N.

----

And she was proven right, the next morning after a few hours of sleep when Katara marched up to her, Aang and Sokka asking to borrow Appa.

“Why do you need to borrow Appa?” Aang asked with a smile. It slowly faded into a frown as he looked between Katara and Zuko. “What’s going on guys?”

Katara squared her shoulders, steeling herself like she was about to get into a fight. “Zuko knows who killed my mother.”

At that moment, Y/N’s ears started ringing. She frowned at Zuko, who just shook his head and frowned back at her. She should have known that any question he asked last night had an ulterior motive. This was his brilliant plan to make Katara like him??

Without warning, Katara stole Y/N’s attention back.

“Y/N, you’ll come with me won’t you?”

The older girl looked over and caught Katara’s gaze. “Huh?”

Katara looked down at Y/N hopefully. “I don’t care if Zuko comes, but I want you to. I need you.”

Y/N blinked at her. There were a lot of things that she wanted to say but the words just seemed to tangle around her mouth. She’d open her mouth to say one thing but snap it shut immediately for something else. Finally with a quick shake of her head she blurted out, “No.”

“What?”

“I’m not going to watch you hunt someone down and kill them.” The words left a bad taste in Y/N’s mouth. They were all too familiar to her. And the mere thought of doing that…

“I need this. I can’t just forget about him now that I know he’s still out there. I can’t just let it go!”

“I wouldn’t expect you to forget it,” Y/N replied slowly as she stared at Katara’s shaking hands.

“So help me.”

“No. And if you want me to be real honest, I don’t think that either of you should be going!” Y/N sent a very pointed look to Zuko. What is this really about? She wanted to ask him. “Revenge is not going to fix how you feel, Katara.”

“How would you know?”

“I just do.”

“Well you’re wrong. This man is a monster. He deserves it.”

“But you don’t need to be the one doing it.”

“Katara,” Y/N doesn’t have to look at Aang to know he’s sad. It comes through in his voice, clear like bells. “I understand how you–”

“Stop.” Katara’s voice cut through the air like a knife. “If you’re going to tell me not to go then you don’t understand either.”

“I do understand! How do you think I felt when the sandbenders took Appa, or when I woke up and found out what happened to my people?! Doing this out of revenge is not right and you know it.” Aang was standing now, a divot punctuating between his eyebrows as he frowned at Katara.

“You’re both wrong,” Zuko murmured. He was so quiet during the whole exchange, Y/N nearly forgot he was there. “This is about closure and justice.”

“Katara, please,” Sokka spoke up from behind Y/N. He too had stayed quiet for most of the conversation. Y/N wondered if he had an idea that this was going to happen after Zuko came to talk to him too. “She was my mother too, but this isn’t right.”

“Then you didn’t love her like I did.” It felt like a bucket of ice cold water had been splashed over Y/N’s body. She jerked at Katara’s words, even though they weren't aimed at her. In one foul swoop Y/N wanted to scream at Katara for saying something so hurtful to her brother and simultaneously pledge to do everything in her power to make the man who killed their mother pay for his crimes. However, Y/N didn’t have time to do either, because while she was still thinking of which was the better option, Katara spun around on her heel and stomped away, not unlike a child having a tantrum.

----

Y/N huddled between Sokka and Aang behind one of the large rocks surrounding their camp, watching as Katara and Zuko, dressed in black, loaded Appa with supplies. Her mind drifted to how cozy Toph and Suki probably were as they slept peacefully around the campfire. The wind bit through her clothes and Y/N shivered involuntarily. She knew that the point of staying up, waiting for Katara and Zuko to sneak away, was to once again try and convince Katara that this wasn’t the right thing to do. Aang thought that confronting them again would somehow bring Katara to her senses, except–this was Katara acting with her senses. As angry as she could get, she never forgot to plan, she wasn’t acting on a whim anymore.

Y/N didn’t know if she could say anything to convince Katara to stay that Aang and Sokka hadn’t already tried; Katara had shown her hand already and her mind was hard to change once it was set on something.

The three of them stepped out, just as Zuko and Katara were leaving. Y/N made a beeline to Katara.

“Please, Katara, listen to me.” Y/N kept her voice low, quiet enough that it was just for the two of them, and tugged on the girl’s sleeve childishly.

“No.” Katara didn’t have the same idea, her voice was strong and clear and it rang out loudly. Despite this, she still stopped and let Y/N reach to grip her wrist. She could feel Katara’s rapid pulse through her sweater.

Y/N shivered and crossed her arms across her chest, as if it would hide the gaping wound in between her ribs. The hurt that came from watching her friend choose the wrong path. It was a familiar pain.

“You told me once that you can’t just wish feelings away. You think by killing him it’s going to make things right. It won’t. You’ll feel better for a moment; a fraction of a second while his life is in your hands and then you’re going to regret it. The moment will pass and you’ll see what you’ve done. You’re strong but that’s not the kind of person you are, nor the kind of person you’ll ever be.

“Maybe that’s just you.”

The words stung. It wasn’t even meant to be a particularly hateful comment but Y/N couldn’t help but feel hurt over it.

She felt numb as she watched Katara climb onto Appa and fly away into the dark.

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Something about the dark of camp and the unsettling feeling of having their group suddenly minus three made it hard for Y/N to find sleep. And when she did, it wasn’t peaceful. It had been a long time since Y/N had had a nightmare so realistic. She could still feel blood on her hands–

She sat straight up out of her sleep, kicking at the blankets that were tangled in a sweaty mess around her legs.

Her eyes took a moment to adjust as she looked around. Sokka’s tent was much darker than it was when they slept outside, the canvas blocking out the natural light from the moon and stars and a dying campfire–and it was warmer too–under all those blankets.

Then, Y/N realized a majority of the heat was radiating from Sokka next to her. His arm was still around her, knocked from her waist to the tops of her thighs when she sat up.

He was sleeping on his stomach, his face buried in his pillow–with one half open eye staring at her. “Lay down, is’okay.” He patted her leg with his hand and rolled to his side, both of his eyes closed now.

Y/N did lay down, even though her heart was pounding and everything within her told her she needed to run, to do something instead of staying here like a sitting duck.

She clutched her hands in fists, focusing on her breathing, which was still shaky. She stayed rigid, flat on her back–the easiest position to get up and defend from.

Despite this, Sokka snuggled closer, pressing his nose into her shoulder and wrapping his arm back to where it was across her waist, his hand splaying out across Y/N’s stomach comfortingly. Her shirt had shifted in the night, and his pinky brushed bare skin, leaving Y/N the feeling of butterflies, though she didn’t really mind.

She was falling asleep now, her tiredness overwhelming her sense of danger, and through that haze she could feel Sokka’s hand move, pulling her shirt further down and covering the bare skin he was once touching. And back was the warmth of his hand, resting protectively over her abdomen.

----

It had been Sokka’s idea to go out and have a picnic. Only after days of moping between the two of them did he come up with the thought. Though, it might have been spurred by the constant bickering between Y/N and Toph, usually only stopped by Katara’s sharp tongue. What usually started out by harmless banter ended with Y/N half-covered in mud and Toph dangerously close to what Y/N called an “impromptu haircut”.

It would have been a nice time for relaxation for both of them had they not been so worried for Zuko and Katara who were off Agni knows where, doing Agni knows what. Neither of them meant to, but their minds were in different places instead of here with one another. It had already been a few days since they had left, and their absence was being felt by everyone at camp.

Y/N dragged her hand through the cool grass and watched Sokka for a minute; wanting to lengthen their time out here, away from the chaos of their lives. She followed his gaze down to the town–their perch on the highest hill around had been strategic, but it provided a nice view too. Y/N noticed that Sokka wasn’t really looking at the houses and stores below, more like looking through them. He was off in his own world, worrying at the inside of his cheek with his teeth.

She didn’t always get the chance to stare so candidly at him while he was distracted. His hair had gotten longer on the sides but he never made any notion to shave it back down. Y/N kind of liked the scruffy look. Her gaze followed down his cheekbone to his eyes–which were still trained straight ahead. As he blinked, Y/N wrinkled her nose in jealousy; there was no need for him to have eyelashes so long and thick.

He could have been thinking about anything, a new invention, the slightly muggy air, the sour fruit—but if the pout on his lip was indication, Y/N knew what was on his mind.

She popped a quartered persimmon in her mouth before speaking. “Maybe we should try this again another day.”

Sokka grunted and didn’t look back. Y/N chuckled and pulled up a piece of grass, tickling Sokka’s cheek with it. “Did you hear me?”

He jumped and looked back at her guiltily. “Sorry, what?”

“We should try to have a picnic again on a different day,” Y/N smiled softly.

“That sounds like a good plan.”

On their way back to camp, they walked close, bumping shoulders every time their steps unsynced. They hadn’t strayed too far; their camp was just half a mile down the hill and to the coastline, but it was far enough so that they could be alone.

Y/N was happy to see that Sokka’s mood had changed for the better since moving off the hill. She reached down and linked her pinky with his. It was much too hot to be holding sweaty hands.

“Tell me–” Sokka started.

“Hmm?”

“–what happened back there at the temple? If you want...” Sokka quickly added, holding his free hand up to show he meant no harm.

Y/N had to think back, even though it was only a few days beforehand it seemed so distant in her memory. Maybe even a little hazy, like she wasn’t really present when she had done it. That might have been more than just an explanation, she barely remembered jumping up from the ground, just one minute she was sitting next to Sokka and the next she was holding her sword ready to fight. Y/N couldn’t recreate the exact feelings she was having either, but it made her fists clench involuntarily, like she was trying to push away whatever it would bring.

Finally after a moment of silence, she spoke, but it didn’t offer much of an answer to what Sokka was asking. “I don’t know. I just had a really bad feeling, is all. I heard Toph say that and I just acted.” Y/N chewed on her lip and shivered despite the sweltering heat. She felt worn out like her body had just had a massive adrenaline rush and she was fading now.

Sokka noticed this. “You didn’t have to tell me if thinking about it bothers you.”

Y/N looked at him and then snorted through her nose. “You asked me to be more open with my feelings.”

Sokka rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled slightly. “Yeah, but not if it distresses you. I just wanted you to know I’d be there for you.”

“It doesn’t distress me...that much.” she added when Sokka gave her a very pointed look. He didn’t say anything but he clearly didn’t believe her.

“So I’m a little bit on edge, that’s not a bad thing!” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“It is when you aren’t getting sleep.”

“I am getting just enough sleep to keep me going.”

“I’m not saying we need to be enjoying our life on the run, but you could act like you aren’t waiting for imminent danger every second of every day.”

“If I didn’t, then who would?” Y/N grumbled.

“We all protect one another.”

“Yeah..”

Sokka hummed and cocked his head, a wistful smile flitting across his face. “Sounds like you don’t really believe me.”

“I just… anytime we have time to breathe is when something bad happens. I am just anticipating it before it comes so it doesn’t catch me off guard. I’m doing that for all of us.”

“That is no way to live.”

“This—” Y/N gestured around herself wildly. “—is no way to live.”

“I know.”

“And Katara, don’t even get me started on that mess. I can’t protect her when she leaves.”

Sokka shook his head. “Katara doesn’t need protection.”

“Well obviously I know that. Neither do you or Zuko or anyone else, but it still makes me feel better if I was standing next to you if someone came after us.”

“You don’t...have to be self-sacrificing.”

Y/N bit her tongue to keep herself from replying. What would she say to him anyways? Maybe Y/N’s actions were more see-through than she thought.

It was disappointing to hear, probably just as much as it was for Sokka to say it. She didn’t think of herself like that, but that’s how she felt wasn’t it? Like her life meant a little bit less than everyone else’s because of her past crimes? That if she had it her way she’d do everything and anything in her power to make sure that no one else suffered, even at her own expense?

Protection. It felt like that was all she was good for. She wasn’t a planner, or a bender, or a leader, but she was tough and Y/N liked to think she was more than capable. A fighter was what she had to be, because there were no other slots that needed to be filled; she would just have to make her own.

Y/N was tired. And it was more than just physically. Sokka had been correct in saying that she hadn’t been getting enough sleep but it wasn’t like she could force herself to sleep when her brain never stopped screaming, Danger!

It was a relief to see a familiar shaggy beast at camp. It drew the conversation away from things she really didn’t feel like discussing.

“Look, they’re back.” Y/N nodded her head at Appa, who was munching on hay and receiving loving chin scratches from Aang.

Appa gave a lowly bellow when he saw Y/N and Sokka approaching, which called Aang’s attention to them.

Y/N was surprised to see a happy grin on his face. “Hey guys!”

“Hey, buddy,” Sokka murmured as he patted Appa’s snout.

Aang walked around Sokka and nudged Y/N’s elbow. “Katara is down by the water. You should go see her!”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Sure.” She passed over the basket full of fruit and pastries that she and Sokka didn’t finish. “Go ahead and pass them out to everyone, yeah?”

As she passed by Sokka he gave her arm a reassuring squeeze, which she returned with a grateful smile.

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Y/N found Katara sitting at the end of the boat dock, swinging her feet just inches above the water line. The wooden slats below her creaked with each step she took. She stood behind Katara, waiting for the other girl to acknowledge her presence.

“I didn’t realize that I was mad at you until you didn’t want to come with me.” Katara turned around and smiled sheepishly at Y/N.

“Can I sit next to you?”

Katara patted the wood next to her and stared back out to the water.

“I’m sorry for treating you so badly.”

Y/N nodded numbly. “It’s okay.”

“It wasn’t.”

“We’ve all said mean things to one another,” Y/N said with a shrug. “While you were gone I told Toph I’d cut off her feet if she tried to stick them in my lap again.”

Katara chuckled. “Seems like I missed a lot.”

Their talk faded into silence as they listened to the waves lap against the shoreline.

“I was worried you’d leave again.”

Y/N blinked at Katara. What did she just say?

Katara seemed to sense Y/N’s confusion and continued. “Whenever I saw you with Zuko, always whispering to yourselves like you were keeping secrets, I thought you two were going to leave us.”

“We would never do that,” Y/N said, incredulously.

“I know that now,” Katara looked away with a shy smile. “I might have interrogated Zuko about it to find that out though. I didn’t want you to become lost again.”

“Lost?”

Katara paused, weighing her words. “We’re the same. You let your heart rule your head. All logical reason leaves you when you want something done. So I know when you need someone to watch out for you.”

And for the first time ever, Y/N felt fire in her chest. This is how Firebenders must feel all the time, Y/N thought.

That fierce loyalty and protectiveness that Katara waved in the face of adversity, that was for Y/N too. Not that it was ever doubted, but now Y/N could see it; feel it. What Sokka said was true, they all looked after each other.

But Katara wasn’t even looking at the tears shining in Y/N’s eyes. “That’s all you were doing for me too.

Besides, it wasn’t all I blamed him for either. He was just the easiest target. And forgiving him; it was easier than I thought it would be. Once I realized that I was blaming him, and maybe you, for something you didn’t do.”

“Well,” Y/N kicked her legs. “I did do something. And you have every right to be mad over it.”

“But now I know why.”

Y/N gave her a quizzical look.

Katara picked at her wrist wraps, unwinding and winding them back as she thought of the right words to say. “My journey taught me some things along the way. Before.. I didn’t know what it was like to love someone so much that all reason leaves you. I can never understand why you did it, that’s between you and Azula. But I can empathize with you now.”

Y/N didn’t have the vocabulary to respond to that. She realized that’s all she needed from her friends. She didn’t need unconditional acceptance for her past mistakes, she just needed to know that they could still love her despite them. She couldn’t expect them to understand what Y/N couldn’t even understand.

“I didn’t do anything, so you know,” Katara muttered.

Y/N nodded, she could have guessed as much but she knew it was important for Katara to tell her that.

“I wanted to, so badly.” Katara’s cheeks flushed with what Y/N knew was embarrassment. “It would have been so easy, but... I couldn’t. You were right, I would have regretted it and resented myself for it. I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

Y/N didn’t respond to that last part. She’d always suspected that Katara knew more than she’d led Y/N to believe. They probably all did.

“So many things happened while you were gone. You’ll have to tell me about them,” Y/N squared herself around to look Katara in the eyes. “When you’re ready.”

Katara held her gaze, “You can too.”

“I might take you up on that.” And Y/N was sure she would. Some day.

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♥︎𓂄DANGEROUS OBSESSION𓂃♥︎ CHAPTER UNO(1)" DAD I HATE YOU, GO TO HELL"

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The woman threw the vase with colorful flowers inside of it against the floor. Letting her rage take over her body easily. " Tell me! This is the woman you're cheating on me with? Huh?... Respond to me you, idiot!" She yelled shoving her phone against her husband's face. A picture of a beautiful young-looking woman display on her bright screen.

" What are you talking about! I have no idea...... stop!.... I said I have no idea who she is!" Her husband Mr. Kang lied as he shield himself with a pillow away from his enraged wife hitting him with her fists.

" Then how did this stranger get my number? And how the fuck does she knows your name, knows MY husband's name! She told me she is your secret lover! No wonder why you came home too late! You were...with her!" The woman once again attacks her husband. She reaches over her kitchen counter and pulls out a kitchen knife.

" If you don't confess the truth......" The woman said sounding more quietly but her breathing was heavy and fast because of all the screaming and anger she felt. She moves away some hair across her pale face. She points the knife against her frightened husband. The almost bald man crouches down still protecting himself with a pillow....as if that fluffy thing will protect him from not getting stab by the knife.

" I'll kill you right now...." She hissed, her hand holding the knife shaking. "Ok! Ok! Yes, I did cheat on you with her! But you have to understand, yoU-NOOO!" The man covered his head with his arms once he heard her screamed and watch how she was about the launch on him with the knife.

" MOM STOP! You're going to kill my dad right in front of my eyes?......" You tilted your head with a questionable look. You stand in the middle of the living room, school uniform on, a black backpack on your back, heavy jet black hair wrapped in a ponytail with your uneven long

bangs covering your eyebrows.

" You two do the same shit every day, I'm so tire of it," You said shaking your head. You took a few steps forward towards your mother. " Mom.....do you want to go jail for killing dad? Is it worth it?.....mom how about you leave dad and marry a handsome young man..." Mrs. Kang moves away from her husband. She puts the knife somewhere next to her and fixed her sweaty face as she gulps down her ball of saliva.

" And dad...." You glared at the half-bald men on the couch still holding the pillow. " You're a disgusting cheater, I hate you, go to hell......bye!" You said as turn around, you waved at them before leaving for school. Both Mr.Kang and Mrs. Kang stare at their daughter until she left the house.

Mrs. Kang glare at the man. " She's right.....why would I spilled your disgusting blood on my hands, you aren't worth death.....I'm just gonna find myself a handsome that can satisfy me unlike you! You tiny whiny rat!......Oh! And I want the divorce!" She said fixing her non-messy hair starting to walk away.

"But we aren't even married ....." Mr. Kang said with a sad look on his face. Mrs. Kang smiled brightly. " Great! Better for us! Now leave my house you disgusting worm! Remember this is my house! I'm paid the rent! Get out worm!" She said grabbing the man from the back of his shirt forcing him out the door. " But my precious pineapple hear me out-" the man said but got slapped in the face. " Shush your talking hole! My precious pineapple my ass! Get out!" She finally said closing the door and the poor men banging on it from outside. " Love please let me in!!!" He yelled.

" No..... finally I'm free, why the hell did I made such a drama earlier?.....tch..." Mrs. Kang said as she went back to her room.

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" Park Sunghoon is coming! Finally we're going to see him again!"

Damnit! My phone wasn't active last night! What did he post!

" Yes! I'm so excited to see how handsome he have gotten, oh my god have you seen his Instagram account? He looks hot in that outfit he wore last night..."

" Wait! I haven't seen it! Let me check!"

Next to the lockers beside you, you heard two girls gossip about the boy you admire and love.

You immediately open your Instagram and search his account.

You felt like your heart was skipping beats. The boy on your screen looks stunningly handsome in that black suit. You bit your bottom lip as you put your turn on phone against your chest. " Why is he so handsome...." You whispered to yourself closing your eyes.

" Hey! Y/n! .....hellooo~" The curly pink hair girl said as she waved her hand on your face. You open your eyes and saw her. "Oh Sakura....." You said.

Sakura ......your mind repeated in grudge.

" What's wrong? You look....in love" she giggles as she shows you her perfect pretty smile that will melt everyone's heart.... except for yours. You smiled back at her. " Oh, nothing Saku just ...you know ...." You smiled shyly with blushing cheeks. " Eunwoo..." You simply said, quickly scrolling down your Instagram to find the actor's sexy picture. You show it to her and giggle.

" Oh my god! I know right! He is so fascinating!" She almost screamed but covered her mouth out of embarrassment. The bell ring and everyone is heading to their classes.

" Y/n.....have you seen Sunghoon? I've been looking for him...." Sakura asked you with a worried look on her pretty face. You frowned as you heard her say his name so confidently. " No, I haven't......" You scooted away from her and fix your uniform. " Why do you need him?" You asked carefully not trying to sound as if you care.

" Well, I'm going to give him his boxers, his shirt, and sweatpants .." Sakura giggle flashbacks pooping in her mind. You clutch your fists tightly, anger boiling your blood but you kept calm. You started to feel panicked in your heart as you felt your eyes almost tearing up but tried your best to keep all that inside.

What the hell!? Why does she have his boxer!!! And clothes!!! Nooooo!

" His....b-boxers?..…" you said pretending to feel confused and letting out a fake laugh. Sakura smiled at you. " Yes, last year at the end of school, I invited him and some friend to a pool party to celebrate and that idiot left his wet clothes at my house before leaving..." Sakura shook her head as she replay the precious memories in her head.

How dare she call my Sunghoon an idiot, she's the idiot one for not telling him to not forget his clothes! Tch! She did it on purpose...I know...

" Hahaha, Oh my god what....an...idiot, oh well....let's go now! We're going to be late!" You said holding her hands and running.

Eww her hands are sweaty..... Sunghoon would never hold her sweaty hands.

°×°×°

Thank you for reading!

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IN LIFE, IN DEATH...

PART SIX

:Masterlist:

Warnings: Swearing, fighting, angst (sorry <3)

A/N: this was definitely meant to be posted like a week ago but here it is! <3

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August 1994

The florescent lights of the hospital waiting room were starting to give you a headache.

They were way too bright and flickered every so often that it made you dizzy to look at them. But you needed something to focus on to stave off boredom, so you focused your attention on the clock on the wall.

It read just after midnight and you silently cursed yourself, quickly pulling out your flip phone and dialing your mom’s number.

She was probably asleep by now, but thinking about her possibly waiting up and worrying made your stomach turn. The line rang for a moment, but then the ending tone chirped and you were left with her answering machine.

“Hey, Mom. Uh, we had a little accident at practice. Luke was practicing his guitar throw and he kind of threw out his shoulder. I’m gonna drop him off at home and then I’ll probably just stay at the studio so I’m not biking home so late. Okay, love you. Bye.”

You hung up the phone and shoved it in your pocket just as Luke appeared from behind the door. The nurse said something to him that made his eyebrows furrow but he nodded. As you got closer, you realized that his right arm was wrapped in a sling.

“So, you’re not dying?” You joked.

“I might as well be.” Luke pouted, lacing his other arm through yours as you start to walk out of the building and into the parking lot. “They said I can’t play guitar for two weeks.”

You hummed sympathetically, knowing more than anyone how much that was going to drive him crazy. “This is what you get for trying to be all ‘Rockstar’”

“Excuse you.” Luke said. “I am a rockstar.”

“Uh-huh.” You sarcastically nodded.

“You’re a jerk.” Luke grumbled petulantly, resting his head on your shoulder. “Here I am, in unimaginable pain and you have no sympathy.”

“Here’s a tip for the future, if you want sympathy then don’t make me drive through Hollywood past midnight.” You teased, lightly shaking him to show that you weren’t actually serious.

“I’m still surprised that Bobby let you drive ‘Amber’.” He gestured to the car you were walking towards.

‘Amber’ was a present that Bobby had gotten for his birthday a few years earlier and it was his most prized possession. Normally, he never would’ve let you take it, but he didn’t feel like driving and taking Luke to the hospital in the basket on your bike seemed a little impractical. So he had handed over the keys reluctantly.

“You got something to say about my driving skills, Patterson?” You asked as you unlocked the car and settled into the driver's seat. Luke got comfortable in the passenger seat, and winced as he looked over at you.

“Don’t get me wrong, (Y/n). You are many things,” He said. “But a good driver isn’t one of them.”

You flipped him off as you started the car and started pulling out of the parking lot. It was quiet for a minute, but just as you turned back on the street, Luke turned on the radio and a familiar song filled your ears.

“Mmm, yeah!

Tonight, I want to give it all to you,”

“Oh no.” You laughed, knowing exactly what you were in for from the way that Luke’s eyes lit up. He grinned as he cranked up the volume and shifted in his seat as much as he could, ready to give you the performance of a lifetime.

‘In the darkness, there's so much I want to do

And tonight, I want to lay it at your feet

'Cause girl, I was made for you

And girl, you were made for me,’

You were trying your best to keep your eyes on the road, but it was hard when Luke was being so frustratingly cute.

His hair was still messy from rehearsal so it stuck up in different directions and he had a dorky smile on his face as he drummed his fingers against the center console. You pulled up to a red light and Luke looked at you expectantly.

You rolled your eyes, but gave in, taking one hand off the wheel to make a makeshift microphone. Luke grinned as you both began to sing.

‘I was made for lovin' you, baby

You were made for lovin' me

And I can't get enough of you, baby

Can you get enough of me?’

One song turned into two, then three, then before you knew it, you had pulled onto Luke's street.

Unlike the rest of the neighborhood, every light in the Patterson household was glowing bright yellow into the night and Luke let out a heavy sigh.

"Thanks for driving me." He said, his voice suddenly a little quiet. You looked up to the window to see the shadows of Luke's worried parents as they passed the curtains and suddenly the levity in the air was gone.

"Of course." You said.

You both knew what was about to happen.

Luke had told you all about the famous Emily Patterson meltdowns, and how they had been getting more and more frequent since he formed the band. Luke spraining his shoulder was only going to give his mom more reason to push Luke away from music.

From your music.

"Hey," You reached over and interlocked his pinky with yours, making Luke raise his eyes from his feet. "Don't let her get in your head, okay? Our music is important, and I know she'll realize that someday."

Luke’s eyes held yours for what seemed like an eternity before lightly squeezing his pinky around yours. “How do you always know what to say?”

You laughed. “’Cause I’m the greatest best friend ever.”

Luke smiled, his eyes slowly drifting from your still connected hands back up to your face. “Yeah, you are.”

The softness in his voice made your heart skip a beat. “I’m serious though. We’ll get into the Rock & Roll Hall Of Fame someday and you’ll prove her wrong.”

Luke learned a little closer, his voice practically a whisper, "Is this your way of admitting that I actually am a rockstar?"

"Oh, shut up." You groaned as you threw your head back. "You're the worst, you know that?"

"You love me." Luke retorted.

"Unfortunately." You deadpanned. "Now get out of the car, dork."

Luke fake pouted as he wiggled out of his seat and started walking towards the door, he gave you a quick grin and a wave before disappearing into his house.

Once he was out of sight, you let out a sigh and leaned back against the seats, trying to remember the way his hand felt in yours.

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2020

"(Y/n)! Where have you been?"

Alex demanded the second you stepped into the studio, a worried expression on his face. As soon as you left the diner so late, you knew that a lecture from Alex was coming.

"I’m sorry, Al." You said. "I just lost track of time."

"Were you with that guy from the diner?" He asked, crossing his arms and raising his eyebrow.

"Someone's in trouble." Reggie loudly whispered to Luke who was next to him on the couch. Just like usual, Luke barely spared you a glance before he glued his eyes back to his songbook.

"I don’t think you have any room to be teasing anyone about cute ghost boys.” You said, mirroring his position. “How was your afternoon with Willie?”

Across the room, you could’ve sworn Luke’s writing got heavier against the page. But when you looked over at him, he gave no other indication he was paying attention.

“Don’t change the subject,” Alex's cheeks turned a little pink but he stood his ground. “You’ve been gone for hours.”

“Hey,” You walked up and rested your hands on his shoulders. “I’m sorry I made you worry. But you don’t have to. I’m good.”

“Of course I’m gonna worry.” Alex said, finally dropping his grumpy face and nudging you. “What else are best friends for?”

This time it wasn’t your imagination, Luke’s writing was definitely getting harder, enough to where it was going to rip a hole in the paper. Reggie and Alex noticed this time too and you all exchanged confused looks but before anyone could say anything, Luke jumped up from the couch.

“So! We should get working on this song.” He puts the page on the piano for you all to read. “I could use your help on the bridge, (Y/n).”

Alex shot you one last confused look and you shrugged before shifting your focus to the song. It was mostly finished, and with Julie’s poem as a guide for the lyrics, you were confident that it would be one your best songs yet.

Next to you, Luke scanned the page with the edge of his pencil, pointing at things he wanted your opinion on. Even with all the tension surrounding the two of you lately, it was nice to know that you were still a great team when it came to music.

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For someone who learned that ghosts exist, that four of them from the 90′s were living in her best friends garage, and that they were all in a band together in one afternoon,

Flynn took the news surprisingly well.

Which meant that once Julie agreed to join the band, Flynn immediately started coming up with T-shirt ideas and new band names. You weren’t surprised at all when Julie announced that Flynn had booked a gig at the school dance a few days later.

You had all decided on the setlist that morning and had been practicing all day. Which meant by mid-afternoon, you had everything memorized. Since it was the first performance with Julie as a part of the band, you figured that letting her take the lead with vocals would be a good idea.

During the second break of the day, Luke and Reggie were messing around up in the loft, leaving you and Julie with nothing to do. So she offered to teach you a little about piano. It was a slow-going process but you were slowly getting the hang of it. "Okay, so, like this?"

Julie watched carefully as your hand flew across the keys. You miraculously played all the right notes to the song that Julie had taught you over the past half-hour and she beamed.

“Yeah! That’s perfect!” She said, “Play it again.”

Your finger was about to press down on the key, but then Alex phased through the doors. Ever since yesterday, you had been waiting for a moment to tease him about Willie. It was only fair since he just grilled you about being out all day.

“Hey, Al.” You greeted as you stepped away from the keyboard and wiggled your eyebrows at him. “And just where have you been?”

“Yeah, man, we gotta start practicing.” Luke said.

“For what?” Alex asked just as Flynn came strutting into the room. You noticed the colorful paper in her hand and nodded your head toward it with a grin.

“For that.”

Flynn set the paper down on the keyboard to Julie to see.

Alex whined as he looked it over. “Aw, man. We’re playing a dance?”

“Yeah, it’s how you build a following these days.” Luke said as he plopped down into a chair.

“Yeah, get with the program, Alex.” Julie said and Luke laughed.

The sound drew your eyes to his face and you can’t help but stare at him as you tried to remember the last time you and Luke had joked around like that. It used to come so naturally, but now even just being around Luke felt like a ticking time bomb of awkwardness.

Luke’s eyes flitted up to yours for just a second and for the next few moments you couldn’t help but wonder if he was thinking the same thing.

Flynn shouted, breaking you out of your thoughts. “The band is here?”

She then proceeds to wave to the wrong side of the room and you laughed as Julie gestured towards where you all were actually sitting. You all still waved back despite knowing she couldn’t see you.

“Okay, so now that Alex has graced us with his presence, we should get back to rehearsing.” Luke said and everyone nodded in agreement.

But before any of you could move, Carlos strolled in. “Hey, Julie, remember those orbs from dad’s pictures? I think they’re ghosts.”

Julie’s eyes went wide as she looked at the photos Carlos set on the keyboard right in front of her. She looked back and forth between all of you as Carlos rambled on.

“But don’t worry.” He said as he spun in a circle. “This room is clean, I’m not getting any ghost vibes.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. Carlos was exactly what you always pictured a little brother would be like. You had always wanted a sibling, but the closest you ever got was Reggie.

“If they come back, I’ll protect you.” Carlos puffed out his chest a little. “Because I’m the man of the house.”

Julie raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t dad supposed to be the man of the house?”

“There can be two.” He said as he pulled a salt shaker out of his pocket. “According to the internet, salt burns out their souls.”

Your eyes all got wide and you backed up until you were almost against the wall. Reggie and Luke both yelped and jumped up as Carlos spun in another circle. Alex screamed as salt went right through his torso, but he straightened a second later with a sheepish smile.

“I’m okay.”

“You’re such a drama queen.” You snort as Alex flipped you off. Julie nodded at Flynn to distract Carlos and she led him out through the doors and back up to the house.

Once they had left, you turned to Julie with an excited smile. "Wait, before we start, I wanted to show you some old Sunset Curve songs."

"Ooh, okay!”

Luke opened his songbook and a page quickly fell out. You instantly recognized the cramped but neat handwriting and laughed at Reggie. "'Home Is Where My Horse Is'? Again, Reg?"

Reggie beamed. "It's a gift."

"Thanks, Buddy." Luke patted his shoulder before opening his songbook to a page in the middle and laying it across the piano for Julie to see. 'I think you’d kill this one."

Julie’s eyes scanned the page for a moment before flipping through the book. "Who's Emily?"

The color drained out of Luke's face as he scrambled for the journal. But Julie kept it just out of his reach. "And this another one, 'She Is Love’? Who knew you were such a romantic?"

You shared confused looks with Alex and Reggie. Of course, you all knew about ‘Unsaid Emily’. Luke always eagerly shared every part of his music with the band, even if it was just a few scribbled lines or a riff he thought of off the top of his head.

But it was clear from the guy’s faces that none of you had ever heard this song. Luke writing a love song was weird in itself, but him not telling anyone about it was even weirder.

"It's just something I tried." Luke said, a faint blush on his cheeks. "But you should flip to the next one. It's got a killer beat."

He played one of the first songs you had ever written for Sunset Curve 'Last Place' and Julie nodded along with a confused look. "So you wanna use a sample?"

"What do you mean?" You asked.

"Sample someone else's music." She explained. "I've heard that riff a million times. It's a classic Trevor Wilson song."

"Who?"

With a couple of clicks on her computer, Julie pulled up a picture of a middle aged guy leaning up against a guitar and your head started spinning.

"Guys, is that...?" You trailed off, hoping that you were wrong.

"It's Bobby." Luke finished.

"Seriously? I just told you his name is Trevor." Julie said.

Alex ran his hands through his hair, a slight scowl settling on his face. "Okay well then he changed it. That's definitely Bobby, he was our rhythm guitarist."

"He looks so old." You said, resisting the urge to reach out and poke the screen.

"He looks like a substitute teacher." Alex added, producing a slight chuckle from Reggie.

"Julie, what were his other songs?" You asked. You had a feeling the bad news was only beginning.

"'Get Lost'." She said and your heart sank even further.

"I wrote that." Luke said as he tugged his strap over his head. You could tell he was getting angry beneath his calm exterior, and the same feelings were rising up inside you as Julie went on.

"’Long Weekend'?' She continued.

"That one too." Reggie said. "It took (Y/n) and Luke like a month to finish."

"This is freaking me out!" Julie rubbed her temples. "This whole time I thought you were connected to my mom. But you're actually connected to Carrie's dad?"

"Add it to our list of questions." Alex sighed, his leg bouncing as he sat in front of his drum set.

“We used to talk about music all the time.” Julie said sadly. “He never mentioned you guys.”

"Of course not." You scoffed and Luke walked across the room and threw a dart at the board with enough force to put a hole in the wall. “He takes all the credit and doesn’t even mention us.”

“And he’s rich.” Julie flipped her computer screen around to show a photo of a huge mansion. “He has his own helicopter.”

Luke abandons the darts and makes his way over to the screen as Alex jumps up. “Man, we live in a garage!”

“It’s not about the money.” Luke huffed. “It’s about the music!”

Reggie whined. “It’s a little bit about the money.”

“A little about the money.” Alex emphasized.

“He could have at least shared it with our families.” You said, thinking about your mom and how she used to work extra shifts to take care of the both of you.

Reggie nodded in agreement. “Then maybe my parent’s house wouldn’t have gotten turned into a bike shack.”

Luke took a deep breath. ”What he did was steal our legacy.”

There was a moment of tense silence before he spoke up again.

“Where does he live?”

Julie hesitated. It was clear that all of you were angry, but Luke was on another level. His music was everything to him and being betrayed by Bobby was clearly getting under his skin. You gave her a pleading look and she sighed.

“Above the beach in Malibu.”

Luke glanced at the three of you, asking a silent question. You all nodded and Luke threw on his jacket, a look of determination on his face. “Let’s go teach him a lesson.”

Julie got up from the bench and tried to protest, but you all phased away.

As you walked into the front door of the mansion, a million memories raced through your head.

Of days when the five of you would go down to the pier or the park and play for hours, or take a drive around the city in Bobby’s car and talk about being famous one day. You used to joke about someone breaking off and starting a solo career, never actually thinking it would happen.

But clearly Bobby took it a little too seriously.

You and Alex walked to one side of the house while Luke and Reggie searched the other side. Every wall you could see was covered in awards and photos of his performances along with a giant portrait of his face right above the living room. From a little further down the hall, Alex shouted your name and you walked over to see him pointing at a display of shiny silver records.

“Have you seen these records? They’re Platinum.” He said.

“Platinum?” You repeated in disbelief. You ran your hands along the frame and were shocked that you could actually touch it. Across the room, Luke grumbled.

“He recorded ‘My Name Is Luke’.” He said. “My name is Luke!”

Suddenly, you heard the front door open and Bobby walked in.

“There he is!” Reggie called and you all turned to face him as he walked up the stairs. You snorted at his outfit choice and Reggie scoffed, clearly thinking the same thing. “He wears sunglasses indoors.”

Luke and Reggie started bouncing up the stairs after him but you and Alex hung back.

“Wait!” Alex called. “You know, It’s my first time haunting someone. I want it to be special.”

You stifled a laugh as Luke and Reggie exchanged confused looks before continuing up the stairs.

“I made that weird, didn’t I?” Alex cringed and you patted his shoulder.

“Definitely.” You laughed as you nudged him forward. “Come on.”

You reached the top of the stairs just as Reggie and Luke phased through a door at the end of the hall. Alex was quick to follow but you found yourself stopped in front of what you assumed was Bobby’s office.

It was a huge room with expensive guitars and fancy furniture. It looked like every other room in the house, but for some reason, you felt like you needed to look in there.

Alex noticed your hesitation and frowned. “You coming?”

“I think I’m gonna look around a little more.” You said.

“You sure?” He raised an eyebrow and you nodded.

Once he was gone, you walked into the room and spun around, taking in the sight of even more awards lining the walls. Your blood boiled thinking about all the hours you had spent writing them only for Bobby to take the credit.

You crossed to the desk to find the bottom drawer cracked open. You tried not to open it, but your curiosity won out. It slid open and you saw that it was completely empty except for an old shoebox that was pushed all the way to the back.

The lid was covered with a thin layer of dust like it hadn’t been opened for ages. It took a minute of pulling, but you finally got the lid off and peered inside.

The first thing you saw was a guitar strap. It was black with white skulls and flowers lining the sides. You recognized it instantly as the one Alex got Bobby for his 17th birthday.

The second was a picture of Sunset Curve playing at the winter formal freshman year. You cringed while looking back at your questionable fashion choices, but the memory still brought a smile to your face.

Finally, there were a few picks spread out across the bottom of the box, and a faded napkin from the diner.

A wave of confusion and regret washed over you.

So Bobby hadn’t forgotten about all of you.

Maybe he was a music-stealing weasel that you wished you could deck in the nose. But why would he keep all of this stuff if he still didn’t care deep down? If that seemingly always grumpy but secretly dorky boy you had known wasn’t still in there somewhere?

Suddenly, you heard screaming down the hall and you quickly closed the drawer before following the noise. It led to the bathroom door, where Luke and Reggie leaned up against the wall as Alex held the door shut. Then he backed up and the door swung open.

Bobby stumbled out with a terrified look on his face, running down the stairs while he mumbled to himself. The boys laughed and high-fived, grinning at you before phasing out again. You groaned and started walking downstairs where Flynn was sitting on the couch rambling to Carrie as Julie snuck into the backyard.

You followed Julie cautiously, knowing that she would probably be mad at you for leaving earlier. When you walked through the screen door and heard her start to lecture the boys, you knew you were right.

“So, did you guys have fun?” She asked, crossing her arms.

“You would do the same if he stole your music.” Luke said defensively.

“But you guys have new music with me.” Julie added. “And the best way to get back at him is for this band to do great. First we have to play dances, then clubs.”

“Then tours. I know.” Luke said and Julie sighed.

“I’ll see you guys at the school. We go on at 9:00.” She frowned. “Please don’t be late.”

“We’ll be there.” Alex said reassuringly. “Don’t worry.”

Julie turned and walked back through the screen door, giving you a tight-lipped smile as she passed.

“I don’t care what Julie says. I’m glad we scared Bobby.” Reggie said as he glared up at the mansion.

“I mean, maybe it was a little harsh.” You said and all of them stared at you in disbelief.

“Harsh?” Luke sputtered, like he couldn’t believe that just came out of your mouth.

“I found some stuff upstairs.” You tried to explain.

“What kind of stuff?” Reggie asked.

“The picture of us playing back in freshman year, some of our old picks, his old guitar strap.” You said, but the boys didn’t look convinced. “Guys, Bobby was our friend. We shouldn’t forget that.”

Alex and Reggie looked a little conflicted, but Luke didn’t budge. “How are you so cool with this?”

“I’m not!” You sighed, talking a little louder than you meant to. “God, of course I’m not okay with it, Luke. I put just as much of myself in those songs as you did. But I think we’ve done enough. Besides, it's not like we can even confront him anyway.”

“Maybe we can.” Alex said and you all turned to look at him. “I mean, Willie knows a lot about ghost stuff. Maybe he knows a way we could talk to him.”

“Let’s go find out.” Luke smiled mischievously.

You frowned but nodded. “You guys go. I’ll meet you at the dance.”

“(Y/n)-” Luke started but you had already disappeared in a flash of bright white.

If there was anything you didn’t miss about being alive, it was school dances.

You were always wrapped up in work or band stuff to be able to go, let alone ask anyone to be your date. Playing at the freshman winter formal was the first and only time you had ever set foot in a dance until tonight.

Your eyes scanned the gym in awe as you followed Julie through the dancing crowd. There were bright lights and balloons everywhere. There were a few kids dancing but it wasn’t very crowded, but it was still early and you hoped more people would be there to see you perform.

Once you and Julie reached the stage, Flynn grinned from behind her DJ booth and gestured to the backstage area. Julie fiddled with the bottom of her shirt nervously as you both walked behind the curtain.

Flynn gave Julie a hug and you laughed as she flipped her hair over her shoulder. “Are they here?”

“(Y/n) is.” Julie explained and Flynn waved in your general direction in response. “The boys will be here later. At least I hope.”

“I’m sure they will be.” You tried to reassure her. “They know how important this is.”

Flynn nudged Julie’s shoulder with a grin. “Well, let’s get your stuff set up then.”

By the time 11:00 rolled around, you were ready to track the boys down and kill them again.

The dance floor was twice as crowded as it was when you got there, and everyone was impatiently waiting for the main performance. You knew that wherever the boys were, they must’ve just lost track of time and didn’t know they were late. But that didn’t stop you from being angry. Especially when you saw the look on Julie’s face.

“Hey,” You sat on the floor next to her while she stared sadly at the projector. “I’m sorry they’re not here.”

Julie just shrugged. “I was really looking forward to playing tonight.”

Your eyes drifted to the crowd, then to the projector, then to Flynn and you got an idea. “Maybe we still can.”

She furrowed her eyebrows but there was a spark of curiosity in her eyes. “What do you mean?”

“We can perform the songs. Just the two of us.” You started. “Flynn can play some backing tracks and we can still rock this place!”

Julie looked nervous and a little hesitant but she called for Flynn and the girl raced over immediately. She explained the plan quickly and Flynn grinned in approval and assured you that she would take care of the backup music.

A pit of butterflies opened in your stomach. You hadn’t performed without the boys for years, but with Julie to lean on, you were fairly confident that you could get through it without throwing up.

You went on with Julie as planned, pushing thoughts about what the boys must be doing off to the side so you could focus on the performance at hand. It wasn’t quite the same, but it didn’t seem like the audience could tell. You belted your hearts out as they danced along, and both yours and Julie’s nerves disappeared as you got lost in the music.

It ended with a thunderous round of applause and you and Julie taking a bow at center stage. You took your cue to phase away and there was another wave of cheering as Julie waved and joined you in the backstage area.

As the crowd of students began making their way home and the stage was being torn down, you sat on the gym floor beneath a colorful balloon arch with Julie. Flynn had made her way to the cafeteria, taking advantage of the fact that there were no adults to stop her.

You watched the last few students leave, including the blonde boy you’d noticed staring at Julie all night. You turned to her with a playful smile.

"So? When were you going to tell me about the cute boy who obviously likes you?" You teased and Julie sighed.

"Nick is Carrie's boyfriend." She said as her eyes drifted across the empty room and you smiled sympathetically. She elbowed the air next to your ribs, "When were you going to tell me about Luke?"

"What about Luke?" You asked, trying not to blush.

"Don't play dumb, (Y/n)." Julie smirked. "It's obvious."

You groaned, falling onto your back against the floor and Julie laughed. "How obvious?"

"(Y/n), you wear his jacket like everyday, and that song in his journal was one hundred percent about you." Julie laid down beside you.

You snapped your head sideways and Julie laughed again at your shocked expression. "What?"

"Come on." She said. "Who else could that be about?"

You thought back to earlier, when Luke looked like a deer in headlights as Julie read the title out loud.. But you knew there was no way that it was about you. I mean, Luke never exactly had a shortage of girls that wanted his attention.

Just as you were about to point this out to Julie, there was a series of bright lights and Alex, Luke and Reggie appeared in front of you. You and Julie stood up, wearing identical glares, the anger you both felt earlier returning in full force. But before you could say a word, Luke launched into an apology.

“We are so sorry that we bailed on you guys.”

“The night just got away from us.” Alex added, looking everywhere but your face.

“It was about Carrie’s dad, wasn’t it?” Julie asked and when none of the boys answered, she scoffed. “You know what? Save it. Bands don’t do this to each other, friends don’t do this to each other. This whole thing was a mistake.”

“You mean the dance, right?” Luke asked hopefully and Julie shook her head.

“I meant joining a band with you guys.” She said, trying to keep a straight face. You could tell she was holding back tears as she ran out of the gym.

Once she was gone, you took a deep breath and faced them.

Alex immediately stepped forward, guilt etched on his face.”(Y/n), We’re so sorry.”

“I’m not the one you should worry about apologizing to.” You said, looking towards the doors where Julie left just a second ago. Alex followed your eyes and sighed, grabbing onto Reggie’s shoulder and steering him towards the door.

There was a moment of heaviness as you took another deep breath. You realized with a start that this was the first time you and Luke had been alone in months. Talking used to come so easily between the two of you, but now you found yourself struggling to find your words.

“We really are sorry, (Y/n).” Luke said quietly. “We didn’t mean to hurt Julie. Or you.”

You scoffed, kicking your foot against the linoleum of the gym floor, “But you did, and for what? A chance for revenge?”

“No! Well, yeah. But there was something else that happened. You won’t believe-”

“What could’ve been more important than being here?” You asked, cutting him off. You forced yourself to look up and found him looking back at you intently.

“If you just let me explain, I promise I would never purposely leave you hanging.”

“But you have been leaving me hanging, Luke!” You fired back, your voice nearly echoing in the empty room. The second the words left your mouth, you felt nauseous. After months of keeping those words on the tip of your tongue, you had expected saying them to feel better.

Luke winced at your words, but kept your gaze, “Hey, I know I’ve been..” He paused, knitting his eyebrows together, “distracted”.

“That’s one word for it.” You said and Luke took a cautious step closer.

“It’s just that everything has changed so much.” He said, and for the first time tonight, he looked away, “Even before we died.”

You opened your mouth to say something, but he cut you off, seemingly unable to stop rambling.

“It’s like there’s so many things I’ve been trying to say, but I can’t make the words come out. And it all gets so tangled up in my head and I just end up saying nothing.”

You could see him getting more frustrated as he continued on. “I’m sorry for everything. For being late, for being such a shitty friend and being so far away lately. I just-”

He took another step forward, eyes never leaving your face. “I’m just afraid of losing everything.”

There was an edge to his voice, like it was hard for him to get the words out. As he inched a little closer, you reached out your hand, fingers inches away from his when suddenly he jumped back. A purple shock flashing in the middle of his chest.

Luke fell to the ground, groaning as he clutched his side. You crouched next to him and his eyes fluttered open slowly. “Ow.”

“What the hell was that?” You asked and Luke sat up.

“I don’t know.” He said, rolling his shoulders, “That’s never happened to me before.”

Suddenly, Alex and Reggie phased back into the gym, both of them looking just as shocked.

“Guys, something so weird just happened.” Reggie exclaimed. Alex took in the sight of you and Luke sitting so close to each other and cleared his throat.

“Should we come back later?”

You glared at him. “Let me guess, you guys also got shocked with creepy purple magic?”

“How’d you know?” Reggie asked, wide-eyed.

Alex sighed at him before he turned back to you. “We definitely need to figure out what the hell just happened.”

“Yeah, let’s go home.” You said and Luke cleared his throat, staring at Alex and Reggie.

“Uh, you guys go. We’ll be there in a minute.”

Alex gave you a questioning look and you nodded, and with another flash, they phased out.

It was quiet for a minute as you both processed everything that just happened. You and Luke hadn’t had a fight like that since you were kids, and that was the most he had said to you in over half a year. Your head was spinning with all the change.

Luke rubbed the back of his neck and you could almost feel how nervous he was. “So..”

“So…” You repeated.

Luke turned a little more towards you and quickly wrapped his pinky around yours. He gave it a gentle squeeze as he smiled.

“Truce?” Luke asked.

You nodded, smiling as you squeezed back. “Truce.”

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nishisun · 3 years

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DORM BUDDIES

12. what the ✨fawk✨ 😀

summary: you’re in need of a new dorm buddy because your current roommate sucks and tsukishima might just be the perfect candidate.

DORM BUDDIES MASTERLIST

warnings: smut 🙄, bokuto’s a jerk in this one.

Once you arrived at akaashi and bokuto’s shared dorm, Bokuto happily greeted you with a hug.

“Hey bo, how are you?” you said, still not breaking the hug because bokuto was hugging you tightly.

He buried his head in the crook of your neck and didn’t say anything for a while, so you both just stood there for some moments in silence as bokuto refused to let go. You let him because you found it cute how clingy he was.

“I’m good,” he mumbled, his breath tickling the skin of your neck. “just missed you, is all.”

without breaking the hug, he moved his hands that were on the back of your waist and slid them right beneath your ass. He began to softly rub the back of your thigh, all while the entrance door was still open.

When you didn’t move his hand away he took that as an okay to continue. He began to kiss your neck softly, getting a soft moan out of you.

“Bo,” you said softly, trying to warn bokuto that the door was still wide open and anyone could see.

He doesn’t respond, instead he taps your thigh softly, signaling you to jump and carries you to his room.

The place was quiet, so that probably meant that akaashi wasn’t at home.

Bokuto closed the door and pushed you against the wall and pulled you in for a needy kiss, tongues tangling with one another. The kiss was rough, really rough, but you didn’t mind because it’s been so long since you and Bokuto have done this.

This whole situation was escalating so quickly that you forgot why Bokuto called you over.

He placed you softly on the bed and pulled the leggings you were wearing, as well as your panties.

“fuck, so wet,” he kneeled down, then used his thumb to capture your slick and softly glided it against your clit. He blew softly at your pussy getting a whimper out of you.

“How is your dumbass already so wet. This all for me?” He then went in and licked your pussy and any normal person wouldn’t have noticed. In fact, his tounge barely managed to touch it, but you were so sensitive, you could feel the the way the wet muscle captured your juices and you arched your back.

“stop teasing you dickhead,” is all you managed to say. You started to squirm, which made Bokuto laugh at your neediness. He decided to shove one finger in your hole, but didn’t thrust.

“now why should I listen to you?” he said. He waited for you to say something, anything, but as soon as you managed to speak up he shoved another finger, thrusting at an extremely fast pace.

“flirting with tsukishima like that,” he continued to thrust, but this time he thrusting into you slow and hard. “you know i get.”

You tried to respond but the pleasure was way too overwhelming. What did he mean by flirting with tsukishima? Your mind was blurred and you couldn’t really care for what he was rambling about, even though he knew you liked to joke around but flirting? He kept thrusting, his pace getting quicker each second, but this time you didn’t feel pleasure. He was going way too fast and hard.

you felt pain?

“Ah, bo,” you patted his forearm trying to tell him to stop but his grip on your thighs tighten. “Bokuto, ow! Stop!”

The pain felt so unusual. it was weird. this whole situation was weird. Why did bokuto randomly call you over for this? What got him so riled up? You looked up to see Bokuto, who looked like he was in a world of his own, not even aware that he was hurting you. You lifted yourself up and tapped his shoulder trying to snap him out of his haze.

“Bokuto, are you okay?” You asked, hand resting on his shoulder.

“Fuck y/n, I’m so sorry, I didnt even notice what-”

“Hey, Hey. It’s fine, you dumbass.” You teased, giving him a reassuring smile. He smiled back softly, but it was obviously a fake one. Something was up with him. He was acting very strange.

“Bokuto what’s wrong,” you asked, “you’ve been acting weird and I’m concerned. Is there something bothering you?”

He looked down for a moment before you look up at you and didn’t say anything. He used the thumb that was covered with your wetness to softly rub the area.

“You’ve always been so caring.” he said, letting out a small sigh.

“Shut up, you’re so cheesy.” You laughed at and he pouted a bit, which only made you giggle in response.

“I was trying to set the mood again.” He said crossing his arms.

“Well too late for that,” you said, getting up and giving his cheek a little pat before wearing your panties and leggings.

“You’re no fun,” he said looking at you dress up again.

“Yeah, yeah, you say that all the time.” This time both of you let out a small laugh as you picked up your things.

“Uh bo,” you said.

“yeah?”

“Do you want me to do something about.. that?” You pointed at the tent that was formed in his grey sweatpants.

“I’ll fix it, it’s getting late anyways you should go.” He said as he laughed nervously.

“wait but didn’t you want to talk about something-”

“I’ll just text you, you really need to go now, bye, love you y/n!” He said guiding you to the door, basically pushing you the way there.

God, he was acting so strange, you thought to yourself.

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sunflowersand-bees · 3 years

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Makeovers

AN: Thought I'd take a shot at Lumity. I'm posting this in honor of my 2 months clean anniversary which was on the 20th. This is the first fic I’ve posted on Tumblr.

Amity grumbled to herself. This could be classified as torture.

"Stop fussing," Luz commanded her girlfriend. "I'm braiding your hair. Your makeover is almost done."

"But I don't want a makeover," Amity complained. "I think I look just fine the way I am."

"Of course you do!" Luz cried, startled. "I just want to see how it looks with a braid though..." Luz pouted.

Amity sighed. She never could resist Luz's puppy dog eyes. "Fine, I'll stop complaining."

Luz brightened immediately. Luz had already used her pout on Amity multiple times that evening.

Amity was sure Luz didn't know what she was doing. I mean, she couldn't be making Amity melt on purpose, right? No, Luz wasn't deep enough for that.

Unbeknownst to Amity, Luz was fully aware of her actions. I mean, Luz wasn't quite so oblivious that she missed Amity's reaction to Luz's pleading. Her puppy dog eyes were a powerful tool, and she utilized them in the only proper way. To get whatever she wanted from her girlfriend.

Luz continued to braid, humming to herself. Amity harmonized quietly. It was a popular song they both liked, Heather by Conan Gray.

"Done!" Luz announced. Amity grabbed a mirror and examined herself. It... wasn't bad. In fact, it looked pretty good. Her purple hair in a braid.

"Now for the outfit!" Luz grabbed Amity's arm and marched towards the closet.

"Wait, no! My outfit is fine!" Amity struggled to escape, but she failed.

Fifteen minutes later, Amity emerged from the closet. Luz was sitting on the floor, waiting for her partner to emerge.

"H-How do I look?" She asked Luz, shyly blushing. She was wearing a simply cut dark blue dress.

Luz's face flooded with color. "You look amazing," She replied, trying - fruitlessly - to cover her face.

"Are..." Amity began suspiciously. "Are you blushing?" She sounded delighted.

"No," Luz's reply was muffled by her hands.

"Really?" Amity said, smirking. She knelt down before Luz. She took Luz's hands gently and pulled them down. Luz looked down, seeming slightly guilty.

"It, uh, it was a mistake to do a makeover," Luz tried to avoid Amity's eyes.

"Why?" Amity asked, lifting Luz's chin so she met her eyes.

"I'm way too gay for this," Luz mumbled quietly.

Amity's blush grew, if that was possible. "I think I am too." She whispered. The girls' noses touched. Luz's breath was hot on her face.

Slowly, Amity leaned in, pressing a soft, chaste kiss to Luz's lips. Luz was stunned for a moment, then she quickly pecked her girlfriend.

Amity stopped, blinking. Both of the girls' faces were akin to a tomato or cherry.

"I think I just short-circuited," Amity said, leaning against Luz.

"Me too," Luz replied. The two laughed.

"Te amo, Amity," Luz smiled down at Amity.

"I love you too, Luz," Amity murmured.

"HOOT HOOT!" Hooty cried, interrupting their special moment. He shoved his head through the door. "Luz, it's time for your-" The rest of Hooty's statement was cut off. Luz had gone and covered Hooty's beak with her hands, preventing him from continuing.

"Yes, Hooty, I know, go away now!" She yelled at him.

"Okay, sheesh, hoot hoot," He grumbled, going back to the front door.

Luz examined the sizable hole in her bedroom door. "Ugh, I told him a million times to knock. It's such a hassle to have to repair all the doors."

"Oh, I can get that for you!" Amity hurried to Luz. She drew a circle in the air. The door repaired itself.

"Gracias, mi amor. Now, a beautiful outfit like that mustn't be wasted! Let's go out!" Luz declared.

Amity was flustered. "Wha- out? I can't go out like this!"

"Why not?" Luz questioned.

"Well, people will see me!"

"Yes, that is usually what happens when people go to town."

Amity glared at Luz. She was being a smart alec.

"Fine, we don't have to go to town, but I wanna go out." Luz pleaded.

Amity groaned. "Luz, I can't today. I have to finish my homework. My mom will ground me if I don't. Sorry." Her voice was filled with genuine sorrow. "It was hard to convince her to let me go for a few hours. I have to go home at 10."

Luz checked the clock. It was 9:36. Definitely not enough time to go on a date. But it was enough time to play a game of Hexas hold 'em.

"Well..." Luz began slowly. "Do you want to play a game before you have to go? We can go on a date next time."

"Thank you," Amity told Luz. "I would love to play a game."

30 minutes, 2 wins, and 5 Luz pouts later, it was time for Amity, the Hexas Hold 'em champion, to leave.

"Bye, Luz," Amity said, her voice full of regret.

"See you later, amor," Luz replied. No, promised. It was a promise. Amity wasn't sure why Luz was promising her, of course they would see each other later, they went to the same school, but she felt touched anyway.

The two embraced and Amity kissed Luz on the cheek, causing both girls to flush.

Luz watched out the front door as Amity walked away. She wasn't sure why, but this goodbye felt final. Well, scratch that. Luz did know why it felt so final. Tomorrow was the day. They were going to try the portal.

Amity turned back to face the owl house and waved. Luz waved back. Amity continued on her way. She resisted the urge to run back to Luz, to hold her tight and never let go.

Both girls felt a sense of longing, and that night, they stared out the window, watching the same moon, wondering if the other was thinking of them.

AN: There it is. This takes place in between Eclipse Lake and Yesterday's Lie. My little gay babies. Hooray, I finished it! I wrote it in one day lmao.

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poetrusicperry · 3 years

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Running Towards Nothing

Chapter Two

chapter one

a/n: i’ve had this finished for a while, but i started college back up again this week and was waiting for a break to post it hehe... i hope you guys like it !! p.s. don’t forget todd is from the american south in this hehe

chapter summary: todd gets “acquainted” with neil, suffers through the first week of classes, and misses his older brother a lot

warnings: a bit of angst ?

word count: 1929

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Upon arriving into his room, Todd plunked his suitcase down on his bed and flipped the latches open. The other side of the room was presently empty, so he figured Neil hadn’t made his way there yet. It was a bit sad seeing all the parents helping their kids move into their rooms for the year. Todd’s mother and father had left almost directly after the ceremony, leaving Todd to struggle up three flights of stairs while lugging a heavy suitcase. The hallway was bustling; loads of voices, opening and shutting of doors, footsteps, and knocks could be heard through the thin walls of Welton. Todd had shut the door to try to ease some of the disquiet, but it didn’t make much of a difference. As he adjusted the time on his clock to mirror that of his watch, the door opened with slight struggle. He turned toward the direction of the doorway and saw Neil pushing the door open ever so slightly with his hands full of a suitcase and a typewriter. Behind him stood a tall, broad man (who Todd could only assume was his father). He didn’t look like Neil, but there was something in their faces that just made Todd believe they were related. Todd rushed to the door and pulled it open more for Neil, holding the handle apprehensively as the boy and his father walked into the room.

“Oh, thanks. Father, this is Todd Anderson, my roommate,” Neil set the typewriter gently on his desk and leaned the suitcase on the leg of his bed before wiping his hands on his pants and gesturing to Todd. Neil’s father set down the small duffel bag he was carrying onto Neil’s bed and held his hand out to Todd.

“I’m Neil’s father, Tom Perry. Pleasure to meet you,” Todd took his hand hesitantly, shaking it slowly.

“You, too, sir,” his accent slipped toward the end of his sentiment.

“Where ya from, son?” his eyebrows slightly knit in a non-threatening way.

“Um… Arizona, sir,” even Todd was surprised at the information, considering it was a big, fat lie. He didn’t even know why he lied, it just came out.

“Ah, out west. Lovely place, Arizona–”

“Father,” Neil interrupted, his adolescence giving way to the fact that he felt his father was embarrassing him by being too forward with someone he barely knew.

“Oh, right, I should probably get going,” he laughed, clapping a hand onto Neil’s shoulder, “Hard work this semester, Son, especially with all those extracurriculars. I want to see those As!” he smiled, earning a grin in return from Neil.

“Yes, sir,” Neil blushed slightly.

“And you let me or your mother know if you need anything, anything at all,” he finished, releasing Neil’s shoulder from his grasp.

Neil nodded, “Yes, Father. Thanks for helping me take my stuff up,”

“Goodbye, Neil,” his father gave the boy a final nod, then turned to Todd, “Nice to meet you, Todd. Good luck this term,” Todd acknowledged him silently and Neil’s father exited the room, shutting the door behind him. Walking back over to his open suitcase, Todd pulled out a couple shirts and let them drop, still folded, onto the bare mattress; a set of sheets and a comforter were folded up at the head of his bed underneath a pillow.

“Your parents grabbing the rest of your stuff from the car?” Neil inquired, absentmindedly unzipping his suitcase.

“Oh… Uh, no, they left after the ceremony,” Todd shrugged, his back turned to Neil. There was a weighted silence for a few seconds; Neil was probably trying to figure out why Todd’s parents would just leave him to his own devices on a day as important as today.

“So why’d you leave your old school? What brings you to Welton?” Neil wondered aloud. Todd could tell that Neil was facing him, and he felt rude not turning around, but for some reason he just couldn’t bring himself to.

“Uh, my dad’s job. Relocated,” Todd added onto the Arizona lie, careful to reign in his accent yet again.

“Cool. What’s Arizona like? I’ve never left the east coast before,” Neil pressed with a faint laugh. God, this kid didn’t shut up, did he?

“It’s fine. Hot,” Todd shrugged, walking over to his desk and setting his notebooks onto the surface. Neil laughed a little more,

“You’re not much of a talker, are you, Anderson?”

“That a bad thing?” Todd shot back, anxiety rattling his bones.

“No, just commenting,” even though Todd wasn’t facing him, he could hear that Neil was smiling. Todd didn’t respond, just continued to unpack, and before he knew it, he was shoving his empty suitcase underneath his bed.

Neil had somehow finished unpacking pretty quickly and had left the room to go hang out with his friends (Todd had gotten a glimpse of them when Neil had opened the door. Turns out that it was the group from outside the arcade). As if this couldn’t get any harder for Todd, of course he was rooming with the most popular kid in school; the one with an established, close-knit friend group and a star-studded, intimidating reputation to uphold.

The first week of classes had crawled by, Todd speaking only when spoken to, and avoiding confrontation at any other chance he got. Mostly, he holed himself up in his and Neil’s room, pouring over books and anything else that could keep him occupied from his thoughts and his roommate. Neil had tried, on more than one occasion, to get Todd to hang out or open up, but it just wasn’t something Todd felt… right doing. There was something about campus that made Todd uneasy; the expectations and assignments, they all made his head hurt. Todd wasn’t stupid by a long shot, he just wasn’t used to the rigor that came along with private school.

On a particularly windy evening in early September, Todd was taking a phone call from Jeffrey in the dorm hallway. He was conscious that other people wanted, and probably needed, to use the phone, but it was the first time he’d spoken to his brother since Jeff left for school.

“So how are things over there? Are you liking it?” Jeff’s voice warbled slightly through the phone.

“I don’t really know, Jeff… it’s lonely here. I don’t like it much,” Todd shrugged even though his brother couldn’t see him.

“Well why don’t you like it? Classes too hard?”

“I don’t know,”

“Yes you do, Todd,” Jeff’s firm tone brought Todd back to reality a bit.

“I just… I want to go home,”

“So tell Mom and Dad–”

“No, I mean… home home,” Todd sighed. Jeff was quiet for a while, “Jeff?”

“I’m here, bud… I know you want to go home, but I just… we left for good reason. And it’s not your fault. You know that–”

“It is my fault. Mom and Dad said so,” Todd mumbled, twisting the telephone cord between his fingers. He was talking pretty quietly so none of the other kids waiting could hear him.

“No, it’s not your fault. It’s just a rough situation, Todd. Please know that I’m on your side, okay? And please don’t give up on this new school… Maybe try to make some friends? Is your roommate nice at least?”

“Yeah, I guess. He talks a lot. Asks a lot of questions,” Todd sighed again.

“So talk to him. Roommates can be like a built in friend,”

“Do you like yours?”

“Yeah, he’s cool,” Jeff smiled, “You should just give people a chance, Todd. They’re not all bad,”

“I know,” the silence that followed was comfortable.

“Well, hey, listen I have to go, but call me if you need anything. Anything at all, you hear me?” Jeff cleared his throat.

“You sound tired, Jeff,” Todd commented

“So do you, pal,” his smirk was audible through the phone.

“Get some sleep, okay?” Todd blinked hard.

“You, too. I’ll talk to you later, alright?”

“Okay… bye,” Todd was about to hang the receiver up.

“Todd–”

“Yeah?

“I miss you, man,” Todd paused at his brother’s sentiment.

“M-miss you, too,” Todd said quietly.

“Okay, bye,”

“Night,” Todd said, placing the receiver back onto the cradle. He got up and trudged back to his room, trying to ignore the dirty looks being thrown his way for using the phone for longer than ten minutes.

In the dark of the room, Todd laid in his bed, staring up at the ceiling unblinking. He stared so hard he began to see little specks of white invading his vision. Stars, Todd thought to himself. Just as he began to drift to a more peaceful place, the door shot open, the light flicking on.

“Oh, shit,” Neil said, turning the lights back off, “Sorry, Todd… Are you awake?”

“Am now,” he mumbled, turning onto his side and away from Neil.

“Sorry…”

“S’okay,” Todd shrugged, pulling his covers up. There was some shuffling, and Todd closed his eyes, hearing Jeff’s words shift around in his head, “You should just give people a chance, Todd.”

He turned over suddenly to ask Neil a question, but stopped mid-inhalation when he saw a ¾-naked Neil standing in front of his dresser, changing into his pajamas.

“Oh... Fuck,” Todd averted his eyes back to the ceiling. Neil looked over at him, seemingly unfazed. Todd’s heart began to beat faster and he gripped his sheets under the covers.

“You okay?” Neil asked, pulling on a pair of plaid flannel pajama pants.

“Yeah, fine,” Todd cleared his throat and rubbed his chest with his other hand slowly in an attempt to calm his breathing. Todd shook his head to himself, willing away the impure thoughts circulating his brain, “Uh, where do you always go at night?” he asked.

“Out with friends,” Neil smiled, throwing a plain white t-shirt over his head.

“But I thought we’re not allowed to leave campus,” Todd finally looked back at him.

“Exactly,” Neil smirked, pushing his glasses up with his middle finger.

“Oh,” Todd looked away again. Why was this kid so attractive? And mysterious, “Okay,” he pulled his covers up and tried his best to repress the funny feeling in his stomach. Neil didn’t say anything back just yet, he simply shut his bedside lamp off and clambered into bed.

“How come you don’t talk to anyone?” Neil asked when they’d been laying in silence for a while.

“I dunno,” Todd answered, his voice drowned in exhaustion.

“Well… you’re pretty much the out-of-state enigma,” Neil laughed at his quick-witted comment, “I’m surprised Nolan hasn’t plastered your face all over the school fliers yet,”

“I don’t have much to say, and even if I did, it wouldn’t matter anyway,” Todd shrugged, letting his heavy eyes get the best of him. If he bound himself tightly enough under the confines of silence, he didn’t have to know anyone or make the same mistakes he made back in Alabama. When Neil didn’t respond, Todd sighed, “Night,” he said, putting the conversation to bed without dinner.

“Oh… okay. Goodnight, Todd,” Neil said quietly.

The breeze outside was the only sound Todd focused on in a desperate attempt to ignore the deep, even breathing of a fast asleep Neil. Todd’s head began to swim in the unfortunate instances of the past few months. How could he have been so stupid? Before he knew it, he was out of bed and pacing the grounds outside, ultimately finding himself sitting on a bench in tears, and wishing he was curled up in his bedroom in Alabama.

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and as always, thank you to @noelliza for being my peer editor <3(:

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maybanksbitch · 4 years

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Homework || Pope Heyward

pairing: pope x reader

requested: yes. anon asked “Idk if you write for Pope but if you do, maybe one where he’s trying to confess but gets nervous and ends up rambling and the reader kisses him to shut him up”

warnings: none. just good ‘ol fluff.

a/n: posting this because i loved the request and our underrated baby boy pope needs more love.

* i do not own this gif; all credit goes to the owner.

You got out of your car and made your way down to the docks outside of Heyward’s. You smiled politely at the people you passed and got one back in return. You caught a glimpse of the man himself by the door to the building and sent him a wave as you made your way to the boats to find his son.

You saw him spraying down the dock, ridding it of fish slime and sand. He didn’t see you coming and the smile on your face grew wider as you watched him.

“Hey, Heyward Junior!” you called to your friend, waving as he turned around and his eyes found you.

A grin broke out across Pope’s face and he wrapped the hose around one of the wooden posts. “What’re you doing here? I figured you’d be at John B’s,” he said as he walked towards you.

The whole gang was supposed to go out on the HMS Pogue that day, minus Pope who was helping his dad. You canceled last minute. You wanted nothing more than to be out on the water with your friends, but your grades were slipping. If you started failing classes, there was no way in hell your parents would let you see your friends as much.

“Wellll, I kinda need a favor,” you smiled sheepishly and intertwined your fingers behind your back.

Pope raised and eyebrow, waiting for you to continue.

“I was hoping you could help me with my homework? I’m almost failing History and Math and, you know my parents, it’s bye-bye friends if I fall behind.”

The dark haired boy hummed and nodded. He did in fact remember two years ago when you failed Science for the first grading period and you were grounded until your next report card. It wasn’t fun for any of you.

“Yeah, yeah, of course,” he responded and nodded quickly. “Lemme just go talk to my dad real quick.”

Pope didn’t give you a chance to respond before he was jogging up the dock and right up to his father. You saw them go back and forth for a minute, Heyward glancing your way. The older man smiled softly and said one closing thing to his son before waving him off.

You smiled widely and walked back up the dock to your car, Pope falling into step right beside you. He teased you a bit about needing help but ultimately, he was more than happy to do it. You knew it too. That boy would do absolutely anything for you.

•

“Oh my God,” you groaned and dropped your head into your hands, “I’m never gonna get this, Pope! It’s useless. I may as well ground my damn self at this point.”

You were laying on your stomach, homework spread out in front of you as you tried to solve the Math problem. Pope was beside you, mirroring your position as he watched you. He let out a small chuckle at your frustration and reached over to take your pencil.

“Try it this way,” he said as he scribbled a new method on a blank page in your notebook.

You took your pencil and worked out the problem much, much easier. You scoffed and looked over at him with a disbeliving look on your face.

“Why didn’t Newman teach it that way in the first place?!” you asked, referencing to your teacher who you were starting to think was horrible at his job. Pope would be a better teacher than him at that point.

Pope shrugged a bit and gave you a small smile. He watched as you went back to work on the paper, using the equation he gave you. His eyes watched your pencil scribble against the paper until they were drifting up to the side of your face.

He gazed over everyone of your features, taking them in like you were going to evaporate into thin air. He smiled softly as your eyelashes fluttered in thought. The corner of your mouth twitched up the tiniest bit when the answer clicked in your mind.

You didn’t notice him looking at first, until you felt him practically staring holes into you. You turned your head to look at him but he didn’t react. His dark brown eyes met yours as though he was in a trance. He was snapped out of it when you let out a small chuckle.

“What’re you staring at?” you asked, tucking rouge strands of hair behind your ear.

“Wha-Uh, Nothing,” Pope shook his head quickly and pointed to your paper, “You’re almost done, keep going.”

You hummed softly and did as you were told, the ghost of a smile lingered on your lips. He began staring at you again as your worked on the last problem. Your lips parted just slightly to call him out on it but he started speaking first.

“(Y/N), I have to tell you something.”

You looked over and met Pope’s eyes once again. Your eyes held slight concern, but they were soft. You were looking at him like he held your whole world in his hands and he began to choke up.

“Y-You look really pretty today,” he blurted out. Your eyebrows furrowed slightly. “Not that you, you know, don’t look pretty everyday! It’s just, today? Something about your hair... and-and you look extra tan!”

You just stared on as Pope continued to spew word vomit, “And your eyes! I think it’s the lighting right now, but wow, breathtaking! I also love your freckles and ithinkiminlovewithyou, that shirt looks nice!”

He didn’t think you heard it, but you did. Your heart soared when those words left his lips. You smiled the slightest bit and Pope felt like his heart was about to beat out of his chest. He just kept talking, and talking, and you listened, to every stupid word that left his mouth.

“I sound really dumb I’m sor-”

This time you cut him off. Your hand found the back of his neck and you pulled him towards you quickly. Your lips molded together in a sweet, gentle kiss, one that made his head spin.

When you pulled away, Pope was dopey eyed and breathless. You giggled slightly and put your hand over your mouth shyly. Your lips tingled, craving to be pressed against his again.

“I’m sorry, but I couldn’t let you torture yourself anymore,” you apologized, causing him to blush. “I like you, Pope. A lot.”

The boy placed his finger under your chin and brought your lips back together again at your confession. He was so happy he felt like he could fly. Never did he think you could possibly feel like same way about him. Why would you when there were Toppers and John Bs walking around?

Your hand rested on Pope’s cheek and when you pulled away, you stroked it softly with your thumb. You grinned from ear to ear and quickly shoved all of your homework off of the bed. That could wait until later. Right now you had more important things to do, like kiss the boy of your dreams over, and over, and over.

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Avatar the Last Airbender fic - Avatar Katara AU

To go along with this post: South Pole AU...

On the same night, using my phone, I also wrote over 8,000 words to this Avatar Katar AU. I had a lot of fun worldbuilding the Southern Water Tribe and what life would have been like for Katara had her mother not been murdered, along with coming up with friends for her and Sokka. And, yes, this means Aang was found and died 11 years before the story starts, but he makes appearances in Katara's dreams a lot.

Just thought I'd share what I have written and maybe motivate myself to finish more of it.

South Pole

The Southern Water Tribe lived in a constant state of fear. Her parents tried to act like nothing was wrong, but Katara heard their worried, hushed conversations with Gran-Gran all the same. How could she not worry when words like war and raids and Fire Nation peppered their midnight talks?

Katara, like the few other children of the tribe, knew the stories of the raids. The Fire Nation had routinely come looking for waterbenders, but then suddenly eleven years ago, the raids stopped. That was the night the beams of bright, white light lit the sky in all four nations. A bad omen the elders called it.

That was the night Katara was born, and being born under a bad omen was about as dreadful as you could imagine.

"Katara, dear," her mother called, "you'll be late for school."

Katara quickly dropped the tendril of water extending from her fingers back into the basin just as her mother poked her head into the room she shared with her brother.

"What are you doing?"

"Just washing my hands," she said innocently, holding up her wet hand as evidence.

Her mom shook her head. "Well, hurry up."

Katara let out a sigh of relief, heart pounding in her chest, as she ran to the front door and wiggled into her coat and squeezed her feet into her too-small boots. "Bye, I love you, Mom," she called over her shoulder then hurried out the door.

It was early winter at the South Pole which meant despite the hour, the sun was still low on the horizon, giving the sky a hazy, dusk feeling. It would be like this for the next six months before the sun would rise again fiving way to six months of day.

The schoolhouse was a large, squat building made of ice in the center of the village. The boys attended classes in the morning so they would be free to help with the fishing later in the day while Katara and the other girls had a scant two hours of classes during the afternoon—squeezed in between morning and evening chores.

Katara never minded helping her mother and Gran-Gran with the chores, but she cherished the couple of hours she got to read and learn new things, especially about the outside world. A world she would never get to see. But that was okay, she thought, as long as she had her family and her imagination.

The boys were already tumbling out of the door, yelling and shoving each other in their excitement to be free. Katara quickly gathered a handful of snow, looking for her brother, but before she could pick him out in the crowd, a mass of slush landed mostly in her right ear. She squawked in surprise, tripping over her own feet and landing in the snow.

Sokka and his friends laughed at her humiliation. You'd think she'd be used to it by now. One of these days she would get him first.

Sokka extended a hand down to help her up. "Nice try, kid," he said as she dug snow out of her ear. "It's cute how hard you try."

"You're only a year older than me!"

"That's not why I'm better than you. It's because I'm a boy and you're a girl and that's just how things are."

A growl of frustration built in the back of her throat. She hated when Sokka acted like he was so much smarter than her just because he was a boy. Like that made a difference. "Ugh," she shouted as they walked away still laughing. "Why do you have to be so… so condescending?"

Sokka glanced over his shoulder. "That's not even a word."

"It is, too," she yelled. She had learned it in school last week and was pretty sure she used it correctly—she'd check the dictionary scrolls to be sure, though. Wiping more snow from her hair, she headed inside.

Three older girls were huddled together poring over a well-worn scroll in the corner where the large dictionary scrolls were kept on special rolls. Curious, Katara peeked over the arm of one of them. The scroll was old and weathered so not from the school. She only had time to read a few words of the title—something about love and dragons. Gross—before she was shoved away.

"You're too little for this," Seena said. "You wouldn't understand." The other girls laughed.

Katara stomped over to the dictionary and spun the wheels, winding the scroll from one giant roll to the other, until she got to the correct word. Ha! She did use it correctly. She stuck her tongue out at the equally condescending older girls since Sokka wasn't there. They didn't notice, but her friend Kita gave her a weird look.

Kita was six months older than Katara and had a huge crush on Sokka. At least that's what Kita always told her. Katara wasn't exactly sure what a crush was, but it entailed a lot of blushing and giggling on Kita's part. Sokka didn't seem to notice.

She joined Kita on the fur-covered floor just as the teacher arrived with her new son, Haran, in a wrap across her chest. The infant mewed softly, getting the attention of the youngest kids who just adored babies. The older girls fought over who would get to hold him first if he got fussy during class. Katara groaned knowing they wouldn't learn anything today with the baby there.

"I'm going to have four kids," Kita said, playing with her hair. "Two boys and two girls."

Katara frowned, thinking about having a sister and extra brother squeezed into their tiny room. It sounded awful. She was about to say so but Kita continued.

"It'll be perfect. We'll get married at sixteen and have our first at seventeen. A boy, of course."

"I don't think you get to choose," Katara muttered, but her friend still wasn't listening. Katara likewise tuned her out until she heard her brother's name. "Huh?"

Kita rolled her eyes then leaned close. "I said don't you think we'll make cute babies together?" She signed dramatically at Katara's continued confusion. "Me and Sokka."

Katara blinked at her as the reality of her words set in. "You wanna have babies with my brother?" she practically shouted. All she could think was "why?" and "gross."

The room went quiet, all eyes on them. The color drained from Katara's face as Kita's went scarlet. "I swear, you're such a child, Katara," her friend yelled, hopping to her feet. "You don't understand anything."

Katara wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Instead, she ran from the school. Nobody followed her.

I'll probably add more to this later. I have 8k words started, but it takes a while to edit when a lot of my keys don't work on my keyboard (editing on my phone is just as frustrating and slow). Stay tuned.

#avatar the last airbender #atla fanfic #katara #sokka #avatar katara AU #pre canon #unfinished #sibling rivalry #katara is socially inept #aang may be gone but he won't let you forget him

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The Only Time I Feel Alive Is When I Find Something I Would Die For (Part 1)

Mal’s plots turn personal when she cooks up a plan for her big brother, Jay, and Evie’s brother, Carlos.

Another @bunny-lou Jaylos prompt 🤷‍♀️ Her ideas are too good, and I #cantstopwontstop. Her idea that I used is listed in this post. (Please note I did take a few of my own liberties with the idea, making Mal and Evie 12 instead of 8, and Jay and Carlos are their brothers instead of cousins.)

Evie groans as Mal scribbles away in her notebook. “Mal, you know this is only an assignment, right? We’re not really taking over the island. You’re NOT going to be Queen of the Isle.”

But Mal’s eyes never leave her page. She’s writing furiously, tongue poking out between her lips as she focuses on her task.

“We’re BOTH going to be queen, Evie! Don’t forget that,” she adds, still writing. “Don’t worry, we can’t give all these details in the project, I wouldn’t want anyone busting us before we can even put it in action. But I don’t want to waste this time either! Between the two of us, we definitely have the brains to pull this off.”

Evie scoffs and rolls her eyes. If Mal could spend all their time together scheming and plotting, she probably would. Sometimes she wonders how they had time to become best friends in between her plans for world domination.

“Hey!” Evie screeches when a ball of paper suddenly hits her head, knocking her out of her thoughts. She glares at Mal, who’s still balling up papers and chuckling quietly.

“If you’re just going to roll your eyes and not help, maybe I’ll just make you my court Jester instead. How do you feel about wearing a neon jumpsuit and hat with bells?” She snarks, as she continues to hurl papers at her friend.

Evie giggles, grabbing at the balls and whipping them back at Mal. “Just try it, if you DARE, and see what happens!”

The room fills with laughter as the paper balls fly back and forth, their homework momentarily forgotten. It’s not long before a stomping echoes up the stairs. Both girls pause as the bedroom door when it swings open. Mal’s older brother stands in the doorway, smirking down at the girls stretched out on the floor.

“Doesn’t sound like much homework is getting done up here, does that mean it’s time to take Evie home?” He sneers, picking up a ball of paper and rolling it through his fingers, before flipping it over his shoulder into the trash can.

“Come on, Jay! We’re just taking a little break, ok? Can you, just, go back to your hole and leave us alone?” Mal huffs, trying to wave her brother out of her room.

Jay just shakes his head. “No way, mom says I have to go with you when you take Evie home. She doesn’t trust either of you not to get into trouble.” He smiles at Evie, who blushes at the eye contact, turning her head away from the older boy.

Mal keeps a steely glare on Jay, arms crossed angrily. But Jay remains unaffected by his sister’s attitude, staring back with a hint of a smile on his lips.

“You’ve got five minutes. Gather your stuff and be ready to go when I get back.”

With that Jay is gone, and Mal continues to grumble and mutter under her breath as she and Evie pick up, Evie shoving her books back into her backpack as she watches the door where Jay was standing.

“Your brother is so handsome,” she sighs. “How is it that he doesn’t have a girlfriend?”

“You mean, why isn’t getting his rocks off instead of bugging his little sister and her friends?” She groans, chucking the paper balls into the garbage. “Who even knows. I wish he had someplace to go so he wasn’t here annoying us. Making you go home. Evil master plans take time.”

“Do I hear you planning again, sis?” Jay quips, popping back into the room. “At this rate, you’re going to have thought wrinkles across your forehead before you’re even thirteen.” He saunters over and palms her forehead, making her screech as she shoves him off.

Evie gasps at his words. “Don’t you even think that, Jay! Queens can’t have wrinkles.” She points an accusing finger as he laughs, backing away from Mal as he smoothes down his shirt.

Mal looks him over, suddenly noticing his made up appearance. “Dude, did you change? You look...cleaner.”

Jay snorts, ushering the girls out the door. “It’s hot outside, ok? My clothes were sweaty.” He slams the door behind them as they make their way down the street.

But Mal doesn’t let up. “But we’re walking Evie to her house, weirdo! It would’ve made more sense to change after that, don’t you think?”

Jay ignores her, keeping a protective hand behind the girls as they walk. He’s right, the day is hot and humid, and a blast of musty warm air whisps a few strands of the boy’s long hair across Mal’s face, obscuring her vision.

“You brushed your hair, too!” She notes, swatting the unusually silky pieces out of her eyes. “Who in the hell are you trying to impress? You better not be trying to hit on my friends!”

Evie giggles lightly at Mal’s words, glancing at Jay out of the corner of her eye. He catches the look and winks, causing Evie to turn away quickly, a tiny smile on her face.

“As pretty as Evie is, I’m more than a little too old for her, don’t you think?” He sighs, shaking his head at Mal. They’re approaching the front entrance of Evie’s castle, and Jay steps ahead of them quickly as they push through the rusty, squeaking gates.

When he reaches the door he bangs on it firmly, looking behind as the girls catch up to him. Before Jay can say another word to them, the door swings open, and Jay is face to face with another teen boy, slighter and leaner than him, with a freckled face and a head of curly white tendrils.

“Carlos.”

Jay’s voice is barely above a whisper as he gapes in front of him.

Carlos pauses in surprise, clearly not expecting the other teen. “H-hey, Jay.”

Evie and Mal share a look, brows perked at the awkard silence and eye contact. Evie takes a slow step in front of Jay, ending the moment as Carlos breaks away from Jay’s gaze to look at her, visibly relaxing with a smile when their eyes meet.

“Evie, you’re back! Mom was about to call you to come home.” Carlos reaches for her arm, pulling her inside.

“Bye Mal! I’ll call you later,” Evie tells her with a wave. “And thanks for walking me home Jay!”

Jay quirks a half smile as Carlos closes the door behind them. Standing there for another moment, he feels eyes boring into his back. He winces when he turns to face Mal, seeing her already obnoxious smirk.

“Well, well, I think now I know the reason for your little...mid-afternoon glow up,” she chuckles. Jay snorts, giving her back a shove to move her along.

“Ok, ok! Chill Romeo. I’m just making an observation. Tip for next time though, talking will get you a lot farther than just gawking at him,” Mal quips, unable to hold back her snickering.

“Oh ha ha,” Jay teases, bumping her shoulder. “Do you think I’m about to take dating advice from a 12-year-old? I’m sure you’ve been on SO many dates.”

“I don’t need dating experience to know that was an awkward disaster,” she jokes, waving back at Evie’s doorway. “When were you going to tell me you were hot for my best friend’s brother?”

A frustrated groan escapes Jay’s lips as he trudges along next to her. “Will you just get off my back? I never said I had the hots for Carlos! I was just...I didn’t expect to see him. I was surprised. A little. Ok?”

Mal perks an eyebrow, eyeing him quizzically.

“So, I’m supposed to believe you were surprised to see Carlos at his house, that he lives at with Evie because he’s her family, when you’re taking Evie home to her family?” She can’t stop the almost maniacal look on her face as she watches her brother squirm under her inquiry, a scowl curling on his lips.

“Ok, ok, you’ve made your point! Can you just let up for a minute? I can handle my own shit. I don’t need you on my case.” Jay starts walking at a hurried pace as they approach their home, fast enough to startle Mal and get her to break out into a run when he flies by her. But before she can make it to the door it’s already being slammed in her face, a triumphant Jay howling on the other side.

“Too slow, short stuff!” He shouts in a muffled tone through the door. “Next time maybe you’ll learn to mind your own business!”

Mal grunts her dissatisfaction, but relents even before she reaches for the door handle, instead choosing to walk alongside the house and whip out her phone.

As she starts to dial, thoughts about her best friend creep into her mind, the clever bluenette with a sharp brain and an even sharper mouth to match. A few things about today had made her feel...off. An uneasy feeling has settled into her gut, and she doesn’t like it at all.

Fortunately, she has a plan to fix things.

“Evie!” She almost shouts when the girl finally answers. Mal collects herself, dropping her voice lower in case anyone can hear. “Yes, I got home fine...no, nothing’s wrong...I just...listen! I just wanted to ask if your brother’s single.”

Evie confirms what Mal is hoping for, and a calculated grin spreads across face.

“Perfect. I have an idea, and I need your help.”“

#jaylos #malvie #jay son of jafar #mal bertha #evie grimhilde #Carlos De Vil #descendants #descendants fanfiction #bunny-lou prompt #bunny-lou has the best ideas and i can't stop writing them #mal and jay are siblings #carlos and evie are siblings #descendants au

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And Another One Gets a Post!

Ms. Emmibee: I’m tired and my back hurts.

Me: Hmm, I can’t as of yet teleport over-the-counter pain medicine and soft things to unknown locations with my mind. How can I help?

Me: Wait.

Me: There is a soft thing I can sort of teleport.

And here it is!

Sooo, I’ve been on a bit of a lazy streak this past week or so, so I figured I should actually do something productive, and what better way to be productive than to make a gift for someone? Thus, this is here.

I’ll also be posting this to my fanfiction account… AND my brand-new Archive Of Our Own account! Yeah, I finally did the thing and got an account. If I can figure out how to post the story right, then it’ll definitely be up today! Thanks once more plus infinity to Emmibee to inviting me and letting me write and post these and just generally being a really cool person!

If you’ve seen the picture that this story is based on, then you’ll definitely recognize the title. Speaking of things, but not entirely, here are some “warnings”:

Contains fluff and, like, one sort-of quote from Homestuck and Spongebob season 1, but I don’t know what episode. Read at your own risk.

Maximum Yearn

“Something on your mind, Dr. Gaster?” Emmibee asked the skeleton sitting across from her. He had been alternating between sneaking glances at her and staring intently into his coffee cup ever since she had sat down at the kitchen table that morning. Clearly, he was thinking hard about something, but what?

It took him a second to register what she had said, and he blinked his good eye socket at her. “There is always something on my mind,” he said simply. “My mind is a fascinating puzzle that I continue to improve on a daily basis with my incredible skills and accomplishments.”

“That, you do,” Emmi said with a light laugh.

He raised a bone brow at her. “I was being serious.”

“I know.”

He continued to look at her for a moment, at first with a bit of a hard expression, but slowly, it began to soften to one of neutral content. His two-second stare became a four-second stare, and Emmi turned her attention to her tea cup. She sipped the golden flower tea Asgore had gifted her on her first day in the Underground. The flavor was wonderful, a little like a sweet and floral oolong with natural hints of cream and honey.

She could still feel the doctor’s gaze on her. She wasn’t sure how one could “feel” a gaze without seeing it, but it felt… calculating, but not cold. Analytical, yet anticipatingly fascinated. Yes, anticipation. That was the emotion she could feel from him. A hint of apprehension and nervousness, all hiding an eagerness to learn, to expand. What a way with words I have this morning, she thought to herself. I’d better get to the bottom of why he’s looking at me before I write a whole creative essay.

She had just raised her gaze and opened her mouth when Gaster beat her to the chase. “There is something I must do.”

She cocked her head at him. “Must do?” He hummed in agreement. “And what might that be?”

He set his elbow on the table and raised his hand, the palm (or lack thereof) facing her. “Hold your hand like this.”

Slowly, she copied his position. “Why?”

“No questions.” He proceeded to stare at her hand for another couple of seconds. Emmi watched his eye socket shift slightly from side to side, taking in the sight. She wasn’t entirely sure what to make of this. Sure, Gaster could be a bit… odd, for lack of a better word, but he usually had a reason for what he did, even if his logic was just as odd as he was (again, for lack of a better word).

What could this be about? She ran through the possibilities: maybe he was trying to tell if her body was real or some sort of illusion created by her human SOUL? Or maybe he was trying to see if she had a nervous tic of some kind, so he’d know if she was feeling one way or the other? Both seemed like they could be it, but they didn’t seem to match the emotion she felt from him. So what—?

Without warning, Gaster pressed his hand against Emmi’s, hard and suddenly enough to create a soft clapping sound, but not enough to hurt. She did jump a bit, though. A very tiny part of her mind wondered how his hand had made such a sound without a palm. The rest of her mind was thinking, “hand”.

Gaster was now staring at their pressed-together hands, and she looked as well. His hand was much larger; the tip of her longest finger just touched the top of the hole in his palm. He fingers were long and slender, which was probably good for dealing with delicate machinery. And it was so warm.

So warm and comforting, in fact, that she nearly missed what he said. “…just as I thought,” he was saying.

She leaned forward across the table, inadvertently pressing their hands closer together. “What do you mean?”

“It’s increasingly obvious,” he continued, seeming to ignore her. “We can deny it no longer.”

“What? What?!” The anticipation was going to set Emmi’s wings aflutter again.

He paused again. Then he turned to look at her, his teeth quirking into what, on anyone else, would have barely qualified as a smile, but on him was the visual definition of “goofy”. “You are small.”

…

“PFFT-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!” She locked her fingers with his in an effort to keep herself from falling face-first onto the table and out of her chair.

“I’m perfectly serious,” Gaster said. His teeth quirked a little more, sending her into another series of loud guffaws. “Honestly, you can be so strange. Why in the world would you be laughing?”

Emmi wheezed. She probably would have kept on going for an hour, had she not felt something press against the back of her hand between her fingers. She looked up and saw that Dr. Gaster had also locked his fingers with hers. Their hands were now clasped. They were holding hands. We’re doing this, man, Emmi thought, we’re making this happen. In all honesty, if she could just have a single minute of this, every day, for the rest of her life, then deciding to come to this world was already more than worth it. And it could only go uphill from here.

Unfortunately, it was not meant to last. Gaster blinked suddenly and pulled his hand away, staring at her in a way she couldn’t describe. Definitely not that same, goofy warmth from before, though. Someday, Gaster. Someday.

“I have work,” Gaster said sharply, standing up. He grabbed his coffee mug and stared at it. “It’s cold,” he stated. He then downed the coffee in one gulp. “It was cold.”

“Shame.”

Gaster hurried around the kitchen, shoving his arms into his lab coat and slinging his work bag over his shoulder. Emmi watched him scurry, still in a good mood despite the hand holding being cut short. “I think I’ll spend the day at the Librarby,” she said nonchalantly.

“Library,” Gaster corrected. “They made a mistake when painting the sign.”

“I know. So… can I, you know, do that?”

“Do what you will. Just don’t talk to anyone.”

“I’m not going to ignore someone if they say ‘hello’, Dr. Gaster.”

He gave her a look before sighing in defeat. “Only talk to someone if they engage first.”

Emmi grinned at him. “Thanks, Dr. Gaster.”

His free hand practically flew to adjust his glasses, and he seemed a bit too distracted to notice at the moment. “Mm. I’ll pick you up when I get back from… work.”

“Say ‘hi’ to the boys for me,” she wanted to say, but figured that would just redact everything that happened just now. Instead, she said, “okay. Bye, doctor.”

He hummed in acknowledgement and hurried out the door, slamming it behind him out of a need for speed rather than a need to express intense emotion.

Emmi settled into the quiet of the house for a moment, then looked at her tea. “It’s probably cold,” she said aloud. She drank the tea in one gulp. “It was cold.”

After putting the cups in the sink, she grabbed an energy bar out of the fridge and put on her coat. Time to read up on monster history to impress a certain skele-man.

***

When does this take place? I imagine maybe a week or two after Emmi has settled into Snowdin with Gaster. Long enough that there’s something of a routine in place, soon enough that Emmi still has some golden flower tea from Asgore, and before Emmi officially meets the boys. Who knows how long it’ll take to get there; it’ll be worth the wait, though!

According to this site I found called Adiago Teas, golden flower tea is a kind of oolong with hints of honeysuckle, “Osmanthus” (which is a flower apparently found on the “devilwood” tree), and a subtle creaminess. I’m not sure what kind of tea Emmibee would like, and I don’t even know if this would count as the same kind of golden flower tea Asgore makes, but she wasn’t complaining during chapter one, so I imagine she’s good with sweet teas. (After some further research, it turns out Adiago also does “fandom” teas, including a series for Undertale! However, the teas are based on characters, and none of them are a straight up “golden flower” tea. Though Flowey’s does have gunpowder. Blow up a cardboard box with it.)

Does this seem to friendly for Gaster? Keep in mind that he has his own logic to these sorts of things, and was probably trying to see what would happen when he put his hand to Emmi’s. Also, I imagine he was sleep deprived (suddenly having someone in your home can wreck your sleep schedule), was thinking about it since she showed up, and also touch-starved. Disguising hand holding as a miniature “experiment” is the perfect way to keep yourself from thinking you have emotional needs!

A part of me wondered if Emmi’s hand would accidentally go through Gaster’s hand hole, but I figured that would ruin the mood, so that’s a mystery for another day.

I saw an Undertale animatic a few days ago that just put Spongebob quotes over Undertale characters, and Flowey was Plankton, and he said what Gaster says here. Like all children growing up before you could buy all of the seasons of a TV show at once on DVD, I never saw all of the episodes or even seasons; just whatever happened to be playing on the TV when I was in a place that had cable, like not my house. I missed this quote, and I am sad. I figured I should have Gaster say this, because, soft humor.

Speaking of quotes, there’s no real reason for the Homestuck quote I had Emmi think; I just like references. I also made the quote more grammatically correct, because I like grammar. There’s not much else to say on the matter.

Cold coffee and cold tea. Not the most enjoyable, but apparently perfectly viable. I’m not much of a tea or coffee fan in real life (hot cocoa all the way!), but I personally don’t mind downing cold hot chocolate all that much; it’s easier to gulp down and you can taste it without worrying about burning your tongue. Cold drinking chocolate, though, iS DIFFERENT AND IS DELICIOUS AND I’VE HAD IT ONCE AND I WANT SOME BUT THE ONLY PLACE I KNOW OF THAT HAS SOME IS IN A DIFFERENT TOWN AND ALSO I HAVE NO MONEY/TRANSPORT.

So… yeah, that’s everything! I have to go eat dinner now, but as soon as that’s done, I’ll get to posting these things on my other sites! Thanks for reading all the way to the bottom! See you around!

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I am BEYOND exhausted so I can’t write a whole long thing but i wanted to get this up so everyone can read this wonderful fic!! I’ve had a rough day today and this made it much much better, so thank you very much, Author, this is really sweet and cute and I keep re-reading it.

Since I like addressing your comments tho here: Emmi does like sweet teas! She doesn’t like bitterness, and like Gaster, she has a sweet tooth. I grew up drinking sweet iced tea (it’s a southern USA thing), fun fact.

Disguised hand-holding is the ultimate fluff.

Again, thank you so much again for writing this. Its so so sweet.

I’ll be reblogging this with the AO3 and FF links!

#fanworks #yours the author #emster #so sweet #submission

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carewyncromwell · 4 years

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[Carewyn and Bill took their positions ten paces from each other, their wands at the ready.]

Bill: “Ready, Carey?”

“Ready! Shall we count off?”

Bill: “(with a nod) One...”

“Two...”

Both: “THREE! DEPULSO!”

[The two had somehow managed to cast the exact same charm at the exact same time. The spells collided in a large white flare that exploded with a loud BOOM and knocked them both backwards off their feet. Miraculously, though, both of them managed to keep hold of their wands -- Bill recovered quickly, hoisting himself up onto his knees.]

Bill: “Confringo!”

[Carewyn rolled over on the ground to dodge his spell.]

“Incarcerous!”

Bill: “Diffindo!”

[Before Carewyn’s enchanted ropes could land, Bill had effectively slashed them to pieces in mid-air. He gave her a broad smirk.]

Bill: “I figured you’d try to use that one. Stupefy!”

“Protego!”

[Bill’s Stunning Spell bounced off Carewyn’s Shield Charm. She smirked just as widely in return.]

“And I figured you’d try to use that one! Flipendo!”

[Bill leapt out of the way just enough that Carewyn’s Knockback Jinx only reached his foot. It did make him lose his balance and fall again, but not being hit straight-on meant he didn’t sustain as much damage, so he was once again able to get back to his feet quickly.

Bill had longer arms and legs than Carewyn, so she knew he’d have the advantage of reach, and thus it’d be harder for her to avoid his attacks. But one advantage she had as the smaller of them was that she wasn’t as large of a target. So as long as she didn’t get too close, and as long as she didn’t let him get too close, Carewyn could counteract Bill’s advantage.]

Bill is always direct in his attacks. His only target right now is me. So perhaps...

[Rather than aiming directly at Bill, she aimed her wand at his feet.]

“Bombarda!”

[The spell hit the ground hard, and just as she’d hoped, it threw up a bunch of dirt and debris, blinding Bill and making him stumble backward.]

He’ll probably go on the defensive, since he can’t see me --

[A confident smile on her face, Carewyn dashed forward to the right, circling Bill rather than getting much closer.]

”Incendio!”

[As she’d hoped, she’d avoided his Shield Charm by going around him. Bill’s shirt sleeve caught fire -- to his credit, he reacted to it very quickly, dousing it with water from his wand.]

Bill: “Aguamenti -- “

[But the time he’d needed to douse the flames was all Carewyn had needed to attack again.]

“Immobulus!”

[Her Freezing Charm collided with Bill’s arm, and in an instant, he’d frozen stock still with his wand arm and hand trapped stiffly in position. All he could do was blink as Carewyn dashed over, resting her wand lightly on his shoulder so the tip poked at the side of his neck.]

“I win. Finite Incantantum.”

[Bill’s shoulders immediately slackened and he lowered his wand arm. The determination melting from her face instantly, Carewyn extended a hand and took hold of Bill’s arm so she could focus on his burnt sleeve.]

“Here -- let me fix that. Reparo...Scourgify...Tergeo.”

[Each spell repaired, cleaned, and brightened Bill’s sleeve until it was as bright white as it had been before.]

Bill: “Thanks...”

[He gave a low groan.]

[Carewyn bit back a giggle even as her eyes glinted fondly.]

“Of course you are, Bill. Though I hope you won’t go crowing that to Charlie.”

Bill: “(with a grin) My lips are sealed.”

[He extended a hand, resting it in Carewyn’s bangs and ruffling them lightly.]

Bill: “I gotta say, Carey...you’ve really grown up.”

[Carewyn blinked.]

“Where’d that come from?”

[Bill laughed, even as his cheeks gained back some of the embarrassed flush he’d had before.]

Bill: “Sorry...it just sort of dawned on me, while we were dueling. During our first duel, you were so tense, in your shoulders -- and you just locked yourself to that spot, glaring at me. At the time, I’d assumed you were just focused on what you were doing...but I reckon you were actually a bit nervous, weren’t you?”

[Carewyn remembered. She’d heard that Bill knew how to do the Fire-Making Spell, which she and Rowan had both thought would be crucial in dealing with the Ice Vault. But Carewyn had known full well that Bill -- being two years older -- had no reason to help a weird little girl like her, let alone the weird little girl who was known at school for being related to the “delinquent” Jacob Cromwell...so she’d decided that she had to make a good impression, which included giving her all in their duel. That didn’t mean she wasn’t still painfully aware of how few spells she’d known or how little dueling experience she’d had at the time.]

Bill: “But just now? Complete opposite. You were quick, precise -- and you were smiling the entire time...like you were utterly fearless.”

[Bill’s face broke out into a large, warm smile.]

“...I’m really proud of you, Carey.”

[Carewyn’s heart felt like it had grown so big it was now pushing painfully against her rib cage. She felt the urge to throw her arms around Bill’s neck and give him a huge hug, but she repressed it with difficulty.]

Oh Bill...why do you have to go? Why does this have to be over so soon...?

“...Thanks, Bill. I’m really proud of you too. I mean...not too long ago, we were battling Ice Knights together, and now? Now you’re going to break curses for real.”

[Bill laughed.]

Bill: “‘For real?’ What have we been doing all this time -- training for the ballet?”

“You know what I mean!”

[Carewyn punched him lightly in the shoulder, and Bill laughed a bit harder.]

“All right now, no more distractions -- I believe you owe me a secret.”

[Bill chuckled a little more softly.]

Bill: “Heh, so you can tell I was stalling, huh?”

[Carewyn’s eyebrows knit together tightly over her eyes in confusion -- within seconds, however, her eyes widened in realization.]

Oh.

[She felt her cheeks burning. Her eyes fell away from Bill’s face, landing somewhere in the area of his shoes.]

“...You heard us.”

Bill: “Yep.”

“So you know about...?”

Bill: “My surprise party send-off from Hogwarts? Yeah.”

[Carewyn frowned deeply, making her flushed face look oddly grumpy.]

“You have the ears of a bat, Bill Weasley.”

I know Charlie and I weren’t whispering that loudly!

[Carewyn felt him rest a hand on top of her head -- she looked up at him, to see his smiling face was flushed too, making him look almost shy.]

Bill: “It was very thoughtful of both of you.”

[Despite the embarrassed pink still clinging to her cheeks, Carewyn relaxed slightly.]

“...But wait -- if you knew all along, why did you suggest going to the Three Broomsticks back in Rakepick’s classroom -- at Flourish and Blotts?”

[Carewyn’s face flushed a little bit more in exasperation.]

“Bill!”

[Bill’s laughter made it impossible for Carewyn to keep glaring at him. Soon she was smiling from ear to ear too.]

Bill: “I am sorry I made you buy me a gift, though -- hadn’t expected you to come up with that excuse...”

[Carewyn gave him a light shove.]

“Don’t be daft! The shopping might have been an excuse, but I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted to spend that money on you. I could’ve decided not to spend all of it, if I’d wanted to. And well...I won’t be able to help you out anymore, when you’re at Gringotts, so...I figured I’d have to help some other way.”

[She forced a strong smile even as her heart chilled a few degrees in her chest.

Bill, however, didn’t seem fooled. His eyes softened as he came right up to her, bringing an arm around her so he could take hold of her shoulders in a sideways hug.]

Bill: “You will always -- always be of help to me, Carewyn.”

[Carewyn’s eyes narrowed slightly, visibly comforted.

She never would’ve admitted it to anyone -- but in Jacob’s absence, Bill had really filled a hole in her life that Carewyn had previously refused to acknowledge existed. Even though she’d always been so close to the vest and had always put on her strongest, prettiest face around everyone, Bill had never been afraid of opening his heart and home to her, and he’d always given her everything he could, even though she knew his family didn’t have any more than hers did. And even though, like her, he felt the desire to protect people and project stability to reassure them, Bill had never held back his more vulnerable feelings with Carewyn. He’d always trusted her -- and more importantly, he’d always believed in her...the last person in the world she herself could imagine having any sort of faith in.

Carewyn didn’t know how she could’ve been so lucky to meet and befriend Bill Weasley -- but she thanked whatever holy entity there was that she had.

Bill’s grip on her shoulders made Carewyn stand up just that little bit straighter, and she reached up a hand and took hold of Bill’s on her shoulder, squeezing it tightly.]

“I suppose Charlie should be about ready now. Promise me you’ll at least act surprised?”

Bill: “Of course! Wait until you see my brilliant performance.”

[Carewyn giggled as the two left the training grounds together, Bill’s arm still wrapped tightly around her shoulders.]

--->To Be Concluded...

((OOC: *covers her face to suppress the squees of joy* BILL, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, GAH. Also yes, another headcanon of mine is that Charlie and MC actually weren’t whispering that loudly -- Bill just hears and sees everything. XD

For those of you following this “Bye-Bye Bill” series, thank you so much for your support! It really means so much. As always, please consider liking/reblogging/commenting this post or any of my other roleplaying posts (consult the “roleplaying” or “gameplay” tags!), or even sending me or my muse Carewyn an owl through our Askbox. I hope your day is magical!))

#carewyn cromwell #jacob's sibling #bill weasley #hphm #hogwarts mystery #gameplay #roleplaying #charlie weasley #my art #caps cw

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darkshadow90 · 4 years

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His Obsession Chapter 1

AN: Hey, everyone. I posted about a story I’ve been working on for Joker (2019). I’ve posted it on Archive of Our Own and thanks to some really nice, encouraging people on here, I decided to share it on here too. I’ve written 20 chapters so far. Here’s the first chapter. Arthur is a little darker in this than what a lot of people are used to, but hopefully you’ll still like it. Just a heads up: There’s stalking, obsessive thoughts and behavior and kidnapping. If that’s not your thing, you may want to skip this. Also, I’m posting this with a mobile device so I’m really sorry if the format is crap. Let me know if you want me to post more of the chapters.

Chapter 1

It was another day that ended the same as any other day. The subway was crowded as always. There were so many people from all walks of life. Men, women the rich and the poor. It was dirty and rundown, much like the city. Ashe couldn’t afford to live in a nice city like Metropolis, so she moved to Gotham. She was taking in the atmosphere when she looked to her left. She noticed a man. He was wearing a tan hoodie. He looked gaunt, very thin. He had brown hair that was combed back and appeared to be in his mid to late thirties, possibly early forties. It was hard to know for sure since he was so emaciated. He was looking out his window. He was so sad. A man dressed in a nice black suit was sitting next to him. He was obviously more affluent than some of the others Ashe could see on the subway. She noticed the man was covering his mouth, strange sounds coming from his throat. He was shaking. Was he coughing? No. He was desperately trying not to laugh. Unfortunately, it didn’t last long. He exploded into a fit of laughter. It wasn’t normal laughter, she could tell he was trying so hard to regain control of himself. He looked like he was in pain. It made her uncomfortable and she looked away. It annoyed the man next to him. “Is something funny, pal?” The man kept laughing. “Stop laughing at me, asshole!” The man was able to get himself under control a bit. He took out a card to show the other man. “I’m not...I’m sorry...I..I...have...a...condition.” He managed to choke out. “Oh, yeah? A condition? I’ll give you a condition!” He knocked the card from the man’s hand and shoved him. That was when Ashe stepped in. “Hey! Knock it off!” The man looked at her, insulted that she was coming to the defense of the man who was laughing at him. “This asshole is laughing at me! He’s making fun of me!” “He said he was sorry. Leave him alone.” “Yeah whatever. You deal with him, then!” He stormed off. Ashe went over to help the thinner man. “Did he hurt you?” Arthur looked up at her shocked. He didn’t know what to say. Someone actually helped him? Actually noticed him? “N-no. I’m okay. You see me?” Ashe giggled. “Of course I see you. Why wouldn’t I see you? Looks like you dropped this. Here you go.” She handed the card up to Arthur and an overwhelming sensation shot through him when his hand brushed up against hers. It was so soft. He never felt that before from anyone. “I’m Ashe. What’s your name?” “Oh...my name is... A...Arthur.” “Nice to meet you, Arthur. I’m sure I’ll see you around.” “Yeah...” There was a long pause before they got off the subway. “Well, bye!” She joyfully skipped off. There was something so charming about it, innocent. Arthur was infatuated with her. How was she so jovial in a place like Gotham? He wanted to follow her, to know more. But he decided not to...for the moment.

That night, Arthur couldn’t stop thinking about Ashe. He thought about how she was nothing like the women in his magazines. The way she looked at him. Her smile and eyes were so warm. She cared about him. She was a good person in this shit hole of a city. Not even his own mother looked at him that way. Penny was the only woman in Arthur’s life. She only talked about herself and Thomas Wayne. She didn’t show as much concern for Arthur. He was so lonely. He wanted, no, needed Ashe’s warmth and compassion. He needed her in his life. He needed to find her, make her his. ‘No. It’s not right. Don’t think that way. You barely know each other.’ He fought with himself internally. He barely slept the rest of the week as thoughts about Ashe took over.

The next week, Arthur was walking outside one night and just by coincidence, he saw Ashe. ‘What’s she doing out so late at night alone? It’s not safe. Is she not aware of how dangerous Gotham is, especially at night?’ She was walking down the streets and saw a homeless man. Arthur saw them talking and noticed she had half a sandwich and gave it to the man. Arthur couldn’t believe it. Ashe was a genuinely nice person. It was at that moment Arthur knew what he had to do. He had to have her. He had to keep her safe, protect her from Gotham. He wouldn’t let her become another victim of its cruelty. He would do anything to make the woman he loves happy. In his mind, she loves him too. She just doesn’t know it yet.

Arthur followed Ashe and kept his distance. He found out where she worked. She worked at a printing shop. It wasn’t too far from the coffee shop. It made it easy enough for him to follow her. She went there twice a day. She went every morning at 6:00am and again at 2:00pm when she got off work. He didn’t mind waiting for her shifts to end each day. He knew it would pay off. She ordered the same drink every time; a capo chino with heavy liquid creamer, extra sugar, and three sticks of cinnamon. He picked up on all her little mannerisms he adored so much. He loved the way she bit on her bottom lip when she was thinking. He loved her laugh when she talked with friends. He loved the jovial skip she had in her step whenever she was happy, eyes filled with a love for life. It was precious. He knew every route she took to every place she went. She even lived in the same building. He took note of the door to her apartment. The door didn’t have the best lock, probably because the building is so old. Fortunately for him it meant that it would be easy to get inside. One day, while Ashe was at work, Arthur decided to break into her apartment. He was in no hurry, he knew he had plenty of time. The layout wasn’t much different from his apartment. The furniture was slightly nicer. There was just enough room for a bookshelf in the living room too. All things considered, her apartment was tidy. He eventually made it to her small bedroom. There wasn’t much furniture in it. There was a small nightstand, a dresser, and to his delight a twin bed. As he expected it confirmed she didn’t have a man in her life. Arthur couldn’t help himself. He got on her bed and laid in it. It was very comfortable for such a small bed. He leaned over to the pillow and inhaled Ashe’s scent. She smelled amazing, like cocoa and cookies. He laid there for awhile longer. As he left, he was careful not to leave any trace that he was there. He decided he would come back for her when she was asleep.

Arthur decided to lay on his bed for a bit. He imagined them going on dates together. Ashe would laugh at his jokes, tell him what a sweet man he is for loving her. He imagined her close to him in bed, touching and caressing each other. He would whisper sweet things to her in their moments of passion. He wondered if she had ever been with a man before. She seemed naive. She was so trusting and fearless. She was willing to roam the streets of Gotham alone at night. That homeless man she gave her sandwich to could have been anyone. He could have mugged her...or worse. Arthur knew she could easily be taken advantage of. She was so sweet, so soft, so..pure. Even if she had been with a man before, he knew he needed to be gentle with her. He would take his time with her, savor the moment. He imagined all the little gasps and noises she would make, how she would call out to him. It was too much. He relieved himself. He never had such an intense release. He felt guilty he felt shame for thinking of her that way, but he knew it wasn’t dirty since he loved her. He got up, changed the sheets and got cleaned up for the night. He didn’t want her sleeping on dirty sheets, or to wake up near a dirty man.

It was finally time for Ashe to be asleep. Arthur made his movie. He carefully opened her door and snuck inside quietly shutting the door behind him. He made his way to her bedroom. He was careful and quiet. He didn’t want to scare her and wake her. Everything would be ruined then. He took his time. He saw her sleeping so peacefully completely unaware of what was going on. He approached the bed and gently placed his arms underneath her. “No. Go away.” Arthur froze. He thought she had woken up, but was relieved when she rolled closer to him. He realized she was talking in her sleep. He carefully lifted her from the bed and put her over his shoulder. This had turned out to be even better than he thought. He made his way back to his apartment. He placed her in his bed and waited for her to wake up the next morning.

Ashe woke up in a completely unfamiliar place. The bed she was asleep in was bigger than hers. The walls were peeling and the wallpaper had flowers on it. It was clearly a bedroom for a couple. The poor woman began to panic. Who’s room was this? Someone kidnapped her, but who? “I’m so glad you’re awake.” She looked to her right and saw a very thin man shirtless his smile beaming at her. She didn’t know who he was at first, but then she remembered the incident from nearly a month ago when she helped a man on the subway. “Arthur?” He nodded, overjoyed she remembered him. “You’re so peaceful when you sleep.” ‘Okay, so he watched me sleep? Not only that, but he watched me all this time and I had no idea. Something is very wrong with him.’ She was trying to stay calm. “Arthur, why am I here?” She could barely keep her voice calm. “I brought you home.” ‘He thinks we’re a couple. What the fuck?’ Thoughts were racing through her head. She was trapped with an unstable man and scared out of her mind. There was no one she could call for help. All she could do was brace herself for what was to come and try to escape at the right time.

#arthur fleck #joker movie #joker fandom #joker 2019

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angrycowboy · 4 years

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Okay, time for coffee and rewatch!

I did a rewatch last night after watching it live and flailed at @haloud, because this episode was everything I wanted for the premiere and getting the show back. It made me hurt and it made me happy and it made me excited for all the things to come.

After I’m done with this, it’s off to find a decent download and start giffing!

- I love the little Echo flashback. I mean, I think it’s interesting to include Max mentioning the Alighting and the whole “savior” thing. Though, I wonder if it’s going to come into play more than just the mentions in this episode that allowed Liz to connect the dots about Max. But I am heart eyes at this cute Echo moment.

- Liz’s “you smell like rain” comment is also interesting. I am just gonna sit here and think about Maria’s comment about Michael smelling like a river now and what is up with these aliens.

-Jeez, Liz and Rosa. Oh my god, Rosa. And Liz, with tears on her face, needing to switch into crisis mode.

- Graffitti! Omg Rosa’s artwork. “We don’t believe in humans” Omg I love it.

-This is an Arturo Ortecho appreciation blog. He’s adorable being so proud of Liz. I just smile at this scene so hard. It’s perfect.

- “I reject good-bye” I love Maria DeLuca, y’all.

- So in my happy place headcanon, Michael did just get some sort of flash about Max’s death, left the Pony, and basically has been avoiding Maria ever since. Simplest explanation and I can live with it.

- BUT as always, my biggest gripe with the show, it’s been two weeks and no one has talked to one another. Though I kinda understand Liz avoiding everyone while she’s trying to deal with Rosa.

-”Came to vent about Michael Guerin ghosting me” Yeah, I mean, I’m glad that the show established this right off the bat. Especially after this fucking hellatus this fandom decided to go through in regards to Miluca. I’m actually happy about this. But see ya’ll? Fucking overreaction central.

- “And now just one more Roswell good time before I hit the road.” The delivery on this, and the look on Liz’s face. Fuck, Jeanine just nailed every scene in this episode.

- Michael Guerin, Resident PigPen and Disaster Bi, stumbling int the church and shoving his way into a filled pew. Oh, Michael, you are a mess and I love you so much.

- Oh, Isobel. Also, I love the overacting in the beginning when Isobel is trying to talk about Noah vs how she changes when she starts speaking about Max instead. I love that use of Noah’s funeral to publicly mourn Max. It’s so good.

- Fuck, this flashback to the cave. To Isobel seeing Max dead. OUCH.

- Oh my god, the staple of every funeral and wake - people bringing way too much food and it’s all the same fucking thing. ISOBEL GIRL, I FEEL YOU.

- “Mrs. Evans! That’s a phenomenal cape.” Listen y’all, have I mentioned how much I love this sad disaster alien cowboy? Cuz I do. A lot. He is a MESS.

- I really love this shot of Alex watching Michael at the wake. Just that little bit of concern - it’s so Alex and I love him so much. And I operate under the “if Alex knows, Kyle knows” and vice versa, which means that Alex isn’t watching Michael like this because he knows Michael is spiraling because of Caulfield and Max, he thinks Michael is only spiraling because of Caulfield.

- Kyle being all practical and realistic about dealing with Jesse, and Alex is just like YOLO LET HIM DIE. Like I kinda love how Alex just kinda doesn’t want to deal with Jesse.

- “I’m not a murderer.” “No, you’re not. But he is.” Also, are we gonna talk about Alex’s little eyebrow raise and the look in his eyes, and how he’s still possibily talking about himself? Cuz, oh my god. I have feelings. Alex Manes, you stubborn bastard, I love you so much. (cc: @ober-affen-geil)

- “Seemed like a kiss at least worthy of a text back.” Oh Maria, my darling. You keep holding onto the hope you have for him, because girl, you are gonna need it with this massive spiral of his.

- “Regulars shouldn’t drink alone when they’re grieving.” Oof. The fact that Maria thinks Michael is acting like this because of Noah is dead kinda yikes, and really just makes me desperately want her in on everything else that is going on, because it just makes it so obvious how little she knows. But I also like that line because he comforted her in 1x07, no questions asked, and in a way she’s doing the same back for him. She’s telling him she’s there if he needs someone.

- SHERIFF VALENTI WITH HER HAIR DOWN. I LOVE IT.

- Also her and Ann. “Graffiti is an early indicator of gang violence.” Ann Evans is the epitome of suburban white mom. I love Michelle Valenti just nodding along, like yeah, I’ll get right on that and not looking into this suspicious shit surrounding your son and your son-in-law.

- Lol @ this little public display of anger between Liz and Isobel.

- Oh shit, the fact that Liz hasn’t told Rosa about the cover-up is interesting, because that means that’s definitely coming. And oh my god, I cannot wait.

- ALSO I CANNOT BELIEVE WE WERE ROBBED OF THIS HUG.

- “a glowing ooze filled egg coffin from outer space” Listen, if that’s not the most accurate outsider description of the pods ever. (Also creepy Noah scenes are creepy.)

- Liz talking about burying Max, y’all that shit HURTS. Like, obviously we know that isn’t gonna happen but the fact that Liz and Rosa are sitting talking about it as a finite ending in that moment is just... OUCH.

- “...where’s my hole t-shirt?” um... as of 1x04 it was in the backpack that Fredrico returned! What’cha doing with it, Liz?

- God, Liz and Rosa is just so perfect. “I never thought we’d get to have this stupid fight again.” I LOVE THEM SO MUCH.

- Isobel, darling. What are those pajamas. They’re wild.

- “I meant to call - I heard you and Evans broke up” So that does establish that Kyle was too preoccupied dealing with Jesse, and Liz has been singularly focused on Rosa that they haven’t talked in the two weeks. Cool cool cool.

- “Lemme guess? Alien thing?” Kyle is so tired of this shit.

- Omg Maria beating people at pool. I love it. I love her. More of that please! Also this outfit she wears is super cute. FIGHT ME.

- Mimi and more alien movie references!

- “It’s been ten years since [Rosa] died.” “Not always.” I love love love the roundabout ways Mimi is telling the truth about the things she knows. When you don’t have all the facts, of course it would sound like she’s not making sense, and of course it would appear to present as dementia. But what does she know that she’s even talking in this kinda code at all? And why? And what’s up with the wandering?

- This scene with Kyle and Rosa is fabulous. “Ten years and my half-brother is still pining for my sister. Cool cool cool.”

- Hahaha “What’s your drug of choice?” “Why quarterback, you wanna party?” I LOVE THIS ENTIRE SCENE SO MUCH IT’S HILARIOUS AND FANTASTIC.

- Upon rewatching, it’s much more obvious about the hows and whys of Kyle not knowing Max was dead. Because I missed all of that the first time around, and thought it came out of left field, but it really actually doesn’t.

- Rosa is clearly like, “when the hell did Kyle fucking Valenti get so smart?”

- this continued implication that Alex shows up at the Airstream and just basically invites himself in will never not completely fuck me up about them

- A FUCKING GUITAR LIKE HOW DARE THIS SHOW

- Okay first off, where the fuck is Alex? Is this his new house? Why does Michael know where to find him? Is this Jesse’s house and Alex is housesitting while he’s in a coma? It’s also the same place as this shot Carina posted over the summer that we all died over. Can’t wait to maybe get an definite answer to that (and also, what happened to the cabin). Just the fact that Michael knows exactly where to find Alex when all through S1 Alex always came to the Airstream is again, more shit about them that just fucks me up.

- Michael mentioning Alex had said he was getting out of the Air Force to make music... um, question. Where? When? I am going to handwave this because I can handle it may have gotten cut, and Alex did talk about fighting his own battles and not his fathers in 1x13. And I can see them having talked a bit about it during their junkyard talk in 1x10 too.

- “came back the next morning after clearer heads had prevailed - wanted to show you something.” Okay, Alex, honey, We need to talk about this. Michael just saw and felt his mother die, giving him a folder with that information, with that photo, is not how you should be going about this. I get it - Alex operates on having as much information as possible. If it exists, he wants it to make the informed decision. But that’s not Michael. And Alex pushes just a bit too hard, and Michael snaps. And I love this scene because Michael says things that needed to be said between them. Michael needed to say them, and Alex needed to hear them.

-ugh that photo... but if there’s prop consistency, then it’s interesting that it took a year after the crash for Michael’s mom to end up a prisoner at Caulfield. It really makes me excited for the flashbacks, because if she wasn’t caught in the initial melee after the crash, how did it happen?

- Alex’s little “hey” when MIchael pushes the folder back into him. Just. Fuck me up, okay? I’ll be here, in the middle of the floor, sobbing. It’s just, it makes it so obvious they’re no where near being on the same page. And Alex’s asking if he left, and if Michael would come with him - it really reads like a hail mary attempt on his part. Because he’s still thinking in that moment, that Michael will say yes, like Michael always says yes. Alex doesn’t really know what it’s like for Michael to say “no” to him.

- “I wanna be good for somebody.” (and with the fucking Malex theme playing over them what the fuuuuuuuck) 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

- Hahaha Isobel using the good crystal to practice - THAT’S MY GIRL

- Handprint talk! Also lol @ Liz mentioning the handprint Max gave her in 1x13 during sexytimes and Kyle, not knowing what she’s talking about immediately just assuming she’s talking about the one from the pilot. Though it’s interesting that neither Liz nor Michael had residual physical handprints show up, but we know Liz was able to still feel Max die in 1x13

- “exorcising demons” Yoooo, I am here for this Isobel. She is determined, and she wants her life back and she is going to take it by force if necessary. Also, that’s a fantastic use for that good crystal.

- But it also breaks my heart a bit because she clearly is in this huge denial about Max. She really believes that she can bring him back if she tries hard enough, if she focuses and learns. And the way Michael is just... so resigned to this whole thing. His hope is just... gone.

- “Max’s heart was weakened before he decided to lasso lightning” Michael really does get some great lines. But omg he’s so angry, and he’s so determined to get Isobel to see reason.

- Ahhh Liz and Rosa. Also, Liz in the bathroom. Breaking down because she’s got that moment to herself to finally break. That scene in the shower. It always just fucks me up. It’s fucked me up since the first time I saw it at NYCC, and it still fucks me up now.

- These nightmares are creepy as fuck.

- ‘Don’t treat me like the little sister.” OH SNAP, LIZ ORTECHO.

- I adore messy flirty disaster Michael. And smiling through a punch? Oh, Michael.

- The way Liz’s mind works, just bouncing and making those connections and conclusions and realizing how there might still be hope for Max. Woo boy, I need to take some time to process that (and don’t get me started on Michael’s loss of hope).

- “So she wants to use Noah’s heart? He’s the actual devil.” TOO RIGHT YOU ARE, ALEX.

- Also, this is @el-gilliath‘s fault but Alex brings up that when cremated, the aliens give off toxic fumes - so what does that mean for Caulfield? All those aliens would have been burned alive someone somewhere would have noticed then, right?

- Alex is so soft looking in this scene.

- Which is hilarious cuz the next scene is him throwing the morgue doctor agains the wall.

- “I thought he was you.” Oh boy. Let’s not even begin to unpack that.

- Aaaaah this scene. Okay first off, fuck Flint. I hate him. “There’s a chain of command in this family.” Oooooh boy, so we’re gonna see that this season, right? Cuz I am so curious about the other two brothers and their involvement as well.

- “there’s a sealed incinerator at area 51, can’t exactly storm the place” I’VE GOT NEWS FOR YOU, ALEX. But it’s nice to see confirmation that Liz knows that Alex knows about everything too. Woo hoo, communication!

- “Flint was the Manes in my grade. He was always such a dick.” YESSSSSSSS.

- Michael’s speech about hope. Shit. He is just. “Hope screws people up. Hoping that your family will come and save you from the system. Hoping that anyone can be saved at all.” And poor Maria, she doesn’t know anything. Did she know about how Michael grew up? Because even Alex only knew he was living out of his truck as a rumor, and didn’t know the full extent until the junkyard talk in 1x10. So maybe Michael did have that hope for a moment in 1x13, that he went to the Pony thinking things could be different. But then Max died, and it reminded him that hoping just means more of the same shit.

- Also, Maria. Honey. Taking Michael’s keys doesn’t really mean anything. He’s a mechanic and a telekinetic alien.

- “Need help moving a body.” “If I had a dollar for every time I heard that.” LOL!

- No Kyle, your life is never going to be normal again. Nope.

- “The last thing Isobel needs is to get her hopes up.” Lots and lots of talk of hope this episode.

- “I always thought it was synthetic but if it’s organic” YOU MEAN LIKE HOW LIZ HYPOTHESIZED IN 1x08? Cool cool cool. I also love how their brains work, speaking of that callback. Liz is a biomedical engineer, this is her jam. Michael seems to lean more towards mechanical engineering, especially in 1x08 how he talked about the pods being “tech” and having a seam. But I am super curious about this idea that the alien organs can be fixed in a way, essentially being in line with Liz’s chosen field of study and her career path.

- It’s so cute how Michael gets a bit squeamish before he’s just totally in awe, like he’s probably never really gotten the chance to actually know anything about his own biology, and how it differs from humans - especially not before working with Liz in S1 to develop the serum antidote.

- Liz and Rosa, omg I love them so much. This conflict Liz is dealing with, she’s so happy to have Rosa back, but she’s so angry and so mad and so upset over losing Max at the same time. i LOVE LIZ ORTECHO.

- “I’m gonna fix it” GODDAMNIT Y’ALL LIZ ORTECHO. JUST... LIZ FUCKING ORTECHO.

- I am so looking forward to figuring out what’s up with Mimi and this wandering and why she had Rosa’s bracelet from the roadside memorial.

- Poor Isobel. This is gonna be an interesting story arc to see play out. Knowing what Carina said about it, I am much more interested in letting it play out before making any decisions on it. I’m not crazy about a pregnancy story line, but who knows what Carina has in store with it.

- Zombie!Max I think it’s interesting he says, “you’re the only one I can reach” and how that ties in with Liz’s earlier remarks about the handprints. Why was Rosa the only one to get a handprint? Is it because she was the most recent one Max healed? In the pilot, Max did say, “the mark could show up” so he knew there was a possibility it wouldn’t. But what does that mean? There’s definitely something more there, and I am excited to find out.

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