#sadly I’ll forever be an annoying bitch

[ihadmysightsetonyourightaway]

Idk why my brain makes me think so much that the overthinking starts eating me from the inside out & when I speak out on my feelings I end up feeling like I am in the wrong and I shouldn’t have said what was on my mind.

I should probably go back to journaling my thoughts instead of trying to talk them out. No one really wants to see what I gotta say and nothing works out positively when I try to vent. I just end up messing everything up for myself.

They say communication is the key but in reality, my own words break me. Kind of hate being an open book with a fragile mind It’s a never ending battle with myself.

I be there for everyone but who’s there for me? I am. Hate being soft because I end up feeling like a burden so I end up apologize for my feelings.

#just my thoughts #ruining things at its finest #Issa repeating cycle #maybe I am the problem #no. not maybe. I am #always am #like what is wrong with me #why can I just shut up #I thought normal was boring #but all I want is to be normal #sadly I’ll forever be an annoying bitch #and always be in my stupid fucking feelings #the shit in my head lowkey makes me wanna end myself #but I know I am here for a reason #so I just gotta keep on keeping on #maybe one day I’ll get it right #but for now I’ll always be sorry for my feelings

[marvelous-harry]

Can you write something of where the reader has been busy with work the past couple of days and hasnt really gotten time to spend time with harry and harry gets all upset over it. and the reader comes home from work that day in a bad mood since she’s annoyed with her boss and she accidentally snaps at harry and he gets all emotional. and then he tells her that he missed her and then she takes care of him. sub harry pls and mommy kink. thank uuu

Making Up & Making Out Sub!Harry/Mommy!Dom!Fem!Reader Words: 2K Warnings: Sub!Harry, Mommy!Kink Summary: After an exhausting week at work your temper is fried and you take it out on Harry. You make it up to him though. A/N: Thank you so much for all the love and support. Hit 300 followers yesterday and I just can't believe it. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!

Closing the front door with way too much force, I let my handbag fall to the floor as I leaned on the door and tried to calm down. Annoyance was bubbling inside of me as I thought about work. Slipping off my coat, I hung it up with a tired sigh.

“You’re home!” Harry said as he came running down the stairs. “What do you want for dinner? I can make anything you want!” he said excitedly as he came closer.

“Just give me a minute, Harry! I’m going to get out of these clothes and have a shower. I just need a second to myself, my boss has been a bitch all week and I just need to be alone right now, okay?!” I snapped at him as I marched up the stairs and into the bedroom. I barely heard the quiet little “yes, Mummy,” from Harry before I closed the door behind me.

Kicking off my shoes, I walked into the master bathroom and turned the shower on, letting the water get warm as I started taking off my clothes. Letting out a frustrated grunt as one of the buttons on my shirt was ripped off and bounced on the bathroom tiles till it came to a standstill just by the clothes hamper.

Sitting down on the edge of the bathtub, I sighed as I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Harry’s quiet little “yes, Mummy,” was ringing in my head as his dejected look was in the forefront of my mind. The more I thought about it, the more guilty I felt. Hell, if Harry had spoken to me like that I probably would’ve spanked him for it.

Standing up, I turned the shower off and headed out of the bathroom. Walking down the stairs, I followed the noise into the kitchen. “Hey,” I said softly as I stepped over to Harry, pressing a kiss to his back and noted that he was wearing one of my hoodies.

“I thought maybe you’d like some tea after your shower so you could enjoy it in bed or something,” Harry mumbled quietly as he stared at the kettle he’d filled up and turned on.

Sighing, I gave him a little hug before turning him around. “Thank you, baby. That’s so sweet of you,” I told him as I looked him over. He was chewing on one of the strings to my hoodie, he had bags under his eyes and his eyes were slightly red like he had been crying.

“I’m so sorry I snapped at you, that was so rude of me,” I told as I took the string out of his mouth and stroked his cheek with my thumb.

“It’s okay, you had a bad day,” he mumbled as he closed his eyes and leaned into my hand.

“It’s not okay. That’s not how we talk to each other no matter how sucky our day has been. I am really sorry, baby. You just wanted to say hi and I shut you down,” I gave him a little smile as I pulled him in for a tight hug. “You look very pretty in my hoodie,”

Harry wrapped his hands around me tightly as he put his head on my shoulder. “I just missed you so much this week I started putting on your clothes so I could smell like you,” he said quietly.

I rubbed his back gently as I felt myself tearing up. “Mummy’s been very busy this week, hasn’t she? Not spent a lot of time with you,”

“Yeah. Very busy so I missed you loads and loads,” Harry whimpered. “I, um was so excited for you to come home today cause it’s the weekend now so you don’t have to work, and neither do I,” he continued.

“And I greeted you by snapping at you, oh honey,” I said sadly, feeling awful. “I’m so excited to spend the next few days with you though. Just you and me,” I mused as I pulled back slightly and stroked his cheeks with my thumbs. “I love you, baby. I hope you never doubt that for even a second,” I told him as I looked him in the eyes.

Harry gave me a little smile. “I love you too,” he replied before jumping slightly as the kettle started whistling, letting us know it was done. “Do you want your tea now or after your shower?” he asked as he turned around and reached out for my favorite teacup.

“You know what? I think I’ll have it after I shower,” I hummed as I grabbed his hand, stopping him from grabbing the cup. “But I also think we should probably get a little bit messier first. Make sure that we really justify having a shower,” I said, pulling him in for a kiss

Our mouths were open as our lips pressed together. Just small kisses at first, pressing our lips together softly, both of us keeping our eyes closed. But steadily our kisses grew greedier. Longer. Harder.

Moving my hand to his hip, I snuck my hand under the hoodie he was wearing and stroked his bare skin, smirking against his lips as he shuddered.

“Mumma,” Harry whispered, raising his hands as I grabbed the bottom of the hoodie and took it off him.

“God, you’re so beautiful, baby,” I said as I ran my hands over his muscly chest, my eyes darting from tattoo to tattoo. Pulling him for a quick kiss, I took his hand and laced our fingers together. “Come on, we need a bed for all the things I want to do to you,” I told him with a grin.

Heading up the stairs quickly, I dragged him into the bedroom before pushing him onto the bed. I kept eye contact with him as I started unbuttoning my shirt. He was biting his lip as his eyes would dart down every now and then to have a look as I slowly got my shirt off.

Letting it fall to the floor, I stepped closer to the bed and grabbed the hem of his shorts and his boxers before pulling them down and off.

“I love you like this,” I teased as I looked down at him. “On your back, legs spread, hands lying by your side, eyes watching my every move,” I said while unbuttoning my slacks and opening the zipper. “Your cock resting against your stomach. Leaking and twitching as it gets harder and harder, begging to be touched. But you won’t touch will you?” I asked, pushing down my slacks.

Harry whimpered as he shook his head. “No, Mummy. I won’t,” he replied quickly, taking a shaky breath as I teased my fingertips over his cock.

“And why is that, baby?” I asked as I wrapped my fingers around it, just holding it as I looked at his face.

“Cause it belongs to you Mumma, so you decide if and when I get to touch it,” Harry muttered out, a nice blush spreading up from his chest to his face.

“That’s right. Good boy,” I praised him while stroking my thumb over his cock head. “You’ve been so patient and so good,” I smiled as his cock twitched in my hand while Harry moaned.

“I’ve been trying,” Harry mumbled, looking up at me as I let go of his cock and pushed my underwear down.

“Move to the middle of the bed, stay on your back,” I ordered him and watched as he eagerly shuffled around to get into position.

Getting up on the bed, I straddled his hips and let my pussy rest against his cock as I leaned down and started kissing him again. “You can touch, baby,” I whispered against his lips before using my teeth to pull on his bottom lip before kissing him hard.

Harry’s hands went straight to my hips and stroked over my thighs and back up my sides to squeeze my breasts. “Please, Mummy. Need you,” Harry said with a groan.

I had started moving my hips slightly, dragging my pussy lips over his cock, making it wet with my slick. “You want to fuck me, baby? Have your cock inside Mumma?” I asked with a slight smirk as I continued rubbing off against his cock.

“Yes, please! Been forever, please, want to fuck you so bad,” Harry whimpered as he grabbed my hips but he didn’t try and stop my movement or speed them up.

“It has been a while, Mummy has been too busy fucking you to let you fuck me,” I chuckled as I rose up on my knees slightly and put my hand down, and grasped Harry’s cock. Angling it up, I bit down on my lip as I slowly lowered myself down on him.

“Forgotten how big you are,” I groaned when finally had all of him in me.

“Forgotten how tight and warm and wet you are,” Harry whimpered as he squeezed his eyes shut. “Feel like I’m going to cum already, Mummy,” he whined.

I couldn’t help but laugh at his whining. “Well you better not cum just yet, pet,” I said and started moving my hips, putting my hands on his chest for stability. Moving my hips faster, I closed my eyes as I tried to find the right angle and pace. “Fuck,” I whispered and pulled off him quickly.

“What?” Harry asked confused and sat up slightly.

“You’re going to fuck me like this,” I told him as I lied down and spread my legs, my hands fondling my breasts before I reached down and stroked my clit slowly. “Well come on then,” I said as Harry still hadn’t moved.

“Yes, Mumma!” Harry said quickly as he got up on his knees and moved in between my legs. He looked me in the eyes as he slowly pushed his cock back into me.

“Good boy, that’s it. Now fuck Mummy hard, want to feel you for days,” I said while pulling him down for a kiss while wrapping my legs around him. We both moaned as Harry managed to push in even deeper.

“Love you, love your pussy so much,” Harry moaned as he started moving faster, putting his hands down for support so he could thrust in as deep as possible.

“Making me feel so good, baby. You going to cum inside me? Fill me up with your cum?” I asked with a moan, rubbing at my clit quickly as I looked at him. His arms were all flexed as he leaned on them and there was a slight layer of sweat on his chest. He looked so fucking sexy.

“Please,” he moaned and did a little nod before putting his head down and capturing one of my nipples in his mouth. Sucking on it eagerly, Harry kept on fucking into me fast.

Moaning, I grabbed onto his head and tugged on his hair. “Fuck, so good. Going to cum, don’t stop,” I gasped.

Harry flicked his tongue over my nipple and sucked hard. “Fucking fuck!” I screamed as I tightened my legs around him and pulled his head against my chest as my orgasm ripped through me. “Oh my god,” I moaned and pulled Harry up so I could kiss him.

“Need to cum, Mumma,” He mumbled as he snapped his hips back and forth. “Please? Can I?” he begged in between kisses.

“Go on, pet,” I panted and watched him closely as his eyes closed and his brows furrowed slightly. Yanking on his hair hard I clenched my pussy around his cock hoping to bring him over the edge.

“Mumma!” Harry gasped as he pushed in deep and held still as he moaned loudly, shooting his cum deep into me.

“Good boy, such a good boy for me,” I whispered as Harry lied down on top of me, whimpering as he pressed his face up against my neck. “Shhh, I got you,” I said softly while stroking his hair and back.

“I love you so much,” he said quietly, letting out a little sigh as he relaxed.

Smiling, I pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I love you too, baby,”

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[jarofstyles]

ex! harry turning up at y/ns doorstep in the middle of the night telling her that he can’t stop thinking about what they had and even though shes like 🤔😐✋🏻 at first she invites him inside to talk more in depth and he goes „bloody idiot i was..was gon' marry yeh, were gon' be the mum of my babies..wanted everything w' yeh, still do.“ and it basically ends in some passionate intense love making<33

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She bolted.

Harry cursed to himself for pressing down hard at her, knowing that she had been a bit skittish since their breakup. He knew that he would have to handle her with caution but in that moment, his mind slipped back into owning her. She had been his first so long, and even after so many months apart it was his instinct. He wanted her.

He was a stubborn son of a bitch, that was for sure. And while he had at first been a bit hesitant about his want to after her, he knew that it would be foolish of him to not. The connection they had was further proven in those moments he had her backed against that counter, and he knew that no one else would ever be able to make him feel the way she did.

So? Harry swallowed his pride. He decided to say fuck it, and arrived at her place, hands in his pockets as he looked down at his feet. The ride up to her flat and walk down the hallway was so familiar yet felt so raw. He hadn’t been here in so long, a hallway that used to watch their kisses and fumbling with keys and frisky hands up dressed or in pants was how solemn and a bit nerve wracking. He hadn’t ever wanted to let her go and it was his fault for sure. Not being able to delegate his work with his love was his downfall but if anything, the time apart had shown him how incredibly important it was to have someone like Y/N behind him. Her support meant everything.

She meant everything.

His knuckles tapped against the door, stomach turning with nerves. She could very well tell him to fuck off, spit at him, yell. He wasn’t necessarily sure what to expect. The only inkling he had to go off of was knowing she was just as miserable without him, and her body still reacted to touches the way she used to. He had that going for him.

When she opened the door, her heart fell to her stomach. It had been 3 days since the incident, her skin still tingling with the ghost of his touch. She had come home and sobbed. Sobbed and cried and gotten sick because the touch reminded her of everything she lost, all the strides she had thought she made to her over him.. ruined. All by one night. He had too much control over her.

Despite the nerves being raw, she took in his looks. His bags under his eyes, looking a bit pale and the lack of sleep. He had cried. She knew that look anywhere. Stress riddled his body and he almost looked like he was trying to make himself look smaller and less intimidating- which was hard for a 6 foot something tattooed man.

“H-Harry?” She whispered, unsure what to do with this. “What are you doing here?” Her arms crossed against her body protectively, which broke his heart. She shouldn’t have to feel scared of him. He should be making her feel safe and relaxed and open, like he used to.

“We need to talk, Y/N. Actually, I need to say some things and it would be better if I came inside. May I?”

Dumbfounded at the idea of him actually being here, she nodded, letting him in. It hadn’t changed too much. The vanilla suede candle still burned and scented the air. The couch still had a slight dip, the same pet dish for the cat was sat half empty. But their photos were gone,’making his stomach turn.

Fuck. This used to be home. It still felt like it for a bit. But she had erased bits of him that made it shared.

She led him to the living room, sitting on the couch across from him. The middle cushion gave space, making her feel a bit better. Harry was such a complicated thing for her. The source of so, so much joy in her life… but also so much pain. He had broken her heart and left her in pieces and he hadn’t attempted to work things out with her at all. So why now?

“What is it you have to say?” Her tone came off quiet and a bit cold. As if she was annoyed and bored. But it wasn’t the case. Her heart was pounding just as hard as his, clueless as to why he was here. Why he was bothering months too late.

“Don’t…. Lovely…” he swallowed sadly. “I hurt you so badly.” His face fell as he realized this wasn’t her. His girl didnt shy away, she didn’t go cold. She was warm and sweet to him, she was open and receptive and she never looked at him like that. Why he managed to notice so late… he didn’t know.

“Yeah. You did. You hurt me so fucking badly that I thought my heart was breaking. I always thought that maybe you’d come back and tell me what a mistake you’d made. Instead, you up and left. Packed your shit like a complete and utter coward while i was at work.” Her steely expression was laced with hints of pain that he could see through. The words made him flinch. It was true. He was a coward.

“Y/N, I-“

“Shut up.” She snapped, watching his face fall into shock. It really wasn’t the old her. She had been a bit bitter since then. It wasn’t fully his doing, but he was a large contributor. “I had to come home to an empty apartment. No letter. Ni note. No you; and no more of your stuff. The records were gone. You took our fucking records.” Her voice broke. “All your clothing. Not only did my heart feel empty, but the house? And then our fucking cat.” She seethed, standing up. “Our fucking cat meowed for days. Days, Harry. Looking for you. And you never came back. Sat at the god damn door every night at 7, waiting for you to come inside.” Her cold personal broke, the emotion sweeping her face.

His stomach hurt. He didn’t realize it would be this bad. As little as she had even said, he knew he would have to make it up until the end of time. Her hurt was audible and he could even feel it dripping into his own bloodstream.

“Sweetheart…” he stood up, approaching with caution. She didn’t back away, but she didn’t step towards him. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” His voice broke. “I thought… I was so terrible t’ya, and then y’said you never wanted to see me again…. I thought I was doing what y’wanted.” He whispered pathetically. “I shouldn’t have… I should have fought harder. But we were so miserable, Y/N. I was wrecking you.” His excuse sounded poor even to his own ears, heart dropping as her lip wobbled.

“I just wanted you. I wanted you to talk to Me. To be with me. I didn’t want you to leave. You fucking idiot!” Her voice broke as the tears stung her eyes, but she didn’t push him away when he grabbed her and tugged her into his arms. Pulling her in for a hug, squeezing her tightly as he felt her start to sob. His own tears were quietly burning in his eyes. Seeing the result of his idiocy in person hurt.

“I’m so sorry, so fucking sorry. I thought you’d be happier without me… knew I was being an idiot and wasn’t giving you the right attention. But I thought you’d want to find me when y’wanted me again…” his logic was flawed yet again, and he realized how dumb he sounded when he said it out loud. “The plan was always us. Was Gonna marry ya. Y’were gonna be the mumma to my babies, was gonna be with you forever. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.” He whispered sadly, lips speaking against her hair.

“It’s still all I want. Y/N, angel love…. Please. Know I’ve been so stupid but I can’t do another day without you. I know I hurt you so badly… I’ll never forgive myself f’that. But I’ll spend every single day trying to make it up to you. I want you. I’ve missed you so much it hurts. Please… give me a chance to do what I should have done.” He pleaded, pulling her back to hold her face in his rough palms.

The sincerity dripping through his voice, the tears that had escaped his eyes and the trembling of his hands holding her cheeks let her see that he meant it. He meant it and he wanted to try. Maybe she was the idiot for believing him. But with a love she felt for him, so strongly remaining after all this time apart…. She only had one answer.

“Okay.”

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[crystalcow]

𝐸𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠//𝑄𝑢𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑡𝑦

Masterlist

Quackity x reader !c

Pronouns used: none specified

Warnings: death, angst, fluff, blood

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“My love for you is endless” Is what he says every single time I see his face. In my dreams he is all I see, the world that surrounds mine is his.

Everyone believes in soulmates right? The people your just ment to be with, even tho sometimes people don’t live long enough or right to meet those people.

That means that if you go and stay with the wrong person your both destined for misery. Love is supposed to be happiness and the extent and feeling of warmth in the single touch of a finger, arm, hand, etc.

The butterflies that erupt in your stomach or the thoughts imploding in your head wondering how I can be exactly perfect because you don’t want to let down the one you love.

If you do manage to hurt your love you feel dread and a weight on your shoulders like a cannon just fell on top of you.

So when I watched the one I love holding a sword above my heart I felt broken. Absolutely dreadful. I was done, done with it all.

The second the cold steel slashed into my chest the red metallic blood pooling out, I heard him say one last thing. “My love for you is endless”

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“Quackity.. Stop where you are!” I threatened the ducking, I stood back holding my hands up in surrender. “Give me my beanie back N/n, and we won’t have any problems.” His tone was malicious but it only made me giggle, so I ran almost tripping on the different buildings.

A feild of dandelions surrounded me, cornflowers and Lily’s of the valley at my feet. It felt amazing as the cool summer breeze fanned upon my skin. The sunlight shine reflection a mirror of my current move. I shrieked as Quackity came out of nowhere tickling the sides of my waist.

“This is why you don’t mess with me love!” I pouted flopping my back onto the grass, my love joining shortly after with the beanie secured on his head. “We should invest in sun glasses, the light is too much for my eyes.” I crowded away giggling as a butterfly landed on my nose.

“Do I need to fight this son of a bitch.” He sat up leaning against his elbows, staring down the beautiful monarch. Once it flew away I waved it goodbye, Quackity jumping after it on the other hand. “Yeah! That’s what you get for touching my lover you dick!”

His childish antics brought a smile to my face, getting possessive over a butterfly.. “Careful, don’t touch it’s wings. That could kill it.” I shouted after him, making sure the small creature won’t get hurt.

“I hope it breaks its wings and dies.” I scoffed rolling around, “You can’t say that. Now come join me or I’ll have an affair with a rabbit.” I joked around but supringly enough he came running. “The likeliness of that happening is zero to one.” I just shrugged leaving him exahsperated.

“I have so many better traits then a damn furry. Those shits are impossible to catch anyways, while I’m right here.” I genuinely thought about it, debating my options. Safe to admit, he was sadly right. Dating a hate would be rather impossible, and rather immoral in my opinion.

I patted out any wrinkles in my clothing, laying down on Quackitys chest. “Alright alright, I’m all yours.” “Forever?” “Maybe.” There were some times where you couldn’t trust his judgement. Naive you may call it, or possibly just blinded by the moment, It’s cruel really.

“So I’ve been speaking to some more people around the server, apparently they don’t all hate me after Schlatts death.” I was surprised at the knowledge, I know I hated him for a good while. Schlatt was a terrible man to Quackity, never treated him right making the ducking out to be a bad guy. One of the reasons why his left wing is missing feathers..

I hummed begging for him to continue, “Who may these mystery damsels in distress be?” Quackity wasn’t very amused on the comment, ignoring it otherwise. Tommy best quality may be annoying people, pushing his small buttons.

“Sapnap and Karl Jacobs, they’re really fucking awesome. Made me feel a little more welcome you know.” A little ping went through my heart, suddenly not feeling the best. “I tried you know.” His head lifted up bringing me with, “Nono I didn’t mean it like that!”

I smile either way, placing a quick peck on his lips. “Don’t worry, it’s no big deal.” We have endless time to be with each other, make friends and live our lives. I’m happy. Yet he has the head start.

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“Quackity, look at me dammit!” I shouted grabbing the mans arm, he cringed away from me grabbing his suite jacket. “Go the fuck away Y/n.” I almost cried at the smell of smoke admitting from his mouth, carefully watching as he slipped the dark jacket over his arms.

“Actually fucking listen to me.” Those around started looking at us, a rush of heat on my cheeks. “You left me to go run off with your little fiancé’s. But once they fucking forgot you, you came running back to me! Now that you have your fun casino you act like it’s all my damn fault.”

I could easily tell he was getting frustrated, uninterested to be embarrassed in front of his workers and clients. “Can we take this outside, cause you failed to see that there are actual people here before going off on your tantrum.” I was shocked to hear the words escape from his mouth.

“Tantrum? Is that how you see me? Just a little fucking leech following you around everywhere, begging for constant attention and time to play!” I instructed Charlie to bring me my coat, prepared to leave. “Here you are Y/n from Las Navadas, dap me up!” I attempted to shake the slime human’s hand.

Sighing, taking a deep breath as I exited the casino. The loud noises of the music and slots machines, alcohol reeking from the inside. “Wait.” I turned around to see Quackity, sand whisking around as he ran to me. “Y/n, I want you to know something.”

I almost flinched when he put his hands on my waist, looking into my eyes with adoration and love. “My love for you is endless.” I gasped as blood started pooling from my abdomen, red seethed my clothes. “I’m sorry, you know too much.”

It all went blank, as I felt my body disintegrate for the last time. The only thing I could hear, the loud nauseous noises of caterers and game machines. Except nobody was here?

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The ending was kinda shit since I didn’t know what to do with it- but casino Quackity my love?

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[shushiyuii]

tiny!mer tommy with giant human sbi member noms

HAHAHAHA ANGST TIME, i'm kidding. its all fluff! MUHAHAHAAHAA!

Warnings: Soft vore

Words: 1.4K+

(@ghostan0n here you guys go!)

Tommy swam and splashed happily around his pond. The pond was a fair size considering Tommy was only about half a foot in height, not only that but the pond had a good ecosystem going for it with no other Mers around, meaning it was the perfect safe haven for the little Mer.

Growing up Tommy had been the runt of him and his siblings and because of the smaller size, he got blown away in a current from his family at a young, leaving him to learn to survive without the help of his parents.

He luckily found the pond, so it greatly helped him in surviving. He learnt how to live completely on his own.

He wasn’t alone though; he did have some frequent visitors.

“Tommy! We got you some treats!”. Tommy slowly and sneakily made his way to the surface, out of the way from the human’s view, to deem this treat worthy of his feast.

Surprisingly it was his favourite, little choc chips. They were sweet and full of flavour! Tommy loved them! He dove back under the water and happily pounced onto Wilbur’s hand. “There you are!”, he was just smaller than Wilbur’s hand.

He chirped back happily and began to eat his chocolate, he wasn’t allowed much and afterwards Wilbur was supposed to give him fish food, which wasn’t the worst food out there, but it tasted rather bland if he was honest.

Wilbur chuckled as he witnessed Tommy straight up gobbling the chocolate with what he could with small fangs. He honestly found it adorable. “You doing okay, Today?”, Tommy chirped happily in response.

Sadly, Tommy couldn’t speak English, only understand it. He learnt it through many years of living in the lake. But what he could speak was his own language known as Oceanian, which consisted of thrills and chirps.

And luckily for Tommy they had a translator as Wilbur’s dad, Phil worked with Mers and had a good understanding of the language. Meaning he could communicate with them. Only with Phil present though, he had yet to learn sign language.

Once Tommy was finished with his chocolate, he dove back into the water as he couldn’t stay on the surface forever.

Tommy is honestly quite happy where he is now, he would never want to leave the pond. It was his home now and Wilbur, Techno and Phil were his family, even with the creature difference.

Tommy gestured for Wilbur to join him in the pond and play. “You wanna play?”, he got a splash in response. So, Wilbur happily walked into the pond, with it barely being his knees length he could easily sit down.

Once he did sit down, Tommy swam around his legs. Breaching the surface much like a dolphin now and again. It made Wilbur happy to see Tommy happy as cheesy as that was.

“So, what’s happening in Tommy’s chaotic life Today?”. Tommy stopped for a minute and surfaced his upper body. He pinched his chin in a thinking position until he seemed to remember something.

Tommy dove back into the water and didn’t surface back up for a couple of minutes. It made Wilbur curious about what he was doing. Then Tommy came up to be carrying a small shell, which fit nicely into both arms.

“Another shell for my necklace, huh?”. Tommy nodded and chirped happily in response. Wilbur was going to have to drill a hole into this one in order to fit his necklace that was laced with shells already given to them.

It was always a gesture Tommy gave them; it was always a contest between the three of them who got the most shells from Tommy. And not to brag but Wilbur was winning.

Tommy continued to swim around Wilbur and getting the occasional hand cuddles, then it was time for bed, “Alright Toms, I think that’s enough for today.”. He whispered to the half-asleep Mer sleeping on his hand.

Tommy lazily chirped back as if saying “I don’t wanna sleep!”. But Wilbur moved so he could put Tommy into his grove.

But Tommy wasn’t having it, he clung onto Wilbur’s hand when he tried to retract it. “Tommy, it’s getting late! Phil will be mad if I don’t get home for dinner!”, he chirped back frustratingly in response.

“Tommy we can’t be arguing right now, I gotta go. I’m sorry”. Tommy began to aggressively chirp at Wilbur as if he were screaming profanities, he probably was. “Tommy! First, language! Second, I can’t stay! Sorry bud. I’ll come back tomorrow though”.

Tommy’s ear like fins lowered as he made the saddest puppy dog eyes he could. He didn’t want Wilbur to leave obviously. Wilbur sighed, “Why are you being so clingy today, huh?”.

Tommy thrilled sadly. “Alright, alright. I’ll be back in a couple of minutes, okay?”. Tommy finally let go of Wilbur, trusting him to come back and Wilbur wasn’t just going to let him down.

Wilbur made his way back to the house, “There you are Wil! How’s Tommy?”. He asked as he continued to cut the onions on the cutting board. “Just fine, he’s being really clingy Today.”.

“Ah, Mers can be like that sometimes, they don’t want their pod to leave.”, “Tommy wouldn’t let me leave one night actually, it was annoying”. Techno added, but it was clear no ill intent was there. It was just Techno’s way of being playful.

“Hey Dad, is it okay if I skip out on dinner tonight?”, Phil looked over with concern on his features. “How come?”, Wilbur stumbled on his words, whilst grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. “Uhh-“.

Wilbur looked away when he couldn’t answer. There was a moment of awkward silence as Phil thought for a moment. Then he pieced it together. “Oh! Got it! Go ahead! Stay safe alright?”. He sighed in relief, “Will do!”. Then, he left the house back to the pond.

…

He then made his way back to the pond, “Tommy! I’m back!”. In a second Tommy was at the surface, swimming towards Wilbur. “Okay, you clingy bitch! You know what we’re going to do?”. He asked sarcastically. Tommy chirped back in determination. He knew what he was going to do.

Because of Phil’s job as a Mer biologist, a professional one at that. He knew a lot about Mers. And he made sure his kids knew a lot too. So, when the family met Tommy, they already were well aware of how to take care of the Mer.

That also included other things too, such as the fact Mer’s were able to be swallowed and safely be stored in a human’s stomach since they were acid-resistant. The first time Phil had done it so they could transport Tommy safely was rather shocking for Wilbur and Techno.

But then they did it themselves and were actually quite surprised it felt like a giant hug, so they honestly didn’t mind swallowing Tommy, they did it now and again. So, it seems like it was one of those days for Tommy.

“How about a challenge Toms?”, Tommy furrowed an eyebrow. “Try and land in my mouth. I dare you.”.

Tommy made a determined expression and quickly dove back into the water. Wilbur sat down, opened his mouth, and waited. After about a minute, Tommy breached the surface as high as he could. And missed.

So, he tried again, this time Wilbur gave him a helping hand and let Tommy land in his hands. And then quickly shoving him in his mouth, much to Tommy’s dismay. He wanted to do the challenge. It made Wilbur laugh as Tommy’s tail hung out of his mouth.

Tommy chirped angrily and slapped his tail against Wilbur’s chin. In response, Wilbur just softly swallowed, then proceeding to slurp up Tommy’s tail like a noodle. He then swallowed again and traced Tommy’s descent with his hand. Making sure his little brother was again.

Once he felt Tommy land in his stomach, he put a hand to his stomach. “You okay Toms?”. He got a chirp in response and felt Tommy get comfortable in his stomach. He signed in relief, he then grabbed his water bottle and chugged down the bottle. So, Tommy was sure to be safe.

“Alright, time for bed.”. He then made his way back home, grabbed his guitar and played a soft melody until he heard Tommy’s sleepy chirps. Then made his way to bed.

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[ongaku-ato-kakikomi]

Coyotes in the Dark - Part Four

(A/N): This is part of a series. Please make sure to check the masterlist to see if you haven’t missed any chapters.

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“We should paint the protecting symbol on your door.”

You give out a sigh as soon as you hear Andrew’s words, waiting for him to walk into the apartment before you close the door behind you. “I’m not painting any symbols anywhere.”

“What?” He snaps his head at you, droplets of water falling against the floor and disappearing a few seconds later. “If you’re not gonna kick that Veronica out, you should at least protect yourself!”

“If I put a symbol on my door, they're gonna notice that they can’t go in there.” You walk past him towards the kitchen, kicking off your boots on your way there. “And you won’t be able to go in there either.”

“You put a symbol on the bathroom door.” You don’t even react when his head suddenly pops up from the sink’s drain; his eyes looking at you when you reach for a nearby glass on the counter. “You don’t think they’re gonna be suspicious of that? Might as well add more protection-Ah!”

He screams when you suddenly open the faucet, water spreading through his ghostly head and making him scream from the weird sensation it gives him. You wait for him to finally disappear before you give yourself a glass of water, hearing him complain behind you while you take a few sips.

“They already noticed that they can’t access the bathroom. Taking it off will only raise more suspicions, and it’s not like they’ll notice the symbol. It’s hidden under the towel rack inside, remember?” You finish drinking your glass of water, then put it on the counter. “Besides, do you really want one of them to see me in the shower?”

You can hear him give out a squeaky noise, your eyes turning towards him to see a look of pure despair on his face mixed with an embarrassed blush. You give out a small smirk at that, a chuckle escaping your throat right when you flick his forehead.

“Hey!” He screams in frustration as soon as you do that, his hands wiping some water off his forehead. “What was that for?”

“You worry too much about me.” He gives out a pout as he looks down at his feet, the little ghost boy having always been around to protect you ever since he died. “I’ll be fine, Andrew. They don’t know enough about the ghost world to realize how much of a danger they can be to me.”

“But still…” Andrew gives you a worried look, biting onto his bottom lip as memories flash into his head. “… that JD ghost is smarter… what if he realizes your potential?”

“He won’t. I promise.” You know he doesn’t believe you simply by the look he’s giving you, which only seems to increase your smile. “And I have you here with me! The best guardian angel I could ask for!”

He gives out a snort at your words, the little ghost now shaking is head and making more water fall on the floor. “You’re an idiot…”

You don’t have time to think of a reply that a loud groan is suddenly being heard from the hallway; the hair on your arms raising along with the rapidity of your heartbeat. Andrew’s face contorts itself into an expression of pure fear just as you both look towards the sound. A scream escapes your lips as soon as you notice a dripping gray hand slowly moving out from the hallway and grasping the corner of the wall, but it’s the decaying face that follows the hand that makes you take a step back; its black eyes and melting gray skin are enough of a threat to make Andrew step in front of you.

A daemonium got into your house.

And you might not be able to survive it.

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“Let’s see…” Veronica mumbles under her breath as she walks through a large number of hallways, her eyes looking back and forth between a small piece of paper and all the classrooms’ doors around her. “Only one more class to find…”

“Uuuugh…!” Ram’s the one to let out that word filled with pure frustration, making the live girl tense up. “Why do you even need to find your classes so early? This is boring!”

“I hate agreeing with these idiots,” Heather speaks through her teeth, her arms crossed over her chest as she gives them a side look. “But they’re right. This is way too boring, Ronnie.”

“Maybe not…” The two ghosts give Kurt a surprised look, the not-so naked jock giving out a smirk as he looks towards another direction. “Things could get interesting.”

They turn their head to follow his gaze, Heather already rolling her eyes when she spots a dead girl following some teacher around, though Ram immediately gives out a loud noise of agreement.

“Yo, dude! Great eyes! That girl’s hot!”

“I know, right?”

“You guys are absolute pigs.”

“Will you shut up already?” JD snaps his head at all of them, making them all send back a dark glare. “I can’t concentrate if you keep screaming!”

Veronica shakes her head to try and ignore them, having a hard time continuing to find her classes with them constantly complaining around her. Sadly for her, Heather doesn’t quite like to be boss around, especially not by JD.

“What? Still thinking about that (Y/N) girl?” She gives out a smirk when she notices the anger flash in his eyes, his white one always empty; his emotion only seems to increase when she points her red nailed finger at his face. “Are you scared that scared of losing Ronnie’s attention?”

Veronica feels her cheek warming up at that comment, but she doesn’t quite know why. You were her roommate, possibly a very good friend (she hopes so at least), so why does Heather is making it sound like you might become something more eventually?

And why isn’t she opposed to that idea?

JD looks away from Heather to set his eyes on the live girl, his white eye twitching when he notices the blush on her face. He would lie if he said that he didn’t hate you mostly because of your effect on her… but something about you is also off. Very off. And he doesn’t trust you one bit.

There’s no way you can be so nice and innocent; you must be evil in some way, why else would a ghost follow you around? You may not have killed a kid, but you were surely responsible for that ghost’s death. That’s the only reason why a ghost is bound to someone and not a place.

He’s gonna expose you for who you are no matter what.

“No comment?” He groans when he hears the pride in Heather’s voice, the blond giving out a chuckle. “Would you look at that? JD is jealous!”

“Shut up.”

She only chuckles even more while the two idiots watch and mumble in pure confusion, making the killer boy grind his teeth. He can’t believe that he now has to spend every single second of his afterlife with those three; either until Veronica dies or they start disappearing. He doesn’t really know, but god… he can’t help but wish they would all just go away. That way he can be alone with Ronnie forever.

Doesn’t that sound nice?

“Um, excuse me?” Veronica’s head snaps towards the voice that called out for her, her shoulders relaxing with relief when she notices that it’s another student. “You seem stressed out… are you lost?”

JD squints his eyes at the girl, feeling a sense of some sort of danger from her. She somehow reminds him of Heather; even though her red hair, green eyes, and freckles make her very different from the blond victim.

Still. Ronnie should be careful.

“Ah! Not really.” Veronica gives her a smile. “I’m just looking for my classes in advance, but I can’t seem to find my last one.”

“Oh! Maybe I can help you.” The girl takes the paper from Veronica’s hands without asking, making the live girl’s ghosts narrow their eyes at her. “Ah, I see! It’s not too far from here, I can walk you there if you want.”

“That would be great!” Veronica gives her a smile, making a movement to take her paper back, only for the girl to start walking away.

“She’s a bitch.” Heather squints her eyes at the girl, her arms still crossed over her chest. “I can tell.”

JD knows she’s right. Heather might be annoying, but she’s not an idiot… and her instincts are good enough for him to take them into consideration.

Especially when she makes his own assumptions right.

“Um…” The blue girl shakes her head and follows the red-haired girl, a little nervous now. “My name’s Veronica.”

“I’m Chloe.” The red-haired girl doesn’t even bat her eyes as she says her name, though she seems to realize something and turns a sweet smile towards Veronica.  “I saw you earlier with (Y/N).”

“Oh…?” Veronica seems taken aback by that, having not noticed that someone was watching them. “Well-”

“I’m sorry she suddenly abandoned you.” Chloe’s smile suddenly seems pitiful, the girl’s eyes eying Veronica with a sad gleam in them. “It’s kind of her thing. Don’t take it personally if she didn’t want to help you.”

“Oh, it’s not that.” The red-haired girl seems taken aback by Veronica’s words, JD listening to the conversation very closely. “She came with me to help but needed to go home last minute.”

“She came with you?” Chloe frowns, then gives Veronica a weird look. “You didn’t meet her here?”

“No, um…” Veronica doesn’t quite know how to answer, getting weird vibes from the red-haired girl now. “I’m her new roommate.”

Chloe suddenly comes to a stop, almost making Veronica bump into her. It takes a few seconds before the green-eyed girl gives out a dark chuckle,.

“So you’re the freak’s roommate?”

JD quirks an eyebrow at that. ‘Freak’, huh? Either he was right about you or that girl is as horrible as Heather was when they were in high school.

“What did you say?”

Chloe jumps up at Veronica’s words, then gives her a smile. “Ah! Sorry… your class is right there.”

She points towards a door next to the blue girl just as she gives the paper back, Veronica unconsciously grasping it as she looks at the number. She gives out a smile of relief when she notices that it’s the right class, then turns towards the red-haired girl.

“Thank you-”

She stops when she notices that she’s no longer there, confusion spreading inside her mind.

“Don’t make that dumb face, Ronnie.” She tenses up when she hears Heather’s voice, the ghosts all looking towards an exit where Chloe disappeared. “You know that girl was using you.”

“Why would she use me?”

“To get information about (Y/N).” JD’s the one to speak up, his head tilted as he looks at the door. “The question is… ‘why’?”

“Who cares?” Ram starts to whine again, shaking his head with a pout. “Let’s go home already! I’m bored!”

“Me too.” Kurt gives out a sigh of disappointment. “The hot ghost is gone.”

“Are you guys really stupid enough that you did not notice anything that just happened?!”

Veronica just gives out a sigh as everyone starts to argue once again, her fingers tightening their grip on her paper.

What’s your history with that Chloe girl? Why is there a ghost child following you?

She shakes her head. No. She has no right to judge you for anything that you might have done. She’s sure that her secrets are darker than yours.

There’s no way someone like you could be horrible… right?

- - - - - - - - - - - -

You give out a loud sigh as soon as you manage to close shut the recipient you used to conceal the daemonium inside, remembering earlier the bit you’ve read in a book about sealing them away just in time. Andrew barely managed to fight it off while you were preparing the recipient, the kitchen chairs and the table now thrown aside around the room. Luckily, nothing else was thrown or broke down. All you have to do is replace everything to its place before Veronica comes back, and you also need to find a place to hide this little daemonium so that it doesn’t accidentally get freed.

“My god! What happened?”

You turn around to see Veronica standing at the entrance of the apartment, the four ghosts always following her now looking behind her shoulder with curiosity. You can’t help but hide the recipient behind your back upon seeing her, a blush of embarrassment and fear appearing on your face.

“Um… well…” You look at Andrew from the corner of your eyes, the little ghost now looking at his new roommates with pure panic. “I… um… tripped.”

“You tripped?” Veronica continues to stare at the table and the chairs all tipped over, then looks at you standing beside them without a scratch. “Really?”

“Multiple times.” You give out an awkward chuckle, one of your hands letting go of the recipient so you can point at yourself. “I’m clumsy!”

Andrew looks at you, his words coming out through his teeth. “You seriously think she’s gonna believe that?”

Judging by the weird look she’s giving you… no. No, she’s not gonna believe you.

But you have to hide the recipient before she sees it.

“Why are you not hurt?”

“You know what? My back does hurt a little…” You take a step back towards the hallway, thinking that your only option is to run to your room. “I’m gonna go lay down. Can we talk later?”

Veronica blinks a few times. “Um… sure-”

She doesn’t have time to say anything else that you’re already gone into the hallway, her confusion only increasing with each second. It doesn’t take long for her to close the entrance door a few seconds later, Kurt and Ram already giggling amongst themselves.

“Bro, you know what we should do?”

“Go watch her sleep?”

“Hell yeah! Definitely!”

Andrew gives them a hard glare, already positioning himself in front of the hallway to block them. “I don’t think so.”

“Aw, dude, not fair!”

Heather gives out a scoff, the girl already walking towards the kitchen alongside with Veronica. She kicks one of the chairs, watching her feet go through the material without any care in the world.

“Are we gonna talk about that obvious lie?”

“I’m sure she had her reasons.” Veronica simply starts to put the table at its rightful place with difficulty, giving out a sigh when she’s done. “Maybe she did trip or something.”

“Multiple times? I doubt it.” Heather rolls her eyes, then lets them on Andrew still blocking the way for Kurt and Ram. “Hey, kid! Why did she lie?”

Veronica looks around the empty with confusion, her eyes soon lightening up when she realizes that they must be talking to the kid that’s been following you. Andrew simply snaps his head towards Heater, certain darkness lingering in his eyes.

“Trust me.” He shakes his head, almost shivering at the thought of the daemonium. “You don’t want to know.”

“I do.” JD’s voice makes Kurt and Ram squeal, the two boys stepping away as soon as the killer ghost arrives in front of Andrew. “So how about you just tell me?”

Your ghost friend stares at him for a long while, thoughts running through his head faster than the light. That much JD can tell by all the emotions passing through the kid’s eyes.

“Sorry.” Andrew gives him a smirk, then slowly steps back into the hallway. “I don’t help newbies.”

It’s the last thing he says before he melts down into the floor, leaving JD with a frustrated feeling swirling inside his stomach.

Looks like he’ll have to force the information out of him.

And it’s not gonna be pleasant for anyone.

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Chapter 11 (Completed)

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Bad grabbed everyone’s paperwork and filed them away into the sparkling red fold he had brought with him. He nodded to the officers, and thanked the receptionist as he signed all seven of his charges out of the station.

Then there was the matter of cars. Techno and Bad would be driving, but everyone was pissed at Purpled and people needed their space.

Tommy rode shotgun in Techno’s car and Purpled rode shotgun in Bad’s. Dream and Tubbo took Techno’s back seat, while Sapnap and George lounged in Bad’s. It wasn’t comfortable, but it would have to do.

Both cars were tangibly silent, but it’s for the better. Everyone in their own little world before they must all come together for dinner. None of them were quite ready for that.

They pulled up to the parking garage. The Taken brothers left first, and Techno could feel Tommy wanting him to wait.

“Techno?”

Techno tried to soften his tone, but not enough that Tommy would feel talked down to. “Yeah?”

“Nothing,” Tommy dismissed, going for the door handle. “It’s nothing. Go pick up Ranboo would you?”

“Yeah.”

Dream caught Techno’s eye through the glass and knocked on the hood of his car in solidarity.

Techno drove from Bad’s all the way up to Ranboo’s neck of the city. He slid into the cul de sac and looked at the house for a second. He really needed to chew out a man for not just paying the ransom; it would have saved a lot of people jail time.

Techno walked down the path, every step feeling just that extra bit out of place. He’s about to knock when the door goes flying open.

“Nope! Bye dad! Not dealing with you! Good night! I’ll be back tomorrow!” Ranboo slammed the door behind him. “Hi Techno. Thanks for saving me. Let’s go.” He grabbed the other boy’s wrist and dragged him back down the driveway.

Techno had just enough time to glance back and see the Richmons peering at them through their sidelight.

Ranboo opened the side door to get into the back in a rush and he slid in. “Who are you?”

Techno’s eyes flashed in panic and he quickly made his way around the car to make sure Ranboo was all ready. After a glance he let out a breath. He waved through the window and got into the driver’s seat. “Ranboo, Punz. Punz, this is Ranboo.”

“Why is he in your car?” Ranboo asked incredulously, having accepted that this must be Punz if Techno doesn’t care about the stranger in his car; hello?

“Needed a ride to Bad’s.”

“Why?” Ranboo asked, voice still on the rise.

“Family dinner.”

“Don’t you have your own car? Or the bus?” Ranboo asked.

“I was in town.”

“No,” Techno shut down.

“What?” Punz asked, smile apparent in his tone.

“No.”

Punz put his hands up. “I didn’t even do anything. Promise.”

“I get my best breakfasts when Tommy sleeps over. You aren’t going to Merc them.”

Punz crossed his fingers. “I’d never.” He smiled wide. “Dude, it’s been forever since I’ve been at Bad’s.”

“It’s been forever since I’ve seen you.”

“I’ve never seen you,” Ranboo piped up. “And I’ve known Purpled since the third grade.”

“Things happen kid. Promise Purpled has actually seen me since you’ve met him.”

“I hope so!”

Both Techno and Punz laughed good naturedly at Ranboo’s outburst.

“Thanks for keeping Purp sane,” Punz said in a moment of sincerity once the car started moving. “I don’t know what he’d do if it weren’t for you being the normal friend to keep him grounded.”

Ranboo shrugged. “He had me, and he still tried to join Las Nevadas.”

Punz smiled sadly. “Yeah, but he’d’a done that regardless, just took him a few more years to get the courage to take that leap ‘cause of you.”

“How?”

“Found Family. That’s what the gang is. You made him not lonely.”

Ranboo’s voice took on a sharper edge, “So you admit to making him loney?”

Punz put his hands up. “I said he’s seen me since you met him, not that he’d seen me often or even regularly.”

“You have issues.”

Techno snorted. “He’s a mercenary. Of course he’s got issues.”

“You let me sit in the back seat of your car with a killer?” Ranboo asked, his voice jumping approximately seven octaves.

Ranboo was sitting as far away from Purpled as he possibly could at the dinner table. This was the fullest he had ever seen it. Ten people, all crowded around a space made for four. At least there was enough food to feed about twenty.

“Purp. You didn't need Las Nevadas.”

“No,” Purpled agreed, looking down at his food and away from his brother.

“But even if Dream said yes, there was no way Techno would even consider letting me. And I know he doesn’t really have a say, but he’s the driver. And he’d just use that as a valid reason to not help. Which would put Dream in jeopardy,” he rambled. “And before you tell me I didn’t need that either. Yes. I did! You barely pay attention to me.”

“Purp.”

“Just wanted you to be proud of me.”

“Purp look at me.”

Purpled turned to his brother, making sure he was taking a bite into his homemade burger--this man was still his annoying older brother at the end of the day.

“I am proud of you. You make me proud every day. I’d just wish that you’d do other things if you wanted attention. You don’t need to be like me, and you shouldn’t be like me.”

Purpled chuckled. “It’s a little late for that. Already instilled that I should be like you. You’re cool.”

“He kills people!” Ranboo shouted.

“Not the time,” Sapnap shushed, eating his fries.

“But!”

“Hush.”

Ranboo shut up and dug into his meal quietly.

“How about competitive shooting?”

Purpled smiled. “You just want me close to Bad.”

“Of course I do. I trust Bad. Besides, I shoot. I’m really good at shooting. Shut up Ranboo, don’t start.” He pointed to the boy in question, but didn’t look away from his brother. “Could be fun.”

“Yeah. Might be. We’ll see what the court has to say about it.”

“Yeah. Hug for your big brother?”

“Hug for my big brother,” Purpled said, falling into his arms. “You know, this is the first time we’ve had dinner together in like two years.”

“Shit, I gotta fix that.”

“Mhm.” Purpled took another bite of burger. “I will win all the competitions.”

Dream ruffled Tubbo’s hair. “You did good kid; kept your friend safe.”

“Not really, we weren’t exactly messed with after the kidnapping.”

“Yeah, well Ranboo still had his spunk. He should be more traumatized than he is right now.”

“Don’t complain about that. He’ll be fine.”

“Thanks to you.”

“And Tommy,” Tubbo said, refusing to take the praise.

“Nope!” Tommy smiled wide. “You were calm and useful. I was just a bitch the whole time.”

“Tommy!”

“You did good Tubbo.”

“But--”

“No.”

Tubbo huffed. “Thanks Dream.”

Dream brought his little brother into his third hug of the night. “You did the best you could do, and that’s good.”

Tommy sighed dramatically. “Techno’s in shit, isn’t he?” he asked, turning to Ranboo who just shrugged. “Purpled said he was.” Tommy turned to face Techno directly. “Techno Blade. Are you in this shit?” he asked carefully, wanting a straight answer but hoping that his assumption was wrong.

“Tubbo has been trying to tell you all year that I’m Dream’s getaway driver. You just don’t listen to him.”

“Fuck!”

Ranboo pated Tommy’s head. “There’s a reason I’m the normal one in the friend group. I don’t have an older brother to be in the crime scene.”

Everybody stared at Ranboo. There were a few seconds of silence. Then everyone burst out laughing; rolling on the floor; holding stomachs; wiping tears from their eyes; the whole thing.

Once everyone had calmed down slightly, Bad spoke. “The school called. Even though Dream and Punz are emancipated they didn’t pick up the phone so the office called me. You boys have a week of homework to catch up on.”

“We were kidnapped,” Tommy bluntly stated.

“The school doesn’t care,” Techno said, snorting. “I got called to the office to collect it after school the other day.”

“Fuck you. Fuck that. Fuck this!”

Tommy and Techno were in his car driving back to the house the next morning.

“Techno?”

“Yeah Tommy.”

“You’re okay right?”

“Yeah.”

“You don't get in trouble?”

“Nope. Promise.” He crossed his heart with his free hand. “I promise I’m safe.”

Tommy held out his pinky.

Techno wrapped his around before Tommy could get to the prompting.

“I’m never joining you,” Tommy said very seriously.

“Never.”

#TommyInnit #Technoblade #Purpled #Punz #Dreamwastaken #Tubbo #Sapnap #Georgenotfound #Badboyhalo #These Streets Are Made For Walking

[sery-chan-13]

Hi :) can I request where Niragi is a genie?

Ooh, interesting idea!

[Make A Wish]

Niragi Suguru × Reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death, past scars

"Yeah, I'm here. I know mom. Yep. I know. Yeah. I love you too. Bye," you said, ending the call. You sighed, opening the door to the old house.

Your grandmother had recently passed, and you were in charge of taking care of all the belongings. You had a copy of her will, and of course, while going through her things would make you sad, it was better than seeing her suffer for another day.

You walked in, taking off your shoes, and laying them besides the door. It was quiet, and the blinds were drawn shut. You smiled sadly, as you couldn't smell something cooking in the kitchen as you usually did. The warm light that usually filled the house was dull, and not full of as much joy. You sighed, and kept walking through.

The will had stated that the house itself would go to you, along with whatever belongings you wanted to keep. Your mother would get everything else. You were so happy to get the house you were basically raised in, and honestly there was only a few items you really really wanted.

It was the end of the day, and you had packed all the items your mother wanted. All that was left was some of your grandmother's old kimonos you loved, most of her jewelry, a set of teacups, and the old lamp she always told you not to touch. In the will, however, she said that since she was gone, you could.  It had always been fascinating to you. A family heirloom, apparently. You were excited to finally hold it after so many years.

Walking up the long staircase up to the second floor, your hands shook. Down the hallway, into the dark part of the house where the rope to pull the attic stairs were. You grabbed ahold of it, pulling it down. Slowly, the ladder pulled down from the door on the ceiling with a creak. Dust floated down with it, and you sneezed. "Ugh... fuck dust," you grumbled, beginning to climb up the stairs. You reached the top, pulling yourself in. Your mother had cleaned out all the boxes the week prior, leaving you the things you wanted. Even then, she had only taken the boxes, not cleaned up. You understood why, however, and just ignored it. There was three boxes left, the small, ornate lamp sitting atop the middle box. You smiled, giddily running to it. You knew nothing special would happen, it was just exciting to finally being able to touch it. Years of pent up curiosity had lead up to this moment. You reached out and picked it up. The cold metal made you shiver. You ran your finger along the side, tracing the jagged pattern that adorned the lamp. You smiled, hugging it close to your body. "You're kind of dusty, aren't you? Let's go clean you up," you said, talking to the lamp. Sure, it might have seemed crazy, but it made you feel a bit better.

You softly moved the cleaning rag over the metal, smiling at it. Sure, it might have been the least valuable thing in the house, but the emotional value was worth more to you. You laughed at the thought you had of rubbing the lamp, seeing if anything happened. It's what you always thought when you were younger. Why not? You weren't expecting it, but it would be fun. You placed the rag down, and held the lamp, rubbing it softly. You closed your eyes, with a smile.

"Remember (Y/N), when my time comes, which is unfortunately soon, you'll get that lamp. And then all your wildest dreams will come true. And by then, I won't be here, so you have to promise to say hello... and goodbye...to a very dear friend. Promise me?" Your grandmother had said, holding her cold hands in yours. You nodded, tears filling your eyes. "Yes, I promise. I promise. And your time isn't soon grandma. I still haven't taken you to Paris, just like we said. You can't leave yet," you whimpered, tears falling. She smiled, pressing a hand to your face. "It's ok... it's ok..."

You opened your eyes, shaking your head, sniffling and drying the tears. "Uh... so... should I come back later or..?" You heard someone ask. Your eyes widened and you slowly looked up. There was a man floating above you. You gasped, backing into the wall behind you. "I'm just tired... and sad, and anxious, this is a hallucination, no way this is real. No. Nope. Goodnight," you said out loud to yourself. You slapped the side of your face harshly to see if you would snap out of it. "Ouch, that looks like it hurt," he stated sarcastically, standing on the floor.  "And I can assure you, I am most definitely real sweetheart." You felt lightheaded, and took short shaky breaths. "I... I th-think I'm gonna pass out," you said, holding a hand to your head. "Yeah, you go ahead and do that," he said. You vision swirled, black and white filling your eyesight, until you lost consciousness.

When you woke up, you were on the couch downstairs. You held your head, sitting up with a groan. "So it was a dream," you muttered. Everything was fine, until you looked over at a chair in the corner. Glowing yellow eyes looked back at you, and a shadow darker than the rest of the darkness slithered slowly over to you. Your breathing quickened, and you screamed. The lights turned on, and the shadow figure was revealed to be exactly that, a shadow figure. "Do I have to deal with you annoying ass evil bitches every time some mortal rele- uses the lamp?" You heard someone groan. You turned to see the man from last time. The shadow immediately dissipated, leaving behind purple embers, and you jumped up from the couch. "S-so... what? You- you? Shadow? What the fuck?" You questioned, digging your hands into your scalp. "Yeah, I'm real. So was that thing. No, you're not just extremely stressed. Now, I do have to ask... where is (G/N)? Haven't seen her in a while..." he asked, answering your other questions before. You looked down frowning. He knew what that face meant. "Oh... sorry," he apologized.

''So... what are you exactly?" You asked. You two were currently in your kitchen, talking about random things. "Well, depends where your from, but most know my kind as genies," he said with a smirk. You hated the fact that it made you feel butterflies. He was rather attractive now that you actually got to look at him. "Genies?" You questioned. "Genies. All powerful beings that can grant wishes to mortals yada yada yada. Yeah, that," he said. You could tell he was rather proud of this. It made you laugh a bit. "Oh so like... three wishes?" You said. He nodded, "Exactly that, actually. Three wishes, the sky's the limit besides these rules: I can't bring anybody back from the dead, and I personally don't make people fall in love. It becomes obsessive, and I would rather not deal with that again."

"Oh... and then what happens after the three wishes are completed?" You asked. "I go back to my lamp. Basically a prison. But yeah. You see these?" He said, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. Under where two black bracelet cuffs with intricate patterns and designs carved in. Your eyes lit up, and you traced over the patterns. "Yeah, these keep me connected. Forever. So, let me guess your wishes. Money, power, fame?" He said, rubbing his hands together. You raised an eyebrow at his words, tilting your head to the side. "That's boring and selfish. Also not what I want. So... oh! Actually... um... I just wish my mom did not have to worry about all the money, legal stuff, or anything having to do with my grandmother's funeral. Could you do that?" You asked, looking up at him.

This was new. No one had ever asked him for anything that didn't benefit themselves. Most people asked for money, or being famous. Some had other selfish desires, so this was new to him. Of course he could do it, but what we're your motives behind it? And with that being said, didn't you know he could trick you and make your wish come true in a different way? You probably did, you seemed intelligent, so he assumed you knew.

"Yeah, I can do that."

For the past few days, you hadn't asked for anything else. Well, more like you hadn't wished for anything else. You had asked his name, which you learned to be Niragi. You had smiled when he told you, and he couldn't help but feel the tiniest bit flustered when you did. Although, he reminded himself not to do anything rash such as develop feelings, because after your three wishes were done, he went back to living in the lamp until the next person came along.

"Niragi, um.. why is there always those shadow things trying to hurt me?" You questioned as he floated besides you. "Because you're cursed," he said, patting the top of your head. You tilted your head to side, confused by his words. "What do you mean cursed?" You asked. "Cursed, ملعون, 詛咒, nasumpa, καταραμένος, maledictus eris,maldita. You want me to go on?" He stated. You stared in awe, grabbing his arm. "You know more than one language?!" You shouted. He smirked down at you, nodding his head. "I've been around for millenia sweetheart. Many people from many different places," he said. He thought it was the stupidest thing to get excited over. You were acting like he just told you you were going to Disney or something. "Wait, back on track... why am I cursed?" You asked. "It's easier to show you. Hold on," he said, picking you up of the floor. You yelped in surprise, holding onto him tightly. You screwed your eyes shut, not wanting to look.

"If you never open your eyes, you'll be scared your whole life. Come on," Niragi said. You shook your head nuzzling your face further into his neck. You were most definitely not in your grandmother's house anymore. You didn't even know if you were in Japan at this point. "Look or I'll drop you. You need to have fun (Y/N)," he said. You thought he was kidding. "Ok, have fun," were the only words he said, before letting you go. You screamed, feeling the wind rush past you, your hair flying upwards. 

"Niragi!!" You screamed, calling out for him. He appeared besides you, laughing. "Isn't this fun?'' He asked, yelling over the sound of the wind rushing past. "N-no! Please don't let me fall!" You yelled, tears filling your eyes. You weren't usually quick to cry, but it had been a stressful two weeks, and your concept of mortality had been flipped with your grandmother dying. You knew how fragile humans were now. And it terrified you that you could die at any moment. 'Shit, she's crying. Fuck.'  He thought, before grabbing you into his arms once more. "Sorry," he apologized. You clung onto him, wrapping your legs around his waist. Your face went back to being nuzzled into his neck. " 'S ok... just don't let me fall," you whimpered. He had forgotten that humans could be oh so fragile. And you crying made him feel bad. He had never felt bad for a human before. It was new.... You as an experience had been so new. Everything you did was a breath of fresh air for him. It was nice...

"And we're here,'' he said, setting you down on the floor. Your legs were wobbly, and you held onto him for support. "It's ok, here, get on the floor, we're right in front of why you're cursed," he said, helping you sit on your knees. You finally looked around, seeing it was a graveyard. There was a gravestone, old and crumbling, right in front of you. You jumped back, and Niragi's arms wrapped around you. "Where are we?" You asked, looking at the gravestone. You couldn't even read the words on it from how old it was. "A cemetery somewhere that I won't tell you the name of," he said. You pouted, and he snickered, patting the top of your head. You crawled over to him.

"Ok, but why?"

"To explain why you're cursed."

"But why did we have to come here?"

"Because you need to leave that damn house."

"So it's trauma time?"

"It's trauma time."

"Can I sit here?"

"Go ahead, we'll be here a while."

The exchange would have been funny to any passer-by, but as you two were alone, no one would be able to recount this. You sat besides him, picking at the dead grass. It seemed everything was dead in the cemetery. "Alright. Comfy?" He questioned. You nodded, and urged him to go one with the explanation.

"So, a long long long long ass time ago, this man made the lamp that imprisoned me. He had found me out and about, and made a bet. A bet that if he could make something for me to stay in, I would be trapped in it until he needed me. So, me being me, I said yes. I told him he got three tries. The first two weren't successful, you know as most things aren't. The third however... the third trapped me. I was chained into the lamp, only being called on when they needed something. But, I was smart. The three tries? Yeah, that's where you get your three wishes then I leave. Others heard about what he did, capturing a genie, and making it bend to his will, and asked him to make them lamps to catch genies. Everyone treated us like pets. It was horrible. Constantly under the command of someone else who doesn't give a shit about anything that happens to you. With this, other genies were understandably upset. So, they put a curse on him, and his bloodline. They would never be free from the torture of demons and spirits who were bitter about what happened, or if they wanted to take the genie for themselves. He's the reason you're cursed. He's your many greats back grandfather."

You gasped softly, "So... how... how did they treat you?" Your hands softly grabbed onto his arms, raising the sleeves. He pulled on his arm, trying to pull it back. You looked up at him, giving him a look that calmed him. It made him feel comfortable and safe. He'd never felt that with anyone. He sighed, letting you raise his sleeves. Burns and scars adorned his skin, and you lightly traced over them. Your hands were cold in contrast to the heat his body was giving. They didn't hurt anymore, but he still jerked back when you touched them. You were so gentle, and loving. He didn't know anyone could be so soft, so sweet. He didn't know humans could show kindness towards him. But here you were, breaking everything he had thought before.

He was broken from his thoughts when he felt your lips touch to his arm. "What... what are you doing?" He asked. "My grandmother used to do this when I got hurt.... I know I can't make up for the mistakes my ancestors made, or heal the scars they caused, but... maybe I can make you feel better?" You said softly, one of your hands reaching out, and softly tucking his hair back behind his ear. "Shouldn't I be doing this to you?" He questioned with a laugh. "I want to take care of you. Men can be vulnerable, and be taken care of. They have feelings. Even if you are an immortal being. You still have feelings," you responded. "Let's take you back to your home," he said, pulling his sleeve back down. "Our home. You're there with me. It's ours."

After you two had returned, you went to go take a shower. You told him to change or do what he wanted really, so he did. He unbuttoned his shirt, scowling at the scars previous people had left behind. How he hated it. He hated that any mark left behind was a cautionary tale. What had they taught him? Not to speak? He shrugged his shirt off, his frown deepening as he saw more and more of what he hated. He stared into the mirror, losing himself in his thoughts.

"Niragi- woah, sorrysorrysorry!" You apologized, covering your eyes with your hand. He shook his head, snapping himself out of it. "It's fine. I'm still dressed, just no shirt. Lost myself for a second," he said. You took your hand off your eyes, frowning at how he looked at himself in the mirror. You could see hatred, and anger when his eyes met the mirror. "Why is there are mirror at the foot of your bed anyways?" He scoffed, sitting down on the edge of the bed. You joined him, leaning your head on his shoulder. "Because," you answered. He groaned laying back. You waited for his reaction.

"You have a mirror on your ceiling too?! What the fuck is this shit?!"

You laughed, laying back with him. You turned on your side to face him. "Thought it was cool. And some of my past hook up and exes liked them for... reasons," you said. "Because they liked looking at you two fucking in a mirror?" He said. You blushed, looking away. "Oh my gods... just admit you have a mirror kink and move on," he groaned. Your blush got heavier, and you pushed on his arm. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw one of the shadows again. This time, it didn't seem to want to back down from the room. "N-niragi... shadow," you whispered pointing at it. He sat up quickly, putting an arm in front of you defensively. "Can you not?" He said. The shadow only slithered closer, and you hid behind Niragi. This spirit was most definitely bolder than the rest, getting closer every second. "Niragi... I can wish it away, can't I?" You whispered. You were scared, and he could tell. "You can, but don't waste a wish on something I can han-" "I wish my family would stop being cursed for the actions of our ancestors," you interrupted, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Why we're you so selfless? The world seemed to be treating you horribly recently, and all you did was use your wishes for others. Would this one benefit you as well? Of course. But any other person would have wished for only them to stop being cursed. "Your wish is my command sweetheart."

You lay besides him, frowning. "What's wrong?" He asked. You looked up at him, confused. "You're sad. What's up?" He questioned, looking down at you. "I won't get to see you after the third wish... I don't want you to leave," you explained. "Sweetheart, trust me, you won't even notice I'm gone. You'll go on with your life and forget about me," he said, running a hand hesitantly through your hair. Those words pained him to say. He didn't want you to forget about him. He didn't want to leave, something else that was new. He always couldn't wait to leave, but this time, he was dreading it. "No... I can't go back to normal after you..." you whispered, cuddling into him. "You have to," he stated. You shook your head. "Can't I wish you to stay? I can do that right? It's not against the rules? Would that be selfish to make you stay with me?" You rambled, hugging him tightly. You didn't want to let go, as if he'd disappear any minute. "Why do you want me to stay? I'm not important to you (Y/N)," he whispered. "Because you are important to me. I love... I love you," you admitted. He looked down at you, watching as you hid your face. "So... can I wish you to stay with me?" You asked. He thought about it. Really, you were the only person who cared about him, and the only person he cared about. You were so different from everyone he'd met, and it was an attractive trait. He couldn't lie, he loved you too, and he was almost tired of hiding his feelings. It was the quickest anyone has fallen in love, probably. It had been 2 weeks. "... Yeah. Yeah, you can do that," he said. "I wish you didn't have to disappear into the lamp after the third wish. That you be free from being a genie, and stay with me...'' you whispered, holding onto him. You just held him, fearing what would happen if the wish didn't work.

A minute later, he was still there. And you cheered happily. "You're here! It worked!" You shouted. He laughed, surprised at this as well. "Thank you... thank you (Y/N)," he said, pressing his forehead against your own. Once again, you had made a wish that didn't benefit you. Or so he thought. Your last and final wish had been a tad bit selfish, making him stay with you. But it's what he wanted. It's what you wanted. For him to stay with you. Wishes can't be taken back, and neither could he. Because your last wish sealed both of you together forever. Maybe he couldn't make people fall in love, but you most certainly could.

Oh wow, that was kind of long-

Sorry that took so long to finish, and I'm sorry for any spelling mistakes!

#alice in borderland #niragi #×reader #fluff #these requests are so interesting and amazing and i love themmmm #you have no idea how creative yall are #they make me so happy lol #like... i love mythology and these requests make my brain buzz

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North star

Core disaster week Day 1: Bart’s Birthday// First kiss

-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Cassie smiled, sitting down in the picnic blanket. There was so much fucking food- it was awesome.

But not as awesome as being together, all of them. It’d been a while since they managed to meet like this. Kon, particularly, had been hard to pin down and convince to come; but exceptions had to be made on certain days, and Bart’s birthday was the height of special occasions.

Tim, too. She risked a glance at him, stony and silent, and smiled sadly. It truly had been too long.

Sitting each on one end of the blanket, like a flesh and blood compass rose, she smiled again at the unintended philosophy of it all. Bart to the east, bringing the sun into their lives, his energy and warmth a hope for the new day; Kon to the south, lost in memories of the past but a steady, firm ground beneath them; She herself to the west, holding the weight of it all on her shoulders like the sky held the heaviness of sunset; And Tim, sweet, depedable Tim, was undoubtedly their north.

“Cassie? Wonder-honey-baby-dearest girl?”

Snapping out of her reverie, Cassie waved Bart’s concerned face off.

“Don’t worry, just lost in thought. C’mon dude, it’s your day, we can’t start eating until you do!”

A little unsure, Bart sits back on his spot, glancing to his right at Tim. He hesitated a bit, something extremely unusual for a speedster presented with a widely varied menu (Kon and her had flown all over the world picking and choosing his favorites from every possible country- there was a lot).

“He doesn’t mind”, interrupts Kon softly, before anything else can be said.

Taking his word as the gospel it is, Bart’s face broke into the biggest smile and cleaned up his first plate of ‘a little bit of everything’ in less than a blink, already reaching out for more. Without even pausing his chewing, he started babbling out at Tim, who for once didn’t reprimand him on his table manners, nor tried to use a napkin to clean his chocolate-stained cheek. Cassie tried very hard to hide the pang that surprise-attacked her heart.

Desperate for a distraction, she turned to her right, to Conner. He was looking at the other two fondly, a small smile breaking through his face of steel like it was butter.

She remembered back when they were younger, just children, before all the tragedies and the losses; he had smiled easier, then. Wider, unprompted, freely. Giving that handsome smirk like it was candy on halloween.

“It was a good idea to come here”, he acknowledged, once again making her snap out of her head.

“One day, you’ll just accept that all my ideas are good.”

“Do I need to remind you about the deal with the beet demon?”

“That wasn’t that bad.”

“Cassie. We had to eat borsch for every meal. For a month. I don’t think Bart ever forgave you about that.”

They both waited for a second to see if the speedster was about to interject, but he seemed to have missed their conversation, regaling Tim with a tale of his latest training session with Wally.

“Anyway”, Kon coughed, drawing her back to their moment, “it really was. I… I know I wasn’t the easiest person to convince, so..”

“‘The easiest person’? I had to track you down across an entire hemisphere, lasso you like a wild animal and drag you here kicking and screaming. Literally. My bruises have bruises.”

“Anyway, thanks. I… needed to see you all again. I never thought we’d be able to just… sit here and enjoy ourselves, without… you know, all the…”

“Angst?”

“... yeah. How did you even manage to secure us this spot?”

Cassie smiled, leaning back against her arms, enjoying the sun on her face.

“You can thank Tim’s brother for that. I made him promise to make sure no one interrupted us today.”

The other meta snorted.

“It’d be a cold day in hell before I thank Nightwing for anything.”

She winced a bit, but refused to let the implications ruin her good mood. “Come on, you know he’s not my favorite person in the world, but he’s really doing his best to be here for” -a quick glance, Bart still talking his heart out to Tim- “the new Robin. If you can bury the battle axe...he’s not so bad, nowadays.”

Unsure, he shrugged.

“I don’t really care if he discovers the cure to cancer and spends the rest of his life in seclusion as a monk. If I see him on fire and I have a big water bottle, I might help him put it out- after taking a few drinks, first. But that’s as far as I’d be willing to go for him.”

Considering the numerous times Kon had tried to outright attack the older vigilante, Cassie was going to take it.

“How's Jon?” she asked, subject change as unsubtle as a kick to the chest, taking a delicious french pastry between thumb and forefinger and examining it.

He copied her, selecting something brown and salty-looking from the assorted items

“Nothing new. He’s still a better mentor than Supes, though his choice in friends leaves much to be desired. Still, like I told you, I’m… better? I think?”

A pause, as he washed down whatever he ate with a raspberry slushie. Bart’s incessant chatter, once annoying, was now a beautiful background noise. He was just so damn happy, Cassie felt more accomplished even than the time Diana first told her ‘good job’ after a spar. All he’d asked her for his birthday, soft and broken among his tears, had been this; just the four of them, together.

And she’d done her best to make it happen, securing this place and guilting Kon into accepting. She’d done it, and the memory of Bart’s genuine laugh as he told Tim about his last caught villain would -hopefully- be enough to deter the nightmares sure to come with sunfall.

“Anyway, he’s good. What about Donna?”

Cassie let her head fall back between her shoulder blades with a groan, closing her eyes against the glaring midday sun.

“Ugh, don’t remind me. I love her to pieces, but honestly? I can see why my mom has so many grey hairs. Diana is lucky she’s perpetually young and perfect and thus doesn’t need to deal with stress lines. If this is what I was like when she trained me, I have a lot to apologize for. Starting, but not limited to, our days in Young Justice. We did so many stupid things back then.”

“So, the Titans are a riot?”

“They are a bad influence, and I hate how they taught Donna to disobey when I tell her to go to safety and let me do the fighting, but honestly, it’s so much like looking at our past, I can’t help but want to wrap them up in a blanket and wish them luck.”

“I wish you luck. This is why I refuse to take a younger hero under my wing. Too much responsibility.”

“You are a weak bitch. Even Bart is mentoring someone. We have to nourish the younger generation, Kon. Think of the children.”

“You are nineteen, stop talking like you just turned seventy.”

“Well, Cissie is retired. It’s not such a stretch.”

“I’ll tell her you said she’s old.”

“Don’t you dare.”

After those first few hiccups, the rest of the afternoon went smoothly. Uncharacteristically restrained of them, no food fight ensued, but even so it was a pretty fun day. They caught up with each other, teased about past exes and questionable fashion choices, and every silent, solemn moment was endured with joined hands and hearts, a united front against the grief.

Bart’s wet eyes shone, filled with gratitude, when he blew the candles. Cassie caught the exact moment on camera, having learnt the value of getting those precious seconds immortalized forever somewhere other than her own mind.

He kept his wish to himself, but it wasn’t really a mystery. Just by the way he glanced at Tim, they could harnett a pretty solid guess.

Heartache was a familiar, almost comforting feeling to her now, but the wave of raw emotion that almost washed her away at Kon’s crystalized eyes and Bart’s trembling hands gave her pause. Cassie looked away from them for just a second, giving herself this moment of weakness, and in the fleeting light of sunset, she could have sworn she saw a familiar face, looking over them from the shadow of a tree, smiling fondly.

But it was missing with her next blink, so she just shook her head to dispel any traces of wistfulness and turned back to her boys.

It was in silence that they picked up their stuff. Super speed would have made it a chore of just a millisecond, but none felt the urge to run away, so they took their time, hands brushing and then clutching while they cleaned up this sacred place they had borrowed for the day.

Cassie really needed to thank Damian for coming through for her on this. As much as she had despised the other vigilante in the past, a leftover feeling from Tim’s own feud with his older brother, she had learned to forgive and forget. It was, she’d come to accept, the only way she could move on.

Basket finally full with the blanket, empty plates and chocolate stained napkins (Kon’s hand had trembled as he cleaned Bart’s cheek in their leader’s stead), they stood together, arms around each other with the birthday boy in the middle. One by one, they said their goodbyes. It hurted a little less than the last time they could manage to do this, perhaps helped by the fact Kon hadn’t stormed off midway this time.

Cassie smiled. It was sad, it was raw, it was heavy. But it wasn’t broken. She-they- weren’t broken. A puzzle with a missing piece was incomplete, not shattered.

The hand not around Bart’s shoulders stretched, as Cassie’s finger traced the poem they had Bruce engrave in Tim’s tombstone.

“He was my North, my South, my East and West,

My working week and my Sunday rest,

My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;

I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,

Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;

Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;

For nothing now can ever come to any good.”

The kids that had chosen that poem as immortalization of their grief had been drowning in it, she knew. Had needed a way to let the world know “we are not okay, we’ll never be okay again”. It was, maybe, what saved them back then.

But she wished she could crouch down in front of those lost, overwhelmed kids and tell them ‘you never stop missing him, but you learn to be happy again; and he brings you all together, just like the first time’.

So Cassandra Sandsmark, former Wonder Girl (now something more), lets her head fall back, looks at the setting sun and smiles. Because she can. Because she’s alive, and she’s gonna fucking smile for him, if its the last thing that she does.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-

The shadows of the coming night hide him, embrace him, want to keep him; he puts a stop to that, let’s himself be kept from wandering eyes but avoids the eternal retaking. He’s seen that side of the road and is under no hurry to visit it again.

Instead, he watches the young heroes, bathed in light and laughter, sitting around a dead bird’s grave.

He yearns. He wants, more than anything, to go to them. To join them in the warmth, in happiness. To go back to the only home that never felt anything else than welcoming.

But he has work to do; there’s a new Robin in the streets, and he needs to ensure that what happened to him doesn’t happen to this frail, rough around the edges and full of life bird.

He waits until they pick up and leave, before donning his suit and walking in the opposite direction. Hopefully, a time will soon come when he can smile with them again.

But, for now, the Red Hood has a clown to hunt and a criminal underbelly to conquer.

#my writting #tim drake #kon el kent #cassie sandsmark #bart allen #core disaster week #core four #day 1 #Bart's birthday #angst #hurt comfort #kinda #don't yell at me #I'm sorry I didn't edit this #I'm in Sk8 the Infinity hell right now #no thoughts head empty only Renga from Sk8

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Ruby & Cosmo

Ruby: Dying to know is every date colour coded? ❤️

Cosmo: Oh, God 😅 How unintentionally cringe

Cosmo: That sums up how well it went, sadly

Ruby: the quick reply had me thinking you were back early or answering in the middle of dinner

Cosmo: 🤫

Cosmo: I’d never!

Cosmo: It was a favour and I think that showed

Cosmo: She’s my cousin’s friend and just got dumped, sweet girl but perhaps not ready to be great company

Ruby: explains the 🌹

Cosmo: Not very personal or too basic?

Ruby: a nice try if it was your first date ever but I know it’s not

Cosmo: Thank God I didn’t get another bouquet 😏

Cosmo: They weren’t buy one get one free though, before you say

Ruby: they looked expensive

Ruby: she would’ve felt guilty throwing them back in your face

Cosmo: I told you I weren’t texting under the table, why would she need to?

Ruby: you told me why, they’re impersonal & basic

Ruby: & heartbreak makes you unhinged

Cosmo: I wouldn’t call her unhinged

Cosmo: at least not to her face, right

Ruby: 😅

Ruby: or your cousin’s

Ruby: Are you staying out in town or going home to change?

Cosmo: I don’t fancy showing up in the club in this

Cosmo: never mind hearing what my friends would have to say

Cosmo: What are you up to?

Ruby: the VIP area has seen worse, you don’t look like you raided the Gucci sale rail, eyes closed

Ruby: & your friends have worn worse, but I won’t say it to their faces

Ruby: I’m waiting for my own friends to be done making their own questionable outfit choices as usual

Cosmo: Careful, that was almost a compliment and not just a drag of the lads

Cosmo: not undeserved on their end but what did I do to make you decide to be nice to me?

Cosmo: besides entertain you with my dating woes whilst they redo their makeup, again

Ruby: You know how to dress, it’s a fact

Ruby: & I didn’t decide to be nice, it just happened

Cosmo: Not that you’re not usually nice in general

Cosmo: but here I am, feeling special, like 💖🤩

Cosmo: It’s also a fact, though not an impressive one, that I’m not lame enough to go in for that negging bullshit, so whatever I end up doing, calling you a bitch ain’t on the agenda

Ruby: there you were down in the dumps about your disaster date, I thought I’d try to help

Ruby: I wouldn’t, it only works for Mason when everyone’s too busy watching his feet move to care about his mouth & that’s not the audience you’ve got atm

Cosmo: I think I’ll survive

Cosmo: but I appreciate it

Cosmo: I’ve seen him get in trouble for his mouth plenty of times on the pitch

Cosmo: but referees aren’t ones to be sweet-talked so…

Ruby: your expensive roses are wasted on them 🥀

Cosmo: That is the real tragedy 💔

Cosmo: I reckon 🍷 could work on your dad though, whaddya think?

Ruby: aren’t we beyond bribes? I thought we were

Cosmo: You don’t have to go up for contract renewals

Cosmo: but I was joking, so don’t tell him he’s on a promise there

Ruby: oh yeah, it’s a joke you being worried you won’t get renewed

Ruby: he doesn’t shut up about you after a few 🍷’s with your dad

Cosmo: Sorry you’ve had to witness/hear that

Cosmo: can’t help my case

Ruby: it wouldn’t be realistic to entertain you or let you entertain me if he wasn’t on board

Cosmo: No?

Ruby: secrecy & sneaking around would be impossible unless we could both drop what we were doing at a moment’s notice, which we can’t

Cosmo: True

Cosmo: Neither of us has the time for that

Ruby: or the anonymity

Cosmo: You aren’t wrong

Ruby: 💖🤩 back at me?

Ruby: you’re being agreeable, above & beyond the Sunday roast standard you set when everyone was listening in

Cosmo: Agreeable from you I can take

Cosmo: I didn’t know any of you guys were going to be there, so if I wasn’t on top form

Cosmo: I’d love to have a second chance to do it better, of course

Cosmo: Somewhere more exciting than family dinner

Cosmo: and no impersonal and basic 🌹s

Ruby: I’d love to skip the club tonight, it stopped being exciting forever ago

Ruby: there’s your chance

Cosmo: Alright

Cosmo: I’ll make something happen and I’ll send you the place and the dress code

Ruby: pastel colours wash me out

Cosmo: What kind of place would be pastels only? 🤔

Ruby: [name drop somewhere boujee that you’ve been probably with your mum and godmother lol]

Ruby: you wasted the ❤️ on the wrong girl 💔

Cosmo: She wasn’t wearing red

Ruby: it was never going to work out

Cosmo: That might be for the best

Ruby: tbd

Ruby: but I’m not feeling like I’ll cry or talk about any of my exes so it’ll be better for you

Cosmo: And for you

Cosmo: not that you’re letting me be impressive with a bar that low but you know

Ruby: you’ll get over or under it if you want to

Cosmo: If I couldn’t rise to the occasion your dad definitely wouldn’t stand for it

Ruby: I won’t either

Cosmo: tbd

Cosmo: I heard

Ruby: another girl has beat me to denying you everything, I have no choice but to switch it up to keep things interesting

Cosmo: Has hard-to-get worked since the days of negging?

Cosmo: You’ve got all the choices, and no need to play any sort of game with me

Cosmo: Let’s have a good time

Ruby: it might have worked for people who want a different reputation than I do

Ruby: that’d wash me out too, the whole projection of intense cold bitch energy

Ruby: a good time is more doable

Cosmo: It wouldn’t get you very far, I understand

Cosmo: We all have to be some type of way to get to where we need to be

Ruby: yeah & talent has to be backed up with 😁✨

Cosmo: A winning personality, of course

Ruby: if I don’t have that both of my parents & coach are going to lose it, definitely

Cosmo: Well, you don’t need to worry about that, from my perspective

Ruby: from my POV neither of us will be worrying until the alarm wakes us early tomorrow & it’ll be too late to stress it by then

Ruby: the good time’ll have already happened

Cosmo: I’ll drink to that

Cosmo: [something that’s between the restaurant moment we just took Savannah to and the normal clubs they would go to, idk what that would look like, like a club that’s a bit sassier than the beyond standard ones footballers and WAGs would hang in]

Cosmo: but I won’t start without you, like

Ruby: not counting the 🍷 if the 🍝 soaked it up

Ruby: but what do you want me to wear? 🧡💛💚💙💜🖤🤍🤎

Cosmo: ❤️ off the table then

Ruby: the bar hasn’t fallen through the floor, I’m not okaying you wearing the outfit you chose for her & me dressing to match it

Cosmo: 😅 I’ve gone home but alright

Cosmo: I want to see what you come up with, actually

Cosmo: I’ll show you I’ve got better than the jumper, don’t worry

Ruby: I’ll do better than a roast with the fam, talk about a low bar

Cosmo: I think you’re probably incapable of looking bad

Ruby: try keeping me up all night & you’ll see

Cosmo: I won’t be the first or the last to show up to practice feeling less than 💯 … are all the other ice skaters perfect 😇s?

Ruby: I’m not giving any details of who isn’t, you’re a date down tonight as is, I’m not getting ditched for someone even more 😈

Cosmo: About how that looks

Cosmo: ‘cos I know

Cosmo: We aren’t going to post anything are we?

Cosmo: I’m not looking to add to the poor girl’s 💔 and I know it’s a dick move to not even wait ‘til tomorrow

Ruby: 📵

Ruby: getting into a fight with your cousin over me is even more Romeo & Juliet than sneaking around behind my dad’s back, we all know how it ended

Ruby: drama in the routine is fine but off the ice it’s not cute

Cosmo: Drama on the pitch depends how you feel about diving

Cosmo: but I appreciate that

Ruby: how I feel about diving depends how much my brother has got to me & I want to get him back for it

Cosmo: 🟥 or 🟨 depending on the day

Ruby: 🟥 usually

Cosmo: I feel that

Cosmo: about my own, usually, not necessarily yours but I can see the how and why there too

Ruby: yours made an impression, not at all good

Cosmo: That’s his speciality

Ruby: 😬 brothers bring the mood down when they’re ours

Cosmo: Neither of them’s invited

Ruby: it’ll make a change not to see mine out

Cosmo: That’s unlucky

Ruby: but you’re on to a winner with the location, congrats

Cosmo: I had a good feeling

Ruby: I’ve got one too

Cosmo: 💖🤩

Ruby: a compliment to last until I get there

Cosmo: tbd 👋

Ruby: ❤️

Cosmo: [so obviously this night is gonna go better than the awkward date, though that’s not hard soz Savannah, but also a step above the standard club moment of every weekend hence we stay out longer than we usually do when we’ve got an early start tomorrow]

Ruby: [and equally as obviously if you found enough to talk about when you were around all your annoying relatives for that roast I’m not worried about you struggling for a convo tonight, you’re both cute and have things in common and there’s clearly a vibe]

Cosmo: [I don’t think anything needs to happen tonight but it’s obvious you like each other ‘cos you could both be bothered to show and do this]

Ruby: [agreed it feels legit to who you both are and your priorities to wanna take things a bit slower than that, like it’s clearly unlike her already to do this when you were literally on a date earlier and staying out later than planned is also something neither of you do a lot so]

Cosmo: [yes, we’re not that kind of boy, not saying you’ve never slept with anyone obvs lmao but we’re not a different gal every weekend energy at all]

Ruby: [likewise neither calling this gal a nun or a slag but I doubt she's been out with that many people cos of a) her busy schedule and b) the lowkey famous dad and brother thing that would make some lads wanna try it on for that reason]

Cosmo: [exactly dr phil, you wanna skip to the AM of it all?]

Ruby: [absolutely boo]

Cosmo: 🟥 or 🟨 for keeping you out past your bedtime then?

Ruby: Are you willing to take credit or am I blaming a messy friend’s man troubles?

Cosmo: That depends

Cosmo: we would have to find a friend we’d mutually not mind throwing under the bus and I’m not sure if my brain is capable rn

Ruby: it wouldn’t be taxing to mine to think up someone believable, if you’re keen to show up to my door with 💐 & fool my dad that it’s the first move you’ve made

Ruby: for rep’s sake

Cosmo: The 💔 is all around

Cosmo: a hangover will have you feeling that way

Cosmo: are YOU keen for me to show up at your door with 💐s, that’s the real question here

Ruby: I’ll start getting hangovers when I’m old, it’s a scare tactic before, not a real thing

Ruby: impressing my dad doesn’t necessarily impress me

Cosmo: 😂

Cosmo: That’s alright, I already have impressed him, so it’s definitely not my intention here

Ruby: let’s hear what your intentions are

Cosmo: Now you’re bragging about how un-hungover you are

Cosmo: How about you let me set up a second date and we can talk about it then?

Ruby: a brag would have a selfie attached, I was reassuring you I’m not suffering mild alcohol poisoning like most of our friends

Ruby: a second date for when?

Cosmo: I’m pleased to hear it

Cosmo: it doesn’t make for a pretty sight

Cosmo: [pisstakey shot of some of the lads dying in the changing room or wherever like ew lol]

Cosmo: Send me your calendar and I’ll see?

Ruby: 😬 lovely [but send him something similar of the girls obvs and then your calendar of course, I’m cackling because what if the only time they can both do is tonight so that looks really extra when you’re both not]

Cosmo: They’d kill us for that 😏

Cosmo: [we so could, lmao okay]

Cosmo: Well, it looks like either we double down and go for tonight or we give it a rain check and see in a couple weeks 🤔

Ruby: tonight works for me but it’s you who’d be doing the work to think of somewhere else with wow factor

Cosmo: Undefeated with two wins sounds a lot better than one

Ruby: yeah & I don’t want to talk about weeks on the bench

Cosmo: Be a bit of a dirty tactic to put the blame on you for not going out with me tonight if I get benched but

Cosmo: If it works I’m not above it

Cosmo: So, what kind of place are you looking to avoid tonight?

Ruby: do we need to avoid anywhere or flash photography? your cousin & the girl they forced you to date can’t stay mad forever

Cosmo: No, we don’t have to

Ruby: 💖🤩

Cosmo: Understood

Cosmo: I’ll get back to you

Ruby: 🚫🍷🥃🍸🍹 can be tonight’s rule if you need a break

Cosmo: I don’t

Cosmo: I just needed to know what you want to do, and now I do and I’m thinking

Ruby: I know you don’t need it to have or be fun, me either hopefully

Cosmo: I think you’re fun

Cosmo: and it’s definitely tragic if you have to rely on something like that, that’s not me

Ruby: it’s nobody I know or would count as worth knowing

Cosmo: Totally

Cosmo: Okay, I’m going on the pitch, send you deets later

Ruby: don’t mess up or I’m going to cancel tonight & I don’t want to so that’ll be us both in bad moods 😘

[tinyanimelover]

Bad Liar

I’ve had this in my drafts waiting to release it for Grimmjow’s b-day but I want to give you all something to read while I get the one-shots done ^.^ Grimmjow is probably waaaay ooc ;-; but I hope you’ll enjoy it anyways! ^.^

"...are you really leaving?" Grimmjow asked as his eyes were glued to the White ceiling, he could feel the weight on the bed shift beside him. 

"Mhm" he heard the girl say "It's not like I have a choice..". 

"Fuck if you don't" he drawled, closing his eyes "You can say no if you really didn't want to go". 

"..yeah, I could...but I don't want to stay stuck here forever..I want to travel and see amazing places...and If i stay here..even just for another month..I end up stuck here forever full of regrets like my parents" she said softly "mm...you gonna miss me, is that why you've been so quiet lately?".

 "...tch.." He let out, ignoring the teasing tone that laced her words "Fuck no". 

"...what're you going to do when I leave then?" She asked, he felt the bed shift again, this time it seemed she moved closer than before.

 "Work" he said as if it were an obvious answer "I have a life, ya know". 

"Mhm.." She hummed softly, he felt her hand rest on his face "You're such a bad liar".

 "...maybe" he let out with a muffled voice, lifting his hand and grabbing hers, pushing it away from him "Don't touch my face like that".

 "You're so mean" she said after a moment, shifting away from him. 

Grimmjow turned onto his side, opening his eyes and resting them on the girl who laid on the bed alongside him.

 He trailed his eyes from her silky hair, down to her beautiful eyes then to her nose, lastly her lips. His eyes lingered over them longer than he'd like to admit. 

"...Y/n" he let out. 

She hummed, she had her eyes closed, enjoyed the silence and the birds as they chirped outside of the window "What?". 

He sat up, hunching over a bit "..why the fuck are you still here?". 

"..what do you mean?" He heard her say "Where else would I spend my last day?".

 "I don't fucking know" he scowled lightly, "Anywhere but here. I told you already, I don't fucking care if you're leaving or not". 

"..you did say that.." She let out, "But I wouldn't forgive myself if I left without saying goodbye to you, so..sorry". 

"...tch..selfish bitch" he closed his eyes, hands clasped so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. 

"Just this once~" she laughed softly "You're my best friend after all...how could I not spend this time with you?".

 "I'm not your fucking friend" he said, turning his head to look back at her "Never was". 

"Just someone you happen to live next to, right?" She asked, a smile on her lips but she kept her eyes closed as she laid there "No worries..if you don't think of me as your friend, then just consider me the girl who lives next door and gives you free snacks at the store she works at". 

"..shut the fuck up" he sneered, suddenly on top of her, pinning her hands above her head "How the fuck can you say that?!". 

She opened her eyes, staring right into his blue hues "...then..the girl who you're gonna miss when she leaves?" She said, almost in a whisper "The girl who's gonna miss you just as much when she leaves?". 

"..why..are you doing this to me!" He seethed, shutting his eyes "You know damn well how I feel about you! Why the fuck did you come here if I told you not to!". 

"Because of all the people I thought about..you’re the one I'm gonna miss the most" she smiled, despite the tears that were beginning to fall "I don't want to leave without spending time with you". 

"You piss me off!" he half-yelled, plopping down and burying his face in her neck "So fucking much...you knew...but you keep coming back..you're so fucking selfish!". 

"..yeah..I know" she said softly, eyes glued to the ceiling "I'm sorry..for doing this to you, Grimmjow...if things were differe--". 

"Don't fucking say that to me" he cut her off, his fingers threaded with hers now "Don't..fucking say that...if you really wanted to, you could stay..and be with me..but you're selfish and a coward..". 

"Mhm~" she said sadly, "Very much so..but so are you...you should be happy for me. Happy that I'm going to follow my dreams..". 

"..fuck you" he muttered, his lips against her neck "Fuck you and the day you fucking met me". 

"If we'd never met, we wouldn't be in so much pain right now" she closed her eyes "But I don't regret meeting you...because with you..I've always been the happiest". 

"So fucking stay.." He said, moving away from her neck to see her better "Stop being so fucking stubborn and stay". 

"I can't" she let out shakily, bottom lip quivering from the sobs she wanted to let go "I can't...because if I do..I'll end up being nothing..I..want to..but if I do...I don't want to get old and look back and think about how stupid I was for not leaving...". 

"Stupid for staying with a nobody like me?" He asked. 

"Stupid for thinking we'd have a future" she whispered "You only want me because you've never met anyone like me..who knows if you really love me..should I really risk my future on that, Grimmjow? Do you even know yourself if you really love me? Or if you just want to ruin me?".

 "...tch.." He let out, going back to her neck "What about you? Do you even fucking love me?". 

"Of course, since the beginning..." She whispered, "Ever since I met you...but I know you, Grimmjow..and that's why I can't stay". 

"Just give me a fucking chance" he growled, "If you stay, I can fucking show you!". 

"You want me to give up my dreams? College? My job?...for you?...how could you ask me that?" She laughed softly, squeezing his hand "If you really love me...don't ask me that...". 

"I don't fucking love you" he muttered. 

"...and I don't want you either" she smiled sadly "It's okay...you don't have to miss me while I'm gone...when I come back, you can ignore me. Act like I never existed...yeah, that's better isn't it?". 

"Stop fucking with me" he scowled, "Stop...". 

They laid there longer than they'd like to admit, enjoying the warmth that was emitting between them, enjoying being so close to each other. 

"...Grimmjow..I should go now" she said softly. 

"...I'm not fucking done" he muttered "Talk to me more". 

"I'll miss my plane if I stay any longer" she smiled, pulling her hands from his own "C'mon..if you're going to miss me that much, I'll call you every day if you want". 

"I don't want to fucking talk to you every day" he sighed, lifting himself off of her and sitting up "..I won't miss your annoying ass". 

"Mhm" she said, sitting up as well "..you're a bad liar". 

"Fuck you" he let out, clasping his hands tightly again "Fucking go already". 

She hummed as she got to her feet, fixing her clothes as she walked towards the door. 

"I fucking hate you" he scowled, eyes glued to his hands. 

"Yeah.." She let out, opening the door. 

"Everything about you..you selfish bitch" he closed his eyes. 

She hummed in response. 

He got up from the bed, "Fucking leave and don't even call me. I don't care what you do, what happens. I don't care if you re sad or want to tell me about something that made you fucking happy. Fucking leave me alone". 

She nodded, turning around to face him.

 Her eyes widened as he was behind her already, his hands found their way to her neck and cheek, pulling her closer to him.

 He pressed his lips to her own, hungrily and yet still gentle, as if she'd break if he put too much into the kiss. 

He pulled away, both their eyes half-lidded. 

"...i wish I never fucking met you" he whispered, eyes filled with sorrow. 

She smiled after a moment, "I wish so too..". 

She pulled away from him, stepping out into the hallway "..you're a really bad liar...but so am I.." She smiled through the tears "..goodbye, Grimmjow". 

"Stupid bitch!" he managed to say as he slammed the door behind her "...fuck you..". 

"..do you still want me to call you?" He heard her say from the other side of the door. 

"For fucks sake!" He yelled, "If you don't, I'll hunt you down and kill you!".

#Bleach #bleach one-shots #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #grimmjow x reader #showingmyloveforgrimmjow #happybirthdaygrimmjow! #earlybutw.e #female reader insert #song inspired #imagine dragons bad liar #probably ooc grimmjow #please enjoy nonetheless

[honeypleasejustkillme]

the fact you give me butterflies by the simplest sentences makes me so upset i want to off myself. you are the most annoying, enraging and aggravating son of a bitch but in the same moment you’re equally the best, most important and absolutely the most gorgeous person inside and out that i’ve ever known and it makes me frustrated that i feel so contradicting about you.

you make my heart race in both the entranced and the most angriest ways, but either way i love you more than words could begin to describe and that’s why i’m so angry at myself. even if i gave you all my love, sadly in life you can’t love someone into falling in love with you back.

and sometimes i fucking hate you for it, why can’t you just open your eyes and see how fucking much i’d do for you? i would fucking kill for you and yet you don’t recognize how fucking important you are to me. i hate how much i rely on you, it makes me feel pathetic. the fact i can’t get it to go away even if i tried is the worst part.

life is so unfair giving me a soulmate i can’t have. it hurts to know that if you don’t walk away, someday i’ll have to watch you walk down the aisle and marry someone else who can’t give you half the amount of dedication i’d give you. i’d give you all of the love you deserve, i’d do anything for you- i’d throw everything i’ve ever known away for you. and yet i watch you fall for people that use you and then throw you away like a burnt cigarette. it’s so fucking unfair.

i’d never ever do that to you, you make me feel alive. you feel like home, i feel at home in your arms and it’s haunting. i know i’ll never feel like this again and it’s the worst thing to think about. you make me feel safe, like i can hold onto you until the end of time but i know better. i know that it can only be a dream, never a reality.

i guess life’s lesson to me is to not let someone be so important but the damage is already done and now i pay the price for it every single day. i told you today that someday my time will end and it will be okay. you said you want me to stay with you, and i will for now but i’d stay here forever if it meant i could have the chance to be yours- but i don’t. that’s why i have to go, i have to go before you fall for the one you’re gonna marry. i wanna be long gone before that so i don’t even get the chance to mourn losing you.

i think i’ll love you until my time on this floating rock we call earth ends. it’s okay that you don’t love me back- i’d be concerned if you did, i wouldn’t deserve you. you’ve been so kind to me, no one has ever been so gentle to my soul and that’s what hurts the most. even though you make my heart full of a thousand butterflies, it also hurts every day. but i’ll still run back to you every chance i get, i guess i’ll never get tired of the pain.

i am someone that loves self sabotage and self harm so i guess it makes sense why your presence is a drug i’m addicted to. i could spend every single moment with you but it still wouldn’t feel like enough. that’s when i knew i’d fallen way too hard and that it will absolutely break me when you realize that you don’t have to deal with me and my bullshit anymore.

- the things i wish i could tell him

#irl yandere #splitting #bpd favorite person #hopless romantic #heartbreak #love bombing #obsessive love #bpd things

[thominho-incorrectquotes]

Important

This is my entry for Thominho Week 2020, Day 3 “College AU” (alternative prompt)

Characters: Thomas x Minho

 2396 words

Tags: College Au, Modern Au, Mention of child abuse, Angst with happy ending, Mutual pining, Oblivious Thomas, Jealous Minho

Summary: “You’ll have to talk to him one day soon” Teresa repeated for the umpteenth time. “And you’ll have to go back to your dorm, you cannot sleep on the floor of my room for the rest of the semester.” Thomas groaned. He knew it.Few months ago, Thomas realized that the feelings he had for his best friend weren’t just platonic. It had hit him, suddenly, without even giving him a moment to think about it. He was madly in love with Minho.

You can also read it on AO3 and ff.net

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“You’ll have to talk to him one day soon” Teresa repeated for the umpteenth time. “And you’ll have to go back to your dorm, you cannot sleep on the floor of my room for the rest of the semester.”

Thomas groaned. He knew it.

It wasn’t as if he didn’t want to. But how could he make up with Minho? It felt impossible.

Few months ago, Thomas realized that the feelings he had for his best friend weren’t just platonic. It had hit him, suddenly, without even giving him a moment to think about it.

He was madly in love with Minho.

Ever since High School, where they met for the first time, the Korean has been his best friend. They were that inseparable pair that everyone envied. Their friendship was just that strong. They were always there for each other, even in the worst moments, which Thomas had a lot. But Minho always supported him.

They were now in their second year of University. They obviously shared a dorm room and both took part in the Track team as they both loved running. They spent even more time together because of this, sometimes staying up all night talking or watching movies on Minho’s computer, studying together in the library, showering together in the changing room, going to parties together… Seeing them alone was unusual. Their friends often joked that they sometimes looked like an old couple.

However, when Thomas realized he fancied his best friend in a way that wasn’t just friendly, he started felling nervous around Minho. He would flinch a bit when his friend put his arms around his shoulders, as he was used to, and would blush whenever he was around. Even just a small smile directed at him gave Thomas butterflies.

And soon enough, his heart started aching every time he looked at his best friend. Because he knew they will only be that: best friend. One day, Minho would find someone and Thomas would have to watch them be happily forever in love. It made him cry every time he thought about it.

But point is, after the realization that he was in love with the person that meant the most to him - really, he should have realized it sooner, thinking about it - , he just didn’t know how to act around Minho. He didn’t want to ruin his friendship, but he just couldn’t be next to his friend without feeling all sort of things.

He told Teresa about his all this. He couldn’t talk about it with Newt, the guy would just go tell Minho, laughing is ass off. So he went to Teresa. She became his friend in his first year in university even though the Asian never liked her.

Overtime, he spent more and more time with her. It was easier for him, just to be away a bit from his best friend for a bit, it gave his heart a break. However, Minho noticed the distance between them and confronted Thomas about it few days ago.

“You don’t even talk to me anymore!” Minho had yelled. They had been arguing for minutes now, ever since Thomas came back to their room after eating with Teresa. “You avoid me and act like we don’t even know each other!”

“You know that’s not true!” Thomas argued back “We’re like always together!”

“Not for the past weeks.” The Asian had left out a sigh of frustration, running his hand on his head, ruining the perfect dark hair. “If I did something that pissed you off, just tell me dude!”

“You did nothing!”

“Than what is it!?” Minho was getting more and more frustrated. Thomas of course knew about the hot temper of his best friend, but it had never been directed towards him. He didn’t know what to do or what to say. He couldn’t tell Minho he was in love him.

“I-I..”

“See, you don’t even have an explanation! If you don’t like me anymore, please tell me!”

“No it’s not..”

“Or is it that your girlfriend Teresa takes so much of your time that you can’t even have time for me?” Minho interrupted him.

“She’s not…”

“I don’t wanna know Thomas” he cut him again, before sighing sadly. “I guess I’m not that important to you anymore.”

“Min it’s not- ”

“Don’t ‘Min’ me okay. I’m done. Go see your bitch or something, but leave. I don’t want to see you.”

“Teresa is not a bitch.” Now Thomas was angry too. Minho was acting like an asshole right now and didn’t even let him talk. He started packing his backpack with some clothes, desperate to leave the room as soon as possible. He didn’t want the Korean to see him crying. His heart was clenching in pain; his best friend was rejecting him.

“What are you doing?” Minho asked.

“Leaving, like you asked me to.”

“Tommy I wasn’t seri- “

“Slim it.”

That was the last thing Thomas said to his friend before leaving, tears rolling on his cheeks.

He had went to Teresa and cried in her arms the whole night. He was sure that Minho hated him now. He could have went to Alby and Newt’s room, but since they were also friend with the runner, it felt wrong. And part of him wanted to piss off Minho for being such an ass.

“You need to tell him how you feel Tom” Teresa told him again. “You’re destroying your friendship by keeping this to yourself.”

“I’ll ruin it anyway if I tell him.”

“You don’t know that.”

Thomas sighed. He really didn’t know what to do. His friendship with Minho was the most important thing for him. He couldn’t imagine a world without the other man in it. Telling his friend he wanted more… it could go so wrong. He didn’t know if he could do it.

“But anyway, you have to go back to your room” Teresa continued. “You have an exam tomorrow and it’s not on my floor that you’re going to have a good night’s sleep.”

“I could sleep with you” he proposed, even if he already knew the answer.

“Yeah, no chance.” Teresa sighed “I’m serious Tom, at least go sleep in your bed tonight and if the situation with Minho doesn’t get better I guess I’ll make you some place.”

“Ok” he accepted, defeated.

He reluctantly started packing his stuff, trying to prepare mentally to see Minho again. What was he going to say? What he going to ignore him? Thomas didn’t think he would survive a silent treatment from his best friend. Were they still even friend?

Once he was ready to leave, Teresa came to hug him.

“It’s gonna be fine Tom” she reassured him. “I’m sure of it. Now go, it’s getting late.”

Thomas gave her a small smile before leaving.

On his way back, his stress was just going up every second. His heart was aching to see Minho again, but at the same time he dreaded it. Sooner that he would have liked, he was in front of his room door. Sighing, he unlooked it, getting ready for what was about to come.

The moment he entered, he felt two eyes staring at him.

“Where were you?” Minho asked. His tone sounded annoyed. Maybe there was also a bit of concern into it.

But Thomas kept his lips shut, now knowing what to respond. He was in fact too shock to see the state his friend was in. Minho’s perfect hair was all messed up, he wore a baggy shirt – which never happened, he liked showing off his body too much – and his eyes were all red and puffy and even dark circles were showing up under them.

Well, Thomas couldn’t judge, his own appearance wasn’t really better.

“Teresa” The Asian answered for him. “I should have guess.”

Surprisingly, his tone wasn’t harsh or even accusing, as the brunet had expected. It sounded defeated. And sad. Thomas’s heart ached even more.

“Min..”

“No.”

The raven-haired man turned away and started getting ready to sleep, ignoring his friend still standing in the door frame.

Silent treatment it is.

Thomas sighed softly. It was late anyway, he didn’t have the energy to try convincing stubborn king Minho to talk to him. Maybe tomorrow.

He quickly prepared himself to go to bed, trying not to think too much of the other man already deep into his blankets. He was sure he was going to cry, again, if he did.

He still cried himself to sleep that night.

He woke up few hours later, because of another nightmare. He often had them, even if the last one was a month ago. He sat up in bed, trying to calm his breathing while fighting the images that were still invading his mind. It had been a particularly horrible one.

“Your dad again?”

Thomas jumped at the sudden voice. He turned to see Minho looking at him, sleepiness still visible on his face.

Of course. Ever since they started sharing a room together, the Asian developed this strange sixth sense which allowed him to wake up every time the brunet had a nightmare.

“Yeah, my dad…”

It wasn’t actually weird really, that Minho had this weird super power. He had been there when he and Thomas went to the police station to file a complaint against Janson Murphy, the boy’s father, back in High School. Janson was this abusive man who was always drunk and who took his anger on his only son, beating him almost every night. His mom could only watch in horror.

Minho had noticed the bruises on his best friend’s body. He convinced him to go seek help. He gave Thomas courage to stand up against his father. He had been there during the trial. He had been there when Janson was sent to prison. He had been there when the boy needed someone to rely on.

And he has always been there every night Thomas woke up because of yet another nightmare. And as Minho looked at him with concern eyes, he was reminded once again of the importance of his best friend in his life.

Said best friend who was getting out of his bed to slip into Thomas’s.

“What are you doing?”

“We both know you won’t be able to go back to sleep if I’m not there” the young man explained. Of course Thomas knew it. Whenever he had a nightmare, Minho would always sleep with him until morning. The buff arms and muscled chest were just that comforting. Furthermore, the other’s presence was something he craved in those moments, as if it was his younger self who once again need his best friend to help him against his dad.

“And you have an exam tomorrow, you need sleep” Minho added.

He remembered.

Why was Minho so considerate? Why was he so attentive? It was overwhelming.

As Thomas was drowning in different emotions, the other boy pulled him so his chest, laying him back down. The brunet began sobbing softly his best friend’s arms.

“I’m sorry” the Korean said. “I acted like an asshole.”

Thomas stayed silent, but nuzzled deeper into the warm body.

“I-I…”

Minho was nervous? Minho was never nervous. This was weird.

“I-I’m… I’m jealous” he admitted. At that, Thomas lifted his head and looked at his friend in shock.

“What?”

“I know, I… if you’re happy with Teresa, I guess I should be happy for you, but I can’t help feeling jealous…”

“Wait what? I’m not with Teresa, she’s just a friend” Thomas defended, surprised by Minho’s comment.

“What?” It was now also surprised. “But you’re spending more time with her then me now.”

“It’s because…” Should he say it? But then, something clicked. “Wait, you were jealous… because… you want to… be with me?”

“Yeah shank, I’m in love with you” Minho replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “All the flirting I did throughout all those years really went over your head?”

Oh. So all those compliments, all this touching, this closeness they had… Everything made sense now.

Happiness started spreading in his body and before he could stop himself, Thomas kissed his best friend. He immediately felt butterflies flying in his stomach and went to grab the raven hair, pressing the other man closer to him, already wanting more.

Minho quickly responded, capturing the brunet’s bottom lips between his own before diving into the kiss more, completely loosing himself into it. He had his arms wrapped tightly around Thomas and honestly? This was just the best feeling in the world, having the boy he loved all for himself. He could have stayed like this forever.

They deepened the kiss even more, moaning into it as their tongues danced with each other. They had wanted to do that for so long and now? They just never wanted to stop.

Breath was however becoming short and they had to separate their lips. Thomas had the happiest smile on his face and a tear was shining in the corner of his eye.

“I’m in love with you too’ he whispered, afraid of ruining the atmosphere they were in if he spoke to loud. “I realized it few months ago.”

“Only few months ago?” Minho replied softly, smirking, resulting in Thomas lightly slapping on the chest. “I’m joking. But is it why you’ve been acting weird?”

“Yeah, I just… didn’t know how to act around you anymore” the brunet explained, avoiding the Asian’s gaze in slight embarrassment. “I went to Teresa to talk about how I feel about you…”

“We’re really dumb shanks” Minho laughed.

“Yeah, we are.”

Thomas chuckled before he went to kiss his best friend again, but was stop before he could put their lips together by a finger on his mouth.

“As much as I would love spending the night making out with you, you need rest. We’ll have plenty of time of time after your exam tomorrow to do that.”

The brunet pouted, but he knew his friend was right.

“And I’m gonna take you on a date. How does that sound?”

“It sounds amazing” he smiled before snuggling in Minho’s warm chest, making himself comfortable. He soon felt asleep, Minho’s heartbeats as a soft melody.

He was woke up few hours later by light kisses on his noses, given by his boyfriend.

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I'm actualy pretty with this one, I think it's my favorite one yet.

Hope you enjoyed it!

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[oohfluffy]

TIHM Ch.6 | BBH

Group: EXO

Member: Byun Baekhyun

Theme: Angst | Fluff | Rated M | University!AU | Football!AU

Word Count: 1,751

chapter 6

When your breathing evened, Baekhyun slowly opened his eyes as his fingers halted in rubbing your arm. You fell asleep within 5 minutes. He would've drifted to dreamland as well if not for the realization that you're actually with him, and you shouldn't stay here in the cold.

Especially evil people are lurking within the party lights.

"Hey, Saejin-ah?" He carefully called your name, lightly tapping your arm in attempt to wake you up. You stirred in his arms, groaning at the annoying wake up call on your side. "Let's get you home, hm?"

"...here." You mumbled as you buried your face on the crook of his neck more, the warmth of his skin lulling you to sleep. This has to be one of the most comfortable places to be sleeping on.

"Hmm?" Baekhyun's voice turned much lower and gentler as he watch you looking like a baby in her mother's arms. He fondly fixed the strands of hair falling on your face, fingers caressing your cheek in the process. "We can't stay here for long. It's too cold, and those people are still here."

He paused for a while, trying to see if you would respond. When a minute has passed and you didn't, he chuckled as he pressed your body closer to his. Welp, he can't help it if you don't want to go.

You can wake her up continuously though! You just want to stay like this—

"SAEJIN-AH!"

Baekhyun broke out of his thoughts when a worried voice rang through the air. A wavy and dark-haired girl ran towards you, her face scrunching in relief when she saw you safe and sound. She was immediately in front of you, checking your face and body for scratches or wounds, and sighed when she saw none. Baekhyun was totally surprised when she didn't even glance at him.

"Those fucking bitches really want me to kill them!" He flinched as the girl suddenly shouted, not caring if he was there—does she even know he was there? When her eyes drifted down to him, they slowly widened as he smiled. She finally saw him.

"HOLY—"

"Shh." Baekhyun shushed her as he glanced down at your sleeping figure. Jiwon immediately shut her loud mouth, lips trembling as she kept her scream in. "Are you done partying?" He quietly said to Jiwon, recognizing her as your only close friend.

Jiwon gulped before speaking in a soft voice. "Yes. I was just searching for Saejin when I heard she's here with the bitch—Irene's squad."

"She went with them?"

"Yes. I wasn't surprised when I heard that since she's been hanging with them for a while, but she never went to parties with them. So, this is new." Jiwon looked at you, eyes dimming with something Baekhyun cannot comprehend. "I knew those girls won't do any good to her, but still, she kept being friends with them."

Baekhyun's eyes rested on your parted plump lips, his system went wild as you breathed in and out on his neck. Jiwon just noticed that the two of you were in some cute position, like lovers in a rendezvous at night when the wind was cold and the moon shone in the darkness.

She cannot wait to tease you after this.

"What did they do?" His eyebrows furrowed as he remembered the dj mentioning your name earlier. Was it that time?

"I didn't get to see what happened, but I heard the others talking about the shots game being started by Saejin." Jiwon sighed as she looked at you. "She doesn't drink, so that alarmed me already. I knew those girls forced her to do that."

As Jiwon continued to narrate what those girls and the crowd had done to you, Baekhyun's eyes quickly went sharp and filled with irritation. He pursed his lips as his arms wrapped around you more.

"I'll take you guys home." Baekhyun didn't ask, he straight out said as he gently slipped his hands on your back with the other under your knees. Jiwon almost squealed at the sight as he easily took you in his arms. Just like a prince carrying his princess.

She almost forgot that Byun Baekhyun is a fucking playboy.

Realizing this, Jiwon's smile turned into a frown. Her eyes glinting in annoyance.

"We can handle ourselves, Baekhyun." Her voice suddenly went stern, turning a 360° change in Baekhyun's hearing. "The night's still young, and I know you don't want to miss anything—"

"My car's just at the back of this garden. It's too crowded in front of the mansion." Baekhyun ignored what she said and started walking deeper into the garden. Jiwon didn't have a chance to argue as she watched his back on her. "You staying here?"

"No! I'll go!" She exclaimed as she quickly followed him.

You were still in deep sleep as Baekhyun arrived in front of his black Mustang, Jiwon gasped as her eyes feasted on their ride.

"Can you open the door?" She snapped out of her fantasy when Baekhyun called. She quickly opened the passenger seat, and let him carefully place your sleeping figure inside.

"Get in the back. We'll go now."

The ride was silent, only Jiwon's instructions to your apartment were heard. Baekhyun kept on glancing at you, with his hand grasping on top of the steering wheel. Your best friend couldn't help but to clear her throat as she watched him almost bumping on to the motorcycle in front.

"It's quite near the campus, huh?" Baekhyun broke the ice as he slowed down on the side, in front of the building Jiwon pointed earlier. Jiwon just hummed as she opened the door. Baekhyun quickly went out and opened the passenger seat door.

"I can handle from here." Jiwon was fast enough to get to you before him, her hand slipping behind you. You groaned as your eyes slightly opened. "We're home, Jin-ah. Stand up."

Recognizing your best friend's voice, you complied. Jiwon guided you out of the car with her arms on your shoulders. Baekhyun just watched as you mumbled under your breath, making him chuckle.

"Thank you for taking us home, Baekhyun." Jiwon said before waving at him with a smile. "Enjoy the rest of the night!"

Baekhyun just nodded as he closed the door, eyes watching your back until you were inside the building. He sighed while walking back to the driver's side. He remembered how sad your eyes were when you talked to him.

He doesn't feel like having fun now.

"Those people need to be taught a lesson though." Baekhyun muttered irritatedly as he drove off. He unconsciously gripped on the wheel harder, his eyes dimming with annoyance. They made you break down like that.

Maybe, he can have fun in a different way.

—

"Urgh."

Your forehead creased as your eyes squinted open, hands sliding up to your head as it felt like it was being smashed on by tons of bricks. With half-opened eyes, you glanced at the windows and saw that it was almost morning. The dark blue sky was slowly getting lighter, the bright stars slowly being unseen.

"The same old Saejin." You mumbled with a wince as you recall what happened last night. You were deceived once again, taking the bait with tears in your eyes. "How come you never change?"

"Jin-ah?"

You tried sitting up without whimpering at the pain in your head as you heard Jiwon knocking on your door. You groaned as you failed, leaning back on the headboard. The door opened as Jiwon's head peeked behind it.

"You awake?"

"Yeah, but my head's about to burst. Get me some ibuprofen and water, please?" You said with a weak smile, glancing her way. She nodded before running out again. You let out a deep breath as you closed your eyes again.

"I feel so tired facing them...I'm so tired fighting."

"We'll face them together then."

Your eyes shut open, mouth gaping at the sudden memory from last night. Your hands fell on your sides as your mind worked back to the happenings. You looked down at your palms.

You scooted closer to him as you felt comfort in his warm embrace. 

Your cheeks flared as you can still feel the warmth of his hug. You hugged him back, didn't you?

"I couldn't have done that to Byun Baekhyun, right?" You mumbled to yourself as you clicked your tongue. "You did, dumbass." You slapped your hand on your forehead, which you quickly regretted as you head pulsed hard. You groaned.

"It's not everyday that I see the prim and proper Saejin slapping herself while having a hangover."

You looked up at the grinning Jiwon beside your bed with a glass in her hand and a capsule on the other. She gave you the two things that will probably lessen your headache, you smiled gratefully.

"So, I bet you remembered what happened last night?" She slowly said as she sat next to you, her eyes observing your reaction. You gulped down everything first before looking back at her. "Why'd you go with them?"

"They said you'd be there, and you wanted me to be there." You explained, eyes on her. When she sadly smiled, you looked away. "I knew you probably didn't, but I still went."

"I wouldn't have wanted you to be around those people, Saejin."

"I know. I'm just too stupid to even hope I could at least try to go back to—"

"Stop going back there." Jiwon's usual cheerful voice was not present, instead, she spoke in a hard and stern one. "If they want to keep their ears closed, let them. If they don't want to believe in you until this world ends, let them. Fuck what they think!"

You flinched at her words, but you felt your heart being held onto gently. It comforted you so much even though you know she's probably the only one who's on your side.

How come just because of one incident, my life will change forever?

"I cooked breakfast." Jiwon said as she stood up, eyebrows furrowing. "It's better to eat on the counter than here." She mumbled before turning her back to you.

She must be upset. She's been reminding me every time, no wonder she's getting tired of it.

You nodded as you looked at the empty glass in your hands.

"Yong Sun-ah, what curse had you brought to me?"

If only you didn't follow what she said, all of this wouldn't have happened.

It wasn't me.

—

♫ Ch.7

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[allylotti]

SIPPING JUICE — CHAPTER ONE

warnings: this story includes mature content such as substances, sex, suicide, and more that might not be suitable for people of the ages 16 and under.

( chapter one, 2253 words ! )

I TURNED AROUND AND THERE HE WAS... the boy that was always there for me and me for him. I smiled at him, running into his arms. I held him tightly, like I would never see him again. I sighed, letting free from my grasp

"I missed you so much Jarad-" I started to tear up a bit.

It had been almost three months since I had seen him, because for the first summer ever my dad decided that it was a good idea that I went with him for the summer. My mother agreed with him saying that it was good for me to spend time with my father. I begged her to not make me go, but she denied my request, so instead of using three months of my time being with my friend, they went to waste on my excuse of a father.

"Hey, look at me y/n, it's okay, I'm here." He smiled softly cupping my cheeks. "now don't cry ma' let's get you home, we can make up for lost time later." I nodded softly at what he said. He took my hand into his as we walked down the streets of Chicago that we called home. We walked in a comfortable silence the whole way to his place.

He smiled at me, flashing a pair of bronze keys at me.

I laughed a bit, "Huh, so your mommy finally thought you were grown enough for your own pair?" I teased him, he just rolled his eyes in response.

"Actually y/n, I made the copy myself from the spare so, ha, no my mother didn't give them to me" he remarked.

"Aww he's such a grown up!" I pouted. "I want baby Jarad back, have you seen him? You know the one with the baby face, and short, non dyed dreads?" I crossed my arms in a joking manner.

"Y/n, you act like a child-" he said, opening the door.

"It's because I want yours!" He looked at me seriously, and I said "I'm joking!"

As I walked into the small apartment, I noticed that there was something different, I don't know if it was a vibe or something physical that had changed, it didn't feel right with me.

"Jarad, did you guys change anything in here since I left?" He shook his head as a response. I assumed they just had a friend over or something and shook off the feeling that I had gotten, somewhat like an evil presence had been here.

"You still playing GTA Jarad?" I asked sitting down on his couch. "Uh yeah... I had to choose who the fuck I wanted to kill, Franklin, Michael, or Trevor."

"Please tell me you picked Trevor-" I said whilst picking up a controller for the PlayStation.

"Funny thing is I did" he laughed.

"How'd you kill him?"

"Fire"

"Oof- that shit must have sucked to die in" I laughed.

"Yeah, right. Well I'll be back, I'm going to take a shower" after that he walked upstairs, leaving me alone downstairs.

( a few minutes later ! )

There was a loud knock on the door, just as I had gotten shot in the head,

"Son of a bitch!" I grunted.

I walked towards the door opening it, revealing a short girl with dark hair and pink highlights. I felt that same vibe as I did earlier but I ignored it. A little annoying by her presence I asked

"What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?" She replied with my question.

"Um... I'm Jarad's best friend, y/n, who are you?" She looked at me in disgust as those five first words came out of my mouth.

"Oh, I'm Alexia, Alexia Smith, nice to meet you y/n" she smiled fakely, I feeling petty today returned it.

"Is there anything I can get you, Alexia?" I questioned.

"Uh yeah, is Jarad home?" She asked looking down at her shoes.

"Um, no I'm sorry he isn't here right now, I'll let him know that you wanted him, bye, bye" I said shutting the door on her face. I sighed, pressing my back against the door, allowing myself to fall to the ground.

"Who was that?" I heard a voice in front of me asked.

Annoyed that he didn't tell me he had a new girlfriend I said "who is Alexia Smith?"

"Oh, I see, you've met her, Alexia is a friend I met at the park."

"Just a friend?" I cocked an eyebrow.

"Promise Y/n, I'd never lie to you"

"Okay, but I want you to sing for me, and in exchange I'll make you and ma' dinner, deal?"

He scratched his neck and looked down as if he were putting much into my question.

"Okay, Deal" he smiled.

"Oh, and you'll have to sing for me" I giggled. He smiled and tackled me onto the couch, we burst out in laughter.

"Oh god I've missed this" I smiled sadly, he sighed "me too, damn, it's only been three months without each other and it feel like it was an eternity, if we ever get like- supper mad at eachother and shit, and we like won't say sorry because of our pride- I don't know how I would do it, y/n, being without you is- worse than I thought" he chuckled.

"We won't- friends forever, remember? Always and forever" I sat up and kissed him on the cheek.

"Now you have to sing for meee!" I yelled.

"Okay, well so- I haven't told you this but...I've been working on some songs-"

"-And you didn't call me- nuh uh baby, show me them songs" I interrupted him.

"...sorry?" He asked in a way. I gave him a straight face and shook my head.

"Here look, I typed up the lyrics in my phone, but I don't know what to call it! I wanna do Autograph but I also want to do On my line" he pouted handing me the phone.

"Let me see, do you have this recorded Jare?" I asked, reading the lyrics.

He nodded in response, "I love it, and you know what you can call it, Autograph (On my line) it fits," I smiled, "now, the best part... sing it for me, please!"

"Fine" he cleared his throat, getting ready to sing for me.

"I hope I'm the only girl you sing to" I joked.

"You know I wouldn't do that shit with any other girl" he laughed.

"Why you mad,Why you mad, Why you mad, Why you mad?

That's all I wanna know! You're lookin' like a joke, try humour at the most. Steady chokin' on your shade like a dick in your throat,

Well if you're gonna throw shade my way, Maybe you should throw with a little more aim. It's a cold day in hell, when they dirty up your name.

They don't got no business talkin' in the first place i'm freezin'.

All these fuck bitches on my line, Damn bitch you must wanna die tonight

Yeah I rock a choker with a .45 and I know some bitches that are down to ride.

All these hatin bitches on my line, Damn bitch you must wanna fuck tonight!

Let me guess, you're my biggest fan right?"

I was surprised at how much he had improved in the last three months, he was always good but now he would just be top on the charts if he put his music on YouTube and whatnot.

"You wanted an autograph all you had to do was ask, woah

But you lookin like an asshole, Up on twitter and you lookin mad woke, talkin bout me! But you lookin bad woah, Like the ugly daughter that I never had woah, and what's up with these lames, Got my name in they mouth like they swallowin my Children, I never got why bitches hate, its probably Cuz im doin better than em anyway, Its probably cuz i get they bitches wetter anyway, it's Probably cuz im livin and they're in a lower place, They walkin in the slums while im vibin outter space.

Crash land just to take they girl on a dinner. Date, when haters see me winnin they just hyperventilate. They always try to stop me but i never hesitate,

Just follow all your dreams and when you reach them, Celebrate, that's the only way to truly make a hater suffocate.

All these fuck bitches on my line, Damn bitch you must wanna die tonight

Yeah I rock a choker with a .45 and I know some bitches that are down to ride

All these hatin bitches on my line, Damn bitch you must wanna fuck tonight

Let me guess, you're my biggest fan right? You wanted an autograph all you had to do was ask woah

Why you mad that's all I wanna know, Your lookin like a joke try humor at the most

Steady chokin on your shade like a dick in your Throat, well if you're gonna throw shade my way.

Maybe you should throw with a little more aim, It's a cold day in hell when they dirty up your name. They don't got no business talkin in the first Place i'm freezin, but these haters not breathin.

Stevie wonder to these haters no seein, And I don't believe it they hate me hate me for no reason. All these fuck bitches on my line,

Damn bitch you must wanna die tonight

Yeah I rock a choker with a .45 and i know some bitches that are down to ride.

All these hatin bitches on my line, Damn bitch you must wanna fuck tonight

Let me guess, you're my biggest fan right? You wanted an autograph all you had to do was ask woah." He finished, I started clapping.

"You, Jarad Anthony Higgins, are talented. No cap" I hugged him.

"Thank you" he smiled into the hug. "Now what's for dinner" he smirked.

"rice and beans, I'm kidding! My mom has some pasta at her house last time I checked, do you have oil or butter?"

"Yess"

"Okay, and no cheese, see after three months I couldn't forget your hate for cheese" I smiled.

Me and Jarad lived right across the street from each other. I walked out the door crossing the street, and walked in my "home", my mom was never home, she was too busy whoring around her body, when many people had offered her jobs, easy ones too! Even if they paid good money she would say no. The only time I would see her is if she had a guy over! And they wouldn't even be dressed, I basically lived with Jarad ever since my mom was fired for sleeping with her manager at her last job. When she would ground me from going to Jarads I would sneak out late at night through my window, and crawl in his. That was when I was twelve. That's why Jarad's mom is more of a mom to me than my own, she's always cared for me.

I took a deep breath in, smelling the air around me, "home sweet home" I mumbled sarcastically. Per usual it smelled like alcohol, weed, and sex. I rolled my eyes, seeing that she hadn't changed her habits. Walking into the kitchen, I opened the cabinet, finding the pasta just where I left it, I smiled to myself grabbing it and walking out. Shutting the door behind me.

I walked into Jarad's home, placing the pasta on the counter. I started to hum a song.

As I washed my hands Jarad came back into the room, I smiled. "I brought pasta" I sang,

"And you're humming Tupac, again" he sang back. I laughed "I'm always humming older songs" he laughed walking into the kitchen, next to me. He washed his hands and took out his phone playing the song I was humming. I laughed "you really did that didn't you?" I rhetorically asked while 'Picture me rolling' played in the background. He took out the pot and I put in the water, letting the pasta boil on the stove.

"Full grown, finally a man. Just scheming' on ways to put some green inside the palms" we both sang along. He wrapped his arms around my waist moving to the rhythm of the beat. I kissed his cheek, and smiled, "pastas ready" and as if on cue Mrs.Higgins walked through the door- she looked stressed. I smiled softly at her as she looked relieved seeing that dinner was already made.

"Y/n" she sighed "you're back!" She smiled brightly.

"You really thought I was going to leave yall, never"

When we ate dinner we caught up for the most part. Nothing too exciting happened in the last three months, but for some reason I couldn't help but think of that girl that stopped by. Jarad in a way seemed different, like he was hurt. It might have just been me, I've felt weird since I had left for the summer, getting these random feelings in my gut.

For the first time in three I slept in peace, knowing I was home. I was finally okay again.

#juice wrld #xxxtentacion #x reader #jarad anthony higgins

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So, I’ve been cleaning up my fics (OMG I have so many!!!) and came across an Mpreg fic I wrote for Yooran that I completley forgot about! @booyakasha516 introduced me to the genre and I must say, I’ve been intrigued. A pregnant Yoosung! How adorable! Not sure I posted it before, at least I can’t seem to find it LOL

YOORAN FOREVER IN EVERY AU EVER THOUGHT OF AND NOT THOUGHT OF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yoosung pushed the cart down the grocery store aisle. His belly was considerably more noticeable now and it hit the bar. His arms were almost completely straight as he pushed. It was extremely annoying. While he was over the moon to be having Saeran’s baby, it sure did get in the way, making simple things more difficult. He stopped and reached up to get a jar of pickles, the German kind he had begun to crave, that for some reason, was stocked on the top shelf. He stood on tiptoes and reached as high as he could, his belly making it painful to stretch too far.

His belly bumped into the shelf and a jar of olives fell, crashing to the floor, exploding, splashing his shoes, sending olives spilling everywhere.

Yoosung stared at the mess at his feet, tears springing to his eyes. He felt as if he was glued to the spot, unable to move. His entire face was aflame with embarrassment and humiliation. The few shoppers in the same aisle stared at him, one woman curling her lip in distaste and walking away quickly. He wrapped his arms around his growing belly and wept, unable to stop himself. He hated feeling like this, like his emotions had been hijacked. He wished Saeran was with him. He closed his eyes, willing himself home. He knew he was being ridiculous, that he needed to move, find an employee to clean this up, and just leave! He might never return to this store.

He felt a hand lightly on his shoulder and turned, looking through the bangs of his hair, having forgotten his barrettes. He cringed reflexively, thinking that woman had come back to berate him. However, this was a different woman, in her cart sat a baby boy who must have been at least a year old. He giggled at Yoosung, holding out his sticky fingers. The woman was as tall as Yoosung, her brown hair in a messy bun, her blue eyes kind and soft. She smiled at him.

“It’s ok hon, you’re fine. Don’t worry about it, this happens all the time I’m sure.” Her tone was low and steady. “I once knocked over a display of cereal in my seventh month.” She laughed. Yoosung tucked his growing bangs behind his ear and smiled sadly.

“Here.” She said, rummaging in her diaper bag and bringing out a spit rag, handing it to Yoosung. He took it gratefully and began to wipe his face.

“Thank you.” he squeaked. She led him out of the circle of olives, holding on to his hand to steady him as he walked through the juice.

Yoosung grabbed his cart and steered it from the mess. An employee was walking towards them with a wet floor sign, a mop, and a bucket.

“Hi Yoosung.”

“Hi Norman, I…I’m sorry.”

“No worries.” He smiled.

“Are you alright now hon?” the lady asked. Yoosung nodded, still not fine, but not wanting to bother the woman anymore.

The baby grabbed onto his sleeve and pulled, trying to get the fabric in his mouth.

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry.” His mom said, prying the sleeve out of his grubby fingers. “This is what you have to look forward to.” She smiled, but with genuine love in her eyes as she glanced at her son.  Yoosung’s heart soared at the thought of having his own.

“It’s ok. Thank you for this, and, for being so kind.” He whispered. He tried to give the rag back to her.

“Keep it! And, don’t worry about people like that woman! I admire what you’re doing. I’ve seen you in here with your husband before.” She smiled and blushed. “He is very attentive, you’re very lucky.” She squeezed his arm, and walked away. Yoosung took his cart and quickly walked to the next aisle, away from his mess. He was a complete mess himself.

He was always so tired, but couldn’t sleep at night. Saeran was indeed quite attentive, he was so happy about their baby and never complained when Yoosung had a sudden craving he had to go get, or when his mood swings sent him from inconsolable mess, to wanton sex god. Yoosung felt bad when he got angry at Saeran, screaming at him for no reason. Saeran bore it well, his lips sometimes thinning out, but he never raised his voice at Yoosung. He could feel his eyes beginning to tear up again. Damn it!

That same woman who had looked at him with disdain was staring at him again. Not even attempting to act as if she was not. Yoosung’s heart beat in his chest again, this time in anger. What the hell was her problem? Hadn’t she ever seen a pregnant man before?

“What are you looking at?” he practically screamed at her.

She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes. “Blasphemy!” she spit at him. “A degradation of God’s laws! You should be ashamed of yourself! You and your…partner…” she practically choked on the last word.

“How dare you judge me! You don’t know anything about me.” Yoosung shot back, but he was losing his anger, sliding back into despair and humiliation. He clamped his hands on his belly, trying to protect his child, his and Saeran’s child, from the woman’s venom.

What kind of world was he bringing his child into? How would they be treated having two fathers? He knew that there were so many people like the mother and child who made him feel better. But there were also many more people like this woman, who would take every opportunity to be hateful. Out of their own prejudices, or using religion as an excuse.

Had he and Saeran done the right thing? He looked down at his squishy shoes and another tear fell on the soggy mess.

“Hmph.” The woman sounded triumphant. “You are nothing but a freak, and you know it.” her voice dripping with bile. “You are a disgusting human being…”

“The only disgusting thing here is you.” A voice broke in, strong and challenging. Yoosung snapped his head up, his body tingling at the sight of Saeran standing behind the woman, his mint eyes flaring with rage, fists at his side, trembling. His fiery red hair curling in every direction and bathed in the florescent lights like a god.

The woman jerked and hit the shelves, surprised. Her eyes widened in fear as Saeran bore down on her, his jaw clenched.

He loomed over her, Yoosung could tell he was trying desperately not to hit her.  

The woman dropped the box she had been holding, pushing Saeran aside and running out of the store. Saeran’s laugh followed her.

“Coward!” he yelled. Other customers snickered at the fleeing woman, one even giving Saeran a thumbs up.

Yoosung ran to Saeran and hugged him fiercely, his tears falling again.

“Are you ok?” he asked, lifting Yoosung’s chin and grazing his lips softly.

Yoosung nodded.

“Don’t listen to that bitch. You’re perfect! And beautiful!” he smiled and kissed his wet lips, tasting the salt from his tears.

“What are you doing here?” Yoosung asked.

“Norman called me, told me what happened. He said you might need me, and I ran all the way here. I’ll always be there for you Yoosung. Why didn’t you call me?” Yoosung dropped his eyes.

“I was embarrassed. I just wanted the floor to swallow me whole.” Saeran’s chest rumbled with his laugh.

“I’m glad it didn’t. I’d miss you terribly.” He placed his hand on Yoosung’s belly. “And this little one too.” Saeran’s hand on his belly steadied him. His doubts vanished in an instant and his heart filled with love. This was all they needed. Their child would be loved unconditionally.

“Let’s just go out to eat. Ok? I’m starving!” Saeran said.

“My shoes are soaked, and smell of olives.” Yoosung wrinkled his nose, shifting his weight.

Saeran laughed, “How did you break that jar anyway?” he asked.

Yoosung lowered his head again, “I was trying to reach the pickles, and my belly knocked it off.” he whispered, embarrassed yet again.

Saeran embraced him, holding him close, ruffling his hair, trying not to laugh. “Oh, here.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out Yoosung’s hairclips. He brushed his bangs back and clipped them on. “There! Much better.” He said, lingering his gaze on Yoosung’s lavender eyes.

“Should we go?” he asked.

“Can you get my pickles first?” Yoosung asked, his eyes glittering with anticipation. This time Saeran did laugh. He put his arm around Yoosung and they went to the next aisle to grab the pickles.

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