#'she starts freezing up' 'she tells me she's cross(? couldnt hear well) and just wants to go to bed' 'i keep kissing her neck'.
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tbh. i don't think false reports are as big of a problem as some people would want you to think. it seems like every man seems to know someone who was falsely accused, while every woman knows someone who was assaulted. and i don't think that's because false reports are an actual big problem. i think it's because rapists and abusers don't go around saying "yeah i did that." they're not gonna proudly claim the label. they're gonna say they were falsely accused. they're gonna say the victim was blowing it out of proportion. that it was fine for some arbitrary reason. that they were in a bad mental state. that they didn't mean to hurt the victim. that they had no way of knowing what they did was wrong. that it wasn't rape, the victim just regretted it after the fact. that they just lost control of their feelings. whatever. and their friends are going to believe them, because why wouldn't they? that's their friend, he's a great guy, and only truly evil people (not even people, monsters) can be rapists.
i think if people really understood how incredibly complicated & difficult & humiliating & frustrating reporting is. whether at a school level, at work, or to the police. how much time it takes. let alone the way every person you retell the story to is scrutinizing every word that comes out of your mouth and every slight change in your expression. how people don't look at you the same when you tell them. even if someone doesn't ever report and only tells their story to friends or on social media or whatever. they still will experience the social consequences of that. and those can be devastating. and i think if people understood that they would be less likely to believe the "false reports" narrative.
not to say that false reports never happen. i'm sure they do. but i don't think they're nearly as common as some people, especially men, will claim they are.
and if you ask me, i think a lot of the people echoing that idea believe it wholeheartedly, and i think some of those people are rapists and abusers. and they can't look at what they did and call it what it is. because they thought it was okay (they ignored clear signs of discomfort), because they were in a bad mental space (they just wanted to feel close to someone), because the victim was wearing a short skirt (they were asking for it), because they just got caught up in their feelings (which they see as more important than the victim's), it's not like they had a weapon or anything (a vast majority of sexual assaults don't involve a weapon at all), whatever. and so they say "false reports are a real problem." they say "i was a victim of false reporting. it ruined my reputation for a while, until she dropped the case." they say "my friend was falsely accused, he had to switch schools." they say "it's one of the cruelest things you can do to someone, to falsely accuse them of something like that." they say "the sentence for false accusations should be just as bad as the sentence for rape." they say "people are innocent until proven guilty," as though they are the us legal system and not a friend of someone who's been accused of abuse.
it's just... so frustrating that people care more about false allegations than they do about victims. and i wonder how many people with stories about "false allegations" against them are just avoiding looking at the truth.
#text#as i was writing this i went on youtube looked up 'false allegations' and looked at the comment section (first mistake)#for examples of all the victim blamey reasons why something 'wasnt REALLY assault'#and i watched the video while reading the captions. with the sound off. and then i watched it again with the sound on bc#it seemed like something was missing. and something was. the captions were SPECIFCIALLY MISSING a couple of lines:#'she starts freezing up' 'she tells me she's cross(? couldnt hear well) and just wants to go to bed' 'i keep kissing her neck'.#<- THOSE are the lines that weren't subtitled. the story reads much differently when they're included.#rape tw#sa tw#abuse tw#long post
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lovestruck!enhypen x reader
pairing: lovestruck!enhypen x reader
genre: FLUFF fluff Fluff
description: how enhypen would be if they became lovestruck by the reader ☹️☹️ this is such an adorable request!!!! itll vary for each member ur relationships so you’ll either be strangers or already dating etc.
a/n: idk if all of them are lovestruck exactly bc i just got carried away with the fluff for some of them and idky maknae line revolves around sleeping BUT IDC sleepy!enhypen is the best 😁
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HEESEUNG
u worked at a pretty popular clothing store
and well well well heeseung had shown up dressed very much your style so u were like
Wow who is this guy....
he was alone just looking around
and there were like 10 other people in the store but u wanted to talk to him so bad so u went up like
“hi, welcome! are u finding everything okay?”
he was looking through a rack of shirts and turned around when he heard u but WOW
when this man turned around he looked even better in person u couldnt believe it 😫
BUT IT SEEMS HE FELT THE SAME BC U SWEAR HE BECAME SO FLUSTERED WHEN HE TURNED AROUND
his eyes got so wide u almost laughed it was so cute ☹️
he stuttered and was like “oh um im okay”
Aw man
but u said “okay then! let me know if you need any help finding anything or if u wanna use a dressing room!” and u sent him ur nicest smile u could give
his eyes were still kinda wide open and u gave him one last look before turning around😢😢
BUT THEN HE SAID SOMETHING
“w-wait! actually.. um....uh.. do u.. do u guys have sweatpants..?”
u giggled to urself on the inside bc u knew he just made that up on the spot
“we do! here, follow me”
while u were showing him the clothes u guys had exchanged names and had some small talk
and that was the start of something very Beautiful
and since then he has been coming almost everyday to visit u at work 🤗🤗
JAY
jay swore he found new things about u to love every single day
and today wasnt an exception!!!!
u knew jay had been really tired and just worn out from work recently so u had decided to make him his favorite meal for dinner
a nice little surprise for when he got home ❤️
and also the anime he was watching ready on the tv for u two to watch together :(
u had literally been preparing all day and u even decided to go out and buy dessert too
AWESOMEST PERSON EVER U ARE!
it was 8pm already and jay should be getting home now
u set the table all neatly and put on one of his sweaters
AND WOULD U LOOK AT THAT HE GOT HOME AS SOON AS U WERE DONE
Fate 🔥🔥
romantic stuff like this wasnt really ur forte so this was out of the normal for u
but u wanted to do something for jay because he did stuff like this for u alot
the table isnt in view when u walk into the apartment so he wasnt able to see his dinner yet
“hi” you smile brightly and go up to hug him and give him a little kiss
he had his bad slung over one of his shoulders and he was taking his shoes off in the doorway after he closed it
“hey.. it smells pretty good in here” he gave you a tired smile while one of his arms was wrapped around your waist
“really? it smells normal to me” you giggled before walking to the kitchen area together
he stopped and looked at u with LITERAL HEARTS IN HIS EYES when he saw the table
jay: ❤️_❤️
“y/n..”
“surprise!!! you know im not good with words but i wanted to show you that i can cook” you laugh “and that i love you very much and im so proud of you”
jay doesnt say anything but instead drops his bag on the couch and gives u the Biggest Hug Ever
ur face is practically smushed in his chest and his hand is resting lovingly on ur hair :(((
he loves u so much im so sad
JAKE
“layla!!! layla where are you?” jake was yelling quite loudly in the massive park he was in the middle of
yeah jake lost layla.. uh oh
quite a coincidence you found the cutest dog you’d ever laid eyes on
and she seemed to love u very much
the dog had made u topple over and now she was excitedly playing with you while you were sat on the ground laughing to your hearts content
after a minute of playing you had got up because you knew she was somebodys lost dog and her owner was probably looking all over the park for her
“okay.. lets go find your owner before they have a heart attack” you giggle
just as you said that though, you heard a boys voice yell “LAYLA!!!!”
the dog next to you looked in his direction, tail wagging and tongue out, but she didnt move an inch from her spot next to you
it made me you laugh out loud
as you were watching the boy run up to you, you noticed how cute he actually was
Omg..... ur heart started beating a little faster
“hi..” the boy hunched over with his hands on his knees breathing very heavily “you have my dog”
“uh yeah” you laugh “sorry about that, she ran over to me a couple minutes ago and i was just about to go find her owner”
“its okay, thank you..” he trailed off to find out your name and finally looked up to meet your eyes
“y/n” you told him
“y/n” he repeated with a small grin on his face “im jake”
“hi jake” you lightheartedly give him your hand to shake and he chuckles before taking the offer
“and it was nice meeting you layla” you crouch down to meet her level and she licks your face making you fall on your butt
you laugh and jakes quick to help you up
“layla! thats not very nice” he jokingly scolds her and pets her head
after u got up u bid goodbye to the two before jake invited u to continue walking around the park AND HE EVEN BOUGHT U AN ICE CREAM
Is This A Date, Jake? 😫😫❤️❤️❤️❤️😳😛😛
SUNGHOON
“you should be more careful” you scold the boy sitting with you standing between his legs
sunghoon had apparently gotten elbowed in the face by his friend and scratched by his friends cat on accident????
“it wasn’t my fault! he turned around and i just happened to be in the way. and i didnt even do anything to the cat!” he whined
“i didnt say it was your fault. i said to be more careful.” you tried to sound stern
u knew ur logic was making no sense but u just thought it was so fun to mess with him
he let out a sigh and gave up, slouching over again
you were stood between his legs, wiping the blood away and applying ointment
“im just kidding, you’re so cute” one of your free hands comes up to rub his hair
a small grin pops up on his face and his arms come to rest on your waist
he looks up at you while you focus on tending to his wounds
and u guessed it WITH LITERAL HEARTS IN HIS EYES
❤️_❤️
“you know y/n” he begins
you hum in response, letting him know you’re listening
“im gonna marry you one day”
you freeze in your place
it took you a minute to collect yourself because you felt like your heart almost leaped out of your chest
“who says?” you joke
he leans up to give you a quick kiss on the lips before sitting back down
“me.”
SUNOO
you noticed sunoo had been really tired lately and u just wanted to make him feel better :((
the boys were going out and invited you two obviously but you could tell sunoo was iffy about going
“uhh..” you trail off and look over at sunoo who was laying on the couch
“you know what guys? i think me and sunoo are gonna stay home today.. you guys have fun though!” you bid goodbye to the other boys and they all understood and left
you dont even know if sunoo knew they had left already because when you walked over to him his tired eyes were glued on the tv
“hey” you leaned against the couch and looked down at him
“y/n? are we going soon?” his eyes move to the top of his head to look up at you
you start laughing and he literally goes 🤨???
“silly, they already left! so what do you wanna do?” you plop down next to him and he was in the process of sitting up
“what? when did they leave...” his mouth drops open
“like 2 minutes ago” you giggle, leaning back to rest your head
sunoo had sat still, pondering for a moment
“why did they leave us?” he turned to look at you
your eyes met his “well i figured you didnt wanna go... you didnt, right?”
he slowly shakes his head “how did you know?”
you give him a sneaky smile and jokingly push his arm “because i know you so well”
he laughs at this and leans his head on your shoulder
“wow y/n.. im impressed” he grins, snuggling into your arm
your other arm crosses over to pat him on the head, leaning your head to rest on top of his
“but thank you y/n..” his eyes slowly close to rest “im thankful for all the little things you notice about me”
u literally go 🥺
your hand goes down to squeeze his and he falls asleep peacefully on ur shoulder ☹️☹️☹️❤️
JUNGWON
“y/n..what is that” jungwons eyes can barely open as he tries to comprehend whats going on while hes waking up
you haphazardly tap around the bedside table trying to turn off the new alarm you set last night
and that new alarm was jungwon singing 🤗
“its you, dummy” your eyes were still closed but you turned to face jungwon and snuggled closer to him
“wha- where did you even get that???” he was almost fully awake now, staring down at your half asleep figure
you yawned before answering in your i-just-woke-up-and-i-should-probably-drink-some-water voice “remember when you sang me to sleep last week? yeah i was secretly recording you. no biggie” you pat his chest twice and leave your hand there, content with life at the moment Lol
“y/nnnn” he whines “change ittt i dont like it”
“you’re kidding.” you deadpan, shocked he would say such a thing!!! “jungwon you sound like an angel threw up on a field of flowers full of puppies and kittens! okay thats kinda weird maybe not that”
jungwon giggles a little and sits up so he can sit against the headboard while your head rests on his lap
“you like my singing that much?” you can hear the smile in his voice as he asks you
you finally pop one eye open to look up at him, a goofy grin in your face
“i love your singing”
his hands run through your hair and you let out a sigh at the feeling
jungwon doesnt say anything
all he does is admire you
you can feel his eyes on you so you open your eyes again (both this time🙏🏼) and meet his eyes
“i can feel you staring straight into the depths of my soul, jungwon”
he laughs at this, bring his other hand up to pinch your cheek
“i’ll sing for you whenever you want me to y/n”
NI-KI
“shut up sunghoon, hes sleeping” you whisper-scolded the boy
ni-ki was currently asleep on you
literally SPRAWLED all over your body and you were basically mummified
by nishimura riki
his legs were tangled in yours, his head shoved into your neck, and his arms were bent around you in ways you didnt know were humanly possible
“you literally have an alien taking a nap on you y/n” sunghoon deadpans before walking out the room
“when you’re asleep sunghoon i will send you into a spacecraft for the rest of your life so you can go see aliens for yourself”
“wowww im so scared y/n” the boy remarks and shuts the door
you half laugh and half scoff before turning your attention back to the ipad screen sitting on the bed infront of you
well
kind of infront of you because ni-ki’s acrobatic position was basically blocking the view
you were having a decent time watching the show playing, definitely not the most comfortable person on the planet at the moment
until you felt the body on top of you.. rumble?
you knew that feeling
ni-ki was laughing
HOW and WHY the hell was he laughing ?!!?!!?!
“what the hell?” you look down at him and his face is shoved near your shoulder but you caught a glimpse of his big smile
his laughter gets louder and you still dont have answers yet
“why are you laughing???? i thought you were sleeping?????” you try to push him off you but he was persistent in laughing in your shoulder (??)
after a couple minutes of you just letting this happen
ni-ki finally speaks!
“you’re so funny y/n” he finally pulls away from you and wipes his tears
“what are you even talking about... and how long were you awake, you sneaky kid” you poke his chest
he leans down again to hug your waist and start cuddling you again
“10 minutes”
“so you’re telling me i could’ve freed myself from that god awful demon EMBRACE you had me in 10 minutes ago???!!”
ni-ki starts laughing again and looks up at you
“thank you for threatening to send sunghoon to aliens for me y/n” he grins
you laugh, finally understanding what the boy had been going on about
“sunghoon deserved it”
#enhypenwriters#enhypen imagines#enhypen#enhypen scenarios#enhypen reactions#enhypen x reader#enhypen drabbles#enhypen fluff#enhypen fic#enhypen headcanons#jungwon imagines#heeseung imagines#sunghoon imagines#ni ki imagines#sunoo imagines#enhypen timestamps#enhypen imagine
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Prince Iwa-Chan
Oikawa!Sister x Iwaizumi Hajime
a/n: it aggravates me that my mans bara-arms-iwa-chan is so UNDERRATED!!!!
requests open!!
like look mom, im in love
ofc youre an oikawa
tbh, i dont think iwa wouldve been comfortable w you when yall first met
lets say youre a year younger than tooru
its a well-known fact that theyve been friends since they were really young so you, being oiks’ baby sister, was also part of your little trio
like lets say they met when they were 6
that would make you about 5
since yall have an older sister, you were exposed to the girly girl stuff like dolls and princesses
ngl, tooru was too thats why hes so flamboyant
but seems his fashion style refutes that
ya didnt hear that from me
anyways
tooru had already developed a deep fascination w volleyball bc he saw it being played during the 2000 summer olympics
but you remained w your sister and continued letting her treat you like a princess
im not really sure how old his sister is but lets say she was about around middle school when you were 5-6
however, tooru still made you play w him even though you didnt know how but you didnt care bc you were close w your brother so you would play ball w him
then came along iwaizumi hajime that tooru met from school
he found out that this boy also liked volleyball and tooru yeeted them both home so they could go and play at the back yard
you peeked from your window and you just thought iwa was the most handsome boy youve ever met
ofc, you just bolted down the stairs to where your brother and his friend was
oiks saw you standing by the door w a red face and him, being still a child and not understanding crushes, thought you were sick
he went to you and beckoned hajime to follow him inside
tooru sat you down and asked if you were okay but you just kept staring at hajime
he figured that you were just confused as to who this person was
‘oh! iwa-chan! this is my little sister, y/n! y/n, this is my classmate, iwaizumi hajime!’
cue iwa hitting him at the head
‘i can introduce myself perfectly fine, bakakawa!’
iwaizumi hajime,,,
iwaizumi hajimeee,
iwaizumi y/n
that thought made you turn even redder and you squealed in embarrassment before running back to your room
lmao what
if your personality doesnt align w this, i deeply apologize
i just think if you were an oikawa, you would bound to immediately also be drawn to this handsome specimen named iwaizumi hajime
he be getting the oikawas though
iwa was actually concerned but oiks waved it off
‘don’t worry, iwa-chan. shes weird like that. lets go toss the ball!’
so that was kinda how he met you
now, since hajime basically lived in your house by how much him and your brother hung out, youve slowly mellowed out and gotten to be friends w him
despite your hatred w bugs, you still went w them to explore just bc you wanted to be around hajime
lmao tooru youre now irrelevant
hajime didnt mind and he always made sure you were okay with the adventures of the day
even though you were only like a year younger, he cant help but baby you bc of your much smaller height than him and overall cute baby face
one day, they both came home from school all sweaty bc they raced home
‘iwa-chan! you can settle in the living room while i go shower!’
‘don’t call me iwa-chan, bakakawa!’
‘then stop calling me that!’
he sat down on the couch and started doing his homework when he heard you come home from school
lmao how do little japanese kids go back and forth from school to home at the age of 6
idek how to cross the street
‘tadaima’
‘oh, okaeri, y/n’
you perked up at his voice and you ran to the living room, seeing him
‘iwa-chan!’
he grunted and you threw yourself to him in a hug
if your personality doesnt align w this, i deeply apologize
i just think if you were an oikawa, you would bound to immediately also be drawn to this handsome specimen named iwaizumi hajime
part 2
tbh it doesnt even faze him anymore since you do this to him every time
he continues doing homework and just wraps one arm around you and starts patting your head
‘tooru-nii?’
‘shower’
‘okay’
then silence
but its the good kind of silence
you and iwa just sit there with you snuggled up on him while he continues to add numbers
then it was ruined
by the pterodactyl oikawa tooru who comes flying down the stairs and glomps on to iwa’s other side
‘y/n-chan! stop hogging iwa-chan!’
‘he’s mine, tooru-nii!!’
you pout while iwa turns and gives him a glare
‘shut up, bakakawa! and stop calling me that!’
‘aahh!! you were mine first, iwa-chan!’
‘i was never yours! be quiet!’
‘itai, iwa-chan!’
‘he’s mine forever! we’re going to get married so butt out, nii-chan!’
‘HAH?!’
once everything calms down, yall actually start your homework and work
‘anything happen today, y/n-chan?’
oikawa always asked that question bc he believes its his duty as older brother to be caught up in your life
thats actually annoying bruv
‘hmm, me and the girls in my class were playing princess tea party today and a boy asked to be my prince.’
‘WHAT!’
oikawa is 7 now and he faintly has an idea about crushes and his father made him promise that he would protect you from nasty boys
‘calm down, bakakawa’
iwa mumbled, continuing his homework but also paying attention
‘WHAT!? NO! WHATD YOU SAY, Y/N-CHAN! YOUR BROTHER IS THE ONLY PRINCE YOU NEED!’
‘i told him i already have a prince’
oikawa was so smug and crossed his arms
‘hm, serves them right-’
‘prince iwa-chan and i are going to get married and live in a castle so there’s no room for anybody else’
iwa had to double check and turned red really fast
like who was this iwa-chan
wait, what his name?
his name has iwa in it
is he iwa-chan?
y/n’s prince iwa-chan?
was he really iwa-chan?
‘NO! YOUR NII-SAN IS YOUR PRINCE! IWA-CHAN CAN BE YOUR KNIGHT OR SOMETHING! BUT IM YOUR PRINCE!’
you glared at tooru and shook your head
‘no. iwa-chan is my prince’
you were so shamless about this fact
lmao i want your confidence
from then on, youve called iwa as your prince
like his name on your phone is literally prince iwa-chan
then when you were in middle school, you’ve started calling iwa as haji-senpai
there wasnt even a large event that spawned this
well,,, actually,,
youve noticed that iwa hated the nickname ‘iwa-chan’ a lot and he hit tooru many times bc of it so you stopped calling him that bc you didnt want him to be mad at you
so you started calling him senpai bc he was technically an upperclassman
when you first called him this, iwa was lowkey shook
‘haji,,,, senpai?’
you nodded from your spot on the couch, not looking up from your homework
‘see? i can only call iwa-chan, iwa-chan! OOF!’
that was iwa hitting tooru at the face with his pencil case
‘y/n, you dont have to call me that. we’ve known each other since we were little so you dont have to call me by an upperclassman term’
you shrugged
‘i know. but you dont like it when you’re called iwa-chan, do you?’
‘not if it’s by this trash’
he jutted a thumb to the fallen tooru
‘so,,,, iwa-chan is fine?’
your eyes sparkled at the permission of being able to freely call him that without worry
he gulps at your face and turns away to hide his red face before nodding
‘my prince iwa-chan!’
‘no! my iwa-chan!’
‘shut up shittykawa!’
‘itai, iwa-chan!’
keeping up with the oikawas
this nickname will forever be stuck
since you went to the same middle school, you were known to be around your brother and iwa and even staying behind for practice to walk home w them
it became a bit of a joke to the team of you picking up your prince
one day, a teammate called iwa, ‘prince iwa-chan’ and he almost busted a fuse
was ready to square up bc only his babie can call him that
but when you came through the door
‘prince iwa-chan! your princess is here!’
he turned all soft and squishy and pats your head so gently that they couldnt believe this is the same boy who is the ace
you were interested in volleyball so you were kinda friends w the team but you didnt really care for the sport, mainly focusing on your academics
thats how it really was for you three
they focused on sports while you studied
oh my here comes highschool
oikawa and iwa were already known throughout the FREAKING PREFECTURE bc of how TALENTED THEY ARE AT VOLLEYBALL
and you were already known by your pretty face and your cute personality
basically genderbent oikawa
and just wanted to stop you from reading by telling you that you are beautiful and you are a KWEEN and you are a GODDESS and confidence is the most beautiful thing to wear and best of all, it’s free!!
ofc, youd have to go to aoba johsai bc your brother was there
‘y/n-chan! you need to go where your brother is! you love him, don’t you?’
‘sure, tooru’
you actually went to seijoh bc you would see iwa
you didnt hear that from me
your first day, boys (and gals) were already flocking towards you when they saw you walking with iwa and tooru
still being the overprotective brother since day1, oikawa was just snarling at anyone getting close to his baby sister
lmao what baby
hes only like a year older
but iwa was being terrirorial protective bc he finds it as an obligation as tooru’s best friend and your childhood friend
when oiks wasn’t paying attention and being drowned by his fangirls, iwa was your bodyguard
there was this one boy who started walking towards you as yall were going to your class but hajime placed an arm around your waist and pulled you closer
‘oh? i’m only at the first floor, iwa-chan. don’t get all clingy now’
lmao, girl hes trying to show that boy that hes your unofficial mans and will cut off his family jewels if he tries to even BREATHE in your direction
umm,,, iwa’s not yandere in this one yall
iwa just rolls his eyes and makes you walk forward until yall are at your door
‘i’ll see you later, iwa-chan!’
‘yea yea. i’ll pick you up’
he starts to walk down the hallway but you poke your head back out and shout
‘i miss you already, prince iwa-chan!’
he turns red all over and freezes for a 0.0002 seconds before raising a hand without turning around
now ladies and genitals
this is when iwa-chan starts to catch feelings like he catches them spikes
your cute smling face and saying his dumb nickname that he actually loves was like a recipe for a stroke for him
it has come to the point at the mere thought of you would make him all flustered and red
it tripled over when this happened:
puberty was kinda late for you and you actually just woke up looking like a goddess one day and you were like, lmao what
your chest just ballooned up and your height just skyrocketed that your skirt was now very short
ew i dont know what i would do in this situation
you were self-conscious about this and was kinda scared
obvs, you would scream for your mother and she and your father and brother bolts up to your bedroom thinking there was a whole michael meyers in your room
but when you explained that your uniform doesnt fit anymore, she starts making appointments to get you fitted for another one
but you had to wait for a few days
so you went to school looking like a whole snacc
more of a snacc than you did before
when iwa saw you, he had a literal nosebleed in the middle of campus and runs to the bathroom to get all cleaned up
why in the name of asahi do you look like that?!
when you saw your prince look at you in horror and run away, you cried
you were already very self-conscious and him doing that just topped the cake
cake that tooru doesnt have
oop imsorry
tooru reassures you that he had a nosebleed and he was just sick and ran to not get any blood on his clothes
but you just walked away with your head down low
it didnt matter to you if this caught all the student body’s attention
that their precious oikawa y/n, little sister of the oikawa tooru, was a walking perfection goddess Venus
all that you cared about was iwa’s opinions bc he was your prince and your best friend
girl, accept that you actually like the mans
this was the worst day of your entire life and you went straight to your locker to get your gym clothes out and wear it for the day
it was tight but at least it covered skin
and it still attracted enough attention to be catcalled and whistled at
it felt violating
the entire morning, there was more attention and more people flocked over to you and guys were staring at you as if you were a piece of meat, not a girl
‘harry potter is a boy! not a piece of meat!’
sorry i cant help it
you were so uncomfortable that you called your brother during lunch time to come pick you up for lunch bc you were too scared to walk alone after being catcalled during your walk to your class
tooru sends out iwa to go help you as an apology from this morning and he just runs to your class bc you were in trouble and he was going to protect you!!
go iwa-chan!
he finds you sitting on your chair, looking down at your desk as there seemed to be boys piled up on top of each other, trying to get your attention
first world problems, amirite
‘OI!’
that angry grunt but at 2x bass boosted
hearing his voice, you were still embarrassed from earlier but you were so relieved
‘iwa-chan!’
iwa pushes people away and he grabs your hand to pull you up before wrapping an arm around your waist, protectively
‘if i see you idiots making her uncomfortable or even trying to touch her, i will destroy you’
protection and the feeling of safety is my fave
he leads you out of there to the stairway where him and his teammates were eating
he held your hand tightly and you squeezed it, trying to show that you were grateful
even if they were still male, your brother was there and if something happened, they were both strong enough to take them on
besides, its just mattsun and maki anyways
tooru saw you and he hugged you before leading you to the 2 others
‘guys, this is y/n, my sister. that’s mattsun and that’s makki.’
you slightly smiled and raised a hand in greeting
‘yo’
‘hello’
to be safe, iwa made you sit a step down from him so that if something happens, he could protect you
idk how but you do you boo
‘i can protect her too, iwa-chan!’
‘shut up, shittykawa. youre literally sticks and bones’
‘so mean! iwa-chan, you’re so mean!’
you giggled, head leaning down to rest on iwa’s right thigh since you were full and tired and he runs his hand through your hair
mattsun and makki shared a look before asking
‘are you dating our ace, y/n-chan?’
at the mention of dating, you both turned red and you sat up
‘OF COURSE NOT, MATTSUN, MAKKI!’
iwa shouts but his red face and ears betrayed him
‘iwa-chan grew up with us so he’s naturally like that. we’ve adopted him into our family!’
oikawa explained but you looked at him and he gave you a knowing look
oh he noticed everything
the lingering looks during practice
the bashful smiles during hang outs at home
unnecessary touches during the walk to school
oikawa may be annoying but he’s observant and he is smart
after that fiasco, the two boys were a little wary of letting you walk home alone so iwa offered to take you since he was already making more progress and didnt need extra practice while tooru wanted to practice more
‘iwa-chan, can we go to your house this time?’
he turned to look at you curiously since you never ask to go to his place
‘i miss your mom and ive been meaning to go visit her. so can we, iwa-chan?’
you squeezed his hand and showcased your pleading look making him agree
‘fine’
his house wasn’t a frequently hung out spot since your house was closer but you were still familiar with his home since his mother was fond of you
‘tadaima’
mama iwaizumi peaked from the kitchen and greeted him home before squealing at the sight of the youngest oikawa
‘oh my, y/n-chan! hello!’
‘hello, auntie!’
she gave you a big hug and you returned it with a laugh
iwa just standing there to the side with a smile bc his mom approves so all is good in life
‘you’ve grown so much, y/n-chan! so much prettier too!’ you turned bashful at her compliments.
then she leaned forward to whisper in your ear but made her voice loud
‘say, has my son finally ask you to be his girlfriend?’
omg mama iwaizumi really ships it
iwa turns red and complains to his mom about being in his business too much
‘don’t be so timid, hajime! y/n-chan could be taken from under your nose any minute now!’
‘dont you think i know that’ he mumbles but very lowly so that no one hears him
but you decide to tease him more
‘no. but i’m waiting for it. i’ll tell you once he does, auntie!’
fed up with the teasing, he grabs you and drags you up to his room to change into comfortable clothing
you sit on his bed while he rummages through his closet for a sweatshirt and sweatpants
‘here! change into these!’ he shouts, still flustered and refusing to look at your eyes
youre an oikawa and you lived to tease so you stood up, tossing the clothes to the side and wrapping your arms around his neck
ooo gurl you want iwa to die today, don’t you?
he gets even redder and scowls
‘oi, y/n, what are you doing’
you shook your head
‘nothing. i just miss my prince iwa-chan. you were so brave for saving me today, prince iwa-chan’
the nickname used to not affect him that much but now, he watches the it fall from your cherry lips
‘say my name’
you furrowed your eyebrows
‘iwa-chan?’
he gently shakes his head no
‘my real name’
‘iwaizumi hajime’
you say, distracted at the way his mouth moves
‘and what’s yours?’
‘iwaizumi y/n’
you breathed out
he growls softly before taking your sinful lips
wowza jesus took the wheel bc he stepped on that pedal
we going straight 100 mph up in this bih
iwa really said, ‘skip the confession. imma go straight for my babie girl’s lips. also, proposal who? let’s go get married in vegas!’
it wasnt even been literally 15 minutes until you came bounding the stairs wearing hajime’s signature grey hoodie with his seijoh sweatpants and calling for your auntie to announce you were now dating are going to get married
‘WHAT!?’
she screams and comes running from the kitchen, holding a ladle
you flashed a grin while iwa shows a small smile with red cheeks from behind you before telling you that you were both too young to get married
‘i told ya you would be the first to know’
after dinner, you call your brother and hes like, ‘okay, since you’re not at home i’m assuming youre at iwa’s’
‘omgomgomg, nii-chan! i just had dinner with my boyfriend’s family! they accepted me!’
‘BOYFRIEND?! DOES IWA-CHAN KNOW!? HOW COULD YOU BREAK HIS HEART?!’
oikawa just has that special type of voice that even without being on speaker phone, it sounds like he is
iwa laughs at his friend’s worried questions
‘better hand over your princess to the prince, grand king’
oikawa screamed
i hope i did my mans justice
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Despair of the Future: Prologue
Knock knock knock!
A series of knocks on the door earned Yasuhiro's attention, causing the Ultimate Clairvoyant to turn his head towards the noise. He threw his legs over the side of his bed and stretched his arms over his head before standing and walking over to his door. When he opened it, he was surprised at who was on the other side.
"Junko!" The future teller exclaimed. "H-hey! What's up?"
The Ultimate Fashionista beamed at him, flashing him a peace sign. "Yo! I'm great, Hiro! Hope I didnt bother you!"
Hiro shakes his head, standing to the side to allow Junko entry. "No, no! I was just surprised to see you! Like, no offense or anything, but I wouldve thought youd be too good to spend anytime with someone like me!"
Junko raised a brow as she walks into his room. "That sounds like if anyone were to take offense itd be you."
Hiro scrunched his eyebrows as Junko continued.
"Anyway, I stopped by cause I was wondering if you could read my future!"
The older Ultimate blinked in surprise. "Wait, really?" He asked. "No one ever takes me up on that offer!"
The fashionista shrugged, looking around the boy's room. "Eh, I think they're overreacting. I mean, most fortune tellers are lucky to get a five percent accuracy rate. The fact you have thirty percent is really impressive!" She turns to him, still grinning. "And I have something I really wanna know if it comes true!"
Hiro couldnt help but smile, happy someone finally recognized his talent. "In that case, sure! I'd be more than happy to tell your future!" He told her, going over to his desk and gathering his clairvoyant supplies. "And since you're one of my friends, and the only one to recognize how amazing my abilities are, I'll even do a reading for free! Hows that sound?"
The pig tailed girl's smile widened. "Aw, that's really sweet of you, Hiro! Thank you!"
Hiro shrugs as he sits cross legged on the floor and lays his supplies in front of him. "Ah, it's no biggie." He assures her, patting the ground in front of him to signal for her to sit as well. When she does, the fortune teller beams at her. "Alright! What do you say we start with a simple palm reading? That way I can get a good feeling for if this thing you wanna happen will come true!"
Junko nods. "Sounds good to me!" She agrees, and holds her right hand out to him, palm out.
Hiro takes her hand in his own and, taking one of them, begins tracing the inside of the girl's hand. He closes his eyes, concentrating on the lines he feels as he tries to make a connection to Junko's future.
~~~
Screaming.
Crying.
Curses.
These are the only things Yasuhiro can hear.
Blood.
The scent burns his nose, causing his eyes to tear up. The smell is overwhelming, as if he were standing in a pool of it up to his waist.
Panic rises in the clairvoyant's chest, and his head shoots around, desperate to see something, to find where he is.
He wished he hadnt.
Sayaka was propped up against the bathroom wall, a kitchen knife protruding from her stomach with blood splattered around the room, and on the idol's body.
Junko-no. That had to be Mukuro. Her telltale freckles gave it away, despite her attempt to disguise herself as her twin-impaled by spears and left lifeless on the gymnasium floor.
Leon, Hiro's closest friend, was pelted by baseballs, his body left battered, bruised and bloody tied to a pole.
Chihiro, bludgeoned by a dumbbell and tied by an extension cord.
Mondo, reduced to nothing but butter.
Taka and Hifumi, their heads caved in.
Celeste, burned to cinders.
Sakura, her own life taken by poison.
These images flooded his mind. No matter where he looked, he saw them. His friends, his classmates, the ones he cared about dearly, dead in brutal ways.
Yasuhiro clamped his hands over his mouth, feeling bile rise into his throat. Before anything could come up, he saw one last image, and this one caused his blood to run cold.
Junko, the one he was reading the future of, stood at a podium. She was proudly proclaiming how this was all her doing, how she wanted all the world to feel such despair, and how she loved watching them all kill each other to escape a world that was in ruins.
And suddenly he was back.
~~~
"Gah!" Hiro let out a scream as he gasped for air. His hand grasped at his chest as he looked around frantically. The comforting scenery of his room relaxed him slightly, and his heart slowly began beating normally again.
"Hiro? Are you alright?" Junko's voice caused Hiro to jump and look over to her. The girl had her head tilted. "What did you see?"
The clairvoyant stared at her, the images he saw before invading his mind, nearly causing him to panic again. He managed to swallow it back down. "A-ah, yeah. I-Im fine! Y-you uh, dont have to w-worry about a thing! Everything you want g-goes off without a hitch!" He told her shakily.
Junko furrowed her brow, but at his answer her face brightened. "Really?! Shit, nice!" She stood up. "I think that's all I need. Thanks so much, Hiro! You're the best!" She smiled at him and waves. "You take care now, you look like you've seen a ghost!" She giggled before opening Hiro's door and leaving.
And then Hiro was alone.
As soon as he heard the door closed, the fortune teller shot to his feet and began panicking. "W-what the hell did I just see?!" He exclaimed, pulling at his hair. "All my friends...they...they were dead! And...so brutally! And Junko..." His face paled. "...She did that. She caused all of that pain, that...suffering!" He shook his head, gripping it tightly with his hands. "No. No that cant be true. It cant!"
"Tch, now you dont believe in your abilities?"
Hiro whirled around at the voice, and he froze at the image of his best friend, Leon Kuwata.
"L...Leon?"
The red haired boy smirked and waved. "Hey, Hiro! Wassup, bro?"
The clairvoyant just stared at him. "Wh...I...I dont understand. How did you get in my room? Why are you floating? A-and why are you transparent?!"
The baseball star rolled his eyes. "Wow, dude, you really arent the most observant." The ginger moved closer to his friend, getting right into his face, which caused Hiro to take a step back. "I'm dead, Hiro. I'm a ghost."
Yasuhiro's eyes widened. "Wh...what?! No! Hell no, that cant be true! I just saw you this morning!"
Leon held his hands up. "Whoa whoa, calm down, dude!" He tried to soothe the older man. "I'm not that Leon! I mean, I am, but not?" He scratched his head. "Its...complicated." he shrugged before continuing. "Basically I'm from the future. You know those visions you saw? Yeah. If they come true, that's what's gonna happen to me and all our friends." His expression becomes serious. "And you're the only one who can stop it."
Hiro's eyes widened even further, and he took several steps back. "What?! What the hell?! Are you crazy?!" He exclaimed. "If all of this is true, a-and I'm still not convinced this isnt all just a fucked up dream, how the hell am I of all people gonna stop it?! You know me, dude! I'm not brave, or smart, or strong or anything!"
Leon sighed. "Hiro, you're the only one who knows Junko's plan. You're the only one who can see me. You have to do something to stop her, or it wont just be our class that gets fucked over. She's gonna destroy the whole world."
Yasuhiro freezes. "The...the whole world?" He repeated, his voice a low whisper. He felt like he was going to faint. This was all too much. The fate of the world was on his shoulders? What the hell was going on?
Leon watched his best friend and frowned. "Look, I can tell you're overwhelmed. Obviously you need some time to process all of this, so take it. I'll come back later. Just...you gotta think about it."
As the redhead finished his sentence, Hiro watched as he began to disappear. "W-wait, Leon!" The brunette exclaimed, reaching his hand out towards him. "Dont go! I-Im still confused!"
But despite his pleas, Leon vanished before his eyes. Hiro stared at the spot the ghostly vision of his friend had been moments ago.
Suddenly he collapsed to his knees, the exhaustion of having learned all of these things finally catching up to him.
Yasuhiro stares blankly into space, running through everything once more in his mind. He had no idea how to process this.
And then he heard it.
The quiet whispers of many spirits as they begin making contact with him.
Yasuhiro Hagakure is now open for questions!
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ask you destiny to dance [7] {Roger Taylor}
[masterpost]
“What did you do? Ash is more pissed at you than usual.” Brian’s looking covertly between Ash wiping glasses at the bar, and Roger, adjusting the height of his high hats a few weeks after he’d confronted her about August. She hadn’t spoken to him directly since then, but the other band members were starting to catch on.
“I didn’t do anything-” Roger tries to protest, but Freddie’s laugh cuts him off.
“He made a comment about Pocket Rocket’s dear friend.” Freddie adds, having adapted to the nickname with ease, an amused smile on his face as he looks at Roger over his shoulder.
“You mean her boyfriend.” Roger snaps, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ash tense at the bar, giving away her eavesdropping, though he didn’t call her out on it.
“Ash isn’t dating that guy, he’s like forty.” Brian laughed, but Roger caught the way Freddie’s expression darkened, though he didn’t dwell on it, and Roger’s own smile became knowing and bitter.
“Yeah, listen Bri, I know what I said.” He responded venomously, and the mood around them sobered considerably. “I don’t like him, okay, he’s too old for her,” after a beat, he wrinkled his nose, “got a dickhead aura.”
“You’ve met him once.” John points out, trying to lighten the aura. Roger just bristled at the statement.
“Rog is just fond of her,” Freddie cuts in, voice a little condescending, smile mischievous, “let him be jealous, it might take him down a peg or two.”
“I’m not bloody jealous of that creep!” After a beat of feeling particularly hurt, and Freddie’s commenting hitting a little too close to home, he hears himself lashing out, “And how low do you think my standards really are, Freds?” And that shocked Freddie into silence, eyes wide and disbelieving, his eyebrows raised, as he turned away, jaw clenched.
“You really are just trying to burn that bridge while we’re standing on it, aren’t you?” Brian shook his head, sighing heavily as he went back to his guitar.
“Roger,” John said carefully, coming over to speak quietly to the drummer, as the rest of the band turned away, uncomfortable, “let me get the drinks tonight.” And it’s not what he expected to hear, but when he looks to John, John’s looking over at the bar. Ash is making direct eye contact with him, her customer service smile looking mostly threatening as she keeps polishing the same spot on a glass. “Because that woman is going to spit in all of your drinks and make you watch.” John explains, now looking to Roger, who’s expression was carefully neutral, trying not to betray his own anger at himself. “And as much as I love our dear Pocket Rocket, it’s not something I particularly want.”
She’s definitely gone back to hating him, and he didn’t realise how much it would hurt.
The worst part is that she’s so damn happy around everyone else, and he hates himself for being hurt by that. He’s angry, but not at her (never at her, not for something like this) he’s angry because he sees the way she smiles at him from behind the bar, and he sees the way August spends more time looking at the girls in the crowd, though she can’t even tell from where she’s standing. Roger’s angry because she fucking gushes about August - “He’s just made tenure!” - and yet he won’t even touch her if there’s someone else around. He’s livid because she’s so clearly in love with him, but she still can’t bring herself to tell the others his name because she knows - knows - something’s up with August, even if she doesn’t want to admit it, even if the others can’t see it.
Except that’s not the reason she doesn’t say his name.
“He’s here at every show, we should say thank you.” Brian tries after a gig, talking mainly to Roger and John, as Freddie had been giggling with Mary, the two of them in their own little world. Ash is nowhere to be seen. Roger takes another drag of his cigarette.
“Heaps of people are fans of us, it doesn’t mean we have to personally thank them every time.” Roger scoffed, but Brian made a noise in the back of his throat that sounded like he disagreed.
“It’s a show of good faith, we should at least shake hands with-” and he paused for a moment, brow furrowing, “what’d she say his name was again?”
“Doctor Reid, if I recall.” John piped up, and Brian shifted his weight, crossing his arms.
“Yeah, but what’s his first name? That sounds so formal, like, ‘Oh, can I grab you a beer Doctor Reid?’” He put on a voice, laughing at his own joke, looking to John, who just shrugged helplessly.
“August.” Roger’s voice is very quiet, hunched in on himself sitting in the back of the van. Brian frowns, leaning in a little, confused as to both how Roger has kept this for so long, and what the name actually was. “His name’s August.” Roger repeated, voice heavy but louder this time. Freddie freezes. “She calls him Gus.” He adds.
“You’re joking, right?” Freddie says into the uncertain silence, and that’s the moment that the back door comes crashing open and Ash comes out, grinning, hands in her pockets.
“Hey guys,” she grinned, nodding at them, not even sparing Roger a glace, “could I have my jacket back? You can drop the pants back tomorrow if you like.” Freddie turns to her, eyes wide, disbelieving smile still frozen almost painfully onto his face, not removing the oversized, blood red velour button down shirt Freddie had been wearing over a black singlet.
“Is that man we keep seeing Gus?” He asked, voice scarily neutral. None of the others had ever heard him like this, had barely heard Freddie genuinely angry like this, and Ash’s expression dropped.
“I’ve gotta go.” It’s not the answer any of them expect, nor is Ash turning on her heel and heading back into the pub before the door had even swung fully shut. Turning back to the band, they could all see that Freddie was livid.
“I’m going to gut the bastard. Gut him like a goddamn fish, I swear I will.” He seethed, hands curling and uncurling into fists, staring at the gravel. It was as if the air around him was snapping with the electricity of a storm. Looking up, all Freddie could see was how shocked the others were, even Roger, and he clenched his jaw, forcing himself to calm down.
“That’s the bastard that ruined her life.” He admitted through clenched teeth. “Roger’s fucking right, the man’s no good.” And Roger couldn’t even take the moment to bask in the vindication that would have usually surged through him at being told he was right, instead, his blood runs cold.
“He what?” Mary asked softly, and Freddie’s expression softened, looking finally between all of them, realising what he’d said.
“He’s the reason she was expelled from her last university, and...” Frowning, Freddie shakes his head. Brian, John, and Mary all took a moment to process this new information, shock written all over their faces. “It’s not my place,” and he started on a new strand of information, “he was her teacher, he started a clandestine affair with her when she started university, and,” pausing again, he sighed, the anger still clearly flowing through him, though it had simmered down to a bitter rage, “not my place.” He repeated.
“Doesn’t he have a wife and family? How old was she?” Brian asked, a little aghast, and Freddie sighed.
“She was eighteen.” Freddie sighed.
“She was a kid.” Roger breathed, anger bubbling up inside of him.
“Hey, that’s only a year younger than me.” John pointed out, but Roger turned on him.
“Oh, I’m sorry John, are you having an affair with one of your teachers that we need to stage an intervention for?” He snapped, and John’s face fell, and he looked to the ground.
“I’m just saying she was an adult is all, doesn’t make it right, but she can make her own choices.” He paused. “She seems happy.” Both Freddie and Roger deflated at that, they’re all quiet for a long moment, and without a word, Freddie heads inside.
“Ash.” When he says her name, she looks up with an expression that tells him she’s ready to fight.
“He’s different now, Freddie.” She tells him, already defending herself and the man who she knows in her heart probably doesn’t deserve it. Freddie was ready to fight him the moment he heard August’s name, and he didn’t even know the full story. Sure he could gather the impact it had on Ash, but he never really truly realised the effect August had on her.
“What does that mean, Ash? What exactly is keeping me from coming over here and beating him bloody with my microphone next time we play here?” Freddie asked, voice very serious. Pulling off her apron, Ash told Maureen, who had been eavesdropping on the conversation, that she was knocking off for the night, which Maureen agreed to, and Ash walked around the bar and took Freddie’s hand.
“We’re not having this conversation here.” She hissed, pulling him into the staff bathroom and locking it behind them. “I love him.” She said through gritted teeth, crossing her hands over her chest, looking away. “And after everything I did, I think he still loves me too.”
“After everything you- Ash do you hear yourself?” Freddie takes a deep breath, steadying himself, holding her shoulders, “He start an affair with you, his student, refuse to be seen with you in public, and used his power within the faculty to kick you out of school when you wanted to stop-”
“I only wanted to stop because I found out he was engaged when his fiance found out about me!” Ash cried, as if it were somehow her fault. Freddie actually stepped back.
“Found out about you- He was engaged?!” He whispered, eyes wide and horrified. “Darling that’s nowhere near being your fault. He had a whole town calling you a slut and a homewrecker; he didn’t love you, he ran you out of Scotland.”
“He ran me out of Fife.” She spits back the correction. “I would know, I was there.” But she doesn’t seem to connect to the words he’s saying, it’s as if she’s replayed the events in her head so many times that she’s become desensitised to it. “But he’s changed, I was practically a kid last time, I’m different now too. And if he didn’t love me then,” she looks a little hurt as she says it, and Freddie doesn’t know if he wants to hug her or shake some sense into her, “well I think he does now.” After a beat she ducked her gaze, voice becoming a weary sigh as she leaned against the counter. “Listen, Freds, I’ll keep him out of the bar, you won’t have to see him, but this is my life.”
“Don’t make the same mistake again-”
“He’s told me that Kira’s his ex-fiance, so I don’t think she’ll be a problem.” Ash rolled her eyes at Freddie, who opened his mouth to protest that that wasn’t the point, but she added. “Can you get Roger to shut up? I’m sick of hearing him bitching.”
“Did something happen between you two?” Is what Freddie finally finds himself asking.
“I could get used to this.” Roger grins at her when she brings him a cup of tea in the warm light of the late morning, a book under one of her arms. She keeps using the mug with the cat faces on it for him, he’s started calling it ‘his mug’ and maybe she’s started calling it that too in her mind.
“Yeah, well don’t. You can get your own tea next time.” Ash laughed, sitting up beside in bed, cradling her own tea in one hand, pulling out the book with the other.
“Just show me where everything is, I think I could manage.” Roger chuckles, putting his free arm around her where she’s sat back against the headboard. “What are you reading?” Looking at him with a little surprise, Ash smiles slightly, taking a big gulp of tea, putting the mostly full cup on the bedside table before tucking herself against him, opening up the book.
“I found it in the common room, it’s one of those trashy romance novels,” after a beat, she closed the book, keeping her place with her finger, showing him the cover, where a woman was posing sensuously with a hand on a beautifully painted horse, “but I think she fucks the horse.” Roger snorts at that, his arm tightening around her just a little.
He doesn’t have an answer, just laughs, reading with her when she opens the book back up. It’s soft and domestic, her head on his chest as they both read the novella, sipping their tea on occasion. The blinds are down, but there’s still stripes of light peeking through, hitting the floor with golden light and the room feels warm and hazy. They stay like that for a long while, Roger actually becomes rather engrossed in the story, and when Ash shifts to lean over and take a sip of her tea, he takes the book to read ahead a few lines. When she turns back, she just watches him for a moment, a fond smile slowly spreading over her face, and when he finally looks up, realised he was caught, she leans forward, pressing a kiss to his lips, sweet, her hand coming up to cup his cheek, and when she pulls back, he’s smiling back at her, a little confused.
“What was that for?” He grinned, and Ash shrugged, ducking her head to hide her blush.
“I dunno, maybe the book got me going.” She lied easily, and Roger’s expression turns a little unreadable, though it’s clear he doesn’t believe her.
“We weren’t even up to the hot part!” He countered, and Ash laughed, taking the book from him, but he stays holding it, lets himself be pulled with it until he’s meeting her for a kiss, his hand on her wrist when he lets go of the book to move up her arm and start sliding off her dressing gown. “Not that I’m complaining.”
Yeah, Ash had thought, I could get used to this.
“Hello, Ash?” In the present, Freddie waves a hand in front of her face. Ash’s expression soured as her chest began to ache.
“No, okay? Nothing happened between us, Freddie. Roger’s just being a bitch.”
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I have no idea how to title things. But here is a short story I made about Runaan first meeting Tinker. Its sad and angst so be warned. Warning also, its unedited so there will be mistakes and typos.
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“Please! I don’t understand, why won’t you just speak to me? Please stop walking away and just SPEAK to me!”
Runaan ran after Misah, calling after her as she continued to walk briskly away from him and into the woods. The direction she was headed pointed towards the local MoonShadow village which has been their home village for their entire lives.
“No, Runaan.” Misah grit through her teeth far too quietly for Runaan to hear. She wore a pained expression on her face as she continued to walk ever after away from the pleading assassin.
“I don’t understand- why won’t you just TELL me what is wrong? Cannot we not speak to each other? Can we not confide? We used to Misah- MISAH!”
Runaan was now running to catch up, striding with long legs that were used to sprinting at random times as was needed. His muscles not even needing to work hard to propel his body forward in order to catch up. Yet Misah picked up her pace in retaliation until they were both out right running.
The assassin was of course faster and could have easily caught up with the female moonshadow elf who he was calling relentlessly, pain and confusion etched into every word, but he held back, not knowing what would happen if he were to spring forward.
“I- I just can’t Runaan- Stop following me!” Words laced with anger and pain flew back to hit Runaan right in the heart. What did she mean?
“Earlier today we were just fine! What changed? Why have you decided this? Why can I not be a part of this decision? Please I love you!”
At this Misah did pause in her running, slowing down to a brisk walk again and allowed Runaan to catch up. He quickly caught her wrist in his strong hand and halted her forward movement.
He was confused and angry and hurt and he wanted answers.
“Misah..” He started, looking down into her beautiful turquoise eyes not unlike his own. “Misah I-” But she cut him off before he could begin, fearing that if she allowed him to speak she could not say what needed to be said.
“Runaan, I can’t!” She snipped at him, effectively silencing him again as he had moved to speak once more.
“I cannot do this anymore, it is terrifying! The emotional stress I feel when you go off on missions- What would I ever tell our children if we had any what happened to their father if you were killed on one of your mission!?” Sniffling Misah broke their locked gazes, turning away from him but allowing him to still keep her wrist locked in a tight almost painful grip.
“..What. I- I mean I understa…” His words faded from his lips as full understanding dawned on him. It was because he was an assassin, it was because of the risks, the threat of death and the stress he was putting on his lover. Runaan’s shoulders relaxed and he looked nowhere in particular with half lidded eyes.
“But.. Why now? We have been joined together for seven human years Misah.. Why now are you just telling me this? Have you..” He swallowed the dry lump in his throat before continuing. “Have you been carrying the stress of this all this time?” His heart clenched at the thought of causing her so much pain for any amount of time unknowingly.
“I was alright with it.. At first. Of course I was just so infatuated with you.” Misah half chuckled as she recalled their earliest memories together. “But the mission you went on last year, I thought I could get past it but I just.. I could have lost you and then I could have been alone.”
She turned back to Runaan, tears streaming down her milky cheeks. Above them the sky darkened, large weighted clouds drifted overhead in preparation of the heavy rain they were about to deposit onto the ground.
Runaan recalled that mission, he had almost not made it back. A team of six was sent into the human kingdoms to regain a lost child who had been stolen near the border, her family murdered by the humans and their belongings strewn across the thicket they were found in.
When they finally caught up to the murderous bandits it was to late. They had butchered the child for her magical parts to sell for dark magic to the highest bidder. No doubt they had ended her innocent life only hours before his team had shown up.
Runaan will never forgive himself for not getting their in time, he knew he had needed to rush his team onward but he was lax and took the same precautions he always did when crossing the border, which cost precious time. And there ended up being very little need for those precautions as they were more of a formality, a guide he followed when entering into the human lands.
Somehow the bandits had known they were coming after them, or they had prepared to defend themselves in the event that they were followed.
It had been a suicide mission and Runaan had almost not made it back. He lost three of his team on that day, he himself had needed over a week to recover.
Runaan was snapped out of thoughts as words floated to him on a whisper.
Misah was talking again but Runaan need not hear anymore. He stepped back, releasing Misah’s wrist from his grasp and allowed his training as a hardened assassin to take charge.
Rain started drizzling on them and the surrounding forever, the sound like a orchestra of noise all around. The droplets pounding onto the canopy of leaves above to drop down onto the bushes and grass, puddling here or there and wetting the homes of ground dwelling animals.
Runaan’s turquoise eyes were cold and hard, not in anger, but in fear that he would break down, his heart shattering with understanding of their situation.
The female MoonShadow sniffed, regaining herself and gathering her courage once more.
“I guess this is it then. This is goodbye.” Her strangled words were hard to hear at the wind began to whip up as the storm grew.
It took a moment for Runaan to answer but when he did he sounded as calm and composed as ever, as if he was speaking to someone else about the local market running out of cheese again for the third time.
“Yes.. Goodbye Misah, it has been wonderful with you in my life, but I understand you must go.”
Nodding Misah agreed.
As she turned and started to walk away the downpour from the rain became painful, as if being stung by bees were the droplets hit. Before getting too far and before her voice could be lost within the winds she turned back to Runaan, looking at her now ex lover of several years, the one whom she had assumed to spend her entire life with, to raise children, to make a home and yet here they are now, ending it all.
“Runaan.. I still love you, and I always will.” She turned away from him for the final time, walking towards the lights of the MoonShadow village, away from her current life to start on a new journey all her own.
Runaan stood in the shooting rain, not feeling the sting of the freezing droplets. “I know..” he finally muttered, allowing the tears to finally break free and fall, mixing with the rain.
He stood there in the middle of the dark forest, for how long he did not know or really even care. His beautiful white hair now a wet and tangled mess from having been stirred by the poetic weather. His clothes were so soaked through he might as well have been swimming in a lake. His feet sloshed as he trudged back into the village, the lights all too bright for him at the moment and so he kept to the shadows.
The rain had finally started to let up as he made his way through the streets, cursing and laughing at the way the universe seemed to add that extra bit of drama to his life currently.
Dawn would not be here for another four or five hours and Runaan could not bare the idea of going back home, of returning to all his memories of the life he had been living up until this point.
Nearing his destination he paused, assessing his current ensemble and deciding he really didnt matter. Although he did try to wring himself out a little in respect for the establishment he was about to enter.
Opening the heavy door and slipping in, Runaan was greeted by semi-loud noise, not unlike a calm human bar within the human kingdoms except here in Xadia the noise level was kept at a lower octave as elves tended to have more keen hearing.
He ignored the bar goers and they in turn ignored him. He had chosen a bar he did not frequent often if at all. He was not really a drinker and did not often visit bars save for when friends or family had special occasions, like when his best friend announced his wife’s pregnancy with their first child. They were so excited and it was certainly cause for celebration, they told him they did not care if it was a boy or girl, but that the child was healthy.
Although his friend’s wife did confide in Runaan, telling him she already knew the sex of the child and the name she had chosen.
The next celebration he attended was when baby Rayla was born and he had gotten so inebriated he couldnt walk straight, It had not been a great morning for him the next day.
Now he sat himself at the unfamiliar bar and ordered a drink. The bar keep thankfully not giving him much of a look to his disheveled and dripping appearance and simply serving him his request, a good bar keep indeed.
Runaan was halfway through his third drink, and having not really had any food the whole night, he was beginning to feel a little toasty from the alcohol, when a whistle derailed his train of inner thoughts.
“Wow! Don’t you look the sight!” Chirped a joyful sounding voice. Great, just what he needed, someone being all chipper around him and trying to converse.
“Please, I just would like to be alone right now.” Runaan grunted low. Hoping just his gristly appearance would thwart anyone coming up to him were shattered. He had no patience for anyone right now. He turned away from the person, refusing to even look at them.
However the person was not dissuaded by his grumble and the sound of the barstool next to him scraped loudly against the floor. The person sat themselves down next to Runaan and waved to the bartender.
“You look like youve been through something, here, let me order you a drink” Kindness, joy, a warm feeling that felt like a hug flowed from the mouth of this stranger and reverberated through Runaan’s chest. Annoyance ticked Runaan’s eyelid and he sighed inwardly. This pest wasnt going to go away easily. Perhaps he was just drunk and did not understand the very obvious hints Runaan was throwing at him to go away.
It occured to the hurt MoonShadow that the stranger was talking he idly tuned in.
“So as I was saying I was told theres this beautiful spot to watch the sunrise and I was wondering if You know about it? Haha, im not real great at this small talk but you just looked so sad over here and I thought you could use a friend and -Oh thank you Mr. bartender- Anyways, Like I was saying you just looked so sad and Im new around here so I thought you would know about it and perhaps-”
Runaan had had enough, he spun on the barstool to face his annoying companion, to tell him to shove off and that he was in no mood, his heart hurt and his head was beginning to too, but his words caught in his throat and his breath left him as he finally took a look at his unwelcome companion.
He was a SunFire elf for sure, not very common in the MoonShadow village so he must have been either traveling or moving to live here. He had mentioned he was new around here so it must be the latter.
He wore a scarf loosely wrapped around his neck and the markings on his cheeks had little flicks around the circular pattern, perhaps he had MoonShadow blood in him as well? Half breeds were not common but not unheard of.
The elf paused in his ramblings when Runaan spun on him. His face softened as he looked him up and down, and all over. His lips drew back into a soft smile and his eyes alighted with an emotion Runaan was not ready to even try interpreting.
“Hey.. There you are.” The stranger soothed, smiling at the shocked looking MoonShadow who only gaped at him.
“My name’s Tinker, It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
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Wolf!Lance x Fem!Reader - A Different Story
Request: Anon; Voltron request: Can you do a story about wolf Lance and his female human s/o? She don't know that she is followed by a big, bad, handsome wolf Lance. XD Please make it fluffy and romance! Thanks!
here it is! I enjoyed writing this, sorry its a bit late.
I couldnt think of another plot I could go off of so I did I cliche with a little twist..................
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“Look out for the Big Bad Wolf!” They say.
“Don’t wander off the path!” They sarcastically warn.
Well let me tell you something; I hate it when people refer to me as Red Riding Hood. I have nothing in common with her. I purposefully go into the forest to pick flowers for my Auntie.
My AUNTIE. Not my Grandmother.
There is no path through the forest, and it’s pretty open as well. It’s right outside my house and a big, populated town is less than a mile away from it. So a residential area next to a forest. NOT a single cottage in the middle of one.
But why is it I’m found restraining myself from hitting someone?
“I’ll see you later tonight then (Y/n). Oh! And remember to stay on the path!”
I cringe as I mentally restrain myself from hitting the man, who unfortunately happens to be my uncle, which only makes it harder to restrain myself.
I force out a small giggle and strain a smile on myself, waving to my uncle. “HaHa, okay. I’ll see you tonight. I’ll be sure to bring an extra special bouquet of flowers for Auntie!”
“I’m sure she will enjoy it. Be sure to watch out for the wolf!” He says, turning around to leave.
I force out a giggle once again, sticking up both my middle fingers at my uncle as he walks away. “Okay, see you later.”
I turn around, dropping my hands to my side. I let out a sigh, the word ‘Asshole’ slipping past my lips. I pick up my basket and walk down towards the woods. It only takes a few minutes to reach the forest’s edge. Like I said, it’s practically outside my house.
I walk past the few trees from the edge, walking a good hundred feet before reaching my destination.
Flowers border and bloom around the tree trunks, all different colours. No tree trunk homes the same flower types, all of them having a difference from each other.
I smile. This place is a particular favourite of mine. It has the perfect amount of sunlight and the perfect amount of shade for all these different flowers to grow. That and it has that natural calming vibe to it.
I lay my basket down in the middle of a small patch of grass, where a single decent stream of sunlight appears.
I then immediately walk over to the nearest tree and lean down, staring at the colourful bed of flowers. I thread my fingers through one of the stems, stroking one of the blue petals with my other hand, before delicately cutting off the stem with a small pair of scissors. I ensure there’s a good length of stem before closing the scissors.
I repeat the same procedures with two others, one purple and the other red, before standing up and walking over to my basket.
I gently lay the flowers in the basket, checking to make sure no damage will occur.
I stand up and head towards a different tree. Before I lean down, I hear a near rustling of leaves.
I pause my movements and snap my attention to my surroundings. I stare at the bushes, eyeing them for any suspicious movement. After a few minutes of nothing but a quiet chill wind, I shake my head and sigh.
“Stupid wind.”
I bend down and inspect a few flowers, grazing my fingers over petals and threading them between stems, before cutting them off and securing them in my careful hold.
I gasp and jump up as the sound of a twig snapping reaches my ears. Panic slowly begins to set in, but I try my best to keep it down.
I let out an annoyed breath and walk over to my basket. “You’re starting to get paranoid (Y/n), stop it.” I mumble to myself as I place the flowers in the basket.
I stand and walk to another tree with yet another different range of flowers. I kneel down and start to pick up a flower. I freeze in fright as a sudden chill runs down my spine. I growl in frustration, picking the flowers away from their stems. “It’s just the wind (Y/n). Nothing else but the wind. Jeez, maybe you are getting paran-“
As I stand up and turn to return to my basket, I come face to face with one creature I never considered to believe to be real.
Standing in front of me, a cross between a wolf and a human, a hybrid you could say. His scruffy brown hair spikes up at the back and just above a brown headband, two furry ears poke out from the side. The face is all human. Tan skin with slightly rough features, his sharp canine teeth being the only in-humane thing on his face. His body is also human apart from the bushy tail. His clothes also appear human, draping over his body, not hugging him as such but still showing definitions of his muscles.
I stare at him, unblinking and still, frozen in place by fear.
The wolf-man, werewolf, hybrid thing, stares at me with a curious gaze. He cocks his head to the side, his lips twitching upwards as if he’s amused.
“Well, well, well,” He speaks slowly, his voice dipping lower with each word. He straightens his neck and begins to circle around me, eyes raking down my body in some sort of interest. “What do we have here?”
I remain still, turning my head towards him, keeping my gaze locked on him as he continues to circle around me. By now he’s almost behind me.
“Seems to me,” He moves in the blink of an eye, disappearing behind me. I gasp and tense up as I feel his hot breath brush against my ear. “that someone like to pick flowers for their grandma, Little Red Riding Hood.” He ends with a smug grin.
Anger boils within me and before I realise it, I’m talking.
“Don’t call me that.” I say firmly, somehow not breaking under his intense gaze.
I watch him as his eyes light up in shock before switching back to amusement. “A back-chatter. I’m beginning to like you a lot more.” He moves in front of me, face insanely close to mine.
I take this moment to properly study his face. Coincidently, he stands in a stream of sunlight. The soft glow of the light outlines every curve and crevice, shining across his cheeks. My eyes scan over his tan features, marvelling at his perfection. Now that I’m thinking about it, he looks really cute up close.
“Thank you.”
I jump slightly and stare at him in confusion. A few seconds go by before I come to a conclusion. “I-I said that out loud?”
He only smirks in response and I’m just about ready to slap myself.
I sigh in defeat and stare into his deep blue eyes. “Well I wasn’t lying.”
His smile only grows.
I avert my gaze to his ears, dazed by the way they peak out above his headband. The perfect way his fur seems to brush around his ears, the smooth looking texture that only compliments them more.
Without realising, I let go of the flowers and begin to reach out towards his ears. I flick my gaze to his eyes which shine with interest and amusement.
“C-Can I-“
Before I can even start, he pushes his head into my hand. Instinct takes over me and without thinking about it, I begin to gently scratch my fingers along his scalp.
I smile at the smooth and delicate feeling of his fur. I move my hand around the back of his ears, watching in awe as he leans heavily into my fingers, his tail slowly picking up speed, wagging back and forth.
“Mmmmm.” He hums. “You have definitely got the magic touch.”
I can’t help but giggle at his compliment. He leans in closer to the point he’s nuzzling into my chest. I thread my other hand through his hair and watch as his tail wags furiously faster.
“(Y/n)?! Are you still there?!” I jump away from the boy as my mother’s voice rings through-out the forest.
I take a quick glance around, frowning when I can’t find the boy.
“I’m here Mother!” I call out, sadness evident in my voice.
“Hurry up now! We’ll be leaving soon.”
“Yes Mother! I’ll be there soon!” I watch and listen closely, seeing no sight of her and hearing nothing close-by.
I sigh and turn back towards my abandoned basket. I walk over to it, inspecting its contents. I turn my head to the tree I had last visited, searching the ground for the flowers I dropped. I furrow my eyes in confusion when I don’t see them.
“Drop something?”
I jump away from the hot breath against my ear. I relax once I see the boy’s face.
A small grin spreads across his face. He steps closer to me, leaning his face in closer with mine. My eyes widen at the feel of his nose brushing against my cheek.
“The name’s Lance.” He whispers to me as his tongue moves across my cheek up to my ear. “I’ll see you tomorrow (Y/n).”
And just like that, he disappears.
I stand there in shock, unable to move or comprehend anything that had just happened. I slowly look down to my hands, noticing the three flowers I had previously dropped, gently clasped in my small grip.
I look back up to where I last saw Lance, and stare into the woods, past the bushes and trees.
Thoughts race through my head, disappearing and reappearing at will, but one thought stays in mind, controlled only by the heart.
And ironically, the boy has it.
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29 Neibolt ST (Monster Roommate AU) CH 27
FINALLY FINISHED THIS!! So the monsters try really hard to figure out why they aren't monsters any more. Turns out they cant focus for five minutes without going off on a weird tangent about washing machines and butts. Papawise is gonna have to try to get these idiots to be productive. Good luck papa you’re gonna need it.
CH 27
Focusing is Hard
“Are we going to address this human problem now?”
Freddy and Drac sat on the couch already breaking into Chucky’s beer stash as Leech plopped herself onto Robert’s lap on the loveseat. the former clown brought a long arm around her and nuzzled his nose into her drying hair. “Mmm you smell just like me” he growled. “I wonder why” Leech giggled and kissed his jaw line. Freddy nearly gagged.
“*AHEM* SO is that a no on the problem solving then?” he asked the ex-nosferatu.
“Fred like either of us have any idea how this happened at all.”
“Well did you two do anything? I dunno like did you activate some curse or something? Maybe pissed off a witch?”
“What witch is powerful enough to turn Pennywise human? Let alone a whole town full of over powered evil.” Leech crossed her legs over the side of the chair getting comfy.
“I love it when you call me powerful.” Robert beamed with pride from having his ego stroked.
“Focus Bob” She scolded him.
As they discussed their options there was a clatter in the basement followed by a wheeze. Everyone froze solid looking at eachother and back down the hall. “Do we go investigate?” the nosferatu asked hesitantly.
“Isn’t that usually how humans get killed by us?” Freddy grumbled.
“Holy shit being on the other side of the horror movie sucks balls” Leech picked up a beer bottle in defence peering down the hall.
“I’ll go. You all would be such easy targets.” Robert rolled his eyes. His companions’ fears starting to annoy him.
“Like hell you are! We all know what happens when the prey splits up!” Leech grabbed his arm before he could march into any more danger.
“Lets just all go together then. Can’t be anything too terrible with everyone being turned human.” Freddy handed Dracula a broken piece of wood who glanced over at his roommate in confusion.
“We’re so going to die” the ex nosferatu groaned.
The former monsters approached the door leading to the basement where they could hear more panting and wheezing which seemed to get louder and louder. Leech hesitantly opened the door which made an extremely ominous creak causing the ex-vampire to grip her bottle tighter. They peered into the basement, everyone silently cursing Penny for making his house as equally scary as himself. Something wet and dark flopped out of the well gasping like a fish out of water. Robert felt both his arms get grabbed by Leech and Freddy at once while Drac clung to his roommate from behind. The weight of 3 grown adults clinging to his silk robe like baby sloths nearly pulled the former eldritch to the ground and he gave them all an angry scowl. “Really?!” he hissed. The wet thing began to stand it looked like a person, a very tired and pissed off person.
“I just walked for MILES through the freezing sewer, so you MORONS better tell me what the hell is going on right now or there will be consequences!” they said.
The man finally came into view. He looked quite different without the giant red nose.
“U-Uncle Penny?” Leech stuttered the man rung out the wet shirt he had clearly killed someone for as there was a large blood stain on the collar.
“This is what you look like as humans? Jesus Junior those pants tight enough?”
“Theyre Freddy’s…” Robert looked off to the side.
“Actually I think those are mine!” Leech pulled at his pants to inspect the pocket “Yeah theres the hole in the pocket!”
“Leechie why does Krueger have your pants?” If Robert still had fangs theyd be out.
“Oh calm down Fred and I swap clothes all the time.” she waved him off and rolled her eyes at his jealousy.
“Yeah Fangs does laundry at our place cause you won’t get a washer dryer”
“There’s a wash tub right over there!” Robert snarled at the former dream demon in annoyance. First it was wifi and microwaves now its modern washing machines! How is anyone going to be scared when they walk into the haunted house on Neibolt if theyre greeted with the scent of clean laundry and hot pockets.
“The 1800s were over a long ass time ago Bob!” Leech complained she had been trying to get him to change his mind on this for weeks now.
“I am trying to cultivate an atmosphere that generates fear! Dryer sheets and laundry detergent create the opposite effect Leech!”
“Sheesh Junior you take your interior decorating a bit too seriously.” his uncle rolled his eyes at his younger counterpart.
“Will all of you please drop the washer/dryer thing”
“IS THE CLOWN FINALLY GETTING A WASHING MACHINE?” came Tiffany’s voice from upstairs
“Look you’re in the minority here Robert, just let us get something basic.”
“Yeah Jingles, that way Fangs will stop leaving her pants at our place.” Freddy grumbled.
“Hey now I remember you saying you liked those pants and I let you borrow them!” Leech snapped.
“Yeah alright fine. Theyre good pants, I mean look at how great Jingles’ ass looks in them!” Freddy spun Robert around and slapped his ass howling in laughter at Robert’s enraged reaction.
“O să discutăm acum despre problema noastră?” ((will we talk about our problem now?)) Dracula asked. He had no idea what anyone was saying or why they were all humans all he knew was that he wanted to get back to being immortal as soon as possible.
“I dont speak French Dracula!” Uncle Penny grumbled.
“Oh my god how does that remotely even sound like French? Its fucking Romanian!” Leech snapped at him defending her extremely confused mentor.
“Whatever. Can all of you focus for just five minutes?! That’s all I’m asking for here. As soon as we figure out why the hell I can’t shape shift you can all go back to blabbering about eachother’s butts!” The older eldritch groaned in frustration.
“Ok but you have to agree theyre great pants though!”
“FIVE MINUTES KRUEGER!”
“Pff youre asking a lot, Freddy came over to do the same thing and within the first hour we all ended up being violently attacked by the cat and Robert lost a finger.” leech held up Robert’s injured hand.
“You lost a finger Junior? How do you fuck up this bad?”
“THATS WHAT I SAID!” Tiffany yelled once again from upstairs
“By the way, there a reason the dolls arent joining us in figuring this out?” Freddy asked Leech ignoring the enraged Uncle Penny’s complaints.
“A) I dont think they want to, and B) I’m pretty sure from the Rob Zombie music blasting from their room and the creaking bed springs theyre uh..busy..” Leech said.
“Gross” Robert snarled.
“JINGLES YOU’RE NOT MUCH BETTER!” Chucky shouted down.
“Unbelievable. You couldnt even do one minute of concentration! Were never getting back to normal jesus.” The elder eldritch tilted his head up at the ceiling growing tired of the other monsters constant distractions.
“Fine where do you suggest we start because we’re all out of ideas here.” Leech snapped.
“Did you even try having any ideas in the first place?”
The monsters opened their mouths to speak and immediately closed them. Ok so maybe they haven’t been the most proactive about this.
“Can we at least take this out of the basement then and get more beer before we start? I think I’m going to develop asthma from all the dust down here.” Leech began to walk back up the stairs to the kitchen. “You boys can either join me or stay down here in the dark. I’m out.” The other monsters shrugged and followed suit.
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“Ok so we need to narrow down who is powerful enough to turn an entire town of powerful entities into humans.” Uncle Penny began drinking the beer Leech had got him from Chucky’s nearly empty stash.
“I can think of no one.” the younger vampire said.
“You haven’t been with us very long Leechie.” Robert patted her on the head.
“Wait isnt today Halloween?” Freddy asked having a rare appiphany.
“Yeah so?” Uncle Penny took another long swig of the beer surpriesed that he liked it so much.
“Yeah doesnt that mean certian supernatural parties are stronger today?” Leech asked
“Oh fuck ive heard of this before. Did any of you break the rules of Halloween?” Freddy asked, he had seen something like this in another town once. People who broke tradition on Halloween that night had bad things happen to them.
“There’s rules to this holiday?” Robert raised an eyebrow and tried to drink Leech’s beer grimacing at the tast and shoving it back into her hands. Everyone turned to him and glared.
“What did you do Jingles”
“Why are you accusing me?”
“Bob what did you fucking do?”
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“YOU STOLE HIS WHAT?”
“I thought he was a regular child!!” Robert snarled. He recalled a small boy in an orange scarecrow outfit in the haunted house that just was not scared of him. He tried everything eventually getting frustrated and snatching the boy’s candy bag and vanishing to go find his mate. He had no idea he had just stolen from Samhain, who for one night a year was the most powerful being in existance.
“Wait hold on you fucking stole the spirit of Halloween’s bag of candy after you couldnt scare him because your feelings were hurt!?” Leech had hopped out of his lap and pushed her hands through her hair.
“He had no fear and I couldnt just let him get away! All the candy bars had razors in them anyway..”
“Where’s the fucking bag now Robert??” She grabbed his robe in her fists.
“In my lair I was going to eat around the knives!”
“Jesus christ Junior you must have really pissed him off!”
“How do we fix this then just give him back the bag?” Freddy asked.
“That’s a start….” The ex vampire took a long drink from her beer.
“Where would we find the little brat though?” Uncle Penny asked.
“Probably where the celebrations are thickest. That’s where I’d go for a holiday about me.” Freddy added.
“Looks like were going to have to do a traditional human halloween then. Let’s get some costumes carve some pumpkins and get me another god damn drink.” Leech sighed, it was going to be a long difficult day.
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“Ok so what im thinking is if the Cenobites are still throwing their big ass Halloween party then thats probably a good place to start since that thing is going to be huge. Which means if were going everyone is going to first need a costume.” Leech and the rest of the former monsters stood in the center of town finally making it out of the house.
“Yeah one, none of us were invited and two, theres going to be nothing left in the stores. Except the sexy stuff and there is no way im going as sexy thing that should never be made sexy…maybe Jingles will though that seems like his wardrobe of choice.” Freddy grumbled keeping a firm grasp on the poor overwhelmed Prince Vlad.
“Well sorry for being too tall to fit into your clothes which are made for small women” Robert sneered at the former dream demon. He was getting strange looks left and right for his overly tight pants/ pink bathrobe combo. Leech took note of it when a few girls stopped and stared while giggling amongst themselves. The ex vampire grabbed her mate’s arm glaring daggers at the women. Robert put two and two together and shot her an amused smile “Really?” he asked her. “We need to get you some real clothes” she grumbled.
“How are we getting into this party then if we weren’t invited?” Uncle Penny interrupted them. “We’re not exactly equipped for sneaking in and out of places anymore.”
“Crashing will be easy, its taking on an all powerful being as humans that will be extremely difficult.” Leech stated. she had crashed many a party in her teens when she used to deal pot to rich kids getting in wouldnt be a problem.
“And what are we gonna do when we catch the twerp? Shake and yell?” the older eldritch asked.
“I have a feeling rattling his brains and screaming at him is probably a bad way to appease the god of Halloween to change us back” Freddy added.
“Well I’m not saying I’m sorry” Robert growled. There was no way he was going to beg some young pagan god to forgive him.
“You do realise as humans we can die now right? You better fucking say youre sorry Bob” his mate scolded him.
“Seriously Jingles what if were stuck like this for a whole year?” freddy added realizing the entire monster population depended on the proudest thing in existence to admit he fucked up. They were doomed.
“I do not beg.”
“Ha! That’s a load bullshit! I’ve heard it!” Leech laughed.
“Leech! that’s….thats different…” Robert hissed
“we’ve all heard it Jingles anyone with a drain has heard it at some point.”
The former clown looked off to the side and grumbled something unintelligble.
“All right look, we need to hurry up and get something for us to wear to this thing. I’ll take the clowns. Freddy you try to handle your roommate.”
“Good luck with that.” Uncle Penny said eyeing the frantic looking prince.
“Just call me when he eventually breaks something” Leech grabbed the eldritchs and made her way to the nearest store.
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“Robert what the hell is that?” both Leech and “Uncle Bob” as he decided to call himself, stared at Robert Gray in confusion as he exited a near by restroom
“You said buy a costume.”
“Ok but I thought youd get another clown costume why the hell are you Spiderman?” his mate placed her fingers over her temples. Of course hed pick out something like this.
“I’m a giant spider trapped as a man I thought it was fitting.”
“Yeah but I’m going as a ring master and…..you know what never mind, fuck me for trying” leech groaned it was hard enough to control two eldritch horrors in a crowded Halloween store already, trying to coordinate anything was off the table at this point.
“I’m going as the devil!” Uncle Bob announced proudly pointing to his horns.
“Yeah Im pretty sure Phil is not going to be too excited about that.”
“Ah fuck Phil. He thinks hes hot shit with his whole goat yoga scheme right now. This is how a real lure is done!” the former clown gestured to the red and black suit he was wearing smugly.
“Did you…put paint…on your face?” Leech sniffed the air, it reeked of paint fumes.
“Yeah! Spray paint! It burns a little but man do I look good!”
“I think the fumes are going to your head old man” Robert folded his long arms over the spider logo on his chest.
“Jesus christ neither of you would survive a day as humans without my help.” Leech grumbled as the clowns began to argue once again. She ignored the inevitable chaos and got out her phone groaning loudly over the 6 missed calls from Freddy. No doubt they were about something Dracula had done. Robert yellped when Uncle Bob whacked him on the head with his plastic pitch fork. Leech debated taking a photo of them for later blackmail but decided she should probably find out what the hell happened to Freddy first. As she was about to call him back she doubled over in pain. Something just went wrong in her abdomen. Something she’d never thought she’d feel again.
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OH NOOOO what ever could it beee! Poor Leech she’s had to put up with so much today. Penny better try to make it up to her.
#pennywise#pennywise x oc#it fanfiction#pennywise fanfiction#horror fanfiction#slasher fanfiction#slashers#freddy krueger#1990s pennywise#papawise#papa penny#robert gray x oc
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Hunger Games! au | Park Woojin
*tell me if you want any other wanna one member/ produce 101 contestants to be done!
*incredibly long prepare for that/ probably going to split this into multiple parts if you want
part 1
part 2
part 3
part 4
you were in district 11 the agriculture district
it was the 80th annual hunger games and saying you were nervous was a complete understatement
your mom smiled brightly at you, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, “dont worry sweetie, your name is only in there 5 times. there is no way you will be picked.”
you wanted to be positive
you honestly did but you couldnt help but feel that knot in your stomach and chest
it meant something bad was going to happen
but you pushed it aside to give your mom one last smile
“well, let’s hope i dont get picked.” you lean down and give her a peck on the cheek before walking out of your front door
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“lee daehwi! get over here!” you screamed out once you saw your best friend walking in front of you
he turned around and broke into a huge smile as he noticed it was you
daehwi has been your best friend since the day you opened your eyes basically
both of your parents were extremely close in middle and high school, so naturally the two of you got to be close
daehwi was the light of your life tbh
he made you happy when you felt sad or insecure
everything about him was amazing
he felt the same way about you too
nothing could come between this very real and beautiful relationship
not even the stupid hunger games
“______,” daehwi grips onto your forearm when the reaping center comes into view
you grab his thin hand turning towards him with a reassuring smile
“don’t worry daehwi, you will be fine”
daehwi turns towards you with pitiful eyes
“but will you be okay?”
damn
that hit a spot in your heart
“of course i will be, we are fine every single year. let’s just get this oer with.”
daehwi gives you a bright smile that immediately puts you at ease
once you go to the center, you and daehwi are split, like every single year
that is when the nerves really kick in
you look up front where the representative from the capitol would be standing and notice a huge bowl instead of two medium sized bowls
before you could question it further, the birghtly colored woman steps onto the stage
you zone out slightly, not caring what she has to say
but something does catch your attention
“this year we will have two tributes, per usual, but they could either be both boys or both girls or boys and girls! isn’t that wonderful?”
she claps excitedly but your head shoots over to the male side and lock eyes with daehwi
his eyes show panic
“dont worry, you will be okay!” you mouth to him trying to calm your racing heart
“anyone can voluenteer too! now, let’s get on to the tributes!”
your heart starts to beat in your throat and your vision gets blurry
this happens every year
but this year, something feels off about it
“park woojin! park woojin!” the lady calls out
you let out a huge puff of air
“only one more to go, daehwi wont be chosen. calm down ____” you tap your arm slightly, trying to reassure yourself
you look up and see a strong looking teenager standing on stage
he was attractive, there is no denying that
he didn’t look scared in the least bit
honestly, he looked relieved
when the lady puts her hand back into the bowl, your palms start to sweat as you chant the mantra
“daehwi is fine, you are fine. daehwi is fine, you are fine. daehwi is fine, you are fine” over and over in your head
“lee daehwi! lee daehwi!”
your legs automatically collapse in shock
you saw all of the boys surronding daehwi part from him
blood rushes to your head, blurring your thought
the next thing you know is you are being pushed back by military guards while screaming, “i volunteer!”
you look at daehwi’s shocked face with tears running down your face
you just gave yourself a death sentence
and you couldn’t take it back
“oh! district 11′s first volunteer! come on up, sweetheart.” you pass by daehwi slowly as you walk up the stairs
he gives you a look of “what the actual hell was that” before you finally make it up the stairs and turn to the microphone
“what is your name?”
“______” you mumble, the adrenaline in your system dying down a bit
“what is daehwi to you?”
the question strikes you as you look at daehwi’s miserable;e expression
his expression shows that he knows you are going to die
he knows his best friend is about to die because of him basically
“daehwi is my best friend, i would trade my own life for him” he looks away from you as you mutter the sentence sadly into the microphone
you knew he was crying by the way his shoulders went up and down
“district 11′s tributes for the 80th annual hunger games, park woojin and _____!!”
no one clapped
as you were walking back stage, you could faintly hear daehwi outwardly sobbing which made your heart hurt, even more, knowing that was the last time you were ever going to see him
the lady, which you found her name was cheetah, loads you up on the train that will take you to the capitol
you and woojin sit in a suffocating silence as you look out the window
“listen,” woojin is the first the break the silence, “i will protect you until it is just the 2 of us, then it is game on. got it?”
he leans down, capturing your gaze
man, he was attractive
but all you wanted to do was you wipe that cocky expression right off of his attractive face
“who says i need your assistance?”
he scoffs, leaning back in the leather chair
“feisty, i like it.”
before you could bite back, cheetah comes rushing in with your mentor who your recognize to be ong seongwoo
ong seongwoo was ruthless
he went with his little sister to the hunger games and brutally murdered her in cold blood
they were one of the last ones
seongwoo and his little sister went down to the river to catch some fish and suddenly something in him snapped
he grabbed her by her throat and pushed her into the frigid water
he strangled her and drowned her all at once
when her body went limp in his hands, he climbed out of the freezing water and sat up against a rock
when the canon went off, that is when it clicked in his brain what he just did
then he went on an amazing killing spree and came out victorious
it gave you shivers down your spine just thinking about it
back then seongwoo was an attractive young man, around age 16 but now he looked depressed
he had huge bags under his eyes, his hair was messy and untamed, and he no longer supported that killer smile he was known for
“what advice do you have for us?” woojin asks, arms crossed in front of his chest
“dont get attached and kill without thinking.” seongwoo deadpans, grabbing a soju bottle and downing half like it was nothing
“kill without thinking?” you ask, looking over at woojin
it seemed he was confused about that part too
seongwoo leans down in front of you, giving you a condescending smirk
“kill people ruthlessly. dont think about their families or their life they had before that moment. kill with the thought that you will never see your precious little daehwi again.”
seongwoo laughed an empty laugh at your stoic expression before walking out of the room, leaving the three of you in an unbearable silence
(i know woojin wasnt in this much but this is only part one and if people like it i will make a part two :))
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2019.10.13
I said I was going to be unfiltered on this blog so here it goes:
I am suicidal. I have been for a long time. I fight with it everyday and it gets harder and harder to stop myself from finding ways to end my life.
I don't talk about it with anyone in my life bc I don't want to be a burden.
To my friends; I'm the "strong" one. The one who's been the through the most hardships and come out wiser and more mature, ready to help others. Hard to imagine why they think that in the first place. Why should I ever be the one who needs help? But all I ever seem to do now these days is tell them how much I just need to be alone now.
To my parents...well I've just always been like this havent I? I used to be so rowdy and loud. They couldnt get me to shut the hell up, not until they actually asked me to shut up.
My dad might as well not be there. Despite coming home everyday demanding where dinner is. Complaining how the food is too hot or too cold. Commenting how dirty the house looks. How unhelpful we are to our own mother. And he just sits in his god damm chair night after night for hours on end. Sometimes I wake up and walk down the stairs only to find him in the same place I found him 10 hours ago.
What happened? Was it me? What happened to weekends at the park? What happened to family game night? What happened to opening up and showing us what new thing caught his interest? It's like the light that I used to see radiating from him as a child died out. Hes not the one who would save me from mom's screams. Hes not the same guy who used to let me daydream and imagine what kind of person I could be. Entertain my wildest fantasies... that man is not the father I remember.
I don't even want to think about my mother. All I see and hear is screams and red fire.
I should be grateful shouldn't I? That my mother had to cross freezing cold waters at age 11 just so she could live in this country? Shouldn't I be grateful that she raised her 6 younger siblings with her mother and took care of her as my grandmother aged and died? Shouldn't I be grateful that my mother took us to see our grandmother? Gave us the chance to learn her language and culture and be proud of our heritage?
SHOULDN'T I BE GRATEFUL? Shouldn't I be grateful that she raised us in her own home and gave us culture and religion, a roof over our head and food to eat, safety and warmth and a chance to make a better life for ourselves?? Shouldnt I just be so fucking grateful for even getting the chance to see what a normal home should look likeMmm
So then why!? WHY!!??? Why do I hate her so much!? Why is is that everytime I look into her eyes I just know that shell never understand me?? That she'll never want to really understand me. Why I dated women. Why I dont wear dresses. Why i tell her that most nights I cry myself to sleep. That most nights I wish that I was never born. That most nights I just really start to believe that these feelings might go away if I was dead rather than alive.
And all she can do is shake her head and sigh, and say "please dont say that. Please don't tell me that."
So what am I supposed to say huh!? You tell me! Do I smile and laugh as if each day doesn't make me want to slit my own throat and bash my head bloody on a wall? Do I just abandon her? Knowing how each passing year she grows a few more wrinkles and lose more hairs on her head? How she is able to move less and less and cry her own self to sleep? That she thinks she hasn't done enough for her child. That her job as a mother isnt done yet. How much she yearns that for once we'd be able to take care of her.
How am I supposed to sleep at night when the ver person who is supposed to love me unconditionally carries certain conditions of who and what I'm supposed to be and if I die or cause her to die it will be all my fault and I will have caused more pain in her heart and my own that I will never be able to live or die in peace because I hate her so god damn fucking much but all I want her to do is love me
And I dont really think that she loves me.
Not really.
I dont even love myself.
How can anyone else see any worth in me?
It's because there really isnt any worth in me.
I've looked.
Amanda looked.
Tasha looked.
We came up empty.
I'm just not a good enough person yet.
Maybe I'll never be a good enough person.
And I want to die.
So much.
-K.
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The Gay Kid
Word had gotten out. Who knew the language we speak, became to plague that runs along our tongues. Who knew the compliments we use to brighten peoples day, and uplift people out of depression were the things that were turned and swindled by humans to create offences. Being homosexual now correlates to being a sinner? Being gay is now tied to a negative slanter? Grade 7: The Senior Primary Year. Of the time it was a big thing. Rocking up to class, sitting down i realise all of my class were the popular kids, with the odd 5 nerds in the back. Hmm. Now I think you could have assumed where I sat, well obviously next to the nerds. I mean, after last year, I really couldnt deal with the bullshit, or the drama. Maybe it had fizzled over the holidays? Maybe it had been forgotten. I sit next to this guy, not a nerd, but a 'nerd'. He was super adorable, and today he's hot as fuck but different story. We sat together for a while, chillin, listenin, readin, collecting time to buy while the final year of primary school breezes by. But by breath a blizzard come quick. Freezing time a boy turns around and asks with a nice clear and crisp voice, for even the teacher to hear, 'Are you two dating?' I had honestly thought, you have to be fucking kidding me. This bullshit has gone on long enough. At this point bullying couldnt be dealt with, it would be useless. 'The Gay Kid' branded me for the next half year. Hanging with the in crowd didnt help too much, nor did hanging with the out crowd. Either way, boys were boys, and they are hot. Idk even people to this day look at me like im some disgusting child rapist. Like what act of crime have I gone through for you to give me this look? I cant look my own way? Playing on my mind was the thought of the new year, new school. New me? New identity? A fresh start. That all comes later on. He was super super cute, this guy I would sit next to. I became attracted to him, which was scary at first cause like from being 'hard' over a girl was the norm, in class boys first made reference to wanking, purely from seeing the side ads on school websites. Child-friendly porn you could call it. This idea of a guy kinda hit me where it 'shouldnt have'. The idea of me becoming to this idea churned my stomach. Made me sick. How could I be so disgusting, so vulgar. 'Gay is not the way' played on in my head for so so so long. For anyone who asked, I was the femenine straight kid. I was the pretty, i dont care what anyone thinks kid. I was the strong one. But from where it broke me, it made me. Sure I was the bent kid, who sat alone, but i was never sitting alone was I. Cause I had me. And me, myself, and I pulled myself from out of this shit hole, and put me where i am today. 'The' Gosh make it sound official hey. An isolated character. The. what a profound title. I am the only one. you are lone. at least thats how I felt. Suicide crossed my mind so many times through this period. I thought, if my body wanted to get off to a male's persona rather than a females than why not be in the ground. my mum wont love me? my dad wont? my little sister will be like tf? i felt worthless. I felt hopeless. the kids who would stare and wonder how I could be so different. To the kids who read this and stood by my side through this, thank you, you arent neglected. but if you dont hear yourself be mentioned, then news flash, you werent there to help me. and funny how ive mentioned no one yet. 'Gay' The new sin. The new punishment. What did I do to deserve this? I would go home, and google 'am i gay quiz' or the classic 'how to know if your gay' in google incognito, and look up whether the internet could tell me something i had to tell me myself. it would tell me all kinds of bullshit. it got to the point, where i was sick and tired of crying myself to sleep so much, that i would fake thw results, so I could feel better about myself. but a dark pond willowes beneath me. dark waters swelled. who knows, if your mind sits happy, doesnt mean your heart does. 'Kid' Keep in kind im 12. A twelvie. A selfie junky, long haired, sweaty-rat-like homosexual twelve year old. And I hated myself. Gosh dont i sound horrible. I went from first hearing the word, 'Gay' to now wearing it like my own. Fuck yeah I was the gay kid, you're god damn right I was. This wasnt over, this is only just beginning. Cause you see, the trick I fell down was, believing that finding true happiness comes at the age of 12, pro tip it doesnt. The year goes by, a few death threats, a near death, a near boyfriend, a near girlfriend, 2 girlfriends. I was so scared omg. MANY CRUSHES, many heart breaks. much disappointment. and finally down, to graduation. we graduate. we leave. we. dont. look. back. The final time I saw this guy I turned away and walked off. I didnt cry, I didnt tear, I cried to the first girl I could truely say I liked. How the days have changed. She changed, she changed me. I sit here crying now thinking of how stupid it was, only grade 7. It wasnt the buildings, it wasnt the school. It was the memories that lay within these areas. I wouldve much have rathered being thrown, into a concrete wall, being called gay, then being somewhere new. It had finally hit me. The old has gone, the grade has left. We drove off, into the distance. The gay kid planted in my brain, who knew where it would grow. who knew where it would take me. Who knew who was next to come. And boy wasn't he a nightmare.
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Ghost Adventures Slash FanFiction 1. part - Nick
Part 1. - Nick -
How do you feel without me, love? Do you still remember me? Tell me... what is on your mind, when you see the old photos of you and me together? Can you still feel my presence, when you go to bed? Can you still feel my hands on your chest?
I remember everything. Every moment.
Zak. That name echoes in my mind every day. It has been a long time, since I last saw you. And now... after all these months and days... its just me and you again.
I stumbled opon you in this dark hallway, while I was trying to find out, if the ghost stories that I heard were real.
"Zak...? Is that you? What are you doing here, man?"
"Im searching for ghost. And what are you doing here in this place?"
"The same thing, I heard some ghost stories about this place and I was just curious, if they are real or not. Why are you alone here? Where is Aaron? Why dont you have a camera?"
"This ghost hunt is just for me, its not because of Ghost Adventures. I just wanted... to be alone. I just wanted to do some investigating without cameras and stuff. Just me and my ears and a digital recorder. It makes me calm. And what about you?"
"Well... Im here for the same reason. I just wanted to be alone for a while..."
"Alone... just with some ghosts around," you smiled.
Your smile. The most beautiful smile, that I have ever seen. How cute...
"And how are you?" you asked.
What do you want to hear from me? What do you want me to say? Do you want me to admit, that I miss you every day? That you are the first thing that is on my mind when I wake up and the last thing when I go to sleep? A song came to my mind...
"Don't chase ghosts, don't get too close,
Don't get caught, don't get spent
Don't get bought
Don't sell out, don't get bent
Don't fuck your best friend...
If everything is just the way it should be
Why am I... why am I still hungry
Be like Water
Don't be shy, don't shut your eyes
Don't get high
Expand your Mind.
Don't keep in touch, don't touch yourself
Don't ever want to be somebody else.
When everything is bad as it can be
Never be never be angry
Be like Water
Must be the answer you want
I'm not your slave
I'm not the one who burnt you out
Fucked you up and put you on
Broke you down
Ask someone else
To be that someone
I can't be that someone who can
Be like Water
Why can't I be the answer you want?"
We want answers... That's what you say now, when Im not working with you and Aaron anymore. Do you realy want to hear my answer?
"Well, I'm fine... and you?"
"Yeah... I'm fine too..."
I lied. And you lied too, it could be heard from your voice. You were the first, who did leave! So I stayed with my wife. I was hoping, that it will help me to get rid of all these confusing thoughts, that I had about me and you. I do not consider it as a mistake, but...
"So... would you like to investigate this place with me?" you asked.
Oh God. I ran away from you and this Ghost Adventures Crew stuff, because it was the only thing I knew that would help me to kill this overwhelming love that I felt. But... now I feel, that it has not gone away. Its still there. It was here all the time, slowly consuming me from the inside of my heart and soul. I was just acting like if everything, that happened between me and you was not true.
"Yes."
Yes. Thats the only thing that I want to do now. To be alone with you, here in this pitch black darkness, in this creepy hallway filled with mean and evil spirits. I just want to be with you...
"Dont be afraid," you said, "I think there is nothing to worry about. I mean that there are no demons, that would possess me or you."
We went to the staircase at the end of the hallway. My heart started to beat wildly, as I heard some noises coming from upstairs.
"Wow, did you hear that?" you asked.
"Yeah, I did. It sounds like some voices..."
"Yeah, it does. Do you want to go upstairs?"
"Alone???"
"No... Im in this with you. Come on, lets go upstairs together."
"Who are you? Show yourself in front of us! Speak to this digital recorder, so we can hear your voice! Is there anything, that you would like us to know? Talk to us!"
I love your strong voice. But I like it more, when you whisper. Like in the Manresa Castle episode of Ghost Adventures, that I watched last night. You were lying in the bed and whispering to the ghost. Your voice was so soft, it sounded the same as when you were whispering to me...
"Nick... come to me, now! Can you feel that? Its freezing right here! Come, take my hand, I'll show you where the icy cold spot is."
You grabbed my hand and I nearly fainted.
"Are you ok?"
"Yes, I am... I just... I just felt..."
And then all went black.
I woke up in a bed. I felt the soft cushions, but I was afraid to open my eyes. Where am I? Im in a hospital? I felt the presence of someone sitting near to me.
"Nicky... are you ok? Please, wake up. Talk to me... please... Nicky... Please, dont leave me..."
I opened my eyes.
"Zak... Im ok... Im fine... What happened?"
"Nick... Thank God... you are awake... You passed out, so I took you to the hospital. You were unconscious for three hours. The doctor said it happened due to a total exhaustion. I didnt tell him, that I think a ghost drained all your energy."
"Oh... yeah, I feel a little bit tired... Thank you for not leaving me there."
"I would never do that!"
"Really?"
"Nick... I - would - never - do - that! Oh God, I was so afraid that I could lose you..."
You caressed my face and then embraced me. I had to shake your hands off, because I could not handle my feelings.
"Whats wrong?"
"Zak... I cant... Please, dont touch me... I'm afraid of what it is doing to me... I never forgot the night, when... you know..."
I saw the blush on your face. The shy smile.
"Im afraid that I still love you. But this love is unwanted. You didnt want to live this way, so I quitted the crew. Because of you. Because of me. So we can live normal lives with normal relationships."
"Nicky... you didnt notice that? I dont have a relationship... Im still into you... I never stopped loving you... I just didnt know what to do with my feelings... Thats why I didnt want to continue with this..."
"What? Why didnt you say anything about it? We could talk about it! I would understand it, I felt the same way. Our friendship would not be ruined by this! You said that you hate yourself, when you are with me! That you cant live this way. That you dont love me! Why did you say that?"
"I... I thought that when I will hurt you, you will leave me and everything will become normal... Because you started to act weird and I felt there is something, thats affecting you, something, thats not from this world, something different and dark... So I said, that I dont feel anything for you... And you left... But nothing was alrigt, I just acted that way, so no one would notice that there is something wrong with me... Nicky, I feel that there is something that owns me, maybe a spirit or a demon, that doesnt allow any woman to stay with me. It doesnt want anyone near to me! I didnt want that... something... to hurt you, just because I love you... This is the real reason, why I was so mean and why I wanted you to go away from me and leave our crew. I thought it would be easier for both of us, when you would start to hate me..."
"You and your f--king demons! Are you kidding me? You are lying!"
"No, Nicky, Im not... I swear..."
Was that sadness in your eyes? Were you really telling me the truth?
"There is nothing in the world, that I would want more than to touch you, be with you, having you by my side every day, every night... I cant sleep, I cant eat... All what Im thinking about is you and that one night... Nick... I never wanted... I dont know, what to do..."
I remember the night you were talking about. I said "Take that shirt off...". That black tight shirt. I think black is your favourite colour. I love your style. Black shirts with crosses, gothic coats, the little winged skull you are wearing on your neck, the tattoo that is peeking out of your shirt... Sometimes I imagine you as a vampire, that is about to bite my neck. You took your shirt off and I could see the muscles on your chest, on your arms and I was about to go crazy... You pressed me against the wall and kissed me wildly, violently, with passion... Your mouth tasted so sweet... I embraced you and you pushed me to the bed... It was so hot... I started to losing my mind, when you grabbed me... I really need to stop thinking about it...
"Can you forgive me, Nick? Please, forgive me..."
"I'll forgive you, Zak, but only under one condition..."
"What is it? Tell me! I will do anything, that you want me to do..."
"Kiss me... Kiss me, Zak. Kiss me again. For the last time..."
You leaned to me slowly and closed your eyes, blush was on your cheeks and I saw that you are trembling. Your lips brushed mine slowly, before your tongue entered my mouth with a passionate force. It was so intense that I could not catch my breath. I felt your right hand on my back and your left hand on my thigh, you squeezed it almost painful, but I like that that way. You know it. You know that I like the passion mixed with pain and how it is driving me insane. You know me so well... And it is scaring me to death... No one knows me better than you... You moved your lips to my neck, I couldnt help myself, I moaned out loud...
Suddenly I heard a knocking on the door. I pushed you away just a second before the one who knocked went inside. The nurse came in.
"Mr. Groff, you can go home. We made some tests and it seems like you were extremely exhausted, but thats all. There is nothing to worry about, but you need to rest for some days."
"Oh, thank you..."
"And... well... I know you two guys like to hunt ghosts... you should come to this hospital and do some EVPs, there is a ghost of a little boy that cries in the night, we are always searching for him, but no one is there... Would you like to investigate it here?"
"Oh... yes... that would be awesome, thank you."
The nurse smiled at us with a strange smile and then she left. Did she notice something? The heat around us? Your red face or my misty eyes? Or even worse... Did she notice that something that was growing bigger in my pants?
"I hope she didn't see anything, Zak..."
"Well, I think she saw something... maybe... But it doesn't matter to me. Come on, let's get out of here. I will take you home. I'll take care of you."
"Home?"
"Yeah... Im taking you to my house."
"But what about my wife?"
"She went to see her mother... I called her and said, that we are going to have some beers, like two old friends..."
"And what did she say? She didnt want to talk with me?"
"No, she just said 'Have fun, guys. Take care of my husband. Ill be back in a week.'"
A whole week with Zak? Did my dreams just came true? Oh, wow... this could be a wild week...
"Well... alright then. Lets go."
A week with Zak... Im wondering what will happen...
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ask your destiny to dance [6] {Roger Taylor}
[masterpost]
“What are you doing here?” Ash’s voice is hostile, and Roger waits with his snare in his arms, just around the corner of the building. He’s not following her, or at least, he didn’t mean to; he’s just packing up his drums, like he did after every show. Sure he was a bit earlier than usual but that didn’t mean anything.
“Sweet girl, I wanted to see you.” The voice is teasing, like she should have know this already, masculine, low, and it makes Roger nauseous. Finally he peers around the edge of the building and catches a better glimpse of the man from the bar, who is now standing less than a foot from a tense and confused Ash who leans against the door to the bar.
“You- why?” Already her voice has softened, but it seems he still makes her uncertain, if the tense set of her shoulders is anything to go by. But then the man’s reaching out, resting his hands on her upper arms. “You’re not mad at me?” She asks, relaxing under his touch, looking up at him with her big, brown eyes. Something in Roger’s gut twists at the sight.
“Of course not, baby girl.” He’s got her accent, Roger realises, and something in his chest tightens as the man places his hands on her shoulders coaxing her away from the door so he can wrap her up in a hug. Roger can see her trembling as she hugs him back, a soft confusion written all over face. “I’ve missed you.” He tells her, voice a murmur, but in the crisp, night air, it’s loud enough that even Roger hears.
“Why are you here, Gus?” Ash is the one who steps back, out of his grip, leaning back against the door. Roger can see her hands shake when she pulls half a cigarette from her breast pocket.
“I wanted to see you again, make sure you’re okay.” And the man, Gus, takes her hands, gently taking the cigarette stub and throwing it away before he laces his fingers with hers. She doesn’t even protest.
“And Kira?” She’d asked, voice so soft that Roger almost didn’t catch it, and the man in question shook his head with a smile as he leaned in, murmuring something that only she could hear, pressing kiss to her cheek.
“Oh, my sweet girl, you look so good.” He mused, voice growing a little louder, stepping back to admire her, and though Roger wants to gag at his tone, syrupy and full of obviously fake revere. Ash actually giggles, and not insincerely. “As beautiful as the day I met you.”
“You think so?” Voice uncharacteristically young and hopeful, it’s so unlike her that Roger’s pushed to the end of his patience, and rounds the corner with his drum in hand, not even acknowledging the pair as he heads for his van, though the way Ash jumps back from the man as if he’d burned her, it does little to ease the discomfort in Roger’s chest.
“Hi!” Suddenly flustered, Ash moves around Gus to stand between him and Roger. He’s not really sure why she’s bothered, there’s so much distance between the back door and the van, but he thinks it might be so that they look less suspicious. It’s not working.
“Hey.” Roger says, tone clipped as he says it, fumbling for his keys as he opens the back doors of the van.
“This is, uh, August.” She’s aware of how strange it sounds, how guilty her words come out, and when Roger’s sat his drum inside the van, he finally turns to get a good look at the man. The man with a hand on Ash’s shoulder, making direct, unflinching eye contact with Roger, smirking.
“August, this is Roger, he’s in the band.” There’s a waiver to her voice that Roger doesn’t like, and he can’t bring himself to smile at her. Everything feels so wrong, and Ash looks so guilty, like she’s been caught red handed.
He’s handsome by any definition, but not by Ash’s usual one. High cheek bones, hair gelled up into a neat quiff with a few sparing grey strands running through it that only served to make him look more distinguished, as did the dark, well groomed stubble on his jaw. He looks to be in his late 40s, in a pressed, well tailored suit, and shoes that Roger would consider too formal for even an explicitly formal event, so out of place in the dingy, pub setting. And his hand is still on Ash’s shoulder.
Roger doesn’t want to think about why it puts him on edge, just knows that it does. August takes long, deliberate strides before he reaches Roger, holding out his hand.
“August Reid.” His smile was sharp, and when Roger took his hand, he held it a little too tight, a show of dominance. “You guys played very well.” It’s the least sincere compliment Roger’s ever received; he wants nothing more than to punch August in his smug face.
“Roger.” After a beat, he leaned against the edge of the van, crossing his arms. “So how do you know Ash?”
“Ashley.” August correct automatically, and Roger can see the way Ash flinches out the corner of his eye, still looking a little mortified, avoiding looking at both of them. August doesn’t see it, his smile widens just a little bit, all sharp teeth. “I taught her back at Saint Andrew’s, I thought I’d stop in while I was in town.”
“He was my Art History professor.” Ash confirms from behind him, and Roger freezes where he’s looking at her. He’s never seen her like this before, demure, shy; she’s always consciously made an effort to appear larger than life, to compensate for her size and sweet looks, but now she looks so young. She can’t even bring herself to meet his gaze, but he can tell she doesn’t know he saw their earlier exchange, if she did know, he thinks she probably wouldn’t be so honest about that.
“Oh,” is all Roger can say, before he snaps out of it, moving past where August is trying to be intimidating, up to Ash who’s leaning against the back door, “Rocket, can you move, I’m trying to pack up.” She doesn’t even fight him on it, tell he can walk around the front the same way as he got here. With the door opens, he hesitates, reaches out to touch her arm, and when she looks at him her expression is surprised as he tilts his head in a silent question, asking if she’s okay.
“What?” She snaps, frowning and shifting out of his grip, a spark of her old fire returning. Roger’s moment of softness receded with his eye roll and he lets the door slam closed behind him. Part of him knows that August was watching the exchange. By the time he’s pulled down the rest of his equipment and is ready to haul it out, Ash is behind the bar, cheery as ever, and August is nowhere to be found.
“I thought you were studying fashion.” Brian muses into the balmy night air. The band had stayed until last call, intrigued about the newcomer, waiting until Ash was taking out the trash for the night to ask her, the four of them chatting around the van, Mary looking quite tired and leaning against Freddie, but enjoying their company..
“I am.” Ash agreed, seemingly back to her old self now that August had left, grinning like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “This isn’t my first go at uni.” She admitted, and Freddie nodded, passing Mary his lit cigarette.
“I thought he was a talent scout or something; he’s well dressed.” Brian half smiled, and Ash chuckled, shaking her head at him, smile bright. "What was his name?” He asked, and Ash looked a little shocked, looking to Roger, who was suddenly avoiding her gaze.
“Rog didn’t tell you guys?” She asked, smile fading a little into confusion, and Roger snorted out a laugh.
“Told them he seemed like a prick.” He scoffed around his cigarette, and Ash flushed, frowning at him.
“Oi, don’t be mean, Rog! It’s just how he is, he’s always been a bit of a-” and for the barest moments they lock eyes and Ash turns a hilarious shade of pink, they both somehow know what she was about to say, he’s always been a bit of a dominant one, but she can’t bring herself to say those words out loud. She doesn’t want to say it for how it would sound, how it would make the others suspicious, but she knows Roger already is, even if she doesn’t know the full extent; it would be funny if the implication didn’t make Roger’s stomach turn, “a bit of an alpha male, you know.” After a beat, she clears her throat. “But yeah, Doctor Reid is my old Art History professor.”
It doesn’t escape Roger the way she doesn’t say his first name.
“What made you change your mind?” Mary yawns, passing the cigarette back to Freddie, and Ash fixes her with a fond smile. Since Freddie had introduced the women, they’d become fast friends, and Roger had never seen anyone as ready to fight as Ash when the dudes start leering at Mary.
“This was the only place that I could do what I wanted to.” And it sounds so honest that Roger’s tempted to believe it, if not for the memory that surfaces.
It’s her, a few months ago, bathed in moonlight, her head on his chest and his arm around her, ‘I was kicked out of uni once before, you know?’ her voice is thoughtful and he laughs, a little incredulous, asks how, but she’s grinning at him with that wicked smile of hers, and does a good enough job of distracting him that he doesn’t even realise she doesn’t give an answer.
“I’m surprised you even remember his last name,” Freddie laughs, “she couldn’t name a single lecturer on our timetable this semester.” And the others laugh, but Ash just rolls her eyes.
“I don’t want to know their names, it’s not like we’re gonna be friends,” but she does concede after she turns to head inside, “Doctor Reid is a friend of my dad’s, I’ve known him since I was sixteen.” And she smiles so blithely it somehow takes some of the shock out of her statement for Roger, who chokes on the smoke of his cigarette.
“How did he know you were here?” John’s question cuts through Roger’s spluttering, and Ash stops in her tracks.
“What?” She asked, suddenly confused, a little defensive, as she turns back.
“How did he know you’d be here?” He asks again, so calm and unflinching, not looking away from the sudden flicker of doubt that cross Ash’s face.
“It was coincidence, Deaky; just luck is all.” She says, but her smile doesn’t reach her eyes. She heads back inside.
The next time they play there, he’s back, and Ash is a sweet, flustered mess, and the dichotomy of this, and who Roger knows her as, is a little shocking. Even Maureen seems concerned, though she doesn’t say anything.
“He’s too old for you.” Roger makes it out the back before Ash does during her usual post-gig break. August went home halfway through the night, and Ash had returned to her normal bright, if a little sultry, bar-persona.
“Excuse me?” She snapped as the door slammed closed, and she looked to where Roger was sitting on her usual milk crate.
“You heard me.” Roger responded, something easing in his chest at the comfort of hearing the hostility in her voice that she’d used when they’d first met. It also hurts a little, to think how he’d prefer the hostility to the cute, blushy mess that August brings out in her. “I saw how he looked at you.”
“Watch your accusations.” She snapped, but there was actual anger in her words, which surprised Roger. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” She growled, and it was cold hostility; it wouldn’t lead anywhere fun, and Roger didn’t know how to face this. “I’m an adult, dickhead, so don’t think I can’t make my own decisions.” And her accent’s a little stronger, but her words take a moment to process. “He’s a friend-”
“He calls you baby.”
That shocks her into silence, and after a moment, a cruel, cold smile spread over her face. They both know, now, that Roger knows exactly what’s going on between her and August. He’d never been good at anything apart from blurting out exactly what was bothering him, and this time was no different.
“Are you jealous? Were you eavesdropping on us? What the fuck?” And there’s no warmth in her harsh laughter. “This is why I don’t do casual.” She spits, and Roger’s whole face lights up with shock, and he barks out a laugh.
“Jealous? Oh Ashley,” and when he says it, she flinches again, and he regrets using the name almost immediately, but he can’t help digging himself deeper, “no, I’m just interested in what a goddamn doctor, who’s almost fifty, mind you, is doing being interested in a girl like you.”
He watches as she actually has to take a step back, her mouth falling open in shock, eyes suddenly shiny with tears, and he knows he’s fucked up.
“A girl like me...” She whispers it with a laugh, smiling sadly, before finally meeting his gaze. “He... he likes me, Roger.” And fuck, she sounds so vulnerable it’s like a punch to the gut. “After everything I’ve done, he fucking likes me.” And after a beat, she stepped forward. “He still thinks I’m good, and that’s all that matters.”
She cuts her own break short, slamming the door as she heads back inside, leaving Roger to the silence of the car park.
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