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knwatchesninjago · 2 months

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S1E12 The Rise of the Great Devourer

HELLLLOOOOOOOOOOO NINJJAGOOOOOOOOOOO

Look who livessss!!!

Welp i gtg soon so imma just get straight to it, lolll!!

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JIUHYGTFRDDFCGHJBKK

JAYYY

U DO NOT PUT SALT ON THE SANDWICH

and he didn't even put the slat on the inside parts.... he put it on the BREAD?!?!?!!!!

that's it.... im done questioning ninjago

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MY BABBYYYY!!!!!!

Why is he soo tiny? 😭💞

How can Pythor look at that baby and hurt him?

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Ok... time out... I'm back to questioning ninjago again....

WHAT MATERIAL IS THAT ANCHOR MADE OF!?!?

its right above lava....

apparently this volcano is also THREE BAJILLION DEGREES!??!?

ummm... forget the anchor... how in the world did the Destiny Bounty survive?!?!? And the ninjas!?!?

*sighs once again at ninjago logic*

(or the lack of it)

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#Greenie

(boy do i miss my old tag of #Lloydster_Enters_The_Scene.... too bad the lloydster wont be coming back anymore :'( )

OKAY TIME OUT!!!

The deep voice in the beginnng made me cackle 🤣

I was soo set on editing after I watched that, but im on a time crunch due to my bet with my friends soooo...

loll

Also... where are the ninjas' braincells? Who in their right mind would let a 7 year old fly a ship all ALONE??!?

sigh

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#SiblingBonding

Wwhen i ws watching this scene i really couldnt help but laugh when I saw the plank, loll. Dang, Wu... u reallly would make ur students walk a plank? Lolll

But all jokes aside... Kai... you really have some strong feet...

My little gremlin is sooo smalll 😭

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#Stop Discriminating Against Snake-People

Okay... okay.

This is my biggest complaint.

Look I get it that the serpentine are the "bad guys" in this season, but... EXCUSSE ME?!?!!?!?

The only snake that deserves to be punished is Pythor. Actually...no. Even he deserves a break.

No one deserves to be locked up underground. Did you see the cave he was stuck under? It was full of skeletons. And Pythor was the oly one alive....

that has a lot of implications. The guy had to probably eat his fellow snakes in order to survive... the snakes were treated horribly.

Now I dont remember exactly why they were forced underground but if my memory serves me right... was it bc of some war?

But like... I bet there were so many innocent snakes as well, right?

Like looks at these babies:

i'm pretty sure these snakes are ment for comedic relief but stilll... some of them are sooo sweet 😭

And.... Cole..... blackberryy.... u did NOT have to shoot Skales....

Honestly with that kinda blast i have no idea how Skales even survived that, lolll.

Also... WU!!! WHAT THE HECK DUDE?!?!??

WHat was this for??!??

Why didn;t you let Pythor leave?!

Why are you trying to get both yourself and Pythor killed?!?

I know that it was trying to give off the vibe that Wu was "sacrifising" himself or something, but imo, it was just plain stupid.

But then again, im giving too much critizism to a kids show. No kid out there is analyzing the show like i am, so ur off teh hook this time, lol.

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Also... y'all... this mailman deserves the world.

He is so dedicated to his job. Plus he's old.

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I'll leave you with this:

#Never_Pause_Ninjago

lolll

Byeeeee!!! Cya laterr!!! <3333333

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EDIT:

Oh wait!! I 4got to add this:

#My fav quotes

"But Sensei"

"Butts are for sitting"

(excuse me??!? wasn't there a yellow color or something? or am i remembereing wrong?)

"You are like the sunrise, we can not begin a day without you"

Zane sweetiee... ur too precious for the world!! <333

alright byeeee

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#ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago jay #ninjago cole #ninjago zane #ninjago kai #ninjago wu #ninjago rise of the serpentine #ninjago rise of the snakes #ninjago season 1 #never pause ninjago #sibling bonding #stop discriminating against snakes #gremlin lloyd #Rewatching Ninjago with KN #questioning ninjago

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l3verz · 7 months

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hello, again - a nalu fanfic

synopsis: lucy heartfilia recently moved back to her hometown after leaving for the big city 6 years prior. she then runs into familiar faces like natsu dragneel- her old best friend- in the worst way possible. now trying to rekindle their friendship, will it develop into something more than just best friends?

chapter 2: the past 857 words (short, ik, but i'm gonna start out short just to feel it out for now)

- last moments from chapter 1...

I put my money into the vending machine and pressed the button for my soda. It dropped loudly in the machine, and when I opened it, it sprayed all over my face! How hard was this shaken beforehand?!

"ARE YOU OKAY LUCY?!" Levy asked frantically, "Hold up, I'll-"

She was caught off by someone bursting out into a fit of laughter. I turned my head to see the person and was shocked. He was bent over holding his stomach from laughing hard, and even though his face wasn't showing, I could tell who it was just from the hair color.

"Natsu...?!"

He finally stopped laughing and looked up. His face went blank as he looked at me with his mouth open wide.

"Lucy...?"

Lucy pov

We both stared at each other for a few seconds before Levy broke the silence, "you two know each other?" He broke the borderline staring contest and adverted his eyes away from us. "Yeah, from when we were younger." He was looking away from us but I could still see the hurt in his eyes.

"Were you guys friends?" Levy asked.

"No," he answered. I held my breath as my heart sank down all the way to my feet. Did I hurt him that bad? "We were best friends."

"Ohh okay... interesting..."

We stood there in awkward silence for a few more seconds until Natsu walked off into the boy's bathroom and came back with a few paper towels. "You should probably take these." He held his hand out with the paper towels for me to take. He was adverting his eyes to the side so we couldn't make eye contact. "Thank you... you di-"

I was cut off by the loud sound of someone shouting Natsu's name. I look in the direction it came from and see none other than the infamous Gray Fullbuster. We only talked back then because he was also friends with Natsu. He started marching down the hallway, his raven hair slightly bouncing from the fast pace. "Did you take my-" he stopped and looked at me, "Lucy? What're you doing here? And why are you wet..?"

"I transferred here for my last year of high school. I decided it would be better in some place I actually feel at home at I guess." I replied.

"Yeah, and she likes getting sprayed in the face with sodas now." Natsu said in a snarky tone. I rolled my eyes, "Totally."

"Well, I look forward to doing that in the future but now I gotta steal Natsu from you guys real quick. Cya." Gray grabbed Natsu's wrist and dragged him down the hall into a room I'm assuming is their shared dorm.

I sighed and turned to face Levy, "I think it's about time we leave." She nodded in agreement and we walked back to our room in a comfortable silence.

Natsu pov

I walked was dragged into my room with Grays hand tightly holding my wrist, "Dude, will you let go?! That hurts!" I yelled.

"I was DOING you a favor dumbass. I saw Lucy and knew you didn't want to be there because of that look on your face. You should be thanking me!"

"What look on my face?"

"The same look you give when you actually have to do school work"

"You mean my sexy, smart-looking face?"

"NO? Your 'I don't want to do this' face. Plus, you don't have a 'sexy, smart-looking face. You're too stupid for that."

I sighed and patted his shoulder, "I'll just ignore that last part since you saved my ass right now, thanks."

"Yeah, no prob." He patted my shoulder back and went to go sit at his desk, and I went to go lay on my bed. "So... what's with you and Lucy? You never really told me what happened."

I sat up and looked down at my hands, "To be honest, I don't really know. It kinda just happened."

Natsu pov - 5 years prior

I stared down at my phone, looking at my messages with Lucy:

Natsu hey whats up - June 17th, 12:17 p.m. u ok? u havent really been texting - June 17th, 7:54 p.m. did i do smth wrong? - June 18th, 8:24 a.m.

Lucy sorry, i've been busy. - June 19th, 5:36 p.m. no, you didn't do anything wrong. - June 19th, 5:36 p.m.

Natsu its fine - June 19th, 5:37 p.m. why are you so busy? - June 19th, 5:37 p.m. lucy? - June 20th, 8:07 a.m. can you pls answer - June 21st, 8:32 a.m. hello? - June 23rd, 2:02 p.m. ? - June 30th, 10:11 a.m. NOT DELIVERED

What happened with her? Did I do something? I know she said I didn’t, but she could be lying.

Am I the problem, or is she?

Lucy pov - present day

Levy had left to go see her boyfriend, who I’m assuming is the guy in the picture. It’s kind of scary thinking about it; she’s so petite, while he’s so large and buff.

I started unboxing all my stuff and putting them into their respective areas.

I purposefully didn’t open the smallest box till last- the box containing all my un-mailed letters to Natsu within the past 3 years. The letters I was too scared to mail, thinking he may hate me and wouldn’t want to see them, wouldn't want to think of me more. And then now I’m back here in Magnolia, taking a more tremendous step than sending out measly letters.

I picked up the box and fiddled with it for a second. Was I ready to let go of the past, and move on to the future? Would Natsu be able to do the same? I wanna be his friend again. No- best friend.

I looked at the trash bin next to my desk, and threw away the ugly past.

A/N: HELLOOO!!!! idk if ppl are actually gonna read this but if you are- tysm for reading! i'm actually not sure if i'm being too ambiguous with my writing or not. like, i want it to be very discrete for now so juiciness in the future but idk if it's too confusing now, or it's fine. i'm also not sure if it's boring LOL. pls tell me. also half of this isn’t proof read bc i was too lazy to 😭

#nalu #natsu x lucy #natsu dragneel #natsu #lucy #lucy heartfilia #nalu fairytail #fairy tail #fairy tail 100 years quest #nalu fanart #nalu fanfiction #nalu fandom #gray fullbuster #levy mcgarden #anime #anime and manga

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justyoursicanon · 1 year

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'iya, i found your account relatively fast and i love how you write, can you maybe do a story of a christmas party with everyone (saxton hale, ms pauling, the administrator, and the entire tf2 gang)

thanks so much!!

Awh why thank you anon! And I appreciate the feedback on my writing! Its always a pleasure to hear that I've done a well job on giving people well written content! :D

That being said, here is your request! Quite a long one but I hope you like it! :]

You may start reading! ^^

"Pyro! Keep your flamethrower steady there partner! Don't want to burn the cookies before anyone gets to even taste em!" Engineer alerted to the arsonist. Pyro, who had lowered the gas of their beloved flamethrower, nodded happily and replied with a muffled "You got it!" Engineer just chuckled, and turned back to cutting more of leftover cookie dough, using his mechanical hand to fix his turtleneck as his other hand pushed onto the cookie cutter.

"Yo hardhat! Ms. Pauling and Hale are coming soon, just wanted ya to know so you don't gotta rush much when they actually pop up yknow?" Scout came by, glancing at Pyro's freshly warmed up cookies and giving the masked merc a thumbs up. "Well thanks Scooter, do me a favor and gently put these in a pan would ya?" "You got it." And as requested, the Scout gently grabs and places them onto the steel pan, poking them away from each other to create space to each other as to not make them stick once they start baking.

Scout proceeds to push both filled pans into the even,clapping hs hands to dust away the excess crumbs. "Thanks again there son, why don't you go ahead and help Slim with the tree? Think I saw him havin a hard time putting a few ornaments up." Scout snorted at the mention, imagining the marksman on his tiptoes as he tries to hang the different colored decorations. "Alright, I'll go check on Legs and make sure he ain't climbing the damn thing. Cya!" Before Engineer could say his own goodbye, Scout was already gone.

Chuckling, Engineer fixes his goggles and glances at the cookies before hurrying to wrap the rest of his gifts for his friends.

"Merry Swissmass Miss Pauling and Mister Hale, very delighted that you could join us!" Medic greeted as both Miss Pauling and Saxton Hale arrived. To everyone's surprise, Miss Pauling was for once not wearing the usual purple button up dress and and instead wore a nice lavender sweater, paired with a mint scarf around her neck, but still had her classic bun.

As for Hale, he was actually wearing a shirt, a maroon button up with the sleeves rolled up and dark brown shorts, along with his girlfriend, Mags, who wore a brown coat and a red sweater.

"Glad to see you guys too and look, someone else decided to come." As she stated, she gently places a small tv to the counter, turning it on. As static alarmed the room, the sigh of the Administrator appeared, and shockingly in different clothing as well. "Good evening Fortress, I am only doing this once and once only so please make this quick as possible." The Administrator's voice came through. The mercs waved with smiles.

"Alright are we moving on tot he gifts or what?- Hey!" Scout asked, then got a playful shove by Sniper, who acted as if he did nothing at all as he sipped his low sugar hot coco. "What're looking at me for mate? Did nothing to ya." He muttered, obviously hiding a smile. "Why ya little-" "Now now son, don't wanna start a mess before the clock even struck!" Engineer warned, chuckling at Scout's exaggerated sigh and pout, catching the small glares the runner sent to his best friend while Sniper tries to stifle his laughter.

"Actually its already past 12, you all have been too busy talking to notice." Spy spoke aloud, checking his watch underneath his suit sleeve and buries more of his face into his large scarf. The other mercs turned surprised. How could have they missed the time?

"Well then, lets start now. Shall we?" Medic asks aloud, getting multiple agreements. "Cookie time!" Pyro yelled through his muffled mask in the kitchen as he raised his flamethrower in the air. "Pyro be careful with the cookies!"

Medic handed his first gift to Heavy, giving the Russian a soft smile ad Heavy ripped the wrapping paper. "Doktor got Heavy the book he wanted?.." Heavy muttered, genuinely surprised and thankful. "Well of course Misha! You would always talk about it, and it sounded very important to you. I had a few difficulties here and there but Ja, there it is." Heavy gently gripped the book, giving Medic a soft smile back. "Heavy is very thankful. Thank you Ludwig."

Spy removed himself from leaning on the wall in the corner of the living room, getting a small packaged gift out of his suit. He walks forward, nudging Scout's foot with his own. Scout pauses his little rant about on christmas disaster back in Boston to Sniper, and turns to look at Spy in confusion. "Merry Swissmas mon lapin." He states, handing the cleanly wrapped gift to his son. Scout raises an eyebrow but takes the gift, he eyes it before carefully ripping open the packaging and reveals a small sketchbook, about the size as Spy's disguise kit. "Since you have been doing art as of recent, this may be convenient rather then dragging around your rather large sketchbooks." Spy explains, blowing out a puff of smoke. Scout looks at the sketchbook then back at Spy, a smile breaks through his lips and he brings the masked merc into a hug. "Thanks Pa."

Spy freezes in his place, the smoke staying inside his lungs longer then expected. He gently pats the others back before stepping away and out the back door to smoke further. Scout just laughs and shakes his head.

"Miss Pauling." The voice from the monitor speaks up. Miss Pauling takes another bite of her cookie before placing it on the small pate and putting it aside. Turning to the monitor with a curious face. "As for this year's event. I have made the decision to be... Generous. And give from today to January 20th as your holiday. Now if you excuse me, I have more work to do. Merry Swissmas." And the monitor shuts off.

Miss Pauling was left speechless, the other voices in the background fading as she lets the information sink in. "Miss Pauling? Is everything alright?" Miss Pauling shakes her head, then turns to Mags with a tearful smile. "Everything is great, now lets go join the others." Mags smiled and walked along with her.

"Aye Solly! Pass me a cookie will ya?" Demo couldn't even finish his sentence as he was thrown 3-4 cookies from the Soldier. Which led to the other to yell and Soldier yelling back as he ran away from him.

The evening was wonderful, everyone laughing along and singing off tune to Engineer's guitar playing in the background. At some point Scout had convinced everyone to have a snow ball fight outside. Which was a great closing for the night.

The End ^^

#SiC anon writes #team fortress 2 #tf2 #tf2 scout #tf2 sniper #tf2 demoman #tf2 soldier #tf2 spy #tf2 heavy #tf2 pyro #tf2 medic #tf2 miss pauling #tf2 saxton hale #tf2 margaret #tf2 administrator

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rikasfundingassociates · 11 months

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[Found Chatlog] The Gamer.

This interview originally took place on February 4th, 2023.

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Just as before, the phone in front of you powers on once again, a bright screen shining back to life, with someone else off in their own world this time. Whoever is in front this time seems preoccupied for a while, minding their own business absentmindedly. They seem to be sat in a well-kept, yet room on the messier side. It seems to be a comfortable apartment, with a few sweaters scattered across a chair, or the bed, and a couple of small trinkets, or inanimate objects out of place. It isn't until long before they *do* eventually take notice of whoever's there to greet them, and when they finally do.. you can make out a smile being offered in your direction, with a curious gaze made your way, before they lean in to greet you.

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[GAMER]: omg. hello?? :0?!

HI give me your pronouns NOW RAHHHH

RAHHH!!!!! straight to the point ig!! lol he/they^^

what are your thoughts on this

that was actually me who commented

not on my watch

jk...

anon….can i call you anon…….anon we should hold hands

yea... u can... and we can..... omg.....

Wanna play fortnite

....... get away from me !

but no

anything but that game lol

U CAN CHOSE ANOTHER !^^

can we play mine craf...

...we can......yes.....!

have you ever heard of that one monkey who really wanted oranges and signed "give orange me eat you you eat orange give orange eat"

OH MY GOD I HAVE one of my favorite things ever tbh! ! !!!!

whats ur favorite flower if u have one

...hmmmm i like daisies. like, they come in super cute colors lol<3 or tulips. maybe that's basic!! lmao

wha abt fav food

omg. idk if I can choose. i like a lot of sweet foods though .. does cotton candy count ..?!

do you prefer the sun or the moon?

the sun!! nighttime feels too quiet .. it's always better when the sun's out imo

what's your thoughts on the heir?

i think were cool!!! :]

.Favourite game go!!!! ( time pressuring all the ppls /j)

hmm. idk id play Minecraft w u all..!! so I think that'd be my favorite.. :]

Whats your fav mob or aspect of it?

..i like the sheep. they're cute...

we should play Minecraft together anon

WE SHOULD!!!!!!!

If games never existed then what would u do?

ohh! well I've got plenty of things to keep me busy... they're a fun way to pass the time though^^ Finally , he seems to glance away for a moment, and realizes the time.

Your opinion on stardew valley?

hmmm.. it's cute. :] I like it ..!!!

do you have any hobbies other than gaming?

mhm! i have a lotta stuff.. you should try taking a guess , ..I bet I probably do it>:)

are you introverted or extroverted?

id like to say I'm extroverted! suprise!! I touch grass and play video games ...

do you have any opinions on the other groupchat members (ex hacker, actress, etc)

..in particular?? hm.. idk. I think they're all great ppl 2 be around, so, do with that what you will!!!!!

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You can faintly make out somebody waving goodbye, before he resumes typing.

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[GAMER]: ive like, totally gotta go now..<3.. it's so much later than I expected! hope we can talk again soon though .. I'll make sure we play 2gether.. cya!!<3

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Transcript provided by [UNKNOWN].

#kgrp #teaser

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fallenbars · 2 years

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I hope requests are still open! This is a different anon, but I'd love to see a sort of continuation to the insecure S/O with Swatch, maybe something related to making art or the reader thinking they're not as good as Swatch since I have a hc where Swatch is really good with anything art related, hope this isn't too vague, thank you!!!

SWATCH IMAGINES ||

The Dumb Things Series:7

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SWATCH

Swatch and the Swatchlings were going to host an event at the Color Cafe. In doing so, they needed a sign- But they all agreed on not doing one with just nice fonts and putting it out. Instead Swatch nominated himself to make one.

Swatch wanted to make art for the event sign that he and the Swatchlings were planning to put out the day it was going on. Since Swatch knew that you were also into art, he decided to call you in hopes for your creative input and possibly so you and him could work on it together. He enjoyed spending time with you, especially if it's something like this as that means he could most likely watch you light up as you went on about a bunch of artistic things. You were cute when you went on about your favorite topics and passions to him.

Unfortunately you had missed the first call..so he tried again. He was eagerly awaiting for you to pick up this time. And so you did after the second ring went in. "Hello?" You called out into the phone. "Hello, Y/N" A smile breached on to his face. "Have I caught you in a bad moment, dear?" If he planned on doing this project with you he didn't want to get in your way if you were already busy with something.

You couldn't help but let out a soft laugh on the other end of the phone. "No, not busy at all. If anything I actually don't have anything to do."

"I see, well, since you have nothing to do would you like to work on an art project with me, my light? It's going to be an event sign for the cafe." You hummed slightly, giving it a quick thought and then agreed. "Yeah! Sounds fun. When are we going to get started?" You asked.

"I was hoping to start today but as long as we get it done before next week then we should be good." You could hear clacking of plates being placed down and water running. You heard what he had said but with the noise in the background you couldn't help but ask what he was doing. "It's a little funny how you ask if I'm busy when it sounds like you are." A smile peeked up on your face, finding the situation slightly amusing.

He chuckled. "Just rinsing some plates off. That's all."

"Alright. So where are we going to do this project and what time?" You put the phone on speaker and stretched. Bones popping as you let out a relieved sigh of satisfaction. You couldn't see it but Swatch had completely come to a halt- Caught off guard by the noise.

"Swatch?.." why wasn't he talking? "My dear, you know I could hear that, correct?" You busted out laughing. "Sorry! Probably should've put it on mute." So that's why he went silent. "Does tonight sound alright with you? Say 6pm?..at my place." you took it off speaker and placed the phone back up to your ear. "Yeah, ok. I'll be there then."- "I'll see you tonight." You giggled. "Cya tonight."

As 6pm had struck, you were hurrying over to Swatch's place. You took a small nap to pass time but you had accidentally overslept a bit. Nonetheless! You were determined to make it over there as quick as possible.

You made it...about 7 minutes late that is. You were huffing and puffing as you had your hand on the wall to support yourself. You had ran just about as fast as you could- but you felt a little bad for not being on exact time. You knocked on Swatch's door awaiting an answer. A minute or two pass and you start to worry that he may not be able to hear the knocks. But just as the worry began to set in, the door opened up. A nice fragrant smell hit your nose.

Man did his house always smell amazing. Just as fast as you spaced out with the thought you collected yourself. "Are you ok? Did something happen?.." Swatch reached out to grab your hand, leading you to where he was which was in the house. "Uh, yeah?" Why was he asking if you were ok?

"I tried calling you after you didn't show up at 6. But you weren't picking up." How did I miss his calls? You pulled your phone out of your back pocket and checked it, realizing you had accidentally somehow put it on vibrate. 13 missed calls were on the front screen..

"I'm so sorry! I put it on vibrate without noticing." His facial expression shifted from concern to a Ohhhh moment.

You were practically in the house by that point since as you were talking to him he just dragged you(gently) over to him inside. He closed the door behind you two and held your hand as you followed him to his living room.

There sat a huge sign, markers, paints, brushes, colored pencils- You name it. Swatch looked over at you, already knowing how you'd react but it just didn't beat seeing you in person when your face lit up with joy seeing all kinds of artistic things you could use for this project.

He motioned over to everything. "Ready to get started?" He questioned. "Definitely." You said as you turned to him with a giddy smile.

You both sat down at his coffee table in the middle of his living room and were sitting next to each other. You grabbed a pencil and he followed just as you did. You both began discussing plans and ideas on what to do and how you'd like to do it. Everything was going rather well and you both finally decided on an idea you had come up with, took about an hour or two with the mixed conversation as you and him accidentally got side tracked here and there talking about different styles and different mediums.

"Now that that's been sorted out, are you ready to begin drawing out the first draft of the sketch for visual representation?" You gave a nod.

You grabbed a blank piece of paper and began sketching out the design. Looking over your shoulder the whole time was Swatch, as he sat there in awe as you drew.

You had finished your draft and showed it to him. A nod of approval came from him. "It looks wonderful." He said as he looked over at you. "Are you talking about the sketch or me?" You teasingly joked because of his timing when he glanced over at you.

He laughed- "Both." He stated. You just shook your head playfully and looked back down at your sketch. It does look really nice, huh. You thought.

Swatch got up and picked up the sign, placing it on the table after you hurriedly moved things off of it.

"Would you like to do the honors of putting your sketch on here?" You took a second to think on the question. I mean, you wanted to, yeah- But what if he wanted to be the one to do it?..."Rock-paper-scissors shoot!" You called out. You both faced each other and bawled your hands into fists. Both of you saying the games name and getting ready to see who was gonna win. "Shoot!" You and Swatch yelled in unison.

You pulled a rock while he pulled a paper. Dang. "Good sir, the honor has been bestowed upon you." You mimicked that of a bow in his direction. He couldn't help but laugh.

Swatch began sketching out your design on the sign. But as he was doing so, you noticed how he almost did it so effortlessly?... And his sketch to you seemed better than your own on the piece of paper. You couldn't help but feel a tinge of disappointment in yourself.

After the sketch process was done on the sign you both stared down at it. You were definitely impressed- You knew Swatch was good at art but you haven't actually seen him draw or paint Infront of you..let alone seen any of his pieces weirdly enough.

"This look ok to you, dear?" You looked over at him. "Yeah! It looks really good, Swatch!" Since the sketch was done on the sign you both continued onward with the project. It was time to start painting.

As the process was starting you and him were having quite a lot of fun- You would flick paint off the brushes at one another and smeared paint on each others clothes. You both looked like a mess.

Once you and him were done messing around, you got serious and began to work on the sign as intended. Admittedly, you were struggling with the painting.. Swatch didn't seem to notice and was hyper focused on what was Infront of him. You just watched as he painted, with every brush stroke he looked like he knew what he was doing and where to put down certain colors of paint. You held your breath for a second.. A little pang hit your heart. He seems a lot better at this than me..

You didn't mean to let your thoughts get the better of you. You felt a small wave of guilt hit you just because of the way you were feeling- It's not as if Swatch was trying to show off.

You looked at the brush in your hand and were genuinely debating if you should maybe put it down. Now you were just afraid of getting in his way...But he wouldn't have invited you over to help him if that was the case right?.. Your brain was giving you mixed signals of whether or not you were or weren't being a nuisance and halting any major progress. Your mood was depleting and you could feel it, now you were just hoping it wasn't showing on your face much even if you could feel it a bit there too.

You decided to continue on in the end, only because you didn't want Swatch catching you acting off.

As time was passing you couldn't help but feel worse, you just really wanted to put the brush down as you glaced more than once over at Swatch working. He was doing so well.. You accidentally let a small but quiet sigh escape your lips. It didn't go unnoticed.

Swatch was always on his toes and made sure everyone around him in the Color Cafe was well attended to, meaning any unpleased notion that was made he would catch immediately. No matter how busy he was. That also includes your own.

He immediately stopped, lifting his brush and turning his head towards you. You looked..sad. like something was wrong. He didn't like that and put his brush down, putting his full attention to you now. He thinks he may have realized his mistake- Maybe you were talking to him and he didn't notice somehow? No..that couldn't be it. If he heard you simply sigh how could he have not heard you talking to him? Something else must be wrong.

Swatch reached over to you, placing a hand on your shoulder blade. You jumped, as you were lost in your pestering self-doubting thoughts. You clenched your teeth slightly, trying to hold yourself together. "What's u-" You tried slapping on a fake smile with an attempted cheery tone but Swatch cut you off, pulling you into a gentle hug.

Crud, was all you thought. Guess you were too transparent- Swatch was also highly perceptive. It's hard to hide things form him to say the least.

"I can see that something's wrong." His hug slightly got tighter, but yet still gentle. It didn't feel Crowded or overbearing. He was making sure you felt as though you still had space. Your eyes felt like they were about to water, with a slight sting/burning feeling in your nose as a little urge was there to cry. There wasn't a reason to cry..so why did you feel like you were going to?... You brushed the feeling off as best as you could.

"Would you be open to talking with me, my Light?.." his words were soft. "No..no, I'm good." You responded but your voice was low and meek. There was no denying that sad bit in your own words that was noticable to both parties. "Your voice says otherwise, dear." He hummed thoughtfully. "I can't help with what's bothering you if you can't tell me, I sincerely don't like seeing you upset when I can help, my Love." He pulled away and put his hands on the side of your neck as he looked you in the eye.

Having him lock eyes with you certainly wasn't helping, so you looked to the side, anywhere but his eyes. "Love..." You were feeling uneasy with giving him the silently treatment but did you really want to tell him? That you were feeling small compared to him. That you were feeling bad because it was apparent that he was better at art than you? You felt like shrinking in on yourself.

Swatch let go of you, standing up in the process. Feeling his hands leave you snapped you back to reality as your mind had trailed off with those thoughts. You looked up at him as he walked behind you, you didn't have the nerve to see if he was walking away completely just before your question was answered. He wrapped his arms around you from behind and you felt his head laying against your back. His legs weren't on the sides of you, so you turned your head to see his legs were facing away from you. He was twisted and you knew it must've been uncomfortable.

He always had to make sure you were comfortable first and foremost. Even if that meant he wasn't.

You broke, how could you not? And the silent treatment was just making you feel awful. "I.." your words seemed stuck in your throat. Not really wanting to come out. You let out an annoyed huff, closing your eyes for a mere second to gather yourself and then opened them again. "I-I just feel like I'm getting in your way...I mean, look-" you lifted your arm and pointed towards your side of the sign then to his. Swatch moved his laying head from your back and looked over your shoulder to see what you were talking about. Then it hit him.

He knew what the issue was now. "My Light, I don't see a difference. I see your skillful talents placed on a side and mine on another. They're just waiting to meet now." Your brows furrowed. "Swatch, you don't need to say that to make me feel better. Its pretty obvious you're better than me." You cut straight to the chase.

"Did you put the same color of white I put down?" That's an odd question. "Yes?" You did- but why does that matter? "Did you use the same blue I did to shade?" You nodded, because you had. "We both used the same colors. We both used the same brushes. We both were working on this the same time. But what I'm trying to imply is that this was a team effort, there isn't 'I'm better' or 'You're worse'. There's no such thing as being better than another person. That person just simply has a little more understanding of that something but so will the other soon too." You were a bit confused on what he was trying to get at. "Dear, I'm no better than you. We just simply have different ways of doing our art. I've seen your pieces, their amazing. I, myself, have always wanted to do art the way you do. You have a lot of fun with it while mine always comes off stiff or serious. That's why this looks different, that's why it seems like I know what I'm supposedly doing- Our art styles are clashing but not in a bad way of course. My style leans strongly on realism while yours leans on more of a fluid end. Cartoony, semi- realism, however you'd like to describe your art. So you shade and color somewhat differently then me. But the way I do things is the way I'm use to, and know how to do, so I'm accustomed to it. That's why it seems like I know what I'm doing."

You felt the gears in your head turning, as they began to understand what Swatch was saying. "If I were ever asked to do the art you do, I simply would've struggled myself. I'm not accustomed to it. You see? We just have different ways of doing things and techniques to apply when making something. No one's better here. We're simply the same without completely realizing it, that's all. You know what you're doing when working with the style you have, just as I do." You felt calm, your body didn't feel as tense after Swatch was done talking. But you were still feeling bad about how you reacted earlier to the situation. So you turned your body enough where you could hug Swatch too. "I may not have completely understood what you said but I think I get what you were going for..thank you."

Swatch chuckled. "I know, I think I might've confused myself a bit there as well. And anytime, my dear." Swatch shuffled away from you and you moved back to give him space. He walked back to where his original spot was and sat down again. "Would you still like to finish this project with me?.." You let out a half laugh and smiled "Yeah, I would. If you don't mind that is-"

"I don't mind at all, I couldn't imagine finishing this with anyone else."

The rest of the evening you and Swatch stayed up late working on the sign. You had surprisingly completed it that very night while also sharing each others advise on certain art techniques and how to utilize them. But because you and Swatch worked so late on it, you had to spend the night there as you both were worn out. Cuddles on the couch worked out well to end tonight on, or should I say early morning?..

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A/N: This..is a little all over the place. I've been chipping at this over days at a time when it got sent in so it seems everywhere. Swatch seems a bit out of character here compared to how I wrote him(or so I think) and that's because I'm still figuring him out- as well as the comfort part. I personally struggle from time to time with my own style and I've had others in the past talk about theirs so I wasn't sure exactly how to write that part, apologies! :'' hopefully the analogy isn't that horrible-

#deltarune #x reader #reader insert #deltarune x reader #deltarune swatch #swatch deltarune #swatch #swatch x reader

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thesoulspulse · 3 years

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Regarding “Heterochromia...”

Hey! Iris here, hope you don’t mind if I borrow one of these “regarding” segments but I learned something really cool today I would love to share!

Before we get started, quick disclaimer, I wanted to find more research about this particular superstition but couldn’t really find much about the main two since they’re both religious in two entirely different cultures so please take the superstition part later on with a grain of salt. Everyone has their own beliefs and I’m not here to disrespect anyone if the cultures who believe these things are part of an actively practicing religion. If anything, I wish I could learn more about this, but it is what it is and I respect that!

With that out of the way, lets get started!

So, let’s be honest. One of the first things people notice when they meet me isn’t my quirky personality, its how strange my eyes are right? Well, in case you haven’t noticed I was born with Heterochromia, also known as “Heterochromia iridium” or “Heterochromia iridis.” So what I have is known as complete heterochromia, which means my eyes are both different yet solid colors. However, there are three types of heterochromia in total. The second is called “central heterochromia” which is when two different colors blend in with each other from around the iris then goes outwards. The third and final type is “sectoral heterochromia,” also known as “partial heterochromia,” which has mixed eye colors in random wedge-like sections.

In general though everyone is born with blue eyes in the beginning, even animals, but as we grow up there are chemical reactions in our eyes that change their colors based on our parents genetics. I won’t get into the exact science of it though since that’s a bit too complicated even for me, I just wanted to explain the general idea. Which reminds me! Fun fact, my parents named me Iris after the flower and its only after my eyes started turning different colors that it totally became a running gag in my family to say they named me Iris on purpose thanks to my different eye colors.

Now that you know the basics, lets move onto the superstitions shall we? So the first one is that in some Native American cultures having two different colored eyes means you could see into the heavens and the earth. Not sure what that means exactly, but I do have a hunch. I think its something about seeing the true nature of things usually hidden from the naked eye or something along those lines.

The second superstition is where things get interesting. In eastern European pagan culture, having two colored eyes was seen as a sign of witchcraft, aka of being a witch so as you might expect its called having “witch eyes.” As for the earlier one, those are called “ghost eyes” in some Native American cultures...

Personally, I like the “ghost eye” idea better since it sounds cooler. Plus after moving to Amity Park I’ve already been seeing lots of crazy paranormal activity. But then again, the whole town is kinda haunted-!

Whoops, sorry about that! Alarm clock went off so I better wrap this up! I’m going to check out a lead on the story I’d like to share in my next vlog episode. Anyway, hope you learned something cool today and don’t mind me rambling about this. Honestly I originally thought having two colored eyes was more of a cool looking anime trope than something with actual religious beliefs attached to it! Small world right?

And with that, I’m off to investigate my next story! Cya! Salutes before grabbing her skateboard and dashing out the door.

#danny phantom #danny phantom oc #oc #original character #regarding #iris brooks #heterochromia #ghost eyes #witch eyes #superstition #fun facts #thesoulspulse #thesoul'spulse #the souls pulse #the soul's pulse #vlogger #skater girl

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strawbunniiee · 3 years

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A Girl and a Ghost Ch. 3: The King’s Revenge

SOOOOO this is the part where the plot thickens :)

if anybody else wants me to tag them in these chapters so you know when they come out i will gladly do so andksnkfs

hope you enjoy! ive had tons of fun with writing these :D

dont mind me, just lettin my frendos know that this is a thing skfnkdjf

@salamifuposey @monsterbride99 aaAAA when i initially posted this i COMPLETELY forgot to do this a a a a a sorry

King Boo was furious.

How could that peasant, that foul impure abomination of a Boo do this to his beloved crown? It contained his power, it was so incredibly important to him...

And that filthy little purple haired brat! How could she so carelessly throw a rock at him like that?

He plopped his body down in a chair and marinated in his own rage for a few minutes.

After a few moments of enraged silence, he spoke.

"...I have got to get my revenge on those two. But... how will I do it?"

King Boo began to brainstorm a way to get the ghost Rabbid and his little idiot friend in hot water.

"Torture? No, no... one of them is a ghost. It wouldn't hurt him... Torture could be done with the little nuisance however. Perhaps a bit of childhood trauma will teach her not to mess with the wrong people." he thought aloud.

He spent almost fifteen whole minutes thinking of gruesome ways to get back at them, until it finally struck him.

"...Oooh, I know. I know exactly what to do now. It'll mostly affect that bloated rabbit, but I can still do some damage to his moronic pipsqueak pal."

He grinned maliciously and floated towards the doors of his manor.

"I'm about to open up some old wounds of yours, Tommy." he said to himself.

———

Meanwhile, Phantom was racing through the sky with Jawaii in his arms, panicking. He would never let King Boo lay his foul hands on her.

They were both absolutely dead silent the whole time until Jawaii opened her mouth.

"...Do you know that guy?"

Phantom halted for a moment and looked down at the young alien he held. "...Yes, I do, but I don't think I would like to go into detail at the moment. We have a very... rough history, I will say."

"Oh... I get it. It's okay, I won't pry. I understand." Jawaii said.

"Just remember that if King Boo ever tries to hurt us, I'll make sure he will regret it for the rest of his days." promised the Rabbid ghost. "I swear on it."

Phantom resumed his flight and soared down to the ground safely. He gently set her down in the grass.

"That was actually really fun! We should do that again sometime! ...without being scared off by an evil ghost, obviously. That would just make it less fun." said Jawaii.

"I'm glad you were entertained, I suppose... King Boo is quite intimidating. And rude." said Phantom.

Jawaii put her hands on her hips. "Well, yeah! I mean, he made fun of your weight! No friend of mine is getting made fun of like that!"

Phantom laughed a bit. "Oh, don't worry, I wasn't that harmed by that statement. I er, get that all the time."

She frowned. "Why do people tease you about that, that's dumb! Besides, I think you're perfect just the way you are!" She gave him a hug.

He hugged back and smiled. "Awww... thank you. I was born like this, I can't help it you see."

"You're a giant fluffy singing ghost bunny with a mustache, I have no idea how anybody could hate THAT! Cuz I don't."

"Oh, don't make me blush from all of these compliments!" said Phantom, smiling.

Jawaii jokingly grinned evilly. "Never. I'm gonna shower you in compliments 'til you DROWN!"

She cackled maniacally as she began relentlessly saying nice things about him with Phantom begging her to stop. Soon, it became a full-on flattery war to see who could out-compliment the other. They had a grand old time.

Eventually, the sun began to set.

"Oh yikes, I better get home. I had no idea we stayed out here for so long! Mom is probably having a heart attack as we speak!" said Jawaii.

Phantom was quite alarmed, his ears sprung up in worry and concern. "She's having a what?! Oh, poor child, I hope your mother is all right..."

She burst out laughing hysterically.

"Wh-what's so funny? I thought your mother was dying!"

"No, dummy! That was an exaggeration, I meant that she's probably WORRIED about me!" Jawaii continued giggling like a maniac.

"Ah. I see now... Thank you for correcting me!" Phantom joined in on the laughter.

They got themselves together after a moment.

"Oh yeah, mind if you could fly me over to my house..? We're kinda far away from home." said Jawaii.

"Of course!" Phantom replied happily.

Jawaii climbed on his back and the two flew home.

———

After flying back to town, Phantom gently set Jawaii down in front of her home.

"See you soon, my friend. I enjoyed showing you around Spooky Trails today!" said Phantom.

"Cya tomorrow Phantom! I had a good day today too!" She ran up to him and gave him one last hug.

She walked up to her door and waved goodbye to Phantom. He waved back.

"Moooom! I'm hoooome!"

Jawaii's stepmother Stella ran in.

"Oh, Jawaii! Thank goodness you're all right! I was so worried, where were you?"

"Sorry I came home late! But I spent today with a friend of mine."

Stella had a look of pleasant surprise on her face. "You made a friend? That's so wonderful! I know you haven't really ever had any friends, honey, I'm so happy to hear that you finally made one!" She smiled.

Jawaii grinned. "Yeah! I'll tell you allllll about him! He's the best."

They sat down at the dinner table with the food Stella made.

Jawaii dug into her mashed potatoes and ate it like a wild animal that had nothing to eat for the past 3 weeks.

"Honey, chew slowly. I don't want you choking!" said Stella.

"Sorry, Mom..." Jawaii said, frowning.

"It's okay. I don't want you in the hospital or anything, especially after you just made a new friend!"

"Oh, I've known him for a while, actually. We've been hanging out together a lot!" she smiled, her mouth still full of food.

"...Jawaii, sweetie, don't talk with food in your mouth.“

"Oh yeah! Sorry again Mom.."

"Anyways, that's why you've been out so much lately? I'm so happy for you, Jawaii!" Stella smiled.

Jawaii gulped down some water. "Yep! I'm glad I'm his friend too!"

They spent dinner talking about all of the fun adventures she and Phantom had gone on.

Jawaii however, conveniently left out any mention of them being in danger, she wouldn't want to worry her stepmother of course!

"Oh yeah! I meant to ask you this, but I got totally sidetracked but where's Dad? And where's Hakai?" asked Jawaii.

"Your father is out destroying planets again, and your sister is having a sleepover with some friends of hers." said Stella.

"Ohhhh. Wonder why Dad's out so late. Hope he's alright."

"I'm sure he's fine, hon."

Jawaii had another sister though, and her name was Roe. She went to a boarding school and wasn't home most of the time.

She stretched and yawned. "Hey Mom, I think I'm gonna hit the hay today."

Stella gave her a small look of surprise. "Oh! You are? Usually you're quite a night owl. Maybe you're just tired from all your little adventures with Phantom."

Jawaii smiled. "Yeah. Maybe. Anyways, g'night Mom! Love ya, don't let the bed bugs bite."

Stella gave Jawaii a hug. "Aww, good night sweetie. Love you too.”

Jawaii ran upstairs, changed into her nightgown, brushed her teeth and jumped into bed, quickly falling asleep after her long, tiring but fun day.

———

That same night, the Mushroom Kingdom was as quiet as ever when it was nighttime. The once colorful, cheerful inviting land was deathly silent, almost hauntingly so.

Princess Peach was safely tucked in her bed, sleeping peacefully.

But little did the sleeping princess know, this would not remain for long.

King Boo had finally made it to the castle after venturing there to exact his revenge. He knew how dearly Phantom loved Peach. Breaking them apart forever would be the ultimate punishment for stepping on his turf. He knew that either way, the plan would work. If Phantom didn't come to the manor, him and Peach would be separated forever. If he did, however, it would give the vengeful king the chance to trap him and Jawaii in his manor, to torture them and possibly even kill them somehow.

He knew he could kill Jawaii, that was no problem, but Phantom...? Could he possibly do it again? ...No, he's a ghost now. He can't be killed again. But the king knew that even if he couldn't die, he could still make him suffer for as long as he wanted. Possibly even for eternity.

He phased through the castle walls, not having any of the guards notice him. Then, he finally found her room. There Peach slept, defenseless, ready for the taking.

In the blink of an eye, he snatched her from her bed.

Peach immediately woke up and let out a shrill scream of horror, alerting the Toads guarding her door.

But it was too late. He had already burst out her window with her and was headed straight towards his mansion.

———

Tap, tap, tap.

Jawaii woke up very late that night to a tapping sound she heard at her window. She went over to it to find one of the Peek-A-Boos she had met in Spooky Trails, tapping away at her window.

"Hey... aren't you that kid who Phantom is friends with?"

Jawaii rubbed her eye and yawned. "Yeah. Why do you ask? And how are you at my house anyway?"

The Peek-A-Boo had a somber expression on his face. "Well... I have to tell you some... bad news."

Jawaii was horrified of what was about to come out of his mouth next. Did something terrible happen to Phantom?

"His love, Princess Peach was kidnapped by King Boo. And... Phantom is gone. He went off to go save her. Knowing King Boo, Phantom may not come back in one piece. ...The other Rabbids told me it was best to go tell you. That way, you would know where he is. You deserve to know..."

Jawaii was devastated. How could this happen?

She knew she had to save him. And if she couldn't save him... then she wouldn't let him suffer alone.

"...No. I'm not going to let this happen to him."

The Peek-A-Boo was taken aback in surprise by Jawaii's response. "...I dunno if you should go. You're only a kid. You could get seriously hu-"

"I don't care." said Jawaii.

She jumped into her closet and changed into her usual clothes, grabbed a lantern and ran out of the house and into the black, haunted forest that she met Phantom in.

#jawaiis cheesy fics #mario rabbids #mario + rabbids #mario + rabbids kingdom battle #phantom of the bwahpera #tom phan #rabbids #fanfic #fanfiction

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blkjackals · 4 years

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Pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime x GN!Reader

Song: Go Home. Play Music. Feel Better. By Micheal Cera Palin

Taglist: @the-black-birb @hqwriter @miyulovestowrite @madireyn

WC: 1108

Right now I'm crawling out of the skin I'm entitled to

Into the one you think makes me look best

Is it you or me who I'll attempt to be lying to

Only to show my colors when I get undressed

Showcasing my body, miserably recounting

Creating a mirage, imitating intimacy in Cobb County

☼☼☼

Iwaizumi knew it really was pointless. How could he ever think someone would actually want him over Oikawa? That they wouldn’t date him just to get closer to the other boy & leave Iwaizumi when they thought Oikawa would fall for them? Stupid. Just stupid. He can hardly believe he ever thought anyone would want him.

“Iwa-chan!” He hears Oikawa call, and almost instantly schools his expression. You were by Oikawa’s side, and grasping onto his arm like his fangirls do a lot of the time. He sighs internally. What if he was more like Oikawa? Would you like him then? Probably not. He could never be like his best friend, he’d go insane.

He thought that maybe the two of you wouldn’t pick up on how he was a little more quiet during lunch. But you did, always attentive towards him, more so than Oikawa. “Iwaizumi, are you okay?” You ask, voice almost music to his ears. Internally, he shakes his head a little, then answers. “I’m fine, y/n.” He replies, ignoring the small frown on your face.

He goes back to picking at his lunch, not as hungry as he normally is, hoping you would just turn a blind eye to him and his thoughts. You didn’t though, concerned for the boy you’d just started crushing on.

☼☼☼

But I will not falter, I will not budge

I will stop trying to say it doesn't matter so much

Take on a cause, hold for the applause

Impulsive vanity's a common crutch

Coming to terms with the matter of facts

Like the fact that I matter at all

Consume my body like I consume Adderall

☼☼☼

You didn’t expect Tooru Oikawa to find you in your hiding place, the far corner of the roof beside the Air Conditioner unit. He told you that he heard crying and came to check it out, but you couldn’t miss the hurt in his eyes. The way his eyes had hurt in them, almost like he was the one crying instead of you.

“Talk to me, y/n.” Was all he had to say to have you spilling your guts about the very thing you kept secret from him. That you’d fallen for his best friend, and hard. You felt guilty, knowing that Oikawa liked you in some manner, but couldn’t ignore how you felt for Iwaizumi. He’d muscled his way into your heart.

Oikawa was so happy for his friend, despite his own feelings towards you, glad that someone was able to see just how likeable he was. The two of you talked for a bit before heading off to meet up with Iwa. Having stumbled a little when you got up, Oikawa offered you his arm to make sure you didn’t fall.

It didn’t take you long to realize that taking his arm was a mistake. The look on Iwaizumi’s face when he saw you holding onto Oikawa made your heart freeze. You push the feeling aside, sitting down and eating with them. After being brushed off by Iwa you just nod, frowning before getting up.

“I gotta go. Cya.” You spit out before walking off, leaving a stunned Iwaizumi and groaning Oikawa behind.

“You know she likes you, Iwa-chan. You idiot.” Oikawa points out, and Iwaizumi’s jaw drops.

☼☼☼

I know something you don't

We'll talk it over if you'd answer your phone

(I'll sit and wait in my bed, I'll sit and wade in your head)

Coming to find I need to pick up my slack

Realize I can't go back

To pick up pieces, fulfill those things that I lack

☼☼☼

Your phone kept ringing, but you adamantly ignored it as you sat on a bench in the forest. You didn’t want to talk to anyone, especially whoever was calling. Though you had a guess as to who it was. If Oikawa had spilled the beans, it would be Iwaizumi. If not then it was Oikawa.

You didn’t want to talk to either of them, but you could barely listen to music with their constant calling. Groaning, you pick up without checking who it was.

“What the fuck do you want?” You spit, hearing a sputtering laugh on the other end. Iwa. Of course, the one person you didn’t really want to talk to. “Look, y/n. Where are you?? I’ve been trying to find you but you aren’t at home or anywhere around school. I have something I want to tell you.” He says, talking fast. You sigh into the phone.

“In the forest, at my usual spot.” You tell him, your voice monotone as you hear him breathing heavily. Is he running? “See you soon.” He pants into the phone and you nod, knowing he can’t see it. The call drops. What does he want from you?

☼☼☼

Wide-eyed and not so smart

For I'm just a body, a temple with doors kept as open as my heart

Long drive full of thoughts

Thinking we could be something worthwhile, but nonetheless we'll never talk

So go home where you roam

Take comfort in wherever you plant your feet

☼☼☼

“Y/N!” You hear, turning your head to see Iwaizumi running towards you. You laugh a little, seeing he’s rolled up his shirt sleeves. “What is it?” You ask, somehow feeling every ounce of anger melt from your person.

“I really like you. Like a lot. I was wondering if… If you wanted to go out sometime?” He confesses, cheeks a deep red as he attempts to catch his breath. You feel all the heat rush to your face, taken aback.

“I- Iwaizumi. I didn’t think you felt the same way I do.” You mumble, looking up at him. He’s bent over, hands on his knees, and you smile up at him. “I’d love to.” You confess, and he grins at you, moving to cup your cheek with his hand.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks, and you nod eagerly. The kiss feels like home. Like coming home from a wild day to stability and comfort. Almost as if with one action he can make everything alright again.

You were stupid, thinking that he wouldn’t feel the same. He was stupid, thinking that you liked Oikawa, of all people. Maybe though, this first love will last, despite how young and dumb the two of you can be.

#day writes #haikyuuwritersnet #Iwaizumi Hajime #Hajime Iwaizumi #iwaizumi x reader #reader x iwaizumi #hajime iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader

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mahou-war · 4 years

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MagiTale - Chapter 1

“So, how’s it gonna be?” – the voice rose up, surging from the darkness. A white weasel cat like creature.

“Go away!” – another voice, female now, hissed back. The figure of this voice was hidden by the shadows of the collapsed walls around her – “I don’t want to have anything to do with you. You tricked all of them! Their innocent minds, into becoming something they’d rather not!”

“I really don’t understand.” – the cat spoke – “You might as well be labeled as a Human, your ideals and concepts are roughly the same. But I digress.” – it stopped momentarily – “My offer is still on the table. You know where to find me.”

The cat turned away, seamingly wanting to distance itself from the other individual. It felt as if its time was wasted, but that didn’t exactly matter at the moment, as it knew what the next actions would turn out to be.

“Wait!” – the other voice jumped from the darkness – “Can you.. Can you really make anything come true?” – she questioned.

“Yes. Of course, as you already know, the true effects and consequences depend from your Karmic Weight, but you shouldn’t have any kind of problem with that.”

The other being made a pause. Her voice was calm, motherly, but sprinkled with a dash of urgency. As if her worst nightmares could finally end. Now her dreams, her ideal life, her past, it would all come back to her.

“Okay then. I’ve decided.” – she replied.

“Very well. Then what is the wish you’re willing to sacrifice your Soul for, your highness?”

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Chapter 1: Fallen Down

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Dark. Darker. Yet darker. I don’t even know if my eyes are open or not, but all I can see is darkness. Well, that and a distant voice echoes, as if I was deep underwater. A cold shiver envelops my whole body. But within that darkness, the voice gets louder. It’s lifting me up. With that, the darkness gets a bit more clearer. I open my eyes, slowly, and everything starts coming to me, bit by bit.

“Frisk! Oh, please tell me that you’re okay!”

I avert my gaze to the point of origin of the voice. A girl sitting on the same bed of flowers as I am looks at me, worried. Her hair is dark brown, just like me, and her eyes are a striking, vibrant red, just like my own. Except mine are usually closed. The girl is slightly see through. I can look at her and see the wall behind her at the same time. I know this girl. Yes, she’s important to me.

I was roughly 5 when I started noticing her presence. Everyone treated her as an imaginary friend, but I knew more. She was real. She IS real. She has a real story, and a real life. But now she’s a ghost that got stuck me. I don’t exactly know why though. She told me about Humans and Monsters. About Souls and Soul Gems. About Magical Girls and Witches. She told me everything. Even her name.

“Chara. Yes, yes, I’m okay.” – I managed to reply back at her.

“Oh, thank God! That fall was sure to put in you in a coma for at least half a year! I’m so sorry I’ve put you through this…” – she replied back at me, a clear worry in her voice.

“Don’t worry Chara. I signed up for this. I want to do this.” – it’s funny. My brain knows what to say, but it can’t remember why it’s saying what it is. I look around myself. I’m now sitting on a bed of flowers, golden buttercups. Giant walls of stone surround us, with vines covering them. The light above shines on us, warming our bodies. And just like that, more pieces of the puzzle fall back into my mind.

“Now that everything’s cleared up, what is your wish?”

“Frisk, you don’t have to do this, for real.”

“No, I have to. You’re stuck to me. You can’t exactly walk around and go back to the Underground. I’m going to help you. We’re gonna save them Chara.” – my voice fills my brain, alongside Chara’s and… his.

“Incubator. I wish for the power of salvation.”

“Can you specify that please?”

Yes, that’s it. I remember now. I get up, and see a small corridor, leading to a huge gateway entrance. Sparkles of light come out from it. There’s some kind of light source coming from it. We decide to move towards it.

As we reach it, we look inwards and find a single golden flower, similar to those earlier. We step into the wide area, and suddenly, the flower jumps to life.

“Howdy there! I’m Flowey – Flowey the Flower!” – it said happily. Chara warned me about how sudden Monsters could be, but I wasn’t expecting something like this.

“Say, you’re new around here, aren’t ya? You need someone to guide you through the Underground!” – it said happily.

“Well, actually--” – I tried to object, as I had Chara right next to me, but the flower just interrupted me.

“I guess little ol’ me will have to do it!” – it winked.

Suddenly, I felt a huge wave crushing my chest, as my surroundings lose its color. It becomes a mash-up of black and white. And just as it came, it left.

“Huh?” – the happy flower looked at me with very confused eyes – “Let’s try that again!” – he said cheerfully, as the feeling came back, pushing me downwards once more, but suddenly stopping. I wasn’t hurt, nor exhausted. It’s as if I just sneezed, for no apparent reason.

“Heh, hehe.. Okay…” – it continued, clearly starting to get annoyed – “Let’s try that one more time!” – I felt that energy again, but it no longer phased me. It’s now a very uninteresting movie for me.

“Hey, hey.. What’s going on, huh?!” – the tone of Flowey changed drastically. From a very friendly one to a tone filled with a thousand year anger – “You’re a Human, aren’t you? Where the hell is your Soul?!” – it hissed.

“Oh!” – I was taken by surprise, with such a direct approach, but I tried my best to befriend the friendly monster – “That’s right…” – I extend my hand, as the ring in my left middle finger glows and morphs into an egg shaped Gem, resting on my palm – “Here!”

There was a small pause. The flower starred in disbelief at my Soul Gem. It was a vibrant red, the same color as my eyes. Right at the top of it, was a heart symbol, and at the bottom, surrounded by a small circle, a four pointed star. The flower suddenly smirked, and was emitting an uneasy light cackle.

“Frisk, I don’t really trust this guy… he’s giving me really weird vibes….” – Chara spoke to me. Good thing only I can see and hear her, makes some of her comments easier to bear with. But still, now I’m worried. Chara lived quite some time with Monsters. For even her to be set back.. This “flower” must be something she has never seen.

Flowey’s laughter grew louder and louder, as vines erupt from the ground below him into the air, keen to claws of a starving wolf. He sprung his head upwards and looked straight into my eyes. His face was contorted. He no longer had his friendly smile, it was a monstrous look. His eyes void of life.

“WELL, THEN YOU’RE COMPLETELY USELESS TO ME, AREN’T YOU?! THIS WILL BE FAR TOO EASY FOR ME.” – a wall of bullets surround me in a perfect sphere – “D I E.”

I can see his vines lunging towards me, and the bullets dashing into me. I have my Soul Gem in my hand. Transforming takes only a second, I can protect myself from this. But I can’t. I froze in place, clinging to my own life, as the last bits of my life flash through my mind.

“I wish to have the power to save the Monsters. To save them from the Barrier and their thousand year prison. That’s what I want. The power of salvation.”

“I see. I don’t know why, but your Karmic Weight is quite heavy on you. Frisk, your wish will most certainly come true, but in order for it to come into fruition, you must go break the Barrier yourself.”

“That’s something I’m willing to do unconditionally. Nothing will stop me.”

‘Nothing’. Yet here I am, praying for someone to come help me. Please, anyone.

…

But… Someone did come.

As I waited for the impact of Flowey’s bullets and thorned vines, I suddenly hear a scorching sound and warmth, followed by Flowey’s screams. I open my eyes to find the unscrupulous flower burning in flames, and the bullets are now cinders slowly dancing and falling to the ground, as the flower retreats to whatever hellish hole it came from. From the other side of the room, a figure approaches.

She’s tall, and covered in white fur. She has small horns on her head and floppy ears at the side of her head. She’s wearing a dressing gown, purple with a crest on her chest – a circle with wings, and three triangles right under it. I can feel Chara’s intense gaze at her as she whispers – “Mom..”

“Oh, what a horrible creature torturing such a poor and innocent youth.” – she spoke to me, her voice calm, motherly, tender. Happy – “My name is Toriel, caretaker of the Ruins. Come my darling, let me guide you through them.”

She quickly grabbed my hand. I can feel her warmth warming me up from the inside out. Her aura, her presence. I enjoy being next to her. I feel like wanting to be with her forever. I can see Chara crying. This must be a hard moment for her. We make haste for the next room, where I can see red rose petals scattered around the floor. I catch a glimpse of a yellow shine, but it quickly disappeared.

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Hey there! Author here, you may call me Mahou! :)

This is the very first Chapter of MagiTale, a Crossover AU/Fanfic that puts the characters and events of Undertale into the World and Lore of the Madoka Magica series. This is also the very first time I temper with Tumblr, so do offer some tips pls :')

Anyways, this is only a "preview" Chapter, a Demo almost, as the full story is currently in progression. I intend to post the entire thing once it's completed, so please do look forward to it! I'll also keep updating this page with content, related (or not) to MagiTale.

Well, I'll be going now, really hope you enjoyed it! :D

Cya~✨

#Madoka Magica #Undertale #AU #Crossover #Fanfic #Puella Magi #Magia Record #Undertale AU #MagiTale

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spins-ter · 5 years

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what about a red string of fate au with spinel?

LOVE this!! This one got long compared to what I’ve written, and I still wanna continue it so there may be more parts to it in the future. I just love soulmate AUs so much.

Also I like the idea that with soulmate-type stuff, they’re all over each other at first. Not in an NSFW way ofc but just, wanting to be close and hold each other. So that’ll be seen in here, hope I didn’t write it in a jarring way lol.

Anyways with all that said, here’s the fic!

Spinel x Reader - Red String of Fate AU

You knew about the thread tied to your pinkie finger since you were little. Your parents would tell you stories of their own string and you longed for the day you would find the person at the other end of yours. This indestructible red thread tying you to your fated love.

Of course, there was no visible string. But the invisible red connection to your fated one was there all the same. An unbreakable bond to your soul mate. And one day you would find yourself lucky enough to hold your fated love.

But that day never seemed to arrive. You waited and waited, and as all your friends found the ends to their lines, you sat back and watched with longing. You could tell yours was out there somewhere, but they just weren’t here. Some days, you wondered if you even had a destined love, or if you had been so unlucky as to have been born without one.

One day, you had enough of your little town. On a whim, you decided to move to Beach City. You had been hearing about it more because of the news, stories about aliens called Gems and this half-Gem kid, Steven. Anything would be more interesting than your old hometown. And it’s not like your fated one was there, although you had grown skeptical of others’ stories about their strings.

And so your days continued there, living on the beach and working a part-time job at the Big Donut. It was almost like how life was back in your hometown, just without the stress of everyone knowing you and your lacking relationship status. You had made some new friends and a few were even Gems- turns out they aren’t as bad as outsiders have made them appear. You even had become friends with Steven, but you learned that wasn’t surprising. He becomes friends with almost everybody.

It was a chilly autumn day, the day you and Steven had agreed to tour through the recently finished Little Homeworld. You got ready, wearing a warm sweater and some comfortable sweatpants. As you were getting finished you heart your phone vibrate on the table next to you. It was a text from Steven.

You stopped to check the time. 5:30pm, you still had a good half hour ‘til you would meet up with him. Wondering what was up, you pick up your phone and check your messages.

“Hey [Y/N],” it began, “hope you don’t mind, I invited a friend along. She could use another friend, and you two would get along.”

In your heart you felt a pulling, and another pulling coming from your... pinkie? You brush the feeling off and sigh. You weren’t really hoping for a third person, since it had been a while since the two of you hung out. But any thoughts of objection were pushed out of your mind when you realized it would be nice. The friend was most likely a Gem, and a new Gem pal couldn’t hurt. You swore that Gems were nicer than people most of the time.

“Yo Steev! Don’t mind at all- I’m excited to meet her! I’m ready so I’m going to head there early, cya.” With your response sent, you place your phone in your pocket and head out.

You arrive outside of Little Homeworld 20 minutes later, deciding to sit in your car and scroll through various apps while you wait. Despite keeping yourself occupied, you couldn’t shake that tugging feeling. Your heart ached and your pinkie twitched impatiently.

Could it be..? You thought hopefully, but only for a second. No, I’m kidding myself. I’ll just get my hopes up for someone again and be disappointed when it’s not what I thought. Your thoughts focus on your phone again for a split second before you see a familiar car park by yours.

“Hey Steven!” You say, getting out of your car. He smiles in response and opens the back seat door of his car.

“Hey [Y/N]! It’s been a while. And this is Spinel.”

Your eyes turn to the individual getting out of the car, and you feel your heart flip. She was definitely a Gem, pink in color. Without realizing, your hand reaches out to the Gem. It was not stretched for a handshake, but your hand splayed out, ready to take the Gem’s hand in yours.

Spinel stared back, her eyes gazing over your appearance. She could not deny the longing in her gem. A longing to be closer to you. As you put your hand in between the two of you, she glances down.

Panicking, you begin to pull your hand away. It’s not normal to introduce yourself by giving out your hand like that, you think, beginning kicking yourself for the unconscious action.

But before you can actually get your hand back down, Spinel wraps her arm around yours and intertwines her fingers with yours. You feel your face get hot, and you can see Spinel jolt as the same blush spreads across her already pink face. As you stare into her eyes, you feel her start to pull her arm from yours.

“S-Sorry. I wasn’t thinkin’, I-” She was cut off as you closed the distance between each other and wrapped your unoccupied arm around her waist. You could feel her tense at the sudden affection, but not a second later she was melting into it. She nuzzled her head comfortably into the crook of your neck before speaking.

“So Steven was right,” she hummed, “I didn’t think there would actually be someone out there for me. But when Steven told me about you I just felt it in my gem.” She adjusted a bit, wrapping her own free arm around you a couple times before continuing. “The whole drive here I felt something tugging me. He was right, that tugging was you at the end of my string.”

You couldn’t help but lovingly chuckle. “Honestly, I had given up on finding the end of my string. To imagine there was a Gem there the whole time.” Your hands split and you take your newly free hand to run your fingers through her hair. “I’m glad you’re finally here, in my arms. It’s where you belong.” You give her a gentle smirk.

She laughs lightly, every giggle intoxicating you. “Aw, you really think so? I’m glad, it’s comfortable here. I might just never leave.” She leaves a kiss on your collarbone and you feel yourself start to melt. Before either of you could speak or do anything, Steven clears his throat and the two of you pull away enough to look at him.

“I don’t mean to break this up, but we don’t have much daylight.” He says awkwardly.

“You’re right.” you reply, pulling away further but still keeping an arm around Spinel’s waist, wanting to keep the contact. You look over to Spinel, who has her face half-buried in your shoulder. “Not that I wouldn’t love being out in the dark with her.”

Spinel returned a loving glance. It felt unreal, for the both of you. And for now, all that mattered to you two was the other’s presence.

#spinel #spinel x reader #reader x spinel #spinel imagines #spinel fanfic #x reader #self insert #y/n #spinel red string of fate au #request

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highqueenofelfhame · 5 years

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In Another Life, two.

The days following treatments, despite this only being her second round of chemo, were always brutal. They were nausea filled, the first 24 hours often leaving Aelin with her head hanging in a toilet. But she still had school and she’d be damned if she didn’t keep working toward her degree in the off chance that she kicked the cancer’s ass and came out on top. It wouldn’t happen, she knew her odds, but she would still carry on with life as normal until she was no longer able to do so.

“Are you okay?” Her eyes fluttered shut at the sound of his voice and she tapped her forehead against the wood of the library table before she sat up, fighting the way the room swirled around into a washing machine of colors and shapes. Again, she closed her eyes briefly and took a deep breath, doing her best to anchor herself to her chair, the table, the room. When she opened her eyes again, the room wasn’t spinning anymore.

“Yeah, just not feeling well,” she finally said, looked up into a pair of startling green eyes. Rowan looked worried. So worried that he knelt down beside her and allowed his eyes to search her face.

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you really don’t look good, Ace. Can I take you back to your apartment?”

“You sure know how to knock a girl off her feet, Whitethorn,” she tried to tease, but her tone was flat as she focused on not throwing up all over him. “Taking me home would be great, actually. I don’t think I’m fit to go to class or drive myself.”

Rowan merely nodded and hoisted her to her feet, holding both of her hands until she stopped swaying where she stood. In truth, it felt like she was standing on the deck of a boat that was being rocked back and forth by high waves. Another deep breath and she squeezed his hands as hard as she could to keep herself there but at the same time knew that there was no bite to her grip. It was weak. She was weak. When she got home and looked in the mirror, she knew she would be white as a sheet: her lips would be pale, her eyes would be half glazed over from the nausea, there would be a thin sheen of sweat that covered her skin. Sick. She would look sick.

“Aelin, love?” His voice was soft as he ducked his head down slightly to catch her gaze, and she forced her lips to turn up in a close-lipped smile.

“I’m sorry,” she said quietly, nodding once as she moved to grip his arm tighter. She gestured lazily to where her bag lay on the floor, and Rowan didn’t hesitate to hitch it up over his shoulder. He hesitated even less to swoop her body up into his arms. Aelin couldn’t find it in herself to protest. Instead, she looped her arms around his shoulders and pressed her face into his neck, willing the scent of pine that tended to linger on his skin to ease the nausea and anxiety that coursed through her veins.

~*~

“Are you sure I don’t need to call Aedion?” It was the sixth time he’d asked, and Aelin hated that he was asking at all. Her knuckles were gripping the white porcelain of the toilet so hard that it looked like her bones were going to cut clean through her skin. The awful hacking retching sounds were only amplified, ringing in her ears over the lilt of Rowan’s accent. She hated that he was seeing her like this.

“No, no. I’m fine, really. Probably a stomach flu,” she sniffed as she sat down on the tile, eyes closing briefly before she held her hand out to Rowan. “If you could just help me up, I’ll brush my teeth and then lay down for a nap I think.”

Rowan didn’t say anything, but pulled her to her feet and rummaged around to get her toothbrush ready for her so she would have less work to do. She scrubbed her teeth clean, forcing the acidity away with the minty flavor before spitting and immediately reaching for Rowan again. The trek to the bed was easier than sprinting to the bathroom had been, but she still couldn’t quite shake the way the room spun and spun like sugar being made into cotton candy. This, however, was far less sweet.

“I guess this would be a horrible time to ask you on a date,” Rowan joked, brushing a strand of her golden hair behind her ears after tucking her into the duvet. Aelin gave him a weak smile and shook her head a single time.

“It would have been a no anyway.”

“Ouch.” He let out a huff of a laugh.

“It’s not that I don’t...that I don’t like you because I do. I just — I can’t, Rowan.”

“A few weeks ago —“

“Things were different a few weeks ago. I just can’t,” she said softly, her finger tracing over the whorls of the tattoo that covered the back of his hand. They were both quiet for a moment before Aelin shifted onto her side, closed her eyes, and willed her body to sleep.

~*~

“I don’t get it.” Rowan was exasperated, head dropping into his hands as he raked his fingers through his silver hair. “I thought she liked me.”

“Because she does like you,” Aedion said flatly, not even bothering to pretend she didn’t. It wasn’t like she’d been trying to hide it before her diagnosis. Aelin had been chasing Rowan as hard as he’d been chasing her.

“Three weeks ago at that back to school party, Gods above Aedion, we made out in half the rooms in that frat house. Almost - sorry - almost did more back at her apartment before Lys got home, and now she’s freezing me out. What did I do? I had to have fucked up somewhere and I want to fix it.” Rowan looked over at his best friend, eyes searching his face for some sort of answer, any indication of what he might know to help him turn his luck around. Aedion sighed, however, ran his hands over his face aggressively before laying his head back against the couch and staring up at the ceiling. His eyes followed the blades of the ceiling fan around and around and around until he closed them, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves.

“She does like you, man, she just...Aelin is… sick,” he said slowly, carefully.

“Yeah, that’s clear as hell. It took me an hour to get her from the bathroom to her bed this afternoon because she couldn’t stop dry heaving every five seconds.”

“No, Rowan. She’s really really sick.” Aedion’s eyes opened and when he looked at his friend, they were brimming with tears, voice crackling like an old, scratched up vinyl record. “Cancer. Aelin has stage IV metastatic breast cancer.”

@starseternalnighttriumphant @city-of-fae @musicmaam @myfeyrelady @kandasboi @schmlip-scribble @westofmoon @nalgenewhore @shyvioletcat @hannreadsalot idk who else to tag cya

#in another life #cancer au #rowaelin #aelin galathynius #rowan whitethorn #aedion ashryver #tog #throne of glass #tog au #throne of glass au #tog fic #throne of glass fic #fanfiction #ial

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charmingcentry · 5 years

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Bechloe - Lost

Part 1

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- CHLOE’S POV -

A wide stiff yawn emerges from an awakened Chloe, turning off her 5:30 A.M. alarm. Although her veterinary profession doesn’t require her to clock in until 9 A.M. sharp, she rises extra early to run errands beforehand in hopes of free time after clocking out at 5 P.M. She rubs her eyes and stretches out her body, letting out another yawn in the process. The redhead creeps out of her room, cautiously walking to the bathroom, not wanting to wake her roommate, Aubrey Posen. Let’s just say, no one would want to deal with grumpy exasperated Aubrey unless they’re looking for a death wish. Chloe lets out a sigh of relief after her seemingly long walk from her bedroom to the bathroom, grateful that she didn’t wake up the blonde. The redhead switches on the shower faucet and steps in, resisting the urge to break out into song. Instead, she hums the tune of When I’m Gone, a song Beca had shown Chloe over the course of their many video chats.

Ever since the two met, they have been inseparable, usually talking over the phone after Beca has put Jamie to bed and after Chloe has taken care of her veterinary-related research along with dinner. Their video chats, audio calls, and text conversations have lasted approximately an hour each night, their longest being 2 when coincidentally, the two had an off-day from their profession. The two feel like teenagers whenever they talk at night, avoiding to stay up too late since they both wake up early morning. Throughout the day, Beca and Chloe usually send somewhat flirty texts to enlighten the other’s mood and day.

Chloe: this puppy i just took gave vaccines to reminds me of you ngl. Beca: is it because im as sick as a dog? Chloe: ha ha very funny. but no, it was pretty tiny actually ;P Beca: hey! Chloe: its coat of fur had similar color to yours. it was also pretty adorable too;) Beca: you callin me cute beale? bc trust me, when im sick like this, i look horrifying Chloe: aw no you donttt. you looked really hot during our facetime date last night;)) Beca: it was probably bc of my high fever but thanks chlo Chloe: oh whatever. i gotta go but ill text you later. feel better becs!

The redhead turns off the shower faucet and dries herself up, using a blow-dryer to quicken the process of drying her hair. She walks out of the bathroom into the kitchen, greeted by an energetic Aubrey who is chopping up fruits on the counter. The blonde greets the redhead, shoveling the sliced fruit into a blender. Chloe pats her friend’s shoulder and quickly downs a banana that she snatched from Aubrey’s cutting board.

“Hey! That was gonna go to our smoothie Chloe.” Aubrey exclaims as she tears another one of the yellow fruit from a bowl.

“Sorry, Aubrey!” Chloe exclaims, tying on her running sneakers. “Needed a quick snack before my run.” She opens their apartment door and heads out. “Bye Bree!”

“Bye Chlo, be safe!”

- BECA’S POV -

“Mommy get up already!” The brunette lets out a groan as her little daughter basically body slams her, feeling Jamie’s hair smothering her own face. Beca elevates herself and lays back on her forearms, noticing the clock read 6:45 A.M. The brunette ruffles her daughter’s hair as Jamie lets out a giggle, proceeding to then step off of the bed to pull her mother by her arm. “Come on! You promised you would get me ready for picture day!”

Beca finally gives in to her pleading daughter and gets out of bed, scrambling around her room to turn on the lights. “Okay sweetie, let mommy get ready first alright?”

The excited girl lets out a squeal and makes her way down the hall of their small condo as Beca continues to wonder how in the world Jamie has this amount of energy so early in the morning. Well, I guess it’s because she’s only five and for some reason, younger kids have a lot more energy than everyone else in the world. The brunette lets out a yawn, grabbing a change of clothes from her closet as she shuffles her way to the bathroom as her slippers scarped against their hard wooden floors. Beca brushes her teeth as she scrolls through her phone, being met with dozens of text from her friend Stacie Conrad who is already teasing about Chloe this early in the morning

Stacie: how are things with that redhead going;)) Beca: honestly its too early in the morning for this stace. but its good i guess. we have a coffee date later tonight which should be cool Stacie: YAY! so happy you decided to go through with it Beca: thanks i guess? but i mean, i am too. chloe seems pretty nice and stuff Stacie: you needa sharpen up on your complimenting game if you want a second date with that gorgeous redhead of yours Beca: oh shut up conrad. Stacie: :). oki, imma help Bella organize her school items now. byeeeee! Beca: cya weirdo.

The brunette walks out of the bathroom, feeling refreshed after dousing her face in cold water. One of the cons of being a night showerer is that they definitely suffer from lack of energy in the morning, so Beca splashes her face in cold water to make herself more alert and awake. She finds her daughter sitting patiently in her room, still in her pajamas with wet hair, Beca smiles that her daughter is beginning to learn how to shower on her own. Jamie’s mouth turns into a big grin when seeing her mom walk in, immediately bouncing up from her small racecar bed - a hand-me-down from Stacie after Bella grew out of it - and rushing towards her mother.

“What should I wear?” Jamie asks in excitement, still jumping up and down in place. Beca smiles and scoops her up, walking over to her closet. The brunette slides the door open and puts on a dramatic pondering face, causing Jamie to let out a laugh.

“How about~ this!” Beca exclaims, pulling out a light yellow sundress with white polka-dots scattered across the fabric, a present from Chloe the redhead had given it to Beca when she saw the brunette’s dad pick up Jamie from kindergarten.

“Yes! Chloe gave me that!” The brunette puts her daughter down and playfully throws the dress over Jamie’s head as she lets out another laugh yet again. “Hey! That’s mean mommy.” Jamie pouts as she pulls off her pajamas with the help of Beca. The tinier brunette lifts up her arms as her mom drapes the sundress over her body, Jamie letting out another squeal of excitement as she sees her outfit.

“Careful with noise Jamie, we don’t want to bother the neighbors do we?”

“Bo-ther?” Her daughter asks, Beca being reminded that there are words that Jamie still doesn’t know - the music producer also has to watch her cussing too...

“It means you make someone sad in some way. Some of our neighbors get bothered when there is a lot of noise when they want to sleep.”

“Oh, okay! I’ll try not to… bo-ther.” Beca smiles as she kneels down to braid her daughter’s hair, finally getting the hang of it after countless tutorials on Youtube and incidents of countless hair pulling. After 5 minutes, the braid was finished and Beca finishes off her outfit with baby pink sneakers, planting a kiss on Jamie’s cheek.

“Okay, let’s roll Jamie! Get your backpack.” Beca states, tying on her sneakers and grabbing her car keys off of the bowl that rests on top of the kitchen counter

“What about breakfast?” Jamie asks, getting a backpack that is twice the size of her own body.

“Don’t worry, we’re stopping by a cafe. I need to get coffee for someone and we’ll eat there.” Jamie lets out a small cheer, she always loved when they ate breakfast at her favorite cafe.

“Who are you getting coffee for?” Beca takes ahold of Jamie’s hand as they walk out of their condo, the brunette locking the door after them.

“Chloe sweetie.”

“Why?”

“Just a little surprise for her,” Beca states, wondering why her daughter is suddenly asking many questions.

“Wow mommy, you really like Chloe.”

Beca chuckles as she presses the elevator button to the main floor of their condo building. “Yep, I sure do Jamie.” They walk over to the parking lot and Beca hoists Jamie in her car seat and begins the seat buckle process.

“No, wait! I can do it on my own.” Jamie says, grabbing the seatbelt from the top left corner and clicks the belt into the slot. Beca stands back in astonishment and prevents a tear trying to escape. Her little Jamie is slowly growing up.

“Pretty neat little dude, getting smarter every second.” She walks over to the driver side of the car and gets in. She buckles her own seatbelt and starts the car, turning up the radio, laughing when Jamie quietly raps along to No Diggity... maybe Beca should play this song a lot less with her daughter in the car.

#bechloe #beca mitchell #chloe beale

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livelovelaug-h · 5 years

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Coma days

Day 7 & 8

Dean x reader

Characters: Donna , Dean, Sam, doctor. Mary

Btw y/h/c is your hair color.

@marvelouslysherlockedhunter forgot to tag you sorry !

The doctor came over, Dean took him aside.

"what can I do for you Dean?"

"You can tell me that she has brain activity because she twitched in mine and Jody's hands. Thats an activity."

"we didn't see any of that so it could have been a muscle spasm from not using her hands and arms."

"no it's not!" He says and slams his fist into the wall next to the doctors shoulder. "And we aren't giving up." Dean walks away leaving the doctor speechless. The doctors used to that kind of behavior. It's grief and a way to get out some anger, he didn't take it personally.

"Dean.." Mary calls after him but he's already out of the door. He drives away from the hospital, he didn't wanna leave you but he couldn't be there with that negativity. He drove around for awhile again, stopped when he seen a tiny cafe. He walked in and got a coffee and two slices of pie, one to go.

Siting down to eat his pie, he remembered when he took you on your first date. It didn't go as planned. He remembered when the British men of letters tried to kill you, Crowley, and Lucifer. The more & more he thought about it, the more it got him mad, that you got hurt so much and didn't care. Right now you probably had no idea that you've been gone for so long.

-Flashbacks-

"hey dean, wheres my last piece of pie?"

"pie? I didn't Know we uh - we had pie."

"lies you ate it didn't you."

"you know actually I think Sam threw it away he said it was too old." Dean says as he shruggs. "That's a terrible lie." You say lightly hitting his chest. "Yeah but you still love me."

"barely." You say and sit on his lap kissing his lips, It was as good as new puppy love could be, even eight months in.

Two years later

You and Dean were laying in bed watching a movie, it just finished playing as Dean finished eating a piece of pie.

"if I ever die.., every piece of pie you want will be me telling you to take a break and eat." He was a little shook at that random thought.

"well your not dying anytime soon so."

"yeah but if I do."

"no, no don't go there."

"you have to think about it."

"I don't, you know why?"

"why?"

"because what if I go first?"

"what if we both go at the same time."

"look, I'm just enjoying the time I have with you okay? No sad thoughts or I'll have to kick you off the bed." He says about to push you off.

"okay okay fine." Hahah. "I love you."

"I love you too."

End of flashbacks

Dean's flashbacks ended when his phone rang. "Hello?"

"heya Dean. I'm on my way to the hospital now, I'm so sorry I couldn't get there faster."

"it's okay Donna I know it's hard with the job and all"

"... Dean when's the last time you slept?"

"I don't know a day."

"where are you I'm almost at the hospital."

"I um went to get some pie at a café . I'll send you the address."

"okie dokie hang in there sweety. Cya later"

"cya bye."

After 10 mins Donna came through the door.

"hiya Dean."

"hey Donna." She hugged him, really hugged him.

"want something to eat?" Dean asked her.

"I'll just take a coffee." They talked while she got her coffee.

"alright I'm going to the hospital, are you coming?"

"Nah, I'ma head to the hotel and get some sleep."

"good. Sleep well see you soon."

What Dean really did though was check for any possible cases. He seen about 3 that he missed already while being at the hospital. The Impala roared down the road as Dean drove to Oklahoma.

End of day 7

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Donna enter the hospital getting chills instantly. She walked over to the elevators and mentally prepared for seeing you and Sam etc.

"Hey Donna."

"Hey Sam." She hugged him and then Mary. " you guys are doing better than Dean."

"Yeah he's not taking it lightly."

"He seemed a little better at the cafe."

"Café?"

"Yeah he ate and said he was going to go sleep."

"that's Surprising." Donna finally looked over to you, y/n.

"ohh my poor baby girl." Just limply laying there.

"Is she getting any better?"

"They say no, there's no brain activity."

"oh wow. Not good. I'm so sorry" no one said anything for awhile.

"Remember when she and Dean had a fight and then we all had a snowball fight and they instantly made up." Everyone lightly laughs.

"She was a stubborn one just like you guys."

Flashback -

You weren't having a good day but at least the hunt was over and successful. You and Donna had a great relationship, you loved her and looked up to her, she was fearless and strong.

She started hugging everyone, everyone except you and Dean. She shouted to you two: "okay you two, rainbow Brite. Come on. Bring it in."

You and Dean looked at each other and smiled, walking over to her. It was the best group hug ever, you guys werere just enjoying the now, not the later.

end of flashback

"they said we should prepare to say goodbye. "

"oh, noo."

"we're not going to give up, but we'll give you two some time." Mary spoke up.

"alright thank you." Donna said eyes dripping with tears. She closed her eyes and just cried, No one has ever seen Donna cry. After 5 minutes she stopped and took a deep breath. "Your a lucky girl I never cry for anyone." She huffs a laugh.

"now you come back for us or else I'll have to kill ya... Who am I supposed to get gossip from if your gone? Your one of my only friends, you helped me get away from Doug. You are the sweetest girl and I looked up to you... I need my sunshine back. We all do. I can't be the only bright one here... Plus I need more sleepover buddies."

After 20 long mins Sam and Mary came back. They told Donna she should go and get some rest from the long drive, that she could come back again tomorrow.

"yeah I'll do that g'night cya."

"good night."

Sam spoke up to his mom "you can go Dean needs you, I'll stay here tonight."

"are you sure?" He nods.

"alright thanks good night Sam." She kissed her boy good night.

When she got to the hotel she didn't see Dean. There were no indications that he was even there before. She figured she'll deal with it in the morning, give him his space for now.

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In The morning around 7 a.m. Dean finally reached Oklahoma. Ready to start this hunt and forget about things for awhile he turned his phone off and walked into the sheriff's office.

"here we go."

.....

"hello I'm special agent Krisp I'm here about the girl who uh died by an animal bite."

"uh sure. Why does the FBI care about this?"

"they think maybe someone made her get attacked."

"interesting..."

Walking out to the impala since he got the info he needed and knew Where to go next, from far away he thought he seen someone inside the car. Like a girl. With y/h/c.

"excuse me? What are you doing in my car???" He started jogging over and when he looked in ---

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And that was the beginning of day 8.

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voidszoro · 5 years

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In Denial // A Theo Raeken story

Chapter 2

Chapter 1 link below

https://voidstu.tumblr.com/post/185806800855/in-denial-a-theo-raeken-story

On my way to Lydia's house, I received another text.

LIAM: Please understand I had to do it.

I ignored the text, still upset about the issue that occurred earlier today, and continued my drive to Lydia's. Stiles' birthday is tomorrow and Lydia and I need to finish decorating the lake house. I've actually been planning this party for my brother, with Lydia, for a while. He means the world to me. I really hope the current situation doesn't ruin his special day. His 18th birthday.

Actually, Stiles and I have the same birthday. We're twins. Ever since Stiles and I turned five, we decide to have separate birthday parties. Then we got into the conflict of having the party on the actual date of our birth, so we switch off every other year. And I love it.

For the past three months, Stiles has been begging me to convince Lydia to have the party at the lake house. Somehow, Lydia convinced her mom, and now we have a lake house. A much bigger space for a party rather than the usual location, Scotts house.

I pull into Lydia's long driveway and up to her humongous mansion-type house. It's like a castle compared to my tiny, dirty house. The grass looks freshly cut and the bushes, neatly trimmed into little spheres. I get out of my car, opening the trunk. Inside the trunk are two cardboard boxes stuffed to the brim with streamers, deflated balloons, and different variations of party banners.

Lydia aproaches my car with her signature curly, strawberry blonde hair and neat smile.

"Need a hand, sweetie?" She takes a box in her arms and frowns at me. "How much stuff did you bring?" She says. She wears a casual dress with her usual heels. Her dog, Prada, prances out from behind her a jumps on my leg. I pet her on the head for a few seconds and look back at Lydia.

I reply, "Enough for a good party." She snorts and carries the box to the trunk of her car, which also has boxes with snacks and miscellaneous pieces of silverware and paper dishes. I follow her with the second box and I close my trunk, as she does her's.

"Got the cake?" I ask. She opens the door to the backseat and points to a small box holding a delicious looking cake coverd in light blue icing. About the same color as Stiles' Jeep.

"Of course dear. How could I forget?" She shuts the door, opening the drivers door.

I hop in the passengers side of the vehicle, and we head to the lake house.

Thirty or so minutes later, we arrive.

After two and a half hours of hanging streamers and filling the fridge with snacks, we finally finish setting up for the party. Lydia drives me back to her house, in which I picked up my car and left for my house. I tiredly open the front door, locking it behind me. The time on the clock hanging on the living room wall says nine o'clock.

"Dad, Stiles, I'm home!" No reply. I walk into the kitchen, expecting to see someone, but nobody was there. I run upstairs to check Stiles' room. Nobody either. Upon glancing at his bed, I spot a small sticky note, pressed lightly against the duvet covers. I pick it up and read it.

Hey Ruby, I'm staying at Scott's tonight. Dad told me to tell you he has a late shift again. See you tomorrow!! I'm so excited! Can you believe we are almost 18?! Anyways, love you sis. Cya.

I laugh at the note. Another note to add to the box full I have stored in my room. Nice, I have the whole house to myself.

I walk down the hallway a bit and into my room. I quietly close the door behind me. I turn around and immediately scream. I catch my breath when I realize it's not an intruder but it's just six foot one Theo Raeken.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?! AND MY ROOM! ON MY BED!!" Theo didn't move from his position, sitting on the edge of my bed.

"I kinda don't have a place to stay." He gives me a shy smile. I've never seen Theo without his signature cocky grin so this was a strange look on him.

"Yeah okay but what made you think you could stay at my house? You know Stiles AND the sheriff live here."

"You were the only one I could trust." He rubs the back of his neck, anxiously, not pointing out the fact he has a black duffel bag sitting on the bed next to him. Theo is the last person I'd ever want in my room, let alone on my bed.

"You have Scott. You have the pack. I have no one. I figured you might be kind enough to let me stay. At least on the couch or in a spare room." His voice was soft as he continued. I couldn't help but feel bad for him. He was right. He has nobody.

"Stiles is staying at Scott's and my dad is coming home late. I can't risk you on the couch but I could get some clean blankets so you could stay in the spare room." He smiled at that. "However," I start, "If my dad catches you, I'm not covering for you."

"Deal." He stands up and grabs his things as I lead him to the spare room.

"Stay here, I'll go get some blankets."

When I got back to the room, Theo was sitting on the bed like before, his bag on the ground.

"Thank you for doing this, Ruby."

"Don't expect it again." And with that, I left him with the blankets, closing the door, and tucking myself into my nice, warm bed. Before falling asleep I think to myself since when am I nice to Theo Raeken? And with that thought, I close my eyes and fall asleep.

Hiiiii. It's em aka rappsmoonlight or voidstu. How are you enjoying the story? I would LOVE to hear feedback or suggestions. Maybe leave a comment about your predictions on the next chapter. I know not a lot of people are reading this. It's June 22 (a day after I posted the first chapter) I'm going to write often so you can count on new chapters soon. Please please please share with your friends. It would mean the world to me. I love you all sm. Xoxo -em

Word count: 1098 (longer than last chapter)

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smolboiseavey · 5 years

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Untitled // a horror story about Why Don’t We

**the only people included are Jack, Jonah, Daniel, Corbyn and Christina. This story was originally written for my creative writing class, and when I was writing it I couldn’t fit Zach in. Their personalities are also slightly different because of this. Also, sorry in advanced for the weird spacing. Tumblr is being stupid.

Taglist: @jackshappiness @katie-avery @grace-nadine-limelight @softavery

Summary: the group decides to explore an abandoned hospital for Halloween. Their adventure takes a dark turn for the worse.

2556 words

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“So what are the plans for Halloween this year?” Daniel asks over the loud buzz of students, sitting down next to Christina. It was currently last period, and like every day during October, Jonah and his friends were talking about Halloween.

Jonah shrugs, moving his dark hair out of his face for possibly the hundredth time today. “I was just going to stay home again this year,” he says, “you guys know I never really had an interest in Halloween stuff.”

“What, you scared or somethin’?” Jack scoffs, pulling his varsity bomber jacket around himself. “No, it’s actually the complete opposite,” Jonah explains, “All the horror stuff isn’t scary at all to me.”

“Yeah, Jonah’s never been scared of anything.” Corbyn agrees next to him, reaching over and stealing one of Jack’s chips. “Okay, but that doesn’t answer my question guys! Halloween is literally tomorrow and we still haven’t figured out what we’re going to do.” Daniel complains, exasperated. “Ooh! How about we go explore that abandoned hospital that’s like 10 minutes away from my house?” Jack suggests, “That would be pretty fun.”

“I dunno, it seems kind of dangerous.” Christina says worriedly, “Didn’t you see the news?”

“Wait, what happened?” Corbyn asks. Christina sighs, showing him her phone. On the bright LCD display was an article from the local news. “Oh gosh…” He trails off, reading further into the article. His eyes widen with shock. “There’s a murderer on the loose. In this area.” He says, “it's way too dangerous to go out there at night. Let’s just skip out on going somewhere and stay home.”

“Come on, man, don’t be like that! I’m sure it’ll be fine.” Jack says, hitting his arm playfully. Corbyn sits for a minute, thinking. Christina rolls her eyes at his comment, turning back down to the story. Daniel bounces up in his seat, his eyes lighting up. “Going to an abandoned hospital sounds like tons of fun! I wonder what we’ll find there…” he says, smiling. “Yeah, I guess I’ll tag along.” Corbyn announces finally, “as long as Christina goes too.” Christina stares at him with disbelief. “Seriously?” He nods vigorously.

“Ugh! Fine, whatever. But if anything bad happens, I’m leaving.” she sighs. “What about you, Jonah?” Jack asks.

“I guess I could go too.” Jonah replies, shrugging. “Awesome! So are we meeting up at Jack’s house tomorrow night?” Daniel asks, jumping up. “Yeah. Well there we go, we have plans for Halloween!” Jack says as the bell rings. They rise from our seats, gathering their things. Everyone goes their separate ways, as it’s the end of the school day. Jonah starts walking to his car, only to be stopped by someone tapping his shoulder. He turns to find Christina, a worried look on her face. “Are you okay?” she asks.

“Yeah, I’m fine. You should know by now, I don’t get scared or anything by those sort of things.” Jonah replies, giving her a smile. She sighs, returning the smile.

“If you say so,” she says with a chuckle, “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

“Christina, I’m fine, seriously. You don’t have to act like my mom all the time. Go worry about your man, he needs you to hover over him at all times.” Jonah says.

“Corbyn is not my man-” she gasps, “you know what, whatever, you’re right. Just remember you don’t have to follow them around if you don’t want to.” Jonah grins, unlocking his car. “I could give you the same advice.” he says, “Just relax. Have fun Tina.” She rolls her eyes at her nickname, a smile creeping onto her lips. “I’ll try.” Christina says, “Well cya tomorrow night, I’m going to go find Corbyn now.” She walks off, leaving Jonah alone in the school parking lot once more.

~~~

“Psst! Corbyn!”

Jack throws the tenth rock at Corbyn’s window, getting up from his spot in the grass. The window screeches open, revealing the sleepy boy.

“What do you want Jack? It’s literally one a.m.” he says with a yawn, rubbing his eye gently. “I have an idea for tomorrow. Come downstairs.” Jack replies, playing with a small stone in his right hand. Corbyn sighs, closing the window shut. A few moments later he trudges outside, pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. “Oh dang, the glasses are on.” Jack says jokingly.

“Shut it, will you? I didn’t feel like putting in my contacts.” Corbyn replies with a small laugh. “Now, what did you want? Couldn’t you have just texted me?”

“Yeah I guess, but I already went out and told everyone else. Plus, your house is literally across from mine.” Jack says in defense. “Anyway, do you want to hear what I have to say or not?”

“Yeah yeah, go ahead.”

“We’re going to scare Jonah.”

“What?”

“Yep! We’re making it happen.” Jack declares with a smile.

“Seriously?” Corbyn sighs, “Don’t get your hopes up. He doesn’t get scared.”

“Come on, Corbs, I’m sure we could scare him eventually. Especially in that abandoned hospital!”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Corbyn says, “So what are we doing to scare him?”

“I already told everyone else but we’re all posing as possibly the scariest things ever, and we’re going to lure him deep into the abandoned hospital and like, scare him.” Jack explains, a smile creeping onto his face. “I have a fake axe and mask ready for you at my house.”

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Corbyn asks, “Especially in an abandoned hospital? Someone could get hurt.”

“Come on, it’ll be okay!” Jack replied coolly, “No one will get hurt or whatever.”

“Okay okay, fine. I’ll help.” Corbyn lets out another sigh.

“Awesome! See you tonight!”

~~~

The day everyone had been anticipating had finally come. It was around sunset on Halloween. The sound of trick-or-treaters going from house to house echoed in the usually quiet town. Children’s laughter could be heard for miles. Jack, Daniel, Christina and Corbyn were busy getting the pranks ready, putting the final touches on multiple traps and costumes. Jonah sat in his room, as he did for most of the day, reading. “So um...how are we going to meet up with Jonah? We’re kind of uh…” Christina gestured to the special effects makeup on her face, making it seem as though her throat was slit. “Well, we look like we’re dead. We can’t just approach him.”

“I already texted him to meet us there at 6:30.” Jack replies, “Don’t worry about a thing, I have everything under control.” Corbyn tucks a strand of his icy blond hair behind his mask.

“Awesome! Are we going to the hospital now?” Daniel asks excitedly. “Yep! Go ahead and hop in the truck, I need to grab something.” Jack says, unlocking his truck with his key. As his friends gather in the vehicle Jack walks inside, grabbing an aged, rusted knife from his kitchen. He prances back to the truck, hiding the knife in a compartment in the truck bed.

“Ready?” He asks, hopping onto the driver’s seat. A chorus of agreements fill the compartment as Jack pulls out of the driveway. They make the quick journey to the abandoned hospital and set up all the pranks they had prepared during the day. The sun had sunk deeper below the horizon, casting the building in dark ominous shadows. Jack met up with Jonah at the entrance, while the others hid in various locations inside the hospital.

“So are you excited?” Jack says, handing Jonah a flashlight.

“I guess.” Jonah replies, giving him a shrug. “It’s better than babysitting again.” Jack pries open the broken glass doors and walks in, Jonah right behind him. Wooden boards were pinned unevenly over windows, the tile floor was broken and patchy. The main room was dark, other than a few flickering lights here and there. The smell of mold and decaying wood got stronger as they ventured further in, passing what seemed like a reception desk. The two continued past rows of plastic chairs, their bright rainbow colors faded and the plastic cracked and worn in. Rusted needles and metal tools lay scattered on the floor. Jack took the lead and walked further down the empty hall, shining his flashlight around. “Let’s go in here.” He says, stopping in front of a door. He walks in, a bored Jonah right behind. “Yep, just what I expected. Normal hospital bed, normal chairs, normal everything. Can we continue?” Jonah says in a monotone voice, shining a light on the furniture in the room. “Way to ruin the mood, Jo.” Jack groans. All of a sudden, a dark figure pops up from behind the blood-stained hospital bed. Deafening screeches filled the room, making Jack jump. Jonah looks up at the person.

“Oh, hey Christina.” He says with a smile. She lets out a laugh, peeling the gory mask from her face.

“How’d you know?” Jack asks, confused.

“Her nails. The rainbow holo is kind of hard to miss.” Jonah replies, chuckling.

“I told you it wouldn’t work! I even scared you!” She exclaims.

Jack sighs, walking out of the room, stepping around shards of broken glass. “Whatever. Let’s just go.” The trio continues deeper into the abandoned hospital, guided by Jack and the small light of his flashlight. They take a left and continue down the narrow hall, avoiding various dangers.

“Ooh! Let’s go here!” Jack says suddenly, taking a sharp turn into another room.

Christina and Jonah follow shortly after, Jack scouting ahead like he had before.

“Woah look at this!” Jack points to a wooden table in the corner, covered in dried blood. It had multiple scratches and deep cuts, as if it had been struck by a blade multiple times. “Why would they have that in a modern hospital??” Christina asks suspiciously, shining her flashlight on it.Just as Jonah walked up to it, a large, rusted metal axe slams down on the aged table, almost splitting it in half. Jack yelps, jumping back. Christina runs behind Jonah, getting away from the weapon in front of them. Jonah just stands there, unphased. A person appears from the shadows, a mask covering their face also. A small tuft of blond peaked out from behind the disguise. “Oh, you were in on it too. Hello, Corbyn.”

“Darn, I totally thought that would work on you.” Corbyn replies, his words dripping in sarcasm. He takes off the mask, a sly smiles on his face. “Corbyn! You didn’t have to slam the axe that hard!” Christina exclaims, hitting his arm.

“Okay okay, I’m sorry Tina, I didn’t mean to scare you too.” he says with a laugh.

“You’re so going to pay for that-”

“Wait, Jonah didn’t get scared?” Jack says, interrupting the couple abruptly.

“Nope.” Jonah replies, moving his dark hair out of his face. “Can we just continue before Christina murders Corb?”

“Ugh! Fine, whatever. Let’s keep going.” he storms off, walking out of the room. “I tried to tell him.” Corbyn says with a shrug as the trio proceeds to follow their friend. Christina pulls her long, dark brown hair into a ponytail.

“You should know by now Jack is way too stubborn to listen.” She replies.

“Why is he doing all this anyway?” Jonah asks.

“He’s determined to scare you. Like, seriously determined.” Christina says, looking up at the moldy wooden beams on the ceiling. “Weird, but not really. I guess he thought he was up to the challenge.” He says with a chuckle. “Too bad it’s not gonna work.” By now, Jack was nowhere to be seen, but no one paid any mind to that. The group decided to go back to the main lobby, taking a different path. Jonah now took the lead, Corbyn and Christina right behind him. They walked down the lengthy pathway, Jonah going slightly ahead. He comes up to a fork in the hall.

“Boo!” Daniel pops out from behind a wall on the right, making two out of the three jump. “Hi Daniel, glad you could join us.” Jonah says with a laugh. Daniel joins in on the laughter, turning on his flashlight. “Darn, I still didn’t scare you! I don’t know how you do it, Jo.”

“I’m sure you’ll get me eventually.” he replies, ruffling the boy’s hair playfully. “God, I wish! You’re impossible.” Daniel states, shoving his arm away with a smile.

“Well I’m glad we finally found you! I was starting to get worried.” Christina says from behind them.“What?” Corbyn makes the turn and joins them. “Oh, hey Daniel!”

The four friends pick their way through the labyrinth of halls, finally making it back to the main lobby. Everyone was relieved, finally out of the dangerous hospital, but something was off. The lobby looked like a normal lobby, a drastic change from its former run-down state. A few of the fluorescent lights on the ceiling even flickered here and there. “Well that’s kind of odd.”

“Kind of odd?!?!” Christina screams dramatically, “This is terrifying! Someone else is here!”

“Christina.”

“What if they know we’re here?? What if they’re stalking us?!”

“Tina!”

“What if it’s that m-murderer that’s on the loose?! I told you guys this was a bad idea!! We’re so dead-”

“Christina Marie Harris! Calm down.” Corbyn yells, shaking her. “Take a deep breath. It’s going to be okay.” She stands there silent for a few seconds, taking deep breaths. “I think I’m okay now.”

Jonah turns to Daniel, who has been oddly quiet on the journey back.

“Are you okay?” He asks the small brunette, concern laced in his tone. His usually bright blue eyes dark up to meet his hazel ones.

“Jack isn’t here.”

His eyes widen with realization, running a hand through his hair. “You’re right.”

“Guys, have you seen Jack anywhere?” Daniel asks, confused and scared.

“No, not since he stormed off earlier.” Corbyn replies.

“Oh. I thought he was with you guys.” The four now stood in a circle, right in the middle of the lobby. A small hole in the ceiling above them let in small slivers of moonlight. “Maybe we should call him or something.” Jonah suggests. “Wait, but we left our phones back in the truck.” Daniel sighs, distressed. Jonah pulls out his phone, pressing the power button. A small battery symbol flashes on the screen, indicating that the device is dead. “Welp, there goes that.”

“Maybe we should go look for him. We could retrace our steps and try to find him or-”

“Miss me?” A deep voice rumbles through the room, cutting Corbyn off.

“What was that??” Daniel whisper yells, huddling closer to Christina. Jonah sighs, shaking his head. “Seriously guys? That wasn’t even that scary. Nothing to worry about, I bet Jack is just pranking us-”

His eyes go wide with shock. A knife thrust through his heart to the other side, revealing itself to his friends. A scream leaves someone’s mouth. Corbyn pushes the two remaining behind him, shoving them to safety. The now dirty knife is taken out of Jonah’s lifeless corpse, which falls to the ground with a thump. His hazel eyes still open, still shining with fear. He lay on the ground, dead.

Jack steps out from behind them, a menacing grin on his chapped lips.

“Now, who’s next?”

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