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betasquads · 6 months

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FORGOTTEN, Niko Omilana

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summary: you and Niko were friends right before he got famous. One by one, day by day, he started to forget that you even exist. Months started to pass by, and you found yourself questioning if he ever thought about you. It began piling up to years. On a random workday, you bump into the least expected person.

warnings: mentions of death, maybe some curse words?!

A/N: sorry to break but there won't be a part two for this! (maybe if I get an idea on how to complete it then sure)

"That is going to be disgusting." you cringe at the ingredients put in the blender. Infront of the camera, an 18 year old Niko Omilana sat there blindfolded.

You both decided to do a challenge that was currently trending on youtube where you get the most random ingredients and pile them up with numbers. One person says the number while blindfolded and the other makes the drink. Then the one with the best ingredients wins.

"Is it that bad?" A worried Niko speaks.

"It's horrid." You remark with a nervous laugh, pouring it in a cup where he can't see the contents and how the drink looked like.

"Alright– let me take this off." You say as you capture your lips between your teeth. You takes the blindfold off gently and that results to Niko's heart fluttering, butterflies in his stomach erupted at you just doing a simple task to him.

"This is going to be really delicious!" You smile at the camera and Niko tries to sniff whatever that was in the cup but you immediately tut in disappointment.

"That's cheating! Come on just drink. It's really tasty." You bring it up to his mouth and you make him take more than a gulp, before Niko chokes and begins to gag at the taste. Your mouth is wide at how Niko tries to keep it down, despite the disgusting ingredients in the drink.

"What is that? Did you poison my drink? It tastes like the entire sea in there." He forcefully swallows it, bringing the cup down.

You just laugh until tears began forming in your eyes, "Your reaction is priceless!" You say through cries of laughing as you clutch your stomach.

Just the sight of you laughing, made him let out small laughs, "What was in there?"

You let out a huge amount of air when you finally stop laughing, "Anchovies, nutella, cereal, an egg, and pomegranate juice."

"Why was yours much better?" He wonders. Yours only consisted of spinach, chocolate milk, ice cream, beans, and the chocolate Aero. The spinach and the beans barely effected the drink and it resulted to you having the tastier drink.

"We already know who won. It's me, again." You point at yourself with both of your index finger.

"She's rigging every challenge, it's not fair." He shakes his head and drinks the leftover of your drink. Deep down inside, he'd get excited by just looking at how excited you get when you win. It was like he won aswell.

"I guess that's it for the video. Unless you want me to win you over again." You shrug and aggressively take your drink back.

"Crazy how this drink has beans and it tastes quite nice–" You hum pleasure at how tasty your drinks was.

"Shush. Nobody cares. Alright that's the end of the video. We'll see you again next Sunday." Niko finishes the outro and right after he was done, you both began cleaning up and setting everything in its place.

When you place some of the stuff in the fridge, a thought hits you when you look over at Niko and you let out a small laugh. He turns around, confused on why you were laughing.

"What is it?"

"I just have a feeling you'll be big someday. As in millions of subscribers and all of that." You smile at the thought. Niko's dream of doing pranks and becoming big was the only thing he'd talk about.

"Impossible." He says under his breath, chuckling.

"Oh you'll see. I'll be the first person to tell you that I told you so. Just don't forget about me, Omilana."

He scoffs in disbelief, "You're my best friend since childhood and you're the most annoying person i ever met," He starts, placing all the dishes in the sink.

"it'll be impossible to forget about you, y/l/n. " He snakes his arm around your waist to pull you into a side hug. You thought this was a friendly hug, but nevertheless, you felt the exact same familiar butterflies errupt in your stomach whenever he would hold your hand or pull you into hugs.

"Plus, you'll be there to see it for yourself. You're not getting rid of me that easily." He narrows his eyes at you and walks off to get the rest of the things that were in his room.

You really hoped his words were true, because even if he didn't like you back, you wanted to spend your lifespan with him as his best friend.

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4 months later*

Niko: the last video that we made

together got over 10,000 views,

I can't believe it

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Y/N: not surprised, your videos

are entertaining especially when

I'm in it!

Niko: shush. that's not true, you

always lower my views you schmuck

Y/N: whatever helps you sleep at

night! I'm coming tomorrow to

celebrate

Niko: thought you had work?

Y/N: convinced my boss to let

me off for tomorrow, that's how

much I hate you 👍🏻

Niko: say whatever that helps you

sleep at night! mcdonald's worker 🤣

Seen

8 months later*

Y/N: do you wanna hang out? just

came back from vacation and It's

been like 4 months since we've

seen each other

Niko: sure, but it'll be like for an

hour and then I'll leave since I

have to edit something

Y/N: I could help you?

Niko: No its alright. I'll see you

in 10

Seen

5 months later *

Y/N: congratulations on your

recent video !!! It really has a

huge amount of views, very

proud like always

Niko: it's not that much but thank you

Y/N: of course it is, idiot. Do you

wanna hang?

Niko: later, I'm busy and I have got

something to do

Y/N: that's what you've been saying

for the past few months but alright.

Seen

4 days later *

Y/N: it's a saturday, don't tell me you're

busy on a weekend

Niko: I'm not, but i'm really exhausted

Y/N: alright then... text me when

you're free since you keep refusing

all my invites

Seen

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2 years later*

And that was the last time since you've heard from Niko. He wasn't even that famous at that time, only around 50 thousand subscribers to his channel. So you sometimes wondered why would he be busy at the time?

You even thought if he ever thought about your name or if he ever felt ashamed whenever the thought of it just popped up in his mind.

You even thought that the little crush you had on Niko would be gone after a few months of him never getting back to you, but no, your feelings just got stronger.

Today, a 21 year old you was seated across the laptop since you had to do some work about searching for a topic to speak about. You sip on your hot coffee as you sigh deeply, too exhausted to do anything.

That was until you came across an article about a special someone, your back immediately straightened up. He had hit 1 million subs today, August 26th 2019. You scoff, clicking on the article and pressing 'not interested.'

Even though you both might've aren't friends anymore, you couldn't help but feel proud of his success. You just knew it from the bottom of your heart, that he'll be big someday. And he was. You knew it wasn't far from becoming millions.

You knew him and you knew his personality would get him famous.

You just wished you were there to see him grow big with his following.

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1 month later*

Your parents death hit hard. You could feel your life crashing down at the decisions that life had been giving you lately. It seemed like it just wanted you to suffer in life.

The strings in your heart was slowly starting to be ripped apart, you were sure that your life has come to an end.

You arrive at a random hotel since you sold your family house to get by until you find a job since you had been fired. The hallways looked a little too depressing to you or maybe it was just your thinking made everything look sad and horrible.

When you finally makes it to your room, you stand infront of the door and you put your hotel key and twist the door knob once it makes a click noise.

You close the door behind you and you take a glance at the hotel room, for some reason you used to always be excited whenever you got into a hotel room because you had someone with you and it would be for an exciting reason, like being on vacation, visiting your family and friends, and laughing so hard and becoming annoyed because the sheets were tucked in and they couldn't get it out.

But walking in and looking around at the room, made your heart ache. And when you felt it, tears began falling and so did your body. So you immediately got closer to the bed and sat down, your hands instinctively going to your mouth to at least muffle your cries.

When you heard your parents had died from the car losing control and driving off of a bridge, you were completely numb. You couldn't even cry. You just nodded and clarified that the two lifeless bodies were indeed your parents. You felt the pain in every part of your body, but still couldn't shed a tear. Now that it all hit you and your life was possibly over, you just felt the feeling of heartbreak and it was the complete worse.

All the voices going through your mind like the strings of the guitar when it goes smoothly towards your auricle, always hits you with guilt. For what it's worth, you knew there was no going back when the car lost control, fear, was all you felt.

The screams you heard before the car hit the water was constantly replaying in your mind, because you were also in the car, yet somehow you managed to live and escape the car and not your parents. Survivors guilt.

No one there to help you stop thinking about those thoughts. When you pathetically tried to help your father was no use, because you blacked out. You accepted your fate, only to wake up without your parents surviving, or even next to them. The rescues told you when they found you, you had already gotten out of the car so it was easier to rescue you.

You even thought about calling Niko, you needed him terribly.

You needed him to give you a break from overthinking it and replaying the events back. The thoughts of you being alone forever attacked you at most nights, you drowned into the depths of trauma, when your life flashed before your way to death. You were the only family member of your own that was still standing.

You were given a second chance at life, but why? You thought you didn't deserve it. Your brain constantly kept reminding you that you weren't worth being alive, your heart telling her that life was no use.

The way your heart ached when you realized your parents passed, all your surroundings weren't important. Nothing was important. It was all one nightmare that had came true. All you thought as a kid was growing old without your parents, and your thoughts became reality.

You were angry at yourself, you wanted to just scream at yourself for thinking that you were going to grow old with your parents and they could see you finish college and for you to get married one day.

But nothing like that will happen, right?

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11 months later*

You finally got your bachelor degree and you were now working as a director and an editor at a young age, and everything almost seemed great for you.

That was of course until you heard rumors about Nicholas Omilana getting a girlfriend. You couldn't careless about him anymore in which you were convincing herself, but It was all over the place that even the people you worked with always teases you since they seemed to have watched Niko's old videos.

It was starting to get annoying that you threatened to fire them if they weren't professional enough.

You aren't just a film director, you usually edited for YouTube channels and directed for them aswell. So it was really easy to find people to work for you.

You loved youd job so much, it was something that you always wanted to work as, especially with Niko.

Now his name was everywhere, but he was still nowhere to be found.

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3 years later, present*

"I've been trying to find Henry, but he's nowhere to be found." you say to the phone that's clutched in your hands as you walk around the rented mall.

You rented the mall only for the first floor to advertise some brands and it was going to be a long hectic week. You were currently in Germany with one of your biggest clients, renting an entire floor wasn't something you'd tell someone daily.

You didn't know you could make it this far. You were an actress, a director, and a model aswell.

"Just go to the second floor and see if he's there."

"I don't think we're allowed to step in there since im pretty sure some other people rented the second floor." You say confused as you look up, finding it a huge coincidence that people are renting a mall at the same time.

"If we don't find Henry, we'll be making them wait and they'll probably spit in our faces. They're sending me very mean stares. They look grumpy." You hear your boyfriend describe them which makes you giggle.

"Alright, babe. Just ramble and ramble like how you always do so they don't get bored. I'll be right back." You turn the call off and you go to the non working escalator and you start walking up.

When you reach on the second floor, you look around, trying to find the familiar face. You get startled once you hear your phone ringing, starting to walk around the mall.

You checks your phone and you roll your eyes once you see on the screen that it was written Henry.

You accept the call and you places the phone to your ear, "Henry, where are you? We've been trying to get to you after you just randomly disappeared!" You yell angrily since you could easily lose your client if one of the most important people weren't there.

"Yes, yes– I'm just meeting up with other problems since I have other clients aswell so it's a bit hectic." You hear him ramble, and it seems like he was out of breath.

"What ?! Another client? Why didn't you just tell me to move it to another day–"

"You don't understand. I'm still in the mall with other clients. They're just on the second floor." You grip the side of your forehead in disappointment. You we're practically just walking so fast around the mall without a thought.

"Yeah well our clients are currently very grumpy. They look like they'll about to sue our ass Henry! Get your ass down or I swear to–" Your words were cut off when you're bumped into a tall, large masculine body.

You scoff in anger, too pissed off to mutter an apology, "Watch where you're going dickhead–"

You were immediately slapped on the face with shock when you're met with the face you haven't seen since years, words were tied to your tounge, and suddenly there was no words to say. The mean words that you had in mind was now completely gone.

Your eyes are wide and filled with betrayal and his are wide and shocked. "Get my ass down or you'll swear to what?" You hear Henry with a little bit of an attitude, but you're too focused on the face that you haven't seen this face since you were 18.

Now you both were 25 and even matured in looks and definitely the way you acted around people.

He stares at you and he was even surprised at how much you've grown into your looks. Your facial structure matured since you were 18 and you became a little taller. Your hair was let down, not like when you used to put into a bun. You've abandoned your usual tracksuits and you were now wearing a suit.

"Hello? Where the hell are you–"

"Im sorry, I'll have to call you back." You mumble into your phone and close the call immediately.

"y/n."

"Niko."

You both say in union.

You hear Niko swallow and slightly tense at your name being spilled from his mouth, as if it was foreign on his tounge.

"How have you been?" You were shocked at how there was so much change in his voice. He can't seem to say anything except this sentence, too lost in how much you've changed and all the memories in the depths of his brain that were locked away we're being unlocked by each second he stared at you.

All those years went by too fast and in this exact moment, you asked yourself how it would've been like for you if this friendship didn't come to an end too soon.

"How have I been?" You scoff in confusion, disgust, and disappointment at the stupid question, shaking your head.

You try to compose yourself and try to hide the pain that twisted in your heart. Even after all these years, deep down you knew you would never be over him.

You sigh at how rude you sounded in the beginning, "Everything's great. It was great seeing you again, but I have somewhere to be." You try to walk past him, begging silently for him to beg you not to leave.

"Hey, hey–" He grips your hands, too scared let go after he's seen you after all those years. Just like you hoped for how this would work, you were still contemplating whether it was worth it even yelling at him or even talking to him. You turn around reluctantly, looking again at those familiar brown eyes.

"I want to talk." He says hesitantly and you scoff.

"We had plenty of years to talk. You didn't. You didn't even try contacting me, Niko. You just completely forgot about—" You didn't know what was the sudden pause, but you couldn't even complete the sentence.

You wanted to cry in his arms and you wanted him to run his fingers across your hair, like he always did before whenever you cried about something.

But, he didn't deserve your yelling.

"I don't see the point in telling you everything, or anything at all because you never cared. Did you?" You say aggressively, your arms crossing.

Niko was tall, but at this moment, he felt like he was the shorter one and you felt like you were taller than him.

"Of course I care. I swear I care. But–" He says immediately without thinking, but you cut him off.

"We were kids. I don't think this conversation will work because clearly you don't know who I am now." He felt his heart break at your statement, and he felt true fear if you actually did change.

He felt hurt that he couldn't see you grow up into the woman you were, or see how your personality evolved over the years.

He felt his heart twist and his stomach turn, realizing that there was no returning back.

"It was good seeing you–" You were cut off when you hear another familiar voice calling from behind.

"I guess you've seen– my other client." Henry pants, he's out of breath. But there was a nervousness that played in his eyes, like he knew he did something wrong.

"You work with Henry?" Niko's eyes are wide, surpised. Henry was a famous producer in the UK, which meant only one thing.

You were successful and Niko wasn't there to see you. And you weren't there either to see him grow like this.

It went both ways.

You and Niko were battling with your eyes, wanting so badly to hold each other with the other's arms and you both knew it. You both knew how much you both missed each other.

You could see a layer of tear on his eyes, but he tried so hard not to let it go. He felt like he was dumb at the moment and also wanted to yell at you for not letting him tell his reason before Henry interrupted.

"Yes I do." You mumble, feeling that all of those years were wasted.

You wanted him to see the struggles you went through and wanted for it to be him that helped you stand up back again, but you did it all by yourself.

But you? You helped him in every way. You were the one who pushed him to do everything, you were the one who encouraged him to start it all.

He didn't deserve having you, did he?

You wanted for this to never happen.

"Told you so, Omilana." You walk past him, and he was so confused with the sentence, and he was left dumbfounded.

This had just proved to you that he has forgotten every memory and every moment you both spent together. He forgot the moment where you promised him you were going to tell him 'I told you so.' He forgot.

And just like that, the void, the emptiness that he felt before seeing you, came back again. He wanted to run after you, apologize, and kiss the shit out of you. Something that he should've done a while ago.

You left for a reason.

Because you knew the older you both got and one of you leaves the earth, you'd always remember the things Niko taught you and he will aswell. Those were just memories. Something that we had in the past and are meant to be forgotten.

But it hurt the both of you for it to end this way.

Tears fell down as you walked off at the memories that came like a storm, wishing your ending included Niko Omilana by your side.

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manicplank · 2 months

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The Color Pink (Part 2)

I know, I know, I took a long time to write part two. I haven't had much time or inspiration to actually get on my computer and write. With The Noise update out, my motivation is FILLED. Anyways, enjoy. This one is longer than the last one. Sorry not sorry.

A loud, rhythmic beeping began at the crack of dawn. Hazel had already pressed snooze a couple of times. She grumbled in annoyance as she realized it was time to wake up for the day. Once again, she woke up hoping that today would be the day that The Noise came back to her cafe. She had been hoping that it'd that day since the moment he stepped out of the door. She crawled out of bed and began her morning routine. She brushed her teeth first then her hair. She splashed her face with cold water in an attempt to wake herself up faster. Then she got dressed in her favorite uniform; the pretty pink bunny mask, a matching color of overalls over a white shirt, and her absolute favorite red heels. She sighed before she headed off into the morning.

The Slum was always so humid. Somehow, it only added extra tension to the air. She walked through it daily to get to her cafe. She was always so paranoid as she clutched her purse tightly to her chest. Sometimes, some of the shrimp and pigs from The Pig City would wander around. Occasionally, there's violence. She was thinking about going to Pizzaface soon and asking for a different location. She was grateful to have a cafe, but she was starting to get sick of the location. As she approached her cafe, she saw a shrimp hanging outside of the door. They made eye contact, and she stopped in her tracks. "Hey, there," he spoke. "Don't worry, I ain't gonna hurt'cha. I just wanna buy a coffee that don't taste like pizza."

"Oh," she let out a nervous laugh. "Okay, um... Give me a minute or two to get it all started."

She unlocked the door and he followed her in. He sat down at the counter and watched her as she worked. Thankfully, she had a good close the night before and set herself up for the morning. The machines and pots were already clean. All she had to do was put in fresh filters and beans then brew. As the coffee brewed into the pot, the bell over the door rang. "Vigi," she greeted. The Vigilante stood at the door, squinting his eyes.

"Everything okay in here," he asked, seeing the shrimp.

"Oh, yeah, everything's fine. Just an extra early customer!"

"Well, alright."

The Vigilante slithered up to the counter and sat on the stool. "What can I get you, sir," she asked the shrimp. "Ehhh, lemme just get a coffee with milk n' sugar." She poured two mugs of coffee, one completely full and one three quarters full. She added milk and sugar to fill the one to the top then she handed each of them their cups. The Vigilante gave a slight glance to the shrimp, and the shrimp glanced back. "Don't worry, cheese man," the shrimp spoke and sipped his coffee. "I ain't got a warrant. You can keep mindin' yer business." The Vigilante let out a groan and turned back to Noisette.

"So," The Vigilante started, "The Noise come back here, yet?"

"No," she sighed. "I've been hoping, but I don't think he's coming back."

"What? Did he not like your coffee?"

"I don't know. He said he loved it, but... I thought he would've come back by now." She frowned a little, which The Vigilante saw.

"You said The Noise was in here," the shrimp man asked.

Noisette sighed again. "He was, but that was weeks ago..."

"You know, he's the one who told me to check this place out."

Her rabbit ears went straight. "Really? Wait, you know him?"

"Oh yeah, he's a big celebrity in The Pig City. Comes around every so often. He said sum'n about a cafe in The Slum having coffee that didn't taste like pizza."

"Huh..."

The day went by pretty quickly once the Pig City Police came in for their coffees. Once she was lost in her work, she also lost track of time. Noon finally hit, and it was time for her to start closing up. The cafe was empty, and people usually stopped coming around that time. She started taking the machines apart and cleaning them. She liked coming in to a clean cafe. It made it easier to start her day. She was elbow deep in dish water when the bell rang. It was him!

"Hey," The Noise was panting and out of breath. "I, uh, hope you're not closed."

"Are you okay," she asked.

"Yeah," he huffed, "I... Sorry, I sort of ran here hoping to get there in time, but it looks like I'm a bit too late."

"Actually, I haven't poured any of the coffee out. It might be a bit stale, though."

He walked over and sat at the counter. "That's fine," he cleared his throat, no longer breathing heavy. "I'm just taking lunch. It's been a rough day on set, and I need a pick-me-up."

"What can I get you?"

"Same as last time?"

"Uh..."

"..."

"I, uh... Don't remember."

"Oh! Right. It's been a while since I've been here, huh." He chuckled. "Iced coffee, shot of espresso, sweet cream with three sugar."

"I'm on it!"

She quickly prepared his coffee. She was a little shaky as her heart was fluttering. Her celebrity crush was there, again! Getting her coffee, AGAIN!! She was suddenly on top of the world. She poured it into a glass but stopped. "Wait," she turned to him, "was this for here or to go?" He smiled and laughed, seeing that she had already poured it. "I can stay if you don't mind." She smiled and gave him his coffee. "Of course, not." The two locked eyes for a good minute. She could've sworn that, for a second, she felt something between them. Then she realized that she'd been staring at him. She cleared her throat. "Sorry," she blushed, "I should keep closing up." She went back over to the sink and resumed washing dishes.

"I appreciate you talking about my business," she aired, still smiling.

"Oh... Wait, what," he inquired.

"A weird shrimp guy from The Pig City came in and told me you were talking about my coffee."

"Oh! Yeah, that. Heh... It's no big deal. I figured people should know that there's coffee in this place that doesn't taste like shit."

"Is pizza-flavored coffee really such a bad thing?"

"Uh, yeah! For me, at least. I hate pizza."

"WHAT?!"

"Yeah. I don't like pizza. I think it's disgusting. Just the smell of it makes me gag."

She finished washing dishes and dried off her hands. "You're crazy! Wait, sorry, I mean-"

He laughed. "You're not the first person to tell me that."

"No, no, I'm sorry!"

"Don't apologize, you're right!" He laughed again seeing how flustered she got. "Ehh, don't worry, I'm not mad at you." He sipped his coffee. "I like that you talk to me like I'm a person. Being a celebrity has its pros, but it also has a lot of cons. Being treated as a public figure is one of those cons."

She started to pour the old coffee down the drain and began to wash those, too. "You know, you're kind of different when you're not behind the T.V. screen."

"Well, duh. It's called acting."

She giggled. "I should've figured." She filled up a bucket with soapy water. She grabbed a rag and started wiping down the machines. "Being treated like a public figure... Is that what's making your day rough?"

"Not really. It's just..." He sighed deeply. "It's been one of those days, you know? It's one thing after another."

"I get that. Happens to all of us."

"Yeah. It especially sucks when you're carrying the weight of an entire T.V. franchise. Or a cafe." He looked at her and smiled.

She looked over at him and saw his smile. He winked at her, and she smiled as well, blushing. "Yeah," she chuckled, "running a company sucks at times. I mean, I'm sure your job is a lot harder than mine." She started wiping down the counters.

"Everybody's job is hard. I'm just... I keep blanking out and forgetting my lines. I can't seem to focus today. The director is on my ass for it. And to make it worse, a couple of our cameras are having issues. I'm hoping they call it a day early, but it's looking like we're gonna be working overtime." He stopped suddenly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to start rambling."

"That's okay." She looked at him and smiled. "I don't mind it. It helps to talk it out, sometimes."

"Yeah, but I have the tendency to talk and talk."

"Me, too! I can be super talkative, especially about the things I like!"

"Same here! Ha ha!" He suddenly seemed really excited. "I mean, there are times when I wish people would let me know when to stop. I don't always know. I can go on and on. That's why I get surprised sometimes when I can't remember my lines. But my memory is sort of... terrible."

"Mine, too! I swear, I would forget my own head if it weren't attached to my body!"

"Really? With a pretty face like that, it'd be hard to forget to put it on every day."

She giggled, she felt her face flush red. "Oh, gosh, um-" she cleared her throat. She noticed his glass was empty. "You want me to take it or refill it?"

"How're you gonna refill it when you already poured the coffee out for the day?"

"Oh, yeah... I can always make another pot."

"Nah, nah, don't do that for me. I should get going anyways. The cast is already frustrated with me. The last thing I need is to be late. Wait... What time even is it?"

"Oh! It's uh... One o'clock!"

"OH SHIT! I'M LATE AS HELL!" He got up and dashed out.

She giggled as the bell rang. She turned around, but the bell rang again. The Noise was back in a rush. "Sorry, toots! I forgot to pay!" He handed her $150 and ran off. "Keep the change," he shouted as he ran out the door again. "Wait, but," she tried to call out to him, but he was already gone. She was completely dumbfounded, she didn't even realize that he forgot to pay at first. She was so caught up in the fact that she just had a full and complete conversation with The Noise. At some point, she even thought he was flirting with her. She hoped that he could stay longer, but she knew he had to go. She sighed... She didn't want to get into her own head, but... She already thought she was in love.

#pizza tower #noise #the noise #noisette #fanfic #pizza tower fanfic #i spent way too much time on this #pink fic

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medusapelagia · 4 months

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Running From The Daylight - Part 5

Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, (coming soon Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15)

Written for @whumpuary

Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Prompt: Can't move WT: vague mention of suicidal thoughts Words: 927

The blankets and the fire keep the temperature bearable, but lying on the floor is not helping at all: every bone in Eddie's body aches, but he endures it without complaining because he wants to stay glued at Steve's side, no matter what, he is ready to let himself die of consumption like a faithful dog, even if he really hopes they will not come to that. They have already eaten most of the food they had and even if they have a few cans of beans, the majority of the food that remains needs cooking.

"Do you think I could cook something on the fire? Like we were camping?" he asks Steve, mesmerized by the beautiful shadows that the fire paints on his lover's skin.

"It's not a bad idea, you should try to not to burn everything."

"What would you like? You can order whatever you want and I'll be your personal chef."

"I'm pretty sure we have just some canned beans, but if I could choose right now I would kill for a red velvet."

"A cake? Mr. We have to eat organic food would kill for a sugary cake full of colorants?"

Steve snorts "Yeah, I would. What about you? I know you hate that I make you eat healthy food."

"I don't hate it. I mean, am I crazy about quinoa? Nope! But I don't hate it. If I could eat anything right now I would like to eat a hamburger. You know what? I would love to take you to Benny and recreate our first date, do you remember?" He asks him, looking at him with fondness while remembering their first date: Steve was just a freshman, scared of his own shadow, and Eddie had invited him to eat burgers after school, making fun of the school teachers. Steve ordered a milkshake, Eddie no, money was always tight and he had to choose wisely, but Steve insisted, asking for another straw and offering his strawberry milkshake to Eddie, and they drank it together, from the two straws, like the teenagers couples in the movie, and when Steve had gathered all his courage and kissed Eddie in his van, before running back home, his lips tasted like strawberry.

Steve scoffs "It wasn't a first date! You didn't even ask me out properly! You just dragged me to your car and drove to Benny's."

"We kissed, so it was a date." Eddie insists and Steve chuckles.

"We did, didn't we?"

Eddie brushes some hair away from Steve’s face, looking at him with worry, and finally whispers "How are you feeling? For real."

Steve’s hand finds Eddie’s, intertwining their fingers "I'm fine Eddie, I'm all cozy under the blankets and we are cuddling in front of the fireplace, what else should I ask for?"

"Not being trapped under an avalanche with a broken leg? Just a suggestion."

Steve sighs, taking Eddie's hand to his mouth and kissing it like he was a mid-century damsel, then he looks at him "You have to go outside and try to call for help."

"No, I'm not leaving you!"

"Eddie, I can't move, you are the only one who can get out and call for help." Steve insists.

Eddie shakes his head, avoiding Steve's stare "No, no, you told me that Robin is coming. And Wayne too and..."

"They don't even know if we are still alive or not. Someone has to tell them that we are still alive and that we need medical help."

And that someone can only be Eddie.

“I don’t want to. Please don’t make me! I don’t want to leave you here alone!” he murmurs, fighting the tears that are filling his eyes.

Steve caresses Eddie’s face while the dark-haired boy holds Steve’s hand in his, how can he leave Steve helpless and hurt in the chalet that may crumble at any moment?

“I’ll find another solution. I can send a message to Robin, I got a signal for a moment, she would have seen that I received her messages and she will know what to do.”

His boyfriend smiles at him but is a sad smile, full of regrets and sadness and Eddie doesn’t like it, it looks too close to a goodbye and he is not fucking going to say goodbye to him, ok? He is not ready! Death can’t come unannounced like that and take with her the most important thing in Eddie’s life. She just can’t, ok? She already took Eddie’s mum when he has so young he hardly remembers her, and there is no fucking way he is going to let her take Steve. No. No way. Help is coming, Eddie is fucking sure about that, they only have to wait for them!

“Eddie…” Steve calls him, but Eddie stubbornly refuses to look at him, he knows that he will try to convince him to go, giving him sensible reasons, really sensible indeed, but that Eddie doesn’t want to hear any of those.

“Water?”

“Yes please.”

Food and water are another problem that Eddie is not really willing to face. They had gone grocery shopping before getting to the chalet, but they didn’t stock for winter, they just assumed that they would have gone back to the village when needed, and now they are trapped there, in the middle of nowhere, Eddie starts to be really fucking scared that none will come to get them, if helps doesn’t come soon he will have to get out to take some clean snow and melt it for drinking.

#whumpuary2024 #whumpuaryno5 #can’t move #stranger things fanfiction #steddie #whump #eddie munson #steve harrington #medusapelagia #my fanfic

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nonnieapple · 8 months

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⛈ ★ I've Bean There ★ ⛈

• (Queen Tiabeanie x reader) • r a t i n g: t e e n & u p • 7 7 7 w o r d s • p o s t e d 15.09.2023 🌧 navigation •s u m m a r y : after a hard... life, you unwind at your favorite tavern with a drink. you stay til closing time and a nice girl with weird teeth approaches you.

The tavern was quieting down, the streets outside shrouded in indigo shadows and filled by hacking, coughing, and screaming. You swirled your drink around in its cup, watching as the shimmery liquid whirred into a whirlpool. The shimmer settled, falling to the bottom of the chalice like magenta snow. You drank, the alcoholic sweetness coating your throat. At that point, it was only you and a few more patrons. A couple of older men discussing the morals of chickens, and a girl around your age drinking a frothy beer. It looked like it tasted pretty damn good. She glared at you, but when you noticed, she feigned indifference. You sighed, holding your chalice as you stared into nowhere, your bleary eyes half-lidded.

Like dust in water that stood out for too long, unpleasant feelings floated at the top of your mind and heavy worry prodded at your chest. For no reason, you felt like you were mauled by a bear from inside out. There was a reason. A lot of reasons. You sipped. The drink had warmed up and had turned slightly stale and that made you feel worse. "What's wrong?" Asked a soft, youthful, and slightly muffled voice from your side. You nearly choked on your drink, gulping painfully and turning around to see the beer girlie, a stupid smile on her cute face. You blinked like an owl and avoided eye contact, staring at her freckles and white hair. "Er, this is just my face." You pursed your lips and turned away. "Also, I've had a hard day," You explained plainly. Her expression faltered with worry. "Did a witch curse your beloved?" You gave her a side-eye. "I don't have a beloved." You sipped your drink. "Did a sorcerer turn you into a newt?" You looked at her silently, gesturing to yourself. She laughed awkwardly. "Oh, yeah, right." She was intriguingly crazy. "Did your evil parent try to make you join the dark side?" You shook your head, and the two men, having agreed that chickens were out to get us all, headed out. "Then... troubles at home?" She leaned her head on her hand, setting down her beer. Her goofy expression turned solemn. "Yeah," You whispered. "I've been there. I am there! Why do you think I'm at this tavern?" She gestured to the dark room. It was illuminated by warm candles. Candles- little bits of hell. A flying scepter landed on the bar. The owner mumbled in dismay. "Why do you think I'm at this tavern?" You retorted with no particular purpose, taking the last sip of your drink, the shimmer still stuck to the sides of the glass. "'Cause... you like staring at interesting people? Thass what I do, anyway," She leaned back, flipping her wrist. She grinned drunkenly. You restrained a smile and chortled faintly. "You think I'm interesting?" You ran your hand over your frilly sleeves, meeting her grey eyes. She froze for a moment. "Well, yea, I mean who the hell orders a nightmare vodkatequila thrice in the span of an hour?" She laughed awkwardly, hugging herself. You felt your face heat up. "Someone who's got nothing better to do, other than wallowing. But talking to someone is a nice change. Usually, people are scared off by my resting tormented face." You relaxed your face for a second. Her smile returned, and you found it easier to look up at her. She seemed nice enough, not like that guy who tried to steal your boots once. "You look like my dad when I come home," She giggled, tucking her hair behind her ears frantically. The owner of the tavern mumbled angrily, pointing to the exit. The girl downed her beer, set down the mug, wiped her lips, and stood up. "See you tomorrow at nine, stranger!" She yelled as she stumbled out of the door, and it shut loudly. Your previously tight chest felt light, and you couldn't stop smirking stupidly. Walking back to your house through the shadowy streets, your cobblestone path lit up by moonlight and the occasional torch, you thought of her. You hadn't even caught her name, but she already knew when you attended the Flying Scepter, even though you were sure you had never seen her in the bar. She did seem familiar though. Awfully familiar. As you passed a tapestry of the royal family, you halted, and your jaw hit the deepest pits of hell. Between Queen Oona and King Zøg and behind Prince Derek, stood the girl you had talked with earlier. Holy shit- the Princess, Princess Bean, chatted you up? What in the kingdom? Your journal would hear about that later...

#w r i t i n g #d i s e n c h a n t m e n t #queen bean #queen bean x reader #disenchantment x reader #disenchantment #queen tiabeanie #★#i cant get rid of that one space sorry tumblr keeps showing me errors

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crymeariveronceagain · 2 years

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Keefe getting into fights

mkay but you gotta understand that you 100% asked for these feelings

The first time Elwin met his son, the kid was ten years old.

Elwin didn't know that was his son, yet. He'd figure that out later.

"It's not my fault!" Keefe's voice was high-pitched and screechy, affronted and sharp and everything a kid would be, when being dragged through the hallways, his nose bleeding profusely, tears in his eyes, his whole body trembling and shaking.

"You're a lying little brat," snapped Alina, as she dragged him. "I'm going to contact your parents."

Keefe looked like he was going to cry.

"What happened?" Elwin said, startled.

Alina sighed, deeply, dropping Keefe's arm with an exhausted air.

The little boy glared up at her with all the rage of ten forest fires.

"This kid was picking fights and got what was coming to him. Fix him up, will you, Elwin? I need to go hail Lord Sencen about his son. Again."

The little blonde boy winced.

Elwin nodded, once, his eyes still on the broken, bloody nose, on the kid in front of him. "You go do that, Alina. I'll handle this."

Alina huffed. "Good luck. He's a troublemaker, and--"

"Goodbye, Alina," Elwin said, shooting her a bored glance. "I can handle this."

Alina rolled her eyes, and then spun away, and the door slammed shut behind her.

The little boy winced. Elwin exhaled, sharply. "Stars," he said, "She's mean, huh?"

Two big, ice blue eyes looked up and met Elwin's gaze. Then, the kid nodded. "Yeah."

"What's your name, kid?"

"Keefe."

"Nice to meet you, Keefe. I'm Elwin. Wanna get your nose fixed?"

Keefe nodded, and then winced in pain.

So, Elwin dug out a Snotelek-Gro(tm) potion from his cupboard, and checked the ingredients. "What's your last name, Keefe? I need to make sure there's nothing in here that'll make you sick."

"Sencen," Keefe answered.

Elwin walked over to his files, and flipped through the S last names.

There was no Keefe Sencen. He looked again.

No Keefe.

"Hmm," Elwin said, out loud. "Is Keefe a nickname?"

Keefe looked upset. "It's my middle name."

"What's your first name?"

Keefe looked even more upset. "C...Cassius."

Elwin checked his files. Then he smiled. "Found it!"

Keefe looked like he was going to cry.

Elwin respectfully ignored it. "Alright," he said, "You don't have any allergies. Let's fix your nose up, huh?"

Keefe watched him, doubtfully, as though by asking for his first name, some boundary between them had been crossed, and he hated Elwin as much as he hated Alina.

Elwin poured out the correct potion dosage. He handed it to Keefe in the little cup. Keefe stared at it as though it was poison.

"It's gonna taste pretty gross," Elwin said, conversationally. "But it's like really cold bean mash. It's pretty nasty, but it's gonna make you feel a lot better. Then we can clean your nose, once we don't have to worry about it hurting anymore."

Keefe stared at the cup for ten seconds more. "Okay," he said, and chugged the potion.

His whole face squinched in disgust. "Blech," he said, "You're right, that's awful."

Cute, Elwin thought. "I know, right. I should really get a berry flavored one. But they want my medicines to taste bad so no one breaks in and tries to grow themselves another arm for fun."

Keefe's eyes went wide. "You can do that?"

"Only if you want to drink potions like that one you just drank but worse," Elwin said, with a note of warning.

Keefe's shoulders dropped in sorrow. Elwin decided he liked this kid.

He put gloves on and helped clean the kid's face off. He hoped he wouldn't see the kid for a while, and that he'd stay out of whatever trouble he'd been starting.

But, Elwin saw him three weeks later, this time being dragged by Sir Rosings.

"What's the problem?" Elwin asked.

"Fighting," snapped Sir Rosings. "Honestly, my one day to deal with children, the little ones, and there's a huge fight! And this one is all to blame!"

"No I'm not!" Keefe half-shouted. "It's not my fault! Markiel started it!"

Sir Rosings rolled his eyes. "I'm gonna call his father. You deal with this mess."

Elwin glanced at Keefe.

The poor kid had a black eye and a split lip.

Part of Elwin wondered where the other kids were. Had they just beat up Keefe, but gotten away without a scratch? It seemed unlikely that that would have just been any old fight, then.

He helped Keefe over to the cot he had on the side of the room. The kid looked like he was about to fall over. Elwin checked him for a concussion. He seemed okay. Just needed an ice pack or two for his face.

"What happened, Keefe?" Elwin asked, finally. "You're a good kid. What's up with the fights?"

Keefe looked like he was about to cry.

Elwin sighed, and then pulled out two ice packs. "This one's for your face," he said, "This one's for your lip."

He grabbed a stuffed animal from his cupboard full of stuffed animals, and handed it to Keefe. The little boy's eyes widened.

"What kind of animal is this?"

"A gulon," Elwin said, brightly. "They're super stinky, but super cute."

Keefe nodded, and held it close to him.

"Wanna talk about what happened?"

Keefe shrugged. "It doesn't matter."

"Why not?"

"I still did something wrong."

Elwin wondered what was going on in this kid's head, and why he seemed so tired, so world-weary, so exhausted. "Why?"

Keefe's eyes teared up, and Elwin watched as he tried to choke it down. It was a little disturbing to watch a ten-year-old try to stop themselves from crying with a practiced ability of one of the elite level students that Elwin always saw and thought had been told too often that crying was only for girls when they were little.

He looked at the kid, the little little boy, and decided to take a gamble. "You know," he said, "This room is the crying room, honestly."

Keefe blinked, startled. "Huh?"

"This is the place people are always allowed to cry in, because if you're here, something hurts. So you never have to try not to cry when you're here. I always tell that to these older boys, who are taking Elite classes. They always try not to cry, but I always say, "It's okay to cry if it hurts."

Keefe looked like he didn't believe Elwin, but some of the tension left his shoulders. "They were being mean to Fitz."

"Fitz... Vacker? That nice boy who broke his arm two months ago and needed pain medication every day for a while?"

Keefe nodded. "He's my best friend."

"Isn't he a year older than you?"

"We're in the same level."

Elwin nodded. "Why were they being mean to him?"

"He's always so perfect, and no one likes being worse than him," Keefe's face got angry. "And they make fun of him. Behind his back. They call him mean names and talk about how he's cheating and how he's stupid and how he's only the top of the class because his dad's a powerful Lord."

Elwin blinked.

"And today," Keefe's face got even angrier, like little flames had lit behind his light blue eyes. "They said something so mean and Fitz heard it. And he got all sad and scared because he works really really hard to be good at school. He's actually really bad at reading, but he has to pretend to be super good, because he wants to get really good grades, and so he got all sad and I got super mad and I had to get them," Keefe sighed, softly. "But they got me first."

Elwin listened, quiet. "Maybe talk to a teacher?"

Keefe looked as though Elwin had advised him to eat a worm. "I have! They don't think it happens."

Elwin nodded, slowly. "I believe you. I used to get bullied a lot in school."

Keefe's eyes went wide. "Why?"

Elwin tapped his glasses. "They thought I looked weird."

Keefe sighed, and then collapsed back on the bed. "I wish I'd been able to hit them harder."

Elwin sighed. "No," he said, going over to his files to write up a report of the incident. "That's not gonna help anything. They'll just match that way of dealing with problems."

"Yeah?"

Elwin nodded. "If you hit someone, they'll wanna hit you back. Or they'll go after Fitz."

Keefe's eyes went wide. "Oh."

"You better figure out a different way to handle the situations," Elwin said. "I know you can."

Keefe nodded.

Elwin saw him again the next week.

And the week after that.

Each time for a fight.

Elwin watched the kid with concern.

Every time he got in a fight, the teacher would snarl something about calling his parents, and the kid would flinch, but would get a look in his eyes that made Elwin nervous.

"Call my mom," Keefe said, one day, to Magnate Leto. "Call my mom instead of my dad, please."

The Magnate looked at the kid.

Elwin looked at the kid.

"Your father is your preferred contact."

"He's not preferred to me!"

Elwin glanced at the Magnate.

Leto blinked, then nodded. "I'll call your mother, today."

And Keefe lit up.

Elwin worried.

Months passed, and the kid kept getting into fights, constantly. Elwin just, watched.

Helped. Offered support.

Bandaged the kid's cuts and bruises. Patched up another kid's broken nose.

One day, Elwin decided to do some reading.

There was an article, published in some journal.

It caught his eye because it was titled, "The Many Reasons Aggression Occurs in Young Children."

He read it, quietly.

There were many reasons.

It could be a coping mechanism, he read, if someone has a lot of pent up feelings that they can't get out. It could be taught, that fighting was the way to solve their problems. It could be from boredom, from a level of dissatisfaction.

The last one caught his eye.

Children will also act on aggression to receive attention.

Elwin blinked at it.

He kept reading.

In unstable, neglectful households, it can be common for young children to act aggressively towards their peers in order to receive attention, no matter what kind, from adults in their lives. Parents need to pay attention to children who cause trouble. Teachers need to pay attention to children who cause trouble. Troublemakers get noticed, and if a child needs to be noticed, they will often do whatever it takes to get noticed, even if that involves getting hurt or acting agressively.

Elwin re-read that paragraph.

And he read it again.

The next paragraph started with the line: The worst thing to do here is to ignore the child, or give them only negative attention.

Elwin blinked.

If they receive only negative attention, but they are still starved for attention in general, they will seek out that attention, even at the cost of themselves. However, if the child associates positive attention or care with their aggressive behavior, this will just encourage them to do it more often.

Elwin exhaled, softly.

Well.

He knew what he had to do.

Keefe showed up in his office the next day, battered and bruised as usual.

"Hey, Kiddo," Elwin said, happily. "I wondered when you were gonna show up."

Keefe blinked, seemingly startled.

"Who's the teacher today?"

"Sir Rosings got mad and made me walk myself. He's calling my dad right now."

Elwin nodded. "Let's get you patched up, and get you back to class, huh?"

He watched the kid go over to the cupboard where Elwin kept his bandages.

Elwin watched the kid fix himself up, while chattering absently about life, and friends, and who he'd been fighting, and why he'd gotten in the fight, and he sat down on the bed, and smiled, brightly at Elwin.

Elwin looked at the little kid, and understood exactly what was going on.

"Hey, Keefe?"

Keefe smiled brighter. "What?"

"You know you don't have to be hurt to come hang out with me, right?"

Keefe blinked. "You're a nurse."

"But you don't have to be hurt to come see me. You can just come to hang out."

Fear flickered through the little boy's eyes. "Are you mad I'm here?"

Elwin quickly shook his head. "Nah, kid. I just wondered if you knew you didn't have to be hurt to come see me. It's fine if you come see me just to talk."

Keefe looked down at the floor, and then nodded.

"Wanna come back tomorrow? I can give you a sucker from the candy jar if you didn't get in another fight."

Keefe's whole face lit up. He smiled like sunshine had drenched him. "You mean it? Do I get to pick what flavor?"

Elwin nodded. "You just can't get in another fight."

Keefe nodded, excited. "I won't! I promise!"

He was back the next day, his face bright, and he took his sucker with a thrill that only a ten-year-old can.

Elwin felt some small level of relief flood him. At least this kid wouldn't be fighting so much. And, if he lost a ton of suckers just to accomplish that, it would be worth it.

#kotlc #kotlc dadwin #dadwin #kotlc keefe #keefe sencen #thanks for the ask!#kotlc headcanon #kotlc headcanons #kotlc keefe sencen #kotlc elwin #elwin heslege #kotlc elwin heslege #keefe heslege #keefe headcanon #tw fighting #tw bullying #elwin kotlc #elwin adopts keefe au

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sketch-guardian · 1 year

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Awkward noodle friend!

First of all I'd also like to publicly announce that your OCs are so cool and I'm loving all the little puzzle pieces of information we're currently getting on your blog 👌✨

And then I'd also have a question about them! How are their relationships with the cannon obey me characters? Are some of them good friends, or absolute rivals, maybe?

Oh, and also with Camy, of course! I wouldn't ever forget my precious shy bean, don't you worry 💕

(I really really hope this hasn't been asked before, if so I'd love to see the post about it ☺️)

Impacciata amica spaghetto!

I'm so sorry about seeing your ask just now,I apologize😥I hope I haven't kept you waiting for too long🙈also thank you for the compliments on my OCs😳you're too kind☺💜

Regarding your question,I think I've already been asked a similar question in an old post of mine🤔it should be this one if you're interested:

still,I don't mind specifying some more information about their relationships with the canon characters✨even with Camy this time, since I've never written anything about that (you're so sweet Koni😭💖thank you for thinking about my MC too🙈💜I wasn't expecting that-)

This will be long,so in this post I will write for the Seven Brothers and MC only,I hope that's okay😥if you want to know RAD classmates relationships with the Now Dateables and the New Characters too,you can sent another ask if you're interested🙈now let's get started!

HOW ARE RAD CLASSMATES'S RELATIONSHIPS WITH THE CANON OBEY ME CAST?

HOUSE OF LAMENTATION

-Lucifer

Demya honestly doesn't like Lucifer very much and even if she tries to hide it behind a cheeky behavior,his presence makes her a little anxious. The punishments Lucifer's quite famous for bring back bad memories of her childhood spent in a freak show in the human world,so when she gets in trouble,she tends to avoid him as best as she can. He's too strict for Demya's tastes and she almost feels sorry for his brothers and for MC

Domnra seems pretty indifferent towards Lucifer,but he's actually slightly jealous of the authority he manages to impose without effort and the fact that he seems to be perfect at everything,which Domnra never was,not even when he was still an angel. Mobim on the other hand is intimidated by Lucifer,even if it doesn't often have a reason to be,since it is a kind and quiet creature. Mobim usually hides behind Domnra when Lucifer approaches,especially if he seems angry

Azul doesn't mind teasing Lucifer and it honestly makes everyone think he has a death wish,but the thing is that Azul doesn't care about the consequences. He knows that as long as he doesn't do anything extreme, the most he can get is a warning and still, he knows he's more than capable of escaping if that was the case. He also has no problem admitting that Lucifer is attractive,Azul just has no shame

Zuri respects Lucifer and his position,she considers him a decent leader and appreciates independent people like herself. In fact among the RAD classmates,excluding Azul who occasionally disturbs the demon,Zuri's probably the closest to Lucifer,the only one who can be considered "friend" of the eldest brother. Their conversations consist mostly of small talk about work or complaining about being often surrounded by idiots,all the while sharing a bottle of Demonus or a cup of tea,like two stressed parents

Odon likes Lucifer,even if according to them,he should try to smile a little more. They're sure that like all demons,angels and humans,he too would have a nice smile,everyone is special in their own way and he shouldn't fear to show himself more for what he is and not for the role he has to play. Odon would like to make friends with everyone,however they sensed that Lucifer doesn't trust an ancient and mysterious demon like themselves,so as much as it hurts them,they try to keep their distance. If Lucifer ever changed his mind,Odon wouldn't mind sharing a cup of tea with him

-Mammon

Demya thinks Mammon is cool and several times they found themselves scamming people together to get what they wanted, in fact they gave each other a hand occasionally. For example, if Demya attracted rich people with her beauty, making them shell out a lot of money and then leave them empty-handed, Mammon made sure to get as many meat dishes as possible for her. After all, Demya doesn't really care about money, it's just an added bonus, so she doesn't mind making this kind of trade. Also it isn't uncommon to see her teasing Mammon about his crush on MC, as she has noticed that the demon becomes much more shy and awkward in their presence, she thinks that's funny

Domnra isn't very close to Mammon,the most he has done with the demon is a few chats during gym class at RAD. However Domnra doesn't seem hostile towards him,despite how shoert-tempered he is,and for a good reason. Once Mobim had wandered off in search for flowers and Domnra went looking for it,it wouldn't have taken long with their bond after all,but what surprised him was seeing Mammon comforting a sad Mobim in a voice one would use with a kitten. Once in the open,both demons were embarrassed and promised never to talk about the accident again,but considering that other demons would have hurt Mobim instead without thinking twice,Domnra can't help feeling a touch of respect towards Mammon

Azul is a little bastard and loves to scare Mammon by randomly appearing through walls or mirrors,because he's the demon who give Azul the most fun with his reactions. However Azul isn't completely heartless and sometimes he makes it up to Mammon by offering help with stealing stuff or with homework involving curses and hexes. Once he even offered Mammon flirting lessons,to use with MC if he wanted,but the demon of greed didn't take it very well

Zuri meets Mammon occasionally when she receives proposals to be a stylist or a model with important brands and while at work he seems professional,Zuri doesn't appreciate how loud Mammon can be outside of it,she finds such behavior annoying. She thinks he's wasting his potential,because she's seen what he's capable of if he really puts in the effort. Zuri doesn't trust him very much though,because she knows he would have no problem stealing from her,but she has to admit that since Mammon rarely transforms,he was a good choice as MC's guardian

Odon finds Mammon funny and full of life and would very much like to become his friend,because they can feel that he too has good in him,unlike other demons they've encountered in their long life. Odon isn't stupid and they know that Mammon is terrified by their size and figure,so they try to appear as friendly and harmless as possible,to make him feel at ease. Once they even managed to play cards with Mammon,who lost every single time (due to the eye-like creatures spying on his cards). Luckily Odon was kind enough not to bet anything

-Leviathan

Demya struggles to remember Levi,because she barely sees him in class,let alone outside,so she doesn't have a clear opinion about him. Demya knows she can easily convince him to do stuff for her by being nice and cute like an anime girl and she figures they might share the trait of being jealous demons,but otherwise they don't have much in common. One thing is for sure though:she thinks Lotan is cool as hell and one day she would like to ride them

Domnra deems Levi weak in terms of physical strength as he barely trains while Domnra is seen as a normie tsundere delinquent in Levi's eyes,so it's no surprise that the two of them have hardly ever spoken. However Domnra noticed that Levi occasionally look at Mobim as if it was some cute anime mascot,all the while muttering "kawaii" or other anime references unfamiliar to him. He finds such behavior quite weird

Azul is an online friend of Levi and they occasionally meet to draw together, simp about their favourite characters or show off their cosplays. It seems shocking considering how different the two demons are,but they share some hobbies and kind of complement each other,for example:Azul doesn't mind asking for autographs or whatever when Levi is too shy to,while Levi keeps Azul calm with his long and enthusiastic speeches about his favourite topics,those keep Azul too occupied to suddenly change mood

Zuri admires Levi's passion for his hobbies and the way he manages to convey it to others,she believes that the effort he puts into cosplay is remarkable,because in a certain sense it's still style,however Zuri doesn't often assist to his fanatic speeches,as Levi seems quite intimidated or in awe in her presence. She isn't sure which of the two options is the correct one

Odon knows Levi thanks to what their eye-like creatures have told them,but they have met him in person just few times and the few times it happened,cell phones and computers were involved. Odon,being very old,isn't a great expert in modern technology,so as an excuse,they sometimes ask Levi for help. Moreover, Levi often compare them to some anime characters and even if Odon doesn't know what he's talking about,they appreciate that Levi isn't afraid to express his opinion

-Satan

Demya thinks Satan's a bit of a nerd and she doesn't like that talking to him makes her feel dumber that usual,but despite everything she still finds him kinda cute,especially when he's in feral mode,because Demya has somewhat strange tastes. She also finds amusing that their tails are similar and even if it doesn't matter much,she appreciates that he isn't a fan of Lucifer

Domnra and Satan both have anger issues,so they understand what if feels like and sometimes they go out together to either vent or blow off steam. It's strange seeing one of the smartest students of RAD and one of the delinquents in class together,but their "problem" has brought them closer and made them friends. Domnra focuses more on the physic while Satan on the mind,but one thing they've in common is the love for cute things. Once Satan put a kitty costume on Mobim,in spite of Domnra

Azul is friends with Domnra, so it's no wonder he has tried to be friends with Satan as well, he finds his reactions very funny, especially when he's angry. Other than that, Azul would probably be an interesting subject for Satan to study, especially because he has never seen demons with Azul's characteristic ability, i.e. changing color depending on feelings, but he probably wouldn't give Satan any explanation about it,just to tease him a bit

Zuri knows about Satan's story and is aware that mentioning the eldest brother's name gets him upset, so to avoid any headaches from his screams, she tends to avoid mentioning that name in his presence. Leaving aside this detail, she believes that Satan's very intelligent, but that at the same time he's also too insecure of his identity and that he should begin to understand that his brother is not a threat as he seems. The only criticism she can make against Satan is his way of dressing

Odon knows a great deal about Devildom, having been born before the seven brothers and having spent their long life there. They have witnessed events written in history books, both in Devildom and in the human world, so they're very well educated from that point of view. The relationship with Satan seems to be that of a student and a tutor, he can ask Odon anything historical and they would probably be able to provide Satan with an answer, having experienced it firsthand. He also seems interested in the eye-like creatures that they have and since Lucifer doesn't like Odon very much, it's another reason for Satan to talk to them

-Asmodeus

Demya likes to go shopping with Asmo and likes to gossip about other lesser demons with him, she thinks he's fun, so they're friends, but casual ones. They often meet at parties or on the streets of Devildom and while Asmo may appreciate Demya's sense of style, he wouldn't appreciate her rough and feral ways, such as gobbling up on food or having no problem getting her hands dirty. For example, Demya, unlike Asmo, doesn't mind messing up her hair or getting scars on her skin

Domnra only knows Asmo by fame, since the demon of lust has a lot of followers among demons and witches on Devilgram, but otherwise he has never really spoken to him,Domnra finds him "too much" for his tastes and being used to being surrounded by other party animals, he doesn't need another reason to have a headache. Mobim isn't sure what to feel towards Asmo, he seems to Mobim a very extravagant demon, but being a very empathetic creature, it perceives that Asmo hides some insecurities, so it doesn't know if how he shows himself in public is an act or less and if so,Mobim doesn't think it would be able to reassure him

Azul usually meets Asmo during the parties held in The Fall and occasionally finds him at Madame Scream's, when he's there to buy sweets. Being both quite popular, they know each other and are also quite friends, even if there's a casual flirting every now and then, but just for fun. Sometimes they make duets and other times they help each other with makeup, but Azul often doesn't miss the opportunity to scare Asmo and make him ruin everything

Zuri knows Asmo because of her connection to the fashion world, so from that point of view, they interact every now and then. She acknowledges that stylistically, Asmo is a professional, but otherwise she finds him quite childish and capricious when he doesn't get what he wants. She's worked hard to get to where she's now and would like Asmo to understand that beauty it's not enough and that everything shouldn't be granted to him just for his looks, but that his commitment should be the most important thing

Odon usually wanders around isolated places so as not to frighten other lesser demons, so it's very unlikely to see Asmo for them,but the few times Odon has shown up in more crowded places,they were able to talk to him. Odon thinks that Asmo has no idea exactly who they are,because on their first encounter he tried to flirt with them. The results weren't what Asmo hoped for, since Odon didn't understand his intentions, but they appreciated the casual chat in any case. The two demons know each other only by sight though, since they frequent different places

-Beelzebub

Demya and Beel are the duo that all Devildom's restaurants fear, considering the amount of food they swallow every day, so seeing them together in a restaurant is equivalent to the eventual failure of the latter. They're good friends and Demya appreciates that Beel doesn't judge her appetite,she knows what it's like to try to fill a void with food. Furthermore,the two occasionally train together, even if they do different exercises: Beel with weights and Demya with flexibility. Also Demya tries to protect Beel from people who try to take advantage of his kindness

Domnra is in some sports clubs with Beel and it happens a few times that the two demons chat. In his presence Domnra has no reason to be angry, he respects Beel's tranquility and strength, he's a very strong demon in Domnra's opinion,however his appetite reminds him too much of Demya,who he dislikes. Not gonna lie, but Domnra once feared Beel might eat Mobim and he's never been more terrified in his life

Azul hardly ever spoke to Beel, although he occasionally saw him eating in sweets shops, thus depriving Azul of the chance of buying something for himself. Maybe the reason they don't interact much is because Azul finds him quite boring, being apathetic most of the time, so it's hard to get interesting emotional reactions from Beel. Sometimes Azul can try to prank him by creating food illusions, but Beel doesn't seem to fall for it too often

Zuri knows about Beel based on what Lucifer told her about him, so she knows that the sixth brother is quite gluttonous, but also kind-hearted and devoted to his family, qualities Zuri appreciates, but that at the same time they remind her a bit of her angel days, which she would rather not think about. Zuri and Beel have talked to each other a few times, but not having much in common, their conversations go no further

Odon shares a bond with their eye-like creatures similar to the one Beel shares with Belphegor, so they feel a little closer to him in this aspect, however Beel asked Odon how they knew this information, but Odon just smiled and explained that it was a mere guess. Both demons are quite tall, so they appreciate not having to bend down to talk face-to-face. Also Odon has noticed that Beel doesn't seem to fear them, which relieves them. Odon likes it when Beel tells them about his family, because Odon has never had one and doesn't know what it feels like to have one

-Belphegor

Demya knows Belphie through Beel and is in fact quite friends with him. To Belphie Demya is somewhat similar to Beel and those few times when Demya's tired,they take naps together. The two have also silently made an agreement, namely to protect Beel from demons or witches with bad intentions

Domnra met Belphie probably through Satan, during a meeting of the Anti-Lucifer League. The two demons get along quite well and Domnra likes Belphie's sarcasm and style, but maybe he's a little jealous of the fact that he always gets good grades despite almost always sleeping in class. Mobim doesn't mind being a pillow for Belphie, as long as the demon doesn't choke it in his sleep

Azul, again, has never interacted much with Belphie. He considers him boring, since interacting with him is practically impossible, with rhe demon being always asleep. The only thing that Azul noticed that he has in common with Belphie is the love for the stars and perhaps it could be a good conversation starter for the two of them

Zuri likes hardworking, resourceful people who show at least a modicum of passion in what they do and unfortunately Belphie does not fall into this category. She knows he's the demon of sloth and she doesn't blame him for this of course, but Zuri considers Belphie too lazy and doesn't think it's appropriate to walk around as if he were always wearing pajamas

Odon is the only one among the RAD classmates who knows about the little "accident" between Belphie and MC, although it's unknown exactly how the eye-like creatures learned about it. The two demons hardly interact, but occasionally Odon sees Belphie sleeping near the Devildom woods when they walk alone. If Belphie so wanted, Odon would be more than happy to explain what they know about constellations and dreams

-Camy (my MC)

Demya doesn't know exactly what to think of Camy,being a very different person from her: introvert, shy and who prefers not to leave the House of Lamentation. She considers her a reliable and patient human considering that she has to deal with seven demons everyday and every now and then she happens to meet Camy hanging out with Mammon. In those moments Demya likes to embarrass them both with their obvious feelings towards each other. She finds them a cute couple

Domnra was quite unaware of Camy's existence at first, as her presence was hardly noticeable in class, but he started paying more attention to her when she started learning magic from a certain sorcerer. He's surprised that a human from so low has landed in the position Camy is currently in,but he has to admit that he's found a newfound respect for her, even for the pacts she's managed to make. The only times they interact is when Mobim happily greets Camy, not considering the human a dangerous person

Azul would like to make friends with Camy,since she's Levi's best friend and since they have some hobbies in common,but the human seems to avoid him and Azul thinks it's due to his unstable nature. For this reason, to make her feel more at ease,Azul tries to interact with Camy only online and only when Levi's also present, so it should be easier to chat. Azul thinks she's charming in her own weird way and he would like to play tricks on her,but he doesn't want seven demons after him so he avoids acting like an idiot for once

Zuri admires Camy's commitment to her duties at RAD, and the fact that she's a human exchange student makes her efforts all the more worthy of credit. Zuri doesn't dare imagine what it's like to live with the seven deadly sins, so she has a hunch as to why the human has such pronounced eyebags. Zuri tried talking to her with Lucifer present, but the human seemed quiet and uncomfortable,perhaps because she wasn't used to the presence of other demons. The only criticism that Zuri feels like making is the way in which the human looks scruffy,Camy doesn't seem to care about her appearance

Odon considers Camy a curious human being,strong from a mental point of view and with a great willpower. In her place, several humans would have already gone crazy with what she had to go through, with what she experienced there in Devildom, so they don't understand how she can be so insecure of herself. Camy was uncomfortable when they met for the first time, but she wasn't scared and Odon isn't surprised,considering that the human risked death several times. If Camy's alone on the streets of Devildom,Odon offers to escort her. They'are close acquaintances and that's enough for Odon

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lisutarid-a · 2 months

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[Gakuen K] Yatogami Kuroh Route Translation

Love is important

LIST OF CHAPTERS

[Translation under the cut]

Saya: Have a good day, master.

Saya: Fu… I've never done customer service before, so I was worried, but I guess I'm getting by.

Saya: Still, I don't know how we came up with this idea. Maid's test of courage cafe…

Saya: Maid's test of courage cafe?

Shiro: Well, I'm just trying to summarize everyone's opinions!

Kuroh: …Have you thought about the content?

Shiro: I'm gonna think about it from now on. But it sounds kinda interesting, doesn't it?

Neko: What if the ghost dressed up as a maid?

Saya: In that case, it would be a ghost cafe.

Neko: Ah, I see. Hmmm.

Shiro: …How about using two locations? Only those who successfully pass the test of courage can enter the mysterious maid cafe ~something like that.

Kuroh: I see…So who is in charge of what?

Shiro: Of course, Neko and her are the maids. We were in charge of the test of courage. Or would Kuro prefer it the other way around?

Kuroh: Stop it. I shudder just thinking about it.

Saya: Letting only those who have passed the test is a bit of a high hurdle. What if they are disappointed?

Shiro: Don't worry. If you serve customers with proper feelings, they will be happy.

Saya: (Me and Neko are at a maid cafe in an empty classroom, Kuro-kun and Shiro-kun are in charge of the test of courage in the audiovisual room)

Saya: (Almost no one comes in…I wonder what is this test of courage is)

Saya: (I'm curious…but I'm still on duty, maybe I'll go at break time)

Saya: (It's already noon…It's time to get hungry and maybe the customers will show up)

Saya: (We'll just have to be ready for all the customers to come at once)

Saya: (We have enough coffee beans and …tea leaves for tea. Maybe I should prepare some hot sandwiches)

Saya: (I've made a lot of ingredients for hot sandwiches in the dorm, but at this rate it might be too much…)

Saya: I wish Kuro-kun could have tasted it…

Kuroh: --Konohana.

Saya: Whoa!

Saya: K-Kuro-kun!! Y-You startled me…

Kuroh: I didn't expect you to be so surprised. Sorry for the sudden--

Saya: U-Un-uh! It's not your fault, Kuro-kun! Don't worry about it!

Saya: (I'm too embarrassed to say I was thinking about Kuro-kun…)

Kuroh: …

Saya: Kuro-kun? What's wrong?

Kuroh: N-No, it's nothing.

Saya: Um, customers aren't coming here at all, is the test of courage is going well?

Kuroh: It's no problem. In fact, it's a big success, accroding to the customers reviews who have made it to the maid cafe.

Saya: Eh, reviews?

Kuroh: Yeah. It seems that your hospitality and food have been well received. And…Um. And the outfits.

Saya: Really!? What a relief. This outfit is embarrassing, but I wonder if it looks weird from Kuro-kun's point of view…?

Kuroh: …It looks really good on you. I even admired it a bit earlier.

Saya: I-I see. Thanks.

Saya: (It's very embarrassing when people say it seriously…)

Saya: But if it's so successful, shouldn't you be busy? Is it okay for you to come here?

Kuroh: Shiro told me to take a break and and go check on you.

Kuroh: Ha…I'm sure he was deliberately trying to be considerate…

Saya: Hm? Kuro-kun, what did you just…

Kuroh: cough…Where's Neko?

Saya: Neko also taking a break now. Maybe she's going around the school festival.

Kuroh: I see. What were you doing?

Saya: I just wanted to get everything ready before people arrive. Oh, I was wondering if you'd like to try some.

Kuroh: It is okay?

Saya: Uhm. I made a little too much. I wanted Kuro-kun to taste it.

Kuroh: Yeah. I got it. Then, I'll have some.

Saya: Oh, I'll heat it up, just wait a minute.

Kuroh: …

Saya: (It's been a long time since someone ate something I made like this)

Saya: How's the taste?

Kuroh: Uhm, it's delicious. Did you come up with this recipe yourself?

Saya: Uhm. I like bread, so I eat various kinds of sandwiches, but this time I tried to be a little creative.

Kuroh: I see…

Saya: But it still needs to be improved. I wonder how to make it more delicious…

Kuroh: …Ichigen-sama said that love is the most important thing.

Saya: Love?

Kuroh: Yeah. It is important to imagine the person who will be eating the food while making it.

Kuroh: There are countless recipes in this world, but none is perfect enough to appeal to everyone. Everyone has their own tastes.

Kuroh: Thinking of the person who will eat it, considering the taste that they prefer. This is the reason why they say "love is important".

Saya: (Now that you say that…I was trying to make it tasty to get Kuro-kun's approval, but…)

Saya: (I was so busy thinking about myself that I didn't think much about the person who will eat it)

Saya: I think I understand how to deal with cooking now. Thank you, Kuro-kun.

Saya: Oh, right. Can I have some of Kuro-kun's cooking next time?

Saya: I can't forget the taste of the bento that Kuro-kun made.

Kuroh: Yeah. In the near future.

Saya: Yahoo! I am looking forward to it.

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#k project #gakuen k #gakuen k wonderful school days #otome translation #yatogami kuroh #isana yashiro #neko

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kulemii · 1 year

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random things about my ocs (and aizawa because why not)

Masato is quite impressive on the dance floor. It doesn't take him long to find his rhythm no matter what is playing. Chances are if music is playing, he can be found gently shimmying his shoulders and nodding his head if he's not already begun to tap his feet. It's funny, he used to be an absolute wallflower up until he reached his twenties. He never would have danced before! Sure, his mom made him dance with her a bit as a kid but the way he feels about dancing now is... different. Though his clubbing days are long over, those nights in Gunma transformed him and although he could've gone without all the drama- he does miss the nights when he could knock back a few with his boys after a long shift and just let the music move him.

Arika has a few scrapbooks now. The hobby originally started as a way to document something more nefarious that she simply wanted to 'keep up with' but she realized that she could do it for other things as well. More wholesome things. With the help of the polaroid camera Kenji gave to her as a gift after she graduated college and her bucket of craft store supplies, she's committed to making the cutest scrapbook imaginable. At any point in time her coffee table has a messy pile of polaroids just waiting to be snipped/taped onto stationary. She's got a perfectly healthy, perfectly normal collection of photos of Goro mixed in the pile. Why do you ask?

Maria was a bit of a coffee snob. It was a pain for anyone to get her to agree to join them for coffee at a café that hasn't gotten her prior stamp of approval. Masato was always the more adventurous of the two of them and he'd have to combat her "Well, I just don't know if I'll like their coffee.' with a "How will you know if it's not good if you never even try it Mãe? C'mon, I know your tastes just trust me'. But even when she reached the counter that didn't mean that she was convinced. She was always polite about it when she'd ask in her sweet, careful but accented Japanese for "a simple cup of hot, black coffee, please." Her son took her to PLENTY of cafés but there were only a handful that she truly liked. In the end, as long as she had a functioning coffee machine at home and her preferred coffee beans were still just a train ride away, she was perfectly satisfied having coffee at home while she watching tv. No, exploration necessary.

Edna has a voice so powerful that she could bring one of the most powerful men in Japan to his knees and quite frequently does- to tears, even. When she sings, her voice comes from somewhere deep within her but it sounds like a million angels are calling out to the room instead and it can leave anyone with goosebumps. When Hiro first heard her sing- he cried. It wasn't just a few tears either, he sobbed. Hideously. She's brought Kenji to tears as well but he knew how to play it off, at least. With each member of her small family spread across the country to live their own lives while she stays in her private care unit, on her better days, there's no one to bring to tears with her song but herself... but no one could ever know that or they'd worry and she can't have that.

Hiro has a private bar room at the Wynn Royale on... permanent reserve, where he goes to unwind after a long day or sometimes entertain some guests of his. Classy place. He's aptly named it The Place so that when it comes up in conversation in front of people who aren't aware- and something major is going on, no one knows exactly what they're speaking of. Only authorized staff are allowed to enter The Place, they may have been employed by Wynn Royale but they only get authorization from Hiro. Naturally, authorization comes with clearance levels. For example, waiters are authorized at tier 1, entertainers are authorized at tier 3 but the bartenders- and there are 3 of them- are tier 5. Things can... happen at The Place and after a signal, the waiter is long gone, and the pianist ushered out, the bartender is prepared to serve more than drinks... Very classy place.

Kenji used to be a glorified errand boy when he was living with the Namikawa's, that was how he earned his Itou stripes. One of his responsibilities required, not driving Hiro around, Hiro had his own driver. Actually, he had to drive Edna and Arika around instead. It was a test and the kid passed with flying colors. After Hiro gave him money for a startup, his first goal was to earn enough to buy himself his own car- one just like the Namikawa car, newer though and sleeker, cooler. Naturally, he did and he hasn't missed an opportunity to cherish that car since... It's become a source of stress relief, even! When he's stressed, a late night cruise with the right cassette and a cigarette or two never seems to fail him. He's no loner though, he doesn't mind good company. Sit in silence or chat his ears off, just don't turn your nose up at his music selection.

#kulemiisplayhouse #<-my new general oc tag <3 i got so many fucking ocs i should be ashamed of myself #and those aren't even all of them- these are just kinda mains #i have side characters that i wanna start talking about #especially with doal stuff coming out #like those friends i referred to in aizawa's bit 😢 so many little guys and gals #aizawa masato #masato aizawa #arika namikawa #namikawa arika #hiroshi namikawa #hiroki itou #edna namikawa #edna smith #maria da silva #maria aizawa #kenjiro hara #hara kenjiro #shinjiro itou

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ghostmarmot · 2 months

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Babysitter's Rules

“Johnnie's been having bad nights lately, so no sweets after seven, to bed by eight-thirty, and make sure to keep the door cracked and his nightlight on,” Mrs. Klein said as she was putting on her coat. “He has already finished his homework and dinner is in the oven. Be sure he eats his green beans, not picks them out.”

“Aww, Mom,” whined Johnnie.

Secretly Carol agreed with him. Green beans went well in any number of dishes. Mexican casserole was definitely not one of them. Still, she nodded, “Yes, Mrs. Klein. I have your number in case anything happens, and I will make sure he eats properly.”

Still, Mrs. Klein dithered in the entry until Johnnie left to watch TV after hugging his mother good-bye. Then she waved Carol close to the door. “Please keep an eye out for Snowball. She's been missing for two nights now and Johnnie was quite worried. He finally calmed down today, but he loves that cat. So please watch the yard and, if you hear her meow, please grab a flashlight and look for her. There is one hanging by each of the doors.” She definitely seemed worried and glanced over towards the living room to check to see if Johnnie had heard while talking. Then, she pulled the door open and stepped out. As she was closing it, she said, “I'll be back no later than eleven-thirty. Toodles!”

Carol watched her walk down the path until she got in her car and sighed. Poor Johnnie. He had confided in her a few weeks ago that he had been having trouble at school. To lose his beloved Snowball, who had slept in his room or kept watch much of the night? The poor kid just couldn't catch a break.

When they sat down to eat, she reflected that Mrs. Klein may have loved her son and worried about him, but she really needed to worry more about her cooking. Carol may ave been from the Midwest, but she was rather sure that no Mexican casserole should have had green beans and diced pickles. Still, Johnnie was digging into the casserole with more relish than usual. When he saw her picking out the bits of pickle from her plate, he piped up, “Leave them in! They disguise the taste of the green beans.”

Carol thought that the grossed out face he pulled at the last two words was absolutely adorable. He was such a sweet kid. He always helped with the dishes, brushed his teeth without asking, and went to bed on time. It seemed like his only flaw was that he would drop his backpack and toys in the upstairs hallway and then just shove them into his room when she asked him to pick them up.

After dinner, as she was washing the dishes and he was drying them he suddenly said, “They aren't in my head.” When Carol turned to look at him he said, “Mom says they are, but there really is something. Last night, it ate Snowball!” His eyes filled with tears, but he didn't let them fall. “Mom says that this is a tough time and I need to get used to it, but I don't want to! I-I-” The tears finally spilled forth. He was sobbing and Carol hugged him.

“It's all right. It is. I know, I went through it, too. It's all a part of growing up,” she said, remembering some of her dreams as a child. The ones that seemed so much more real and vivid than her waking life had. Sometimes she had walked around talking about events that she had dreamed and had truly believed had happened. And surely if something had happened to Snowball, Mrs. Klein would have seen something. Snowball was a white ragdoll with light tan markings. If anything bad had happened to her, there would have been fur all over, not to mention blood. It must just have been a dream born of fear because she had been missing for a couple of days.

He pulled away from her and looked up, his eyes entreating. “Really? You did?” At her firm nod, he broke into a watery smile. “I was so scared.” He hugged her again and asked, after a quiet sniffle, “Did it get better?”

Even though he couldn't see, she couldn't help but smile. “Yes, really. And it did get better. I had trouble with it for years but, eventually, it all worked out.” When he seemed calm and was no longer clinging to her, she said, “Lets finish up here and we can have some ice cream, OK?”

But to her surprise, he shook his head solemnly and pointed to the clock. It read seven twelve. “It's too late. Mom said sweets before bed will make it worse and I'm already scared.”

She smiled at him, but her heart hurt. Normally he was a conscientious child, but he had to truly be afraid of these nightmares for him to turn down his favorite dessert, so she crouched down to look him in the eyes and promised, “All right then, next time, we can have dessert first.”

“Wait, really?” He looked at her nervously, afraid that he would get in trouble for this, but still hopeful.

“Really. We won't tell your mother. After all, even when you get older, it's good to have dessert first sometimes!” And that was true. Of course, if they had just ice cream and none of Mrs. Klein's terrible casserole well, it wouldn't hurt him for one night, would it?

The rest of the night, Johnnie seemed to try to act calm, but became more and more nervous as the night wore on. He even had to be prompted to brush his teeth. Because he seemed so afraid, she stood in the doorway and watched as he slowly, carefully brushed his teeth. He seemed to be dawdling, staring at the sink and avoiding his own reflection in the mirror. Carol still shivered at the memory of the thing that had come out of her mirror in the past. So, when Carol was tucking him in she asked, “Do you want me to stay here until you fall asleep?” Snowball used to. She had always found it a little creepy the way she would sit there and stare at him, unmoving, until he fell asleep, but he had to miss her.

Johnnie sat bolt upright in terror and tried to push her off the bed. “No! No, you can't ever come in, not for the rest of the night!”

Carol wished that there was something, anything she could do to prevent his awful nightmares. “I promise.”

He looked at her and whispered, fear in his eyes, “Promise. Promise me you won't come in. No matter what you hear, no matter what I say, promise me you won't ever come in after I go to bed.” He took a deep breath and then blurted, “I'm not supposed to say, but there are rules. If we all obey the rules, then it won't happen, but if you do, if you break your promise...”

Carol smiled and, knowing that there was no way she could ever keep it, she promised. “I promise you Johnnie. No matter what. Cross my heart and hope to die.”

He looked at her, his eyes suddenly too old for him, as he nodded sadly. “I thought I saw Snowball under the bush by the back deck when I was brushing my teeth. Can you go and check?”

“Of course! Why didn't you say so earlier? I'll go find her and bring her back if she's out there! You get some sleep. Things will look better in the morning.” She turned out his light, closed the door most of the way, stepped around his backpack, and hurried downstairs to grab a flashlight. She couldn't suppress a flicker of annoyance that he hadn't told her earlier. What if Snowball was gone by the time she got down there?

The porch light barely lit the darkness as she opened the back door and, in her haste she forgot the flashlight and had to check her flight out the door by grabbing the frame and pulling herself back towards it. Her hand scrabbled for the flashlight on its hook and then she was across the porch and down the steps, making the psst noises people always think will get a cat's attention.

She swept the beam of the flashlight across the yard without success and her heart started to sink. In desperation she called, “Snowball, din-din,” but she heard nothing. Usually that had the cat pelting towards her dinner bowl, so her heart sunk further. But, Johnnie said he had seen her around the bush, so she turned around and started searching under the bush. And there! She could just see a part of Snowball's tail under the bush! Inspecting it as she tried to slide under the bush, she could see why Snowball hadn't moved. She must be badly injured to allow all of that dirt and mud in her fur. Normally she was a fastidious cat and always liked to be brushed.

She had finally fought her way under the bush just enough to be able to grab Snowball's tail and, with a silent apology to Snowball for how much this was going to hurt her, she pulled hard to drag her out. It took barely any force and, as she stared at her hand in shock and then a growing sense of horror, she realized that was because she had barely any of Snowball. Just a part of her tail was in her hand and she screamed as she tried, in a panic, to flail her way out of the bush. But, as she had discovered wriggling in, some of the branches were rather sturdy, so all she did was churn up the ground and bruise herself a bit.

She panicked, terrified, and all of the horror movies she had ever watched ran through her head as she forced herself, with great difficulty, to breathe and calm down enough to think her way out of her predicament, rather than trying to brute force it. It took far, far longer than she would have hoped, but eventually she got out from under the bush and streaked back into the house, calling herself twelve kinds of a fool for leaving the back door open in her haste. She had no idea who or what could have gotten into the house with the door open like that!

She closed and locked the door, then did a circuit of the ground floor rooms, making sure the doors and windows were all locked. Then she ran upstairs and did the same for all upstairs rooms, except Johnnie's. There, in deference to his fears, she just shined the flashlight around the room including under the bed and into what little of his closet she could see from the door. Once that was done, she took a moment to breathe, leaning her head on the door frame until she caught a whiff of a hideous odor. She looked around until she saw the dark slime she had transferred to the frame. With resigned horror she looked down at the hand she had used to grab Snowball.

She rushed to the bathroom, tripping once again over Johnnie's backpack, and scrubbed at her skin until it was abraded from the nail brush she was using. She then pulled some of the leaves and twigs from her hair and washed off her face. Her clothes were a wreck and she could see some holes that her struggles with the bush had torn in her shirt. She walked over to the window and stared, unthinking, at the street on the side of the house as she wiped dirt from her arms and the back of her neck. Occasionally cars would drive by, their lights illuminating the lawn and an oak tree, branches bare at this point in the season.

She then took the washcloth and wiped down the frame to Johnnie's bedroom. There was no way she could possibly tell him about this. This whole night was terrifying and horrifying and, frankly, she just wanted Mrs. Klein to come home. As she turned away, she tripped over Johnnie's backpack yet again and, unthinking, set it inside his room next to the desk. Then, she winced. It was just one step into his room and he was asleep, but she had done what she had promised not to. Still, when she looked over at him in the night light's glow, Johnnie was still sleeping, curled on his side with his stuffed dog clutched to his chest.

As she went to the bathroom to rinse out the washcloth, she realized she would have to call Mrs. Klein and let her know. She also resolved to subtly hint that she wanted to go home. Now.

So that Johnnie hopefully wouldn't overhear, she closed the bathroom door, then locked it as the phone rang. The second the call connected she said, “Mrs. Klein? I think I've found Snowball! Or, well part of her.” She was drawn over to the window to stare down at the bush where she found her. But, she realized in confusion, she couldn't. Mrs. Klein was talking, but Carol wasn't really paying attention to her words. She was on the wrong side of the house. But then, how had Johnnie...? She knew that he had brushed his teeth in here, she had been watching from the doorway. And she remembered that he hadn't looked out of the window. That wasn't possible, though. Johnnie loved that cat! If he had known that Snowball was out there, he definitely would have said something immediately, not had dinner and watched TV first. Except, she remembered, hair raising on the back of her neck, he hadn't.

She shook herself, cut off Mrs. Klein's assurances that she was sure Snowball was just injured, and decided enough was enough. “Mrs. Klein? You need to come home. I'm leaving.” She hung up the phone immediately, cutting off her protestations. She felt real guilt for deciding to leave Johnnie alone in the middle of the night with the horrors from his mind, but had long ago learned to trust her instincts and they were screaming. This dichotomy took her several moments to pull herself together.

She took a couple deep breaths and made sure she still had her cell phone and keys. Then, she unlocked the bathroom door and turned to go down the stairs. But she couldn't help but check on Johnnie one last time. She knew it was undermining her decision to leave, but she had to be sure he wasn't having a nightmare before she left. When she looked into his room, he was still curled up on his side and clutching his stuffed dog to his chest, but there was a big grin on his face. She couldn't help but smile, too. He had been so afraid earlier. She turned around, stepped over his backpack, and started down the stairs. She knew suddenly in her bones she had to hurry, that something was wrong, but just couldn't think through the fog of fear and shame what could possibly be wrong.

She had rushed down the first two before she realized what her instincts had caught that she had missed. The backpack. She turned to look towards Johnnie's room where it should have been sitting next to the desk and saw him silhouetted in the doorway. That was when her foot went out from under her, sliding on something spread on the tread. She tumbled down the stairs in a flurry of pain and, when she landed, she heard something crunch. She tried to move, but could barely flail her arms. The room was spinning and the pain was making her vision go strange.

She could still see Johnnie come down the stairs holding a knife, though. He called, in a sing-song voice that would have put chills down her spine if the pain hadn't already, “I warn-ed you...” Tears were streaming down his face and he was shaking his head in tiny movements back and forth. “I warn-ed you and you still di-id it...” He giggled, an altogether terrifying noise. Then, his demeanor changed, his tears slowed, and he glared down at Carol. “And you said you knew! You said you'd gone though this! You promised!” He stared down at her, inhuman rage in his eyes as he snarled out, “You lied!” Then, he rushed down the last few stairs and started slashing at her chest and face.

Carol gasped, “Johnnie, please, stop...” but could barely move. It was all she could do to curl up to try to protect her head, but she couldn't lose consciousness. She had to live. She had to!

But Johnnie didn't stop. “Snowball didn't listen, either.” It sounded like he was crying again, but Carol could barely hear over the ringing in her ears. The last thing she heard was Johnnie saying, “...said it's something in the blood.” Soon after that, the blows stopped before she felt something sawing at her.

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sanjanaashokvarda · 8 months

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7 Days in Bali : Day 4

Aloha Bali Swing, Kintamani , Wood Cuffing and Luwak Coffee Plantation

Hey guys

After breakfast, we checked out of Maya and our guide took us to Aloha Bali Swing. They asked us to fill a sheet and write our name, weight, and who they should call in case of emergency. After filling the sheet, we went to the first swing, the libra swing. It had two beautiful swings, covered with artificial flowers, which made it look the most attractive of all. Also to mention, Aloha Bali swing was pretty safe, so you don't need to worry about falling down. The had railings and something similar to a seatbelt. The libra swing doesn't swing. It takes you to the spot with the nice background and the photographers take a picture. Next was the tandem swing, which two people sit in. Me and my dad took a picture over there and went to the next swing, the famous bali swing. I had a go first, and it was obviously the most thrilling. There was an Adrenaline swing, but we were scared of getting hurt, so we went to the next one, which wasn't a swing. It looked like the nest of a weaver bird. There was another nest similiar to that. Then we bought pictures and went to this room which was kinda like a fairy garden (with statues of fairies). We also took pictures with these two swans and left. Our next spot was the Luwak Coffee Plantation. They not only grew Luwak Coffee, but also grew Arabica coffee, teas like Mangosteen tea, Rosella tea, Lemongrass tea, Lemon tea, they grew other types of coffee like Avocado Coffee, Bali Coffee and Coconut Coffee, and they grew cocoa/hot chocolate, turmeric water, and Sweet potato chips. She explained about how Luwak Coffee was made, by giving coffee beans to Luwak, and taking the seeds from its poop (which, in my opinion, is disgusting) and crushing it to make Luwak Coffee powder. Since we are vegetarians, we couldn't taste Luwak Coffee, but tasted many other teas like Mangosteen tea, Rosella tea, and Lemongrass tea. We also tasted Avocado Coffee, Coconut Coffee, and Bali Coffee. When we were going to go home, we bought Avocado Coffee, Mangosteen tea, Rosella Tea, Lemongrass tea, and sweet potato chips. Then, we went to a hotel from which we could take a photo with mount batur at the background. After taking the photo, we ate food and bought a bicycle with made in bali written on it. It wasn't a real bicycle, just a very small one for showcase. That was the end of the Kintamani tour. At last, we went to wood cuffing, where he showed us many types of wood like Hibiscus wood, and ebony wood. Everything was quite expensive, so we didn't buy anything. At last, we checked into our hotel, Mara River Safari lodge, which was connected with bali safari park. We went on one of the animal safaris(which I will further explain in the next post). Although, the room was pretty uncomfortable at night as the bed made a creaking sound, and there were lizards on the walls. Although, this day was not so tiring as the others, as it was quite peaceful and the tour ended early.

On the next post, I will be talking about Bali Safari park.

Comment down what you think about my blog, and I am free to answer any queries you have about bali.

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myafterlifeisbetterthenyours · 2 years

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The Ars Goetia finding out your Girlfriend abuses you.

You waltzed into the Goetia estate like it were a second home. And thats because it was for you.

You adjusted your jacket, walking down an all to familiar hallway.

You quickly made your way to the family kitchen, that being the one most commonly used by the Goetia family.

Entering the room, you found each Goetia having there respective breakfasts.

"Hey Guys." You told them, walking into the room.

"(Y/N)!" The family practically cheered, although Octavia actually stood up. You walked over to the cabinet and grabbed a mug.

Going to the fridge, you grabbed some juice, pouring yourself a serving.

Stolas was standing by the counter, drinking coffee out of a white mug, the words, 'Hell's greatest Dad!' Crudely painted on the side.

Said lamp post of a demons struck up a conversation, the Owl telling you about the variety of new plants he'd recently acquired. A subject the two of you had been talking about for weeks now.

As you talked, Octavia came up telling you. "(Y/N), you'll never believe what I've got~" She told you in a sing song voice.

"And what would that be?" You asked, playing along.

The owlet giggled before telling you, "Oh, you know, just the brand new DethTallica III album!"

You instantly gawked, "No way!"

"Yes way!" She immediately responded, the girl getting all giddy. The girl asking you, "Ya wanna see it?"

"Is your Dad skinny as a string bean?" You asked playfully, turning to Stolas and telling him, "No offence."

Stolas just rolled his eyes, shaking his head with a chuckle.

"Well come on then!" Octavia told you cheerfully, running off, likely to her room.

Quickly finishing your drink, you told the girl you'd be right there.

Placing your cup in the sink, you began washing it, something you always did.

Both Stolas and Stella had told you many times you didn't need to do such, but you were insistent, telling them you didn't mind, it was only right you clean up what you could.

As you began cleaning your cup, you pulled up your sleeves, using a familiar scrubbing brush to clean it.

Stolas just stood there, happily drinking his coffee as he glanced over to you. But when he did, he almost spat out his coffee.

On your left forearm, was a splattering of bruise, only just covered by your rolled up sleeve.

"(Y/N), by Lucifer." He began, aghast at what he was looking at. "What happened to your arm?" He asked, tentatively reaching out to your arm.

Almost instantly, you yanked your arm back, staring up at him with wide eyes.

He knew that look.

It was the look of a child caught doing something they shouldn't be.

Yanking down your sleeves, you quickly looked away, clearing your throat.

"Uhh, don't worry about that." You told him, clearly trying, and failing, to sound nonchalant. "I uh, fell. I fell don't the stairs." You told him, quickly glancing up at him.

Stolas didn't believe it for a second, the owl gently reaching out, telling you, "(Y/N), if you've been hurt-"

But before he could finish, you quickly told him, "I fell down some stairs, Stolas. And well, I broke something important. To me. And I'd rather not talk about it."

Stolas wasn't sure he believed you, but, he didnt want to risk pushing to hard and causing some kind of schism between you.

So for now, he bit his tongue.

Placing the mug to dry, you turned and stifly walking out of the room.

Leaving Stolas in the kitchen, the whole encounter had left a bad taste in his mouth.

Octavia was already playing the album when you'd walked In. The young Owlet laying atop her bed.

As you entered, the young lady took note of how different you looked.

You looked tired. Not so much as to be concerning, but you clearly hadn't been getting enough sleep.

Youd began wearing long clothes.

That in itself wasn't too weird. The girl herself was almost always wearing long clothing.

And on top of this, you began keeping your hair short.

Now granted, your hair was pretty short to begin with. But now, it's practically crew cut.

Long gone were your very well groomed head of hair she used to love Messing up.

But above all of this, she noticed that all of this happened when you'd gotten a girlfriend.

Now, being her best friend. Being her Only friend.

The girl was naturally a bit possessive of you.

This not having been an issue as she too was your only friend.

Of course that all changed when you got a, Girlfriend, And as unhappy as she was, the bitch made you happy, so she was happy.

At least that's what she told herself.

But honestly, she couldnt stand the bitch. The way she was always so smug, and treated you like a fucking servant.

It made her broil with rage. But there wasn't much she could, not while you were in love with her.

The two of you laid out on the bed, listening to music. But even as you laid about, hanging out like you always, but it just felt... wrong.

You were laying to far away from her.

That may seem like an odd complaint, but before you got your Girlfriend you didn't know the meaning of personal space, and while she used to complain about it. Now?

Now she missed it more then ever.

You just laid there a while longer, the two of you listening to music, relaxing with one and other. Octavia subtly inspecting every part of your body as she desperately tried to think of a way to fix a situation she didn't understand.

The girl was brought out of her musings when a knock came to the door.

The owlet was only just able to pause the music before her mother came in, the snow white avian holding a small pile of books to her chest.

Before she could chastise her mother for just barging in, her mother had quickly struck up a conversation with you, the two of you talking about some long dead poet.

You wouldn't have guessed based on your rather goofy nature, but you were quite the poet yourself, even having written a fair few poems of your own.

Something your Girlfriend had made very public she didn't like.

She watched how the two of you spoke, and even as you and her had what should have been a pleasant conversation, she noticed you were on edge, constantly fiddling with your jacket.

Eventually seemed to get tired of doing such, taking off your jacket.

As you did such, you pulled your shirt up ever so much, giving Octavia just enough to catch a glimpse of your back.

And when she did, the girl visibly recoiled.

"(Y/N), what happened to your back?!" The girl asked, visually horrified.

You quickly spun around, pulling down your shirt, staring at her with wide eyes.

The two of you just stared at each other, you breathing heavy as you seemed to stair her down.

You were scared.

The fact that you were scared.

In front of her.

In her home.

The place you'd spend veritable years living in. That was almost scary in itself.

Neither of you made a move for several seconds, but it felt more like hours.

With a very audible gulp, you opened you mouth.

Only to immediately clear your throat, you told her rather coldly, "That's nothing for you to concern yourself about."

You just stood there, taking deep breaths.

Neither of you daring to move.

But before she could do anything, Stella had reached forwards and raised up the back of your shirt.

The snowy avian gasped, seeing the large bruises on either side of your torso, with many darker splotches across your back.

In an instant, you'd spun around and smacked her hand away, glaring daggers at the woman.

That had been quite literally the last thing she had ever expected you to do.

You weren't a violent child.

In fact, you were the most docile, lovable and easy going child she knew. And you most certainly wouldn't get smack her away. Not like this.

You yanked the shirt down hard, stepping back from the both of them. "(Y/N). What happened?" Stella asked clearly concerned.

You stared at her for a second before taking a deep breath. Scratching your neck you apologised, "I'm sorry, really. I didn't mean to be so up tight."

You chuckled, putting on an awkward smile.

"I uh..." You began, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. Something Octavia knew you only did when you were uncomfortable.

"I've been doing these mix martial arts courses. And well, there rather... violent you see." You chuckled a weak little laugh. "I didn't want to worry you guys as it's kind of intense. Hence the... bruises."

You scratched your neck again, fidgeting on the spot.

Octavia didn't buy it for a second.

But before she could call you out on it, a new voice cut in. "I though you'd fallen down the stairs."

You froze, eyes going wide.

Octavia and Stella turned to find Stolas standing by the door, staring dead at you.

You didn't move. Eyes erratically zipping about as your breathing picked up.

Suddenly you went ridged, taking a deep breath, you snatched up your jacket, silently slipping it on.

Then you turned and just... walked away.

You silently walking past Stolas, heading straight for the door.

But just as you went to open the door, a hand was slammed against it, blocking you.

Looking up you found Stella, the much taller Avain staring down at you.

"Was it your parents?" She asked firmly, pressing harder against the door when you'd tried to pull it open again.

You pulled back at that, "Wh-what?!" You asked indignantly.

"Then you was it?" She asked, moving closer.

"Where you attacked? Are they threatening you?" Stolas added, moving in beside her, coming to stand beside his wife.

Youd pulled back, "NO. It's-it's not like that. Can you just drop it!" You snapped.

(Y/N), if your being harmed you can tell us." Stolas assured you. But before you could respond, Octavia cut in.

"It was her, wasn't it?" Octavia asked, voice cold and harsh.

Stepping forwards, she put herself in between you and her parents. "It was that bitch, she hurt you, didn't she?!" She almost hissed.

Your reaction was instant, scowl turning your lip as you practically snarled, "You don't know what the fuck your talking about!"

And thats how she knew she was on to something.

"What's there to talk about?" She snapped back, crossing her arms across her chest. "If she's hurting you, I feel I'm capable to understand my best friend is being beaten by his girlfriend!" She told you, standing firm.

You stumbled back, placing a palm to your face as you took several heavy breaths, "Drop it Octavia, it's none of your concern!" You told her harshly, dew drops forming in your eyes.

Octavia moved forwards, telling you harshly, "Not my concern?! (Y/N), your my best friend! My only friend!" Emotion swelled in her voice, "Your one of the few people I care about in this retched plane!"

She was almost in tears, she hated the idea you were being abused. And she hated the idea of you being abused and not understanding, or even worse, you not believing you were abused even more.

She was backing you into a corner, literally. Her parents coming up besides her, the three avains pushing you on the back foot.

"We wish to help you (Y/N)." Stolas told you.

"Yes, we only want to help," Stella added tenderly.

With nowhere to go, being confronted with such a harsh reality, you hunched over, sliding down the wall and landing in a crying mess in the corner, clutching your head.

Octavia crouched down, telling you softly, "What has she done to you?"

You released a strangled sob, "She... she's helping me." You told her with heartbreaking honesty, "I-I'm not good. Shes teaching me to be a good boyfriend."

Each Goetia wore an equally horrified expression, a mixture of sympathy,

Octavia just got down onto her knees, reached forwards and pulled you into a deep hug.

The girl growing dew in her eyes as you broke down further, clutching onto her as though she were the last being left in Hell.

Stella moved first, gently getting down and holding the two of you close, quickly followed by Stolas. The three of them holding you close, each of them heartbroken to see you in such distress.

Eventually, your tears did come to a stop.

You were exhausted, sluggishly pulling back and wiping your eyes on your sleeve. You sat there, eyes puffy, sniffling once and a while.

After a few moments, Octavia reached out, gently cupping your cheeks. Having you look at her before asking you firm, but gently, "She abuses you, doesn't she?"

You stared at her for several seconds before looking away, giving a little nod.

And that, that sealed that bitches fate.

Pulling you into another hug, the young lady looking up at her parents. "What's next?"

Stella spoke up first, telling the both of you as she stood up, "Well first things first. I'm going to give (Y/N) a full clinical inspection. I need to ensure there is no serious ling term damage."

Stepping forwards, she gently placed a hand on your cheek, crouching down she asking, "Would you like to do it here or in the bathroom?"

You didn't say anything, instead just turning towards the bathroom. "Alright darling, come along." She told you, helping you to your feet and gently pushing your towards the bathroom.

Octavia stuck close.

She needed to see this.

She needed to know what that bitch had done.

You entered her bathroom, the room very spacious. Having everything from a full sink to bathtub and toilet. As a bathroom should.

Her mother quickly retrieved the first aid kit from beneath her sink, before turning to you, gently asking you to remove your upper layer.

You went to do such before glancing at her, crimson dusting your cheeks, hesitating for just a moment.

She feared you may ask her to leave for a moment. But you just slid your shirt off, revealing a horrifying sight.

You had bruises all over your stomach and sides, and not just there. You had large blotches across your forearm.

You looked thin. Far to thin and much thinner then the last time she'd seen you topless.

Stella, swallowing her own horror, quickly got to work, carefully inspecting each mark and discoloration.

While her mother had no formal training, after a malenia of personal study, she was as skilled in general care as near as any demon could be.

Stella calmly reaching out, pulling you into a tender hug. You leaned into the woman, the tall Avian gently asked if there were any marks on your lower half.

You just shook your head, Stella calmly telling you, you could put a shirt on.

You did as much, face scrunching up in pain ever so much as you did so.

And... and that broke her heart.

She stood there, hugging herself.

She could help it, a cabal of negative motions swelling her chest.

She felt awful. She felt like... she'd failed you.

She almost didn't notice you approach her, and looking up, she definetly hadn't noticed the tears building in her eyes.

"V, are you alright?" You asked softly.

She shook her head, wiping her eyes before telling you, "Am I alright? No (Y/N), I'm not."

She looked up at you, "I failed (Y/N)." She told you tearfully, "I knew she was rotten. I knew that girl was no good and I... I did nothing."

"You were my best friend and I did nothing."

She just hugged you, holding you close as she apologised profusely. Leaning into you as she apologised over and over.

You just held her, the girl crying into your shoulder, begging for forgiveness.

After a while she pulled back, you cupping her cheek and telling her, "V, you've got nothing to be sorry for."

You placed a gentle kiss atop her head, "You were there for me. Here for me. That's all I could ask of you." You told you, pulling her into another hug.

Despite the sadness and joy your words brought the girl, she couldn't help the light flush she got from such a simple act of affection.

After that tender moment together, you pulled back, the both of you feeling a bit better about your relationship.

You spent another minute in there before stepping out, where you found Stolas by the door, speaking to an Imp outside the room.

Noticing your return, he quickly sent away the Imp, turning away and closing the door.

He and Stella exchanged a silent look before turning to you.

"What happens next?" You asked softly, almost too quietly.

"You'll be staying with us." Stella spoke firmly. "We've already got a fair amount of clothing and personal effects, and whatever else, we can acquire on your behalf."

Stepping forwards, Stella placed a hand on her daughters shoulder, telling the both of you gently, "Now we can have a guest room made up for (Y/N). Ooorrr, he could always stay in here, bunk with you as the saying goes~" she finished almost coyly.

In spite of the blush that crossed her cheeks, Octavia knew what this was.

Her mother had always been quite vocal in her wish for you and her to be together, the woman getting quite vocal when she'd heard you entered had relationship with that bitch.

And while a part of her would scold her mother for making such move, less then an hour after finding out about your abuse.

An even Bigger part of her was eager for the chance to be with you, the young lady having always held a special place in her heart for you.

A part place that had grown even bigger since your, now former, relationship started.

You spoke up first, telling them all rather timidly, "I-I'm fine with it. That's if you don't mind, V?" You told her, a dusting of red across your cheeks.

Octavia herself blushed, before bumbling out, "N-No. No, not at all. Besides, we've shared a bed before, remember the sleepovers when we were little?" She asked scratching her neck.

You laughed, the sound of your laughter seemed to raise the whole families mood.

"Darling," Stella began to her daughter, "why don't you help (Y/N) settle in, I'll have have someone come along with some new furniture shortly."

"O-Okay," she told her mother all flushed.

Stella stood there, a proud little smile crossing her lips as she watched you and her daughter happily talking back and forth.

Turning to you, she signalled for you to follow her as she led you to the bed, the two of you having a happy little chat.

"What were you doing when we came out?" She asked her husband, not looking away from the two of you.

The Prince adjusted his coat, stepping up beside her and telling her equally level, "I was making the necessary arrangements to... eliminate our newest issue." He spoke in a cold, aristocratic manner.

Stella just nodded, seemingly satisfied with the answer.

"Good." She told him Bluntly, "I don't care how rich the little bitches family is. She screwed with the wrong young man." Stella told him coldly, the stain of a scowl crossing her lips.

Stolas just nodded, the two of them watching the two of you getting along.

Octavia knew what her parents were likely talking about, and while she was happy to be with you, she was still hooked on single goal.

Kill the bitch.

But for now she was sticking close to you.

She wasn't going to leave you, not when you needed her so much.

Hey Hey. Hope you enjoyed the angst. I think I'm on something of an Angst bender, so prepare for more eventually.

And besides, she loved spending time with you.

Especially now that you seemed to ever so simply, be shifting back to normal.

Anyway, hope you enjoy Bye Bye.

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radiant-reid · 3 years

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Good Morning

One of the few things Y/n actively disliked was waking up without Spencer. Especially when it could be avoided. It was inevitable when he was on a case. Those mornings were just spent missing him.

But, when Y/n woke up to find Spencer not there when he wasn't off chasing a serial killer, she was upset.

The sun streamed through the curtains when Y/n sat up. The light twinkled around the room, painting the walls golden. She just wished Spencer was here to see it.

His phone was still lying on his side table, so there was no use in her calling. That was one of the only annoying things he did.

Y/n searched around for one of his cardigans, draping it over her body. The only thing she'd noticed was missing was his shoes and wallet.

The door lock clicked open, quickly easing her worries. She listened as he quietly moved around, shuffling to the bedroom. He still thought she was asleep, trying to mute his footsteps.

Through the crack in the door, Y/n could see him approaching. He gently pushed it open. One of his hands was behind his back, the other holding a brown paper bag. As soon as he locked eyes with her, he smiled.

"Hey, sunshine." Spencer beamed. Y/n adored the way his lips forced dimples rippling through his cheeks. He was exceedingly pretty. His voice was still rough, and his hair was messy from sleep.

"What do you have there?" Y/n questioned suspiciously. She couldn't keep the grin off her face, he just looked too perfect.

Spencer just beamed. He reminded her of the sun. "Take this." He instructed, handing over the bag.

Y/n took it from his hands, peering inside to see two croissants. They looked like they were the ones from her favourite bakery too. Spencer had never been more perfect.

Then, he turned around to walk off.

"Wait, where are you going?" Y/n yelled out, watching him skillfully manoeuvre whatever was behind his back so she couldn't see what it was. He turned back, a smug smile now on his face. "Spencer!!" She shouted.

He let out one of his beautiful giggles. "I'll be back." He just said in reply.

Still, it wasn't enough. Y/n wanted to see him in the early morning light for longer. "Spence." She whined loudly. She could hear him banging around in the kitchen.

"I'm making you a coffee, silly girl," Spencer called back to her.

"Oh, I love you." Y/n made sure to tell him. He just chuckled in reply.

It only took him five minutes to tread back in. This time, a breakfast tray in hand. On it were two coffees and a vase with yellow roses. It made her heart smile and her mouth water at the smell of roasted beans.

Spencer placed it down on the bed before taking a seat next to her, both of them propped up against the headboard. Y/n didn't know how it was possible, but he looked even prettier than normal in the morning glow. Golden suited him.

"For you, lovely," Spencer stated, handing her a glass with her favourite coffee. It was cold brew topped with foamed coconut cream. Somehow, Spencer made it better than she did.

"Hmm, I love you," Y/n told him again, resting her head on his shoulder.

When she looked back at him, he was smiling. "I love you too." He replied. Spencer didn't waste a moment leaning down to attach their lips. It was soft and sweet.

They pulled back to take a sip of their coffees. Neither of them picked up the books on their side tables. They just sat there, admiring each other.

"You look gorgeous," Spencer told her, putting down his mug so he could caress her face. He brushed the few stray hairs out of her face.

Y/n smiled at him. "You're the pretty boy." Spencer laughed at that again. "Missed you." He told her.

"Missed you too." She replied with a smile.

It was times like this she missed the most when Spencer was away. Having him next to her made her heart race.

Spencer missed it, too, when he was away. He missed the natural beauty he got to see, the real her. No amount of phone calls or photos had the same effect.

Their eye contact was only broken by the times they blinked. "Eat your breakfast." He told, snapping her out of the gaze.

Y/n opened the bag and pulled out one croissant to give it to Spencer. "Thank you, baby." She thanked him. "Why the roses though?" She asked before realising it could have been taken the wrong way. "Not that I don't appreciate it. I adore them. But it's not an anniversary or something?" She nervously told him. There was always the fact Spencer remembered their first date, first kiss, first night together, that made her a little bit worried.

Spencer laughed at her alarm. "No, I just, uh... It's stupid really." He told her, blushing red.

"No, Spence," Y/n told him, patting his arm gently. "It's not stupid, tell me."

"Alright." He nervously agreed, gulping. His voice was quieter than normal and squeakier. "They reminded me of you." He admitted.

Y/n grinned at that. "You're the sweetest." She told him.

"Thank you," Spencer replied before nuzzling into her neck. His short curls tickled her, making her run her fingers through them.

Spencer moved a hand to her waist, holding her near close to him. The other ventured up to pushed her hair out of the way, so his lips could attach to her neck. His open mouth kisses were soft and gentle.

"What are we doing today?" Y/n asked him.

It made him pause from the kisses he was planting and lean up to her ear. "I was thinking we do some of this." He stopped to kiss her neck again. "And maybe some reading."

"We can do all of those things, but I do want to eat my breakfast first," Y/n told him, pulling back as he started to place kisses down her back. She turned around to lock her lips onto Spencers, this time they tasted of coffee. It was faint but aromatic.

"You deserved a nice breakfast after last night," Spencer told her. His lips were just inches from hers, their eyes locked as he winked.

"Maybe I can get a nice dinner too." Y/n suggestively quipped, sending a wink back to him.

The way Spencer eagerly lent forwards to reconnect their lips showed her she was definitely going to get that nice dinner.

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idy-ll-ique · 3 years

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See You Tomorrow On The Other Side.

Pairing: Vampire!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Warnings: unprotected sex

Requested: nope

based on this prompt.

Summary: Nothing wrong with just wanting a taste, is there?

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! enjoy!

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Wait, why is it so cold?

Y/N blinked her eyes open, flinching when she felt blinding pain in the side of her neck. Touching it, she found out that she was bleeding. What in the world…? "What the fuck?" she mumbled, moving to turn on the night-light but instead, she heard loud gagging noises coming from next to her on the floor.

She froze. I live alone. And then her instincts kicked in. She started screaming, only for her mouth to be clamped shut by a cold, freezing hand. "Shut up! Don't scream!" a raspy voice hissed. "Who the fuck are you?" Y/N demanded, though her voice came out muffled. "Forget that— why the fuck does your blood taste so gross?" the man asked instead.

Y/N's eyes widened with fear. "My— you— who are you?!" she yelled. "Shush! It's the middle of the night!" the man groaned, "My name is Bucky Barnes, happy?" Y/N huffed, clutching the side of her neck. "And what the fuck do you mean by your blood tastes so gross?" she questioned. "Did I stutter? I mean exactly that. Why the fuck is it so disgusting?!"

Y/N froze for the second time that night. Her first thought was that it was a dream, but the very real pain in her neck and the blood on her fingers suggested otherwise. The man— Bucky— he bit her neck. And that had only one reasonable explanation. "Are you a vampire?" she blurted out.

"Aye, see? Knew you were smart," he beamed and she stared at him, shocked. "Vampires aren't real." His face dropped and he rolled his eyes. "Then how do you explain me?" He flexed and Y/N scrunched her nose in mild annoyance. "First off, you're too annoying. Second— what the hell are you doing in my house?!"

"What do you think I'm doing?! I was hungry! Now answer my damn question— why is your blood gross?" He tapped her on the forehead twice. She blinked. Well, since this night couldn't get any crazier… "I have anemia? I guess that's why. Now you answer my question! Why did you select me to be your food?"

"Because you look like a snack?" he offered sheepishly but she only raised an eyebrow. Bucky blushed a bit; he very well couldn't tell her that he had had a crush on her ever since he had seen her— that was a few months ago. Nothing wrong with just wanting a taste, is there? "Okay wait, come back to you— you have anemia?"

"Uh, yeah? Why do you care? Go away, dude, you got your taste, you didn't like it, now leave me alone!" Y/N scoffed, turning to lay back down but Bucky put an arm around her, pulling her back up. "No, we gotta talk about it. Are you taking anything for it? Supplements, Vitamin D pills…?" Y/N stared at him.

"No," she replied flatly, "Medicines taste bad and I've already come to terms with my condi—" Bucky scoffed harder. "Really? You are a dumbass, you know that? I'm bringing you the medicines tomorrow, and you're gonna take them every night in front of me, got it?" Nothing wrong with being worried about your darling's health.

"Do you usually get this involved with your prey/food?" Y/N deadpanned. "You're not— don't argue! If you're not going to take care of your health, I'm going to have to do it for you," Bucky huffed. "As sweet as the sentiment is, I think the fuck not. Goodnight, Bucky, I will not see you tomorrow." She gave him a sweet, fake smile and lay down.

This time, Bucky didn't stop her. "Dumbass," he muttered under his breath as he stood on the window sill, promptly turning into a bat before flying away into the night.

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"Hey, welcome home!"

Y/N screamed, almost dropping her bag of groceries on the floor as she whirled around to see Bucky sitting on the couch in the living room, flipping through the pages of a magazine. "Couldn't figure out how to turn on the TV," he muttered as Y/N eyed the magazine. She couldn't help but snort. "Ancient."

"Hey, rude." He narrowed his eyes at her and she narrowed hers right back. "Okay, had your fun reading the magazine? Now get lost or I'll call security," Y/N threatened him and stood in front of him, her arms crossed. He smirked and rose to his full height, causing Y/N's resolve to crumble.

He was much, much taller than her. "Go ahead, do it, baby girl," he whispered tauntingly, leaning in so that their faces were inches apart. Y/N whimpered involuntarily at his sweet scent, slapping a hand to her mouth in horror when she realized what she had just done. Bucky burst out laughing. "See? You want me here."

"Flatter yourself, Barnes," she mumbled but the truth was, she did want him there. The previous night, she had failed to notice just how beautiful he really was; now, she found out. He was also funny, charming, caring and sweet— not bad company. "So, am I cooking dinner for one or for two?"

"You? I'm cooking dinner! And you're gonna eat whatever the hell I'm going to make. Go take a bath in the meanwhile, I'll handle it." Bucky ushered her towards her bathroom and she blinked. "What, I— hey! Wait!" He stopped pushing her. "Why are you cooking for me?"

"Because your dumbass doesn't eat shit it should be eating and instead eats what it shouldn't! You're anemic, and yet I never see you eating food that has high levels of iron in it. You just don't care about your life, do you?" Y/N laughed, pinching his cold cheeks. "You're really cute, you know? Dude, I'll be fine—"

"Okay, how about this? I'm doing this for myself because your blood tastes gross and I gotta fix it," he suggested. "I have a solution: why don't you go find someone else to be your food? Look, my blood tastes bad, so why waste all your time trying to fix it? Get someone else, kill them!" Bucky pulled a face.

"Kill them? You think you'll die if I bite you?" Y/N nodded slowly. "Um, no, sweet pie, you won't die if I bite you. You'll… maybe get sick for a few days, but then you'll be fine," Bucky explained. "What if I don't want to get sick for a few days either? Just go away, find someone else, make them sick!" Bucky pouted.

"You really don't want me to be here?" he whined. "I— Fine! Fine! Cook whatever the hell you want, stay, but on one condition." A huge smile bloomed on the vampire's face as he nodded. "You don't get to bite me, ever." His face fell. "Not even a little…?" Y/N shook her head. He pouted harder. Y/N stared back, unwavering.

"A little, small bite…?"

"Bucky, don't push it," Y/N warned and Bucky immediately raised his arms in surrender. "Now go take a bath, I'm making food." With a small smile, Y/N entered the bathroom, starting to fill the tub up with water as she sat on the toilet seat, thinking back a few hours.

How did this even happen? First, she wakes up to find a stranger on her bedroom floor gagging on her "gross" blood; second, he reveals that he is a vampire and third, he wants to take care of her and wants her to get better. Teenage her, who was quite fond of Twilight, would've loved this dude.

But now? Y/N was still skeptical, but at least Bucky hadn't pulled any sketchy shit. So far, he had been nothing but sweet. "Maybe I can give him a chance," she whispered to herself. She had no doubt about the fact that he was a vampire; he was always cold, had sharp, pointy teeth and she had practically seen him turn into a bat last night.

So yeah.

Y/N was going to allow a vampire to take care of her.

"Oh good, you're here," Bucky called out when she finally walked out of her room in her pajamas. "Smells good, what did you make?" Y/N smiled, sitting down at the kitchen island. Bucky placed a plate in front of her. "Beans. We'll start small. Do you eat meat?" Y/N nodded, eating a spoonful of the beans.

"Mm," she groaned, "These are so good! You're a great cook, Bucky." He rubbed the back of his neck shyly as Y/N beamed at him. "Thanks. My ma taught me, back in the 1500's." Y/N's eyes widened. "How old are you?" she asked with disbelief as she picked up the bread he had prepared along with the beans.

"A few centuries. You kinda lose count after a long time," he laughed. "Were you born a vampire or were you turned into one later in life?" Bucky pondered for a few seconds. "I was born one. My ma and my pa were both vampires." Y/N nodded before looking at him with a curious look. "What do you want to ask?" he teased upon seeing her expression. She chuckled.

"Can I become a vampire too?"

Bucky froze. "Do you want to be one?" he spoke slowly. "I mean, sounds cool, don't you think? Of course, I'm not completely sure, I just— wanna know how you turn someone into a vampire. Can you turn someone into one?" she blurted out. Bucky gulped hard; God knew he had been dreaming about turning her into a vampire ever since he had seen her.

Vampires having relationships with humans wasn't uncommon but he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. And with vampirism comes one boon— immortality. So, if he turned her into a vampire, they could be together forever and always, literally. "I— I can turn people into vampires. All it takes is a neck bite."

Her brows furrowed. "But you bit me last night, am I—" Bucky shook his head. "You aren't a vampire, Y/N. There is a specific spot on a person's neck that you have to bite in order to turn them into a vampire. I didn't bite you there." She nodded and exhaled. "Good. I don't wanna be a vampire just yet, gotta think more before making a decision."

"So in the future maybe, you'll be open to becoming a vampire?" Bucky asked, his hopefulness shining through in his voice. Y/N laughed. "Wanna turn me into a vampire that bad?" she teased and Bucky looked away, an embarrassed look on his face. "I'm not desperate," he muttered. Y/N finished eating her dinner, did her nightly routine and got into bed.

Bucky soon approached with two pills in his open palm, his other hand holding a bottle of water. "Just gulp it quickly and you won't have to taste the pills," he reassured her as she eyed the pills with disdain. Putting her doubts aside, she quickly downed the pills, pulling a face as she did. Bucky ruffled her hair.

"Good job, sweet pie! See, easy, wasn't it? Now get a good night's sleep, I'll see you tomorrow evening." Y/N lay down on the bed, pulling the covers on top of her as she smiled sleepily at Bucky. "Goodnight, see you tomorrow," she yawned and Bucky gave her a huge smile before jumping out the window like he had done the night before; flying into the night as a bat.

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"Bucky! Are you here?"

Y/N walked into her dimly lit house, confused. All the lights were off, the house lit by candles placed strategically here and there. She could smell roses too. "Hi, sweet pie." A gasp escaped Y/N lips when Bucky walked out of the kitchen. He was dressed in an all-black suit, a suave smile on his face. She stood frozen as he approached her, taking her hand.

He pressed a kiss to her knuckles and Y/N found her voice. "What is this, Bucky?" she chuckled. "Our six month anniversary, sweet pie. Did you forget?" he pouted. Y/N laughed harder. "We're not dating." His smile stayed confident. "Would you like to?" She paused mid-laugh, staring at him through wide eyes filled with disbelief.

"Are you… asking me out?" she whispered and Bucky nodded. "Oh my— yes! Yes, Bucky!" She ran forward and jumped into his arms, ignoring how cold he was as she hugged him tightly, burying her face in his neck. As he stated, six months had passed since Y/N and Bucky became friends and Y/N was quickly falling for him.

He was literally perfect. There was nothing she didn't like about him; she had even gotten over the fact that he was a vampire. "Oh, fuck, I thought it was gonna fail," Bucky laughed as he pulled her flush against him, one arm wrapping around her waist as she other cradled her head. "No way, Buck, I've liked you for a while now."

Both of them walked into the kitchen, where Y/N got another shock. The floor was covered in rose petals; they formed the shape of a heart. There was a bouquet of roses sitting on the dining table as well, between two plates of delicious-looking food. Next to the vase were two bottles of expensive champagne, and two glasses.

"How long did this take?" she whispered, snuggling further into Bucky's arms as she admired the scene in front of her. "A few hours. But all worth it." He pressed a quick kiss to her temple. "The rose heart looks awesome," she grinned, thanking Bucky when he pulled out her chair for her. "Ha, thanks," he laughed.

They maintained a light-hearted conversation as they ate dinner; afterwards, Y/N took a relaxing bath, took her medicines and got into bed. "Bucky," she called out tentatively and he turned to her. "Yes, my love?" She smiled shyly. "Will you stay the night?" Bucky grinned broadly. "Thought you'd never ask."

He stripped down; only in his boxers as he got into the bed with her. Before he could lay down Y/N pulled a pro-gamer move on him and straddled his lap, rendering him speechless. "Sweet pie," he groaned when her lips came crashing down on his. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her close, kissing her deeper.

Somewhere in the kiss Bucky's hands reached the hem of her t-shirt and he broke the kiss to pull it off of her. Another few minutes in, Y/N found herself laying on the bed stark naked under Bucky, who was equally as naked, his hard length poking at her tight entrance.

"Bucky," she whimpered as he slid home, a deep moan leaving his lips. "Fuck, sweet pie, so fucking tight," he praised, one of his hands toying with her breasts as the other grabbed her headrest, using it as support as he thrust into her repeatedly. Y/N's hands fisted around her bedsheets, the pleasure in her abdomen becoming too much to bear.

"I'm close," she announced breathlessly and Bucky dropped his head, pressing kisses to her face. "I'm close too, just a minute more." Y/N tried her best to hold the pleasure in as Bucky's thrusts started becoming sloppier. "Such a good girl for me," he grunted as he felt himself inching closer to the edge.

"Let go for me."

Both of them let go at the same time, Y/N cumming around him with a soft whine as Bucky shot his load into her with a guttural snarl. "Oh, fuck," he panted as he fell on top of her, both of them out of breath. "Bucky, I— I wanted to ask you something," she whispered shyly as Bucky rolled off of her, only to pull her closer to him. "Yes, darling?"

"I wanna be a vampire."

Bucky turned to look at her, wide eyed. "Are you sure?" She lowered her eyes and nodded. "I— I love you, Bucky, and there's no one I'd rather be with than you. So please, make me— make me immortal." Bucky blinked back tears and cupped her cheek, tilting her chin up. "All mine. My beautiful girl. I love you too," he whispered, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her lips.

He then strayed to her jaw, peppering it with kisses until he finally reached her neck, nuzzling into it for a few seconds, breathing in her scent. Soon, he found the spot— the one that would turn her into a vampire. "It'll sting just a bit," he warned her, "Then you'll go to sleep. When you wake up, the transformation will be completed. Are you sure you want this?"

"I have never been so sure of something in my entire life." Bucky smiled and pressed a quick kiss to her spot before sinking his teeth into her neck; Y/N winced a bit at the sting but overall, felt fine. When Bucky pulled away from her, he was wiping blood off his lips. He then reached down and picked up her t-shirt.

Y/N smiled sleepily as he cleaned her neck, admiring the mark for a few seconds. "Looks good. And tastes much better." Y/N giggled and slapped his bare chest, making him grin. Both of them then lay down on the bed, arms around each other as they closed their eyes.

"Goodnight, Buck."

"Goodnight, princess, see you on the other side tomorrow."

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moved2usagiiboo · 3 years

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Love spell

MINORS DNI (I know I can not stop you but if I find out, you will be blocked.) This is my first time writing a fan fiction on Tumblr, let's see how this goes !

Warnings: Degrading, face fucking, explicit description, oral male receiving, sexual acts using toys. (Let me know if I missed any)

As a young girl, you believed in finding your prince charming, he'd swoop in on his mighty steed and steal your heart. You'd be enamored by his wits and courage, and he your beauty and intelligence. "The one".

At the age of 17, a high school student obsessed with the idea of traditional love. You found him. Your one and only, but he was far from prince charming, he didn't ride a mighty steed nor own a castle, but he was yours and you love him. Your highschool sweetheart, you both have cried together, laughed together, experienced many emotions together. You, in many ways, were each other's firsts.

First break down, first date, first hand holding, first kiss, first lover, and after a year of dating, you were each others' first time.

You could still remember the night, you have both been planning this for months. On your one year anniversary, you would get a room for the night at a local love hotel, there would be soft music playing, dimmed lights, candles burning, and that's where and how he take your virginity and you his. Perfect.

It didn't go that way to say the least, being very inexperienced. The first time he tried to penetrate you, you pushed him off and hide under the blanket saying, "that's not going to fit", during foreplay you accidentally hit his head with your own, not to mention almost setting the room on fire with the lit candles. But after many laughs and giggles, you successfully lost your virginity to him and you couldn't be happier.

It was far from movie perfect but for both you and him it was everything and more.

Present day you are almost two years into your relationship and you both couldn't be happier. Draken treated you with the utmost respect and care, he always takes care of you, there's barely any arguments between the two of you. Everything is perfect. Kind of.

That's how you found yourself in the streets of Shibuya's red light district, near the brothel where your lover grew up in, so you think. You looked down at your phone.

"Shit!" You hit the side of your phone as it read "connection lost, rerouting", this had been the third time it has done this, you zoned out while trying to fix your phone so you can actually make it to your destination before it gets too late. You didn't hear the woman calling your name.

"Y/N!" You felt a hand gripping your shoulder, spinning you around to face them.

"Oh! Akai!" You exclaimed happily as you locked eyes with the person in front of you, a younger woman in a red silk dress, short blonde hair with long lashes.

"What are you doing out here? It's late. Shouldn't you be home by now?" She asked in a concerned tone looking you up and down. You wore an all black hoodie with baby yellow accents, along with black joggers.

"Oh, well, I'm was looking for you." You said bashfully with a slight giggle in your tone.

"Oh?" Akai questioned.

"Well, not you specifically but the hotel! You see, I got lost trying to find it and my stupid phone keeps rerouting me!" You complained, while pushing your phone in her face to show her your problem. She simply laughs, she locks arms with yours.

"Dont worry, big sister Akai will take you there, then you can explain why you're looking for us in the first place." Akai said with a wink.

A few minutes passed and you've arrived at the brothel, she brought you a drink and sat you down in her room with a couple of other girls, you all on the floor together, after short introductions and small talk Akai 'cut to the chase' as she likes to say. Chugging her bottle of beer, she looked at you with her slightly flushed face, along with the rest of the girls there.

"Spill the beans, whats going on? Trouble in paradise?" Akai smirked crawling her way towards you. You lifted your knees to your chest wondering if you should even be here, was this a stupid idea? You must've sat with your thoughts for a while, Akai looked at you with a bit of sadness in her eyes.

You could feel your face heating up with embarrassment, your heart was beating out of your chest. You figured this would be the best place to go to learn how to do it but what if they would make fun of you? What if they tell Draken? You really didn't think this through as well as you should have.

"Hey, whatever is going on.. You can tell us, we see you like our little sister ya' know?" She says with a smile, wrapping her arm around your shoulder to comfort you. Shes always been like this, ever since she walked in on you and Draken kissing, she's been the biggest help and supporter of your relationship. You couldn't ask for a better friend.

With a deep breath you decide tell them your issues, you were here anyways.

"Okay, so, I want to learn how to give oral." You said looking down at the ground fiddling your fingers, quite embarrassed about what you just said.

"Draken has, well, done it to me a couple of times and I wanted to return the favor. The thing is, everytime I try he rejects me. Telling me, 'i don't have to do things like that'. He's so considerate sometimes it pisses me off." You ranges to the girls as they listened with opening ears.

"I mean, what type of guy rejects a blow job? It's not like he has erectile dysfunction or his dick is small. I just don't get it." You were practically fuming at the memory of him pushing him off of you as you tried to suck him off.

"Maybe he's just shy?" One of the girl's offered her opinion.

"Oh no, this man is not shy! At all" You explained remembering some of the down right filthiest things he's muttered in your ears during your time together. "He's anything but that."

"Maybe he's scared you'll bite it." Akai said causing herself and others to snicker at her comment. You could only sigh.

"Would I be that bad my first time?" You muttered to yourself.

"Everybody is, it's a practice thing." Akai explained, she got up to grab herself another bottle of beer. "What you need, is practice." She smirked handing you the bottle.

"Yeah, but how? He won't let me." You said tilting your head at her statement, taking the bottle out her hand.

"Alright girlies, get out." Akai said while looking at the other women in the room with the two of you.

"Ehhh? Whyy? We wanna help too!" One of the girl exclaimed, getting multiple replies of other girls who agree.

"We don't wanna make Y/n feel any more embarrassed than she already does." Also sighed at the childish responses of her coworkers.

You were hiding your face in your phone at this point, it was honestly one of your worst ideas, but if it helped you with Draken it was worth it.

Small "awh man", "I wanted to hear more", and other complaints came out their mouths as they left the room one by one. You waves goodbye to the girls muttering a small thank you to them for listening.

"Alright!" Akai exclaimed while squatting down to reach under her bed, pulling out a box full of,

"Toys! The best practice you can get in such a small amount of time." She smirked pushing the box towards you. You could feel the blood rush to your face as you stared at the box filled with sex toys, you're far from innocent but there's still things you've never used or seen before, toys being one of them. Akai dug in the box full of excitement.

"I'll be your first!" She smirked, she pulled out multiple many toys just throwing them out the box without a care as to where they'll land. Finally, she pulled out an unopened box, "private fun" read the lable, it was all black with dark purple letters on it, it was a sleek box, very fancy to say the least.

"I haven't used this one yet, considering I never feel the need to. This'll be my first gift to you." She said tossing the box to you while looking for something else in her closet.

"Just what exactly is this?" You asked picking up the box to further examine it.

"A dildo! Duh." She said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world,

"Oh! And this!" She threw a small bottle towards you, "Love spell" a small pink bottle that could be mistaken for a 5-hour energy drink.

"Draken won't be back home for a while, which means, we have around" She looked at the clock hanging on her wall, "an hour and thirty minutes. Which is just enough time!"

"Wait wait wait!" You looked at her with complete confusion, "I have no idea what's going on! Why do I need all of this?" You looked at your hand and the items that are now in your possession, "Love spell", a dildo, and beer.

"Welllllll," Akai said drawing out the word, "You need practice, not like you can fuck a rando before Draken gets back, you also need liquid courage and a secret weapon!" She explained. "Now we don't have much time, chug both the beer and our secret weapon." She winked at you.

You're really starting to reject your decision, but there's no backing out now. You opened the bottle of whatever was in the pink container and chugged it down, quickly opening the beer to help with the bitter taste of the first liquid. It could show on your face the level of disgust you had for drinking this, you could never understand how Draken drank beer all the time, and whatever the hell this 'love spell' is taste disgusting. It was bitter and tangy, it even overpowered the beer.

Akai worked on opening the package to the dildo, while you were dealing with the taste of the liquids you just drank. She looked at you with menacing eyes and a devious smile that sent shivers down your spine.

She stood up and squatted in front of you holding that item in her hand as if it was nothing. Your eyes widened at the sight of it, it was big, yet flimsy. It was a pretty light blue color for such a naughty item.

"Take it." She handed you the dildo, "grip it with both hands." And so you did it. Following her every command.

"N-Now what?" You questioned feeling slight tipsy from the bottle of beer you just chugged, your face flushed from either holding a dildo or the beer, you couldn't tell, but it made this whole situation a lot worse for your lower region.

"Open." Akai tapped the bottom of your chin telling you to open your mouth, and so you did with the most innocent look in your eyes.

"Slowly bring it to your mouth, you want to tease him, lick the tip." You stuck your tongue out making small swirls onto the tip of the fake cock, "Alright, now slowly take it in, don't force anything." You opened your mouth wider to take in the inches of the cock, bringing it to the back of your throat causing you to choke and gag as it hit it. You quickly pulled the fake dick out and began to cough.

"I told you slowly. Let's try again." She squished your face with a hand pulling it up, the other held onto the dildo. "Open." She said again and you did. She guided the dildo into your mouth, slowly moving it in and out, barley reaching the back of your throat. "Breathe through your nose, don't panic." She said as she began to pick up the pace. Rapidly moving the dildo in and out. "Use your tongue at the bottom of it, stick it out." She commanded. Spit began to drip from the side of your mouth onto the floor, you felt as if you were losing yourself. Tears welled in your eyes as you swallowed down the dildo. It wasnt even real, it wasn't even Draken's but for some reason it made your head pound and your pussy twitch with excitement. If this feels as good as it does, you couldn't help but wonder how Draken's would feel, how it would feel against the back of your throat.

Akai picked up on the pace making the dildo hit the back of your throat causing you to convulse onto the dildo, you close an eye and winces as it attacked your throat.

"Try it yourself." She said letting go, letting you have full control. You started slow, pushing the dildo in and out your mouth as she did, trying to follow her lead. You tried to take more of it, you shoved the dildo deep into your throat, forcing all the inches into your mouth, you could feel it bulge through your throat as held it in place forcing you to choke on it. You felt your warm tears drip down your face, you weren't letting up. You wanted to feel it down your throat, the warm, the tightness, you wanted to feel Draken. You finally pulled it out, watching as the inches slipped out of your mouth.

"Guess what bottle really did wonders!" Akai giggled. "Deepthroating huh? You're basically a pro." You looked at her with a stained face, drool down the side of your mouth, and glassy eyes. You finally felt the embarrassment hit you, you covered your face dropping the dildo onto the ground making incoherent noises.

"I think you're ready." She smirked patting your head watching you in distress.

"I am?" You questioned, it was that easy?

"Yep! Actually, take this." She tossed you one last thing before telling you to go wait in his room. As you walked to his room you felt your head ring, the only thing you could hear was the needy throbbing of your inner walls. You couldn't wait for Draken to get back, just what did Akai give you? You had no time to be embarrassed about what you just did in the other room, you just wanted him. All of him.

You found yourself in his barley lit room, sitting on his bed. It was him, his scent, you could feel him around you even if he wasn't physically present. Your inner walls clenched at the thought of your boyfriend. You changed out of your clothes and into what Akai gave you, it was a sleek princess pink teddy with a deep V neck to perfectly show off your breasts. There were straps in the back that cupped your ass making it look juicier than before. There was a deep slit in the middle of the dress, a small move and not only would your stomach be revealed but your pussy would be as well. You made your way over to his bed to wait, you sat down and got engulfed in his smell. It was painful to just wait, the way your panties got wetter by the second, you decided to lay down but it only got worse. Minutes passed by but it felt like hours, you wanted to call him and tell him to hurry but you already showed up unannounced. You didn't want to pester him anymore, so you waited. You don't know when but you found your walls squeezing your fingers tightly as you moved them in and out. Moans and a wet sound filled the room as you toyed with yourself. Your face was in his pillow breathing him in as your other hand was toying with your breasts, pinching, squeezing, and pulling your nipples. It felt good but not good enough, it couldn't bring you to that high that Draken could. You found yourself calling him out, chanting his him like a mantra underneath your moans. You didn't even notice when he came in the room.

"Y/N?" Draken called out as he closed the door. The look on his face was priceless, his gaping mouth and widened eyes as he looked at the sight of you being so desperate for him calling out his name with fingers inside your cunt.

"D-Draken, m'sorry, couldnt wait. Need you." You whined. Pushing your fingers deeper making your back arch. At this point, he was stunned. The shy girl who never seeked anything sexual, the same girl who blushes when they held hands even after being together all the time. That girl was fingering herself on his bed begging for his cock. It was an instant turn on.

"S'all your fault!" You cried out with tears in your eyes, you got up and looked him in the eyes. "All cause you won't let me touch you..." You pouted.

"Ha? What are you talking about?" Draken questioned you. You weren't paying attention to him, you crawled from the bed stepping on the cold floor with your bare feet. You got on your hands and knees in front of Draken, looking at him with the utmost admiration, but behind those eyes was a look of neediness.

"W-What are you doing?" He watched as you played with his belt buckle, you locked eyes with him once more,

"Can't I?" You asked, kissing the bulge through his pants, "Want you, wanna feel you in my throat." You pulled his pants down revealing his boxers, you rubbed your hand feeling the hardness through the fabric, placing small kisses on it while you you waited for a go, a sign, anything.

"Shit Y/n, who knew you could be so slutty hm?" Draken smirked, "Go ahead." You beamed a smile at him as you pulled his boxers down revealing his harden cock. This is the first time you've seen it up close, it's pretty. It almost looks angry with how flushed it is on the top.

You began to kiss his freed cock, starting from the shaft up, remembering what Akai taught you. Tease him. Littering his cock with kisses, you reached the tip, you began to leave small kitten licks, swirling your tongue on around the tip, prodding the tip of your tongue into the small hole on his cock.

"Shit," Draken muttered under his breath, his voice sounds as if it's gotten deeper. You look up at him to see his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes completely focused on you. "Stop with the teasing." He demanded.

"Don't wanna." You continued to look at him, staring into his gorgeous orbs, "s'punishment for not letting me do this early" You smirked against his dick, bringing one of your hands up to slowly move your hand up and down his shaft. You watched as his breath started to break, his tough exterior was crumbling and it was all because of you, but it wasn't enough, you want to keep going. You have a show to put on.

You open your mouth sucking on just the tip of his cock, bobbing your head slowly with swirling his tip in your mouth.

"Y/N, fuck." He places his hand behind your head as his breath began to get more rapid and broken apart. "Come on, take some more." He was practically begging at this point. So slowly but surely, you widened your mouth, stuck your tongue out, and pushed your head further down to his cock. As much as you could take, the remainder you began to jerk with your hand. Bobbing your head on the inches you could take up and down with jerking him off. Listening to his soft grunts and groans. He was big, you knew this but it's different with it's in your throat, you can see it, your mouth felt full and you didn't even completely take it in. You kept going on this pace, proud of yourself for breaking Draken's tough exterior.

"Going to damn slow." He gripped the back of your head forcing his cock down your throat, you gag at this sudden action. He uses your mouth like a rag doll, forcing his cock in and out your mouth and a hellish pace without stopping, bobbing your head up and down. It hurts, taking all of him.

"Wanna be a dirty slut, gonna treat you like one." He said while gripping your hair harder as he pulled you off his cock, "spit on it." He said, and you did, you spat on the shaft of his cock and opened your mouth again for him to assault your throat.

"So eager to take this dick hm? Couldn't even wait for me to get home, had to play with yourself while I was gone? Who knew my pretty girl was such a dirty slut." He chuckled, under his breath as he continues to use you however he pleased. You placed your hands on either side of his thigh to try and control the pace but it was futile, he was much stronger than you, all you could do was hold yourself up and try not to vomit. Drool dripped down the side of your mouth as he thrusted his cock down your throat.

"Taking all this dick, good girl." He praised you as he held your head against his pelvis forcing his dick down your throat, he looked smug as he saw the outline of his cock through the flesh of your throat, you slapped his thigh to try and get him to let go of you, needing air. The feeling of you shaking on his cock trying to push away to get air was a sight to behold for him, he wanted to bury his cock in your throat forever, never taking it out. He watched as tears dripped down your face, your hair was mess, face stained with tears, drool dripping out the corners of your mouth. You gagging on his cock, digging your nails into his thigh.

Draken finally let go, you gasps for air you so desperately needed.

"Open up." He says pushing your head back, "Stick that slutty tongue of yours out. Gonna cum in your mouth."

You put your hands on your knees, sitting up higher to put the tip of his cock in your mouth as he jerked it. His eyes glared at you, you listened to his grunts like a melody. You never seen him like this, during sex he was very calm and collected, gentle. Never used harsh words, this was different though. For some reason, being used like his cocksleeve had you dripping.

"Gonna cum, Y/n, take it all, don't spill a single drop." His warm cum spurted onto your tongue, he wiped his tip clean on your tongue "that's it, good girl, now swallow it." You closed your mouth and with a single gulp you downed his cum without a second thought.

"Tastes weird..." Wiping the drool from your mouth with the back of your hand. Draken lifts you up by your arm and tosses you on the bed.

"Had to go and get me riled up..." He said while taking his shirt off, "gonna fill you up real nice." He pushed his lips against yours hungrily devouring your mouth, tasting a mixture of both liquor and his own cum, his mouth explored your own in a heated make out session, his hand traveled down past your panties and onto your bare cunt, a finger pushed pass your slit making it's way in. You moaned into the kiss, giving Draken more access to your mouth, swirling his tongue with your own.

You pulled away from the kiss to let out a soft moan as his finger toys with you, he puts another one in causing you to arch your back. His other hand rubs soft circles on your clit, he claims your mouth with another hungry kiss as if this will be the last time he felt your lips against his own.

"So needy, barely did anything to you." You moaned against his lips as he brought you to a high.

"D-Draken!" You moaned out.

"Fuck, trying to amputate my fingers? Loosen up. " He grumbles, his lips go down to your neck, sucking and biting against your fleshing leaving bruises everywhere his mouth touches. You wrap your arms around his neck pulling him in closer, as you begin to grind your hips against his fingers as they work their way in and out of you and the others against your clit.

"Gonna cum on my fingers?" He questions in your ear while biting your ear lobe.

"Gonna cum on em!" You reply, moving your hips faster, you begin to convulse as he brings you to your well deserved orgasm.

"You're gonna do that all on my cock." He muttered against your neck as he works his way down to your tits. He puts his fingers in your mouth muffling your moans as he begins to suck on your now perky nipples. He pushes his fingers in and out your mouth forcing you to taste your own juices, the same fingers that were just in you, that brought you to your orgasm.

After assaulting your mouth with his fingers he reaches over to the side his of bed to grab a condom.

"Put it on for me." Still high on your orgasm you slowly reach your hand up to take the condom out of his own, that's when he pushes your head own to his cock. He rips the packaging placing just the tip of his cock into the condom.

"Use that pretty mouth of yours." He smirks as he watches you take all of his dick into your mouth, pushing the condom down in the process. "Make sure to get it all the way on, wouldn't want any cum to spill out hm?" He says as he caresses your head.

"Such a good girl." He praises you as you bring your head up, "Gonna make you feel real good okay?" He kisses your forehead as he leans you down into the mattress. He slaps your pussy a couple of times with his cock, prodding the tip at the entrance, pushing his tip every so softly in and out, barley giving you anything to work with.

"Stop with the teasing Draken." You whined, locking your legs around his waist, trying to push his cock further into you. He clicks his tongue at your actions, pulling himself completely out before lifting one of your legs and putting it on his shoulder.

"I don't remember you being in control here." He guffed out. He rammed his cock into you without warning causing you to gasp, your eyes wide and mouth agape. "That's more like it." He smirks at your appearance.

He begins to thrust in and out of your tight pussy, watching you unravel on his cock. One hand holding your leg on his shoulder and the other turning your head to face him.

"This what you wanted right?" He honeyed out, this voice being quite sweet unlike his thrusts, the way his cock pulled out of you only to slam right back in. Sounds of skin against skin filled the room, along with your sweet mouths chanting his name like once before.

He pried your mouth open with his fingers bringing his face closer only to spit in your mouth, "Good little whore" he mutters against your ear. His thrusts never stopped, not once, he keeps going until he brings you to an orgasm.

He could feel your body going limp, but he wasn't done yet. He flipped lifted your body, he was now on his knees and you on his lap, your hands tangled in his hair while being wrapped around his neck, his mouth devouring your nipple, he slams his cock into you while being in this new position. His hands on either side of your waist slamming your body onto his own matching the rythm of his thrusts. He bites down on your nipple, you pull his hair as payback, you finally meet eyes. His hair all disheveled and out of his normal braid, his eyes slanted, full of hunger, he looked like a animal eyeing his prey, and you looked extremely delicious right now. He captures your lips in a heated kiss as his grip tightens on your waist, you grind against his cock as you moan into the kiss. You suck on his tongue and he does yours, you bite his lower lip slightly tugging on it.

"God Y/n, who knew you were so cock hungry. Wouldn't have been going so easy on you of I knew you could take it." He chuckles as he lays your body back down onto the mattress and begins pounding your body against his locking his lips with yours again.

"You're sucking me in like crazy." His voice is rough and out of breath. Your walls only tightening around him while hearing his voice, his hand goes back down to your clit rubbing it aggressively.

"Fuck, I'm close, fuck fuck fuck." He announces, muttering an array of curse words as he feels himself getting closer to his climax. "Cum with me, cum on my cock one last time." He picks up the pace with his thrust and the attack on your poor nub, you were nothing more than a moaning drooling mess at this point subject to Draken's aggressiveness, your body shakes and your back arches for the last time as you release your juices onto Draken's cock coming to your final high, he thrusts one last time before he releases in the condom.

He pulls out taking off the condom and throwing it in the nearby bin, he watches as you slowly drift to sleep but not before saying, "I love you."

"Mhm, I love you too, my little vixen." He kisses your forehead before he lays next to you and drifts to sleep.

Sorry if this wasn't the best, it was my first time writing for Draken. He's kind of a difficult character, I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless!

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You were in your room, sitting on your bed as your eyes looked around. Your room was painted your favorite color and it made your brothers jealous because their rooms were painted white, it was boring. Yours had posters, polaroids of you and your siblings, fairy lights, a bean bag chair, and a simple full body mirror. You heard a knock on your door and you looked to see that it was Tom smiling brightly with a plate of your favorite cookies.

“Hey.” He said softly as he entered the room and shut the door behind him with his foot while balancing the plate of cookies in his hands.

“Hi.” You smiled.

“Sam kicked me out of the kitchen, but I was there first and fortunately, I finished the cookies on time. I hope they taste alright.” Tom said as he sat beside you, the plate of cookies in between you.

“They smell good, so you did a good job.” You chuckled. Tom took one cookie and looked at you, “Taste test.”

He took a bite and chewed it a few times before saying, “It tastes alright. It’s not like how Sam makes it, but I’m not Sam. I’m Tom.”

Both of you erupted into a fit of giggles as you talked about random things. The plate of cookies were now on your bedside table and only half of the cookies were eaten.

“Hey, how’s your friend?” Tom asked casually. Both of you were laying on your bed, facing the ceiling.

“Which friend?”

“The blond one who had one hell of a musical talent.” Tom said. “He used to come here and play on Sam’s piano.”

“Oh, James! I don’t really know what happened to him. We, uh, fell out of touch.”

“I see.” Tom said. “I hope he’s okay.”

“Same here.” You told him. “My friend, Madeline, got a scholarship last time I checked. She got accelerated in school and she got to attend uni ahead of us. I’m really proud of her, y’know?”

“Where is she now?” Tom asked.

You looked at Tom with sorrow in your eyes. He glanced at you and he could see how hurt you were. “We don’t talk...anymore. We used to. She’s basically like a sister to me, but we don’t talk anymore. Regardless, I’m really happy for her and I miss her. Wherever she is, I hope she’s alright.”

Suddenly, there was a knock on your door and Tom sat up quickly. The door opened and revealed Sam. “Hey, it’s time to eat dinner. You’re washing the dishes tonight, Tom!” Sam said before leaving.

“That little shit.” Tom laughed. “C’mon, Y/N. Let’s eat!” He got up from your bed and you followed suit with worry and concern in your eyes. You shook your head and shrugged it off. What you’ll say can wait.

Both of you went down to join everyone on the dining table. You sat in your usual seat, but didn’t contribute in the conversation. You were just happy to be there. You looked around and saw how happy your brothers were. You looked at your parents and saw them smiling. It was a beautiful sight to see. After all, all you wanted was for them to be happy. They deserve to be happy.

Harry and Tom cleaned up as you watched them help each other. “Next time, we should cook Y/N’s favorite dinner.” Tom said. Harry looked at him and shrugged, “Why not? I never liked it, but I’m sure she’d appreciate it very much.”

The next few days were spent with Tom. He never left your side and he made sure you were alright. You were the youngest and as the eldest Holland child, he made it his job to look after you. He wasn’t close with you before, but somehow as you grew older, it changed. Tom was now excited to spend time with you. He loved talking to you and he loved laughing with you. In his opinion, you make his stress and worries fade away.

Your birthday is coming up and he wanted everything planned out. He already had plans, actually. He knew what cake you wanted, he knew what decorations to put up, he planned the food, and he even had a theme in mind. He was really prepared. Paddy had to go with Tom in town just to buy balloons. Tom was really going all out.

“Are you going to help me set up tonight? Y/N’s birthday is tomorrow and I want her to be surprised when she wakes up. I can already imagine her face.” Tom smiled excitedly as he parked the car in the driveway.

“I can’t help you tonight. I have homework.” Paddy said as he looked at Tom who just shrugged. “Alright. No problem. Stay in school, Pads.” Tom smiled before exiting his car with Paddy following him.

They walked in and Tom saw you sitting on the arm of the couch with Sam and Harry. Tom smiled at the sight. “Hey, guys!” He greeted, causing the three of you to look at Tom and Paddy.

“Wow, you went shopping for a lot of things.” Harry pointed out.

“Yeah, what’s up with that?” Sam asked with a grin.

“Nothing.” Tom smirked. “I’ll put these in my room.” Tom left and went upstairs to his room as Paddy walked to the couch and sat next to you. You looked at Paddy and smiled. You weren’t close with him, but you loved him dearly. You were only one year younger than him and he was always kind to you and you liked hanging out with him.

You looked at Sam and Harry and you held back a chuckle as you watch them annoy each other. It was a lovely sight to see.

Night time came and dinner was over a few hours ago. You were just standing in your backyard feeling the wind blowing and you knew that something was about to happen. You just didn’t know what. The backdoor opened and you turned around to see Tom with a small smile.

“What’re you doing out here? It’s cold.” He said as he tugged his jacket closer. He walked towards you and stood beside you. “What’s on your mind?”

You shrugged, “Nothing. I guess I’m just tired. I think I’ll rest now.”

Tom nodded. He suddenly remembered his plan and said, “Yeah, you can go upstairs now. I, uh, prepared your room.”

“Thank you.” You smiled at him. You walked towards the back door and stopped to turn around to look at Tom. He was already looking at you and you said, “I- Good night, Tom.”

“Good night, Y/N. Sweet dreams.” He smiled sweetly. You opened the door and walked in and went straight up the stairs to your room.

Tom stayed outside for a minute before walking in. He locked the back door and went to the living room where his brothers were. “Hey, guys! Ready to decorate?” Tom asked with a huge smile on his face. It was evident that he was excited.

“What’re you talking about?” Sam asked, looking at Tom with a confused face.

“Yeah, what’s happening?” Paddy questioned.

Tom scoffed and crossed his arms, “How could you guys forget?! It’s our sister’s birthday tomorrow and you guys aren’t preparing at all!”

Tom was yelling as the rest were looking at him sadly. Sam’s eyes were clouded with tears as he looked at Tom. Harry and Paddy looked at Sam, not wanting to be the ones to remind Tom. Sam sighed and closed his eyes and his tears fell. He wiped his tears and opened his eyes to face Tom.

“Tom, mate, she’s dead.” Sam said softly. “She’s been dead for two months now.”

“W-What are you talking about?” Tom shook his head slowly. He looked away from Sam and he saw you standing behind Sam. “She’s right there, Sam! She’s literally right behind you! How can you not see it?!”

“Tom, stop! She’s gone, okay?!” Harry exclaimed. “Y/N’s not here! She won’t be here anymore and it’ll be that way forever. We just have to accept that.”

“It was leukemia, Tom. She didn’t make it and we had a funeral and everything.” Paddy said softly.

You were confined in the hospital for about a week now and you were getting weaker and weaker as the days went on. Your family was trying to be positive, but all of you knew that it was your time to go. Before you were confined, you had written letters for them to read after you die and it was now hidden in their drawers.

Tom and Harry weren’t there when you passed because they were in a different country. They immediately went home when they heard the news. All of you knew that you weren’t going to make it, but all of you ignored that fact. Everyone except Tom was grieving. He held his mother as she cried and he stayed strong for his brothers. He couldn’t remember the last time he and his brothers slept in one room and he hated that they chose to do it again as soon as you were gone.

It was like a sleepover. They all talked about you and everything you did that the others didn’t know about. Turns out, you had secrets you shared with everyone except Tom.

“Wait, she told you guys about her secrets?” Tom asked that night.

“Yeah.” Harry nodded, eyes bloodshot from all the crying. “If something happens to her, she tells the first person she sees.”

“She never told me anything.” Tom stated.

“That’s because you’re the eldest. No one tells people about themselves to the eldest sibling.” Paddy answered.

“That’s unfortunate.” Tom frowned. “I wish I knew the things you knew.” He added.

“It’s alright, Tom. She didn’t have major secrets, anyway. Besides, she was just scared to tell you. That’s why she did that.” Sam explained.

Tom couldn’t sleep that night as he looked at his brothers. They were cuddled up next to each other and were fast asleep. Tom couldn’t help but think of you before finally drifting off. Days later, it was the funeral. The whole house was quiet and while your mum, Nikki, would appreciate it, for once in her life she wanted the noise. She wanted to hear boisterous laughing, heavy footsteps running up and down the stairs, yelling, the sound of Sam cutting vegetables, Dom’s loud typing, Paddy talking to his friend on the phone, Harry telling you to wake up and calling you a lazy bum for not being productive, and Tom playing with Tessa outside. Now, there was none of that.

When a husband or wife dies, the one they left behind is called a widow. When a child dies, what do you call their parents? No one’s ever come up with a word for that yet because it’s too painful to think about. You were young and you deserved all the best life has to offer. Nikki was devastated, but she knew that wherever you were, you aren’t in pain anymore and that was enough for her.

Tom wanted to scream, but he didn’t. He was numb. After the funeral, he and Harry decided to take a break from traveling to spend time with the rest of the family. He stopped working for a while and everyone understood that.

When they got home, Tom went straight to his room and cried. He cried and cried until no tears came out. His head ached, but he didn’t want to get up and get himself a glass of water. He grabbed his phone from the bedside table to ask Harry, but his phone died. Tom scoffed, sat up, and reached the drawer of his bedside table. He leaned over to look for his phone charger, but he saw a letter instead. It had his name on it and he realized that it was your handwriting. Tom quickly grabbed it and put his phone back on the bedside table. He opened the envelope and read what you wrote for him.

Dear Tom,

Hi. When you read this, you know that I'm gone. I'm sorry that we never got to bond a lot. I guess it's my fault because I was so scared of you. Despite that, I want you to know that I'm really happy for you and I'm proud of you.

You're my inspiration and please know that I'm very proud to be your sister.

I don't know where I'll end up when I'm gone, but please don't worry about me. I'll be okay, I can feel it. I'll just go where the wind takes me.

You're a kind person for the whole time I've known you. I'll miss everything and I'll miss your pranks and jokes. Please never stop doing those just because I'm gone. I hope you think of me whenever you tell a joke or pull a prank on Harry again.

I wish we bonded more. I wish we made cookies until Sam kicked us out of the kitchen because he needed to prepare for dinner. I wish we watched movies together and I wish we spoke often.

I'll miss you all the time and I love you. So much. Never forget that.

Your sister,

Y/N/N x

Tom cried again until he slept with the letter resting on his chest. The next morning, he got up to go to your room. He dreamt of you and he wanted to tell you about it. He glanced at the door and noticed that it was unlocked. He slowly opened it and to his surprise, he saw you standing there watching everyone outside from your window.

“Y/N.” Tom said.

You turned around and smiled at him, “Hey, Tom.”

“I dreamt of you! And in my dream, you were a ballet dancer. We did ballet together. Wouldn't that be something? It could be a bonding thing for us." Tom said with a big smile as he fully entered your room. All of a sudden, he forgot about your sickness, your death, your sickness. From an outsider's point of view, it was a sad sight to see. He was clearly in the denial stage.

Harry was on his way downstairs when he heard a voice coming from your room. He quietly opened the door and saw Tom excitedly talking to thin air.

"You know, I'm not doing anything anytime soon. Why don't we go out? It'll just be you and me, Y/N." Tom smiled. Harry's heart broke upon hearing this. His older brother was imagining their dead sister. Harry kept it to himself because he thought that Tom was coping that way.

It wasn't until Sam witnessed the same thing. Tom was in the kitchen and he was talking to thin air once more. Sam watched as Tom laughed and said a bunch of things. Sam kept it to himself too.

Paddy, however, was different. He went to Harry and Sam's room, unannounced. He closed and locked the door behind him as the twins looked at him in confusion.

"Okay, I can't be the only one to notice it." Paddy said with arms crossed.

"What're you talking about?" Harry asked.

"Tom." Was all Paddy said. The twins looked at each other before looking back at Paddy.

"What about him?" Sam asked, his eyebrows were raised a bit.

"Tom told me that he'll bake Y/N's favorite cookies tomorrow because Y/N said she was craving for it." Paddy explained.

"I saw Tom talking to thin air the day after the funeral. He was in Y/N's room." Harry confessed.

"I saw him doing that too, but he was in the kitchen this time. I'm worried about him." Sam said.

"What should we do?" Harry asked with a frown on his face.

"Let's just let him be for a while. Let’s just intervene when it gets out of hand.” Sam decided as the other two nodded.

They just let Tom be until they had enough.

Tom couldn't believe what his brothers were telling him. He felt sick to his stomach. His baby sister was gone and the thought of it ate him alive. He shook his head and Sam said, “Tom, everything will be alright. We’ll get through this together. We’ll be fine.”

“That can’t be true. I’ve been speaking to her. Stop fucking lying.” Tom cried.

“Tom, wake up! She’s not here, alright?! She’s not in her room anymore. Her things will forever be untouched and her books will be dusty. Her phone hasn’t been charged since she died and it’ll stay that way. All we have left are pictures, videos, and memories of her. We should accept that because no matter what happens, we can’t bring her back!” Harry said as his voice was raised.

“Just go to bed, mate. You’re tired.” Paddy said softly. “We’ll deal with this in the morning.”

Tom wiped his tears and went up to his room, slamming the door. He went to sleep and dreamt of you again. Both of you were on top of a small hill and the wind was blowing softly.

“Why can’t they see you?” Tom asked you.

“Because I only showed myself to you. I know that we haven’t been really close and I figured you’d want some kind of closure. In truth, I’m only here because of you. The light has been calling me and they want me to leave already, but I can’t because I know you’d be sad. I hate seeing you sad.” You explained.

“Then stay here.” Tom begged, but you shook your head.

“You need to let me go, Tom. It’s time. I can’t stay here forever.” You chuckled lightly.

“I just- I feel like nothing. When you were around, I felt like I had a purpose. Now, I just wish I could be with you.” He admitted.

“Don’t say that. Imagine how everyone will react if you’re gone. They’ll be upset. I’m so proud that you’re alive and well because you’ll get to go on with life and grow old. If you can’t do it for yourself, then do it for me. Live the life I never got to live. Trust me when I say that you’ll be happier when you move on.”

“I don’t want to forget you and I don’t want you to think that we’re having fun without you.” He said.

“I won’t think that way because all I ever wanted for all of you is to be happy and healthy. I love you and I miss you, but I want you to have fun and to keep doing everything you love. Don’t stop because I’m gone. Don’t let me be a hindrance because that’ll make me sad and I’ll haunt you forever.” You said as Tom chuckled. “Besides, you don’t have to forget about me. I’ll always be in your heart.”

“Alright.” Tom said. “I think I’m ready to let you go.”

You smiled and nodded as you walked away and stepped into the light. Tom shouted, “Happy birthday, Y/N!”

You looked back and smiled. With that, he knew you were thanking him not just for greeting, but also for everything.

Tom woke up and it was already morning. He decided to get ready and to head to the cemetery. He walked downstairs and saw his brothers eating breakfast.

“Where are you going?” Harry asked before eating his cereal.

“The cemetery. It’s Y/N’s birthday.” Tom said. “I’ll go now. I don’t know what time I’ll be back.”

Tom left and the drive to the cemetery was short and quiet. He parked the car and walked to your grave. He smiled when he saw a small, framed picture of you that Harry placed there not too long ago. He sat in front of your grave and smiled, “Hey, Y/N. I know you can hear me.”

“I guess I did look crazy for a while and I now understand how everyone felt. I, um, I read your letter. I’m sorry too, y’know? I’m sorry I never made the effort to spend time with you. I guess it’s because all my life, I’ve only known about having brothers and when you came along, I didn’t know how to act. But I’m really happy that I got to see you grow up and I’m happy with our few moments together.”

“When you were five, I was fourteen. It’s a wide gap and I remember being so annoyed because your toys were everywhere.” He chuckled at the thought. “Regardless, I loved you and I still do. I’m happy that you grew up to be kind and loving. I’m really fucking happy for that.”

“In your letter, you said that I shouldn’t worry about you. Y/N, I’m sorry, but I can’t promise that. I’m your older brother and that automatically makes me sort of like a second parent especially when mum and dad aren’t around. So, I’ll always worry about you even though I know you’re okay and not in pain.”

“I do, however, promise to always dedicate my pranks to you. I know you’d love that. I’d wish that we bonded, but we already did that. You gave me a chance to get to know the sister I never got to know and that, above all, makes me so happy and grateful. That’s enough for me.”

“I don’t want to say cheesy shit and ask for guidance. I don’t want to burden you in heaven. Like, it’s called a resting place for a reason and I want you to rest easy. I just want to say that I miss you so much and I love you. Happy birthday.” He finished.

Just then, he felt the wind blow in his direction and he knew that you were okay.

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