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sturniolosugar · 3 months

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INTERLINKED PT.3

pairing y/n and chirs sturniolo

summary: Y/n and Chris have been best friends for awhile. They end up becoming sexually involved with eachother. They value eachother so much but are both scared of the consequences of their actions, which leads their friendship to be stuck in a rocky place.

warnings: mentions of drugs, lots of emotions, addiction

pt1 pt2 pt4 pt5

(time skip)

Life is weird. Emotions are weird. Time is weird . It’s been 2 months since me and Chris have hung out by ourselves. We hangout but only with Nick and Matt now. The last time we hung out with just us was the day before the party. He stopped texting me everyday after that. He stopped calling me every night. We have become distant. We don’t even really talk to eachother outside of hanging out with Matt and Nick. It’s killing me slowly. Someone who was once my best friend is now someone I barely get a conversation out of. My heart hurts because of it. I have such a bad attachment to him. All I do is cry and stare at pictures of us when I try and go to sleep at night. I don’t know how things ended up like this. Matt and Nick have noticed that we’ve been distancing from each-other. Nick and Matt have both texted me on separate occasions asking if everything between me and Chris is alright. I lied to both of them. I told them everything’s fine. When in all actuality it’s not. They notice. They knew how close me and Chris were. We were like two peas in a pod. Always with each other. Always glued to one another’s hip. I should of known this is how things would turn out. I miss my best friend. I miss him so much and words couldn’t express it enough. We were so close. He was my closest friend and bond I think I’ve ever had in my entire life. And now everything could be possibly ruined. Because we had sex.

Life moves on. And everybody around me has seemed to just continue and move on. But I didn’t. And I haven’t. And I won’t. Not until I get my best friend back. Me and the triplets still all hangout and Chris will engage in conversation with me but he keeps it to a minimum. Nick and Matt ignore the awkward tension between me and Chris every time we hangout. I can’t do this though. I can’t pretend like I’m okay with losing my best friend. Because I’m not okay with it. Im losing my fucking mind and that’s an understatement. I’m leaving my house in 30 minutes to hangout with the triplets. Nick said we were gonna order pizza and watch a movie.

I knock on the triplets front door eager to see my friends. Nick answers the door and greets me with a warm smile. I make my way inside and see Matt sitting on the couch already. I notice Chris is in the kitchen staring down at his phone. “Pizza just got here. We got Hawaiian pizza just for you” Matt says smiling and opening one of the pizza boxes. I walk towards Matt and sit down on the couch next to Matt before grabbing a piece of pizza. Nick sits down on the other side of Matt and we have small talk before turning the tv on and flipping through channels trying to find a movie. “Okay how about this one?” Nick says causing me and Matt to stop our conversation and look towards the tv. “Im down to watch it if y’all are” I respond. “Yeah I actually heard this movies good as fuck” Matt says biting into the piece of pizza in his hand. Nick presses play on the movie and I look over into the kitchen seeing Chris still standing there on his phone. He doesn’t even wanna come near me anymore. I try to suppress my emotions and focus my energy on the movie.

About 5 minutes later I see Chris moving from the kitchen in the corner of my eye and walking into the living room. I expected him to sit next to Nick or on the other couch but he sat down right next to me. I don’t even know how to feel in the moment. Wether to feel happy or relieved to know that he acknowledges that I exist. I glance over at Matt and Nick who are focused on the movie not even second guessing that this is the first time Chris has willingly chose to sit next to me for the first time in 2 months. I try to keep my composure and focus back on the movie that’s playing on the tv. I notice that Chris keeps getting notifications on his phone but is ignoring them. He picks up his phone at one point and looks to see who texted him. He has tons of notifications from multiple girls on Snapchat but he doesn’t even take a second glance before putting his phone back down and choosing not to respond.

An hour into the movie Chris moves closer to me and leans his head on my shoulder. Causing me to scream internally. This use to be so normal for us. But after 2 months of us basically not talking and him distancing himself from me this doesn’t feel like it usually would. My mind races with many thoughts and I start to become stuck in my head. I snap out of my thoughts when I hear chris’s voice speak. “Get out of your head” he says quietly enough for only me and him to hear. I don’t respond. He knows me so fucking well. He places his hand on my thigh and squeezes. I look down at his hand on my thigh to make sure I wasn’t imagining it. I quickly notice his tore up knuckles. What the fuck? The last time his knuckles looked this bad was within the first few months of knowing each other. It was when he was filled with anger and using alcohol to cope. I put my hand over his and rub over his knuckles with my finger’s gently. He pulls his hand away and sighs as if he didn’t mean for me to see his knuckles. He sits his head back up so that way he’s not leaning his head on my shoulder anymore. I look at him in his eyes with concern. “What happened?” I ask my voice a little shaky. He shakes his head “I can’t do this right now” he mumbled under his breath before standing up and walking upstairs towards his room.

I look over at Matt and Nick who are already looking at me. “He’s been off recently, don’t take it personally y/n” Nick says shrugging his shoulders. I feel so many emotions rise in my body. I feel every emotion at once. Im happy he sat next to me and leaned against my shoulder as he used to do all the time. Im worried and concerned about him considering how his knuckles were fucked up. Im sad and angry that he’s been distancing himself from me and leaving me in the dark like our friendship wasn’t important to him. Im hurt. Im exhausted as I’ve sat for hours upon hours trying to figure out where everything went wrong. I can’t do this anymore. He hates me. He hates me. He hates me. I stand up quickly and grab my phone. “What are you doing?” Matt asks. I feel my eyes start to tear up. “I’m gonna go home. I can’t be here right now. I’m sorry” I say quickly before rushing out of their front door with tears running down my face. I get into my car and pull out of their driveway not even paying attention to how fast I’m going. If Chris doesn’t wanna be apart of my life anymore then life will no longer be worth living. I feel reckless, self destructive as I drive towards my house. My emotions are fucking drowning me. Suffocating me. Tears continue to stream down my face as I finally pull into my driveway.

I walk inside my house and walk into my room. I sit on my bed trying to calm myself down but fail as my head is clouded with to many emotions at once. I look down at my phone and scroll through my contacts searching for the only person that has a solution to the problems I have right now. I click on someone in my contacts named “favorite fiend”. It’s my old dealer. I click call and hold the phone up to my ear. I heard the phone ring twice before I hear a man’s voice speak from the other side of the phone. “Well well well. Look at who it is. Was just thinking of you” he says chuckling into the phone. “Yeah yeah, can you sell to me right now. Like right now. I can meet you somewhere” I respond. “What’s wrong you sound upset” he says. “Can you just meet me somewhere?” I respond as I’m not trying to have a sentimental conversation with someone who literally doesn’t care. “Are you sure you wanna do this? You haven’t bought from me in like a year” he responds. Yeah because of Chris. He was the only fucking reason I got sober. And now he hates me and doesn’t care if I live or not. So might as well go back to my old best friend, Xanax. “Just fucking meet me somewhere” I say getting more impatient as flashbacks of how I felt on Xanax come into my head. Making me crave them more. “Anything for my favorite customer, I’ll text you the location” he responds before hanging up.

Here we go again. Here we fucking go. I couldn’t care less about anything anymore. Fuck everything. Fuck everyone. Fuck myself. Fuck this life. I would rather be numb then deal with the emotions im dealing with right now. I’d rather be 15 Xanax deep than feel how I feel. I don’t care anymore. He doesn’t care. So why should I, right? My heart is like a nuclear bomb waiting to go off. So fragile, yet so powerful and explosive. And Chris knows this too. He knows me. And I know him. But apparently he doesn’t wanna know me anymore. He’s trying throw everything we had away. Like it meant nothing. Like I was just some fucking distraction for awhile until he got bored. Maybe he did use me for my body. Maybe he did play the long game and get me super fucking attached just to have sex with me and then dip. My head feels fuzzy as I start to have spiraling thoughts of all the memories me and Chris have together. I love him so much but, fuck him. He hurt me. He made me trust him more than I’ve trusted anyone in my entire life just to fuck me over like every fucking body else.

I pull back into my house’s driveway with 5 pills in my pocket. I walk into my house and sit on my bed. My phone starts to ring. I look down seeing Nick’s name across my screen. I ignore the call. Not right now Nick. Not right now. I pull the pills out of my pocket and set them on my desk and stare at them. Am I ready for this? Yes. Will I regret this? Possibly. Will it solve my issues with Chris? No. Will it calm me down and make me numb so I don’t have to feel like this anymore. Yes. My phone rings again. I look down and it’s now Matt calling. I shake my head and ignore the call. I pick up one of the pills before sticking it into my mouth and taking a drink of water. I’ll be okay. I’ll be alright as long I have these tiny pills that help me become numb. I lay down against my bed staring up at my ceiling waiting for the pill to kick in. My mind eases as I realize I won’t have to deal with these feelings much longer. I will soon feel numb, metaphorically and literally.

Chris’s POV:

I stare up at my ceiling feeling waves of guilt comes across and fill my entire body. It’s not that I don’t wanna be around her. It’s not that I don’t love her. Because I do. I do love her. I do care for her. But she doesn’t love me like I love her and she made that clear the first time we had sex. I told her to be mine. I told her I wanted her all to myself. And she denied me. She said it’s better if we just stay friends. She doesn’t understand that it felt like my heart was being ripped out of my fucking chest in that moment. I love her so much. Words could not describe the amount of love I have for y/n. But when she told me she didn’t wanna be anything more than friends I lost my mind. I hit rock bottom. I started talking to other girls trying to distract myself from y/n. And truthfully talking to other girls never helped. Not even in the slightest ways. It made it worse actually. Trying to search for y/n in every other girl that I came across. Me and y/n had sex a couple more times after the first time. Each time It was more passionate. I wasn’t trying to have sex with her. I was trying to make love with her.

At some point I started distancing myself from her. I felt like I had no other option. I know that I wasn’t gonna be able to see her as just a friend anymore. I knew that if I didn’t distance myself from her It would only cause more hurt in the end for me. Because I love her. Like love love her. She’s the first girl I’ve ever actually loved. And she sees me as a friend. And it tears me apart everyday. I can’t stop thinking about her. I know distancing myself from her without giving her an explanation hurts her. As much as I wanted to give her an explanation I couldn’t. As selfish as it is I’m just trying to protect myself. Because I can’t take it. I can’t even take being in the same room with her without wanting to break down. I can’t take knowing the fact that I love her and she doesn’t love me back in that type of way. It’s like I can’t even fucking function right anymore. I have multiple holes in my bedroom wall right now because my emotions overpower me and I lose control. My sadness has always turned into anger.

A few minutes after I walked upstairs in my room after leaving them all downstairs in the living room Matt and Nick barge into my room. “Dude whatever the fuck is going on between you guys needs to end” Nick yells. “What? What are you talking about?” I ask confused. “Y/n just rushed out of our fucking house crying. She said she can’t be here right now. What the fuck is going on between you?” Matt says. “I- I dont- it’s complicated” I respond. “Fix it. Right now. I don’t think she’s okay. She hasn’t been herself for awhile now. So fucking fix it. You know how she is Chris. She becomes self destructive when shit gets to much to handle. I’ve never seen her run out of the house crying before” Nick says in a concerned tone. “Just call her or something” I respond not knowing what to even do in the moment. Nick reaches for his phone in his pocket and proceeds to call y/n. She doesn’t answer. “Jesus. I’m worried I don’t know what to do” Nick says. Matt unlocks his phone and tries to call her. No answer. “Maybe she just needs time and space” I say out loud. “Or maybe she just wants her best friend back you fuckface” Nick says with irritation in his voice. I put my hands in my face and sigh. I want my best friend back too.

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fatestaxes · 2 months

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Death and Taxes HC’s:

Vacation/Earth Life

Fate:

- For the time he was stuck in the offices, he would just sit in his small library and write (both for his novel and just journaling, hopes and dreams or just complaining about his job).

- if he ever made it to earth, he’d join a small writers club, change his name, and just spend his whole new life doing whatever he felt like.

- Going shopping, going to the beach, going to the park, you name it. He’d probably find entertainment anywhere considering what his previous life was like.

- In fact, he would probably be overwhelmed with everything there is to do.

- He needs a nap and some therapy too. Maybe he’ll make some friends there, who knows.

- After adventuring a bit, He’d find a few -1 or 2- close friends (probably from the writers club) and just chill w/ them in a small restaurant or cafe in the town

- He wasn’t very close with the rest of the club members because he came off as cold/uncaring to them

- he’d think about revealing his past life, but would most likely just end up trying to forget about it and move on completely. Although they might find out, considering the fact that he has literally NO social skills and doesn’t know any general human-life skills (eating food, social ques, slang, behavior, etc.)

- Would be repulsed by how similar a lot of schools are to his previous office job (very restrictive)

- He’d be able to sympathize with the ‘older’ students (high school, college) who are already like- over it.

- He would also probably make a friend with some minimum wage worker he meets at a coffee/tea shop or something

- “Im not paid enough to care about what management does” and Fate would be like “you’re so right” and now they’re besties

- makes a good amount of money as a writer, he publishes an actual novel he wrote and a copy of his journal that he used to write in from the offices (it was marketed as fantasy, which was fine by him, less explaining to do)

Grim:

- They would probably be content with a small corner in town that they would frequent.

- They hadn’t been in the office as long as Fate so they didn’t have a major desire to venture out very much.

- In the offices, Grim would socialize with the other reapers, so they still had some company.

- Despite this, they still have a bit of trouble socializing with humans- but when they try and wing it for the first time, they do fairly well.

- They might decide to join some sort of art club (pottery, painting, that kind of stuff)

- They would try to befriend everyone, and they came across as pretty nice, so they were welcomed and fairly liked by most of the people in the club.

- Although they wanted to befriend everybody, they found three very close friends that they hung out with every weekend

- Fate and Grim both ended up in the same town (probably because their clubs or somethn) and were hanging out with their respective friends when they all bumped into each other. Awkward introductions ensue.

The Archivist:

- Actually enjoyed their job in the death dept. so they’d miss the endless shelves of books and knowledge.

- They’d find their way into any town library and just start reorganizing the books.

- checks out 5 or more books at a time, whenever they visit.

- Perfectly content to live and be alone, but might find someone who shared an interest in learning at a library.

- Would open up their own bookshop (named The Archives -no surprise there-) as their job/Lifestyle, Grim is their first loyal customer.

- They would be fascinated with humanity’s creativity in both visual art and literature.

#grim death and taxes #fate death and taxes #death and taxes fate #death and taxes game #death and taxes archivist

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homosexualdinosaur · 2 years

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God I need to fucking talk about this. I went to a charter school fron 2nd to 6th grade, one class per grade, so everybody in class knew eachother pretty well, but there was one girl that I was pretty close with, not like my best friend, but definitely closer than average. We were both "gifted" and we usually finished our assignments early, and played games in the back if class for the rest of the time, but usually I finished a bit before her in math, and I would help her out on the last bit, that was usually the hardest. I really liked her, we texted almost every night about whatever, though she would ask for help every now and then. When 7th grade hit, a bunch of us moved to the public middle school (I live in a small town with only 1 public school district) her and myself included. A week or 2 before school started we texted eachother our schedule and we weren't in any of the same classes, and she wasn't taking honors math, and when I asked her why, she said that it would be too hard for her, which I thought was wierd because she was one of the best in out class.

Come to the first day of school, I showed up pretty early, so I just told her that I was at the school, she never replied. Later, closer to the start of school, I texted her "where are you, im stuck with *other friend from same class*", as a joke, he was actually one of my best friends, but she never replied. After a few days of radio silence from her, I just assumed that she changed her number, and since we hadn't seen eachother, she hadn't had the chance to give it to me.

Two weeks later, she sends me a stupid fucking copypasta. That was the last text she ever sent to me. That fucked me up, she just ghosted me. But that's not the worst of it. After a moth or so of school, my science teacher changed the seating arrangement, and i was put at the same table as one of the other kids from my old school, who was pretty close to the other girl, but we never really talked. She told me that the girl still tried to be friends with her, and said that she said that she only ever hung out with me because I could help her with math. the girl I was sitting next to said that they fell out pretty quickly as well, but one of thier mutual friends told her that she would talk shit about "all of the weirdos from her old school".

This hit me pretty hard, to find out that I was allegedly being used by one of my closest friends, but I didn't want to believe it. But I have never talked to her since, and I tried to not let it affect me, since I tried to convince myself it was fake, but it really did. It made me not want to get close to anyone, and I kinda just hovered on the outside of friend groups until like, my junior year. And I cant bring myself to delete her number, I just so badly want to tell her how bad she fucked me up.

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heartburriedinvenice · 3 years

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THE SHOT HEARD THROUGHOUT THE SKY armin arlert x reader

summary: he had grown numb to the sound of gunshots and screams, but that night the sound had sent a chill down his spine.

warnings: SPOILERS FOR SEASON 4 of AOT (just be cautious), talks of death, talks of violence, mentions of injury and blood, self-deprecating thoughts, and just overall ANGST (im in a sad mood, i just finished the AOT manga, so this is what you guys are getting), let me know if there is anything i missed !!

a / n: woah, posting twice in one day, that's a shocker! but anyways, i finished the AOT manga today and i have not cried that much in a long time, so i'm channeling my sadness into this.

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IT WAS HARD TO WATCH, you had no want to even keep your eyes open much longer as you hung from the airship, looking at the havoc wreaked on Liberio below. The havoc you had caused, the death and pain you had inflicted, the destruction. It was hard to remember a day where such violence wasn’t ingrained in your mind, where it wasn’t as normalized as it had been in that moment. Those days when you were young, and the only thing you cared about was listening to Armin tell your stories of a world outside the walls, a beautiful world that the two of you would find one day. Was this really it? Was this the beautiful world they had described? Was this everything you had been working towards? Armin Arlert, a boy you had loved years before the Titans became the biggest worry in your life, the boy who had spent nights during training looking at the stars with you, the boy who was there for you when no one else could be. Oh, what you would give to live in that beautiful world with him, to leave behind all the panic and fear, and simply live. Live in a house near the sea where there weren't gunshots ringing through the air, but rather just the sounds of the crashing ocean. That’s what you wanted, that’s what you were fighting for.

Gunshots continued to go off from below you, your heart racing, pounding in your ears. With each bullet that flew past you, you felt luckier and luckier to still be alive. Aiming your gun again, you fired back, the powerful blasts returning down to the men who had fired them at you.

“Return to the ship! Everybody in, they don’t have the resources to take down an airship,” Jean commanded, followed by the sound of people shooting up into the air back towards the ship.

You shared a single glance with Jean, before you began to make your way up with him, feeling the rush of wind blow through your hair as you shot up towards the airship. Watching as Jean got pulled in by Connie and Sasha, them waiting on you. Your eyes were set on the door to safety, only to be stopped by the sound of a gunshot and the sight of a fellow soldier quickly falling from the air at a rapid speed. It wasn’t the kind of speed that came from the gear, no, it was free fall. Looking down, hesitating for a second, the thing you weren’t supposed to do was the one singular action that halted every action after that. A shot rang again, and it wasn’t till you heard the screams from your friends that you had realized where exactly that bullet ended up going. You felt your body slightly slump, your hand still holding tightly onto your gear, but your grip slowly dwindling. You look up towards your friends, Sasha in hysterics, you are not sure what to do, as your free hand reaches for the growing burning sensation that had hit your abdominal, feeling sick at the wet feeling on your fingers. You felt shock. You felt that you couldn’t move, and for the first time in a while, you felt more than helpless. Was this what you deserved? Was this what you got from all the destruction and pain caused in one single night? Was this the end to the war that was waiting for you? An end without the sound of crashing waves and the smile of a blond boy with blue eyes.

“Y/N hit the button on your gear! Hit the button on your gear!” Sasha screamed, regaining a sense of consciousness at her word, letting your finger make its way to gently rest on the trigger as you were finally pulled all the way up to the entrance. Your hands were quickly grasped by Sasha and Connie as they pulled you inside, laying you down onto the floor.

It was silent in the airship, you felt like a million eyes were on your struggling form, as air became harder to take in. You couldn’t move, the pain was too much, the adrenaline coming down enough where it felt like your whole body was on fire. Your body was struggling, it was fighting, but even you knew it was losing.

“Hey, hey! Look at me,” yelled a familiar voice, you weren’t sure why you couldn’t place your finger on it. “You are not dying on us, okay. Okay?”

“Okay,” you barely mumbled, your voice coming out more airy than you had ever intended.

“Someone go get Armin, just get the others!” that same voice yelled.

You felt pressure on your abdominal, as the sight of a person looming over you came into view. His long brown hair, beard that he never could seem to grow out, and for the first time in a while, you saw his eyes fill with a sense of overwhelming panic.

“Come on, come on, come,” you heard him mutter under his breath, as he pressed what looked to be a cloth over the wound. Though even you could see the white cloth turn an overwhelming color of red.

You began to feel your eyes grow blurry, as your eyelid drooped ever so slightly. The world felt farther and farther away.

“Hey, keep your eyes open, okay,” you heard Jean say, his mouth moving but his words beginning to feel so far away, so distant. “Just at least for a little longer.”

The sound of pounding feet echoed across the room of the airship as you heard a loud commotion of yelling and panicked words, looking up to see someone swiftly drop down to your side. You felt your body be violently shaken, a sense of panic and yet utter gentleness in each touch before you were carefully set down again. You felt dizzy, spinning around, and almost numb. Though the sound of the pleading cries of the person who had dropped beside you sounded so familiar, and everything inside of you wanted you to just push a little longer to catch a glimpse of him.

You squeeze your eyes shut only to open them again, your vision becoming the littlest more clear, enough at least to meet those ocean eyes. You felt your lips involuntarily curve upwards, something that seemed to happen every time you saw him. He was the calm in the storm, the light in the dark, he was your Armin. You felt his hand tightly grasp yours, tighter, tighter, and you could barely muster up a squeeze in return.

“Hey, see, that's it, you are gonna be okay,” the boy spoke up. “ We are gonna get out of here and we will fix you up, and then we can go to the ocean, just like we planned. You just gotta hold on a little longer. You are so strong, stay strong...please.”

And as his voice grew more desperate, it also grew further and further away and all you wanted was to pull it back, to hear what he said, you wanted to hold on. You wanted to hear his voice again, hear it loudly and clearly. You wanted to feel his warm touch, but rather everything felt cold. It all felt distant, you were drifting further and further. You were alone in the middle of the sea, all sense muffled, all hope gone. You tried to blink again, desperate for one last glance into the boy's eyes, you just wanted to hug him and tell him it was alright. You wanted a chance to say “goodbye”. Everything in you was screaming to take you back, you wanted to go back. You didn’t want to go, you weren’t strong, you weren’t ready.

“Y/N?” his voice sounded, more muffled than ever, so distorted it was barely audible. “Y/N! Y/N come back, please! Please! I can’t do this without you-”

But your strength continued to leave you. "You are strong", was on repeat in your head, as your tried to hold on. But it was too much and the numbness was pulling you in, it felt calming. And so you let go, so hesitantly but yet without a second thought. You gave in.

Armin felt you grow slack in his arms, the faint hold on his hand no longer there. Humanity really was cruel, the world was unforgiving, the beauty he had once seen slowly dwindled. There was beauty in life, it was the beauty in laughs, in tears, in touches, in yells, in the crashing of waves or rumbling of a storm, it was you. But you were gone, taken too soon, dying alone and above the violence and terror of Liberio. He was sorry, he never wanted you to die, especially not there, surrounded by nothing but anger from the world. He was a monster no matter how much you reassured him he was not. But how could he not be, you dead in his arms, silence all around, and a want to abandon everything and leave. It was a gunshot that sounded through the air, something that had become so normal it never bugged him, but now the sound sent chills down his spine.

#armin arlet x y/n #armin arlert x reader #armin x reader #aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #season 4 aot #armin arlert angst #armin arlert x y/n #aot imagines

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barnesbabee · 3 years

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𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂 𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓮 - 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵

|| ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ || ⇜ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ - 21

⟿ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: No sensible person would turn down their boss if they looked good as good as Seonghwa. But maybe they would wish they had…

⟿ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇᴘᴛ: CEO!Seonghwa x reader, bestfriend!Yunho x reader || Social Media!AU || no gender specified for the reader

ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ: (send me a DM or an ask to be added) @ateezappreciation @shinyddeonghwa @lilithpooped @cloudyyeonnie@yeosangmystar @wooyoung-a @sanisms @mingismoon @lovelyvitamin @anawwyd @annasbannas @im-just-trying-to-survive-man @uglychildd @oddlittlefandomist @hwahomie @jin-neck-shaft @lovelyvitamin @yeosangmystar @skmoonchild @lovelymultiwrites @sunwooyoung

Panic settled in the room as Seonghwa's words echoed in your heads. Yunho was dead, Mingi disappeared, San wasn't waking up and the body was gone.

And meanwhile, you were getting railed in Seonghwa's office. You felt sick to your stomach, not knowing what to do, or where to even start.

"Someone say something!" Jongho yelled, at the top of his lungs, finally breaking his calm character.

The silence in the room was heavy and you suddenly felt as if you couldn't breathe, as if someone was gripping your throat from the inside. As if on cue, San groaned and his eyes fluttered open.

"What the fuck?..." He groaned, as he sat up straight with the help of one hand.

San rubbed the back of his head with his other hand, hissing as he moved it up and down slowly.

You and Seonghwa ran towards him and knelt beside the man.

"San what happened!?"

San sat against the sofa, feeling too sick and too dizzy to sit up straight on his own. He took a couple of breathsm trying to recollect what happened before he blacked out.

"There really isn't much to say, right after Y/N left Mingi asked me to get him something from the kitchen and when I came back someone, I'm assuming Mingi, hit me with something in the back of the head. Next thing I know I'm waking up next to Jongho."

Seonghwa stood up, visibly stressed and irritated.

"Y/N I- I can't take this anymore. I'm tired, I'm stressed out, I wake up, go to sleep and go through the day stressed but I try to keep calm and be reasobale but I just can't anymore! I need to rest, I need time!" Jongho said.

His voice was shaky, his face was red and his eyes were desperate and tired. He had huge bags under his eyes, and he looked as if he wanted to cry, but was too tired to do so.

"I... I know. I know what you're feeling because I'm feeling it too, but the body is gone, and you know that if the body is found we'll all be questioned by the police and if he turns himself in he will also be questioned by the police and we both know that in either case they will be asking questions. The body is decomposing! They'll start asking why he didn't come right away, what happened between the murder and the confession, and it doesn't take much for Mingi to break! If he goes down he'll bring us with him!"

Your voice was unstable from crying, and you, just like every other person in the group, regretted helping Mingi. You should have stayed mad at him. You shouldn't have babied him and helped him cover up a murder. But it was too late, friendship and compassion won over you as if you were in a kid's cartoon where the power of friendship could overcome anything. But it didn't.

"Each of you get in one of my cars. We're splitting up and looking for him. Keys are in the ignition, let's go. The sooner we find him, the sooner it will all be over."

Seonghwa turned his back and started walking towards the garage, giving them no time to oppose themselves to the plan, or to complain at all.

Four motors roared in the garage as each of them left in their respective car to look around. He couldn't have gone very far, it had only been a couple hours and Mingi had no car and no money for a cab.

It was becoming increasingly hard for San to throw off Wooyoung. They had been spending a lot of time together and these past few days he had barely talked to the younger boy, making the latter suspicious that either San had gotten tired of him, or that he had found someone else. Either way Wooyoung was panicking and constantly blowing up San's phone, which was just the cherry on top. After the 10th ding sounded from his phone, San pulled over for a second and called Wooyoung.

"Heeey Woo." He said, trying to sound as sweet as possible.

"San what's happening? Please tell me if you're getting tired of me... Don't give me any hopes, because I really like you."

"What? No Wooyoung, I like you, like... a lot. Really. But I've just been busy with consoling Y/N, and there was a bunch of issues in some paperwork from my part-time job so I had to work on that as well, it's just been a very tiring couple of days, I'm sorry... Can I get back to you once I'm done? I need a little rest."

As far as Wooyoung knew you were still upset at Mingi.

"Alright fine, but I expect a nice homemade dinner once you're free."

"Of course baby."

San hung up with a sigh, relieved that he bought his excuses, and started the engine once more, resuming his search.

San was driving around the town, searching places with fewer people and hidden spots where rarely anybody went to. He ended up in a couple bad neighborhoods, which in retrospect it wasn't very smart since he was riding a Rolls Royce, but they hadn't been making good choices the past few days. Seonghwa headed back to the cabin where they had found the body, you searched every bridge and police station and Jongho went to his apartment.

It was minute 12 of driving around when you received a call. It was a group call with everyone involved.

"The body is back in the cabin. It's covered with all the leaves and shit we put here."

"Don't touch it, get out of there for now. I'm still trying to get to his house, anyone got anything?"

Jongho's question was met with a bunch of no's.

"Well I'm almost at his house and I can see- oh my God. I found him. I found him he's standing on a balcony and I think he's gonna jump everyone get here!"

Jongho hung up and you told Seonghwa the address. Thankfully you were close by and got there in no time. Jongho sprinted up the stairs and by the time you and San got to the house he was trying to talk Mingi out of it. Mingi was standing on the edge of his balcony, on the other side of the railing, but still holding onto it. Jongho was crying and begging Mingi to come to his senses and to come back inside, as he gripped his arm.

"It's no use Jongho, just let me go! This is not up to you!"

You and San got up to the balcony as well, trying to talk Mingi out of it.

"Mingi please! We'll get through this I'm begging you, we can't lose you too!" You yelled.

You wanted to stay composed but you couldn't help the tears streaming down your face. Even Jongho, who was usually very uncomfortable displaying his emotions, was crying and begging.

When Seonghwa got to the scene, he was terrified. He didn't know what to do, which was a common thing throughout the past few days, and it was killing him.

Everyone was pulling on Mingi's left side, trying to pull him up along with Jongho, so, without anyone noticing, he jumped outside the railing, and slowly walked towards Mingi without him noticing either.

Once he was close enough, he grabbed the man and pulled him up and over the railing, while holding himself stable with one hand on said railing.

However, Mingi's selfishness was bigger, and in the end, he showed that no matter what other people did for him, he was going to put himself first.

Mingi was mad, he thought his friends were being selfish and had no say in the matter, so while being saved, while going over the railing back into his house, he kicked it away with all the strength in his body, making him fall back.

Seonghwa, who was holding onto Mingi, failed to grip the railing harder and fell with Mingi, looking into your sad, panic-filled eyes as he fell to his death.

You bent over and watched the man you loved fall, in what felt like slow motion. His body hit the ground, and with an ugly cracking noise, Seonghwa's head split open.

You sprinted down the stairs, and once you got down to the ground people were circling the two men, taking pictures and gasping at the scene. You shoved away everybody in front of you so you could reach Seonghwa. His face was nearly intact, but the pool of blood surrounding his cracked skull told you there was no way he'd survive. His chest moved up and down quickly, for a couple of seconds, indicating the intense pain he was in.

"Seonghwa I'm sorry- I-I'm so sorry! Please... I love you..."

Just as the last three words left your mouth, you could see his lips twitch, before his chest stopped moving, before his eyes lost all of their color, before his body went limp in your hands. You stayed there, holding the face of the deceased man you once loved, your clothes soaking his blood and you cried out for forgiveness.

You didn't dare look at Mingi, but you sure hoped he was dead.

But he wasn't. And in the end. When the ambulance and the police came, they took Seonghwa to the morgue and Mingi to the hospital. Mingi ended up surviving after intense surgery, but not for long, because you would end up killing him.

"You don't get to live!" You told Mingi, as you stabbed gagged him and stabbed him over, and over, and over.

He died in a slow, agonizing way, just like you wanted him to. After all he put you, San, and Jongho through, after the sleepless nights, the constant stress, after staying the love of your life he still thought he'd get a second chance!?

You made sure he suffered, and you made sure he knew how much you hated him as you pierced your old, blunt, and rusty knife into his body.

San and Wooyoung ended up fleeing the country, and Jongho joined the military, both too afraid to face the reality and their past actions, seeking any refuge outside of their past lives. They did end up hearing about Mingi's death, and neither of them seemed to care. After everything, they just gave up on him completely.

You were arrested for Mingi's murder, but after confessing everything, and giving a couple touch-ups where you removed Seonghwa, Jongho, and San from the story, and after leading them to Yunho's body, the lawyer from your case pleaded not guilty, and blamed your acts on the heavy toll the incidents of helping your best friend, and the death of your lover, had taken on you, and the judge agreed that you should be under house arrest, with a government assigned professional that would assist you, take care of you, and report back to court.

Was that the end? Was that all there was to your life? That seemed to be the case... Sooner or later you'd end up joining Seonghwa however, you knew that much, you just hoped he was somewhere waiting for you.

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ickle-ronniekins · 4 years

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my absolute favorite person, III

A/N: hi everybody! (i’m going to put my longer a/n at the bottom because i've a lot to say!) i want to thank you all so much for all of the incredibly kind feedback on MAFP, parts one and two. the banter in italics at the end are a flashback to the scene of them at the lake during their sixth year, which you can find in part one. if i may make a suggestion: whilst reading this, listen to “we keep in touch, okay?” from the love, rosie soundtrack to evoke ALL of the emotions. if you’re new here and need the other parts, you can read part one here and part two here, loves x

pairing: george x reader

word count: 2k something

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You were worried that returning to the place where you’d fallen in love all those long years ago would be a painful reminder of everything you’d lost. You were surprised that instead, it brought to you an inordinate feeling of comfort, and of home.

The golden leaves on the trees were reflecting beautifully off of the very still water in the Black Lake. You heard an excited yelp come from the forest -- surely due to Hagrid’s first Care of Magical Creatures lesson of the year. You were certain. You grinned to yourself.

You shoved your hands into your pockets, half expecting to feel the very worn parchment you knew all too well inside. Except, it wasn’t there. You’d lost it somewhere a few months ago. You’d panicked when you’d first noticed, because how could you have misplaced something that was seemingly attached at your hip? It was just another thing you’d lost, another reminder of what you couldn’t have back. Not that it mattered, not really. You’d memorized every word of it. You could recite it in your sleep. Everyone at his engagement party had heard everything on it, anyway. Well, everything except for what was written on the other side.

You’d fallen into a very deep type of misery following his wedding. Following your divorce. You’d ignored George’s constant letters asking you to grab lunch or dinner, to come stop by the shop. You’d pretend to not be at your flat whenever he’d stopped by and knocked on your door; you’d hide behind your curtains or underneath the covers of your bed. You’d begun to pick fights with Fred for no reason at all, except to evoke some emotion other than despondency. You’d wanted to feel anything other than discouragement. You’d yelled at him one day in your flat, If you knew how I felt all those years ago, why didn’t you tell me you knew? Why didn’t you do anything about it? Why didn’t you bloody tell him? And he’d yelled right back, I tried! I tried telling him, Y/N, and I tried telling you, but it was pretty bloody difficult to break the promise you’d forced me to make when we were young, to never reveal the very best of you to anyone. Did you really expect me to betray you like that, even when it came to my own brother?

The arguments were pointless, you’d found, because Fred wasn’t to blame. Neither was George. They weren’t mind-readers, no matter how much you wished they could be. The only person to blame was yourself, and yourself alone. You’d made this awful mess; now you had to live in it.

And yet, even through your brokenness, somehow, you still found yourself going back to to your story at the party -- when you’d said all you could say, you swore there had been a type of glimmer in his eye you’d never seen before. But were you being daft? Was it your eyes and mind playing tricks on you? He was in love with her, not with you. You were just seeing what you’d wanted to see.

There was one particularly horrid day, when you’d hadn’t moved from your bed and it was nearing four p.m.; you weren’t exactly sure what number sleeve of jaffa cakes you were on but you’d certainly eaten enough of them. Your hair was greasily plastered to the side of your face, and you desperately needed to change your socks. Actually, you’d desperately needed to change your entire life.

And so you’d taken up your prior Deputy Headmistresses’ offer, packed your bags, and moved to Scotland. Which is how you ended up here, now, on the Hogwarts grounds near the lake, having just finished your first ever Charms lesson with a rather exuberant class of second years.

The sound of students calling you ‘Professor’ hadn’t really given you the same warm feeling that one of George’s sparkling grins had always given you. But it would do. It would more than do. It was a new beginning, wasn’t it? One you’d never asked for, but didn’t know how much you needed.

And then a crunch of a leaf came, pulling you from your thoughts, and you whirled around, expecting to find a young, measly student skipping out on their lesson, or a fellow Professor coming in to check on you and how your first day had been. Except it was neither of those things. It was him.

His red hair was shorter than it was from the last time you’d seen him; it looked like he’d just gotten it freshly cut. He was clean-shaven with perfect posture. He was dressed in a pair of dark-wash jeans and a grey sweater, one that had most definitely been sewn with love and care by Molly -- it nothing compared to his dragonskin suits. There were slight bags underneath his eyes, and yet, he was still the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen.

Years ago, if this had happened, you’d have run into his arms, and he would’ve lifted you completely off of the ground and spun you in circles until you both fell to the ground, dizzy, and laughing. But now, you didn’t even know exactly what to say to him.

He started.

“Hi,”

You had to clear your throat a few times before any words were able to come from your mouth. “Hi,” you echoed him.

He placed his hands inside his pockets and glanced around the grounds, and you noticed a small grin lift his cheeks a bit. “Bloody hell -- Charms professor, eh? Who’d have thought?”

“Who’d have thought,” you echoed him again, carefully choosing every word to escape your lips. There was a considerable amount of distance between you both, and it felt strangely uneasy.

He met your gaze and furrowed his brow, as if to keep himself from crying. His lips were a thin, firm line. “Been a while, hasn’t it? I’ve missed you.”

The truth was, you didn’t know exactly how long it had been. Days had melted into weeks, weeks into months...you’re not entirely sure when the last time you’d spoken to him was. Not for lack of trying on his part, though. You knew this was all your own doing. You felt a sharp twang in your heart at the thought. “I -- I know. I’m sorry. Been really busy, as you can see --”

God, you were so daft. That sounded so bloody pretentious in your own ears, and you shook your head in hopes of erasing your words as they hung in the air between you both. No such luck. He walked toward you now, and stopped a few inches from you. You were certain that your feet were frozen solid into the soil and the leaves of the Earth. You were about to apologize again, when he beat you to it.

“Found something of yours,” he started, and you furrowed your brow in confusion. “Well, actually, Fred did. Somewhere in his flat. But he gave it to me.” George looked down and pulled from his pocket that piece of parchment you knew all too well, and you were certain your heart had skipped a beat. Maybe two. It looked strangely at home in his hands, as your eyes scanned the words that were engraved in your mind.

He fiddled with it delicately in his fingers, and your breath hitched in your throat as he gently turned the parchment over to the other side, to reveal those other words you’d written, but never, ever dare spoke aloud.

You swore you saw his lip wobble as you sucked in a breath. “Is -- is this how you’ve always felt?”

He handed you the parchment, and you traced your pointer finger gingerly across the words you could hardly see. The words you’d wanted so desperately to say that day, and other times, too, but couldn’t. Shouldn’t. But even so, you could still make them out, faded as they were:

I truly love you.

How utterly and painfully embarrassing. Here you were, life still somewhat in shambles, divorced, patching together the broken pieces of your mistakes, confronted by the man you’d been in love with for years about your own feelings you’d bloody written down on a bit of scrap parchment, and all you could bring yourself to do was trace your fingers over the words. You couldn’t even look at him. Ridiculous. But you shut your eyes tight, gritted your teeth, then looked up into his light brown eyes, and nodded.

You seemed to have lost your voice; but it was no matter, because George was fiddling with something else in his pocket. “Can’t believe you’ve kept it all this time,” he said, more-so to himself than to you, and he laughed lightly. He shook his head slowly, and then pulled out another bit of parchment. It was a bit yellowed, and more faded than yours, but he held it out to you. “I’ve kept mine, too.”

Of course. The speech he’d written for your wedding. An involuntary laugh escaped you, for you were immediately brought back to exactly that night, when he’d stood up and told one of the most embarrassing stories of your entire life, drunk on whiskey and friendship and fondness.

You chuckled lightly to yourself and sniffled a bit. “I remember,” you said softly, running your fingers across his handwriting. “How could I possibly forget when my best mate had embarrassed me in front of my entire family?”

A bright smile split your face for the first time in.. you didn’t even know how long, but when you looked up into George’s eyes, he wasn’t sharing that same brightness in his own grin. His was soft, and tired, and tears were glistening, glazing over his eyes. He took a deep breath and stood -- patient -- waiting for you to realize. He glanced down toward the parchment, and back up at you.

Something came over you in that moment; something from the look in his eye told you there was more you needed to know. And so you gingerly turned the delicate piece of parchment over in your hands, half expecting to see the same four words you’d written on your own, and half expecting to see nothing at all. What you didn’t expect, though, were the four words he’d written down:

Will you marry me?

Your heart stopped. You couldn’t feel your toes. Your tears froze in place and you looked quickly from the parchment to him, and back again. The ink was so beyond faded, so it’s not like he’d just scratched it down. Had he really written it down all that time ago? Had that truly been what he’d wanted to say to you before your own wedding? What he’d wanted to ask?

He took your hands in his then, your lip quivering more than you would have liked. His voice was a bit wobbly as he spoke, “It was true then,” he breathed, interlacing his fingers with yours, “and it’s true now. How I feel, I mean. And the question, I -- I wanted to ask you, after we’d finished school, even though we hadn’t ever really..” his voice drifted off, and he was swallowing down his own vulnerability. He took another deep breath before continuing, “And then the war happened and life got in the way and other people came and went and.. time got away from us, I’m afraid.”

And then he gingerly got down on one knee, and your breath caught in your throat at the sight of him kneeling in front of you, with his bright red hair and freckled nose and boyish charm that would never, ever fade. You noticed the tears in his eyes as he traced small circles onto your hands with his thumbs. “I shouldn’t have let you go that first time, and I’ll be damned if I let myself do it again,” you both began to laugh a bit, and you noticed his bare finger, void of his own wedding ring. You couldn’t believe this, you couldn’t possibly believe it. His voice was so beautifully broken and soft, “Marry me, and I promise to always bother you, always embarrass you, and to only ever help you with your work if you truly need it.”

A hearty laugh broke through your tears, and somehow you managed to say yes, and he placed a sparkling ring on your finger. And when, for the first time in all these years, his lips touched yours, it was a perfect piano piece resolving it’s melody, it was the quintessential blend of colours in a rainbow after a rainstorm, it was the incredibly nerve-wracking and freeing feeling of flying on a broomstick for the very first time and absolutely everything in between; there was nothing in this entire world that felt better, or more needed, or more right than the feeling of his lips moving slowly against yours.

You both parted, but you found it incredibly difficult to remove your hands from him. The colours of the leaves reflecting off of the water transported you back immediately to that day during your sixth year, when you’d realized how you felt..

“And to think,” you began to tease, sniffling slightly and pulling gently on the sleeves of his sweater, “all these years later, and somehow I still let myself hang around with the likes of you.”

He threw his head back in a laugh. He wiggled his eyebrows jokingly and said, “It’s because you love me.” He peered into your eyes now, and again around at the gorgeous autumnal grounds of Hogwarts, and shook his head. “I couldn’t live my life without you, no matter how bloody long it took us both,” he placed a piece of hair behind your ear before pressing his forehead gently to yours. He breathed, “I never stopped loving you,” and closed the gap between you both once again.

“Hey, George?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you always go around bothering people and distracting them from the work they’ve got to complete?”

“Almost exclusively.”

“Then promise me something.”

“For my absolute favorite person? Anything.”

“Promise to always bother me, for the rest of our lives. Take me away from my work and my thoughts and tell me stories and jokes like you did that night at the Yule Ball a few months ago, and make me laugh for as long as you’ll have me. Okay? Promise me.”

“Okay, darling. I promise.”

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A/N (cont’d): aayyyyy my peeps! so idk how y’all feel but i like to imagine that after the ending, she and george stay at the lake, reminisce over all of their memories together, laughing and joking about all of these moments how many times the stars just hadn’t aligned for them both.

thanks again for reading, guys! i hope you feel completed and whole by the ending like i do. i didn’t realize just how much i was going to put into this -- i really came up with the idea on a whim and didn’t really expect to make it so emotional or even make it three parts, but hearing your incredibly kind words and responses to each part of this mini series has reminded me of why i ADORE writing for this fandom. I ADORE IT.

anywhoooo, please leave feedback, comments, reblog and share with your friends if you enjoy, and i'll be sure to link all of the pieces together :) thanks so much! x

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nakamoto-aesthetics · 3 years

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Eyes | n.yt

synopsis: you crashed into a boy who had the most compelling eyes. you didn’t know what was happening now but sooner or later you were going to find out the truth.

pairing: nakamoto yuta x femreader

genre: soulmate/fantasy au, smut, a speck of angst

warning: a lil jealousy, possessiveness, heavy mentions of blood, unprotected sex (make sure to use protection) enjoy ;))

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

6 months had passed by in the blink of an eye. and yes it was true you were immortal, both of you were. you tried to kill yourself 1 million times but none of the experiments worked, even he was in on some of the experiments, he tried to kill himself too but he never died. it was insane to you.

you also figure out that your powers were telekinesis and that you could ignite fire out your palms. you had a lot of fun with your powers. you teased yuta quite a bit. you always threw small stuff at him like apples and pens. he teased you back by going invisible most of the time so the things you threw would pass right through him. ultimately you shared many laughs every time you guys got together. you found comfort in him.

in class you would talk to each other through your minds but when you guys started laughing that’s when you got in trouble by the teachers.

the both of you even talked to each other when you weren’t in the same class, sometimes you would talk or laugh aloud on accident and get stares from the students around you. they thought you were crazy but you didn’t mind it.

you hung out with him 24/7 whether it was you going to his house or him going to yours, it didn’t matter. you guys played video games, went out to eat and practiced magic. you guys were practically best friends who did everything together. this was the most fun you had in a very long time. you never wanted it to end.

once you finally processed everything you decided to take it slow and just be friends. you both decided that kisses were allowed because you couldn’t resist each other. there were times when sweet kisses turned into heavy make out sessions, leaving many hickeys and bruises on purpose. but they never went farther then that because you didn’t want there to be more yet.

yuta allowed you to take your time. he was gonna wait for you until you were ready, there was no way he was gonna let you go under any circumstance and meant that. he’s spent way too long without you he was in no way, shape, or form gonna lose you.

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tonight was movie night, yuta invited some of the guys from school and you invited some of the girls. you were having it at your house since you knew some of the things at his house would come across as creepy to your and his friends.

you hear a door bell and walk over to your front door, opening it. it was yuta holding bags full of snacks and beverages.

“hey hey” he says with a smile and looks down at your outfit. “cute” he chuckles.

“hey don’t make fun of my bunnies” you pout and move to the side so he can come in.

“okay im sorry you look absolutely adorable” he walks in, immediately kissing your pout away. you smile softly at that, he still knew how to make your heart flutter.

he carries the bags to the living room, you close the door and follow him. he’s setting up the stuff neatly on a table off to the side. you help him by moving the stuff out the bag and onto the table with your mind.

“show off” you hear him mutter. you laugh out loud as you hear the door bell. you walked away and open the door. ’great’ everybody was now here. you let them in and then return to the living room after locking the front door.

they were all conversing amongst themselves. you could see a lot of relationships developing. you smile as you watch them.

“hey” a voice says. you turn your head and see mark lee. the popular one, he was only popular because literally everyone knew him in your school. he didn’t play sports or anything he was just popular, probably because every girl thought he was extremely hot. you mean he was cute but you didn’t see the hype. yuta was hotter than any guy you’d ever seen but then again you were biased.

“hey” you smile.

“this is a great… sleepover. isn’t that what it’s called?” he laughed.

“yes that would be correct but thanks.” you laughed along with him.

“no problem”

you turned towards him giving your full attention to him. his eyes and smile are pretty you’ll give him that but other than that you couldn’t see where the ’extremely hot’ claim came from.

“uh.. actually I did have a reason for coming over here” he looks at you surprised to see that your already staring back at him. “you look really pretty tonight” he looks you up and down quickly.

“really? I look like a hot mess” you look down at your bunny pajamas.

“no you look beautiful” he tilts your head up with his finger. you stand there agape, you were frozen in place as you and mark were staring into each other’s eyes.

you could feel eyes burning holes into the two of you. you turn your head and are meet eyes with yuta. his jaw is clenched and his eyes are turning red.

“excuse me for a second” you say to mark and run over to yuta. “yuta your eyes” you say and cover his eyes. you look around to see if anyone has noticed and luckily they haven’t.

yuta pulls your hand off his face and throws it back down to your side, and he walks away. what the hell was his problem? you shake your head and just decide to start the movie.

everyone grabs their snacks/drinks and sits on the couch. you were planning to sit next to yuta but he went and sat alone in a chair. you scoff and sit next to mark since that was the only open seat. mark smiled and pulled closer to him wrapping his arm around you. this sucked you didn’t want to be with mark, you wanted yuta but he didn’t want to sit next to you. it almost made you cry but you had to hold in your tears, it would be so embarrassing for you if you cried in front of everyone over a small reason like that.

you tried to focus on the movie but couldn’t because all you could think about was yuta. you tried to think of a way to get his attention, he was in your sight so you couldn’t see him. you could throw something at him because you didn’t want to risk someone seeing it. you sighed and thought about it. that was it you could just think. all you could do was hope that he was listening in on your thoughts.

‘can you tell me what’s wrong?’ no answer.

‘yuta please’ still no answer. either he was ignoring you or he wasn’t listening in. that make any sense yuta is always listening to your thoughts so you tried again.

‘babe’ you knew he was a sucker for pet names.

‘what do you want?’ you smiled to yourself, looking down so you don’t get caught.

‘can you please tell me what’s wrong?’ there was no answer for a second.

‘…let’s talk in your room’ he thought and you felt your heart dropped to your stomach.

“i’ll be right back” you whisper to mark and get up, walking up the stairs and to your room. when you opened the door yuta was already sitting in your desk chair. you close the door and sit on the bed.

“well?..” you ask.

“my problem is you and mark. I don’t like the way he looks at you and the way you look at him.” he look directly in your eyes.

“oh so that’s what it was? the poor baby was jealous?” you stand up and walk over to him plopping yourself on his lap, facing him.

“yes that’s all. our conversation is done here” he says, trying to end the discussion.

“uh uh uh” you lay your hands on his chest. “i’m not done with you. I don’t like mark like that but i’m pretty sure he likes me-” yuta scoffs and rolls his eyes.

“but I don’t want him. I want you” you grab his face and look him in the eyes. “I only want you” you say once more. his eyes soften at you and he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“good because your mine” he lays his head on your chest.

“says who?” you tease him.

“says me and our history” your stomach flutters at that and he pulls you closer. “does that mean-“

“yes. i’m ready to be yours” you say smiling. he smiles widely immediately pulling you in from a kiss m. your lips connect and this kiss is different.. it’s passionate and full of.. love.

he picks you up lays you down on the bed, taking off his shirt. he didn’t wanna waste any time. he’s been waiting for this since he lost you. he pulled down his pants and then striped you down to you underwear, taking a second to look at your body. it was just as beautiful as he remembered.

he leaned up and kissed you passionately, kissing under your jaw and down to your neck. he bit a spot, making it leak blood. it made you moan softly, who knew that could feel good.

he kissed down your chest, taking off your bra and making hickeys on your breasts. he kissed down your stomach all the way to your lower body. he looked up to make sure that you wanted to do this.

you nodded giving him permission and with that he ripped your underwear off and slide off his boxers. ‘he was even more beautiful without clothes’ he laughed and leaned up to you, kissing you again. he lined himself up with you and pushed into your entrance slowly. you gasped, pulling away from his lips.

he pushed all the way in, bottoming out.

“you never told me you were this big” you say lowly.

“you act like we’ve never made love before” he starts to thrust slowly.

“oh so we’re making love, not having sex?” you playfully laughed. he immediately stopped his movements and looked at you with a straight face.

“I don’t ever want to hear that non sense again. I will never just have sex with you. we’re always going to make love” he started to thrust into you again, rocking your body ever so slightly.

“what’s the difference?” you genuinely ask, he scoffs in return but don’t stop his movements.

“when having sex, it’s lustful and all about getting the job done. while making love is a special time. it’s all about connecting with your lover on a deeper level, it’s very intimate. you really begin to let your guard down, meanwhile when your having sex, you don’t let your guard down. you don’t use the time to get to know a person or see it as a special moment. you only want that person for one reason only. do you get it now?” yuta explains to you.

“yes I do” you smile. you were so lucky he was yours. he speeds his pace up a little faster. you bite your lips to keep sound from slipping out of them. you didn’t want the others to know what you were doing. yuta lays his head in your neck and kisses it gently. you took this time to look at his figure.

his waist was body was perfect. you couldn’t help but graze your fingers along his skin. he seemed to like that because he thrusted faster. you let a moan slip and bring him up to your face. you smashed your lips on his, kissing him roughly. you moaned against his lips and started to dig your nails into his back, he was hitting the spot dead on.

“there yuta right there” you mewl in his ear adding fuel to his pace, he going at an animalistic pace now. he grunted in your ear letting you know he was close. your stomach starts to tighten as you feel your high coming. your through your head back and yuta connects your lips, kissing you sloppily so then your moans would be muffled. he pulls your leg up to get a better angle, stroking it gently.

your legs start to shake and you roll your hips onto his, both of your moans and grunts are muffled by the kisses. yuta pounds into you, making you arch your back and cum. your walls start to clench and that’s when he busts in you.

he pulls out and roll onto the side of you pulling you into his chest, heavy breaths are filling the room.

“that felt like…” you start.

“home” he finishes the sentence.

“wait you came inside me what if I get pregnant?”

“then you get pregnant, we’ll raise the baby together but don’t worry about that. you have a very low percentage of getting pregnant.. we’re not humans” he chuckles.

“alright” you sighs and kiss his chest all the way up to his neck. you then bite it and suck his blood slightly and pull away, not healing it. you lick his blood of your lips. “that’s payback”

“oh yeah?” he smirks. “looked like you enjoyed that a little too much princess” he tilts your head up with his finger. “are you gonna be my little blood sucker?” your stomach filled with a million butterflies.

“y/n are you-“ the door opens making you and yuta turn your head. of course it was mark. he only saw you and yuta cuddled up under the sheets. “uh.. sorry” he closes the door and you hear footsteps rush down the stairs.

you and yuta laugh loudly.

“poor boy” you say.

“ehh he’ll be fine” yuta says. “at least now he knows that your mine” he kisses you but you laugh against his lips and slap his chest lightly.

“you’re a trip but I have a question, why does your blood taste like a.. vanilla frosted cupcake” you ask.

“mm because i’m your soulmate, your one and only. you love everything about me just like I love everything about you. your blood taste just like chocolate.” he says. you dab your finger on your neck where the blood was and taste it. you cringe at the taste and shake your head.

“that’s terrible” you say.

“well obviously it’s not gonna taste good to you. only your soulmates blood tastes good silly goose.” he smiles and pecks your cheek multiple times, making you giggle. ”I don’t think mine tastes good but you love it.” he adds on.

“is there a limit to how much I can drink?” you look at him. he shakes his head and laughs.

“nope, we’re immortal remember” he bites his lip. “although i’m gonna have to watch my back your gonna try and drink from me all the time” he teases you by stretching his neck away from you.

“oh no you don’t.” you laughs and straddle his stomach, grabbing his head and lapping the blood up.

“at least let me have some too” he says and turns his head biting into you skin and sucking your blood. you breathe against his skin.

“why does it feel so good. shouldn’t it hurt.” you breathily moan out.

“nope because anything I do will feel good to you and vise versa. even if I’m really aggressive, you’d love it” he says lowly in your ear. you feel yourself start to get turned on again, you knew he knew because his hands went straight to your hip and inner thigh rubbing both of them at the same time.

“I think i’m ready for round two and this time I want it rough” you whisper and kiss under his earlobe. “doesn’t that qualify as having sex?” you add on.

“nope you can still make love and be rough.. well at least in my book” you chuckle at that.

“are you gonna back it up and ride me kitten or what?” that sentence made your stomach flip and you immediately lined him up with your entrance and sunk down onto him. feeling all of his inches once again.

“fuck” you whisper, you start to slam down on his hips, you pressed your hands to his stomach to keep yourself stable. it was unlike anything you felt before.

you went faster as he guided your hips on his. you laid on his chest, creating a new bite and sucking the skin roughly. he grunts beneath you and thrusts up into you, gripping the sides of your hips roughly, those we’re definitely gonna create bruises later.

you scratched at his sides and then held onto his shoulders using them as leverage so then you could push your hips down onto him. you could really get used to this. it was way better than human sex, all your senses were heightened which meant that sex felt way better than anything. on top of that the fact that he’s your soulmate makes it even better.

you pushed your hips onto his faster you could feel yourself nearing your orgasm. you sat up and grabbed his hands of your waist and wrapping them around your throat tightly. you throw your head back as he squeezes tighter. your thrusts to to get sloppy as your stomach tightens. you cover your mouth, trying to muffle your moans. you finally cum all over him and he does the same. lowly grunting as he shoots his load into you. he lets go of his hold on your neck and instead wraps his hands around your waist.

you lay on his chest and heavily breathe out.

“you do know we have to return to the sleepover right?” yuta says softly pushing the hair out of your face.

“mhm” you kiss his chest gently. “you have to heal me though” you add on.

“mmm nope. they’re staying” he said simply and pulls out of you, putting you onto bed and standing up. you pout at the empty feeling down there, you liked feeling full.

“i’ll cockwarm you later princess now let’s go” he says smiling. you sigh and get up putting on your clothes and grabbing a new pair of panties since the other ones were ripped.

“you owe me a new pair of panties”

“i’ll get you all the pairs of panties you want” he says and walks over to you after you and him are fully dressed. he hugs you from behind as you fix your hair. his head going to the crook of your neck.

“I already miss your naked body against mine and especially the way you take me in like it’s nothing” he groans. you start to feel him rise against your butt.

“yuta are you kidding me, were the 2 rounds not enough for you?”

“no amount of rounds are ever gonna be enough for me when i’m with you” he nips at your neck.

“alright alright let’s get out of here before something happens” you say after you fix your hair.

“you use your invisibility and i’ll walk down the stairs. okay?” you open the door.

“wait” he says and grabs your face kissing you passionately as if there was no tomorrow and then he pulls away. you smile and turn on your heel, walking out the door but not before his slaps your ass.

“yuta-“ you turn but he’s already gone. you shake your head and close the door to your room, going down the stairs. they were all still watching the movie, some of them cuddled up with the guys. you looked at the back of marks head. ‘well this was gonna be awkward’ you sat down next to mark.

“hey” you whispered.

“hey” he said in a monotone voice, without glancing at you once.

“i’m sorry that you had to see that and about-“

“it’s fine” he looks at you with a small smile.

“okay” you softly smile at him and he looks back at the tv. you also look back at the tv.

yuta walks back in the room and sits down in the chair. you furrow your eyebrows, he left before you so why is he returning so late.

‘why did you come back so late?’ you thought.

‘I had to take care of the boner you gave me’ you had to stop yourself from laughing aloud.

‘omg’ you mentally facepalm.

‘your in for it once they fall asleep’ he thinks.

‘can’t wait for it now pay attention to the movie’

‘fine’ the conversation ends there.

you could yourself being so in love with him in the future. he was so lovable and easy to get addicted to, with his smart remarks, jealous tendencies, and most of all those damned eyes. you loved it all, he was your adorable baby whom you had to protect and take care of.

that’s what you wanted to ask.

‘yuta’

‘yes kitten’ he answered immediately.

‘when I first met you and even now why are your eyes so dark and captivating?’

‘when you look at your soulmate, your eyes will do that, it’s because you have a special bond with that person. you don’t even realize it but your eyes do the same thing when you look at me’

‘ohhh that makes sense okay’ he doesn’t respond back for a few moments so you assume the conversation was over but that wasn’t the case.

‘cant I just hypnotize them and make them fall asleep?’

‘no.. yes’ you change your mind. you know it’s a terrible thing to do but there was no telling when they would fall asleep.

yuta immediately got up and worked his magic, literally, his closed his eyes and they shifted to green.

“you will all fall into a deep sleep when you hear the word sleep” yuta said. they all furrowed their eyebrows. “sleep” yuta said and immediately they all fell asleep like dominos.

“what if you accidentally put me to sleep too?” you gently push marks head off your shoulder and lay it on another person, before standing up.

“hypnosis doesn’t work on you. it never did” he says simply and grabs your hand leading you up the staircase.

this was gonna be a very long night.

i’m finally done!! i really really hope you guys enjoyed it. i worked very hard on it. much love💞

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the-enby-doughnut · 3 years

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Of Secrets And Soulmates

Chapter 4 Part 2: we get to see Vee and Patt now!!

TW: Panic Attacks, Crying, Concern For Romans well being, all in all just angst with a tiny amount of comfort these - ___- indicate writing in this chapter

Logans POV: As soon as Roman conked out Logan sat down heavily in the chair next to him. “This is all my fault Em, My fault. can I- oh fuck Im going to regret this- can I have a pen?”

“It's not your fault Lo; you don’t control Ari sweetie,” Emile said, handing him a sharpie and kissing his forehead.

“I’m going to go find Remy; we’ll need to distract your parents for a bit.”

“Yeah, yeah o-ok,” Logan responded shakily. The first letters he tried to write (I’m) came out smudged and shaky and quite unreadable, he still got a response though. -Hi 4, call us? Your hands seem too shaky to write anything…- was scrawled messily in purple before light blue wrote back - ***-***-****, ***-***-**** <3- He grabbed his phone and stepped into the hall, then dialed while sinking back against the wall. After 1 ring he saw a guy with bright purple bangs show up on screen, and after 2 a cute guy with blonde curly hair and glasses appeared.

“I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry, I didn’t-” he choked out before Purple interrupted.

“Name 5 things you see.”

“Door, y-you, the- the wall, my hands, a-and um Blue?”

“Good, 4 things that you can touch, they don’t necessarily need to be touching you.”

“Wa-wall, clothes, door, phone?”

“Now 3 things you can hear.”

“You, my heartbeat, Ro-Roman snoring.”

“Ok 2 things you can smell?”

“Lavender and must….”

“Great one thing you can taste?”

“Citrus I think?”

“Feel better?” Blue asked softly.

“Yeah, how did you guys know that?”

“I have an anxiety disorder, I know these things,” Purple replied.

“Oh… I’m still- I’m still sorry.”

“What for kiddo?”

“I- Roman got- roman got really really fucking hurt and its all- its all my fault…” Blue stared at him.

“Did you decide to hurt him?”

“NO, hell no I- someone I’m acquainted with used him- used him to get to- to get to me and-”

“It’s not your fault 4”

“Yes it is- Roman could’ve died and it would have been my fault.” Purple stared.

“Roman Could’ve DIED!?!?”

“Yes…. I- I can’t explain over the phone,” Logan sighed.

“Could I- could I pick you up? I- I just really think that you deserve to know- to know everything and I can’t explain on here and-”

“4 hun your spiraling”

“Oh, huh, but um I would really like to pick you up, with your consent of course?”

“How?” Purple asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I have… connections.”

“Fine.”

“Ok!”

He watched two addresses and states get sprawled across his arm and hung up the call.

He went to Blue’s first, and he carefully knocked on the door. He heard shuffling and the door was opened. “Hi…” Logan said softly, his entire body shaking and on the verge of collapse.

“Hey, Look at me ok?” Logan looked towards Blue, who was way shorter than him. “D’you want a hug Lo?”

Logan recoiled, “I never told you my name, Blue.”

“Oops? Lo, Roman figured out you were our last soulmate the day you met…. He saw the patch covering the heart I drew and you hesitated so he just figured it out. Oh and my name’s Patton!”

“Why- why didn’t he tell me?”

“He didn’t want you to leave; you have to have had your reasons not to talk to us, and he wanted to respect that.”

“Oh….”

“Honey come here, I think you need a hug.”

Logan all but collapsed into Patton's arms. Patton held Logan murmuring reassurances, and once Logan could stand properly again he insisted they go get Purple.

The Faery Circle confused Patton, but they kept on walking to Purple’s house. Purple opened the door before they knocked and said, “You’re not human are you Logan?” Logan looked down and shook his head no.

“What are you then?” Patton questioned.

“I’m a fae… i’m sorry…”

“Can you stop apologizing for existing Logan?” Purple mused.

“I’m not- I can’t not apologize, I have to be good, I can’t do bad.”

“Why?” Patton asked.

“I just- agh I have to be perfect,” Logan groaned.

“Lo you’re a person, it's pretty much impossible to be perfect. We’ll sure as hell like you anyways, Roman definitely does,” Purple said

“You don’t understand.”

“Then explain.”

Logan just shook his head and sighed, grabbing Patton and Purple's hands.“I’m not supposed to even be talking to you. Understand that as much as I want to tell you, I can’t. I’m doing this for Roman because I don’t deserve your trust or help but he does, so let’s go.”

“Logan, that’s insane. You deserve our trust, and I’m not going to say I understand why you think that you don’t or why you didn’t talk to us, but we care,” Patton said, squeezing his hand.

“I have to agree with Pat here Lo. You deserve our trust because you’re not a bad person. Clearly, you care. We’re going to be here, even if you- if you leave again, we’ll still be here for you,” Purple said, tilting Logan’s face to look at him.

“Virgil’s right; we won’t abandon you, and we’re not going anywhere – well, except wherever you’re taking us,” Patton said, laughing. Logan quickly filed away that Purple's name was Virgil. They walked faster with Virgil there, which Logan was quite grateful for. As soon as they got through the faery circle Virgil started questioning things.

“You live in a castle Logan?! Also, I don’t care if you drop that illusion of humanity.”

“Yes, I live in a castle, and I kept the illusion up for your comfort, so as long as Patton has no qualms with me dropping the illusion, I’ll happily do so,” Logan stated simply.

“I’m fine with that Lo-Lo!” Logan let the illusion shimmer away from him, and he heard two identical gasps.

Virgil’s POV: When his hidden soulmate contacted, Virgil was immediately concerned, and then he said Roman was hurt. Like really badly hurt – bad enough that he wanted to pick them up. This soulmate also seemed to have a shit ton of confidence and trust issues. Virgil agreed to Logan coming of course, but he was still apprehensive about giving his address.

When Logan got there with Patton, the first thing he noticed was how hard Logan was shaking. He also noticed that Lo should not have gotten there so fast.

What he managed to figure out was that Logan was not human, he was a fae, and he thought he had to be perfect. Virgil disagreed, perfection was a societal concept rich people made so they could look down on everybody, especially different races and religions. Logan thought that he and Pat hated him which was drastically wrong; they had missed him for years but never hated him.

He managed to get them moving, and when they shimmered into existence in Logan’s world they were greeted with a castle – a fucking castle. When Logan dropped the stupid illusion though, he was surprised.

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localkatshelter · 3 years

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Okame’s Underbelly: Reunification |4th|

(ShinsoxOC)

Katsumi’s POV (localvillageidiot#0870) and Shinso’s POV (hecker#8339)

Warning: Contains mentions of a breakup, minor alcohol consumption, mild anxiety, swearing, and a wild Denki and Mina

Preview (Shinso’s POV):

| “Dude...what the fuck! Why did you wait until now to tell me this?! I thought you loved me! “ Denki whined with an exaggerated pout on his lips.

I cocked my head to the side “When did I say that?” I questioned with feigned confusion.

“First of all, fuck you. Second of all, I know you love me so shut up. Third, wait we’re on three right? Right. Third, we're besties til death do us part so there’s some invisible contract that states that I get expedited dibs on all your dark, dirty secrets.” He concluded smugly, as if he made a point.

“Oops, I breached the contract." I stated apathetically. "but I told you now, so no need to cry about it.” I went to mock wiping a tear from his face and he immediately attempted to bite my hand. I reflexively shoved him away.

“Why are you like this?” I choked out between laughter.

Denki shrugged. “My body literally microwaves my brain so...maybe that’s why.” |

Beautiful Artwork By: Sinfulhime

1st Chapter - Anticipation

(Katsumi’s POV)

I groaned as I fidgeted with the ugly student mover tee shirt that the volunteer coordinator had handed me to wear for move in day. I can’t believe that I got bullied into volunteering to help students move into the dorms today. Stupid RA asking me for help, stupid RD guilt tripping me into it, stupid students bringing way too much shit. I hate it here.

I was standing by the entrance hoping no one would ask for my help when I saw a small car pull up in front of my dorm building. A boy with wild purple hair got out and was greeted by a blonde, who practically tackled him with a hug. That's adorable. I love when boys aren’t afraid to be affectionate with each other. I watched the two of them talk for a bit before beginning to unload the car. The kid with purple hair felt oddly familiar to me for some reason. I moved out of my hiding spot and away from the entrance a bit to get a better look at him. I started to squint to try and put him into focus when he turned around and noticed my staring. He gave me a dirty look and something clicked in my brain. Oh shit, it’s fucking Edgelord! He turned back around and started unloading his car. I started to walk over, though I didn’t really know why. I guess I just wanted to say hi, maybe check in with him to see how he was doing. I mean, he did bawl his eyes out in front of me and sleep on my couch after all. As I got closer, a question popped into my brain. Wait... what was this kid’s name again? I know he told me.... Sato? Shido? Shit... I can’t really remember. I drank that bottle of soju pretty fast so I was a bit buzzed... Before I could wrack my brain any further, I was right behind him. Well, let's hope he’s still got a good sense of humor.

“Hey Edgelord.”

“Um, hey?” he said, looking confused, but not mad. Well that’s a relief.

“Funny running into you here. How’ve you been?”

I could feel his confusion rise. Maybe he doesn’t recognize me?

“Uh, I’ve been good.”

Well, I’m already here, so lets roll with it.

“Well that’s good to hear. You’ve been feeling okay?”

I smiled at him to try and put him at ease, but it seemed to have the opposite effect. He looked at the ground and shifted awkwardly at my question. When he looked back at me I could feel the anxiety swirl around in his head. When I felt a slight realization from him, I tilted my head to the side as if to ask if he had recognized me yet.

“Y-yeah, I’ve been feeling fine.” he stuttered.

Guess not. I giggled. I didn't really care whether he recognized me or not, but it was good to know he was doing alright.

“Oh good. So, do you need any help moving in? I got bullied into volunteering anyway, so I might as well be of some use.” I showed him the heinous shirt I was wearing and rolled my eyes. He looked at it and laughed.

“Nice, but I think w-”

His friend came up beside him and poked him in the side, apparently really hard considering his clenched jaw, and cut him off.

“What my colleague means to say is that he’s super weak and could really use your help moving in.” the blonde said to me with a sweet grin.

I laughed again and nodded towards the car next to us.

“You got it. Is this everything?”

I leaned down and picked up a box, leaning it against my hip. Edgelord nodded and I followed them upstairs to their dorm. I talked with the blonde as we made a couple of trips between the car and the dorm since Edgelord was being quiet and, well, edgy. His friend was an absolute riot though. I already loved him.

“Who knew Edgelord would have such cool friends? I honestly thought he was a figment of my imagination until I saw him again today. I mean, who even likes grapefruit soju?” We cracked up at the slight jabs I threw.

“Yeah, I think me and Denki got the rest.” Edgelord said, cutting us off abruptly.

I tuned back into his emotions. He was feeling really uncomfortable, as if something I said had shut him down. I was honestly a bit annoyed by his rudeness at first, but I decided to let it go. He clearly didn't want me there anymore.

“Oh, okay cool. I’ll be on my way then.” I said, trying to keep my tone cheerful. I turned to the blonde.

“It was really cool meeting you though! I’m glad we got to talk for a bit. Hopefully I’ll see you around.” I shot him a big smile and headed towards the door.

“Hold on there, stranger! What’s your name?” he called out to me.

“Oh right! It’s Katsumi, but you can call me Kat, everybody does.”

“Hi, Kat! I’m Denki, but you can call me anytime.” He shot me some finger guns, which I found corny, yet endearing.

“Okay, you got it.” I chuckled.

I made my way past Edgelord and left, turning the corner and heading back to the main entrance to help the stragglers finish moving in. I wonder what set him off like that... Weird.

Once the student mover volunteers were released from duty, I immediately called Mina to hang out. She was always the best person to unwind with, especially when I was in the mood to drink a bit after a long day. I dialed her number.

“What it do babyyyyy?”

“My place, ten minutes, B.Y.O.B, I have a couple of beers left.”

“Down, be there soon.”

I hung up and pulled out some snacks for us. Mina arrived a little while later with two packs of our favorite beer and a big smile on her face. We just lounged around and talked some shit about people in our lives that the other one didn’t know as we drank. I loved Mina because she was so easy to be around. We didn’t have to do anything but enjoy each other’s company to have a good time.

“Hey Mina.”

“Hmm?” She turned to me, away from the television that I had put on for background noise.

“Do you remember that guy that I told you about? The one from the summer with the fucked up purple hair that cried to me at a bus stop?”

“I mean, I remember you mentioning it, but I know a lot of people with fucked up purple hair that cry a lot so...”

“Well, I saw him again today. He actually goes to the same university as me.” “No fucking way.” She sat up a bit, seeming more interested.

“Yeah, but he was acting super weird when I was talking to him. It was like he didn’t want to be around me or something... but his roommate was super cool. His name was Denki, I think.”

“Wait what did you just say? Did you just say Denki?”

“Um, yeah. I’m pretty sure that was his name.”

“Blonde, with a black bolt? Corny as hell?”

“Yep, that's the one.”

“Shut the fuck up. This whole time you were talking about Shinso? Like...SHINSO Shinso?”

“Oh my god you're right, that was his name... Wait, how did you know that?”

“We all went to high school together.” she said, leaning back into her lounging position, pulling out her phone.

“That’s crazy, what a small world. Anyway, I’m going to go to the bathroom real quick, do you want me to grab you another drink on my way back?”

“Yes please!” she sang.

What I didn’t know was that while I was in the bathroom, Mina was up to no good.

Mina’s Phone

⚡️ Discount Zeus⚡️

Today

Biiitchhhhhh

Speak, wench

You’re living with Shinso this semester right?

Yyyup

And some girl came over today?

A little brunette?

...yes...spill… 👀

SHE’S MY BEST FRIEND

Biiitch…

You’re fucking w me rn???

IM LITERALLY AT HER PLACE RIGHT NOW

NO FUCKING wAY ahkswsuwdl

You know her and my son, shinso had

a lil moment over the summer right??

Yes omfg she told me about it

Dude, fucking EDGELORD??

💀💀💀

STOOOOP

I was hOWLINGGG

⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️

LMAOOO

Ok but on some real shit....

Im tryna stir the pot.... You in?

Are you seriously asking me that??

You know I’m always down to rustle

some jimmies 🤠

but like...what we doing?

Don’t tell Shinso anything, just bring him to

Kiri’s party this weekend.

omg that sounds like a scrumptious idea!!

Speaking of scrumptious,

lets get food before. Imy bb

yessssss

& let’s bring our children with us

Marley’s? you know that’s our spot 🤤

YEEESSS MARLEYSSSS im so down

I miss Marley’s I haven’t been all summer

then it’s a must

can’t wait 😈

(Shinso’s POV)

“Dude...what the fuck! Why did you wait until now to tell me this?! I thought you loved me! “ Denki whined with an exaggerated pout on his lips.

I cocked my head to the side “When did I say that?” I questioned with feigned confusion.

“Why are you like this?” I choked out between laughter.

Denki shrugged. “My body literally microwaves my brain so...maybe that’s why.”

I shook my head at him and hopped off the bed to continue unpacking. After a couple minutes, I realized that Denki was too quiet. That was a rarity for him. At this point, he would usually be asking me personal and/or wildly inappropriate questions to catch up on the summer where I went from seeing him almost every day to about once a week. This was a huge difference according to his standards. Yeah, he's kinda clingy like that, but I didn't mind, to be honest. There were a couple weeks in between where I didn't see him, because I was at the start of processing the breakup, using the word process lightly. I looked back at him to see him grinning devilishly at his phone. I assumed he was talking to a potential “date’’ and went back to what I was doing.

About an hour later, I was pretty much done. The only thing that stood out on my side was one large Rorschach inkblot poster above my bed. I had always interpreted it as two kitties playing with a ball of yarn, but I left it up to the viewers interpretation. That and no one needed to know why I liked the poster so much.

“Ayo, Shinso.” Denki called out to me.

I gave him my attention and the look on his face made me a little uneasy.

“Want to go to Kiri’s party this weekend?”

I knew Denki was aware that I wasn’t a big fan of parties, but he seemed eager so it was hard to say no. Since it’s the beginning of the semester, I’ll play nice for now. This wasn’t the first excursion that he had dragged me out on and I was sure it wouldn’t be the last.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Wait, really? That easy?” he questioned in disbelief.

“What do you mean?” I asked, mild annoyance creeping into my voice.

“You usually don’t say yes the first time around. I always have to whip out my boyish charm to convince you.”

I rolled my eyes at Denki, laughing under my breath.

“Also, before the party, we’re gonna eat at Marley’s with Mina and her friend. Y’know, our beloved grease-bucket.”

I raised my eyebrows in mock excitement. I always had to mentally prepare for when Denki and Mina were in the same room. It was easy to get overstimulated with their relentless energy, especially because they build off each other. It was similar to being in a wind tunnel, I would say. That’s not to say that I don’t enjoy their combined company. Just…in moderation.

It was finally Friday, and the first week of classes were done thankfully. I was tired of going over syllabi. Denki and I pulled up to Marley’s and she was looking janky as ever. I can’t lie, the food was disgustingly good. It sounds like an oxymoron but I assure you, it’s not. Your tongue and brain were in ecstasy but you could just feel the sludge forming around your heart and slowing it down. I tried not to frequent this place due to that reason. My mouth was already watering as I stepped out of the car. I immediately caught a glimpse of Mina’s pink mop behind the window. The mess we call hair is something we could relate to each other on. She was prematurely flipping us off as we walked by her towards the entrance. Since Denki is an actual child, he immediately ran towards Mina, swiftly sliding into the booth. They embraced each other dramatically with a series of squeals. They pulled apart for a mutual cheek kiss, when a small flash of light connected them.

“Ah! You bitch!” Mina exclaimed as Denki leaned against the table, chest convulsing with laughter.

Mina began giggling reluctantly, before hovering a small bead of acid above her finger, eyeing Denki threateningly.

“No no no, please! I’m sorry!” he sputtered.

Mina raised her brow smugly at his pleading and evaporated the droplet.

“Hey Shithead, I mean, Shinso.” Mina greeted casually.

“Hey, Meanie.” I addressed her with my usual nickname for her, before sitting down.

We all looked over the menu, cracking jokes at eachother like usual.

“Mina, when is your friend going to be here?” Denki asked.

Oh yeah, I forgot there was supposed to be another person coming.

“Uuuuuuuh, right now.”

I followed Mina’s gaze to the entrance of the Diner. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. I saw the same little brunette from earlier in the week. My head snapped back to Denki and Mina’s faces. They were deviously chittering to each other and tried their best not to look at me or else they’d lose all composure. I did not look back again and just fixed my eyes on the menu. I heard her footsteps approaching and realized the only seat available was next to me.

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lnarizakis · 4 years

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a two-player game (2 lives left!) | k. kenma

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2 lives left! | a two-player game: kozume kenma x f! reader

STATISTICS

PLAYER ONE: KOZUME KENMA.

SHOCK: — — — — — 5/5

OBLIVIOUSNESS: — — — 3/5

ADVICE-GIVING: — — — — 4/5

FRIENDLINESS: — — — 3/5

IN LOVE: — — — — — 5/5

PLAYER TWO: (L/N) (Y/N).

SHOCK: — 1/5

OBLIVIOUSNESS: — — — — 4/5

ADVICE-GIVING: — — — 3/5

FRIENDLINESS: — — — — — 5/5

IN LOVE: — — — — — 5/5

(U/N): hello? u still there?

(U/N): hellooooo

(U/N): afk much? haha

(U/N): u didnt finish what u were sYing\

Kenma stared at his screen, wondering what he should say. His mind wandered, thinking about the fact that (Y/N) was somewhere out there, in the comforts of her own home, sitting and playing the same game he was playing. He thought about how she was probably sitting cross-legged, or slouched, or her back completely straight as she probably wore headphones over her ears, or earbuds tucked in the confines of her ears, or blasted the game soundtrack through the speakers of her computer. Kenma sighed, as he slouched back in his chair. A blush crept over his face. He was talking to his crush over a video game. It was practically like texting her. Kenma began to type once more.

applepi: yea im still here

applepi: so abt my crush

No, no, no! What was he doing? He couldn’t possibly tell his crush about his crush! Why? Why would he do that?! He immediately typed in a “never mind.” Despite some protests from the other person, the two pretended to forget that ever happened.

—

All throughout the weekend, Kenma sulked and sulked. There was no particular reason, but he just felt so uncomfortable knowing that he told his crush that he had a crush on someone. There was also the factor that (Y/N) didn’t seem quite interested in what he had to say about his predicament, unlike past times where he could talk about anything he wanted and she would gladly contribute all she had to offer to help the poor boy out.

And so the terrible weekend had ended. It was a nice break for Kenma, being away from everything and everyone; he immersed himself in the virtual world as he let go of all of his worries. But now he had to face reality once more - he had to face (Y/N), the terrible final boss. He had so many more enemies he had to defeat (his teammates, according to Kenma), but the powerful weapon of ignoring them always beat them in the end.

He wanted to stay in his bad mood for the entire school day. It was his plan, and it was a really good plan, but (Y/N) just had to ruin it.

Kenma sat at his desk in his classroom that morning they returned from the weekend. He stared at the nothingness that lay before him on his desk until he heard the sweet sound of (Y/N)’s voice when she came through the door to the classroom. He heard her laugh as she greeted those around her a good morning. He relished in the music as she walked towards her desk.

“Good morning, Kenma-kun!” (Y/N) chirped, as she sat down. Kenma jumped at the sudden words, and he felt warmth everywhere, especially in his cheeks. He smiled at the sound of her greeting, and said one back. God, no one could make him feel the way she makes him feel when he’s around her. He took a deep breath, knowing that his unrequited love consumed his whole heart. Ah, if he were only as smooth as Kuroo was and knew his way with words.

10 DAMAGE TAKEN!

Kenma frowned; from a mile away, one could tell he was clearly in a bad mood. He hung his head down low, as he was reminded of (Y/N)’s date last weekend.

“Kenma-kun, are you okay? Is there something wrong?” (Y/N) asked, her voice laced with concern. Her eyes studied his face, discontentment written all over it. She wondered what she should do; if only she could consult applepi in this situation. The setter faced (Y/N) and he smiled.

“Ah, it’s nothing, (Y/N)-san, please don’t worry,” he murmured, hoping that she would get the feeling that he would like to be left alone.

10 DAMAGE TAKEN!

And so for the rest of the time they sat next to each other during class, (Y/N) thought about everything that applepi had advised her to do with every problem that she had:

(U/N): help!!! i cant decide between buying a sword or a dagger from this shopkeeper

applepi: hm get a sword bc u will get more gold out of the enemy

—

(U/N): theres this one friend i have & i feel like she rlly hates me??/?

applepi: are you only focusing on the small details?

applepi: look at the big picture & notice her behavior around u,

applepi: is it different from when shes around other ppl?

—

(U/N): do u think its weird that talking to u feels like an escape from reality?

applepi: no i feel the same.

applepi: i think that talking to someone u barely know is a good way to let loose bc they dont know who u r

—

(U/N): how do you get rid of the feeling of missing someone?

applepi: i talk to them thru text as if they were sitting right next to me

applepi: like how im talking to u right now

...

(Y/N) looked down at her notes to see that she had written nothing compared to all the complicated words written on the blackboard. She had been staring at the blackboard daydreaming about how she had fallen in love with her internet best friend. (Y/N) thought it was silly, really; it was stupid how she had fallen in love over text on a screen. But those words, all of those words that some guy out there named “applepi” had accompanied her throughout her best and her worst times. She could stay up all night to see them up as well, fighting away enemies to clear the level. From in-game items to wise words of advice, (Y/N) owed so much to this person.

And Kenma had no idea that his crush liked him back.

+1 OBLIVIOUSNESS!

—

(Y/N) was a very friendly person; everybody in the volleyball club could see that. It seemed to Kenma, of course, that (Y/N) was the friendliest with Kuroo Tetsuro, the captain. All throughout practice they would constantly make jokes with each other, teasing and pushing each other around. It hurt Kenma; it really did. But (Y/N) did not know that.

In fact, after that dreaded date over the weekend, (Y/N) and Kuroo promised to each other that they would not go out on a second date. They realized that they were better off as friends, for Kuroo could sense in (Y/N)’s eyes and her words that she had the ability to break Kenma out of his shell, even further than Hinata had done. She also told off Kuroo, telling him that she couldn’t date someone who had such weird bed-head hair, much to his disdain. He couldn’t get rid of it! And besides… she already had someone in her heart.

But the point of the matter is: Kenma was taking this completely the wrong way. He watched with jealous eyes as Kuroo and (Y/N) shared playful banter. Her beautiful laugh rang in Kenma’s ears for all the wrong reasons.

10 DAMAGE TAKEN!

As they practiced serving, Kuroo used this as an opportunity to try out his jump serves. He was consistent, but the one time he hit it into the net, (Y/N), who was watching for stray balls, called out to him, teased him to no end. The other teammates laughed on, especially Haiba Lev, whose serves were just as bad. Kenma mentally cursed at Kuroo, for stealing away (Y/N). He could never possibly curse at him for real; everyone would be in shock at his sudden outburst and ask him what was wrong. (Y/N) would ask him what was wrong. And if that happened… he would freeze up and definitely lose another life.

10 DAMAGE TAKEN!

When they began practicing receiving, Taketora called out to Yaku to try out Karasuno’s libero’s “Rolling Thunder,” or whatever it was called, to which Kuroo made a sarcastic remark that Yaku could never pull off something as flashy as that. (Y/N) laughed, despite not knowing what the “Rolling Thunder” move was. Once again, Kenma mentally told off Kuroo to stop saying funny things that (Y/N) could laugh at. His jokes were the ones that made (Y/N) laugh; he knows this because she laughed at all the jokes he made over their chat in their video game.

10 DAMAGE TAKEN!

During their water break, Kuroo and (Y/N) played a little chasing game as she playfully refused to hand him his water bottle. She tossed his bottle to Taketora, who then threw it to Fukunaga, handing it over to Yaku. Kuroo chased the libero around, who passed it on to Inuoka. He gave a hearty laugh as he tossed it to Lev. Silly, clumsy Lev called out to Kenma as the tall boy threw it to Kenma, who with his slow reaction did not catch it in time. The lid of the bottle flew open, and water poured out everywhere. Everyone else watched in shock, but the initial shock passed by them as they all began laughing.

Kenma thought they were all laughing at him.

10 DAMAGE TAKEN!

The same ordeals continued even after the water break, and after a millennia later, the practice ended. Kenma, along with everyone else, helped clean up after practice. They also cleaned up the little water spill, which (Y/N) thanked Kenma for helping clean up.

Kenma changed his clothes in the club room. He was the only one inside, as Kuroo and (Y/N) were outside waiting for him. He could hear their laughter through the doors. Then they suddenly went silent. Kenma groaned, knowing that they were probably making out or something, as he buttoned his uniform back up.

10 DAMAGE TAKEN!

He opened the door, and to his surprise, Kuroo and (Y/N) were actually not exploring each others’ mouths with their tongues. Instead, he opened the door to see a smirking Kuroo and a very, very flustered (Y/N). She gasped slightly when she caught sight of Kenma and she turned her flustered face away from his prying eyes. Poor Kenma thought that he had accidentally caught them making out and they pulled away right as he opened the door.

10 DAMAGE TAKEN!

And so he walked away, leaving them in the dust.

10 DAMAGE TAKEN!

He thought he heard her call out, “Kenma-kun, wait!”

10 DAMAGE TAKEN!

1 LIFE LEFT! FINAL LIFE!

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capricornus-rex · 4 years

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Bad Ideas Make Good Memories (4 - End)

Cal Kestis x Reader

Requested by @queen-destenie | Prompt:

i live for you qUEEN! i LOVE your writing. if you have the time, could you do a fic where reader is the most reckless badass and Cal is like ‘wait don’t do THAT’ and she is just ‘im living life BABYY’. she does the most insane things that always somehow work and Cal is literally like what the F*CK’. reader is basically a GOD. please and thank you

Additional tags: Rebel base, rebel fleet

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4 of 4

Meanwhile, back in the command ship, the cadets were panicking while reporting the casualties on the ground to the Moff.

“Sir, they’ve overpowered the AT-ATs deployed there and even the TIE Echelon!”

“Impossible! They’re just ragtag starfighters, how can they overpower us!?” the Moff was livid as he was startled with how the odds did a 180 unexpectedly.

“W-Well, Sir, they had help… with the Jedi.”

“That can’t be! What’s two Jedi against a full assault unit!?”

The poor cadet stammered, unable to find a satisfactory answer, “I… I don’t know, Sir…”

“Sir, we don’t have any more troops to deploy! Should we retreat?” one of the tactical analysts reported from his station in the bridge.

The Moff was stuck between a rock and a hard place. The scouts back in the surface were closely watching the gray triangular figure in the sky, Cere ran to the base’s communication station and monitored the Star Destroyer’s movements.

“It’s… idling?”

“What?”

Cere’s eyebrows furrowed, “It’s just… there.”

“They’re probably preparing for their next move!”

“Base, this is scout Merl from Watchtower E reporting, that Star Destroyer doesn’t seem to be doing anything!”

“Hang on, I’ll see if I can crack their comms!” Cere strained her ear while tuning the knobs on the transmitters and receivers. She was able to pick up a transmission from one of the remaining TIE Fighters in the dogfight.

“This is Admiral Plov, we have direct orders from Moff Loon to retreat! I repeat, we have direct orders from Moff Loon to retreat! Prepare for a jump to hyperspace to these coordinates once you’re off-planet!”

“They’re retreating,” Cere first muttered to herself, then she turned around to face everybody. “They’re retreating!”

The operators in the base relayed the exact message to everyone. Seconds before the transmission from the ground came through, all of the pilots—you and Cal included—saw that each TIE Fighter were retracting from the fight.

“We did it…” you gasped, and then your head jerked up. “We did it!”

“Come on down home, all of you!”

The communication station at the base was filled with the cacophony of cheers as all pilots flew back down and docked their ships into the hangar.

Technicians, engineers, tactical analysts, and communication operators—every single one of them—came flooding the hangar upon the arrival of the pilots. Applause, whistles, and cheering filled the landing pad. The pilots who have jumped out of their ships found themselves in the embraces of their comrades in the ground.

When you climbed out of your Interceptor, Cal comes at you with his arms stretched out wide.

“You little lunatic, get over here!” he laughed, pulling you in for a bear-hug and you received it laughing in celebration with him; he smothered kisses on every inch of your face. He pulled away, but kept his hands cupped around your face, “Where in the hell do you even pick up your ideas, babe?!”

“Oh come on, I know that turns you on anyway!” you playfully thumped his chest before he pulled you in again for a hug.

You and Cal get yourselves smothered with the rebels clapping your backs, giving an affirming shake on the shoulder, and a tussle of the hair for Cal. The technicians have detached your astromech droids using the magnetic crane and carefully settled the droids down on the floor.

“R-12, you’re amazing!” you cheered on your droid, kneeling to its level while patting its round top.

Cere pushed through the crowd and came towards the two of you. She hooked the both of you in the tightest hug either of you have never felt from her.

“Please tell that hug was my free pass from a scolding,” you joked.

Cere exploded in laughter and she tussled your hair as well, leaving your hair in a frizzy-looking mess. Merrin and Greez as well came out of the crowd and rejoined you.

“You are perhaps the craziest pilot I have ever met, [y/n],” Merrin commented in her blunt tone, but her façade betrays her when she couldn’t longer contain the joy she was bottling up. She threw herself to you and wrapped her arms around you.

“You two kids just make my blood pressure turn to an unhealthy level with your flying and stunts!”

“Think you can give [y/n] a spin on the Mantis’s wheel?” Cal kidded Greez.

“As long as she promises not to do the same thing she did with the bigger TIE Fighter!”

“Don’t worry, I don’t think she’ll do that…”

“Oh good,” Greez sighed, and flapped all four of his arms.

“Because she’s gonna have to come up with another stunt just for the Mantis.” Cal finished his sentence.

“Aww, gimme a break!”

“Just kidding, cap’n,”

“Are you really?”

Captain Miccah personally approached you and Cal, a warm smile flashed on her face, she brings her hands on each of your shoulders.

“I cannot thank you enough for your courage, you two,” she sighed. “Because of you, Andaro still has a fighting chance.”

“It’s the least we can do,” Cal shrugged.

“The least?” the captain chuckled in a mellow tone. “Oh no, your efforts are worthy of my deepest gratitude. So, thank you, Cal Kestis and [y/n].”

The captain disappeared into the crowd, cheering and affirming her pilots; Cal wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you in close to him.

“Well, this is gonna be one hell of a story soon,” he blurted.

You smiled, reading between the lines and slightly getting the idea, you buried your cheek to his chest—you feel his heartbeat still pumping really quickly.

“Yeah, sure is,” you agreed.

Night falls and Andaro is blanketed in an evening sky of deep indigo, the primary twin moons hung over the treetops, illuminating the celebration in their pale ivory light. Stars glittered across the sky as a large bonfire in the center of the base’s clearing flickered bright orange—the rebels played their instruments, others danced in pairs even if it was out of rhythm, and the crowd laughed as they cheered.

The Jedi couple was the life of the party, they were the ones who stoked the heat of the celebration, joining in with the people on their makeshift dancefloor, and the whole forest was just filled with laughter. Cal stole you away as the floor became more crowded, the two of you took a break and watched the celebration go on. He slipped his arms around your waist as he planted a kiss on your temple. Your eyes trailed between the starry sky and the celebration on the ground—simply enjoying either view, you snuggled close to Cal, savoring the hard-earned victory that you practically risked life and limb for.

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batbirdies · 4 years

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Writing prompt, #23!

@im-the-punk-who

Prompt 23! - “You have a picture of me? On your fridge?” Featuring Jason and Tim!

Word count: 1766

Pairing: None/Gen

Characters: Jason Todd, Tim Drake

Rating: G

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“Hey, you got any beer?” Jason climbed up from the couch, stretching his shoulders back.

Tim glanced up at him from where he was bent over a pile of photographs, an exasperated look on his face. “Not sure at which point this will get through your head but, I’m 18.”

Jason snorted. “Hey, never stopped me.”

Tim paused, setting a photo down and giving Jason his full attention. “Shocking.”

Jason snorted again as he moved out from behind the coffee table and toward the kitchen. “Well what do you have?” He asked as he reached the fridge and pulled it open.

“I think I have some soda, there might be juice or something...but check the expiration.”

Jason grumbled to himself and squinted at the inside of Tim’s fridge. The light had gone out, which was ridiculous. You’d think someone as capable, not to mention as rich, as Timothy Drake-Wayne would at least get someone else to change the light bulb in his fridge but no. It didn’t matter much as the contents were meager.

He pulled out a can of Coke and popped the top, letting the fridge door close. Sugar and caffeine would definitely not have the same effect as alcohol but now he just wanted it. Something caught his eye just as he was about to take his first drink.

Tim’s whole fridge was covered in scattered, random stuff. WE memos, a calendar with messy writing scrawled over different days, a note from Stephanie with a little bat drawing that Jason though must have been Cass.

But those weren’t what caught his eye. No, that would be the little magnetic cork board pinned full of photographs. One in particular snagged Jason’s attention.

“You have a picture of me? On your fridge?”

He heard sudden fumbling in the living room and then Tim came around the corner, relaxed, like he hadn’t just scrambled up off the floor in a panic. He looked casual but his eyes were a little too wide and he kept darting them to the corkboard like it was a loaded gun.

“Yeah, why?” He asked in that same false, casual tone. Jason wanted to drawl back oh, I don’t know, maybe ‘cause I tried to kill you? But he kept that one to himself. He was trying to steer away from those particular types of jokes. Instead of answering at all he just kept looking.

The picture of Jason was almost intimately casual.

He was sitting on the couch in what he recognized as Dick’s apartment and he was talking on his cell phone. He was leaned back, splayed out a little on the cushions, one arm hung over the armrest, the other pressing his phone to his ear. There was half a smile on his face, like he thought something was funny but he was trying not to laugh.

No one else was in the picture and Jason struggled to remember what day it had been…

Tim cleared his throat. “Dick told us he needed help with a case, but turned out he just had us over for a zombie movie, Damian was at the Kent’s.” Tim had shuffled over finally, looking at the picture with Jason. His posture had relaxed to something a little more authentic, like he’d decided Jason wasn’t gonna freak out so it was ok to come out of hiding. “Bruce called you in the middle, when Dick was making popcorn.”

Jason darted his eyes away from that picture.

“Where’d you even keep the camera? Down your pants? Cause i certainly don’t remember seeing one.”

Tim scoffed, offended. “Excuse me, there are plenty of ways to be discreet. Not that any of the rest of you would know that,” he grumbled the last bit, stuffing his hands in the kangaroo pocket of his sweatshirt.

“So you just go around taking sneaky pictures of everybody, like some kind of creepy stalker?” Jason was joking, of course, but Tim scowled.

“No.”

“Kinda seems like you do,” he goaded back, eyes drawing over other photos on the board. Tim shifted, like he was uncomfortable again.

“If it bothers you, I can take yours dow-“ Jason waved a hand, taking a sip of his coke.

“It’s fine kid.” Jason was distracted and did not acknowledge the weirdly soft feeling in his chest as he perused the rest of the pictures. There was one of Dick balancing a spoon on his nose. Cass and Stephanie painting each other’s nails. Another of Stephanie passed out on the couch in the den. One of Bruce chugging a bottle of water in the kitchen after what must have been a workout. Another of him pouring over papers in the study with his reading glasses propped on the end of his nose like an old grandma.

There was one of Alfred with his sleeves rolled up, apron on, baking something in the kitchen. Another of Cass, standing on her head in the middle of her own mattress, blankets a mess and blocking her eyes. Nothing of her face showing but her upside down grin.

There was one that was a surprise though. “Shit, you’ve got one of the little gremlin. And he’s not even trying to kill anyone.” The picture was of Damian, sitting on the floor somewhere in the manor, sun from the window shining across him while he bent over a sketch pad. Titus was folded up on the floor with his head in the kid’s lap and he looked serious. Or not so much serious as….studious.

Tim cleared his throat, moving in front of Jason to quickly pluck the magnetic board off the fridge.

“Hey, what are you-”

“I’m putting it away.”

“What? Why?”

Tim flushed a little, tucking the board to his chest. “I meant to take it down before you got here, I just forgot.”

Jason frowned, clutching the can a little tighter. “Because why? That’s not an answer.”

“Because I don’t need this spread around. You’re not allowed to tell Dick.” He shuffled a little closer to his bedroom door but took a moment to give Jason a stern look. But Jason just blinked back at him in confusion.

“Why? You’re acting like this is some kind of weird secret picture stash. I don’t know if you know this but usually it’s the explicit type of photos that people are hiding.”

Tim flushed, not loosening his grip or relaxing one bit. He looked honestly embarrassed and Jason was a little bewildered.

“Dick doesn’t know because he would make some stupid big deal out of it-”

“You mean of the sweet, little pic of Damian-”

Tim pointed a finger at him, scowl firmly in place. “That picture was deliberate. I need a reminder sometimes that he’s not actually a monster.”

Jason snorted, setting his soda on the counter. “Don’t we all.”

There was an awkward pause as Tim started to shuffle backwards again toward his bedroom door. Jason turned toward him, palms up and empty. “Timbers, don’t put it away. I’m not gonna tattle on you for having pictures on your fridge.”

Tim stopped, looking at him with a minor glare. “And you’re not going to make fun of me?”

“Why would I make fun of you?” Jason was baffled, but Tim just rolled his eyes.

“I don’t know, you just would.”

Jason sputtered, putting his hands on his hips and then thinking better of it, dropping them before he looked like Bruce. “Hey, I’m not some kind of grade school bully here. Besides...it’s uh...it’s nice.” He scratched at his chin for a second, feeling awkward. Jason hadn’t been planning on any personal conversations here.

Tim swallowed and stared at him for an extended moment, looking wary before he finally heaved a sigh and stomped back into the kitchen to reattach the board to his fridge.

He stepped back and Jason stared at the collection a little longer, a weird unidentifiable feeling in his gut. “They’re good.”

Tim scratched at his arm. “Thanks,” he said back, voice hushed.

“Why no costumes?” Jason asked, casually, grabbing his soda back up off the counter and taking a swig. There was, of course, the obvious - just in case. But Jason thought for some reason there was something more to it than that.

Tim shrugged.

“I don’t know, sometimes I like to pretend we’re a normal family, I guess?” It was said in a self deprecating tone, like he was laughing at himself. Which, yeah, but while Jason had come a long way from where he had been. Had worked through untangling complicated feelings the likes the world had never seen - the casual referral of him being family still caught him off guard sometimes. He clutched his soda a little tighter, his palms felt suddenly sweaty.

“Normal huh?” Jason worked to keep any emotion out of his voice as Tim glanced up with a smirk.

“A guy can dream right?”

“Yeah, yeah he can…you might not have to dream that hard though. I mean, we all know a thing or two about normal families.” Jason shuffled closer, bumping his shoulder with Tim’s and throwing an arm around him a little haphazardly, making him stumble.

“I guess...” He gave Jason a narrow eyed, suspicious look.

“I mean, brothers are known for a few things I’m sure we could perfect.”

“Jason.” Tim said, voice devoid of all tone.

“Yeah Timbers?”

“If you try to give me a noogie right now I will punch you in the groin.”

The laugh that startled out of him was loud, enough to make Tim flinch and scowl, trying to duck out of the circle of his arm.

“Can we get back to work please?”

He hummed in return, tapping a finger to his lips with his spare hand. “Not until you say uncle.”

“Jason-“

#fanfiction #batfam #answers #requests #Jason Todd #Tim Drake #you didn’t specify who you wanted in this so...#I did this #hope you like!#It was a pretty quick little project so I it’s maybe not my best work but first completedrequest!#batbirdies answers #batbirdies writes

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laughingdarkdreams · 4 years

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Random horror story

Graphic beneath the cut.

A story about an eldritch circus.

The circus is coming. I saw a flyer for it the other day. It was just blowing down the street. It seemed to be faded and worn the paper seemed to be from years ago however it said the circus was coming to town next week.

The parents were told, the police were gathered. A curfew was established, nobody walks the streets. The town is abandoned, there is nothing but silence. Some people left, some people hid, some people put themselves down. All to avoid the time when the circus comes to town.

Three days and this town is cursed three days and it becomes worse three days until it is all put to fire three days until the funeral pyre three days until it all comes crashing down three days until the circus comes to town.

I saw my parents crying. Crying and hugging each other, hiding away from the windows in a corner of the room. It was...scary. Like they had given up. Like there was nothing they could do. Just staring, waiting, crying... Hoping it doesn't happen. ... Nobody has said anything to the younger ones, to the generation that hasn't seen it happen. All I know is that my parents both used to have siblings. All I know is that my grandfather killed himself two days ago. All I know is that the church boarded up its windows first. All I know is that the authorities have said they can't help. All I know is that something is coming. All I know is that the circus is coming to town. All I know is-

A sound of a distorted calliope a ballyhoo a bell is ringing a song is playing the circus has come to town.

A light passes by the windows. It shines in multiple colors, flashing, changing, fading, blinking, all in sequence. All one by one. The circus is in town. A shadow passes by a window, a tall man with a hat, his face hidden in a smiling mask, his arms drooping to his knees, standing three stories tall. Ten teeth fall to the ground in a mixture of blood and drool from under his mask. The circus is in town. The stars are gone and lights are shining from behind the clouds. Strings stretch up to the sky as armies of marionettes dance along the streets, smiling and waving, occasionally pausing to stare. Some of them are raised up by their strings, and stare into windows. A few of them are slamming their heads against walls. Their wooden heads slamming over and over leaving bloodstains on the walls. The circus is in town. A clown was sighted in the park, just standing there, staring up at the flashing colors in the clouds, silently staring with no eyes. Smiling. I could hear him breathing from my room. Breathing so loud. I blinked and he was gone. But the breathing was still there. Right behind me in my room. The circus is in town. A smell of food wafting down the streets. It is the best thing I've ever smelled. There is a man on fire on the roof across from me. It smells delicious. The circus is in town. Strange objects are flying overhead seeming to be made of fabric blowing in the wind. They have faces cut out of them open holes in the shapes of smiles One of them stops over a house falls quickly covering the windows covering everything but the doors. Built into a red tent. I think it used to be white. The circus is in town. A voice begins to sing "One by one they all run into the basements into the sun one by one by one by one. All to fall all to fall and call and call and call and call for help and mercy and father and friend all before the shows end." The voice calls out "The show has yet to begin." The circus is in town. The sun did not rise today. The music keeps playing on loop. A skip in the song, and- The sun did not rise today. The music keeps playing on loop. Outside the window I see a shadow. A skip in the song, and- The sun did not rise today. The music keeps playing on loop. The window is wide open. A skip in the song, and- The sun did not rise today. The music keeps playing on loop. I don't know how long I've been running. A skip in the song and- The circus is in town. The circus is in town. The circus is in town. I threw up and started crying. I saw something on the TV. I saw something in the mirror. It keeps moving. Writhing. I can't help you. Please. Please, I am so sorry. Please. I want you to stop. I want my reflection to stop. To stop crying. Crying for help. But it's not crying in my voice. I feel a hand crawling out of my throat. The circus is in town. The circus is in town. It is five minutes until the show begins.

"Take the children. Don't come out. I...I have to go, or they will come in here. I'm sorry. They need someone. At least one person from each house. I...I...I...I..." and he stared out the door, knowing he would never be able to leave if he finished his sentence. He started crying. Hid his face in his hands. She made a choice. Out on the doorstep, a child cries for help, cries for her parents. She is four years old. Inside, neither parent has the heart to answer. With hollow looks in their eyes, they cover their ears and pray. The circus is in town.

The things in the streets, crawling on the buildings... ...stick legs, many joints, elongated heads with broken jaws, smiling, laughing, making noises like static and water, like crying, like a death rattle, like glass breaking, like so many things, but not as any of them. A child asks their younger brother "Is it going to be okay?" The younger brother says "It will be." His teeth are falling out. Tiny fingers are growing in their place. The older brother looks at the sky. "Is it safe?" The younger brother is gone. A long, thin arm, thinner than his head, with fingers limply reaching for him grasps at the child, its skin and arm blowing, boneless in the wind. Holds the child by the neck and returns, slowly to the sky, limp body hung in its grasp. All is safe now. The circus is in town. One minute until showtime.

The lights stop, frozen in the sky. A color, a shade, all at once paralyzed by sudden silence. A stillness to be broken until all at once it all goes dark. No longer at home, they sit in a large tent facing the center stage. A small noise like a tense wire rings out, like tension being drawn, like tiny scratches along piano wire, like dragging fingernails across violin strings, like teeth being torn out as they slide down a metal wire over and over being ground down to nothing as they watch unblinking and unfeeling. It is a sort of drum roll to introduce the ringmaster. A light appears small and simple. A light in the center of the circus tent. It burns. It burns. Inside the light the circus is there in all of its glory in all of its wonder and every person inside sees themselves in the light. Sees themselves and sees a moment paralyzed in burning cold. A moment in their lives that right behind them right under a desk near their legs right in a closet behind them right outside a window they didn't notice right inside a cabinet right inside a mirror there was something that could take them away something that was always there and always would be. Inside the light there is a shape. A shape that moves. Suddenly the light fades. From the sky a voice louder than imaginable their ears bleed their eyes vibrate their heads shake they scream from the force. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!" Suddenly it is silent. All of them are sitting in their seats. Nothing had happened. Nothing had ever happened. A voice that is not a voice, silent, wordless, but somehow...

it's showtime.

...the message is conveyed.

"I can't feel my tongue. I can't feel my tongue. I can't feel my tongue. I can't feel my tongue. My eyes! MY EYES CAN'T FEEL MY TONGUE!" "Mom! Mom where are you!" "So many of them. Hanging from the tent roof. Where did they come from. Why are they all twitching?" "Help me. Please help me." "IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IT HURTS IM SORRY IT HURTS IT HURTS IT-" "Where did everybody go? Why is it so quiet? I'm...alone here? How many years has it been? I haven't seen anything in so long. I've been walking forever. Please. Please. Somebody. Anybody. ....please." HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME

and the first act closes.

Each person, alone. Each person, afraid, mutilated, bleeding, burning, crying. The circus went dark, and... and... no memory. There is a hallway in front of them. A long covered hallway with circus tent above and around, it seems to go on forever. Every single one of them goes inside. Each person, walking. Each person, silent. Unable to stop. Unable to speak. Walking in one direction, endlessly. Until they find it. A single door.

and the second act closes.

A door in a house abandoned forgotten by time and lost somewhere. Opening with a creak. The sky is grey and white. An old cabin, deep within the woods. Right where it all began. The trees creak in the winter wind. It has been winter for so long. The basement is crying. Hundreds of voices. Crying. Unable to die. In many different places all similar all different one by one they enter. The doors swing shut, never to open again.

A noise from the sky. Those hiding at home hear it. It shakes the earth. Shakes everything. It is so loud. So loud. It hurts. IT HURTS. IT HURTS. MAKE IT STOP. MAKE IT- and the noise is gone. Outside, it is a normal day. 12:00 PM, Sunday. People are crying in their homes. Everything is as it always has been. Nothing has happened. A large number of people are gone. A door slowly swings open. A man steps outside almost crawling onto the pavement slowly, shakily moving. Stares into the sun it hurts but it is real. The sun is here. It is safe. Falls to his knees. Hears his wife come over. Hugs her tight with his eyes closed tight. The smell of sunlight. The bitter sting of tears. Panicked breath and bawling his eyes out. It's over. It's all over. A deep breath. He holds it. He lets it out. He breathes in and smells cotton candy and fire. Eyes snap open. His wife her tongue is leaking out her eyes bulging her hair falling off in chunks. THE SOUND OF MUSIC THROUGH THE SKY THE DARK RETURNING THE SMILES BURNING THE CIRCUS IS HERE TO STAY.

#My writing #Horror #Eldritch horror #Clowns

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silenthillmutual · 4 years

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A trio of prompts that'll go well together imo: 25, 26, and 31. Burakhovsky if you can, but if you think anything goes better im excited and happy!

Wrapping arms around them when they make breakfast + Cuddling in comfortable silence before murmuring “I love you” + “You’ve got something on your lip, here let me.”

so you want tooth-rotting fluff, huh? (prompts from here)

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Dankovsky is far more affectionate than Artemy had assumed he would be.

Daniil. He guesses, now, that he should call the man by his first name; and Daniil seems very different, sometimes, from Dankovsky. Dankovsky works very clinically, detached; he smiles politely, holds gazes for three seconds exactly before resetting, and quotes Latin proverbs to reinforce the idea that he’s smarter than he really is. Daniil, though - Daniil doesn’t bother holding eye contact, letting himself stare off into space as he talks. He over-worries about the kids in the town, almost leans against Artemy’s body as he shifts weight uncomfortably between his feet, and mostly quotes Latin to get away with insulting the rulers to their faces.

Artemy catches the last one when they’re both called in to answer boos Vlad. And he catches it, because “up yours” is the only phrase he’d learned in class he thought might be useful later on. He makes a choking sound, and his eyes lock with Daniil’s catching a self-satisfied smirk that he could, for once, appreciate.

He thinks that’s when Daniil made his decision.

After their moment of shared understanding, a concept that still astounds Artemy at just how small a thing it was and how easy it would have been to miss, he notices that Dankovsky slips into Daniil more and more readily. At first it only happens when they’re totally alone in the hospital, and Artemy is able to write off his softer tone and careless words as exhaustion. He admits he finds the ruling families - even his own - difficult to talk to. He confides that he thinks they’re all lying to him and hiding something. Artemy finds himself saying, “They’re using your ignorance to try and sway you to their cause.”

He panics for a moment, worried the words will come back to bite him in the ass. But Daniil only removes his gloves so he can slide his hands through his hair nervously. He sighs, and says, “You’re probably right, but what else am I supposed to do?”

Artemy thinks the words, Come to me, but doesn’t say them, because at that point the suggestion feels too intimate. He hasn’t really learned to read Dankovsky from Daniil yet, even if the shift is easily recognizable. He still wears the coat and the gloves and stands apart from everyone else, keeping up a border between himself and the locals. So instead he says, “Get some sleep, emshen.”

“I will if you do,” Daniil retorts, already standing up to continue doing whatever it is he came into the hospital to do. “And it looks like you need it. You’re not just a pretty face, you know. We need your steady hands...well, steady.”

Artemy had grunted in response and started to move, catching onto the words only after too much time had passed for him to ask about them. He told himself it was just Dankovsky slipping into character again, giving out a backhanded remark to chastise him into taking care of himself. It was his odd way of showing that he cared, and thinking of it as anything else was just too much. Thinking of it for what it actually was was more than he could handle.

And he thinks its a fluke, that this is Dankovsky’s version of ribbing the way he’s used to interacting with Gravel and Grief and Stakh. Daniil’s version of it is just different because of where he’s from and his whole...thing, his whatever-it-was that made him establish his presence differently from everybody else. His Lines, Artemy guesses he could say, though he’s not even sure if that’s it. But he keeps telling himself that’s all that comment was - just teasing, just a different way of saying I’ve seen corpses prettier than you, not a real compliment and nothing to get hung up on.

He loops it like ambiance until he’s eating in the back of the hospital with Dankovsky and Yulia, lost in his mental to-do list and the status of his bound and the words it means nothing, it means nothing echoing until the actual words “You’ve got - nevermind, let me -” break through them, and he realizes Dankovsky’s ungloved hand is brushing against his mouth, thumb lingering a little too long on his lips.

There’s a smirk there, again. But it’s not particularly smug. It’s more of a lop-sided smile, like his mouth has gotten used to the movement and it doesn’t know how to produce something less sharp to illustrate what he actually feels.

It’s in his eyes, Artemy think, that he sees it. That’s where he sees Daniil, and where he sees he’s not actually imagining things. It’s also in Yulia’s eyes - or, actually, in her eyebrows, quirking up, telling him It means something.

Even with all of the evidence pointing in this direction, it still takes Artemy a remarkably long time to make his own move. Daniil doesn’t seem to mind it very much; if anything, he seems to be enjoying every one of Artemy’s startled responses to his lingered affection. Each gesture is followed with a look that Artemy can never seem to memorize properly, staring at it until Daniil’s eye contact (seven seconds, they’re up to now, before he becomes uncomfortable and looks away) is pulled elsewhere. And he’ll pull these gestures out when he’s still Dankovsky, when they’re still surrounded, smiling that sharp smile until they’ve held gazes for a moment and it softens.

He doesn’t really know what to do with this affection. Most of it’s unspoken, unquantifiable and intangible. Which is not to say there’s nothing of this bizarre courtship to hold onto. No: Daniil also sends him letters. They’re written in cursive (which Artemy hates; pretty, sure, but completely useless), most of it poetry, and some of it in other languages. Not just Latin, either; there’s French and German peppered in. He can’t tell which pieces are original and which Daniil has just memorized. A part of him wonders what else Daniil would be sending if they weren’t in the middle of curing a plague.

That same part of him lurches and drops when it occurs to him that he’s probably not even responding properly.

It’s been four days of casual, but warm touches and tender looks and poetry sent in pieces throughout the day when Artemy blurts out, awkward and clumsy, “I don’t know how to respond to you.” He does, at least, make sure that they’re alone in the hospital, or at least as alone as they’re going to get with dead and the near-unconscious.

Daniil isn’t looking at him at first when he smiles, but his gaze does direct upwards. “I don’t expect you to respond at all,” he says.

Which solves the anxiety telling Artemy that this has all been a joke, or maybe some sort of stress-induced hallucination. But it doesn’t exactly make him feel any better, because there’s no guarantee in the words that Daniil knows his efforts are appreciated. “Shouldn’t I?” he asks. “Considering...”

He doesn’t know how to say what it is he’s considering, but shakes his head, noise like a laugh rattling around in his throat, quiet. “You already do,” he says.

Artemy, of course, doesn’t know what the hell that means, or what kind of a reaction he’s giving that Daniil is getting what he wants out of it. But Daniil is giving him that look again, the one he keeps trying to see when he closes his eyes, and any other attempts at response shut off.

Maybe it shouldn’t surprise him that when he asks Daniil to stay, Daniil does. And maybe it shouldn’t surprise him that he clarifies, Stay with me. But it does, because that’s not a request he had been thinking of making. The words had left his mouth without him really thinking them through.

Those surprises seem dull in contrast to the one he feels when Daniil hums as he thinks about it, and then politely declines. Artemy feels large and clumsy and surrounded by so many fragile items when he asks, “Why not?” despite the truth of the matter being that he wasn’t actually prepared for that much of a life change in one go.

Daniil sways, slightly drunk, leaning on Artemy’s arm, and mumbles the words, “I’m not doing wooing you yet.”

It doesn’t really hit him why it all makes sense until now, when he’s kind of in a daze about everything and reflecting on the fact that it’s been an entire month and a half since the army left town. A month and one-half, and the slow pacing doesn’t feel so slow anymore. It’s only been a month and one half plus two weeks that they’ve known each other. Of course asking Daniil to stay with him had been colossally stupid.

There’s no one to notice his flush. Not because he’s alone; far from it. The streets have returned to their bustling nature and the kids are at home, but he isn’t there. He’s in a house in the Stone Yard with Daniil. Not in Eva’s, anymore, as he’s no longer a guest. And for the same reasons, Artemy has no issues pushing himself up from the bed and heading down the stairs to the kitchen. Maybe cooking will distract him from the memory of sheer lunacy that was asking a man he’d only known a week to live with him.

But his isolation doesn’t last long. If he were more poetic, he’d have some flowery way to word the fact that he’d never wanted it. Daniil wore his like protection, but where he normally distanced himself with at least a little bit of pride, Artemy’s otherness was a source of melancholy. Moments like this were never different. Daniil clings in his sleep, where he’s entirely Daniil and his guard is let down. He clings, too, when he’s just woken up, or when they’re alone together and the only part of Dankovsky the Bachelor left is his coat. The metaphorical clinging, the kind with his words, becomes literal in moments like this, and Artemy lets out a breath when Daniil’s arms go around him.

He wants to stop in his movements and hold him back, but there’s a reason Artemy doesn’t act on every impulse he feels. He reigns these in as he works on their food, feeling Daniil’s chest move in breaths against his back as he wakes up just out of sight.

Once he’s done cooking, he can turn around, no longer all that surprised at how strong Daniil’s arms are around his body.

Artemy stares down at Daniil, looking up his chest at him, and thinks about what he wants to say. He thinks about what he said, when he first came back home, to all this death and this trauma and his friends barely speaking; to his father’s death and the reason the disease came back; to not trusting Daniil or Clara or the Inquisitor or the Army and being scared shitless they’d all be killed. He thinks about how he said he wasn’t sure if he knew how to love, and there are still parts of him that think he doesn’t know how to properly. He thinks about his aborted attempts to write or research poetry and letters to send back and all the times he wanted to kiss first but felt too clumsy.

What he says is, “I made you breakfast.” He closes his eyes, and squeezes his fingers just tight enough to make his knuckles crack. “That’s not what I meant,” he says.

But Daniil, in a move so typical of Dankovsky, interrupts him, humming as he reaches around Artemy to grab a plate. “I know,” he says. “I love you, too.”

#Anonymous #hopefully this came out okay!#burakovsky #nori writes #was it too obvious this was about love languages or -#icarus.docx #mine

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Eleni Mandell: L.A. Singer-Songwriter with Smoky Chrissie Hynde Vocals and a flair for Tom Waits’ Influenced Experimentation

This post is a near- transcript of the Broken Buttons: Buried Treasure Music podcast (episode 5, side A). Here you’ll find the narration from the segment featuring the L.A. singer-songwriter, Eleni Mandell, along with links, videos, photos and references for the episode.

Listen to the full episode on Spotify, Apple, Anchor or Mixcloud.

Have you ever bought the wrong record? Like, you intended to buy something that sounded like one thing and you accidentally grab something that sounds very different.

I don’t know if this happens anymore, but I believe it was quite common years ago. Imagine hearing an artist on the radio and being blown away. You go to the record store, find the plastic divider with the name of whom you’re looking for, but you can’t remember the name of the album, or even the song. Remember, you don’t have a tiny computer in your pocket. You’re too nervous to ask the store clerk for fear of looking stupid. So you roll the dice.

“I know it was someone called Neil Young, but there are a thousand Neil Young records here.”

“Hey, this pink one looks cool.”

That exact scenario didn’t happen to me, but that album, Neil Young’s Everybody’s Rockin’, happened to be the most played Neil Young album in my house growing up, so for years I thought Neil Young was a rockabilly revival act. In reality, that was one of several oddball records Young released during a tumultuous period with his record label to fulfill his contract demands. I still love that record.

Eleni Mandell did live out the scenario of buying the wrong record though. She shared the story during a segment of the show Bullseye with Jessie Thorn, where she describes seeing Tom Waits on MTV late at night—back when MTV still cared about music. It was either 120 minutes or IRS’ The Cutting Edge. This would have been around 1984 or 1985, so right around the time of Wait’s masterpiece Rain Dogs. When she went to the record store though, she picked up the 1976 Tom Waits’ Asylum release, Small Change instead. Now Small Change is still a great Tom Waits album, but it sounds nothing like the drastically reimagined sound and musical approach he had begun to employ starting with 1983’s Swordfishtrombones. Something Tom Waits called his “junkyard orchestral deviation.” The spare, off-kilter percussion. Moaning trombones and muted trumpets. Marimba. Plenty of marimba. Experimental instruments mixed in everywhere. Megaphones and CB radios. Trash can lids.

This is the sound Eleni was looking for.

Instead she got lush strings. Delicate piano. Cinematic swells and a melancholy wail.

She got this.

Still awesome, but not the same. She credits the experience with changing her life. She grew to love both sides of the Tom Waits coin. The jazzy piano man in the smoky, whiskey-drenched nightclub and the eclectic, experimental carnival barker that she had her first encounter with on late night MTV.

You can hear that deep appreciation and influence for the full Tom Waits spectrum injected and swirling through Eleni Mandell’s own spectacular catalog that spans more than 20 years now.

She’s got plenty of experimental Waits, especially in her early catalog.

And quite a bit of the jazzy nightclub vibe.

There’s also plenty of folk-y Eleni mixed in, and even some country.

You’ll notice that Eleni’s voice doesn’t sound like Tom Waits though. Did you notice that? It’s less of a deep, gravelly howl and more of rich Chrissie Hynde croon. Spin compared her to Chrissie Hynde and PJ Harvey. Rolling Stone compared her captivating melodies and witty lyricism to early Elvis Costello.

While she doesn’t have the Tom Waits’ wail, she does specialize in his particular brand of character song-study. Like this first song we’re going to hear. The first track off of Eleni Mandell’s second album Thrill. Released in the year 2000. This is Pauline.

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Pauline, from Eleni Mandell’s second record, Thrill. So how did this remarkably unique singer-songwriter get her start and pull together so many interesting influences to create the sound we just heard.

Eleni grew up in the Sherman Oaks region of the San Fernando Valley, Los Angeles. She started playing music when she was just 5, beginning with the violin and then piano. Eleni didn’t love playing either, but continued to take lessons until she was thirteen. She remembers wanting to learn to write songs early on, but didn’t have the first idea of how to approach it, especially on violin. She jumped from violin and piano to guitar as a teenager. Her parents exposed her to a variety of musical styles. Her mom would take her to musicals and her dad, a serious record collector, played her Hoagy Carmichael and plenty of jazz standards. She loved the Beatles and remembers Diana Ross making an early impression.

Another early life changing moment came when she discovered the Los Angeles punk band X.

X were huge in LA, and their first album (called Los Angeles) was the first record Eleni ever owned. Or maybe the first she asked to own. The first record she was ever given was Shaun Cassidy’s greatest hits for her 4th birthday. The first she ever purchased with her own money was X’s third release, Under the Big Black Sun. She tells a story of when she was out record shopping at a place called Aron’s Records, located on Melrose, and to her utter befuddlement came face to face with John Doe, lead singer of X. He was shopping for records too. She quickly snapped up a copy of the band’s third album and asked John to sign it. He did. She still has the signed album, which reads “Yours” complete with a big X “-John Doe.” That was the last autograph she ever asked for. It was not, however, the last time her path would cross with that of the band X.

When she was a little bit older, she met Chuck E. Weiss, songwriter, rock n’ roller, beat poet and peculiar Tom Waits associate. Also the subject of the song, Chuck E.’s in Love.

Yes, that Chuck E. Weiss. Waits was in a relationship with Rickie Lee Jones. Waits, Jones and Weiss all lived at the seedy Tropicana Motel in Los Angeles. One day Weiss up and left out of nowhere. Some time later Chuck E. called the apartment where Jones and Waits were living. He explained to Waits that he had moved to Denver because he had fallen in love with a cousin there. Waits hung up the phone and announced to Jones, “Check E.’s in love. Rickie Lee Jones liked that so much that she it turned it into the song we just heard.

Who is this episode about again? Oh, right. Eleni Mandell. Anyway, Eleni Mandell met THAT Chuck E. Weiss when she was not yet 21. Still, she had a friend who was able to get her into The Central, a Sunset Strip club that would later become The Viper Room. This would’ve been around 1990. Weiss was playing there every Monday.

Here’s how the write up on Eleni’s original website describes her first encounter with Weiss.

“The first time she ever saw Chuck E. Weiss perform, he walked right up to her and smiled like a cross between The Cheshire Cat and an escaped mental patient. She met him a month later at Musso and Frank’s.”

Eleni says she was at the famous Hollywood restaurant and recognized Weiss. She worked up the courage to approach him and told him how much she loved his show. He asked if she wanted to accompany him to meet up with a friend at Canter’s Deli. She agreed. When they settled into one of the landmark eaterys iconic red, vinyl booths in walked her hero. Tom Waits. What a night. Tom asked Chuck how he and Eleni had met.

“Hebrew school,” he declared.

Here’s a tune from Eleni’s debut album, Wishbone, released in 1999. This is Sylvia.

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From Eleni Mandell’s first album, Wishbone, that was Sylvia.

Under Chuck E. Weiss’ mentorship, produced by Jon Brion and self-financed by Mandell, Wishbone, as well as her next several records, received strong reviews and drew comparisons to Waits and PJ Harvey in style.

Before Weiss mentored Mandell, he hired her as a door person at his club. She said he would test her to see how tough a door person she was by trying to grab money out of her hand. Weiss would continue to mentor Eleni over the years and they’re still friends to this day.

For her fourth album, Mandell shook things up by diving into traditional country. A mix of covers and originals, 2003’s Country For True Lovers is an exciting update to her sound. And one of her life changing moments came full circle. Weiss introduced her to former X guitarist Tony Gilkyson, who produced the project. She also stacked the sessions with all star players, including Nels Cline from Wilco, and another X hero, drummer D.J. Bonebreak.

Eleni continued to mix and mesh genres on her next release, 2004’s Afternoon.

From the No Depression review of that album:

“Last years Country For True Lovers found Los Angeles chanteuse Eleni Mandell turning her sights on twang rather than her previous more PJ Harvey-oriented material, and she received plenty of critical acclaim in the process, sharing the LA Weekly 2003 songwriter of the year award with the late Elliot Smith.”

“On Afternoon, her fifth album, Mandell combines her love of various genres, including country, pop, jazz and rock, to stunning effect. Produced by Joshua Grange, who also lends his considerable talents on guitar, pedal steel, Hammond organ and piano, Afternoon mostly takes the slow and sexy approach. I’ve Been Fooled and Can’t You See Im Soulful give Mandell the chance to show off her breathy but passionate alto, which can devastate in a heartbeat.”

“Mandell does rock out from time to time, as on Easy On Your Way Out, which has a grungy Elvis Costello-gets-on-with-Liz Phair feel to it. I wanna be your afternoon/I want you coming back for more, Mandell sings on the sorta fun/sorta sad title song.”

She can also write catchy singles. Like this song from Afternoon, “Let’s Drive Away.”

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That was Let’s Drive Away from Eleni Mandell’s fifth album, Afternoon, released in 2004. That song was also featured on the TV show, Weeds.

And here comes the challenging part of covering an artist like Eleni Mandell, who’s put out consistently solid albums for over two decades. There’s not enough time to feature all the good stuff she’s produced, but trust me, over her eleven albums, she always delivers. From the diverse shifting sounds of Artificial Fire [play clip] to the smooth and breezy Dark Lights Up [play clip], Eleni whirls a magical combination of jazz, folk, pop, country and rock, with just enough experimental twists to keep everything fresh.

She’s also branched out from her solo artist gig to release two albums with her band The Grabs. The Grabs allows her to exercise more of her pop side and features Eleni on vocals, Blondie bassist Nigel Harrison, and Silversun Pickups’ drummer Elvira Gonzalez.

And, she’s also released records with the Andrews Sisters inspired supergroup, The Living Sisters, with Inara George, Alex Lilly and Becky Stark.

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I’d recommend checking out all of this.

So now that we’ve established that the Eleni Mandell road is paved with the goods, let’s skip ahead to focus on her most recent album: 2019’s Wake Up Again.

Here’s what Eleni and her website have to say about the latest release:

“For two years or thereabouts,” Mandell says, “I taught songwriting at two colleges and a women’s prison.”

The prison gig came about via Jail Guitar Doors, the organization founded by Wayne Kramer, guitarist of the vaunted Detroit band MC5, in partnership with English musician Billy Bragg. “I don’t know why exactly I was drawn to that work,” Mandell says. “But I had a family member who had been in prison in the 1940s. He wasn’t around when I was growing up, but that sort of fascinated me and I was always curious about what kind of person disappears and what kind of person commits crimes — what are they thinking?”

Working with the inmates also provided many epiphanies for her as a person, and proved fertile for her as an artist, as captured in the 11 songs on this album, her 11th studio release. In many ways it’s the culmination and fulfillment of all the strengths as a writer and performer going back to her start under the tutelage of Chuck E. Weiss, Tom Waits and other top chroniclers of people in the shadows.

“I really enjoyed it,” she says. “I was inspired by the stories, and surprised by the laughter I heard there. And I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I was, by how many different kinds of people were there: teachers, lawyers, nurses, and also people who grew up in poverty.”

Here’s a song about one of the woman she met during those songwriting classes she taught. This is Evelyn.

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Evelyn from Eleni Mandell’s most recent album, Wake Up Again. Another great addition to her expansive, impressive catalog. The album is filled with rich character studies and deeply personal self-examinations.

Her early Tom Waits inspiration continues to ignite and propel her, even after 11 albums. Only now she can call Tom a longtime friend.

And she went from obsessive punk rock X fan to counting a member of X as a member of her own band. What a cool, thrilling ride she’s had so far. Eleni Mandell.

References and other stuff:

Eleni interview with Luxury Wagers

Eleni interview with Mr. Bonzai

Eleni interview with Tyler Pollard on Timeline

The bio from Eleni’s current website has a great write up on her most recent album and I quote from it in the episode.

No Depression review of Afternoon that I quote in the episode

Here is the original bio from Eleni’s old website that is now archived. I also quote from this

Eleni has been featured on NPR segments over the years. I did not use anything directly from these, but they are good and informative

Pop Matter review of Dark Lights Up

Good L.A. Times article about Eleni teaching songwriting to female inmates and her latest album

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