#i don't even care that I'm skipping class right now holy fuck
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my life has been changed forever
#FUCK#i have no words I'm just oh my god whatsvd the fuck#i thank my dad everyday for not pulling out because i get to witness the existence of tomorrow by together.#THIS YEAR HAS ALREADY BEEN SO SHIT BUT THEM THEY#i don't even care that I'm skipping class right now holy fuck#ate up the entire industry#it's actually so insane#my expectations were already sky high because??? it's txt#this is like a fever dream#i feel so euphoric#they have me on a leash it's not funny#fusckssdbdid I'm losing my shit#i have no dignity when it comes to these men oml#IT'S JUST SO GOOD#I'M PISSING MY PANTS#how did i live before this album#how was i surviving#I'm a changed woman#this is a cultural reset#I'm not even joking when i say this has changed me i literally feel like a different person#I'M CREAMING MYSELF#this belongs in history books#it should be taught in schools#THE DROP IN THE CHORUS FUCK ME#the second chorus???? beomgyu????#soobin's vocals this era I'm going to pee myself#my bf kamal sings laps around your faves#he's just too good???#I'm actually in tears I'm crying#this is what my life was missing
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I didn't get burned out on bnha or anything, I just got a switch with botw for my birthday and opened it early 'XD anyway ep 8-9
show has half its runtime's worth of jk they keep adding stuff to these flashbacks so most of them don't really count as recycled, it does feel like quite a bit of flashbacks sometimes tho
something something dr strangegirl love the bomb idek what that movie's about
I will say this, I keep forgetting how the intro goes. first one may be a bit forgettable (or maybe I've just watched too many anime and don't have enough space left for new ones to leave an impression, idk)
ooh do we get to watch another match? honestly surprised if we do but I mean it's a fun concept to begin with. …as long as mineta's not in it, cuz that could be a skip : |
-- …who are any of these - oh that's invisible girl
-- …zuko's in this one and I didn't even recognize him
…dangit I was hoping that wasn't gonna be a thing with her : | this might be embarrassing enough without mineta
I mean that one's (shoji) novel at least but still ew
huh.
ooh dang, we get to see what natsu AND birdman do
-- oh nvm they montage'd it. eh fair enough, I guess only an old-school show with no concept of arc fatigue would make an entire arc out of just this
"mr natural-born hero." hm. I hadn't thought about what the other heroes who're in on his secret would think of him. …is writing anything that's about superheroes as a concept and not letting any hint of eugenics-like thinking show through (even without tacitly endorsing it), like, intrinsically hard?
"this town ain't big enough for the chip on my shoulder"
-- deku. DEKU NO
-- how the fuck is he sposed to react to that, I think he's just gonna kill you now
'XD "I knew I was forgetting something! I'm supposed to do my Might Guy bit again today!"
Mission Failed Successfully? also I'm confused, why is he still walking away
next. judging by the title, Iida's big in this one : ]
bakugo's gonna love his claim to fame being "that guy the sludge monster took hostage" 'XD
okay so no hat no clogs just breaks out the cocoon at will. mood
I'd vote for you iida
okay they at least gave him the only competent kid in the room as deputy, that's good
oh yeah, Iida has a point; Deku's Karate Kid viewpoint could be useful (idfk what a class rep even does tho)
-- "with glasses and everything" uraraka could you be right a little quieter
-- danged sub not doing the entire job and making me check if the dub actually translates this bit
--- huh. they outright replaced it. I guess it's just a class diction thing. also holy shit why is this dub so quiet
"aren't they illegal trespassers? can we beat them up" daaang, I guess this tells us something about this Mic guy
'XDDD oops
"goodbye, bad mass-communication!" ?????????????????? is radio jockey man okay
good for iida. just please don't spongebob this okay, please, iida?
-- EMERGENCY EXIT
-- EMERGENCY EXIT OMFG I THINK I HAVE A FAVORITE CHARACTER DOES THE NAME STICK
yeah yeah somebody broke your door I do not fucking care
oh NOW you clear that up about all might losing his powers. well, better now than next season ig
oh it's the tokyo ghoul
yeah, gonna be quittin here, got stuff tomorrow
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part one | oblivion
oblivion [noun. the state of being unaware or unconscious of what is happening around one]
pairing: kamo noritoshi/f!reader
summary: your relationship with noritoshi was like a game of cat and mouse; no matter how hard you tried to escape from him, he would always find his way back to you.
wordcount: 3.9k
content/warnings: friends to enemies to lovers, language, noritoshi is kind of a dick but i promise it gets better so please don’t lose faith in him, we’re not strictly following the manga timeline bc while i am reading it, i do have a goldfish brain, lowercase intended
a/n: hello, here’s the first installment of my sanguine series! it’s the prequel of this drabble (nsfw) i wrote the other week while i was working on the outline of the fic. it’s a little slow burn because i wanted to spend some more time exploring their relationship and the groundwork for it, so yeah. i’ll try to update it regularly, but since i’ve only planned five parts for sanguine, it might take a while bc i want to take my time with it. if you want to stay updated with the series, i’ll post the masterlist to it shortly! i do hope you enjoy it though :) and stay safe, everybody! [tagging @sukirichi the sukuna to my yuuji, who just gets spammed when i start rambling about my aus but always screams with me (´• ω •`)]
masterlist - next
"y/n!" you look up to see miwa storming towards you, thrusting a book in your direction. "could you- could you please give this to noritoshi? i borrowed this book from him like a week ago and if i don't return this anytime soon, i think he's gonna kill me."
scowling at her, you look at the book in disdain. you wanted to avoid crossing paths with noritoshi as much as possible and miwa was well aware that you didn't like hi-
"please," miwa pleaded again, taking your hands and placing the book in it. "i'm really scared of him. he always looks like he's going to shoot me soon. even todo is pretty nice if you don't interrupt his takada-chan time!"
you sighed in annoyance, you just couldn't say no. ever since coming to the kyoto metropolitan curse tech, miwa and you had been pretty close because you strongly disliked the other students. most of them were arrogant and stuck-up, thinking they were better than the other; the two that belonged to the three clans were even worse. on your first day here you'd promptly gotten into a fight with mai, disliking how haughty she was and trying to prove everyone that she was better than them. much to your chagrin, the fight ended in a tie.
"fine, but you owe me some mango," miwa's face lit up in relief and she gave you a thumbs up before dashing to her room, most likely to escape noritoshi's wrath. you inspected the book. was it even worth returning it? maybe you could just throw it in the trash. if noritoshi ever found out, he'd kill miwa first and then you. you let out another sigh before making your way towards the training grounds. he most likely was outside to practice, either with one of the guys or alone. as you were nearing the training grounds, you could already hear the sound of arrows whistling and the dull thuds of them hitting the target. it was hard to spot him through all the trees; you weren't entirely sure where he was. your ears perked up when you heard him release another arrow until you realized that it was heading your way. this bastard. fortunately, you were able to slash the arrow clean in the middle, angrily pointing your sword in his direction. you still couldn't see him anywhere.
"you fucking idiot! you could've killed me," you snarled, stomping deeper into the forest. an amused laugh echoed through the trees.
"you're acting like i can't control my arrows. it's not my fault you let your guard down," noritoshi retorted smugly, lowering his bow as he saw you approaching. you were fuming, hurling the book at him. how dare he? you watched with satisfaction as it hit him square in the chest - who was caught off guard now, huh? he deserved it anyways.
"miwa asked me to return your book," you curtly explained and turned back around to leave but apparently, noritoshi had other plans. instead of saying anything else, he just followed you which unsettled you even more.
"stop following me."
"who said i was following you? i'm just going back to the dorms. i'm sorry you can't handle me being near you."
you whirled around, sword pointing dangerously close to his neck. he smirked at you triumphantly, it was just too easy to get a rouse out of you. "another word and i'll cut you, seriously. you're pissing me off," you gritted your teeth, hating that you always fell for his stupid games. he knew you all to well, what made you angry, what made you happy, what motivated you. once upon a time, you'd thought the same about him; until he changed so rapidly, so unlike your expectations. you were worlds apart and yet you'd reserved an ounce of hope that he wouldn't turn out to be as arrogant as the clan heads. swift as the wind, noritoshi grabbed your wrist, dragging it upwards and towards him until he could lean down to you. your heartbeat sped up - holy shit why was he so close to you - and you froze in shock.
"i'd like to see you try, princess," he whispered in your ear, the grip on your wrist tightening. "you wouldn't dare to."
the first time you met noritoshi, he was sitting outside in the garden with his mum. both seemed to have a good time. noritoshi's hair was tousled from the soft summer breeze and he had a soft smile on his face, happily munching away on the snacks that were displayed on the table. while he looked friendly enough, you were wary of meeting and talking to him because you felt kind of queasy around the kamo family. you couldn’t quite place a finger on the feeling, the older members of the family intimidating you to no end. much to your dismay, you felt like you had to be watchful - your parents worked for the kamo family, so naturally the apartment you lived in was close to the estate. you avoided any run ins with the adults, they weren’t exactly friendly to you. noritoshi’s mum had befriended your mum and they spent a lot of time together when possible. and yet you’d never met noritoshi before, seeing how busy he was with his various classes.
the fit that you threw, not wanting to tag along with your mum, was long forgotten when you’d spotted the jar of cookies on the table. before your mum could react, you pulled your hand away from hers and quickly ran towards it. “hello miss!” you greeted enthusiastically, your eyes shining at the sight of the sweets. “my name is y/n! i’m here with my mum and i uhm… could i have some of the cookies? please?” when your mum finally caught up to you, she scolded you quietly and greeted the other two, taking a seat beside noritoshi’s mum. you pouted, immediately climbing on her lap as you refused to sit next to the boy. his mum handed you a cookie which you happily took and thanked her politely. noritoshi was curiously eyeing you; it wasn’t often that he saw other children around his age and he didn’t have any friends to play with. his everyday life revolved around reading books, studying, taking archery classes and sometimes spending time with his mum. noritoshi barely even knew what fun was - he’d only ever felt at peace when he was around his mum.
“y/n, sweetie, why don’t you go and play with noritoshi?” your mum prompted but you immediately shook your head, hiding your face in her chest. she simply laughed and shook her head, brushing your hair back softly. “come on, noritoshi is really nice. you can be his friend one day, right? didn’t i tell you that friends are important?”
you frowned. then huffed. when she worded it like this, there was no way you could refuse. the cartoon that you religiously watched featured a group of friends that went on adventures and helped each other out. you’d told your mum that you wanted to be like that too! begrudgingly, you slid off her lap and trudged towards noritoshi who looked at you with big eyes. you held your hand out, waiting for him to shake it. “my name is y/n. uhm… nice to meet you,” you shyly whispered, eyes darting away from him.
it took a while until noritoshi reacted, shaking your hand gently and answering: “hello y/n, i’m noritoshi.”
much to your surprise, noritoshi was actually fun to be around with. he showed you his collection of books, the bow that he was practicing with and you often played the card game you’d received for your birthday together. he was smart and witty, often explaining you things that he’d read in a book but he was also attentive when he listened to you ramble about the other kids in school or when you told him about the cartoon that you were watching. for you, noritoshi was becoming your best friend - for noritoshi, you were his first friend. he cherished you and how unabashedly true to yourself you were. spending time with you was something he looked forward to; you always made him laugh and you didn’t care whether he lived up to the kamo family name or not. to you, he was simply noritoshi. you were like a fresh breeze of air in his life.
noritoshi didn't quite understand why the elders were always so hard on him, so strict and unrelenting. they expected only the best results from him and didn't show any understanding when he exhausted. he didn't enjoy practice anymore, the lessons becoming a chore and burden on his mind. but whenever he saw your face light up at his newly acquired skills, he thought it was worth the trouble. you came to visit him everyday after school, never skipping a day. sometimes he questioned why you weren't visiting your friends from school but you shook your head, poking his chest indignantly. "you're my best friend, 'toshi. of course i'd want to spend more time with you." noritoshi was glad you always chose him, without fail.
even though your parents had always warned you to be careful around noritoshi because his family was strict and didn't like outside influences distracting the heir, you never really strayed from his side. noritoshi didn't have any other friends, who would keep him company or listen to his troubles then? you didn't understand why your parents were suddenly going back on their word. they'd always told you that family and friends were important. you couldn't pinpoint your feelings for him - but your parents saw it. it was obvious; the stars in your eyes when you looked at him, the slight blush on your cheeks when he complimented you and how happy you were when you got to spend time with him. the more time you spent with him, the more they were worried for you.
"'toshi!" you yelled in excitement as you ran towards him, waving wildly. he dropped his bow and turned to you, a soft smile gracing his lips as he opened his arms to hug you. you squeezed him tightly. two weeks you hadn't seen him due to a school trip after which you got sick and weren't able to leave the house. you'd missed him a lot and you were excited to show him the souvenirs you brought him.
"look, i bought you an omamori!" you handed him the small object, then pointing on your bag to show him the one you'd bought for yourself. "i got myself a matching one too! my teacher said it wards off evil spirits and brings you luck." noritoshi's smile was bright, so bright. he was happy you thought of him and were always kind to him. your eyes widened as he leaned in to kiss your cheek before thanking you. the two of you were blushing, neither saying a word but not minding what had just happened.
the day noritoshi's mother left the estate was the day you were slowly starting to lose him. noritoshi grew more forlorn and didn't seem to easily find joy in anything anymore. the departure left a deep, deep gap in his heart. it had shocked him deep to the core when she left him. him. why couldn't she stay? why did she leave him when she was the only person who protected him, loved him? she did say that she was hindering his growth but who was she to decide that? he didn't want to become stronger, didn't want to protect other people like she'd told him to. he wanted to stay with her. "'toshi? 'toshi!" a concerned voice broke through his trance, pulling him back into reality. "i asked you a question! you weren't even listening to me."
you were pouting at him, tugging at his sleeve impatiently. noritoshi apologized, patting your head to soothe your temper. "what do you want to do in the future? mum said it's important to work towards your dreams!" you asked him curiously, grasping his hand to hold it. the gesture filled him with indescribable warmth, drawing him in like a moth to the flames. "my mum said i have a special power, i can heal people! i want to become a doctor in the future, so i can help everyone that got hurt," you explained to him so earnestly that he felt bad for the lie he was about to tell. noritoshi didn't have big dreams or ambitions just yet. he didn't even know what would be suitable to him - he was strictly following orders, never allowed to think for himself.
but when he looked at you, he only had one wish. "i think… i think i want to help people, protect them. especially those that i love."
with each year passing, you noticed that noritoshi was putting more and more distance between the two of you. at first you'd brushed it off as the stress of his training and number of classes he was attending. but as you spent less and less time together, the weight of the situation didn’t escape you. he was easily irritable, cold and arrogant, often rude towards employees of the kamo estate. every now and then when you’d scold him for being an asshole, he’d simply scoff at you and haughtily ask you how it was any of your business. you sighed, tossing and turning in your bed as you thought about how much noritoshi had changed. it kept you up at night, just thinking about how he wasn’t your ‘toshi anymore. you didn’t know this person. ‘toshi was always gentle and kind, he tended to overthink many things and sometimes he was a little bit of a crybaby but you still loved him regardless. you sneaked out of your room, finally mustering up enough courage to ask your mother for advice. the thought of her discovering your blooming crush on noritoshi was scaring you. your parents were wary around the kamos despite working from them - even more so ever since noritoshi’s mother left and the elders had free reign over her son.
“noritoshi! noritoshi, stop walking away from me! hey, i’m talking to you!” you yelled frustrated as you were trying to keep up with him. noritoshi was crossing the garden in long strides, it was nearly impossible to stop him as you couldn’t catch up to him. you lunged forward, getting hold of his sleeve and tugged him back harshly. noritoshi yanked his arm out of your grip, glaring at you annoyed.
“what do you want from me? i have better things to do than to quibble with you,” he hissed irritated. you couldn’t believe him, he had the nerve to dismiss you like this when he was in the wrong?
“you know exactly what i want from you! you can’t just go around and talk to people like you did before just because they’re not from a reputable family! noritoshi, you’re not any better than them just because your last name is kamo.”
as much as noritoshi scared you, you stood your ground. you knew he didn’t take you serious, not with the amused look he gave you. in the past month or two, noritoshi was suddenly hit by a growth spurt - you barely reached his shoulder now and he took advantage of that to mock you, often treating you like an armrest. he pat your head condescendingly, pouting at you in fake regret. “aw, did i hurt your feelings? did i make itty bitty little y/n sad?” he mocked you, before abruptly grabbing your cheeks to make you look at him. “i don’t care what you think of me, cry all you want. i strongly suggest you hold that sharp tongue of yours if you know what’s good. know your place.”
tears filled your eyes; noritoshi had never talked to you this way. what has gotten into him? your heart broke in pieces, unable to take the pain any longer. you were no longer his equal but below him, much like everyone else.
“mum?” you cautiously knocked at the door of her study, waiting for her response. your mother was most likely still awake and dealing with paperwork like she usually did. upon hearing the affirmative noise she made, you flitted inside, closing the door behind you so your father didn’t catch any wind of this. it was already embarrassing enough and you were sure your mother could offer you better advice. you gingerly took a seat on the armchair, grabbing a pillow and hugging it close to your body. how were you going to approach this? hey mum, i have a crush on noritoshi and he’s weird to me now and i don’t know why? uh yeah mum, i caught feelings for the guy you warned me about and now i look like a fool crawling up to you like this?
“it’s about noritoshi, isn’t it?” your mother interrupted your stream of thought, spinning her swivel chair towards you.
“huh? oh no it isn’t, why would it be? i have-”
“y/n.”
“ugh okay fine, maybe it is about him,” you sighed defeated, of course she would look right through you. she always seemed to know what you were thinking, even when you hadn’t confided in her before. “but promise me you won’t judge me!” the look in your mother’s eyes told you that she was going to judge you regardless but you knew she meant well - she simply wanted the best for you.
“i- i just don’t understand why he’s been such a pain in the ass lately. and he’s been treating everyone like dirt too, including me! mum, he’s becoming someone else and i… i don’t know what to do,” you sniffled inconsolably, wiping at your eyes with the sleeves of your sweater. she wasn’t supposed to see you getting emotional. “he’s always busy and when we do get to see each other, he doesn’t want to spend time with me. what if he doesn’t like me anymore? and i don’t like how he’s treating you! it’s the same issue with the elders, they don’t know any human decency at all!”
your mother motioned you to scoot over a little and sat next to you, wrapping her arms around you and patting your back to console you. while she meant well, it accomplished the opposite - you broke down in tears, unable to stop your sobs. “i just want my ‘toshi back,” you whimpered upset, burying your face in the pillow to muffle the sound of you crying. “i know you didn’t like that i became good friends with him but i couldn’t help it and i just really like him and- you weren’t supposed to find that out.”
“sweetheart, i know you love noritoshi,” she handed you a tissue. “you let a lot more on than you were aware of; dad and me always knew you were in love with him.” as if on cue, your sobbing stopped and you just looked at her in disbelief. she knew. she knew. you wanted the earth to swallow you whole. “i think it was always pretty obvious, to be honest. you always looked at him as if he was your entire world and no matter what happened, you were always by his side. i know it’s hard to accept when a dear friend is changing but sometimes you just have to, right? both of you are still growing, there’s no way of telling how your personalities change.”
“but i don’t want him to change like this,” you protested stubbornly, glaring at her. she was talking about it as if it was a matter of simply discarding a bad apple in the trash. it wasn’t easy and it made you anxious. you grew up together, shared secrets and memories. he was the person you’d always looked up to.
“y/n.” your mother sounded stern but you didn’t back down, not yet. “is it really worth it? if a person is changing so rapidly and you’re not getting through to them, you’ll have to let it go. there’s only so much you can do. people grow apart sometimes, it’s only natural. you have to let go of them, temporarily, so you both can heal and grow. y/n, i know you’re being stubborn about this but you’ll have to let him figure things out on his own. fate has curious ways to bring people back together.”
when the time came, noritoshi left to attend the kyoto metropolitan curse tech school without telling you a word. you were disappointed, apparently you weren’t worth saying goodbye to. whatever his reason was, it must’ve been pretty important. important enough to forget the promise that you’d always stay in contact. you wondered whether he'd change again, for the better maybe? maybe you would reconcile when you could finally attend the school as well and train together. you were excited to show him your sword skills, having received your family's heirloom, an elegant steel blue sword. though your skills probably weren’t up to par with the other students, you still wanted to show them off, show him what you’d learned in the year that you spent apart.
noritoshi had changed but not for the better. holy shit, did he get on your nerves. the first time he'd practiced with you, you realized that he had mutated into an insufferable know-it-all. he would give you backhanded compliments or make snide remarks about your posture, how you were supposed to hold your sword, how inefficient your fighting style was. sometimes you wished you could just beat him for once and have him shut up. there was no denying though, noritoshi was way too strong and you had a long way to go. judging from the reactions of the others, barely anyone had beat him either.
and just like that, your feelings for him were buried. you’d taken your mother’s advice to heart, keeping conversations and interactions with him to a minimum but somehow noritoshi always found his way to you. he was everywhere and a quarrel was inevitable. noritoshi got under your skin and he knew how to push your buttons. why he chose to pick on you was beyond your comprehension; he didn’t pay much attention to the other students nor was he particularly liked by them. just how much was he going to get on everyone else’s nerves? out of all the second years, todo aoi was the most amicable; you had the (dis)pleasure to run into him on your first day and for some reason, he took a liking to you. while he was loud and boisterous, mostly doing whatever he wanted, you couldn’t deny that he was a good friend. even though he didn’t care about anyone as much as he cared about takada-chan. at one point, he’d looked at you in sympathy when he caught you staring at noritoshi, patting your shoulder (too forceful): “i’m sorry, y/n, i’m so sorry.”
you still didn’t know what he meant by that.
ps.: todo knows and he’s kinda judging you for your taste in men
#jujutsu kaisen#kamo noritoshi#noritoshi#noritoshi x reader#kamo noritoshi x reader#noritoshi kamo#noritoshi kamo x reader#noritoshi x you#kamo noritoshi x you#noritoshi kamo x you#noritoshi kamo imagines#kamo noritoshi imagines#jujutsu kaisen imagines#noritoshi imagines#fic: sanguine#writing#my writing has gotten SO incredibly rusty i literally only know how to write academic papers anymore bc that's all i do in my everyday life#it makes me speechless to see all the love on my previous sukuna fic and i'm so glad people are enjoying it#hey if you're lurking in the tags thank you for reading i really appreciate it! pls stay hydrated
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kismet
pairing: michael myers x reader
soulmate au; soulmates that make choices for each other.
part two!
"Bro. I got this bitch ass pimple on my face - what should I do?"
soulmate chooses: let it do it's thing.
"What a bitch. When i meet my soulmate I'm gonna fucking punch 'em in the fucking neck." You sigh, then snicker right after - "If i can even reach them."
Usually, you start off your day with a huge huff of cocaine and a box of Kelloggs™ cereal with the milk with the purple lid. Just kidding! You don't eat Kelloggs, instead, you eat Lucky Charms! Mostly for the marshmellows. Anyways.
You get dressed. Having been naked and looking at yourself in the bathroom mirror, contemplating on whether popping the 3 pimples on your face - one above your eyebrow, very - not visible. Another on your cheekbone - the other on your nose. You popped the one on your nose and washed your face, yesterday, so two pimples.
Anyways. You dress in regular jeans, pull over a plain grey t-shirt over your head, and slip on some socks, then your sneakers, then a hoodie. You checked over yourself and decide you look hot as fuck, and step to your bed, pull off your phone from your charger, shove that bitch in your pocket - and leave.
soulmate chooses: take a bus to school.
"Awh! They care about me <33."
"Hm." You look over the choices you get to pick - buy a donut or have a balanced breakfast.
"Haha!" You laugh, clicking on the 'balanced breakfast'. "Homeboy gonna eat good tonight. Whether they fucking like it or not."
You exit your home, keys in your pocket, and a lollipop in your mouth. You totally forgot to the brush your teeth, but gurgled some mouthwash hoping it would be enough.
You jog towards the bus, enter said bus, and sat next to your friend.
"Hey, kiddo." She waved. Neon pink hair clashed with black hair as it fell over her left blue eye, a major contrast to her paper white skin. She wore a black hoodie with some red symbol, something to do with creepypasta, black pants with large rips, fishnet tights under, and regular ol converse. Red, to be exact. Converse Chucks, to be exact.
"Shut the fuck up, don't call me that." You pull out your phone and lean down, entering your password as the bus begun to move.
"Ah, babygirl, you know that turns me on, aha - " She bites her lip and rubs her hand together like she was rubbing in hand sanitizer.
"Ah, right. I love you."
"Ew." Cheesebird laughed. Some random ass nickname you gave her because she didn't like her name.
soulmate chooses; go to classes
"Ugh." You roll your eyes - had thought about skipping class.
You look over your choices. steal a car, or walk.
Well. You don't want your soulmates feet to hurt.. so. Steal a car.
After the bus pulls up to the school, you exit with Cheesebird. You're a Senior in highschool.
You enter first period. Homeroom.
You sit in your assigned seat, thankfully, next to Cheesebird. You two discreetly passed notes, never getting caught - only once by a substitute.
"Hey, so, i know a neat place to go trick-or-treating. You up for it?" Cheesebird asked, placing her Gir themed backpack next to her feet, under the piss yellow desk -
You shrug. The day carrying on, kind've. You're in fourth period. Gym, when Cheesebird asked you the question again.
"Honestly, I'm thinking of starting in tonight. I have this fucking weird ass bad feeling.." You rub your bare arms, feeling unusually comfortable in the red booty shorts the gym made you wear.
"I can respect that. After i get all my candy, I'm gonna dip over to your house, is that okay?" Cheesebird asked, fiddling with a lollipop stick. She ate the lollipop already, stealing it from someone's backpack because of her soulmates choice - so the stick acted as a candy cigarette of some sort.
"Yeah, that's chill. What are you gonna be?" You swing your legs back and forth. Ankles crashing against the bleachers, giving you a dull pain.
"I'm gonna be a goblin. You know, if i were to guess what you were going to be, you would be a fucking astomi. Cause like, I'm gonna be a goblin.. and you're basically a goblin.. and i don't like talking.. except like, with you." Cheesebird explained awkwardly. She begun to chew on her lollipop stick.
"Yeah, i got it." You chuckle.
soulmate chooses: apple, water, and chicken nuggets.
"Oh, sick." You nodded.
"Oh, did your soulmate choose something? What was chosen your majesty?" Cheesebird asked.
"I got chicken nuggets for lunch. Want them?" You ask, looking over the freshmen that chose to play volleyball on one side, and basketball on the other.
You turn to Cheesebird, watching her eyes peek up.
Her eyes flick to you, and she nods with a smile, "Thanks bro!"
"Ah, yeah." You breathe, "No problem."
You look over your choices. clever or chef's knife.
You make a look, furrowing your eyebrows and jerking your head back slightly before choosing chef's knife.
"Another? What'd you choose?"
"My choices were clever or chef's knife." You tell her with confidence.
"Holy shit - your soulmate is a cooker! Lucky.. mines a fucking idiot."
You snort. "Lucky you.. mine could also be a murderer." You shrug.
"Hot." Cheesebird wiggles her eyebrows at you. "Oh, dude! Remember that guy - Boogeyman of Haddonfield?"
"Yeah."
"Dude, they say he escaped some institution! They might cancel Halloween cause of his bitch-ass." Cheesebird rolled her eyes and leaned back.
"Ah, what a fuck. If it actually gets cancelled, you wanna come over and watch some movies? Maybe order some pizza?" You offer.
"Oh fuck yeah man! Thanks." Cheesebird laughed, clapping you on the shoulder once.
"No problem!" You say enthusiastically, punching Cheesebird on her bare upper arm.
"Ow! Fuck.. you whore." Cheesebird sucked in a breath.
You laugh, quieting down and patting ehr on the thigh. "Wanna go to the lockers? It's almost time to go. Like, 15 more minutes.." You say absentmindedly, gazing at the red blinking numbers.
"Oh yeah. Let's go." Cheesebird was ready to hop off. You count down to 3 to 1 and jump off the bleachers with Cheesebird, jogging across the court and entering the locker room.
soulmate chooses: wash face
I didn't even do shit, though? You shrug off the thoughts and get undressed after putting in the combination for your little locker. After shoving your gym clothes into said locker, you pull on your clothes, slipping on your shoes easily and picking up your backpack. You jog over to the bathrooms, go to the nearest sink, and splash your face.
You look up - the choices; grab a water or get a beer.
You choose water. Gotta stay healthy.
You wait by the gym doors for Cheesebird. And, hooray! She comes. Don't take that out of context.
Lunch speeds by. So do your classes. After school, you walk home with Cheesebird and say your goodbyes. You pull out your keys, inserting the key and unlocking the door.
You enter, closing the door behind you. You toss the keys on the stand next to the door and kick off your shoes, throwing off your backpack and jogging to the living room. You recieve a call from your mom. Saying that she was gonna be late. Maybe coming in around midnight or even later.
soulmate chooses: order pizza.
"hey cool."
And, you do just that. You call some pizza place with breadsticks, grab some money from your room and jog back downstairs. You watch Adam Sandler movies while you wait for the pizza.
The doorbell rings after 15 minutes of waiting. You jump up and run to the door. Opening it and seeing a cute pizza boy.
"Thanks." He salutes, recieving a tip from you.
You call back a 'no problem' and shut the door, placing the pizza on the table in front of the couch. You lie down, pulling a blanket over you.
soulmate chooses: take a nap.
You feel so.. tired now. Fuck it. Let's go to sl-
You awake. The T.V. off, lights out, and warm-ish pizza. You were obviously disoriented. You go to pull out your phone from your back pocket once you sit up.
The brightness blinds you - you quickly put it at a lower brightness.
You yawn, vision vlurry before it subsides and you quickly look over your notifications. A text from your mom 'hey honey, gona b stayin l8r than usual luv u'. You smile, rubbing your eyes and holding your phone with one hand.
You stand, flashing your flashlight. You drop your phone - gazing at the large figure in front of you.
"Who.. are you?" You take an anxious step back, you can feel a stream of cold sweat stream down the side of your head - from your temple. It was fucking disgusting. So.. so dark.
You see the glint from his hand - a knife. A knife. A knife. A knife. He has a knife. He has a knife. He has a knife. Run. Go. Run. Go. Go. Through the backdoor. Now. Fucking GO!
You turn on your heel and bolt through the living room and through the kitchen. Why did you even fucking ask that? 'Who are you' - like?? You don't know him, and he's in your house. Like?? You should've just pulled a knife. Just kidding! You would've been too fucking pussy to do that :\
You inhale and exhale heavily - otherwise known as breathing. You were really close to hyperventilating - but somehow, you slow down your breaths as you quietly slip through the backdoor.
All you wanted to do - you sob in your mind, was eat some fucking pizza - you heave, as you shuffle towards the backyard entrance, that lead to the front yard. And maybe watch some fucking pornhub.. all my plans.. ruined.
soulmate chooses: go back inside your house.
You choke. Eyes growing uncomfortably hot, your bottom jaw trembled as you clench your arms, hugging yourself. Was this - this fucking stalker your soulmate?
You did have control of your body as you calmly walk back through the gate. Your eyes well up, tears blurring your vision. You wipe the tears away and wipe them on your hoodie harshly. You trace therock trail that lead around the corner of your home.
You enter through the backdoor. Closing it behind you gently. You huff, and turn around.
You immediately make eye contact with large breasts that were covered by a dark blue fabric. A zipper in the middle and a single pocket.
"So.." You begin; voice cracking. You feel your face grow hot out of embarrassment. After clearing your throat and looking into the black holes of the mask that mocked a human face, covering the whole ass fuckin head of the tall, buff male, you instantly feel small. You rub your hands together, clenching your hoodie in your hands now.
"Uh.. what's uh - what's your name?" You come to a realization of how fucking stupid that was. Asking a large scary man what his name was - he's your soulmate! A part of you pleaded for some reason. Anyways, we live for the confidence.
You gawk at the man - wasn't he "Michael Myers? Killed - killed.. four teens back in -" you couldn't remember the year. All you could honestly think about the man that was looming over you threateningly. Where the FUCK was your mom?!?
He painstakingly slowly brought up a hand, and dropped it onto your shoulder. You feel tears well up in your eyes once more as you shake under his hold.
"H - hey.. aren't we uh.. soulmates? Sh - should you really be h - HOLDING me that tight?!" You squeak, now trying to pull away. "I'm - not fucking going anywhere - "
The Boogeyman brought up his other hand and let the hand fall on your other shoulder, the hold gradually getting tighter.
You could barely see his actual eyes, due to the not-so-bright moonlight. Despite this, you see some irises..
"I - i.. I go to school.. " You blurt, "I - I have a f - family."
He didn't respond. You get anxious quite quickly due to the circumstances. You feel your eyes well up as he fucking gripe you tighter before picking you up and throwing you over your shoulder like a dead body. His actions were clear - they said 'you aren't fucking getting away'.
He held you with one arm, caging you in over his shoulder. You sob softly, but couldn't help but admire his nice ass as he walked towards the front door.
what's to become of me?
You thought. You couldn't scream - could you?
You couldn't believe you missed Halloween for this shit. You could still see some kids - they would probably run away due to their fragility.
Fuck this. We are not fucking dying. We're soulmates. But what kind of fucking soulmates does this shit? I wish my soulmate was Adam Sandler.
michael: you the bitch thats been making HEALTHY decisions for me??
you: no..?
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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 13
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TWs/Summary: In this house, we ship Reader/Tony's Rolls-Royce. Reader and Tony being dorks on a date. That's it that's the chapter. Lots of sass and Tony being Tony.
A question for my readers: Are you still invested? How's the slow burn? Is everything realistic? 👉🏻👈🏻🥺
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"Nice digs, Cupcake."
"Nice ride, Tin Man."
The sass fell from my lips, warm and familiar, paving the way for our upcoming debut like the old, soft living room rug. Any awkwardness I had expected there to be left the moment I saw Tony pull up to my front gate in his Royce: the man was just that extra. The size of my estate, the five-figure outfit of mine - it paled in comparison to his own clout.
In a world where my choices were usually distributed between stuck-up rich boys or insecure middle-class men, Tony was a fresh drink of water with his absolute indifference towards my and his own net worth.
I wasn't afraid to admire said ride, either. Being a huge petrolhead was what got me interested in engineering, physics and computer sciences in the first place. The desire for speed grew into thirst for knowledge: how to get more horsepower, how to tune, how to mod. No mechanic took an eighteen year old rich-girl seriously even when I had all the lingo right, I had to be a step ahead, at all times, if I wanted my ride to be the best. And I never settled for less than that.
"No driver?" I inquired for the reason behind the unusual behaviour. After all, a Rolls' wasn't the kind of car you drive personally. All the amenities it had, it had in the back.
"Gave Happy a day off," Tony remarked absently. I noticed the small quirk of his eyebrow, however. He was intrigued.
I decided to give it a shot. "So what, this thing packs, what, about five-fifty horses?" I mused, watching Tony nearly swerve into the opposite lane. "At two and a half tons, it's still gotta be pretty quick with that V12-turbo. How fast it go?" The satisfaction was immeasurable, as pleasant to my soul as sitting in a heated leather chair with the smell of a new car, engine quietly rumbling in front of me. And by quietly I mean, it was focus-or-you'll-miss-it kind of quiet.
"Well aren't you full of surprises, baby girl," Tony grinned; a happy, excited grin even. It made his face lose ten years of age just like that. "Zero to sixty in five and a half seconds," He said after a moment.
"Not bad," I said, sounding impressed. I already knew that but I wasn't planning on robbing Tony out of well deserved praise for his choice in vehicles.
"Got a ride of your own?" He asked with a smile, like he didn't know it already. No background check would have skipped my three speeding tickets, but I concur. This game was fun.
"I do, actually. It's a 2008 Range Rover. Supercharged," I added in the end, just to emphasise.
"A big car for such a little girl," Tony whistled playfully.
"I'm compensating," I deadpanned. "I'm a little slow on the uptake, y'know, so my Rangie with five hundred horses makes up for it. Gotta keep it balanced."
Tony chewed on his lip. "Five hundred? Haven't heard about that, it comes with three-ninety-five in stock," His eyebrow wiggled. "Tuned it?" He cast me a contemplative glance.
"Yup," I exclaimed happily. As far as the date, I would have been utterly ecstatic to talk about cars all evening. Screw the boring "where do you see yourself in five years" questions, talk to me about your favourite engine swaps. Concept cars, give me those. Monster trucks? Yes, please. Vintage low-riders? Couldn't wait to get my grubby little hands on one. Gimmee!
Tony kept his silence and kept his press smile starting the moment we set foot on getting out of the car. The place he'd taken me to was ridiculously upscale and fancy; the valet hesitated only for a second before catching the keys Tony so carelessly tossed in his direction. There was almost no fear in his body language when the boy approached the massive, expensive vehicle.
The hostess smiled big at Tony and gave me the world's biggest stink-eye when he looked the other way but what else is new? As soon as she left us in the privacy of our booth, I didn't hesitate to stick my tongue at her retreating back. A brief lapse in maturity, if you will.
Tony cackled, growing suddenly serious. "Did she bother you? I can get her fired. I should get her fired."
"Nah," I shrugged. "Don't really care, just wanted to showcase my amazing sense of humour." Snorting, I gave Tony a wink and a secretive grin.
"You really don't give a fuck, do you," His eyebrows twitched again, a sign of mild interest that I noted during our routine sciencing time together. Tony was incredibly expressive if one took the time to observe.
"I could suck your dick under the table right now," I answered honestly. "It's just that when God gave out things like dignity and shame, I wasn't home. Too many fun things to do, y'know," I spoke as casually as I could even though I was dying of laughter inside.
Eyes bulging, jaw hanging mid-way to the floor. Tony was serving Looks™ and I didn't mean just the white tee and purple blazer combo. "Princess, you're going to be the fucking death of me!" He took a sip from his water glass, smirking.
Finally releasing my mirth, I gathered my hands in a lock in front of me. His own, warm and calloused, reached over - I allowed the brief intimacy, clasping them, fiddling with the leather band of his watch. For a moment, it was just us, sitting in the dim light, discovering each other anew to Robert Johnson singing the blues and NYC bustling with life just behind the wall.
The waiter took our orders - and if I totally butchered the Italian, Tony was gentleman enough not to make any remarks.
"Somehow, every time I am with you, you both manage to meet my expectations to a T and surprise me at the same time," I wasn't able to completely ignore my nerves. My hand was still loosely in his and he didn't mind at all, me messing with his watch.
"How so?"
"I'm going to loosely quote someone, bear with me." Mr Davies's words popped into my mind just as I was wondering how to best articulate my feelings. "You're eccentric and interesting because it's, well, it's you, because it would be much weirder if we'd be sitting here and making boring small-talk and asking each other the genetic get-to-know-you questions," I briefly paused to sip my Dom Peringon and stare at our hands. Gathering my wits. "That would be why I don't do dates. It sounds so tedious on paper, just sorting through people until a person that's not absolutely mind-numbing comes around."
Tony was silent for a moment, the sheen of his eyes, the faraway look; he was lost in memories. Probably remembering all the girls he had charmed before. I didn't doubt it was easy for him: his smile was distracting and people usually were attracted to shiny things. He shone plenty. Also, most people were stupid, they never cared to look past the golden wrapper. I was convinced there was a diamond under it. But then again, I was biased.
"I've never thought about it that way, but I guess you're right," He finally said, serious. "With Pepper, at least, it was. Come to think of it, we never had that much in common, besides Stark Industries and her willingness to put up with my shit." It was painful for him to talk about her, that much was obvious. His laugh was forced and sardonic.
I, on the other hand, never understood why they got together in the first place. Or maybe I did - but the cold, composed Pepper and the chaotic, energetic Tony reminded me too much of my own parents. All four people in this fucked up equation could have been much happier if they choose... What? Being alone? That was terrifying, too.
I kept quiet, giving his hands a gentle squeeze.
"You know, this is so bizarre. Even an eighteen year old kid has got it figured out," He suddenly said, his tone bitter like the coffee that he loved.
"Woah, slow down," I put up a hand. "I never said I know what to do. I just said I know what NOT to do." The 'kid' remark would have made me eye-roll so hard my skull would crack any day. In this context, however, it was pretty spot on.
Tony snorted. "And how did you come by that information, pray tell, Baby?"
I huffed. "Have you met my parents?" We simultaneously cringed and I hurried to erase that mental image. "I make fun of myself for being into old dudes all the time," I made air quotes around the phrase that made Tony scoff, "But, honestly speaking, I've never even been on a date. Like a real one. Usually it's twenty minutes and I'm falling asleep mid-conversation. People can't seem to keep up with me or something," I felt genuinely dejected. "So many meaningless questions, so many downright idiotic comments. From men," I pointed out the obvious. "My mother used to tell me she thought I was gay because I didn't act like a girl... Whatever that means."
"That sounds pretty shitty," Tony was studying me like one would have been looking at an exotic animal in a zoo. "That said, I agree."
"That I don't act like a girl?" I teased him, the left corner of my mouth tilting upward. "Fuck that noise. I want to drive fast cars, drink straight liquor and have orgasms. If that makes me a dude... I look pretty good for a dude in a dress."
We laughed in unison, tension evaporating under the shared, mutual understanding. With Tony, it was easy. The waiter brought our selected dishes. Blink-and-he's-gone. Top notch service.
"A dude in a dress, can't say I'm surprised 'bout your lack of dates," He remarked conversationally, happily digging into his food. The noises he made were intriguing, to say the least, and I followed suit on my own food, finding it absolutely delicious. A delicious meal with a delicious man at my side. I refused to feel guilty about my thoughts.
"I guess I have exactly one (1) date on my ledger now," I raised my argument.
The fork clattered as Tony once again, came to a sudden realization. "Holy shit, you weren't kidding."
"No shit," I gave into the urge to roll my eyes. "But on the upside, my first date was with the most gorgeous, intelligent and witty bachelor of the city. I'd say I don't have it all that bad," I quirked an eyebrow at him.
"Aw, you're making me blush," Tony recovered quickly, grinning. "And don't be shy. The most desired bachelor of the country, if not the world."
I shook my head. "No, the world's most delectable bachelor is one of the Saudi princes. What's-his-name, the one who posts goat and horse pics on Insta," I snapped my fingers a couple of times, trying to remember the name as Tony looked at me all offended. "Anyways, you get my point. I could have a go at him, don't you think?" Cocking my shoulder, coyly twirling the strap of my dress, I gave Tony my best come-hither look and was rewarded with an appreciative once-over. His eyes were growing hungry again.
"You're a million dollar baby," He finally said, voice low. "And the extent of people I would be willing to share you with is very small."
That got me interested, sudden heat prickling underneath my skin. The conversation took a turn I didn't expect it to; and there lied the delight of being around Tony. He was always ready to surprise, in the best way. "Tell me," I requested politely.
"That's a conversation for another time," He was enjoying the chit-chat, desire beginning to creep into his features.
"Mmm, you think?" I allowed the strap of my dress to slip down my shoulder, exposing a collarbone, showing him just how far I was willing to go to satisfy my curiosity.
He swallowed audibly. "I think... You're smart enough to figure it out," He finally gritted his teeth, finishing off his dinner and immediately calling for the check.
I wasn't done yet, however. The possibility of riling him up, taunting him into a lustful frenzy - I was in heaven. Karma had favoured me that evening, it had given me a chance to get Tony back for all the times he unknowingly made my mouth water and my brain go blip. "Must be Steve then," I bit my lip in thought.
Honestly? I was as clueless as the couple next table over. Steve it wasn't, that much I knew for sure, he and Tony had their little love/hate dramatic connection that always ended in a massive ego standoff. Tony would be on the frontline fighting against Steve if the blonde dared to show anything even remotely resembling romantic interest towards someone Tony himself had his eyes on.
"Princess," Tony growled, sarcastically raising an eyebrow.
"Not Steve," I replied, cracking a smile. Success! "You know, I'm really bad at guessing who's into me. Unless someone is balls deep in me," My face was mere inches away as we quickly shrugged on our coats. "And even then, I can't be sure."
My giggling was accompanied by Tony shaking his head in exasperated fashion; he took my hand nonetheless and I happily swayed it between us, poster child for "not a care in the world". He allowed it, maintaining the same exasperated air about him, and I let him. Fondness and happiness seeped through that anyways.
"Brat," His voice was kind. And his kiss tingled where he left it on the corner of my mouth, sweet and short. "Here, have a go," Before I could react, the keys to his Rolls Royce were placed in my palm and he was making his way around the car to the passenger's side.
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teachers - aizawa shouta x fem!reader
A/N: this gets a bit heated, so if you’re not comfy with that you can skip this :)
⇥ warning: light nsfw, both teachers, getting caught
You were getting more and more annoyed with the second, seeing Ms Joke that close to Shouta, your partner. Ms Joke was at UA today to talk about some hero things with the students. The students didn't notice anything, but she kept making flirty jokes towards Shouta and moved closer to him with the second.
(I love Ms Joke fhdjd, but i needed someone just bear with me-)
Now you weren't a jealous type, but right now you were about to lose your shit. It was lunch break and you all were in the teacher room. The thing is, she didn't leave him alone and he didn't do anything about it, well he didn't even notice it to start with in the first place, but you didn't know that.
''Excuse me.'' You said angrily and walked out of the teachers room, not noticing that Shouta was following you.
''Y/n get your ass back here.'' He said with a grin, noticing you were jealous. ''No why would I.'' You mumbled. ''Is someone jealoussss?'' He teased you. ''And what if I am? She just stood there flirting with you and you didn't do anything.'' You said and started walking faster, the hallways were pretty quiet since it was lunch break, so you wouldn't have to worry about the students.
''Y/n!'' He said and you ignored him. When you thought that he finally left you alone, you felt his scarf wrapping around you and him pulling you closer. He grabbed your hips and pushed you against the wall behind you.
''Now don't go ignoring me kitten.'' He whispered in your ear and looked you in the eyes, making shivers go down your body. ''Yeah that's right, just wait and see what will happen tonight.'' He said and started placing kisses in your neck. ''S Shouta don't... We're in school.'' You mumbled and bit your lip. ''You didn't seem to care about that when you were ignoring me.'' He whispered and his hands traveled down your body. ''I I'm sorry I'll make it up to you tonight.'' You whimpered and he hummed in response, looking at you.
You looked him in the eyes and knew you were getting it tonight. He slowly leaned in and you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer. He kissed you gently and held your hips tighter, you melted in his touch. After a while he asked for permission and you gave it, your tongues started fighting for dominance and you held on to his back.
''Holy shit..'' Kaminari whispered. ''Aren't that Aizawa sensei and l/n sensei?'' Sero asked, making you and Shouta pull back real quick. You let him go and he let his scarf fall of you, loosening his grip on your hips. You caught your breathe and looked at him with a ''what the fuck do we do now'' look.
The students didn't know anything about your relationship, so this was a shock to them and to find their teachers in that state was just a bigger shock. Just when you thought it couldn't get worse, you realize it weren't only Kaminari and Sero, but it was the whole class. You really did fuck up.
''Look guys, we can explain.'' I said quickly, getting away from him. ''Are you guys together?'' Uraraka asked and you looked at Shouta, who just nodded at you. ''Yeah we are and I'm so sorry you guys had to witness that.'' You said while blushing, it was just like you were a teen again, that got caught for doing things she shouldn't.
''There's no way Aizawa sensei got with you!'' Mineta said and you send him a death glare. ''Look, if I wasn't your teacher, you would have turned intro raisins, instead of grapes.'' You said, never liking when anyone talked down on Shouta.
The whole class laughed at that and you relaxed a bit, feeling Shouta hug you from behind. ''Okay but you guys are really cute together!'' Mina said excitedly, you were so glad that your class didn't really mind what just happened. The only thing that sucked, was the fact that the fact that you guys were together spread trough the whole school.
Bonus :
''I can't believe we got caught.'' You giggled and played with his hair, while he was laying on your lap. ''Yeah I would have never guessed it would feel like we were in high school sneaking around again.'' He says and laughs. ''It was your fault to begin with!'' You giggled. ''You asked for it.'' He said and winked at you. ''Shouta you’re an idiot sometime.'' You smiled. ''Yeah and you love me.'' He said and placed a kiss on your hand.
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Closer
request: Could you please write a picture w prompts 3,10,11,17 (Second list) for Sinan? maybe with y/n staying at his house until later, talking and drinking, so she decides to ask if he really likes her
tag list: @sinanfails @zaynlikfalls @wwafangirld
prompts used: 3. sometimes i wonder if you even like me...it sure feels like you hate me most of the time. 10. did i do something? 11. you don’t know what you do to me, do you? 17. how can you drink that stuff?
When you first met Sinan, you two were late to class and your teacher wouldn’t allow you to come in. On any normal day, you would have probably skipped school and he would have gone to the infirmary to sleep, but your teacher sent you two to the library to help to place books on the shelves.
It was a boring task, and you wouldn't do it all on your own. So you woke him up from his slumber over a desk and after a few minutes, you two started talking, creating a small bond in the next days.
You weren't sure how, but that bond slowly deteriorated.
It started with a few things, like not talking as much as you did, him continuing to isolate himself as usual and you spending more time with school and other things. But you did your best to continue talking to him, making sure that he ate something most days and that he slept as much as he needed.
Then the whole expulsion thing happened and every time you were in the same room, he would just ignore everything you said or make one of his snarky comments that left you confused and, to be honest, hurt. You tried to convince yourself that Sinan was always like that, but you still wanted answers.
It didn't help that once you started a conversation with him it would only end up in a fight.
Right now, you were biting the inside of your cheek sending daggers at the boy who only continued with his lunch, the rest glancing at the two of you to see how you would react after what he had said.
"I'm going to the bathroom." You mumbled, grabbing your bag angrily before walking away.
Eda punched Sinan's arm. "God, you're such an idiot!"
She stood up from her seat on the bench before following you, Sinan only rolling his eyes while Işik sighed.
"I'm gonna head out too." She said. She waited a few seconds to decipher the boys gaze before continuing. "That was a really rude thing to say, Sinan."
"Really shitty.” Osman added.
The boy only scoffed before taking a long sip of his flask. On the other hand, you were walking in the halls with Eda, stopping once you heard Işik approaching both of you.
"(Y/N)! Wait, listen..." She started, taking a deep breath while gathering her thoughts. "I don't know why he said that..."
"Well, I do." Eda interrupted her. "He's an asshole, everybody knows that."
You pursed your lips into a tight line, mindlessly pulling at a loose thread on your shirt. "I know but..."
"He has a crush on you!" Işik blurted out, her cheeks a bit red like she was nervous and her eyes slightly widened.
You furrowed your brows at her words. "Işik...what did you just say?"
Eda parted her lips to talk, but no words came out, obviously in shock as well.
Işik fumbled with her hands, scrambling over her words trying to find the right ones to explain herself from her sudden outburst. "Well, Sinan...he might uh-he may have a small crush on you."
"People who have crushes on other people don't treat them like Sinan treats (Y/N)." Eda remarked raising a brow.
"I don't know." The blonde girl mumbled. "I think he's just nervous around you, and he doesn't really know how to act." She continued with her rant.
As much as you tried not to, your cheeks reddened slightly, even if it was stupid that Sinan could have a crush on you. There was no way he did.
"That doesn't mean he gets to treat me like that." You rolled your eyes. "The next time he does, I swear I'll..."
"Just." Işik tried the last time. "I know it's hard, but it's harder for him. I don't think he's used to having someone who cares for him."
It could be true. You knew everything that had happened with his parents and how he seemed disappointed in humans. But still, while one side of you was euphoric because holy shit, he had a crush on you and you had always thought he was kinda cute and smart, on the other hand, he had been acting like a brat to you the last days.
There wasn't any way you could avoid him, always ending up at his house with the rest to discuss something for the plan. You didn't even care right now, still angry because of the last "conversation" you had had with the boy.
But still, you couldn't help your surprise when he suddenly grabbed your arm to hold you back while the rest left.
"Can we talk?" He asked nervously, his voice almost shaky. "Please." He added.
You pursed your lips, taking your arm out of his grasp to cross them over your chest. "Fine. What do you want?" You snapped.
He swallowed hard, his gaze on the floor before he finally looked up at you. "Uh, do you want something to drink?"
You thought about it for a moment, almost chuckling at how polite he was acting all of a sudden but you resisted it. "What have you got?"
You followed him into the kitchen, almost gasping as soon as he opened his fridge. "Jesus fuck, you don't stop, do you?" You asked sarcastically trying to count the many bottles of beer and whiskey inside.
You weren't looking at him but could feel the eye roll he was emitting. Trying to stop stalling and get to the point, you grabbed the only bottle of wine he had.
"How can you drink that stuff?" He asked incredulously handing you a glass.
You only shrugged, slowly pouring it trying not to spill anything while he grabbed a can of beer. "Why do you have it then?"
He didn't answer, almost making your heart flutter at the thought that he may have thought about you when he bought it, knowing that you only like red wine instead of vodka, whiskey, or any other alcohol.
"All right, I'll just start then." He said as you sat down on a chair next to his spot on the sofa. "...I'm sorry for what I said during lunch."
You faked being confused, your brows furrowed and your mouth slightly open. "What are you sorry for, specifically? You said a lot of things during lunch." You continued before taking a sip of your wine.
He continued fumbling with his hands, passing the can of beer from one to the other. "I'm sorry I said your only traits were being whiny and clingy. I was out of line.”
When you didn’t answer, he continued. “I don’t think you’re whiny. Or clingy. I mean, I don’t think those are your only traits but...”
“I only asked you if you were going to eat something or only drink the whole lunch.” You interrupted him, letting out a frustrated sigh in the end. “What happened to us?”
The words didn’t hit him as hard as he’d been expecting because it was true. He had been distant even if you continued spending time together, but things weren’t as they’d usually been because he was keeping something from you.
He didn’t look at you, continuing to pick at his nails. “What do you mean?”
“I mean...” You started, biting your lower lip while avoiding looking at him. “We were friends, and it was fun talking with you, but...did I do something?”
There was something in his demeanor that worried you, watching as guilt washed over him instantly by how upset you seemed.
You only continued. “At least you didn’t go full beast mode like that time Işik helped you with a test. Sometimes I wonder if you even like me...it sure feels like you hate me most of the time when you say shit like that.”
“I’m sorry.” He blurted out finally looking at you. “I...I tried telling you but I could never. Every time I try to, I fuck it up.”
You pulled your knees at your chest, your cup of wine almost empty, and Sinan leaving his flask after drinking most of it.
“It’s okay, Sinan. I know you don’t really mean it.” You reassured him, absentmindedly tapping your fingers against your knee.
Sinan eyes found yours and he nodded, the left side of his mouth curling up into a small smile and then fading. “...You don’t know what you do to me, do you?”
You felt your heart beating faster than usual. “What did you want to tell me?”
He seemed lost with words, trying to gather the courage to confess his feelings while you waited patiently.
“I like you, (Y/N)”
“Sinan, I like you.”
It was funny how earlier that day you were sending witty remarks and insults to each other and now you two had blurted out that you liked each other at the same time. But now, you could only smile softly, any trace of anger already gone.
“It’s pretty late, isn’t it?” You mumbled glancing at outside his house, the moon shining off the water, and a small glimpse of light coming from the lamppost.
“Yeah.” He nodded. “I’ll walk you home.”
Before you could argue, he stood up and began walking towards the door.
A comfortable silence settled between the two of you before you smiled softly at him. “I’m glad we fixed things. I um, wouldn’t know what to do if we continued like this.”
“Yeah, I’m glad too.” He added, a faint smile on his face.
You were truly glad because even if everything had been awful for the two of you, it seemed to be worth it now, with you holding his hand and a small blush on both your cheeks.
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Hyung Line! Reaction to you being their Soulmate
Note: The Maknae Line Reaction is already up on my page!
Requests are open!
Kim Seokjin
You had a timer on your wrist and at the young age of 12 those numbers seemed to go on forever
Even when you became older it still felt like you would only meet him when you're 56
While you didn't like it, other people were jealous of you knowing when exactly you would see your s/o
,,You don't get it. I wish I could have the whole surprise moment..."
It was also kind of sad going out and knowing that nothing would happen while all of your friends were excited of it maybe 'finally being the day'
Over the years you started to pay less and less attention to the numbers counting down
If you were also good at math you could have realised that one faithful morning you were hours away from meeting your soulmate
But of course you didn't
After not finding any milk and or cereal, you knew you had to go grocery shopping
You were grumpy af, because you didn't get to eat any breakfast
Oh well
Just as you were rounding another aisle, you crashed against something or rather someone hard
You were ready to feel the impact of your fall, but it never came
Mr.worldwidehandsome reacted with precise skills and caught you
His eyes met yours and for a few seconds the world seemed to stand still...-until both of you realised how akward the position you were in was
,,Thank you for uhm...saving me. I will try to pay attention the next time." You hung your head in shame. The blinking of zeroes brought you out of your embarassment though.
,,Yes you really should...but I'm glad that both of us didn't pay attention today" the handsome man showed you his wrist, that displayed the same number of zeroes on his skin.
,,I'm Kim Seokjin."
Kim Namjoon
The first time you noticed your soulmate connection was when you woke up with blonde/brown/black hair (whatever you don't have now)
It was shocking but you honestly didn't mind, because it didn't look bad
You were also happy to know that your soulmate existed
But that happiness ceased very quickly when you realised that the chance of actually finding that person was pretty low
Like, there are a ton of people with that hair color?!
Well anyway
One fateful day your stupid boss just fired you without a chance to explain yourself...Like, you didn't mean to set the kitchen on fire, okay?
You obviously had to go and find a new job after that
Lucky for you, it only took you 30 min of searching through the internet, to find a open spot as a make up artist at a company called Bighit
Not thinking too much about it you sent your application and one day later you had an interview
It went really good
They called you 2 hours later and told you that you got the job
Of course you did your personal happy-dance that looked more like a bird trying to fly for the first time than an actual dance whoops
At least your neighbours didn't see you
Yeah uhmmm
One week later you had your first day at work
You were nevous as fuck and everyone could see it
But they understood what you were going through so it was fine
Your new chef introduced you to Kim Namjoon, a very attractive idol that you would take care of...make up wise ofc.
Thinking about being close to him made you even more nervous and when it was time to do his make up you were shaking
Namjoon didn't even blink an eye at that. He was completely calm and just told you to breath in and out slowly
On the inside he was freaking out about how beautiful you were though
About two months later you and Namjoon were a great team and even the other members started shipping you (*cue Joonie being a blushing mess*)
Since Bighit was pretty chill about their employees having special hair colours or tatoos, you decided that you needed a change
The fact that your soulmate also shared that connection with you may have affected your choice just a liiiittle bit
You were also tired of being single so you picked a colour that would be easy to recognize and let's just say...Namjoon was not too excited about waking up with purple hair...
But at least you both instantly knew that you were soulmates, sooo yay?
+ his grumpy additude disappeared the second he saw the smile on your face. Even the teasing of his best friends couldn't tear his new mood down.
Jung Hoseok
You were a fan of BTS for about 4 months
But somehow you managed to read almost every single fanfic about Hoseok in that time
Your favorite is the one where you have that special moment during a concert
Like: your eyes met, the lights dimmed..the crowd around you got silent and all that other shit
Just basic soulmate stuff that you would never ever experience...
Hah. Joke's on you.
Okay time skip for another two months
BTS announced a Tour in your city and of course you were freaking out
Thank god you tried to save some money for a vacation...that could wait anyway.
After aggressivly typing and scrolling on your computer you actually managed to get a ticket
You may have screamed a little bit too loud but whatever, right?
The only sad thing was that you would have to go alone
Brushing that thought away, you started to think about what you would wear and need
When the day of the concert came you were r e a d y.
So ready that your dumbass somehow made it through the line and got a place in the front row
Congrats to you
You didn't realise how close you were to the stage until the boys actually stood there
Like holy shit wow omg what
The first 30 min were a mixture of happiness, crying and (let's be honest) a little bit sexual frustration
Fucking Jung Hoseok and his black clothes. Ugh.
When 'so what' came on though...Hobi stopped right infront of your corner
Obviously everyone started screaming and calling his name
But you were too lost in the moment to actually react
Maybe that's why he noticed you...
Wait what?
The crowd around you seemed to fade, the music was barely recognizable and his eyes held a unspoken story in them that you would like to explore...
At least that's what you tell everyone when they ask you about the moment you met your soulmate
But deep inside you know that no words in the world could ever describe the way you felt when his eyes met yours...because it was almost magical (at least that's what Hoseok always said)
Well anyway
After getting out of whatever trance you were stuck in, Hobi talked to the security guards
They managed to get you out of the crowd (where at least 30 girls were watching you with a jealous death stare) and get you backstage
That's where you met your sunshine loving boyfriend for the first time
Min Yoongi
You were a music producer masking your identity under the name 'saltea' (lmao you know I had to)
At first your music barely got any recognition
20 views were the maximum for you and even though it may seem like a small number to some people, you were so proud
,,Mom! It just got 23 views! That's almost a whole class!"
Big uwu energy
You obviously continued to follow your dream, even when some of your 'friends' told you that nobody would really care about your music
Well screw them because your new music video got 50 views hah!
It went on like that for another 3 years until you were 21 years old
You somehow got the offer to collab with Selena Gomez after a particular song you posted
That was when your career did a whole 360 and went 📈
People started to follow you, like your music and ask to work together (Guys I'm so sorry but tumblr says I reached a limit??!?🤡 so you'll have to deal with pics now UGHHHH WTF SEND HELP :(
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On The Street Where You Live, Part 3
Last part guys. After this I will try and work on the main story. Hope you enjoyed this crazy AU!
***
Patience stared at the bathroom wall, tears welling in her eyes.
Her period always came like clockwork, every second of the month. It was the fourteenth, and she was late. This morning she had woken up nausea so severe she vomited in the toilet. And the nausea had struck again in gym class.
Someone rapped irritably on the bathroom door. "Are you done in there?"
"NO!" She burst out.
She heaved silent sobs, burying her face in her hands. There was graffiti on the bottom of the door. EVAN AND BETH FOREVER surrounded by a heart.
She wondered who Evan and Beth were. They were probably a happy couple, waiting to graduate and marry. He would probably have a good job, and her parents would like him, not like Patience and Salvatore.
She pressed the heels of her wrists into her eyes and let her sobs overwhelm her.
***
It was a bright afternoom at the butcher shop, and for once, the only thing that was being chopped there was meat. A black-haired young man was taking inventory when the front door jangled and he looked up.
As soon as Salvatore saw who it was, he appeared frustrated. "What the hell are you doing here, Leo Angelino?"
The boy looked about as out-of-place in the butcher shop as a lion would on a Kansas farm, with his uniform and carefully coiffed hair. "I am not frequenting your lovely establishment for the charming array of services you offer. I am here to speak to a certain person, that person being you."
"You coulda just said 'I'm here to talk to you.'"
"Yes, but then I wouldn't be able to see the charming look on your face as you attempted to the decipher the big words in my speech."
"What the fuck do you want?"
He put his elbows on the counter and leaned forward until his nose nearly touched Salvatore's. "I hear you're dating Richard Winslow's daughter."
Salvatore looked disgrunted. "Well, I was for a while. Don't know where she's gotten to as of late."
Leonardo toyed with the edge of the frayed paper menu. "I think, for the good of you both, you should stop seeing her."
"That ain't none of business, you god damn faggot. What do you care?"
"Just look at you. You already have a criminal record, you work a dead-end job, you have no prospects. You're just a hooligan from the wrong side of the tracks."
He leaned closer, and Salvatore stood his ground, but his fists were clenched and trembling.
"She deserves so much better than you and you know it. That's probably why she's not seeing you anymore. She realized that you're no good, Salvatore. It would be best if you simply... moved on."
"SHUT UP!"
He pushed Leonardo backwards. "If you ain't buying, you got no reason to be here. If you don't get out right now I'm gonna throw you out."
Leonardo held up his hands, backing away, but kept that irritating smile on his face. When the door swung shut, Salvatore turned and punched the wall, his fist crumpling the cheap wood.
His father barked at him to get back to work, and he did so slowly.
***
Leo was there. He was always there. She wanted to punch him as soon as he looked over at her and smiled.
"Patience honey, welcome home. There's a sandwich in the fridge for your lunch. I'm making pot roast tonight." Marilyn crossed one leg over the other, and Patience noted she wasn't wearing pantyhose. "Can you take the clothes out of the drier?" She flipped her hair ostentatiously, eyes on the young blond man beside her.
Tormented by her thoughts, she trudged down the basement. Her mind was whirring, caught in a circle like a broken toy, and she didn't notice someone enter in after her until the door clicked shut.
She whirled around. "What are you doing here?" Her blood pressure spiked as she recognized the golden-haired menace that had ruined her life.
"Just here to help with laundry. I'm always around the house, so it's just natural that I help with chores."
The basement was really more of closet. There was enough room for a washer and dryer and that was about it. So he and Patience were stuck very close, so close they could not help but touch as they unloaded the drier. His hand skimmed her breasts, bottom and back, all under the pretense of accidence.
"Stop it!" She snapped. "Just--just hold the basket!"
After she was done loading the clothes, she turned to the door, he held it shut with his arm. He stood there, face an inch from her own, staring intently. He cocked it. "Patience."
For some reason she was afraid, even though he had no way of telling, that he had found out about her pregnancy. He's going to blackmail me. Just another way he has power over me.
"Why don't you like me?"
She started. It sounded like an honest question. Maybe it was. "Because you're sleeping with my mom and making her run around on my dad."
"Hmm. Well, maybe that can change." Leonardo hoped on top of the washing machine, staring down at her. "You really want me to stop fooling with your mother?"
"Yes, I do! Just leave her alone! Leave my whole family alone!"
"Well. Maybe we can come to an agreement." He smiled, showing perfect white teeth. "How about this. I stop with your mother... and you take her place."
She stood frozen, teeth gritted and body made of stone. "I--" and for a moment she thought, then Mom and Dad will stay together. I'm pregnant, he can't do anything to me like he was threatening to. Maybe just--just to keep him away from Mommy--
He took her by the arm and pulled her forward. "My father is very rich. I'm going to Yale next year. I'm an even an Altar Boy at The Church of the Holy Virgin
That boyfriend of yours is no-good and you know. I can buy you anything you want, get you a house, take you to Europe."
He sounded like he was giving her more of a sales pitch than asking her to be his lover. She studied him closely, at his fine, delicate features, his high cheekbones and arched nose and long eyelashes. Could she wake up beside him?
She just focused on his features, trying to ignore everything else about the boy, all her memories of the way he had slammed her against the wall and forced his way into her, about how her mommy looked at him with adoring eyes, on the disgusting words he had whispered in her ears that fateful night, and just focused on those blue, blue eyes.
He leaned down slowly, giving her time to pull away, and cupped her face. When his mouth was a fraction away from hers, and his breath was spilling over her lips, she yanked away, her gorge rising.
"Get lost, Borghese. I'm never going to be your girl," she snarled resentfully, her bitterness taking over as she carried the basket of laundry out of the basement.
***
"Well, hey there, Pat. Haven't seen you around lately."
Jack Salandra was sitting outside the butcher shop in a folding chair, smoking a cigarette.
"Do you know where Salvatore is?"
"He's in the back talking to someone."
"I need to speak with him."
"He's busy. You should come back in an hour, I think he'll be closing up."
"No. You don't understand. I REALLY need to speak with him."
Something in her trembling voice gave him pause, and he put out his cigarette and stood up. "Give me a minute."
Soon after, Sal emerged, looking livid. His butcher's apron was stained with blood. "What the fuck is your problem? First we go to the prom together. Then you ghost me for a whole month, leaving me wondering what the hell happened to you. And now you're showing up at my door begging to talk to me?"
She swallowed hard and looked down the street. "It's... it's really, really important. Is there somewhere where we can be alone?"
He led her to an alleyway behind the butcher shop, occupied only by a dumpster where she assumed spoiled meat was dumped because of the smell.
She took a deep breath, skin prickling, and when she spoke the words, the shocked silence was so loud it buzzed in her ears.
"I'm pregnant."
Salvatore's face settled into a blank look of shock. His eyes were so wide around his black iris that it was ringed by white.
"A-are you sure?"
"Yeah. My mom had the same symptoms when she was pregnant with me. And it's--the timeline adds up. I know... it's yours, Salvatore."
Salva slowly sank to the ground, shaking. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck. This isn't happening. This can't be happening. Vaffanculo..." and he began to sob.
Him crying make her start to cry too, but she lashed back. "What are you crying for? You're not the one who's pregnant!"
He wiped his tears off with his bloody apron.
Patience felt the weight of despair crush her, a woman barely into her teens and saddled with the child of the last person she'd want to be pregnant by. How could she finish high school now? What would her parents say? Did she have to get married? She didn't want to marry Salvatore. She wanted to go to college and be a police officer like her father. How could she do that with a child, and married to someone she'd more likely arrest than not? He smoked. He skipped school. He hit her. That 'bad boy' image he gave off that had so charmed her at first now alienated her, disgusted her. How could she marry someone like that?
Life was going too fast for her. She wanted this to be a nightmare she would wake up from.
"What are we gonna do, Salvatore?"
"I gotta tell my mom. Fuck, she's gonna kill me. It's all over. You better tell your parents too."
The thought of introducing Sal as the father of her child made her feel sick. She often hated how long the walk back to her house from the butcher shop was, but this time, she wished it were longer. Every step she took was weighted down by concrete blocks.
When her two-story green townhome came in sight, her heart began to pound. When she pulled the door open, she saw her father in a sweater, reading the news, and her mom watching television.
When her father saw her, he got up to hug her. She hugged her father, inhaling his familiar smell. She never wanted to let go.
"I'm sorry I've been away for so long, baby. Work's been rough. But the Chief is giving me some time off this week. What do you say you, your mom and I do something this weekend? Go to an amusement park? See a movie?"
Oh, daddy. If only you knew.
"That sounds good, Daddy." She kept the sob out of her voice, but it welled up again as she sat down beside her dad to watch TV. Harry Truman was giving a speech. Every single word out of his mouth might as well have been gibberish.
"Honey, have you been crying?" Mommy looked up. She was in her favorite dress, the red gingham one. Patience remembered her wearing it a lot as a child. Her apron was smeared, like she had just been cooking.
"Are you all right? Did Mr. Oleson yell at you again? Tell your mommy."
"No." She wiped her eyes. "I--I--I need to, talk, to you. About something?"
"What is it, junebug?" Daddy looked down at her, worry knitting his brow. His green eyes, just like hers, were filled with concern as more tears streaked down her face.
"I'm--" her voice caught in her throat like a stone. "I'm pregnant."
For a moment, all she heard was Harry Truman's voice crackling through the speakers.
Then two things happened.
Her father leaped up and started shouting, and her mother began to sob.
"You're fifteen years old! You are fifteen years old! How did you let this happen?"
"No, no, oh god, please no, Patience--"
"How could you ruin your life like this? You were going to college! You're on the honor roll! How, how could you be so--" Richard was shouting, red in the face, and he took her by her shoulders and shook her.
"How did it happen? Who did it? How old is he? Was he your teacher?" Mommy was still crying, but she got her questions rapid-fire.
"No," she managed to get out between sobs. "I-It wasn't. He--was--he's in my high school. He works at the butcher shop around the corner, the one on Franklin Lane. He--his name is S-Salvatore Mallozzi."
The room went silent again, the calm before a storm, and then the storm crashed down.
"SALVATORE MALLOZZI? I arrested that boy for assault and theft! He spat in my face! You're telling me that you let him--" Richard was shaking hard, and Patience wondered whether he would collapse. He was gripping her shoulders so hard they erupted in pain.
Mommy had lapsed into crying again, except this time, more desperately. When she spoke again, her voice was a scream. She slapped her errant daughter so hard her face exploded with pain. "Why are you acting the whore? Where's your common sense? I thought you would have learned from your Aunt Minnie! A dago? Why did you let some FUCKING Italian--"
"You're one to talk!" She shouted back, holding her aching cheek. Her fury and agony was bursting, making her lash out. "What with you and Leonardo!"
The moment she let those words leave her lips, she regretted it more than anything in her life.
Her daddy loosened her arms, slowly, and turned to his wife. "Marilyn," he said, his voice sapped of emotion.
Mommy looked like a deer caught in the headlights. "I was going to tell you," she whispered.
He sat down, shaken and pale. "Why?" He asked simply. "Why Silvio's son?"
"You were never here," she said. "He was. He told me I was beautiful. He--" she stopped and looked away. "I know I can't explain it to you. I know nothing I can say would explain it. But it's so lonely without you."
Richard said nothing, but buried his face in his hands.
Patience sat, frozen, aware distantly of her life crumbling around her. She felt like she was floating above the room, looking down at a bunch of strangers.
"Richard," Mommy said, "I'm leaving you. And I'm taking Patience."
This isn't happening. This isn't happening.
Richard walked over to the liquor cabinet and pulled out a bottle of amber liquid. He chugged his first few swallows straight from the bottle. Then he took a crystal glass and poured a generous amount in it.
Harry Truman was talking about the Soviet Union.
The three sat in absolute silence, the only sound the clinks of Daddy's glass and the occasional sniff of Mommy's.
How much time had passed, she did not know, but Daddy finally drained his glass and sat up before making his way purposefully to the door.
Patience jumped. "Daddy, where are you going?"
He did not answer, but she had a forboding feeling she knew, so she followed him out of the door.
Richard took step after step, and although he was staggering drunk, his mind was laser-focused on one thing. He ignored his daughter's pleas as he headed for the one place Patience feared--the butcher shop.
As soon as it came within sight she seized his arm, but he shook her off like a fly. One hundred and fifty pounds of Massachusetts rage bulled his way into the butcher shop.
Salvatore was sitting at a table, holding an icepack to his cheek. Opposite him was Malone, and a smattering of other undesirables. Richard marched up to the table and decked Salvatore.
The crack was louder than anything in the room, and Salvatore was flung backwards onto the floor. Richard was shouting drunkenly, drowning out the pleas of Malone.
"Winslow! Calm yourself! The boy's mother is crying in the next room!"
"YOU FUCKING DIRTY CRIMINAL WOPS--"
"Winslow! Winslow! The boy has agreed to marry the girl, there nothing to be upset about!"
"As if I would let my daughter marry one of you people! Patience is fifteen! I have my handcuffs here and I am arresting him and taking him to jail! I'm putting him away on statutory rape charges!"
Salvatore had scrambled back on his hands and knees and had his back against the wall, trembling with blood pouring down his face. Malone was in front of him, blocking him from Richard's wrath.
"Daddy," Patience pleaded, hanging onto him. "Please stop this, let's talk, please stop yelling--"
He shook her off, knocking her a few steps back. "My daughter," he snarled. "Is not marrying that boy. She is going to an unwed mother's home, and when the baby is adopted, she is coming back and she is finishing her education. Put the god damn handcuffs on!"
He lunged forward, and Malone pulled a bat out from behind the counter. They clashed with the thud of wood on skin.
Patience sat there, sobbing quietly as her father fought fiercely, throwing punches and shouts against weapons.
And as the other people in the butcher shop closed in, she didn't want to see her daddy beaten within an inch of his life, so she backed out of the butcher shop, her shoulders against the glass.
She ran home, the sky waning on her and the sky beginning to warm with orange on the horizon. Each thudding step she took jolted her to her brain.
The home she saw looked alien now--it held no comfort for her. When she pushed in, heaving her breaths, her mommy was on the phone. She heard the word Leo.
When she came inside, her mommy put down the phone and looked up. She opened her mouth to say something, but said nothing.
Patience stood there silently.
Surveying the wreckage of her life and the ways it would go from now on, she made the wisest decision of her short life.
***
Patience shoved handfuls of her clothes into her suitcase, breaths trembling and frantic. She stopped by her parents' room and swept the emergency money in the bedside drawer into her suitcase.
She clicked the suitcase shut and ran downstairs, her shoes thudding on the steps. Her mother met her in the living roo, saw her suitcase, and she panicked. "Where are you going, Patience?"
"Away. I'm going away, mommy, I'm leaving, and I'm not coming back."
Marilyn seized her daughter's arm. "Don't do this, Patience! Don't do this! Please, come with me, don't leave me alone!"
"Why'd you do it, Mommy?" All Patience wanted to do was bury her face in her mother's skirt and cry. She wanted to be a little girl again, when her parents loved each other and her.
"You don't know what it's like. You know your daddy is never here. I had to raise you by myself. You think he's the hero? You know why he's gone so often? So he doesn't have to deal with the responsibility. I'm lonely, Patience. And I've been alone ever since I had you. I'm fed up with it."
"But why did it have to be him?"
Her mother said nothing, but there were tears in her eyes too, and an enormous unsaid weight between them.
Patience looked at the face that was so like hers, the tiny nose, the heart-shaped face, the pink lips.
"I love you, Mommy. But you made your choice. And I can't stay here. I will not live with that man. I'm not going to an unwed mother's home. And I'm not marrying Salvatore, either."
She pushed past her mother, into the road, and chose a direction and started running, away from a broken home she would never return to.
***
Patience walked down the highway, thumb sticking out. Car after car passed her until a rattling sedan with a loose license plate slowed down. "Are you looking for a lift?" Called the driver.
The car was in such bad shape she almost refused, but the sun was going down and she needed a ride before nightfall. "Sure."
She put her suitcase in the backseat and hopped in the front seat. As soon as she slamed the door, the sedan was rattling off down the highway.
The driver was a young man in an ill-fitting gray suit and tie. He had slicked-back blond hair that was graying along the temples, despite his youth. "Where are you headed?"
"Just outside of town. What about you?"
He laughed bitterly. "Garland City Courthouse. I'm divorcing my wife. You know what the real ironic thing is? I'm actually an attorney. A public defender. But because I don't know jack about divorce proceedings, I had to hire my own. And I really can't afford to spend the money."
The car coughed, like it was agreeing with him. "I'm sorry to hear that. Why did you split up?"
"Because she's not satisfied with the money I make. She always wants new fur coats, new pearls, new nights on the town. Women are never satisfied. It's always something with them."
Patience had a distinct feeling that that was only half the story, but did not pursue it.
"I understand. My parents are leaving each other, too."
"Is that why you're out here all alone?"
She looked ahead as rain began to speckle the windshield. "Yeah. Well, that, and--" she thought of Salvatore, and the baby, and instinctively cupped her stomach. "Other reasons."
"You should go back. I bet they're worried stiff. If my son disappeared on me, I'd lose my mind. Of course, he's only two, so there's not a lot of places he could go."
Patience thought of her mother, lost, staying up nights worrying desperately about her daughter. About her father, coming back to an empty home without his wife and daughter. She rubbed her eyes. I'm sorry, Mommy. I'm sorry, Daddy.
I guess I was just too much of a coward to deal with this. So I ran away instead.
Then she thought of Salvatore, of what he would think, how he would wonder what happened to his child. Would he wonder? Or would he just be glad he didn't have deal with the trouble anymore?
The night was beginning to fall, turning the sky blue-black. Patience spotted a bus stop through the shield of rain, right besside the sign stating Robichaux National Forest. "Drop me off here. I'll catch a bus."
The man slowed down. She hopped out and took her briefcase.
The man propped up his elbow on the steering wheel. "Which way are you headed, kid?"
She shielded her eyes against the rain. The trees towered above her like black, watching sentinels.
"California," she said. "Yeah. California sounds good." Somewhere far, far away, as far as she could get. "Thanks a lot, mister. I never got your name."
"Charlie Sawyer." He shook her hand. "And you?"
On the spur of a moment, she chose a false name, one that, considering who she was talking to, spared her a lot of suffering. "Beth Evans."
"Well, Beth. Best of luck to you."
"Thanks. Best of luck to you too, Charlie."
Patience watched his blinking tail lights vanish into the darkness, and sat down in the sanctuary of the bus stop, waiting for the rain to stop.
She slid her hand underneath her shirt and held it there, as if she could feel the heartbeat of her unborn child.
It's just you and me now, baby. Just us, in this big bad world.
The rain poured down harder, as if it would never stop.
THE END
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s ; roommate wake up
i-love-tea-so-much
Y:*up*...What.
sweetyandere19
s ; you are late
i-love-tea-so-much
Y:.....for what.
sweetyandere19
s ; work and school dum dum * poke your cheeks*
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Y:...They can wait. *stands up* Touch me one more time I'm going to fucking kill you.
sweetyandere19
wait you are yandere - chan ))
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((....XD. Nyet
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her real name is ayano ))
ayano aishi ))
s; rude
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Y: A-ha, and it's not rude to poke people awake huh?
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s ; *red* so you want me to poke you with mt katana next time
my*
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Y: *glares*...*looks at time* Cram School is about to start I have a class to teach ((even though the students ate his age xZ
((**are
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wtf ))
s ; okay.... see you then
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((What? It's BLUE EXCORIST MEH ANIME
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uhhhhhhh))
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((Meh character is named Yukio btw
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ok ))
s ; * try to push yukio*
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((Yours?
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sweet ))
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Y: *twitches*
((Oh, crap. XD
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i don't do anime rp ))\
s ; ummmmm why i can't push you
s ; * goes harder *
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((...I didn't know who else to be xD
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s ; uhggggg!!
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Y: *twitches* where are you supposed to be at?
sweetyandere19
s ; first i am trying to push youuuuuuu
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Y: *rolls eyes and fixes glasses*
sweetyandere19
s ; * looks cute when i am angry*
s ; why are you not falling!
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Y: *starts to leave*
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s ; * leaves with you *
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Y: seriously, where are you going?
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s ; * not Answering.*
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Y:....*walks away from you*
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s ; see you * goes to school *
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Y: *nods*...*goes to cram School**
((You know what's a Cram School right?
sweetyandere19
nope )
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((It's where you learn about demons and how to kill basically you want to become a excorist you go there...
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omg merry me ))
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((....A-ha *coughs* Yukio is the sob of Satan, but he hasn't awoken his powers, because he was "weak" when he was younger...
**son
sweetyandere19
i need to see that ))
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((It's an awesome anime
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sweet ; * people has sweet and bring her to the cram school*
sweet ; let me go!!!
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Y: Okay class today you are going to attempt to summon a familiar
sweetyandere19
???? ; shut up
can i make up stuff ))
plz))
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((Don't you think Yukio is going to save her?
((How?
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???? 2 : * talking to the walking talking* yukio you there
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((Omfg HES TEACHING HIS CLASS DX XD
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fine))
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((XD
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????; * knocking on the door *
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Y: Okay, so the Tam--....ah, please wait one moment *opens door* What.
sweetyandere19
????? ;*whispers* we have a hybrid demon
i-love-tea-so-much
Y: Hybrid Demon?
sweetyandere19
???; *nods and give you the papers *
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Y: *gets paper* Show me.
((How old are they XD
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papers ; female, age 15 in human, 10 in demon , half demon and half vampire, 4'6 tall . 90 pounds
i-love-tea-so-much
((90 pounds!? She anorexic and short as fuck
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ok 100 and 5.3 ))
???? ; we don't have her name yet
i-love-tea-so-much
(( I'm still not amused...115 pounds
sweetyandere19
okay ))
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((: D
Y: I didn't ask for her name. Bring her to me.
sweetyandere19
????? ; she is very weak but her power is very strong
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Y: *nods*
sweetyandere19
???????; * walk to a room * want to talk and see her
i-love-tea-so-much
Y: I have a class to teach.....
sweetyandere19
????? ; okay you have 30mins and be here
i-love-tea-so-much
Y:......okay *slams door*
sweetyandere19
students ; is everything okay
i-love-tea-so-much
Y: Yes, okay back to topic
sweetyandere19
meanwhile
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Y: Tamers are able to summon familiar....they are rare...*blah OK too lazing to type*
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s ; w-what do you want
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((Time skip?
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????? ; god this is a kid demon
sure ))
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--TImE sKiP---
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s ; *siting in a corner with chains*
???? ; * knock on the door again *
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Y: Okay class we are going to this class sh--.....a moment *opens door*
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??? ; lets go
i-love-tea-so-much
Y: let me end my class
sweetyandere19
/ ; sure
i-love-tea-so-much
Y: We ate going to cut class short today. Have a nice day now!
**are
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???? ; okay lets go
i-love-tea-so-much
Y: *nods and fixes glasses*
sweetyandere19
???? ; she is a kid okay try to get answers for her
i-love-tea-so-much
Y: What are you trying to say I'm 15 as well
sweetyandere19
???? ; * walk to a room * you can see her but she can't see use
i-love-tea-so-much
Y: ah *looks at glass* WHAT THE FUCK
sweetyandere19
????? ; * talk * sweetie we have someone to talk to you
sweet ; fine
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Y:......
sweetyandere19
????? ; go ahead
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Y: *walks inside*....
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s ; * walk up to the glass but see can't see you *
y ; this is sweet
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Y:......S-Sw-Sweet?
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s ; you sound like someone i know\
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Y:....its Yukio
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s ; * walks back to the corner*
s ; why are you here
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Y:...I was told that you were......A demon hybrid
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s ; yes they put me to sleep to take me a blood test
s; are you going to test me again
???? ; just say no
i-love-tea-so-much
Y:.....who tested you?
Y:...and No.
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s ; them
s; * runs to the glass and hit it *
??? ; shit call the Security.
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Y: *doesn't flinch*......
Y: I know what to do...
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security ; * grab her arms *
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Y: *rolls eyes* Let her go!
sweetyandere19
s ; let me gooooo!!!\ * crying*
security ; opps * put her to sleep*
s ; zzzzzz
i-love-tea-so-much
Y:.....I need to see her in person
sweetyandere19
????? ; you sure
i-love-tea-so-much
Y: 100 percent sure, I'm 1st class excorist..
sweetyandere19
????? ; this is the 3rd time we have to put her to sleep
??? ; okay
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Y:.....where do I go
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???? ; * walk to the door *
i-love-tea-so-much
Y: Do I follow?
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??? ; yes
i-love-tea-so-much
Y: *nods and follows*
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???? ; * put the password * okay be careful
i-love-tea-so-much
Y: As I said, I'm a 1st class excorist
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Y: And hybrids tend to be weaker then full
sweetyandere19
s ; *wakes up*
? ; ho in
go*
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Y: *goes in*
sweetyandere19
s ; get back * roll up * don't hurt me!!
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Y: I won't do that
sweetyandere19
s ; yukio
* try to get up*
s ; what happens fine i break this chains
if******
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Y: want to go back to sleep?
sweetyandere19
s ; n-no
s; but i want to be free
s ; * pull them*
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s; i don't like it here
i-love-tea-so-much
Y: You only been here for a few hours
Y: I have a deal...
sweetyandere19
s ; not made to be a prisoner * chains starts to break*
i-love-tea-so-much
Y:...*takes out gun*
sweetyandere19
s ; * look at you*
i-love-tea-so-much
Y:...Don't make this hard. I already have to deal with a offspring from Satan
s ; nice ruger LUR 22 LG
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((Omfg
sweetyandere19
hehe i know a few names about guns ))
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Y: *glares* This can kill you immediately, did is not an ordinary gun
((It has Holy water
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s ; * chains fall down*
s ; why will you kill me
i-love-tea-so-much
Y: *puts gun down*.....
sweetyandere19
s ; * look at you and Hypnotize you* good boy
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Y: *throws holy water on your foot* Fuck you, and your you chant
((Take out you
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s ; * fall down *
i-love-tea-so-much
Y:..*glares* Do you want to die!? Or do you want to make a deal!?
sweetyandere19
s ; fuck you
i-love-tea-so-much
Y:..Just when I started to get comfortable with you
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s ; * turn red* fine
i-love-tea-so-much
Y:..We could use another hybrid, how would you like it...What to become a excorist?
***want
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s ; i don't want to kill my kind and can you get me some blood
i-love-tea-so-much
Y: they don't come to Asshiah often, and besides...you demon-type is low.
**your
sweetyandere19
s ; because you keep killing them * try to punch you *
i-love-tea-so-much
Y: when I mean low, I mean your type is weak
sweetyandere19
s ; ass
i-love-tea-so-much
Y: I'm saying the truth
i-love-tea-so-much
((Vampires are demons btw
sweetyandere19
s ; * use my power to choke you up in the air* i am not like my mother!!
i-love-tea-so-much
Y: aha, and *coughs* I'm not like my father
sweetyandere19
s; * goes harder*
???? ; * shoot her to sleep*
s ; * falls down and sleep*
i-love-tea-so-much
Y: *falls on floor*.....*gasps*
sweetyandere19
?????; you okay
i-love-tea-so-much
Y: *triés to stand up*...I'm fine
sweetyandere19
???? ; told you
sweetyandere19
????? ; she cute and deadly at the same time
is*
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Y: ha, she's far from cute *mumbles* she's a maniac
i-love-tea-so-much
Y: Her powers have to be controlled, I have a friend that can help. He's a high-class de-excoriate.
**excorist
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???? ; you think she has a sweet side
i-love-tea-so-much
Y: I know her personally, and yes she does
sweetyandere19
sweet ; zzzzzzzz
????? ; okay bring that friend
i-love-tea-so-much
Y: *calls someone*
sweetyandere19
n ; hello
i-love-tea-so-much
((Nope.
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okay you be "someone"))
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M: *teleports* AH, Hello Okumura~
Y: You have to teach sweet how to control her powers, she's a low demon. Not even close to a ghoul.
sweetyandere19
s ; zzzzzzz
i-love-tea-so-much
M: Ah, a low demon hmm?
Y: Yes.
sweetyandere19
s ; * looks cute*
i-love-tea-so-much
M: *looks down*....it's pathetic excuse, she's a low. That's rare....
sweetyandere19
s ; mmmmmmm
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