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TITLE: We’re Different But That’s Okay

— CHAPTER FOUR —

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CONTENT WARNING: fluff, a little angst, hint at mature acts, and comedic stupidity because we need a little break before the next chapter bc im going to absolutely destroy your hearts and stomp on your throats!!! :D mwuah! Oh, and there’s smut at the end that includes -> size kink, a slight bit of edging, hickies, a tiny bit of blood that was spilled bc of an accident with his damn shark teeth, overstimulation, unprotected sex, voyeurism? Not really, other things as well, totally unedited because i can't be bothered to reread my writing AUTHOR'S NOTE: so sorry it took me so long to update, in the form of an apology i decided to do a double upload! i fr don't know the next time I'm gonna update after this cause I've got two other stories to update but hopefully these two upcoming chapters will feed y'all for now! TAGLIST: @canarystwin @eijiandkatspebble

WORD COUNT: 7.46k

SUMMARY: date nights are always so weird. especially when you’re a fifth wheel, poor monoma.

TETSU has been living with Y/N and Kirishima for a total of three months now. Their bond has become especially strong and they consider themselves to be a tight-knit family. Though it took Y/N a little longer to gain Tetsu’s trust, she had gained some substantial progress which was more than enough to make her happy. She never knew how amazing it would feel to have three people in the apartment, they were starting to build their own little pack.

She knew neither of them needed her protection but she couldn’t help but to feel that it was her job to protect them with all of her life. Kirishima was her mate and Tetsu was waddling his way into her heart as a brother figure. She couldn’t ask for any more than that. She truly felt happy, and the three of them all seemed to feel the same.

Tetsu had even managed to get himself a job and lived in the apartment next door to yours which happened to be connected together by a door that could be locked. It was pretty convenient and Tetsu seemed to enjoy the independence, despite still having an owner. You didn’t go back on your promise so he would trust you… for now.

But it seemed more like he enjoyed staying over at your place more than his own but you never said anything about it.

Today was one of those days with him staying over, offering to cook for the three of you. Oddly enough, he seemed to really enjoy cooking and was pretty good at it so he ended up working at a hybrid-friendly restaurant as a line cook.

“Why would anyone come to a hybrid- FRIENDLY restaurant if they’re going to bitch about hybrid waitresses? What kind of fucking nonsense is that? I swear humans have no brain!” Tetsu complained rather angrily, his face screwing up into disgust while he gently filled in a dumpling with filling and then closed it up in a professional-looking manner. How could such an angry man create such delicate foods? It was beyond you but who were you to question him when he was offering his services free of charge.

The three of you were currently stationed in the kitchen, both you and Kirishima were sitting at the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room, watching Tetsu roam around the kitchen to continue preparing the mini-feast. Considering that both he and Kirishima were on the hungrier side it was no surprise that he would be making so much food and there were rarely ever any leftovers when it came to dining with these two. You always considered the chance they had a second stomach hidden away inside of them. It was unfair with how much food they managed to put away!

“Some of us don’t have brains, I have to agree,” you comment from your seat, mouth-watering as he dropped a bunch of dumplings into the steamer he had prepared, legs swinging around in excitement at the little creations. “Absolutely. Did I tell you guys about the twat of a head chef I’m being forced to work under? He’s a real piece of work, he’s lucky I haven’t bitten his stupid little weasel face off,” he huffed, starting to work on some sushi rolls. “Ah, yeah! What’s his name again? Okamatsu? Or something?” Kiri added, eyes trained on the food that Tetsu had been so diligently preparing.

“Yeah! Him! That asshole is so lucky they hired me! Without me that place woulda turned to shit by now, I swear, as soon as the opportunity presents itself I’m gonna offer myself up as the head chef. I’m way better than that jerk-off.”

“Here,” Tetsu suddenly said, shoving a finished dumpling into both you and Kirishima’s waiting mouths, “Is it seasoned enough? I didn’t do any measuring today so hopefully, it ain’t too salty.” He soon received his answer from the sound of you both humming in satisfaction at the flavor of the dumplings. The dog hybrid was pleased with himself afterward, beaming with pride before he went back to doing what he was doing, this time starting to cut up the sushi to put it nicely onto a plate. After months of getting to know each other, you had started to recognize Tetsu as an older brother figure, both you and Kirishima had to appreciate his nurturing nature no matter how often he would deny it. It was funny to see him acting all fatherly towards the two of you.

You began to think about how nice it was with the three of you. He was truly like a brother that you never anticipated having in your life. You were soon taken out of your thoughts when Tetsu spoke up again but this time he sounded a little more on the shy side, which was uncharacteristic of him, “...Question, uh, so, uhh… there’s this girl… at work. I think I like her, andIwannagoonadatewithherbuti’veneverbeenonadatebefore. Any tips?”

Kirishima looked at you with a raised eyebrow, silently questioning if you understood a word that he said in which you responded with a quick shake of your head and a shrug of your shoulders. He then smiled nervously before clearing his throat, turning his attention back to Tetsu, “Uh, bro, could you repeat that? Maybe a little slower…? Aha..”

Dramatically, he slammed a hand onto the counter, his back facing the both of you as he blurted out, “I need help asking this girl out! I’ve never been on a goddamn date before and I don’t want to fuck it up! Ugh!”

“Ooooooooh, now I see,” you began, leaning back just a little in your chair while rubbing at your chin like you were coming up with a plan, “Ask her to go and eat or something? I don’t know. Kiri and I just sorta- hung out most times.”

Kirishima chuckled at your words before thinking as well, he then snapped his fingers as a brilliant plan came to mind, “How about a double-date? That way you won’t have to worry about awkward silences or whatever! Y/N and I can help you ease up a little on the tension.”

“A double-date? With you two?” The silver-haired male questioned, glancing over his shoulder to eye the both of you, squinting his eyes as he observed you both. The more he thought about it the more he became convinced. It wasn’t like he was uncomfortable with either of you and he had been a little worried about coming off too aggressive so a double-date couldn’t be that bad? Right?

After convincing himself, a bright smile crossed his face and he perked up immediately, “Okay, that sounds good. I’ll call her after dinner then!” He then turned back to his food preparation with a little more pep in his step. You noticed immediately and couldn’t help but to tease him, “Oho, I’ve never seen you act some cheery about anything Tetsu, except the time when you first got hired. This girl must be really special. Is she cute? Spill the details!”

The tips of the poor man’s ears turned pink and he grunted at your questions, “Don’t fuckin’ pester me, demon spawn,” he then paused, his face starting to heat up,”’Course she’s cute, but it’s not about her looks. I think she’s admirable and I want to get to know her better. We’ve got some things in common and we happen to take off for lunch at the same time so we chat sometimes… I like talking to her about stuff. She’s funny, smart, and nice. Plus, the way she laughs and her tail wags at my stupid jokes makes me get all giddy inside.” After the spill of his feelings, he suddenly realized just how much unnecessary information he’d given the two of you when both you and Kirishima suddenly started cooing about how cute he was.

You two had dramatically turned to each other and interlocked fingers, eyes nearly welling up with tears as you hung onto every word he said about his crush. “D’aw, our angry baby is growing up!” Kirishima yelled, pretending to sniffle, “That’s so manly, bro!” “I know huh, babe! I feel like a proud parent!”

“Oh my God, we have to document this moment foreve-”

“BOTH OF YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP OR I’LL STUFF YOU INTO WOODEN BOXES AND THROW YOU INTO THE SEA!”

“...Kiri’s a shark though…?”

“AS IF I GIVE A SHIT, I’LL FIND A WAY TO MAKE YOU BOTH SUFFER.”

“They grow up so fast…”

Tetsu swiftly turns around, pointing a spoon at the both of you with a dangerous glint in his eyes before he threatens you, “Say one more fuckin’ thing. I dare you.”

…

Sometime later, Tetsu finally finished cooking dinner for all of them and the ones who didn’t do a thing were more than happy to set up the table, sneaking little bites here and there before they commenced eating, shoveling food down their throats.

Both you and Kirishima offered the man compliments, pleased with how well everything had turned out which made him more than happy to see you two enjoy his food.

When Tetsu had finished eating he went to retrieve his phone and shuffled over to his apartment to make the oh-so-private phone call. While that was happening, you had stuffed yourself full and were on the verge of needing to take a nap but kept your eyes open, relaxing in your seat while watching Kirishima happily nom away at his food, always astonished how much food he could put away. It was like his mouth was a bottomless pit or something.

“Is there something on my face?” He asked, leaning back a little to pick up a napkin and dab at his cheeks, his eyes widening as he stared back at you. You blinked a few times, only then realizing that you had been staring at him, “Oh! No, not at all. I was just staring at you… You sure do eat well, I’m kinda jealous.” The compliment was a little strange but he couldn’t help but feel slightly embarrassed, chuckling at you before rubbing the back of his hand, “Ha, guess sharks just have a big appetite? Takes a lot to get me full.”

“That’s kinda hot,” you mumble before standing up to grab your emptied plate as well as the dishes that had been basically licked clean. “Hot? I can do a lot more with my mouth than that, but you’ve already witnessed that, haven’t you?~”

You whipped your head around to look at him, shocked at his bold word choice before you snickered at him, “Maybe you’ll have to remind me again sometime.”

“Ready when you are, little gem,” he hummed back, shrugging and going back to clearing out the table with his vacuum of a mouth.

Cockblock Tetsu soon reenters the dining room with a disgusted look on his face, “Let me hurry up and tell you two the news before you start fucking on the floor. Kendo said yes, and we’re going to meet up this Saturday at the restaurant. I'm gonna make a reservation for all of us. And-” He paused, exaggeratingly swiping a hand down his face, “Her owner will come as well because he doesn’t seem to trust people.”

“That’s kinda cute but also weird, but I guess I can understand. Are you sure he’s not secretly in love with her or something?” Kiri asked, looking up while spooning some rice into his mouth.

“I don’t think so, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get there I guess. We’ll see what happens when the date comes,” Tetsu retorted while ruffling his own hair, “Agh, now I need to find something decent to wear. G’night weirdos.” And with that, the mastiff hybrid went back to his apartment through the door that connected the living rooms.

You looked at Kirishima and then raised an eyebrow before going to place dishes in the dishwasher, “I can’t wait to see what happens on the date. It’s probably gonna be funny as fuck.”

…

The date had been set for Saturday, a perfect way to start the weekend, although it was a scheduled dinner for the evening. It’s not like you were complaining though, it would be nice to see who Tetsu seemed to be so interested in.

“Someone looks good enough to eat,” Kirishima cooed as he came into your shared bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed, watching as you got dressed and fixed yourself up in the body mirror that was in front of your closet. You finished adjusting your clothes and then turned to observe your big dope of a boyfriend, wolf-whistling at his choice in clothing. He wore some form-fitting jeans that hugged his legs just right and a dark red button-up shirt that seemed to be struggling to keep his torso under wraps, his hair neatly brushed back, just barely hitting his waist. Maybe it was time to go clothes shopping…? Or not.

“Me? What about you? I don’t know if I can make it through dinner without copping a feel or two. Should we have a quickie before we go?~”

“Hm, should we?”

“I really wish I didn’t have heightened HEARING!” Tetsu shouted from somewhere in your apartment, most likely the living room.

Both you and Kirishima looked at each other before sighing, realizing that you wouldn’t be able to do anything too… intense just yet, it would be best to wait.

Standing from the bed, Kirishima inched his way over to you and pressed a hand onto the small of your back before leaning down to press a teasing kiss onto your lips and whispering, “Maybe later, lil’ gem. A dessert after dessert if you’re catchin’ my drift.”

You gave him “the look” and then nodded your head, smiling a little at the thought of him ravishing you after dinner. Yeah, sure, he’d fucked you right to sleep last night but you could never reject his advances, he was just so damn hot, it was unfair to think about sometimes.

You couldn’t help your eyes as they roamed over his body, thinking about just how *big* he is. From his height to his hands, to the sharp teeth that resided in his mouth. Oh the things you loved about him, not to mention his big, fat co-

“Babe, you’re drooling, what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours? Hmm?” The man of your dreams asks, nudging you playfully before shaking his head, clicking his tongue like he was disappointed in your behavior, “Can’t believe you’re already thinking such things, what a pervert.”

And with that, he left the room, making you gawk at his back from where he’d left you.

“Did he just…? I swear, give him a compliment ONE time and his head gets as big as a fucking BUS!” You stomp after him to see that he was now applauding Tetsu who was all dressed up, stunned at how cleaned up he managed to get.

“WOW! I can’t believe you finally shaved that chin strap on your face,” you commented, stepping in front of Tetsu to observe him a bit closer. You rubbed at your chin while observing him, humming at his choice in apparel, “Looks good, looks good.” Tetsu chose to wear some black slacks and a dark gray shirt with a black tie, his coat adding to his dark and slightly brooding looks. Kirishima couldn’t agree more, “You look like one of those drama CEOS. I think they’re called Chaebols or something. If I were a young woman I’d jump right on you.”

The man you two were fawning over grimaced at the compliments and waved his hand around, “Yeah yeah, I guess you two don’t look so bad either, even though I’m sure you already know that with the way you talk to each other. Which reminds me, I need to buy earplugs or rip my eardrums out, haven’t decided which would work better. ”

“Gasp! You’re so mean, Tetsu,” Kirishima yelled after Tetsu, who was already leaving the apartment, snatching your car keys from their place on the kitchen counter before making his exit. On the other hand, you couldn’t help but laugh at Tetsu’s tsundere tendencies, following after the two and locking the door behind you so that the evening could truly begin.

By the time you had arrived at the restaurant, it was a bit on the crowded side but nothing too intense. The customers that were inside were a mix of hybrids and humans which was pleasing, meaning that you were less likely to deal with any bullshit so that was a plus.

“I have a reservation under Tetsutetsu, “ Tetsu said to the hostess who stood at the front behind a podium, the dog hybrid quickly nodded her head and began to lead the party of three to their table which happened to big a big booth that was big enough for their party, thankfully.

You squeezed into the rounded booth seat, Kirishima sitting beside you while Tetsu sat on the other side of the table across from the both of you. After the three of you had gotten situated, Tetsu shifted around a bit nervously in his seat, rubbing away at his hands.

“Dude, just take a breather, everything’s going to go just fine,” your boyfriend reassured his found brother, noticing the way he’d been fidgeting, “We’re just here to have fun, not like you’re gonna propose or somethin’... right? Wait, you’re not gonna ask her to marry you, are you? Jesus man that’s moving too fast-”

“Kiri, are you dumb? OF COURSE I’M NOT GONNA PROPOSE, what the FUCK are you talkin’ about?”

“Oh? Someone’s proposing?” A feminine voice interjects, immediately making Tetsu nearly break his neck to turn and look at the owner of his voice. She peeked curiously at him with a small smile adorning her face. Poor Tetsu was about to die right then and there, he didn’t know what to do or say. Something about her just made him all tongue-tied and he forgot all his social skills in a matter of seconds.

Recognizing immediately what was going on, you decided to speak up, chuckling a little at your friend’s nervousness before you looked at this mystery hyena hybrid, “Ah, we were just joking around. You must be Kendo. It’s nice to meet you, I’m Y/N L/N, and this is my boyfriend, Eijiro Kirishima. We’ve heard so much about you from Tetsutetsu.”

Kendo’s eyes flickered from Tetsu’s flustered face to meet your gaze, her smile only seeming to widen in a friendly manner, “Nice to meet you! And you guessed right, I’m Itsuka Kendo,” She then looked at Tetsu with nothing but fondness, “I hope he’s said only nice things, aha.” The two of them seemed to silently converse in that split second which reminded you so much of the first time you had begun to feel romantic feelings for Kiri which made your heart instantly feel warm.

The sweet moment was soon interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. “And I am the great Neito Monoma, though I can’t say that it is a pleasure to meet *any* of you just yet,” a new voice spoke up before a gray-eyed blonde revealed himself, pushing Kendo aside for a moment so he could sit down in the booth next to Tetsu, acting as a divider between the two of you.

As soon as he sat down he stared you down, sizing you up with obvious disdain lingering in his eyes.

You raised an eyebrow at him, wondering what you did wrong. Usually, you’d smack the taste out of someone’s mouth if the opportunity came but tonight you would be on your best behavior (a promise you made to Tetsu). But, you were also not feeling the least bit threatened by the man who sat across from you even though you were wondering why he seemed to be so hateful despite just knowing you.

Kendo grabbed the back of the man’s color and proceeded to snatch him from the seat, replacing his position quickly so that she could sit next to Tetsu instead. The blonde scoffed at her but made no effort to move or swat her away, adjusting the hat that sat atop his head.

“So sorry, Monoma isn’t the best when it comes to… well, being a decent person.”

“Ha! I don’t know any of these people, so why should I treat them as friends?”

“Monoma, you promised.”

The blonde only rolled his eyes and picked up one of the menus from the table, beginning to scan his eyes over it for a moment before speaking up again without wasting any more time.

“What are your intentions with Kendo? Do you plan to date her? What makes you any better than any other options she can have?” He began to interrogate Tetsu, glancing at him with squinted eyes.

The question caught Tetsu off-guard and he could only clear his throat before thinking of what he wanted to say, “I.. well, I’d like that, but only if she wanted to, of course.”

“Do you want to or do you not want to? Are you willing to be fully committed to her or are you the type to easily get bored and throw away whatever bores you? Dog hybrids are known for their lack of concentration,” the blonde spat, smirking just a little at his own quick wit which earned a slap to the back of his head from Kendo. “Monoma,” she spoke in a warning tone, eyeing him, daring him to say something else… he does.

“I’m only asking important questions for your safety. It’s better to get these out in the open and answer before it’s too late,” he attempted to reason but then decided to shoot another shot, but this time he aimed it at you and Kirishima.

“I don’t know how I feel about you associating with people who have no idea how the hybrid and human communities interact. Don’t you know how unbalanced in power your relationship is? What kind of person dates someone they *own*? It’s almost like you’re forcing someone into a relationship. It’s disgusting,” he spat, his voice laced with venom as he peered at the both of you. His frustration was apparent but there was something else there lingering dimly in his gaze. Perhaps… sadness?

You open your mouth to speak up and nearly blow his head off with your choice of words but you’re quickly cut off by Kendo who growls at her owner, staring at him as she silently threatens him. That seemed to shut him up. When she realized he wasn’t going to say anything else, the ginger sighs and then shifts around uncomfortably in her seat. You, Kirishima, and Tetsu remain silent, wondering if she was going to say something or maybe even excuse herself to leave. This date was starting off in the best light after all.

“..I’m sorry,” she began, pressing her hands together as she deeply inhaled and then reached over to the top of Monoma’s head, snatching the beanie away from it to reveal shaggy blonde hair and adorable tiny ears that flickered around and revealed themselves. “Hey! Why would you do that?!” Monoma quickly questions, snatching the hat back to cover his ears again, “They could report us! Are you out of your mind?!” She gives Monoma a knowing look and he instantly quiets down, shifting his gaze elsewhere, not even daring to glance in your pack’s direction.

“I trust Tetsu and Tetsu seems to trust you two so I don’t mind telling you guys our story,” Kendo stated, hoping that her alpha would understand what she was doing, “Monoma isn’t actually a human, he’s a hamster hybrid but… he hides his features to seem human in order to keep our pack together. Er, humans haven’t been the greatest to us actually, which is pretty common amongst hybrids but… our last owner was really the shittiest of them all, in our eyes at least. Monoma has always been the protective type, despite not being much older than any of us in the pack. He’s always taken the blast of whatever has come to us and that’s made him have the worst experiences with humans so please know that he can’t help his distrust simply because of his experiences. I hope you don’t think ill of us, I understand if you guys want to end the date now, I’m sorry again.” She then bowed her head, preparing to stand up and leave.

You quickly spoke up, “Please don’t apologize, I… I can’t begin to understand what it must feel like, but I won’t pretend I do. I’m sorry that you had to deal with such horrible people like that, I get that’s why you’re so protective of your pack. I’m the same way, really. I want to protect Kiri and Tetsu with my life. They both mean so much to me that I can understand why you’re so worried about letting other people into your life. You don’t have to like me or anything but I hope that you can learn to tolerate me.” You then bowed your head at Monoma in hopes that he understood where you were coming from. His eyes widened for a moment, stunned by your actions. No human had ever apologized to him like that before.

Though he doesn’t say anything else demeaning, he does scoff at your display of apology, unconsciously pouting and puffing out his cheeks just the slightest before turning his nose up at you. You immediately caught onto his flustered state, almost cooing at how cute the narcissistic hamster hybrid is. Key word, almost.

Kirishima smiled nervously at the display between the two of you. Two pack heads, one seemed to be threatening the other while the one being threatened was as nonchalant as ever. Oh, how fun this was going to be.

It was quiet for the time being but that silence was soon interrupted by the sound of grumbling, causing Tetsu to groan in frustration, flustered and angered at his own body’s failure to keep itself contained. Kendo laughed at Tetsu’s angry stomach, playfully nudging his side with a smile.

“Guess we should order some food before Iron man turns into a grump. You guys should see him when he doesn’t get to go on lunch break on time, he nearly threw a fit with our boss,” Kendo teased, giggling at the memory.

“Jeez, bro, I always knew you were a hothead when it came to food but don’t tell me you nearly ripped your boss’s head off? Tsk tsk,” Kiri piped up, picking up his own menu to skim over it in interest which earned a hiss from Tetsu, “Be quiet, you’re the same damn way.”

“Oh! Haha, you’re right. Guess that’s why we’re long-lost brothers!”

“Order whatever you guys want, my treat,” you had added, chuckling at the light banter, glad to see that the awkwardness was starting to simmer down.

This time around the hamster hybrid decided to pipe up, an evil glint in his eyes as well as a smirk on his face, “Anything we like? Are you sure about that?” He then eyed you suspiciously, wondering if you were going to back down on your words.

Offering him a grin you nodded your head and responded, “Yeah, go wild. I can splurge a little bit.”

And with that, just out of spite, Monoma decided that he wanted to break your pockets just because he wanted to, an evil grin spreading across his face while you remained unbothered and pleased. You could barely contain yourself when the table was suddenly filled with plates of food, mostly the expensive items, it was too much for just one person to consume but you certainly wanted to see him try.

…

“Neito. Stop eating for fuckssake, you’re going to explode! You’re a hamster, not a chipmunk!” The hyena yelped, pushing away the plates of food that was in front of him, he had barely finished two of the fifteen meals he’d ordered but that knowing smile on his face only made him want to eat more just to wipe that shitty grin off.

“N-no! I can still eat more,” the man huffed, tugging a plate of unfinished pasta in front of him again as he began to fork some more into his mouth, his struggle was obvious and you couldn't hide your amusement.

Kendo could feel her anger bubbling up but she sighed, relaxing before shoving the plates away again and huffing at him, “Let’s save this for Awase and Sen, I’m sure they’d appreciate that.” At the mention of their other pack members, it seemed that Momona’s hidden nurturing side revealed itself when he stopped eating and sat up, silently agreeing with her suggestion. It was obvious to you and anyone else that had been watching that he cared deeply about his pack, which you couldn’t help but admire and respect, despite his strange personality.

“Should we get dessert?” You offered, fighting the grin that threatened to form on your face. Instead, you remained innocent, looking around the table in curiosity, your gaze lingering on Monoma for just a few seconds longer before you raised your hand, waving over the server to ask if they could all have the dessert menu.

Kirishima, Tetsu, and Kendo all seemed to sweatdrop at the tension between Monoma and you, it was obvious who was winning this round but no one made an effort to elaborate or even bring it up, instead, they opted to watch it all play out.

And as expected, Monoma bit off a little more than he could chew, both literally and figuratively, which led him into a tiny food coma that made him pass out after having one too many bites. Tetsu was tasked with carrying the hamster hybrid to Kendo’s car while Kirishima carried the many take-out boxes, leaving you and Kendo to your own devices as you both followed behind them.

“Thanks. Tonight was pretty fun, and- honestly, I think Monoma sees you as his rival now which can be a good thing,” Kendo spoke up, crossing her arms over her chest before laughing sheepishly. “He never takes interest in others unless he thinks they’re a threat or have potential as his comrades. We should hang out again, in a more casual setting I mean.”

“Sure!” You exclaimed, more than happy to have a new lady friend, “We should exchange numbers then. I’m sure we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other anyways considering how much Tetsu seems to like you, and you seem to like him just as much if I’m not mistaken.” Even though you had just met her, you couldn’t deny that she seemed to be friendship material and thought a little teasing wasn’t too inappropriate. The ginger’s face turned a bright red and she laughed a little, rubbing the back of her neck, “He does? I’m so happy to hear that. I… I really like him too actually.”

“You two are so cute, I ship it,” you tease her more, gently nudging her before she laughs again and shakes her head, mumbling about how only dorks would say such things. You both exchange a few more words and then she bids you goodbye before going to properly say goodnight to Tetsu, leaving Monoma nearly hanging out of the backseat as the two lovebirds flirt and blush at each other, obviously head over heels in love with one another.

Kirishima came to stand by your side, wrapping his arms around your shoulders to pull you into his side as the both of you sneakily watched the potential couple. “This brings me back, remember when we first started dating?” He asked, sighing a little at the fond memories, “We were both so dumb and young, I can even remember the first time we confessed to each other like it was yesterday.”

You laughed at the thought, unable to contain your fit of giggles before you spoke, “I still can’t believe you thought you were going to die after that baseball hit you in your head!” You then started to playfully mock him, deepening your voice just a little,” Oh Y/N! I have to tell you this before I end up dying! A true man mustn’t live without regrets! I’m in love with you and I have been since we were little kids! In another life, maybe we can go out! Goodbye cruel world!” You then leaned more into his side, draping a hand over your forehead as you pretended to faint. “I did NOT do all that! Why’d you make me sound like some kinda Shakespearean guy? Do I… Do I sound like that?” It seemed that your little recount of the beginning of your romantic relationship was going to have poor Kirishima going through an identity crisis… which only made the situation more hilarious. Honestly, you were definitely exaggerating a little but what was the fun in telling the truth anyway? You did, however, have his true words held closely to your heart and whenever you thought about him asking you out like he was on his deathbed you couldn’t help but bashfully grin and mumble about how much of a himbo he was sometimes.

As you and Kiri were walking down memory lane, Tetsu eventually came back towards the two of you with a flushed face and a small smile on his face, his tail wagging aggressively behind him, the fluff of the appendage waving around in the wind like a flag. It was obvious that he was pleased with the way that tonight had gone and you were happy that he was happy.

“Looks like someone had a goodnight,” you cooed, reaching up to pat the top of his head in an affectionate manner. Usually, he would slap your hand away but tonight, he was in an especially good mood and didn’t bother to wave you off, only nodding in response before the three of you had made your way to your car to start the drive back home.

…

Arriving at your respective doors, you all bid each other goodnight and went to your separate units, leaving you and Kirishima alone once again. A blessing indeed.

“Shall we have dessert now then?” Kirishima asked as he watched you take off your shoes and put them away into your closet after entering your bedroom. You briefly glanced over your shoulder at him and then gave him a sly smile that spoke volumes. And with that, he appeared in front of you and closed the distance between you both, placing his hands on your hips before he attacked your lips in a passionate kiss.

It didn’t matter how many times the two of you did things together, it was intoxicating and exciting each and every time, leaving the both of you breathless and satisfied in no time which was more than enough to make you want more and more despite receiving your fill.

[nsfw! content warnings: this is the end of the chapter in case you want to skip over the smut, it doesn’t continue into the next chapter so you have a choice to read this or not!]

The kissing soon turned into something less passionate and more sloppy, messy may have been a better word for the open-mouth kisses that you attacked each other with.

“Fuck, you look so good tonight, nearly took you on the table in front of the entire restaurant,” Kirishima mumbled while pulling his lips away from yours to tug off his shirt before he began to assist in removing your clothes as well. You chuckled at his reply and let him assist in undressing you as you reached down to start undoing his pants, “Hm, why didn’t you? I’m sure no one would have minded a dinner and a movie.”

He chuckled at your joke and then kicked off his pants before easily scooping you up into his arms and tossing you onto the bed, grinning down at you before he climbed on top of you, burying his face between your shoulder and neck. “Bet you would have liked that, wouldn’t you?” He whispered, his tongue darting out of his mouth to swipe at the side of your neck before he grazed his sharpened teeth over your skin, daring to sink them into you and break the skin. You grabbed the back of his neck, lightly squeezing it before running your fingers through his hair, pressing him into your neck further as you silently urged him to go onward.

Taking the hint, he bit down lightly onto your neck to test the waters, leaving a light mark that only darkened with some sucking that left you writhing around beneath him. He began to leave identical marks, varying in size and darkness all over your neck and shoulders as well as your chest just to tease you, giving you an appetizer before the main course.

You were starting to become a little impatient at this point which was made obvious when you tugged on the hair at the nape of his neck and huffed, making him grunt in response, biting down a bit harsher on your neck than he intended to. It was enough to make you bleed and it stung a little but it wasn’t anything to write home about, even if you gasped for air afterward, feeling a new wave of arousal.

“Just hurry up and fuck me already, Ei,” you groaned, leaning your head back into the mattress, awaiting that moment you desired the most.

The man that was straddling you leaned back and a dazzling smirk spread across his face before he purred in a teasing yet tender manner, “So impatient, shouldn’t you ask nicely?~”

Squinting at his face, you took matters into your own hands- literally by grabbing his cock through the open pocket in the front of his briefs and giving it a squeeze which earned you a well-deserved grunt of surprise.

You smirked at the response you’d gotten, starting to move your hand rather quickly in an up and down motion, grinning as you watched his face screw up in different ways.

You seemed to enjoy having your way with him, getting him back for his little display of teasing. Kirishima would let you have your way a little longer before he would grab a hold of the situation again, and so he did.

His own impatience began to creep upon him as he lifted your fingers from his shaft and hummed, “There there, you had your fun. My turn.”

You yelped when he suddenly grabbed at your hips and pulled you down to the edge of the bed which nearly made you fall off the bed but he kept you in place, pulling you flush to his lower body as he pushed his cock between your pussy lips, daring to enter you without prep, however, he stopped himself and instead began to rub his angry tip against your clit, pressing onto the little button with a harsh amount of pressure that made you shiver and arch your back off the bed.

He rubbed his cock rapidly between your lips, smearing his length in your wetness which made a squelching noise that was a little embarrassing. You couldn’t keep the moans that escaped your lips, shifting your hips around in a frenzy as you were starting to feel an all too familiar burning sensation in your lower stomach, “E-ei, please!”

You didn’t want to cum just yet, especially when he hadn’t even filled you yet, it wasn’t fair so you were going to at least *attempt* to hold back, much to his dismay.

“C’mon baby, I know you wanna cum. Cum for me, my pretty gem. I’m just tryna get you prepped to take me in, I can’t have you gettin’ split open so soon. You’ve got work tomorrow, right?”

Along with his question, he stopped using his cock to stimulate you and instead used the rough pads of his fingers to rub a circle on your clit that set your body ablaze, your chest heaving as your nipples perked up from the sudden feeling, failing to answer him.

His face fell into seriousness when you did not answer him, earning a harsh flick to your flit that made your hips jerk up and hump into nothing but the heated air lingering above your body, “Answer me.”

“Y-yes!” You yelped without thinking any more about it, holding back was becoming nearly impossible at this point as you felt an earth shattering orgasm come over you, eyes rolling back as you began to shudder violently with him still abusing your poor clit.

That toothy grin on his face that you loved so much crept up onto his face as he moved his hand from between your legs, flicking your juices from his thumb with a pleased sigh, “Good girl. Time for your reward, hm?”

His eyes that were glazed over with lust glanced down at your body, watching as you tried to catch your breath before he continued to have his way with you and bend and mold you into what he craved and desired.

As he looked down at you with a predatory gaze, did you truly understand the differences between the two of you? Of course, you always knew how much *bigger* he was, but you never truly studied him until moments like this. He could literally rip you in half with a flick of his wrist which was somewhat arousing to think about. Your eyes lingered downwards, taking in his muscular frame and the happy trail that leads down to a neatly trimmed bush that surrounded his thick cock that you would occasionally gag on when you were in the mood.

While taking in his appearance for a little while longer, you realized all too late that he had grabbed a hold of your wrists with one of his big hands, using the other to align himself with your entrance. He then bullied his way into your poor cunt, watching as you stretched beautifully around his shaft, squeezing him in a way that nearly made him explode right then and there.

“Fuck, you take me so well, princess,” he groaned, taking a hold of your wrists, one in each hand, thick digits wrapped around them like handcuffs, “Now, you’re gonna be a good girl f’me and cum on my cock too, lil’ gem.~” As expected, you were given no time to respond, shrieking in pleasure when he used his grip on your wrists to slam you down onto his awaiting cock, grinning down at you as he used your wrists to hold you in place while he rutted into you, snapping his hips with no clear rhythm. Each hit deep within you, resonating throughout your body in ways that you had thought would become familiar after so many times of doing it but he never failed to make you feel amazing each and every time, rearranging your guts like a mixing master.

Seemed like you were going to have to call off work with the way he was impaling you with little to no remorse, only interested in watching as your body reacted to each movement of his hips, the sound of colliding skin filling the room and your ears. As he repeatedly slammed into you, bottoming out only to snatch himself back out and slam back into you, you couldn’t contain the noises that came from your mouth and the way you kept muttering his name, begging him to slow down or go faster, you couldn’t seem to make up your mind with how stupid he was fucking you.

Little did you know, your bedroom escapades were falling up another set of ears who had decided it was time for him to buy those earplugs he mentioned or just blast some music into his ears. Man, he was tired of hearing you two go at it like rabbits, poor Tetsu.

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blair-the-juggalho · 1 year

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Smoking the devils lettuce with Mitch (TWDG)

Super dumb idea but I need to write my thoughts. Also yes I based some of these of my own experiences shhh!

Sorry if there are any mistakes, there too many words here to reread 💀

Dont smoke kids. If ya do do it safely please.

You’ve smoked weed before (sorry if you havent but this is the way it’s gonna go this time)

Mitch had only once stole a cig from his dad when he was a child.

He hated it and started chocking

However he told everyone he smoked the whole thing without coughing once-

You most likely found a ten bag with some normal cigs when scavenging about and obviously you where stoked!

You could make about 4 joints with it

But heres the big question

To share or Not to share?

You knew you couldn’t let everyone know! I mean Jesus Ruby would kill you.

But this is a treat for staying alive ok?

You sat in your room preparing the joints

Meanwhile, Mitch walked past your room and could notice a horrid stench Coming from inside.

He knocked on and opened your door while coving his nose

“Shit What the fuck is going on in here??”

Oh shit…probs should of put a candle out or use some air freshener…

“Oh hey Mitch…🙂”

“What the fuck is that?”

“…a joint…”

“Holy shit a real one?”

“Well duh.”

“Rad…”

You (being very nice and generous) offered to share it with him!

He agreed exitedly but you can tell he was a little nervous

He closed the door behind him and sat next to you

You light the first joint and take a few drags then hand it over to Mitch

He tried to put on a cool bad boy act but his hand was shaking

“You know weed is very over exaggerated in most TV shows and movies right? You’ll just feel dizzy then after a few minutes you’ll feel more relaxed.”

Mitch nodded and relaxed a bit before taking a drag

A few more drags later and you both start to feel it kicking in

I doubt he’d be paranoid as long as you both are smoking indoors, if you guys ever did it outdoors he’d be freaking out (seeing walkers and hearing noises and such)

And I don’t think he’d throw up he felt a bit sick the first time but not enough to throw up

After the first joint is over he really mellows out!

He’d put on some music and just unwind

Like I said before, as long as he’s indoors he’s just a quiet high kinda guy

He’s so relaxed and calm unlike his usual hot headed self

He’d only get the giggles if you guys where smoking the weed That’s for ya body and Not your head (soz im proper stupid and don’t know the actual terms lmao)

After you guys finish the joints you both use a whole bottle of spray on deodorant to try to cover up the smell

It’s still painfully obvious tho

He wouldn’t really want to leave Ericssons but he would if you really wanted too

Most of the time you two end up walking around Ericsson life Ring to music (And trying to hide from everyone)

Also idk how but if you two ever get your hands on a sugary drink you both take turns drinking it SO you can feel your get all tingly lmao!

Also omfg when the munchies kick in you two are kinda fucked.

You two try and sneak into where Omar keeps any ingredients and shit and Just scran it all

“I feel so weird…I can taste the food but i cant feel anything in my stomach…it doesn’t even feel like I have a stomach.”

“Yep…me too mitch.😌”

Also one last thing, you two got caught.

And you got shouted at…ALOT

By ruby ofc.

Have funnn :)

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wewfimapuppie · 2 months

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idk if i am protecting myself in any way here. but this is my final log.

i am going to have to take the message at face value. i saw the wkrd frighgebed and scared and idk how he perceived what i was doing. i felt like fuck it yknow i might be wrong but this is how its going for me. i felt it was the best thing to do? idk i def said weird shit.

theres no way around it this time. i went manic. i lost my shit. i imagined all that. i scared him.

to me it felt so real dude. so real. it felt like crazg things were happening to me. and i dont have a good support system so idk haha. i hated taking pills. i felt so awful. so i just wanna rely on God for now. and therapy. i'll find a way.

i'll also lay low. wear a black face mask. sunglasses. black beanie. on my way to work and way out. no one will know its me. i'll change and wear a dif sweater and bring a dif jacket yknow i even wanna dye my tips orange like. i feel so embarrassed and i dont wanna see him or have amyone that knows see me. im hiding. im scared. im disappearing. i will just work, head to Tijuana, get uber eats on fridays and some white claws or adjacent when we get comfy. and we dont talk to anyone except maricruz and our coworkwers yknow. stay vigiliant. i rather you dont talk to anyone anymore. we can make friends some other way.

i rather we focus on paying off our debt. and we drop this. we are at a point where we are questioning a text he sent us. we cant do that......

i rather like i said, we lay low, no attention towards ourselves and we wear a mask and domt do shows we are an online act idk. i wanted to be like yahoo lets do shkws z and this happened instead? i went manic? so idk i need to just dont interact w ppl like natasha i look stupid and crazy i have no supplrt to tell me um this is mania.

i can still paint, i can still sell, i can still make music even. but i cant expand or be public in san diego nah nope. i dont ever wanna see him or anyone. this is embarrassssing dude.

lets jjst keep it simple. food. paint. youtube. spotify. cookies and weed. some alcohol. lets just chill yknow? like back to the status quo? but this time we start fresh i guess. but for rn i rather be alone lmao. i feel cringe.

hopefully i can just focus on the job and getting my life together. thats all i can do. ni modo yknow? what else can i do? stay stuck on this? lets just move on. and focus on keeping ourselves afloat. safe. we will be okay. i still want to pray.

the last thing i'll say though is idk why he said that he blocked me bc i sent him noods when

1. he hearted them

2. he djdnt blkck me

3. i blocked him that time

4. i didnt sent him noods this time?

also i specifically have not mentioned his name jjst ryan and my complaints are like... justified?

so my theories on that is...

1. that... wasnt him...

2. he is like.... a psychopath and it isnt even me!! to twist it. make me feel like i went crazy??

3. hes saying a lie to cover why he really blocked me and its i seem crazy.

its just weird he said 2 wrong things. that i ever falked shit abt him and that i sent nudes now kr that he bloxked me when i did it 3 years ago? like he has reason to say jt was fhe Gkd stuff....

he also just ignored anything i said. about the holy ghost stuff. he didnt talk about God at all. the message was like in broken english it was weird. maybe he was scared? but why say a lie ljke that? when i felt its either im crazy or im...on to something. .

and why did he unblock me at all? to warn me or settle it? its still weird to ignore my one accusation. bro. whats with the staring.

but idk its weird like its enough where theyd know what happened. the email. the calling. ryan. the other subtle ways of contact.

so idk i think he couldnt say its bc you seem crazy and he gave you that reason as to why he blocked you even if it doesnt make sense. eventually we're gonna have to accept this is his response. idk abt what he knows abt me and ryan but i know he knows that unsolicited nudes thing is whack bc be liked them and he never blocked me i blocked him... so wtf.

i hate that this wasnt to me, a proper response. like ok i was frightening shit. but wait ur saying u blocked me? nah u blocked me now. no njdes. so idk what to make of this response. to believe it? theres an incorrect factoid.... that isnt it. so shit what now? now that is what will drive me crazy is saying that shit when that didnt happen.

thags what makes me think maybe he was a... cooky guy. bc hes lying. hes manipulating the situation. he didnt explaim himself. just said i was scary and a lie.

idk what it is at this point. him. me? what are the next steps? well... i rather we pretend it didnt happen. im never contacting him or seeing him. im leaving him alone. i dont want to make it worse. i can find "normal" love like tanner. no celestial shit. just hey we fit.... i wish it was normal. i'll pray for it.

but we forget him Riv.... he's gone. whatever it is you thought... his response, whether you believe it or not, could be his real response. and theres signs that your perspective is skewed. and this is it.

i know the nudes thjng sticks out to you Riv. but what are you supposed to do with that suspicion? i cant go see him and be like "was that really you?" like shiiiit no. so now what?

that is why i wanna tell you this; i need to feed you and pay your debt so im getting u a job. but i will also tell you this; if its meant to be it will be. if that isnt him, the real him will appear. but if not, you have more to live for

so. we forget any of this ever happened. we are in incognito mode. we keep it chill. focus on your mental health.

start working. start forgetting. get good at hiding. keep it simple. we can walk away from this bruv. who says we need to acknlowledge this happened? im dropping thjs. even the lie. it could be a cover up to a harsher feeling. we was nice enough to wish me good health....

i will be w say sd and just surviving. this is my last zane log tbh. for my safety and wellbeing.

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collecting-stories · 2 years

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Treehouse - Carl Grimes

Request: bestie I’m gonna need more of these carl grimes one shots I LOVED ‘KID’ SO CUTE SO WHOLESOME IM DEAD I don’t know if you need a hyper-specific request though…(I LOVE YOU MWAH MWAH!! ALL YOUR WORKS ARE SO WELL WRITTEN!!)

A/N: I love Carl...hopefully this is what you envisioned.

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You climbed up the make-shift ladder, head poking into the floor entrance of the treehouse before the rest of you emerged, smiling when you caught sight of Carl already sitting cross-legged on the floor. 

Set out in front of him was the best version of a picnic anyone could muster these days. Two packs of that emergency food chilli mac and cheese that Rick had brought back, a can of pineapple, and some questionably old cans of soda that Carl had found in a car not too far from where you were camped out. The portable stove that he’d swiped from the house was already going, an old revere-ware pot warming the meal. Carl had left you a note, rather surprisingly, to meet him in this old treehouse that he had spotted on a run recently.

“Is this,” you paused, looking at the food and then at him again. He’d taken off his dad’s sheriff hat, the top of his hair matted down while the ends looked freshly washed, hints of a recent shower, a rarity these days. “Is this a date?” 

“If that’s alright with you.” He replied. Carl had been thinking about asking you out for a while though it seemed stupid and foolish when he really dwelled on it for too long. It wasn’t like there was anywhere to go on an actual date and Rick was always careful with the food supply so sneaking stuff out for today, for something as simple as sitting up in a treehouse, was tricky. “I can’t exactly do dinner and a movie.” 

“You could reenact a movie for me?” You teased, sitting down across from him.

There were a limited amount of memories that you could really hold on to from before all this started but they all ended in elementary school. You’d watched a lot of shows where people dated but had never been old enough to date. This, sitting here with Carl, was as close to a real date as you’d ever experienced. Stacked up to all the imaginary dates that you thought you’d go on when you were still ten years old, this one was better than you’d expected.

“Considering the last movie I probably watched was like Lion King or something...I’m not sure there’s much for me to reenact.” Carl joked.

“Oh come on, you could totally do Lion King,” you laughed, “hakuna matata...” you hummed, trying to remember the tune.

Carl scrunched his nose up, pursing his lips in a way that suggested he wasn’t entranced by your slightly off-key reimagining of the Lion King. “Maybe we’ll just stick to eating?”

“Yeah okay,” you replied, smiling around a bite of pineapple, “are you sure you won’t get in trouble for this Carl?”

“It’s fine,” he promised though he knew that if Rick saw him wasting resources to go on a date he wouldn’t be thrilled. “What my dad doesn’t know, won’t hurt him.”

“Where did you find this place?” You asked, reaching for a bowl of chili. You hadn’t been on any of the runs that Glenn usually put together, only because you always ended up with other odd jobs that Rick needed to have done. There were plenty of places that Carl had been that you hadn’t, including this place. You had been outside of the walls plenty of times with Carl but you hadn’t been this far before.

He’d drawn a crude map on the other side of the note that he left for you and you’d followed it out further that you usually went to the base of the treehouse, too busy watching for walkers to be excited or nervous about meeting up with Carl.

“On a run with Glenn,” he replied, “when I was a kid my dad always told me we would build a treehouse but we never got to it. I always wanted one though.”

“There was a kid down the street from me who had one but we weren’t friends...so ya know, I never got to play in it.” You said.

It felt weird to think about a life other than this one, to think about going to school and worrying about multiplication tables or recess or who sat with who at the lunch table. Most of your childhood had been this life, moving constantly, losing people, worrying about walkers and other survivors and food.

“If I had a treehouse, I totally would’ve invited you over.” Carl said, grabbing one of the water bottles that he’d brought with him.

“I mean, this is basically yours.”

“Ours.” Carl agreed. “Somewhere we can go and get away from everyone else. Although, Judith will probably try to tag along once she realizes that we’re sneaking off.”

“Oh definitely,” you laughed. It was odd to think, considering how much time you had spent with Carl, that you were feeling nervous now. Maybe it was just the atmosphere, the knowledge that this was a date and not just the usual every day that you spent together. Or maybe it was because you didn’t get the opportunity to freak out on the way over, too worried about walkers to think about dates. “I don’t know why...I’m so nervous.” You admitted.

“I mean...probably cause I made this awesome meal for you.” Carl joked, smiling when you laughed out loud at him.

“Probably.” You replied. “How long do you think until they notice we’re both missing?”

“My dad’s doing inventory all day with Michonne so...” he shrugged, “they may never know.” He raised his eyebrows and you couldn’t help but grin, leaning across the small space between the two of you to kiss him.

“Good, then we’ve got all day.”

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q-gorgeous · 3 years

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Lightning

fanfiction

hi im still on this also im too lazy to put this on ao3 since the rest of dannymay2020 is only on ffn knjbhgv

Lightning flashed above the trees as Danny ran through the forest. His feet slapped through the mud and the rain plastered his hair to his face.

His powers were shorted out and the hunters pursuing him were gaining on him. He couldn’t last much longer just running through the dark, slippery forest. He’d have to find somewhere to hide eventually.

As he passed another tree, the woods opened up into a small clearing. He could see a small pavilion-picnic structure before the path led to a parking lot further away. This was going to be his best shot for now. He slowed as he walked closer to it, looking for a way in when he suddenly walked into someone’s chest.

Panic shooting through his chest, Danny punched the person in the stomach and tried to dart away before they grabbed onto his arms.

“What the fuck… Fenton?”

Danny looked up with wide eyes into Dash Baxter’s face. He could cry from both relief and dismay right now.

“Why do you look like you’re being chased by ghosts?” Dash paused. “Are you being chased by ghosts?”

Danny shook his head. “Not ghosts.” He panted. “Hunters.”

Dash’s eyes widened. “Hunters? Why are hunters chasing you? Are they serial killers?”

“They’re ghost hunters. They’ve been chasing me for 30 minutes-”

“Why are ghost hunters chasing you?” Dash asked, his brows furrowed.

“That’s not important.” Danny said as he began to look around again. “I need to find somewhere to hide before-”

The rustling of bushes could be heard coming from the direction Danny had run from. Whispers made their way through the rain towards them.

“Shit!” Danny whispered.

Then Danny was being pushed towards the room in the pavilion. “Dash, there’s no time. It’ll take too long for us to open-” Danny stopped as Dash opened the door and shoved him inside. “-it.” Dash started pulling off his letterman jacket and the hoodie he was wearing underneath it. He handed both to Danny. “Put these on.”

“What?”

“Put them on! You don’t want them to recognize you, right?”

Danny looked at Dash for a moment before shoving both the oversized hoodie and letterman jacket over his small frame. Once he had the letterman jacket situated, he felt Dash pull the hood up over his head.

“Okay, so here’s what we’re gonna do if they come in here. We’re-”

Both Danny and Dash looked over Dash’s shoulder as they heard the doorknob rattle.

Dash turned back to Danny and got real close, pushing him against the wall.

“We have to pretend to makeout.”

“What?” Danny looked up at him.

“What else are two teenagers gonna be doing here in the middle of the night? They won’t ask us any questions if they think we’ve been macking on each other the whole time.” “Like a fakeout makeout?”

“Yeah?” Dash looked down at him. “Why do you have a name for that-”

The door opened behind Dash and he pushed himself even closer to Danny, his face inches from his own. Dash’s hand came to rest against his cheek and the two men who entered the room started talking.

“I don’t think he’ll be here. The ectoplasm readings aren’t high enough and-” The man who was speaking paused and Danny felt himself tense up. “See I told you. It’s just some teenagers who are probably from Amity Park. All those people there have small ecto signatures, it was too low to be that ghost.”

Dash jumped and turned around to face them, faking embarrassment.

The other man scoffed. “He couldn’t have gotten far, he couldn’t fly.” The man looked at the two of them. “Have either of you kids seen a ghost around here? White hair? Weird jumpsuit outfit?”

Danny felt Dash tense up at the mention of his ghost half’s description. “No, we haven’t seen any ghosts since we left Amity Park. Is there a dangerous one roaming around out here?”

The first man nodded. “We’ve been following a level eight ghost for about a mile and a half now. We’re worried about it getting back to town.”

“Huh. Well we haven’t seen anything. But, I think we,” Dash grabbed Danny by the waist and pulled him to his side, “are going to head back into town. We wouldn’t want to get mauled out here where no one can find us.”

“What about your friend there? Has he seen anything? He’s been awfully quiet.” The second man said, leveling a look at Danny.

“Oh him?” Dash laughed nervously. “He’s mute. He doesn’t talk, but he’s been with me the whole time so he wouldn’t have seen anything either.”

The man pursed his lips. “Okay, well, have a nice night you two. Stay safe in that weather out there.”

“Thanks!” Dash said as he waved at them. “You too!”

He pulled away from Danny and grabbed him by the hand, quickly pulling him out of the building and towards his car. He didn’t pull away until he had shoved Danny into the passenger seat of his car and was heading around to the driver’s seat.

Danny watched the men walk out of the building as they drove away. The further away they got, the more Danny relaxed into the seat.

He let out a breath and looked over at Dash. “Thanks, I would’ve been toast without you there. You should drive around town a bit just in case they decide to follow us.”

Dash glanced at Danny before turning his eyes back to the road. “Why were they looking for Phantom?”

Danny paused. “What?”

“Phantom. Ghost with white hair, weird jumpsuit outfit.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Come on, Fenton!” Dash shouted. “Don’t lie to me! Were you just hanging out with him? Why didn’t he stay with you? Why didn’t he try to keep them off of your trail? Were you protecting him?”

“I don’t know why they thought I looked like Phantom. They were chasing me, not him.”

“That doesn’t even make sense. How would they confuse you for Phantom? You don’t even-” Dash paused as Wes’s words crawled through his brain, insisting to the whole student body that Danny was Phantom. Dash’s mouth dropped open and he slammed on the breaks, coming to a sudden stop in the middle of the road.

Danny braced himself against his seat and the door. “Dash! What the hell!”

“You really are Phantom, aren’t you?” Dash said, facing Danny.

“No, I’m not.” Danny said, glaring at Dash.

“Oh, shove it. Why else would they describe Phantom when they were chasing you through the forest? You realize that doesn’t make sense, right?” “So, what, I tell you I’m Phantom so you can call me a freak and tell the school?” Danny scoffed. “Yeah, right. No thanks.”

Dash stared at Danny, his expression dropping. “You really think I’d tell the whole school?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t you?” Danny mumbled back.

Dash continued to stare at Danny. “Because they would hurt you.”

Danny let out a dry laugh.

“What? Why do you think I stopped wondering where you hung out when you weren’t fighting ghosts? I’m not stupid enough to ignore all the ghosts and ghost hunters that have it out for your neck!” Dash sighed. “The longer the GIW were in Amity Park the more I realized the kind of danger you were in.”

Danny’s gaze flicked over to Dash.

“It wasn’t even just the GIW. Your parents-” Dash’s mouth dropped open again. “What the fuck! Your parents! They hunt you!”

“They don’t know.”

“Well no shit!” Dash ran a hand through his hair. “Holy shit.”

“Listen, Dash, while I would love to keep exposing my deepest secrets to you, I’d really like to get out of this forest.”

“Right, right.” Dash sat forward in his seat again, driving forward.

Silence settled over them, Danny staring out his window and Dash flicking his gaze to the other boy frequently.

They finally made it back into town and Dash drove up and down and around the different streets a couple times before finally pulling up in front of Fentonworks.

Danny sighed and unbuckled his seatbelt. “Finally. Thanks, for, you know.” He was about to get out of the car when he paused, looking down at the jacket and hoodie he was still wearing. “Here, I almost forgot-” Danny started shrugging out of the letterman jacket when Dash stopped him.

“It’s still raining. You can borrow them and give them back to me on Monday.”

Danny’s brow furrowed. “Are you sure? Don’t you want something to wear in the rain?”

Dash shrugged. “I’ll be fine. I think I have another hoodie buried in here somewhere.”

“Okay, well.” Danny grabbed the door handle. “Bye.” He quickly climbed out of the car and darted up the stairs to the front door. Before he closed it, he turned back to Dash and waved goodbye and shut the door.

Dash waited a few seconds before taking a deep breath and he started to drive away.

He had a feeling he wouldn’t be getting the sight of Danny in his jacket out of his head anytime soon.

#gorgi writes #danny phantom #dannymay2020 #danny fenton #dash baxter #swagger bishie #fanfic #fic #fanfiction #phic #hi guys im still chugging away at this #my goal is to be done before this years dannymay starts njkhbg #i pulled this fic straight out of my butt i had no notes or plans #except for a spur of the moment line #which was the first one in the fic kjnbhg

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MERLIN’S APPRENTICE & MERLIN’S CHAMPION || trollhunters

warnings: swearing

a/n: if rott gave me anything it gave me this idea

I KNOW I SAID “JUICY” BUT REALLY THAT WAS JUST THE ANGST POTENTIAL,, THAT IM NOT INDULGING IN THIS POST IM SORRY LMAO

OKAY WHAT IM REALLY TALKING BOUT HERE IS A GOOD MERLIN/ARTHUR BUT IT ACTUALLY WORKS

no sorry i haven’t seen bbc merlin don’t come for me i’m ignorant

OKAY SO

we know douxie kept an eye on the human trollhunter and co

but douxie’s really having a hard time convincing himself he’s just doing his job

he’s actually enjoying this a little too much despite how boring staying in the shadows is

and he’s kinda worried?

so he’s got this bright idea: you know what would better help him keeps tabs? if he befriends this person

and so he does

fuck merlin’s shadows

sod the rules

ofc he’s very up front about knowing they’re the trollhunter and that he’s merlin’s apprentice

we wouldn’t want that to become a huge festering secret that eats douxie from the inside out until the inevitable reveal when merlin calls them both to help with the arcane order and they realize they’ve both been lying to each other’s faces for months/years and neither of them know if they could ever trust the other again, right? — phew *catches breath*

but before you know it, mr. casperan and mx. trollhunter are best friends

he’s basically the toby to your jim

and you’re very happy to have a best friend like douxie

he understands that monster hunting hustle

he’s the only person you can vent to and actually talk about what’s going on without sounding like a loon

and douxie likes being able to tell someone all his frustrations with merlin, since you’re also in that boat with him

you spar sometimes. it’s fun, but you’re very careful not to accidentally hurt your friend (he’s extremely careful not to hurt you or wound your ego by effortlessly wiping you out)

ofc, there’s the occasional, brushing of hands, faces a little too close together, accidentally winding up on top of one another, purposefully winding up on top of one another 👀 you know how sparring be

you and douxie are a duo. a duo who have become trollmarket’s resident troublemakers, to vendel’s exasperation

you guys tease each other a lot

you do a lot of stupid shit, cause hey, now you have magic armor and a magic sword and a magic best friend, did you think you wouldn’t get up to some shenanigans?

douxie is your impulse control and he’s not a very good one, as he’s just as bad

truthfully archie has the brain cell

and pranks? gods the pranks. you two are always either pranking each other or you’re teaming up to prank some other troll who said smth mean to you in the pub. vendel had to personally put a stop to it (read: chew you out)

doux thinks the world of you tho, you’re such a noble knight, and likes to tell people about how you’re a cinnamon roll, so innocent, so pure

and then they meet you and you directly contradict those statements

trollhunter: i’ve never done anything wrong in my life, ever

douxie: i know this and i love you

(spoiler: you’ve done lots and lots of wrong)

doux spends an awful lot of time slinking around trollmarket now, and he’s in the know for everything that’s happening

(no more being kept in the dark for this wizard apprentice)

and doux knows merlin won’t completely approve of this, but hey, it’s not like he’s helping and thus directly disobeying

really, he’s not helping you at all, it’s really fucking annoying

okay so mayyybe the occasional healing spell. you’ve got those puppy dog eyes he can’t say no to

but you understand his sense of duty, or whatever it is that drives a follower, technically being a follower of merlin yourself

you respect the old geezer (as you have not been turned into a half-troll yet) as a wise mythical figure, and as your best friend’s father

and what a perfect match you are for each other, champion and apprentice, mutually being screwed over by a guy you both think has all the answers

you and douxie help each other grow in your self-worths, that you two are more than the chances merlin has given to you

unfortunately, mortifyingly, you have caught feelings.

douxie has also caught feelings, and is saying nothing yep you have enough on your plate without him putting this on you so he’ll just quietly pine and suffer don’t mind him choking to death in the corner when you take off your helmet and throw back your hair

y’all’s problem really starts manifesting itself as protectiveness. you are really protective of your wizard and he is really protective of his knight

lots of things said that are Not What Friends Say but neither of you really want to be the one to point that out

lots and lots of i love yous that slowly get more and more serious until it’s not exactly platonic anymore

and it’s just really nice to have someone to get coffee (or your favored hot drink) with at four in the morning after a tussle with a troll

and that’s basically how you and douxie spend the bulk of trollhunters, just vibing

as much as you can vibe, with all the changelings and shit trying to murder you all the time

then merlin wakes up and shakes up your world

you are aware of your impending doom

you’re aware of it

merlin keeps looking you up and down like he’s mentally making up the measurements of your coffin

and tbh the idea of fighting gunmar freaks you tf out

and you’re supposed to win that fight?

gods

you’re preparing for your nightmares coming true soon

truthfully you knew your fucking job had a 100% mortality rate

you don’t want to die with regrets

you spill

you spill all the things you’d wanted to tell him and how much he means to you and that you couldn’t bear it if you were a goner before he knew

miraculously, douxie feels the same and tells you all the things he’d been holding back and and what you mean to him and how much he wants to protect you, that you’re gonna make it, if he had anything to say about it

and everything is perfect for one night

now you have a real reason to win

not that saving humanity isn’t a big responsibility on your shoulders and definitely A Reason

but knowing douxie’s waiting for you, for the life you’ll build together after this, the peace you’ll both have, it’s absolutely a big motivation to give your all and come out victorious and survive

hahaha loser you don’t know about the arcane order

and then merlin uses your microwave to cook a weird potion

you and merlin are alone in the house, but there’s no real mind games necessary. you may have grown past thinking he was a god, but in the end, you’re still a follower of merlin, and if merlin thinks this could give you an edge, well, who are you to question his methods

doesn’t mean you aren’t nervous as your master hands you the bottle

yet you don’t even hesitate to drown yourself in the black abyss of the tub

whatever it takes amirite?

and now you’re a half-troll

a sexy half-troll, if you do say so yourself

yeah, no ‘i’m a monster’ angst here, you’re loving the power-up

you’ve got to treat it like a cool new power-up or you will cry actually tbh i lied about the no-angst thing a new body is disorienting

your only real concern is douxie

not concerned for long tho, he sees you and the first thing out of his mouth is “nuclear!”

and he senses your concern, so he does go out of his way to assure you that boy, girl, enby, or half-troll, he loves you for your soul, darling

also again half-troll! you is hot as hell so he’s not really losing anything here 👀

he makes sure you know that too, not to let any insecurities fester

him raking his eyes up and down you gives the opposite effect of the dread merlin sent down your spine doing it

anyways,,,

doux helps out a lot more in the eternal night

like helps merlin re-defeat and re-seal morgana

he’ll do it again in few weeks but with a bigger role you know, this is practice

thank merlin for that edge YOU ARE THE LAST TROLLHUNTER YOU ARE VICTORIOUS YOUVE GOT GUNMARS HEAD IN YOUR HANDS HAHAHA

but now you’ve got to go to new jersey

douxie’s been instructed to stay in arcadia tho 🥺

it’s okay, you’ll see each other again soon

sooner than you realize

and until then you talk each other to sleep every night over the phone <3

merlins glad, actually. he’s glad hisirdoux found some solace. even if it is with the lamb he was raising for the slaughter. maybe things will go okay for them. the time map suggests it might be so

hisirdoux may have done things in a way he didn’t quite approve of, but that’s because he’s becoming his own wizard, and merlin is proud

#okay okay i’m done #see you in wizards #douxie x reader #hisirdoux casperan x reader #tales of arcadia x reader #tales of arcadia imagine #douxie imagine #hisirdoux casperan imagine #hisirdoux casperan #douxie #douxie casperan x reader #tales of arcadia #my writing

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VALERIE - Part IX. (Harry Styles)

yall are gonna hate me for this but it needed to be done IM SORRY! also, i can’t believe valerie is ending this week, just one more part to go! can’twait to read your reactions and thoughts on this part, even though i know yall gonna be upset lmao

word count: 5.6k

SERIES MASTERPOST

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Some days it truly feels like the universe has plotted against you to make every possible thing go wrong. As if it wants to see just how much you can take before breaking, experiment how long it can dance on your nerves before you end up one of those crazy people who shout at random strangers on the bus for no actual reason.

Starting the day you overslept awfully leaving you only ten minutes before you had to leave. In your hurry you ended up putting on socks that do not match and you were forced to buy a sandwich on your way as breakfast, but you promised you wouldn’t buy packed sandwiches for a reason, this one tasted like it’s been sitting on the shelf for weeks. Maybe it really has been.

You made it to work successfully, but then you realized that you’ve left your notebook at home, the one that had quite a lot of important information you need for your work, so you spent your first hour at work emailing different people for things you should now, explaining that you just left your notebook at home. Some didn’t really give a fuck and just answered you normally, but others didn’t shy away from commenting that you should be more responsible and careful.

This alone gave just the perfect foundation for the day. It was all downhill from then. Your boss loaded twice as much work on you than usually, everything with close deadlines, throwing even more anxiety into the mix as if you didn’t have enough already.

You met up with Marcus at lunch, but that didn’t go as planned either. It’s been getting more and more frustrating with him, the two of you have already had at least five fights this week and it’s only wednesday. It seems like even the smallest things push you over the edge these days and you easily pick a fight over anything. It didn’t happen differently this time either and by the time you got back to the office you were fuming. Worst part is that you always have a hard time ending a fight and tend to continue it through texts, the same thing happened today as well.

Now it’s a few minutes past five and you’re getting ready to go home, get changed and head to family dinner since today is Valerie’s first birthday, but even on the bus you’re still furiously typing away on your phone, sending a reply to Marcus, wanting nothing more than to throw the device right ot the window.

At one point you decide you’ve had enough. Turning your phone off you sink it into the depth of your bag and just try to focus on breathing, because even the smallest things seem to be hard tasks in such an upsetting state of mind.

These past few weeks things have taken an absurdly wrong turn between you and Marcus and you don’t know what to do about the whole situation. Every night you go to bed thinking that you should just let go of him, would do a favor for the both of you, but then that stupid little voice in the back of your mind tells you that if you break up with Marcus it’s game over for you, you’ll spend the rest of your life alone. It all ends up with you violently holding onto the pieces of what’s left from your relationship and you’ve been trying to figure out where it went wrong, but you have absolutely no idea.

After you changed into a pair of light washed jeans, a bright orange sweater and your black leather jacket it’s time for you to leave, though you already know you’ll be late. With a sigh deep you decided to turn your phone back on when you were sitting in the Uber, immediately deleting the notifications about the messages Marcus left you and going straight for the few ones from Rosa, your mom and Harry. They all arrived not too long ago asking when you’d be arriving, so you quickly typed your sorry and told them you’re on your way, you just got caught up at work. For Harry, you add something else too:

“Save me a seat and order me a tequila.”

His response came quickly.

“Done. Both.”

You let out a chuckle seeing his message. He knows you too well.

Walking into the small restaurant you don’t have a hard time spotting your family, three tables have been pushed together to make enough room in the back, taking up the small, kind of separated area of the place. Rosa smiles widely when she spots you, Valerie standing on her thighs, hands on the table as she is trying to snatch one of the glasses away, but her dad is pushing it further from her grasp.

“Sorry for being late,” you huff out and take the seat right next to Harry who watches you with a smile. “Well hello there, birthday girl! You’re so big now!” you babble at Valerie who giggles at you before her attention is averted once again.

You feel Harry’s elbow poking your side and turning to him you see him nod at the two shots on the table.

“Oh, fantastic. You’re drinking too?”

“No, I’m driving. Both for you.”

“If I didn’t have such a shitty day I would question what kind of alcoholic you think I am, but I kinda need both,” you sigh, taking the first one and downing it faster than ever. From the corner of your eyes you see your mother’s disapproving look, but you decide to ignore it for now.

“Wanna talk about it?” Harry asks, eyebrows furrowed in worry, but you shake your head, the alcohol still burning your throat.

“Not now. Can you give me a lift home tho?”

“Sure,” he nods, turning back to the conversation at the table.

You somehow succeed in putting everything that happened today behind and just focus on the time spent with your family. It helps that seemingly Harry works hard all evening to tell you about random things, just occupying your thoughts as much as he can. It’s nice to relax a little and forget everything that’s been weighing down on your shoulders recently.

“It’s so crazy she is one already,” you sigh when you and Harry are walking to his car.

“Right? It makes me feel incredibly old,” Harry huffs as he fishes his car keys out of his pocket.

“How old are you even?” you ask laughing, realizing you don’t even know how old he exactly is. There are quite a few things, small details you’ve just never gotten around to find out about Harry.

“I’m turning 27 in February. Wild, isn’t it?” he chuckles.

“Yeah, you’re basically a grandpa,” you tease him and he narrows his eyes at you, but you can’t miss the little smile hiding in the corners of his mouth.

“That makes you a grandma, because you’re turning 25 in April, don’t you?”

“You know when my birthday is?” It takes you by surprise, you don’t remember ever telling him when your birthday is.

The two of you reach his car and he clears his throat unlocking it. Seems like he doesn’t really want to answer, but your burning gaze on him kind of forces him into it.

“Uh, I do. I wanted to meet up with Steven last year the day you had your birthday party, but he said he had plans already. Tried to lure him into cancelling, but he didn’t even want to share where he was going. Then he admitted that it was your birthday party, but you told him and Rosa not to even mention it to me so I don’t show up.”

Your stomach drops hearing his version of a story you’ve only known from your own point of view. You remember that you indeed told them not to tell Harry about it, but now it seems like such a hate crime, when in real life, it was still when the two of you hated each other with passion.

“I’m… Harry I’m sorry. That was--”

“Don’t worry about it,” he smiles at you, starting the car. “We left it all behind, didn’t we?”

His smile seems genuine, but you still feel guilty for being such a bitch. It reminded you how much time and energy the two of you wasted for years hating each other when you could have been just like you are now. If only things happened in a different way…

Arriving at your building Harry parks the car and stops it. As the engine stops, the silence that’s been thickening the air just becomes even more obvious. He is waiting for you to say something about what’s gotten you so upset today, you know that, but you don’t feel like sitting around in his car.

“Want to come up for a little bit?” you ask and it’s a hidden message that you want to talk in the comfort of your own home. Luckily, Harry understands it right away and nodding he tells you to lead the way.

You make some tea and the two of you sit on your couch, Harry is sitting sideways so he can see you while you bring your knees up to your chest, staring down at the mug in your hands.

“I had a fight with Marcus,” you quietly start.

“Oh.”

“And… it wasn’t the first time. We’ve been constantly fighting lately and I’m just… so tired of it.”

Saying it out loud for the first time, having someone listen to you brings you an odd sense of relief, and it doesn’t feel weird that you’re talking to Harry about all of it. He has proven himself to be a great listener.

“We’ve been fighting constantly, over the smallest things and my… my patience is running short, at this point.”

You’re talking slowly, carefully putting your thoughts into words, trying your best to interpret them for Harry after boiling them only in your own head for so long.

“I just… I have no idea what I should do.”

“It seems like the relationship is not making you happy anymore,” Harry softly speaks up and you have nothing to bring up against what he just said. “So why are you trying to continue it?”

You were expecting the question, you just knew he would ask it, but it still brings a painful, stinging sensation into your chest as you try to find the words to answer him.

“Because…” you breath out and slowly turning your head, your eyes meet his gaze. “If I can’t make it work with him… then… who is it gonna be? There’s this voice in my head that keeps telling me, that he is literally my last choice, that if I mess this up it’s gonna be over for me.”

“Y/N, you know that’s not true,” Harry tells you tilting his head.

“Do I?” you chuckle bitterly, turning your gaze to the ceiling before you look back at him. “Because I don’t think I do. I’ve been literally feeling so miserable for weeks, yet I still can’t get me to move on, because I think I’m gonna die alone.”

“That’s not gonna happen, don’t say that. You’ll find the right person for you, you just… have to be patient.”

“But that’s the thing. I have lost my patience. I’m done, over it.” The tears form in your eyes in just a few seconds and the next thing you know is that you’re crying. “I’ve been trying so hard in my whole life, but somehow I always ended up… not being enough, or thrown away, stepped over, left behind. No matter what I did, I always ended up alone and I can’t help but notice a pattern in it. It has to be me, what else?”

“It’s not you, okay? You just had a few bad experiences.”

“Not a few,” you huff closing your eyes. “All of them are bad. I was… I was never enough for anyone and now that I found a guy that seemed to be just perfect… I’m ruining it.”

“I don’t think you’re ruining anything.”

“Then explain to me what’s happening, Harry!” you snap in despair and Harry stares back at you at a loss of words at first.

“Do you have feelings for him?” he then asks. You can’t answer right away and it tells him a lot.

“I… I’m not sure.”

“That sounded more like a no.”

“Okay, alright. No, I don’t. But… I could develop feelings eventually, couldn’t I?”

“That’s not how it works, Y/N. You can’t just torture yourself hoping that one day you wake up and you’ll be in love with him. It’s not gonna happen and you’re just wasting your time.”

“How do you know it’s not gonna happen? What makes you so sure of that I will not end up alone?”

Harry stays quiet, her green eyes are staring right into your soul and for a moment you forget about your misery. This man alone holds such a power over you, it’s starting to scare you.

“I know it, because… I know you. And I see you. You’re literally the funniest girl I know, so easy to talk with, you always know when to crack a joke and when you have to be serious. You have so much love for others, you care about your loved ones and you’re always there for your friends and family. You make it so easy for others to get comfortable around you and you make everyone feel safe around you.”

You listen to him intently, drinking up every word that leaves his lips. Harry looks down at his hands as he continues.

“And you’re beautiful. So fucking beautiful, it always baffles me when I see you.”

“What?” you breathe out.

“It’s the truth,” Harry chuckles lightly, he brushes his knuckles together nervously. “Every time you walk in, you just… make everyone turn their head at you, and I always wonder if you even notice that. The way you walk, your smile, your laugh, Y/N, you make every man go crazy about you.”

“You’re just saying that because you are trying to cheer me up,” you sniff, wiping a few more tears away from your eyes.

“I’m definitely not,” he chuckles and his eyes finally find yours. “I remember when we first met.”

“When you walked in on me changing,” you sigh, the memories living vividly in your mind.

“Yeah. I remember how… breathless I felt when I saw you standing there, your dress handing a little on your frame because of the zipper. I forgot my name for a moment. I offered to help with the zipper because I just… wanted to touch you in any kind of way. So I knew that you were real.”

“Harry…”

“I know this sounds made up, but I’m telling you, this is the truth. And I know I didn’t act like that for a long time, but I always thought that you were an amazing person and I know that any guy would be so lucky and incredibly happy to be with you. I hate the thought of you thinking otherwise of yourself, when you are literally such a delight and… just a gift to all of us. I don’t know what’s really been going on between you and Marcus, but if he can’t see your worth and can’t make you feel like you deserve… he is not worthy of your time.”

You feel your throat closing up, but you’re not sure Harry knows the reason behind it when the tears start rolling down your cheeks again.

Because it might look like his words touched you and made you tear up, but in reality, a bittersweet feeling has taken completely over you. If this is how he thinks about you, why did he act like that when he had the chance to be with you? Why didn’t he want you to stay? What did you do that made him want to throw you out?

It’s a spiral straight down and you can’t stop yourself from falling. Harry has always been the biggest mystery of your life, and now you’re just even more sure it was something you did or said that made him want to run.

He reaches out and easily scoops you into his arms and you let him hold you tight, face buried into his chest. You hold onto his shirt as the silent cries escape your lips. You want him to want you. You want him to mean all those things he just told you, but you just can’t seem to move on from the past even though you’ve agreed to forget about it. It keeps bugging you in the back of your mind that no matter what he says, you weren’t good enough to make him want to stay with you when he had the chance.

***

It doesn’t get better after that night. Harry stayed until after midnight, made sure you got into bed and told you he’ll check in on you the next day. And so he did.

You felt guilty for loading all of it on Harry, so you decided it was the last time you ever talked about Marcus or your love life in general with him. You easily made yourself believe that he didn’t really care about it and he just listened to you because he was trying to be nice. It seemed the best to just try and forget about it all.

For a while you were contemplating breaking up with Marcus, but you didn’t have the strength to do it, telling yourself you have to give it another chance and some more patience. However it’s ending up to be quite draining, you gotta admit, but you are starting to get used to feeling numb every day.

Rosa invites you over, because she went through her closet and found some stuff she thought you’d like, so you head over not long after you get home from work. She mentioned that Harry would be over watching some kind of football game with Steven, so you are not surprised to see his car parking on their driveway.

“Hi guys!” you greet them when Rosa lets you in, the game is already on so they just wave in your way, intently watching the TV.

“Come on, I have everything in the bedroom,” Rosa nods in your way and you follow her upstairs. Valerie greets you with a loud shriek as you walk in, she is sitting in her crib, surrounded with a bunch of toys, seemingly having a great time.

“Hi there, Princess!” you coo at her, caressing her cheek before you sit on the edge of the bed that’s filled with piles of clothes. “What’s the big sorting?” you ask, grabbing a cardigan and taking a look at it.

“I just have way too much stuff, can’t fit new stuff into my wardrobe, so I needed to sort it all out.”

The two of you go through everything and just catch up while you try on what you like. At the end, you are just sitting on the bed playing with Valerie. You can tell there’s something Rosa wants to share, but she seems reserved about saying it out loud.

“So, the other day we were talking with Steven about how crazy it is that Val is over one year old,” she starts, eyes glued to the little girl, handing her another building block as Valerie works on… whatever it’s going to be when it's finished.

“Yeah, that’s what we talked about with Harry after her birthday dinner. Makes us feel old,” you chuckle.

“Exactly,” she sighs chuckling. “So then we talked about, maybe… having another kid sometime soon.”

You perk up and looking at Rosa you see the shy smile on her lips and you gasp, but she shakes her head.

“I’m not pregnant,” she assures you, but then adds: “Not yet.”

“Oh my God, so you’re trying for another baby?” you whisper, even though there’s no chance of the guys hearing the two of you. You can hear the sound of the TV up here, they have no clue what you’re talking about.

“I mean, it can take some time, so we thought we could… start now.”

“That’s fantastic!” you breathe out, truly happy for your sister. You just know Valerie will be such a good big sister. “Val, you want a baby sister or baby brother?” you ask her and she looks at you with a serious expression, holding out one of the blocks.

“Baba!” she exclaims.

“Yes, baba!” you chuckle. She’s been learning kind of real words lately and it won’t take too long before she’ll be bossing around everyone in the house.

When it’s getting late you pack the clothes you choose and head down to leave. The guys are still on the couch, but Harry’s head perks up when he hears your footsteps.

“You want me to give you a ride?”

“Um, I’m fine, don’t want to bother you while the game is on.”

“It’s ending in five. If you can wait a little it’s alright.”

“Okay,” you nod smiling so instead of going to the front door you stop in the kitchen to wait for Harry.

Rosa puts Valerie into her high chair and gets a banana for her while you check your phone just when Marcus calls you. Hesitantly, but you answer it.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Hi, just wanted to check in if the weekend is still on.”

“Uh, sure. It is.”

“Great. I’ll have to check again with my boss, but I think I’ll be able to pick you up.”

“Great. Talk to you later.”

“Bye, babe.”

The call ends and you find yourself facing a curious looking Rosa on the other side of the kitchen island.

“Marcus?” she asks and you nod. “How are things going?” You’ve only mentioned it to her that it’s been hard between the two of you, but you definitely didn’t go into details. Harry was the first and last person to hear the whole story.

“Um… neutral, I guess?”

“That doesn’t sound promising.”

“I know, but I’m just trying to figure it out. We are spending the weekend together, I hope it’ll help us to get a little more… settled? I guess, I don’t know,” you stammer, nervously fidgeting with your phone in your hands.

“That’s nice, was it his idea?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s good to know that Marcus is making the right attempts to smooth things out.”

“Attempts?” Harry’s voice makes both of you look in his way as he stands at the door, seemingly confused about what he just heard. “You’re still with Marcus?”

“Harry, I…”

“No, don’t try to explain it. I thought I talked sense into you last time.” He is clearly pissed, not holding back how upset he is to get the news that you are still dating Marcus. But on the other hand you can also feel yourself getting angry how he tries to control your life.

“You did, but I never said I’ll break things off with him.”

“Well, it surely sounded like you made up your mind,” he huffs.

“Well, I didn’t,” you scoff, crossing your arms on your chest.

“What the fuck, Y/N! You can’t keep doing this to yourself!” he snaps gesturing in your way. “I thought we were over this!”

“We? What do you mean we?” you grimace and now you are raising your voice as well. “Harry, there’s no we! This is my relationship and it’s nice that you care, but you can’t tell me what to do!”

Harry is vivid. He needs everything in him not to burst right then and there and for a moment you think he’s gonna just explode. But when he speaks up again his voice is quiet, however you can feel all the anger and frustration behind it.

“Get in the car, we’re leaving.”

“What?”

“Get in the fucking car, Y/N!” he barks making you jump. Rosa and Steven, who arrived to the kitchen in the middle of this madness, are just watching the scene unfold, completely unable to even say a word.

Slowly, you slide off the stool and grabbing the bag filled with clothes you turn to Rosa.

“Thanks for… these,” you mumble before walking out, Harry following you right behind.

Nothing is said as the two of you get into the car, Harry is clearly on the verge of anger outburst, but you’re pretty upset yourself. The drive back to your place is painfully quiet, but you can’t stop staring at his hands gripping the wheel. HIs fingers and knuckles are turning white from the way he is basically crushing the wheel in his hold. You wouldn’t be surprised if it had his grip’s imprint on it by the time you arrive to your building.

“What the fuck, Y/N?” he snaps once the car is parked.

“Would you stop pretending like you have a saying in what I do?”

“I do have a saying in it! Because when you break again I’ll be the one picking you up from the ground!”

“Well, sorry it’s such an inconvenience to be my friend. But don’t worry, I won’t come to you again,” you snap back with a grimace and try to open the door, but it’s locked. “Let me out, Harry!”

“Fuck no, not until we talk about this,” he scoffs and it’s the last straw for you.

“There’s nothing to talk about! It’s none of your business, Harry! Stop pretending like you care!”

“I do care!” he shouts back so forcefully you are taken aback, sinking into your seat. “Of course I fucking care! How would I not?! I care about you so fucking much, how do you not see it?!”

At this point, you’re certain Harry has lost all self control and he is about to load he has been holding back out on you, while you’re just sitting there, staring at him completely speechless over how his whole being is filled with anger and fury.

“Stop fucking telling me that I don’t care when all I think about is you! Every damn day! I can’t fucking stop thinking about you, because every time my mind snaps right back to you when I’m trying to think about something else! Do you know how fucking painful it is?! See you fucking waste your time with that dickhead when I want to be with you?!”

Eyes widened you forget to even breathe as the words leave his lips and soon enough realization hits him hard about what he just said. His chest is violently waving, eyes staring straight ahead. Next time he speaks up the shouting is over, he is clearly shocked at his own behavior.

“Y/N, I-- what you told me last time, about ending up alone, that wasn’t the first time you told me all of that.”

“What?” you gasp.

“You broke down the same way at the wedding. Told me all about how you think you are just simply unlovable and will probably die alone.” His eyes snap down at his hands on his lap as he continues. “I was shocked how you’d ever think that way about yourself, because I was… I was already falling in love with you and I barely just met you that night. I couldn’t imagine what happened to you that made you believe that nonsense. I never felt like that with anyone else before and it was so fucking scary. Every time you looked at me or touched me, I could feel… the sparks. The fucking sparks, Y/N,” he lets out a bitter chuckle. “I never believed in that, but you made me feel that way. Then… one thing happened after the other and we were up in my room. I saw the way you looked at me, like I was your fucking everything and I have never experienced that. You fell asleep in my arms and I told myself that this is exactly how I want to spend the rest of my life.”

Tears roll down your cheeks as you listen in complete shock as Harry is still avoiding to look at you.

“I wanted to be the person who shows you how lovable and amazing you are, how worthy you are to be loved. Like I found my mission all of a sudden.”

“Then what the fuck happened in the morning?” you ask choking out the words. Harry finally turns to face you and you see his watery eyes. He was crying.

“You fell asleep and I was just watching you… and I realized that… sooner or later I would do something to hurt you. Because that’s what I always do and I didn’t want that. You didn’t deserve that, but I just knew I won’t be able to give you what you wanted and needed. And you told me all about how you just want to be loved and… I didn’t want to disappoint you in any way.”

He rubs his eyes turning back to look straight ahead and you see his lips tremble before he speaks up again.

“I said all those stuff so you’d have a reason to hate me and you wouldn’t try to stay with me.”

“This is literally the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard,” you chuckle bitterly as the tears keep rolling down your cheeks. “Do you have any idea how fucking horrible I felt after that? I felt so ashamed for fucking weeks, Harry!”

“I-I know. I mean, I figured.”

“You made me feel unwanted and dirty, it took me so long to build my confidence back and be able to think of myself as more than just some used rug that was thrown out!”

Harry sits there in complete silence and just lets you load everything out on him, because he knows that’s what he deserves. He has tried to punish himself in so many different ways for what he did to you, but he knew he had to face you someday. Now the time has come and he is done trying to run away from the consequences of his actions in the past.

“I was blaming myself all this time, thinking that I must have done something wrong, when in reality it was you! It was fucking you!”

“I know, I’m so sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean it to end like this.”

“You didn’t mean it to end like this?” you snap. “You literally continued to treat me like shit for years! If it wasn’t for Valerie, you’d still be a complete dick to me! And what was your intention with this now, huh? Why did you tell me all of this now?!”

“Because I couldn’t stop… seeing you be so unhappy with someone who clearly doesn’t deserve you in any way. I’m selfish and I realized that I made a mistake, but I now know what I should have done, because…” He finally turns to face you again, you see a tear roll down his cheek as he takes a deep breath before continuing. “I love you. I love you, Y/N, and I’m fucking done pretending like I don’t.”

You stare back at him, breath caught in your throat and it’s the breaking point. You reach over to his side and unlock the doors so you can open yours and you jump out of the car wanting to get as far away from him as possible. He can’t just throw all of this on you after everything the two of you went through, that’s not how it works. Does he even mean it? How are you supposed to believe him after years of hatred?

You try to get inside the building, but he is quick to catch up with you, he grabs your upper arm and pulls back, but you yank his hold away.

“Where are you going?!” he snaps towering above you.

“Home. And don’t fucking touch me!”

“But I literally just told you I love you, you’re not gonna say anything about that?”

At first you plan on not even answering, you make your way towards the door, but then you change your mind. Turning around you unload on him once again.

“You don’t have the right to tell me you love me! Not after all the shit I took from you! How am I supposed to believe it when you literally made me feel like shit for all these years, saying the meanest stuff to me every damn time we met! I was avoiding you like the plague because I can’t even count how many times you made me cry calling me names and treating me so fucking horrible! No, you are not just gonna waltz in here, tell me that I have to break up with my boyfriend because you’ve been in love with me all along. I don’t fucking believe you, Harry. So stay the fuck away from me,” you tell him and push your way inside. This time he doesn’t follow.

By the time you reach your front you’re sobbing, barely seeing from your own tears. With shaking hands you unlock the door and get inside shutting the door behind you before you collapse on the floor.

Harry lives in delusion if he thinks he can just unload all of this on you and make everything right magically. Not after more than three years of the shit you took from him. How are you supposed to believe that he is telling the truth? If he loved you all along, how could he treat you like that? That’s not what love should feel like. All those countless times when you came home after seeing him and you couldn’t help but cry after some of his meanest comments… and now he is trying to make you believe he did it all to protect you from him? Bullshit.

It doesn’t work like that and now he is gonna have to face the consequences of his actions.

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just-a-simple-bro · 2 years

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A Dope New Job

Lucas didn't expect to get a job at the stoner infested roller rink, he really didn't want one either. Times were tough though. So when he got called about an interview he went in, and dealt with the idiotic pothead manager Ryan. It was an easy interview, and the guy was basically the same age as him, just the fact that he only asked one question made Lucas feel like the guy wasn't all there though.

“Do you have any experience working in a roller rink like this?” “No, this is actually my first time applying for a customer facing position but I think my...”

“All good, will get you there bud” Was all he said. After cutting him off

“I’m confused..” He was honestly speechless.

“Haha, i'm confused all the time myself bud, see you tomorrow night at 4 if it works”

No comments on his lack of experience no explanations or reassurances, it was all very odd,

His best guess for the bizarre interview was that they were just that desperate, but even so you'd think as a manager he'd at least try to go somewhat by proper interview procedures, Dude didn't even ask about availability or past jobs. Hell the guy didn't even say I was hired directly... He just implied it…

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Alot of red flags here but this was the only place nearby that called him back, he just had to hope that Ryans behavior in the interview was not indicative of the place as a whole. If worse comes to worse he could always quit and try for jobs out of town.

With that thought he entered the roller rink prepared for his first day orientation, he walked in to the dimly lit roller rink and located ryan right away, Pretty easy to pick out the dumb long haired stoner with inch wide guages and a really dumb assortment of tattoos of varying quality That combined , with a disturbing lack of facial hair made his appearance rather iconic, well not so much for a place like this pretty much all the employees looked similar enough, but outside of this place hed definitely draw attention. He didn’t look bad but he definitely didn’t look refined either,.

“Ey bud, I missed ya.” “...Yea” was all he could manage to say to that weird statement.

“Give me one sec ill get you clocked in then we can start your orientation.”

Ryan walked away to a backroom for a bit.

With him gone, it gave Lucas a chance to get a better look around, he looked towards the desk where people go to rent out roller blades, and saw someone he never wouldve expected to see.

“Jeremiah?”

“Whoa, no way Lucas… its been years man”

Jeremiah Frisk, the vehemently anti drug, and considerably homophobic head of his highschools bible study club. Working here.

“Yea, last time I saw you, you were…”

“An intolerant stick in the mud who didn't know how to have a good time?”

“... I wasn’t gonna say that, just you seem different”

“Yea, well it might sound stupid but this place really changed my perspective, Im really fucking sorry about all the homophobic shit i said to you back in the day. Really shitty of me no excuse”

“...” He was speechless, about Jeremiah's 180 change he did appreciate the apology though.

“Its all good, that was in the past you’ve clearly changed,... I appreciate the apology though Jeremiah”

“Thanks for that bud, I know it must've been hard to deal with. By the way not to detract but I go by Jay now”

“Jay?” He said, the name sounding weird to say,

“Yea, I go by Jay cause I roll the best Jays” Jeremiah Chuckled at that.

Hmmm, he really has changed…

“So, what brings you here bud?”

“Actually, I’m a new employee”

“For real dude, thats dope, me, and you are gonna take so many falls together man”

Jeremiah just kept surprising him with his casual stoner talk… or well actually Jay is definitely a better name for him now

“Oh… actually I don’t smoke man, never have”

Jeremiah chuckled a bit at that. Then with a dopey grin

“Yea bud sure ya don’t”

He wanted to correct Jeremiah that he actually was serious.

Right then ryan came back, card in hand with an excited air about him

“This is your clock in card, Bud I clocked ya in, now if you don’t mind It’d be dope if we start this in my office”

With that he followed Ryan to the office, well simultaneously thinking about how much all this stoner lingo was already annoying him. He supposed he'd begrudgingly get used to it, but if he caught himself saying any of it himself he’d definitely slap himself at least 3 times.

As ryan opened his office door he saw faint clouds of smoke wafting out, it was at this moment he strongly smelled weed. He figured the dude would talk to him outside his office due to this.

“Oh, silly me sorry bud, I always seem to do this with new hires”

Ryan exclaimed, motioning Lucas over to a second chair in his office.

“I don't feel super comfortable cause i’ve never smoked before”

This dude was hella unprofessional for a manager, like what the fuck.

“Its just a little weed bud, won't hurt you” Ryan said with a reassuring dopey smile well patting the chair with his hand.

He still couldn't believe this dude, and maybe it was just the distant fumes affecting him, but admittedly he had a point, it was just weed. And he needed this job.

So he walked in, and sat down,

“So, uh where will I be… working?”

“Ey, will see bud, was thinking of putting you on training with jay for today”

“Ah ok...Jay is.... Sorry uh lost my thought there for a moment” “Totally normal bud, dont stress about it”

“Yea, so …. What are we going to…” Ryan chuckled

“Talk about…, just about how to get there bud”

“Get where…” “A good level, for a good employee, we try to strive for a chill happy, relaxed environment here.”

“What you mean?”

“Chill” *snap*

“Happy” *snap*

“Relaxed” *snap*

“Just want to embody a nice environment here, no judgements, and comradery”

“Yea...:” He felt his face muscles go up into a grin.

Ryan gave an equally dopey smile in response.

“Anyways bud, just to better embody that I want you to try to get in a chill, *snap*, Happy *Snap* Relaxed *Snap* mindset ”

He chuckled. “Im pretty happy already” uncontrollably grinning

“I can see that bud, and im happy for you” Ryan grinned back , “I just want you to be really Chill *Snap* really Happy *snap* and really*snap* really*snap* Realaxed *snap* “

With that last snap Lucas passed out,

Not really sure how much time went by but he woke up with a grin on his face.

“Welcome back bud, I think you’re there” “... there….” “My office bud you’re in my office, bud haha”

Lucas chuckled at that

“... oh shit, sorry man”

“All good like i said earlier totally normal” “Uh… where do I go?”

“Haha, silly me forgetting to tell ya, just go back by jay and mention hes training ya”

“Oh… ok”

Lucas started to head out,

“Wait a second bud,” Ryan said grabbing his shoulder,

“Yea... “ he looked towards ryan.

“Have a good first day bud.” Ryan said with pride in his eyes.

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A few minutes later

“So You’ve never smoked” Jay asked lucas

“Sure, I don’t bud” Lucas laughed

They shared a dopey grin then chuckled.

#stoner #stonertf #dumb #smoke

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furiosity-wills-the-cat · 3 years

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Chara, the fourth Blook cousin:

A crack theory that accidentally become way more serious than it should have because it somehow, despite my best efforts, ended up making sense

Brought to you by my idiot conspiracy brain (affectionate) and by encouragement from my Tumblr followers

Under the cut for the sake of your dashes and sanity

Ok here we go my very elaborate accidental theory, because in order to answer the complex questions simply you must first make simple things more complex or something

First, you need to know that Chara became a Blook cousin by adoption.

All of the Blooks are adopted.

Ghosts are not born into families, they make their own.

Got it? Great, because we’re about to start running

so first, im gonna make surprisingly uncommon claim in this fandom, and I am going to say that undertale ghosts are all dead

I’m taking the tiny details we know about ghosts and sprinting with them to new places

Ghosts also do not have souls I decided

Undertale souls do not work the same as souls in traditional mythology

So every ghost is soulless Unless and Until they become corporeal

Evidence: Monster souls cant exist without bodies, and ghosts are monsters, therefore ghosts cannot have souls without bodies

Further evidence: Asriel doesnt steal blooky’s soul, blooky is unkillable, we have no concrete evidence that blooky has a soul

What about mettaton? He only has a soul after he has completely committed to being corporeal and to a specific body.

Also maddy and mettaton are both only killable while corporeal

Im also connecting the dots we have about souls in a new creative way so let me live for a second

Additionally, i am going to claim that there are a lot more ghosts than just the blooks, some evidence given below

Theres like actual scientific knowlege of ghosts in the undertale verse which seems unlikely if theres literally only three or four

The underground is so much bigger than you think, theres that giant forest in snowdin, a large town in the ruins, the huge city of new home, who knows how much space in the large open areas of waterfall etc. Its really really big okay

Also based off evidence of blooky, we can conclude that ghosts can turn invisible whenever they want to and/or haunt objects to hide

So I personally think that ghosts are, generally speaking, extremely reclusive

And the blooks are just a special exception, a beautiful family, amazing for them

So anyway im going with typical ghost lore for now, for the sake of ease, so im gonna say ghosts generally come from monsters who are particularly restless or unsatisfied when they die

HOWEVER i dont think they remember being monsters or anything before being a ghost. They just kinda fizzle into existance with a fully formed personality and immortality while being unkillable and feeling vaguely uneasy

ALSO i personally think that chara was a ghost for a long time before they became a blook by adoption

Based on game lore, i think ghosts can possess any inanimate object and just kinda wear it? But it takes a lot of strong emotion to become corporeal

And chara is the super weird exception because they were a human not a monster.

They dont have a soul (i headcanon that their soul got destroyed when asriel died)

And they KNOW this, which is a huge part of why they kinda just... give up

Because they lost their ability to fulfill prophecy

Also, without a soul, they lost their ability to reset, so for the first time since falling underground, theyre subject to the relentless march of time

But theyre still weirdly strong and powerful and more emotional

ALSO they DO still remember being a human but they catch on pretty quickly that other ghosts dont have memories and because chara is stupid they just lie to fit in

Theyre too tired to explain themself, they just want to be alone and feel awful

Now back to ghost lore

Emotions are a lot harder for ghosts??? I decided

And they dont know why,, they tend to blame it on the soul thing

But realistically its actually more of the immortality thing making actions not have consequences and/or or not having a body so they cant have a sense of touch or have physical effects of emotion

They all know that ghosts just tend to be way more floaty and bored and numb

And thats part of why the blooks are so special

Maddy’s rage and Mettaton’s yearning and Napstablook’s misery are like... not great all of the time...

but theyre also way way more emotion than most ghosts have,,, they are just a family supporting each other, being as functional as they can,, just an emo(tional) ghost family

most ghosts barely do anything except like stare at walls but the blooks have their snail farm and that helps them have purpose and it is good

And they hold each other accountable and it is nice

So anyway chara just chills and is in a depression coma for a few decades before the blooks find them and are like “our child/baby cousin”

and they raise them for a cool minute

They are all very protective of the new baby emo blook

And chara doesnt get therapy but at the very least they once again have a family, and they decide they want to try to become corporeal eventually just like mtt and maddy

So anyway chara starts hanging out in the ruins a lot more and they finally tell the blooks theyre leaving to go become corporeal in the ruins

This is actually because they are trying to hang out with toriel

because they miss their mom ;;

but chara’s not gonna admit that to anyone, especially not to themself

And because theyre still repressing their emotions constantly and pretending to be fine, they cant become corporeal

And they hang out in the ruins for a long time because they feel guilty lying to everyone about everything

They still feel like its their fault that all the monsters are stuck underground, because they were SUPPOSED to save everyone and they COULDNT and it HURTS

But again, they are doing too much repression to use this guilt to become corporeal,

so instead they just kinda hide and watch toriel from a distance and cry

Blooky visits them the most, thats why blooky is chilling in the ruins so much at the start of the game

Theyre just there to visit their shy baby cousin ;;

Ofc they wont tell frisk about this because chara wants space and privacy and blooky respects that

but maddy and mtt also visit them a lot

Oh also when mtt and maddy start dissapearing, blookys mental health plummets as their family and support system starts to dissolve

Blooky was actually doing extremely well (for a ghost) for a long time, i headcanon,

but theyre doing the worst theyve been in a long long time during the game, because of family issues

So anyway, chara dissapears when frisk shows up, and maddy assumes this is becaude frisk hurt their fragile feelings

Maddy spends hours desperately searching the ruins for chara and cant find them and assumes that they had their heart crushed and went to hide and disappear in a depression coma for another few decades, and thats part of why maddy is so furious with frisk

Like,, to be clear, maddy is still jumping to conclusions and throwing blame around with no proof, but also, its a logical conclusion to come to

And mettaton has already disappeared too and been gone for a while, too, by this point, so it hurts even worse

But anyway, what actually happened to chara is that;

Because chara is a human ghost, not a monster ghost, normal ghost rules dont apply to them

And they can possess living things too they find out

Maybe they knew it a long time ago, maybe its a new discovery, but for whatever reason they end up possessing frisk and theyre like “what the heck”

And frisk still has most of the control

But now chara is like,,, “this is my chance, im a human again, gotta save the world for real,,,”

and they cant explain this to anyone without revealing their past

so they just chill in frisk’s mind while being super crypic and trying to figure out how it works

Pacifist route, this is pretty much exactly what happens

They manage to help frisk save the day

And in my headcanon, the no mercy route is started by frisk who is scared when faced by monsters attacking them

And then chara, who was aready hiding in a semidepression coma for a while, immediately transitions to a panicked “gotta protect this body, gotta protect my chance to be human, i died and threw away my chance to save everyone the first time, i CANNOT lose this chance again”

And so the combination of both frisk and chara is the genocide run

Because frisk kills in self defense, and whenever frisk hesitates, chara jumps in

Also theres leftover feelings from the whole asriel incident

Because again, ghosts come from monsters who died unsatisfied

And chara’s main source of unsatisfaction is how they were trying to get asriel to kill people before he died and then he didnt

So thats a strong strong feeling ruling them

So anyway by the time they both realize how bad its become they figure its too late and also the amount of LOVE has made them numb

And thats when chara who, despite everything, still has idiot hero complex and thinks they need to save the world

So, while panicking, they step in at the very end, and erase the timeline and delete everything

And also to clarify

They DONT HAVE this power at any other point in the game

Because, guess why

They become corporeal

Just like maddy, the no mercy route is the only thing that gives them strong enough emotion to spontaneously become corporeal

So they become corporeal and as soon as they have a soul again and can reset again, they just erase everything

Ok back to fluff

Post pacifist route, they are still a non corporeal ghost

They can still float around and look just like the other blooks

And it takes them a while to open up about things, but they do end up moving back in with blooky so that blooky isnt completely alone

And also they do way better with a family

Also they can float through the mountain and talk to flowey down below and bring him news

And now that they know about him, they can bond with him and explain that they dont have a soul either but that doesnt mean theyre worthless

Oh ALSO

The other dead humans dont have ghosts

BECAUSE

ghosts only come from restless dead MONSTERS

and chara is the weird special exception

Because they were a monster when they died

They became a ghost and asriel didnt because they were way more restless and stressed than asriel was when both of them died

Like sure, asriel felt awful, but chara was the one who was way more like “this is my fault, i CANT die now, the world NEEDS me”

So anyway

charablook the emo tween ghost and asriel flowey the eldrich goat daisy are siblings once more and they hang out and eventually they are okay and have a family again

Thank you for reading, this has been my thoughts on a crack theory that accidentally went too far

This isnt even everything, maybe i’ll make a part two eventually, but i promised to have this post out like two days ago, so i wanted to post SOMTHING

Anyway leave your thoughts if youd like

Im not looking for people to disprove it, i already know its crazy, i dont think it was intentional by the game writers, but i do think its a fun concept

thats the fun of it, so if anyone wants to run with it im all for it lol

Thanks again! Have a nice day!

#no mercy #as a warning tag #chara undertale #napstablook undertale #fic tag #meta #analysis #crack theroy #undertale #i didnt edit this very much #so if there are any major typos or parts that didnt make sense #or were illegible #feel free to let me know so i can clarify

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flannels-and-fannypacks · 3 years

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Will They Won’t They | Part 4/4 [Reggie Peters]

Pairings: Reggie Peters x fem!Reader

Words: 6.0K

WARNINGS: swears, ANGST

A/N: oh my god it’s finally here. the last part. our baby. i literally can’t believe it i’m almost in tears. thank you so mcuh for being with us this past week and sharing the joy drea and i have had writing this for you guys. please i’m literally begging you guys to SEND IN MEMES you’ve made related to this series they make our day. anyways lots of love babes - mimi

A/N: GUYS IT’S THE LAST ONE IM SO EXCITED SEND MEMES PLEASE - drea

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“(Y/N) excited for a school function that doesn’t require academics?” Rose questioned.

“Someone called the police there’s been a kidnapping!” Alex exclaimed.

“Oh so now you want the police involved,” you crossed your arms and rolled your eyes.

“How are you still not over that!” Luke exclaimed. “I took you in and fed you, and bought you clothes and loved you,” he said exaggeratedly and you just pushed away his pouting face from yours.

“And how am I not allowed to want to go to a school dance? I like having fun every once in a while. The last time I checked that wasn’t a crime,”

“Yeah it’s not a crime if you’re anyone but (Y/N) (L/N),” Bobby nudged you and you sighed loudly. “Hey where’s Reggie by the way? I thought he was going to come,”

“I think he is,” Alex nodded. “He said something about maybe having to walk, his parents are busy,”

You bit the inside of your cheek hoping the Peters could hold off fighting for one night, Reggie deserved a break. They might not have realized it, but he secretly blamed himself for it all even though it could be nothing further from the fact. You knew that well enough.

“Hey I’m here,” Reggie said, jogging up to the group that was waiting for him so they could head inside the school. “Sorry I’m late,” he apologized. “I got a little distracted when leaving.” You could tell he was lying but didn’t speak up about it.

Luke shook his head, patting Reggie’s back with the hand that wasn’t holding his guitar case. “It’s all good,” he said with a grin. “What matters is that we’re all here, and ready to rock these nerds!”

Rose made a sour face. “We’re still here,” she pointed out, gesturing to the two of you.

“Right,” Bobby nodded, elbowing Luke in the ribs. “Let’s rock these nerds except for our fashionista Rose and (N/N)!”

You beamed. “Thank you!”

“The ultra nerd!”

“Fuck you!” you shot back.

Reggie pulled you into a side hug. “Leave Cookie alone,” he told them. “The only one who gets to tease her is me.”

You rolled your eyes as Luke grabbed you by your wrist. “Hands off my daughter,” he warned. “And for the record, no one teases my child? Say one word and I’ll fight you myself.”

“If someone pulls me like a rag doll one more time it’ll be your sorry asses that get beat,” you threatened.

Luke beamed at you, pinching your cheek. “Oh, she learned how to threaten people!” he gushed. “Like mother, like daughter.”

You pushed them all towards the stage. “Alright, you dorks,” you grumbled. “Get on stage. Make me a happy bunny, or whatever.”

The boys saluted before marching off. “Got it, Lady Bunny!” they cheered as they made it backstage.

You glanced over at Rose who had her arms crossed on her chest as she shook her head. “Those boys,” she sighed. “I can never understand how we put up with them.”

Shrugging your shoulders, you took Rose’s hand in yours. “You gotta admit, they’re growing on us,” you joked. “Now come on, let’s get to the dance floor!”

You and Rose watched as the boys finally got on stage, their instruments ready in their hands. Luke took the microphone and smiled widely at the crowd.

“What’s up, Los Feliz High?” he said into the microphone. A roar of cheers followed, making Luke laugh. “We’re Sunset Curve, and this is one of our original songs. It’s called Now or Never.”

The entire school adored Sunset Curve and their music. By the time they were finished, they were cheering for more. It made you happy to know that those boys were bound to go far with their music.

You and Rose met the boys backstage where they were putting away their things and getting ready to come and join you out and dance.

“Guys that was amazing!” you exclaimed with a grin. “You all played so well,”

“I’m so proud of my little renters,” Rose joked and the guys all laughed, tossing their things aside before dragging you and Rose to the dance floor.

Now that the DJ had taken over, the guys were able to finally dance with you guys. In a circle, the group and you sang along to the music, occasionally jumping up and down and screaming the lyrics.

In the corner of your eye, you saw Rose continuously glancing back at a boy in the back of the gym. Following her gaze, you lit up at who you saw. You pulled Rose down to your level, whispering in her ear,

“Ray Molina, an absolute sweetheart and my coworker at the cafe. Loves photography and apparently you. Now go!”

Rose blushed, shaking her head repeatedly. “No, I can't,” she stammered.

Rolling your eyes, you grabbed her shoulders and pushed her towards your friend. “Ray!” you greeted excitedly. “This is Rose! She loves espressos and photography.”

The shy boy put his hand out for Rose to shake. “Hi,” he whispered nervously. “I like your jacket. The flower is...gorgeous. What is it?”

Rose grinned. “A dahlia,” she replied, finally going back to her normal, extroverted self.

You sent Ray a big thumbs up from behind along with an exaggerated wink before heading back to the boys.

You saw Alex awkwardly shuffling his feet while Luke, Reggie, and Bobby were dancing and making complete fools of themselves, but that was kind of the point wasn’t it.

So you made your way to him, grabbing his hands and pulling him more into the dance floor with you.

“Come on Alex you gotta let loose!” you insisted while attempting to twirl him around.

“Um who are you and what did you do with the real (Y/N)?” he joked and you rolled your eyes.

“Already been over this Mercer! Seriously though, I know you get anxious and nervous, I do too and you know what helps me?” you whispered. “Singing,”

“Actually?”

“Yeah! It calms me down,” you admitted. “So come on, you know the song! Belt it with me!”

Alex scrunched his nose and you frowned and started to sing, proving to him just how much it could help.

Slowly he got more comfortable until it felt like it was just the two of you dancing around like friends did and singing Whitney Huston’s greatest hit.

“Oh, I wanna dance with somebody! I wanna feel the heat with somebody! Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody! With somebody who loves me!”

Alex, finally out of his shell, danced along energetically to the music with your hands intertwined. Occasionally he would pull you close and spin you like no one was around. You had to admit, the boy had a talent for dancing. He would definitely make Mrs. Leona proud.

Reggie watched you and Alex dance and fool around, laughing with your heads tilted back. Reggie couldn’t help but smile as you belted the lyrics with Alex joining in. He was shocked, to say the least, to see Alex so carefree. You really did bring out the best in people. He would know, you brought out the best in him.

Reggie barely noticed Bobby walk over to him, his eyes following Reggie’s to the dancing friends. The boy smirked, shaking his head. “You got it bad, don’t you?”

Reggie couldn’t help but nod. “Yeah, I do,” was all he could say.

“You gonna do anything about it?” Luke joined in and Reggie shrugged.

“I don’t know. Sometimes I wonder if maybe if I say something or do something, that look she has, how happy she is, it’s gonna change and I don’t want that to happen,” he admitted.

“I know it’s a weird thing to ask, but what do you like most about her?” Bobby asked.

Reggie had a stupid smile on his face, shaking his head and covering his mouth with his hand,

“Everything,” he shrugged his shoulders. “Absolutely everything,”

You and Alex had since then finished dancing to the song and ran up to the other three boys who were chatting. You were out of breath with a huge grin on your face when you looked at Reggie who couldn’t stop thinking about how adorable you looked with your flushed cheeks.

“Everything alright Flicka?” you asked.

“Everything’s perfect, Cookie,” he nodded.

And perfect it was.

—

You sighed as Rose brushed through your hair for probably the millionth time that hour.

“Can you guys at least explain what you’re doing to me?” you whined. “I feel like I’ve been sitting here for ages and have like...a hundred layers of makeup on my face.”

Alex glanced up from the random magazine he found on Rose’s bedroom floor. “Nope,” he responded, sprawled lazily on Rose’s bed. “You’re going to find out soon enough.”

You grumbled to yourself. “If you make me look like a clown, Rose-”

Rose laughed, taking a lipstick tube and swiping it against your bottom lip. “You’re fine,” she reassured you. “Besides, this is my work we’re talking about. I have skills, and I’m going to flaunt them.” You giggled, finally relaxing as the girl continued to fix your hair and makeup.

Nearly another hour passed when Alex glanced at the clock. “Shoot, we have to be at the arcade in twenty minutes.”

You rolled your eyes. “And with your grandpa driving, we’re not going to get there until the next decade.”

Alex rolled off the bed, waving his keys in front of your face. “Who’s the one with the driver’s license again?” he asked.

You stuck your tongue out at him. “Fuck you, my driver’s instructor totally had it out for me. And you don’t even have a real van, it's a minivan.”

Alex flipped you off. “Haha, now let’s get going.”

“One second,” Rose said. The girl reached into your jewelry box, pulling out your horseshoe necklace. Before you could protest, she clasped it around your neck. With an approving smile, Rose pulled you up to your feet. “Come on, Cinderella,” she teased. “You’re ready for the ball.”

“Let’s stop by the studio first,” you said, straightening out your white shirt. “I left my bag in there.”

You and Rose made your way to the studio, parting so that you can grab your bag that was sitting on the coffee table. Rose followed close behind, picking up the lone red flannel on the couch. Walking behind you, Rose quickly tied the flannel around your waist.

“Rose, what’s this for?” you asked, eyeing the flannel.

She waved your question off casually. “It completes the look,” she explained. “Now, let’s get to the van before Alex leaves us!”

You hopped in the van with Rose as Alex drove off to the arcade, much faster than necessary to prove he wasn’t a slow driver, not that you thought this was how he was going to retaliate that comment.

By the time you reached there Luke, Bobby, and Reggie were all waiting by the claw machine.

“What took you guys so long?” Bobby asked and you pointed at both Alex and Rose in blame.

“Wow, I think I just saw the bus that you decided to throw us under,” Rose shook her head, turning it just the right direction to see a certain amateur photographer sitting at one of the tables with a few friends. Immediately, her face turned into a million shades of red.

“Oh is that Ray?” Luke asked, quickly joining in on the conversation.

“Um, can we maybe address that later?” Reggie asked. “Cause I’m pretty sure that’s my flannel,” he pointed to the fabric tied around your waist.

“Oh my God is it? Is it? I knew it looked familiar,” you said while trying to untie it from your waist but Reggie put a hand on yours, stopping you from doing so.

“It’s fine Cookie,” he shrugged. “Keep it, I have a few. It looks good on you,”

You blushed and nodded, tightening the flannel again around your waist.

“Okay, so what’s the first thing you guys normally do?” you asked, knowing them they probably did some sort of voodoo ritual before playing games, they were weird like that. “Oh and Rose you should call Ray over to join us cause if you don’t I will,” you said in a sing-song voice. Rose’s face turned red as she repeatedly shook her head.

Luke called out to the group to get everyone’s attention. “Game plan, kids,” he said.

You rolled your eyes. “Of course there’s a game plan,” you groaned.

The guitarist shot you a look before continuing. “Anyway,” he said. “First we start with the basketball shooting game, then we work down the aisle, all the way down to the claw machines. Don’t spend any longer than five minutes on each claw machine game. We all know those games are bullshit. If you have any coins left, use them on the game you’re best at.”

You made a sour face. “Yet you guys call me the nerd of the group,” you scoffed, crossing your arms on your chest.

“Hey, don’t disrespect the arcade kings,” Bobby shot back. “We practically own this arcade.”

“Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“(Y/N) why don’t you come with me and play some basketball,” Alex suggested.

“You’re just saying that cause you know my hand-eye coordination sucks and you wanna see me fail,” you said sticking your tongue out at him.

“Yeah and I’m not even gonna deny it, come on,” Alex said, dragging you over to where the game was and placing some tokens in the machine.

“Alex,” you whined. “I don’t wanna,”

He shot you a grin in your direction. “Let’s play, and the loser has to pay for pizza later?”

You narrowed your eyes in determination. “You’re on, Mercer.”

Time continued to fly by faster than you preferred. You and Alex had played every game nearly three times now and you were running low on coins and energy. Losing count on your wins, the two of you decided to call it a tie.

“Let’s go sit by the skeeball machines,” you suggested.

Slightly out of breath from running down the aisles to race you, Alex nodded gratefully. Hand in hand, you guided Alex through the waves of teens and children to finally find the benches in the quietest — well as quiet as an arcade can get — part of the building.

You glanced over at Alex, his cheeks flushed from playing. “You want me to go get you some water?” you asked, slightly concerned.

��If it’s not too much trouble,” he said, smiling slightly.

Standing up, you made your way to the vending machines, only to be stopped by the sound of a high pitched giggle. Hiding behind one of the game machines, you peeked to see Reggie and some blonde girl talk to each other. They were standing far too close for your liking as the girl pulled Reggie down to her level, whispering something in his ear that made him laugh.

Your face was burning. Something about the two of them together didn’t sit well with you. After a second of thinking, you decided you were upset because Reggie left you guys to go hang out with some girl. You were upset about the band not spending time together. Definitely not because Reggie was talking to another girl...smiling at her the way he does with you, and holding her waist like he did with you during your dance detention, and absolutely not because he’s joking around with her like he used to with you.

Ripping your eyes away from them, you stormed back to Alex, chucking the water bottle at him. The poor boy barely caught it, raising an eyebrow in confusion at you.

“(N/N), you okay?” he asked, setting his water bottle down to place his hand on your knee.

You nodded rigidly. “Of course I am,” you briskly answered.

“Sorry (N/N), I know fine and this clearly isn’t it,” Alex countered, still not understanding what was going on until he stood up to take a quick stretch, seeing Reggie tucked away by one of the arcade games with another girl. “Oh, I see,”

“What do you mean you see?” you asked. “There’s nothing to see,”

“Um I’d beg to differ,” Alex countered yet again. “(Y/N) if you’re upset you should just go talk to him, I’m sure Reggie will be reasonable.”

“Yeah right, reasonable is Reggie’s middle name,” you said sarcastically.

“(Y/N),” Alex said pleaded, “I swear to sweet little baby Jesus just go to him, please, put me out of my misery,”

“I guess you’re going to have to suffer,” you said stubbornly, making Alex roll his eyes and groan.

Luke and Bobby ran up to you guys. “We think it’s time we head back to the studio,” Luke told you two. “It’s nearly dark, and you know how much Alex hates driving at night.”

Alex shuddered. “Fine, let’s go,” he said before turning to you. “Don’t think we’re done with this conversation.”

The entire group filed into the car, Rose giving Ray a kiss on the cheek before joining you. Rose began to tell you about her little date, not skipping any detail. For the time you were together, you started to forget why you were mad.

But then Reggie entered the van. “Hey guys!” he greeted energetically, finding his spot in the back. You remained silent while everyone else said their “hellos.”

“How was everyone’s time at the arcade?” he continued to talk. Reggie glanced over at you. “Did you win against Alex? I know he’s terrible at playing games, but so are you so it’s an equal playing field.”

Normally, you would have laughed. But this time, you didn’t even look him in the eye. “It was fine,” you said stiffly.

Reggie snorted. “Just fine, come on, Cookie, I-”

“Why don’t you tell us about that girl you were talking to the entire time, then?” you cut him off, staring out the window to stop yourself from crying.

“What girl?” Rose asked, whipping her head around and narrowing her eyes.

“No one” he answered quickly.

You scoffed, crossing your arms on your chest. “So it’s okay for you to lie, but not me?” you muttered.

Reggie raised an eyebrow at your weird behaviour, but remained silent for the rest of the ride. If there was something wrong, he’d talk to you properly, and in private.

The moment Alex parked in the driveway, you quickly unbuckled your seatbelt and left the van with Rose glued to your side.

“What happened?” Rose asked in a hushed voice.

“Nothing!” you said frustratedly. “You and Alex keep on making things out of nothing. I’m telling you, there’s nothing wrong.”

As the night continued, you were still bitter towards Reggie, occasionally throwing out a sarcastic remark towards him. The group, to say the least, was very confused as to how your friendship with Reggie somehow shattered in just five hours.

“Let’s watch another movie,” Rose proposed after the first movie ended. Everyone else nodded, as Reggie piped up,

“Can we watch Star Wars?” he asked. “I’m really in the mood to-”

You groaned. “Will you just shut up,”

Reggie looked over at you stunned and just before Luke was going to say something Reggie grabbed your arm and looked at you with a serious face,

“Can I talk to you? Alone,” he said cooly.

You were about to respond with a sarcastic retort, but he stopped you by pulling you up and dragging you out of the studio into the brick open-spaced area around the rock garden.

“What the hell (Y/N),” he deadpanned.

“What do you mean what the hell?” you asked innocently and Reggie scoffed, letting go of your arm and looking away.

“Enough of the fucking bullshit (Y/N)!”

“What bullshit Reggie please enlighten me because I wasn’t the one ditching the gang to spend time with some random blonde,”

“You have no right!” Reggie angrily exclaimed, pointing roughly at you. His eyes were dark with anger, unlike anything you’ve seen before. “You have no right to say- t-to act like a child after what happened?”

You rolled your eyes. “What are you talking about?” you demanded.

Reggie laughed to himself, frustratedly running his fingers through his hair before looking back at you. “I don’t fucking understand you,” he hissed. “You’re so frustrating and unpredictable. First, you joke around with me, blush when I tell jokes or better yet flirt, but the moment I step out of line even an inch, you turn around and hate me again! I don’t get it, what the fuck do you want from me?”

“I want you!” you cried out. “Dammit, Reggie. I want you, but sometimes you’re so far up your ass you can’t even tell!”

“Me?” he yelled back. “I gave you so many chances. You wanted time? I gave you plenty of it! I have you so many opportunities that you ignored so don’t you fucking dare pin this on me.” Reggie didn’t bother letting you try and defend yourself. “You said it yourself, you wondered when people will leave you, and that you’ll be left alone again. Here’s the reality, (Y/N). People don’t leave you, you push them away. You put the blame on everyone but yourself, so all you’re left with are your own broken pieces. Face it, you’ve never changed.”

You staggered back, feeling as though you were caught under a wave of emotions. He was right. Every single word he said...was right. And damn, it hurt so much to realize it.

Reggie looked up from his shoes. “I want that necklace back,” he said in a low voice. “I don’t want to see you with it, or any piece of me, ever again. You hear me? I’m done. I’m done with your mind games. I’m tired of waiting for you. I’m done with you.”

There it was. The moment you were waiting for, the reason for Reggie to step out of your life again. Or, in reality, the reason that made Reggie realize you weren’t worth it anymore.

You quickly unclasped the necklace, throwing it on the ground along with his flannel.

Before leaving, you looked at him one more time. “It was always me, wasn’t it?” you whispered in a broken voice. “I was always the reason. The problem. The second choice. Right?” Reggie refused to look you in the eye. You wiped away your tears, a sad attempt to, really. More tears just took their place.

“I tried, Reggie,” you told him in a quiet voice. “I really did. B-but if I’m the only thing that’s holding you back, then let me go.”

Reggie remained silent. Taking it as your cue to leave, you ran down the street, not bothering to say goodbye to your friends.

And just like that, you were alone again. Just like you predicted.

—

As if your week couldn’t get any worse, the universe didn’t fail you. You had detention with him. And even better, you were forced to sit in silence with him.

Seriously you thought to yourself Did he actually fall asleep while supervising detention.

Mr. Alderman, the gym teacher, was fast asleep, snoring at his desk.

You hadn’t spoken since your fight a few nights ago, the emotions still fresh under your skin, burning your eyes and throat, just making you wish for it to end.

Reggie muttered something under his breath and for the first time in a few days you took a good look at him.

His eyes were sunken and he seemed angry. It radiated off him like light bouncing off a mirror.

“Have something to say, Peters,” you whispered quietly.

“Yeah, I’m leaving,” he nodded, standing up and grabbing his bag.

“You can’t leave,” you said flatly.

“Watch me,” he turned his back and you followed him out of the class and into the hallway.

“Reggie stop,”

“No (Y/N)! I’m not stopping anymore! I’m not waiting anymore!”

“I’m not asking you to do that Reggie! It’s me, I’m leaving okay?!” you exclaimed.

“W-What?” his voice grew quiet.

“I’m transferring out at the end of the week,” you look at him with stone-cold eyes. “Not that you would care.”

“(Y/N), you...Wait you can’t-!”

“Stop telling me what I can and can't do Reggie! I hate that my fucking feelings are controlled by you! I hate that my entire life will be spent trying to find someone to live up to you! I just want some fucking peace and quiet for once in my life!” you sobbed, unable to bottle things up anymore. “I work and I work and I work and I get nothing! I try and I try and I try and I still get nothing! And maybe that’s because I can’t be in control when I’m around you so yes I’m leaving!”

Reggie didn’t say anything, he just stared at you blankly, the only sound in the empty hallways was that of your soft cries.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you choked out, turning around and running out through the back of the school and into the pouring rain, not even bothering to hide for cover under the pavilion; falling to your knees and wrapping your arms around your waist as the most devastating sounds ripped from your heart and soul.

You cried until you couldn’t cry anymore. Scream until your throat was raw. Pulled at your hair and kicked yourself, ashamed and frustrated, until the pain was too much. But even then, it could never match the pain you were feeling in your heart.

It felt good, felt right to feel this way. Ever since middle school, you had been told you were a robot, an emotionless nothing.

Look at you now. Crying like everything had up and left in your life because it did. You were alone, left behind to pick up your broken pieces. Just like Reggie said.

You hated how Reggie was right about everything. You had no right to be mad because it was true. You pushed everyone away, placed the blame on them so that you didn’t have to get hurt. Is this how he felt? Did you ever make him feel this way?

The cold air angrily nipped at your fingertips, your eyes red from the weather and your tears. Turning your head, you looked at the school door, internally hoping that maybe it would swing open. Maybe Reggie would come out of the building and take you in his arms and tell you that everything will be alright.

The door never opened. Reggie never came. You were left alone with your thoughts in the pavilion.

And the rain continued to pour on and on.

—

Reggie was distracted the entire practice. His fingers would roughly strum against his strings as he stared off into the distance, a faraway look on his face.

Luke, having noticed Reggie’s odd behaviour, stopped playing.

“Hey, Reg you wanna cool it on those strings?” Luke asked.

“Or does he need to mention how much money we have combined,” Bobby added.

“It’s negative seven hundred forty-five dollars and thirty-two cents.” Luke deadpanned and Alex rolled his eyes.

“Are you mad at Alex again?” Bobby asked and for a moment the blond drummer looked frightened.

“No, it’s not that,” Reggie shook his head.

“It’s (Y/N), isn’t it,” Rose said softly, looking at the bassist with sympathetic eyes. Just as Reggie was about to ask how she knew, Rose answered the question. “You keep looking at the spot on the couch where she used to sit during practices,”

Reggie chewed hard on the inside of his cheek while Luke came closer to him, laying a hand on his shoulder.

“You don’t need to bottle it up,” Luke whispered. “We’re here for you. You know that.”

“I messed up,” the tone of his voice was wavering as he tried to make sure it didn’t crack. “I messed up so fucking bad. The only thing I’m good at is pushing the good things in my life away until I fuck it up entirely. I’m a time bomb. It’s only going to get worse the longer people are around me,”

Reggie carefully slid his bass’ strap off his shoulder and placed his instrument against the couch where you would normally sit.

“No you’re not,” Alex told him, quickly coming to join Luke next to his friend. Bobby and Rose followed soon after and before long Reggie’s head was tucked in Luke’s shoulder as tears finally streamed from his eyes and his friends surrounded him like a shield from the cruel world.

“Aren’t I?” Reggie croaked. “I can't even talk to you guys without exploding or storming off, a-and (Y/N), she’ll never forgive me for all the things I’ve said and done… I don’t deserve any of your guys,”

“Reggie cariño, everyone deserves a family,” Rose said in a soothing voice. “And we’re each other’s family. Family sticks together no matter what, even if you don’t think they should.”

“And what about (Y/N)?” he whispered. “How could I possibly erase all that?”

“You don’t,” Luke spoke up. “You use it, use it to apologize. Use it,” he repeated, placing his songwriting pen in Reggie’s hand.

Reggie bit his lips and took the pen from Luke, seeing his tattered red book resting on the couch.

He was sure it wasn’t the first time he wrote something for you and it definitely wouldn’t be the last, but it just might have been the first one you’d hear, so it had to be perfect.

And somehow, just like you’d always managed to do, the only thing on Reggie Peters's mind was his Cookie.

—

“Rose I already said I don’t want to come here,” you sighed as your friend dragged you through the crowd of people waiting to get into the show.

“(Y/N) come on, these are your friends! They want you to be here,” she tried to convince you, but you were still skeptical, and it didn’t help that you didn’t know if you wanted to see Reggie or not right now.

Rose gave you another tug, but you dug your heels into the ground. The girl sighed, giving you a look. “It’s your last day as a Los Feliz high student,” she told you softly. You stiffened at her words, looking down at the floor. “At least spend it with us. Then, I’ll leave you be. I promise. You don’t have to see another gig -better yet, another bass- ever again. Will you do at least that for me?”

You finally glanced up from the ground. “For you,” you answered begrudgingly.

“What’s up Los Feliz High,” Luke said into the mic and was met with cheers.

“We’re Sunset Curve,” Reggie added. “And this is a little something we wrote called I Remember,”

There was a soft opening with Reggie’s bass and Alex on drums, slowly layering in the guitar riff intro before Reggie came close to his mic,

“I remember those nights, stayin’ up late, listenin’ to the radio.

I remember the days, callin’ your name, running to your patio,”

Rose glanced over at you, grinning as you tried to listen to the lyrics, finding a sense of familiarity in the words. Luke and Bobby now joined as backing vocals taking a lower and higher harmony.

“And as the years went by slowly you - left my life and I can’t, I can’t, I can’t figure out why, why?”

Alex led to the chorus with a drum fill before the hard rock beat came in, Reggie, Luke, and Bobby really getting into playing to the beat and rhythm, before all coming in again singing the chorus.

“So tell me, tell me when it all fell apart. Tell me, tell me can we go back to the start.”

The music backing instruments quieted slowly as Reggie leaned into his mic, looking directly at you. Your breath hitched at you finally made eye contact with him. You hadn’t bothered to look at him in so long, you wanted to burn the feeling into your memory so you never forget. His eyes glistened with tears as he began to sing,

“Tell me, tell me what happened to us Cookie,”

You looked over at Rose who only smiled knowingly as you tried to hide the fact that you were most definitely losing your composure, your heart beating faster and your vision becoming blurry.

“I remember I hurt you, a stain on my heart that’ll never go away. I remember I kissed you, my heart said to stay but my feet ran away.”

They transitioned back to the chorus and you couldn’t help but try to push back the lump in your throat as you looked up at your Flicka, singing for you. Reggie took the mic and walked over to you. His hand was stretched out to you, face lighting up in hope. Pushing down all your doubts, you took his hand in yours, squeezing it tight.

“And I promise, I promise, I promise I’ll never go away. And I promise I promise, I promise I’ll be there every day. Just tell me, just tell me, just tell me you’ll look the other way. Cause if I lost you one more time I don’t think that I’d survive,”

Tears streamed down your face as you listened to the lyrics, each word slowly chipping down the walls you put up around your heart. Reggie leaned in close, removing his hand from yours and placing it on the side of your face, wiping away your stray tears.

“So tell me, tell me when it all fell apart. Tell me, tell me can we go back to the start.”

The music slowed and quieted one last time, Reggie’s eyes interlocked with yours as he sang the last line,

“Tell me, tell me, will you be mine Cookie?”

Silence followed as everyone turned to you, waiting for your answer. You glanced over at Rose, who was just as impatient.

Locking eyes with Reggie, you nodded. “As long as you’ll be mine, Flicka,” you whispered so that only he could hear.

Not waiting any longer, Reggie dropped his microphone, hopping down from the stage and taking both sides of your face and pulling you into a long-awaited kiss. The crowd cheered, but your mind blocked them out.

You missed Reggie’s lips that tasted faintly of that cherry chapstick he always used. You missed feeling his hands against yours, warm and comforting.

You missed your Reggie. But now he was here, and he was never letting you go.

—

“Lady Bunny!” Luke cheered, running up to you backstage and pulling you into the tightest squeeze. “I missed you so much,” he whispered and you held him close against you.

“I missed you too, mom,” you sniffled while Luke pressed a friendly kiss to your hair before you were promptly tossed around the group, hugs and all exchanged along with the chatter of

“You’re gonna stay, right? You can’t transfer now,”

All to which the answer was yes, especially when you looked over at Reggie, the brightest smile on his face.

“Hey guys can I have a minute alone with Cookie?” he asked and they all complied, moving out of the way of the new couple.

“Have something for me Flicka?” you asked, slight teasing in your voice.

“Actually, yeah,” he nodded, fishing out a necklace from his pocket. “I shouldn’t have taken it from you. Or told you that you were the problem. You never were, I promise.”

“Water under the bridge,” you smiled shyly. “What matters is that you’re here now.” You turned around, allowing him to clip the silver chain around your neck, not without sneaking a quick peck to the corner of your lips after turning you back around.

“Perfect,” he told you, his lips quirking up into a smile. “You’re perfect.”

“And you’re overly cheesy,” you shot back jokingly.

Reggie grasped his chest in feigned hurt. “You love me, Cookie,” he pouted.

You went on the tips of your toes, kissing him softly. “Yeah, Flicka,” you whispered. “I do.”

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oikawaplssteponme · 3 years

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PART 5 | previously: part 4 | masterlist

pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x fem! reader

rating/warnings: swearing, angst (?), mention of scars, implications of trauma

synopsis: When UA’s hot heads, Katsuki Bakugou and you, are forced to put your hatred for each other aside and plan the third year Prom, things end up getting a little heated...

a/n: ahh hiii!! im really happy with how this part turned out and i hope you all like it too!! [finally some softer Bakugou hehe] thank you for all the love on this, i really appreciate it you have no idea :))taglist is still open!✨ enjoy xx

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Five: scars

“No.”

“What do you mean no?”

“I’m not answering that. That’s way too personal,” huffed Bakugou. You sighed. Clearly getting to know Bakugou is easier said than done.

“Bakugou, I asked you what your favorite color is, not what you like to do in the shower dumbass,” you groaned. Bakugou crossed his arms.

“Still…”

“In all honesty I could probably guess it. Red right?” You suggested. Bakugou shook his head.

“No it’s, uh, it’s orange,” he whispered, “what’s yours?”

“(color),” you said. Bakugou nodded.

“Not surprised,” he smiled.

“Okay next question and this one I’m dying to know. Why do you want to be a hero?” You asked. Bakugou’s eyes widened.

“Why do I want to be a hero?” He repeated. You nodded.

“Yeah I mean you’re so driven, so what drives you?”

“Um it’s kinda stupid…”

“I’m sure it’s not,” you smiled. Bakugou looked down at the palms of his hands.

“I like to win and seeing someone like All Might when I was growing up and how he always won, well I wanted to be like him. Everyone loves heroes, that’s why we admire them. I guess I just want that too. Being a hero is just something I’ve always wanted. Sometimes you just know you want something, and that’s reason enough to pursue it,” he explained.

For maybe the first time, Bakugou’s voice was soft when he spoke to you. He looked almost vulnerable.

“That’s not stupid at all,” you whispered. Bakugou’s eyes grew. He cleared his throat.

“Yeah and because I’m the best so obviously I had to be a hero,” he said. You chucked.

“Sure you are Katsuki.”

“Okay well why do you want to be a hero?” He asked. Your heart dropped to your stomach.

“Oh uh that’s okay. Anyway, I’m asking the questions not you,” you protested.

“THAT'S NOT FAIR!” He gripped onto your wrist, “come on Y/N.”

You took a deep breath.

“When I was little, I didn’t have too many friends. I’m the only one in my family with a quirk so they never really knew what to do with me, let alone deal with a quirk like mine,” you began.

“Wait so your parents don’t have quirks?” You shook your head.

“Nope. We have this weird mutation in my family where it is way more common to not have a quirk. So you can imagine my parents' surprise when I had one. It’s kinda funny actually; the first time I used my quirk, I accidentally blew up my parents bedroom,” you confessed. Bakugou chuckled.

“I can relate to you on that note.”

“And so when school rolled around, all the other kids were pretty scared of me. None of the girls wanted to be friends with someone with a scary quirk and all the boys were too nervous to even talk to me. So I built up some pretty tough skin. In all honesty, I hate being alone or the feeling of being alone. So when I started to learn about heroes, I knew I wanted to be just like them. Everyone loves them and wants to be their friend. They are always there for everyone. So to answer your question, I want to be a hero so that maybe even one person could feel a little less alone, even if that person is me.”

Your face felt criminally warm. You never told anyone that before. For some reason, Bakugou was easy to talk to.

You looked up at Bakugou, your eyes felt a little foggy.

“And because I want to kick villain ass, obviously,” you joked to break the tension.

“You feel alone too?” whispered Katsuki. Your eyes widened.

“Yeah, being alone terrifies me. I’m not the best at keeping people too close either. I think I just force myself into this cycle of pushing and pulling people away, but it never works so I end up by myself,” you explained.

“I know how you feel…”

“You do?”

“Yeah dumbass. I don’t like getting help from people, even if I need it. I’m not very good at expressing myself anyway though…”

Your heart ached as you looked at Bakugou. Iida was right, the two of you might have more in common that you actually thought.

“I thought you liked being alone?” You questioned.

“I mean yeah, doesn’t everyone? There’s a fine line between being happy alone and being afraid alone. I guess I’m not too sure where that line is,” he explained.

“I’m not too sure either. I think you’ll need someone to fish you out if you start to go below the line and bring you back down to earth when you get too far above.”

“Maybe…I guess I’m still waiting for that someone.”

“Like when the League got you?” you blurted out. Bakugou’s eyes widened.

“WAIT UH I’M SORRY I SHOULDN'T HAVE-”

“Yeah exactly like that,” said Bakugou. You sighed.

“I bet you were pretty scared...I know I would’ve been,” you whispered.

“Yeah I was…”

Without thinking, you took Bakugou’s hands gently. He flinched at your touch.

“It’s okay…”

“Your hands are rough,” he admitted. You sighed.

“That’s what happens when I use my quirk without my gloves. As a kid I didn’t know that when I used my quirk my skin would burn up. So now I’ve got these nice scars all over my palms,” you explained. You took your hands back from Bakugou, rubbing them together.

“Sorry uh, I don’t know why I did that…” you mumbled out of embarrassment.

Bakugou slowly took your hands again. He flipped your palms up, and began to slowly trace along your scars.

“We’ve all got scars. Some of them are just easier to see than others.”

Bakugou continued to drag his finger along every line of your skin. He was gentle as he memorized every crack and bruise on your shaky hands. Before you even knew it, your eyes began to water.

“I hate my quirk,” you blurted out. Bakugou looked up at you.

“What?”

You sniffled.

“Some days I wish I was quirkless like the rest of my family. I’m such a pain and I ruin everything. How could anyone like someone with a quirk like mine?” you cried. Bakugou let out a long sigh.

“You’re so stupid,” he said. Your eyes widened.

“W-what?”

“Come on idiot, I don’t believe you for a second. I’ve seen you use your quirk. I’ve seen the way your stupid eyes light up everytime you throw one of your bonds. I’ve seen how excited you get when you get to fight someone, especially when it’s me. You’ve got a good quirk, I mean not as good as mine but still good. If you are really trying to tell me you hate your quirk, you are gonna need to do a better job at convincing me.”

He notices all that?

“As always you see right through me,” you sniffled.

“You may be a pain but I think I’d feel a little incomplete with you,” said Bakugou. Your eyes widened.

“Without you bothering me I mean, because I’m so used to it,” he clarified. You nodded.

“Same here. You know Bakugou, you’re not that scary.”

“I’m not?”

“Nope. You’re kinda like an angry, ANGRY, teddy bear,” you joked. Bakugou’s face turned pink.

“I AM NOT!”

You couldn’t help but laugh.

“See, exactly like that!”

“Whatever...” huffed Bakugou.

“You know what I think, Katsuki?”

“Please, enlighten me,” he said sarcastically.

“I think you just really need a hug.”

Bakugou’s face froze and he looked down.

“I don’t remember the last time I got a hug…” he mumbled. Your heart dropped. You looked to see that Bakugou was still holding your hands. His thumbs rubbed against your hands without him even realizing it. You scooched off of the table to stand, pulling Bakugou towards you.

“What are you doing?” He asked. You pulled him towards you again until he hopped off the table.

“Just trust me okay?” Bakugou stood in front of you and you slowly let go of his hands. You took a step forward and began to wrap your arms around his waist. He flinched.

“It’s okay…” you reassured him. Bakugou nodded. You wrapped your arms around him, resting your head on his broad chest. He just stood there.

“I’m sorry for everything…” you whispered.

You knew that you could never fully understand Bakugou, no one could. He had gone through more in his 3 years at UA than anyone. His scars might not be visible to the eye, but you could see them clearly. The thing is, you might have been the only person who could somewhat see the real Bakugou.

After those words left your lips, Bakugou hugged you back tightly. He clenched part of your shirt in his fist as he sobbed quietly. It was in that moment that Bakugou let out all that pent up pain, anger, fear, and emotion from the past 3 years.

The two of you probably stood there in silence for no more than a few minutes, but it felt like a blissful eternity. You didn’t want to let go of him and even if he wouldn’t admit it, Bakugou didn’t want you to let go either.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“You give shitty hugs,” he joked. You laughed and moved to look at Bakugou.

“Well what kind of enemy would I be if I gave you a good one?” You smiled. Bakugou let go of you and gave you a small smile.

“Uh I think I’m gonna head up to my room,” he said. You nodded.

“I think I’m gonna stay down here and get some work done,” you replied. Bakugou handed you the keys.

“Alright well uh, I’ll see you later dumbass.” Bakugou packed up his things and began to walk up the stairs.

“Katsuki?” You called. He faced you.

“What nerd?”

“Still hate me?”

Bakugou smirked.

“Damn right I do,” he said. You smiled.

“Good. Then the feeling is mutual.”

Bakugou left and you were now alone. You had this weird feeling in your stomach when he left. Like the feeling when you are on top of a roller coaster and it is about to drop. Like the feeling of when you're excited to see someone after a long time. Like the feeling of nervousness mixed with joy. You didn’t like this new feeling. You didn’t understand it.

So, you ignored it.

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spade-riddles · 3 years

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Sorry mate TTA but I'm gonna need more cuz it's easy & convenient for you to say all that AFTER the fact. Hell any one of us couldve sent in that ask. Perhaps ur legit but I still feel like ur just another hater making up stuff to make us look stupid.

Anonymous asked:

And we should care, why, Tea Time Anon? I'm not seeing any reason to continue supporting those two women or to put any faith into what you say.

Anonymous asked:

I really really really hope that that teatime anon isnt giving us false hopes. Like im already at the edge, one more step and im out. But right now im taking 2 steps back and hang around… again.

Anonymous asked:

Well! It's a REALLY good thing for the girls that buying out of contracts is a thing, then, isn't it!

Because them doing it ASAP is the ONLY thing that will make it so that the number of people that will support them as a out couple ISN'T so low that you can count them on one hand! 😒🚬

Anonymous asked:

Yeah sure like she moved the re-release of her most successful and most anticipated album ever *at the last minute* because of Karlie. As if she was ever gonna incorporate Karlie while married to a Kushner (the divorce wouldn't have come right away). I used to believe so much in tta. But the timeline of events they describe doesn't make sense. Am not falling for the "pivot" excuse anymore.

Anonymous asked:

“I think you all may have guessed that a PR divorce was planned and cancelled because of his Instagram deletion and subsequent reactivation.” No offense to you SR, but this sounds really manipulative. Make us feel good for something we indeed were assuming to gain our trust in order to then excuse their inconsistencies. Also even if 1989 were to be released on May, Speak Now was never gonna be released in July as they had said. Too short of a rollout for 1989. Explain that TeaTimeAnon. 🤷‍♀️

Anonymous asked:

Renegotiate!? Come on. Nope. Taylor better carry on, cause that is bullshit if true. Hell nah. Karlie is ridiculous to keep agreeing to shit—and Taylor is ridiculous to keep going along with it. Nope. Sorry. 😏

I do feel like something was coming in May for sure. I'm not sure what's going on, but things are for sure off. And it is weird that she all of a sudden announces RED 5 months early after dropping 1989 merch. Cool, no problem, but a weird rollout.

Anonymous asked:

Uh why does KK need money from jerk if she has Taylor? The whole she needs his money thing which is why she’s staying is getting to be an old excuse.

Anonymous asked:

There's no way the jerklie divorce was scheduled for the end of May. The end of the contract maybe. But there's absolutely no way they'd be getting divorced 3 months after the birth of the baby. It would have drawn too much unnecessary attention.

Anonymous asked:

Lmao tea time is just saying what we’ve all been saying. They are NOT legit. Stop trying to convince us that they are. They sound like regular fans taking a guess. Enough

Anonymous asked:

Sigh. I am a long time Kaylor and I really don’t find 🍵 credible. There was nothing in that explanation that we haven’t already speculated about at length on here. Unless there’s some strong corroboration of why they’re a trustworthy source, I really don’t need anymore “tea”.

Anonymous asked:

I mean come on. Would a real insider reveal so many details about Karlie's contract which is STILL ongoing in a place that is HEAVILY monitored by Jerk's team? Are we really that naive to believe that someone is offering such precious info without any care? TTA is either a troll or worse... they're dangling fake hope again right when everyone has started saying how sick and tired they are and how pointless it is to still support them. TTA must prove themselves, or not bother us ever again.

Anonymous asked:

Some of what TTA is saying makes sense... But here's my big question: Is Karlie sad and blue every day for months like Taylor talked about in Hoax? Or is she willingly prolonging her contract, pushing Taylor's re-recording schedule, and making it harder to untangle her and her kid from the K*shners? Both cannot be true. I'm not a big Karlie fan rn, but I think it's the first option. Also, TTA said 1989 TV would drop 5/14. So K renegotiated and T pushed 1989 in under 2 weeks? I'm skeptical.

Anonymous asked:

… so a “PR divorce” was scheduled for May, but instead we get Karlie w Joshua’s mom walking the baby and Karlie posing for pics in their stunt apt and a Father’s Day post? Among other pap walks? Literally makes NO sense.

Anonymous asked:

If anything is worth staying tied to the K*shners when you had a chance to be free, I have no respect left.

Anonymous asked:

can someone clarify what the 3rd part of tta's message?? taylors sm, interviews have been messy? like no?? that was(is) karlie?? the only "mess" on her part are that she sent out clues for multiple albums, and even that I refuse to believe that such a meticuluous planner as taylor did not take absolutely every factor in consideration, especially one as big as jerk renemwing their contract or whatever exactly went down. here im assuming that jerk had the power to single handedly renew [PART 1]

the contract, and that the term 're NEGOTIATE' is used loosely, because what could the kushners possibly have to offer to karlie other than money- black, dishonest, taxpayers' money- even her rep isnt being helped by the kushners, so why would she agree to extending their stupid skit that no one signed up for? and taylor has more than enough money to last 7 lifetimes. and if jerk had the power to renew the contract without karlies involvement, there is just no way that taylor didnt [PART 2/4]

take that into consideration. Also, the 22 weeks and men's day thing is too perfect to be planned on a whim, but it is possible that like some anon had previously said, it was planned for 2022, so we can overlook that. but otherwise, there are only so many possibilities: 1. 1989 was postponed because karlie DECIDED to continue playing house with the kushners for money. in which case, either a) taylor supported her (seems unlikely but still possible) or b) they broke up because of this [PART3/4]

2. karlie and jerk are together for real and have a kid together and karlie refused to being a part of 1989 tv era because she doesnt want kaylor rumours again, which i agree would be unpleasant if she really is with jerk, taylor is or is not with joe, and karlies refusal caused 1989 to pivot, and all of us kaylors are delusional to think there is anything more between them. <PART 4/5>,

3. karlie is, infact, bearding with jerk but kaylor broke up a while ago and taylor doesnt want to relive 1989 tv so soon after her breakup because it would remind her of karlie. 4. they broke up sometime in the past and taylor asked her now ex to be part of the 1989 tv era and she refused. 5. tta is a fraud. these are really the only situations i think are plausible, others are free to add more and share your thoughts on these. <PART 4/5>

also, another thing that has me doubting the credibility of tta is how direct their messages are. there is a chance that spade is/was legit because they spoke the same language as taylor- one of codes and puzzles. but tta's messages are wayy too straightforward to be approved by taylor i think. so either, as another anon requested, show some proof, like maybe a single release date for red tv or something, or stop sending supposed "tips" <PART 5/5>

Anonymous asked:

Convenient that TTA shows up after Red TV has been announced. Taylor has been dropping hints about all her albums since before May. Red tv being next makes sense and there is Easter eggs and evidence that was the case. Also: if negotiations happened at start of May, why was KK dropping 1989 hints as recent as last week. It’s doesn’t make sense.

Anonymous asked:

TTA: What about Speak Now TV coming out on July 9th, like you said last time? That album has nothing to do with Karlie. Taylor said pretty clearly that the next album she's releasing is Red TV. So what's your explanation for Speak Now's release being pushed to some unspecified date?

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cityofimagines · 4 years

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My Angel – JJ Maybank x Reader

Summary: your relationship with JJ is still relatively new, but that doesn’t stop you from showing just how much your care about him after his has an episode with his dad.

A/N: this popped into my brain randomly because im in love with fluffy jj, and jj in general. i literally just wanna give him the biggest hug in the world 🥺 this is also my first real obx imagine so lmk what you guys think!!

warnings: mentions of abuse

word count: 1841

It was currently a perfect day in the Outer Banks. 86 degrees, not a cloud in the sky, on your way to meet your friends on the dock. You finally found a time when everyone was off work simultaneously for the first time this week. John B’s boat was practically rotting from not being used in five days.

You fast walked down the hill to get to the meeting spot. As you got closer, you noticed most of the pogues plus Sarah Cameron, the newest addition to the group thanks to John B, all chatting.

“Hey guys!” You exclaimed as you neared them at the end of the dock.

“Hey (y/n)!” Kie smiled and ran up to give you a short hug.

“What’s up (y/n)?” John B asked, giving you a nod.

You shook your head. “Not much. Just excited to finally see you guys!” Which earned smiles from the rest of the group. Everyone was clad in swimsuits, t shirts, and flip flops, signaling that they were more than ready to get this day going. But before you could, you noticed something major was off. “Where’s JJ?” You asked looking around for your boyfriend.

“We were gonna ask you the same question.” Pope said.

“That’s so weird. We texted earlier and he was obviously down to come...I assumed he’d be the first one here.” You continued.

“Who knows maybe he’s just running a little late. It wouldn’t be the first time anyway.” Kie smiled and put a hand to your arm. “We can wait a few more minutes.”

You had been friends with all of the pogues for about two years now, pretty much since the week you moved here. However, you and JJ had only been dating for less than a month, so this relationship was still fairly new. You couldn’t help but wonder if maybe he was having doubts about you or your relationship. After that thought passed you wondered if something bad happened to him. JJ is known for having not the cleanest record, much to your dismay, so you couldn’t help but think he was in trouble. As more time passed, the more negative overthinking you did.

You checked your phone for any sign of him, but the only notifications present were from Apple telling you to update your software for the millionth time. The rest of the group had descended into a random conversation, but finally after 10 minutes of waiting for him you decided to speak up.

“Hey guys? I think I might go look for him…” You trailed off, looking in the other direction towards the rest of the island.

“It is pretty weird...JJ isn’t one to miss out on days like these.” John B added. “You want us to come with you?”

You smiled at his offer, but declined. “No it’s fine honestly. You guys go have fun. Don’t let me ruin your day.”

“You could never.” Kie said. “You’re sure?”

You nodded. “I promise it’s okay. I’m just scared something happened. I’m gonna go look for him and maybe we’ll meet up with you guys later if we can.”

Since your relationship with JJ was still so new, you were still learning how to manage spending time with him alone and spending time with the rest of your friends. You felt bad for leaving them because you hadn’t hung out all week, but something was pulling you towards JJ in that moment.

“Sounds good.” Kie finished. “Good luck and hopefully we’ll see you later!”

“Thanks guys.” You smiled one last time before turning to walk back towards where you came from. Your car was parked in a lot close by, so it didn’t take long for you to get in there and gather your thoughts. Where could JJ be? He couldn’t be at work, because he’s been working with Pope and his dad lately, so obviously if Pope was at the dock JJ would be too. The only other place he could be would be...his house?

The second that thought dawned on you, your face sank. His house.

JJ opened up about his home life to you pretty quickly into your relationship. You had known each other for so long before that he felt like he could trust you explicitly. He told you all about how his mom left when he was young, and how his dad is a disgusting physically and emotionally abusive alcoholic. This revelation led to a few tears and more than a few sleepovers at your house.

You backed out of the lot and sped down the streets as fast as you possibly could without it being able to technically count as speeding. Your heart was now pounding at the thought that something bad must have happened today involving his dad.

After a too fast car ride you came up on his street. You parked across the street in front of his house, not even daring to go near the driveway because who knows what his dad would do. You weren’t even completely sure his dad knew you existed.

You felt crazy walking around to the back door dressed in a bikini with nothing but an oversized t-shirt covering you, a messy bun sitting on top of your head, sunglasses behind your ears, and cheap flip flops.

Once you got up to the door, your hand hovered in front of it in a knocking position. Suddenly you were terrified. What if JJ wasn’t even here? What if you were just being a stupid worried clingy girlfriend? What if his dad answered? What would you even do in that situation?

A crazy thought came over you and you decided to forego knocking and reach out for the doorknob instead. You turned it quietly and the door clicked open. You closed it behind you and took a look inside at the house you had only seen a couple times before. Beer bottles lined every open surface. Clothes and dishes were strewn everywhere, medicine bottles sat on the kitchen counters. You bit your lip to keep from tearing up at the sight. The fact that this was the only place the boy who had your heart had to call home broke you.

You walked into the living room and jumped a mile when you saw an adult figure on the couch. Luke Maybank, luckily asleep. Still no sign of JJ.

You walked deeper in the house, down the hall to where you knew JJ’s room was. The door was cracked slightly, and you held your ear up to it. Your heart broke even more when the sound of crying filled your ears. You opened the door and it creaked, causing your boyfriend’s head to snap up in your direction.

“JJ…” You began.

“(Y/N)? What the hell are you doing here-” He said, cutting you off.

No words came out of your mouth for a minute as you took in the sight. He was hunched over sitting on his bed, clutching his side. His shaggy blonde hair looked more oily than normal most likely due to his hands running through it excessively. He had a black eye and a split lip, with random patches of dried blood around his mouth. You had heard about his dad’s horrible parenting, but nothing could have prepared you from seeing its effects in real life for the first time.

Finally you came to your senses. “I was looking for you.” You started. “We were all waiting for you on the dock and when you didn’t show up I just had a feeling something was wrong…God JJ why the fuck didn’t you call me? I would’ve come as soon as I cou-”

“Shh baby. It’s okay. I’m okay.” He said. “C’mere.”

You couldn’t help the tears that welled up in your eyes as you took all of three steps towards him. He wrapped his arms around your torso and pulled you in. Your head rested on his.

“It’s not okay!” You cried out, his hair muffling your voice. He shushed you and started rubbing your back.

“I’m fine sweetheart. You shouldn’t even be here anyways-”

“Will you shut up?” You said, the question coming out harsher than you meant. You quickly pulled away and looked down at him. “Shit- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean...I’m just fucking frustrated that you have to go through this. I can’t stand seeing you like this.”

JJ reached up to wipe the tear that had fallen onto your cheek. “It’s nothing I can’t handle. I promise I’m fine. Go back out with everyone. I’ll catch up later.” He said.

“No.” You shook your head. “We’re going to my house. I’m fixing you up.”

“(y/n)...”

“Either you come with me or I’ll help you here.” You gave him an ultimatum.

He sighed and his head fell forwards on your stomach. He was still sitting on his bed and you stood in between his legs. You grabbed his hand in yours. “Please baby. Let me take care of you.”

“Okay. Your house it is.” You helped him up and walked him out to your car. You even helped him into the passenger seat, much to his dismay. Seeing him like this had you seething inside, you couldn’t help but want to love on him with everything you had.

A short drive to your house later, you walked inside and told him to sit down on the couch. Your parents were both at work and you assumed your older sister was with her own friends. You ran to the bathroom to get bandaids, rubbing alcohol, and an ice pack for his eye.

You sat down with everything and began tending to his cuts. You felt like crying again, but reminded yourself to be strong for him.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You asked after a few moments of silence.

He shook his head. “There’s nothing to talk about. He’s just an asshole.”

“I wish I could do something more to stop it.”

“You do enough. I don’t deserve you.” He said quietly.

“Stop it. If anything I don’t deserve you.” You replied. You took the ice pack off his face for a minute to look into his eyes fully. “You’re the best part of my life JJ Maybank. When you’re hurting so am I.”

He leaned down to kiss your forehead. “My angel.”

You wrapped your arms around his torso delicately so as to not hurt him. You weren’t sure if words could adequately describe what you were feeling regarding JJ, so you just sat in his embrace. He wrapped his arms around you after a few moments.

“I’m so sorry you have to deal with all of this. I hate making you upset.”

“Not your fault.” You whispered into his shirt. “I would do anything for you. You know that.”

He pushed your head up to his and planted a passionate kiss to your lips. He pulled away and rested his forehead to yours. You ran a gentle hand up and down his side, feeling him get chills as you traced the muscles that hid underneath his soft skin.

“You wanna sleep?” You asked.

“Honestly...yeah.” He said quietly.

You patted his legs twice signaling for him to stand up. You switched positions so you were sitting behind him.

Once he got comfortable in your lap, you started running your hands through his hair and on his cheek. His eyes fluttered closed.

“I got you sunshine. You’re safe with me.”

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