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starfall-isle · 2 years
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krsnbgirl · 3 years
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Fly High! || Kageyama xFem!Reader || Part 5
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Summary: Hinata and Kageyama come over for a tutoring session since exams are right around the corner. Finally, they have a chance to have a little peek of your personal life at home after getting to know you more through your lunch time tutoring sessions. Kageyama also touches base with you about your decision which has finally come to an answer.
Pairing: Kageyama Tobio x Fem!Reader
Genre: Rom-Com, Slice of Life, Sports
Warnings: None for this chapter
Chapter's Word Count: ~3.1k
Author's Note: This is somewhat of a filler chapter, well in some cases hahaha. There are more moments with Kageyama though! All interactions with the story are much appreciated, but I would love to hear some feedback through the comments ; ^ ; I'm not sure if my writing is any good, but I'm assuming it's been going alright considering all the notes on the series?? Don't mind me, just being a little insecure about my writing atm...^^;
Taglist: @misnmatchedsox​ @monviemoo​ @love-beyond-words​ 
Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || || Part 5.5 || Part 6 || Masterlist 
The blaring sound of a phone going off echoed through the bedroom as you sleepily reached out for it and took it off its charger. Squinting at the sudden brightness, you saw who was calling you and sighed. Right when you pressed the green button, the upbeat voice of your best friend could be heard. Still trying to wake up, you changed the call to be on speaker as you listened to Nishinoya ramble about his morning. Then you winced when he suddenly exclaimed about the new information he received from his fellow teammates during their morning practice.
“You’re tutoring the two idiots later today?!”
You yawned and stretched to get your body to feel more awake before replying, “Oh yeah...Hinata asked if they could squeeze in some more studying time before exams this week.”
“(Y/N)-chan, you’re a girl and you can’t just have two boys over when you’re home alone!”
You rolled your eyes and picked up your phone as you got out of bed. Making your way towards the kitchen, you smiled to yourself as you saw the plate of food your mom left. Taking a seat in front of the food, you settled down to enjoy your meal.
“You’re being overprotective Yu-nii. Just because our moms went on a trip together doesn’t mean you’re in charge of me.”
“UH YES I AM, I AM OLDER THAN YOU BY A YEAR.”
You laughed before digging into the food and said, “Okay and if it’ll ease your mind you can come over if you’d like and join us.”
“Ugh I wish I could, but I already promised Ryuu and Ennoshita that we would study together...we’re not trying to let you first years beat us!”
“Wait, how did you know they were coming over anyway?” You asked before taking a sip of your water.
“We had an early practice today and during our jog, Hinata was saying how excited he was to hang out with you.”
“Aw, that’s cute. He really is a ray of sunshine, isn’t he?” You snickered.
“(Y/N)-CHAN! Do you have a crush on Hinata?”
You burst out laughing and immediately said, “No I don’t Yu-nii, he seems like a brother to me at this point. Because of how innocent and bright he is, it makes me just want to take care of him like an older sister y’know?”
“Oh okay, that’s good to hear. Well, I’m glad BECAUSE I’M NOT READY TO LET YOU GO TO ANYONE ELSE. YOU’RE MY PRECIOUS LITTLE (Y/N)-CHAN.”
“There, there Yu-nii. You’ll always be my best friend, no one’s ever going to replace you. Even if I did get a boyfriend you’d just have to live with it.”
“Ugh whatever, I don’t even want to think about it yet. Anyways, I’m stopping by for dinner tonight. I’m going to need a breather after studying with the guys.”
Finishing up your breakfast, you hummed in response and gathered your dishes to clean them.
“What do you want for dinner? I’ll bring it over!”
“Oh~ if it’s your treat then I want takoyaki and yakisoba pan!”
“You’re so cheap.”
“Oh? So if you’re okay with paying more I want tonkotsu ramen, carbonara pasta, fried chicken, onigiri-”
“OKAY, OKAY TAKOYAKI AND YAKISOBA PAN IT IS. Geeze, you’re more simple than I thought.”
“I’m being easy on you, Yu-nii.”
“Alright, I got it. I’m about to go over to Ryuu’s house so let me know if Hinata or Kageyama do something you don’t like. We’ll be there in a flash to whip those two in shape.”
“Yeah, yeah~ take care Yu-nii.”
“You too (Y/N)-chan, I’ll let you know when I’m on my way later. Bye-bye!”
You smiled to yourself as you dried your hands and put away the dishes. It was always nice to know that Nishinoya would always be looking out for you even if he did so in such outgoing ways. His positive personality always lifted up your spirits especially since you were the more reserved one between the two of them. Taking a look at the clock the time for the boys to come over was nearing, so you decided to go ahead and get ready before cleaning up the apartment.
‘I wonder how today is going to go?’
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Hinata and Kageyama were walking side by side as they made their way towards your area. The two had met up at the intersection they usually split up from to walk together since they didn’t want to awkwardly show up and make a fool out of themselves in front of you if they had shown up by themselves.
“Hey Kageyama, I wonder what her room looks like? Do you think it’s all frilly and pink like on TV?”
“I don’t know.”
“I hope she doesn’t think we’re even more stupid since we’ll be studying with her longer.”
“Who knows?”
“Kageyama, you also need to be more welcoming to her.”
“Shut up, Hinata. I already know what I need to do.”
“Are you sure, you seem pretty scary towards her if you ask me.” He laughed.
Kageyama clicked his tongue before slapping the back of Hinata’s head. “You’re just imagining things, you idiot.”
He quickly fastened his pace to get a head start and the boys began another race to see who would reach there first. In a matter of seconds, they were standing in front of your apartment complex and Hinata called you to let them in. The boys made their way up and Kageyama knocked on the door to let you know that they had officially arrived. They could hear your footsteps approaching and their eyes widened at your appearance. Your hair was out of its usual braid and you were wearing an oversized graphic t-shirt that was tucked into a pair of light denim high-waisted shorts.
“Hinata, Kageyama-kun I’m glad you guys made it.” you smiled at them before walking into the apartment.
“H-H-Hi (L/N)-san! T-Thanks f-for h-having u-us!” Hinata stuttered as he clumsily took off his shoes.
“Y-Yeah, excuse us for the intrusion,” Kageyama said softly as he followed Hinata towards the living room.
“We’ll be studying in my room if that’s okay with you guys?” you asked as you began to make some tea for them.
“A-A-Are you sure?” Hinata asked as he blushed.
“Hinata, relax. You don’t have to be so formal. I thought we’re all friends at this point.” you replied as they watched you rummage around for their cups.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right, haha. My bad…” Hinata sheepishly said.
“It’s the room at the end of the hall, make yourselves comfortable! I’ll be there once the tea is finished.”
The boys followed your instructions and entered the room. They were surprised to find it very minimal. The walls were painted white with black trimmings and were filled with medals and certificates from the years that you played volleyball. There was a bed at the corner of the room next to your balcony and a desk that sat at the center and against the opposite wall. An array of polaroids were posted on the wall where your floor desk was. It had your laptop and textbooks neatly on top with a floor chair and your blazer hanging over it. On its side was a shoe rack and had a volleyball sitting on the corner of its top rock. A white coffee table sat in the middle of the room on top of a black rug with a couple of cushions for guests to sit on. Your closet was closed and located nearest by the door; painted with a chalkboard medium that was filled with all sorts of critiques for volleyball, self reminders, and important dates to keep an eye out for. Along the wall where your bed was, there was a body-size mirror snuggled on the opposite corner and a bookcase near it. You had a record player sitting on the floor with a couple of your favorite albums sitting in its holder.
“Woah...it’s so organized,” Hinata muttered as he let his bag drop by the coffee table and wandered over towards the wall where all your medals and certificates hung.
Kageyama let his eyes wander as he took in all the small things that you kept for yourself. He made his way over towards your desk and looked at the different memories you captured through your Polaroid. There were many of you and Nishinoya throughout the years from early childhood days to when you went to middle school together. He noticed that if you smiled hard enough, there was a small dimple that would appear on your left cheek. His eyes softened as he continued to see small tidbits of your life before you came to Karasuno. There were funny ones with your old teammates and a couple of photos with you and the upperclassmen. The one that mainly caught his attention was one that Nishinoya probably took for you. You were surrounded by your teammates as you held up the national trophy with happy tears streaming down your face, sitting in a wheelchair to celebrate your victory.
‘She really loved volleyball, huh?’ He thought to himself as Hinata walked up to him and looked at the photos as well.
“Do you think we’ll make it on her wall someday?”
Always leave it up to Hinata to voice some of his own personal thoughts that he could never say out loud. He shrugged and went to go sit down to get ready for their session. Hinata joined him as well just as you walked through the door with some snacks and their tea. As the three of you got out your notebooks, Kageyama couldn’t help but peek at the polaroid wall once more wishing that he’d have a special photo with you soon.
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Before you knew it, the sun had already begun to set and Hinata freaked out. He was supposed to be on his way home already to look after his baby sister and Kageyama also needed to leave in order to pick up some food for his family. You walked them down towards the entrance and was taken aback to see both of them bow to you in thanks.
“Man, you’re a lifesaver! (L/N)-san, thanks for helping us study on a Saturday!” Hinata exclaimed with a bright smile on his face.
“Thanks,” Kageyama said and nodded at you.
“Sure, let’s do our best on the exam!” You smiled and Kageyama’s eyes slightly widened as he saw your dimple.
‘Cute…’ He thought as you and Hinata engaged in another conversation about your time as a volleyball player. Kageyama sighed and shook his head to get rid of those thoughts. He didn’t understand why his attention slowly shifted towards you whenever he was in the same space as you. His main priority was to focus on getting better as a setter so Karasuno can beat Seijoh the next time they plays against them.
“Oh? The two idiots are still here?” Nishinoya asked as he walked up to the trio with a plastic bag filled with food slung over his shoulder.
“Noya-senpai!” Hinata exclaimed.
“I hope she was a good teacher to you guys?” He smiled at them before taking his place next to you.
“Yeah! I’m gonna ace that exam for sure now! I think!”
Nishinoya burst out laughing and went to slap Hinata on his back for some encouragement. “Just as I suspected, Hinata! You’re always so positive and let’s hope that what you’re actually saying is true! Or rather, I won’t let (L/N)-san’s kindness go to waste!”
“Kindness…'To have a caring heart. A term used to express a caring attitude one has for another.’” Kageyama muttered as he continued to mentally go over what they had been studying for.
Nishinoya stared at him before laughing again. “You better pass too or else you both won’t be able to go to Tokyo. That and you would have wasted my precious best friend’s time.”
You sweatdropped and tried to calm them down. “Now, now let’s have some faith in them Yu-nii. You’re basically in the same boat as them so don’t be trying to act so superior towards them.”
Nishinoya pouted while Hinata and Kageyama gave you thankful looks. You sighed as your best friend jumped onto you and looked at the other boys. “Have a safe trip home Hinata-kun, Kageyama-kun.”
They waved goodbye and Nishinoya let go of his grip on you. He cheekily held up the food he brought and stuck his thumb towards your apartment. “Let’s go eat shall we?”
You playfully rolled your eyes and made your way up to settle down for the night. Once all of the food was laid out in front of you, Nishinoya was about to play the movie you were planning on watching when out of nowhere your cell phone rang. You picked it up and was surprised to see who called you.
“Kageyama-kun?” you answered and Nishinoya sprang up from his seat, pointing at your phone with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
You let out a small gasp but Nishinoya was too quick for you as he tackled you, trying to get the phone out of your hand. On the other side of the line, Kageyama weirdly looked at his phone when he heard the chaos happening in your apartment. He raised an eyebrow at the clatter of the phone and slowly brought the phone back to his ear in time to hear Nishinoya over the line.
“HUUUUH?! KAGEYAMA?! LET ME ANSWER- WHAT ARE YOU- HEY DON’T SLAP ME AWAY- (Y/N)-CHAN!”
“Um...is everything okay?”
You kicked Nishinoya off of you and quickly ran to your room. Locking the door behind you, you walked towards the bed and plopped down onto it.
“Yeah, everything’s fine, sorry about that. Yu-nii was being annoying.” you laughed, slightly out of breath.
“...R-Right…”
Smiling in amusement, you shook your head and caught your breath. You mindlessly kicked your legs and asked, “Um...is there anything you needed, Kageyama-kun?”
“I...um...accidentally left my notebook.”
You sat up and glanced towards the blue notebook that had fallen off of the table. You went to go pick it up and said, “Oh yeah, I see it. Did you want me to give it to you tomorrow?”
“Actually...I’m downstairs…I wanted to try and study more tonight.”
Running towards your balcony, you looked down to see Kageyama looking down and then scuffed the ground with his foot. You giggled over the phone and leaned against the railings.
“Kageyama-kun, look up.”
His eyes widened as he heard you and looked up to see you smiling at him from your balcony. He felt something in his stomach that he only felt when his nerves were high during matches. As he racked his brain for the answer, you waved him up to signal that he could come to pick up his notebook. Clutching the strap of his bag, he swallowed down the nerves and couldn’t believe that he was nervous around you.
“What’s this?”
Kageyama was greeted by Nishinoya and a teasing smile. “Are you trying to get at my best friend, Kageyama?”
The setter clicked his tongue and was about to retort back only to have you intercept and push Nishinoya out of the way. You sheepishly smiled at Kageyama as you lightly pushed him towards the hallway and followed him out. He watched as you glared at the libero and closed the front door, then sigh in relief before turning your attention towards him.
“Sorry about Yu-nii I know he can be overbearing sometimes.” you said while holding out his notebook.
“I-It’s fine...I’m used to it because he’s like that at practice.” He mumbled and gently took it out of your grasp to put it inside of his bag.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, I can walk you down too.” you offered and the two of you began to make their way towards the entrance.
A short and comfortable silence fell and Kageyama was trying to figure out how to start a conversation with you. You looked up and smiled to yourself when you noticed his eyebrows were furrowed in concentration. Trying to help him relax from worrying so much about his social nature, you decided to start the conversation.
“Are you nervous for the exam?”
Kageyama looked down at you as you looked in front of them with your arms behind your back and he shrugged. “Not really, you’ve been a lot of great help to us.”
“That’s good.”
Another silence fell and you finally reached the entrance. You stood in front of him and rocked on your heels, waiting to see if he would say something. He cleared his throat and looked towards the street before he asked, “Have you decided if you’re going to be our manager or not?”
You hummed in thought as you guys ended up looking at the strangers that passed by. “I’m still thinking about it. There are still some things I need to figure out.”
He peered down at you before readjusting his bag and said, “(L/N)-san, at this rate, you can’t move forward. If you want to do this, you have to just believe in yourself that you are able to.”
“Yeah...I guess you’re right.” you softly said as once again, Kageyama knocked some sense into you as if he could read right through the barricade you put up for yourself.
“...And I’d like to have you as our manager too…” Kageyama quietly added.
Your eyes widened as he rubbed his neck, a slight tinge of red could be seen on his cheeks. You chuckled and warmly smiled at him.
“Well if you put it that way, I guess I can’t say no to this offer, huh?” you teased. “I’m kidding, but really though, thanks Kageyama-kun. I guess I can’t let you down after all that you’ve said to me. Just wait for me to settle some things first.” ‘Like going to Ukai-san’s store tomorrow to talk about my past and how we can incorporate my skills into your practice…’ you thought to yourself as a million of new ideas began to form in your head. It also reminded you that there was finally something could do that would help the team raise money for their bus.
His eyes softened and a faint smile could be seen on his face. “You’re welcome, (L/N)-san.”
You smiled widely and excitedly tugged on the strap of his bag. Kageyama raised an eyebrow at you. “In that case, there’s something I need from you and Hinata for help.”
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backtothestart02 · 3 years
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Hazy - 11/? | westallen fanfiction
A/N: Another chap! I hope you enjoy! It is sans Iris, since this whole fic is in Barry’s POV and Iris is obvs not with him atm. Hopefully it’s still an enjoyable read. Reviews are love!
Commissioned by @andie1223
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Chapter 11 -
Linda paced back and forth frantically as she talked to the 911 operator about Joe’s condition while Barry did his best to keep Joe conscious and put pressure on the wound. In his heart, Barry knew this wasn’t real, this wasn’t the timeline he belonged in. It didn’t change the fact that this Joe West looked just as much as the one he knew, felt like him, loved like him. He couldn’t let him die. And he couldn’t shake the fact that if he’d had his speed, he would’ve been able to stop that bullet and keep Iris from being kidnapped. He would’ve been healed from Eddie’s beating him up just two days ago too.
“Come on, Joe, stay with me. Stay with me,” he repeated over and over.
Joe just nodded on the floor, trying to help him put pressure, but he was losing feeling in his limbs, and it was a fight to stay conscious.
“What the hell is taking so long?”
Barry reared his head up, glaring at Linda unintentionally.
“I don’t know,” she whisper-mouthed back, then repeated the insult into the phone to a far too calm operator, as far as the two of them were concerned.
Luckily though, paramedics burst through the door just shortly after and put Joe on a stretcher. Barry wanted to go with him. It was his first instinct. But given Linda had told the crime that had taken place over the phone, police also showed up and refused to let either of them leave until they’d taken their statements.
“He’s going to be fine,” one of the paramedics said, as they took Joe down the hall.
Barry really wanted to believe that.
After what felt like forever, both he and Linda were escorted out of her apartment, and it was taped off as a crime scene. Barry turned to Linda immediately, about to ask the inevitable, but she held up her hand.
“I’d drive you, Barry, I really would. But right now, I’m shaking so bad I don’t think-”
A stab of guilt hit him in the middle of his chest. Of course she’d be shaken up. She might not be close to Iris or Joe the way he was, but a gun had gone off in front of her, at someone she knew, and then someone else she knew had been dragged off.
“I’m sorry,” he finally said, swallowing hard. “Do you have money for a cab?” he asked after a beat.
She managed to suppress a laugh.
“Yeah, yeah, I have that much.”
They found their way out on the street and were able to hail a cab in no time at all. Traffic was brutal, but within half an hour they were let off at the hospital entrance.
Barry burst through the doors as Linda paid the cab driver and then followed him inside.
“He’s still in Emergency,” he told her, fuming after what the nurses had told him. “We can’t see him, because we’re not related.”
He was furious. He didn’t even know if he’d grown up in the same house with Iris and Joe in this reality, so he couldn’t push that angle with confidence. This was hell.
“Oh, Barry, I’m so sorry.”
He ran his hand through his hair with his good hand and forced himself to take a seat in the waiting room. Linda asked one of the nurses at the front desk for some water for herself and for Barry, which he refused, and then sat down beside him. She set the little paper cup of water on the small table between the chairs for when he was ready.
Barry couldn’t get a grip. He felt like an idiot. This whole time in this timeline he’d just been trying to cope, adjust, win Iris back somehow. He’d felt stuck. Never did it occur to him to make regaining his speed a priority. He’d been 100% focused on getting his relationship with Iris back on track. When he started to lose his speed, he figured that was at least something he could work towards. But now that he was injured and Iris was gone, Joe in critical condition…
He hated that he hadn’t just done that first, hadn’t tracked down Wells and Cisco and Caitlin to devise a plan, to convince them somehow to help him. Yet, thinking on it now, on how much of a one-track mind he had when it came to Iris, he couldn’t imagine him doing things any other way if he had the opportunity to try again.
Linda shifted beside him, and it was enough to pull him from his thoughts.
“How are you doing?” he forced himself to ask, her well-being the furthest thing from his mind, but he knew it was important.
She forced a smile and held up her hand.
“Not shaking anymore, so that’s good. I think it helped to get out of my apartment. Though…I don’t know where I’ll stay until the investigation is resolved.” She frowned.
“You’ll stay with me,” he said instantly.
She looked up, surprised.
“Though…I don’t have a guest bedroom,” he admitted.
“I do well on couches,” she informed him, resting her hand on his constantly moving arm to still him. “I’m short.”
He forced a smile from that, then licked his lips. He had to tell somebody about the timeline he was from, and he knew she was the only one left he could tell. He didn’t know if she’d believe him – who would? But it was worth a shot.
“Thanks, Barry. I don’t know what I’d do withou-”
“Do you believe in past lives?” he interrupted her.
She blinked.
“Uh…random topic.” He waited. “You mean, like…reincarnation?”
His lips twisted.
“No, not exactly… Like, say, you’re living your life and everything’s normal. Then you go to bed and when you wake up everything is different. It’s like a living nightmare that you can’t wake up from. Like a…new timeline on your life.” He frowned and looked up at her crestfallen face. “Does that make sense?”
“Barry.” She reached for his hand. “I know things seem really bad right now, and they are, but that doesn’t mean we won’t get through this. It doesn’t mean this isn’t your life.”
He looked away and sighed. He’d known it would be hard getting through to her. In the aftermath of something traumatic like a gunshot, maybe it was normal to imagine that this wasn’t the life you thought you were living. He didn’t want her committing him to a mental hospital though, so he chose his words carefully.
“Do you have any money left?”
She frowned.
“Some. Why?”
“There’s somewhere I need to be.”
She rose to her feet as he did, blocking his path to the exit.
“What about…Mr. West? Don’t you want to be here when he wakes up?”
He swallowed. He did, but suddenly he’d realized that if he was going to fix what a mess this had all turned out to be, he was going to have to do it alone.
“Can you stay here?” he asked gently.
She blanched. “Me?”
He nodded.
“Why me? He doesn’t even know me. He met me like a minute before he got shot!”
“I…I know.” He tried to soothe her by squeezing one shoulder. “But there’s somewhere I’ve got to be, and it’ll help Joe in the long run. And Iris and…hell, even Eddie.” His lips twisted. “Maybe.”
“Talk to me, Barry. What are you up to?”
He shook his head.
“I need to do this by myself.”
“In your condition? Your pain meds are going to wear off any second now. Then what are you going to do?”
He shrugged helplessly.
“No, no, I am coming with you on whatever crazy adventure you’ve cooked up in your head. I’m coming with you, and that’s final.”
“Linda-”
“Barry-”
The staredown didn’t last long.
“I need to go to STAR Labs,” he finally said.
“The laboratory? Why? Do you know someone there?”
He sighed. “I…used to.”
“What do you mean you u-” She held up a hand to stop both of them from that line of thought. “You know what, nevermind, if that’s where you need to go, then that’s where we’ll go.”
“I really don’t think you should come, Linda,” he tried again, but she was having none of it.
“Well, that’s just too bad, Barry Allen, because I promised you I would take care of you until you were all healed up, and that’s exactly what I plan on doing.”
He pursed his lips, then said, “Okay…”
“Okay, then, let’s go. I’ll call the cab when we get outside. It’s getting crowded in here anyway.”
And then she was out the door, not even waiting for him, but getting on her phone as soon as she was outside, just like she’d said she would.
Barry went to the front desk again and left both of their numbers with the nurse, asking that one or both of them be contacted once Joe was settled in his hospital room or set for release. One of the nurses was a bit of a stickler about how they were bound to be too busy by whatever point that was, but a young nurse cut in and assured him she would make a point of reaching out.
Barry decided to take that with a grain of salt and forced a smile of gratitude before turning around to an impatient Linda, who was waiting by a cab outside.
“STAR Labs,” she told the cab driver once they were inside. “And make it quick!” she said when the guy raised his eyebrows in surprise.
“Yes, ma’am,” he muttered under his breath, then took off out onto the street.
Barry didn’t say a word, just sat with his head against the window the whole way there. He kept his hands to himself incase Linda would try to comfort him again. He couldn’t afford that right now. He needed a plan, and he knew there was only one person he could get it from.
Dr. Harrison Wells.
The laboratory building loomed large when they arrived. It was bigger than Barry remembered, and bustling when they got inside. The crowd seemed to be a mix of visitors and employees, and it dawned on him then that maybe the STAR Labs Museum was operational at this point. But if that was the case, why did the cab driver seem so surprised at their location.
“Museum will be closing in five minutes. Please finish what you are doing and find your way to the exit. Have a great rest of your day!”
Caitlin.
That was her voice alright, and it sounded so…chipper. He wondered if Ronnie was still alive in this timeline, and if he was about to wreck her entire life by making him dead again if he changed things.
Barry weaved through the people, abandoning Linda unceremoniously to get to the customer service desk where, in all her glory, stood the chipper Dr. Caitlin Snow guiding people graciously to the exit with her outstretched arm.
“Caitlin?”
She froze and searched the crowd for who had called her name, and so casually at that. Barry strode forward so he was directly in front of the counter she stood behind. She tilted her head in confusion.
“It’s uh, actually Doctor Snow,” she corrected, pointing to her clip-on nametag. “Do we know each other? The museum’s about to close for the day. You can come back tomorrow though!” she said brightly. “10am sharp.” She smiled.
“I’m not here for the museum.”
She frowned. “Oh? Then what are you here for?”
“Caitlin! Caitlin, Caitlin!” A flustered, suited up Cisco Ramon came sliding in, in between them, and then completely blocked Barry’s vision. “We have an emergency in Room 102,” he said under his breath. “If you know what I mean…”
Her eyes widened. “Cisco, what do y-?” Her eyes narrowed and then widened again, according to whatever face Cisco was making. “Oh. Ohh.”
“Yeah, so if you could stop flirting for two seconds, I would-”
She scoffed. “I was not flirting. I was-”
“I don’t want to hear it. You’re just lucky Ronnie’s not hear to see it.”
“See what?!”
But he’d tugged her from behind the counter and was dragging her away.
“Sorry, Mister, museum’s closing for the day. Come back tomorrow. Oh, and she’s engaged!” Cisco called back to an offended Barry. “Find somebody else.”
Barry scoffed, irritated by his best friend from another life and his assumptions. If it was his real timeline, he would never-
“I think they’re closing,” Linda said, finally having found him.
Barry sighed. “Yeah, I got that much.”
“Should we go?” she asked, looking around at everyone leaving.
But Barry was determined.
“No. There’s got to be someone else here who can help.”
“Help with what? Your…other life?” she asked, only half-jokingly, really wanting to be entirely joking, he guessed.
So he ignored that, searching instead for another employee, one he did not have any personal relationship with in another life and could help him somehow.
“Excuse me, sir, it’s time to leave.”
Ugh. Not who he was hoping for.
Hartley Rathaway appeared before the two of them. There was no kindness on his face, no politeness. Just determination to stick to the rules and get anyone resisting out by force if necessary.
Probably just by insulting them though, if Barry had to guess.
“Actually, I was hoping you could help me before I go.”
Resigned to the inevitable, Hartley folded his hands in front of him.
“With what exactly, sir?”
“I’d like to set up a meeting with Dr. Harrison Wells.”
Hartley laughed. Just once. Just to show how incredulous of a request it was to his ears.
“Uh, I’m sorry, Mr.?”
“Allen. Barry Allen.”
“Right, Mr. Allen. Dr. Wells does not do meet and greets with civilians. So, if you were hoping to get his autograph…or something? Just, wait for his next book signing. It should be listed on the website. I’m sure you know what that is.”
Barry’s brows narrowed.
“I’m not some sort of…star-struck fan needing an autograph,” he said, even as he realized the irony of his words, because that was in fact who he was once upon a time.
“No? Well then, you won’t find it hard taking no for an answer then.”
“But-”
He reached for the microphone behind the counter.
“Museum is now closed. Please find the exit.” He paused for emphasis. “Now.”
Barry scoffed, but Hartley had no more time for him. He backed away and went to anyone else he saw in the main lobby, ushering them in a gentle manner towards the exit.
“Unbelievable.”
“Maybe we should go?” Linda urged, and Barry sighed.
She had a point, but had he really come all this way just to…give up?
“We can come back tomorrow. Maybe you’ll have better luck then.”
He hung his head, then nodded.
“Yeah, maybe.”
She looped her arm through his, then tugged him towards the doors they’d come through on entering the building.
“Come on, I told the cab driver to wait.”
Barry suppressed a groan. Had she had that little faith in him? He supposed he couldn’t blame her.
“Do you have-”
“Enough to get us back to the hospital? Yeah.” She rubbed his arm encouragingly. “Mr. West should be waking up soon. You’ll want to be there.”
He nodded and followed her into the cab, looking back at the glass-encased building only once before focusing back on the road, unaware of a pair of steely eyes behind glasses watching him closely as he disappeared from sight of the STAR Labs front window.
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Literally, it doesn’t matter what I do - if I don’t do it like my mother would, it’s wrong and it needs to be pointed out.
Scrubbing the oven by hand instead of using the automatic cleaning function? “That would be much faster and cleaner [than you would ever clean] [you just have to halfway disassemble the oven first for it to work].”
Doing the laundry late at night because my cats got fleas on my bed and I want to finish washing everything on the weekend? On a night everyone else is out and it won’t keep anyone up? “It’s a bit late for that, don’t you think?”
Doing something different while baking than how she learned it? “Oh, you should do it like this, the cake gets better that way.” Nevermind that I’ve been baking for 12+ years now and know how to see if something is working or not.
Hanging up laundry different than her? “Oh, you should put it up like this, it dries much faster that way.” It was approximately 30°C and windy, it would have been dry within an hour anyway.
A dish I cooked doesn’t turn out like I wanted it to and maybe tastes a little off? “It’s because you did this and that, you should use X and Y spice, they fit much better and are healthier.”
Not asking about applications I sent somewhere a month after I sent them because it explicitly says not to, they will contact you, and everyone asking would delay the selection process? “You HAVE TO FOLLOW UP, it shows you’re dedicated and want that job, you can’t just sit here all day and wait!!” Alright, I’ll follow up after mere weeks and show them I can’t read directions or can’t be assed to follow them, that sure makes me more employable.
Not having found a summer job because y’know, there’s a pandemic (STILL!!) going on and most companies struggle to keep their workers and are therefore not in a place to take in interns? “Well, X and Y friend’s daughter found something and your sister works as well, you can find something too!!” The friend’s daughter will work in a job where she will stand all day and make the same hand movements for 8 hours a day, I’m not doing that to my body for the sake of “not having a space in my CV” (especially, again DURING A PANDEMIC where future employers will look at your CV and go: “oh yeah, 2020, am I right?”). My sister has been working as a student employee since October, a job she only got because the school HAS to give its students jobs for their Master’s theses, and in a technology sector, which is the main source of economic income of my area, unlike translation.
Speaking of: Studying German, English, and Russian translation and interpreting? “Everyone speaks English today, no one needs English translators anymore”, WHILE SHE USES GERMAN SUBTITLES TO WATCH HER TV SHOWS BECAUSE SHE DOESN’T SPEAK ENGLISH WELL ENOUGH TO UNDERSTAND IT OTHERWISE, and “you will have to work at the customs’ office, they don’t need Russian anywhere else... or just find an office job that has nothing to do with your field of expertise, because again, no one needs translators anymore anyway.”
Not having had a boyfriend yet for a variety of reasons, including that I’m bi and was leaning a lot more towards women for a long time (not that she knows that, HELL NO), I’m shy/don’t know how to make new friends well, and that frankly, I’m just not as pretty as other girls and therefore less desirable for others (and don’t anyone come @ me like: “but you’re beautiful!!” I am, but less than my friends who I go out with who inevitable have all the guys flock towards them. “beauty isn’t important!!” on one hand yes, it isn’t, but on the other hand first impressions and looks matter and if anyone tells me they’d rather go for the less beautiful woman when no other factors are involved is, frankly, lying.). “Well, sitting at home all day won’t get you a boyfriend!! You need to go out more!! Aren’t there any nice guys at your university?? I want grandkids, you know??” WELL THOUGH LUCK, I DON’T WANT KIDS. I DON’T WANT A BOYFRIEND, I’M FINE BEING SINGLE, IF I MEET SOMEONE I’M HAPPY TO PURSUE THAT RELATIONSHIP, BUT IT’S NOT MY SOLE GOAL OR PURPOSE IN LIFE. AND AGAIN, WE’RE STILL IN THE MIDDLE OF A PANDEMIC! MANY PLACES ARE STILL CLOSED! YOU SHOULD STILL KEEP YOUR DISTANCE FROM STRANGERS! NOT TO SAY YOU CAN’T MEET PEOPLE, BUT IT *IS* MORE DIFFICULT AT THE MOMENT!
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Sleeping until noon or just before noon because I have a circadian rhytm that makes me most awake and uni/work/general-stuff productive in the evening and at night and therefore I stay up until well past midnight because with the whole study-from-home situation it’s possible atm? “You can’t sleep until noon everyday, you have to get up earlier and get stuff done, I’m a night owl myself, but I get up just fine in the morning.” You fall asleep at 10pm in front of the TV! And then you still let your alarm clock ring three times for three minutes in the morning and your husband still has to wake you up again so you’ll actually get up! 
Her turning everything into a lecture/life lesson whenever I say or do or don’t say or don’t do anything and treating me like a kid or teenager instead of a fully grown adult and thinking she knows best what I need to do and what’s good for me despite the fact that the constant and continuing alienation that started happening in my early teens due to *waves around at everything* has left us with no relevant relationship to speak of, except that we share slightly more DNA than non-related humans, and that I live in their house because I won’t be able to move out before finishing university? Oh yeah, there’s the reason I cannot WAIT for the day I get to move out, not tell my parents my adress, and cut them off for good. Like that will be hard because my sister and me are twins and she will absolutely constantly yell at me because “[our mother] always cries when I see her and asks me about you and I don’t care for that shit at all”, which is why I’ll swear all of my friends to secrecy about my adress. I’ll miss my cats like hell, but I’m afraid between leaving my cats with people they love for some reason to live a life free of my mother’s influence, happy and at peace, and keeping contact for 10 more years to keep seeing my cats a few times a year (aka when I’d be forced to come over for “family celebrations”)... I’m afraid I’ll have to pick myself here. Or if I miss them too much, I’ll sneak by when I know my parents are at work and have a secret cuddle session. I also was at a weddidng this weekend and I wanna get married so badly but I guess I’ll also have to swear my friends to secrecy about the time and date because otherwise my sister will know and then my parents will show up and if that happens we might as well just cancel the entire thing because my mood will be lower than any human could ever dig with a shovel and want to rip my skin off and throw shit. That being said, the wedding was the most wonderful thing since the lockdown and I cannot WAIT to have that myself and share that day with the people I truly love.
“You don’t talk to me anymore at all.” Me: tells her literally anything. Her: makes a huge deal out of literally anything, is sure to tell other family and friends, doesn’t shut up about it for weeks. Me: doesn’t tell her anything or ask her anything about herself. Her: tries to guilt-trip me into doing whatever she wants while also emphasizing that she’s not trying to guilt-trip me. Me: *looks at my memories of her always crying and slamming her bedroom door when something doesn’t go her way, and then coming into my room, without knocking of course, and going on about why I’m so emotionless and heartless towards her and insists/forces me to hug her, despite knowing I absolutely fucking hate hugging her [or even standing close to her or anyone else in my immediate family, for that matter] (upon me leaving for uni after Christmas break: ”I know you don’t like being hugged but you’re leaving for a month again so I want you to hug me” and then immediately hugs me, almost suffocates me (okay emotionally, not physically), kisses me on the cheek which makes me want to rip my skin off).* uh-hu. yeah.
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My Brothers, Corrupted
Chapter 2 : Section 3 : The Chains that Bind Us
Dapper, overwhelmed by months of abuse, finally struck back - literally. Anti needs to put him and the rest of his family back in line and hide the magical signal Blue won’t stop radiating, as well as trying to care for Trick through a depressive episode, and in his stress he’s violent and distressed and out-of-control. Dok is trying to survive the punishment for Anti’s failure and Red works to hide Blue’s magic constantly, determined to keep his family safe, even from the threats within it.
Trigger warnings for torture (character hanging by throat, non-fatal), major abuse, mind control, dehumanization, and ableism, including infantilization of a disabled character and taking away ability to communicate. Remember that sexualizing the abuse in this fic is the surest way to get yourself blocked.
Find Chapter One here.
Find Chapter Two here.
 Section Two of Chapter Two: The Chains that Bind Us
Anonymous asked: yo is it just me that has No Clue what just happened to anti or do any of you guys know what's going on
Red and Blue peer out from beneath their hiding spots. Blue’s neck is a vivid purple.
“Is he gone?” he mumbles, glancing around.
Red gets to his feet and dares to open the door, peering around the hallway, gone quiet now, with medicine rolling around the clinic floor.
“He’s never really gone,” he says, maybe for his twin, maybe for himself, maybe for you. “But sometimes he goes off on his own. It’s not my place to question him.”
He scratches at his beard, worried. “Wish he’d brought me with him, though. I could protect him - I could hold him and he might even let me. Might even lay his head down on my chest, and tell me he feels safer when I’m with him.”
Red’s eyes shine.
spicydanhowell asked: is he gone? wow. i think he just... had emotions. i think he remembered trick's OD and.... was upset. i love that for him.
“Oh, don’t tease him,” chides Red, sighing and retreating into his room.
“That attempt really upset him,” mumbles Blue. “We have to get this figured out. It’s not good for anyone to be living like this.”
He keeps glancing out the window. Red comes to sit beside him and throws an arm over his shoulder, and the two of them relax back against the wall as best they can.
Anonymous asked: hey red, blue, are you guys ok?
Red and Blue sigh in sync and Red glances over at the little brother beneath his arm.
“Wish he hadn’t done that to Dok,” Blue mumbles.
“Don’t think about that,” answers Red, putting his head down on his shoulder. “We’ll go get him tomorrow morning. He’ll be okay. We’re fine, right? We got each other, huh, buddy?”
Blue chuckles, and then coughs, rubbing at his throat.
“Yeah,” he rasps. “We do.”
spicydanhowell asked: hey if he's gone maybe... y'all could give dok a little relief? did he just leave trick and dap alone, like???
“Well, I’m sure he’s watching through the cameras. Or maybe he sedated them or something so they’re safe.” Blue pulls himself up to glance out his window, where he can see the corner of his shed. “I don’t know what he did to Dok, but the door is all locked up again.”
Anonymous asked: wow wow wow the great antisepticeye feeling Emotions?? imagine
Blue giggles, only to earn himself a pinch on the arm from Red. “Hey,” he protests, brightening a little and pouncing on his twin, tackling him to the ground and grabbing at his ear in revenge.
“Ow, ow,” Red pretends to whine, only to flip him over onto his back a second later, and then they’re wrestling, laughing softly as they try to forget what’s going on around them all the time. Red lets Blue have the attack, minding his twin’s injured throat, and soon he is pinned down to the ground, rolling his eyes as his twin laughs and laughs above him, warm and cheerful and safe, safe for now. There is little else that matters, because there is little else he can control.
spicydanhowell asked: dok won't last more than a few hours before he's strangled to death, guys. if theres anything you can do to help him... please do. he's kind of in horrible pain atm, even if he's not "dying" persay
Blue sighs and draws away from Red again. “I don’t know if there’s anything we can do without bringing punishment down on our heads too. Tomorrow, I’ll take care of Dok all day if he wants. But this is master’s decision and it would be bad to interfere.”
He stares out the window again, his mouth slightly open, like there is more he could say, but he does not speak.
Anonymous asked: Hey Dok! Kann ein Känguru höher als ein Haus springen? Ja! Weil ein Haus nicht springen kann! (Eng: Can a kangaroo jump higher than a house? Yes! Because a house can't jump!)
Dok’s eyes blink at you for a moment, confused. Then he lets out one short, rasping bark of a laugh.
“That sounds like something Trick would say, back when he was happier.”
cest-mellow asked: dok, is there anything we can do for you? tell something to trick, maybe send his message back?
“No, no, please don’t tell him I’m in trouble like this, I don’t want him to worry. Anyway, let him rest, it’s getting late. Is he resting? Will you tell me if he’s alright for tonight? Does he look very pale? Very thin? I hope he is eating and maybe taking his medicine and maybe not so sad so much? I hope Dap is with him, I hope - I…”
Doktor groans and struggles on his chain, sighing.
Anonymous asked: How are you holding up, Dok?
“Oh, I’m okay, I’m okay. Honestly he could have done much worse. He didn’t even get the dog out or make me eat the mice or anything.”
He glances down at the squirming pests near to his feet and flinches, closing his eyes.
“I’m okay, I’m okay, I’m okay,” he murmurs to himself. His face is still calm. There is little he cannot tolerate.
Anonymous asked: Maybe we could keep you company, Dok. I know talking might be kind of hard right now, but do you have a favorite song? Maybe you could hum it. I hum when I'm tired or sad.
He pants slightly, trying to think.
“I… I’m not sure. Long time since I heard any music. We used to have a little music player, Trick and I. Anti gave it to us when he first gave us to each other. He told us we could only listen to it together, so we would lie next to each other as the sun went down with one earbud each. And Anti had picked out the music for us, but some of it was still good. Or Trick liked it, anyway, ha… he likes… he likes that album where all the songs are named after planets. I always thought it was kind of sad, but they gave him some comfort, I think… I miss that music player…”
florenceisfalling reblogged: sLEEPING AT LAST-
“That’s the one,” chuckles Doktor, finding a higher spot of earth and managing to set his feet more firmly on it. Relieved, he closes his eyes, and for a long few minutes, he is quiet.
“I’d give anything to hear you say it one more time,” he whispers, his lips faintly blue. “That the universe was made…”
He trails off, licking at his lips.
“Maybe I will never hear him say anything again. Let alone to see that light in his eyes, when he was happy, at my side, staring up at the universe… but still I have that song.”
reverseblackholeofwords asked: You'll see him again, Dok. It might take time, but you will. Family has a way of sticking together no matter what. You know that better than anyone.
“I really do hope so,” says Doktor softly, weary on his chain. It’s getting hard to speak. It will be a long night. He prays that Red comes to get him first thing in the morning. “Yes, we’ve all stuck with each other, haven’t we? Not going to lose my Trick just yet…”
Anonymous asked: Dok I literally don’t know how else to say this, you are amazing and you’re so so resilient. And you’re right, no matter what Anti says you are not a failure or anything close to that. You are exactly what your brothers need and you shouldn’t need or have to prove that to anyone when you already have by being yourself. We love you so much and we’ll do whatever we can to help you.
Deutsch hums lowly, his eyes flickering shut. He’s found a high enough spot he might even be able to get some rest, as much as this can be called rest.
“I am resilient,” he mumbles. “Everything my master gives me, I survive, and continue to do what I can. I am… nothing to prove…”
He gives a deep, shuddering sigh, growing faint as the light fades around him, dipping under the tall peak of the mountain that has become his home.
“Thank you.”
Anonymous asked: maybe someone should go check on trick, now that he's alone. he might do something to himself if there's no one there for him
“Yeah, we should see how he is.” Red sits up, glancing at the door. Blue steps over to open it and -
“Goddamn!” he hisses, rubbing at his throat and backing away. “He locked us in again! What did we even do?”
Red sighs, staring at the door, where an electronic lock blinks irritably back at him.
“He has his reasons.”
Red is calm, but Blue looks betrayed, slinking back to his mattress.
“Let’s go to bed,” he mumbles, rubbing at his eyes, coughing a little.
There is no bedtime routine. Their toothbrushes are outside the locked door and they’re out of toothpaste anyway. There’s no such thing as pajamas in this house. It is hot even at night here, so Anti has given them no blankets, and no pillows, and no light when the sun goes down.
Their mattress are disarrayed from hiding and tussling. Red gives his twin a few minutes to sulk in the corner before picking up his own mattress and pushing it over to sit right beside Blue’s. Eventually, in the night, Blue will turn towards him, and when they wake up their legs and arms will be tangled and their heads close together.
“Good night, Azul,” whispers Red, adjusting on his mattress. “I love you.”
And for all his irritation, Blue always answers with warmth, like he can’t even help it, cause maybe nothing is stronger than that promise they make each other every night.
“Night, Roser. Love you too.”
Anonymous asked: yo trick you doing ok buddy?
Trick, to his irritation, wakes up with the sun. Groaning, he flops over on to his side and curls up closer to the body sleeping next to his own. You can see him from a lop-sided angle on the drawer by the door, where Anti apparently left you to make sure he could keep an eye on his boys during the night.
Eventually, Trick stirs again, and begins gripping needily at the shirt of his companion, looking for some early-morning attention from Anti, only to pause at the feeling of a scratchy dress shirt underneath his fingers.
A moment later he jerks back so hard he halfway tumbles off his bed, clutching at his chest and laughing nervously.
“Holy shit,” you hear him laugh, getting up to peer over his brother. He turns to you and hurries over to show you too, giggling.
“I thought that was Anti, hahaha. It’s Dap! Why’s he sleeping next to me?”
Trick sits down next to him again, playing with a strand of Dapper’s slightly curly hair. Most of his concept of personal boundaries has washed away in the last couple weeks and he doesn’t seem worried about waking up his little brother. Dapper’s face is chalk-white, with dark circles beneath his eyes, his mouth slightly open as his raspy breaths break the morning silence.
“Maybe he can stay with me a while,” wonders Trick, sounding excited. “Then someone can be here with me all day and it won’t be so lonely and boring, haha.”
He rubs his thumb up and down Dapper’s cheek, invigorated by a visitor.
pixie-in-trebleland asked: Hey Dap...? You making out okay, buddy?
Dap stirs with Trick’s petting and Trick decides to let him come awake slowly, lying back down at his side, setting you on his stomach, and relaxing again. He pulls his crinkle paper out from beneath his pillow and runs it steadily through his fingers while Dapper blinks blearily awake.
Dapper breathes thickly, staring between Trick and the camera, his eyes a little glassy. Trick murmurs something that sounds like a mix between a greeting and a checking-in, an old sound from the days when they had no one but each other, and knew better how to look after each other as they changed into people they eventually stopped recognizing.
Dapper gives him no answer, so weak he can barely pull his head off his pillow. Alarmed by his frailty, Trick sits back up and leans over him again, setting a hand on his shoulder to steady him.
“Did you take something?” murmurs Trick, pulling gently at his eyelid to look into his pupil and checking his heart-rate. “A tranq or something to keep you down? Why did Anti need to sedate you, bro?”
Dapper licks his dry lips and stares up at him wearily. For a second, he reaches up his hands to try and give him an answer -
Oh, oh. His hands are bound up in thick, cord-like strings. His fingers, white with struggling blood, can barely move.
Shocked, he stares down at his poor bound wrists, and Trick does his best to soothe him, trying to massage some feeling back into his fingers while his eyes follow the strings back to their origin. Tied to the headpiece of the bed, they will keep Dapper from moving more than a few feet from the corner of the room.
White-faced, Dapper puts his head back down on his pillow, and wishes he could wake up anywhere else.
Anonymous asked: Dapper, Trick, are you two alright?
“I’m not sure,” mumbles Trick, helping prop Dapper gently up against the board of the bed. Dapper purses his lips in his best attempt at an appreciative smile, one of his stiff hands coming to rest on Trick’s thigh, perhaps to steady himself, perhaps asking for comfort. Trick’s replies as best he can, sitting himself up beside his little brother and letting Carver sink down against his shoulder, panting softly in the early morning light.
“He must still be hurting from that time Anti had to stab him.” Trick carefully lifts up the hem of Dapper’s shirt, checking to make sure his bandages are clean. For a moment, he smiles at the sight of his brother’s careful, steady, loving wrapping. He rubs gently at Dapper’s shoulder and tries to keep him sitting up and breathing clear.
“So Anti decided he needed to keep an eye on you, huh?” grins Trick. Dapper manages a rueful grin in return, his eyes hurting. “Or - maybe he just wanted some company for me? Yeah? We’ll be okay back here while you heal, okay? I can look after you if you need anything. I can do anything you need.”
He smiles bright. Anti’s poured a great deal of affection out on him, but in more than three weeks Trick has not had a single chance to give any affection back.
Anonymous asked: dap, can you not sign at all? do you have any other way of communicating?
Dap licks his mouth and lets out a small sigh. You watch as he does his best to curl his aching fingers, but even when he gets them to respond, you can tell he won’t be able to bring his hands fully together while he’s bound up like this. Perhaps when the sedative wears off a little better, he’ll be able to give you some sign. He offers you a small click of his tongue and falls quiet again, slumping on Trick’s shoulder.
pixie-in-trebleland asked: Hey Trick. You good, buddy? Hanging in, at least? Your twin is in trouble..
“I’m good! Or I’ll be good as long as Dapper’s good.”
He’s strangely buoyed by a visitor, in fact, his fist drumming against his thigh so fast he’s probably bruising himself, his eyes a little bright, talking fast.
“It’s been a long time since I had anything to do but sit here trying to make myself feel better, and I’m pretty shit at that, to be entirely honest, but I’m working on - wait, what?”
Trick straightens up, staring at you.
“Dok’s in trouble?”
His voice shakes hard, his eyes burning. He turns to you and Dap and back again, reaching over to give his little brother a small shake. “Wait, wait, no, no, no - Dap, explain to me, what’s going on, where’s Deutsch? Is he okay? What do you mean he’s in trouble? Is that all you have for me? He’s in trouble? He’s in trouble?”
He pulls away from Dapper and gets to his feet, rushing to the door and falling to his hands and knees to stare through the crack beneath the door.
“Doktor!” he cries. “Deutsch, Allemagne! Anti, where are you? Hey, someone come talk to me, Red, Blue? Where’s my twin, where’s my brother! I want my brother, let me out! I want Dok! Hey!”
His joy is all vanished, his face distraught and turning red as he begins to cry. Dapper clicks his tongue and whistles from the bed, trying to get to his feet, without success, worried for Trick. He’s not used to his big brother showing so much of what he feels like this.
Anonymous asked: "Trick.. I really hate to be the bearer of bad news but Anti kind of beat the shit out of Dapper before he brought him to you. That's why he's sedated and tied up. I don't think you should be this excited, unfortunately." PF!A
“Oh,” whispers Trick, his voice shattering. He gets up from the door and stares back at his little brother, who looks back with aching blue eyes. After a moment, Trick returns to his side and puts an arm back around him, his reddened eyes fixed on the floor.
Dapper sinks back down against his shoulder.
“Sorry that hap - sorry that - sorry that happened,” manages Trick. “I don’t know what you did, but I’ll help make sure it doesn’t happen again, okay?”
Dapper sighs. Trick puts his head down on top of his little brother’s.
“It’s gonna be okay. I got you.”
Anonymous asked: "I-I can take a message and pass them between you two, if it'll help, Trick-? Please calm down.." -PF!H
“I n-need to know that he’s okay! What’s going on? Does he need help? Can you send someone?”
Anonymous asked: hey trick, do you know where anti is? he got really upset about something and left
Trick looks up, surprised. “What, he’s not anywhere in the house? Well, he must have had something to do in the city or the neighborhood if he’s not in his room. That’s where he usually goes to sulk - ah, ah, I mean, uh, think, to think. Sometimes he comes home with blood on his hands or supplies. Maybe he’s fetching something? I would think he would have come home by now, though. It’s weird for him not to even lie down with me for a couple hours.”
Anonymous asked: "He's in the shed for defending Dapper after what happened. ..Anti decided to punish him because he thought he 'wasn't good enough' to look after his brothers.. He's been tied to the roof but he can breathe. Then.. Red and Blue are locked in a room. I can give all I can to help you at least feel a little better or know what's going on, but this is a really isolating problem. I'd help if I could.." -PF!H
Trick chews on his lip, his eyes lighting up with something you haven’t seen for some time as he thinks. He glances between the window and the door.
“Red and Blue are locked in their rooms most nights, but the locks are electronic, and usually set to let them out around seven.”
He glances out at the sun.
“That should be soon enough. You can usually hear roosters crying around the same time. If it’s an emergency, there is a window in their room. It’s locked, but I know they can sneak out of it.” He grins conspiratorially. “Because one time I saw Red leap out to get Blue cough medicine in the middle of the night. I didn’t tell Anti but I could. Anyway, if their doors don’t unlock and Anti isn’t back by the time the roosters are calling, they can go help him. They’ll get in trouble for it, but that’s their job cause they’re bigger than me, so it doesn’t really matter.”
Trick sighs, leaning slightly back. “I wish anybody outside of the room was allowed to talk to me. Even poor Dap can’t talk to me like this.”
He picks uselessly at his brother’s strings.
“I hope Dok’s doing okay.”
Anonymous asked: dap, do you know morse? you could try tapping using that to communicate!
“I’ve never seen him use that,” frowns Trick. “I don’t know it. It’s kind of a hassle, but if he knows that maybe he could use it in an emergency. Do you?”
Dap kind of nods, kind of shrugs. Been a long time since he used that.
Anonymous asked: doktor's being punished by anti, unfortunately. but he should be fine, trick. anti wants to keep you away from him. he thinks he's a bad twin, even though we know that's not true
Trick’s expression slackens. He stares at the floor, playing with his crinkle paper.
“Miss him,” he mumbles.
spicydanhowell asked: anti where the fuck are you. you locked everyone up with no water or food or toilet and several of them are injured or tied up are you Stupid???
“Hey, don’t snap at master,” snarls Trick, something venomous filling up his face. “First of all, we all have bathrooms here. This place was designed to be a medical facility - I know because I saw the medicine cabinet and the sinks and everything in every room, and the doors are really wide so wheelchairs can fit through. See? So, look, each room has a little space for sleeping and a little bathroom. It’s meant to be used for people who are injured to come stay here as long as they need to while somebody takes care of them. But that never happened, because this side of the mountain is so poor. They built the building and left again.
“Secondly, Anti’s always watching.”
Trick glances right at the camera and straightens up proudly, simpering for his master’s attention. Dapper has closed his eyes, turned slightly away.
“He’ll be back when he needs to get back. He wouldn’t - ”
There is a loud click as the electronic locks change for the day.
Trick turns to you with a self-satisfied little smirk on his face, playing innocently with his hair.
“See? Master wouldn’t let anyone get hurt. That’s my big brother. I’m his little pet. He looks after me at least. If he’s gone, it’s because he has to be.”
Trick rubs at his eyes, trying to keep up his enthusiasm. He has to prove that Anti is good, after all, and not only to you.
“Maybe he’s getting stuff for Christmas. He said we could celebrate.”
He sits up for a while longer, staring at the door, waiting for his brother to appear.
But Anti doesn’t.
Tired, Trick eventually leans back, the light in his eyes fading, Dapper pressed against his heart.
Anonymous asked: Red, are you scared?
Red jolts awake to the unlocking of his door, sneezing.
“Hngh, what? Scared? Of what?”
He glances around the room and finds his twin standing at the window, staring out at the shed.
“No, no, we’re fine,” mumbles Red, as Blue rushes past him to open the door and head out towards Dok. “What’s there to be afraid of? Not that weird for Anti to be gone, you know, sometimes he leaves us for days.”
He yawns, sitting up and rubbing at his eyes. “It’s okay to leave me in charge, you know.”
Anonymous asked: do you have anything to do in here, trick? like any entertainment at all?
Trick’s mood has soured. He stares blandly at the ceiling and shrugs, proffering his crinkle paper just a little. Dapper glances up at him and then at you, more concerned the more he wakes up.
Anonymous asked: so trick, are you feeling better? after, you know, everything that happened?
Trick groans a little, closing his eyes.
“I… yeah. Of course. I mean, I should be, right? I have everything I need and all of Anti’s attention and I’m okay and I’m… I survived it and…”
He stares out the window, tears welling in his eyes.
“Shouldn’t still want to die,” he rasps, fatigue flooding down his face.
And Dapper, with aching, stiff white fingers, reaches gently out to squeeze his hand.
There’s something bigger than gratitude in Trick’s eyes when he turns to meet his gaze. They set their foreheads together, warm in their little bed, and they hold each other close.
Anonymous asked: "...Your Master isn't a good person, Trick. He really isn't. But.. Sure, I guess. ...Maybe you should lay down?" -PF!H
“Nothing else to do,” mumbles Trick, staring at the ceiling. He reaches out to help Dapper lie back down, but he shakes his head, pulling away, still trying to get to his feet. Trick watches him struggle for a moment before lying back down, drawing the blankets around his shoulders and burying his face in his pillow.
spicydanhowell asked: trick, you know you have depression, right? and you know that's a chronic illness that even anti can't cure. you need actual therapy and several months of daily medication and sunlight and exercise to get better. what anti is doing for you is not a solution.
“Not Anti’s fault,” answers Trick through the pillow. “Stupid fucking shitty-ass brain. Nobody else is fucked up like this. Everybody else can take it.”
nikkilbook asked: “Shouldn’t” is a tricky word. Of course you’re not the kind of person who *wants* to leave your brothers and never come back, to stop existing forever. But it’s a trick your brain is playing on you, a heavy filter that’s been slid over everything while it tries to cope with chemicals that are out of whack and overwhelming situations. The chemicals and the situation haven’t been successfully addressed, so of course your brain is still confused. This isn’t your fault, Chase.
“Actually I think I like that ‘stop existing forever’ option just fine.”
He sighs deeply, running his fingers through his greasy hair.
“But Anti and Doktor would be so upset, so I guess my ghost would be even more of a problem than I am now.”
Anonymous asked: Dok? Are you okay? Blue is coming to let you out.
The beeping of the camera draws blank eyes back into focus. Dok’s aching arms let his weight onto his calves again as he stares at you, his mouth open, thin breaths passing in and out. He manages something that might be a nod.
spicydanhowell asked: trick, your brain is not healthy, but that's not a personal failure. hell, dap and red have "different" brains too, and they struggle, and it's not their fault either. it's nobody's fault that you have depression, but you say you have everything you need when you really don't. you need treatment and time to heal
Trick watches Dapper make his way to his feet and stand panting beside the bed.
“Maybe,” he grumbles, closing his eyes like he’s in pain. “But I hate hospitals and even if I would go, I can’t. Someone would be able to track us through the hospital system, or even a therapist, Anti says. Besides, doubt we can afford it. Anti has to feed the others before anything, you know? And sometimes we even struggle there, so…”
He rubs at his face, watching Dapper move despite his hurt. Maybe he should get up too.
“I don’t think Anti knows what to do with me,” he admits frailly. “I don’t think anyone would.”
Anonymous asked: Has Dok been in the shed before?
Blue races out the door to his own room, and then the backdoor of the house, setting his bare feet on the craggy earth, barely avoiding splinters of glass and sharp stone in his haste to help his little brother.
He finds the shed door chained.
“Goddamn!” he hisses, slamming his hand against the door, hard. Gritting his teeth, you watch him pace round the shed looking for a hole to enter through, but it’s a sturdy structure, and as the sun rises, it grows hot to the touch.
“He’s going to fucking boil in there!” snarls Blue, stalking back to the door and yanking on the chains. You hear the door creak as Red steps out of the house behind him, wearing his own shoes and carrying his brother’s.
“Blue, take it easy, I can go find Anti if we need to.”
“Yeah? How’re you going to do that? For all we know he’s in the middle of something dangerous.”
“He would have told me if he were going to do something dangerous. Or taken me with him.”
“Sure,” spits Blue, trying to twist the chains with his bare hands. “Sure, I’m sure he would, Red.”
cest-mellow asked: blue? have you gotten dok yet?
“We’re working on it,” Red answers calmly, watching Blue scurry around the shed a second time. He’s beginning to look at the roof in a way Red doubts will lead to good things. “Blue, we might have something under the sink that can get him out.”
“Go check! Please!”
“Okay, but put your goddamn shoes on before you cut yourself. Hey, Dok? We’re out here, bud, we’re coming. Hold on.”
spicydanhowell asked: blue, do you have any tools or do any neighbors have some? you might have to cut the chain
“Red, did you find anything?”
“Give me two seconds! We’ll get him down, okay?”
“He’s in pain, can’t you hurry?”
“Getting freaked out won’t help, Blue. Hell, I don’t know… there’s not really anything down here anymore. I thought we used to have a bolt-cutter. Hey, maybe it’s one of the keys Anti has us look after? I’ll go check.”
Blue hisses impatiently. For a second, the sun makes his eyes flash a very vivid blue.
immabethehero asked: Find a treestump and bash the door down!
“Fuck, I don’t know if Anti would like that much. Maybe I can find something. There aren’t many trees up here, though, I’ll tell you that much.”
Anonymous asked: Blue please hurry and get Dok out of there. He can barely breathe.
“He can barely breathe,” repeats Blue anxiously, as Red heads back towards the house. “He could choke, I don’t know how much strength he has, if Anti beat him or hurt him… And it’s so hot, it’s so hot! He’ll cook, he could get hurt, I bet the chain is so hot on his poor throat.”
Blue squeezes the chains tighter, close to the door, his eyes flickering. He staggers slightly, closing his eyes as the world spins around him. Fuck, maybe Red was right, maybe he does need to calm down a little. But Doktor is in there, his little brother, for all that he acts tough, suspended by his neck, wheezing and gasping as the sun rises hot over his head and he grows frailer and frailer, his muscles aching and his body shaking -
Something is dripping through his fingers.
Startled, Blue frowns at his hands.
And then he yells aloud, jerking backwards as molten metal singes the ground in front of the shed, the chain melted clean through between his fingers.
He stares at the twisted metal, shaking.
“Blue, we’ve got three different keys here, one for the medicine cabinet, and we can try the other two, but - ”
Red stops short behind him.
Trembling, Blue turns to his twin, his hands held out in supplication, in fear, in apology.
Red takes a long look at the situation, his eyes fixed on the faint whisps of blue trailing from his brother’s hands.
“Are you hurt?” he asks, in a voice all too calm.
Blue shakes his head, his pupils blown wide.
Red stares only a moment longer.
“Well,” he says, eventually. “Doktor is. Go get your brother. Go on, now, Blue.”
Blue nods shakily and bursts into the shed, leaving the chain behind.
Red stands there watching for a long time, his mouth calm.
His eyes afraid.
Anonymous asked: Oh, oh, Blue, be careful! Your magic! Anti will be angry again!
Red leans slowly down.
Picks up the chain where it’s cool.
Brushes away the broken or melted pieces from the ends.
And places what remains inside his hoodie pocket, heading back towards the house, where, in his room, you watch him carefully place the chain inside of his backpack.
Anonymous asked: could blue use his magic? i know he's technically not allowed, but anti's not here, and your brother could be hurt really bad if you don't help him! and you needed to find an outlet for your magic anyway, right?
Red pushes his backpack behind his door, trying to plan when next he’ll be allowed out of the house. Maybe today. He’ll have to see.
“Let’s have no more talk of magic,” he says, getting back to his feet. “Let’s have no more talk of this.”
Anonymous asked: blue! is dok ok!! can you get him down!!!
Blue knocks a blood-stained crate towards Doktor and stands up on it, hooking one arm underneath Doktor’s legs and another around his waist. It is the work of a moment to lift him up enough to remove the chain from the hook on the ceiling.
Dok is so stiff it hurts to be held.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” chants Blue, sliding down to the earth with his brother in his arms. “It’s going to be alright, that’s all for now.”
Doktor might scream. He is clutching to Blue’s shirt so tightly he has torn it.
whydoilovesomanyvillians asked: Blue hows doc doing
Blue brushes his brother’s overgrown hair from his eyes, clutching him to his chest. “He’s hurting,” he admits, reaching out to massage one of Doktor’s trembling arms. “It would be awful just to have to stand for that long, let alone to hold throat up to breathe. He’ll be stiff for a long time, I’m sure it hurts terribly.”
It feels like his muscles are doing their best to escape from his bones. Everything inside of him is fucking peeling, splitting, twain. He can’t feel his calves anymore.
Anonymous asked: is dok hurt?
“Did Anti hurt you?”
Doktor’s mouth parts dryly.
“What?” he coughs. “Other than this?”
His throat is fervently black.
“No… No, I’m fine. Let’s go inside, p-please.”
He seems, for a moment, to strain himself to stand, but then his muscles scream out again, and he collapses back into Blue’s arms.
Anonymous asked: Get him some water or something, Blue, please
“Here we are, Dok-Dok, it’s okay.”
Blue heaves him into his arms and carries him back towards the house, where Red is uncapping a bottle of water. He’ll need to go get more from the well soon, but for now they have enough.
“Why don’t you lie him down in his room?” suggests Red. “Nice and quiet in there.”
“Is Dapper still asleep?”
Red heads past him into Doktor’s room, sitting down beside the mattress with the water and grabbing his first aid kit from the corner.
“Dapper’s not in here anymore, Blue.”
“What?”
“Let’s worry about Doktor for now, okay? There we go, bud. Is it easier to lie down or do you need to sit up?”
In response, Doktor slumps down on the mattress.
“Permission to scream, sir?” he rasps up at Red, his eyes squeezed tightly shut.
“Permission granted, medic,” answers Red, grinning a little despite himself.
Doktor opens his mouth -
“Nein, I don’t have the strength.”
Red leans down and presses their foreheads together for a long time, one hand set solidly on Doktor’s shoulder, a warm, steady pressure.
“You kept Dap safe,” he whispers. “You did good.”
Doktor’s eyes water. Slowly, he nods, biting down hard on his lip.
“I did good,” he whispers. “I did good.”
Blue is massaging his arm again, determined to give him some relief. “We’ll get some water in you and you can have a nice cool shower and some clean clothes and food and anything you need, okay? Poor Dok, hanging up like that all night. We’re going to take it nice and easy.”
“Yeah,” agrees Red. “You can have whatever you want.”
“Does that include the sweet release of death?”
“Doktor,” snap the twins in perfect tandem, and Doktor can’t help but laugh, staring up at his brothers with a mouth that hurts to smile.
“Don’t joke!”
“Yeah, too soon, man.”
“Little pansy, one night in the shed and he gets all sardonic on us.”
“Oh, ‘sardonic,’ aren’t you fancy?”
“Shut up and give Dok his water, can’t you see the man is thirsty!”
And Doktor closes his eyes and lets his brothers look after him.
pixie-in-trebleland asked: Are you guys going to watch Dok all day? Can you check on the others?
“Fuck, give us a minute,” grumbles Blue, blinking back into appearance before you. He’s up and about now, standing over the sink and using water from a bottle to clean their three plastic plates. “We take two seconds to look after our brother who’s been tort - disciplined and you’re impatient?”
He sighs and tries to relax. At his side, Red is chopping up potatoes, his eyes faraway.
“Anyway, what do you want us to do? No, we can’t check on the others. We’re not allowed to talk to Trick in his room, let alone go in there. You know the rules by now. You were here when we had an attic. Besides - ”
He’s cut off by a sudden flicker of the camera that catches his eyes. Blue brightens immediately - though his cheeks also flush slightly - and he turns to see Anti step out of nothingness in the corner.
“Anti,” he cheers, while a relieved smile, only trembling a little, appears on Red’s face. Blue saunters cheerfully over to Anti and -
“Oh,” he breathes, his face falling. “You’re hurt.”
Anti scoffs and takes off the backpack on his shoulders, letting it drop to the ground with a heavy thud. Not only is his neck bandaged as usual, but there is a damp dark stain on his shirt, spreading as Blue watches.
“Anti, let me look at it, please.”
“No, Blue, it’s fine. I’m not hurt.”
“Where were you?”
“Selling drugs,” says Anti.
Red and Blue exchange glances.
“Ha ha?” Red ventures. “You’re, uh. Kidding.”
Anti glances up, frowning. “What? No. We don’t need that much pain medication in the house. Speaking of which, Blue, you keep the key to medicine cabinet for me, okay? So if Dok needs anything out of there, he can explain to you why and you can open it up for him if he’s got a good reason. No sleeping medicine, though, and no pain stuff unless it’s for visitors or you’ve run it by me. You understand me?”
“Oh, yes, Anti, I can do that.”
“Good boy. Here.”
Anti hands over a tiny silver key.
“Anti, are you sure you’re okay?”
“Shut the fuck up, Blue. Listen, make yourselves scarce today, alright? I’ve got work to do and it’s better if you’re not around for it.”
Blue opens his mouth like he might protest, but Red steps up beside him and silences him with a hand on his shoulder. “Yes, Anti,” he says, meeting his master’s eyes calmly. “We’ll fill up all the water after lunch.”
“Mh, good boys.” Anti wipes at his face, slightly sweaty. “Oh, here. If you go into the city, you can do me a favor and pick up some candles for me. I got everything but that.”
“Some candles?”
“Yeah. Like a shit ton of them, actually, I didn’t realize how many. Like fifty, okay? By tomorrow. I’ll pick them up myself if I have to but - ”
“No, no, no,” Red insists, accepting a small wad of cash from his brother. “No, I’ll fetch it for you, Anti, of course. Whatever you need.”
“Good. Good. That’s my Red.” Anti tugs on a lock of his hair. “The next couple days will be happy if everyone is good, okay?”
“Yes, Anti.”
spicydanhowell asked: anti? red is worried about you
Anti pauses on his way back to his room, and low flush creeps over Red’s cheeks at the message.
“Worried about what?” he demands snippily, adjusting his backpack on his shoulders. “You getting paranoid on me too, Red?”
Blue moves to stand slightly in front of Red, but his brother pushes him away and puts the butter knife he was using to cut the potatoes in his hand, shoving him towards the counter. Irritated, Blue nevertheless obeys his older brother’s silent command and begins cutting potatoes.
“Um, Anti.”
Red slinks down the hall towards him. Anti straightens up, crossing his arms over his chest and tapping his foot. “What?” he snaps. “What is it now that I have to deal with? Huh?”
Red stares at him for a moment, his mouth slightly open, his eyebrows drawn back.
And then he reaches out and wraps his arms around his little brother’s shoulders.
Anti stiffens like a mannequin beneath his grip, breathing a little faster than he did a moment ago. After a long three seconds has passed, his hands come up to rest, just barely, on Red’s back.
“What is this?” murmurs Anti. “What’s wrong?”
Red shakes his head against his shoulder.
“You’re having a meltdown or something. Go lie down.”
“No, Anti, it’s not that, it’s just - ”
Red draws away and Anti shifts uncomfortably at the look in his eyes. Worried, worried Red. Loving Red. Ah, fuck.
“You don’t have to do this alone, okay?”
Anti sighs through his nose, resisting the urge to roll his eyes.
“You’re so stressed all the time lately, I worry you’re getting sick, but you never take a break or come out of the room anymore, and - I just - Anti, I’ll do anything to keep you safe. You know that, right? I’d do anything for you.”
Anti softens, humming warmly, the discomfort slipping away. “Really?”
“Yes, of course.” Red’s eyes shine. He presses in for another hug, clutching at Anti’s shoulders. “I’ll protect you from anything that ever comes after us. I’m never going to let you get hurt. I - I - I love - Anti, I love you so much, I - ”
“Aw, Hoodie, don’t cry, darling, don’t cry.”
Anti is smiling now, stroking at Red’s hair and kissing at the side of his face.
“What a good boy you are. What a good boy.”
“I don’t want you to feel alone!”
“I know, Red. I know. Sh, calm down, love. Everything’s okay. Master’s okay. Little brother’s okay. Listen, I have work to do - ”
“Right, right. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stop you, I just… I just love you. Okay? And if you need anything…”
“I know, Red. I know.”
“Okay.” He wipes at his face, embarrassed. “Okay.”
Anti’s eyes are brighter now. He strokes his thumb fondly across Red’s beard, smiling a little too widely up at him. The stain of blood on his shirt is gone.
“Go back to your twin,” he orders in a purr, pushing Red away. “Go on. There’s a good boy.”
Red retreats obediently. Anti turns to open the door to his office, and as soon as he is alone, he looks directly at you.
“’I just love you, Anti,’” he mocks, barely suppressing a giggle. “‘I don’t want you to feel alone!’ What a fucking child he still is!”
He bursts into raucous laughter, clapping his hands together and shaking for joy.
Anonymous asked: How's Doc doing now then? Can't have been a fun night :/ Wish I could hug that poor guy.
“Let’s check on him.” Blue picks up the camera and steps down the hall, popping you and his head into Doktor’s room.
His little brother is deep asleep on Dapper’s mattress, clutching a spare shirt to his chest for comfort. Blue lets out a soft little sigh, looking down at him, and Doktor lets out a quiet hum in his sleep, his peaceful face twisting into something more afraid for just a moment.
“I think he’ll be okay,” murmurs Blue, drawing the door almost closed behind him again. “I’ll leave him with some lunch and water and stuff. Maybe later I’ll make good on that hug offer, too. My tough little brother.”
“Blue,” calls Red, stepping down the hallway past him. “Get your backpack and help me gather up the water jugs. We’ll fill up everything before we go into town.”
Blue heaves out a sigh. They have a lot of water jugs. It’s good - but it’s also heavy when they’re full.
Anonymous asked: That's not very nice, Anti...
“‘That’s not very nice, Anti,’” he repeats, pacing around his office and giggling wildly. He’s making a mess, opening up spare backpacks and shoving through his closet, searching for something. Red’s devotion has re-invigorated him. “Let’s not forget, little ones, between the haze of the world I’ve created - I fucking hate Red. And there is nothing in the world that I like better than seeing him brought so low he doesn’t even have to be asked to try to comfort me.”
pixie-in-trebleland asked: If you hate him that much, Anti, then why keep him so happy? If you hated him, it would have been preeeetty safe to assume that you'd want him to suffer, no?
“Oh, he has,” says Anti. “For my sake. More than you can fucking dream.”
He pauses for a second, staring at you.
Then he brightens again.
“But you have to make puppets happy sometimes, otherwise they’ll catch on to the falsity of it all! And then who runs my errands for me and guards the door at night? He can have a little time of joy, running around with his twin. I don’t mind. It only makes him more devoted. And Red - aha!”
Anti has found what he’s looking for. Delighted, he reaches into a box at the very back of his closest and pulls out a pair of collars, one yellow and one black, and the black muzzle he showed you once before.
Anonymous asked: Hm, you say that like Red wouldn’t do that for anyone. You forget the type of lifestyle he left, he protected and saved people. Sorry to say Anti, but I don’t think you’re very special.
“Red only ever killed men on my command. And kill them he did, with my name, adoring, on his lips. And when he wept, later, to realize what he had done, it was me that he came to, and my chest where he laid his head down.”
Anti stares at you. His eyes are brown.
“Is that special enough for you?”
Anonymous asked: so what do red and blue do during the day when anti's not here?
“Well, most mornings we go for a run on the other side of the mountain.” Blue looks up at the height of the mountain, not far off from their little home. “See, the rain washes down that side instead of this one, so while this side is dry as a desert and barren entirely of plant life, that side blooms green all year round. Want to know the funny part? This side is populated by thousands of people all working their asses off just to put food in their stomachs. The other side is owned entirely by one man, who lives far away and makes no use of it. He’s waiting for the property value to increase to sell it. So of course we slip through a gap we cut in the electric fence and we run around his property for miles. Safer back there, and nicer to look at, and easier on our feet. Right, Red?”
Red heaves his backpack up on his shoulder and turns to smile at the little camera mounted on his twin’s shoulder. He wears his hood up with a pair of cheap sunglasses he stole from the pharmacy truck yesterday. “Right,” he agrees, as they head out of the house and begin making their way down the dusty, rocky trail, dirt sliding dangerously beneath their careful feet. “And then most days we get drinking water.”
“There’s only one place to get it for miles. A truck comes and fills it up everyday. Luckily, there’s plenty for all - it’s just a pain to carry around. What else do we do, Red?”
“Whatever Anti tells us to. Stealing and errands and shit. It’s been nice lately, though, cause he’s letting us have so much freedom now that we can look out for each other. We can go into the city just about whenever we want and we’ve got a card full of bus money. We’ve practically been tourists.”
“Yeah, we even went to the library the other day. Anti said we couldn’t bring anything home, but we hung out and read for the longest time.”
“We do a lot of cooking now that we have a real stove and Blue made a sort of fridge for us.”
“We go to the markets for fresh food because that’s just how people buy things around here. Things are cheaper here so we’ve been eating more.”
“Yeah. So we do that. And we, you know. Talk.”
“Yeah. We talk.”
Red smiles back at his brother.
Anonymous asked: blue, is anti gonna be mad at you for taking dok down?
“Oh, no.”
“Blue has special privileges,” Red calls, his smile teasing now. “He’s a special boy.”
“Lol,” says Blue out loud, looking unamused.
“Haha.”
“I kind of do, though. My job is to look after the others. Obviously I don’t interfere when Anti’s running drills or disciplining or anything, but I know that at some point Anti we’ll let me step in and help. If he had been here this morning, I’m sure he would have taken the chains off for me by the time I went to get Doktor. He would tell me if he wanted me to let someone be disciplined longer than the usual one night or one day. So no, everything this morning was pretty normal. Except for the, uh.”
Blue trails off, staring anxiously up at Red. Red does not even look back at him.
Anonymous asked: oh fucking hell anti whatever you're planning, please don't
“Now you’re just tempting me. This is reverse psychology. You really want me to, don’t you? Some of you are so funny.”
He’s gotten out other things too now - thick cord, and a tie, and… clothes you think you recognize from somewhere, another starchy white dress shirt and a dark vest. Anti runs his hands fondly over it, humming something bouncy to himself.
the-weirdest-fan asked: Anti, do you ever slip up and call them by their old names? Why did you give them those names? I get Red and Doktor and the others, but the name Blue doesn't make much sense to me. Could you explain if it's not too much trouble? Thanks!
“Ah, an interesting question, I do like this intrepid, polite one… Actually, you’re right, I do sometimes come close to slipping up. Especially when I’m angry - they just look so much like those same stupid fucking people they used to be… And Doktor is just a quieter Henrik, and Trickshot a more confused Chase, and Dapper…”
Anti sighs and shakes his head, turning his gaze to look out the window.
“The line between Dapper and Jameson has always been a thin one.
“But as for Blue, well, first of all, by the time I got my hands on that little bitch I meant for him to be Red’s twin, and I like the pairing of the names. But blue’s always been the color that reminded me of him. It’s the color of his power when he casts. He cast it against me so many times - I guess I like the inversion of it. Now Blue belongs to me. Not even to himself. It’s a name I chose for him. Nothing about him is his own anymore. And so he is Blue, because even that which he once used against me is now mine for the keeping.”
Anonymous asked: anti what the hell are you planning just TELL us you overdramatic bitch hdfgjfhdgdfgddh
“Can you give me a damn second to get ready! You ask me all these questions and then don’t want to wait for answers, damn! Anyway, when did I say I was doing anything? It’s just work. You’re the ones hyping it up. Geez.”
And he pulls a line of fairy lights and a box full of finger puppets out of his closet. You can see him trying not to laugh, fixing you with a cold grin.
whydoilovesomanyvillians asked: Finger puppets and fairy lights wherent those in dappers toy box thing
“Very good. My littlest puppies are acting up. There are ways to make them… revert.”
immabethehero asked: Woah, woah, woah, Anti, calm down! No need for collars!!!
“Shut the hell uppppp,” sings Anti, bouncing on his heels as he gets to his feet. “I’ll decide what they need and what they need is - ah, shit, I should get his new medicine figured out too. Something stronger. Just a second. Hey, Dok-Dok!”
A moment later, he is yanking open the first door on the hallway right, and Doktor jerks awake with a cry, both from the pain of his aching muscles and from the alarm.
“Did you decide on Dapper’s new medicine?” demands Anti, crouching down beside him, a little too close.
“His new - his new medicine?”
Anti’s voice sharpens dangerously. “Yes. Like I said yesterday. I want new medicine for him. Something stronger, less generic. Obviously the old shit’s worn off him.”
Doktor’s mouth has gone dry. “W-well, Anti, I was thinking about it and maybe he should actually stay on the Haldol?”
“No.”
“It’s just sometimes people have bad episodes even if they’re on good medication, and he’s very used to his medicine now and handles all the side effects well, it really just fits him well, he likes it, he - ”
There is a hand pressing down hard on Doktor’s bruised throat. The pain makes his vision spark.
“You really want another night in that shed, don’t you, love?”
“N-no, Anti, no, please.”
Anti lets him go.
“So! What new medicine is Dap getting? Or would you like me to keep sedating him til his freaky little brain cells put themselves right again?”
Doktor’s mouth opens dryly. He pushes anxiously at his glasses, trying to think.
“Fanapt might be okay,” he manages finally, licking at his lips. “Kind of a newer medication. But I’d like him to be tapered off the Haldol and then - ”
“Yeah, okay, I’ll handle it.”
“Oh, but, please, don’t start him with too much, it - ”
“Doktor, you know I have the whole fucking internet under my fingertips, right? I’ll read the goddamn research report or whatever. There, that wasn’t so hard, was it? You can go back to your fucking nap now.”
Shaking a little, Doktor lies back down, his eyes pricking, though he couldn’t tell you exactly why if he wanted to.
Just feels like a betrayal.
“Oh, yeah!” Anti pauses to look at him one more time from the doorway. “I’m about to do some work with Dap and Trick and you might feel the… how do I put it… ripple effects. So if you start feeling weird, that’s why. Don’t come bother me about it. You’ll be fine.”
He slips off into the hall.
Anonymous asked: trick, dok's ok now! he's out of the shed, he's with red and blue and he's safe!!
Trick and Dapper are playing cards.
Dapper can’t hold them with his fingers tied up like this, but Trick found a solution.
Trick puts a six down.
Trick puts a three down.
Trick puts a six down.
Dapper and Trick slam their hands down on the card at nearly the same time, with Dapper’s hand just barely beating Trick’s, and Trick ending up slapping the top of his little brother’s hand. Chuckling, he makes an exaggerated noise of disappointment and shoves the cards towards Dapper, who pulls them into his pile.
Trick looks worn, but his melancholy face gives Dapper sudden warm smiles every couple minutes. Dapper is doing his best to smile back, grateful for a reason to keep the blood flowing in his hands. There’s a slight twitch in his right eye.
Trick glances up at your message and suddenly the warm smile is for you.
“Oh, he’s okay!” Trick rubs at his chest over his heart, his eyes glazing slightly. “Th-thank God, I was worried. Maybe Anti will let him come see me soon if he let Dapper in!”
The door creaks open.
Dapper and Trick turn towards it as one, the cards fluttering out of Trick’s hands.
“Hi, Anti,” he says softly, trying to smile for him.
“Hi,” Anti answers, reaching down to pet Trick’s hair. “Sorry I was gone last night. Let me make it up to you. Are you two playing games? I have a game we could play too.”
Trick chews on his lip, a little unnerved, plucking at Anti’s sleeve. His eyes flicker to Anti’s backpack. A length of string dangles out of it. Dapper has gone very white, staring down at the floor, silenced in every sense of the word.
Anonymous asked: Who’s the dog muzzle for, Anti? If you put that on Trick we’re going to have a problem.
“Oh, come now, my dear.”
Anti sets his backpack down and pulls out the great dark muzzle.
Trick’s pupils bloom into moons, his gaze fixed on the old muzzle.
“This was one of my best controls, when I was breaking him in,” Anti purrs, running his hands along the small, stiff spikes on the inside of the mask. Trick’s fingers drift mindlessly up to his chin, where the old scars are hidden beneath his beard. “You remember, Trick, I can see it in your eyes. You were never better behaved than that first month after I broke you in, and let you be Dapper’s little bodyguard… his twin, his friend…”
Anti steps forward. Trick does not move. Dapper shrinks back.
“You would be so excited to see me. You trusted me completely - with your face, with your hunger, with your dignity. What little of it you had left, anyway. Maybe you always wanted me to strip it away, so you could justify the person that I’d made you into. There was no thought of suicide, then, because you knew something that you have since forgotten - ”
For a second, Anti’s eyes are black instead of blue.
“Your life belongs to me.”
Blue again.
“Of course, we ran into our little problem later, and I had to take the two of you apart. And Doktor was always so ashamed when he would hear about how his twin had let me put this on him, do you remember?”
Scarlet explodes through Trickshot’s cheeks and he turns his head away, panting.
Anti reaches forward to touch his neck.
“Tell you what,” he says lowly. “I’ll settle for the collar for now. Provided, of course, that you play nice and set a good example for your little brother, so that he can get back to where he needs to be, like when the two of you were twins, and he was my puppy too. How does that sound?”
Dapper has recoiled all the way to the corner, his eyes flickering desperately around the room. Trick, for his part, is frozen stiff, staring at the muzzle.
He can almost see Doktor’s face - the horror in it at seeing his twin letting Anti put that thing on his face. He imagines disgust too. He always imagined disgust, though Doktor never gave him anything but comfort.
“That - that - that - that - ”
He swallows and tries to steady his stammer. Anti strokes at his beard.
“That sounds good.”
Anonymous asked: ANTI DON'T YOU DARE HURT HIM PLEASE HOLY SHIT
“Nobody has to get hurt if we all play nice,” hums Anti, stepping towards Dapper with his hands out-stretched, the black collar clutched in one fist. Trick holds the yellow one in shaking fingers. You watch him fix it around his neck, his face draining entirely of color, as if the collar had sucked it all out.
“I know you have to go gentle with Dapper,” says Anti, though his voice is cold as frost. “Otherwise he goes into his horrible little snaps, and near kills everybody around him. Treacherous little brain you have there, isn’t it? Even when you convinced yourself that I was the enemy, you could never direct your insanity just at me, could you? Do you remember, Dapper? Do you remember Red’s blood beneath your hands, and the dying tick-tock of a clock unwinding?”
Dapper pants fiercely, his nails scrabbling at the wall behind him, his hands bound, muted.
“Stupid little boy. You need a stronger hand to guide you. You’ve always needed a stronger guide than your brothers. Stupid, stupid little boy.”
Anonymous asked: Special doesn't mean valuable. You're a germ, Anti, and a temporary one at that. They won't follow you forever and you know it. And it's killing you. So have fun with that.
“A germ,” Anti hisses, stalking closer to Dapper, who fumbles at his side for a knife that no longer hangs there. Desperate, his stiff right hand manages to draw a circle at the wrist of his left -
“Blue! Blue! Blue!”
The only brother he can call for with his hands like this.
“Mama bluebird isn’t coming, songless lark. It’s just me and you and the other puppy. Isn’t that right, Tricky?”
Trick sits with his back to the bed, his hands suspended around his collar. He nods blankly, shaken.
“Are you a good boy, Trickshot?”
His face is beginning to look a little green. He nods again, weaker.
“Very good?”
“V-very - very - s-sorry, yes, very good.”
“Very good what?”
“Very good, m-master.”
“Trickshot’s going to get lunch,” smiles Anti. “Trickshot’s going to get water and sleep and a blanket to curl up in. You want that too, huh, my little Carver?”‘
Dapper’s eyes are filled with tears and hatred. Shoving himself back against the wall, he kicks out as hard as he can at Anti’s stomach.
The blow never lands. Anti grabs his ankle and then he attacks.
Dapper wheezes as his face, still bruised purple from last night’s beating, is shoved into the floor of Trick’s room and his arms yanked back so hard he fears dislocation. But you know what? He’s taken it before, and he’s taken it more willingly than this, and no matter what, he survived it. He survived it. He can fucking take it. No more shoving him around. If he’s going to die, he’ll do it with his dignity. Not like this fucking coward has the courage to end his life, anyway.
He slams his head back into Anti’s chin, snarling, proud to elicit a sharp, furious cry. And then Anti has grabbed him by the hair, and he disciplines, striking Dapper’s head against the cold linoleum again, and again, and again -
There is a second where Dapper exists outside of time entirely.
His hands could move it if he only had the strength.
But blood trickles swift from the side of his head and he cannot keep his focus. His eyes slip to silver only for a second, and then they are blue again, and he is trapped beneath Anti’s hands, wailing without making a goddamn noise.
Not that anyone would be able to save him if they could hear.
the-weirdest-fan asked: Ooh what's the plot of this puppet show?
“This puppet show,” pants Anti. “Is about a very naughty little child.”
Beneath his hands, a 30-year-old with intelligence more than enough to hate Anti passionately.
“The child was born stupid, and broken, and completely unwanted. Its master took it in one day because the brothers who claimed to love it were not watching over it, and it was helpless.”
Beneath his hands, the most powerful little magician ever to walk the face of the earth, doing his damnedest to flip Anti off with bloodless fingers.
“Everything the child became, it became because of its master. Everything that the child loved, it had because its master had given it.”
Dapper hand flails desperately in front of his chin, trying to get the pointer finger to stick out - “Liar!”
Anti presses down harder on his neck, pinning him to the floor with his knee between his shoulderblades. Somewhere behind him, Trick has staggered to the bathroom to vomit.
“Its master worked very hard for it, and gave it everything it needed. But as soon as the master started giving attention to another one of its puppets, the child began to think that it hated the master. Maybe it thought that because its mind was so broken and strange. Or maybe, just maybe, the stubborn, stupid little puppet had caught on to something that all of its brothers cannot see no matter what I show them, something that changed everything about the plot of the play, changed everything about the child’s life, and purpose, and loyalty…”
Anti leans in, bowed over Dapper’s body, and he places his lips at the very base of his ear, so Dapper could feel the movement of his mouth.
“I hate you so much I would die just to make sure you and your precious fucking brothers spend the rest of your miserable lives suffering hell on Earth.”
Dapper has gone still, his wide eyes staring at you, frozen.
Anti draws away again. Blood drips through the bandages on his neck.
“But whether Jameson had understood this truth or not did not matter to its master. All that mattered was that the child was broken again, and it was up to the master to put it back together.”
The tie is suddenly wrapped around Dapper’s throat and pulled so tight he gags, spasming desperately beneath Anti’s hands, his rapid heartbeat visible in a vein on his throat.
“And the master always knew, no matter what the puppet did,” hisses Anti. “Exactly how to shatter the puppet in exactly the right way to put its broken mind back together again the way that he liked it.”
And Anti summons all the power he has left inside him, and unleashes.
The power makes your camera short out.
 End Section Three of Chapter Two.
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c.z.k. - high school (part 3)
PART 1 / PART 2
Note: Honestly, I have nothing to do at work atm, so I might update this daily. Can’t wait for Part 4! Bc I have finally some more Zion action planned.
Also: It might be prom season there, but you didn’t hear it from me. My favorite part to write was probably the one that took place after prom.
Aaand: mobile tumblr seems to ignore all the paragraphing I put into the text to indicate the end of a scene???? So it’s probably easier to read on the desktop version.
A week had passed since my outburst. If you thought that everything magically turned upside down and we lived a happy life riding into the sunset on our white horse, then you thought wrong. Absolutely nothing happened. I returned back to class that day, not even flinching from his words. And he came back a couple minutes later, both of us acting as if we didn’t just kiss. He went back to her and I went back to feeling like shit. The usual story.
I acted like it didn’t faze me when he approached my locker at the end of the school day. “So …” he began. “You and Edwin?”. His voice sounded nervous when he asked me. Scrunching up my face, I fully turned towards him. “Me and Edwin what?”. Sighing, he grabbed my arm making me look him dead in the eyes. “You guys together now? You both seem oddly close these days”. Wow, I couldn’t believe the words that left his mouth. “Congrats! You have officially lost your mind, Caleb” I started picking up my pace. The front door wasn’t too far from here, so I hoped he would just let it go and let me drive home in peace. I hoped for nothing because clearly, he and his long legs caught up to me rather quickly, opening the door to my passenger seat before sitting down. “Look, I’m sorry for everything. But honestly, I just wanna put this all behind us. I miss my friends and I feel like I can’t hang out with the group while you’re still mad at me” “I’m not mad at you, in fact I give zero shits about you. But if you have something to talk about with the boys, then do so. I’m not keeping you from seeing them. They were your friends first, so you have every right to chill with them. I just don’t wanna be included, s’all”. A tap on the window made us look up. There she stood, tight smile on her face and eyes cold like ice. “Aw shit” he said, hurriedly opening the door to get out and explain why in the name of God he was sitting in his Ex’s car talking. Since I seriously didn’t need to hear their arguing – which was bound to happen any second now – I quickly drove off.
“Prom is right around the corner. What do you mean you’re not going?! Yes, you are! Don’t leave me alone with these fools!”. Edwin was close to having a breakdown. All because I didn’t plan on going to prom. There was no reason to go, really. I had no date, it was way too cold In New York to walk around in a dress the whole evening, and I wasn’t in the mood anyways. “Eddie, I love you, but please don’t make me go. I would only destroy the fun” I begged, thinking that would change his mind. Wrong! Because Edwin was – well – Edwin. My excuses were exactly that: just excuses. And he knew. “Okay bebecita, I knooooow you don’t feel like going”. He was convinced that easily? Wow, okay. “But!”. Ah there it was. “We will have fun. Trust me! When have I ever lied to you?”. I mean, he was right. Whenever he said something was going to be fun, it actually turned out to be. “Fine, we’ll go! But make sure that Zion leaves me alone. He thinks we’re dating and I don’t feel like dealing with his headassery again”. Edwin’s eyes nearly fell out of his face. “What?! Oh my god, is he serious?”. A hearty laugh filled up the whole living room. “Mijo, not so loud!” his mom shouted from the kitchen, making him quit immediately. “Anyways” he plopped down next to me on the couch. “No offense, but even if you’d be the last girl in the world and we had to reproduce in order to save the human civilization, I still wouldn’t touch you” Edwin finished. “No offense taken. You’re not my type anyway” I casually said while not breaking my eyes off of the tv screen. Gasp! “I- what? I meant because you’re my twin sister! Not because of your looks!” he cried. “Uhm … oh y-yeah, that’s what I meant too …?”. No way I could save my ass out of this. He looked hurt for a second but didn’t seem to dwell on it when he used my lap as a pillow to watch the show. “Don’t be fooled, you still suck ass”.
The night of the prom, Edwin had officially turned into a bridezilla. Minus the bride, of course. His steps could be heard from everywhere in the house, like a ticking clock you couldn’t dismiss. It was driving me insane. It was driving us all insane. “Edwin, you need to calm down” I tried. “There’s no way! No. Way.” he frantically walked from one room to the other. “My clothes need to be ironed, you still aren’t in your dress- “. “It’s 2 p.m.!” my voice sounded squeakier than expected. “- … your hair’s a mess, face not beat, my hair is acting up, and the damn rental car is running late” he finished with one last breath before collapsing on my bed. “We won’t be on time. Just cancel on the boys for me, the stress isn’t good for the baby”. “What baby?!”. “Me. I’m baby”. I couldn’t believe my ears. This boy lost his mind. Narrowing my eyes at him, he challenged me back to a stare-down. “Listen here, egghead” An offended gasp left his lips. “You’ve been talking about this night for weeks. There’s no backing out now. Move your ass up and get your to-do-list, so I can help you with everything. We still have four hours left before the boys are supposed to be here. So, let’s start!”.
The white Range Rover came to a halt right in front of the school building. Loud music could be heard already, some new rap song playing in the background. “This is gonna be so lit!” Edwin bounced on his seat excitedly before jumping out and dragging the rest of us with him into the gym. The motto for this year’s prom was “neon festival”.The wall decoration was painted in a mix of fluorescent colors, which reflected every time the lights hit them. Bright yellow stars adorned the ceiling, some white smoke even coming out of a smoke machine. Everything was arranged so nicely, I couldn’t help but admire the great effort of the students who probably worked hard for this to come true. Now I understood why Edwin wanted to go so badly. Back home, our prom nights were pretty basic. No one could be bothered to put so much effort into an event, just for it to be over on the same night.
“Here, for you” Nick handed me a red solo cup, which was filled with some pink drink, accompanied by a cocktail umbrella. “Thank you” I said, turning my gaze towards the shining stars again. “I’m so sorry about what I’m gonna say next” he looked slightly uneasy, so I tried to calm him down by laying my hand on his shoulder. “Z and Asya will be joining our table. I mean, only if it’s alright with you”. As if on cue, my eyes wandered over to where I last saw the boys, seeing that – in fact – they were surrounded by the couple. All of them looked so happy, laughing and joking with each other. No matter what I felt towards Caleb, I had to set my pride aside and act nice from now on. The boys were longing to hang out with their friend again and I didn’t want to be the reason for a strain in their friendship.
“It’s alright with me” I replied. His hand cautiously wrapped around my hips, like he was scared of making me uncomfortable. “Lead the way, Mara”. He grinned at me. “Say no more, Honoret”. I rolled my eyes at the name. He knew I wasn’t really a Honoret, and yet everyone just called me that, totally ignoring all my attempts at correcting them.
Luckily, I got the seat between Edwin and Brandon. I didn’t know how to greet Zion and his girlfriend. She was too busy typing away on her phone to notice my arrival, anyways. So, I just gave him a short wave and a shy smile. “Looking nice” he said, motioning to my baby blue velvet bodycon dress. His girl was so busy, she didn’t even notice him complimenting another female. Either that, or she didn’t care. “Thanks Caleb, you too”. Coincidentally, he wore a dark grey suit with a baby blue pocket square. To not give awkward silence any room, Austin suggested to me to dance. Gladly taking his offer, we made our way to the dance floor. Soon enough, Edwin and Nick joined us, their dance moves putting me and him to shame. “You guys enjoying yourselves?” Brandon shouted over the music. I pulled him closer by his forearm to join us. “Very”. My grin however didn’t last. When I looked back to our table, I saw Zion all by himself. He looked bored, occasionally scrolling through his phone. “I’ll be right back” I told no one in particular before making my way over to the lone boy.
“Why so lonely, Kuwonu?” I nudged his arm. With a weak smile on his plump lips, he answered “Asya is preoccupied with her group of friends. I don’t really vibe with ‘em”. Nodding understandingly, I offered him to accompany me back to the others. “As long as you don’t hit the folks, we’re good” I playfully teased him. “Ha ha, very funny” Caleb sarcastically remarked. It was nice to talk to him without an attitude or tension building up. Maybe I overreacted a little bit in the last weeks. Having him around felt good, if you ignored the butterflies that erupted deep down in my stomach every time he looked at me or smiled his goofy grin. But we had our chance and it didn’t work out, that’s why I had to get over it. Better to have him as a friend than anything else. Right now, though, was about having fun and enjoying the company of good friends in a night that seemed to be endless.
The thing is, everything has an end. And so, I found myself in the booth of an old diner. The fake leather of the seats was peeling off and little bolts of cloth got stuck to our clothes. One of my legs was pressed against the window side, my other leg was touching Brandon’s involuntarily. Edwin thought a corner booth would totally suffice for all seven of us. Well, he thought wrong because now we were all huddled up, trying to get as comfortable as humanly possible with not much space between us left. Asya decided to not tag along, saying she was too tired from dancing with her friends all night.
“I hope they hurry up with our order, I’m starving!” Ansley sighed dramatically. Turns out, Austin was talking to her for weeks now, he just couldn’t build up the courage to ask her out yet. So, Edwin being Edwin, persuaded her to join our trip for a midnight-snack, claiming that “this pizza is going to be the best you’ve ever had!”. Judging from the interior design and the slack expression we were getting from the waiter, I highly doubted he was right. But then again, never underestimate Edwin.
“Okay, you were right. This is the best pizza I’ve ever had. Kudos to you, Ed” Ansley munched happily on her slice. Suspiciously examining the pieces in the center of the table, I couldn’t really put too much trust into her words. For some odd reason, the pizza had more grease on it than my face in the morning before washing it. “Just try it, she isn’t lying” Zion slid me a slice over. “If I die, tell Mama, Papa and the babies that I love ‘em” I told Ed before taking a bite. This was actually pretty good. Maybe not the best I’ve had, but it came close. “What makes this the best pizza in all of New York, though? It doesn’t taste that special”. The boys smirked knowingly, all eyes looking down trying to avoid my gaze. “It’s not necessarily the taste but rather the memories this place holds, you know? Back when we were younger, we’d spend our evenings after school here since our parents were working and we had no one to watch us in the meantime” Brandon nodded along to Edwin’s words, clearly remembering it all as if it had happened yesterday. “Can you imagine the mess we’d make?! Five little boys, full of energy rushing in to buy themselves some junk food, not a single care in the world” he paused for a moment, giving the others a short smile. The moment was filled with a melancholic retrospective feeling. “We literally grew up in this place. T’was safer to play and wait for our parents in here than at home or on the streets. I guess that’s what makes this so special to us” he shrugged. Sensing that he had finished the story, I nodded slowly, comprehending everything he just told me. “I like it here. Has charm to it”. Grinning widely, I took another bite to further prove my point.
People think of New York as this cool and hip city, with expensive luxurious apartments and such, but they seem to forget that not everyone is fortunate enough to live that life. Some of us have to learn from an early age that this world is full of bad people. Not everyone is going to wish you the best or give a helping hand. “We kinda are like OMB if you really think about it. Sure, no one is forcing us to join a gang or sum, but we do live a similar life” Zion threw in. “Actually, the weedhead might be onto something” B exclaimed. “You moving here out of nowhere” he said, pointing towards me. “Ed having to give up his room for you. A weird crackhead as a friend like Jamal” Now it was Edwin’s turn to be pointed at. “Hey! That’s rude! Besides, don’t do my bro Jamal like dat. He’s a great friend, always got their backs and shit” Ed tried to argue. “You’re a great friend, too. And an even better twin brother” I genuinely told him. A chorus of “Awwee”’s followed the round. “Now this is how you talk to friends! Take notes, ladies”. When he said ladies, he definitely wasn’t referring to me or Ansley.
The night itself turned out being amazing and I was glad that Edwin had convinced me to go to prom. We were talking about everything and nothing, really. Moments turned into minutes. Minutes turned into hours, and soon it was already time to leave. Ansley had to be home soon, so Austin took it upon himself to make sure she would arrive there safely. Edwin was craving donuts from the corner shop across the street, but since he couldn’t be trusted on his own, Brandon decided to follow him. “Is B really the right fit to watch him not do any shenanigans?” Nick asked warily. “… honestly, talking from experience, I should probably go with ‘em before their sugar high kicks in”. With that, I was left alone with Zion in the booth of a run-down diner in the middle of New York. Despite being in one of the biggest cities, the world suddenly felt so small around me.
“So …” Zion said, looking around the place. “So …” I mimicked. Shaking his head, he just laughed. “This is low key awkward, not gonna lie”. It was true. In a group we no longer had trouble talking, however when alone it was a whole another story.
“I’m sorry”.
“You say sorry way too much”.
“Maybe. But this time I wanna apologize for attacking you with that kiss last week”.
“It’s all forgotten”.
His mouth opened and closed, scared to say something but I knew there still was something he wanted to get off his chest.
The bell above the door frame signaled the arrival of someone. “Guess what I gotchu guys?!” Edwin trotted over, taking a seat on the table, so that he had both me and Z on each of his sides. A small brown paper bag rested on his lap. With one swift movement, he pulled out some twizzlers, and shoved them in our hands. “And we also bought you make up wipes!” happily Brandon said in a sing-song voice. Fishing out the pack, he handed them over to me. “I love you guys!”. Nick walked in last. “Yo, I’m slowly getting tired. Can we drive home now?” sleepily he rubbed his eyes, already pulling on Zion’s sleeve. Reluctantly, Edwin followed behind, even though all he wanted was to eat his candy. His sugar high was still going in full force. Therefore, he didn’t feel an ounce of sleep.
“Why the fuck is he so bouncy?!”Austin asked. We had called him earlier to ask for his location, so that we could pick him up and drive home as well. He climbed up the Jeep, sitting next to an energetic Ed. “Twizzlers?” he offered to his friend. “No, thanks. Also, please stop smiling so creepily, you’re scaring me”. This was going to be a long drive.
Note: Part 4 will have more Zion moments. The plan is to have only one or two settings, so hopefully it’ll work out as planned.
I’d love to get some feedback, good or bad doesn’t matter!! What direction would you want this to go? How would you like this to end? Let me know!
Cami
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Best. Convo. Ever.
3:27AM    4/03/19
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
You both like sad.
Stranger: Hello
You: hello
You: hows it going fellow sad human :)
You: :(*
Stranger: Not actually a human
You: :O same here
Stranger: It's going alright, not really that good
Stranger: How about you
You: mehh could be better
Stranger: I feel that
You: anything particular or is it just life lol?
Stranger: Yeah, just need some inspiration to get me going again
You: aha i getchu
Stranger: How are things on your end? What can make your life better
You: ahh thats a big question
You: lets just say im quite an overthinker
Stranger: I know the feeling
You: So I worry too much about what I want to die with my life etc
You: but im going through a "not giving a shit phase" atm lol
Stranger: Yeah, that's a big thing for a lot of people
Stranger: I'm sure you'll find something you'll enjoy
Stranger: Umm are you in any programs? Like that the school offers
Stranger: Maybe you'll find something you enjoy there
Stranger: Its always good to have hobbies
You: hmm not really im quite an antisocial person so i hadnt considered it
You: i do music on the side for fun
You: but its quite pricey hahah
Stranger: Yeah
Stranger: Hobbies can definitely be expensive
You: yeah im currently saving up for some equipment so
Stranger: That's nice, goals yass
You: well what do you like to do for fun?
Stranger: ATM I'm into gaming
You: oo me too
You: although i havnt played games for a while
Stranger: Ahh
Stranger: I play shooters mostly
Stranger: I do enjoy other games occasionally
You: yaas pc or a console?
Stranger: Mostly console
Stranger: A little pc here and there
You: ahh i see
Stranger: Yep
Stranger: I'm just in love with edits in videos I want to be more involved with the community but like you I am also sort of antisocial at times
You: Ahhhh
You: you do edits?
Stranger: A little but I'm really not good
You: ah i doubt that
You: what types of edits
You: i wish i was good at video editing haha
Stranger: ATM kinda like a montage
You: ah thats cool
Stranger: I love the community but I'm just so scared of it tbh
You: ah i feels
Stranger: I've never really had anxiety and stuff, but I understand now
Stranger: There's a few people in the community I have a real hard time talking to
Stranger: Like my heart is bumpin' super fast and sometimes I get a sinking feeling
Stranger: Do you have any solutions?
You: aw one of my best friends is like that
You: hmm
You: well recently she's been forcing herself into social situations
You: umm
You: i would start small maybe just talk to a stranger on the bus or something
Stranger: I hate lfgs but it'll probably help
You: ahh understandable
Stranger: I suck online, in person I'm alright
Stranger: Idk why that is
You: i dont really like social situations but it doesnt make me too nervous
You: ahh really?its the opposite for me hahah
You: in person im awkward asf
Stranger: I can be too, but it's usually when I want people to stop talking to me
You: aha
Stranger: I'm not really one to tell someone to go away or shut up
You: For me it would take a while for me to be myself around you if id just met you
You: like id have to chill with you for a long time
You: yeahh me too tbh
Stranger: Yeah, I feel that
You: i get especially awkward if i like someone and im talking to them lmfao
Stranger: Oh lmao
You: thats the only time ill really be nervous
Stranger: Last time I was like that was middle school haha
You: ahh hahah
You: wait how old is middle school lol
Stranger: Do you play any sports or something?
You: we dont use those terms in the UK lol
You: yeahh basketball and I go to the gym a lot
Stranger: Umm like 12, 13, 14
You: ahh so how old are you now?
You: and are you into sports?
Stranger: 19 :/
Stranger: Yeah, wrestling
You: ahh 16 here
Stranger: Oh boy
You: Oo thats awesome
Stranger: Yeah it was fun
Stranger: Especially if you're good
You: i took up kick boxing recently
Stranger: Because then you can use it as like a line
You: i enjoy it way more than karate
You: ahh right
Stranger: Talking to a girl or something, be like aye come watch my matches
Stranger: Don't recommend sitting with them until after you shower tho
You: hahaha
You: ah well I am a girl so don't think i'd be doing that lol
Stranger: Idk some of the girls out here are spitting game
Stranger: Like when I was in school they were smooth af
You: lmaoo
You: id have to be extremely comfortable around someone to have game lol
Stranger: I'm just saying it's just natural for some
You: yeah ive seen
Stranger: One of my best friends, she had a guy miss his stop and go to her house I was like woah
You: god damn lol
Stranger: They ended up dating for two years
You: wow
Stranger: Yeah man, some people out here are experts, I've only been in a handful of relationships
Stranger: So I'm not the best when it comes to keeping people around
You: ahh i get youu
Stranger: Yeah, a lot of my relationships ended pretty bad
Stranger: How about you?
You: How old were you when u had your first serious relationship
You: aw damn that sucks
Stranger: Like 13
You: aha 14 here
Stranger: Wait what do you mean by serious?
You: when I had my first boyfriend
Stranger: Like sexual stuff or like
You: no just like
You: i dont even know what i meant tbh
Stranger: Yeah then, 13
You: rightt
Stranger: We we're together for a while going to each other houses to hang out and stuff
Stranger: I loved her family
Stranger: Super friendly
Stranger: We just drifted apart and I kinda was mean
Stranger: How did yours go?
You: ah suckss
You: well uh it was great at first
You: i was 14 he was 15
Stranger: Ooo
You: like we had a lot in common and many mutual friends
You: we were together for about a year
You: thinks just got ugly the last few months like he was really aggressive
You: and then yeahh that was that
Stranger: Like how?
Stranger: Idk I was just giving her the cold shoulder without even realizing it
You: at first he would just lose his temper and throw shit around or punch something
You: but then he hit me one time in front of all of my friends
Stranger: Yeah, that's a no no
You: and I was actually willing to forgive him but my friends didn't let me to
You: and im glad they didnt
Stranger: That's good
You: i was quite naive then but
You: nah lol
Stranger: I meant like them not letting you forgive him ahha
You: yeahh I know :p
You: were you in love with her
You: the girl you grew apart form
Stranger: Umm sort of
Stranger: Hard to explain
You: yeah love is a tricky word
Stranger: I tend to use it in the wrong sense
Stranger: Idk, she was really cool, we didn't really share many things but she was understanding
Stranger: Because we were completely different people
You: ahh
Stranger: At the end of the day, she had both her parents her whole life and was sheltered, I didn't so I knew way more than her in that sense
You: ahh :( must of been hard
Stranger: Eh, I had my uncles to keep me in check
Stranger: And even tho my dad wasn't there a lot to help me, he still showed me a lot of things
Stranger: Like never lay a hand on a woman, and look out for others
You: ah i see
Stranger: I'm the second oldest
Stranger: 2 brothers 2 sisters
You: ah wow
You: ive just got an older brother
Stranger: Was he nice ?
You: Well
You: when we were younger we pretty much hated eachother and he always hit me lol
You: but now he's more supportive and a much calmer guy
Stranger: Lmao
You: he had loads of issues i cant really hate him anymore
You: but he's quite a jealous guy so hes scared of other boys lol
Stranger: I feel that
Stranger: Oh really now? Like he doesn't have guy friends or
You: yeah hes been like a dad to me pretty much lol
You: nah he does but like
You: hes scared of my interactions with guys because, in his words he "knows what guys are like"
Stranger: That's true
You: so he would threaten me to not have a boyfriend and shit lol
Stranger: Yeah
You: im kind of glad he was like that though
Stranger: Have you been to a part yet?
Stranger: Party
You: prevented me from doing dumb shit
You: Yeah one
You: not really my thing
Stranger: Go to a few more then you'll see what he means
You: Yeah I pretty much understood from that party hahha
You: pretty much an excuse to drink, smoke and have sex
Stranger: Yep
Stranger: Like we come from different places
Stranger: Out here in Illinois people are like less picky
You: oh really?
Stranger: A lot of my friends back back in middle school lost their virginity to the same girl
You: whoa
Stranger: So like I your brother said, he knows what guys want
Stranger: When I mean a lot I mean like 3
You: damn
Stranger: Idk, I just don't like the idea of my mans being with the same girl as me
Stranger: I've always been like that
You: yeah i get you
Stranger: I'm glad you're close to your brother I'm not close to my older brother
You: ah what about your other siblings?
Stranger: Closer but not super close
Stranger: I kinda keep to myself now
You: yeah im close with him in one sense, but theres a lot i cant talk to him about
You: ahh i feels
Stranger: Yeah, like when I was 15, I stopped talking to a lot of people
Stranger: Depression hit me hard
You: shit :/
Stranger: Yeah, shit can be tough especially if you don't talk to people
Stranger: Just a fyi, if you have issues find someone to talk to
You: yeah definitely
Stranger: But be careful because some people will use it against you
You: yeah ive always been a closed book
You: especially females!!
You: they love having dirt on somebody
Stranger: Yeah
Stranger: That's how my umm relationship at 15 ended
Stranger: I told her what was going on and she told the whole school and stuff
You: wow wtf
Stranger: It was really bad because I was umm sent away for a little
You: jesus
Stranger: Yeah I was out for like two weeks
Stranger: 3 days at the hospital then about a little more than a week at the facility
You: ahh shit :c
Stranger: After that I didn't really trust anyone
Stranger: Tbh I only just started talking to people about my problems
You: yeah i get what that feels like people have broken my trust a lot growing up
You: yeah same really
You: I was forced into counselling and i hating going at first
You: my counsellor saw i hated talking to people so she encouraged me to talk to a friend
Stranger: The person I had listening, I didn't really like her do I stopped going
Stranger: So*
You: and this friend i knew i could trust so i told her a lot
Stranger: That's good
Stranger: I grew away from my best friend
You: Yeahh it felt really unnatural so i just prefered talking to someone close
Stranger: There's just some things I can't tell him
You: Yeah i get you
You: I was scared i would drive her away if i told her certain things
Stranger: Idk I want to tell someone but I don't trust anyone
You: but i still told her a lot
Stranger: It's not about driving them away
You: someone in the family maybe?
Stranger: Its about them telling the person
Stranger: I told you how I'm not close to my brother but we have a lot in common and he's closer to the family than me
Stranger: So I can't really vent to my uncles or cousins
You: right
You: ermm
You: the things you wanted to talk abiout
You: is it something that can be used against you in a way?
Stranger: Sort of
Stranger: It's more or less like I'll say something then they'll bring stuff to just destroy my character and stuff
Stranger: The way we talk is people get really defensive and start attacking you if they don't like what you have to say
You: ah i understand
You: thats a shitty position to be in :c
Stranger: Yeah, I can't tell any of my online friends either because I don't want people to think different of me if they know I tried to commit suicide
Stranger: One of the people in the community I love knows because she was one of the first people I told
You: damn
Stranger: But she told her bf back in the day and he sent me a lot of hurtful messages
You: people can be really ignorant about these kinds of things so i get its hard to talk about
You: what the fuck
You: thats so messed up smh :(
Stranger: It was like 3ish years ago but I still remember it
Stranger: He isn't with her anymore but when I do end up talking to her, my stomach sinks so much
Stranger: And my heart beats really fast
You: crap
You: have you spoken to her about that?
Stranger: Honestly just thinking about her just makes me nervous, not really very briefly
Stranger: It was just catching up and she has changed as a person and I'm just scared tbh
You: ahh damn
Stranger: Honestly, this is the biggest reason why I don't feel motivated. This is why I need inspiration
You: what specifically
Stranger: The fact that she knows that I tried to commit suicide and like I said I want to play a bigger part of the community and she streams occasionally and I don't want the community to know. Because I know I'll get a lot of messages and stuff
Stranger: Hate stands out a lot more than support
You: ahh definitely i feel that
Stranger: It makes me really nervous
You: what do you think would help?
Stranger: I don't know
Stranger: I over think as well
Stranger: Like idk one of my good friends I've been playing with for a year straight kinda did some lame shit so
Stranger: I'm not really trusting anyone
You: ah damn
Stranger: We umm got into some illegal activities and he liked about something and it was something big
Stranger: So I don't know how much he'll do to make the like true even if it means one of us will get sent away to prison
Stranger: Lie
You: ohh shit
Stranger: Yeah, so I haven't talked to that guy in like 3 weeks or so
Stranger: So I'm on edge and don't trust anyone
You: thats understandable
You: given everything thats happened
Stranger: Thanks for listening
Stranger: Even tho I don't have solutions for everything I will try to talk to people a little more so I can be a bit more friendly
You: Thank you too stranger this has been quite a good talk
You: and i never do this kind of thing lol
Stranger: Oh?
Stranger: What do you usually do
You: Nothing really I just swim around in my thoughts
Stranger: Aww
Stranger: I wouldn't mind listening to some thoughts (:
You: Like I know there is a certain person I can trust but I hate worrying people or burdening them with my problems
You: ahh I appreciate that
You: I don't even know where to begin haha
Stranger: It's cool just say whatever's on your mind
You: Okay just so you get a better understanding I'll tell you a bit about me lol
Stranger: I'm all ears
You: Right so ill just start to when I was around 10 years old
You: I always felt different and I was quite isolated from people because of it
You: like i didnt really have friends because the ones I had ended up hating me or breaking my trust or some dumb shit
Stranger: What made you feel different? Anything in particular?
You: and I got bullied for like a year
Stranger: Ahh
You: Uhh well
You: I thought differently to everyone else
You: Like
You: everyone was so much more willing to be ignorant about things just because it made them happier
Stranger: Definitely, I know how dumb people can be
You: And everyone around me would be after small meaningless things and I felt like I always thought big
You: idk what im saying hahah but yeah people pretty much thought I was a weirdo and i got bullied for it
Stranger: A lot of people miss the big picture
Stranger: I never really got bullied
You: so when i was 11 i had my first real real friends
Stranger: A little name calling here and there
You: yeah it really sucked im glad it didnt last too long
Stranger: What we're their names?
Stranger: That's nice
You: hahaha
Stranger: Were
You: I really don't remember now I left that school
Stranger: Awww
Stranger: One of my old best friends was cody
You: ohh you mean my friends
Stranger: He was a goofy kid
Stranger: Yeah silly
You: soz im so sleep deprived i read it wrong hahah
Stranger: It's okay
You: Well there was three of us
You: crystal, danielle and tamanna
You: them three*
You: and there was me
You: so it was a small friendship circle and i was friends with them from ages 11, 12, 13, 14
You: like there was additions to the group but i wont say much about them
Stranger: I feel that we all got our groups
You: but during these few years i was still that same weird different kid
You: but I suppressed that and acted like somebody else so I would have friends
Stranger: I sort of did the same thing
You: and yeah these friends weren't great, they lied a lot, said a lot about eachother (including me) behind eachothers back, spread rumours, told secrets
You: so I knew i couldnt trust them with the things i was thinking or whatnot
Stranger: Yeah, it's tough finding trustworthy people at that age
Stranger: You gotta find them before all that
Stranger: Hormones can do a lot to mess things up
You: so yeah, 14 years old was when I was really down about it, I felt lonely all the time because I was constantly stuck in my own thoughts
You: yeahh definitely
Stranger: Did you think about the same things
You: So I would spend a lot of time on my own which was the biggest mistake lol
You: pretty much yeah but
Stranger: Definitely
You: there was a lot i was thinking about
Stranger: Like what
You: Ahh things about people, things about like, our purpose
You: it got really unhealthy i guess
You: life**
You: i guess i asked a lot of questions which couldn''t be answered
Stranger: When I was younger I always knew what I wanted in life
You: ahh really?
Stranger: Yeah, it's kinda silly and a lot of people think it's lame but my friends and I all wanted to become pro players
You: ah thats sick
Stranger: That was back in the day 6ish years ago
You: its not silly at all
Stranger: It is, in the sense that it's a lot of work and a lot of people don't make it
You: True but, its good to have dreams and ambitions
You: something to work towards
Stranger: Most definitely but people need a back up plan
You: Yeah definitely
Stranger: What did you want
Stranger: Like in life
You: I never knew to be honest
You: generally I wanted to help or inspire people
You: but never knew specifically what
Stranger: I'm sure there's something that'll bring you in (:
You: but that all went to shit when i got olde rhahah
You: yeahh I'm waiting for it :)
Stranger: I'm sure you'll get the passion back and start caring again
You: I hope so
Stranger: Sometimes when I need motivation I watch some videos of people I look up to
You: Theres other things I need to fix first before that can happen
Stranger: For sure
You: ah thats nice
Stranger: Work on yourself before helping others
You: Yeah I know that I should but
You: idk i never really felt worth the effort I always thought everyone else was more important
You: second biggest mistake lol
Stranger: I feel that
Stranger: I was actually failing a lot of classes because I spent all my time helping others and not doing my own work
Stranger: So I just cheated on all my paperwork with friends
You: ah wow
You: damn
Stranger: That was middle school tho
Stranger: Can't do that in highschool
Stranger: You'll get into serious trouble
You: yeahh
You: its kind of like that here
Stranger: Academic dishonesty is a big issue
You: slightly different system
Stranger: Especially if you want to get into a big school
You: but theres mostly exam papers
You: oh yeah 100%
Stranger: Yeah
You: ahh I have such little time to fix up though
You: like last year I was really stupid
Stranger: Why
You: and the year before hahah
Stranger: What did you do
You: ahh lets see
You: so
You: when I was 14 I just fell into a deep hole of bullshit and stupidity and got into the habit of harming myself
You: and I left all of my old friends and found new, even worse friends
Stranger: I feel it, I did the same sort of
Stranger: Did they encourage your behavior?
You: but i "loved" them for the reason that we would smoke a lot of weed together
You: no nobody knew i hid it all the time
Stranger: Ahhh, yeah drugs are definitely something interesting
You: yeah definitely
Stranger: I don't think anyone who isn't there mentally should do drugs
You: dumbest thing I could have done in my situation as it was the only think I was relying on to make me even the slightest bit happy
You: yeah so true
Stranger: Happiness can be tricky
You: and then in that friendship group was this one guy who I wont go into much detail about but we were both mentally fucked up so we were just toxic together and fucked eachother up even more
Stranger: I did the same thing
You: and my mum found out about me harming myself so i was forced into counselling, my mum was getting panic attacks because of stressing about me
You: which made me feel shit so i started harming myself again
Stranger: Awww ):
You: and then at 15
You: is like one of the most important exams we do in the UK
Stranger: We do it at like 16-17
You: and basically i didnt really care much about life so I purposefully failed everything
Stranger: ):
You: here its 15-18
You: 17*
You: and then i left to go to a new school because i hated everyone there so im going there currently
You: and the most important exams
You: well the first year of it
You: are coming up
You: and yeah I'm still not in a really good place mentally
Stranger: Do you know why that is?
You: I don't smoke anymore but I rely on hurting myself wayy too much
You: I honestly do not, and ive thought about it a lot too :/
Stranger: Is it what happened in the past?
You: i think its just many small things that just add up
You: maybe
You: this is weird but recently like im remembering stuff from my childhood that I had completely forgotten about
Stranger: Yeah, something like happens to me
Stranger: It's just weird dreams of the past
You: yeahh me too
Stranger: A lot of it is middle school stuff like dances and stuff
Stranger: Like dates and what not
You: ahh
You: for me its like when i was really really young
You: but idk because these memories seem really bizarre that im wondering if im somehow making some of them up
You: one of them which I know is true is the first time that my dad hit my mum
You: he never did again but
You: I dont know why im remembering it now
Stranger: That's good
Stranger: Umm I'm not sure tbh
Stranger: Do you believe in like the guy feeling and stuff?
Stranger: Guy
Stranger: Gut*
You: sometimes i guess
You: actually yeah
Stranger: Maybe something is going to happen
Stranger: I believe in it, a few weeks back I felt weird and stuff and then it came true
Stranger: Hopefully nothing bad happens
You: hm
You: yeah hopefully
You: idk thats not the feeling i get from this
Stranger: What do you get?
You: its more like me just remembering a bunch of shit i forced myself to forget
Stranger: Ahhh
You: but i just dont understand why im remebering now
You: of all times lol
Stranger: Maybe something that happened triggered that memory?
You: i dont really know
You: like sometimes its in dreams
You: sometimes ill just be daydreaming in class and remember something vividly
You: weird shit lol
Stranger: Nah I feel that too
Stranger: I was always in iss so I day dreamed a lot
You: i know a lot of people say that like things that happen in your childhood affect you when your older
Stranger: Yeah definitely
You: but would it still affect me even if i didnt remember them?
You: cos like some of it makes sense
Stranger: Yes I'm sure it would
You: when i think of these new found memories lol
Stranger: It's hard to explain over text but yeah definitely
You: yeah i getchu haha
You: but uhh yeah, theres a lot i need to change in my life lol
Stranger: Start small, silly
You: where do you even start lmao
Stranger: Ummmmm
Stranger: So how is your studying? Good bad?
You: terrible i dont even study haha
You: im basically doing what i did last year
You: i just have no motivation for it i guess
Stranger: But your future silly
Stranger: Don't you wanna help people?
You: yeah i stopped thinking about that a while ago
You: oh yeah i was gonna talk about taht
You: so uh
Stranger: Help yourself
You: Yeah like last summer
Stranger: GET AN EDUCATION SO YOU CAN GO FOR WHAT YOU WANT
You: lmaooo
Stranger: I just want you to do something you enjoy
Stranger: And not be stuck with something you hate
Stranger: Passion matters a lot
Stranger: And I'm sure there's some guy that'll love that you do that stuff 😉
Stranger: You'll be a major guy magnet
You: But yeah a little before summer one of my friends killed herself because of the guy I used to date (the toxic relationship guy) and it just showed me how different people are to how they actually seem. I basically started hating people and became a selfish prick and drove myself a bit crazy until one of my friends metaphorically slapped me in the face and woke me up. The hatred lasted for a few months maybe
You: i agree i still need to think about what i want i guess
Stranger: Try some programs, clubs or something (:
Stranger: Hobbies are always nice to have
You: yeah id just rather do hobbies alone than with people
Stranger: My friend went through the same thing sort of
You: i still sort of hate most people hahah
Stranger: I feel that
You: its weird but because of that i feel like i can read people and i know exactly what someones intentions are
You: which is stupid but
Stranger: Yeah some people feel that way
You: yeah i always think that everyones a fake
Stranger: My brother feels that way and I hate him
You: so it makes it hard for me to get along with people
You: yeah its really stupid i need to learn to trust people
Stranger: It takes a while but people's true colors come out
Stranger: Start small, work your way up
Stranger: <(^~^<)
You: yah i should
You: i need to do some serious soul searching hahah
Stranger: Yeah, I wish I could help, but I always knew what I wanted
Stranger: I'm sure you'll find yourself
You: ahh well you've been a huge help just by listening
You: ive said stuff ive never said before to someone so
You: its been really helpful thanks stranger :)
Stranger: Listen, at the end of the day it's whatever you want
Stranger: We can leave things here if you want
Stranger: Just remember to take care of yourself
Stranger: And please don't hurt yourself
You: ahh well small steps remember
Stranger: Life is beautiful
Stranger: Oh shush
You: hahaha
Stranger: See you around (probably not tho)- J
Stranger has disconnected.
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(4) And thank you for still being here despite the technical problems atm. I can hug you right? *snuggels you* -Peridot
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Heya Peridot, my dear friend. Sorry I answered in this strange order of the last being the first, but I thought you’d be more comfortable if I hid the raw parts of this, as obvious as they may be, because one thing is to come rant to me and let the words flow in your moment of sadness and another thing is re Reading when you’re more calm. So I hope it’s okay that I answered this way and that it’s okay to have hid those bits? 
*hugs*
Dear Peridot. Many times you leave me not knowing what to say, both for the good and bad things. And it’s not that this is bad as in “this made me feel bad” sort of thing, no. It’s bad in the sense of, it makes you feel bad, and that doesn’t make me happy. But it makes me glad that you decided to share this with me. Venting is always important, very useful, and very much needed at times. Taking something like this out of your chest usually Works to take at least a Little bit of the weight off it.
Lemme add a keep Reading, aye, buddy?
Again, sorry for any tipos that may come up, as this computer is much bigger than what I had and hence what I’m used to and it still Will try to correct a lot of words.
Thank you for having the courage to tell me you haven’t been alright lately. It takes a lot to do that, sometimes. It’s very important and very good that you acknowledge that you’re not quite alright, and better that you tell someone of your trust. It seems like such a Little thing but it really is a big important first step to recovery.
Don’t worry about sounding repetitive. You’re not. Indeed, it would be strange that you didn’t talk a lot about this. Something like what happened is not something anyone experiences, and it’s not easy in any way. No matter how strong, patient, or anything else, it’s still a huge impact that leaves a giant mark. It’s not easy. Not the tiniest bit. And it’s no something you get over with. Something like this…sometimes, you don’t. Sometimes, you don’t get over this scenario.
And that’s okay. That’s valid, it’s normal, more common than it seems, and it’s okay. Maybe it won’t ever stop hurting. Most times, in these cases, the best we can get is that it hurts less with time, but no matter how Little it hurts, it still hurts. Because that’s how tough and big this is. It’s something crude and raw and it leaves a huge impact. It doesn’t matter that he wasn’t family or an intimate friend, you had a link, a bond with him, and no matter how weak or strong or close or distant, it was connected to you. And it broke, still beign part of you. Of course you can’t and won’t get over it. You can’t think that. You won’t. And it doesn’t mean that you can’t heal or that you’re doing bad or that you’re weak or that you’re being repetitive, because you’re not. You’re just hurt in a way that not many get hurt, and the scar Will always ache, and you can’t blame anyone and nothing for that.
And it’s sad? Yes. And horrible, because what you would give to stop thinking about it and stop aching. But still crying over it is okay, too. You’re a beautiful human being with a giant heart that feels. You can’t expect to not experience pain with such a big heart. 
I’m so, so, so wholeheartedly, immensely, and terribly sorry that the guy came out of the trials ‘clean’. Reading that made my heart weigh and drop, and it felt…like a punch in the guts. I can’t imagine how you felt. If there’s things I can’t handle and that I despise with every pore of my existence, that’s lies and unjustice. I can’t believe people are willing to let a culprit walk out with no consequences through the open doors. Someone that everyone knows is guilty, that did wrong, that should be punished….allowed out. On his own feet, clean, free, victorious. Getting away with such horrible crime…daring to take someone’s life, and be told ‘you can go home and continue your daily life’ as if…as if a human life didn’t matter. 
It gets on me. I’m disgusted, angry. I have this horrible taste in my tongue and this horrible sensation of a black hole behind the stomach. It sickens me. All the pain he caused…the wrong and bad he did, the blood he spilled, and the pain to dozens, hundreds of people that were taken from a loved one so unexpectedly. All that pain that he caused…taking a good life while his, bad and rotten, remains…it Angers me so much. He’s lucky I’m not personally involved, or I’d have probably paid someone to go get his head. I can’t stand this. I can’t believe it.
I’m so, so sorry Peridot. If I feel like this…so impotent, so powerless, so angry, so fucking angry and so frustrated…I can’t imagine what you’re going through. It must be the same, but a thousand, a million times worse. To know that that fuckface is in his house right now, free to live his life as if he didn’t take another one that was a million times brighter and more beautiful than his…gods fuck me, I’m so, so upset. My stomach is a mess right now.
Lack of witnesses or proof. What a fucking lie. There are a thousand methods to catch the culprit. My biology teacher (who has a doctorate) said it, there’s no perfect crime because there Will lways, always be something that points to the truth. What happens is that your friend wasn’t someone rich or famous, that’s what happens. Because when the rich are involved, they catch the criminal within a few days and sentence him immediately. But because the rest of us, middle and low class, don’t matter, so don’t our deaths and crimes. So they get lazy in investigation, and hence, lazy in trials, and hence, every criminal walks out through the fucking doors, free and victorious, knowing they can do it again and again and again because there Will be no consequences. Because we don’t matter. That’s how the law Works in almost every fucking country of this planet. Because we’ve normalized death so much, investigating death is someone’s ‘job’ only, because ‘this happens every day’. Yes, well, maybe if we actually investigated as if every life matteres, then maybe we’d catch all the criminals, and if they were all properly reprimanded, then maybe I DON’T KNOW, THERE WOULDN’T BE MORE CRIMINALS TO DO THE SAME????
Fuck me. I’m…so upset. So angry, so…unbelievably frustrated and impotent.
I’m so sorry, Peridot. I didn’t mean to rant to you. It’s just that I really can’t believe that he came out of that completely clean when everyone knows he’s not. Laws anger me sometimes because…sometimes it’s the laws what are an obstacle to justice. Everyone knows it was him, but because some stupid paper says ‘okay we know it was him but we need some material proof that shows he did it’, just because of that stupid concept…just because of that, despite everyone knowing he did it, you can’t jail him. 
I do would have liked him to stay in prison all life. You can’t take someone’s life like it’s nothing. Maybe he was nothing to him, but he was the whole world to his family and Friends. He was himself and that’s enough to deserve to live. I get that you’d have liked a Little it of justice. Even if it had been just communitary service, I’d have liked it. But to let him walk out of this entirely unharmed and untouched, like he’s some…privilaged untouchable Monster that can come and go as he pleases doing whatever he pleases with no consequences? Fuck. We can’t do that. I can’t believe this…
It’s okay and really reasonable that you’re angry, and sad, and disappointed. You must also feel frustrated, impotent, and so desperate in some way. Feel all that. Let it out somehow, so long it does no harm to neither you or anyone else. VEnt it and let it free, get angry and destroy something and kick something and be sad and cry and be frustrated and roar into your pillow, and idsappointed and talk shit about the laws and the trials, be desperate and stubborn and upset and don’t talk to anyone for a day and then cry more and then Yell and do anything you need to do to let it all out, ebcause if what I?m feeling is at least 1/50 part of what you’re feeling, fuck, you need it. Let it out. Feel it and let it burn. Because it’s a horrible, horrible, terrible, horrendous disaster and a chaotic experience, and you’ve got all the reason to be feeling as you’re feeling.
Oh, Peridot. I’m so, so sorry, my dear Peridot…I don’t know what to say or do. This experience is horrible and I’m so sorry you’ve got to go through all this unfair mess…I’m so sorry…
As about the job interview, I’m so sorry that they denied you, and I’m sorry that it felt like such a generic response. But don’t feel like it was personal and that you weren’t worth a proper response. It’s not that, Darling. Remember that the people that interview you are not always those sending the emails of rejection or approval. It’s a job, and Jobs usually go from those that interview you, and sometimes those choosing you are some other people, and sometimes, it’s also a third round of different people who send the responses. And they receive many applications…it’s not that you weren’t worth a proper response, it’s that they work that way with everyone.
And do remember what I told you when you came out of the interview and you told me how it went. IT’s not that you’re not good enough. They don’t discard you for being bad. They don’t choose the best, they choose the best suited for the job, and the fact that someone is better suited than you for THAT job doesn’t make you any less good or anything. We’re all good for different things in different measures, and I don’t doubt that you were qualified and a really good option for this job…so that you weren’t the best suited for it doesn’t mean you’re not qualified for it. Just, someone else suited their needs better, but that doesn’t mean you were bad or wrong. 
You did fantastic, and they were so nice to you, and that is not a lie. To them, you should be no one, so they have no reasons to be nice. And yet, they were. And if they were, that’s because they naturally felt and act that way. So it wasn’t fake, they were nice to you because they liked you. 
Please, don’t feel too bad about this. I know that it must have been very, very disappointing, but please don’t take it personal and don’t let it make you have bad thoughts about yourself. You’re excellent, you give your best, and you’re really well suited for anything you want to do. Feel bad about being rejected, yes, but know that applications for a job is like exams: they don’t determine how good you are or how worth it you are. They’re a general test, not one suited personally for you, and we’re all different with different abilities. A exam, a title, or a job application, none of that defines how good you are. They may be hints of what you need to get better at, but they never, memorize it, they never define you or your abilities or your worth. You know what you’re good at, you know what you can get better at, a piece of paper or an email or the judge or the employer don’t. You. 
So remember what I told you; Kuzco-fy yourself. Remember you’re fantastic, and amazing, and a deity. It’s them who are missing out their chance with you. And don’t take it in a bad way, try to see it in a good way. Being denied doesn’t mean you’re not qualified. J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter was denied by 12 different editorials. And that doesn’t mean that it was bad, or that she wasn’t qualified. Being rejected is normal, okay, and it doesn’t mean you won’t make it. You know what means you won’t make it? Giving up. Not moving on. Not trying again. IMagine if she hadn’t tried all those 13 times, that she had given up after being denied for a 7th time. Imagine not having discovered how huge of a thing HP would become.
Just recently I saw a video of an actress from Friends (I’ve never watched it so I can’t say who it was, but I do know of the huge impact Friends was), and she was rejected, too. Fired, actually, before starting the filming of another show, and it was BECAUSE she was fired from that one that she found her place in Friends. And the point of the video was her saying that, that sometimes being fired or rejected is what is meant to happen and it Will lead you to something way, way better. That it feels HORRIBLE at first, yes, but that’s just because you haven’t found that other door that wouldn’t have opened had you been accepted in that first one.
What I mean to say is, dear Peridot, that this isn’t personal, and that you’re going to find something better if you keep pushing forwards. And that you’re fantastic, and great, and you give so much good to the world, it’s only by nature going to come back to you, and that althought being rejected feels terrible, it’s sometimes only the process to get somewhere brighter and better.
I’m glad that you’re aware that I won’t get mad at your or anything. You know you can always drop by to tell me what’s in your mind and how I can help. Also, don’t refrain from talking to me despite my technical problems; my computer can’t be repaired. Or, well, it can, but it’s rather senseless because it was ‘old’ (seen from the perspective of how fast technology moves), and I had dropped it so many times before, the hardware is damaged and it isn’t very worth it.
I’m going to get a new one, but we’re very tight on money right now, so I’ll keep using my papa’s computer for a very long while. But don’t you worry and don’t let any of that refrain you from writing to me. Papa is out most of the day so I can use it then. I just gotta get used to the keyboard :)
And of course you can hug me. I’m already hugging you, you sweet muffin. That’s what I do best, right? Offer confort hugs and warm snuggles. I’m not a squishy ball of fluff just for no reason, squeeze and hug all you need and want, dear Peridot. You certainly can use a hug. Maybe it wont’ fix anything or make anything better, but it’s always a good confort that does well to the heart.
*snuggles back*
I’m going to stay curled up right next to you all the time you need. Or clingignt o your head and not letting go. Or hugged to you and snuggling. Anything and everything for the good warm huggles, all the time you need. That’s what I do best, even if it’s just virtually.
Dear Peridot, I feel frustrated because I don’t know how to confort you. I wish I was there to be able to physically do something, even ifjust stroke your hair. IT pains me to know you in pain, and experiencing such a crude thing. I’m so, so profoundly sorry that all this mess happened, and that you’re having such a rough time. I’m profoundly sorry for everything and for the way you’re feeling, my dear friend. 
Know that I’m with you, as are my best wishes and vibes. I’ll be asking mommy moon to try to do something to ease those horrible feelings invading you. And I’ll be thinking about you, wishing you the best, and hoping for you to find peace of mind soon. You’ve got me virtually to snuggle you, and across the ocean to keep supporting you and sending you the best vibes I have.
Dear Peridot, I wish I had more to say but...I’m rather speechless, and only able to share my empathy with you. I’m sorry all this is happening. You deserve much better.
Have a good night, Peridot, and sleep well. I love you.
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Into the Abyss (and back into you)
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Chapter 1:  First Day
Pairings: A LOT
Warnings: none atm
Summary: After being rescued, child soldier survivor Bucky Barnes tries his hardest to have a normal, ordinary high school life despite the terrors that still haunt him. One day, he receives an email that he thought would never come -- the private investigator he had hired found his mother. He has to make a plan and act quick if he doesn't want to lose her again. Sam Wilson, aspiring therapist, loves his family and his friends. After his best friend Bucky cuts off communication from their friend group, his sister goes missing. A hashtag, a social media movement, a nationwide search. But there's no trace of her. After finishing high school, Bucky contacts him once more, telling him that he knows where to find his sister. With the help of his friends, they all travel throughout the United States to find Sam's sister and Bucky's mother. And perhaps love in the way, too.
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Steve♢ is online
Erik ( ಠ ಠ) is online
Bucky ( ˘-___-) is online
Sammy is online
 Steve ♢: first day of school o(*^▽^*)o
Steve ♢: you guys excited?
Erik ( ಠ ಠ): of course
Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): i cant wait to finally step into that hellhole we call school
Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): and die.
Bucky ( ˘-__-): ^
Sammy: facts
Steve ♢: you guys…
Steve ♢: we only have this year together!
Steve ♢: we gotta enjoy it!
Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): oh ill enjoy it alright
Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): im always happy whenever i get home from school u know
Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): its a good change from the crippling depression i feel whenever i step into those shitty gates of hell
Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): did i also mention i get diabetes type fuck-school whenever i enter school
Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): its life-threatening steve
Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): i could die
Sammy: tick tock then bitch
Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): shut up sam
Steve ♢: come ooooon
Steve ♢: you'll be ok! You have me, Sam and Bucky!
Steve ♢: i honestly think this year will be great! Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): yeah
Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): i hope so too
Sammy: Alright Steve we'll see you at school
Sammy: I’m about to start driving now
Steve ♢: ok, see you guys! Bucky ( ˘-___-): Oh hey btw
Bucky ( ˘-___-): Don't forget to eat
Bucky ( ˘-___-): You always skip breakfast...
Bucky ( ˘-___-): At least drink orange juice
Bucky ( ˘-___-): That should help a bit
Steve ♢: yep!
Steve ♢: i won’t forget (。・ω・。)ノ
Bucky ( ˘-___-): Good!
Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): gay
Bucky ( ˘-___-): I meant that in the most heterosexual way possible
Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): when do you ever
Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): remember that time you pulled down Steve’s pants while we were at the pool high af
Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): because i do
Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): and his ass...
Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): it haunts me
Steve ♢: i tend to have that effect on people.
Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): i haven’t been able to sleep since then Steve
Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): you monster
Bucky ( ˘-___-): Erik hurry up we’re already waiting outside
Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): dont you fucking try to change the subject
Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): remember that time you pole danced and strip teased when you were drunk out of your mind
Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): because i do
Steve ♢: but that happened last month
Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): and yet it feels like an eternity
Bucky ( ˘-___-): Why can’t you guys forget the embarrassing shit I do for like once in your lives.
Sammy: cuz it was fucking hilarious thats why LMFAO I think I still have those polaroid pics somewhere
Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): n cuz that’s what friends do
Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): and apparently for you friendship is also traumatizing me with steves bare ass and your slutty pole dancing
Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): i’ve had night terrors ever since
Steve ♢: lol
Bucky ( ˘-___-): Erik. hurry up. before I go in there. and beat you. in the face and ass.
Bucky ( ˘-___-): We’re already late. Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): aw
Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): come on you know that my hair takes long
Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): shit i should be a model for l'oreal
Sammy: we’re leaving
Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): okokokok im going out
Steve ♢: lol be careful
Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): we will try
Bucky ( ˘-___-): See you Steve!
Steve ♢: byeee
 Steve ♢ is offline
Bucky ( ˘-___-) is offline
Erik ( ಠ ಠ ) is offline
Sammy is offline
 “About time,” Bucky says as he reclines in his seat and pulls down his beanie with a huff, almost fully covering his eyebrows. Sam looks at the backseat through the rearview mirror as Erik lazily opens the door and sits on the middle of the backseat with a groan, his black hoodie still pulled up and hiding half his face.
“Sorry.” Erik says, sounding annoyed and not sorry at all. Both boys can hear the loud trap music coming from one bud of his gold earphones while the other hangs low down his neck. He leans back and closes his eyes, already looking drained of energy before the day even starts. “There was a problem.”
Sam starts his car while keeping both of his hands on the steering wheel, “What happened?” he asks.
“Is Valentina okay?” Bucky also asks, peeking at him over his shoulder.
Erik rolls his eyes at him. “The goddamn cat is fine.” He sighs and sinks further into his seat. “Nah. Do y'all remember my cousin?” Erik taps Bucky’s shoulder to make him fully turn around, as though he wants him to see the pain in his eyes as he speaks. “The one in Wakanda? Annoying, quiet, and thinks he’s better than everybody else?”
Bucky wrinkles his nose in confusion and looks to the side as he tries to remember, but comes up empty. He shrugs.
“Ah,” Sam says, nodding. “Yes, I remember you fondly telling us about him.”
“Well,” Erik says, putting extra emphasis on the word by rolling his eyes once again. “He moved here. Has been at my house all summer. And I have to share my room with him.”
Bucky nods in silent understanding and Sam keeps driving in silence, expecting Erik to continue talking about how his life is full of struggles. But instead Erik sits there with his arms crossed, his eyebrows knitted together and his lips forming a pout like a child. Bucky would call him cute, but starting his morning with a black eye isn’t on his to-do list.
“And um,” Bucky starts, uncertainty in his voice. “That's it?”
“That is it.” Erik scoffs, sliding further into his seat. “I don't want to share my room with him. Shit, I don't want to share it with anyone! Both him and my little cousin, Shuri, are here. They are filthy fucking rich, I don’t get why they gotta live with us.”
Bucky frowns and nods, trying to understand his unique situation. Sam instead feels the need to nervously scratch the back of his neck, but he doesn't want to let go of the steering wheel thanks to his road anxiety preventing him from even looking away. They know that Erik’s mom has been in a… feud of sorts with Erik’s paternal uncle. Erik wasn’t too specific of course, but they remember it made him upset enough to cry. And while they know he’s a soft guy under all the tough facade he puts on – he can’t say he doesn’t cry when watching the pet adoption commercials (“they are all alone, and sad, and the music doesn’t help, you assholes! Stop laughing!”) or that he doesn’t sing his heart out to the opening of his favorite anime – they also know that Erik loves his father, and he loves his mother, but one of them is gone and he has been too overprotective over the only one left. Erik’s hatred for his uncle has not stopped growing since that fight with his mom.
Remembering this, both boys feel an ache in their chest for their friend, wanting nothing more but to make him smile again.
Bucky is not much of a touchy person, so when he stretches to place his hand on Erik’s knee and shakes it in silent comfort, it doesn’t go overlooked. Erik smiles at him, and when he looks to the side of Bucky he sees Sam looking at him intensely.
“What?” He spats out on impulse under the sharp scrutiny.
Sam blinks once, twice, and finally he speaks. “You’re a better person than that old man is, you know.” He slowly says in that therapeutic, soothing voice of his, causing Erik to pause. “You’re a better person than your cousin, who didn’t stand up for you or your dad. You're kind, and you care so much. You— you're not afraid to fight for what's right. You’re way better than them, Erik, don’t you forget that, okay?”
Looking at him with wide eyes, Erik then slowly smiles, thankful for his best friend’s words. It might not fix it all, but it helps, even if just a little bit. He will be caught dead before he ever admits that, though, so instead he says ‘that’s kinda gay’ and laughs when Sam tells him to get the hell out of his car.
“We're here anyways!” He yells out, laughter still present in his voice.
Sam frantically locks his car and rushes to catch up with Erik and Bucky as both argue excitedly about an anime episode that streamed the night before. “Can one of y’all speak English, please?” He pushes them apart to be in the middle of them. “Or Patwah? Me kno ou to speak dat at least.”
Erik playfully elbows him and answers him with that smugness his teachers hate. “Amabini anokudlala oko umdlalo, uyazi,” he answers back, which makes Sam smile brightly and whisper ‘alright, okay, alright’ while elbowing him back.
Bucky, though, smiles and just watches their friendly bickering, finally feeling at home. He missed this feeling. He missed them both so much.
Somehow, they're already in front of their lockers, all three of them stopping together in order starting from Bucky to Sam to Erik. In fact, that’s how they met in middle school. They happened to have been assigned lockers right next to each other when school first started; Erik arrived first and mistook his locker for Sam’s, and when Sam got there Erik wouldn’t let him get close to it. They almost got into a fistfight until they both saw Bucky trying to open the locker they were both fighting for.
Of course, after all three of them were sent to the principal's office, they’ve been best friends ever since.
Erik starts to fumble with his lock, reciting the combination under his breath like he always does with important things he has to remember, until he hears Bucky whisper to Sam to turn around and look.
“Okoye! Koko!” The voice of some girl catches their attention. They turn their eyes to the row of lockers in front of them to see Okoye ‘Koko’ Milaje turn to her girlfriend just in time to catch her as she throws herself at her. Her girlfriend, Nakia, excitedly throws her arms around her middle, burying her face in her girlfriend’s chest. She says something that only Okoye can hear because she laughs brightly, leans down, and presses a kiss to her forehead.
Sam smiles at Bucky, who smiles back at him and says “girls” as though that explains everything and turns to focus on opening his locker. From the corner of his eye he quickly realizes that only two people stop to stare at the couple, and only one looks like they’re disgusted… though they don’t do anything about it, instead opting to turn away from them. Good, Sam thinks. He doesn't have the time for that bullshit so early in the morning. He turns to mention it to Erik, and his friend’s expression is not the annoyed one he expected for witnessing the kiss since he says to hate ‘corny romantic bullshit’ (which is a lie, because he once caught him intensely watching a telenovela in the middle of history class) but instead his expression is just one of...pain.
Sam frowns, confused. Pain...?
“So that’s why he’s here…” Erik whispers, looking away from them.
Bucky peeks over his shoulder and turns to Erik while Sam orderly puts his belongings inside his locker, who is still looking at Erik from the corner of his eye. “Who?” Bucky asks.
“Huh?” Erik stops harshly throwing his books inside his locker to look at him askew. He comes back to himself soon enough though, and he quickly closes his eyes, shaking his head with a sigh. “No, nothing. I was just talking to myself.”
Both Bucky and Sam look at each other, and suddenly, they feel the need to ask him about it again because the troubled look on their friend’s face bothers them, but the ring of the school bell interrupts before either of them can say anything.
“Well, gotta go.” Erik sighs irritably, slamming his locker door closed. “See y’all later – ah, wait. Both of you have art first period, right? With, uh, Ms. Minako?” He asks.
Sam nods. “Yeah, why?”
“Okay, so, my cousin.” Erik says, adding an eyeroll for extra measure. “He’s coming to our school.” Sam and Bucky both raise their eyebrows in surprise, and Erik nods. “Yeah, he’s gonna come to school here, sadly. For some fucking reason. Anyways, he’s probably going to be late since his dumb ass didn’t wake up on time ‘cuz he was busy moping around and I wasn't going to wait for him. He’s in the same class as y’all, I believe, so if y'all could, you know, show him around… or whatever… I’d be… uh,” he coughs into his fist. “I, uh, I’d appreciate it. Seriously.” His voice turns quieter and softer as he finishes, eyes cast away. He leans from one side to another on his heels like he always does when he’s impatient or nervous.
Bucky raises an eyebrow and decides to tease him. “Hold up,” he quickly leans over him, causing Erik to step back. “You’re asking us for a favor?”
“And does that mean you actually care about your cousin?” Sam asks, wrapping his arm around Erik’s shoulder to join in on teasing him too.
Of course, it’s a trick question. Both Bucky and Sam already know that Erik cares a lot about his family (except for his uncle) and that includes his so called ‘frigid ass cousin’, despite… current events. Erik is simply not an openly affectionate person and he would never admit that he’s not the ‘cold-hearted ass bitch’ he claims to be. He would rather dump all of his anime-inspired clothing than admit to having any sort of normal human feelings whatsoever.
“Fuck off!” He yells, pushing Sam off him as Sam laughs at his little tantrum, and Erik is suddenly thankful that his brown skin masks the heat rising to his cheeks. “Just – will you do it or not?!”
“Sure,” Bucky smiles. “He’s uh, quiet—”
“Full of himself—” Sam adds.
“Aaaand he’s annoying. Not hard to spot.” Erik scoffs.
Sam laughs and waves him goodbye. “Okay, you should go before you’re late.”
The smaller teen nods and turns around to head to his class, the sound of his boot heels echoing in the empty halls. While they walk towards their art class, Sam wonders what kind of person Erik’s cousin is and if he's as much of a jerk as Erik makes him out to be. Is he just as grumpy as Erik? Just as smart? Does he also say what’s on his mind without a filter? Does he smile? Is he just as direct? Does he care as deeply, but doesn’t show it? Is he just as soft when he wants to be?
… And is he straight?
“Good morning, Sam! Hello, James!” Ms. Minako welcomes them as they enter her room. “You guys are late.” She’s sitting on the same table as the rest of the students there, with a bunch of different colorful objects laid on it.
“Good morning, ma’am.” Sam greets her, Bucky greeting her too with a wave of his own as they make their way to the farthest seats at the other end of the table. Sam sets his backpack to his right with a pleased hum, while his best friend sits to his left and he takes comfort in the fact that nobody will sit by his right side. There’s plenty of other empty seats around so maybe he’ll have some peace of mind this year (last year he had the misfortune of being seated next to Tony fucking Stark). Besides, it’s not like anyone would decide to sit next to Bucky either, because last year the girl that did so ended up being his designated art partner… and let’s just say… not that many people can handle Bucky’s emotional outbursts. So, it’s a win-win that he gets to be with his best friend. Bucky can be a little weird, he won’t lie. But he knows his friend, he knows who he is, he knows his life and he knows what really happened during those years (news media be damned), so he's more than happy to deal with this so called 'trouble kid’ of the school. They don't know him like he does.
Ms. Minako checks them off the attendance list with a smile and counts the class again. It seems there’s students missing, judging from her confused face and her nervous pencil tapping. “Well, I guess most of you are here. Only two students are absent—”
As if on cue there’s a knock on the door, suddenly halting all talk.
“Oh! Must be the new student!” Ms. Minako declares cheerfully. Sam twists anxiously in his seat, leaning over to see who it is. Is it him…? “Open the door for him, please.”
One of the students next to her stands up and opens the door, returning to her seat quietly. From his spot, Sam can see him stride in.
The first thing he notices is his hair, his short fro perfectly shaped and adorning his face like a crown. His clothes look like they are from a quality brand -- elegant, but simple. Sam’s eyes go back up to his face and he finds warm brown eyes staring right back at him. He jumps slightly in his seat and feels his face warm up at getting caught staring, but Erik’s cousin doesn’t seem to mind because he smiles instead, winking at Sam with a tilt of his head.
Sam swiftly turns his eyes to his lap, repeating in his mind ‘STARE AT THE TABLE STARE AT THE TABLE STARE AT THE TABLE’ as he fidgets with a strand of his shirt. This definitely wasn’t on his to-do list either.
He winked at me?!
“Yo,” Bucky whispers to him. “Was it just me or did he wink at me?”
Sam blinks. “I thought he winked at me,” he whispers back.
“... Maybe at both of us? Probably you, though. I’m a mess.” He sighs, laying his head down on the table.
Sam snickers, playfully dragging Bucky’s long wavy hair to cover his face. “You wouldn’t look a mess if you used a damn brush, you lightskin 2-b Rapunzel.”
Bucky flips him off.
From across their seats he hears a couple of girls commenting on the new student’s appearance, one in particular making colorful comments in Spanish to her twin. Sam can recognize her voice without looking. Her name’s Chal, and her sister’s name is Ime. They all hang out together occasionally since their mom is good friends with his mom. They usually play video games when good ones come out and sometimes decide to have some impromptu language classes – the twins teach him Spanish, and Sam tries to teach them Patois, and they more or less manage to learn a couple of words since they use most of their learning time laughing hysterically at each other’s accents instead.
“El diablo,” Chal whispers to Ime. “Papasito… que guapo, no?”
Handsome. Sam hates that he understood that. Seems like those Spanish classes they gave him paid off.
Ime laughs and nods, saying something else to her sister’s ear. Chal giggles in response, patting Ime’s puffy hair bun until her sister pushes her hands away with a smile. Suddenly, Sam wishes he had a close relationship like that with his own sister, but he shakes the thought off as soon as the teacher speaks. Let’s not start the day with a gloomy thought.
“Hi!” Ms. Minako says. “You’re T.… challa... Uda… koh…?”
“T’Challa Udaku.” T'Challa smiles. “It’s okay.  Just T’Challa is fine.”
“T’Challa?” Ms. Minako tries again, with a concentrated face.
T'Challa smiles again, and nods. “That’s right.”
Chal elbows her sister, whispering loud enough for Sam to hear. “Suena Africano, no? O quizás del caribe?”
“Africano, me parece.” Ime whispers back.
“Nah, es caribeño.” Chal shakes her head.
“Africano.”
“Caribeño, coño.”
“You have a slight accent.” Ms. Minako asks T'Challa, interested. “Where are you from?”
“I am from Wakanda.” He answers.
A tiny ‘fuck!’ is heard from Chal, but only Ime and Sam seem to notice. He tries not to laugh as Ime elbows her sister in the stomach. These girls.
“New to the country or the town?”
“Both.” T'Challa laughs. “It’s a lovely town.”
If only you knew, Sam thinks, you wouldn’t be saying that. But he shakes the thought off, again, trying not to be negative… again. It’s hard to not to be a pessimist. But enough is enough. He wants to be a therapist when he grows up, goddamn it, so he needs to get it together.
“Well, T'Challa, welcome to the country! Come on, choose a seat. Let’s start the class!” Ms. Minako gestures towards all the empty seats as she checks him off the attendance sheet. T'Challa turns over where a group of loud white boys are seated together, but his eyes pass right over them. He looks at the seat next to Ime and Chal (the latter batting her eyelashes dramatically, making T'Challa smile) and considers it, until he looks over at the end of the table where Sam is.
There’s one empty seat right next to his.
He looks decided then, walking past everyone and stopping right next to Sam with a click of his heels. Not quite believing what’s happening, Sam can only stare at his own hands and ask to whichever god is listening to make T'Challa sit somewhere else. Next to Bucky, even. He’ll do anything. Hell, he’ll stop eating his gran’s mac and cheese! But please, god, don’t let him sit next to him. T'Challa’s too… too…
“Is this seat taken?” T'Challa’s soft voice comes from his right, and Sam makes the mistake of turning his head towards him.
… Too pretty.
T'Challa’s eyes shine like the sun, his hand resting on the table. Sam’s breath hitches as dark brown eyes lock on his. His face is a little too close for his comfort, so Sam scoots back. T’Challa tilts his head to one side in confusion, waiting for him to answer but Sam can only focus on those lovely brown eyes of his, not even caring that the silence is getting a little bit too awkward, but he just doesn’t know what to say because T'Challa’s way too close and—
Bucky elbows him in the ribs, bringing him back to earth.
“Are you feeling alright?” T'Challa’s face turns to one of worry, somehow inching even closer to Sam. “You look—”
“I’m okay!” He blurts out, laughing nervously. He looks at Bucky from the corner of his eye and sees the bastard stifling a smile. Fucker.
T'Challa’s eyes widen in surprise, waiting for him to continue. “I’m—um, the seat isn’t taken, so…” Sam's eyes slide down to the empty chair while fake coughing and pressing his lips into a thin line, trying to play it cool. Oh my god this is too embarrassing why am I acting like this.
“Alright, thank you.” T'Challa’s face lights up and Sam can’t help but smile as well, despite how nervous he feels. T'Challa drops his bag to his side and sits down gracefully on the chair with a smile. “Nice to meet you,” he says with a radiant smile, while offering his hand to him like a proper gentleman.
Sam’s brain has the decency to remember to dry his anxiously-damp hand on his jeans before he shakes T’Challa’s with an equally anxious smile. It’s kind of odd, it almost feels like they’re finishing a business meeting. Why yes, sir, I’m glad we’ve come to the mutual agreement that I’m awkward as hell, let’s shake on it. But it could be a Wakandan thing, who knows. T'Challa has a strong grip on his hand as soon as they touch, and he shakes Sam’s hand with confidence, taking Sam by surprise as the strong shake dips him forward. He has no time to be embarrassed because T'Challa smiles at him and the guy giggles as though stumbling into someone else’s personal space is charming. He lets go of Sam and instead rests his face on his hand, two fingers up to support the crown of his head.  
“What’s your name?” T'Challa asks, eyes filled with curiosity.
And it’s at this moment when there’s another knock on the door, catching everyone’s attention.
“Oh!” The teacher exclaims. “Must be the other missing student.” This time it’s her who stands up to open the door, blocking the view of Sam’s eyes to see who it is.
“You’re a bit late, mister.” She reprimands the student. “But it’s the first day, so I’ll let it slide this time, alright?”
“I appreciate it.” Says a deep, and… quite attractive masculine voice.
Ms. Minako stands to the side and shows him the way. “Come on in!”
As soon as the student enters the room he can see exactly who it is. M’Baku walks into the classroom with that confidence Sam is so jealous of, looking as handsome as ever. His dark brown skin glows despite the unflattering light of the classroom, as though M’Baku is the exception to little things like physics. His clothes, of course, always carry a Wakandan theme, showing off the beautiful African patterns and combination of colors.
Sam looks over to the twins and finds Chal fanning herself while looking at M’Baku, who suddenly has a distasteful look on his face when his eyes fall on the only acceptable empty seats in the room. The one next to Bucky, and the one next to the twins. His eyes soon fall on T’Challa, and he falters. He recovers quickly though and walks around the table to sit down right across from him – next to Bucky’s seat.
Sam’s eyes go back to T’Challa, who seems to be… frozen in place while looking at M’Baku. He gets it though. One time, he got to seat behind him in math class and every time the teacher called M’Baku’s name to mark him present, he would stand up and give Sam a great first row view of that—
“So, uh,” Bucky’s voice brings him back to earth. He turns his head towards him and sees him talking to M’Baku, who can’t look less interested. “Guess we’re art partners now, huh?”
M’Baku finally looks at him with a neutral look on his face and says, “I am lactose intolerant.”
Bucky freezes.
Sam completely loses it. He can’t help but laugh out loud, making a spectacle even though he tries his damn best to keep it in. Naturally, he attracts some of his classmates’ eyes, but he just can’t stop. He’s trying so hard, but Jesus. The look on Bucky’s face, he keeps remembering it and can’t help but laugh again.
“Mhm, keep on laughing, man. Just let it all out, you dick.” Bucky tell him as he claps Sam on the back, which only makes it worse.
Ms. Minako finally looks over at him, looking confused and quite annoyed at the noise. “Excuse me, Sam? Are you alright?”
“Yeah, Sam, are you alright?” Bucky repeats, faking the worrying tone in his voice as he scoots closer to Sam to look him right in the eye.
“Y-Yes, miss, I’m— I’m fine,” Sam tries to tell her while desperately trying to ignore Bucky’s stupid face. “Thank you. Sorry about—” and he laughs again.
“Do you need to go to the nurse, Sam?” she asks, sounding annoyed.
“Yeah, Sam, do you need to go to the nurse?” Bucky repeats again with that dumb look on his face and it makes it harder for Sam to stop laughing.
“No! N-No, I’m alright. I’m so sorry, miss, please uh, please carry on.” He coughs and bites his lip, mustering all his energy into having a poker face. It doesn’t work, it just makes him look weird with his bulging eyes, tight lips and puffy cheeks… but the teacher is satisfied enough with it to let it go.
“So, uh,” Sam turns to Bucky, a smile threatening to slip past his lips but still desperately trying to look neutral. “Wanna change seats?”
Bucky licks his lips, also trying not to smile, and nods. “Yeah, that’s— yeah, let’s change seats, man.”
Once they’re at their new seats, Bucky turns to T’Challa. “Soooo, guess we’re—”
“I’m also lactose intolerant.” He tells him with a mastered poker face.
Sam lays his head down and covers his head with his arms to tone down his loud laughter, shaking and softly smacking the table with his first a couple times. Bucky can’t hold it in either, leaning forward on the table and shaking his head as he laughs with Sam. M’Baku joins in with a loud and deep ‘HAH!’ and nothing else. T’Challa smiles ever so slightly, and the sight almost makes Bucky stop, feeling charmed by his smile and the soft crinkles at the corner of his eyes. He couldn’t quite get a look at him at first, but now he understands why Sam froze when T’Challa talked to him.
Sam coughs, and looks towards T’Challa, trying to frown in order to cancel out the dumb smile on his face. “Hey man, um, do you— uh, do you… wanna change seats?” He fake coughs into his fist, and Bucky feel his lips twitch. “Or, uh, or something?” Sam bites his lip again, praying to any god that is listening to make him stop laughing.
“I don’t see why not.” T’Challa calmly answers, picking up his stuff and changing his seat with Sam.
Once they’re finally seated, Sam speaks. “Don’t worry, Buck, I got you man. I, uh, you know, I take them lactaid tablets—”
Bucky whizzes out a small laugh, and nods. “Oh yeah?”
“Yes, sir,” Sam nods as well, patting him on the back. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. So, you ain’t gotta worry about that.”
“Thanks, Sam,” Bucky says, smiling at him. “I know I can always count on you.”
“Nuh-uh, uh!” Sam shakes his finger on his face. “Only as long as I got my lactaid tablets,” he adds, and after a second of dead silence they both laugh loud and hard, Sam leaning on Bucky and Bucky flinching for half a second but relaxing quickly enough against Sam’s warmth.
Sam looks up at him from his shoulder. “Stop making me laugh, man, fuck. My face hurts.”
Bucky shrugs, Sam’s head moving with it. “That’s karma, asshole.”
Sam shakes his head, and closes his eyes, smiling softly. “I hate you.”
Bucky snorts. “And I hate you too, sweetheart.” Sam smacks him for that, whispering ‘gross!’ to which Bucky replies ‘but you like it!’ to which the teacher replies ‘both of you boys better shut up unless you want to be sent to the principal’s office’.
Half way through the class, their phones both vibrate at the same time, and they instantly look at each other. After making sure the teacher isn’t looking at them, they look down to check who texted them from under the table.
 Steve♢ is online
Erik ( ಠ ಠ ) is online
Bucky ( ˘-___-) is online
Sammy is online
 Steve ♢: hey hey hey
Steve ♢: Erik told me about his cousin!
Steve ♢: is he cool?
Sammy: …….maybe
Steve ♢: ヽ( ・∀・)ノ i’ll get his number then!
Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): steve
Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): steve im begging you here
Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): please dont fuck my cousin
Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): p l e a s e
Steve ♢: you know, i wasn’t thinking about that
Steve ♢: but now that you mention it…
Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): steve
Sammy: oh btw Erik your middle school crush is in our class
Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): my middle school what now
Bucky ( ˘-___-): M’Baku. or did you forget about him already?
Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): fuck off bucks
Steve ♢: wait what
Bucky ( ˘-___-): Erik had like… the biggest crush on him back in middle school
Sammy: it was kinda cute tbh he would like… talk to him about this anime he really liked. which he got m’baku to watch somehow someway
Bucky ( ˘-___-): And there was this couple in the show. Real romantic shit you know? Erik would say how M’Baku is so much like the romantic interest of the hero
Sammy: and also how Erik was so much like the hero himself
Bucky ( ˘-___-): M’Baku never got the hint though. But it was cute to watch. A bit pathetic, sure, but cute!
Sammy: and of course a funny story to tell every person he dates lmao
Steve ♢: aww Erik you sweet thing you!
Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): this
Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): is the worst day of my life
Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): ever
Bucky ( ˘-___-): Hey do you remember that stupid song?
Sammy: which one Sammy: “M’baku and Erik sitting under a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G watching A-N-I-M-E”
Sammy: is it that one
Bucky ( ˘-___-): yeah! cute isn't he?
Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): IM BLOCKING YOU
Steve ♢: lol erik that’s so cute
Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): IM BLOCKING BOTH OF YOU
Steve ♢: cute cute cute
Sammy: cute lol
Erik ( ಠ ಠ ) is offline
Steve ♢: omg
Sammy: HE ACTUALLY LEFT LMFAOOOO
Erik ( ಠ ಠ ) is online
Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): i forgot to say something :)
Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): FUCK YOU ALL
Bucky ( ˘-___-): Damn that’s hot
Steve ♢: i didn't know Erik was this adorable
Sammy: he aight i guess
Erik ( ಠ ಠ ) is offline
 This year is going to be fun.
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cwtchbb · 6 years
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y’oll i haven’t done a post in a while. i’m stressin all over the place, stress-cryin and trying to pack as lightning-fast as i can bcus i’m moving again. i don’t even have a set place yet. i have to deal w messaging places, hoping the beautiful, good ones reply fast as well and that they don’t get scooped up. i’m slightly scared of going places to meet new people, again, it’s not that bad. i’ve done it before, but.. idk something about this move is definitely grander.
i’m moving in w my partner as well, which i guess shouldn’t stress me out bcus it’s almost like a weight off my shoulders but hmm. it’s double the decision-making (not that either of us are at all picky, though - well maybe me sometimes). i have so much shit to organize and i just.. want to find a place in time. i know i have time, my roommates (bless them, they’re okay, but i doubt they’ll find two ppl by July 1st to move in, though if they do that’d be cool for them) so... what i’m saying is that i’d probably still have this place to rely on. but i wanna move out of it hella a lot. getting tired of roommates and i just want my own space. i want to be myself and be closer to work and with my partner and have the potential to adopt a lovely baby cat (or not baby) so that could calm my anxiety. i want to rely on myself, of all people. especially now.
so yeah, stressing a lot. i’m trying to breathe, but it’s been harder lately. i’m adapted and used to this schedule that i have going on atm. but it’s tough. reading is helping a bunch. reading gay books seem to go faster. oh, happy pride month c’’’; 
uhm, that’s about it. i’m trying to organize myself and lots has changed over this whole 9 month-ish period that i’ve been at this house. house-pregnant, basically. odd, but yes, it’s changed in ways that i’m very happy. or, i’ve changed, rather.
i’m excited about buying stuff for moving in, i always like cute decorative stuff. (though don’t go overboard, me). i definitely want to go swimming again soon and want to go on a picnic soon and i just gotta breathe and relax a lot more but it’s hard to do so. it’s just creeping on me so fast, and my body/brain is noticing but i’m not always mentally thinking about it. i’ll be glad once we’re moved in and i can cuddle up safely and sleep nicely. hopefully. i can do this. we can.
in alright news rn, i bought myself a cute mug bcus i was feeling the stress + odd disappointments. it has bees on it. okay, goodnight
i hope you have a less stressful summer than i’m sort of having. love u all c:
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spxderman-s · 7 years
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Apple Fritters {Part 3}
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{part 1} {part 2} 
word count: 2.5k
pairings: peter parker x reader 
warnings: some swearing, some angst, more mentions of apple fritters, some PG sensuality
a/n: oooooohhh boy!! this one is probably my fav one i’ve written so far. THANK YOU SO MUCH EVERYONE! i can’t believe how much love Apple Fritters has gotten–i feel like it’s my child and im watching it grow lmao. you are all the reason i keep doing this, what keeps me writing!! i love each and every one of you guys. xxxxxx
tagging: @tronnoristheotp @nedthegay 
Days flew by as you grew accustomed to your new life. The days turned into weeks, the weeks turned into months. Pretty soon, August and September had bid you farewell, and October fell upon Queens in a blanket of falling leaves, cloudy skies, and crisp autumn air.
You didn’t have any more encounters with Spider-Man after that odd evening, but that didn’t mean you stopped thinking about him–or how he knew where you lived. You felt oddly drawn to the masked stranger, you longed to know the truth about his identity and his story. Did he know where everyone lived, in a protective vigilante way? Or was he just another creep, who happened to beat up bad guys on the side? But the one question that constantly burned the brightest in the back of your mind–who was he? You had kept the encounter to yourself, not confiding in your new friends just yet. You didn’t want to sound insane.
You were acing all of your classes, staying on top of your work as usual. You were the perfect student. Impressive test scores every single time, and your teachers were beginning to notice. Soon, most of your superiors had joined the growing list of people who encouraged you to join the Academic Decathlon team.
“I get stage fright easily!” you protested to Peter and Ned one day in the quad during lunch. The three of you sat in a circle on the grass, enjoying the chilly weather.
“You can’t even see the audience with all the lights that shine on you,” Ned urged, flipping through a comic. “Peter–tell her!”
You looked at Peter–who had become somewhat distant since the day he walked you home. He no longer walked you to your apartment, but rather the corner street where you parted ways. He was always in a hurry to be somewhere else. You were still reeling from that tender moment you shared with him, still feeling the fire his fingertips left behind on your skin when he softly grazed your cheek. You couldn’t stop thinking about him either, or the way you suddenly felt very shy around him, or how his beautiful brown eyes looked when the sun caught them.
He looked absolutely worn down today–dark circles under his eyes, falling asleep, and wincing every time he moved, like he worked his muscles too hard the day before. You grew increasingly worried about him. When he didn’t respond to Ned’s right away, you quickly changed the subject.
“Do you guys want to come over to my place after school and study for a little while?” you asked, pulling your sweatshirt tighter around as a crisp breeze blew through the quad, shaking the red and yellow leaves from the trees.
“I’m free,” Ned said excitedly. “I’ve never seen your house.”
You grinned, looking at Peter in question. “What about you, Parker Pete?” Your nickname for him hung in the air.
Peter rubbed his eyes tiredly. “I wish I could, but I’ve got the–my–my internship with Stark Industries.”
You bit your lip and turned your gaze away from him. “Yeah–yeah, it’s totally okay. I understand.” But you look like you seriously need a day off from that.
Before you could say another word, Ned broke the silence. “I could bring over my PS4, and we can play some video games!”
“I asked for you guys to come over to study,” you laughed, playfully pushing him over. “But bring it anyways–just in case.” You stole another glance at Peter, who was staring off into space, not paying any attention at all. The bell rang out across the quad, and he was the first one up and walking briskly back to his class without a hint of a goodbye. You stared after him, an unwelcoming feeling of anger and frustration bubbling in the pit of your stomach.
“What’s his problem?” you grumbled to Ned, standing up and brushing yourself off. “He was fine a few months ago–but now…he’s a totally different person.”
“He really is under a lot of pressure with his internship,” Ned replied. “Don’t take it too personally.”
“I just thought that he…that we…” you trailed off, swallowing the lump in your throat. Why were you crying?
Ned put a reassuring hand on your shoulder as the two of you walked back towards the main building. “Don’t stress about it, [Y/N]. Peter is…complicated. He’ll come around again.”
It was nearly midnight, hours after Ned had left your house after studying for a quick minute, and then spending the rest of the time playing videogames together. You wrapped yourself in a thick blanket, stole out through your window onto the cramped fire escape, and sat in solitude. You had brought your Biology textbook with you, to get some actual studying in, the light from your room filtering out over the pages. But you still couldn’t concentrate.
Your mind was swimming with thoughts of school, how Peter was acting, and trying to figure out Spider-Man’s deal. Your fingers restlessly drummed on the open page to the book, until you let out an exasperated sigh and closed your eyes.
Your phone buzzed in your pocket. Fishing it out, you answered the call with a weak, “Hello?”
“[Y/N]? It’s Peter.” Speak of the devil.
Your eyes immediately opened. “Peter–hey–I….what’s up?” You pinched the bridge of your nose, knowing how ridiculous you sounded.
“I’m sorry to call so late–I didn’t wake you up or anything, did I?” His voice sounded strained.
“No, no, I was still awake,” you replied. “Are you alright?”
There was a moment of silence before he answered. “Uh–not exactly….but I’m fine! I’m fine. I’m actually in your neighborhood–could I stop by for a second? Just–just to say hi.”
This was very strange. But he sounded like he needed help with something. “Of course, I’ll wait downstairs for you.”
You let him in when he arrived, noticing a very slight limp in his step. Putting a finger to your lips, he nodded and you bother entered your apartment, sneaking very quietly back into your room. He collapsed at your desk, sighing in relief.
“Peter,” you started, sitting on your bed across from him. Before you could finish what you were about to say, you noticed the purple, mottled bruises across his cheekbone. A few more peeked out from underneath his grey sweatshirt along his neck. “Peter, what the hell happened to you?”
He gave a weak smile. “Sorry–a guy got tough at the ATM this afternoon. I just got in his way.”
“I thought you were at your internship this afternoon?”
“I…I was,” he stammered. You knew he was lying through his teeth.
“You need to tell me what exactly is going on with you,” you demanded, crossing your arms. You could feel the hot tears welling up in your eyes. “You don’t look like one guy beat you up, you’re tired and slow every day now, you’re falling behind in your classes….” You bit your lip and looked away, silently cursing your emotions as the tears spilled over your cheeks. “I thought….I thought we had something, but–but everything you’re doing is telling me otherwise.”
Taking a shaky breath, you furiously wiped away your sorrow. Looking up at him, he was staring at you with those eyes….those damn, beautiful brown eyes–with a crushed, pained look on his face. His mouth was opened slightly, frozen, not knowing what to say.
“Please say something,” you whispered. When he didn’t–he just kept looking at you with that scared, horrified expression–you stood up angrily with your hands balled in fists.
He looked up at you, defeated. “[Y/N]….I can’t tell you. Just please–please trust me when I tell you that I’m okay, I’m just a little tired.” Peter closed his eyes and lowered his head, as if in prayer. “In the few months that we’ve known each other, I feel like I can….I can be myself around you. I don’t have to put on a mask or pretend to be someone I’m not. I feel–I feel safe when I’m near you….you have this aura, this presence–something about you that I’m just drawn to.”
You stared at him, feeling your cheeks beginning to heat up. Was he…confessing his feelings for you? You were speechless for a moment, until the anger and frustration sank back into your chest. “After all this time, all these days and weeks and months of wondering what you could possibly be going through, this is all you have to say? After putting not only me–but also Ned–through this unnecessary bullshit? We’re both worried sick about you, Peter. You can’t just change the subject and–and–”
He lurched forward out of your desk chair, his hands gently but firmly grabbing your cheeks. Before you could register what the hell he was doing–his lips were softly kissing yours. Completely and utterly taken aback, your hands fell to your sides. Your eyes closed, your heart was racing, and you gave in to the kiss–your hands sliding up and wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer to you and deepening the kiss. You were enveloped in him, his scent smelling of musk with a hint of cocoa, feeling the heat radiating off of him.
You could tell he was trying to figure out how to kiss you as he went, his hands gripping your waist at first, but moving to the small of your back a few moments later.
He pulled back, all too soon. Your eyes opened slowly, to see him looking at you with a stunned expression on his face, his soft lips swollen from the kiss.
Peter took a step back, beginning to panic. “I am so sorry–I didn’t mean to–that was….that was crossing a line–”
“Peter….Peter, stop!” You reached out, your fingers gently tracing the bruise on his cheekbone, silently wishing you could take all of his pain away in one second. He froze, leaning into your touch with a relieved sigh. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”
“I’ve wanted to do that since I saw you that day on the subway,” he murmured, sending shocks of electricity to your very core.
“Me too,” you admitted with a laugh.
Peter leaned in towards you again, brushing your lips very softly. “I gotta go–although I really don’t want to….I’ll see you again soon.”
“Two apple fritters, please,” Peter politely asked the man working the bakery stand. After paying him and receiving the pastries, he handed one to you with a smile. “Now my debt is paid.”
You let out a laugh. “I guess now we’re even, Parker Pete.”
The two of you began to strolling along together, hand-in-hand, enjoying the brisk October weekend. It was nearly dusk, the lights of Queens beginning to twinkle in the dimming night sky. The two of you had a long talk about what happens next the night Peter had kissed you, about prioritizing everything correctly. You both agreed to keep your newfound relationship on the low, spending time together on the weekends–Peter had his internship during the week still, and you began to understand the importance and secrecy of it.
You enjoyed every minute you spent with Peter, your life finally feeling like it was back on track again. But you were dying to know all about his internship–you learned that Tony Stark was a genius, a billionaire, and philanthropist who doubled as the superhero known as ‘Iron Man’, a secret he came out to the press about. Peter gushed all the time about working under Mr. Stark, but he always kept it strictly confidential–and you were starting to get curiouser and curiouser.
“So,” you asked as you both walked together, giving his hand a playful squeeze. “Are you absolutely sure you can’t tell me anything about your internship? Like, not even a tiny little detail?”
Peter chuckled, rubbing the back of his head anxiously. “I’m sorry, [Y/N], you know how the rules are. I wish I could tell you, though.”
You knew not to push, but you couldn’t help it. “Do you work with that high-tech alien junk I saw in the news?”
His smile slowly disappeared. “You know I’m not allowed to say.”
“I know, I know,” you whined, giving up. “Top secret stuff.” 
A crash and a shout sounded suddenly, breaking the silence. Looking up, you both saw three men clad in all black, complete with black ski masks, holding a poor shop owner hostage in his floral store a few blocks down.
“Holy shit,” you breathed, pulling out your phone. “I’m calling the police.”
Peter let go of your hand, taking off in a sprint towards an alley. “Call them! I’ll be right back!” he shouted over his shoulder.
“Peter, stop!” you cried out, taking a step forward. “Where are you going?! Peter!”
He disappeared around the corner, shouting again, “I’ll be right back!”, leaving you standing there, utterly stunned and speechless that he would just leave you there, stuttering out a few words to the 911 operator on your phone. His words echoed in your mind. 
A group of people began to crowd across the street, watching the three robbers. You pushed past them, hearing the sirens in the distance–but you knew the robbers were going to get away before they arrived. Looking around, you had to do something.
“Hey!” you shouted, running full speed towards the three robbers. You had some pepper spray in your purse, and you quickly pulled it out, spraying the man closest to you right in the eyes. He screamed in agony, falling to his knees, clutching his burning eyes. The second man was stuffing cash from the register into a bag, and the third was holding the shop owner by the collar.
“Well, well, well,” the second man said, his voice sending chills down your spine. “Looks like we got a little hero.” He tossed the bag of cash to his partner, and moved quickly towards you.
Before he could take a step further, before you could blast him with the pepper spray, a flash of red and blue appeared and knocked him out with a swift kick to the face. The last man holding the shop owner dropped the bag of cash and tried to run, only to be stopped with one of Spider-Man’s web shooters.
Once the shop robbers were incapacitated, Spider-Man turned to you almost angrily.
“What were you thinking?” he bellowed, stabbing a finger at you. “You could’ve gotten yourself killed!”
Your mouth opened in a shocked O, hot tears spilling over your cheeks. “I–I was only trying to help, the police were never going to make it in time–”
The masked hero shook his head. “[Y/N]–don’t do that again.”
“How do you know….” Before you could finish your question, Spider-Man ran out of the shop, and disappeared into the city with a few swings from his web shooters. You were completely shocked, and right back where you once were–who was Spider-Man?
The police asked some questions, took some notes, and turned you loose. Breathing heavily, you exited the growing crowd and immediately pulled out your phone, dialing Peter. He didn’t answer, so you left a very quick and angry voicemail.
“Peter Parker,” you growled into the phone. “You have a lot of explaining to do.”
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mirkwoodshewolf · 6 years
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Chapter 1; Lagos
Alrighty guys and here is where we begin the plotline for Captain America: Civil War. Hope you guys enjoy it now in light of all that’s happened here in America I would like to take this time to warn my fellow America readers of Crossbone’s suicide part towards the end of the story (if you guys have seen the movie you’ll know what I mean) so warning of violence, Sam’s sassy back-talk and swearing mainly with the B word. Other than that no other warnings, enjoy my lovelies :)
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For the past 6 months Steve, Sam, Nat, Wanda and I have been on the trail for one of the deadliest terrorists and former STRIKE commander for HYDRA Brock Rumlow who now calls himself Crossbones.  
Recently we have traced his foul scent to Lagos, Nigeria so our plan had to be as low-key as possible and try to minimize civilian casualties. 
Currently Wanda and Nat were undercover in a small café sitting just a table apart from each other.  As Wanda stirred her sugar into her coffee she heard in her earpiece Steve’s voice.
‘Alright, what do you see?’
“Standard beat cops, small station, Quiet Street. It’s a good target”.  Just across the café stood the police station with a few cop cars parked in front of it. Up in the hotel room, Steve Rogers peeked out from behind the curtain in his Captain America uniform with his shield attached to his back as he said.
“There’s an ATM on the south corner which means,”
“Cameras” I finished for him.  I was up on the rooftop with Sam scouting out the area alongside him.
“Both cross streets are one-way”.
“So compromised escape routes” stated Wanda.
“Which means our guy doesn’t care about being seen, he isn’t afraid to make a mess on the way out. You see that Range Rover over halfway up the block?”
“You mean the red one? It’s cute” stated Wanda.
“It’s also bulletproof, which means private security, which means more guns, which means more headaches for somebody probably us”. Stated Natasha as she picked up her coffee and took a sip of it.
“You guys know I can move things with my mind right?” stated Wanda.
“And my howls can easily stop anything from coming right at us” I mocked in the same tone Wanda used.
“Looking over your shoulder needs to become second nature” said Natasha as both she and Wanda glanced at each other. 
Sam walked towards me up on the ledge of the roof and said to Natasha through his earpiece.
“Anybody ever tell you you’re a little paranoid?”
‘Not to my face. Why? You hear something?’
‘Eyes on target folks. This is the best lead we’ve had on Rumlow in six months I don’t wanna lose him’.  Sam scoffed and said.
“If he sees us coming, that won’t be a problem, he kinda hates us”. Hanging out with both Steve and Sam on our early morning runs, they’ve told me the story of what happened in DC and how they literally dropped a building right on Rumlow, unfortunately he survived and was fixed up by medics and ever since his release, he’s been doing rouge terrorists deals.
Suddenly my ears caught the sound of honking and people shouting out rude comments.  I turned and saw a large garbage truck starting to go through a tight road filled with cars and people.
‘Sam, (y/n) you both see that garbage truck? Tag it’. Steve said to us.
“You sure you don’t wanna sit this one out She-wolf?” Sam said to me as he held his arm out and pressed some buttons ready to activate his little buddy Redwing.
“Please. I’ll tag it before your little pigeon gets there” I scoffed out. Then at the same time as Redwing flew in the air, I leaped off the building towards another rooftop. 
Thanks to my wolf enhanced agility, now in my human form I can easily leap over from one building to the next, scale up a building by leaping from wall to wall, and run about as fast as I can run as a wolf. 
I kept my eyes on Redwing hoping that this time I can finally rub it in Sam’s face that a wolf can beat a bird.
As we both got closer, I leaped down from the rooftop into an abandoned street alleyway and ran up towards the corner of the building and sniffed the air.
“Ugh! Well besides whatever else stinks up the air, plus the trash—I smell—powder-burns, the driver or someone in there has a gun”.
‘She’s right. Plus that truck’s loaded for max weight. And the driver’s armed just like She-wolf said’. Sam’s voice said in my ear. 
“It’s a battering ram” Natasha and I muttered together.
‘Go now!’ Steve’s voice rang out.
‘Why?’ asked Wanda.
‘He’s not hitting the police’. Said Steve.  We then all moved from our cover position knowing that now we’d have to improvise on the fly since our prediction of them hitting the police station was a misfire. 
The truck soon plowed itself through the secured gates of the Institute for Infectious Diseases.  Soon more trucks came up and mercs in full combat gear came out from the back and started open firing at anyone in sight.  Two guys then shot from their guns gas cans which spread green gas from inside the building causing everyone to pass out.
That’s where I came in, I leaped from the rooftop and my claws extended outward and I sliced one of the shooters down.  Another one started firing at me but I leaped up and as soon as I landed next to him he went down like a house of cards.
“(Y/n)!” I heard Wanda call out to me.  Using her improved telekinesis, she managed to immobile the merc and she tossed him to me. I leaped up and spinned roundhouse kicked him and landed skillfully on my feet.
“Four. Nice job She-wolf” Sam stated as he landed beside me. I smirked at him then using his pet Redwing he scanned the building and stated. “Rumlow’s on the third floor”
“Wanda, just like we practiced” said Steve as he came up to us.
“What about the gas?”
“You and (y/n) get is out”. She then used her powers to lift Steve up gracefully into the institute.  Wanda then turned to me and she said.
“You ready Wolfie?”
“Let’s do it Mama Bear, Sam mind giving us some cover?”
“On it!” Sam stood in front of us and his carbon-fibered wings created a shield for Wanda and me.  Using her powers to first draw out the smoke, then once I had the all clear, I used my resonance howl to send the smoke into the air.  
During Ultron, I didn’t know that I could do my resonance howl while in human form, but while training with the Avengers I was able to do it without causing so much destruction.
‘Rumlow has a biological weapon’ Steve’s voice said through our comms.
‘I’m on it!’ Natasha said.  Suddenly I heard tires screeching and an engine rev. ‘Sam. (Y/n), he’s in an AFV heading north’ Steve’s voice groaned.
“We’re up She-wolf, you wanna lift?” asked Sam.
“No thanks Sam, I’m capable of catching up to them, I once stopped an AFV when I was just 11 years old”.  Sam then took off flying and I phased into my wolf form but first looked to Wanda and she stared deeply into my golden wolf eyes and she said.
“I’ll meet you there with Natasha, go track them down Wolfie” I then let out a proud snarl then charged down the street and soon caught up with the AFV just to see it plowing through a small market area.
The men inside soon got out and split up and it was at that moment I saw Sam landing on top of a makeshift rooftop of one of the marketers. 
“I’ve got four, they’re splitting up”. I ran through the market then quickly changed back into my human form when I knew I could no longer fit through the crowd as a wolf and snarled as my eyes began to change back.
“I’ve got the two on the left!”  I ran as fast as I could through the crowd, my eyes locked dead on the two men just ahead of me.
‘He doesn’t have it. I’m empty!’ Sam stated through the comms. It was then I knew I had to stop these guys, one of them had it and if he were to let it lose, a whole bunch of people are going to die.
“Get out of the way! Move! Move! Move!” I barked at the people as I jumped over bikes, stacks of merchandise, benches and even people until finally I took a leap over a cart and tackled the big guy down to the ground.  Thanks to Natasha and some of the other female agents, I was able to fight almost as good if not slightly better than them.
The big guy tried to fire his gun but I pushed his hand aside and disarmed him and swung my fist across his jaw.  I then punched him in the chest over 7 times before kneeing him hard in the ribs and flipping him over.
My ears then picked up the sound of his buddy behind me cocking his gun, he fire but I leaped into the air in a backflip before landing on top of his shoulders.  I used my legs to squeeze his neck and I slammed my fists down on his head before using my weight to flip him and tossed him to the ground. Then using his arm like a beam, I flipped and kicked the big guy in the chest before bringing the smaller guy up.
I then punched him right in the nose twice before going under his leg and bringing it out from underneath him. Before he could even get up I punched him yet again and then finally reached for a gun next to us but as I aimed it at him, he had a gun pointed at me.  The two of us having a stare down
.“Drop it. Or I drop this” said the big guy.  I turned my eyes towards him briefly to see he had the biological weapon in his hand.  I growled softly before he cried out again. “Drop it!”
“He’ll do it!” His buddy screamed out.  Just before I could even make a decision, the big guy soon came down as something had shot him.   
I then made my move as my fangs came out and I killed the smaller guy then reached out with my hand and grabbed the tube just barely before it touched the ground.
I stood up to see Redwing levitating right next to me, I moved my hair out of my eyes and said.
“Payload secure. Thanks Sam”.
‘Don’t thank me’ he mocked.  I rolled my eyes and said.
“I’m not thanking your pigeon”.
‘Aww come on She-wolf you wound me’.
“I’m gonna take my pride and still not thank him”.
‘Okay then no treats for you for a week’. I rolled my eyes but then my ears soon heard the sound of screaming and I smelled the air. Oh god—I held out the tube for Redwing which he opened up a compartment for me to put it safely in and I took off running.  I just hope I’m not too late. 
When I reached the open area of the market, I saw Steve fighting with Rumlow, I smelled the scent again and it was stronger than before.  I growled then just before Rumlow could land another punch to him, I tackled him in my wolf form and used my fangs to crush and disarm his land weaponry arm before pining him down by the head with my huge paw, snarling in his face. 
“So, I’m gonna assume you’re the She-bitch everyone’s been talking about back home”. At that insult I snarled louder and angrier.
“(Y/n) down!” Steve said in a commanding voice. I turned to him glaring at him but knowing that he was the Alpha I couldn’t go against his word.  I released Rumlow and phased back into my human form as Rumlow stood up on his knees and took off his helmet revealing his deformed face.  Steve walked up to him and gripped him by the vest jostling him making him exclaim for a brief second before saying.
“I think I look pretty good, all things considered. And I see you managed to teach the stubborn bitch how to sit” Oh I swear if he calls me bitch one more time I’ll do more to him than that building did, and no amount of doctors will be able to repair his smug face.
“Who’s your buyer?” demanded Steve.
“You know he knew you. Your pal, your buddy, your Bucky”. Rumlow sneered.  Steve’s aura went from demanding to shock like a snap. 
“What did you say?”
“He remembered you. I was there, he got all weepy about it. Till they put his brain back in a blender. He wanted you to know something. He said to me…‘please tell Rogers. When you gotta go, you gotta go’ and you’re coming with me”. Distracted by Steve’s pain I forgot to mention what it was that I had smelled earlier.
“Steve HE’S GOTTA BOMB!!” I tackled Steve out of the way and in the midst of blowing himself up, we saw red mystic force holding it back, Steve and I both turned to see Wanda struggling to hold it.  She then let out a yell as Rumlow soon went flying up but it wasn’t enough. 
The building right next to us soon blew up. 
People ran screaming in fear, the smell of death filled the air at least for me and Steve, Wanda and I just stood there in absolute shock.
“Oh my—Sam…we need—fire and rescue, on the Southside of the building. Come on (y/n) we gotta get up there”. As Steve took off I turned to Mama Bear who only looked at what she had just done in absolute horror, shock and most of all regret.
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clanwarrior-tumbly · 7 years
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Warmth|Robbie the Zombie x Reader
Hello again~ I’m absolutely in love with Robbie atm xD So I decided to make a little fic for him, too ^^ On a side note, I appreciate the feedback I got on my Halloween/Chase Brody story, so I’m a lil more confident in posting my stories here ^^ Welp, hope you all like this one~ * Casually tags @narutofoxlover @robthezombie-support-squad and @ego-protection-squad :3 *
"That idiot's been outside for at least half an hour," Anti grumbled, a frown appearing on his face as he looked out the window only to see the zombie sitting down right in the snow. "Is he gonna come in or what?" Henrik got up from his spot on the sofa and walked over to where the demon stood, peering out the window himself. He blinked with surprise. "Rob's still out zere? Vell...at zis rate he'll turn into a Popsicle for sure." Anti shot a look at the doctor, but before he could make a snarky, sarcastic remark, you spoke up. "I'll go get him." Henrik and Anti did a double-take, as did the other egos, when they saw you putting on your boots. "Vhat? But..you'll catch a-" "The snow's only falling very lightly," you pointed out, standing up, "so I know I'm not gonna catch anything. Plus..Robbie usually listens to me more than any of you." Henrik opened his mouth to protest, but....he realized that you made several valid points. It's only been a week or so since Robert, a zombie that was "accidentally" revived by Marvin, became the newest addition to Jack's egos. And even now, he was still trying to adjust to living with them. After the fear of being eaten no longer became something for either of you to worry about, you hung out with Rob a lot, sometimes helping him with his slow and limited vocabulary. Obviously the other egos helped out, too, though the zombie seemed most comfortable whenever you were present. "Vell....alright..." Henrik sighed in defeat. "But I mean..vhy can't Anti just glitch out zere and-?" "Because last time I did something like that Rob nearly tore my fuckin' arm off," Anti reminded him. "I'd rather not have that happen again, thank you very much." The doctor scowled at the demon, but didn't say a word as he saw you grab an extra scarf and head towards the front door. "Vait..[y/n].." You glanced back at Henrik, tilting your head. "Yes?" "Just...be careful, alright?" "Okaaaay mom." Rolling your eyes, you put your hood up and stepped outside, before shutting the door behind you. "Hehehe...hey "mom"~-" "Anti I vill not hesitate to stitch zat annoying mouth of yours shut, too!!" ...... As you shuffled through the snow, you looked up...only to find that Rob had vanished. 'Oh shit...' The color on your face drained as you quickened your pace, praying that he didn't go too far. Then again, though, he is a zombie, and they move incredibly slow so it shouldn't be too long before you found him. When you came to the forest's edge, you could see him sitting on a tree log, gazing up at the clouded sky. And he seemed to be...smiling? It was then you recalled him saying how he was trapped in prison for many years in his past life, and thus had forgotten what the outside world was like. That might explain why he didn't come inside yet--because he was so fascinated by something as simple as snowfall. Before long, Rob noticed you, flinching, at first, at the sight of a human, but then he calmed down before his instincts got the best of him. "[Y/n]...?" "Yep, it's me, Robbie," you told him, a smile on your face as you approached him. Then you sat down next to him, sighing. "I..I was worried that you ran off or something." "No..." The zombie shook his head. "...ground...too....cold." "Ohh..well good thinking. Here.." You showed him the extra scarf you brought along. "...I know you probably don't even need it...but..." "Th...thanks.." Robert took the garment from your hands, though instead of putting it on, he just stared down at it for a few seconds. "Umm.." He glanced up at you, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion. "...Robbie...doesn't...know how..-" "Ah, lemme help you with that." Giggling a bit, you took the scarf back and turned to him, placing it behind his neck and carefully wrapping it around him. "There ya go~" You smiled after ensuring that it was snug and not too tight. "Th...thank you.." The zombie's smile returned, before his gaze returned to the sky. "...the... snow is...pretty..." He reached his hand up, allowing several snowflakes to fall into his palm. You nodded in agreement as you also looked up and rubbed your gloved hands together. "Yes. Yes it is, Robbie." "Robbie...almost...forgot what the...outside is..like..." Looking back at him, you saw him staring at you. There was a frown on his face, although what was more concerning was that his white eyes seemed to be glossy and red around the rims of them. "..R-Robbie wants to thank you...and...Jack....an' the others...for helping Robbie....remember......" You blinked several times, surprised, before smiling and putting a hand on his shoulder. "Not a problem, buddy. We're always gonna be here for you, helping you regain your humanity...one day at a time. Don't let that mushy brain of yours forget that, okay?" For a few moments, Rob was silent, before his smile once again. "Robbie... won't forget. But..um..." He paused, biting down on his lower lip gently. "Hmmm? What's up?" "C-Can Robbie have..a hug?" The zombie muttered shyly, opening his arms up to you. Raising an eyebrow, you giggled at his request. "Sure thing." You scooted closer and wrapped your arms around him carefully. "How's that?" "Feels good.." Rob nodded, burying his face into your neck. "You're so...warm..." He mumbled into the fabric of your hoodie as he hugged you tightly, pulling you closer to him. A small blush appeared on your cheeks, but you sighed and rested your chin on his shoulder. "I'll take that as a compliment." For a solid minute or so, you both stayed that way, until you heard distant yelling from the house. 'That's probably Chase doing some dumb trickshots again......' "Alright, Robbie...we should head back before the others start thinking we got lost." You tried to pull out of the hug, but the zombie clung to you, nuzzling your neck. "Nooooo....staaaaay...warmth......" With another sigh, you wondered what you should do now...and then an idea popped up in your mind. "Then...how 'bout I carry you back?" Rob pulled away to look at you and nod. "That's fine...can't feel my...damn legs.." He muttered, glancing down at his black jeans. "That's what you get for sitting in the snow for too long, silly~" You snickered, seeing him pout a bit. Who knew a flesh-eating zombie could be so adorable? "I'm only teasing ya, Rob...alright let go of me for a second so I can carry you." Reluctantly, he complied, although he let out a small noise of surprise when you picked him up bridal-style. To your surprise, he felt rather...light. But that was probably due to the fact that he hardly ever ate anything besides human or animal flesh. "Hang on now." Nodding once more, Rob wrapped his arms around your neck, cuddling closer to you as you began the trek back to the house. Now it was his turn to blush as you entered and saw the egos staring at both of you in silence. But eventually smiles became present on all of their faces, including Jack's.
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svubloods · 7 years
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Imagine your siblings, Danny, Erin, and Jamie, embarrassing you in front your boyfriend Sonny
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(A/N: Hope you enjoy this. I salvaged around half of this but I don’t think I can do anymore salvaging of the lost imagines. So I think I’ll just do some of the requests I’ve got. Which have been really great because they give me tons of creative freedom! Loads of Nick in particular actually. As well as rewriting some of the lost ones because I really liked those ideas. So I’ll try and post on Wednesdays and Sundays but I'm so busy ATM that I don’t know if that will be accurate. Just wait till my exams are over and things will be much more frequent. But I hope you enjoy this. I repurposed an old argument from another imagine and put it in this, though I added and changed parts, it was just perfect for this story and I love it. Hope you don’t mind! A Rafael one is up next, just so you know!) 
Imagine your siblings, Danny, Erin, and Jamie, embarrassing you in front your boyfriend Sonny
“Y/N!” Your Grandfather called from the landing below.
“Yep?” You replied, hanging down from an adjacent bar above the attic hatch so your head popped out upside down.
“Can you be careful, please?” He said shooting you a disappointing look while shaking his head but you knew that he found it funny.
“Got it Pop,” You grinned pulling yourself up again using your legs, pulling yourself back in the attic.
“I’m being serious, Y/N. Your Dad will never forgive himself or me if you get hurt while he is punishing you,” He warned.
“Maybe, that’s my plan,” You chuckled as you stood back up again and started grabbing boxes again.
“I wouldn’t put it past you,” He sighed, “Hurry up and pass me a box,”
“With your back?” You said out of earshot before swinging down again and hanging upside down to look at him, “Dad will never forgive me if you hurt while I’m being punished.”
“Will you!” He warned playfully with a dramatic hand gesture.
“I’ll hand Sonny the box when he gets back,” You informed.
“I can’t believe he skipped out on going to the best Carnival of the year to hang around here with us while you’re being punished,” He commented.
“What can I say?” You called down to him, “He loves me,”
“Or he’s afraid of you,” You heard Danny quip from below.
“Or she's threatening him?” Erin added, apparently coming back too.
“Or maybe I really am in love with her,” You finally heard Sonny’s voice say.
“You see,” You smirked, at Erin and Danny, swinging down again.
“Sonny! Blink twice if you need help,” Danny whispered loudly to him.
“Shut up Danny!” You warned, taking an upside down swing at him.
“Y/N!” Your Grandpa warned again.
“Sorry,” You apologized, swinging back into the attic again.
“What’s going on?” You heard Jamie asking appearing again.
“I’m helping a special victim,” Danny joked.  
“Take a box,” You huffed, “No amount of jokes from either of you is going to make up for the fact that we’re only here because you to can’t stop arguing.”
“I just can’t believe that all of you still get punished for arguing with each other,” Sonny chuckled, clearly amused by all of yours display.
“I just can’t believe you didn’t take up the invitation to go with my dad, the boys, Linda and Nicky to the carnival,” Erin said to Sonny as Danny moved out the way and you handed her box to take downstairs.
“It wouldn’t be any fun without Y/N,” Sonny answered as you handed him a box and gave him a kiss.
“I can’t wait until you two get married and hate each other,” Danny commented before heading down the stairs.
“If they make it that far,” Erin teased.
“Not every relationship is destined to for divorce Erin,” You countered.
“Ooo,” Jamie grinned as you handed him the last box and gave you a fist bump before turning around and heading down the stairs himself.
Your Grandpa had followed your siblings down and Sonny had headed back up the stairs to meet you. You were tidying up the mess you’d made in the attic and then you planned on coming down so you could complete the second stage of your punishment.
“You need help coming down?” Sonny called up to you when he finally reached you and you were fishing up.
“Sure you can handle me?” You teased.
“I think both of us know I can,” He replied, you knew he was smirking right by the sound of his voice.
“Alright then,” You complied.
You leveraged yourself and then lowered the bottom half of yourself down. Once you felt Sonny’s hands around you let go and closed the attic door behind you. Sonny lowered you down, still holding you up until you were at eye level.
“You going to let me down, Detective?” You questioned, raising your eyebrows at him.
“Not yet,” He whispered, repositioning hands slowed down and hosting you up slightly so you had to wrap your legs around his waist.
He kissed you and backed up until your back hit the wall gently. You leaned into it even though you were cautious. You got into it despite hesitating at first and only pulled away when you needed to get up for air.
“Do I need to remind you that we are in my Father’s house and my family is downstairs including my two older brothers,” You giggled as you pulled away.
“I know I like the danger,” He teased.
“Here’s me thinking I was the dangerous one,” You smirked into his lips.
“Guess there is a lot you don’t know about me,” He whispered into your ear before kissing your neck. “I don’t think so,” You chuckled.
“You don’t?” He questioned, surprised.
“You’re an open book but I like this dangerous, unpredictable, sexy side of you,” You reassured.
“Do you?” He smirked.
“Mmm,” You agreed eagerly, kissing him again.
“I can definitely tell,” He chuckled.
“Great work Detective,” You said sarcastically.
“Hey,” He protested, “No need to be bad,”
“Well if one of us needs to be,” You quipped, “Especially when one of us is so so sweet to everyone,”
“You don’t like that?” He asked.
“You know I do,” You winked, “You know what I like,”
“I do,” He agreed, kissing you again and doing it exactly the way you liked.
“Why did you stay here instead of going the carnival? You know were being punished, right? And the carnival has caramel popcorn. Your favorite,” You asked and reminded once you pulled away from another long makeup session.
“Nothing ever beats a front row seat to best show there is. The Reagans,” He joked.
“Families that argue are the ones that love each other the most,” You reminded.
“I know but your guys are one of the most entertaining things I’ve ever seen. You don’t even realize how hilarious you guys are when you argue! How could I miss out on the possibility of an encore of that!” He chuckled, “And anyway how could I miss out on the chance to see all your embarrassing moments in the form of Childhood pictures and videos,”
“Come on let’s go. I got to find all the embarrassing stuff before Danny does so he can’t use it against me,” You sighed, patting Sonny on the ass to prompt him to move.
“As you wish,” He grinned, holding you tighter and walking towards the staircase.
“Sonny put me down,” You reminded as you hit the top of the staircase.
“Right,” He nodded, letting you down gently, “Come on! The show is about to start!”
One of your favorite things about Sonny was how much he enjoyed spending time with your family and how much equally they all liked spending time with him. You know for a fact that he thought he was prepared for a family like yours because he himself was from a big family himself. Oh, boy was he wrong. Your family was a special breed of crazy and admittedly it took him awhile to understand the dynamic between you and your siblings. Sure you argued like you hated each other but there was anything you wouldn’t do for each other. Especially since Joe you were all extremely close. You had each other back out in the real world but in the comfort of your Dad’s house, it was a battleground for your differing experiences. You understand why some people get confused about all of your relationships.
Today was no different. It’s no secret that it’s usually Erin and Danny that argue at Sunday lunch. But sometimes you, Jamie and the rest of the table gets dragged in and today was no different. Danny and Erin were arguing and you joined in because it was a topic that you were knowledgeable about, though you fail to recall it right now. Jamie unusually had a differing opinion to you. So an argument erupted between the two of you simultaneously to Erin and Danny’s. Arguments that involved the four of you, were usually between Erin and Danny and you and Jamie.  It was a natural thing. You and Jamie were closer in age and Danny and Erin was.
So it was a strange occurrence today but what made it even worse wasn’t even the argument. The argument settled after your Dad scolded you all. Then you don’t remember how the topic came up but pretty inappropriately you all started discussing each other sex lives growing up and how you used to overhear each other doing the deed constantly.
“Danny, I don’t know why you’re acting like you’ve never been caught by any of us doing the deed,” Erin commented after Danny had picked on you during dinner, describing to everyone the time he caught you and your ex-boyfriend doing it in the backseat of your car, much to the table dismay but you knew Sonny was hanging on his every word, excited to finally have some dirt on you as you knew way more embracing things about him that he did you.
“I thought we weren’t ever going to mention that,” Danny stated, suddenly going quietly.
“What are we not mentioning?” You asked, smirking at Danny, intrigued.
“Jamie and I walked in on Danny doing it on the couch when he was nineteen with his then girlfriend.” Erin grinned sadistically as she told everyone the story while Danny crumbled under everyone's gaze, especially Linda’s.
“How old was I?” Jamie questioned suddenly and unexpectedly interrupting the story to ask.
“I don’t know about six.” Erin offered, shrugging her shoulders.
“I knew I wasn’t making it up.” He announced.
“Making what up?” You asked confused, turning to look across at him.
“One of my earliest memories is seeing two people on the couch, doing it to the sound of Erin screaming.” He elaborated, a look of all knowing realization lighting up his face,  “I told mom about it and she took me to the doctor.”
“The doctor?” You questioned, confused but still immensely intrigued.
“Yeah, she thought I was some sort of six-year-old sex manic. So she sent me to a therapist to make sure I wasn’t crazy.” He continued to explain.
“A therapist?” You began to cackle, finding it hilarious.
“Oh yeah, I knew about that,” Danny admitted, playing it off casually, but giving Jamie a crooked half smile.
“And you didn’t stop her?” He demanded.
“And risk getting in trouble with mom? Hell no! It didn’t do you any harm did it? If anything, I did you a favor! It made you the man you are today. You wouldn’t be the person you are today if you didn’t have that experience. Isn’t that a part of the mental health thing you’re always going on about!” Danny tried to correct but failed in your opinion, miserably, might you add.
Jamie shook his head in disbelief, “I had to go for like six months, Danny! I had to drop soccer for it!”
“A therapist!” You repeated once again, still laughing.
“Well, at least I’m the only the one no one around here has heard. Joe used to hear Erin all the time.” Jamie stated, calming down before mentioning.
“Not so fast, Jameson. I used to hear you all the time.” You announced with a smirk.
“You did?” he questioned, shocked.
You nodded, “Are rooms were right next to each other and there is an extremely thin wall separating them.”

“No, you didn’t.” He defied.
“Yes, I did.” You stated again adamantly.
“No.” He shook his head in disbelief, “You couldn’t have!
“Yes,” You corrected before dramatically acting out, “Does this sound familiar? Is…it…in yet?”
“I can’t believe you…” Jamie sighed embarrassed and if Sonny wasn’t separating you both he would have lunged at you.
Danny and Erin started cackling. You followed suit, your stomach hurting. Your laughter was infectious. Suddenly everyone at the table was laughing, including your Dad. While Jamie, just sat there as mortified as you were at the start. You were all trying to stop but couldn’t help but splutter
“All right, that’s enough.” He stated finally, stifling back a laugh and composing himself, “I don’t want to hear a word from any of you. You argue at the table and then you openly discuss how you broke the rules. Absolutely inappropriate for the dinner table not to mention two of you have children at the table.”
You all shut up quickly recognizing his stern voice from your childhoods.
“The foods great Pop,” Your Dad complimented.
“It’s very nice, Henry” Linda chimed in too.
“Thank you.” Pop thanked.
“Is it in yet!” Danny repeated unable to hold it in, causing the rest of you, meaning him, Erin, you and Jamie, to laugh as well.
The rest if the table looked at the four of you disapprovingly. I guess they couldn’t believe how childish you were all being. But that's what happens when you are around the people you actually grew up with. What do they expect?
“That is enough! All of you out. I deal with you later.” Your Dad said finally ordering you all out, mimicking the punishments from your childhoods.
You all got up simultaneously, joining at the end of the table in twos. Still laughing and making fun of each other as you all retreated to the living room, awaiting a stern talking too from your Dad for the inappropriate talk at Sunday dinner.
Anyway, after everyone else finished dinner. Your Father came in and exactly like he did when you were kids he scolded you for being inappropriate and for breaking the rules all those years ago. And to punish all of you, because that was a still a thing despite you all being adults, he said you couldn’t go to the carnival that you all went to every year and instead you had to clean out the attic with Pop. A job that you’d all been avoiding and passing onto for each other for at least a year. Sonny was allowed to go with them but he chose to stay with the four you and help out.
And now you know why…
“This is Y/N’s box!” Danny exclaimed as you headed into the room where they were all crowding over the boxes, sitting and going through them.
“Thank you very much,” You replied, leaning over the sofa where he was sitting and snatching it out of his hands.
“Thank you,” Sonny smiled, taking it out of yours.
“Hey!” You protested.
“I’m curious,” He shrugged, walking past you and sitting down gleefully in an armchair and opening the box.
“Y/N, look at this!” Jamie said, holding up a photo and showing you.
“It’s Danny’s bowl cut!” You squealed in delight, grabbing the picture out of his hand so you could examine up close for yourself before joking, “She’s beautiful,”
“Watch it,” Danny warned from the other side of the room.
Sonny had taken a seat in an armchair was gleefully digging through your box and examining the contents.
“Sorry Danielle,” You winked before ducking as a pillow flew in your direction.
“Settle down,” Your Grandpa warned half-heartedly as he began looking through a box,
“Do you two see this?” Erin piped up flashing you and Jamie a picture, “Do you see how happy we all were before the both of you were born,”
“Look at Dad,” Danny chimed in, “Dad doesn’t have a single wrinkle,”
“That’s because he’s thirty in the picture,” Jamie countered, “It’s like me saying that you look young. Of course you do because you’re only ten in that picture,”
“Details,” Danny shrugged off, “But you have to admit you two aged them. Because you’re both so annoying,”
“Good job on that insult Danny boy,” You joked, “Really clever. Just over fourth grade level,”
Danny flipped you off when Grandpa turned away. Everyone continued to engage in chatter about the contents of the boxes. Insults flew as expectedly but progress was being made despite the frequent breaks you took to showcase whatever embarrassing picture or artifact you’d all just found. You were all successfully separating the important stuff from the not so important stuff. Sonny continued to sit quietly in the corner going through your box.
Your Dad kept one for each of you.
“How’s it going?” You smirked, after about half an hour of not hearing anything from it.
“Pretty well,” He finally said, looking up at you before showing you a picture, “You look so cute with curly hair,”
“Why, thank you,” You grinned, sitting down on the armchair and looking at the picture yourself.
“You should wear it like that more often,” He complimented.
“Maybe, I will,” You shrugged.
“I also didn’t know that you used to be a child model,” He announced, showing you another picture,  “Very pretty,”
“Not that impressive in this house,” You chuckled, “All of us modeled when we were kids…well except for Danny,”
“That’s only because mom didn’t know about it when I was that age,” Danny argued, “I could have done it too,”
“Sure,” You nodded, “Is that what mom told you?”
“Maybe,” He played off.
“Is that you and Joe?” Sonny inquired delicately.
“Yeah,” You smiled, looking down at the picture he handed to you, “My mom took this picture the day he taught me how to ride a bike,” “Are you okay, Y/N?” Sonny asked after a couple of what seemed like minutes of silence between the two of you.
“Oh yeah,” You reassured, waving your hand and handing him back the picture, “I just haven't thought about this for a while.”
“I’m sorry…” Sonny went to say.
“No, no,” You interrupted, “You don’t have to be sorry. It was actually nice to think about him. I haven’t in while. Well, not all the good stuff, like this. That was a great day I spent with him.”
“I wish I could have met him,” Sonny whispered, putting his hand on your cheek and wiping the tear that had spilled down you face as you took back the picture and stared at it again.
It was a picture of seventeen-year-old Joe, holding onto a bright pink bicycle, stabilizing it for you. While seven year old you, is riding the bike, your hands clutching the handlebars and a big toothy grin, right at your mom and the camera. How was too busy making sure you didn’t fall to the side with stabilizers that he wasn’t looking at the camera's direction.
“So do I,” You smiled sadly, leaning into his cheek, “He would have loved you. You’d honestly have been great friends. You might have left me for him.”
“I doubt it,” Sonny chuckled softly, “I can’t live without you,”
“Well, aren’t you sweetly overdramatic,” You teased, pulling at his cheek before kissing the other.
“I love you,” Sonny whispered, pressing a brief gentle kiss onto your lips.
“I love you too,” You smiled, “Find anything else?”
“Well, I found this gem,” He informed, shuffling and producing another picture.
It was a picture of two years old you wearing oversized sunglasses and clutching a woman’s handbag on your shoulder. You’d obviously had just raided either your Mom’s or Erin’s closet before that picture.
“You are adorable,” He complimented, over dramatically.
“Ah hah!” Danny cheered suddenly, holding an old VHS tape in the air “I’ve found it.”
“You did,” Erin grinned, standing up beside him happily.
“What is it?” You asked innocently, you had slipped onto Sonny’s lap from the armrest and you were wrapped up in his arms,
“Your infamous sixth-grade play,” He informed.
“No,” You stated, shocked, “Mom told me she erased it,”
“And you believed her,” Danny smirked, taking a step towards the player which conveniently was still in your living room, despite the obsolete aspect of it.
“I remember that day,” Jamie commented, remembering, “Honestly, it was one of the nest days of my life,”
“Then you have pretty sad life,” You commented in turn.
“Why remember it when we can watch it?” Danny winked, bolting to the TV set.
“Don’t you dare!” You warned, jumping up, out of Sonny’s arms and about to tackle him.
You were swept up and held back by Jamie.
“Jamie! Let me down.” You protested, “We’re on the same team!” 
“Sorry but I sort of want to see it again,” He sighed, struggling to keep you under control in his arms as you thrashed about.
“Traitor,” You accused, still hitting him in an attempt to make him let you go, “Sonny!”
“Sorry babe,” He began hesitantly, “But now I’m curious about what happened.”
“Sonny!” You warned, your eyes glaring at him as you still struggled with Jamie.
“I love you,” He said cautiously and warily, before leaning down awkwardly and giving you a kiss on the cheek while you were still captured.
“You wait,” You warned, huffing as Danny rewound the tape.
“This is the best day of my life,” Danny giggled like a school girl, “Sonny take a seat. This will be the best thing you ever see,”
“I’m going to shoot you,” You directed at Danny.
“After this, you can do whatever you want,” He smiled gleefully, “After, reliving this. I’ll die happy.”
“Is this really that bad?” Sonny asked, taking a seat on the couch front and center to the TV.
“Yes,” All four you said simultaneously.
“In my defense,” You began as the tape did, everyone was glued to the screen and Jamie had finally let you go in favor of getting a good view of the screen, “If I had known he was allergic. I would have given him much less,”
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Late Night Getaway Pt. 3
admin K: hope this is good! 
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(can we just talk about how cute he is in this gif? ugh, my fav gif atm of him. Also loving his blonde) 
The next morning, you woke up still shocked from what happened yesterday. You kept questioning whether you should or should not leave the house, scared to face Vernon again. You weren’t sure how you’d react if you or even function around him.
“Are you okay? You’ve been sitting there for the past hour…don’t you want to get up and get ready for the day?? You know we have school in an hour right?” Hannah questioned you quite a lot. So much in the morning and it was interrupting your thoughts.
You were blanked out and in your own world yet you didn’t care at all. “Could I just stay here?” You mumbled.
She groaned, becoming sick of your attitude. “Come on, get up. You’ll get yelled at if you don’t.”
With that, you threw your blanket over your head and laid back down on your bed. “I don’t care.”
She came over, attempting to take the blanket off you but you held onto it. “Tell them I’m sick or something!” You whined.
Hannah gives up. “Fine but we’re talking after! You better be really sad. If I catch you sneaking out again, I’m going to kill you!” She said before leaving the room.
Once you’ve heard the door close, you sat back up and took the blanket off you. You looked even more of a messy now that you’ve gotten your hair all knotted.
It didn’t take a long time for the whole house to become silent as everyone has left for school.
At this point, you did not know what to do other than stay in your bed for a little more until you decided to get up and do something.
Still in bed, you went through your phone, waiting for time to past. What made you jump was when you saw the door open to reveal a guy standing in front of your room.
You still were tense and frozen, looking at Vernon like deer in headlights. You acted as if you were caught in an act..which you were kind of doing since you skipped out from school.
“What are you doing here?” He asked quite calmly but with a hidden vicious and harsh tone.
You knew were in trouble the minute he walked in. How would he know I’m here? Hannah? It doesn’t matter how he found out, you just needed to answer his question now before his anger fuels him even more.
There was no point in lying when he was seeing you now in your bed, a mess. Was there anything to hide anyway? Maybe one thing…
“I didn’t feel like going.” You mumbled, barely being able to look at him in the eyes out of guilt and feeling uncomfortable around Vernon.
“If I stayed home every time I felt like not going to school, you wouldn’t see me the whole year!”
“Weren’t you the one who asked me to skip with you the first day when I got to school?” You fired which makes him shut up.
He really couldn’t say anything after that but seeing how you were acting, he knew something was up. Due to his instants, he goes to sit beside you on your bed and fixes up your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear.
“What’s up?” He asked in a soft voice which only made your heart flutter more. The closer he was to you, the more you feared this warm feeling you felt inside of you.
Your heart would be faster every time you laid eyes on him. You didn't know why you were so sensitive to his touch and his presence but all you knew was to stay away or else he’d see it too.
You immediately got up to back away from him. “Nothing. Nothing’s wrong.” You rushed out of the room. “Y/n.” He got up, surprised of your fast getaway.
Running off you went to the washroom and closed the door behind you. You thought you’d give yourself some time alone to collect yourself, that you’d be safe there for the mean time.
It was only a matter of time til you needed to leave but using the time alone again, you went to get ready for the day although you weren’t sure if you’d even go out of the house.
Finally going back out, you were cautious and peeked, looking out to see if Vernon was anywhere near.
You didn’t hear anything or see anything, meaning the close was clear or so you thought. You let out a sigh of relief and walked out, downstairs to the kitchen where you stopped in the middle of your steps to meet with Vernon again.
He was still here. “You thought I’d leave you alone?” He read your thoughts, smirking while continuing to make breakfast now that you’ve moved your eyes away from Vernon to see what he was doing.
You didn’t even smell the nice aroma of the breakfast he was whipping up until now.
You smiled at his thoughtful gesture of making breakfast for you before you caught yourself in the middle of daze.
“D-do you want help?” You fumbled with your words as you were nervous to even say anything to Vernon.
“No, it’s alright. Just sit down, breakfast is almost ready.” Vernon said quite casually as if the two of you have been great friends for a long time and that this wasn’t the first time he was making breakfast for you.
Having the two of you alone reminds you of the day you were at his place. That was the first day you started to feel like..you liked him. You weren’t sure if  your liked him romantically or just as a person but still..you started liking him. Breakfast was served to you in minutes and you thanked Vernon very much for taking the time out of his day to meet you and make breakfast for you.
At first, you both ate in silence until your phone notified you of a message which you reached to pick up and answer but Vernon was much more attentive therefore grabbing your phone before you.
You furrowed your brows at him and wanted to take it away from him since it was your phone with private information.
Vernon made sure to hold you back as he read the text that was supposedly from Mingyu.
“Why’s he texting you?” He questioned in a serious tone, gritting his teeth just looking at Mingyu’s name appear on your phone.
You gave up trying to take it back and sighed before explaining. “I don’t know. He’s probably wondering why I’m not at school?”
“He could’ve just texted me, I’m your partner, I’m in charge of you.”
You got angered by what he said and the way he said it. He was more focused on Mingyu’s text and his own jealous, protectiveness over you to see what he has done.
“In charge or me?! What am I? You’re property?!! I don’t belong to you! Don’t talk to me that way!” You yelled, getting up and snatching the phone out of his hand. You stormed out of the kitchen before he grabbed your wrist and held you back.
“I didn’t mean it like that. What I was trying to say was…”
“That you’re in charge of me.”
“No! Not that! I just…I don’t like him texting you.” He mumbled not knowing what else to say. If he had said more, confessing his love for you would’ve slipped right out of his mouth.
You looked at him up and down, biting your lip while thinking what was going on with him. He wasn’t usually like this but remembering yesterday, you understood what he felt about your relationship and friendship with Mingyu.
“From your phone, text him saying that I don’t feel well. It’s literally that simple Vernon.” You said and he let go of your wrist, trusting that you’d stay with him.
He was a bit shocked of your words but did as you said. “Happy now?” You said after he sent the text. Vernon didn’t answer, feeling a bit embarrassed but changed the subject and asked you to come back and eat with him which you did now that the situation was settled.
Again, silence overpowered the two of you, creating that awkward tension between the two of you that you both knew too well.
When you did talk, you only talked about a serious manner. Vernon cleared his throat before speaking. “So what’s the real reason you stayed home?”
“You should know.” You spookily softly, slowly playing with your food to avoid eye contact once again.
He took a minute to answer. “I’m sorry if I…scared you yesterday or made you feel questionable about us. I didn’t mean for that to happen.” Him saying his apologies only made matters worse and confused you even more.
“It’s okay.” Is all you could say because it was what you truly felt.
You weren’t affected majorly by what happened yesterday, you were just scared to be around him today but seeing that everything is quite normal between the two of you, you would accept his apology.
You were still a bit confused about the situation and how you felt about Vernon but that would be save for another time.
You received another text, this time from Hannah. “It’s from Hannah.” You said to Vernon who you knew was curious.
He nodded, understanding and letting you answer at the table.
Hannah: Still at home I hope?
Y/N: Yeah but guess who’s with me
Hannah: Let me guess, hmm Vernon seeing that he wasn’t in my second period class today. He’s such a good partner looking after you! I asked for him to see you since I’d knew you’d be alone all day and it’d be boring. Also I needed someone to check up on you.
Y/N: Wow, you have so much trust in me
Hannah: I know. But back to Vernon! Isn’t he such a sweet partner?? He’d be a great boyfriend right? If he’s good at taking care of you, he’s great at anything
Y/N: What’s that supposed to mean??
Hannah: You can be a hustle sometimes!! But I still love you
Y/N:…love you too I guess. And about Vernon, do you really like him? You keep talking about him so much
Hannah; Well he is your partner and yeah he’s cute, I like him. Hey, can you try getting me a date with him? Is that allowed? For me to go on a date with one of the tour guides? haha
You looked up from your phone to see Vernon drinking his coffee. You watch his actions and features, seeing that he is an attractive guy and you can see how Hannah was falling for him but also seeing how quickly you were falling for him as well.
You weren’t ready to accept those feelings for him and so, to push them away you decided to help Hannah.
“Vernon.” You called for his attention and he looked up to you, making you heart skip a beat as you looked into his eyes.
He waited for you to continue speaking. Your throat had gone dry so you cleared it before speaking. “What do you think of Hannah?” It a bit of an odd question but he answered anyway.
“She’s nice? I mean, she’s really sweet and kind.” It broke your heart a little to hear him say such nice things about another girl to you but that’s what you asked for. Still going along with it, you asked more questions.
“So how about you go on a date with her this Friday night?”
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alicedoessurveys · 7 years
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100 Questions
1. What was on your mind mostly today? back pain
2. If someone looked on your bed, what would they find? pile of clothes that need to be put away, a big ass teddy and a load of cushions
3. What’s on your schedule for tomorrow? nothing. I can't move atm cause of my back injury
4. Are you nice to everyone? I try to be
5. Is it possible to be single and happy? yes
6. Is it easy for people to make you cry? too easy
7. Did you sleep alone last night? yup
8. Do you play with dead bugs? ew no wtf
9. Honestly, are you dating two people? im not even dating one person
10. Do you think things will change in the next 3 months? I hope so 
11. Have you ever slept in the same bed with someone other than family?   yes
12. Do you want to see somebody right now? no I want to go to sleep
13. What if you had a baby with the person you like? no thanks
14. Are you happy? not right now nope
15. Have you ever tripped in public? yes
16. Is there anyone who doesn’t like you? idk probably, you can't be liked by everyone
17. Have you ever sat in the back of a police car? nope
18. Are you stubborn? can be yes
19. Do you tend to hold a grudge? a little bit
20. What’s a fact about the last person that texted you?   he's my dad.. first fact I thought of was that he was on a tv show with Terry Wogan about 8 years ago
21. Has anyone called you perfect before? yes, they lied
22. Where is the biggest scar on your body? my stomach
23. Have you ever been told you were amazing? yes, again they lied
24. Would you date someone who was addicted to drugs? probably not no
25. Are you trying to avoid liking somebody at the moment? yes
26. Do you trust all your friends? not 100% 27. If you could go back and change something in the past 5 months, would you? can't think of anything 
28. What pissed you off today? I found a moth in my cereal
29. What was the last thing you cried about? pain
30. Who was the last girl you talked to? mom
31. Do you know anyone who drinks a lot? not really no
32. Who sits next to you in English? im not in school anymore thank god, so n/a
33. Ever talked to someone who was drunk? yes. I dont drink and when I'm at a party I tend to attract the drunk people. last party I went to I had a very drunk middle aged woman crying on my shoulder and another drunk guy singing in my face and trying to pull me into a photo booth. I still have no idea who these people are. 
34. Have you heard a song that reminds you of someone today? nope. I haven't really listened to any music today
35. How late did you stay up last night and why? went to bed about half 10, which is early for me. was in so much pain I just wanted to go to sleep asap
36. Do you know how to properly use grammar in a sentence?   mostly yeah 37. Are your parents very protective of you? yes, and Im 22 next month. I dont think they’ll ever stop being protective 
38. Will you be in a relationship in the next couple months? probably not no
39. How many drugs are in your system?   Prescription drugs, two; paroxetine and levothyroxine
40. The person who hurt you the most calls and needs you, do you go? I can't think of anyone who has really hurt me that much 
41. Is it easy to pretend everything’s okay for you? yes I do it every day 
42. Are you afraid of losing the last person you talked to on the phone? it was just some random lady from Wilko store so not really no 
43. Do you think you are a good person? I try 
44. What do you want right this second? to not be in pain
45. Do you think it makes him weak if a guy cries? not at all
46. Have you ever cried cause you were so mad? yes. its an involuntary reaction when I get angry, which is super annoying 
47. Could you last in a relationship for over a year?   I hope so 
48. Who were you with on your birthday? mom, dad, sis and sis’ boyf 49. Have you ever crawled through a window? yes
50. First person to talk to you in 2014? how the fuck am I supposed to remember that, it was 3 years ago
51. Do you miss your past? I miss how healthy I was and the way I looked, but I do not miss where I was 
52. It’s 4 in the morning, your phone rings, who is it? probably a drunk rhys
53. Do you have anything interesting planned for the next week? yes! I'm going to The Vamps concert at the end of this week and my sis got us passes to the beauty show for the beginning of next week
54. Who was the last person to text you? Do you know when that person’s birthday is? my dad, 18th January
55. What were you doing 4 hours ago? sitting on the same sofa I'm on now
56. Is there a certain song that you can’t stop listening to atm? Slow Hands
57. Tell me 3 things that your friends don’t know about you. I can't say
58. What is something that people often give to you as a gift? anything Disney related
59. Do you tend to hold on to a lot of stuff you don’t need, just because it has sentimental value? yes, I hoard things 
60. What is something that reminds you of your ex? n/a
61. Has the last person you kissed ever cried in your arms? no
62. Which would you prefer to receive as a gift - flowers or chocolate? chocolate
63. When did you last take a shower/bath? Do you wash your hair every time? not gonna lie, I only shower like once a week (sometimes longer if I'm extra lazy) but I always make sure that I dont smell bad. 
64. Would you prefer to be somewhere else right now? bed
65. Do any of your followers on Tumblr have your phone number? yes, but they're friends who I know in person 
66. Will you be going out tonight, or staying in? staying in
67. How many times have you been in love? never 
68. If you were heartbroken, who would help you pick up the pieces? mom or sis
69. Apparently, it’s very common to crave chocolate around the ‘time of the month’; do you ever get that craving? hell yeah! I get chocolate cravings every freakin day, not just when its ‘time of th month’
70. How would you feel about dating someone who had a reputation for being a player in the past? Do you think that players will ALWAYS be players, or is it possible that they can change? id give them a chance, but they would have to prove to me that they changed 
71. Did you sleep well last night? no
72. Is your bedroom big enough for you? yes. I would like a bigger room for decor purposes but I dont need more space been as theres only me in there 
72. Are you looking forward to seeing someone soon? yah, my cousin on Friday who I havent seen in months 
73. Ever had a one-night stand? no
74. Is anyone flirting with you? I wouldn't know haha I'm oblivious 
75. Have you ever felt pressure to do anything you didn’t want to, like smoking, drinking, or losing your virginity, before you were ready for it? If so, how did you deal with that? my friends do try to pressure me into drinking, but I'm strong willed with my choice not to. I'm stubborn with things like that 
76. Do you consider yourself to be an intelligent person? Why/why not? in some ways yeah, I can't really explain it. I'm not super clever, but I know a lot of practical skills and I do know random facts that shock my sis quite a lot 
77. Who would you most like to be stuck in a lift with? Eddie Redmayne
78. Is there anyone you’d HATE to be stuck in a lift with? SO many people
79. When did you last talk to the person you love/like? What did you talk about? there isn't anyone I really like atm 
80. Have you ever seen your father cry? only a handful of times. first time was when we lost my unborn baby brother. Other times have been when our dogs have died. Also he cries every time he watches the scene in ‘The Lion, The Witch & The Wardrobe’ where Alsan is killed. 
81. How would your parents react if you got pregnant? mom would be thrilled. I dont know how dad would react.
82. Do you/did you keep to your school’s uniform/dress code? I did, I was terrified of getting in trouble 
83. If the last person you kissed said you were the only one they wanted, would you believe them? no. I know how easy he finds cheating so I wouldn't trust him
84. What was the highlight of your summer? tbh I can't remember last summer right now, Im too tired
85. The last time you threw up, was it because you were hungover? nope
86. Have you ever seen the film ‘Wake Wood’? What did you think of it? never heard of it 
87. Are you confused about anything atm? Is there anything bothering you? Or, is everything good? a lot of things bothering me atm
88. If you say ‘I’ve had enough’ or ‘I’m done’, do you always mean it? I do
89. Who was the last person that invited you to their house? my sis
90. Have your parents ever told you about any alternative names they considered for you, or the name they would have chosen, if you’d turned out to be a boy? yeah, my dad wanted to call me Sarah, but mom said no cause thats what his ex girlfriend was called. they also called about the name ‘fearne’
91. Are you friends with any of your exes? n/a
92. Have you ever had to make an emergency phone call? no
93. If you’re in a relationship, how is it going? If you’re single, are you looking for someone? single. I dont believe in actively looking for someone, I believe in fate and that God will bring the right person along at the right time.. (I just wish he’d hurry it up a bit haha)
94. What language do you like the sound of? italian
95. Think about the last guy, outside of family, that you had a conversation with. Do you find him sexy? ew no
96. What do you think is an assumption that someone could make about you, just by looking at your Tumblr? Would this assumption be correct? that Im obsessed with newt Scamander... and they wouldn't be wrong ;)
97. What’s the most attractive physical feature of the person you love/like? no one I like atm, but I find certain eyes and mouths attractive 
98. Do you consider yourself to be a strong person? Why/why not? nope. I'm just not. 
99. Tell me about a special moment you’ve had with the person you love/like. again, n/a right now 
100. What are you doing tomorrow? not much, I can't move much atm with my injury 
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