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dollfaceksj · 8 months

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i really hope taehyung has calmed down and ready to hear them out :(

i hope so too!

a/n: hi. i have realized and decided that it’s time to end toapp. #36 (the next drabble) will be the finale.

i just wanna thank you guys for this amazing journey. i’ve had so much fun interacting with you guys and writing this story, just making shit up as i go. i had no idea how this story was gonna go, how y’all would receive it, every drabble i just hoped for the best. it’s insane to think toward the end toapp had 400+ regular readers. that’s so crazy guys!! thank u so much

i hope u guys will still interact with me even when this finishes!!! and i hope you guys look forward to my upcoming fics. i’ve already brainstormed several other fics that i know y’all will love! i can’t wait to share them with you.

i might still do side-drabbles like what jk did in those 2 months, more events we’ve already seen but from other povs, maybe drabbles that happen in the future. i’ll see !

thank you for everything.

lots of love,

clover. 🍀

ps: listen to the outro of scott street by phoebe bridgers when u read this drabble trust me. i bawled like a little bitch.

taste of a poison paradise | jjk (m) #35

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“do you want me to leave?”

he stares at you with the biggest eyes in the universe

how does someone just have big black eyes like that

the things he says

can be so dirty

and his gaze can be so intense

but now

when he’s

pleading

and being pathetic

his eyes are the biggest in the galaxy

he’s so beautiful

you wonder if he knows that

you sigh loudly and rub your hairline. “you’re so lucky you know your way with words.”

he blinks at you a few times and drops his shoulders in relief, you hadn’t even noticed they were that tense

“i’m just telling you the truth.”

you merely hum in response and nod your head absentmindedly as you glance over at the plate of cold chicken quesedillas now

“do you want me to heat those up in a pan for you?” you ask quietly, not sure where to go with the conversation now

when you don’t get a response, you glance in his direction

he’s just staring at you with an unreadable expression on his face

“jungkook?”

he shakes his head slowly. “do you believe me now?”

your brows pinch together in confusion. “yeah, i believe you. were you not telling the truth just now?”

he shakes his head again. “i’m not talking about just now i’m talking about me being in love with you.”

right

yeah

you said you didn’t believe it

do you believe him?

your own feelings for him keep getting in the way of your rational thoughts

because you just want to believe him, even when your common sense still doubts it

“yeah,” you start, “i believe you.”

then, a soft smile creeps onto his lips. “okay.”

you reach for the plate but jungkook stops you by gently taking hold of your wrist mid-air. “i think you should just go lie down in bed. after what just happened, you just need a moment. i can tell you’re pretending to be okay.”

you blink at him

and the sincere look in his eyes

and the slight pinch in his brows

almost makes you tear up again

“i’ll clean the kitchen up, just,” he pauses as he lets go of your wrist, “go. i’ll be right there.”

you slowly nod your head and start walking out of your kitchen, heading to your bedroom

you lie down in your bed and stare at the ceiling, the events of barely 20 minutes ago playing on repeat in your head

taehyung

you miss him

you need him

you’re lucky jungkook was there to talk some sense into you

you should go to taehyung when the storm is over

and come clean with everything and just

beg for his forgiveness

and now that you think about it

you wonder

why it’s taking jungkook so long

you get up from your bed and slowly make your way to the kitchen

you peek your head around the corner of the door and that’s when you see

jungkook, standing by the sink

the mess taehyung made earlier on the floor has been cleaned up

and it seemed like jungkook was halfway through with the dishes

but now he’s just leaning against the sink with his hands and his head held down

what is he doing?

you wonder what it is until you hear a soft sniffle

you walk into the kitchen. “jungkook?”

he quickly sniffles again and wipes his cheeks before looking at you

you walk in further. “hey,” you whisper as you place your hand on his shoulder, soothingly rubbing it

he’s quiet for a few moments before he breaks down

“he’s my only friend and i betrayed his trust. you can bounce back because of your history with him but me? he’ll never want to see me again.”

he sent you away because all of that panic that he had earlier concerning taehyung he couldn’t show

he had to swallow his own emotions because he had to calm you down

but it’s dawning on him real bad right now and you need to be here for him like he was there for you

you shake your head and move your hand over his back, rubbing it gently. “you’re crazy. he could never hate you, kook. like you said, he’s mad. it’s okay, we’ll catch him one of these days and talk it out. taehyung is the gentlest soul i know. he just needs some time to cool off.”

he sniffles quietly, his round nose so red and his big eyes puffy. “it took you so much convincing to believe me. what if he doesn’t believe me at all?”

“jungkook, taehyung knows you better than i do. he’ll know to believe you. i’m sure of it.”

he sniffles again and slowly nods.

“okay? here,” you say as you take the sponge out of his hand and rinse his soaped up hand. “let’s just go lie down for a bit. we’ll eat later.”

( ♡ )

the storm has finally let up the following day

and you need to do one more thing before you bite the bullet and face taehyung

you raise your fist and slowly knock on the door

you wait a few moments before it swings open

“hey, you.”

you smile at him. “hey, yoongi.”

he steps aside and invites you in

you quietly thank him and step in

“what’s up?” he asks as he heads into his living room and you follow him

“we uh,” you start as you nervously look around. “we need to talk.”

he halts in his movements and slowly turns to you. “oh. okay. would you like something to drink?”

you shake your head and gently take his soft hand into yours before leading him to the sofa

you both sit down and he’s staring at you with confused eyes. “so?”

you take a deep breath and finally glance at him. “yoongi,” you start, “you’re amazing. you really treat me exactly as a man should and i’ll always be thankful for that. you were never pushy, you were never condescending or overstepping. you just,” you pause for a moment to find more words but you kind of get stuck

it’s quiet

and he’s just staring at you

when the silence stretches out for longer than he likes, he decides to do something

his frown turns into a neutral expression. “finally chose jungkook, have you?”

your eyes go wide and your throat goes dry.

fuck

“what?”

“i don’t like how you think i’m stupid, y/n.”

what is he

what is

what is going on

you blink at him. he clearly is unimpressed with your attempts at letting him down slowly

oh no

you really don’t want to start panicking

“yoongi, i just–”

“hey, breathe. your veins are almost popping out of your throat.” he brings his finger up to tap your pouty lips

and it’s true, you were actually holding your breath

“i’m not stupid, you know.” he uses his thumb to rub your bottom lip. “it’s been rather clear that you’ve had feelings for jungkook. i was just waiting for you to realize.”

you frown at him. “how?”

“the camping trip, our first date, the parties, the clubs. your attention was always just centred around jungkook. i thought you were trying to get over it so i told you i’d make you realize you don’t need him but clearly you’ve realized you do and i get it.”

okay

you are not going to cry

nope

you blink a few times to keep your tears in their fucking place. “aren’t you mad i used you to forget about him?”

at this, he’s quiet. he just blinks at you for a few moments before answering

“no, i’m not because i’m guilty too.”

you tilt your head to the side. “what do you mean?”

he sighs softly. “i uh,” he says as he shrugs his shoulders. “i did the same to you. i wanted to forget about sooyeon.”

wow

you didn’t actually think that was the case

well

he did mention he knew what you were talking about

and that he was okay with not getting into anything serious

but it’s strange hearing this from him now

because he just seems like the type of guy that has everything figured out

mature and collected

but you suppose after all, he’s human too

you nod slowly. “i see.”

he brings his hand down to rub your shoulder. “have you told taehyung?”

at this, your heart stings

you want to cry

“um,” you say with a shaky voice.

he frowns. “oh god,” he mumbles. “what happened?”

you explain what happened in short so you don’t bawl in front of him

“oh, shit. i guess it’s my fault, then?” he rubs his hairline. “i’m sorry, i didn’t think he’d rush to you like that for a simple cold.”

you sniff. him saying that makes you realize taehyung really does care for you

“you should go talk it out with him.”

“what if he doesn’t want to see me?”

he shakes his head. “don’t be absurd. i don’t think taehyung has ever even considered spending a day without at least hearing for you. he’s probably counting down the minutes until he sees you again.”

ugh

he really knows what to say

you slowly nod and rise to your feet. “i’m gonna go to him right now.”

he gets up as well. “okay. just breathe and you’ll be fine.”

you sigh and turn to fully face him as you wrap your arms around his waist and bury your face in his chest, inhaling his scent

he hugs you right back, stroking your head and rubbing your back soothingly

“thanks for everything, yoongles.”

“nope,” he chuckles, “your privileges have been revoked. you don’t get to call me that anymore.”

you huff and smack his back which he laughs at

you pull back and pout at him

he chuckles and pecks your nose. “we’ll talk again soon,” he says

and you can’t help but smile

“absolutely.”

and with a final squeeze, he lets go of you and walks you to his front door

“you’re rushing me out. i bet sooyeon is coming over,” you joke as you open his front door

he’s suddenly quiet for a moment. “would that make me a bad person?”

you laugh and hit his chest. “jerk.”

he chuckles and watches as you leave, leaning against the doorframe with a soft smile on his lips.

well then

until our paths cross again, yoongi ♡

(wrote this entire scene whilst watching yoongi live on weverse to say his goodbyes after the enlistment news bitch im so fucking emotional rn shut the fuck up)

and now

it’s time

to go see taehyung

you make your way to taehyung’s home

and take a few breaths

trying to calm yourself

you need to calm yourself

you can do this

right as you raise your fist to knock

the door swings open

and you almost slam your first into taehyung’s face

luckily you stop yourself right before that happens and tae stares at you in surprise

“oh,” he quietly says. “i was uh…” he scratches his head. “i was just on my way to you.”

oh :(

you swallow thickly and watch as he steps aside to let you in

you walk in and your body wants to automatically fly onto his bed like you always do but you settle for the couch right now

he follows you and sits down on the coffee table to be able to face you instead of sitting down next to you

it’s quiet

real quiet

“i’m sorry–”

you both apologize in unison but you frown at him. “why are you apologizing?”

he blinks at you like you’re crazy. “because i was way out of line, y/n.”

he catches the quiver in your pout but doesn’t comment on it. “i always told you i’d never judge you but airing you out like that was the opposite of what i promised to always do for you. it wasn’t okay.”

you scrunch your nose a bit as you feel yourself getting emotional again

“so, you don’t hate me?”

he blinks at you like you’ve gone crazy. “are you insane?”

you press your lips into a thin line, hoping to hurt yourself so you can focus on that and not getting emotional

“taehyung, you sacrificed so much for me and i couldn’t even listen to the one thing you didn’t want me to do. i’d wanna kill me.”

he sighs quietly and shakes his head as he looks down at your fidgeting fingers. “oh, don’t get me wrong. i still wanna kill you but what i did wasn’t cool. i just,” he pauses as he tries to think of what to say.

“i didn’t mean to give you a ‘gotcha’ moment with that sensitive information but it was more my way of saying ‘i told you so’. you just make me so mad sometimes.”

you bite on your lip to stop it from quivering

“and the fact it’s been going on since the camping trip and i just, i thought about all the times you just lied to my face. you’d never done that before. we’ve always been honest with each other, you know? never in a million years did i think you would lie to me like that.”

you look down at your hands, realizing you’ve been picking at the loose flesh around your nails

“i’m always just thinking ‘it’s okay, she’s young’ whenever you screw up because you are. but i’m young too. and i’m scared too.”

it’s enough to have you silently crying again

he’s completely right

all of that pressure he’s been carrying with him

and he always looks so

careless and free

is that why he’s always drinking until he can’t fucking stand?

and he never ever once held it over your head

he never once pointed out that he carries all this pressure of keeping you safe and protect you

and you’re just a selfish cunt

“i know. i’m sorry, taehyung. i really am. it just,” you stutter as you shakily sniff for air, “it just happened.”

he glances up at you and nods, handing you tissues from his nightstand

“he needs us, taehyung. he needs you. he told me everything. he was just a boy.”

taehyung sighs as he puts the box of tissues down in front of you

you tell taehyung the storyline of you and jungkook

without the events of … yesterday and the day before that for obvious reasons.

and he doesn’t say much, just silently nods

it’s quiet for awhile as you both just sit there, not saying another word

until

“have you caught feelings for him?”

your breath hitches in your throat and your heart is beating in your ass

you make eye contact with him and he’s staring at you with a neutral expression

you furrow your brows and try to stop the involuntary quiver in your lips as you slowly nod to his question

he gently sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “does he know?”

you wipe your tears with the tissues. “yes. he confessed to me first.”

he then looks at you with a surprised look on his face. “jungkook told you he has feelings for you? jungkook?”

you blink at him, confused at the surprised tone in his voice. “well, he told me he was in love with me.”

he tilts his head to the side. “and you believe him?”

you shrug your shoulders. “not at first. and definitely not after hearing the mia thing but,” you pause for a moment. “he told me the full story and i don’t think he lied to me once as he did. so i do believe him now.”

he rubs his smooth chin with his fingers and slowly nods. “have you told yoongi?”

“yes.”

he leans back on his hands, his head tilted back as he stares at the ceiling. “where is jungkook now?”

you cough

“um…”

he lifts his head to look at you with a raised brow.

“he’s uh,” you glance at the front door. “he’s in the hall.”

taehyung blinks at you like you’re full of shit. “he’s here? in the hall?”

you slowly nod

taehyung stares at you for a moment longer before rising to his feet and walking to the front door

he swings it open and looks around the corner, just to see jungkook’s shadow at the bottom of the stairs

jungkook walks up a few stairs to see if it’s you but he makes eye contact with taehyung

and taehyung is just staring him down

jungkook quietly sighs and walks up the stairs, right up to taehyung’s front door

you watch from the couch, gripping the wet tissue in your hand still

jungkooks nose is still red

and his eyes are puffy

but neither of them say a word

just stare

at each other

until they suddenly kiss each other?

KNDKEJFKEJDKSJD

🍀 i’m just joking

they’re staring each other down in silence

until taehyung suddenly grabs jungkook by the collar of his shirt, knuckles turning white because of the tightness of his grip

jungkook just lets him

you shoot up from the couch in an instant, panic surging through your entire body

just as you’re about to call out taehyung’s name in hopes of stopping him

he pulls jungkook into a tight hug, maybe a little too tight

jungkook simply rests his chin on taehyung’s shoulder

and wraps his arms around him. “i’m sorry, hyung.”

they just hug in silence for a few moments until taehyung speaks up again

“you better not ever fuck her over or i swear i’ll have you jumped.”

jungkook chuckles and pats taehyung’s back. “i thought you were of the opinion that you should beat me the fuck up?”

is he insane

not the time for jokes, jungkook…

taehyung pulls back from the hug and stares at jungkook for a second with a frown on his face

…

before cracking his famous sheepish box smile. “i should but i know i can’t take you in a fight.”

LMFAOOOOO

what???😭😭😭😭

you snort and it makes both of them look at you

you suddenly feel like you’re being watched by the fbi or something the way ur standing there like 🧍‍♀️

taehyung lets go of jungkook and walks up to you, staring down at you with a furrow in his brows

“dumb people should never laugh.”

did he really just say that in the tone of that one nicki minaj tiktok audio😭😭😭

you pout and slap his chest

he chuckles and pulls you into a tight embrace, resting his chin on top of your head and not caring he’s suffocating you with his chest

but you simply keep your face buried there, inhaling his scent

and he literally just feels like home

he then says;

“good thing you’re dumb or else my life would’ve been really boring.”

to be continued

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riordanness · 7 months

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stranger - [l.valdez]

1.5K wordcount

warnings: angst

requested: no

prompt: you have the power to forget anyone if you say the word ‘stranger’ to them

"All you care about it your stupid machines!" I spat at my best friend, slamming my hand on a workbench in frustration. My voice was trembling, and my hands shook.

"All you care about is wasting my time!" Leo shot back, tears in his eyes. He blinked repeatedly, forcing them away.

"Wasting your time?" I scoffed. "That's what you call wanting to be around you? You're my best friend, and- and-" I swallowed back a sob.

Leo didn't take any notice, his attention already back on his newest invention, whatever it was. We were in Bunker Nine, the only place Leo ever spent any time in anymore. I barely saw him outside of his favourite workplace, and if I did, it wasn't for very long.

I had to come to the bunker to talk to my best friend, and ever then, our conversations were mostly one-sided, Leo being preoccupied with whatever gadget he was working on.

I felt like I was losing him, and it hurt, bad.

"Look," Leo said finally, "I don't have time to waste arguing with you, so either shut up or stay here, I don't care."

"Leo, I really need to talk to you. It's important." I stared at him, ashamed at how pathetic I sounded. I did want to talk to him, and it was kind of important. Today was the day I planned to finally tell Leo about my feelings for him. They'd been there for months now, ever since I'd first met him, really.

But recently those feelings had been growing burning hot. I could barely stand how much I liked the short Latino boy I called my best friend. In fact, if I was serious with myself, I was deeply in love with him.

"I don't have time for you."

Leo's words stung like nothing else ever had. I was so stunned I actually stumbled back a few steps, hot tears blurring my vision.

"Leo..." I began to cry, bawling like a child into my hands. I felt absolutely, ridiculously pathetic, but I truly couldn't help it.

"Look, just leave me alone, please," Leo said dismissively. "I'm really busy, and you're kind of bugging me."

I couldn't take this. It hurt too much. I'd promised myself I'd never use my power (or curse as I preferred to call it), but this was the final straw. I didn't want to live with this pain any longer.

"Stranger," I whispered, and crumpled to the ground.

***

"Y/N!"

My eyes slowly fluttered open, and the first thing I saw were a pair of concerned looking brown eyes, which were filled with tears.

I pushed myself up onto my elbows, and found myself lying on a battered old couch in a large workshop.

I blinked a few times, then looked at the person who'd been crouching beside me.

"Y/N...?" the Latino boy asked me, worry and guilt in his eyes, though I wasn't sure why. I didn't even know this kid.

"Who are you?" I asked softly, frowning a little in confusion.

"No..." the boy mumbled, tears spilling over his cheeks. "No, no, no. I'm so freaking stupid!" He kept muttering angrily at himself, and I couldn't help but feel a little bad for him.

"Hey, what's wrong?" I asked him, gingerly placing my hand on his arm. "Don't beat yourself up over it, whatever it is. I'm sure it wasn't your fault. And anyways, if it was, I'm sure you can fix it."

My words, while I intended them to help, only seemed to worsen the boy's despaired crying.

I looked on nervously, while this boy I didn't even know cried his heart out next to me.

"Um..." I said after a few minutes. "Where are we? And who are you, anyways? I need to get back to Camp Half-Blood -- its my home..." I paused. "Why a, I in this workshop? How did I get here? And who even are you?"

The boy slowly met my eyes. "My name is Leo Valdez," he said gravelly. "And we're in the secret bunker in the middle of the woods at Camp Half-Blood. Don't worry, I'll take you back in a minute."

I smiled. "Okay, thanks."

I settled myself into a more comfortable sitting position on the old brownish vouch, and watched curiously as the boy hurried to clean up a mess he'd aapparently made while building something.

"I am so sorry."

Leo's words startled me. "What for?" I asked in surprise. "You didn't do anything. I've never even met you before just now."

"You have the power to forget someone when you say 'stranger'," the boy replied miserably.

My eyes widened slightly, and I swore my heart skipped a beat. How did he know-? There was only one way... and it made me depressed just thinking about it.

"Did I..." My voice failed me. "Did I make myself forget you?"

The boy's expression told me all I needed to know.

"Oh." Even to myself, my voice sounded small. "I'm sorry." I meant it. I had no idea who this boy was, or what he had meant to me, but it was all gone now. Permanently, irreversibly, completely gone. All I could do was make new memories, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to. Who knew why I'd decided to forget him.

"Why did I do it?" I asked cautiously, watching Leo to gauge his reaction.

"Because I'm a stupid asshole," he replied. "You are- you were, my best friend, and I was stupid... I told you I never had time for you, and that spending time with you was wasting it."

I was quiet, listening. My fingers played with a loose thread from the couch's armrest.

"I was lying," Leo continued, "to you, and myself. I- I'd fallen in love with you, Y/N, and it scared me. I said I didn't have time for you because I was terrified that you'd be weirded out. That you'd not want to be friends anymore, or something. I-I know this is really weird, and I know you don't even remember me-"

His voice trembled, and I sensed that if he said anything more, he'd cry. I decided not to make him say anything.

I got up off the couch, and slowly stepped over to him. "Hey..." I started. "Don't worry..." I stopped myself. Why wouldn't he worry? Clearly, this was my fault, but he was blaming himself. Maybe he'd played a part in making me want to forget him. I wasn't sure, but I didn't want Leo to beat himself up over this. I wasn't worth that.

"I-" Leo shook his head. "I'm so freaking sorry, Sunshine."

"S-Sunshine?" I asked, my breath hitching. Maybe I didn't remember him, but something deep inside of me recognised that nickname.

Leo's face went red. "I'm sorry," he stammered. "That's what I used to call you, you know, before-" He blushed, looking down sadly. "Because, you know, you're a daughter of Apollo and he's the sun god, and--"

I stopped his rambling with a sudden hug, surprising us both. "Like I said, don't worry about it," I told him. "I- I think I made a mistake in making myself forget you. I really want to be friends again, if that's okay with you."

I watched his eyes light up. "Yes, yes please," Leo almost begged, squeezing me tightly. "I am never ever gonna forgive myself for making you so sad you wanted to forget me, but I don't want to lose you for anything."

I managed a smile, and sent a quick prayer to my dad, hoping he'd listen to me.

Hey dad? Please undo my curse. I mean, super awesome blessing from you. Just this once, please. I think- I think I was in love with this boy, and I don't want to lose that. Please let me remember him.

A few seconds later, I gasped, blinking a few times. "Oh my gods, Leo!" I said. "It- it worked! I-I remember you!"

Leo stared at me. "Really? But-"

"My, uh, power- it's from my dad, and I asked him for a huge favour and begged him to undo it just this once. Because..." I went red. "I had a feeling, and well, it turns out I was right."

"A feeling about what?" Leo asked curiously, fiddling with his tool belt.

"I had a feeling I had been in love with you before I, uh, chose to forget." I grinned sheepishly, kicking the ground with the edge of my sneaker. "And I was right."

Leo's smile was brighter than my dad's sun chariot, and his kiss filled me with much more warmth, too.

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explorevenus · 1 year

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Feeling absolutely devastated because of uni and grades all I’d want is the Leon that you write shower me in love and reassuring words :((((

awww honey :(

i’m so sorry you’re having a hard time. it means a lot to me that something i’ve written has brought you comfort during a tough time.

here’s a blurb to hopefully cheer u up ;~; it’s not specific to either canon!leon or yandere!leon, it can be read as either 💗

(writing this on mobile so i’m sorry if the formatting is shit)

leon had been away on assignment for a few days— the timing couldn’t have possibly been more inopportune. not only was he already apprehensive about leaving you to your own devices for any length of time due to pure paranoia, but you were currently being crushed under the weight of finals season.

you were barely sleeping, barely eating, barely blinking. you weren’t as gracious with yourself as he wished you’d be— you hardly allowed yourself any breaks despite how obvious it was that you’d needed one. on one hand, he understands. leon has always been one to absorb himself in his work that way. but you? he could hardly stomach watching you fold in on yourself more and more as the weeks dragged on.

still, duty calls, so away he went.

leon returned home on the cusp of 4 am and was pained to see the dull light of your laptop screen shining through the bedroom window. he didn’t even bother taking his bags out of the car as he headed inside and up the stairs to check on you.

you were practically right where he’d left you days ago, hunched over your laptop at your desk, hair thrown carelessly into a claw clip hanging loose at the nape of your neck, bundled up in one of his old hoodies that swallowed your body whole. you had your forehead rested on the desk before you— he almost thought you were sleeping until he heard a soft hiccup followed by a sniffle.

you were crying.

“oh, sweetheart…” he gasped, approaching you gently so as not to spook you. leon wasn’t even sure if you’d noticed him yet. “what’s the matter? why are you still awake?” he asked, resting a hand on your shoulder, feeling your body quiver beneath his touch as you sobbed.

you peeked your head up to look at him, bleary eyes shot red and overflowing with fat tears. your bottom lip wobbled as you drank in the sight of him, clearly trying to find the words to describe your situation, but once you did, it was like you’d unleashed a rushing waterfall of word vomit that you’d clearly been stewing on since he’d left.

“i put everything i had into this essay, i’ve barely slept, i studied the material until it was printed on the backs of my eyelids and my professor won’t accept it because i turned it in one minute after midnight,” you rambled, pausing to inhale a breath before you continued, “it’s ridiculous and unfair and now i’m gonna have to retake the entire course over one stupid essay, one fucking minute. and now my gpa is probably fucked too and i don’t know what to do because i tried talking to him and he won’t hear it, he won’t give me an extension, and i’m still not even done because i have another final due at 6 pm tomorrow—“

leon listened carefully, occasionally wiping away your tears as he tried to follow your rant. you were firing off so quick he wasn’t sure you were breathing.

“okay, hey, hey… shh… come here,” he interrupted you, opening his arms to draw you out of your chair and into his embrace. you clearly hesitated but ultimately gave in, in sore need of comfort. you couldn’t stop crying, soaking his shirt with tears as you curled into his arms and bawled. he rubbed your back, pressing soft kisses against the crown of your head.

“i-i don’t have time to take a break,” you wept, though you were still clutching him like you’d die if you let go. “i need to finish this paper…”

leon shook his head, tightening his arms around you. “no, sweetheart, you need to take a breather, okay? there’s no way you’re getting that paper done until you relax. everything’s going to be fine, i promise. i’ll make sure of it.”

he rocked you back and forth in his arms as you cried, wishing he had the power to just award you your degree himself. you had been so excited when you first began higher education and it pained him to see how much of a toll it had taken on you over the months.

after a while your hiccups and sobs had subsided and he was prepared to help you back to your desk… that is until he realized you were finally sleeping. he didn’t have the heart to wake you, and it was evident you needed a nap anyway.

instead he helped you over to the bed, tucking you under the plush covers with a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“you’re gonna be just fine, pretty girl,” he whispered, although he was doubtful you were conscious enough to hear him. “just get some rest.”

leon made sure to set an alarm for you that would hopefully give you enough time to rest and finish your paper before it was due.

exhausted from his assignment, leon snuggled in next to you and pulled you into his arms, drifting off alongside you in minutes.

your education could wait— your well-being could not.

#goddess on the mountain top #venustext #flufftext #resident evil #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #yandere!leon kennedy #yandere!leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy fluff

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AAHAHAHA OKAY, HI ITS JURRASIC WORLD ANON

Can i request a stray kids reaction to their partner absolutely bawling at the brachiosaurous scene please 😭 my friends had to console me for like 10 minutes cause it made me cry so hard

stray kids (ot8) reaction to their partner bawling their eyes out to brachiosaurus' scene <3

synopsis: it's time to watch the jurassic park franchise, and when an absolute devastating scene from the movie released nearly 8 years ago shows up, the boys aren't sure how to react when they find their s/o crying their eyes out.

warnings: gender neutral reader, spoilers?

author's note: guys this is literally me with meet the robinson's. everytime little wonders by rob thomas plays in the movie, BOOM. instantly moved to tears.

thank you so much for the request! please consider reblogging my post and leave a cute little comment to boost my work!!

chan was excited to see jurassic world! jurassic park and the entire franchise was an important part in the film industry, so for him to watch the movie for the first time with the love of his life was an absolute prime decision. the movie started off steady, and then it got interesting. and then, it got sad :( the same brachiosaurus from the first movie was caught in the fire, no where to go as the water expanded across the horizon. it was trapped. it was heartbreaking. gut-wrenching to watch. and he would've cried, he wanted to cry. small sniffles echoed across the living room wall, and he turned to see you laying your head on his shoulder, tears streaming down your cheeks. chan. immediately turned to comfort you, his hand brushing your cheek.

"oh, baby, it's so sad." his hands are gentle, as if he wasn't comforting you over an artificial created brachiosaurus. "it's sad, it's okay to cry." he used his thumb to wipe your tears and paused the movie until you felt consoled enough to continue.

minho had already seen a few of the jurassic park franchise movies. how couldn't he have? it's one of the biggest movie franchises of the world. he hasn't watched recent instillments due to a busy schedule, but when you mention finally watching the recent ones on his day off, he immediately took you up on the offer; popcorn, blankets, a nice comfortable pillow, cuddle sessions and a surround system turned up damn near full blast sounded like the perfect night, especially with his favorite person in the whole world. the movie was not too painful to get through, he did cringe at some dialogue throughout the movie, but all movies have those moments. he would've cried at the scene where the brachiosaurus was stranded on the island, but he personally felt like the scene was a bit rushed. he knew you. the second the scene came to an end, he turned to you and pulled you into his arms, kissing the top of your head.

"you're such a crybaby." he whispered, his hand rubbing your shoulder, "it was a bit sad though." he admitted, chuckling to himself. minho knew how quick to tears you could be at movies, and he'd be lying if he didn't find it cute; it just means you can find sentiment in everything. and he admired that.

changbin is totally a movie buff! he has seen the jurassic park movies at least 6 times in his lifetime, and he was probably one of the firsts leading the crusade for the newest movies. changbin loves the movies, and he was the first person at the movie theaters doors on release day, at the earliest showing, with his large tub of popcorn. so, when you told him you never saw the newest ones, he nearly dropped his jaw. how could you not?! he took this as an opportunity to introduce you to some of the greatest movies he's ever experienced. he set everything up, not accepting help from you, before he pulled out a dvd player, and gently placed the disc into the tray (these were the only dvds he owned tbh). he watched excitedly, peeking at you from the corner of his eye to gauge your reaction: happiness, excitement, tension, and of course, sadness. he cried in the theater when the scene came on, and he isn't afraid to admit that it still makes his heart squeeze watching the scene again.

both you and changbin sat on his bed, crying at the scene, the movie paused on the last glimpse of the brachiosaurus, which only made you both cry your eyes out more. changbin and you didn't share any words, but you both shared tears.

hyunjin can admit he has never seen the jurassic park movies. he wasn't a dinosaur kid, he was an ancient egyptian kid fs. he personally thought the premise of the movies were a bit silly. why would they open these parks if it always ended in disaster? but, here he was, sitting beside you, as you wore your acid-washed jurassic park pajama set, excitedly starting the movie. hyunjin was aware of how often you watched these movies, and how much you loved them, so he had no problem watching them with you if it meant he could see how happy you got (dinosaur kid and ancient egyptian kid solidarity). but one thing he could not understand was how you've watched these movies so many times, and you still cry your eyes out to the brachiosaurus scene.

hyunjin wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you cried, rubbing your shoulder comfortingly. okay, he gets it; the scene is sad, but he truly didn't understand why exactly this was so sad. that is until you cried out how the brachiosaurus in the sad scene was the same one from the very first one. then, he understood, and continued to rub your shoulder sweetly, not bothering to mention how you might have just made him a jurassic park fan.

felix has the entire movies memorized. you know that post on this website that says "i'm gonna watch shrek," and it's just the op replaying the movie through their head because they've watched it so many times? yeah, that's felix with jurassic park. he knows the lines, the jokes, the LORE. he had a 16 year hyperfixation on jurassic park, and he wasn't going to let it die! he's watched it so many times, that when you say you wanted to watch the recent ones, he can't help but say yes, like an excited puppy. i think felix has a good grip on his emotions during movies (or he's like me, where i dont understand something until AFTER i finish the movie) so he doesn't cry when he watches it but once he finishes the credits, the waterworks start.

and when he saw you crying about (in his opinion!!!) the most gut-wrenching scene in cinema, he felt his own tears bubble up, pulling you close to him. he's cried over this scene multiple times by himself, but now, he had someone who would understand where exactly he would be coming from. it was a nice comfort.

jisung... oh, boy. jisung definitely got the film spoiled for himself on twitter or youtube or something. he's not a die-hard fan, but he was planning on watching it soon! (it's been almost 8 years, bud, and it's still on his to be watched list). jisung was upset, and wouldn't open the app again until you sat down and watched it with him. jisung is a crier, he cries to movies, even when they aren't sad. but when they are sad, oh my god! he changes his entire personality to match that movie. he will never shut up about it.

jisung cried before your own tears spilled; the music, the shadow that reflected against the smoke. omg, he was breaking down. seeing him cry so hard, made you cry! well, him and the poor brachiosaurus made you cry. you were both hugging each other as you cried, jisung hiccuping about how it wasn't fair and that he would've went back to save them. he cried for the rest of the night,

seungmin is a lot like minho in a sense. he finds the scene rushed, so he couldn't find it in his heart to cry. seungmin watched the movie already, and he knows what happens. he knows it's sad, but he honestly can't find his tears for the scene, even when he first watched it. the scene to him felt sooooo rushed that he kinda just sat there, staring at the television screen, waiting for it to end.

but, he knew you were crying, so he threw an arm around your shoulder, pulling the blanket back over your legs and let you cry. he didn't have any comforting words to say since he couldn't even cry at the scene, but you were happy he even hugged you for the scene!

jeongin isn't a die-hard fan, or a casual enjoyer. he saw the movie once and called it a night. he didn't have any words to say or not about it. when you asked him if he wanted to watch it with you, he agreed, only because he wanted to spend time with you, and he had an excuse to hold you. i think jeongin doesn't honestly remember the movie, so he has to watch it multiple times to even remember, which is why he isn't much of a die-hard fan.

jeongin was crying by the time the scene came up on the screen, and he turned to look at you as your bottom lip quivered at the scene, your eyes pouring the liquid from your eyes. jeongin hugged you tightly. no words exchanged, only warmth, to give comfort to one another. after his second and third watch, it seems like every time he watches it, he cried like a baby each time. (me with meet the robinsons)

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 1 year

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Hello! May I request some romantic headcanons for Tanjiro!reader headcanons with yandere! Heracles and Hades? Like how they would meet and get together?

Hades

-You met the god of the underworld after Nezuko wandered off while you were delivering paperwork, finding him in her child form.

-He could tell that she was a demon, but she just beamed up at him, not at all afraid as he kneeled down, putting a hand on her head, “And who are you, little one?”

-Your voice called out from down the hall, “Nezuko?”

-Your sister instantly turned, calling out from behind her mask and ran as you rounded the corner, leaping into your arms as you kneeled, smiling in relief, “You shouldn’t wander off, at least too far from me.”

-You stood, Nezuko hugging you knees as Hades approached and you smiled, bowing to him, “Thank you for finding my sister!”

-Hades wasn’t bothered, but he then paused, seeing that you were a human, his eyes furrowing slightly, “You two are sisters?”

-You smiled gently, a hand on Nezuko’s head, as she was holding it there, “We are, Nezuko was originally human, but was changed into a demon after… after our family was slaughtered.

-He noticed the slight pause in your words, pain flashing across your eyes, but you were quick to stuff it down, smiling softly.

-Hades could see how strong you were, emotionally, he had to respect you for that.

-After inquiring why the two of you were in Helheim, you explained that you were delivering paperwork, working around Valhalla by taking some odd jobs, as you’re looking for information about how to change Nezuko back into a human.

-He held a hand over his mouth for a moment, a hum leaving him, “I know there’s plenty of records of humans turning into demons, but I can’t recall anything about changing them back. I can ask around if you want?”

-Both Nezuko and your eyes went huge, sparkles appearing all around the two of you as you smiled, “Thank you so much!” and Nezuko called out happily.

-Hades had never met a person like you before, you or Nezuko, but seeing your happiness, your elation at his offered help, warmed his heart.

-He wanted to see more of your smile, more of your kind heart. He wanted to see more of you.

-When Hades first asked you out, you still blush to this day, not realizing what he had meant when he asked, “Do you want to go out with me?” and you answered back with your own question, “Sure, where do you want to go?”

-Hades chuckled, thinking you were adorable before you realized what he meant, your whole head turning bright red, turning from him as you held your cheeks, a sound like a deflating balloon escaping you which made him roar with laughter.

Hercules

-Your main wing girl Nezuko helped you two get introduced after she got separated from you, in her child form, looking around in a park, lost.

-Large footsteps approached her from behind and she turned and looked up, seeing a huge man who was smiling so warmly down at her, “Hello there, are you lost?”

-Nezuko nodded, calling out from behind her mouth piece, unable to speak to tell him that she was looking for you, her elder sister.

-He smiled warmly, “Would you like to come with me? I can help you look?” she nodded, and he went to pick her up after kneeling.

-Running footsteps filled his ears before he heard a woman’s voice, “Get away from Nezuko!!” Hercules looked up as you came down on him, having leapt up, headbutting him hard, knocking him out and saving your sister.

-Hercules woke up a few minutes later, now under a tree, you comically bawling, tears shooting out the sides of your eyes like geysers, your fists up by your eyes as Nezuko patted his head lightly, where he felt a bag of ice, where you headbutted him.

-You apologized multiple times, bowing rapidly and repeatedly as he sat up, holding his head, but he wasn’t upset with you.

-After explaining yourself, you had thought he was some sort of scoundrel who was trying to take your sister away, but he just boomed with laughter, holding his gut, making you turn bright red in embarrassment.

-However, he lifted a hand, patting your head, grinning down at you, “You’re a good big sister! Nezuko’s lucky to have someone like you!” your cheeks turned a bit pink at his praise while Nezuko patted your head gently, mimicking Hercules.

-He was amazed to learn that you were a warrior, and even more so when he found out that Nezuko was a demon, but questioned how she was a demon while you were a human.

-You confided your trust with him, as he had been coming around to see both you and Nezuko more often, about what happened all those years ago, when your family was killed, and now you were looking for a way to change her back into a human, but with no luck so far.

-Hercules put his hand on the back of your head, patting gently, stroking your hair, calming you down, “I’m sure you’ll be able to do it!” which made you smile, hearing his faith in you.

-You began to look forward to seeing Hercules, as he seemed to seek you and Nezuko out each day, and Nezuko adored Hercules, viewing him as her big brother.

-The day your relationship with Hercules changed was when a man was harassing you while you were delivering papers, Nezuko napping in her box on your back.

-The man didn’t take your rejection lightly, backhanding you hard enough to knock you down, hard enough that one of the straps broke and the box went flying and Nezuko came tumbling out, crying out in pain.

-Before you could do anything you gasped, seeing Hercules holding the man up by his neck, glaring darkly down at him, as he had seen you go down, but he didn’t see you get hit.

-Hercules spoke, “Y/N are you all right?” you smiled softly, “I’m okay Hercules!” he glanced down at you and instantly he felt rage consuming him, seeing the shiner forming on your cheek.

-Nezuko was crying, cupping your cheeks gently as Hercules dragged the guy away to who knows where.

-When he returned he was quick to check on you both, carefully holding your cheek as you smiled warmly, assuring him that you were fine while Nezuko dragged her box over.

-Hercules held onto the box with one hand, Nezuko up on his shoulders, her hands hugging him around his forehead, and you were in his other arm, cradled carefully as he walked towards his house so he could get you some ice.

-You smiled warmly up at him, “Thank you for saving us Hercules.” he beamed down at you as Nezuko called out, “I’m just upset I couldn’t get to you two sooner! Nobody puts their hands on the girls I love!”

-You held your cheeks, turning bright red while Nezuko threw her hands up, cheering from behind her mask, Hercules smiling warmly down at you.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror heracles #ror hades

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ase-trollplays · 3 months

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The Final Goodbye

You're in one of the outdoor gardens watering the roses. It's a crisp sunny afternoon, and Cacoph is still asleep in the living room. You knew you took too much when he let you drink from him, and despite him repeatedly telling you that it's okay, you feel anything but. Tuuya taught you how to feed without downing your victim (Well, "donor" is probably the better word in this case). You know better than to take more than you should, dammit. With a sigh, you decide you'll apologize to him for the million and first time when he wakes up this evening.

For now, though, the gardens, trees, and shrubs needs your attention. You move from the rose garden to the vegetable garden when the sound of a familiar voice causes you to freeze and drop the watering can, which clatters to the ground and spills its contents all over the ground and your feet.

"Hey, bud. You wanna talk?"

You look over your shoulder, and standing there is none other than Karima in her signature black shirt, jeans, and purple hoodie with her wild hair shaved down on one side of her head. Her eyes are a stark empty white, but she otherwise looks exactly as you remember when you last saw her alive. Your legs quake as you turn to face her, and without a thought you run to her with your arms outstretched. Your legs give out on you after only a couple of feet, but your moirail is there to catch you when you fall and takes you into her arms.

The wailing sobs in your throat are impossible to stifle, and you cling to her so tightly that your claws tear holes into her jacket. However, she doesn't mind at all as she takes a seat in the warm grass and pulls you into her lap. The position is one so familiar and comforting to you, one you've missed so much, that your bawling increases to near hysterical levels, and your glow is all but blinding. However, she stills holds you close to her and pets your hair and hums to you like she always did when your emotional regulation failed.

She's here. She's here, and you can hold her and hear her. You'd burn the world to make this last forever.

You don't know how much time passes before your able to form words through your hiccuping sobs. It feels simultaneously like it's been hours but also only a few minutes.

"I'm-- I'm s-sorry! I'm so sorry! It's all-- It's all my fault! If I didn't-- If I hadn't killed Allmah s-she wouldn't have-- Fuck, I'm so sorry! It's all my fault!! I-- I'm so-- Karima I-- It's my fault! I'm so sorry!! I--!" You're barely coherent through your ugly cries, but she understands you completely like only she can. She holds you tight, holds you closer, and you sob into her and soak the front of her shirt with your seemingly endless tears.

"You didn't do anything wrong, Sunflower. This is Allmah's fault, not yours. Nothing she does is ever your fault. Please, please forgive yourself," she says as she runs her fingers through your hair. Despite your bawling, you hear her clearly and perfectly. Your crying only pauses when you feel drops of moisture land on the top of your head. You pull away and look up at her face to see tears running down her cheeks.

"But-- But if I hadn't killed her--" you start, but she presses a single finger to your lips to stop you.

"Then you would still be held hostage in her hive, and she would have probably killed me anyways. She's always had it out for me for 'stealing you' from her. Besides, if I had to choose between living while you're in pain, and dying knowing you're safe, I'd die a million times."

"You shouldn't have died at all," you respond and reach up to wipe her tears away. She leans into your touch, and you swear you're going to start crying again. You try to lean into her again, but she gently takes you by the shoulders and pushes you back just enough to keep looking at her face. More tears fall down as she looks down at you suddenly serious.

"Sunflower... You don't want to hear this, but you have to move on," she states, the ache in her heart palpable in her words. You stare at her in mild disbelief before your face crumples in heartache of your own.

"Wha-- N-no! I don't want to forget you! You saved my life, not just from Allmah but every time I tried to end it! You made me want to stay alive! You--" you start desperately pleading, but she once again gently presses a finger to your lips, and you silence yourself.

"I'm not saying you have to forget about me, but you can't keep living like this. Every day and night, you're completely miserable. Your light's so dim now it's like you aren't you anymore, and you can't imagine how badly it hurts to see you like this," she explains, and her breath hitches as she restrains the urge to start crying herself.

A hard lump forms in your chest as she speaks, and she's right: You don't want to hear this. Hearing your dead moirail telling you to move on almost feels like a betrayal. How are you supposed to adjust to your life without the person who meant the most to you in it? The person who was always there both emotionally and physically? The person you made the active decision to stay alive for until you eventually wanted to live for yourself??

"I can't... I can't do it. I'm so alone without you here," you choke out and look away from her in despair and shame. "I'm not strong enough."

She gently places a finger under your chin and tilts your head to look back up at her, and she's smiling through her tears. However, you can tell it's forced.

"You're not alone. You have all your friends, like Cacoph, and Tuuya, and Proxus, and Uunive, and Tantor. You even have Maeron now. Maeron, the woman you hated the entire time you knew her and never forgave and were always nothing but rude to. She's helping you knowing she won't get anything out of it." Karima manages a small laugh talking about her. It's almost funny that it took her death for you two to finally start getting along. "You have so many people that care and want to help you."

"But they aren't you. I want you," you plead, and she sighs and leans down to lightly touch her forehead to yours.

"I know you do. But I'm gone. That's reality now, and you can't keep fighting it. Promise me you'll move on. You don't have to forget me. Just please promise me you'll learn to live without me," she asks, practically begging you. Now she finally starts crying, and you can feel your heart shatter. Within seconds, both of you are crying, you louder than her, and the two of you hold onto each other in somber solidarity.

You don't how how much time passes before you're able to form words. It feels like hours, but also like only a few minutes have passed.

"I promise... I promise I'll try to live without you," you manage to blubber. "But can we... Can we stay like this?"

Karima pulls you into her even closer and kisses the top of your head.

"Of course, Sunflower. Take as much time as you need."

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Florah slowly opened his eyes and stretched in Karima's bed. Her scent was long gone from it, but it still brought him an immense amount of comfort to lie where she once lied. He could hear talking downstairs and, with a sigh, didn't give in to the urge to go back to sleep in hopes that the ghost of his moirail would visit him again. It was just a dream, but he still felt an obligation to follow through with his promise to her.

He had to learn how to live without her.

But he wasn't going to do so happily.

When he reached the living room at the bottom of the stairs, still in his sleepwear, he was greeted by the sight of Proxus and Cacoph halting their conversation and now looking directly at him. Without a word, Florah beelined for Proxus and clung to them tightly as he sobbed.

Proxus held Florah, rubbing his back for a while and letting him cry. They shushed him until the sobbing was more under control. "Tulip, you want to make some tea with me? We can talk or not, but it would do some good to have a warm beverage."

Still unable to coherently form words, Florah sniffled and wiped his tears away before nodding and following them into the kitchen as Cacoph went back to his palmhusk.

#things to read #Wild Flowers #Florah Cronoa #I was originally going to have Proxus wake him up #but I realized that would be a Bad Idea #bc Florah would have the angriest outburst at them for taking him away from Karima #Rainbow Connection #at the very end

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fandomsfunyeah · 2 years

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Obey Me! The Watermelon Disaster

Sharing a treat from the human world goes horribly,horribly wrong

On a typical Devildom afternoon,in the house of Lamentations Mammon the avatar of greed was in his room...

*Sniffle*

Mammon wiped his nose and the tears threatening to drop from his eyes..the human movie Mc told him about that he just finished ended on a bittersweet note. “It’s so sad...the two lovers only reunite after the man died saving her and she dies many years later...” Mammon’s lip still quivered a little,he was glad nobody else was around to see this.

But just outside the door.

Mc was finishing a text. “Yes Levi that’s right I need you to bring the sword up to my room right now for the surprise okay? I’ll meet you there in a few.”

“k you got it Mc brt :D” He texted back,giddy at the thought of using his replica Lord of Shadows blade again.

Mc put their phone away and knocked on the door. “Mammon are you in there?” “Ack?!” Mammon twisted around in alarm,hastily turning off the TV and grabbing a random magazine from a pile on the floor. “Yeah doors open.” He tried to sound casual and not like he’d just spent the past several minutes bawling over the ending of a romantic tragedy.

They open the door. “So...What’s up human? The Great Mammon is a little busy reading something important right now.”

Mc peered at the cover. “Witches gone Wild?”

Damn it,he shouldn’t have nicked those magazines from Asmo’s room earlier. He coughs and flings it across the room,before turning to look at them. They had moved closer to look at his face.

“Um...Mammon Have you been crying?”

“No” he said too quickly. “Dust got in my eyes....Obviously.” He lied. Badly.

Mc blinked and decided not to mention that the DVD case of the movie they’d told him about a few days prior was in full view on the coffee table.

“Right...I came by to ask if you’d like to come up to my room for something special.”

He was intrigued now,but still embarrassed so he practically shoves them out of his room as he quickly says. “Sounds good let’s go now Mc!’’ Wanting to distance the situation far behind him.

The two walked to the room in silence,Mc opened the door to find Levi waiting in a chair. He looked up in excitement at the sound of their footsteps and beamed,his smile fell when he spotted Mammon.

“Oh..Mc..I thought it would just be us.” He was annoyed at his older brothers presence.

Mammon was not pleased either. “I thought so too Mc what’s the deal with that huh? Why does he have to be here?”

Then Belphie popped out from under the blankets on the bed. “Hey...I’m here too you know...your both loud...Haa...too sleepy to deal with this right now...” He laid on his side to face everyone.

“Belphie?!” The older brothers exclaim in unison.

“What? I was invited.” He rolled on his back to snuggle into Mc’s bed again.

“Hey guys let’s just move along now okay?” Mc interjected. They walk to a corner of their room and lift something out of a bag before turning around. Levi and Mammon observed the strange object in Mc’s arms. It was oval shaped,big and had green stripes. Levi reached out and poked at it. “What is this?” he asked eyes sparkling with curiosity at the hollow noise it made.

“Watermelon,It’s a popular fruit humans like.” Mammon wrinkled his nose. “A melon filled with water don’t sound too tasty to me Mc.”

Mc Takes a breath. Sometimes Mammon

They smile,then respond. “It’s called that because it’s very juicy. Solomon and I took a quick trip today and I wanted to bring back one to share with you all.” Belphie rolled back over.

“Hmm...One might not be enough..” He says wistfully.

“Oh don’t worry,Solomon gave me a solution for that.” Mc says reassuringly. They walk over to the table they prepped earlier and carefully set the melon down as the brothers silently watched. They pause and turn their head back to them. “I need absolute silence while I recite the incantations...okay?” Both nodded and Belphie raises a hand and gives a thumbs up.

Mc closed their eyes,stretching out their arms over the melon,focusing their magic. They recite the spell in an ancient script with full concentration. The Watermelon glows faintly,then shakes before splitting once,then again and again until several dozen melons fill the bedroom.

Mammon and Levi are stunned.

“WOAHHA!! MC YOUR AMAZING!” Levi exploded in excitement. Mammon and Belphie cringed at the outburst.

Mc smiles again. “Thanks Levi. Bring the sword over please.” He practically bounced over to them. “So can you spawn as many melons as you want Mc? Or other things!?” Levi asked excitedly. They turn to answer but notice the gleam in Mammon’s eyes.

“I know what your going to say and the answer is no.” They state plainly.

“Aw Mc I was just wanting to make a little grim,I’d even share it with you.” He pouts and shows his best puppy dog face. “No.”

Turning back to Levi. “Well technically yes but...this is a powerful ancient spell that uses a lot of magical energy. So there’s a ‘cool down period’ before it can be used again...Solomon said about a day.”

“So...your Mana bar is drained for the day?” He asks.

“Well for this particular spell yes.”

Levi was ecstatic. Mc used their special once per day power just for them “Eee...Only your true best friend would do that.” Levi gushes.

Mc smiled. “Okay,help me cut this please.” He does so and soon there's many smaller slices and the room smells sweeter.

Mammon and Levi were a little hungry now. Mc handed them both a piece and sat on the bed next to Belphie. He looks at the melon slice...”Nyaa,can you feed it to me Mc?” He says trying to look cute,opening his mouth like a baby bird. “Alright.” They held it up so he could bite off chunks while they ate their own piece.

Levi and Mammon sniffed at their melon before taking a small nibble.

!!! It’s so refreshing like a drink and dessert at the same time

Levi eagerly consumes his slice while Mammon tries to be indifferent.. “Eh it’s good enough I suppose.” He hides a smile. “Mmm it’s nice..” Belphie lazily said. Now content,he licked the remaining juice off the corners of his mouth then settled back down to continue his nap..

“Okay,just about now...” Mc started to say,but a knock interrupted them.

“MC! I’m heeere!~” Asmo’s peppy voice rang through the door. Great he’s here too the older brothers thought

The door swings open. “Honey I’m home!~” Asmo runs over to the bed and squeezes them affectionately. Satan also walked in. “Good afternoon Mc.” He greeted politely. “I assume that’s the fruit you mentioned on the table?” They nod while wiggling out of Asmo’s embrace. “I’m going to get Beel,that leaves everyone time to eat some without issues.” Mc walked to the door then gave the room a look over.

“It should take around 15 minutes max...” They pause then look them dead in the eyes and point. “I expect my room to be how I left it,no fighting,no roughhousing and no digging through my personal items.” “Do we understand each other?”

All the brothers minus Belphie say Yes. “Good,now the cut melon is on the table,feel free to eat what you like and there’s a bowl to spit seeds in.”

Mc closes the door and goes off to find Beel.

Levi had grabbed another piece,he tried spitting seeds into the bowl,with surprisingly good accuracy. It was kinda fun actually. Mammon watched him,chewing on his own slice. “Huh,not bad.” Levi puffed out his chest a bit,feeling a little more confident. Mammon went on. “I think I’ll try it.”

He missed and spit on the table. He tried again. Miss. A third time,the same thing. Asmo had pulled out his phone and started recording. Mammon kept missing the bowl. “LOOL you suck!” Levi giggled.

Then something small and wet hit him in the cheek...”Did...did you just spit on me?!” Levi was outraged. Mammon grinned. “Yeah,whatcha gonna do about it little brother?~” He taunted.

Oh that was it. Levi had been pushed too far today. Asmo was still recording,shoving melon into his mouth and listening with his full attention. Satan tried to interject...”Hey now,Mcs going to get upset if we fight in their room..”

But it was too late,the third born had been provoked past reasoning. You could practically see the dark aura radiating off him. He barred his fangs and tackled Mammon,full force.

“Oy get off me!” The two thrashed around on the floor,a couple watermelons went flying in the scuffle and hit the walls and furniture...splattering. Oh...Mc will be angry..Satan thought.

Levi was shoved in the face and he accidentally knocked a small orb out of Mammons pocket. “Ack! That’s!” The orb hit the floor and activated,it reacted to the magic still lingering from Mc’s spell...

Beams of light shot out through the room and hit several melons,it was quiet for a brief moment then...the watermelons started to explode.

Belphie woke up to screaming and was covered in Watermelon guts and rind.

“My orb!” “Not my hair!” “EEEEAKKK!” “Not the books!” yelled Satan,he jumped in front of the bookshelf taking the melons splash full force.

The fruit had covered most of the room and all its occupants in juice and pink mush,rind chunks were everywhere...including the ceiling. Oh this is bad. They all thought.

Mc and Beel were talking. He was excited to try this new food they brought from the human realm. “You can make a fruit salad...and a drink from it?” He drooled a bit. “Mc...I have a few ideas for what other fruits we can use later..”

“Oh,that would be...” But then they heard a commotion as they stopped at their door...

“Wait...what’s that sound?” Mc asked concerned,they glance at Beel. It had only been 10 minutes surely they had kept themselves together that long at least? The door creaked open,to the brothers horror. Mc steps inside....and a large chunk of melon fell from the ceiling and hit them in the head.

Mc is stunned a moment,then looked at the scene before them...Mammon and Levi are on the floor and Satan was standing in front of their bookshelf arms out all of them coated in pink mush. Their eyes widen,they say nothing.

Beel walked in. Woah. he said flatly.

Then Mc finally speaks.

“Wha...What is all this!?? My room?! My melons?!”

“Belphie?!” Yelled Beel.

He rushed over to his twin who had just crawled out of a pile of watermelon remains and picked him up bridal style. “Are you okay?“

“Agh...Beel.” Belphie was now sticky and tired. “Mc...I think I need that mouth to mouth thing you told me about...” He groaned.

“Me too Mc.” Asmo scooted out from underneath their bed. “Oh...it was awful my makeup,hair and clothes are ruined!” He sighed dramatically,the juice smeared his mascara down his face.

They look at Beel,Yep they’re okay. Then turned to the others. “So...care to tell me what exactly happened here?” Their tone was calm,but icy.

“Ah Heh w-well you see Mc...the thing is..” Mammon and Levi both stuttered. But then Asmo cuts in. I have a recording of everything. He said holding up his cell. That little....Mammon thought

Asmo gave them a look that said you all will pay for ruining this outfit

He handed Mc his phone. Levi and Mammon can only stare nervously the next couple minutes as Mc frowned then anger flashed across their face. Specifically at the parts where Mammon set Levi off and the watermelons went flying everywhere. They felt an eye twitch.

Mc looks up and turns to face them with a glare to rival Lucifer,wordlessly hand Asmo his phone back and walk towards Levi and Mammon.

The two older brothers would be lying if they said they weren’t scared. Mc was usually calm,they could only think of a few times they actually got angry. Normally they didn’t even get upset with Mammon,this time however he had pushed his luck too far.

They go to Levi first,the poor otaku was dreading their reaction. Mc must hate him now he thinks,he ruined their room and the special fruit they brought...He squeezed his eyes shut and waited for them to start yelling.

“Levi.” He timidly looked up at them. “I’m not angry...just disappointed,so...I’m not going to have that game night we planned with you today. They say in a calm,stern tone. They move on,Levi is relieved but sad. “O-Okay Mc.”

“Mammon.” He tenses. I’m so angry with you right now,your going to clean this mess up...by yourself. “Wah...but that’ll take hours...Mc!” They dismissed him waving their hand as they walked over to the shelf. Satan was still standing there caked in melon,somehow he was able to protect everything from damage. They sigh. “Well at least my books are fine.”

“He smiled in satisfaction. “Your Welcome,now If you’ll excuse me,I’m going to clean up.” Asmo followed. “Agh I’m going to have to start all over...” He moans.

Ah Lucifer!? The two were startled. Unbeknown to everyone else he’d been watching since Mc and Beel had first got back to the room.

Quietly observing how things unfolded. He thought it was so hot Ahem ‘responsible’ when he watched them handle his brothers with such a commanding air about them. He decides to be nice and not scold Mammon. This time.

“Mc,I came as soon as I was able to after I received your text.” He looks at the destroyed room. “It appears there were some...complications.” Mc grimaces.

He takes their hand,brushing the top of it with his thumb. “Well...to make up for my brothers antics,how about you come to my office and have some tea?” He says smoothly.

Said brothers were gobsmacked,If Lucifer thought he could just show up after everything and take Mc somewhere alone...they were about to protest.

But Mc,gently removed their hand from his.

“Sorry,not right now Lucifer. I’ve got a headache...but Thank you for the offer.” They leave the room,to his disappointment,he sighed and turned to Mammon. “You better have Mc’s room clean by the time they return Mammon.”

With a swish of his cape he leaves to return to his work.

Mc knocked on the door of Purgatory Hall.

Simeon answers. “Oh..? Mc what a nice surprise. The angel smiles. “Luke Mc came to visit.” He yells toward the kitchen.

They come inside. Luke comes running and Solomon glanced up from a tome he was reading on the couch. He does a double take and frowns slightly.

“Mc why is there a piece of watermelon in your hair?”

They can only sigh in exhaustion. “Please don’t ask any questions Solomon.”

#obey me #obey me mammon #obey me fic #obey me levi #obey me leviathan #obey me chaos #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #obey me imagines #obey me x reader

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legitelizabethwwefan · 2 years

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Anxiety Attack - Jett, Reyna, Skye x General Reader

A/N: I was inspired by @letsskiptothewedding, who wrote headcanons about how certain Valorant agents would comfort their S.O. during an anxiety/panic attack. I decided to write small scenarios, albeit with just 3 of the 6 agents in the original post. If you guys want me to write the same idea with other agents in mind (male or female), please send me suggestions in my ask box!

I tried to make the scenarios fairly different for each agent. Also, I wrote these imagines with a general reader in mind.

If you want to request anything, you can do so here.

Word count: 2,076

Warnings: Brief mention of blood and death.

JETT:

You and Jett had been sent on a simple recon mission by Brimstone to Ascent. It sounded simple when he had explained what you two had to do. But as luck would have it, the mission would be anything but simple.

Mirror Astra, Mirror Fade and Mirror Phoenix had caught you both off guard, resulting in an ugly shoot out. You had managed to dodge any bullets flying your way by taking cover in the boathouse.

“Jett, come on!” you had cried in the midst of the gunfire.

It wasn’t until you had found refuge in the boathouse that you had realized Jett hadn’t followed you. You were forced to leave your hiding place to find her.

It only took you a few minutes to find your girlfriend in a crumpled heap near the garage switch on B site. Blood poured from so many different spots that you didn’t know where to begin stopping it.

“Jett, I’m so sorry,” you said, your voice cracking with emotion.

Jett shook her head weakly. “Are you okay, Y/N?” she croaked.

“I’m okay,” you replied. “Please stay with me, Jett!”

But it was too late. Jett’s grey-blue eyes slowly closed as she drew her last breath.

“No, no, no!!!” you screamed, unable to comprehend this new reality.

...

You woke up in a panic, eyes darting over to your left. Your racing heart calmed down slightly upon seeing Jett curled up beside you in bed. She was sound asleep and completely unaware of your awful nightmare.

Not wanting to wake her, you snuck out of bed and went outside to get some air. It was only once you got outside and saw the sunrise that you lost it. You sat on a bench and loudly wept into your hands. Your body shook violently as you sobbed about the nightmare you just had.

The thought of losing Jett- your loving, amazing girlfriend- had crossed its mind more times than you cared to admit. But the nightmare had felt so real that it reminded you that it could happen. Even though neither of you had a mission coming up soon, you couldn’t shake the thought of Jett dying on her next mission. On the battlefield, nothing was guaranteed.

It felt your anxiety attack had gone on for hours. But it had only been for about 15 minutes or so when you felt a small hand touch your shoulder out of the blue.

“Y/N?”

You spun around to find a worried Jett staring at you, still wearing her pyjamas. She played with a couple of her knives in the other hand- a habit she did to calm her nerves.

“Sorry, I...I didn’t mean to worry you,” you said, still bawling.

“I heard you leave, but I didn’t want to bother you in case it was work-related,” Jett explained. “I knew something was up, though.”

“Yeah,” you remarked.

“Anxiety attack?” Jett asked.

You nodded. You had had an anxiety attack once in front of Jett after you had accidentally hurt her during training. But it had been a long time since it happened again.

“Wanna talk about it?” Jett offered, taking a seat beside you.

“I...I had a nightmare... We were on a mission together...I ran away for cover, thinking you had followed me...but you didn’t. I found you... There was so much blood. And then...you...”

You couldn’t bear to finish explaining. More tears flooded from your eyes as you rested your head back in your hands. You managed to choke back a sob that almost escaped your throat.

“Y/N...” Jett paused to put her knives away. “I’m so sorry you dreamt that. But I’m right here, okay? I’m tougher than I look.”

“I know you are, but...things can happen,” you pointed out.

Jett knelt in front of you and grabbed your hands. “It was just a nightmare, okay? It didn’t happen. And I promise to do my best to be safe.”

You nodded as you exhaled a shaky breath. “I promise the same.”

Jett stood up and gave you a tight hug. You wrapped your arms around her petite frame, pulling her close to you. She sat on your lap, giving you the perfect chance to kiss her forehead. She looked up and planted a big kiss on your forehead in return.

After exchanging a kiss on the lips, Jett wiped any lingering tears from your face. “Wanna get changed and go on a run with me?”

“I’d like that a lot,” you replied as a smile crept onto your face.

You followed Jett back to your place to change for the impromptu jog. Leave it to your loving girlfriend to help your anxiety.

***

REYNA:

Tonight was the semi-annual banquet held at headquarters. It was always a fun affair full of dancing, drinking, laughing, and socializing. Any excuse to let one’s hair down and have fun was always welcome and taken advantage of.

Every agent looked forward to the banquets to varying degrees. But you had never been one for such parties. Large crowds of people wasn’t your idea of fun. Yet you sucked it up every time for the sake of your fellow agents- especially your girlfriend. Reyna always loved spending time with you at these banquets.

But as you scanned inside your closet for tonight’s outfit, you felt your heart start to race inside your chest. You didn’t want to be anywhere near this banquet. You just wanted to have a quiet night in in your comfy clothes, far away from the chaos that the banquet always brought on.

Despite this, you got dressed and went down to where the banquet was being held. Reyna had promised to meet up with you inside, but...

You glanced inside at the few agents milling about inside, chatting away without a care in the world. No doubt they were already pre-gaming amidst the loud music blaring in the room.

I don’t wanna be anywhere near this, you thought as your heart rate skyrocketed.

You darted back to your place without so much as a second thought. You slammed the door shut and sank onto your bed as you began hyperventilating. Every attempt to calm your panicked breathing failed miserably, causing you to cry in frustration.

You didn’t know how much time had past when you heard someone knock on your door.

“Y/N? Are you in here?” Reyna asked.

You cursed to yourself before responding. “Go without me, Zyanya.”

Reyna opened the door anyways, frowning at you. But her annoyance quickly turned to worry when she saw the pained expression on her face.

“I don’t wanna go to the banquet tonight,” you blurted. “It’s so hot and crowded...it’s never been something I like. I hate it, Zyanya. It always makes me uncomfortable. You can go if you want...but I can’t do it.”

For a moment, neither you nor Reyna said a word. You continued crying and borderline hyperventilating while she watched on.

“I...I don’t know how to help you, Y/N,” she confessed, her voice unusually small.

You couldn’t help but laugh. You realized that you had never had an anxiety attack in front of Reyna before. How could she respond if such a thing hadn’t happened before? You couldn’t find it in yourself to be angry or frustrated with your girlfriend.

“I just don’t wanna go to tonight’s banquet without you being mad at me,” you explained after taking a moment to compose yourself.

“I would never be mad about that, Y/N,” Reyna replied. She sat beside you on your bed and rested her hand on yours.

“You promise?”

“I promise. But I would rather spend time with you, cariño. May I please stay with you?”

You bit your lip. “I know you like the banquets, though.”

Reyna smirked. “They’re not as fun without you, cariño. Spending time with you is more important.”

You nodded as a smile grew on your face. “I’d love it if you kept me company, Zyanya. Thank you.”

Tonight may not have been the night either of you had in night. But it turned out far better than either of you could’ve imagined.

***

SKYE:

Today was a good day for training. In fact, you had promised Skye to meet up with her that morning to practice your target practice. She had wanted to train with you for a while now, but your schedules hadn’t lined up until today.

But this morning wasn’t good to you. You had woken in the worst mood, dreading even the most mundane of tasks. It had taken every last bit of you to just get out of bed and brush your teeth.

By the time you had completed those every day tasks, your mind suddenly went into a dark place. Your heart pounded in your chest and your head felt as though it was spinning at a mile a minute. You forced yourself to sit on the floor, your back resting on the wall. You tried to slow your shallow breathing, but that proved to be in vain. Tears brimmed your eyes as you tried to rationalize why you were feeling so off.

You were so preoccupied with your troublesome thoughts that you hadn’t even paid attention to the sound of someone knocking on your door. But you did catch a familiar woman’s voice at the last second.

“Y/N?”

Shit! You had forgotten about your training session with Skye in the midst of your anxiety attack. She had already left your place from staying the night before, no doubt to get a work out in or something. The sudden realization made you cry harder as you buried your head in your hands.

“Y/N?” Skye repeated, her voice laced with concern. “Are you okay, love?”

“I’m fine,” you called out, hoping that you sounded convincing despite your crying.

“May I come in?”

You staggered to your feet and wiped your tears away quickly. You opened the door to find Skye wearing workout gear, a puzzled expression evident on her face.

“Are you skipping out on me?” she asked, placing her hands on her hips.

“No, I...I overslept,” you lied.

Skye raised her eyebrows. “That doesn’t sound like you, love. You sure you’re okay?”

You couldn’t keep up the façade any longer. A fresh batch of tears began to fall, leaving Skye more confused than before.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” she asked. “If you didn’t wanna train, you just had to tell me. I would’ve been disappointed, sure, but not mad. It’s no big deal.”

For whatever reason, hearing that made you cry harder. You sank to the floor as sob wrecked havoc on your body. It was bad enough to have an anxiety attack. But to have on in front of one of your comrades? That was beyond embarrassing.

“Sorry...anxiety attack,” you blubbered through your crying fit.

Skye sat beside you on the hard floor. “I...I had no idea, Y/N. I’m so sorry. I wasn’t trying to upset you.”

“No, don’t apologize,” you blurted. “It’s not your fault, Kirra.”

“Let’s skip the range, okay? Why don’t we go for a walk instead? It’ll help clear your mind, love,” Skye said.

You wiped your tears and looked back at Skye. She had a small grin on her face while one hand rested on the small of your back.

“You don’t have to, if you don’t want to,” she added.

“No, I...I should get out of here,” you remarked. “I’m sorry for losing it like that in front of you.”

Skye dismissed your concerns with a wave of her hand and a peck on your head. “Don’t even worry about it, love.”

She helped you up off the floor and left your place so that you could change into your workout clothes. You then followed Skye outside on her favourite hiking trail. It was just challenging enough for her, but easy enough on a hiking novice like yourself.

“I’m sorry, Kirra,” you said shortly into your walk.

“Love, please don’t apologize,” Skye replied, her tone comforting. “We can train another time, okay? It’s hardly a big deal.”

“But I know you were looking forward to it,” you countered weakly.

“Your feelings matter more than training,” Skye insisted. “I promise.”

You grabbed her hand and stroked it with your thumb. She gave your hand a gentle squeeze, making you smile for the first time today. If ever there was a time you were grateful for your girlfriend’s kindness and patience, it was now. You couldn’t have asked for anyone better.

#jett x reader #reyna x reader #skye x reader #valorant jett #valorant reyna #valorant skye #valorant x reader #jett valorant #reyna valorant #skye valorant #valorant #imagine #imagines #valorant imagine #valorant imagines

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palettehao · 2 years

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It is actually so vile how they put the van scene 18 minutes into episode 8 because I sat there thinking about it the entire time and couldn't get Will crying out the window out of my head. I'm so serious when I say I would think about it when the Russia plotline came on (cause it was going for too long and I stopped caring) so my mind would wander back to Will and that damn scene and I started bawling my eyes out to the point I had to pause the show cause I couldn't see anything.

This happened a few times like why would they do that to me 😭

#im so sensitive whenever it comes to Will #i cannot even think about everything he's been through without tearing up #and then i have to start thinking about something else so i dont cry about it #its mental illness luv #i don't ive ever been this emotional over a fictional character #byler #byler tumblr #will byers #mike wheeler #byler season 4

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lindzaylove · 2 years

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S. H. | Pushing Forward

ship: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

trigger warning: eddie x reader x steve; swearing; chrissy x eddie

wordcount: 3.3k

a/n: i wrote this simply because i could see the plot in my head and had yet to read one like this. little editing.

No one expects to see their crush on top of someone else. No one is happy; no one is enthusiastic. But you? You had to pretend. You had to fake it. It was Eddie, after all. Your Eddie.

“Hey, Eddie, I knocked but you didn’t answer so I-“

You froze. Eddie fell off his bed, sans shirt. The familiar face of Chrissy Cunningham was looking up at you as she lay in said bed.

“Y/N, what are you-“ Eddie scrambled to get up. He followed you back toward the trailer door.

“Sorry, I just had some free time and figured- Sorry I didn’t know you were with- I’m sorry, Eddie.”

“Hey, it’s no big deal. Just didn’t know you were coming,” he shrugged it off. “We can all hang out-“

“No, you guys can hang! Steve and Robin mentioned a movie night so I’ll go over there.”

“Are you sure? I’m sure Chrissy wouldn’t mind.”

“No, it’s cool Eds. No worries. See you!” You ushered yourself out the door, the screen door slapping closed in your rush. He didn’t wait long in the doorway watching you get to your car, closing the door, and heading back to her.

All that to end up at Steve Harrington’s door, trying not to cry. A quick knock and he was there, pajama pants and all.

“Hey, I didn’t think you were gonna make it,” he offered a smile, the classic Steve Harrington one that everyone knew. It was comforting, at least.

“Change of plans,” you shrugged. “May I come in?”

“Oh, yeah,” he stepped out of the doorway. “Robin bailed, so I figured I was just gonna eat what I had. Did you want anything?”

“I don’t think I can eat right now.”

“Are you okay?”

“I don’t really want to talk about it.”

It was a lie. Thirty minutes into Sixteen Candles you started crying bawling your eyes out. Steve was quick to pause the movie, and pull you into a hug. He didn’t have to say anything. He just knew you needed to let it out.

“I saw Eddie with Chrissy Cunningham.”

“What?” Steve asked, pulling away to look at you. “He didn’t tell you about them?”

“I finished up early today, so I figured I’d swing around his. He had mentioned he was just gonna hang around the trailer. So I knocked and heard nothing. I went in like I normally would. She was there, under him. They were making out.”

“God, I’m sorry Y/N,” Steve sighed, pulling you in for another hug. Steve was an excellent hugger, you knew that. As much as you wished Eddie had chased after you, you were happy to know Steve would always make room for you.

Steve never made any rude comments about Eddie, even if he didn’t necessarily like the guy. Obviously, you were into him, so it didn’t make sense that Eddie would do that to you. Steve couldn’t really ever tell what Eddie was thinking though, even though he knew a lot about him through you. Over the next few weeks, he learned a lot as Steve became your go-to person when you were feeling sad. But Steve was okay with that. If you didn’t count the sad glances he shot at Robin.

The longer you spent with Steve, the less you talked about Eddie. You missed him, sure, but you were afraid seeing him would drag it all the way back down. It’s the reason all your free time was spent at Family Video. The safety blanket of Steve and Robin made the heartbreak softer, though some days Steve knew he should just rent Sixteen Candles and let you cry.

One day, you were feeling better. Sitting on the desk, telling Steve about a book you had read with several plot twists. You were laughing at all the faces he was making as he tried to understand the words coming from your mouth. Though Robin and Steve went rigid, you didn’t notice Eddie come in.

“Hey,” Eddie said, sliding his arms across the counter. You jumped down, looking at him in silence.

“Hi, Eds,” force of habit. You were mentally smacking your head on the counter when he spoke again.

“You missed another Hellfire Club meeting.”

“I told Gareth to find a sub.”

“I know; he did.”

“Oh.”

“It’s not the same without you.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t know when I’ll be able to make it back,” it was a lie. Even if you were a good liar, Eddie was your best friend and could see right through you. He didn’t press it though, just nodded. He looked at Robin and proceeded to ask her about renting a movie. For him and Chrissy. If only the ground could have swallowed you whole.

The avoidance of Eddie continued. You were sure you didn’t want to see him or talk. Steve didn’t mind, not really. He was glad you had a friend like him around to help. He wasn’t spending time with anyone else either; his focus was on you. Dustin said that was love, but Steve knew what love felt like. He’d loved Nancy (though Dustin’s persistence did frighten him a bit).

It really clicked for Steve when he was in your room while you took a quick shower. He’d been in there a handful of times before, but being alone in there meant you trusted him. It was a big shock to him, that you would let him in your most personable space unsupervised. He was looking at your polaroids, your posters, the pages you’d ripped from magazines. Your room was the spitting image of you. He liked it, probably too much.

It was yours, it was you, so did that mean he liked you?

You wouldn’t find out that night one way or another. You came out in some pajama shorts and an old tee, drying your hair with a towel. Steve had one of your dice in his hand, staring at it in the light coming from your lamp.

“I really like that shade of blue,” you told him. He jumped at the sound of you, dropping the die and searching your floor for it.

“Sorry- Me too,” he said, standing up again. The blue die sat between his thumb and middle finger, arm extended toward you.

“Has Dustin ever offered to show you how to play?”

“Like twice, then he gave up on me.”

“Do you want to? I can show you my character and you can see how you like her.”

“No promises?”

“Just a look over, swear.”

You helped Steve make a character that night (a barbarian with a God-complex) and went more in-depth about Hellfire. After a few more days, you got him to agree to go to Hellfire with you (Dustin would tell him later that’s how he knew he was whipped).

“What’s he doing here?” Eddie pulled you from Steve, hand wrapped around your arm. You rolled your eyes and shook free.

“He made a character. He wants to try, Eddie.”

“Dustin’s begged him all semester. How do I introduce his character right at the end anyway?”

“Oh, you can’t handle adding an additional player?” You joked, and your heart didn’t even heart that bad. “What kind of Dungeon Master are you?”

Steve’s character may have died, but it was the most fun you’d had at Hellfire in weeks. It was funny to watch Steve make the obviously wrong choice and role poorly. He was enthralled by Eddie’s storytelling though, which mimicked the way you told stories (it was a little more aggressive than you but just as dramatic). With a quick goodbye to Eddie, you and Steve were out the door in no time.

Eddie, left to clean up by himself, was curious if anything was up with you. You’d been distant. Then, out of nowhere, you show up to the meeting and bring Steve Harrington with you. He thought he might be going crazy. It was you, after all. His best friend. He should be able to tell if something was wrong. He couldn’t place his finger on it for all he tried.

“You know, I think it could be us,” Chrissy told him as he dropped all his things on the floor of his room later that night.

“Us?”

“She did walk in on us about to have sex. I’m sure I would be traumatized if I saw my best friend with someone I didn’t even know they were seeing,” she explained. “Just give her a chance to hang out, just you two. It’ll all work out.”

He calls you, and you’re a bit surprised to hear from him. He wants you to come over, watch a movie, and hang out. Eddie specifies that there will be ‘no unwanted guests’ which makes you feel bad because you know he’s still seeing Chrissy. You missed your best friend though, so you agreed. Friday, his place, six.

On Thursday, he went into Family Video. Steve was watching Back to the Future for the third time that week (a favorite of his) when he heard Eddie knock on the counter. What Steve was least expecting (even more so than Eddie himself) was that he was requesting a movie for you and him.

“You two have been hanging out a lot. What movie is she really into right now?”

“She’s been really into Sixteen Candles - but it isn’t an everyday type of watch. She likes that movie because it is simple and easy to watch. If you’re looking more for horror, try Carrie. She doesn’t think it’s that scary, but it sometimes gives her nightmares. Oh! We saw Footloose recently and she hated it. A good hate-watch.”

“Woah, you guys watch a lot of movies.”

“It’s kind of my job.”

“We’ll just watch Sixteen Candles.”

Something about you watching Sixteen Candles with Eddie bugged Steve. It bugged him so hard that he finally told Robin and she laughed at him. Like doubled over, tears down her cheek, and couldn’t breathe laughter. She told him the same thing Dustin had said multiple times.

“So you’re really whipped, huh?”

He wanted you and Eddie to be friends, and nothing more. He liked your smile and your laugh. He liked how you pretended not to find Friday the 13th scary or thought Breakfast Club was too good for the time. He liked how the blue top fit you and even more when you wore his hoodie instead. He liked the smell of your room and your hair after you showered. He liked how you talked to Dustin and Will like they were geniuses and you were on their level when you never really knew what was going on. He liked the way you came to him before anyone else for anything. An A, a scraped knee, a burnt bag of popcorn, or a bad dream. He liked being there for you, holding you, watching your eyes light up at a stupid joke, or pushing him when he said something really dumb. It was all the pieces of you he knew and wanted to learn more about you. He wanted to really know you, all of you.

And don’t get him started on how attractive you are; he might actually run out of breath trying to explain it all.

Meanwhile, you’re sitting outside Eddie’s trailer at 6:03 wondering if you made the right choice. You were too scared to knock, too scared to replay that night all over again. You see Max, headphones on as she comes out of her trailer. You wave, a little embarrassed because it’s Max ‘takes no shit’ Mayfield and you just know she’ll tease you about how nervous you are.

“Aren’t you going to go in?” She pulled a headphone off her ear, the other still in place.

“I’m a little scared,” you smiled at her. “I haven’t been here in weeks.”

“I noticed,” she shrugged. “You should just go in. She hasn’t been here today.” Then, she walked over to the dog that had been barking since you pulled in. Trusting Max, though the age difference should have made you wary, you finally knocked on the door. It was silent for a few awkward moments before Eddie opened the door.

“I thought I heard something, but I couldn’t tell if it was you or Mayfield with that damn dog,” he smiled.

“Both, actually!” You laughed, closing the door behind you. “Did you order pizza?”

“It’s actually some leftovers Wayne had. You mind?”

“Nah, Wayne always has the best leftovers,” you felt comfortable, almost like nothing had changed. You were sure something would happen, that fixing your friendship couldn’t be done over a movie and some half-cold lasagna.

“I got Sixteen Candles to wa-“

“No.”

He stared at you, mouth agape. No? Since when do you tell Eddie Munson, your best friend, no? Let alone in a harsh, mean, terrible tone. You felt sick. How could you watch Sixteen Candles when you’d cried about Eddie with the soundtrack playing in the background? When Steve held you in silence and watched the movie, making jokes even though you knew he secretly liked it. When Steve always wore that one sweater because he knew it wasn’t itchy when you laid your head on his should at the end when you cried because finally she got the guy of her dreams.

“Steve said you loved this movie,” Eddie filled the silence.

“Maybe some other time,” you mumbled, getting off his couch. “I’m gonna go, Eds.”

“Go?! You just got here!”

“I can’t-“ you couldn’t finish your sentence. You sat your plate on the table and quickly made your exit. All you could think about was how Steve smelled the last time you’d watched the movie and how it smelled each time he hugged you. You were at his house so quick you were sure that even Hopper would have pulled you over.

“Y/N? What happened to your plans with Eddie?” Steve asked before you even knocked. “Is everything okay?”

You kissed him. Hands on both of his cheeks, pulling his head toward you. His lips were warm and tasted of that chapstick you told him you liked. His skin was soft, even when his hands met at the base of your jaw with his thumbs moving back and forth. It was a breathless, powerful, enticing kiss. Then, it was over, leaving heavy breathing and pink cheeks.

“I-“ you blinked.

“It’s okay,” Steve whispered. “Take your time.”

And you do. One week to figure out one: why you kissed Steve and two: why you didn’t feel any guilt about it. You wanted to kiss Steve, and he wanted to kiss you. It was obvious. You just couldn’t understand why you would do that if you liked Eddie. Did you like Eddie? What was going on??

Eddie had similar questions, though they resembled more of “Is Y/N in love with Steve? Have they been together? Why?” Always a lot of why questions.

To answer his questions, he heads to Family Video. He assumed you’d be there, or even Steve. Neither of you were, and Robin was very upset about working with Keith alone. Seeing Eddie and having him distract her with her favorite not-couple was actually the best part of her day.

“Eddie, you have to swear you won’t tell a soul what I’m about to tell you. They’ll kill me.”

“Wha-okay?”

“They kissed!”

“When?”

“The night she went to hang out with you. It was really amazing. That’s what Steve said anyway. He was so happy they kissed,” Robin mumbled. Eddie felt shattered. You didn’t trust him with that information? You felt like you couldn’t tell him about you and Steve because what? He didn’t tell you about Chrissy? It clicked then. Why would you tell him about Steve when he’s never told you about Chrissy?

Coming on the end of the week, you and Eddie made plans again. You decided your house this time, laying on the floor of your bedroom while he hung off your bed. There was a comfortable silence between you two - at least you thought so.

“So,” Eddie cleared his throat. “You and Harrington, huh?”

“You’re one to talk, Mr. Cunningham,” you laughed, turning to look at him. “How’d that happen anyway?”

“She was having trouble sleeping, so she decided to try some Special K to see if it would calm her down. I always thought she was this kind of unattainable person like she was literally an angel and I was some sort of evil,” Eddie sat up, a blush on his cheeks. You sat up too, hanging on every word of their love story. “She came over to buy and I had Iron Maiden playing. She said she liked that song, and we got high and listened to more. We still aren’t official, but she’s really special.”

“Eddie Munson, a whipped piece of-“

“Shut up,” Eddie through a pillow at you, making you laugh again.

“I’m happy for you. Really,” and you meant it. You really just wanted you’d best friend to be happy; you couldn’t deny that.

“What about Steve? How’d that happen?”

“Oh, well,” you shrugged. You didn’t know how to explain your relationship (or lack thereof). “He was always there. A bad day, a good day. He makes me feel special- like my time is worth the weight of the world. He pays attention to all the little things I do, even if he just remembers what brand of candy I prefer. He makes sure to tell me bad jokes because he knows I can’t help but laugh. Steve, I guess, was always there. It just took me a while to notice.”

Your face was hot, and you wanted to talk about Steve forever. You wanted to talk about the way Steve kept a stash of hair-ties in his car or how he always picked you up first (and then dropped you off last). You wanted to talk about the way the kids would always pair you two up for anything; Max would try to hide her smile at the sight of the two of you. Steve gave you his jacket if you were cold. Steve looked at you…..he looked at you like he loved you.

You and Eddie finally got to a point where you two could be best friends again. You spent those hours talking about everything, including things you’d done with either Chrissy or Steve. You explained about the movie and the kiss, and he nearly kicked you out about the fact that you were being chicken shit about it.

But Steve picked you up. One of your favorite bands was playing, a necklace you’d won in a machine hanging from his rearview mirror. He was talking about something that happened at work (apparently Robin can do a handstand for all of three seconds before knocking over three displays). He was the most attractive you’d ever seen him, the streetlights barely illuminating his face but giving you just enough light to see him pause his speech as he parked his car outside his house for movie night.

“How was it, with Eddie?”

“Good. We’re friends again.”

“Just friends?”

“Just friends.”

“Cool, cool.”

“Steve?”

“Hm?”

“Are we gonna go in?”

“Uh-“ he looked at the steering wheel before turning his whole body to look at you. “You have to answer a question first.”

“Is thee Steve ‘the Hair’ Harrington asking me on a date?” You teased, leaning toward him. “Because, I know my answer.”

“Yeah?” He leaned toward you. His breath was hot on your skin, making your breath skip a moment.

“He’ll have to wear the Scoops Ahoy costume though,” you smirked, laughing as he fell back in his seat.

“I take it back,” he shook his head. “You’re evil.”

“You wouldn’t want me any other way,” you told him, quickly kissing the corner of his mouth before getting out and heading inside. He was quick to follow after you, sliding his hand into your back pocket.

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things fanfic #pretty boy steve harrington #steve harrington one shot #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfiction

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autism-aint-a-flawtism · 2 years

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Future Gohan Survives AU Part 3! The Waiting Game

20 minutes after Trunks left to go to the past, Gohan woke up. Again. Gohan looked like he was pleased with himself. Bulma was at his bed with a bowl of meat soup in hand. Gohan looked Bulma in the eye

"Trunks left to fight Frieza, didn't he?"

"Yep."

"Good. I have complete faith in him."

"Mm-hmm"

"Are you mad at me?"

"Yep."

Gohan fell silent to think about what Bulma was mad about. Then, he hit himself in the head on purpose because he realized that Bulma was obviously pissed because he literally woke up to fight her son just to pass out

"Look, Bulma, I'm an idiot. I shouldn't have fought Trunks. What I did was moronic and when Trunks gets back from the past I'm going to apologize to him. I'm sorry. Really I am. I'm an idiot-"

Bulma finally snapped

"Oh my God will you shut up?!? You're not an idiot! Odds are, you're one of the wisest people I know! I get that you're angry you missed out on Trunks' training, I get that you're sad because you think you failed Trunks, I get it! But whatever funk you're under, I need you to work through it before Trunks gets back! He's going to be the future! Let's try to not be like your father and leave the future in some less traumatized hands!"

Gohan was speechless. He knew that he was off, but he didn't expect to be told that in such a straightforward manner. He was completely aghast. He figured that he should might as well do what Bulma says. Plus, he's absolutely starving and Bulma's the only one with hot stew

"Yeah. You're right. Thanks for that."

Bulma calmed down. She had gotten that visibly overwhelmed to prove a point. But, when she snapped at him, she realized something.

Gohan's only 23.

She realized that Gohan's really just a kid. When she was Gohan's age, his father was fighting Piccolo Jr. Sure, that was stressful, but that's nothing compared to everything Gohan's gone through. Bulma comes to a conclusion, that she's going to be a mother of two children. Just one of them is going to be a lot more stubborn and have a lot more of a savior complex than the other.

"Yeah, dummy. I'm happy to help. Now eat this soup I made for you. You haven't eaten real food in literal years. Do you need me to feed you?"

Gohan shakes his head

"No thanks, Bulma. I'm ambidextrous, so I didn't lose my dominant hand. But I appreciate the help!"

"Alright, kiddo. I'm gonna go, call me if you need me!"

Bulma exits the room

"Hey Gohan?"

"Yeah Bulma?"

"I love you, kiddo"

Gohan took a pause. Nobody told him that in years. He shed a single tear. He'd missed being validated. He'd missed his mom. Gohan figures that he definitely needs to stop by to visit once Bulma will let him out.

"I love you too, Bulma"

Bulma shut off the lights before leaving

"Goodnight, kiddo. Now go get some rest. You need it"

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Over the next few months, Gohan began to train. In both physical and mental. Gohan decided to finally properly learn a one armed technique: The Makankōsappō. Gohan had tried his best to visualize how Piccolo used the move. Luckily, he had a couple of recordings to figure how out how Piccolo used his stance. So, naturally, he copied that. He took as many notes as he possibly could. Gohan wished that he listened to Mr. Piccolo more when he was describing how to the use Makankōsappō.

After a month and a half of trying and failing and taking notes, all Gohan could manage to do is just shoot his Kamehameha through his fingers. Gohan punched a tree and it snapped in half

"DAMMIT! HOW THE HELL DID MR. PICCOLO DO THIS MOVE?!?!"

Gohan felt a familiar hand place itself on his shoulder

"It's because you're not focusing your energy into your hand, runt."

It was Mr. Piccolo. Gohan didn't know how that's possible, and he didn't care. He began to bawl tears of joy and hugged Piccolo. He then fell through Piccolo's body and prompty ate the curb like a total champ. Piccolo chuckled to himself, wiping away a tear that he would vehemently deny if asked about it.

"Sorry, runt. I'm just a voice and a vision. I figured that the least I can do is bother King Kai into playing a free game of telephone at least once. Being on King Kai's planet with your father and Vegeta has basically been my equivalent to Hell anyways."

Gohan then heard the piercing voice of King Kai

"YOU SHOULD GO TO HELL!"

Piccolo chuckled again

"Okay, lemme teach you this real quick before King Kai decides to kick me off his planet. He's already done it to Yamcha and I've got a feeling I might be next"

And so, Piccolo and Gohan began to train. Piccolo taught Gohan how to use his signature move, and for a few hours, everything felt perfect. Just a master and his student, training. It reminded him of the old days, when he was training with Piccolo for the Saiyans. Only, this time things were different.

Gohan and Piccolo were equals here

After four straight hours of training, Gohan finally did it. He finally used the Makankōsappō. Flawlessly, too. Piccolo gave his usual 'nice job, runt' and King Kai told him that he had five more minutes due to the fact that he had to feed Bubbles soon. Piccolo took the form of a vision once more and looked at Gohan straight in the eye

"Look, kid. I know I haven't been all that present, and I'm sorry. But before I go, I just wanted to let you know that I'm so proud of you. I love you more than you could ever know. And you're going to be a great teacher. I believe in you wholeheartedly. Continue training Vegeta's brat to your fullest extent. He may not say it, but I know that Vegeta's proud of his son. And I know that your father is proud of you. Next time you get the chance, try and talk to him. He'd love to talk to you again,"

Piccolo began to tear up

"I love you, my student. My family. My friend. I hope to see you again after you send those Androids packing down to Hell. I believe in you!"

Gohan felt a flurry of emotions. He felt the happiest he'd ever been. He felt odd that he wanted to talk to his father again. He'd hated Goku ever since he died. Maybe he's finally learning to move past his trauma like Bulma had told him to. But, most of all. Gohan finally knew that fate and the gods were on Trunks and his side.

Gohan finally had hope.

#future gohan survives AU #future gohan #dbs #dbsuper #dbz #gohan #trunks #future trunks #future bulma #lemme know if you want more of these!#angsty future gohan survives AU inspired by the beard saga!#oh and for context Trunks' visit to the past plays out the exact same from DBZA #If I feel like talking about it I'll do some good old fashioned RETCONS BABEY

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geminai-rambling-trinkets · 10 months

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MHA X KNY AU SCENARIO: "WILL YOU UNDERSTAND?"

A scenario I thought about that takes place after the USJ but before the Sports Festival!

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Izuku knew he had to pay attention to the board. Midnight wouldn't appreciate his blatant disrespect, but - he couldn't help it.

He needed to make a call.

A call to someone who understood. Someone who knew their burdens. Izuku didn't enjoy the method he used to get the phone number he would call after the twenty-minute mark. Tanjiro disagreed with him, but how else would he find the number if there was something big —more than one body could handle— across the horizon. The near future.

Once the clock passed twenty, another five minutes passed, and Izuku raised his hand to ask Midnight to go to the bathroom.

However, he didn't go to the bathroom. No, he headed somewhere secluded to make a call. He was nervous, okay?

It felt like he was being watched from the left to the right - up and down - Izuku shook his head. Calming his breath, he typed in the number he had written down on his skin and heard it ring as the call went to voicemail.

He tried again.

Same answer.

He tried another time.

He still ended up in voicemail.

During his third time, a voice picked up. Someone answered a voice Tanjiro he recognized. Izuku was ready to bawl his eyes out, but the guy, Yamamoto Yushiro, wasn't having it.

"What the hell are you calling me for?! If this is the press, you should know I will never-" It's rude to interrupt, but he couldn't help it, Tanjiro couldn't help it, "Yushiro-San... It's nice knowing you haven't changed much since the last time I've seen you."

Yushiro paused. That voice sounded so different. Obviously, but it didn't sound like him. It wasn't him, "Who the hell are you? I don't know you." Yushiro repeated.

He didn't - it wasn't Kamado Tanjiro from the Taisho Era - he sounded more kinder with a formal hint. Whoever this was barely sounds like him. There was a heavy grievance, a sense of confusion, and something was off about this voice. The other side of the phone call sighed, almost melancholy, "In this life, I'm Midoriya Izuku. However, you've known me as Kamado Tanjiro once."

"Prove it." Said Yushiro because it was too good, too good as a bargain, to have someone who knew her and who he respected as a friend ally.

Izuku knew - they knew - that it would take a bit before Yushiro knew this wasn't a joke. Kamado Tanjiro knew the (short) time they spent together was a mix-match sort of deal, but it was a cherished moment. The last battle... Oh, does he hope... do they all hope Yushiro will understand them again.

He knew; they knew the pain that came with them as demons and demon slayers.

"When we first met, we were in Asakusa. Muzan was there and turned someone into a demon. A husband of a wife. I couldn't kill the demon, so I apprehended him instead. But the authorities tried to apprehend me instead and almost tried to arrest me. We met again when I was with my sister, Kamado Nezuko, who was a demon at the time. Near a noddle stand, you made a comment about her, and I got upset. I said,"

"She was the beauty of your hometown. Your Nezuko." Yushiro said without missing a beat. He wouldn't admit it, but the moment this person—this reincarnation—said Asakusa, he knew they weren't lying.

Asakusa was the moment they first met.

Asakusa was between Tanjiro, his sister, Lady Tamayo, and himself.

Asakusa was the catalyst of it all.

It was silent on the other side. Izuku was still shocked that Yushiro still remembered, but he was happy. So, very happy, he could feel a few tiny tears fall because he knew. Someone understood... Their stories.

Or at least some.

"Are you still there?" asked an annoyed — he wasn't annoyed — Yushiro. Izuku wiped away his tears and had a tiny smile written on his face. "Yes, I'm still here - I wasn't sure you even remembered that to be honest."

"What? Do you really think I would forget someone so loud you probably caused the town to look at us multiple times when I told you explicitly to keep it down low?"

This time, he couldn't help the laughter in his voice. He had a wide grin and an atmosphere full of contentment. Yushiro didn't need to see this person to imagine a smiling Tanjiro with a grateful aura surrounding him. "Why do you call me now? Shouldn't you be enjoying life now that you have a chance to live a life demon-free?"

When those words left Yushiro's mouth, he quickly caught on the tone the reincarnation had, "...It isn't so simple now, Yushiro-San." Something in that voice, in those voices, held a grave danger. He couldn't help but ask, "What do you mean by that?"

Izuku took a deep breath, feeling himself settle in that state once he finally spoke, "They're back." There was nothing in that tone except sad and cruel acceptance. Once he said that, he followed up on the case, but there was no "in case", Yushiro didn't know what he meant.

"Demons are back, Yushiro-San, and whoever is behind this isn't Kibutsuji. This is someone new." Yushiro didn't want to believe it - he wasn't - but Tanjiro, from what he picked up on, was a horrible liar. He could never lie, even if he was trying.

This person, this human, who knew more than anyone else of a past long forgotten now, said something no one else should know the meaning of.

"What makes you say that? Demons have long since been eradicated from modern times. I'm the only exception here."

Izuku stared blankly at the wall he was facing, the memories of the USJ clear and vivid in his mind to know this wasn't a lie. This wasn't going to be a lie. "If you heard about the media of the USJ and how villains attacked the school with at least five injured and one in critical condition, I think you should know where I am heading once I give you the insight of it."

"Go ahead, enlighten me," Yushiro said with a blank answer. Sarcasm spilled through his fangs.

Izuku took a shaky breath and recounted the whole ordeal, not in explicit detail, more like a summary of the event, but enough for Yushiro to understand what went wrong in the USJ, and God did it go so, so wrong for everyone.

"In the news, they said villains ranging with multiple quirks, which in a sense of doesn't make sense in this era, attacked the USJ to 'put an end to All Might's reign.' However, you can never forget the presence of a demon once you know one.

Yushiro-San.

There were just so many demons out there. Some were lowermoon caliber, and one was even in uppermoon territory. Yushiro-San, whoever this new demon progenitor is, is not playing around whoever this is- planned this for quite some time!"

"Are we sure about that?" Yushiro replied, and it was when Izuku had to hold in a scoff. This wasn't the time, "Yushiro-San. I've seen them in front of my face; I've faced them. I- ... I already accepted that demons are back again."

Izuku voiced an acceptance of someone who knew, who experienced, who seen, the horrors and misfortunes of facing a demon. And Yushiro will admit, to himself, that he didn't want to believe there was a demon progenitor out there whom they didn't know anything about.

If there was something everyone knew: the unknown is a weapon that makes even the strongest of men fear for the worst, and if this reincarnation was true, then not only were their efforts in vain, but the sacrifices called upon that night were to waste.

It wasn't fair.

It's not fair.

It isn't fair!

"How..." How did you come to remember? How come you didn't tell me sooner you were alive? For how long did you know you were from the Taishō Era? There were so many things Yushiro wanted to say, but time now seemed to be running out. Tanjiro, was this fully Tanjiro(?). There was something off about his voice. Probably read his mind when he followed up, "I've known for a long time, Yushiro-San.

I got my first memories when I was reborn into this world. I only knew about myself when I was four, where ironically, called upon me someone not worth anyone's time." Yushiro wanted to ask about the applications on what Tanjiro just said, but he couldn't, not when Tanjiro kept explaining like the annoying guy he was.

"I will not lie, Yushiro... I'm not fully myself. I'm sure you picked up on my - attitude - from just this phone call. And I will answer any questions that you have, but I rather have this type of conversation in person. If we can?"

Yushiro sighed - he knew it was pointless to hide something from a guy who knew how someone felt by just his nose - there were questions, and he needed answers.

If this was meant for an in-person conversation, then so be it.

"Alright, where do you perhaps want to meet up?" Izuku smiled gratefully from the other side of the call. This was it. They were going to meet someone who knew the burdens of a demon slayer. Of demons. "I currently reside in Musutafu. We can meet up somewhere nearby, but if you can't, we can do it in the headquarters."

"The headquarters? I thought it was gone?" Yushiro asked confused. Qhat if... what if it was rebuilt? "The headquarters has been rebuilt after it was forced to blow. However, it seems time has gotten to it, Yushiro-San. So, it has good foliage hiding it from a bird's eye view."

Huh. "Huh," Yushiro repeated from his head, shaking his thought process away. He continued talking to Tanjiro for a good minute before hanging up. Once the call ended, Yushiro looked at his phone, his hand shaking, and a justifiable anger coursed through his veins.

If this reincarnation—if Tanjiro of all people—has confirmed what could be a redo of the tragic history of the demon slayers... then Yushiro will have to pause his tranquility because it would be unfair to leave a comrade alone.

Albeitly, no matter how off Tanjiro sounded.

There was something going on with him, and he would get answers, no matter how cagey and multitude Tanjiro's voice sounded. He swore he heard multiple people talking alongside Tanjiro, but it could've been his imagination. Or not.

Oh, how close -

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- Izuku sobbed. His feet were finally unable to support their weight. Someone. Somebody knew their pain!

Yushiro is still alive!

Yushiro... Yushiro could understand their stories. Izuku, in a course of sad truth, hugged his phone close. He felt his heart beat rapidly with memories of Tanjiro and Nezuko flooding his brain again.

Moments that were close and yet so far away.

When he could grasp his breathing again, he returned to Total Concentration: Constant. His hiccups were silent but so loud in his ear, that he dragged his feet to the bathroom this time for real this time, turning on the water to wash away his tears, and when he could dry off his face, he flinched when he saw himself in the mirror.

Izuku never liked looking in the mirror.

Who was he? Who is this person staring at the mirror?

Izuku didn't know.

He walked back to class, ignoring the dim yet hopeful glance of emerald green eyes, the medium-short length hair that was tied loosely to a low ponytail, and the splash of freckles instead of scars and - everything.

He didn't know who this was.

He didn't know them.

#sad scenario #mha x kny #izuku midoriya #tanjiro kamado #nezuko kamado #genya shinazugawa #kanao tsuyuri #inosuke hashibira #zenitsu agatsuma #kimetsu no yaiba #my hero acedamia #mini rant #angst #bittersweet #demon slayer #boku no hero academia #soul breathing au

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cyberwulf · 1 year

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A Frosty Reception! Ch. 2: Crazy Meowth Honeymoon Fantasy

Chapter 1:

Chapter 2: In Which Meowth Imagines What Would Have Happened If Jessie and James Had A Shotgun Wedding In Giovanni's Office

All too soon, James pulled away, scooting forward slightly.

“Sir? We’d like to get married.”

“Very well,” the Boss said, punching a button on his intercom. “Matori, bring me in a marriage licence. And bring Wendy with you too.”

Then he sat behind his desk and said, “Jessie and James, do you swear that you know of no reason why the two of you may not be joined in matrimony?”

“No, sir.”

“James, in the sight of these witnesses, do you take Jessie to be your lawful wedded husband?”

“I do.”

“Wait a minute –”

“Jessie, in the sight of these witnesses, do you take James to be your lawful wedded wife?”

“Meowth, I think you have that backwards –”

The Boss glared at Jessie with a face like thunder. “I know what I said!”

Jessie looked into James’s eyes and said, “I do!”

“Then you’re married,” the Boss said, pushing the marriage licence towards them. “Sign here.” When they’d finished signing, he said, “Witnesses sign here and here.”

Wendy hesitated, frowning at the marriage licence. She’d hated Jessie for a long time and now she was supposed to witness her wedding?!

“Wendy!” The Boss startled her. “Did I stutter?”

“N-no, Master Giovanni,” Wendy answered, trembling in fear.

“Then sign it.” As Wendy scribbled her name, the Boss continued, “I will punish you for your insolence later. Jessie and James, for getting married and saving Team Rocket lots of money on our taxes, you and the brains of your outfit Meowth will get a vacation to Aopulco on the company’s dime. Congratulations!”

Jessie and James directed matching sceptical looks at their furry team-mate.

“Meowth, I don’t think that’s very likely,” James observed.

The cat Pokémon scowled.

“Fine, Shakespeare, you finish the story,” he grumbled, tipping some water onto his Pokémon pellets in the hope of making them slightly more palatable.

James chewed his meatloaf slowly while he thought for a moment.

“Okay, how about this…”

“Sir,” Jessie asked, “do you suppose we might have some time off? For the honeymoon?”

He yelped as Jessie slapped the back of his head.

“I ask the Boss for time off?!” she yelled. “You’re the only one dumb enough to do that!”

“I don’t even want to get married!” James shouted back, causing the grunts eating at the next table to stare at the trio. “Why would I ask about a honeymoon?!”

“All right, all right!” Meowth bawled. “One a’ you two nut-jobs asks the Boss for time off, and the Boss says…?”

“He laughs,” Jessie answered after a pause. “The way he does sometimes. It sends a chill down all of our spines. It’s a relief when he abruptly sobers and says…”

“ ‘Get out’,” James finished.

All three of them stared into their tasteless, overcooked meals for a few moments.

“…and then what?”

“What do you mean?” Jessie asked.

“That ain’t no way to end a story,” Meowth explained with a disgusted frown. “You two just got married. What happens next?”

Jessie glanced at James, then looked back at Meowth. She wasn’t sure she wanted to think about the parallel universe where she and James had an abrupt marriage in the Boss’s office. But there was something deeply despondent about Meowth’s expression, and his need to dream up ridiculous fantasies to escape real life was something she could, sadly, relate to.

“I suppose we’d head outside,” she began, “and not say anything at first. But finally, I’d break the silence with something like ‘Is that your last name?”

“To which I’d reply,” James continued, “Is that your last name?”

“It’s yours now too,” Jessie replied with a teasing wink. “You heard the Boss, you’re my wife.”

James laced his fingers behind his head and gazed up at the sky. “Do you suppose I should call my grandparents?”

Jessie shrugged. “Do you… want to call your grandparents?”

“…I feel like I should,” James replied. He dropped his hands with a sigh. “But they’d be bound to tell my parents, and I’d rather not deal with that until I have to.”

“I dunno, James, they seemed pretty cool,” Meowth remarked. “I mean, they never told your parents you was at their summer house. I betcha if you asked ’em to keep things quiet-”

“I can’t ask Nanny and Pop-Pop to keep a secret like this,” James interrupted. “I’m – married.” He sucked in a breath as the full weight of the situation hit him. “Jessie, we’re married.”

An uneasy silence settled over the trio.

“So…” Meowth was the first to speak, glancing from one to the other. “What happens now?”

Jessie folded her arms, affecting an air of nonchalance that she didn’t really feel.

“Nothing,” she declared emphatically. “We continue on as we always have.”

“Meaning…?”

Jessie huffed and scowled at her partner. Honestly, sometimes she was convinced that James’ head was just for growing hair. “Meaning we’ll spend most of our time together, and look out for each other, and sleep next to each other, and you’ll be my favourite non-furry person…”

“…is what I would say in this completely hypothetical scenario that’s never going to happen, so it’s pointless talking about it,” Jessie finished hastily, attacking her potatoes and hoping her face would go back to its usual colour. She paused mid-bite and was infuriated to see Meowth giving her a knowing look over the salt-shaker.

“Jessie, if we were married,” James remarked, whacking the end of the ketchup bottle, “would you finally let me do something with your hair?”

Jessie found herself infuriated for a completely different reason. “What’s wrong with my hair?!”

James rested his chin in his hand and regarded her with a critical eye. “How long do you have?”

“You’re not touching my signature ’do!” Jessie snapped, wrapping her arms protectively around her head. “If you want to experiment, grow yours out!”

“You know I can’t!” James protested. “If it goes longer than shoulder-length it’s nothing but split ends!” He poked disconsolately at what was left of his meatloaf. “I’ve tried every conditioner, even you…urs…”

Jessie stared at him as a nervous smile spread across his face.

“IS THAT WHY I KEEP RUNNING OUT?!”

Meowth heaved a loud, unhappy sigh as an argument commenced.

“I guess the fighting’ud be the same,” he mumbled, pushing away his pellets. “I’ll see you guys later.” He rolled his eyes and scowled. “I gotta go clean Persian’s litter box. And probably his spoiled fat behind, too.” Jessie and James halted their bickering and looked at him as he hopped down from his chair. “Sure wish we were getting paid, I’m gonna need a drink later tonight.”

“Meowth seems really down,” James remarked as they watched the despondent Pokemon leave. “We should do something nice for him.”

“If we can find the time,” Jessie huffed. “We’re not off the clock yet.”

James downed the last of his water. “That’s right – what’s next?”

“Cleaning the kitchen,” Jessie replied, wiping her mouth. She pushed back her chair and stood up. “Get the cart.”

James groaned, slumping over the table. “Why do I always have to do the fetching and carrying?”

“And why do I always end up with the dirty work?” he continued to moan, headfirst in one of the giant ovens as he scraped at the crud inside.

“Because you’ve got a head full of split ends, as we’ve established,” Jessie replied, scrubbing the floor. “You never know, the grease might do your hair some good.”

“This is disgusting!” James backed out of the oven, emptying burnt-on food and grease into a nearby bucket. “We’ve eaten food cooked in this!” He rubbed a hand over his stomach. “No wonder my tummy’s been funny lately.”

“James, if you don’t quit whining, I’m going to kick you in there and turn it on!” Jessie snapped. She straightened up with a grunt, placing both hands on her back as she tried to stretch the kinks out. James set his scraper aside and shucked off his filthy rubber gloves. Jessie prepared to agree with the pathetic plea for a breather that was no doubt about to follow. Instead, she found herself blushing as James sat behind her and began to massage her sore muscles through her boiler suit.

“You’re mine too, by the way,” he murmured after a few moments. Before Jessie could ask, he continued, “My favourite non-furry person.”

“…Well, of course,” Jessie blustered, desperately wishing her face didn’t feel so warm. “The only other person we spend as much time with is the twerp with the Pikachu.” Although she hadn’t realised just how much time, and how intimate they’d become, until she’d got caught up in Meowth’s storytelling session over dinner. It was just too bad that James seemed oblivious to it, even now, with his hands on her, working magic on her tender muscles –

“Oh, this is ridiculous!” she exclaimed, more to distract herself than anything else. “How can they expect us to clean this enormous kitchen all by ourselves?”

James’ hands on her back stilled. “…We’re alone?”

Jessie huffed in irritation. “Do you see anyone else here?”

Suddenly he shifted, and Jessie’s stomach did a backflip as she felt his breath on her ear. Maybe he wasn’t as oblivious as she –

“Then now is the perfect time to purloin some potent potables!”

Jessie turned and blinked at him in confusion. “…Huh?”

“For Meowth!” James explained gleefully. He nodded to the right of them, and Jessie followed his gaze to the giant cabinet housing all the alcohol kept on site.

She should have guessed, Jessie thought to herself with a sigh. Still, a stash of stolen spirits would definitely lift hers, too.

James made to get up and Jessie pulled him back by his collar.

“No you don’t,” she declared. “You keep lookout while I liberate the libations.”

James pouted. “But it was my idea!”

“And I know what they won’t miss,” Jessie retorted. “We want cheap and cheerful, not expensive and exotic.” She waved him away and he scuttled off, leaving her to get on with the thievery. Jessie cast him a glance as he loitered in the doorway, mopping the same patch of floor over and over. She smiled as she pictured Meowth dragging himself into their room at the end of his shift, only for his eyes to light up at an abundance of alcohol. James was a stupid, stupid boy, but she couldn’t deny that he did have his moments.

While cleaning the kitchen, Jessie and James managed to steal a bag of oranges, three bottles of store-brand soda and the cheapest vodka, rum, and boxed wine they could find. That night, our trio got spectacularly drunk on a frankly horrendous concoction that Meowth mixed up in a mop bucket. Unfortunately they still had to work the next day, and spent most of their shift vomiting out of windows, falling asleep in supply closets and cleaning the same toilet over and over. Wendy from HR never did figure out who puked on her from three storeys up. Giovanni had his suspicions, however, and the following day Jessie, James and Meowth were reassigned to stealing Pokemon, preferably as far away from headquarters – and Giovanni’s prized convertible, which would never smell the same again – as possible.

And so, their journey continues…

#my fanfic #pokemon #team rocket #a frosty reception

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Gwen’s fun, Ben’s stinky bum (Ben 10)

With the benefit of hindsight Ben would of never of accepted Gwen's wager one bright and sunny Saturday morning, But instead when Gwen made the claim that she could kick Ben's butt in a best of 7 series in his new sumo slammer game, with the loser having to face public humiliation in just a diaper, he accepted without thinking. It had helped his choice that he'd just spent a summer of her tormenting him whenever she could over his need of bed time diapers, even locking him out of the rust bucket a few times and thus he was eager to see her bawling her eyes out in a diaper, but really he should of known something was up when she picked HIS game for the bet. He didn't though and while these thoughts ran though his head as she schooled him (dropping that she had actually been practicing for 7 hours a day to set up this little bet) he was a man of his word and soon found himself in a diapers and a light blue t-shirt that read 'number one nappy baby' It wasn't even one of his pull up style bed time diapers either, Gwen had clearly decided to go all in and so as they made their way to the park Ben was waddling in the the thick white and green diaper that kept his knees from even getting close to touching, Gwen carrying a diaper bag over one shoulder and Ben having all sorts of bad feelings about how this was going to go down. "Do..Do I even WANNA know why you picked such a thick diaper?" he asked as they walked (well waddled in his case.) "oh there are a few reasons, But while I explain them, you look a little thirsty.." Gwen said, smirking as kids playing in yards stopped and pointed to laugh and they got more then a few honks from cars. She pulled out a large baby bottle filled with a pinkish looking fluid and handed it to Ben who again, showed he wasn't one for thinking his action's though and took it and started to nurse on it. "First of all, I picked these super thick diapers JUST for you because I want there to be ZERO doubt what you are, a big dumb nappy baby." She said with utter glee in her voice. "Secondly, I'm willing to alter the terms of the bet with you.. Instead of a whole hour at the park in your big puffy diapie." and she paused to pat his butt, making Ben whine around his ba-ba. "I'll go down to half a hour...IF you can keep the diapie clean. sounds fair right?" Ben, who was chugging the actually very sweet tasting drink down like a glutton nodded, that did seem fair. no way he would use the diaper after all. "Butttt~ if you make tinkles in your diapies, I'm adding 10 minutes. and if you go super dumb big baby, I'm tacking on 20. and finally, if widdle Benny destroyer's him's diapie sooo bad I need to change him, you're getting a hour tacked on." She cackled. Ben pulled the ba-ba out of his mouth at that and shook his head, they were almost at the park now and wouldn't you know it, it was just full of kids today! "W-what? No way!" Ben huffed. "what, does widdle Benny not think he can keep him's diapies clean? are you THAT much of a baby you can't hold it for half a hour?" Gwen challenged. "I-I can hold it!" Ben huffed out. "then why the huffiness? I think deep down you know you CAN'T hold it because your just a big stupid baby." Gwen said. "I CAN HOLD IT! YOUR ON!" Ben yelled, and as Gwen smirked and they drew even more stares from the boys and girls on the park's playground, he couldn't help but feel maybe, just maybe he'd been played again.

While Gwen used a combination of magic and fast talking to smooth over Ben's attire with the adults who were supervising at the park's playground, Ben found himself the center of attention by the smaller boys and girls, all of them asking a bunch of questions and tossing in teasing barbs, and more then one hand patting his butt though when he';d turn around to tell them to stop it would just open his puffy rear for more butt pats. "Are you like, special or something?" "Why would you come out like this?" "Ha! what a big dumb baby!" "Aww! so cute!" "ha! my little brother is 3 and even HE doesn't wear diapers anymore!" "Please tell me you're not gonna stink this place up.." "DO you wanna come play house with us?" All this and more and Ben was blushing red as a cherry and found himself getting over whelmed, crying out for Gwen who came over and shoo'ed the kids off. "heh, gonna be ok there nappy baby?" she asked, Patting his back to soothe him as far as he would be able to tell, but really activating the witches brew she'd tricked him into drinking. She wasn't skilled enough to just get him to load and soak his pampers all on her own, but the drink he had chugged down DID give her the needed access to make the magic happen and for bonus irony..the potion had to be drank willingly which Ben had done. Now she could load him up at anytime but decided that for maxim fun, she'd let him get close to getting out of the diapers before going to town on his bladder and bowels. There was a SMALL risk with the potion and spell combo she had picked for today's fun of ruining Ben's control and making him need diapers for the rest of his life but in her mind, that sounded like HIS problem, not hers. "Y-yeah I'll be fine..can we um.. just go play or something?" Ben said, not knowing just how doomed he was, and just wanting to do something to make time fly by. "heh, of course~"

Picking the swing set Gwen was disappointed that Ben couldn't fit in the baby swing due to his massive diaper, making her a victim of her own success. Still it was semi fun getting the doofus on a swing and being the one to push him, if for no other reason then Ben quickly seemed to lose his big kid mindset and went al little guy, crying out 'higher! higher!' and giggling up a storm. Gwen kept a eye on the time which bit he in the ass as she had been kicking her watch when Ben had come back and taken a face full of diaper butt knocking her on her ass, and Ben just giggled like crazy. 'you think that's funny huh?!' she thought, dropping her plans to hold off on messing with his control and filling his bladder up to the brim. 'laugh off THIS!' Ben went from laughing and teasing about hos Butt beats witch, like it was rock scissors paper then yelped and dragged his feet,trying to slow himself down on the swing as he had to take leak so bad he could almost swear his back teeth were floating! "A-Ah! Nuh!" Ben cried out, his hands going to the front of his diaper, tiny spurts of tinkle escaping as he shook and fought a losing battle. "Heh, what's wrong Ben? don't tell me your gonna use your diapie already! it's only been 9 minutes!" Gwen said, getting LOTS of attention. "I..I..H-How about a mulligan?" Ben asked, rocking back and forth and showing impressive control all things considered, though that just meant Gwen wanted his downfall to be even worse and with a slight gesture Ben's bowels would be as packed as if he'd gone to a all you can eat chilli fry place. "Well I suppose so..I won't count the first wetting on you..as long as you don't go." Gwen started, and gave Ben's bowels a extra push. "Poopie." even as she said the word Ben's Bladder gave in, rapidly soaking the front of the diapers and making little storm clouds appear on the front of the white portion of the diaper, but any minor relief was off set by a thunder poot and then a sputtering fart and Ben's bowels decided to join the 'let's trash this diaper' party. "A-Ah! No! I'm going poopie!" Ben cried out, getting roars of laughter from the crowd, though it turned to disgust as while the thick diapers were holding in the huge load firing out of Ben's poor hole, they couldn't hold in the stink. baseball sized lumps were puffing out the diaper and smiley faces with X's for eyes and tongue sticking out were appearing on the back of his diaper even as he semi rose a bit on the swing before the diaper sagged over the front and back of it. "Geez Ben, I offer a deal and you take it as a chance to destroy your diaper? and what the hell did you eat!?" Gwen complained, holding her nose and groaning. this was one part of her plan that she hadn't planned for and was reminding herself next time she did this to Ben to remove her sense of smell before hand. "I-I can't stop going dookie!" Ben cried, and let out more thunderous and wet poot's. Viewers would argue and disagree on what happened next, but there were two main theories on it. One was that the weight and mass of his diaper mess caused Ben who might of been trying to get up to lose balance and trip and land face down in the sand around the swing set. the more juvenile (and ergo had more supporters) theory was the force of the last series of farts had somehow launched him forward. the end result was Ben knocking himself loopy in any case and declaring himself the poopiest big dumb baby ever, a title everyone could agree he deserved and many doubted he would have a challenger to the crown.

Ben came out of la-la land with a squish, and realized that he was on a teeter totter with Gwen, and might of been so for awhile. his hands were gripping the hand hold and despite his best efforts he could seem to let go. "hey, look who back! have fun in la-la land smelly?" Gwen asked, smirking. "you were babbling on and on about how stinky diaper smushs..how did you put it.. oh! 'Da bestest fing evar! Gwen, pwease pway wiff me and wet me smush mah huggies!'" Gwen said, switching to a unflattering derp sounding voice while quoting Ben. "T-There is no way I said t-THAT!" Ben huffed and then cried out as Gwen bounced up, making him land hard with anther gross squish. "Hey, I have MORE then enough witnesses to prove I'm not lying, even if they are staying out of the stink zone." Gwen said, looking over her shoulder, keeping the fun going. "Back me up guys!" she called. The kids who had stayed laughed and nodded and confirmed her story and Gwen turned back to Ben who was getting a little green in the face from his bouncing. "see? And honestly, i think i deserve a BIG thank you for doing this, it's not exactly easy being around you when you smell like a dumpster full of dirty diapers." she said, making a disgusted face. "I..I.." bounce and lift. "I'm Sorry for.." bounce and lift. "M-making you smell this.." Bounce and lift. "H-How long do I have left in-" Bounce and lift. "Diapie?" Ben asked, the diaper felt like it was on it's last legs and he could see a clock around to see the time and wasn't sure how long he'd been all derp. truthfully Ben's time in the diaper was up, he'd been out of it for a LONG time, having gone down a slide and having begged for stinky diaper spankings, a act that had gotten some kids taken home by parents and others to have just decided the fun had passed their kink threshold. "You've got about anther 15 minutes left." Gwen lied. "Do you think you'll be able to make it or just want a change now?" "I..I..I wanna try and tough it out.." Ben mewed. he could make it 15 minutes, he was sure of it and then this would ALL be over and he could just go home and take a long nap and forget about all of this. "Hmm Ok, but on the off chance that diaper gives up, we better get you somewhere safe." She said, getting off of the teeter totter while Ben was up in the air and sending him crashing down Hard, almost sending him BACK into la-la land but somehow he held on. Sucking on his thumb and doing a cowboy walk for lack of a better term, Ben let Gwen take his free hand and lead him towards the public bathroom and the crowd of left over kids parted out of the way. "heh, Mosses doesn't have nothing on you huh stinky?" Gwen teased. Ben just whimpered and sucked harder on his thumb, drool going down his chin. Once in the boys room Gwen directed Ben over to one of the potties and he stopped in front of it and turned, giving her a questioning look. "Yeah i know, seems silly but hey, if you leak it'll go in there." she said. he pulled his thumb out to argue but Gwen just rolled her eyes and pushed him backwards, making him land with a squish and the diaper to force wedge itself into the bowl and suck up the water in there. "Oh shut up, who cares what you think you stupid diaper filling baby!" She snapped. "A-ah! Gweeeeen! the potty water i-" Ben went to say and Gwen pulled out a pacifier from the bag, with a nice large nipple that would keep Ben from being able to talk and popped it in, adding a enchantment to stimulate his nursing urge and he suckled away. "you know Ben..when I planned this all out I never thought it would go QUITE this good. I almost think I never even needed to set you up to fail the way I did. even without my little magic trick You would of been crapping yourself and going all goo goo gaga." she sneered. Ben's eyes widened and he tried to say something, but only muffled noises came out. "That's right 'hero'..You think you shit yourself THAT bad without a little help? it was Me all along!" Gwen laughed. "And don't think this is going away anytime soon, Do you know just HOW much you've been blowing up on social media? Your being labeled Bellwoods big baby dork!" She held up her cell phone so Ben could see the posts for himself and the big stinky baby started to cry, and get up, the diaper making it hard but if he put in enough effort he was sure that he could manage. "Actually, I'm done with all of this. You just stink too much." Gwen said, taking out a clean diaper and putting it on the counter. "if you can manage to get yourself free there's a clean diaper to change into. or you can always go home with your ding-a-ling on display. But just to show there's no hard feelings and I still think your cute..in a stupid diaper shitting doofus way I'll leave you one last present." with that Gwen held up a hand and filled Ben's bowels one last time, then turned and walked away as he filled his diaper again, wedging himself in the toilet and sending him into la-la land. whether he would come out of it enough to just undo the tapes and free himself or would be found wasn't her concern anymore, and Gwen just hummed a happy tune as made her way home, eager to get a shower in to remove Ben's stink and then watch the fallout from her little day of fun.

the end

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