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love-amihan · 3 years

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✧ masterlists ✧

TORPE // OKKOTSU YUTA

title translation: used to describe young men who don't know how to approach the girls they like

word count: 0.8k+

amihan’s note: don't look at his id, i dunno why he looks so fckn pale jdfbsjd kids please don’t do this hbfsjsf don’t get in trouble bcs of a crush, they won’t be the one giving you credits. listen to your prof and study well! okay maybe a little bit but don’t get caught, happy reading!

masterlist: 300 milestone

yuta + seatmates to lovers + "that's my ballpen"

seatmate!yuta x fem!reader

you thoroughly search your bag, panic beginning to set in as you can’t get a glimpse of your ballpen, the professor doesn’t help as he seems to be in a rush.

luckily you spot a pen lying on the ground, you quickly pick it up and uncap it scribbling down on your paper as fast as you can.

days later, you consider the pen as somewhat a lucky charm. you aced the quiz even with the time pressure that the professor put in class.

the day starts off like any other but this time your long-time crush is sitting beside you. you take a few deep breaths, calming yourself.

the discussion begins minutes after the professor arrives, you bring out your notebook and your lucky pen, as you uncap it you feel a tap on your shoulder.

“huh?” you look at him, processing on where he’s pointing. yuta clears his throat and fiddles with his fingers, “that’s my ballpen” his words inaudible, “sorry?” you say while leaning closer to hear him better.

he points at your hand again and looks away, “that’s my ballpen,” he says more clearly this time.

you look down at the pen and feel heat rushing up, “oh,” you put the cap back on and set it down on his table, “i’m sorry.”

yuta looks back to you, he shakes his hand and puts the pen back on your desk, “it’s all right, i have more of them, i just happen to notice..” he rambles on, slight panic written all over his face, his cheeks and the tip of his ears in the shade of pink.

you’re about to tell him he can have it back when you hear your professor clear their throat, both of you looking up.

“care to share with the class what you two are on about, mister okkotsu and miss l/n?” both of you shake your head in an instant, “sorry mx,” you two mumble in sync.

“that’s a warning,” the professor goes back in front and continues the class, you turn back to yuta who’s biting his bottom lip, holding back a giggle.

“what’s so funny?” you whisper-yell to him, he looks back at you and shakes his head going back to his notes. you squint your eyes at him, watching his every move before following in suit.

after a while you see him quickly jot down on a piece of paper he tore from his notebook, he looks up to check on the professor before slipping the paper on your desk.

you turn to him and furrow your brows, “what?” you mouthed to him while he motions at the paper.

you give one last glance in front before opening the paper, ‘how about we buy you a ballpen later?’ his messy handwriting reads, a small count bar on the top right.

you snicker at him, giving him a side glance before shaking your head. you begin writing your reply, ‘sure, are you gonna take this ballpen from me now, mister okkotsu?’

you then put an arrow at the count bar, ‘added one :)’ you pass the paper back to him, tapping the ballpen against your cheek while looking forward, trying to be nonchalant.

the note passing lasts longer than you thought, the 'sneaky' giggles didn’t go unnoticed by your professor.

“that’s it,” they mumble and look at the class, they point at the door, “mister okkotsu and miss l/n, go outside now.”

you immediately sit up straight with the mention of your name, eyes widen with the next words.

“uh- bu-” the professor shakes their head and points outside again. you sigh and pack up your things, standing up to follow yuta outside.

walking alongside him, he rubs the back of his neck, an apologetic smile present on his face. “i’m sorry about that, i didn’t mean to get us kicked out.” he apologizes while you look down both in remorse and embarrassment.

you just kicked out besides all that, got kicked out with your crush. well, he’s technically the reason and you should feel at least a little enraged yet all you can feel is the butterflies in your stomach.

“so.. should we go buy your ballpen now?” you look up to him, a little taken back. “you… you were serious about that?” you ask while pointing at him, he shrugs, “i got you in trouble and it’ll be my treat.”

your mind swirls with a lot of questions, ‘is this considered a date?’ ‘what’s happening?’ ‘is he asking me out?’ and all that.

yuta smiles, shoving his hands inside his pockets, “would you, miss l/n, mind spending the rest of the day with me?”

“i would love to!” you unintentionally shout with much enthusiasm, “great,” he smiles and offers you a hand, “let’s go?” you bite your bottom lip and look away, quickly taking his hands with yours.

-deleted scenes

yuta looks around the empty classroom and opens his phone texting his best friend, ‘i’m in the same class with the cute girl!’ he taps against his table after hitting send, a little nervous being in the same class as you.

a few seconds later, toge replies to him, ‘do the ballpen move, it’ll work!’ he stares at his phone screen for a few moments, contemplating whether to do it or not. he sighs and decides to leave it all to the universe.

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one-sad-human · 4 years

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•Puppy Love• Duff Mckagan

Pairing: Duff Mckagan x Reader

Requested? Yes, but sadly I can’t find who did so I’m sorry

Theme: Fluff

Warnings: Some language

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: —

"Duff! Welcome home," you say while happily smiling at your boyfriend. He tries to smile back, but the bags under his eyes just make the effort look pathetic. "I made dinner."

"Thanks. It's late, why aren't you sleeping?" He kisses your forehead lightly before taking off his leather jacket. He's right, it's already nearing four in the morning.

"I wanted to wait up for you. We haven't been together too much lately." He grimaces.

"I know, I'm sorry." You give him a sympathetic smile and shake your head.

"No need to apologize, I get it."

Duff has been recording a lot more lately. Axl has been really pushing the boys to release two albums on the same day and it's really stressing them out. Duff has been coming home later and more exhausted every day.

"Let's eat and chill on the couch?" You offer and he nods. You both move to the kitchen to get dinner, then to the living room couch to watch some TV.

"You didn't have to wait for me to eat, ya know," he says. You shrug and blow on your spoonful.

"I wanted to." Silence is only taken over by the re-runs of 'I Love Lucy' for the next ten minutes or so. You giggle at something Lucy did and look over at Duff to see why he didn't laugh, and your eyes land upon a sleeping Duff.

His head is leaned back on the cushion and his mouth is open slightly, his hand still clutching his spoon. You smile sadly at yourself before taking his nearly empty plate and putting in on the coffee table, making a mental note to clean it up in the morning.

You grab the soft blanket that hangs from the back of the couch and cover the both of you. You move Duff into a more comfortable sleeping position and cuddle into him, falling asleep quickly.

You wake up slightly confused as Duff wasn't holding you, and you're positive he wasn't going to record today. You sigh and sit up, pushing off the blanket and rubbing remaining sleep from your eyes. You spot a yellow sticky note and grab it.

'Axl called and said to go over to the studio, sorry we couldn't spend the day together. I love you and I'll see you when I get home.

-D'

You run your hand over the familiar handwriting and curse Axl in your head. You had a surprise for Duff, and you were going to go pick it up with him.

Today was the day you were going to pick up Duff's puppy.

Your friend Heather's puppies were finally old enough to be given away. You know Duff has been having a really rough time with Axl being especially overbearing— even if he tries not to show it— but hopefully a new puppy will cheer him up.

You quickly dress up and begin the trip to Heather's small home. The drive was about forty minutes, so you got a few songs in. Once you pull up and get out of the car, you can already see your friend barreling towards you.

She hugs you tightly, she was always very sweet and lovey. Her purple hair is tied up in a very messy bun, but you could've swore it was green when you saw her a few weeks ago.

"I missed you! You need to visit me more, and bring that hot rockstar of yours," she says, her pink lips curving upwards. You giggle and nod.

"Maybe next time, he got stuck in the studio today." She grabs your hand and drags you in her house, already chatting about the next thing. She was always thinking about a hundred different things a second.

Heather shows you all the puppies, a huge grin on her face as she talks. The mama dog was laying on her side while one of her babies pounce and play with her.

"Which one is that?" Heather looks towards the hyper puppy your asking about.

"Oh! That's Butterscotch!" Heather picks up the puppy and hands him over to you. "He has a cute white patch on his belly." You smile and pet the only white patch of fur on the otherwise brown puppy.

"I think he's the one, Heather." Heather grins.

"I knew you'd want Butterscotch!"

The ride home was a little more stressful than you'd care to admit. Butterscotch kept jumping in the passengers seat and barking at anything that moved.

It definitely would've been easier if Duff had come with you like you'd planned. Never the less, you get home in one piece.

You grab the adorable puppy in your arms and walk up to your shared home. The bags filled with things like dog food, a collar, and a leash are forgotten in the car as you excitedly burst through the door.

"Duffles! I'm home!" When there isn't an answer, you look out the window to see if you imagined his car. Definitely there, not loosing it completely yet. "Duff..?"

You walk through the house, the excitable and hyper dog licking your face and trying to escape. You gently push the bedroom door open.

Duff lays fully clothed on the bed, sleeping with his blonde hair like a halo above his head. Suddenly, Butterscotch is the second cutest thing in the room.

The puppy, seeing a brand new person and getting excited, burst through your arms and jumps on the bed.

"Shit! No, come—" But it's too late. Before you can grab him, he jumps onto Duff and licks him awake.

"What the fuck?!" Duff wakes with a start and looks for the culprit. "Y/N?"

"I'm sorry! I didn't think he'd leap out of my arms like that," you say, reaching over to somewhat stop Butterscotch from attacking Duff.

"It's ok, just surprised me," Duff says with a smile that lights up his face. You watch him play with his new puppy, happy to see the dark bags under his eyes have diminished a little. "Who's is he?"

"Yours." He looks up with wide eyes.

"Mine?" You nod and join him on the bed, petting Butterscotch with him.

"His name's Butterscotch. You like him?"

"Like him? Babe, I love him!" Duff plants a kiss on your cheek in thanks. "But I think you meant 'our' dog."

"Fine, I'm glad you love our dog." Butterscotch gets comfortable in between you and Duff, getting some well needed rest after jumping around so much. Duff gives him a scratch behind the ears and you lean over to lay on his shoulder.

"I love you," Duff mumbles before dozing off. You smile to yourself and follow his lead, falling into a dreamless sleep.

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 4 years

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Meeting and Dating Leonard Lawrence

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- You met Leonard before he was drafted. You see, Leonard's “type” is girls who smile at and are somewhat decent to him. You show him that little sliver of attention and kindness and he’s all yours. Which is exactly what you did.

- You were with some guys in your town when Leonard walked past. The guys called his name mockingly, forcing him stop so that they could make fun of him.

- Initially, you sort of didn’t know he was sound which only added onto your outrage over how the boys were treating him. What else were you supposed to think, he was half a foot taller than most of them and wasn’t doing anything to stop them from ragging on him.

- Regardless, you stuck up for him, telling the boys to stop and that it wasn’t funny. They turned on you and; lightheartedly, began to tease you as Leonard; stunned into stillness by your kindness, just stared at you in gratitude. Well, he stared until the guys told him to fuck off which he did so clumsily, sneaking glances back at you as he went.

- A few days pass and you honestly forget about the boy. That is, until he shyly approaches you as you’re taking a walk, introducing himself and thanking you for sticking up for him. You tell him that it was no problem and ask if he wants to join you on your walk after he awkwardly lingers by your side.

- The two of you begin a friendship of sorts; occasionally stumbling across each other and hanging out or saying hello on the street. You weren’t very close but you liked his company which is why you didn’t find it hard to say yes when he asked you out on a date.

- You should have seen how nervous he was; stuttering all over the place and shaking like a leaf. He almost couldn’t believe his ears when you actually agreed, he had to ask you to repeat what you’d said.

- For your first date, he took you on a picnic in the park. The two of you talked for a long time, getting to know each other on a deeper level and just enjoying each other’s company. You were genuinely surprised by how fast time passed when you were with him.

- The two of you share your first kiss a full two weeks after you have your first date. You’re seeing each other regularly, he’s just too shy to initiate it so finally you just do it yourself.

- He couldn’t have been happier when you tugged him down to your level and laid one on him. It was the best day of his life.

- After that display, there was no way he would ever let you go.

- He’s not very experienced when it comes to relationships so you’re going to have to be patient with him. Teach him about what he’s allowed to do because if he isn’t sure, he usually just winds up not doing it which means a whole lot less affection.

- He’s sorta shy when it comes to Pda. Usually, the most he’ll do is hold your hand or give you a hug.

- He asks permission before he does anything, even if it’s just holding your hand or kissing you. He’s constantly nervous that he’ll mess up and do the wrong thing.

- Soft, clumsy kisses.

- Cheek kisses.

- Piggyback rides.

- He picks little flowers for you whenever he sees them. Usually, they’re just weeds but they’re still pretty and the sentiment remains the same.

- He thinks you’re the epitome of perfection and he tells you so while breathing out an awestruck sigh.

- He looks at you like you hung the moon. There’s always this admiration and complete love and devotion present in his gaze.

- He’s not a good liar and has trouble keeping a straight face; even when he really wants to, so you’ll always know when somethings up.

- Bear hugs. He’s a tall boy so you’re always nestled nicely into his chest.

- He usually only calls you by your first name but isn’t opposed to using nicknames. He does have a particular fondness for being called them.

- His body is like a heater; he’s always so warm so whenever you’re cold, just move in close and you’ll be fine.

- Standing up for him whenever people try to give him trouble.

- He loves cuddling but he’s a bit hesitant to initiate it which is why he’s always so happy whenever you snuggle into him. He does whatever he can to reciprocate the action, wrapping himself around you awkwardly and refusing to move even if it gets uncomfortable.

- Whispered conversations while you’re laying in bed.

- He puts the things he knows about you in a special folder in his mind so that he never forgets them. He can be a bit absentminded at times but you’re put above all else.

- He’s always happy to help if you have housework to do. He likes being able to make your life easier in any way he can.

- Wearing his shirts. They’re big and comfy and he never minds when you steal them.

- He usually doesn’t have a ton of money but he’ll scrounge up enough to take you out on a date every now and again. They might not be the most expensive but they’ll always be fun.

- Movie theater dates. He will cry if you watch a sad movie so maybe just stick to comedies.

- Going to diners. They’re fairly cheap and the two of you can sit and talk without anyone eavesdropping; anyone as in members of your family.

- Going to candy shops. He’s a sucker for sweets.

- Most of the time, you just take walks in parks or around town, occasionally stopping to do something that looks fun.

- Leonard’s a little slow and needs some special care but he isn’t stupid; he just needs the right motivation and teacher to learn.

- He names his rifle after you when he’s in recruitment camp. It’s the only name he feels is right; he takes Hartmans speech a little too seriously.

- Exchanging letters while he’s at boot camp. His handwriting is messy and a bit hard to read but you still think they’re cute.

- A gentleman. He always uses his manners and treats you like a lady. His mama taught him well.

- His parents are so happy that he’s found himself a “good, decent girl”. They’re so proud and welcoming towards you.

- He’s always eager to try and cheer you up or be there for you when you’re upset. He’s a big softie, he can’t stand seeing you cry.

- He doesn’t get jealous very often, only when he sees that you really like the person and they like you. His brain immediately goes to “oh she likes him more than me” and “she would be better off dating him” which usually leads to him sulking for a while.

- He’s definitely a bit insecure so occasionally, he’ll need some reassurance that you do in fact like him; and only him, and that you actually think he’s handsome.

- He insists on walking you home at night, even though he wouldn’t know what to do if you actually encountered anything dangerous.

- Leonard isn’t a very tough person so he might not fight someone but he’ll protect you from other things. He’ll make sure you don’t trip on something or get stung by a bee but if some guy flirted with or insulted you, don’t expect a whole lot from him because he’ll probably try to act tough and just get unnecessarily yelled at or roughed up.

- You don’t fight, you just don’t. He can’t handle it, he’s too soft, too sweet.

- If you ever were to fight, he’d be keen on making up and apologizing. He hates even the thought of you being upset with him and/or not wanting to see him. He’s afraid you’ll break up with him completely; something he won’t just be able to take in stride.

- He says “I love you” very often. Sometimes, he says it just to hear you say it back because he can’t believe someone as amazing as you genuinely loves him.

- I don’t think having a girlfriend back home would change everything about Leonard's situation but I do think that it would be motivation for him to not go through with his final actions. He’ll most likely spend some time in a psych ward but I think once he’s out of boot camp, his life will be a whole lot better.

- He can’t imagine not having you in his life. You’re gods greatest gift to him and he can’t wait until the two of you can get married and start your life together.

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pastrnaks-sainz · 4 years

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Center Ice

Pairing: David Pastrnak x female!reader

Type: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1142

Summary: Many, many things happen at center ice. Pucks are dropped, Stanley Cups are raised, punches are thrown. Center ice sees many things. One thing it almost never sees, though, are life changing questions.

Italics = letter

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It was supposed to be his day off. He was supposed to spend the day on the couch with you. He was supposed to be available to rub your back and run his fingers through your hair.

He wasn’t supposed to be gone when you woke up. He wasn’t supposed to have completely vanished off the face of the Earth.

You threw the covers off your legs and went about your day, checking your phone every five minutes for a text from David. You heard nothing from him, or from his teammates for that matter, until four in the afternoon. Your phone buzzed with a text from Charlie McAvoy telling you to get to the Garden as soon as you could.

You instantly dropped the anger and frustration you held as you jumped in your car and sped to the stadium. Your mind raced, coming up with scenarios of what could have happened. You could have messed up the days, thinking he didn’t have practice when he actually did. Maybe he got injured, or something had happened to him.

Security jumped out of your way as you barreled down the hall to the locker room. You threw open your door to find no one there, and roses overflowing from David’s locker. You walked up to it, confused and intrigued. On top of one of the bouquets sat a note in a pristine white envelope with your name scrawled in his messy handwriting.

Y/N, I want to start by apologizing if I made you upset this morning. My surprise took a long time to put together, and I wanted it to be really special. Now, I’m not the best with words so if you could come down to the ice I’ll give you the rest of your surprise.

You took a second to marvel at how adorable your boyfriend was before following his request and jogging down to the bench. The lights glowed a soft red as you walked down the tunnel. A red carpet was spread out, leading to center ice. And in the very middle of the rink, stood David in a neat black suit. He looked somewhat out of place in his suit rather than his uniform.

“David?” you asked as you started down the red carpet. A spotlight shined on you.

“Hi princezna,” David smiled as you drew closer. You loved that pet name he had for you. It never failed to make you smile.

“Baby, what’s going on?” you asked, coming to a stop in front of him. He stopped fiddling with his cuffs and held your hands. His fingers were cold and he was shaking. You had seen David remain completely calm before game sevens before, so this, the whole nervousness, confused you more than it would have confused you if it had been Charlie McAvoy standing at center ice instead of David.

“I’ve had this question for a long time,” he began, his accent as thick as ever. “And I never really knew how to ask you, but I wanted to make it special and in a place we both love.”

“Pasta,” you said, using his nickname. “What’s going on?”

“Y/N,” he let go of your hands and reached into his pocket and knelt down on the red carpet. “Will you marry me?”

Your hands flew to your mouth as you took a step back. The sight of David was enough to make you start crying.

“Yes,” you nodded, your voice barely above a whisper. “Yes, yes!”

David broke into a grin as he stood up and slid the ring onto your shaking finger. You threw your arms around his neck, burying your face in his shoulder. His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close.

You stayed like that for what felt like forever. Just the two of you. No fans, no teammates, just you and David.

“We should probably go home,” David said after a little while. “Marchy is having a party at his house tonight.”

“Did you plan this so we’d be getting all the attention?” you asked as you walked off the ice with him, his arm still around your waist.

“Maybe,” he shrugged with a grin.

You laughed and leaned into him, letting him lead you out of the Garden to where your car had been haphazardly parked in the players’ lot. You tossed him your keys and climbed in the passenger seat. You stared at the diamond ring sitting on your finger as Pasta drove home. It shined in the light, making your smile somehow grow even wider. David glanced over to you and smiled too. He reached across the arm rest and set his hand on your thigh, rubbing his thumb against the denim of your jeans. His touch was enough to make you feel all warm. You were hopelessly in love with David Pastrnak.

“You ready to go, princezna?” David called from the main room of your apartment. You cast one last look in the mirror, adjusted your dress, grabbed your heels, and walked out to meet him.

“You don't think the matching color is too much?” you asked as you gazed at him in his maroon suit.

“Nah,” he shook his head and walked over to you. “You look better in it than me anyway.”

“Such a flirt,” you smiled as he took your face between his hands and kissed your forehead.

“Come on, let’s go take all the attention,” he said as he took your hand.

A valet was waiting outside Marchy’s house. David handed him the keys as he rushed to the other side of the car and opened the door for you. He took your hand and helped you out. Wolf whistles arose from the players walking in at the same time as you.

“Power couple’s here!” Brandon Carlo shouted as you and David joined him. “I hear congratulations are in order.”

“Thanks, bro,” Pasta replied, clapping Brandon’s shoulder. “I got lucky that’s for sure.”

“Let’s see it!” Katrina, Brad’s wife, exclaimed the second you and David cross the threshold into the house. You held out your hand, gathering a group of women.

“Did you pick it out?” Stephanie asked as he admired the ring on your finger. “Because there’s no way our Pasta could have taste this nice.”

“Hey,” Pasta slapped a hand to his chest, mocking offense. “I’m offended.”

“He picked it out,” you replied, smiling up at David. “He has good taste.”

“So do you,” David grinned as he leaned down for a kiss. “You picked me after all.”

The women in the house awed while David’s teammates all gave him various forms of chirps. And that’s pretty much how the night went. People asked to see the ring, teammates gave David crap but eventually told you they were happy for you, and you never once left David’s arm.

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red-writing-on-asylum-walls · 3 years

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FebuWhump Day 6: Insomnia

Warnings: unreliable narrator, unreality, disassociation, heart attack

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The bus hits a pothole and he fumbles with the straps of his ratty backpack, nearly dropping it as he’s jarred out of his semi-lucid stupor. He blinks, eyes dry, presses the heels of his hands into them. It doesn’t help. It never does.

It’s late in the evening, past rush hour so the bus is mostly empty, just him and a handful of strangers ignoring each other on their way to their own destinations. It’s better this way, better that there aren’t people giving him the side eye or pitiful glances or pulling their little ones away from him. He knows he looks awful—messy hair, jeans full of holes, peeling sneakers, and a sweater that’s barely held together by a thread. They probably think he’s homeless. In fact, when he’d climbed on the bus the driver had looked ready to throw him off. But he has money so he gets to stay.

Or rather, he had money.

The last of it had gone to the bus ticket.

He swallows the bitter laughter that wants to come out, reminds himself he’s in public.

He really is homeless now. There’s no going back after this.

His head is swimming and it makes the bus go in and out of focus. He closes his eyes for a second and when he opens them, they’re pulling up to a bus stop. Shit, he lost time again. Thoughts blur into nonsense as he scrambles to remember if this is where he was supposed to be. He presses his face against the window, squinting at the street signs, and struggles to retrieve the bent and stained notepad from his pocket.

The letters and numbers melt off the page and he can’t understand them.

With a fierce shake of his head, he forces himself to focus, gritting his teeth in concentration.

This is his stop! Shit, shit, shit!

He nearly falls in the aisle as he scrambles out of his seat, stepping on the shredded hem of his jeans and almost tripping himself. He bumps and tumbles his way to the front, making noises he hopes are apologies but he can’t figure out words right now, too focused on getting off the bus.

The driver gives him a look—one he can’t really parse—as he passes and bumbles down the stairs onto the sidewalk. The doors close behind him and the bus pulls away in a choking cloud of exhaust. He coughs. Then he’s coughing harder, heaving and doubled over as he struggles for breath. His chest aches by the time he’s wheezing into a somewhat stable condition, eyes watering and throat dry.

Which way was he supposed to be going from here?

The notepad is still in his hand and he frowns at it. God, his handwriting is hot garbage. Or maybe it’s the sleep deprivation. Or maybe it’s both.

He looks from the paper to the numbers on the nearby houses, squinting at them in the growing dusk. Looks like he’s got a ways to go from here.

So he starts walking.

It’s weird how his legs ache and are numb at the same time.

What he wouldn’t give for a cigarette. But he’d smoked his last one the day (night?) he’d left. The cravings are a dull roar compared to the exhaustion and sickness chewing him up from the inside. The ache from his coughing fit is still sitting stubbornly in his chest, a little to the left of his sternum, and he massages his chest through the front of his sweater. It doesn’t really help. Nothing helps.

How long has he been walking?

Wait, what was the house he was looking for?

He trips when he tries to stop walking, falls to his knees on the sidewalk and skins his palms with a hiss of pain. Now his knee is throbbing and sore, his hands hurt, it’s hard to breathe, and he’s exhausted beyond all reasoning.

It takes him a moment to realize he’s dropped the notepad. He almost falls again when a wave of dizziness hits him as he bends over to pick it up.

The house is back a little ways. He’d been moving automatically and had walked right past it.

The walk from the street to the front door feels like miles.

His hand is shaking as he raises it to knock. He doesn’t know if that’s because of the exhaustion or the trepidation. Probably an unhealthy dose of both.

Why isn’t anyone answering? Ah. His fist is still in the air, he hasn’t knocked yet. Things are getting worse. The jarring sensation of his knuckles hitting the door sends vibrations all the way up his arm and he stares at his hand in fascination.

The wonderment at this tactile sensation is disrupted when the door opens warm, golden light spills over him like a blanket. Except there’s a heavy shadow in the way of the light. A very big shadow. He can’t…really…it looks vaguely familiar but he can’t…

“You.” Snarls the big shadow in the doorway and, oh, yes. This is the one that can hit back, “What the hell are you doing here?”

He opens his mouth, closes it, struggles to remember how to form words correctly as myriads of memories and sensations pile on top of one another in his head. His brain feels like molasses, thick and sticky, sloppy and clinging to the edges of his skull, too unyielding to process the thoughts he so desperately needs it to. Panic makes his breath speed up and his chest clench tighter.

“Who is it?” That’s a familiar voice. It’s a sharp and clear memory, a harpoon right through his core and dragging him back into reality, a crystal chime that resonates like a tuning fork with his aching bones, “Who’s at the d—Aaron!?”

Fear in those wide eyes.

Aaron tries to smile, his lips cracked. When he speaks, his voice is hoarse and shaky, “H-hey, Jake…sorry to just…drop it. I…I…” He falters, sways on his feet, is surprised when a very large, very warm hand braces his shoulder. He follows the hand up the arm to the shoulder and to—oh yeah, his name was Dan. Aaron’s throat clicks as he swallows, dry and scratchy,

“I need help…”

“Come inside.” Says Dan.

“Dan!” Jake cries, horrified, striding into the room like he has every intention of throwing Aaron out himself. He probably could, Aaron’s barely in a state to walk over the threshold as it is.

“Jake, look at him! He’s a walking corpse! And he’s asking for help!” Dan gestures and Aaron wants to protest being talked about like he’s not there but he’s gotten distracted by a tiny person with red hair sticking their head into the room.

“Dad? Who’s that?”

“Milo!” Jake whirls around, shoos the smaller person—a kid? why does Jake have a kid?—out of the room, “Go sit back at the table! Dan and I will handle this!”

“But—“

“The table or your room, young man!”

The boy stomps back the way he came. Aaron lets out a humorless, dry chuckle, doesn’t quite understand why until his sloppy mind makes the connection—the kid reminds him of when he and Jake were little.

Then he’s sitting on a couch and by all the holy things still left in the world it’s so comfortable and soft and Aaron thinks he could sink right through it into dreamland. He lolls his head back against it, slumps down on the cushions, just enjoys the sensation. It takes him quite a while before he realizes someone is shaking him and trying to ask him questions. He blinks, tries to refocus, forcing himself to listen.

“—wrong with you? You show up on our doorstep looking like roadkill and probably stoned out of your mind and just ask for our help? Does she—does mom know you’re here!? Does she know—“

“She don’ know where you live, Jake, promise,” Aaron says tiredly, letting his heavy head turn enough to look at his brother. Jake is making a face that Aaron can’t understand—distrust? anger? certainly not sympathy, “I stole…she had money. I took it. Found you on my own.”

“Aaron, what’s going on?” Dan is on his other side but Aaron’s too tired to try and turn to look at him, “What’s wrong? Are…are you drugged?”

“Hm?” Aaron loses focus for a second when he sees the little redhead peering into the room behind Jake, “Oh…no. Just…I can’t…sleep.” He heaves his arms up, presses his hands into his eyes again like that will magically make this all go away, “Been two…four? Maybe. Been days. Can’t sleep. Y’know mom,” He drops his hands onto his lap, feels his mouth twist into a mean sort of grin, “She wouldn’ bother. Um.” He frowns, tries to find the right words, searches the ceiling for them and gets lost in the crackle pattern.

“Insomnia?” Says Dan’s voice and Aaron wants to say, yes, that’s it, that’s what it probably is, but his chest hurts so much and breathing is so hard so he doesn’t.

“He’s never had it before…” Jake says but he sounds uncertain. Even worried. Aaron thinks he would laugh at Jake worrying for him if the pain in his chest wasn’t building so much.

“Jake…” He wheezes, bats his hand in the air, tries to find someone or something to hold onto because it hurts, it hurts so much and he’s so tired and afraid and alone and he doesn’t want to be this anymore, “Ja’…Jake, it—help…hurts!” Aaron curls in on himself, fingers clawing at the front of his sweater, gasping for air, dizzy with too much and not enough all happening at the same time. The pain in his chest is a power drill tearing into him, ripping open his ribcage, pouring acid in his veins, stabbing him in the heart.

“It’s a heart attack!” Dan’s voice, far away, fuzzy, like through static, “He’s having a heart attack!”

“Aaron!” Jake, closer, maybe hands on Aaron’s shoulders, on his face, Jake’s bright and frightened gaze swimming in front of Aaron’s teary eyes, “Aaron! Stay with us, we’re going to get you help! It’ll be okay! Aaron! AARON!”

Maybe when he wakes up, he can tell Jake that he’s sorry.

#febuwhump #febuwhump2021 #febuwhumpday6 #my bloody art #micoverse

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syahaz · 4 years

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Camp TV Short Story - Diary Where Are You?

Main Story:

It’s another night without challenge and elimination. A girl with reddish dyed and highlighted hair, a black plain shirt and zebra-striped short is panic as in trying to find something that very dear to her. She rushes outside with only full moonlight guiding her way to her destination in mind. When she arrives there, she is surprised by the sight of a guy holding her beloved diary.

Heather: YOU!!!

Trenton: Huh?

Heather: Stop you, diary stealer! *Runs towards Trenton and struggling to take the diary back.*

Trenton: *Quickly defend himself enough with his arms as a shield.* Heather, calm down! It’s not what you think it is.

Heather: Then what was THAT?! *Points at her diary in Trenton’s hand.*

Trenton: Look, I just want to see to whom I should return this diary!

Heather: *Snatches the diary right away.* AS IF I’m gonna believe you! You have like hundreds of reasons to take me down!

Trenton: You know, *Takes a deep breath* I tried to be nice to you ONCE in a lifetime… *Turns back against Heather towards the path to the boys’ cabin.* Believe whatever you want, as long the truth is in my side, I got nothing to be mad about.

Heather: *Stares at Trenton with hatred intensely. Raises eyebrows and bites lips moments later.* Umm, about my middle name can you just… don’t tell anyone about it?

Trenton: *Stays silent for a couple of seconds.* I don’t know what’s your deal with it, but I won’t say anything about it. Not my business, right?

Heather: Err, yeah…

Heather: Hello? Is anybody there?... This is not funny... Trenton if that’s you, I’ll kill you if you follow me back! *Runs to the girls’ cabin in fear. Slamming the door shut.*

Lewshana: *Awakes of the slammed door. Lifting her eye cover on one side.* What the? Heather, could you slow down? I’m about getting my beauty sleep. By the way, what the hell are you doing out there?

Heather: *Breaths unstably.* Sorry- yes- but- out there’s- there’s… *Catches more breath.*

Lewshana: Take it easy, sis. I can’t understand what are you trying to say-

The door opens wide the second time with a huge force by a mysterious figure without any prior notice which is horrifying to both Heather and Lewshana. Not to mention it is already late at night and it is very sudden. The figure turns out to be sleepwalking Lindsay, who then falls on the floor. Lewshana sighed, pulls her eye cover out completely and jumps out from her bed and go back to get her beauty sleep. Then she manages to bring Lindsay back to her bed. Heather eventually slumps herself on her bed. She checks out if her diary got any damage to it. Relief that there’s none, she takes a deep breath before closing her eyes despite having a sprinkle of guilt inside her.

Alternative Story:

It’s another night without challenge and elimination. A young man with a messy haircut, black tank top and camo three-quarter slack trousers takes a chance for a night stroll and breathes in breezing air. With some ray from his camping flashlight, he begins to hum along the way. Step by step, he found something peculiar within the bushes. He’s pretty sure it’s not something that belongs there as its shape is very regular instead of an organic one. He flashes towards it and he discovers a book or rather a book-like object. He picks it up and then tries to slowly figure out what the object is.

Trenton: Hmm, looks like a diary… Someone must be losing it. Hmm… *Flipping the cover of the diary, seeing some handwriting on the first page..* Heather Gwenfron…

Heather: YOU!!!

Trenton: Huh?

Heather: Stop you, diary stealer! *Runs towards Trenton and struggling to take the diary back.*

Trenton: *Quickly defend himself enough with his arms as a shield.* Heather, calm down! It’s not what you think it is.

Heather: Then what was THAT?! *Points at her diary in Trenton’s hand.*

Trenton: Look, I just want to see to whom I should return this diary!

Heather: *Snatches the diary right away.* AS IF I’m gonna believe you! You have like hundreds of reasons to take me down!

Heather: *Stares at Trenton with hatred intensely. Raises eyebrows and bites lips moments later.* Umm, about my middle name can you just… don’t tell anyone about it?

Trenton: *Stays silent for a couple of seconds.* I don’t know what’s your deal with it, but I won’t say anything about it. Not my business, right?

Heather: Err, yeah...

Clouds slowly covering the shine of the full moon. Owls hoots and soaring crows transmit throughout the whole woods. Steps of a living being on the nature floor can be heard by others nearby, sending some chills down to Heather’s vertebrae. Suddenly, Trenton comes back to pick up the camping flashlight that he accidentally dropped. Heather instantly gets an idea to get way back to the cabin.

Heather: Uh… I, err, um… Could you, *Gulps* walk with me? I don't wanna at first but the woods tonight just feel so odd, you know? *Rubs arms nervously.*

Trenton: *Sigh hard before turns his head a few times slightly facing the way to the girls’ cabin.*

Heather: *Nodding and smiles.*

While walking, Heather couldn’t keep her head straight to the front. Her deep instinct keeps telling her that they’re both are not alone. The atmosphere of the night truly creeps Heather out. On the contrary, she is the kind who love the serendipity of a night but in this specific night, presence of an evil force somewhat can be detected, roaming among the tall big barks. Trenton instinctively grips Heather’s hands gently. She opens her eyes widely at him out of shock, then smiles of relief for his understanding. As soon as they reach the front door of the girls’ cabin, Trenton turns his way back to his initial destination without any word since they’re leaving the woods area. Heather is about to say something to him after going through strong conflict on herself whether she should apologize for her harsh words or keep it to herself. However, he already far away to hear her from where she is at that point. She lets a frustrating groan out, chagrined on her delayed action. For short, she messed up big time.

Heather: *Opens the door and closing it calmly.*

Leshawna: *Awakes of the creaking door. Lifting her eye cover on one side.* Heather? Is that you? Did you found your diary out there?

Heather: *Grins sheepishly.* Yeah, I did. It was very scary out there but hey, it worth it.

#total drama #td trent #td gwen #td gwent #camp tv #camp tv trenton #camp tv heather #trent x gwen #trenton x heather #heathton #syahazart #WOW I CAN'T BELIEVE I ACTUALLY WROTE A COMPLETED FIC #LIKE EXCUSE ME WHO ARE YOU??!!#my younger self will never recognizes me again oops #before anything yes I aware of the flaws of my sketches in the eyes of comic artist sobsss #one of the reason to choose digital over traditional but still love them both really #camp tv otherway #camp tv island #camp tv short story

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bangcrizpychan · 4 years

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Tainted Daisies | ii.It Stalks

Chapters: | prologue | i | ii | iii | iv | v | vi | vii | viii | ix | x | xi | epilogue |

Genre: psychological thriller, angst, mystery, crime, rich kid!stray kids au, college!au, slow burn

Word count: 2.9k

Ratings: 16+

⚠WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol

Tainted Daisies Masterlist

Tag list: @nightshade-minho @mikoto-ica-fics @momochiiiiiiii @nowimyourdaisies @ravenlilshots @channiesmixtape @skzmnho @yutacchin @minnieflowers @xxbluestrifexx @mxxndreams @hshhj0620 @kpopwritist (If you want to be added to or removed from the tag list, please let me know.)

The Friday sun rose and filled the sky with shades of pink and orange, its bright light illuminating your small yet somewhat spacious bedroom. The singing of birds filled your ears as you awake from your slumber. Stretching your arms high and releasing a huge yawn, you scrambled out of your messy bed and headed towards the bathroom.

You could see bags under your eyes and a line of dried drool on the corners of your mouth. you turned on the tap and splashed the water your face, the cold liquid waking up your nerves, making you alert to your surroundings.

After finishing up and wearing a pair of new clothes, you headed out of your room . You see the old man was still knocked out on the couch and released a sigh, he shouldn't have drank those many bottles if he couldn't handle it. You made a mental note to clean those up later, it had been four days since school started and you would've cleaned those by now if it wasn't too much of a hassle. Something bubbled inside you, it wasn't because you hated him, but he was a grown man and is fully capable of taking care of himself.

Your favorite music blasted through your headphones as you walked towards your school since your apartment was not too far from it. The streets were busier than usual, it was probably because everyone was getting ready for a Friday night or welcoming the weekend. You felt a chill run down your spine and you quickly whipped your head back, you see pedestrians shuffling around but none of them seemed suspicious until you saw a hooded figure across the street from you, your feet subconsciously hurried towards the university with the figure lingering in your mind.

"Y/n!" A voice startled you and made you snap back to reality.

You looked at the source and released a sigh of relief when you saw Seungmin.

"You startled me, you idiot!" You said, hitting his arm and letting out a chuckle.

"Well I've been calling out your name but you seemed a little occupied," he said, while scratching the back of his head.

You let out a small "oh," and muttered an apology as a rosy tint painted your cheeks. You looked around your surroundings and noticed that you were already at the university.

"I was probably so absorbed that my mind went autopilot," you thought. Seungmin slung his arm around your shoulders and the both of you went inside the school.

He was separated from you when you headed towards your respected classrooms. You entered the room and saw that there were only a few students, you went to your seat and pulled out your notebook. You were engaged on your doodling that you didn't notice Felix sitting next to you.

"Hey Y/n," he said, causing you to look up from your notebook and gave him a small smile.

You became acquainted with him after he bought you a drink from a soda machine on a Tuesday morning. The money that you brought with you was not enough at the time and him helping you changed your views toward him.

"Nice," Felix suddenly murmured and you gave him a puzzled look.

"It's the second time I've seen you smile at me, it looks nice on your face," he continued.

"Thank you, Felix," you said and went back to doodling.

"Stop what you are doing and let me be your center of attention because I do not like repeating myself," A woman's voice boomed which caused you and the other students to shift your attention towards a tall woman with a stoic expression at the door.

The sound of her heels echoed throughout the room as she walked towards the desk. The woman was wearing a red pencil skirt that reached below her knee paired with a white ruffle blouse. She had a pair of spectacles resting on the bridge of her nose and a thin lips completed her look. Silence engulfed the room as her aura sparked fear and confusion among you.

"Silence. Good." She said, as she rested a hand on her hip.

"Professor Park is on leave so I will be her substitute for today, I am Professor Choi," she said, while scanning the room as if she was waiting for someone to make a mistake.

"take out your textbooks and open it to page 382," she added.

You and the rest of the class immediately took out your books and opened it to the said page.

"Caught Red-Handed: The Art of Analysis" it read, confusion was evident on your face as this lesson was not tackled yet.

"Yes Mr. Lee?" You looked at Felix and saw him slowly lowering his hand.

"Professor, we had not discussed this yet, we're still at the-"

"-Introduction," she interrupted and pushed her spectacles a little higher.

"I see Professor Park still likes to take her time, well I'm not her, therefore we will start at where I want to begin." she continued, you noticed Felix and the rest of your classmates fidgeting in their seats, completely uncomfortable.

"Some of your professors are more concerned about the theories and all that, but me, I prefer you learn through hands on." Professor Choi said while turning on the television and flashed a picture of two letters.

"Now tell me, what do you see?" she asked and looked around the room.

You noticed most of your classmates avoided her gaze, which earned a sigh of disappointment coming out her mouth.

"Mr. Lee, what do you see?" Felix tensed up as he slowly rose from his seat. You notice his eyes darting between Professor Choi and the television.

"I-I see letters," he stuttered, earning a laugh from the class.

"Thank you for that wonderful insight, I wouldn't have known," Professor Choi retorted, rolling her eyes in the process.

You gave his hand a squeeze after he turned red from embarrassment. Professor Choi grabbed a pile of paper from her desk and distributed them by rows. When you received yours, it showed the pictures the same as the one in the television.

You noticed that the longer you stared at it, the more you see its features; the name of the sender, a stamp, smudged ink, and a horrible handwriting.

"Now, what do you see?" Professor Choi asked, you slowly raised your hand and she nodded at your direction. You stood up and looked at the paper.

"Um.. Based on the smudged ink, the letter could have been spilled by something liquid, there's some sort of stain at the top, and..." you stopped talking and stared at the two letters.

"and?" Professor Choi asked, while you continued to look at the picture.

"These are two different letters," you finally said after a minute of silence.

You looked at Professor Choi and saw the corner of her mouth twitch into a smile.

"the first one is different from the other letter, the handwriting looks the same but now that I look at it, the letter "q" is not written identically at all. It's putting an impression that the same person wrote this but it's two different people." You said, feeling quite amazed how you could spot it.

"Very good, you may sit down," Professor said and you obliged, she held up a transparent seal bag with the two letters inside it.

"This is where the fun begins, if you just glance at it, the letters look like any normal letters, but that's the art of analysis. Every little thing matters," she said, and instructed the first row to pass the bag around.

"As someone who studies forensics, a glimpse is not enough to make a deduction, you need to go deeper into the details and look where some people won't even glance at. Here," she continued, getting a laser pointer and pointed at the stain on the top right corner of the letter.

"Did anyone see this? This is saliva that was used to seal the envelope," she said as the bag finally reached you. You took a better look at it and you saw details that you didn't see on its printed form.

"This letter once belonged to a man named Charles Smith, he was a foreigner who committed suicide at his hotel, but it turned out to be a murder case. You see, the murderer did an amazing job, the note was identical to Mr. Smith's handwriting, it was almost perfect." Professor Choi said as you passed the bag to Felix.

"I never noticed these things, you did a great job earlier," Felix said, passing the note to the next row and you gave him a small smile.

"Oh shush, I'm sure you'll do better than me," you said, hitting his arm playfully.

"-but the murderer made a huge mistake, he used his own saliva to close the envelope, which gave the forensics team the upper hand, his DNA was recovered through it and he was captured in no time." Professor Choi finished and flashed the picture of the killer.

His deranged look caused your breath hitch in your throat, you remembered the hooded figure from earlier. Everything around went still and you couldn't hear anything but the sound of your ragged breath, million thoughts ran through your head about the identity of that hooded figure.

"-so yeah, I was wondering if you'd come," you shook your head and looked at Felix. He was smiling at you, you scanned the room and noticed that the two of you were the only ones left.

Felix noticed your look of confusion and chuckled at you.

"Class ended a while ago, are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, I-I'm fine. What did you say?" you said, stuffing your things inside your bag.

"I'm having a party later at my place, I want you to come." he said, standing up with you and headed towards the door.

"Sure, I'd love to come, it would be fun," you said, turning your back from him but he held your arm.

"You can bring your friends too, they know where I live," he said and you nodded. He let go of your arm and you headed towards the cafeteria where you mostly meet with Seungmin and Jeongin.

The cafeteria was crowded but you managed to spot your friends and happily joined them on the table. You took out a sandwich and ate while they shared a bowl of kimchi.

"Hey look at this," Jeongin suddenly said and you looked at his phone.

"-a student whose identity we hid claimed to have seen the perpetrator the night Ms. Kim Yunhae went missing. This opened a possibility that there is a kidnapper roaming around our lovely city." The reporter said.

"Ishmanakaway," Seungmin said with mouth full of kimchi.

"What?" you said, Seungmin gulped and drank from his bottle water, his pale hand wiping the red sauce off the corners of his mouth.

"It's Tanaka Rei, my classmate from Japan," Seungmin said, stuffing his mouth again with a spoonful of kimchi.

"How do you know?" You asked.

"I came with her when she reported it to the police," Seungmin said, grabbing my half eaten sandwich and taking a bite off it.

"Do you think she's telling the truth?" you pressed, curious about this person.

"Why don't we ask her? She always goes to the extension building in her free time," Seungmin suggested but you shook your head.

"It's okay," you said, finishing your sandwich.

The three of you headed out the cafeteria and walked silently side by side.

"Hey, do you guys want to go to Felix's party tonight?" you asked, breaking the silence.

"We're not invited," Jeongin muttered.

"Oh, Felix said I can come with my friends, and you guys are my friends. Would you like to come with me?" you said, standing in front of them to stop them.

"That's very nice of you, Y/n but-"

"Oh come on Jeongin, you guys are my only close friends and it'll be awkward if I came alone." You said and gave them your best puppy dog eyes.

They looked at each other and sighed.

"Fine, we'll go. For you." Seungmin said and you wrapped your arms around them, laughing and saying 'thank you' over and over.

Time flew by and the next thing you knew, the three of you were already at Felix's house, but 'house' would be an understatement. Your jaw dropped at the sight of his mansion though the gate, it was only a two-storey house but it was wide, expensive cars were parked outside as you walked towards the front door.

Light strobes and loud music emitted the place and you rang the door bell but it took time for the door to open. It swung open and it revealed Hyunjin with a hand holding a bottle of wine and cheeks pink from his drunkenness.

"Oh hey new girl! Come in!" he slurred, even at his state, you couldn't deny that he still looked handsome.

The three of you entered and the place was packed. People snogging left and right, the dancing, the crowd almost made you feel dizzy. You noticed that Seungmin and Jeongin were a little uncomfortable but also a little intrigued to join the others.

"You guys should dance and hang out with them, I'm gonna look for Felix," you said and the three of you split up.

The reek of alcohol made you sick and you avoided touching people's sweaty bodies. You absentmindedly entered a room but felt relief wash over you because you managed to escape the hoard.

"You shouldn't be in here," a voice spoke behind you and you slowly turned your head. There stood Bang Chan, the man you felt drawn to.

Your face glowed red when you saw his unblinking gaze, his orbs that was filled with void and mystery, yet it was almost inviting. You turned to your left and noticed that you were inside the office of Felix's father. Their family portrait hung on top of the shelves with smiling faces.

"Neither should you," you said, finally gathering the courage to look at him.

"I don't like crowds that much, I went in here to breathe a little," he said, putting his hands in his pockets and walking around the room.

"My name is-"

"Y/n, I know,"

"Oh, Felix must've told you,"

"Once."

And there it was, total silence. You puffed your cheeks, feeling quite jittery.

"I should probably go-"

"Do you like champagne-"

You both spoke at the same time making you laugh, Chan released a chuckle and it made your heart skip a beat. It was beautiful.

"It's okay if you want to go," he said, you giggled and shook your head.

"I'd like to try a glass of champagne," you said and you noticed a quick flicker of spark in his eyes.

He slipped outside for a bit and was back in a second with two glasses and a bottle of French sparkling wine. He poured you a glass before pouring himself one.

"Cheers?" he raised his glass and you obliged, the sound of glass clinking echoed the room.

The conversation that exchanged between the both of you made you learn things about him, not a lot, but enough to know he was a good person even though his cold and dark eyes still makes your stomach do a flip. You felt a buzz in your pocket and you fished out your phone from it.

"Wer r u?" it read, the text was from Seungmin. You looked at the time and you cursed when you found out you were in that room for almost two hours.

"It was fun talking with you Chan, but I really need to go," you fixed your clothes and put the glass down on the nearest table.

"You too, see you at school," he said and gave you a small smile. You waved goodbye to him went out, his figure disappearing as you finally closed the door.

"Where have you been?" you jumped at the sound and look at the source, Jeongin had messy hair and a bottle of beer in his hand.

"Are you drunk?" you asked.

"No, just a little tipsy. Come on, Seungmin is waiting for us outside." he practically dragged you through the crowd until he came into a halt.

You could hear the crickets outside of the house, the music was not as loud and it felt a little peaceful. You see Seungmin and Felix talking as Jeongin dragged you behind him.

"There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you!" Seungmin said and rushed to hug you.

"Hi Felix," you said as soon as Seungmin had let you go.

"Did you have fun? I didn't see you inside," Felix asked.

"Yeah, I had a lot of fun. Thank you for inviting us Felix." you said and gave him a kiss on the cheek. A red tint replaced your kiss as he began to stutter.

"M-my c-chauffeur will t-take you g-guys home,"

"Thank you." The three of you said in unison just as a black car stopped on your side.

You were the last one to reach home because you had to help carry the boys since they fell asleep in the car. You thanked the driver and tiptoed towards the stairs of your apartment. The landlady will be pissed off if she found out you stayed past curfew.

Before you could reach the first step, a hand covered your mouth and dragged you, you thrashed around, fighting back the tears that were threatening to fall from your eyes. A sharp pain was jabbed on the side of your neck and you felt being thrown at the backseat of a car. You tried to stand up but your body felt putty, a cold and icy feeling rushed through your veins and to your brain, causing your visions to fade into black.

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Flowers in Blood

A/N: TWO IN A ROW!! I didn’t post chapter 17 when I finished it because I was tired and again, ya gurl lazy. So you guys get doubles today! Enjoy~

Summary: Justice is finally served... For now.

Warnings: Violence and brief sexual assault

Taglist: @lucywrites02, @shiningloki

Chapter 18: Bloodroot p. iii

Katie lay naked on the tatami floor; bruises, bites, dried blood and semen temporarily staining her flesh. Travis and three of his men had left her like this in the dark, damp room after violently raping her last night. She was curled in a ball to keep herself warm as she refused to get up. Not like she could anyways as her body ached from the brutal assault she endured. Her throat was raw from screaming and because of that, she was reduced to whimpering. Sleep did not come to her as she was too frightened at the things Travis could possibly do while she slept. Her mind went to thoughts of Jonathan- was he alright? Was he not hurt badly? Where was he? Was he dead?

"Rise and shine, whore." Travis slammed the sliding door open and stomped in, grabbing Katie by her hair and yanking her up. He chuckled at her yelp of pain and forced her to stand up. The Bloodroot leader scrunched his nose as he saw blood drip between Katie's legs. Using much force, he throws her to the ground and kicks her legs open. "Disgusting. You gotta be on your time of the month now?" He spat.

"I-I'm sorry." She whispered hoarsely, trying to shut her legs. Katie yelped again as Travis kicked her legs open again. She could feel him staring at her bloody genitals and felt so ashamed. "Please stop looking at me." She tried to raise her voice but grabbed her own throat, rubbing it as if it would soothe her somewhat. For once, Travis listened to her and walked out, huffing.

"She is to get food and water but no pain meds or clothes." Travis ordered his bodyguards.

At least she would be getting something to nourish herself with. Thankfully she had access to the bathroom in her dark room. Carefully, Katie stood up and winced from pain shooting down her legs. She hissed from her painful cramps and limped over to the bathroom. Travis wouldn't be giving her anything to help the pain, but Katie always had the bath and hot water to work with. She flicked the light on and looked at the vast bathroom, slightly happy to see the bathtub was a comfortable size. “Oooh..” She moaned softly from pain, her hand pressing against her abdomen. Katie made haste and filled the tub up with hot water and sank into it with no hesitation. Relief came shortly after and she let out a silent sigh, hoping that the heat of the water would last for at least an hour. It didn’t help much, but it did soothe some of the aches in her lower half. She sat in silence, staring at the floor of the bathroom as her top half leaned out of the tub. Tears began to stream down her cheeks as her mind wandered to Jonathan. She covered her mouth to stifle her sobs, not wanting to draw attention. This was all of her fault, she thought. If she only fought against Jonathan’s idea, she knew that it would end up bad but didn’t anticipate this predicament. What would Angela do now? Katie rested her head at the edge of the tub, shoulders shaking as she wept silently. Maybe she should have listened to Jonathan in the first place, and taken the first flight back to a place that was no longer a home.

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Pine grunted from pain as Travis struck him across the face. Here he was, bound to a chair and unable to fight back at all. “I should fucking castrate you first before I kill you.” Jonathan spit blood into Travis’s face.

“That’s if you can. I don’t see any ways of you doing such a thing considering the circumstances." Travis punched Jonathan across the face again and grabbed him by his hair. He studied his prisoner for a moment and nodded. "I actually think I'll tell you where my base is since there isn't a chance in hell you'll walk out of here alive. I can say the same for little Katie too." A sick smirk cracked across his face. Travis chuckled as he saw anger flash in Pine's eyes. "Ooh I hit a nerve didn't I? Damn it's nauseating how much you actually care about her." He shoved Pine back and snapped his fingers. Two bodyguards cut the restraints on the chairs and left Jonathan still bound by his wrists on the floor. "Downtown New York in an abandoned subway station not too far from central. I've got a little surprise planned for the good ol' US of A." Travis pulled out an older cell phone. "I'm sure you know what this is." He wiggled it between two fingers.

"Of course I fucking do. You realize that the military is going to come after you once you blow up New York- UGH!" Pine was cut off by a swift kick in the gut.

Travis clicked his tongue and pulled out two more older cell phones. "Well it's a good thing I've got followers all over. I've got some in D.C. and I've got some in Cali. Oh wait-wait!" Travis put the devices away and pulled out a third. "I almost forgot Detroit! My old stomping grounds. Of course I had to pay sweet homage to the place that made me who I am today!" The deranged man began to laugh maniacally.

"You're more dense than I originally thought. It's not going to last long whatever you plan to do-" Pine's mouth was then stuffed with a pair of Katie's panties and duct tape slapped over his lips.

"I'll let you have one more taste of her before I decide how to kill you. Oh those are her panties she had on before I raped her." Travis waved his hand, dismissing his bodyguards before kneeling down to look Jonathan straight in the eyes. "The best part is that once all this that I create gets big enough, I'll be noticed and people will fear me. I will be unstoppable with all the grade A military weapons, stolen arms, and illegal arsenal I have. I can have whatever I want." the sick grin on his face remained plastered and unchanged.

Jonathan shook his head, his stomach churning from how nauseous he felt. His breathing became heavier and sweat dripped down his face. Pine didn’t care about the fact his beloved’s undergarments were in his mouth at the moment, he cared about the thousands of innocent people Travis intended to maim. There was no redemption for a man- a monster, such as he.

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Once the water had cooled, Katie lifted herself out of the tub and sighed. Her legs still wobbled slightly as she stood, grabbing a towel. She could at least use the rough textured fabric as a pad of sorts as there were no feminine care products around. Carefully, she wiped the fresh blood running down her legs and walked out into the dark room where she was being held captive. Placing the towel in a thick, folded structure, Katie sat down on it and wrapped her arms around herself. She felt so non-human and more like a caged animal to toy and prod at. “Jonathan, please be ok.” She whispered to herself hoarsely and felt an oncoming slew of fresh tears burn her eyes again. Her arms dropped to her sides as they became tired after a bit and her hand came in contact with an envelope. “What?” She muttered and grabbed the strange parcel, getting up and going to the bathroom for light. With shaky hands, she turned the envelope over and saw that it was addressed to her. Katie looked both ways and all around before cautiously opening it. The first thing that fell out were 3 Plan B’s, which had Katie slap a hand over her mouth as she muffled a sob of relief. Almost immediately, she got up and turned the sink on to get herself some water to swallow the contraceptive down. She wouldn’t have to worry about becoming pregnant for a bit now, depending on how long she and Jonathan were doomed to stay there for.

The next item she pulled out was a letter written in slightly messy but elegant handwriting-

My dear Katelyn,

I hope that you have found this parcel I have left behind for you. I knew that you were going to be sent here at some point. I would firstly like to apologize for all the pain I have caused you and Jonathan both as I was the one to reveal your location. I am sure you understand I must do what I have to do in order to save my child. However, if you manage to make it out alive… Please, if I do not reach my son first, please save him and kill my brother. Like Travis, he is not worth redemption and deserves worse than to burn in the fiery pits of hell. I have left you three contraceptive pills to prevent Travis from impregnating you or any of his goons. Use them wisely and do not continue to sit around. If you are reading this and you are still alive, act now and do not waste anymore time. I am saying this out of concern for you and Jonathan, I have seen what this man can do and he is just as wicked as my brother. Please, take care of yourself and I hope that perhaps in another life we can be friends and meet on better terms… Farewell

Yours,

Abbadon

Katie’s hands shook as she read the auburn haired woman’s letter, tears streaming down her face from how sincere this woman was. Abbadon did not deserve the life she lived in and deserved to live out the rest of her days in the lavender fields of France with her son. It was her dream to run away from the hell she was forced to live in and start anew. She hoped that Abbadon was not dead herself as she would do her best to not only save Nikolai, but Abbadon as well. “I have to be strong. For them.” She whispered to herself and shut her eyes, brain wracking ideas as to what she could do. There was one idea that came to mind, but it would force Katie to live through the trauma she had gone through all over again. However, if it meant she and Jonathan escaping with their lives, then she would swallow her fear. She had to be strong; three people were depending on her.

Inhaling deeply, she left the bathroom and resumed her seat in the dark room. If she could distract Travis enough, then this could possibly give her the chance for true recovery. She would kill him. There was no questioning when she thought about ending the life of a monster who stole two years away from her. With her resolution set in stone, Katie entered a state of meditation and braced herself for tomorrow. She would have her vengeance.

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The sun rose high the next morning and Katie had walked over to the screen door, opening it and seeing two bodyguards immediately shove their guns in her face. “I’m not trying to escape you bastards. I want to speak with Travis.” she held her head high, knocking the muzzle of one of the guns out of her face.

“You’ve got some nerve, girl.” One of the bodyguards huffed and stormed off to retrieve Travis while the other stayed behind and backed Katie into her room.

It took a minute for the bodyguard to grab him, but he shortly returned with Travis in tow. The Bloodroot leader looked rather irritated at the moment. He slammed the sliding door open and glared down at Katie, but noticed that her face remained expressionless. This puzzled him and made him raise his brow, irritation fading and now intrigued. “What do you want?”

“Let me come outside. I miss the sun… You can walk with me as you don’t trust me. I am still on my period so it would be appreciated if I could have some form of feminine product.” She spoke, voice still hoarse.

Travis scoffed, shaking his head “No. You’re going to stay in here until you’re done bleeding without clothes. I know what you’re trying to do, little Katie and it’s not gonna work.”

“Is that so? Maybe I realized how stupid I truly am for leaving you the way I did…” She stood up, grabbing a clean towel and placing it over her lower half as she walked forth. “Maybe I miss the pain. The way you fucked me and not those other pigs.” She referred to his friends. Katie stopped right in front of Travis, raising her eyebrows. “I’ve got nothing to hide. I am empty handed except for this towel. I am asking you to take me back seeing as you are not satisfied with other women. I don’t ever remember there being another woman who sucked your fat cock as good as I did. Who let you fuck every hole on her body without abandon and who let you do as you wished, within reason of course.” She screamed at herself inside, knowing that she had to do this in order to save Pine. Katie stood on her toes, placing a quick kiss to Travis’s lips before pulling away and walking back into the room.

The Bloodroot leader snatched Katie’s arm, pulling her out and smashing his lips on hers, forcing her to make out with him.

Katie wanted to throw up then and there as the taste of his tongue had gotten more rank and disgusting. She wasn’t sure how long she would last, but it seemed to be working.

“You’re absolutely right. Actually, I’m gonna have you suck my cock now in my room. I’ll listen to what you have to say. I want your word, Katelyn.” He narrowed his eyes.

“And you have my word, baby.” She batted her eyes and gave a sweet smile, placing her hand on his chest for added convincing. She gasped suddenly as Travis scooped her up and forced herself to giggle as he carried her off to his room. Hook, line, and sinker. Travis was rather easy to convince and with a bit of pushing and prodding, she’d have him six feet under ground.

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Jonathan groaned, waking up from a night of beatings. He tried to move, but his body was too sore to do such a thing, even shifting his legs-

Wait, his legs were not bound. With this new found energy, Pine hoisted himself up then best he could and stood up. Blood rushed into his limbs after two days of being unable to stand and his feet tingled. These men were more stupid than he initially thought; truly, they were. Pine walked over to a tool kit foolishly left behind and turned his back to it. His hands grabbed a pair of scissors and using his long fingers, managed to position them under the rope. Sweat rolled down his face as he began to frantically cut at the fibers, hearing heavy footsteps above.

“Man I wish I had a girl like the boss’s.” One goon spoke, coming down the stairs.

Jonathan froze for a moment but kicked back into action, almost done with cutting the restraints. His heart beat hard as the footsteps grew louder.

“Yeah, well I don’t trust her one bit. You heard her the way she screamed when we raped her- HEY!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?” The other goon pointed at Jonathan, causing both of them to rush toward him.

It was now or never and Jonathan took his chance, rushing back and holding his arms back to give the illusion that he was still bound. Once he got close enough, he kicked one of the goons out of his way and stabbed the blade of the scissors into the other’s neck and effectively slit his throat. Pine turned around quickly, grabbing the other assailants wrist and stabbing the blades over and over into the goons stomach. Once he was certain he was dead, Jonathan reached up and ripped the duct tape off. He spat out the pair of panties, tossing them aside seeing as Katie probably wouldn’t want those back. “Fools.” He panted, keeping the scissors on him but grabbing their guns and ammo. Pine thought for a moment and dragged the bodies out of the way before stripping one of them and dressing in the attire of Travis’s henchmen. Next, he headed over to a convenient can of paint and smeared some of the black goop over his closed eyes. Quickly, he made his way over to the small window and shattered it. He grabbed the clothed corpse and shoved him in the small hole. The other one he shoved into the closet. He knew this would buy him some time, but not much. Pine traveled up the stairs and saw a “fellow comrade” walking by. Using an American accent, Jonathan greeted the other man “Hey.” He tilted his head upwards and waited until the goon had his back turned. That’s when Jonathan struck, covering the man’s mouth with his hand and pulling him back into the basement where he slit his throat. “That makes three.” He mumbled in his normal voice, heading back up and seeking out more henchmen to take out.

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Finally, Katie had a pair of panties on and comfortably sat at a Kotatsu with one of Travis’s button down shirts on. She had even managed to convince him to let her have some pain meds and give her a pad of sorts. Luckily for her, Abbadon had left some feminine care products of her own behind. Thunder roared loudly above them, causing Katie to jump a little and grab onto Travis for faux comfort.

“You’re still a little wimp, huh?” He did not reciprocate her gesture but instead slid his hand toward her backside. “That blowjob was nice, but I think I’d like to get a piece of ass…” Travis smirk, sticking his hand down her panties and slipping a finger into her back entrance.

Katie seized up as her hole was still very much sore from the abuse two nights ago. She never liked doing anal and found it gross. “T-Travis wait- Don’t you want me t-to feed you first?” She didn’t make any move to stop him as that would cause suspicion. She couldn’t do anything no matter how badly it hurt. The feeling of his finger going inside of her was mortifying and she whimpered as he tried to push a second finger in.

“SIR!! PINE HAS ESCAPED!!” One of the henchmen burst in, panting hard.

Travis removed his finger and stood up, nostrils flaring. “What the fuck do you mean he’s escaped!?” His gaze immediately turned to Katie who shrunk beneath his gaze.

Her fear was starting to get the better of her as she remembered this exact look he would give right before a beating. “N-No! It wasn’t me! I was in my room th-the entire time.” She gulped, her heart racing and hoping Pine would get there soon.

For once, Travis took her word and stormed out to investigate the scene.

Katie quickly looked around the room and saw a pair of wooden chopsticks and Travis’s pocket knife. She quietly got up, going over to them and beginning to sharpen the chopsticks as fast as she could. Her teeth ground together as her anger fueled her, fear discapating away. Once she heard Travis’s angry footsteps coming back, she walked over to the Kotatsu, putting her weapon by her seat. To make herself look inconspicuous, she began to clean all the garbage up around the area where the chopsticks were.

“The fuck you think you’re doing?” Travis growled but then stopped short as he saw her turn around with his garbage in her arms. A smirk travelled across his face and he went back to his seat, sitting down. “Being a good little slave are we? How kind of you.” He chuckled, dropping his guard.

“I just don’t think staying in such a dirty environment would be good for you, ya know?” she threw the trash away, praying he wouldn’t see the chopsticks by her seat. “I kinda feel bad that you put Pine downstairs with all that dust and gross stuff. But, I don’t care about him anymore! Truly, I don’t. I’m stupid.” She stuck her tongue out playfully, hurting herself from her own words.

“As you shouldn’t. Yeah you are really fucking stupid, but you’re fucking hot. Come here you dumb whore and sit on my lap.” He patted his legs, grinning.

The last of the henchmen that Pine was aware of dropped to the floor, gurgling on his own blood and dying slowly. He quickly made his way through the large manor, looking for Katie and Travis. Jonathan feared that he wouldn’t make it in time and she would be dead before he got there. Not having the threat of goons around, Jonathan began to run through the oncoming storm.

Sounds of lips smacking together from Katie kissing Travis filled the room. One of Katie’s arms reached back as she felt around for her weapon. She had found it by the sharp prick to her finger and snatched it up. Her arm came back up and she stabbed Travis right in the leg, being shoved off in that instant.

“YOU BITCH!!” Travis screamed, seeing Katie swing at him with another chopstick she had sharpened and grabbed her wrist. “I knew you were playing!! You’re still afraid of me!”

“NO!! I’M NOT AFRAID OF YOU!!” She kicked him quickly, holding her hand up and grabbing his wrist with her free hand. She twisted her hips and had twisted Travis’s grip off of her, scooping her other weapon back into her hand. Making a bold move, she grabbed his wrist and pulled him forward, stabbing the chopstick into his eye and kicking off of him. Now that he was distracted, Katie shoved a cabinet over and blocked the entrance. She hopped over it, feet landing on wet wood and slamming the screen door shut. Wind whipped in her face and rain pelted down hard. “JONATHAN!? JONATHAN!?” She cried out, starting to run for it. This place was massive .

Jonathan stopped in his tracks as he heard Katie calling for him. “HOLD ON!! I’M COMING!” He replied back, taking off and following her voice. Unfortunately, her voice stopped calling his name and instead was replaced by a scream. Pine ran faster, slamming doors open in search of her.

Lightning flashed, showing a deranged Travis with an eye missing chasing after Katie. “COME BACK HERE YOU LITTLE BITCH!!” He screamed, maneuvering through the hard rain as best as he could.

Katie once again pushed furniture down, shoving the doors shut until she reached a dead end. Her feet hit rocks and she found herself staring out at the sea. “No, no, no, no!!” She began to panic as Travis pummeled through all of that and charged toward her. The familiar feeling of his hands wrapping around her slender neck returned after two and a half years. Her back hit the rocky ground as Travis was on top of her and was strangling her to kill. She knew that he knew she was vulnerable to this as this was one of his tactics to scare her.

“You took my eye-” He growled, squeezing his hands harder “I take your life!” He began to laugh, watching Katie’s eyes roll.

Air rushed back into her lungs as Travis was yanked off of her and Katie sat up, panting hard and seeing Pine throw a punch across Travis’s face. Her eyes darted toward a shining object on the ground as lightning flashed again and she made a run for it, grabbing the large knife she saw.

Travis let Jonathan have the upper hand for a moment before he retaliated, slamming his hard head into his. “COME ON OLD MAN!!” He grinned, quickly removing the gun he held on him and knocking him back wards, punching him across the face. Travis then grabbed Jonathan by the collar of his shirt, walking over to the edge of the cliff and panting hard. “You will never win. No matter what you do, she will always be mine.” He took a step closer to the crumbling edge. “Hope you ain’t scared of sharks-” Travis’s dark eyes widened as he felt a warmth in his front. He threw Jonathan aside and looked down, blood seeping through his abdomen. Slowly, he turned around and saw Katie ripping the blade out from him and stabbing him in the front again and again and again, hatred burning in her eyes.

“Go to hell.” she growled, shoving him off the cliff with the knife embedded into his chest. As she watched Travis fall into the depths, screaming out his final breaths, she felt… Calm. A weight had been lifted from her; she was finally free. Katie turned around, seeing Jonathan picking himself up and limping over to her.

When the two met, Katie’s arms wrapped tightly around Jonathan and she began to scream and cry into his chest. “It’s over, he’s gone now. He’s gone.” Pine held her just as tightly, pressing kisses into her hair while shedding tears of his own. “He will never hurt you again, Kate.”

“P-Please let’s just get the fuck away from here.” She sobbed.

Jonathan nodded, scooping her soaked form into his arms. “Hold onto me, sweetheart.” He echoed his words back from the gala and carried her away to Travis’s expensive car. “I’m going to grab a couple things so wait here and lay low.” He set her down but not before grabbing her face and kissing her lips- oh how he missed her lips against his. He would have time for that later as he pulled away, running into the manor.

True to his word, Jonathan came back with a plethora of items. Katie shucked off Travis’s shirt in favor of wearing Pine’s as she wanted to rid herself of anything remotely related to the now dead leader of Bloodroot. She hustled into the back seat of the car, watching Jonathan slam the trunk shut and getting inside.

Not looking back, Pine turned the key and kicked the car into gear. His foot slammed on the gas as he sped off into the night and finally free from that house of horrors.

A shadowy figure walked out of the brush shortly after Pine and Katie made their escape. The figure made its way over to the cliffside and looked down into the water. “He deserved worse than that.” Roper scoffed, adjusting his umbrella before flinching a little at the sound of something inside the manor exploding. He turned around and raised his eyebrows at the now billowing smoke and raging fire eating the house. “Pity. It was a nice house.” He muttered to himself and pulled his phone out, dialing a number.

“Yeah. He’s dead now

#the night manager #the night manager canon divergence #jonathan pine x ofc #jonathan pine #fanfic #tw: violence #tw: assault #tom hiddleston #my writing #writing #flowers in blood #spies in love

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A final fantasy fanfiction for my oc and her family.

Characters: Cor Leonis, Laura lucis caelum (my oc), Aurora Tummelt (my oc),Gladiolus Amicitia, Ardyn lucis caelum, Loqi Tummelt

Warning:

My national language is not English. I apologize for spelling and grammar mistakes.

Summary:

When your flesh and blood are mixed with pain and you are nurtured with it, you dedicate your whole being to those who were trying to improve your suffering by touching their love. What's wrong with you? It does hurt to lose these loved ones, even thinking about it bothers you. At that time .. you grab everything to stop the destiny .. like a bird stuck in a cage and trying for freedom, you knock yourself on the door and the wall to find a way ... and if you find it. Nothing can stop you, even if it is a God!

Part:6

The sun was still in the middle of the sky, and Gladio was coming down the hill with his long steps! He had sent a message for Cor as to why and for what reason he wanted to see him! But It was wonderful to him why there was no news about him! He slowly stood up and put his hand in his pocket to check his phone again! He looked at his mobile phone for a moment, Cor not answering after twenty-four hours. It was a sign that they hadn't found the princess yet! And Cor involved in this issue! Should he go on this trip alone? A little more worried! He wanted to raise his phone, but the delicate voice of a girl caught his attention:

"Mr. Amicitia?"

He turned his head slowly and looked at the tiny girl who was coming forward with fear and trembling! Serving his bloody and dirty condition, they tell Gladio that she needs help! His face became a little worried and he slowly walked towards her:

"you ok, young lady?"

Aurora's blue eyes sparkled! How polite? He paused to control his tongue:

"Yes, I'm fine! Are you Mr. Amicitia? Gladio Amicitia?"

Surprisingly, the tone of Gladio's taste was different, because unlike everyone who met her for the first time, she said his short name. He didn't know that this girl didn't know his full name, he didn't know anything about her!

"Yes, that's me! Please order!"

Gladio's endorsement of his identity has earned him the trust of Aurora! She took the paper she had taken from Laura out of her pocket and then turned it over to Gladio. Her tone was very stressful!

"Oh, this ... this is from the princess side!

Gladio's frowns softened and increased stress. Slowly he grabbed that piece of crumpled paper and opened it. Smelling soft, Laura used a special ink that was a good identifier for her. Quite unique and special! He brought down the paper and read the text slowly:

"Help him! Don't let them be in trouble!"

The fact that Laura sent this message to Gladio makes the situation somewhat uncontrollable! He raised his head and looked at Aurora:

"What a disaster has befallen the princess!"

"Detailed execution. My brother needs treatment, please!"

Because of Laura's message, Gladio nodded his head in low confidence, and Ond pushed the little girl's body to show him the way! At the request of the Gladio, Aurora quickly ran to where the princess' car was parked. The whole path of Loqi was moving and now his condition had worsened. Gladio, who thought they were two refugees or something like that, ran fast when he saw Laura's car and stopped in his place. Laura without her car? Everyone knew that the princess was looking at her car through her child! Did she leave it to two strangers? He hesitantly went back to the car. He looked inside the car, which was full of blood, and he had to report Cor!

"Mr. Amicitia!"

He raised his head and stared at Aurora. That side of the car was staring at him anxiously! He continued on his way to Aurora. His brother's body was leaning behind the car! He wanted to sit in front of him to get his pulse, but when he saw him, he was shocked:

"Sheet !!"

Aurora's worries increased and she stood in front of her brother so that the disaster would not befall him:

"Please! Only first aid! I can save him myself! Please!

Gladio's gaze sat on Loqi for a moment. He wanted to kill him and get rid of the anger that had arisen because of Ravus! But this was not fair. Loqi was wounded and suffering, and if Gladio had killed him now, he would have been weak! He went to the Cor. He opened the box from there and then went behind the car:

"The Princess has usually potions in her car!"

He pushed up the box and took a few potions. He sat on his knees next to Loqi and put his hand behind his back. He raised his tension a little and then punched two of the potions on his wounds! He wanted to hit the third one, but Aurora stopped him. As she pulled her hair away, he grabbed Loqi's broken hand:

"Here .. his hand is broken. We have to put it in place after use potion, which I don't think will close the fracture, but I'm sure it will relieve the pain!"

According to Aurora, Gladio left Loqi's broken arm. He raised his head and looked at Aurora. He wanted to ask her, so what next? But Aurora's attention was on something else! She got up and pointed Wrap to a shrub! The red magic made Gladio thinking. If she, like her brother, was a soldier of the Nifs ... how could she not have known her until now! Loqi had a sister .. like himself! In front of Gladio's eyes, she even conjured up a sword. Hit it on the branch and defeat it! She was calmed because her brother was safe now after using the potions! She cut the stick in half and placed it on both sides of loqi's broken arm. She took a red and gold scarf from his clothes and tied his hand tightly. Now he raised his head and looked at Gladio. Gladio's staring gaze bothered him so much that she couldn't look into his eyes. She gently sent her red hair behind her ear and tried to distract himself with slowly's voice:

"Now you can use Potion!"

Contrary to Aurora's desire to distract Gladio, the young Amicitia's gaze was fixed on the girl. He uses the potion on Loqi's hand and then sat down on the floor:

"Where is the princess! what happened!"

Aurora's face tangled with grief and a little spice of concern. She slowly scratched her hand and then spoke:

"She came with me to save Loqi! It was as if they had set a trap for us. She saved Loqi and made us run away. We were waiting for her beside the car, but ..."

The Aurora pause lasted a long time! She could hardly keep talking:

"Ardyn has taken her! If we can't make the princess run away ... our lives are in danger!"

Gladio's frown was still confused. He waved his hand a little and answered in a tone full of questions:

"Did you see that we were in danger then? What do you say"

"Your princess is not a normal person. She only needs to take a few more tests to turn it into a killing machine! If they clear her mind and those things happen ... you will have to kill her! Do you understand what I'm saying?"

" So that was the goal of infiltrating the camp !!"

Gladio's gaze quickly turned to the sound.

He was Cor. Incidentally, he didn't look good either! His face was full of dirty stains and his clothes were dusty! Unlike Gladio, which showed no particular reaction, Aurora was terrified! Cor has killed them .. immediately! What Laura said to herself! Her breath caught when Cor comes to her. She stopped quickly and leaned on the car. Gladio was given a handful before Cor takes her. The reaction of Gladio stopped Cor. He stood up and stared at him with his attractive frown, the student could mean this look of the master well. That's why he explained in a serious tone:

" Laura asked me to support them!"

He took the paper out of his pocket and gives it to Cor. For a moment, Cor's will weaken. He grabbed the paper and stared at it! Laura's handwriting was correct, but what if it was forged? He folded it and put it in his pocket:

"where is she?"

" Apparently, she is captured by the Nifs!"

"Which database!"

Silence sat on Gladio's lips. And that's because he didn't know the answer. the blue eyes of cor that the anger made it shiny, sat on Aurora's face. The weight of that look made Aurora lower her head. She answered in a trembling voice:

"Shiva Mountain! Where ... there is Verstael, but ... it may have been taken to Gralia Because the equipment in that place is more complete and up-to-date!"

This dichotomy caused Cor to take only one deep breath.

"Don't take your eyes off them, Gladio. Especially Loqi!"

He went to his beloved Laura's car. He closed the door. He locked the car in the trunk and went to the driver's seat:

"I'm going to follow Laura. Don't tell anyone what happened! If someone finds this secret, it's your fault Gladio!"

Gladio's brown, shiny look was sewn Cor. His behavior was not as calm as usual. As always, it was not calm and firm. Trembled !! And the reason for this imperceptible vibration was very important for Gladio, he wanted to know !! As soon as the car started, Aurora grabbed her brother's collar and pulled him towards her. Adamantoise was quickly dismantled and its tires spilled dirt and pebbles on Loqi's face. The touch of those soil particles on his face opened his eyes. He was in a little pain and felt better. He leaned on his healthy hand and get up slightly from the ground. Turning his head and sees the Shield of the wild dwarf. He frowned and raised his voice:

"Aurora!"

Loqi's voice gave a happy smile to Aurora's lips. She turned to him and looked at him with mild joy:

"Yes? How are you?"

He sat down next to her and arranged her messy hair! Loki's frowned gaze was fixed on Gladio:

" What is he doing here?"

"He saved you and is going to take care of us!"

Loqi's head smoked with rage! His face flushed and he shouted louder:

"He wants to take care of us? He??"

This time Gladio himself spoke. He knocked on Loqi's feet and answered in a serious tone that was a joke:

" If you had the ability to take care of yourself, our prince would not be in danger!"

Loqi's gaze was fixed angrily on Gladio. He narrowed his eyes and pressed his lips:

"Since when have you been helping me? I don't trust you !!

Aurora's hands rested on her brother's shoulder. In a calm but serious tone, she replied instead of Gladio:

"They are the original Lucian Loqi! Betrayal of their master is not in their blood. Laura asked him to be kind to Gladio and would he do that to us, ok? Now you must thank him!"

Loqi's gaze locked in his sister's eyes. Carelessly thinking about those savages, he touched his sister's face and his voice calmed down:

"you hurt!"

He slowly rubbed his finger on the wound on her eye and was sad:

"I couldn't take care of it ..!"

The eyebrow of Gladio raised up, these siblings behaviors were not expected from Loqi. To Gladio's surprise, Aurora hugged her brother tightly and kissed his head:

" Now both of us are fine .. let's both be safe!"

Loqi frowning and smelling her sister's hair gently:

"I don't know. We are neither supported nor supported. We are not safe anywhere!"

Gladio intervened this time. He tied his hands over his chest and leaned on one his foot:

" I didn't think I would say this, but ... even if you are under Laura's orders, even Cor can't touch you! Pray that she will return safe and sound, otherwise, Cor will kill both of you!"

Cor that proudly boasted of Loqi's existence. He grinned and looked at Gladio without letting his sister out of his arms:

"Of course, if I don't kill him before!"

"You can't, child! He is twice your age! Even if you are a good fighter who is not, he will crush you in his fist! So I suggest that you put aside your arrogance as much as possible so that there is no problem for your sister. did you get it?"

Loqi's frowns fell apart. Slowly take his sister away from himself And he angrily wanted to address Gladio, who saw Aurora's laughter. Like a flat tire, he looked at her.

"When my sister laughs at me, what do I expect from my enemy?"

Aurora's laughter continued. She arranged Loqi's hair for him:

"never mind. Better for us that we stay with Lucian. We only have security in front of theirs. You still have control over all MTs. Be on the right side for once!"

Loqi's tone became doubtful and calm:

"Did you lose your mind? I told this wild for a lifetime! They shot even my shadow!"

And again, Gladio got into an argument:

" Especially Iris, if she sees you, I don't promise to leave you alone. You killed Jared! I don't blame you anyway, this is a war! But if you fix your behavior, maybe everything will be ignored!"

Loqi's gaze turned to Gladio. His tone was still serious:

" Betray my country?"

Gladio's tone became more serious and he put one hand on his back:

"Fight for humans. Many people die because of the power struggle. Support them now. Kill the monsters. When people accept you, why don't we accept you? Make a good face for yourself!"

Loqi's calm gaze fixed on the ground. His country betrayed him by abandoning him. Loqi had passed from the strap of his existence to Nifelhim, but the Nifs were tied around his back to kill him. Slowly he shook his head but said nothing. It was still difficult for someone who was patriotic to the point of death to make that decision. Gladio's gaze was fixed on Aurora. He pointed to get up:

-"I have to take you to the camp. Get up, we don't have much time."

Aurora's gaze turned to Gladio from Loqi's side. He paused, nodded, and got up.

I lost time. My breath was heavy and I was crushing under the pressure of darkness! I had to resist. Ardyn was a patient man and he believed that he would darken my heart! But I ... shouldn't have gotten to the point where Noctis had to kill me! Not because of myself .. because of that boy! Noctis's spirit was weaker than he could bear it! I wanted to shake myself, but the chains locked in my body, hurt me. It was hard for me to bear the pain! I knew where! In a dark room in the Nif's headquarters! Because there was no other place here to disrupt the magic! I don't remember why here! I don't remember anything! I tried to calm my body with a deep breath.

If I died, he would revive me with darkness and he would reach his goal. I have to stay alive! I had to resist ..! I took another deep breath. The room was cold and it felt even colder for me who was under torture! I clenched my fists and counted to three. I wanted to pull that rod out of my hand! If one of my hands was free, I could free myself! Even if I didn't leave this room, I would have to let go of those chains myself. My release was equal to my survival! I closed my eyelids and dared to dare myself! Suddenly, pulling my hand, the rod was pulled out! The pain that was inflicted on me was indescribable! So much so that I was imprisoned for a long time by freeing my hand! I bit my lip so that I wouldn't let go of my breath screaming! I bought the pain and took the chain that was locked in my other hand. I pulled my hand and released it. Both my hands were free! And my eyes see everywhere black! There are still two more chains left in my shoulders! I couldn't bear to hurt myself again! I hugged both of my hands and squeezed myself so that it would relax a little. The oxygen in the room was low and my blood pressure was low. That in itself was annoying enough! I would stay here, I would die, I was sure! But as soon as I wanted to free my body from the chains of those chains, it opened in the room and a bright light fell on my face.

I wasn't used to the light, so I turned my head and closed my eyes tightly! The sound of Ardyn's calm laughter disappointed me! When the door was being closed, I opened my eyes. But before I could tell where he was, he grabbed my hair tightly and pulled me up. I took a deep breath and held my head back so that I could feel it less!

" Are you willing to suffer so much but not be imprisoned?"

A lifeless, weak grin settled on my lips. I raised my head and stared at my messy hair from side to side:

"Even if you try for a hundred years, you can't conquer me! I don't give you ... ransom ...!"

Ardyn's smile planted a surprise in my heart. He slowly approached me. I tried to distance myself from him as much as possible, but he filled that distance with composure. He grabbed my finger between his fingers and squeezed! I didn't react and just looked at him:

"I don't waste my time! Verstael knows what to do with you!"

Verstael !! The same deaf creature that held me in its bondage! The one who made and hurt me. His face was embodied in me, in front of my eyes with that evil and dirty smile, the sound of my childhood screams was wrapped in my ears again out of fear, only the gods knew what was going to happen to me. Before I came to, the chains that held me back were gone. I fell to the ground and leaned on my hands so that my head would not hit the ground! I raised my head and stared at the soldiers who were helping me stand on my feet. I followed them, the light was so bright that I couldn't open my eyes completely.

From the half-open eyelids, I could see the light gray corridors of the base. Everything was familiar to my mind and my heart was pounding uncontrollably! Researchers who watched me made my nightmares for long years. I could hear nothing but screaming and crying. I should have run away from here! I shouldn't have been in pain again under Verstael's hands! I partially freed myself by tapping my shoulder on the soldier on the right and kicking the leg of the second soldier. I was very weak, so I ran back and forth between the two soldiers. I turned my head to escape from them, but two other soldiers attacked me face to face! The energy was not in my body! I tried to use magic, but it was so weak that only my sword was summoned and turned into powder in my hand! I left the military attack on me and raised my head to react to the others, but one of them hit his gun in my head! My balance immediately collapsed and I fell to the ground!

The sound of my heartbeat echoed in my head and everyone's movements were slow in my eyes! I realized what was happening, lifting my body off the ground and dragging me after them! I even realized that I was being thrown on the bed! My eyes were open and could see around me vaguely, but neither my body nor my brain could react! I closed my eyes and tried to dedicate my attention to the environment by squeezing them! It didn't take long for everything to return to normal. I could clearly recognize the sound of the Verstaeif! I opened my eyes and wanted to get up, but I was tied to the bed. My head was tied to the bed, there was a leather band around my forehead, and I put my hands, abdomen, and legs on the bed so that I could free myself:

"If you touch me, I'll cut your breath, verstael!"

He stood over my head and his shadow fell on my body, I had never experienced such fear. I stopped moving, but my body trembled, how hard it was to control my fear! It was so big I couldn't hide it, I was afraid of re-experiencing those days.

I was breathing with my open mouth and I had clenched my fists so tightly that I had no doubt that my nails would turn blue! He put the leather strap in my mouth very quickly. Right between my teeth! I wanted to spit it out, but he kept it! Now that he was so old ... his face was even scarier! His evil grin made me more frightened, I didn't know how fast my heart could beat so fast! He called to me calmly in a hushed voice:

" Come on, my dear! This is just so that your beautiful teeth don't break in your mouth!"

I held the strap between my teeth and stared into his eyes. He was making electrodes on between my hair! He wanted to .. shock me !! My breath got faster and I gasped again, but before I could even notice him to my reactions, the onslaught of electric current hit me hard, my body became skewered, and I squeezed my eyes tightly, the pain was so hard and I screaming with all of my might...!!

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rosedavid · 5 years

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Party at Jackson Street Gym

I kind of hated this by the end but enjoy it anyway lol :)

It’s a week before Halloween. The entire town is getting into the swing of things, pasting cheesy looking decorations across town. Jack-o-lanterns guard porches and front doors as you walk past. Some houses even go as a far as hanging up strands of orange and purple lights along their gutters. Grant High School is no exception to the festivities. The student body decorated the hallways last week, lining them with skeletons dancing on the walls and fake spiderwebs hanging from the ceilings (which a lot of students have already yanked down).

Cyrus shuffles through his locker at the end of the day, gathering what he needs to complete his homework. TJ, who he hasn’t seen at all today, sneaks up behind him and taps him on the shoulder. Predictably, Cyrus startles, fumbling to try and save the notebooks in his arms from falling on the floor.

“Sorry! I forget how easily you startle,” TJ apologizes, but the ridiculous grin on his face gives him away.

“Please, you just like scaring me! Admit it,” Cyrus retorts as he organizes his notebooks into the large pocket of his backpack.

TJ chuckles, stepping forward so he’s front to back with Cyrus. He leans in, smacking a kiss to Cyrus’s cheek. “Ok, fine. You’re right. But I can’t help it! You’re so cute when you’re surprised.”

Finishing up in his locker, Cyrus shuts it with a metallic clang. He then turns to face TJ, taking in his boyfriend for the first time that day. Even after a few months, it’s still hard to believe that he’s dating TJ. Despite their somewhat rocky start, Cyrus couldn’t imagine liking another boy as much as he likes TJ Kippen.

“How was tutoring today?” Cyrus converses, trying not to sound too bitter. Of course, TJ has become an expert at picking up emotional cues.

TJ finds Cyrus’s hand, playing with his fingers. “It went fine. I think I’m starting to get the concepts. But tutoring will always suck since I have to miss out on lunch with you.”

Apparently, he said the right thing, as Cyrus bites his lip shyly and glances away. TJ squeezes his hand before a look of recollection passes over his face. Slinging his backpack off one shoulder, he unzips the front pocket. He then pulls out a square piece of paper, obscuring it momentarily with his hands.

“That reminds me! I couldn’t give this to you at lunch, but I have an invitation for you.”

“Ooh, what is it for?” Cyrus asks with curiosity.

TJ rubs the back of his neck. “I mean, it’s kind of stupid and not really exciting. You don’t have to come if you don’t want.”

“Well I can’t answer you unless I know what it is!”

With a nervous exhale, TJ hands him the card in a flash, face burning. Cyrus takes it from him with excitement, looking at the front of it. The paper is orange, colored with black blobs that are probably meant to be bats (although they look more like birds). A cat perches in the corner of the paper alongside a hoard of ghosts and other strange looking creatures. Cyrus’s brow knits together in confusion as he turns it over to read the messy, almost ineligible handwriting:

YOUR INVITED TO ARE HALLOWEEN PARTY!!

“I still don’t get it,” Cyrus admits cluelessly.

“Well, remember the gym I work at? The one where I helped you do the somersault?”

Cyrus smiles as he reminisces. How could he possibly forget a day as monumental as that? The day when TJ truly believed in him to do something he struggled with. And TJ didn’t make fun of him for it, either, he just wanted to help. The memory of that day remains crystal clear.

“Of course I do!”

“Well…” TJ licks his lips, “Um, the kids wanted me to invite you to our celebration this year. They made this card.”

Cyrus cracks a smile. “That’s slightly relieving. I was hoping it wasn’t you who used ‘you’re’ and ‘our’ wrong. But how do the kids even remember me? I came one time, and that feels like forever ago!”

“I kinda talk about you—a lot,” TJ admits with a red tint to his face. “Sorry if that’s, like, weird.”

“Are you kidding? That’s not weird! It’s sweet. I can’t believe you talk about me.”

TJ sends him a strange look. “You’re my boyfriend and best friend! I always talk about you. When I first told my parents I had a boyfriend, the first thing they asked me is if it was you because apparently, I talk about you nonstop.”

“My parents said something similar, although for me the give away was my ‘obvious heart eyes’.”

They two of them collapse into a fit of giggling. TJ braces his hand on Cyrus shoulder for stability. The other students walking by probably think that they’re crazy, although many of them are probably used to their antics by now.

Once their laughter has tapered, TJ composes himself enough to ask, “So, will you come?”

“I’d be honored! I can’t wait to see them again.”

“They’ll be thrilled! And they’ve all gotten so big, too, it’s crazy! Like, I don’t think we were that little when we were their age.”

“Yes, we were. Although, you are super tall, so maybe you were just like an abnormally tall child,” Cyrus jokes, standing on his tiptoes to try and reach TJ’s height. TJ grins, kneeling a bit to shrink down until he’s eye level with Cyrus. The height difference between the two of them has slowly been decreasing with age, but TJ still towers above Cyrus.

“Or maybe you were just abnormally short,” TJ teases, tapping his nose playfully. Cyrus smiles, accompanied by a fond eyeroll.

“So Mr. Tall Basketball Player, do you need help setting up for the party?”

“I suppose I could use a hand.”

…

Despite TJ’s initial hesitance about inviting him, Cyrus can tell how happy TJ is to have Cyrus there. He’s acting like one of the kids in the gym already, bouncing off the walls with energy. After they swing by TJ’s house to pick up the Halloween decorations, they head to the familiar Jackson Street Gym to go set them up. As soon as they walk through the doors, an intense wave of nostalgia hits Cyrus. It’s crazy how much things have changed in his life since his last time in here, yet the gym remains almost exactly the same as if it’s frozen in time.

“The kids should be here in about half an hour,” TJ remarks, dropping the containers he was carrying on the floor.

“What do you need me to do?”

“There’s a little storage area in the back with some snacks. Bring them out for me and put them on the table?”

Cyrus follows his instructions, heading to the back. He spots a container of something on the counter, assuming that’s what he needs. When he sees what they are, he smiles. Little cupcakes decorated like spiders smush together slightly, with licorice pieces for legs and nerds for eyes. There’s also dirt and worm cups, a staple of Cyrus’s elementary school days.

“Did you make these?” Cyrus wonders as he carries them back out toward the front of the gym.

TJ blushes slightly, “Uh, yeah. I know it’s dorky.”

“TJ, you don’t need to do that around me,” Cyrus reassures, stepping toward his position at the wall hanging decorations. “I like you a lot, if you haven’t noticed. You don’t need to feel embarrassed around me, especially for doing adorable stuff like this!”

This statement causes TJ to blush even more. In fact, Cyrus has never seen him this red before. He reaches up to brush a strand of hair out of TJ’s eyes, but his fingers linger on the side of TJ’s face. Then, Cyrus stands up on the point of his toes, getting lost in TJ’s eyes. In fact, the two of them are so lost in the moment, that they fail to hear the door opening until a young voice calls out.

“TJ!!”

They break apart in a flash, just in time for a head of blond hair to barrel into TJ’s legs. TJ leans down to ruffle the boy’s hair with a gentle fondness. The boy pulls back and smiles crookedly at TJ. He’s missing one of his front teeth, and freckles cover his cheeks. Across his chest is the familiar Spider-Man logo, matching his pants and gloves. He almost reminds Cyrus of a miniature TJ.

Then, the kid looks over at Cyrus knowingly. Cyrus doesn’t know a lot about kids, as he’s never really been around them, but he’s amazed out how perceptive this boy seems to be.

“You brought Cy-rus!” He grins. “You brought your boyyyyfriend!”

“Well, none of you left me much of a choice,” TJ reminds him, “Now, Spider-Man, take off your shoes and drop your stuff off like usual until the others get here!”

The boy hurries to go do what he says, eager to get to playing. TJ then leans in to whisper to Cyrus, “That’s Noah, by the way. He’s a sweet kid.”

Cyrus watches Noah, thinking back to his own childhood years. He remembers how carefree he felt a lot of times, at least before the divorce of his parents. Usually, though, the biggest worry he had was getting enough time to play with Andi and Buffy or making sure he got his favorite colored crayon in class (violet, by the way). As he continues to think about his childhood memories, he glances over at TJ. Butterflies float in his stomach. In that moment, he realizes that TJ makes him feel as happy and content as he felt in childhood, like he has nothing to stress about as long as TJ is there with him. It’s reassuring.

“Hello Mr. TJ!” Another child greets as she comes inside, this time accompanied by her mother. She’s wearing a black cape and plastic fangs.

“I thought I told you to just call me TJ,” he responds with a smile.

“But you’re a adult, so I’m ‘upposed to call you by a proper name!”

TJ laughs, “I can’t argue with that. You’re very smart, Melanie. Why don’t you go join Noah in getting ready for the celebration?”

Melanie’s mother stands on the sidelines next to Cyrus for a second, watching her daughter as she chats animatedly to Noah. She speaks up, and it takes a bit for Cyrus to realize that she’s talking to him. “This place is great, you know? Melanie loves it here!”

“I like it here, too,” Cyrus admits. “I can’t believe how good TJ is with kids.”

She smiles, watching as TJ approaches the children with a roar, causing them to squeal as he chases them around the play equipment. If someone told Cyrus at the beginning of middle school that he’d be watching TJ Kippen running and playing with children at a kids’ gym, he would have never believed it.

“Yeah, TJ is great with them. Melanie always talks about how ‘cool’ and ‘fun’ he is. She mentioned how he has a real life boyfriend, too, that he always talks about.”

At this, Cyrus stutters, trying to find something to say in response. Luckily, she just smiles at him and continues to talk. “Based on what Melanie says, he really seems to like you.”

Cyrus’s heart swells, as he whispers back, “I really like him, too.”

Over the next ten minutes, a bunch of other kids in costumes and some of their parents arrive for the party. Most of the adults stay off to the sides catching up, and Cyrus quickly begins to feel like he’s at one of his parents’ conferences again. He slips back out toward the play equipment, where TJ is supervising the about 15 children as they laugh and frolic with each other.

“Cyrus! Come help me do the monkey bars!” An unknown kid calls out to him who is wearing a princess dress. Almost all of the kids seem to know Cyrus’s name. His eyes flash over to TJ, wondering exactly how much the other boy talks about him. As if reading his mind, TJ looks over at him at the exact same time with a cheerful wave.

The kids are just as adorable as he remembers, except this time the costumes make it even better. Cyrus loves playing with them and interacting with them. It makes him feel like one of them again. The best part of it all, though, is seeing TJ with them. He acts so bubbly and lively with the kids. At one point, he even gives them piggybacks around the gym, acting as a dragon for the little girl dressed as a knight.

There’s one boy that attracts Cyrus’s attention more than the others, though. He’s short with dark hair and glasses. He seems to be off by himself, shy and unsure of how to interact with the others. For Cyrus, it’s like looking in a mirror. Back before he met Andi and Buffy, this was him; scared, shy, and constantly unsure of himself. Cyrus approaches him slowly, sitting down cross-legged beside him.

“I like your costume,” Cyrus says honestly toward the boy who is dressed as a pirate. The boy peers up at him through thick lenses. “Pirates are really cool.”

“I think so, too,” the boy whispers back.

“Did you know that the Vikings are also considered pirates? In fact, there are still pirates today…” Cyrus starts spewing off all the facts he can remember about pirates from the documentaries he’s flipped through on TV.

Soon, the boy (whose name he learns is Adam), is chatting animatedly with Cyrus about pirates and a whole bunch of other stuff. Cyrus has never felt himself connect to a kid this much, not even with his cousins.

“You know, there’s a ship wheel on top of that tower by where those other kids are,” Cyrus points. “Maybe you should go see if they want to play pirates with you.”

Adam seems much more confident than before and decides to take Cyrus’s advice. Cyrus stands up, dusting his pants off as he watches Adam go up to the two girls and start talking to them. Much to his relief, they look eager to play pirates with him.

A hand touches his shoulder. At first, he suspects it’s TJ, but it turns out to be Melanie’s mom from earlier. She’s looking at him with a soft expression.

“I can see why TJ likes you so much,” she says simply. “It was really nice to meet you, Cyrus.”

He doesn’t have a chance to respond before TJ is coming over to them out of breath. He stops at Cyrus’s side, wiping sweat off his brow.

“Those kids are so energetic! A lot more than me, and I play basketball,” TJ laughs. “Melanie loves to climb, too. Maybe you should take her to the community rock wall sometime.”

“That’s a great suggestion, I’ll have to do that. Now, I’ll leave you two boys alone. After all, I think the kids are already missing you both.”

On that note, they turn around to see a bunch of kids heading their way. A few urge TJ to help them make some baskets on the mini hoop they have in the gym, while some others want to race Cyrus up the rope climb.

After what feels like hours of playing, they finally break for snacks. Melanie insists that she has to sit next to Cyrus, as does Noah and Adam and all of the other kids. TJ pretends to be offended that the kids don’t want to sit to him, but in reality Cyrus can tell how happy he is that they’re all getting along so well.

As they sit in a cluster eating their snacks, Melanie asks them, “So, if you two are boyfriends, does that mean you kiss too?”

“Ooh,” the rest of the kids chorus, then begin to chant, “TJ AND CYRUS SITTING IN A TREE K-I-S-S-I-N-G…”

Of course, all of the parents who are there can definitely hear the screaming words. Both of them turn tomato red as they try to shush them. The parents seem more amused than anything, though, especially Melanie’s mom.

By the time they get everyone out the door, it feels like the party’s gone on all week. Cyrus doesn’t understand how TJ can do this all the time along with basketball and school. The two of them are collapsed on the floor, too tired to make it to the seats in the backroom.

“I’m sorry about them,” TJ apologizes awkwardly, “with the whole kissing thing, I mean.”

Cyrus laughs. “They’re kids, TJ. It’s okay. Besides, I thought they were all really sweet.”

“You seemed to bond with Adam pretty quickly.”

“Yeah, I suppose he just reminded me of myself.”

TJ hums. “Well, if he grows up to be similar to you, he’d be incredibly lucky. I can’t believe you actually endured all this chaos today with me.”

Cyrus rests his head against TJ’s shoulder, staring up at the skeleton half stuck up on the wall. “Ugh, I can’t believe you always do this! It’s so tiring. I think I’m going to sleep through Halloween next week!”

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with me tomorrow, too?” TJ laughs, throwing his head back as Cyrus imminently says no.

They stay there like that, resting on the floor, until the sky grows dark. Cyrus falls asleep at one point, and TJ doesn’t have the heart to move him. Instead, he places his balled up sweatshirt under Cyrus’s head as a pillow as he finishes cleaning up.

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no-gorms · 5 years

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Your stories are so well constructed. If you have time and the inclination to do so, would you be willing to write about your plotting, planning, or outlining process? Inquiring beginners would love to know. :) Thank you for reading this ask.

Oooh! Thank you, that’s very nice of you, I appreciate it a lot. :))

I feel kind of self-conscious writing this out, but if it’s helpful to anyone, why not? I’m gonna use my recent Steve/Tony fics for examples (I preemptively apologize for my handwriting). This got long and messy, oops.

Plotting, planning and outlining! Is very useful, but not the first thing I do.

First up is The Idea.

Most of my fics come about because of some single idea that captured my imagination. Eg. Role of a Lifetime is from an idea of Steve having a secret identity that enables him to see different sides of Tony. The basis is a single, simple idea that can be summed up in one sentence. Even the somewhat plotty Ticking the Moments Away comes down to a basic idea of 2023!Tony unintentionally tricking 2014!Steve into confessing his feelings to 2014!Tony.

Then, Brainstorming.

The idea is the central germ, and I let that germ roll around my head for a while, seeing what spins off from it – scenes that can happen, dialogue the characters can have, backstory for how the characters got to that point. There’s no plot structure at this point at all, just the fun of coming up with ideas.

I’m a notebook person. While all this brainstorming goes on, I note down the ideas as they come. I don’t worry about how these fit together yet, because it’s just about letting the inspiration flow. As an example, here’s a brainstorming page for If I were a Bell. My brainstorming pages are just brief lines of scenes, pieces of dialogue, or stream of consciousness ideas of things that can happen.

Not everything from this stage is going to make the final fic, but that’s okay! It’s just about letting the creativity flow, building energy and excitement about the story itself, and coming up with bits that you’re going to have fun writing down in fuller prose.

Brainstorming also helps coming up with backstory, which also may or may not be part of the story proper but helps create the setting before the “present” action starts. Like, here’s a page for Something Beautiful where I was figuring out the backstory and what’s different about the alternate timeline.

The thing about brainstorming a story like this is that it’s natural for us to focus on the Big moments. Most of my energy is definitely spent contemplating the BEST bit, which is usually the big reveal or confrontation about feelings, and the fallout from there. Because of that, it becomes clear where the story will end, and because I’ve figured where the story will end, I can roughly figure out what needs to happen in order to reach that ending. Eg. Steve & Tony’s relationship starts like [this] and needs to become like [that]. How do we get to [that]? By having Steve & Tony achieve [x] amount of emotional intimacy or address [x] issue, which is achieved through [x] interactions/dialogue/escalating scenarios.

Then I start Outlining.

The magical thing about having brainstormed smaller ideas is that now there’s accumulated details ready to fill up the middle portion, which is (for me) the main challenge in putting an outline together. Most of the time we know where a story starts and ends, but what’s in the middle? That’s where all those smaller ideas come in, and I do that by listing out the various ideas I came up with in sequence.

Sometimes the order of this sequence obvious, but most of the time it isn’t, so I usually list them semi-randomly and move them around as necessary. The brainstormed ideas are like puzzle pieces, and they don’t always fit, so sometimes you gotta keep brainstorming to figure out how it works as a whole story.

But once I have an outline at all, that’s a Go for me to start writing. I use the outline as a basis for what’s to happen and to make sure I don’t get lost, but you’ve still got to be open to changing things up as you notice shortcomings. Unless it’s a slice of life fic, there’s usually a tension that needs to be resolved, and you won’t necessarily “see” if the story is resolving it until you’re actually writing it. Eg. Steve and Tony aren’t together – why? What’s the obstacle? Why didn’t they get together before, and if there was an issue stopping them, is that issue dealt with by the fic’s end? These questions might seem obvious, but sometimes I can lose sight of it and need to come back to the outline to adjust it.

For example, here’s my simplified outline for Ticking Away the Moments, after the initial brainstorming was done.

I knew where to start and where to end, but you can see the crossed out part where I changed things. As I was writing I realized that I needed more shippy moments and Steve & Tony had to spend more time together just the two of them, so instead of them crash-landing on Asgard and Steve being treated by healers there (as initially planned), Nebula brought them to another planet instead, where Steve & Tony had their not-date.

Brainstorming doesn’t necessarily stop once I start writing, either. Sometimes a story does flow 100% once I start writing, but that’s rare, and more often I still get stuck here and there. So, much like how artists do warm-up sketches before working on their main piece, I sometimes do brainstorming “sketches” to deal with this. Like, if I can’t figure out how to make certain things happen, or what the characters’ motivations are, I stop writing the fic itself and instead do stream of consciousness writing that’s more like meta instead of prose/dialogue to work out the problems.

For example, here’s some character “sketching” for Splenditudinous Figment of Wonder, where I was trying to figure out Steve and Tony’s motivations:

And some plot “sketching” for Ticking Away the Moments, where I was trying to figure out what 2023!Tony, Nebula and Gamora’s game plan should be:

This kind of sketching puts into words the problems I’m facing, and I can make a carefree mess in searching for solutions. It saves time to do it this way instead of trying to solve the problem while I’m writing the actual story, for that usually leads to having to delete whole chunks of fic which is VERY difficult because we tend to get attached to what we write! I find it better to sketch.

Basically, the goal of the brainstorming & outlining & sketching is to minimize the amount of actual writing of the story itself. Don’t get me wrong, writing is still labour intensive, but I find that by working out the story before sitting down to actually Write The Thing, it removes a lot of the struggle to figure out what happens next, and cuts down on cruft that tends to build up when you stumble on problems or are trying to work out the “middle part”. Plenty of writers can do the figuring it out as they go along, and that’s fine, too! But this is what works for me.

Also, a general advice which might be useful! I used to push myself in my writing, but nowadays my philosophy (lol) is that writing fanfic is for Fun, so if the stress/difficulty of any part of it outweighs the joy/satisfaction, then I just don’t do it. This is totally subjective – some people like pushing themselves into new writing styles or topics, and I totally did, too, but nowadays I don’t want to do that.

What does that mean, in effect? It means that if I find any scene a slog or just plain boring, I drop it entirely or find a way around it, maybe by summarizing what happens or having it explained in flashback. If it’s not fun to write, I don’t write it, and I don’t stress out about it. I find this REALLY freeing. This doesn’t work for published fiction, of course, but I’m not talking about published fiction.

I hope you find some part of this useful!

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