#Everyone I know secretly hates me and is gonna leave me sooner or later?

[tarakau]

bpd has been kicking my ass so bad these past two or three weeks but today is just

#Oh what is it brain? #Everyone I know secretly hates me and is gonna leave me sooner or later? #The things I enjoy and love annoy everyone else and I shouldn't share anything ever because I'm either gonna annoy them or be ignored? #I act and look like a joke and I'm not trans enough? #The best I can ask for is for people to tolerate my presence? #And people don't wanna invite me out or hang out with me on PURPOSE? #Oh wow okay I didn't know that! Let me smoke a pack a day and cry my eyes out that'll help 👍 #Don't worry tho I'll be fine eventually this comes and goes #Just gotta suck it up and beat the paranoia back into the back of my mind where it belongs with a baseball bat

[pies-writes-and-more]

a broken heart

Word Count: 2,543

Warnings: sad bean vibes today guys, sorry! Breakup angst and jealousy.

Pairing: Tsukishima Kei x Fem!Reader, Bokuto Kōtarō x Fem!Reader

A/N: I have no clue what got into me but we’re writing some sad shit tonight apparently. For all my broken-hearted beans out there, I promise I’ll write some fluff sooner or later! <3 Thank you to @thisnoodlewritesao3 for reading some of this for me and giving me the motivation to keep writing - sorry you’ll probably wake up to these feels (please don’t read if you’re not in a good head space, yall!)

Song inspo: When I Was Your Man by Bruno Mars (thank you @haikyuutothetop and @tobi-momo for bringing it up cause I totally forgot to add it 😂)

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It was like life was stabbing him every few seconds, reminding him that you were no longer there.

Tsukishima woke up thinking that maybe everything would be okay today, pulled his headphones on while he got ready because he was refusing to be alone with his thoughts. But when his music shuffled, why did the first song to play have to be the song you had deemed your song? Why could he remember the melody so perfectly sung in your voice? The way you looked whenever the song came on on the radio.

He remembered how happy you looked that very first day, how you had dressed yourself up just to hang out with him, and how this song was playing in a playlist he had made you and was the one in the background when he had kissed you for the first time.

The melody made Tsukishima’s lips tingle. He wanted nothing more than to kiss you right now.

Yamaguchi’s half smiles didn’t help either. When he joined Tsukishima on his way to school, he just patted Tsukishima on the back like he normally did and danced around the question, “How are you?”

It’s not like Tsukishima would be honest. He’d just shrug and say, “Fine,” and hope Yamaguchi would fill the silence with some story or something dumb.

He knew Yamaguchi was still friends with you, that the two of you talked. He’d never ask for him to stop because if anything, Tsukishima could find out how you were doing without even asking.

“She’s okay,” Yamaguchi told him with a small smile, as if that was supposed to be comforting. Did he think that’s what Tsukishima wanted to hear? That you were doing okay? That you weren’t waking up in tears every night like he was? Part of him wanted to be happy that you were okay, because he always secretly knew you’d be better off without him. But he wanted to be angry at you, he wanted to blame you for the fact that he cried more in the last few weeks than he had ever before in his life.

Tsukishima just kept his eyes forward, like he didn’t even hear his best friend but Yamaguchi had seen the flicker of sadness in him. He had learned a few weeks into the breakup not to mention your name around Tsukishima, but not because the quiet boy asked him to. It was because every time he heard your name, Yamaguchi would watch as his shoulders tensed, how his fists would clench in annoyance. He missed you, but who would ever catch Tsukishima Kei admitting that?

Yamaguchi would never tell him, but he always wondered that maybe if Tsukishima had admitted his feelings more to you, maybe you’d still be here.

Tsukishima would never say it out loud, but he was already thinking the same thing.

It hadn’t taken long for it to feel like the whole world knew about your breakup. People whispered in the hallways, more than they usually did when Tsukishima’s cold aura came by. Your name fluttered into his ears through gossipy voices and the blond boy just wanted to tell everyone to shut up.

Why did your name have to follow him around? Why did people have to look at him like he had done something so wrong? It’s not like he had broken up with you.

“I just can’t do this anymore, Tsukishima, I’m sorry,” you had whispered to him, shifting uncomfortably in your stance. “It just feels like you don’t even want me around most of the time and I feel like I’m constantly bugging you.”

“I never said you were bugging me, did I?” he huffed. Looking back, Tsukishima wished he could’ve bit down on his tongue and cut the sass in half. You had winced at his bitter tone. It was the look on your face that made him realize you weren’t just being insecure or awkward again. You were genuinely trying to leave.

“I want to be with someone who actually wants me around… and I don’t think that’s how we are…” the words left your lips so easily but Tsukishima knew what you meant. You meant that’s not how he was.

“You’re the one who’s leaving,” Tsukishima spat out angrily, glaring at you as you picked up your things slowly, tears in your eyes. Why wouldn’t you look at him? Why wouldn’t you look him in the eyes and tell him why you were leaving?

But when you finally met his gaze, you were already at the door, glancing back at him with sorrowful eyes. Why did you look like you were mourning something? Had it really been that bad? Being with him? “You’re the one not stopping me,” you had said in a voice barely louder than a whisper. You waited there for a moment, as if proving your point to him as Tsukishima just stood there with his fists clenched.

He wanted to lurch forward and hold you to him, beg you to stay even though he wasn’t sure what words could possibly describe how he was feeling. He didn’t know how to explain why he was always so angry or emotionless with you. He didn’t hate you - how was he supposed to say that? He didn’t want you to go but you were already leaving. How pathetic of him would he be if he begged you to stay? What was the point of begging if you were already choosing to go?

The memory was still fresh in Tsukishima’s mind. He couldn’t help but think about it every moment of the day, even still. Some part of him had hoped you would come back - would show up at his house with tears in your eyes and beg him to show some sort of emotions so you could stay. He would if you had come. But he knew that you probably expected him to do the same.

But even if he did, would you accept it? Would you accept his apology? Or was he considered a lost cause?

Tsukishima’s ears perked up, hearing a familiar melodious laughter as he walked through campus for lunch. His eyes searched around and saw you with your friends, giggles erupting from your lips. He wondered how you were still able to laugh with your friends, how your smile still managed to brighten up the courtyard during your lunch. How were you so happy? How come you had never smiled like that with him?

Before he could stop himself, Tsukishima felt himself walking towards you. He needed to see you up close - needed to make sure that smile was genuine because it couldn’t possibly be right? How were you so okay when he was so not?

“Tsukki!” Yamaguchi’s hand grabbed Tsukishima’s arm before he could cause a scene, pulling him back from his zoned in thoughts. “You’re not gonna want to do that,” Yamaguchi insisted, meeting Tsukishima’s glare head on. “Trust me okay?”

Tsukishima watched him for a moment, his lips pursing into a thin line, “How am I supposed to apologize and get her back if I don’t see her?”

Yamaguchi’s gaze faltered this time and that’s when Tsukishima knew something was going on. Yamaguchi knew something. Something he wasn’t telling his best friend.

“What is it?” Tsukishima asked quietly, pulling his arm from Yamaguchi’s grip.

Yamaguchi started to say something but the most annoying voice you could ever hear was louder.

“Y/N! My angel! I did it! I ran all the way here just like I promised!”

Tsukishima’s eyes widened just slightly as he watched as Bokuto Kōtarō seemed to run over to Tsukishima’s girlfriend no, ex girlfriend.

“He didn’t, he’s just exaggerating,” Akaashi’s voice came next, trailing behind Bokuto with a look on his face that clearly stated he didn’t want to be here.

You were laughing awkwardly, a look in your eyes telling Tsukishima you really hadn’t expected them. So why were they here in the middle of a school day?

Tsukishima scoffed a bit, wanting to turn back and run away, bury his nose into his studies and pretend like it was fine. But it wasn’t fine. Because Bokuto wrapped you up in his arms and whirled you around in a hug that showed everyone nearby exactly how he felt about you.

“B-Boktuo, put me down!” You insisted through giggles, desperately trying to avoid everyone from staring at you but it was far too late.

“I’m just excited to see you,” Bokuto grinned, nodding towards his best friend. “Akaashi is too!”

Akaashi just gave a nod and continued his conversation with one of your friends, as Bokuto patted your head lovingly, “I told you I’d come see you today, didn’t I?”

“You weren’t supposed to skip school for it, you idiot!” You laughed, shaking your head.

“I’ll go back, promise! I just wanted to see you,” Bokuto grinned.

The smile on your face was wider than before and yet Tsukishima still didn’t understand why. How were you still smiling? How were you standing there with everyone assuming that you were dating Bokuto and not dismissing all the quiet rumours that were starting?

Tsukishima finally found it in himself to walk away, Yamaguchi calling after him and following his footsteps. You had left him and replaced him with a top ace. Of course you had. It didn’t matter how much Tsukishima practiced or didn’t practice. He was never going to be better than him, and he was never going to get you back either.

Over the next few weeks, Tsukishima would hear about everything that Bokuto was and did. He saw posts on your Instagram, which he still glanced at every now and then, and even stole Yamaguchi’s phone sometimes to see your Snapchat stories.

You had everything you ever wanted now from the looks of it. Bokuto would come see you every weekend, even if it meant coming right after volleyball practice. He’d crash on your living room couch or on your floor and according to your Twitter, your mom loved him already.

He brought you flowers one time, completely out of the blue, and there it was on your Instagram. Bokuto with a huge smile on his face and holding them out to you. Tsukishima could just imagine the glow in your skin as you accepted them, that shy smile that you had given to him, what felt like a million years ago.

Yamaguchi watched as his friend tortured himself with your social media, glancing at it with eyes said that he didn’t care, but his bad mood was just getting worse every day. Everyone on the volleyball team knew it too, and even the somewhat-empty-headed players like Hinata and Noya didn’t say anything.

“They’re not dating you know,” Yamaguchi spoke up after a while as the two of them walked home. Tsukishima shoved his phone back in his pocket, as if Yamaguchi hadn’t just caught him glancing at his text message history with you to see if you had randomly messaged him. “I think Bokuto just really likes her but she told me she’s not ready.”

Tsukishima wanted to tell him he didn’t care, but those words just twisted in his mouth and he couldn’t even make a sound. He did care. How could he not? He had loved you, even if he was absolute shit at showing you.

“He’ll be good for her,” was all Tsukishima said after a moment, staring out to the distance and trying not to note the surprise on Yamaguchi’s face. He wanted to mean it. He wanted to be happy for you because your smile was all that mattered to him. But... he couldn’t stop from thinking... from wishing... that your smile was at him instead.

As if the gods themselves had decided to torture Tsukishima some more that day, as the two friends turned into Coach’s shop to grab some snacks, there he was standing right in front of them.

Bokuto Kōtarō with his idiotic smile and a handful of snacks and ramen packets that he was plopping onto the counter in front of Coach Ukai, “Just these please!”

Ukai glanced uncomfortably at Tsukishima and Yamaguchi, clearing his throat as he started to check Bokuto’s items out.

Tsukishima’s ears were going pink - of course even the Coach knew. He wanted to leave right then and there, pretend like he hadn’t even come here in the first place.

But before he could turn on his heels, Bokuto caught his eye. The two of them shared an awkward look, Yamaguchi trying to walk towards the back of the store so that Tsukishima could follow him.

“Look man-” Bokuto started stiffly, his chest puffing out just slightly as he tried to come up with the words.

“It’s the wrong kind,” Tsukishima interrupted, a cold glare shooting right into Bokuto’s eyes.

“Sorry?”

“The ramen.” Tsukishima walked over to the nearby stand and pulled out two different flavours, dropping them onto the counter. “Y/N doesn’t like that one. You grabbed the wrong one.”

He should’ve just walked away then and there, avoided any more confrontational conversations but he didn’t. The two of them just stared at each other, Bokuto looking back and forth between Tsukishima and the packets of ramen.

“Boys,” Ukai’s voice was low, as if warning them not to start a scuffle in his shop.

After a moment, Bokuto just gave Tsukishima a smile, patting him on the shoulder, “Thanks.”

Tsukishima still stood there, even as Bokuto paid for his items (minus the ramen packets that you didn’t like) and as Ukai handed him his bag. The Fukurōdani boy gave a small wave to Ukai and started to head out, the tension just starting to lift.

“She likes flowers,” Tsukishima’s voice cut through the air like a knife, words thudding into existence. “She says it makes her feel like someone is thinking of her without an occasion. And she likes to have her hand held in crowds because sometimes she gets nervous around so many people. She’s not going to text you a lot at first because she’s going to think she’s clingy… and that’s my fault. I made her think she was clingy. But she’s not. She just wants to know that you’re thinking of her and that you’re honest with her.” Tsukishima’s fists were clenched so tightly, his nails were starting to sting into his palms, “And she likes to go dancing. It doesn’t really matter where but she likes to dance to music.”

You could’ve heard a fly buzzing around, or a pin dropping against the floor with how quiet it got. Bokuto’s back was still to Tsukishima, tensing slightly the more that he talked but never fully turning around.

“Slow dance with her okay? Because… I never did with her and she always wanted me to. Do everything I didn’t do with her, alright?” Tsukishima’s voice was louder now, as if desperately pleading with Bokuto.

There was another pause in the air and Bokuto only turned his head slightly to just say, “You got it,” before disappearing.

Tsukishima didn’t realize it until after he had gone that there were tears in his eyes. He thought about every time he saw flowers and thought about giving them to you and how stupid he had thought the idea was. He remembered every moment that he didn’t respond back to you right away when he had the chance to, or when he asked you why you sent him so many things on social media. The picture of that sadness growing in your eyes would haunt him for a while.

Worst of all, was all those times you two had sat in the middle of a field, just listening to music and humming to yourselves. How often you had looked around to find no one around and begged him to come dance with you. He had thought it was stupid. How childish, he had thought.

But right now, he’d give anything to slow dance with you.

Guess it’s true, Tsukishima thought to himself as he rushed home, ignoring Yamaguchi calling for him. He wiped his face aggressively, not even caring how crooked his glasses were getting as more tears streamed down his face. You never really realize what you have until you lose it.

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[secretlittlerandezvous]

A Day With The Benns - Jamie Benn

Summary: A look into the Benns household and a day spent with the family.

To the angel who requested this: From the bottom of my heart THANK YOU. I don't know who you are but I love you - for this request and for the beautiful words that came with it. It keeps making me feel like my heart will burst from happiness. I also thank you for giving me a reason to write about how I see my future life and what I hope for (this is basically me writing about my dream life) 💘🕊💫

Note: D/n means “daughter’s name”. The bedtime story is an excerpt from the book “Goodnight, hockey fans” by Andrew Larsen.

Words: 2487

“The truest, best love had nothing to do with luck. Luck was faithless, and worth little. True love wasn’t fancy, and it wasn’t magical, but simply true in every sense: honest, loyal and sure.” — Sonja Yoerg

It was that kind of a morning when you wake up and you know summer finally arrived. The sun was nicely warm and comforting unlike the stinging and cold winter sun, the birds were chirping in the trees from early in the morning and the air was fresh and warm. Y/n was woken up by the streaks of sunlight creeping into the bedroom through the window. She opened her eyes for a second and then closed them again and enjoyed the peace she felt which was quite unusual in the past few weeks. She didn’t hear a baby crying or the older kids running around the house wildly, she wasn’t woken up by them jumping on the bed to wake her up or by her husband leaving early for work. She loved her life and the chaos of it but it felt so nice to have a calm morning for once. After she fully enjoyed the silence, she opened her eyes, stretched her arms, and with a smile already present on her face she turned around to see her husband. Jamie had his back to her, but she certainly enjoyed the view at her husband’s muscular back and arms and she even blushed at the sight of him. But what warmed her heart, what couldn’t be beaten by his tattoos or muscles was the way he talked to their four months old baby girl. He had his arm protectively around her and Y/n found the contrast of his strong tattooed arm and her tiny little hand and fingers covered in a pink onesie absolutely adorable. He tickled her on her belly, and she smiled at him or watched him with her bright eyes with pure love. Y/n and the kids wished he could spend a little more time with them but they all understood why he couldn’t and whenever he was home he made the most of it and he dedicated his time to help his wife and to entertain the kids.

“Good morning my loves,” Y/n said happily as she looked over Jamie’s shoulder, kissed his cheek, and then smiled at their daughter who got even more excited when she noticed her.

“See? I told you mommy will wake up soon to give you a breakfast,” Jamie said to the little one. “Unfortunately, that’s the only thing I can’t do honey.” He said to Y/n and kissed her back.

“Not sure if anyone would want you to breastfeed babe,” she joked and took their daughter into her arms to feed her. “Are the kiddos awake?”

“Don’t think so,” Jamie mumbled. “I’ll go wake them up in a bit.” But first, he wanted to enjoy his wife’s company.

She was beautiful. He found her so beautiful. And he adored everything about her. Her kindness, the way she always loved him even though he could get a little grumpy sometimes. The way she handled everything with such ease. How smart she was. How supportive and understanding she was of him and his career. How she raised the kids, took care of them and their household on her own when he was away, and never used that against him. How good she was at her own job. How she created such a loving atmosphere in their family. Everything.

Jamie soon left to wake up the two older boys who even despite the complaints got out of the bed pretty quick and happily ran downstairs to help their dad in the kitchen. Y/n stayed behind a little to take care of D/n and to put herself together before she headed to the kitchen to join the rest of the pack. She heard laughter and giggles coming from there and she stopped and listened to the conversation they were having, she smiled to herself and enjoyed everything that was said.

Y/n often felt that she didn’t have enough time to pause and enjoy the present moment, but she was slowly learning to do so. The kids were growing up way too fast for her liking, life kept moving forward without a chance of it ever slowing down and she got sad at times when she realized how fast the kids will turn into adults. Y/n wanted to stay stuck in time, stay this old for a little longer and have the kids stay little longer, and have more time to process it all. But mostly she wanted a little more time off for Jamie who even though never said it out loud regretted not being there for them all the time. But they knew he loved them more than anything or anyone else in the world and that was enough.

“Can we go skating with you dad?” Their oldest son asked with hope, but he knew what answer was coming. He asked the same question, every morning when Jamie was home and about to go to practice. Each time the answer was no but he never gave up. The positive attitude towards everything and how he was never losing hope was Jamie’s favorite trait of their oldest son. It reminded him of Y/n.

“You know you can’t come with me buddy,” Jamie said with a sad voice. He hated saying no to him and he even wished he could bring the boys with him, but it was never convenient. “But I can ask the boys and we can go skating together on the weekend. What do you think?”

“I think we should hurry up,” Y/n joined the conversation, but no one heard her because the boys started screaming in excitement. She then sat down at the table and enjoyed the pancakes Jamie and the boys made for her and she helped their younger son with eating because he preferred to play with it rather than eating it. “Did you guys tell daddy where you’re going today?”

“No,” the older boy said. “We’re going to the zoo with the kindergarten.”

“And you wanted to miss the zoo to go skating? The zoo’s more fun for sure.” Jamie answered.

After the tasty breakfast, everyone headed to the bathroom to get ready for kindergarten and the day. Jamie helped them brush their teeth and hair, he even let them use a tiny little amount of his deodorant because both boys adored their dad and wanted to be just like him. It wasn’t rare for the boys to draw on their hands and pretend the drawings were real tattoos or them putting on Jamie’s hockey gear and playing hockey around the house. Y/n in the meantime prepared their outfits, soothed the crying baby, and managed to get dressed up without being disturbed.

“I’ll drop the kids at the kindergarten,” Jamie whispered as he wrapped his hands around Y/n’s waist from behind and hugged her tightly. “And I’ll try to get back home sooner than usual, and we can then do something fun.”

“Aren’t you amazing?” Y/n said happily, turning around to face Jamie, wrapping her hands around his neck, and kissing him before he got to answer. She expected a cocky answer from him, and she wanted to avoid it.

A few minutes later the whole family was outside their house, all of them about to head in different directions to different places. The boys were going to the kindergarten, Jamie to the arena and Y/n and D/n were going for a regular check-up at the doctor. “I love you boys,” said with a proud face and kissed all three boys goodbye.

“And we love you girls,” Jamie said, kissed Y/N and their daughter and the boys repeated after him before they all jumped into the car.

Later that day after Y/n returned home from the doctors and the grocery store, she cooked lunch for herself and then picked up the boys from the kindergarten. They then went for a walk around the neighborhood to put D/n to sleep in her stroller and the boys being the amazing brothers argued about who was gonna push the stroller. Y/n felt joy in her heart she couldn’t describe. She was simply proud of how loving the boys were.

When Jamie returned home, 2 hours earlier than usual, he expected to find his pack in the living room and he secretly hoped they would greet him, but the house was empty. He went to the living room and that’s when he finally found Y/n and the kids. They were in the garden enjoying the warm weather and the sunshine, eating some fruit, and playing with way too many things but they seemed to be enjoying. Jamie watched them from behind the glass door and adored Y/n once again. She was smiling widely, she glowed and looked even prettier than usual at that moment. She was showing D/n some flowers they probably picked in their garden and D/n was from what Jamie saw laughing at it. The boys were sitting on the blankets around the girls, their younger son was drawing something (and judging from the dozens of papers lying around it wasn’t his first artwork that day) and the older son was playing the puzzles while telling Y/n some exciting story. She listened carefully to every word and looked at the kids with so much love and adoration that Jamie wondered how he could get so lucky.

“Dad!” The younger boy screamed when Jamie came to the garden and both boys happily ran towards him to hug him.

“When you said you were gonna come home earlier I didn’t expect it would be this early,” Y/n said to Jamie as he sat down next to her. “But I’m not complaining. I missed you.”

“Missed you too love,” Jamie whispered as he leaned closer to kiss her and he then picked up D/n and took her in his arms to cuddle with her. Jamie was such a great dad and Y/n always knew he would be even though Jamie used to call himself a boy dad and say that he wouldn’t know what to do with a girl. But the moment they found out their next baby was going to be a girl he changed his mind completely and couldn’t wait to have a daughter. And from the second she was born she had him wrapped around her finger. “If you want you can go take a nap, I’ll stay there with the kids. I know you didn’t get much sleep.” Jamie offered.

At the first moment, she wanted to accept the offer and go to bed but when she looked around, she changed her mind. The sky was still blue, the sun was still shining, and the kids were having way too much fun and there was no way she was gonna miss this moment with her whole family. “I think I’ll stay right here.” She said with a smile.

The family stayed in the garden until the sun disappeared from the sky and just when the air got significantly colder, they all realized it was time to head home and have dinner. Neither one of them wanted to move because they were having so much fun but all of them were hungry and tired after a long day. The boys happily helped Y/n with dinner and although it took a little longer and the kitchen was a little messier than if Y/n did it on her own she enjoyed it as any other activity with her loves. Dinner was a favorite time of the day in the Benn family because it was usually the time when they all gathered and spent time together. For Y/n it was a time where she finally had everyone home and that was when she felt best even if it meant Jamie would leave for a game later. Jamie loved it because he was finally home with the ones most important to him and nothing could ever compare to the warmth of being home with his family. The kids loved dinner just as any other time they would get to eat but even they knew it meant they would most likely be all together.

“Dad? Can you read to us tonight?” One of the boys asked Jamie after the dinner.

“Of course!” Jamie answered with excitement. “Go brush your teeth and I’ll be there in a second okay?”

The boys listened and ran upstairs to their bathroom to brush their teeth and put on their pajamas and quickly jumped to bed and waited for Jamie. Jamie soon left Y/n alone in the living room so she could feed the baby in peace and went to the boys’ room.

“Alright, boys, ready?” Jamie asked the boys as he sat down with the book the boys picked. It was their favorite book about hockey that Jamie got them when they were younger and both Jamie and Y/n lost track of the number of times they read it to them. “A young boy doesn't want to go to bed. The hockey game is on! ‘What if I can't fall asleep?’ the boy says. ‘Don't worry,’ says his dad. ‘You will.’ After his parents have tucked him in and turned out the light, he shines a flashlight on his prized hockey possessions around his room: the posters of his favorite players, the pennant for his favorite team, the puck.” Jamie read. Not for too long though, the boys well asleep after a few minutes. “Good night boys,” Jamie said quietly as he left the room.

Y/n just finished putting D/n to sleep when Jamie walked into their bedroom. “That was quick,” Y/n noted.

“Told you I have a talent at putting the kids to sleep.” He said with a grin. “Abd good night to my little princess.” He whispered and kissed his little girl gently on her forehead before Y/n put her into her crib.

“You’re just lucky,” Y/n answered.

“I am,” Jamie said with a proud smile as he looked at his wife. He knew he was lucky. He hardly ever told this to his family, but he knew they knew he loved them more than anything. “And now I can finally focus purely on you.” He announced when he got out of the shower and went to Y/n.

“This was one of the nicest days in a while Jamie,” Y/n snuggled to Jamie and traced Jamie’s tattoos mindlessly. “Oh, and you better don’t forget to take the kids skating on the weekend. They were talking about it all day.” She laughed.

“I told the team and they all agreed to hang out,” he said. “And now give me a big kiss.” He said seriously.

“You’re horrible,” Y/n laughed before she kissed him. No matter how annoying and cocky he could get she loved him with all her heart.

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[fatefulfaerie]

Flight

Zelink Week 2021 prompt #3/7 @zelinkweek2021

Word Count: 1,874

Incarnation: Skyward Sword (pre)

Additional Prompts Followed: Loftwings, Free Fall

Trigger Warnings: near-death experience, broken bone trauma

The Loftwings flew in perfect circles, their flight at all times parallel to each other as they followed the tail of the other, again, and again, blue and red and red and blue, crimson and purple and red and blue. It was an eternal race that none would win.

And it was obvious there would be no champion, as the loftwings were carved from wood and flew only by mechanism, circling like hawks above the crib of a child with shining blue eyes and honey-blonde hair. She laughed and giggled at the sight of Loftwings in flight, reaching out stubby hands as if to lazily reach for the illusion. She gabbled and her mouth buzzed a particular “v” sound. Her smile was infectious.

But nine years later, she frowned, stomping towards the plaza in the midst of a tantrum, fists balled and shoulders up to her ears.

Her father once told her that friends come and go but not him, never him, never that way. A new, more exciting best friend and he was up and away without a care in the world, not a single look of concern for the friend he left in his dust.

Her father told her not five minutes ago that her time would come as well, that she too would be matched with a Loftwing when the time came. Link merely was a few months older than her.

But the damage was done. Gaepora had already gone on and on about how splendid the match was between the rare Crimson Loftwing and Link, how the connection was uncanny, and how it usually takes years of training for someone to fly their bird like that. Zelda was green with envy and it did not become her.

She was jealous even now as she watched Link, her pale pink dress swishing in the breeze. Zelda wondered that perhaps if she had worn her blue dress, Link would not have forgotten her, perhaps her lavender, or her yellow, perhaps her hair in braids or perhaps her forehead covered by bangs that she saw some of the older girls wearing. Yet, of all the colors and all the options, green seemed to stick out the most when people saw her at the ceremony, her brow shaded with envy as the ten-year old boy with a cream shirt and patched brown pants just hopped upon his fancy, new Crimson Loftwing.

Zelda hated as well that she couldn’t even chase him down, couldn’t just hop on her own Loftwing and ask what was so insignificant about her for Link to fly away in such a rude manner, leaving his best friend behind. Gaepora didn’t think it rude at all, as the boy had literally smiled at Zelda before testing out this unique bond with his Loftwing, but Zelda saw it as the end of the world.

Her own Loftwing.

She bet she could ride a Loftwing just as well, and she bet that the Goddess Hylia knew she was more than ready. She bet that the Goddess was just as upset as her, and she bet that there already was a Loftwing in the skies for her, just for her, maybe even rarer than the crimson breed. She bet all of that on her life, foolishly employing her little nine-year-old legs and running off the edge of the island in the sky, believing completely that her Loftwing would come below her.

Her own Loftwing.

The free fall was exhilarating and she enjoyed it. Never before had she felt so unrestrained, so rebellious.

Her own Loftwing.

So she whistled, wanting to chase that feeling atop a Loftwing, to ride the rims of the clouds and pursue the horizon, to wonder at what laid beneath the clouds like everyone secretly did.

No Loftwing came.

She whistled again, but she was reaching the clouds. Fear twinged a chord in her heart and the note was sour. Her confidence wavered. No one survived a fall to the clouds. No one.

Her mother, Link’s father, Groose’s uncle, Cawlin’s sister, Stritch’s cousin.

None of them ever returned.

What was she thinking?

No Loftwing came.

She felt the wind knocked out of her and she almost upchucked her lunch into the blue skies that she was being lifted from, Loftwing talons secure around her small frame and the occasional red feather drifting across her eye-line.

She tried to flip over to look up at Link, but the hold on her was too tight. So she just laid limp like a doll, basking in the wind of her stupidity and thinking that maybe, just maybe, what she did wasn’t the best idea.

Link had never rescued someone before, so he was more than relieved when his Loftwing caught Zelda without a flinch of hesitation. He had even braved looking down to make sure she was okay, before setting his sights on Skyloft, on the Plaza where he would drop her off and make sure she really was okay.

Yet the Loftwing let go sooner than Link expected. They were much too high for it to be a soft landing on Zelda’s part and the shrill cry that ensued because of it told Link everything, his insides churning with worry.

“Zelda!” He practically jumped off the Loftwing as soon as it was close enough to the ground of the Plaza and he ran, ran with all his might to the little girl who sat clutching her bent leg and crying into her knee. Link knelt before her, panting.

“Zelda, are you okay?”

There were legends of a blue flame, that burned hotter and brighter than any fire hued red. Link didn’t think such a thing existed until Zelda looked up, her eyes enraged and fuming.

His lips parted. He wasn’t sure what to do and before he could think to do anything Zelda had balled a fistful of dirt and thrown it in his face, before returning to her kneecap and shaking and crying and whimpering.

“Okay,” Link said in response to the dirty welcome. “I’m sorry. The Loftwing and I are both new at this. I’m sorry we dropped you and…well…I wanted to take you with me on my first ride but you’re not allowed to take someone with you that doesn’t have their own Loftwing. If something happens your passenger has to be able to take the reins, or call their own Loftwing to ride to safety. It’s a rule and you know it.”

Zelda shook her head.

“No?” Link asked, trying to understand, but she kept shaking her head.

“Link,” she said incredibly weakly. “Hylia above, it hurts so much.”

Link scooted closer, lifting his hands slightly but not knowing where to put them.

“Where?” He asked. “Where does it hurt?”

Zelda spent the moment after the question just trying to breathe, to award her lungs stable breaths that they sorely needed. Link tried to be patient, tried to give her the time to tell him what was wrong, but for some reason he needed to know now.

He took a guess and lifted the hem of her pale pink dress slightly, revealing something that hurt his heart and made his entire body wince.

It was no doubt that her leg was broken, Link could see the horrid swelling that almost looked like another calf, that ebbed with hues of red and purple. Link didn’t know if he was going to cry or throw up first.

“Oh goddess, okay, I’m gonna get you some help,” he said. Zelda nodded as he picked her up, and neither had time to be surprised at Link’s strength.

By the time they reached the headmaster’s office, Link was in tears and Zelda had passed out from the pain. Link went on and on apologizing to the headmaster, expressing his guilt over literally breaking the daughter of the tall, orange and red-clad man. Gaepora, however, wouldn’t have it, telling Link that a daughter of the headmaster should have known better than to let her jealousy consume her, but ultimately the priority now was to get her treated.

Potions were acquired immediately from the Bazaar and Zelda slept like a baby as she healed. Link grasped her hand with the intention of being there all night long, of letting her know wordlessly that her friend was here and that she was okay. He wanted to be there in case she woke up, in case she was scared, in case she...

“Link.”

The booming voice of the Headmaster was what told Link that he, too, was dozing off. The wooden chair must have been more comfortable than he previously thought.

Gaepora smiled at Link’s big blue eyes. He walked forward with the large strides of a grown-up and Link was almost impressed that someone could be that tall. Gaepora held out his hand.

“I think you would be more comfortable in your own bed.”

“But…”

“Zelda will be fine,” Gaepora said in the most calming voice he could muster. Link’s next breath brought his eyes down and he nodded. Link looked over at Zelda and smiled.

“I’ll see you in the morning sleepyhead,” Link said. “I promise.”

Link returned his big eyes to Gaepora and took his large hand, the headmaster leading the orphan to his room downstairs and treating the lad like he always had.

Like a son.

The next morning was one of the few where Link got up on his own, where he didn’t sleep in for hours and was in fact excited by the prospect of morning. Most ten-year old boys got up early to fly their new Loftwing, but Link was far more concerned with another friend, one that he had known much longer, one that was sitting up with a bowl of oatmeal when he entered her room.

Link beamed a smile, and so did Zelda.

“Zelda!” Link exclaimed, entering the room completely and approaching her. “H-how are you feeling?”

“Better,” she replied. “It hurts a lot less, but I should probably stay off it for a while.”

“Yeah,” Link agreed, nodding. He looked at her leg, braced with packs of ice and resting on a stack of soft pillows. It looked far more painful than she was letting on and remembering how it looked yesterday, Link doubted it could be anywhere near “better” this quickly, even with potions.

“I’m sorry.”

They both said it at the same time, so their heads snapped to each other.

“Zelda, I broke your leg,” Link said abruptly. “What in the clouds are you sorry for?”

“You broke my leg?” Zelda questioned, not believing her ears. “Goodness sake, Link, it was my fault, not yours. I should be thanking you for saving my life. I shouldn’t have tried to get my Loftwing, I…”

She stopped herself, and looked down at the patterned blankets she was in.

“I thought getting a new best friend would make you as jealous as I was.”

It was nothing more than an ashamed mumble, but Link heard it well, taking a couple steps to sit on the edge of her bed. He took her hand.

“No one will ever replace you as my best friend,” Link insisted. “Do you understand me?”

Zelda nodded and breathed a sigh of relief.

“Yes.”

#zelink #zelink week 2021 #zelinkweek2021 #link #zelda #skyward sword #tloz #the legend of zelda

[s-serendipit-y]

team danganronpa?

ft. chiaki, kokichi, nagito

this has MAJOR spoilers so everything’s under the cut. do not read if your haven’t finished goodbye despair and killing harmony

@melmellimelon asked: I know this is a weird request but what about Chiaki, Kokichi and Nagito having an s/o who is self aware that this is just a game (you know, like Danganronpa 3 last trial)

a/n: i wasn’t sure if you wanted s/o to work for team danganronpa or they just figured it out. so i just wrote both :)

buckle up because this is filled with angst

——— chiaki nanami

s/o works for team danganronpa™️

it wasn’t supposed to happen

you falling in love with chiaki that is, you already knew she was different than the other ‘characters’

she was an a.i, everything she is supposed to think was programmed thanks to you and team danganronpa

but being apart of the game is different than observing it, and as time went on you grew closer to chiaki then eventually, you fell in love with her

you were ‘helping’ her and hajime try to end the game telling yourself it was for the ratings and the fans who love to see the characters in despair

yet you started to feel extremely guilty for lying to the girl you loved and your friends

so to clear everything up you told chiaki that you wanted to speak to her

it was after 10pm when chiaki showed up to your cottage

“you wanted to speak to me s/o? is this about the traitor,”

“umm no chiaki, there’s something that i want to confess,”

chiaki pauses her game giving you her full attention, then you tell her the real reason why all of you are here

and of course, she didn’t believe you, why would she believe that she and everyone else here was a product of entertainment

“you’re the mastermind… aren’t you?”

“n-no! not technically…”

“end the game! why do you want people to die?”

“i’m sorry, chiaki- the game won’t end until there are only two survivors left.”

she leaves you in your cottage alone, not listening to another word you had to say

you stay in silence, falling into despair as you knew who the next blackened was gonna be

s/o doesn’t work for team danganronpa™️

you weren’t even sure how you figured this out

but somehow you did and it sickened you

there were people out here, who found teenagers fighting for their lives entertaining?

absolutely disgusting

you weren’t even sure how everyone would react if you told them

and on top of that, you don’t know if someone was secretly working with them

so the first person you wanted to tell was the only one you could trust. chiaki.

so you pull her into your bathroom, the only place where there are no cameras and tell her everything you knew

chiaki doesn’t want anyone else to die, so you both plan a way to end this ‘show’

yet you were unaware that your lives in this game were already planned out for you and the girl you loved was about to be executed right in front of you

“don’t give up s/o, find the truth and escape with everyone else. promise me.”

“i promise chiaki, i love you”

“i love you too s/o”

and there was nothing you could do but live up to your promise

——— kokichi ouma

s/o works for team danganronpa™️

you and tsumugi were working together both acting as masterminds

we both know that kokichi’s main goal was to weed out the mastermind

so after gonta’s death and kokichi revealing himself as the mastermind you and tsumugi were in a tough spot

but unbeknownst to your partner, you had grown close to kokichi

you could relate to him on many things, at first it was for the ratings but soon enough you actually fell in love with him, and you when you confessed he accepted in his own way.

so you really did hope that he would listen to you

yet you couldn’t have been more wrong

you went to where kokichi was keeping kaito hostage

yet when you came in, he said you should hate him since he was the mastermind

but that’s when you told him you knew that he wasn’t

and just by the look on your face, he knew what you ment

you told him about you working with team danganronpa and how all of this was for entertainment for the real world he just laughed at you

“neeheehee~ and i thought i was a good liar s/o”

you wasn’t sure if he believed everything you said, he didn’t crack from his usual facade

even though he wasn’t showing you, kokichi was hurt and felt betrayed

he felt like you were the only person he could trust and it crushed him to know that you were lying to him and everyone else this whole time

s/o doesn’t work for team danganronpa™️

tsumugi did everything she could to tie up any loose ends

or…she thought she did

but somehow you found the secret passageway in the bathroom the led to the library

and that’s where you found all the documents titled danganronpa

you all wanted to participate in this?

that’s not true why would you want your friends to die?

so you grabbed all the documents, running to the only person you believe you can trust. kokichi.

you tell him everything you found in the documents and he first brushes it off as a lie

“s/o you’re not a good liar.”

but your face didn’t change and that’s when he started to take what you said seriously

you wanted to let everyone else know about your findings but kokichi tells you that if you found it in the school, someone here is working with team danganronpa

but what you two didn’t realize, that there were very little cameras watching everything around the school so the mastermind already knew what you two were planning

and just like with rantaro, tsumugi steps in

with the deaths of angie and tenko, there was you all blamed on korekiyo (srry bby <3)

kokichi knew that it wasn’t him, he was with you most of the time. so he knew that it was the work of the mastermind

that’s when he began his plan to end the game once and for all

——— nagito komaeda

s/o works for team danganronpa™️

nagito claims that he had planted bombs all around the island to find the traitor

you knew that the traitor wasn’t a bad person this time, you wrote it.

it was to put a spin on the original game and bring in more ratings

yet your role in the game was to be close to the main antagonist, nagito, but you didn’t expect to get into a relationship with him

he tells you and everyone else to go find the bombs and he’ll stay in the dining area just in case the traitor wanted to come out

but after everyone dispersed you went back into the dining room

the guilt of lying to him was consuming you, he just wanted hope to win and you being there it was almost impossible

“s/o, my shimmering hope, you’re the traitor? that’s a surprise”

“no i’m not the traitor- but there is something i need to tell you”

you explain to him why you were truly here and how you created this killing game

when you finish, nagito just laughs for a while before responding

“of course trash like me doesn’t deserve someone filled with hope and instead, have someone filled with despair, like you.”

nagito didn’t want to believe that you were who you said but after completing the dead room he knew the truth about everything

of course he burned the evidence so no one else would find it

but you came here and confess to him which hit him with the harsh reality

everyone were the remnants of despair besides the traitor and you, but you… we’re the epitome of despair

s/o doesn’t work for team danganronpa™️

once again, you weren’t sure how you figured this out

this despair you were all feeling, was for someone else?!

you felt sick

so the first person you tell is nagito, you trusted him and he was fighting for hope

he should know what to do

when you tell him what you discovered, he believes you!

you were his hope and he knew the only thing you and everyone else wanted was to end this game once and for all

you both planned what to do next, the real world was fulfilled with despair, is that really a place you’d want to go to?

“team danganronpa…? should we tell anyone else about this? hajime? chiaki?” -s/o

nagito disregards what you say, muttering something about hajime. did he know something you didn’t?

however, you couldn’t plan for what came next, nagito tell you not to worry and that he’ll handle it from this point on

it felt so trustworthy but when he revealed his plan to blow up the entire island you knew you had to step in

nagito was nowhere to be found, you all had to split up and look for him

yet when the factory filled with monokuma merch caught on fire you had a sick feeling in your stomach

and when you and the rest of the survivors could go in, there was your worse fear.

nagito was dead and someone killed him

all of your lives in this game was planned out for you and no matter how hard you all tried you would have to give into despair sooner or later.

#danganronpa imagines #danganronpa x reader #v3 x reader #dr2 x reader #nagito komeada x reader #kokichi oma x reader #chiaki nanami x reader

[jauneda1]

RWBY

The New War AU

"Author's note" This Au is a little different from the original RWBY adaptation, with slight character changes, and well War.

After Initiation and team selection

Jaune has already slipped away into the background in order to get away from everything going on in the ballroom. He soon finds himself writing in his notepad while silently thinking out new moves and ways to improve his swordsmanship. "I got nicked more times then I wanted during initiation. So much happened I tried to hide my true strength but that beowolf knocked my sword away I had no choice but to engage in hand to hand thank you dad for make the shield sharp around the edges and point. Atleast Yang is okay. I saw her get tossed by that deathstalker. Wait why am I worried about her she can handle it " Jaune let in a breath and then continued to walk around campus. Sooner or later he was going to have to face his team. He knew he wasn't ready for that also giving that he was the leader. " Man I can't believe I'm the leader of my own team, big sis owes me an apology. Saying I would never make team leader. Ricky would have made team leader."

Jaune had made his way back to the dorm room. Greeting his new team, he learned that outside of Pyrrha his other two teammates where pretty chill. Lie Ren being some sort of ninja or something close to it. Nora being bubbliey but lade back."Funny I was expecting the two of them to be completely different people but they act the same. Nora is like one of my little sister's." Pyrrha spoke up greeting Jaune and him to her even though they become partners in the forest they really didn't say much. Well Jaune didn't say much. When they crossed paths it was simple she saved him, he saved her round and round it goes. " Sorry if I came off distancing while in initiation. I was just focused on getting a high scoring." Pyrrha spoke to him and said oh no it's fine she had just hoped she hadn't rubbed him the wrong way.

After a few greetings a knock had came from the door. It was team RWBY who where they're neighbor's to Jaune's dismay. It wasn't really the fact of they're team but it's brawler. Yang Xiao long was one of Jaune's childhood bullies/crush she used to tell me to be a man back when we where in elementary. Then as we got older she would pick at my hight I used to pick at her boobs being huge and how they could be saggy if they get any bigger. But we've grown closer over the years. Her jokes and puns are funny too.

Group had a little get together party with Yang and Jaune sharing stories about the other from when they went to signal. Ruby would chime in to keep the two from fighting. Since there's a rivalry between the two. No one understood why till Jaune spoke. "It started on the first day at signal it was combat class and Yang underestimated me and got thrown out of the ring. This was before my father entrusted the family sword and shield to me so I would occasionally use boxing and simple judo, and jujitsu fighting style's." What Jaune didn't tell everyone was he has an intermediate almost advanced knowledge in Wing Chun fighting style. This is after he picked up the family sword he always made sure that if he were to every lose his sword in battle he would need a way to beat any and all enemy types. From Grimm to thugs and even other huntsman. Since so many have gone rogue his father thought it was necessary.

"Yang rushed me and it cost her a bump and a bruise when I grabbed her arm and used her momentum to throw her over my shoulder and into the ring out." Yang then spoke up and she had venomous spite in her voice. "Jaune now you know our combat class was always first to three. I beat you two times after that." Jaune spoke up now a bit agitated at the blonde beauty in front of him. " And yet I still beat you in the long run. Or did you forget that after all this this time?"

Ruby finally got in-between the two because they looked like they where gonna go at it again.

"Jeez you two are always like this, just hurry up and get back together already. You both know it's inevitable." Everyone in the room besides the three of them were shocked and surprised to say the least. Ruby finally explained while the two blondes turned they're heads away out of embarrassment. "It's been like this for about 3 years. During a house party they feuded with each other till Jaune had said something to her which made both of them leave the party together. The next thing people knew was that the Dragon and the White knight of Signal were dating."

Weiss spoke up. "Wait wait wait... You two are the Dragon and white knight of Signal academy? Do you two have any idea how well known you two are.?" Both Yang and Jaune looked at each other then back at Weiss not knowing what she was talking about. "Look at every pre-huntsman school they're are 5 students who are picked and given nicknames so that Huntsman Academies would know who to scout out in initiation. To get put in this top 5 you literally have to beat out everyone else in your school both academically and physically in training."

Blake have spoke up just to see if she understood what was being said. "So basically what your saying is that Yang and Jaune are in a league of their own?" Ruby then explained fully to Blake. "Well to be fair Me, Jaune, Yang, and Pyrrha. Are in the same level cap in a way of saying." Nora spoke up saying "oh so like a video game." With Ren saying "In a sense yes it is." Pyrrha took everything that everyone was saying and informed them that. "This is how Beacon has always done there team make ups. With two high grade fighters being budded up. The Initiation is held with an even amount of high grade students and low grade students. If by any chance r high grades come together they are split up. So for our team JNPR, Jaune and Myself are the high grades, and from what I gathered in skill wise from earlier Yang and Ruby are team RWBY'S high grades."

After everything was said the group noticed that Jaune and Yang weren't even there. Ren informed them that they left a while ago. Ruby said "Well this is normal they're always ditching lectures and class together, regardless if there together together or not."

On the roof our blondes were sitting with there leg's over the edge and leaning on each other, Yang spoke up. "Your not as talkative as much as you used to be."

Jaune responded with a low mutter which caused Yang to look more his way in hopes of getting a better response out of him. He finally succumbed to his feelings and brought up stone they were together. "Remember that time you told me it wasn't my fault."

Yang knew what was coming and was preparing to comfort her friend, the one and only man she loved.

"Ricky's death was my fault and always will be my fault and you getting hurt the way you did back then was." Jaune was cut off when Yang had pulled him into an embrace pulling him and herself away from the edge of the building. "Jaune..." Yang noticed the tears that are flowing down his face and she hated seeing him like this. It would hurt her more when she couldn't stop those tears. "Yang I know what your gonna say and ask. And yes the past year of me training and getting ready for this moment in my life. I've done nothing but think about how Ricky deserved to be here aswell that this was his dream school and all because I wanted to rush to get stronger H-h- ... He died saving me from my stupidity." Yang held him comforting him. Little did most people know was that Jaune may come off as a strong individual but he is very mentally weak with his life constantly pushing his mind to a break and collapse. Yang has always been there to keep that from happening. She has looked out and after him like he was a little brother and she started dating to do this more but also because she truly cares for him.

Jaune stopped his talking and embraced Yang back. "I'm sorry Yang I've just been lost in thought for so long that I've forgotten." "Jaune that's why I'm here to crack jokes and be by your side" Jaune thanked his fellow blonde with a kiss which was reciprocated. It wasn't long but it was enough to start a fire in the dragon as she pulled him down and got on top of him.

"So does this mean where together-together again or just a friend's with benefits thing."

"You tell me you kissed me first?"

The two began to embrace each other on the roof while secretly they where being watched by ember yellow eyes. "Huh they're bond is way deeper then Ruby told us."

That's a wrap part 2 should be out by tomorrow hopefully.

Hope you all have enjoyed

#jaune arc #yang xiao long #yang x jaune #rwby #rwby fanfiction #team jnpr #team rwby #slight smut

[emu-lumberjack]

Don’t Answer the Phone Tired pt. 2

It’s the next day and Damian has gotten even less sleep, thankfully he’s not too tired after a some surprise news shocks him awake.

———————————-

Hey guys here’s the sequel everyone was super excited for. I really hope y'all like it, I definitely wrote it tired, but it should be coherent. 

Read part 1 here

Read part 3 here

Read part 4 here

Read part 5 here

He really needed coffee, especially after dealing with his brothers after they found out about Marinette. The youngest Wayne was up till four yelling at them to lay off, among more colorful terms, everyone time they called. He would’ve just ignored them but he knew that ignoring them would just wind up with him getting a surprise visit sooner than later. The fresh Parisian air felt good against his face as he stood on his balcony.

“Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down your hair!” Marinette's voice called from the street.

“Only if the prince is willing to protect me from my aggravating brothers!” He cracked a smile as he shouted back.

“Alas I cannot do that, but would my damsel take this as a reward?” She held up a purple travel mug and a bag filled with a croissant.

“I think I could take that deal. I’ll be down in a few minutes.” He ran inside to grab his bag and throw on some day clothes before meeting Marinette.

“Have I mentioned you’re the best girlfriend? Because you’re the best girlfriend.” Damian said walking up to Marinette.

“You could stand to mention it more.” The bluenette replied handing him his promised coffee and croissant. He gulped down the coffee barely taking a breath until Marinette laughed and said, “Slow down there, you won't have any time to savor any of it.”

“If you want to stay up late dealing with my brothers, please be my guest but if not,” He gestured with his cup, “I’m gonna drink as fast as I want to.” Marinette nodded to that.

“Was it that bad last night after you left?”

“By bad do you mean each one of was trying to call me every five minutes out of ‘concern’ for my health or to check to make sure I hadn’t kidnapped you.” Marinette laughed again. “Anyway if I didn’t talk to them at all they probably would’ve hopped on the first flight they could to see what’s going on.” They stopped at the light, when Damian turned to look at Marinette he noticed she was avoiding his gaze. “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about my brothers. Would you Angel?”

“Well, I might have gotten a text from Aurore to keep you away from school because three older guys had come and were asking around for you. One of them was half asleep and she couldn’t figure out how he was functional.”

Damian paled, after a moment he said “And why then are we going to school, I personally want to get as far away from them as possible.”

“She sent me a follow up saying to get there as fast as possible. Lila told her lie in front of the wrong person and, well I’ll show you the video.” Marinette handed her phone to Damian who hit play on the video that was up.

The forms of Grayson, Todd and Drake half asleep leaning on Jason. A voice came from off screen saying,

“Girl I can’t believe Tim’s not taking you to the Wayne Gala.” Alya, Damian thought. She was beginning to walk into frame with someone else. He knew who she was before she spoke.

“I know right. It’s just why would he invite someone else!” There in all her demonic glory stood Lila Rossi, not yet realising who she was walking next to.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but are you talking about Tim Drake? Adopted son of Bruce Wayne?” Grayson asked innocently. Damian knew that voice, it was the same one he used when he was going to demolish someone. “Well yeah. He’s her boyfriend, who are you anyway? Why do you care?” Alya was immediately there to be Lila’s guard dog.

“Well my name is Richard Grayson-Wayne. Tim’s brother and Bruce's son. I care because unless he’s as good at keeping secrets as Damian is, which he’s not, then he isn’t dating this girl.” Alya paled, the camera zoomed in on Lila’s face. She looked like she was about to be sick

“Huh? I heard my name.” Drake, who was in a rare moment of lucidness, looked at Dick.

“Are you pulling a Damian and secretly dating a girl in France?” Todd still Drake’s support was glaring at Lila.

“What?! Are you kidding me? No!” Drake looked like he was just hit with a cement slab.

“What are you talking about obviously you’re dating Lila! Stop Lying! I bet you're not even the real Tim Drake.” Alya was shouting now drawing crowds from around the courtyard. Drake looked at Grayson confused.

“She does realize that we can sue her if she’s really telling these types of lies right? Like she can’t be doing that.” Tim stood in front of Dick and turned his back to the paled liar and fuming reporter

“Oh leave Lila alone!” Alya came towards Drake and shoved him into Grayson.

“That does it.” Todd who had moved off to the side started walking towards the brunette rolling up his sleeves. Grayson and Todd recovered quickly, and moved to hold Todd back.

“We should get there before Todd kills them.” He said calmly before handing the phone back to Marinette. “Otherwise we won’t be able to take her down ourselves.”

“My thoughts exactly.”

In no time the duo were walking up the steps of Françoise Dupont where the sounds of shouts could be heard. The scene they entered was somehow more chaotic then the one Aurore had sent in the video. Todd was hanging upside down, the rope leading up around the handrails on the second floor then back down to a corner of the courtyard. Drake was on the bench snoring softly with his head almost touching the floor. Dick was on the phone, presumably with some lawyers. The entire bottom courtyard of the school was littered with papers and balloons were strewn about. Lila was nowhere to be seen.

“It looks like they’ve taken care of the situation, and they haven’t spotted us yet so I’m just gonna…” Damian began.

“There he is! Demonspawn, finally I thought you’d never get here.” Jason interrupted. He had spun around and caught sight of Damian and Marinette walking in. Dick turned around at the sound of Jason’s voice before saying “Yeah Duke I’ll have to call you back, but we need to sort this Lila stuff out.” He put his phone away before walking over to a corner of the building where he took out his knife and slashed a piece of rope. Jason came crashing down.

“A little warning next time Dick.” Jason said brushing off some dust that had settled on his tan leather jacket. Each one of them were dressed in their civilian clothing. Dick had on a pair of blue jeans with a grey t-shirt paired with some black sneakers. Jason was wearing his usual jeans, t-shirt, and leather jacket combo. Drake was in some weird form of pajama and day clothes mixing a graphic T-shirt and red flannel with grey sweatpants and slippers.

“Now I know that we have to be dreaming. Demonspawn is actually wearing a sweatshirt. I don’t even think Alfred could get him to do that.” Damian had run out once he heard Marinette’s voice that morning so he had just thrown on a pair of pants, a shirt and a sweatshirt barely thinking about it. He had become relaxed in Paris.

“What the hell are you guys doing here.” Damian’s face was quickly beginning to match a tomato in color and he was backing out of the entryway.

“Well obviously we had to come and see you, and meet your girlfriend.” Dick who had walked over to Marinette grabbed her hand and shook it. “My name’s Dick, the grumbling menace over there is Jason. The one currently passed out is Tim, nice to meet you, uh”

“Marinette.” She supplied. “I also have to thank you for taking care of a certain person, I’ve been trying to figure out how to get rid of her for a year.”

“Oh it was no problem at all, especially after she claimed she was dating Tim.” Damian quickly interrupted the two with a few well placed coughs. “I don’t mean to cut this short Grayson but we have to be getting to class.”

“Oh don’t worry. Bruce already called you out for the day, and Marinette I’m sure you can miss one day of school.” Jason said walking up behind Marinette.

“As much as I’d love to, I have two tests today. I’ll be happy to meet up with you afterwards though.” Damian’s eyes widened as the words sunk in and he realized what that meant for him.

“Please don’t leave me alone with them.” He looked at Marinette pleadingly.

“You’re gonna have to tell us how you got him to say please, it took Alfred a month to do that.” Jason remarked.

“Maybe another time, now I’ve gotta get to class.” She gave one look at Damian and there was laughter in her eyes.

“I hate you.” He said.

“No you don’t.” She called back, disappearing around the corner.

“So how bout we wake up Timmy and go get breakfast. I for one am famished.” Jason came up and put a hand on Damians shoulder.

“Ya know that doesn’t sound so bad Jason. Then Damian can tell us all about Paris, and the people he’s met.” Dick stood in front of Damians glare gleefully looking at Jason.

“I will kill you both and Father will never be able to find your bodies.”

“Yeah but then Marinette will be disappointed. For some reason she gives off the ‘thou shall not kill’ vibe.” Grayson said. “Now how are we gonna wake Tim up.”

“Oh I’ll  take care of it.” Damian said grabbing his Ice filled water bottle.

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[senterya]

It's been an absolute joy reading people's takes on the OC interview that has been floating around recently.

The idea of a Pale Rose interview (read: Fyarh and Nym dragging ex-courtier Reln into this) sounded so oddly entertaining that I wrote it for myself for fun but it turned out... surprisingly okay? So I'm gonna leave it here.

OC Interview: Pale Rose edition

(Draw (or use an old drawing, don’t worry!) or take a screen of your character in an interview setting and make them answer the following questions!)

1. Can you introduce yourself?

Fyarh: Sure. I’m Fyarh, founder and – formally – leader of Pale Rose. I’m also the head of the Dreamers’ division in our guild. (turns to the other two) And they are Nymeleia and Reln, head of the Soundless and Courtiers, respectively.

Nymeleia: (with a wide smile) Glad to be here!

Reln: (remains silent – just nods a little)

2. What is your gender identity, orientation, and relationship status?

Fyarh: (after a few seconds of thinking) I’m male, maybe prefer others who identify as that too? Didn’t think too much about it before.

Nymeleia: I’m looking both ways. I’m female and taken, you could say.

Reln: Why is this even– (exhales) ...I’m male, I don’t care what my partner identifies as. And my relationships are not for the public to chew on.

3. Where and when were you born?

Nymeleia: Back in the Grove, all of us. I awoke at Dawn and the boys are both Night blooms.

4. What is your weapon of choice and fighting style?

Fyarh: I’m best at stealth and surprise – daggers work just fine with that. If it’s an open confrontation, I prefer a light sword that doesn’t hinder my agility. But I’m trained and still training in hand-to-hand combat too.

Nymeleia: I was trained at the Vigil to be the shield, not the spearhead of the attack. I stay behind and make sure nothing hits that shouldn’t. I utilize shades and magic so technically I don’t need a weapon – a staff or scepter can help, though. I also carry a dagger on me, just in case.

Reln: I’m best with a bow. Two-handed sword if it comes to that. But whatever does the job, really.

5. Lastly, are you happy?

Fyarh: (smiles and glances at the others) I am. I’m on the path my Wyld Hunt laid out to me and I got great allies and friends that are with me every step I take. I’m truly grateful for that.

Nymeleia: (with a soft smile) I feel like I found my calling here. I’m working on a cause and with people that are amazing. I’m pretty happy with that, yes.

(both look over to Reln)

Reln: (after a few seconds of silence, with a cynical smile) Are we just supposed to say yes or no to that? Like happiness is that easy to define. (he glances to the side for a second.) But it’s been better here. Take that as a yes.

FAMILY AND FRIENDS

1. What’s your family like? What is your relationship with them?

Fyarh: The guild is the closest I have to a family in a sense you ask. I think? I’m on good terms with everyone – luckily, I mean... (he laughs a little nervously) ...it’s as it should be.

Nymeleia: I’m with Fyarh on this one. The sylvari in Rose are the closest people to me.

Reln: It really is pointless to ask sylvari about “family” – we’re all technically related, but are strangers at the same time.

Nymeleia: (with a smile she barely tries to hide) You are dodging the question.

Reln: I’m not dodging anything, I’m being reasonable. I have close friends, and allies – call that a family, if you want to.

2. Have you ever run away from home?

Nymeleia: We’re all sort of runaways, aren’t we? (she laughs) I’m Soundless, I left the Grove quite early, then joined the Vigil. Does that count?

Fyarh: It counts. But just so that you don’t feel left out. (Nymeleia gasps and mimics trying to kick him in the shin, they both laugh. Takes them a few more seconds to get back on track.)

Fyarh: I used to sneak away a lot when I was supposed to be in lectures. I loved discovering Caledon, I knew every corner of it so well when I was a sapling. Maybe I’d still remember if I walked around.

Reln (after everyone looks at him): ...I’m from the Court. I think that’s self-explanatory.

Fyarh: But didn’t you also wander away a lot?

Reln: You could say. I preferred being alone. Hunting was a good excuse.

3. Would you consider marriage or having children?

Fyarh: In the far future, maybe? I’m still very young though, and my hands are full with my guild and my Hunt. It’s definitely not something I think about a lot.

Nymeleia: Marriage sounds cute – I like the idea of honoring commitment with a little ceremony.

Reln: Neither of those seems to be for me.

Nymeleia: (quietly) Ah, my heart.

(Reln glances at her, but doesn’t respond.)

4. Do you secretly hate one of your friends?

Fyarh and Nymeleia: No...?

Reln: (slightly annoyed) Is it even a friend if you hate them? Next question.

5. Which friend knows everything about you?

Fyarh: Maybe Daleien? We've known each other for the longest, and he was with me through thick and thin. Nowadays I share a lot with Nym and Reln too. I used to be very secretive about myself but I’m working on it.

Nymeleia: We chat and gossip a lot with Dia – she’s another Soundless from the guild. She’s lovely and so supportive, I’m really glad I have her.

Reln: I’m not the one to share everything about myself. But my second-in-command knows the most.

Nymeleia: Oh don’t listen to him. He and Lavan technically read each other’s minds – no words, just half a gesture, and they know all they need to know.

ASKED BY FANS

1. Are you literate? Have you been to school?

Fyarh: I’m literate, and I’ve been mentored as much – well, maybe a little less – than any other sylvari.

Nymeleia: I actually struggled with reading and writing for a while – I could, just not well, as I never really had to. Paperwork has been a nightmare for the first months in Rose, but by now I got the hang of it. I’ve been reading a lot of novels recently, too.

Reln: I’m literate, and was mentored like all other saplings. The latter didn’t reach its purpose, though.

2. The eeriest prediction you made that later came true?

(They all look at each other, but neither of them seems to have an answer or anything they’d be willing to share.)

3. What is something you were embarrassingly late to realize?

Fyarh: Oh. I somehow never really talked about my Wyld Hunt in.... sufficient detail to my mentors? Not before the Wardens arrested me for hiding thorn pups in a forsaken outpost. It was a real journey talking my way out from there. One of the most embarrassingly funny things that happened to me, in retrospect.

Nymeleia: I was always too caught upon not handling the concept of pain, and death, very well. I don’t regret working on it and toughening up, I just wish I had realized sooner that I should hone my strengths instead of desperately trying to “correct” what I perceive as a weakness.

Reln: ...I guess I haven’t realized soon enough what real understanding means. (he seems mildly uncomfortable by the question, and does not elaborate)

4. Do you have mental health or physical issues?

Fyarh: Fighting takes a toll on everyone, I’d say. But nothing other than that.

Nymeleia: (nodding along – her eyes wander off to the distance)

Reln: A few scars here and there. Had a lot to deal with after coming back from the heart of the jungle, but I have worked through most of those by now.

5. What is your current main goal?

Fyarh: I’m dedicating all my time to the guild. It’s been coming along so much better than what I prepared myself for, and I’m not about to waste the opportunity.

Nymeleia: I’m not satisfied with my level of skills on the field yet – I’m spending as much time on training as I can, next to Rose. There are some other necromancers in the guild with who we share our knowledge, and I have gotten some general good advice and lectures from Firstborn Trahearne himself. It’s crazy how far Fyarh’s connections go.

Reln: I’m busy training and supervising my own division. Most of us are reliable and trusting, but there are and will always be a few loose cannons I need to keep an eye out for.

CHOICES

1. Drink or food?

Fyarh: A drink, maybe? I tend to forget to eat. It’s getting on Nym’s nerves at times.

Nymeleia: Ah don’t even mention it. I’m picking food – nothing tops a good, warm meal after a long day.

Reln: Food, if I have to pick.

2. Cats or dogs?

Fyarh: I love cats. I wouldn't mind adopting one, but I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to take good care of them.

Nymeleia: Can we pick both, maybe?

Reln: (glancing at the thorn wolf lying next to him) I’m more of a dog person. But cats are good too.

3. Early bird or night owl?

Fyarh: I’m a night owl. Waking up with the rest of the guild at early hours is a nightmare for me. I tend to oversleep so much, it’s almost comical.

Nymeleia: That’s not a problem for me though. I’m up before everyone else. And so is Reln.

Reln: (nodding)

4. Optimist or pessimist?

Fyarh: Optimist.

Nymeleia: Same, some will even say naive for sure.

Reln: Middle ground. I’m more of a realist than any of the two.

5. Sassy or sarcastic?

Fyarh: Maybe... sassy? With close friends. I don’t feel like either most of the time, honestly.

Nymeleia: Would you say I’m more sassy or sarcastic?

Reln: (to her) Is that really a question?

Nymeleia: Oh entertain me.

Reln: (gestures towards her; she laughs)

HAVE YOU EVER

1. Been caught sneaking out?

Fyarh: Once, when I was sneaking out of a Court camp with two stolen thorn pups. Barely got away. Didn’t dare to show myself around there for a while.

Nymeleia: Several times. Did a lot of bathroom cleaning in the Vigil for it too.

Reln: If I was, I doubt I would be here today.

2. Broken a bone?

Fyarh: Miraculously, no. I don’t even know myself how’s that possible.

Nymeleia: My left arm. Open wound, too – wasn’t a good experience.

Reln: Nothing that a field medic couldn’t fix.

3. Received flowers?

Fyarh: If you mean it like, in a romantic way? No, not yet.

Nymeleia: I received a few, but in my experience Vigil soldiers are more of the blunt than the romantic type.

Reln: No.

Nymeleia: How dare you. I gave you potted herbs a while ago!

Fyarh: (leaning forward) Potted herbs?

Nymeleia: It’s because he takes his food back to his room all the time. And then he complains about the seasoning. Go figure!

4. Ghosted someone?

Fyarh: I did... use to run away from confrontations a lot. But people say I’ve gotten better with that too.

Nymeleia: I prefer to just tell people if I’m not interested in talking to them. As kindly as possible, of course. But I think it’s ruder to leave them hanging.

Reln: I did leave from places – the Grove, the Court – suddenly, but then again, I didn’t have many connections to either in the first place.

5. Pretended to laugh at a joke you didn’t get?

Fyarh: That happens. Easier than trying to go back to it and figure it out, takes away the flow of the conversation.

Nymeleia: Everyone does that from time to time, no?

Reln: I don’t. If someone’s not funny enough, that’s not my problem.

#oc interview #pale rose recon #fyarh #nymeleia #reln #gw2

[heavcnslyre]

ricky bowen x reader second series!! part five

— (continuation) starstruck au!

first series | series masterlist, part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven, part eight, part nine, part ten

IN WHICH your parents give you some bad news and you and gina talk about what you’ll do after graduation.

WARNINGS swearing

NOTES i’m so sorry for the late and lowkey sucky update i’ve been SO unmotivated lately help skjdbjd idk i hope u enjoy! also yes i was watching hamilton when i wrote some of this. i kinda hate this chapter but it’s fine also you are a senior idk if i’ve ever said otherwise in other chapters but i’m too lazy to check so :D

text dividers from @writeyourmindaway !!

lowercase intended.

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“hey (y/n)?” your mom called upstairs to you. “can you come down here a minute?”

you came down the stairs to find your mom and dad sitting together in the living room. camilla came into the room from the kitchen, and the two of you sat on a couch across from your parents. “what’s up?” you asked.

“we have some bad news about this summer,” your mom started. your heart skipped a beat. you had a feeling you knew what they were gonna say.

“grandma’s boyfriend, kevin, is sick,” she explained. “and he’s not likely to get better before we go, so it wouldn’t be a good idea for us to stay with them.”

your eyes widened. “is he okay?”

“we don’t know, but it’s looking pretty good now,” your mom said gently. “but us potentially exposing him to germs could make him extra sick.”

“couldn’t we just stay somewhere else?” camill suggested.

your mom shook her head. “your dad and i decided it wasn’t worth it, to go and not be able to spend time with grandma. i’m sorry, i know you were both looking forward to it.”

you sighed and rubbed your eyes. you and ricky had already made plans for what you would do when you were in california, and you weren’t sure how you would break the news to him that you wouldn’t be coming. now, you weren’t sure the next time you’d be able to see him in general.

as if on command, as you were thinking about him, your phone buzzed with a text from ricky, asking if you could facetime soon. you texted and said you’d call him asap.

“are you okay with this?” your mom asked you. “i know you were looking forward to seeing ricky.”

“it’s fine,” you said. “i wouldn’t want anything to happen to kevin. and we’ll go back at some point.”

“exactly,” your mom smiled at you. “i’m glad you understand.”

you excused yourself up to your room and facetimed ricky. he answered almost immediately with a grin on his face. “hi love!”

“hey,” you said. “you actually texted at a good time. i have to talk to you.”

ricky hummed. “everything okay?”

“yeah. it’s just...” you sighed. “my parents told me that my grandmas boyfriend is sick.”

“oh, god. that’s awful,” ricky said genuinely. you nodded.

“yeah. and because of that, they said we aren’t going to be able to go to california over the summer.”

ricky’s expression dropped and he didn’t respond for a moment. “but... why not? couldn’t you just stay somewhere else? you could stay with me!”

“i asked, but my mom said she didn’t see a point in going if we couldn’t see my grandma. i’m sorry, ricky. i wish there was a way we could still go but i don’t know how to convince my parents in a way that still keeps kevin safe,” you said. ricky nodded and gave you a weak smile.

“i hate that we can’t see each other,” he started. “but i understand. it’s a tough situation and... i hope kevin gets better quick.”

“me too,” you said.

ricky sighed. “hey, i actually think i’m gonna go now. red’s been bugging me to watch this movie with him all day so...”

“yeah, absolutely,” you said. ricky was obviously upset, and if he wanted to be alone you understood. “hey, i love you.”

“i love you too,” he said. “i’ll text you.”

“okay,” you said. he ended the call and you set your phone on your bed and rubbed your face in frustration. the last thing you wanted to do was disappoint ricky, but there was nothing you could do. you just hoped that you’d find a way to see each other sooner rather than later.

returning to school after common sense dropped was odd. everyone knew who you were now and you were stared at in the halls— but no one actually approached you. you were secretly glad about this; as public as your relationship was, you didn’t want to answer whatever questions about it that someone may ask.

everyone was leaving you alone until lunch. you sat at your table with gina and a few other of your friends when a girl approached you.

“hey, you’re the girl dating ricky bowen, right?” she asked.

you nodded awkwardly. “yeah.”

“oh,” she looked you up and down and you shifted in your seat uncomfortably. “is there anyway you could get him to follow me on twitter or something? or get me tickets to his shows?”

“um... no,” you said. gina was holding back laughter. “i don’t even know you and he’s not someone i can just control and get stuff from. sorry.”

the girl looked deeply offended. “fine. bitch.”

gina burst out laughing and the girl left, her face red. you gave gina an amused look and she shook her head.

“oh my god (y/n), that’s what you’re going to be dealing with for the rest of your life,” she said once she stopped laughing. “a public high school and dating someone famous? not a good mixture.”

“yeah, don’t i know,” you laughed. “good thing we are graduating this year, huh.”

“crazy,” gina said. “can’t believe we only have a few months of school left.”

“i know,” you said. “what are your plans after graduation?”

“i’m not completely sure, but i’d love to do something in the arts,” she said. “might end up doing a year abroad for the experience.”

“you’d be a great actress. or singer. or dancer,” you said. “you’d be pretty great at anything, really.”

she laughed. “thank you. what are your plans?”

“i guess i’m not completely sure yet,” you said. “working in film has always sounded appealing. but i don’t know.”

“you still have time,” she said. “you don’t have to start right after we graduate. lots of people take gap years.”

“you’re right,” you said. “i guess i have some thinking to do.”

#ricky bowen starstruck au #joshua bassett #high school musical the musical the series #hsmtmts #olivia rodrigo #ashlyn caswell #bowen #ricky #ricky bowen x reader #drivers license #hsm the series #ricky bowen #ricky bowen headcanons #ricky bowen one shots #hsmtmts fanfic #hsm the musical

[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

What a Time to be Alive - Diego Hargreeves x reader

Chapter 6- A Light Supper

Summary: Finally reunited with the rest of the Hargreeves siblings, Five attempted to hold a family meeting. One that you wouldn’t consider to have gone fantastically. Now you must be in the same room as Sir Reginald Hargreeves, the man you’ve deeply hated for as long as you can remember.

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You stand on the other end of the coffee table with your arms folded, and your brows furrowed, a sign that you’re deep in thought. Diego stands at the opposite end, putting on his orange shirt. Vanya lounged on the couch to your right and Luther sitting in a chair to your left. Reading over Reginald’s letter again, while he eats.

“Diego, this is a set up.” Luther states, mouth full of scrambled eggs.

“Maybe. But we should go anyway.” Replies Diego, tucking in his shirt.

“Says the guy who’s already been stabbed once this week.” You deadpan, looking up at him with a frown, a disguise as you secretly check him out.

“Oh, don’t worry, me and him are gonna have words.” He says sure of himself.

Luther gives you a quizzical look, you simply roll your eyes and shake your head at him, defeated on the topic of convincing Diego otherwise. He turns to Vanya. “Would you tell him that he’s nuts.” 

“I think we should go.” She says. Unfortunately that’s not what you’d like to hear.

“See.” Diego adds, glad that at least one of you can agree with him. Since he’s gotten nothing from either, you or Luther.

“Vanya, of all people, you should hate Dad the most.” Luther tells her shocked and mildly concerned for her mental state.

“Come on, can he really be that bad?” She questions, not believing Luther.

Deciding it’s time to help her see the light, you cut in, “Okay, let me think. Oh, right! He isolated you from the rest of the family. Kept you hopped up on pills. And he brainwashed you into thinking you had no powers.” Observing her now conflicted face, you can only hope that this will sway her thinking, as she sits there taking in what you just said.

“Jesus, this guy..” She says looking down.

“Yeah.” Luther states, agreeing further.

She then gets a surge of confidence, much to your dismay. “I mean, come on, I have to meet him.” She exclaims, excitedly.

Diego glances at you, grinning. You snap back, “You already know how this is gonna go. Daddy’s gonna play his little mind games on you guys.” You say tapping your head for emphasis. “Get into your heads, turning everyone against each other. You watch, I’ve seen it before.” You explain, trying to get him to understand your concerns.

“Y/N, babe we’re not 12 anymore. Alright? We’re grown-ass men. And women.” Diego says confidently, looking to each of you.

He walks over to you slowly, you eye him up while you continue to stand with your arms folded in a defensive stance as he gently pulls your arms from they’re previously folded arrangement. Softly holding you while looking into your eyes. “Hey. We can handle him. Wanna know what’s different this time?” Assuredly he tells you with a kind smile, as you look into his big brown eyes that want you so badly to believe him.

Rolling your eyes, you nod giving him the tiniest of smiles. “Enlighten me, then.” 

“You got me.” He smiles down at you, giving you a reassuring squeeze. You bite the inside of your cheek to prevent you from breaking out into a large grin due to how frustratingly charming he’s being right now.

He releases you, turning back to Luther and Vanya. “We go in there as a united front. No more “number one”, “number two” bullshit.” He says confidently, walking over and sitting next to Vanya on the couch. “From now on it’s..” he stops to think for a second. “Team Zero.”

“Team Zero?” Questions Luther, thinking it over. You look up to the ceiling at how dumb this all sounds, but it’s Diego so you know sooner or later you’re gonna have to face Reginald. You bring your gaze back down to Diego as you let out a feeble sigh.

“Team Zero.” Diego says, brimming with excitement. He looks to each of you, expectantly waiting for your reactions. Happily reaching out to fist pump Vanya and Luther when he sees their smiling but slightly apprehensive faces. Not getting anything from either of them, he turns to you. Not wanting to leave him hanging, you silently raise your own fist in the air. Pushing it forward slightly, while giving him an awkward smile. “Yeah, go Team Zero. Whoo.” You say, highly lacking the amount of passion Diego’s voice had.

Giving in to your lack luster mid-air fist pump, he gets up off the couch. “That’s right baby, Team Zero.” He announces joyfully. Much to your amused doubt, dabbled with the smallest crumb of annoyance.

——

Finally, at long last the four of you reach the Southland Life building. You begrudgingly walk through it’s glass doors, Vanya, Luther, and Diego practically pushing you forward. Diego reaches for your hand, grasping it gently as he looks down at you with a confident smile, masking his true nervousness bubbling underneath. Although you’re not entirely sure if it’s to comfort you, him, or to keep you from booking it back to Elliot’s. When he looks away you frown, you know how uneasy he truly feels, even if he doesn’t physically show it. He gently pulls you forward as the three of you begin walking up the steps, hand still intertwined with Diego’s, you catch the familiar scent of Five. He seems nervous.

On your way to the elevator you spot Five about to walk in, as the doors begin to close you break away from Diego’s grasp to swiftly grab the metal doors, keeping them from closing. You wink at Five, who looks very surprised to see you, of all people. Pushing the door open further you walk in, Diego behind you. Suddenly, Allison, Klaus, Vanya, and Luther squeeze their way inside.

You stand in the middle back. Luther in directly in front of you, Diego and Vanya to your left. With Klaus, Allison, and Five to your right. All packed in like a bunch of canned sardines. “Good. We’re all here.” Five says smiling, astonished that everyone actually showed up.

Not even ten seconds into your awkward elevator ride up to meet Sir Reginald. You catch the disgusting scent of Luther who just tooted out a nervous fart, and your dumbass decided to stand right behind him. Today just keeps getting better and better. 

“Sorry. It happens when I get nervous.” Says an embarrassed Luther while Diego holds in a laugh as he looks over to you who’s covering your nose with the arm of your sleeve. You just close your eyes, opening them again to give him a why-did-I-agree-to-do-this type look.

You hear a ding as the elevator doors open, everyone getting out one by one, stepping out yourself you take a good look around. Everything oddly decorated like a tiki bar. “All right, when Dad gets here, I’ll do the talking, okay?” Says Five, already not trusting anything his siblings or you might blurt out later on. Do you even know us?

“Got a few questions for him myself.” Diego adds.

“Hey, we don’t wanna scare him off.” Jabs Five, trying to keep things civil. “He might be able to help us stop doomsday, get us home.”

“No, we need to figure out why he’s planning to kill the president.” Says Diego, who’s still on about the whole dad and JFK thing.

“This is a matter of life and death, you imbecile.” Quips Five, done with Diego’s nonsense yet again.

“Okay, Yeah, maybe we should take turns talking. Yeah?” Vanya adds, turning to her left to pick up a conch shell from a nearby table. “Here, whoever has got this conch shell gets to talk.”

“That’s adorable.” You deadpan sarcastically, keeping yourself from bursting out with laughter at the absurd suggestion she just made. You don’t mean to be such as ass, but you’re already irritated with the fact that you’re about to meet someone you’d hoped would stay dead forever.

“Vanya, we don’t have time for a debate, okay.” Five says sternly, wanting to get this whole ordeal over with.

Walking down the short line of steps leading to the rest of you, Allison reaches out for the conch shell, “Maybe I should lead. We all know I’m a better public speaker than the rest of you.” She states confidently.

“Okay, Daddy’s girl.” Diego digs at her, trying to push her buttons.

“Oh, jealous, Number Two?” She snaps back, mockingly.

“Hey, no more numbers. No more bullshit. We’re Team Zero.” He says calmly with a serous expression on his handsome face. “We’re all Team Zero.”

“Um Diego.” You say, catching his attention as you smirk at him. “You don’t have the conch.” You add with a teasing tilt of your head.

He flashes you a fake smile before turning to Allison, taking the conch out of her hand and chucking it aggressively across the room. You listen to the loud shattering of the shell, amused by Diego’s impulsive actions. Then the sound of a door being swung open fills your ears, gaining everyone’s attention, and promptly dropping the smile that was just painted onto your humored face.

You look to your left, already knowing who it is before your eyes hit them. Sir Reginald Hargreeves. How marvelous. He briskly walks in, carrying his papers and an attitude that means business as the atmosphere of the room suddenly takes a dip. You sweep your eyes across everyone’s faces, wanting to see their reactions. They all show their own form of shock, surprise, nervousness, and anxiety. You just feel agitated.

Remembering back to earlier times, he was never a welcoming or kind person. He would always send you into the thick of the fight, knowing you were immortal, so therefore you’d be fine getting injured. “Listen well number eight, the law will appreciate your bravery and sacrifice, while the scum of the earth will grow to fear you.” He would tell you. Usually after a violent mission while you sat in the infirmary getting shrapnel pulled out of your arm. Grace trying her best to take it out quickly, while you did your best to hold back your tears. Reginald would look on, fascinated by how your flesh would immediately fuse back together once the debris was removed. He would also perform tests on you, taking samples here and there. Trying to figure out how your gift could be made into a serum, that could then be used to heal people. It failed, and all you got out of it was tears, trauma, and missed donut nights with your friends.

So yeah, you hate Sir Reginald with a burning passion, but you love Diego too much to leave him face-to-face with his Dad alone. The things you do for love. Let’s get this shit over with, you think, while pulling out your chair to sit down. Five, Diego, and Klaus in chairs to your right, in that order. Allison, Vanya, and Luther to your left. With Reggie, sitting opposite to you, from across the brightly colored table.

He sits down with a hard look on his features, looking around the table at the seven of you. “Not only have you burglarized my lab, set my chimp loose, conned your way into a Mexican consulate, repeatedly stalked and attacked me, but you have, on numerous occasions, called me..” he pauses for a moment, as Klaus sits down drink in hand, and ironically enough calling him Pops in the moment. “Dad.” Sir Reginald ends with. Looking at everyone confused, he continues, “My reconnaissance tells me you’re not CIA. Not KGB, and certainly not MI5, so..” he pauses again, clasping his hands together. “Who are you?”

Everyone looks around waiting for each other to say something, not sure how to start this. Suddenly Five speaks up, “We’re your children. We’re from the future. In 1989, you adopted us all, minus Y/N, she came later, and trained us to fight against the end of the world.”

An awkward silence fills the room, as Sir Reginald starts to process Five’s hard-to-believe informational dump. Klaus sips his glass of whatever. “Called us the Umbrella Academy.” Five says, Klaus raising his glass in salute.

“Why on earth would I take into my home seven..” suddenly he’s cut off by Allison who adds “Eight.” Everyone turns to her. “One of us isn’t here.” 

“Dead.” Diego joins in dismally. “One of us is dead.”

You look past Reginald’s shoulder, at a chair in the middle of him and Klaus, but behind them. Your ears prick up, hearing a hushed muffled sound, knowing Ben is in the room. Turning around a second later Klaus starts talking to that exact spot. Earning a rightfully perplexed look from Sir Reginald.

“Regardless. What would possess me to take in, eight ill-mannered malcontents?” He questions, his frustration and confusion growing by the minute.

“We all have special abilities.” Assuredly adds Five like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

“Special? In what sense?” Sir Reginald doubts, in that quick and to the point voice of his.

“In the superpower sense.” Replies Luther truthfully.

“Call me old-fashioned, but I’m a stickler for a pesky little thing called evidence.” He sits back slightly, giving everyone a questionable look. “Show me.” He promptly adds, doubtful until proven otherwise.

Here we go time to get this circus moving, you think honestly a bit amused, expecting nothing less from a man like him. “Everybody wants to see powers all of a sudden.” Allison scoffs, holding up her drink and taking a sip.

“We’re not circus animals.” Growls Luther, defensively. “We’re not gonna bounce balls on our noses and clap our hands like seals for your amusement.” Luther says, tired of Reginald’s questions and doubt.

Diego throws his arm up, a flash of silver flying in the air, only for the knife to stop mid-flight where it abruptly turns, shifting direction and darting past Reginald’s face, inches from his wrinkled skin. So close. He then picks up his pen, beginning to write something down in his notes. “What are you writing?” Diego asks leaning in to try and see what’s on the paper.

“You are zero for two, young man.” Replies Reginald bluntly.

You roll your eyes as Allison snorts, Diego jumping to get up as Five teleports directly in front of him. Holding him physically back so Diego won’t end up doing anything stupid.

“Now that...is interesting.” Reginald states, curiously surprised while studying Five for a moment.

Walking around Diego, Five begins pointing to Luther, “All right, uh, quick rundown. Luther: super strength. Klaus can commune with the dead. Allison can rumor anyone to do anything.”

“Except she never uses it.” Diego adds rudely while sitting back down again, annoyed and frustrated at how things are going for him.

Allison gives him an irked smile, turning to face him, “I heard a rumor...you punched yourself in the face.” She ends with, smiling at him as his eyes go white.

Without another thought, he does just that, nailing himself hard in the nose. You burst out with a loud laugh, as Diego yelps in pain. Reginald tenses for only a fraction of a second, not expecting such a show.

Allison, satisfied with herself, sips her drink loudly looking over at a distressed Diego who luckily didn’t just hear you laughing at him. You look at Reginald, waiting for him to ask about your powers. He turns to Vanya instead, much to your relief for the time being. “And you?” He questions.

“Uh, maybe we don’t take Vanya for a test run.” Luther smiles nervously, patting her shoulder in a friendly manner.

“Oh, yeah, that’s probably not a good idea.” Adds Klaus, half drunkingly.

Vanya speaks up looking to all of you with a small smile, “It’s fine. I can handle it.” She says, reaching out for a glass and a spoon.

“Handle it?” Points Allision, weary of how things could turn out. “Last time you handled it, you definitely blew up the moon.”

Swaying her spoon backwards, readying for an impact, she smiles as everyone anxiously issues her to stop. Knowing exactly what’s about to happen next, you casually hold up a plate in front of your face. While plugging one ear, you hear an awful high pitched ringing sound, then right on cue. The previously, nicely arranged, decorated fruit basket, explodes. Sending chunks of pineapple, apples, bananas, mango's, and whatever else was in there. Directly into your friends faces, and clothing alike.

“This is my favorite shirt. Wow.” Whines Klaus, flicking pieces of watermelon off of him and onto the floor.

“Oops.” Vanya says quietly, smiling shyly to herself once again.

“Impressive.” You say, grinning at her.

“Very well.” Says Reginald, cleaning small hunks of fruit off his monocle. Taking only a couple of seconds, he looks up, focusing his curious gaze onto your fearless one. “And what is the nature of your power?” He asks you. I wish it was to blow your fucking head off, you think bitterly.

Giving him your best fake half-smile, you nod at his question, “My senses are all acutely heightened, and I’m immortal. A slight exception being, that I do in fact age.” You tell Reginald bluntly, waiting for him to ask you to prove it.

“Well, show us then.” He states, expectantly awaiting what you’re about to do next.

Sighing, you turn to Diego, “Knife.” Obliging to your request, he quickly pulls out his knife, throwing it away from you. It darts towards the opposite wall, before it turns coarse, swishing through the air and making a beeline for the back of your head. Listening for the close ring of the blade cutting through the air, time seems to slow down for you, as you turn yourself to the left. Reaching your arm up with lighting speed, you catch the knife in your hand without looking. Trusting in your instincts and quick reaction time. You look at everyone’s faces, each of them staring with their mouths open slightly, visibly impressed with your display of your gift. Reginald included. But you can tell by the furrowing of his brows that he’s not convinced yet.

Taking the knife in your right hand, you lay your left one onto the table, ignoring your friends grimaces, all of them already knowing where this is going. Suddenly you stab yourself through the palm of your hand. Holding in a scream, you frown, keeping your pain inside. You then lift up your currently impaled left hand, showing it off to the rest of the room. As it starts dripping blood, you twist. Further destroying the already broken muscles, tendons, and bones, making it bleed more. You finally pull it out, some wet droplets falling onto the orange tablecloth. Instantly your knife wound begins to heal, the injured flesh fusing together once again, leaving nothing but a small blood smear. The pain dissipating away, like nothing ever happened.

“Incredible, absolutely incredible.” Says a wide eyed Reginald, flabbergasted at the intense performance you just showed everyone. Looking away from him for a second, you turn your attention on Diego. Who looks at you troubled, hurt that you had to mutilate your own hand to prove your power. You give him a small reassuring smile, wordlessly telling him you’re fine.

He flashes a small one of his own, before he turns to Reginald, getting back down to business, or in other words, the real reason why he’s here. JFK.

“Look, we know that you’re involved in a plot to assassinate the president.” He says standing up and leaning his hands against the table. You glance at Five who looks done with Diego’s accusations.

“You were recently hospitalized, isn’t that correct?” Reginald states unyielding, of course he would know that, the hold shit does do his research. “You still appear to be suffering from delusions of grandeur and acute paranoia.” He says, you knowing he doesn’t truly know shit about Diego. Slowly your anger rises.

“Am I ?” Diego replies, while pulling out the photograph of Sir Reginald Hargreeves with his infamous umbrella, standing in the sunlight on the grassy knoll. He looks at it confused. “That’s you. That’s two days from now on the grassy knoll at the exact spot the president’s gonna get shot.” He adds, confident in his allegations.

Reginald picks up the photograph of himself, eyeing it closely, thinking hard, “Well, I suppose you’ve solved it.” He says humored by the evidence. Speaking louder now, on the verge of a mocking tone, he continues, “You single-handedly unearthed my nefarious plot. Is that what you wanted to hear? You fancy yourself a do-gooder? The last good man who will save us from our descent into corruption and conspiracy?” He jabs at Diego, advancing with more hurtful words. “This is a fantastic delusion. The sad reality is that you’re a desperate man, tragically unaware of your own insignificance, desperately clinging to his own ineffectual reasoning.” Diego cowers back, beginning to lower himself deeper into his chair. Your own rage begins to awaken as your jaw clenches, no one talks to Diego like that, especially Reginald. But he’s not done, “More succinctly, a man in over his head.” He states, finally ending his little tirade. Your about to lash out at him with your own choice words, before Diego starts to speak, shuddering a bit, “You’re wr...wrong.” A single tear streams down his face, your heart shatters. A new fury taking over you.

Pounding the table in one aggressive thud, you stare daggers at Reginald, who flinches for a moment, caught off guard by your abrupt outburst. Sneering at him in disgust you begin, “You know nothing of what amazing things he’s done, how many lives he’s actually affected for the better, lives that would have ended if not for him. I for one, refuse to sit back and listen to a man who’s never felt an inch of remorse in his life. A man who manipulates, traumatizes, and kills the spirit of anyone within an eight foot radius of him. You know nothing of true sacrifice, or what the cost of it is to save the ones you love. And to live your life satisfied with how you treat the ones around you, is worse then any death I’ve ever received.” You end, your words lingering in the air. Short and to the point, mostly calling out his future, now your past events. But it still felt good to let it out.

Everyone sits back in silence, quietly applauding you for standing up to Sir Reginald. When no one else would dare. You look over to Diego, who looks like the most proudest person alive. If he wasn’t so dejected from the cruel words his father just handed him, Diego would be beaming.

Taking this moment of quiet, Five speaks up, “We have a catastrophic war coming in five days. We need to figure out how to stop it.” He pleads, doing his best to explain things quickly.

“War? Men will always be at war with each other.” Reginald replies, not getting the point.

“No, this isn’t just some war. I’m talking about a doomsday. The end of the world.” Five says, a serious and urgent expression on his face.

“Well, you’re the special ones, aren’t you? Why don’t you band together and do something about it?” Reginald exclaims. Everyone staring on dumbfounded that he didn’t just drop any type of positive information that could help the apocalypse situation. You lean back in your seat, unsurprised.

Without warning you here a whispered yell, a second later Klaus raises his arms in the air shaking oddly in his seat. Grunting in a pained way. All of you look on in bewilderment, deeply perplexed by his sudden behavior.

“Is he having a seizure?” Questions Allison.

“Overdosing probably.” Diego says joylessly, staring at the table.

“Should we do something?” Wonders Luther, to no one in particular.

Five leans in, whisper yelling at Klaus, “Klaus. Now is not the time. What are you doing?” He asks frustrated and slightly embarrassed at his brothers random disruption.

“Out with it, boy.” Reginald beckons, interested in what he has to say.

Gasping, arms still raised he raggedly yells out, “Be..n.” Before falling to the floor in a dramatic slump. You cock your head to the side, a conflicted expression on your features. Did you just hear what you thought you did? No way. It couldn’t have been? But there’s no denying it, when Klaus opened his mouth all you heard was...Ben’s voice. Jeesh, you swear you learn something new about your powers every couple years or so. Alright, you can’t hear the dead very well when they’re around Klaus. But you can hear them when they apparently posses him. Weird but okay. Damn, you really are like a vampire or some shit. No, you’re never ever telling Klaus that, or anyone else. Klaus already thinks you secretly are one.

“Well, thank you for coming.” Says Reginald suddenly as he quickly stands up, holding onto his notebook tightly, he adds, “I’ve seen about enough.” And just like that he turns to leave.

“No, uh.” Luther starts, suddenly standing up, he rips his shirt off, boldly flashing everyone his grotesque ape-like torso for all to see. “Look at what you did to me. Look at it.” He loudly yells wide-eyed.

“Jesus, Luther.” You mutter, while making a face that practically say please-don’t-I-did-not-sign-up-for-this.

“Oh, shit. Why?” Five says, trying his best to look away. Everyone else looks on, noticeably shocked and a bit disturbed, well mostly Vanya and Reginald. The only two that didn’t know Luther was, well, like that.

Averting his gaze off of Luther, Sir Reginald turns to Five, “You in the culottes. A word, privately.” He says pointing to some doors leading to another room.

——

Standing in the back left corner of the elevator, you’re left in a bad mood as you try to ignore the malodorous scent coming from a sweaty and tired Klaus. “Well, that went as well as any Hargreeves family function.” Allison says, stating the obvious.

“I walked in expecting shit and that’s exactly what I got. So at least I wasn’t disappointed there.” You mutter, giving them one of your sour attempts at a joke.

“I feel so violated.” Klaus says shakily from his spot on the floor below you. “I need a herbal bath. You had no right to posses me.” He whines at nothing. You know it’s Ben, the tell tail whispered static enough to give him away.

“Congratulations.” Allison smiles, turning to Luther.

“For what?” He wonders, unsure of himself.

“I think that’s the first time you’ve ever stood up to Dad.” Allison says excitedly, turning back around, Luther left with a proud smile on his face.

“Are you okay?” Quietly, Vanya asks Diego, feeling bad for not speaking up for him earlier.

“Hmm. So much for having my back in there. Team Zero, my ass.” He grumbles sadly. Turning his head briefly to you in an act of acknowledgment, he adds softly, “But uh, thanks Y/N...I love you.” He says whispering the last part. Not knowing how else to tell you his gratitude without breaking down.

You smile giving him a breathy laugh, “I’m your ride or die. You’d do it for me.” He smiles at that, leaning is arm tiredly against the elevator door.

——

Walking outside, you and Diego spot Grace waiting inside her car. He talks to her for a couple seconds before giving her the suspicious photograph of him on the grassy knoll. She says he’s mistaken, but you can see the way she frowns conflicted by this accusation. Done with everything for the night, you walk away, Diego hastily catching up with you. Time to go to bed, you think.

——

You slowly trudge up the stairs to Elliot’s place. Ready to jump into bed, when you abruptly smell the iron scent of blood from your spot outside his apartment door. Huh, that’s definitely not normal.

“Something’s wrong.” You blurt out, right before Diego goes to unlock the door. He freezes for a second, turning to you. “What is it?”

“I smell blood. Open the door.” You tell him.

Compliant with your recent statement, Diego nods, turning to unlock the door.

The three of you walk inside, wary of your surroundings. You don’t hear anything. Then you spot the tiny red pools laying motionless on the wooden floor. “Look.” You tell them, pointing to the blood.

“Shit.” Luther says, after reaching down to touch it, checking for himself that it is in fact, blood.

Diego looks around the kitchen, “Elliot!” He yells out.

Catching a sour whiff of something dead, you look up to spot Elliot, presumably deceased, sitting in one of the dentist chairs. Slowly walking up to him with Luther at your side. The both of you look down at the carnage.

“Diego!” Luther calls out for his brothers attention, Diego answers, walking into the room.

The three of you now looking at Elliot with grossed out faces. You turn away, the smell too much. Luther doing the same.

“Holy shit.” Diego says, astonished by the writing on the tiled floor below them.

You quickly walk over catching sight of the words written out in blood.

ÖGA FÖR ÖGA

#the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy x reader #the umbrella academy x you #the umbrella academy imagine #diego hargreeves imagine #diego hargreeves x you #diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves #number two #falcor the luck dragon stories #what a time to be alive fic

[malachari-writes]

cooking w/ saiouma (kokichi x shuichi)

[ari <3]

kirumi has gotten sick, meaning someone else has to cook dinner tonight. thankfully, monokuma paired up the two boys that lowkey highkey have a crush on each other. also spaghetti

cw ; food, cooking, and swearing

~3,700 words

not edited

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”and since tojo has fallen ill…,” the robotic bear sneered towards the class.

kokichi’s typical smirk was not across his face, and rather he looked more… scared?  if the supreme leader was being honest, he’d never learned how to cook before.  growing up in D.I.C.E, and especially since he was the leader, he was used to everyone usually cooking for him, but now… what was he meant to do when he was the one cooking for everyone else?!!  he couldn’t even scramble an egg without getting confused!!

shuichi had a similar fear inside of himself as well, especially since he was never one for being outgoing enough in his class to be comfortable alone with most of them.  even being with kaede, kaito, and maki was challenging sometimes, as he would always secretly want to be entirely alone.  he liked being in groups of three or four, seeing that in those rare situations he only had to wait for the other people he was with to start talking before he would be forgotten and be able to leave.  as he heard monokuma say those words, he clung his fingertips onto his hat, shoving it further towards the ground as to hide his face.

kokichi looked around the room at the expressions of everyone else, trying to guess who monokuma would force to be in charge of their food.  this school was super weird.  very, very, super weird.  their teachers were robotic bears, their principal was yet another robotic bear, and they only had to work on their talents to graduate.  however, he couldn’t do much while he was there, so he typically just tried to bother people and claim it was ‘to perfect his talent’.  bullshit, he was just bored.

his favorite to bother was, honestly, shuichi.  it was kaito for a while, but kaito was pretty annoying to just look at.  kokichi just… hated his hair… so much… and, kaito was always around maki, who quite literally wanted to kill him, so… that wasn’t fun.  miu and kiibo were also very fun to annoy for a while, but after a while miu’s sexual jokes actually made kokichi very uncomfortable.  kiibo just stopped being fun after a while, as kokichi needed variety in those that he bullied.

but- now, his favorite to pick on was undeniably shuichi.  shuichi was so fun to play with.  he always reacted, he always got annoyed or angry, and kokichi always was entertained as he walked away.  it felt like another slap in maki and kaito’s faces to know that he was able to piss off their best friend and live in shuichi’s head rent free.

unfortunately for shuichi, kokichi had been living in his head for a while rent-free.  shuichi didn’t know how or why, but he accidentally caught feelings for the supreme leader a while back.  it wasn’t anything that he meant to do, and as a matter of fact, shuichi wanted his crush to go away form a myriad of reasons.  for starters, it would be had explaining to kaito, kaede, and maki that he liked their sworn enemy, and that was a conversation that he knew would not blow over well.  also, shuichi wanted to be able to tell kokichi to stop his teasing, but there was something that he loved about the proud smile across his face when he’d leave the room.  lastly, kokichi was just out of his reach.  they lived different lives, and that was that.

”…ouma and saihara have been pissin’ me off the most, so those two get to cook!  yak yak yak!!!”  and monokuma was out.  

kokichi grinned to himself, realizing how his luck really came into play.  now, he reeeeally could annoy the detective.  yak yak yak indeed.  

as the class started to give out their collective sighs of relief, kokichi decided to grow up a bit and go talk to shuichi first.  he knew that shuichi was most definitely going to be angry, and that was juuuust what kokichi wanted to hear.  this was going to be so, so hilarious.

as he took his strides to the detective, he let his smirk come back onto his face.  this was exciting, he was going to play his favorite game !!  annoy shuichi saihara until he can't handle it anymore and starts to literally get angry because its so funny and honestly kinda cute and especially when everyone yells at kokichi and-

nah.  kokichi didn't like that last part very much.  as much as he pretended to be into the whole 'we hate kokichi ouma' game, it did kinda hurt sometimes.  to be called untalented, or a mistake, that hit.  really hard.  oh well... time to forget about life's issues and annoy shuichi!!  it was way easier to pardon those thoughts, at least for now, and worry later.

shuichi didn’t want to believe his poor luck.  paired with kokichi, after he had just thought about how they’d never actually be a *pair*?  this was super exhausting, but it was something that the detective was starting to grow used to.  his luck had always been piss-poor, so this was just another example.  he patiently waited for kokichi to come forward, as he knew that kokichi would sooner than later.

"heeeey, saihara!  guess we're gonna be cooking buddies, huh?,” asked kokichi.  he gave a smile that read 'aren't i so nice?’.  though he looked so innocent, he was lying, obviously.  he was going to play nice for a while, gain his trust, and then snap!!  annoying time!!  or, that was the plan, at least.

shuichi was entirely prepared for a day of torture, however.  this would probably result in some type of bullying, then some type of lying apology that he could see though, and finally would end with an embarrassing taunt that would somehow make it’s way back to the rest of the class.  when kokichi started speaking to him, shuichi let his fate sink in as he awkwardly looked to the side.

“hm… i-i guess… one could say that… shouldn’t we get this d-done?”  shuichi had a hard time speaking regardless, and when speaking with someone that he wasn’t exactly in the mood to deal with, it only got worse.

kokichi happily started up at the taller male, his smile just growing more genuine and happy as he looked at him.  a plan started to dwell in the back of his mind.  if he could annoy shuichi,,, then maybe... shuichi would maybe decide to be his friend, out of pure annoyance.  kokichi really wanted to befriend the detective, but it was mainly because of the humor in being able to annoy someone to the point that they had to befriend him.  honestly, kokichi did want to go about it a more... genuine, way, but... hmph.  that was unrealistic.  shuichi was way too attached to the kokichi hate club to ever see kokichi as more than an annoyance.

"wellll... what are we waiting for, shumai?  let's go cook!"  kokichi had started calling shuichi ‘shumai’ just because it was so funny to him.  it was, also, kinda nice to have a nickname for someone that wasn't insulting.  he felt... special.  "exceeept, i reeeally suck at cooking!!  oh, i hope saihara can help me!!"  he stayed with an innocent gleam in his eyes.

shuichi could only cringe at the false innocence kokichi was giving him, but he nevertheless decided to continue with his shift.  after all, he didn’t want to trust kokichi alone with the food… who knows what secret drugs that brat is hiding.  “pl-please, don’t call me that… and… i-i’m not the best at cooking either…”  shuichi decided to take a more friendly approach, as he knew that kokichi just wanted that reaction out of him again- and that was not something he would be providing today.

kokichi pouted, his face starting to look like a lost puppy.  "aww maaaan... i was really looking forward to you teaching me, 'ichi... there's a lot that you know, i thought that the smartest guy here would tell me alllll about cooking," he taunted.  he liked to compliment shuichi, as the weird face he would make when being complimented by the best liar in the world was priceless.

when shuichi heard kokichi call him ‘the smartest guy in the world’, his eyebrows furrowed as his eyes shot open.  this was the face shuichi was hoping for.  “um- i’m not the smartest-“

kokichi simply giggled as he opened up the door to the kitchen.  “mhm!!  i know!  i was just messin’ with you, shumai!!”  the words kokichi said simply made shuichi groan, but it was stopped when kokichi spoke again.  “c’mon!!  ladies first!”  shuichi rolled his eyes at the insult before stepping inside of the kitchen.

kokichi walked in behind shuichi, his smile remaining innocent and childlike.  he was very curious to how shuichi would react to this situation, so he decided to play the 'i'm kokichi ouma and i'm a sweetheart in disguise' card.  "...hmm, i've always wanted to learn to cook... hey, maybe you and i will be good at this!!  the supreme leader of all evil, and some nancy drew wannabe, making a beeautiful meal..."

shuichi turned way from kokichi, trying to ignore the insults once more.  if he had to give kokichi any credit, it would be that his insults were at least funny.  it was better than just being called a loser, so it was a tad bit better.  “um… what should we make..?,” shuichi timidly asked.

kokichi looked around the kitchen for a cookbook, but alas.  kirumi didn't need one, so there wasn't any.  "...i can try to remember something... okay, what is literally the most basi-"  he cut himself off when he noticed a book in the corner.  bingo.  "hey, shumai, go look over there!"  he pointed to the book.  "go get us a recipe!"

shuichi reluctantly walked across the kitchen to grab the cookbook.  he started to turn through the pages as he thought of things he already knew how to cook, but nothing came to mind.  all that he knew was kokichi’s gaze was like lasers beaming onto the back of his head, and it scared him to be honest.  he looked up to shuichi upon seeing a page with barely any difficulty.  “er- we could make spaghetti..?”

kokichi didn't know shit about food, but boiling water seemed easy enough.  if he was being honest, there was something about pasta that made him very happy,,, it was how easy it was to throw.  “oh!!  shumai is so smart!!”  kokichi smiled to shuichi, then running to the cabinets in the kitchen.  “hmm… where to find the pasta… here!!”  he pointed to the top shelf with a groan.  “ugh… kirumom is so tall… it’s so high up!!  you’ll have to get it!!”

shuichi nodded with a sigh as he put down the cookbook and walked to the cabinet, pulling down the container of pasta and giving it to kokichi.  “…find some pots, i’ll get some water, and we can cook it.”  

kokichi did as told, locating about five different pots and placing them one by one on the counter.  there were sixteen people to be fed, plus he liked to play with his food and throw it at people as much as possible.  they were going to need a lot to get this dinner working.

shuichi poured all of the water into the pots, then placing them on the stovetop and turning up the heat.  this would take a while.

kokichi walked beside him to try to turn on another pot’s heat, however they both reached for the same knob, and their hands made contact for a second.

woah.

shuichi and kokichi both pulled their hands back, but kokichi eventually reached out again to turn up the heat.  so many thoughts ran through kokichi's head in that moment.  what to say to saihara, how to convey the thoughts he was having... his mind was still racing over his reaction to the short contact.  he somehow had never actually touched shuichi before, but that made him realize something deep inside himself.

was he only messing with shuichi to piss him off, or was he also playing these games to get more time to talk to the detective?  he’d never given the matter much thought, but in this moment, kokichi had the idea that he was starting to develop feelings for shuichi, if he hadn’t already.  it was enough to force him to break character, and his facade started to show as he became more of a normal kid than his ‘supreme leader of all evil’ self.

"...yeah... uh- what do you want to... talk about, while it's cooking?"  kokichi took a small step towards shuichi, but tried to hide it by making it very, very small.  he really wanted to brush against the detective once more, and just see how it went.  but, he was preparing comebacks and taunts just in case the situation didn’t go his way, as that was his nature.

shuichi shrugged, looking off to the side.  that slight brush against kokichi felt amazing for him as well, and it was a nice little first touch.  he recognized the innocence in the situation, even going so far as to blush slightly and become flustered with his speech.  “uhm… i’m f-fine talking about anything, unless you have something specific to talk about…”

kokichi knew exactly what he wanted to do.  he really just wanted to hold shuichi's hand again, just to make sure it wasn’t a false alarm in his heart.  his hands looked so soft, and there was something oddly charming about the weird outlines of his short, weak nails.  kokichi really wanted to find a way to get to that... he knew it!!

"oh!  can i show you something amami-chan did for me??"  kokichi held out his hands, both hands with purple fingernails, the ring finger on each black and white.  "you can touch my hand to see 'em up close if you'd like!!  i think that they're really pretty..."  he was so proud of his nail polish, but also his not-so-sly effort to get shuichi to hold his hand again.  shuichi recognized the effort’s true intention, but had no problem ensuring that this was what he thought it was, and shyly reached out to hold kokichi’s pale hand.

shuichi simply smiled before speaking again, his face turning a shade more pink.  “ah- mhm… r-rantaro is very good at painting nails… they look nice… they suit you.”

“ohmigod!!  you really think so??”  kokichi happily exclaimed, jumping up and down as he did so.

“yeah...”  shuichi let go of the boy’s hand, mainly because his jumping made it way harder to hold onto him.  shuichi turned away directly after, using his hat again to hide his flushed face.

kokichi groaned as shuichi turned away from him, reaching out his arm to shuichi’s shoulder and pulling him back around.  kokichi's mind was racing at a mile a minute, his heart doing the same.  he knew that there was nothing he wanted more than to feel that happiness all throughout his body that his hand was giving him, and he really wanted to hug shuichi and see what it felt like.  alas, kokichi decided to wait until shuichi made some sort of move to try to hug him. though, the way that his eyes looked- that was no lie.  he gave shuichi a look that was, surprisingly, vulnerable and innocent as could be.  he managed to maneuver himself to a position that got him looking into shuichi's eyes as he gave the first genuine look to shuichi.

shuichi recognized that kokichi was being genuine with him in this moment, but that didn’t mean he was any less scared of this type of commitment.  he was scared of being heartbroken, and that was something that kokichi seemed like the type to do.  shuichi realized that this was the real kokichi- no lies, no games, and no annoyance.  he recognized himself falling deeper, but,,, yikes.  this was kokichi ouma- the hardest person to get along with ever.  this was absolutely terrifying.

the moment was tense as they simply looked into each other’s eyes and began recognizing the mutual attraction, though neither party wanted to make the first move quite yet.  kokichi didn’t want to out of fear, as this was the first time he was genuine with someone in a while.  shuichi felt scared as well, but he knew it was a fear of eventually being hurt by kokichi, though he didn’t know if that would actually happen.

kokichi tried to think of a way to get to hug shuichi... any excuse, anyway to get himself in shuichi's arms... he decided that there was no way around it- he needed to hug shuichi.  now.  he simply latched himself onto shuichi's torso, deciding that if shuichi was uncomfortable, he'd just say it was a lie and run away.  

shuichi didn’t squirm or even move a muscle, he simply let kokichi hold onto him until eventually hugging him back.  it was a small gesture, but it felt amazing to be held and to hold someone.  he felt like he’d cracked the case fo kokichi ouma in a way, and somehow gotten him to be his honest self.

kokichi just wanted to stay like that for a while longer... to just cuddle into shuichi, just holding onto him... he now realized why so many people randomly hugged the detective- he was pretty good at it.  he felt a bit prideful, however, as kaede, kaito, maki, and whoever else hugged the detective didn’t get this loving embrace back.  suck it, momota.  kokichi stood there, holding onto him in silence.  there was something severely therapeutic about the hug, and he started to grow happy that the pair were chosen.

after a few more awkward moments in the hug, kokichi let go and inched himself towards the pots of now boiling water, putting in the dry noodles and gesturing to the cookbook.  “we should… do that now.”

shuichi simply nodded, walking towards the fridge and taking out the ingredients for the sauce.  as he made it, he didn’t know what to expect from kokichi, but he was pleasantly surprised to see that kokichi was helping him and trying to be helpful.  it was a nice contrast to his usual attitude, and it felt refreshing to see.

after they finished making the food, they had a bit of time left, and decided to stay together.  it was a non-verbal agreement, bu they both had unfinished business as far as they were concerned.  when facing shuichi, looking into his eyes, this confirmed all of kokichi's thoughts- he needed to tell shuichi.  he could always just say it was a lie later, which everyone would believe.  though, something in shuichi's eyes reminded him of his own.  "...saihara, i... uh..."  he tried to look away from shuichi, but he couldn't.  he just looked into the detective's eyes with an honest expression.

“…you..?”  shuichi was entirely ready for some kind of insult, as kokichi was quite known for his compelling talk of being nice and then randomly biting, like a snake.  though, kokichi wasn’t being his normal self.  he was being a normal teen instead.

“uh… i think you know.  i think we both know what’s going on here, don’t we, shumai?”  kokichi asked, causing shuichi to turn red once again.

“i- we both know- what are you talking about?”  shuichi asked, his worried expression meeting his face once again.  were all the feelings true?

kokichi groaned in annoyance as part of his normal personality started to flood back into him- his childlike annoyance.  “ughh!!  shumai is so stupid sometimes!!  i’m saying that we both like, LIKE like each other!!”

shuichi blinked, confusion filling his mind as he drew a blank.  “i… wait- you want to be in a relationship?!  with me?!  kokichi- this isn’t a funny lie!”

“i never said it was a lie, buttface!!”  kokichi huffed as he turned away, mainly for dramatic effect.  “i wanted shumai to love me… turns out he hates me after all… how mean of you to play with my feelings…”

shuichi shook his head, instinctively reaching out to turn kokichi around to face him.  “w-wait!!  no!!  i- uhm- are you serious?”

”...are you really asking a liar to be honest?  geez, detective... you’re acting like an idiot...”  he tried to be himself, but the facade was not working well.  he felt himself breaking- damn, shuichi did all this to him, huh??

shuichi huffed, nodding his head.  “fine- YES.  i’m asking you to be honest- just this once..!  this isn’t funny, kokichi…”

“speak for yourself!!  this is hilarious to me!!”  kokichi laughed a bit more at shuichi’s flustered and blushing expression.  “nee hee hee!  what’s wrong, shumai?  what’s wrong!!  did i p-“  kokichi was cut off by something he never expected.

shuichi’s lips.

shuichi had gotten a sudden burst of confidence from the slight idea that kokichi may like him back, and he decided to kiss him then and there to be sure.  if it didn’t work out, and it was a lie, that would be for future shuichi to worry about.  he wasn’t thinking clearly.

kokichi, thankfully, kissed him back.  but, what they weren’t expecting…

“WHAT THE HELL?!”

…was kaito to walk in.  kaito had realized they were a bit late with the food and decided to make sure that there was nothing wrong happening, (he wanted to make sure kokichi hadn’t killed shuichi yet), but this was not what he expected.

shuichi pulled back instantly upon hearing kaito’s voice, much to kokichi’s disappointment.  “aw maaaan… why doesn’t sh-“

“KOKICHI!  SHUT!  UP!!  WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE!!”

kokichi shrugged, gesturing to the food.  “i dunno.  you should have figured that one out, idiot…”

“STOP CALLIN’ ME AN-“

“aaaanyways, the food’s over there.  go feed the masses before they start rioting.  we’ll catch up later.”

kaito growled before walking out, leaving a scared shuichi and a confident kokichi alone in the kitchen again.

shuichi froze up before speaking again.  “…they’re gonna kill me later…”

kokichi laughed before shaking his head.  “yup!  no doubt!  at least you won’t die alone!!”

#saiouma #oumasai #shuichi saihara #kokichi ouma #shuichi x kokichi #kokichi x shuichi #danganronpa #danganronpa fic #danganronpa oneshot #danganronpa v3

[sanderssidesfanfiction]

If There’s a Place I Could Be - Chapter One

A/N: If you have notifs on this blog, you might want to turn them off for the day, heh. I'm gonna be posting 99 chapters of this bad boy today, so there's gonna be a flood of notifs in your inbox, and I apologize for that in advance. This story has been two years in the making, and I hope you all enjoy it as much as the AO3 crowd did!

If There’s a Place I Could Be Tag

July 3rd, 1985

Remy sat in his closet, hands pressed against his ears in a futile attempt to block out the noise. Tears streamed down his face as he could hear his parents’ continued argument. His mother was acting out again, because of course she was, and his dad was trying to deescalate the situation, which only ever wound up Mom more. The screaming started up, and Remy flinched, desperate for the continued argument to stop, just for a second, just so that he could feel safe enough leaving his closet to go to the bathroom.

He knew, though, that he was going to have to wait for a while to get anything he wanted, let alone that.

September 8th, 2000

Remy looked around the campus he was on with a sigh. He really didn’t know why he was doing this. College just seemed like one of those things you did just because; it wasn’t like he was going to get a job just because he had a degree. But here he was, at his parents’ insistence.

He was sipping his coffee on a park bench, watching the leaves on the trees. He had some time before his next class, and it wasn’t like he had anything better to do. “Pretty, isn’t it?” a man asked from behind him.

Turning, Remy found a man with a curly mop of red hair and bright green eyes. “Yeah, I suppose,” he said, looking back at the leaves.

The man sat down next to him with a smile. “My name’s Emile,” he said.

Remy offered his hand. “Remy.”

“Nice to meet you, Remy,” Emile said. “Mind me asking why you look so down in the dumps?”

Remy shook his head at Emile and said, “It’s nothing important.”

“It’s affecting you, so obviously it has to be important,” Emile said with a frown. “Everyone’s feelings are important, no matter what they are.”

Remy inwardly sighed and outwardly bristled. This guy was clearly intent on making friends, something that Remy didn’t want, or need. “Please. That’s the sort of thing only overly-sensitive people think. Normal people don’t need to talk out their feelings every second of the day.”

Emile blinked. “I was just trying to strike up a conversation,” he said, and his eyes looked hurt.

“Have you considered that not everyone here wants to be your friend?” Remy asked, sipping his coffee.

“Well, not everyone has to be my friend, but you’ve hung on the outskirts everywhere I’ve seen you during orientation,” Emile said. “I figured you might want to know one or two people here, just to have a familiar face around campus.”

“Touching, but I’ll be fine,” Remy grumbled. “I don’t need any friends.”

“I don’t believe you,” Emile said simply.

Remy jumped like he may has well have been stabbed. He snarled at Emile. “You don’t know anything about me! Why would you even suggest that you know my social habits better than I do?!”

Emile had his hands held up in surrender, his eyes wide. Remy sighed. This kid clearly had lived a very sheltered life. Someone had to toughen him up so he didn’t break the hard way the second someone pushed back against him. And Remy didn’t know anyone else on this campus who might be able to teach the kid anything about life, so it looked like if he wanted Emile to not get destroyed on campus, he would have to be the one to toughen him up, bit by bit. “I’m sorry,” Remy said. “I don’t...have good experiences with people trying to be my friends in the past. No one stuck around longer than it took for them to get blackmail material on me.”

“That’s terrible,” Emile gasped.

“That’s life,” Remy said, voice dull and hollow. “If you want to be my friend, I guess you can try. Just don’t be surprised if I don’t follow you when you jump off a bridge.”

Emile sat there in stunned silence for a second, before he whimpered out, “You never did answer my question.”

Remy ran a hand through his hair and took another sip of his coffee. “Why I’m upset? I don’t want to be here. College is just...extra school that you go in debt for. I don’t know what I want to do with my life; I’m taking business classes because I had a knack for math in high school, but so far the textbooks I’ve read haven’t taught me anything. I don’t have anyone on this campus that I know, and you’re the only person who’s even bothered to stick around me for longer than twenty seconds. No friends, no learning, and thousands of dollars of debt. That’s why I’m upset.”

Emile shrugged. “Well, why are you upset about having no friends if you don’t want any friends?”

“What?” Remy asked, glancing over.

“Why are you upset about having no friends if you don’t want any friends?” Emile repeated. “That would seem like a blessing, wouldn’t it? Not having to deal with people faking being your friends after high school?”

Remy shrugged. “I appreciate company. Not friendships, but I don’t like being stuck with my thoughts all the time.”

“Well, there are a couple people who I know who are throwing parties later, if you ever want to...you know...party? Have something to do outside study and not make friends?” Emile offered.

Remy glared at Emile. “And now you’re mocking me?”

“What? No!” Emile said. “You said you didn’t want to make friends? So I just...aw, shoot, it wasn’t supposed to come out that way!”

Remy scoffed. “Emile, you clearly don’t have the right social skills to be compatible friends with me. I suggest finding someone else to hang around with, because I’m certainly not your ‘pal.’”

“Actually, provided you don’t mind, I’d like to stay right here, talking to you, thanks,” Emile said, pulling out a book from his backpack and settling into the bench with a sigh. “We don’t have to be friends, but I’d still like to be a familiar face to you.”

Remy blinked. This kid...wasn’t backing down? Remy assumed he’d scurry away and regroup and Remy would have some time to figure out how to toughen Emile up, provided he came back. But he was...staying? Even after Remy had snarled at him? “Why?” Remy asked, before he could stop himself.

Emile looked up from his book, briefly shocked, before he smiled. It was soft, and kind, and nothing like Remy had ever seen directed at him before. “Because everyone deserves to be comfortable, and familiar faces tend to make people relax a little more.”

Remy frowned. “I don’t...I don’t understand you.”

“That’s okay,” Emile said, turning back to his book. “Learning to understand other people is half the fun of making friends.”

“But...I don’t want to make friends,” Remy said.

“Okay,” Emile said. “But would you want to make a friend?”

Remy scoffed. “Changing the noun in question from plural to singular does not change my sentiment.”

“It was worth a shot,” Emile said, smiling into his book. “I figured I may as well try. And it didn’t work, but now I know where you stand.”

Remy shook his head. “An optimist,” he muttered. “Of course you’re an optimist.”

“Why would that be a bad thing?” Emile asked.

“Because there’s not a silver lining to any and every situation,” Remy said, wrinkling his nose. “And I fear for the sanity of anyone who believes otherwise, because clearly, their head must not be on straight.”

“What situations aren’t there silver linings in?” Emile asked. “Every time something bad happens, it leads to something else in someone’s life, and sooner or later that ‘something else’ is something good. Something that you wouldn’t have gotten without the bad.”

“You don’t know that for a fact,” Remy warned. “You could have even gotten to the good thing faster without the bad.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Emile said. “After all, you might never have met me or anyone else on this campus if you didn’t come to college.”

Remy barked a laugh. “That full of yourself, are you?” he asked Emile.

“Well, I’m not saying I’m the epitome of good things, but a friend is always a good thing in my book. Or even just a familiar face. I’ll be around, you know. And I’m always up to help if you need a hand,” Emile offered.

This kid was sickeningly sweet, and Remy didn’t know how he had tolerated that attitude for this long. “Whatever,” Remy brushed off. “I’m fine on my own. Be a familiar face if you must, but we are not friends.”

“If you say so, Remy,” Emile said.

“I do say so, Emile,” Remy said, voice dripping venom on Emile’s name. “I need to head to my next class soon.”

“If you have a phone, we can exchange numbers?” Emile asked hopefully.

Remy arched an eyebrow. “That desperate to pester me, huh?” he asked with a sigh. “Yeah, I have a phone. Don’t really feel inclined to give you the number, though.”

“Oh,” Emile deflated, and Remy didn’t expect to feel bad for making a jab at the kid, but he did.

He groaned. “You’re making this hard,” he griped.

“What, being alone?” Emile asked.

“Not caring about anything here,” Remy grumbled. “Granted, the caring is in the sense that I hate this place and most if not all the people in it, but I was hoping I could just...apathetically make my way into getting a degree and moving on from this hovel.”

“You worry me,” Emile said.

“Do I?” Remy asked. “How so?”

“Well, I know we’ve only known each other for like, ten minutes, but I’m studying psychology so that I can become a therapist and—”

“Hold up, hold up, hold up,” Remy said. “Hold. Up. You’re studying to become a shrink?”

“Uh. Yes?” Emile said, tilting his head to the side. “Is that a problem?”

“It means we definitely can’t be friends. I don’t need you shrinking my head every chance you get to try and get me to reveal my ‘troubled past’ or find out that I’m secretly in love with my mother, or whatever. No, thank you. I hate shrinks and I loathe therapists.” Remy took another sip of his coffee, but it tasted bitter on his tongue.

“Why?” Emile asked. “They’re incredibly helpful.”

“I don’t need ‘em,” Remy scoffed. “Everyone I’ve ever met who’s talked to me for a while is like, ‘Oh, you should go see a therapist!’ And that has been the end of many a small friendship. I don’t need a therapist. Never have, never will. Just because I was the baby in the line of three, doesn’t mean I was neglected or some crap.”

“Wow,” Emile said. “Okay. There’s a lot to unpack there, for sure. But, uh, if you don’t want me to...uh...listen, that’s okay. I wouldn’t ‘shrink your head’ if I were your friend, though. Number one thing I’ve learned from talking to therapists when I ask them about what the job is like is that you can’t be a therapist to your friends. You’re too attached to the situation to make an objective observation and help the person see things from another perspective. You’re not in trouble when it comes to that, if you want me to be more than a familiar face.”

“Well, I don’t even want you to be a familiar face, you’re the one who keeps insisting on talking to me,” Remy griped. “No one ever seems to get that I just want to be left alone!”

“Well, I know extroverts don’t understand that,” Emile said. “I’m an...eccentric introvert, I guess? So I understand wanting alone time, but you’ve been alone for at least a week and a half. That’s...not necessarily healthy.”

Remy put down his coffee and groaned into his hands. “Oh. Come on. You care. Too much. You don’t even know me!” he exclaimed, turning to growl at Emile directly. “Why would you even try to get to know someone who is very obviously trying to push you away?!”

“I like the challenge, and I worry about what being isolated does to a person,” Emile responded, without missing a beat or flinching. “If you want to be left alone right now, just say so, and I’ll leave you to get to your next class or wherever you need to go. But know that when I see you again and it’s clear that you’re just hanging out and not doing anything important, I’ll come back to talk to you. Because you’re definitely on my ‘potential friends’ list now, if for no other reason than spite.”

Remy snorted at that. “Yeah, whatever. You keep telling yourself that you’re making a difference, talking to me. If it makes you sleep easier, you can call us friends. But I don’t consider you anything more than the guy who won’t shut up about friendship and being alone.”

“I can live with that,” Emile chirped, standing up. “I really have to get to my next class, but it was nice to meet you, Remy! I hope that maybe I could see you in the student lounge sometime, or maybe on the quad? I’d love to continue our discussion about whether or not friends are beneficial!”

And without another word, Emile left, humming something to himself as Remy watched on. He wasn’t even sure if he wanted to toughen up Emile. He was entirely too cheery for Remy’s tastes, and he couldn’t imagine what Emile’s poor roommate must deal with. He just hoped that the guy was more patient than Remy was, because otherwise they might have a homicide on the campus.

#if there's a place i could be #sanders sides fanfiction #remile #emile picani #ts sleep #Our Creations

[itsnothingofinterest]

PLF Advisor Headcanons (’cause why not)

So I’ve been thinking a lot about the PLF advisors, probably more than I should be about characters we barely have faces of. All of this stuff’s probably gonna get flushed down the drain sooner rather than later, and I have been meaning to start actually posting stuff on this site. Might as well share, am I right?

I’m sure I shouldn’t need to tell anyone this at present, but just to be safe, or in case of future readers: the latest chapter was 276 & we know next to nothing about any of these guys except Slidin’ Go, so most of is baseless conjecture. Most of it mine, but I’ll source where I’ve borrowed some ideas. The closest thing to a basis for any of these is “this is probably the kind of quirk I could see someone in this position having” & “these motives and backgrounds sound like what Horikoshi would give to a long-term ally of Shigaraki”. We clear? Everybody got their proper expectations in place? Cool, now let’s get to the fun bits.

Black (Tactics)

Twice Advisor #3 (PLF Granny)

I won’t lie, I’m organizing this list this way to talk about her first.

Contrary to her appearance, PLF Granny actually used to be a super dangerous criminal and wanted hero killer, before disappearing off the face of the country (see Spinner Advisor #3 for more on that).

Now she’s the PLF’s resident mother/grandmother figure (depending on how old you are).

(She’s secretly not that old though.)

Always willing to help a fellow PLF soldier out of a problem no matter how minor, but would also lecture them for the smallest misbehavior.

Greatly appreciated because not a lot of high ranking PLF members have the greatest motherly figures in their lives rn.

Her quirk is something like Overhaul’s, but a bit weaker and a bit more gruesome. She can fully manipulate any human body she’s touching besides her own; allowing her to close up wounds, lock up muscles, contort limbs, or even just blow you up.

Illegally experimenting with her quirk caused her to accidentally kill someone in her youth, and she’s been on the run ever since.

She’s working with the PLF to improve quirk counseling, believing a society more accepting of quirks would allow kids with dangerous quirks to understand them better & know how to use them safely, so none of them will end up like herself.

Twice Advisor # 2 (Scary Canadian)

“Scary Canadian” really sums up his personality. He’s actually quite nice and polite to hid friends & allies, or otherwise in his downtime. But also you really don’t want to mess with him. Or else.

Needless to say, he and Twice got a long real quick once the underlying tension of their 2 groups going to war had (mostly) passed.

His quirk (along with a funky entire-upper-torso) allows him to energize himself with stored up energy, making him a bit strong, faster, and tougher.

He can also use a lot of energy at once for laser eyes. A useful skill, but it usually puts him out of the fight afterwords.

The energy stores up during sleep, which means he sleeps for an extra few hours each night and leaves him uncharacteristically grumpy in the morning.

He can also build up energy while awake, but it leaves him lethargic so he doesn’t do it while he has paper work to do.

He never wanted to be a hero as a kid, but as he grew older he found that meant people didn't like him using his quirk so much.

He joined the MLA for the simple reason of his experiences making him feel quirks should just be treated as a normal part of a person, instead of an aspect only heroes should be allowed to use/acknowledge.

Twice Advisor # 1 (King Bradly looking guy)

You remember in chapter 258, they mentioned a guy named Sanctum; oldest member in the MLA and believing all the League members are just in puppet positions? This is him.

He doesn’t really mean to come across as that unapproachable & rude, but he finds making sure everyone takes their jobs seriously is more important than being friendly.

As a result, while he & Twice come at odds quite often, they actually work quite well together. He keeps Twice on track and Twice appreciates that.

Much like Yotsubashi, his family has been in the Liberation Army for generations. Their cause is all he’s even known, but he has no regrets, especially now that Shigaraki’s livened the cause up.

I used to headcanon this guy’s quirk as making portals, but that might be someone else’s quirk no so...Earthbending, his quirk is earthbending.

He’s pretty good with it to, what with training with it since he was a little kid. The amount he can move is between that of Pixie-Bob & Gigantomachia, but he outshines them both in control.

He could make a perfectly square, finely-detailed hall a foot underground and no one above it would even feel the earth shifting.

Violet (Guerrilla Warfare)

Dabi Advisor # 3 (Ana)

So most of this is borrowed from @possessedfuzzybear

To catch everyone up: he’s named Ana (which means ‘hole’), he’s Dabi’s emo friend, and his hair is neon green.

See their blog for more info, but be warned: Fuzzy is horny AF. 18+ only, understand children?

His quirk has already been shown: It’s either making holes in stuff, or possibly making portals.

Needless to say, he and Dabi combo well together.

When he was a kid, one of his parents were arrested by heroes and he ended up running away from home before he got put in the system. He ended up meeting PLF Granny and some other runaways, and when she joined the MLA, he followed along.

He wasn’t originally a very active member, but when he saw the perks PLF Granny was getting for her hard work, and more importantly that she was spending those perks on himself and the other runaways; he started going above and beyond to earn his room & board.

Dabi Advisor # 2 (Tube Face)

Another emo of the PLF, which is probably why he’s with Dabi. That said, he’s less close to Dabi because he’s the exact same kind of loner as Dabi was before he got put in charge of stuff. So they resonate with each other, but they don’t exactly talk.

This guy’s quirk is that he has a snake for a tongue; full-sized and it talks in place of his normal mouth.

That’s actually what the tube is for, it’s snake armor.

(2nd guess, and this probably more likely if I’m honest, is some kind of gas quirk. if that’s true though, he’s related to Mustard.)

His story is a typical one; ostracized for having a particularly freaky mutant quirk that, while impressive, went unappreciated outside of heroics. Perhaps he even tried to become a hero, but dropped out, and the Japanese school system is yet another harsh mistress of society.

Either way, he then joined the biggest game in town that’s trying to make quirks more accepted, so he and kids like him can be appreciated instead of ridiculed.

Dabi Advisor # 1 (Happy with his piercings)

This guy’s something like Muscular without quite so many murders; generally just happy to be here doing whatever we’re doing as long as he gets to use his quirk to do it.

Dabi puts on airs of hating him, but really he...mostly doesn’t.

His quirk is actually super speed, which he combos with his impressive muscles to be quite the lightning bruiser.

That said, he’s not that fast. Like, he is to the flash, what Sato Rikido is to All Might. Probably somewhere between Iida before and after Recipro Burst.

His motivations are, as stated, pretty similar to why Muscular joined the League, except this guy looked into a slightly more legitimate organization because we was looking to legalize the freedom he was after, rather than simply ignoring legality in general.

He’s not exactly opposed to Shigaraki’s methods though.

Geten Advisor #3 (Pointy Head)

My first though looking at this guy is “His color is Blue”.

Generally, the suit and mouth armor make me think he either has or had ties to big business or heroics. Let’s go with the latter.

He was a humble but fairly accomplished hero, or maybe even just a sidekick, when he took down some socially powerful villain the HC didn't exactly want him taking down.

He and his entire Agency were indirectly ruined, and so joined the MLA in hopes of continuing to help people in their own way. Happily for him, that turned out to be fighting against the HC.

His quirk is a simple one: enhanced sight, hearing, and basically all his senses, as well as the ability to process it all very quickly.

To combos this with his swordsmanship to deadly effect.

Having the title of “advisor”, he tends to give lots of advise to Geten (regardless of if it’s wanted), looks out for him, and generally ignores that fact that Geten is his superior, not subordinate.

Geten Advisor # 2 (Sweater Lady)

The PLF Wine Aunt. And she introduces herself like that to people too.

She’s brash but wise, tends to look out for everyone in the PLF when she can, but also shares just a few of Geten’s more worrying views on quirks.

So guys like Dabi & Spinner think there might be hope for her if they can get her to knock that prejudice stuff out, and actually have good reason to think they can, but generally steer clear of her when possible.

Her quirk is something powerful, but disfiguring to her face. My current favorite idea being breathing out a gaseous neurotoxin or something to that effect that makes her mouth look weird. 

Her sweater actually hides a series of soft but sturdy tubes that expel the neurotoxin from her arms, because she can aim her arms better than her head.

Her reasons for being in the MLA are basically that with a lack of social changes in the advent of quirks, standards of beauty are as BS as ever for women, even as women like her get weird mutations to their bodies, and especially to the head.

She believes a society more accepting of quirks would be more willing to accept mutations as beautiful, although this has eventually developed into a complex about powerful quirks being beautiful in order to convince herself of her own worth.

Hence everyone’s belief that maybe they can fix that complex of hers once they build a more accepting society. (That and, y’know, they have to work with her anyway.)

Geten Advisor # 1 (Stressed Baldy)

Probably one of the most welcoming advisors to the League because due to this quirk, this man generally ties to say cheerful at all times.

You see: his quirk is tied to his emotions. All of his emotions. Only by not feeling anything in particular, like in the picture above, does it not activate.

That’s actually why he’s in the PLF, he finds in unreasonable that those with hair trigger quirks like himself be forced to not use those quirks in public or face criminal charges.

Well actually, he’s also from an MLA family like Yotsubashi, but his ancestor joined for the same reason; so he’s probably the person born into the MLA with the best reason for still being there.

Ah, but I didn’t explain the quirk itself, what he does depends on what emotions he’s currently feeling.

When Happy, or otherwise feeling positively towards himself: a barrier forms around him right above his skin & clothing. While in this barrier, hits to him are diminished, and his own hits hit harder.

When sad, fearful, or other such emotions: that barrier disappears from around him and instead forms around his allies.

When angry, or otherwise directing negative emotions outward: the barriers appear around his enemies, and then lock in place so they cannot move. They also can’t be hurt in this state, but he can work around that.

Carmine (Intelligence)

Toga Advisor # 3 (Muscular tank top guy)

The reason he’s in the Intelligence regiment has little to do with his quirk, and a lot to do with his charismatic and friendly personalty. He get’s a lot done just going out and talking to people, and he teaches his subordinates how to do the same.

His quirk is simple x-ray vision. Nothing all that special, but he has learned to use it well in a fight, seeing how the opponent moves like a certain Jojo stand from part 6.

He was also a part of PLF Granny’s group of runaways who joined the MLA when she did. No particularly dramatic reason why, he was just broke & unlucky and she was just nice.

Before they joined the MLA, he did stuff like convince bakeries to give their left over product to the kids at the end of the day.

They ended up joining shortly before the MLA really started making it’s resurgence, so he made a name for himself helping out the new guys. And since everyone was already looking up to him, the higher-ups gave him a good position to keep doing that.

That’s his job with Toga too, introducing her to the ins and outs of the PLF. They also tend to talk romance and cute things (like I said above, he’s good at talking to people), so they get along pretty well despite underlying tension.

He finds her crushes on multiple enemies worrisome though, for multiple reasons, and is trying to build up the nerve to talk to her about that.

Toga Advisor # 2 (R2D2 Expy)

Little can we tell from the above picture, that’s just his head (and extremely long neck). He has a torso and such below.

His quirk is actually being a cyborg, and most of his body is augmentable.

He has multiple weapons he can attach and detach from himself and automatically control like any other limb.

It wares on him to attach to much to himself though, so he won’t be augmenting himself with any large equipment.

The R2D2 head is a disguise he wears to PLF meetings, and he intends for it to be his official villain outfit once he hits the field.

It’s not his only look though. He has numerous faces and various identities to go with them. It’s how he joined the Intelligence division.

He’s a Star Was fan (obvs).

Toga doesn’t talk to him much, what with him not being very cute. He mostly takes care of managerial tasks with his underlings, and organizes reports for her.

He also works at Feel Good Inc., & only really joined the MLA because he was invited by his boss, Skeptic. He got a promotion out of it and still feels like he’s on the winning side though, so he’s not complaining.

Toga Advisor # 1 (Beautiful Woman)

The advisor Toga most depends on, this woman tends to do all the work Toga’s less than qualified to handle as a 17-year old.

Frankly, Toga kind of looks up to her as a powerful feminine figure in her life, especially since she’s largely not quirkiest (like Sweater Lady), and her past is pretty similar to Toga’s but she managed to bounce back into a powerful position.

Her quirk is the ability to read minds in short snippets by making eye contact with people, usually whatever they’re thinking of in that moment..

It’s not perfect because people can sort of feel ‘something’ when she reads their minds, so people who know what she’s doing can just look away. It’s pretty easy to not look someone in the eye.

Giran caught on pretty quick when he was being held hostage.

She pretended to be quirkless to her friends and repressed it well into adulthood, until her quirk was discovered. At that point, not only did people stop trusting her, she was accused of illegal quirk usage and pursued by the police. This was when she found and joined the MLA.

Skeptic Advisor # 3 (Toad Man)

This guy radiates the best and worst of redneck culture, kinda gross, more than a bit judgy; but also inventive, Integrous, and always willing to throw down with corrupt authority figures.

(That said, he’s toned down the prejudice stuff working with so many different people and also Toga threatening him with knives.)

He’s also good at talking to the marginalized and those out in the boonies, which essentially means he’s got an underworld information network all his own, which is half of how he got his position in the Intelligence regiment. In fact, for better or worse, he’s the one who found Giran.

The other half is his quirk; which is, along with general toad-like characteristics, the ability to temporarily eat anything he can fit in that big ol’ gullet of his and analyze it down the the barest physical detail. (”physical” meaning he could find a finger print on a gun and draw it out, but couldn’t read the data on a memory stick.)

His reasons for being in the PLF are simple: like I said, he’s just always willing to throw down with authority figures. He doesn’t care that his quirk isn’t for fighting, he’ll just punch every HC member in the face.

Actually, he’s even more invested now that Shigaraki’s in charge. He wasn’t really feeling the MLA before, but now he’s gung ho about the cause like few others.

Skeptic Advisor # 2 (Ugh...Slidin’ Go)

Being a well known character, there’s not that much to say.

Hmm...

His reasoning for joining the MLA is surprisingly simple: he feels society’s view on quirks is too simple; praising flashy quirks while also forbidding non-heroes from using them where possible, all for the convenience of heroes and the hero industry.

Being so attached to his quirk, he entered into heroics in order to get a quirk licence, but still felt this thought process was backwards and joined the MLA to turn it around.

He’s responsible for a lot of the heroes in the MLA, having found a lot of like minded people in his industry and got them into the Army. A lot of them were actually old classmates of his.

Skeptic Advisor # 1 (Beautiful Man)

The half-brother of Beautiful Woman, he joined because she invited him and he wanted to help her. Not only because she was family, but because he was responsible for her quirk being discovered & he feels he needs to make up for accidentally making her a wanted woman.

He’s not a wanted criminal, so he got a job at Feel Good Inc. and works closely with Skeptic as a sort of secretary that reminds him of his personal affairs.

(In reality though, he manages contact with the MLA/PLF while Skeptic is running his company.)

He gets along with Skeptic as well as anyone can with that personality. Way better than Slidin’ Go anyway.

This quirk is a form of telepathy like Mandalay. There are 3 differences though. 1) he or a part of him must be touching the person to communicate, which he gets around by making bracelets & other accessories with strands of his hair that can be pressed against the wearer’s skin. On the other hand, 2) it’s got no range limit and 3) allows for 2 way communication. 

And on one last note: he can always tell who he’s talking too, as well as who might be trying (& failing) to listen in.

Essentially, he’s a hack-proof human communications network, able to pass along information from key PLF members to each other and Skeptic, who can relay the information to other members through more mundane means. 

It’s a good back-up for if heroes try jamming or otherwise interfering with those mundane communication methods.

Brown (Support)

Mr. Compress Advisor # 3 (Compress Cosplayer)

The mask is actually new, and actually kind of is Compress cosplay. when he met Compress they just kind of resonated with each other, and Compress decided to make him his apprentice.

It’s only been a few months, but he took to showmanship quite well. And now everyone else around him hates him. Dude just can’t win.

His quirk is basically being living hammer space; he can store things in his body like Momo in reverse & pull them out like Momo in forward.

The catch is that his whole body looks something like an astral CGI monstrosity; his skin is this gelatinous looking goop patterned like space that caused him to be bullied growing up.

Though his past is similar to Sweater lady, his motives are actually more like Spinner’s: living a lonely life, he kind of just joined the first cause that resonated with him in the hope of finding meaning.

He has yet to really find that yet, but at least he found a hobby & a good number of good friends.

Mr. Compress Advisor # 2 (Natsuo’s happier doppelganger)

A popular base commander, this guy has made a name for himself in the PLF for his managerial skills. He takes care of his people, completes his jobs promptly, and is generally pretty intelligent when it comes to resource management.

His job as an advisor is less stellar though. Except for reports, he tends to leave Compress to himself and/or his other advisors. Compress has tried to talk to him but he made fun of the magician act once and now they keep their distance.

He probably has one of the peatiest reasons for being in the PLF among the advisors & lieutenants.

You see, his quirk is that he’s able to make or dismiss a kind of wooden golem to do what he wants, and he often had it do menial labor for him.

That said, while it’s legal for him to do that in private settings, it’s actually illegal in public, and people have gotten on his case about that since he was a kid. What’s more, the reprimands got worse & worse the older he got, so eventually he got sick of it and joined the MLA.

Yeah, he’s part of a terrorist group because it’s illegal to use his quirk to carry his groceries for him.

Mr. Compress Advisor # 1 (Electric Scar Face)

Another descendant of a mainstay family in the MLA, he was actually a friend of Yotsubashi growing up. They’ve drifted a bit in adulthood since he isn’t exactly the business type, but they still work closely enough and keep in touch.

That’s actually most of the reason he’s not exactly on board with Shigaraki being in charge now. He only really heard 2nd hand about what happened in Daika, and he’s pretty biased in favor of the old boss.

All that said, he & Compress probably have one of the most stable lieutenant/advisor relationships; agreeable enough, healthy but minimal disagreements, actually pretty similar humor & they’ve both got good heads on their shoulders with just more than a hint of eccentricity.

We already know his quirk, absorbing and discharging Electricity.

Spinner Advisor # 3 (Cementos’ long lost cousin)

While not actually related to Cementos (probably), I’ve actually grown attached to the idea that he went to UA himself, so here’ the continuation of PLF Granny’s story I promised.

So one day, while working on his internship, he ended up pursuing a wanted hero killer, who he found out was just an old lady who lost control of her quirk and has been panicking ever since. He realized she needed help, but for her crimes she’d surely be sent to Tartarus for life (which is a redundant statement), so he decided to leave professional heroism behind to help her disappear, as well as help her in general.

In the process, they came across a good number of other runaways, and when the MLA agreed to shelter them in exchange for labor and generally joining the cause, they agreed.

As an advisor, he has a good professional relationship with Spinner, and they often discuss what they believe heroes should really be like and the failings of their current iterations. As such, he’s ended up growing to the idea of Shigaraki as presented to him by Spinner.

His quirk is the ability to turn into a large whale like creature that’s able to move large numbers of forces in it’s mouth through the water. I think it’d be cool if it could move through the ground too, but that might overlap with Machia.

He’s also able to produce and shoot spikes from his skin in either form to defend himself. 

He’d probably get along with/relate to Kurogiri if he’s ended up getting some of Shirakumo’s memories by the time he escapes.

Spinner Advisor # 2 (Edgy Spider Guy)

(Just a reminder for those who only remember this guy from the above picture, he was shown to have spider legs in a later chapter.)

Spinner’s gamer buddy among the advisors, as well as the main supporter for his crusade of eliminating mutation prejudice.

Having a spider quirk, no surprise he was bullied in school only to be harassed and marginalized in adulthood. He eventually got a job at Detnarat, and was personally invited into the MLA by Yotsubashi himself.

Along with the extra spider limbs, he can also produce especially strong spider silk, which he can then telekinetically control while close to it. He does’t produce it at a very quick rate, but he’s been able to sew it into his cloak to move it, letting him increase his speed and pull off a few other neat tricks.

The main downside though is a particularly freaky face, which he’s developed a complex about. Thus why he hides his face. He’s got friends working with him about it though.

That said, he’ll probably still keep the cloak after he overcomes this complex because it’s cool.

Spinner Advisor # 1 (Cute Bug Girl)

The last of PLF Granny’s old runaway gang among the advisors.

(there are still others, but they have much smaller rolls, if any.) 

She joined after losing her parents to an altercation with the CRC. (Y’know, the Klan looking freaks.)

Her personality is something like a transitioning point between a high school alpha bitch and a wine aunt. Mainly because she looks to sweater lady from Geten’s group as something of a roll model (unfortunately).

Her relationship with her boss, Spinner, is rather tense as a result. She looks down on him for his quirk (though she’s tactful enough to not mention this), but relates to his hardships as a Mutant. As a result, she looks out for him more than she looks down on him, but she’s still kind of waiting for him to prove himself.

Her quirk is the ability to create & control tiny insects about the size of fairy flies (<3mm in length) in vast swarms.

These bugs move pretty silently, so they can act as a fog, fly into people’s mouths and attack them there, or fly into wounds to either stitch them closed or make them worse.

While she doesn’t have an actual PHD, she was trained by several doctors hired by the MLA for many years to make the best of her quirk, and is now the director of the PLF’s medical units, except for small, personal medial units in the other regiments.

General stuff

Just to be clear, though I describe most of these guys & gals relatively nicely, most all of these guys probably have more confirmed kills under their belt than Twice.

(Granted, that’s partially because Twice doesn’t really confirm his kills. We only know of 2, including the guy he murdered after he was himself murdered. But that still means everyone here has killed several people.)

Each of these guys have their own base to watch over, you’ll remember, and part of their responsibilities is either recruiting or eliminating people who learn too much.

Each of them has the job of easing their subordinates into going along with the new leadership, especially the people who weren’t there for Daika. This is kind of tricky because they were also not there for Daika, so they’ve been required to talk with the League members a lot.

It’s helped encourage them to get to know the new management relatively well.

Side note: I’m also willing to bet Trumpet & Redestro have their own regiment; probably an undercover or public relations regiment, and probably have 6 advisors for themselves too. I’m excited to meet them.

And despite how much work I put into all this, I’m also excited to see just how much of it is wrong as we meet these guys for real.

#bnha #league of villains #lov #PLF #paranormal liberation front #twice #dabi #geten #toga himiko #bnha skeptic #spinner #mr. compress #headcanons #I apologize if I come across as overly defensive #my only other experience talking in social media is YouTube comments #still #be gentle I'm new to actually posting stuff

[sapphireharrie]

are you?

the one where Harry broke up with his girlfriend and Y/N has a lot to ask.

It has been a while since Harry broke up with his girlfriend, eight months to be precise. He still hasn’t talked to Y/N about what really happened. Y/N remembered vividly when it happened, all that she knew was they were going on an anniversary vacation together, the next thing was Harry asking her to come and said that they canceled the vacation and then cried because they broke up. Y/N knows that when something like this happened, Harry will tell her what happened when he’s ready, so she knows better not to try to ask what happened until then.

So, when Harry immediately texted her that he’s ready to talk about his break up, eight months later, she rushed to his home and dropped everything just to be there for him and hear whatever he is going to tell her.

“So?” she asked, they were sitting in the bungalow of Harry’s home. One of Y/N’s favorite thing about Harry’s home is how homey he made it. At first, when it was still on construction, Y/N thought it was going to be super luxurious according to Harry’s ex taste. She remembers that Harry said in one of his super drunk phases, that he builds this house for his girl, well he didn’t actually state her name, but in that time, she was still his girlfriend. But, it turns out she didn’t even intervene on a single thing, instead he peeked at Y/N’s Pinterest board, on their joint account, called ‘Future Home Inspo’ which made her super mad at him because he stole her ideas. However, she secretly thanked Harry because there is no way she could make her ‘dream home’ happen at any time soon, she still has to pay her university tuition which is where almost all of her money gone.

“Ask me any question you want, ‘M ready.” He stated while taking her legs on his lap, this is their usual position when they are talking in his bungalow, they can talk for hours there which usually made Anne, Harry’s mum, shakes her head when they see them in his bungalow, they really honestly can just stay there for days if it wasn’t because of Anne who usually told them to eat or finish what they were talking about.  

“I don’t even know where to start, maybe just tell me what happened?” she asked, then picked some of the French fries that Harry has prepared prior her arrival,

“To be completely honest, love. I don’t even know either. I remember the fight on the way to the airport, we were arguing about how she does not want me to take any business calls on this vacation, but then Jeff called, said there’s some emergency which I obviously picked up, and then she rambled on about how I never made her my priority; said that my priority has always been my family– which is normal, and then work, then you and her. Which then I told her it’s impossible for you to be in the same level as her because I consider you family, and the next thing that I know is that she canceled the trip and broke up with me,” Harry explained all of that with such ease, that she almost cannot believe that is the only thing that happened,

“Is that all?” she asked in disbelief, still trying to get as much information as she can,

“Well, she kind of called you some names and I told her that I’m not very happy with that, right before she canceled the trip, but that’s all,” Harry said with such ease and then took some fries and dip them into his organic ketchup which Y/N hates the most,

“You guys broke up because of me?” Y/N asked she was startled a bit, trying to hold her laughter,

“Oi, you’re laughing over my pain and I’m over here a meanie, you are,” he slapped her foot jokingly, “Well, no, not really. We’ve been having some arguments for the past months, not that big that could cost us our relationship, but I think it just kind of, I don’t know? Piled up until that day and we both kind of had enough, you know?”

“I’m kind of stupid, you know?” he continued, still playing with his fries, “she was– I don’t know, she was mean. I could never get into her head, she wanted me to do this and then she asked me to do that. It’s kind of control, I don’t like that. She knew how much work means to me, yet she asked me to stop? I’ve never told you this before, because I didn’t want you to worry, but that time when I almost canceled my tour, that night in Japan, it was not because I was sick, it was because she told me that if I didn’t go home she would break up with me,” he might not show it, but Y/N knows that he was hurting, hell, he still is. He keeps his head down, still playing with his fries,

“I was too dumb to see that she was toxic. Jeff told me that he wouldn’t let me jeopardize my career for her, but what I did was yell at him, felt bad, gave him a week off after, that’s why he went to Fuji without me. Then, Jeff threatened me that if I go home, he would tell you what actually happened, I was going to lie to you.” He looked at her in an apologetic way, which she replied with a smile, there’s nothing to be sorry for,

“You’re not stupid, H. You were naïve. You told me that she was your first love, didn’t you?” She asked him, which then he answered with,

“No, she wasn’t, I don’t think so. But, she was my longest, I took a lot of effort to be with her, thought this was gonna be the last, y’know?”

“Well, okay. You invested a lot in her, you wanted to think that she’s all that, of course. You wanted her to be what you imagined the love of your life would be to the point where you didn’t want to see the toxic that she brought into your life. I didn’t say anything to you before, because I want you to know what it feels like, to be heartbroken, so you know what not to see in your future relationship. You’ve seen too many romcoms and read so many unrealistic books. You never expected your life falling apart on your bedroom floor the day you know that it was over. And the worst part is, you never would’ve guessed that after all the love you gave her, she would leave,” Y/N let Harry shifted, putting his head on her lap,

“The day I found you crying on your bedroom floor was the worst day of my life. I wanted to run to her house, slap her, break her nose and tell her that’s what she gets for breaking my best friend’s heart. But I didn’t, because I know that sooner or later she would’ve felt sorry for herself for losing you.” She continued playing with his hair, even just remembering the day that events occurred hurts her so much, seeing her best friend laying on the floor, crying because the love of his life left and he just realized how toxic their relationship was,

“You were going to propose, weren’t you?” she asked out of nowhere,

“I was, I chose a ring. Was going to pick it up after the vacation, but she broke up with me, well, that saved me a hundred thousand dollars,” he chuckled which then received a slap on his head, “what the hell was that for?” he strokes his head,

“A hundred thousand dollars? I’m going to fucking kill you if it was a Winston ring,” she was ready to slap his head again,

“It was, I’m sorry, no more slap, you meanie. It hurts.” He was still trying to cover his head from being slapped,

“I swear to God; did you took a peek on my Pinterest account again? Harry, I hate you and I’m going to make another account. Private.” She said, pinching his shoulder, which then was replied by a slap on her lap,

“I know, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Harry tried to duck his head, too afraid to get another slap on his head, “now back to the real problem,”

“I really want it to be her you know? But, I worked so hard to be where I am now and I’m not, and will not let someone take that from me. I just couldn’t, y’know?” he continued, burying his head on Y/N’s lap, trying to hide his face from her,

“I know, love, I know. I’m so sorry this happened to you,” she started playing with his hair, trying to calm him down, it breaks her heart seeing him this broken, even after 8 months, this shows how much impact his ex has over him,

“And it sucks because I can’t talk to my mum, I don’t want to disappoint her,” he played with the string of her sweater which she slapped his hand later on,

“No one is disappointed in you, Harry. It’s your relationship, it’s between you and her, everyone’s feeling? They don’t matter.” Harry is still trying to hide his face on her lap, she knows he doesn’t want her to see him upset, he knows how she feels about that, she made it clear long time ago,

“You really did love her, didn’t you?” he swore he can see her choke for a second before manipulating it into a cough,

“I did,” he replied, “I really did love her.” He replied while carefully watching her reaction, she didn’t, she didn’t react, not even a flinch, but he swears he saw her choked. “Stop looking at me like that, you minx,” she slapped his face jokingly,

“Then stop looking at me with pity,” he said, slapping her thigh while chuckling,

“I am not, you dum-dum,” at least not to him, it wasn’t a look of pity for him, it was a look of pity of herself, there he is, laying on her lap, yet he isn’t hers. Not once, not ever. In fact, there she was, with him, while his heart was somewhere else with a girl that doesn’t deserve it.

“Are you,” she hesitated, “are you hungry?” she asked while moving his face from her lap,

“Not really, are you?” he stands up, fixing the wrinkles on his shirt,

“Is that what you really wanted to ask?” Harry asked, confusion on his face,

“Yeah, why?” she asked, confusion also in her face. Harry laughed because he really thought she was going to ask something important.

“Stop it, let’s go,” she left him at the bungalow and walked into his house to get something to eat.

But that’s not what she wanted to ask, hell no, why would she ask whether he was hungry or not when he was just having his dinner before she came, when he finished all the fries that he brought, Harry has a big appetite but she’s not dumb to think that he has that big of an appetite.

She almost slapped herself because of how dumb she is, why can’t she just ask the question? Just a seven-word question ended with a question mark, but she knew damn well she is afraid of the answer. She wasn’t afraid to ask him the question, she was afraid of the answer. She wanted to ask, Are you ever going back to her?

What would you do if she ever apologizes?

But the one question that she fears the answer the most are the one she wanted to ask the most, yet she is frightened about the answer, the thought about what his answer might be filling her with dread,

Are you still in love with her?

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[klanceincorrect]

Based on 10 things I hate about you

“Come on lance please do this one thing for me" lance groaned looking at Adam "I cant date Shiro if Keith isn't dating" he rolled his eyes "I'll pay you, I know how much you need the money" lance sighed softly looking at Adam "Shiro wouldn't go for you... you're a bit to much emo" Adam scoffed slightly "I'm not that emo, just... please" Adam pretty much begged "okay fine! But I'm not going to enjoy this."

Adam smiled softly sitting down across from Lance "thank you so much, I promise you I'll pay you like big time" "you better I need the money for my little brother" Adam smiles softly nodding "Okay go woo Keith" "how am I suppose to do that?" "I don't know you're Lance McClain you'll woo him" Adam patted his head softly then walking away.

"If I could I'd punch him" Lance mumbled to himself sighing softly looking down at his paper work.

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Day one

Lance bit down on his lip looking around the music store, he knew Keith hanged out here he's been crushing maybe on Keith for awhile.

He sighed softly seeing Keith looking at records he walked towards him a little nervous "panic at the disco?" Lance looked at Keith "good choice" Keith looked up raising his eyebrow "Uh... yeah they're pretty good" "I suggest you listen to high hopes if you haven't already it's one of my favorites" "wait you're a fan?" "What you're surprise a jock likes panic at the disco?" "Maybe a little" Keith smiled softly "you're lance right? From chemistry" "yes and we have more classes you know that right?" "Now I do" Keith smiled softly.

"You're pretty nice for a jock" Keith teased "oh I'm sorry, next time I'll make sure to call you a nerd" lance joked as Keith giggled "noted, I'll make sure to look like a nerd" "would you.. maybe want to go on a date with me?" "A date? With a jock? Hm maybe" Keith smiled "thought you were dating Nyma" "god no, James is dating Nyma how dare you mistaken me with that rat" Keith started to laugh "oh wow, a rat I guess I can go on a date with you only because you called James a rat though"

･ﾟ: *✧

week four

"And here's your money thank you for doing this" Adam mumbled looking around as Lance sighed taking the money he doesn't feel good about doing this but he needs the money.

"It's whatever" lance shrugged his shoulders "well I gotta go, going on a date with Keith" "good luck with that" lance nodded his head walking away.

later

Lance smirked throwing a balloon full of paint at Keith "DAMN IT LANCE" Lance started to laugh looking over at Keith "what? I'm innocent here" Keith grabbed a balloon "oh no you don't" Keith smirked running towards lance "KEITH I SWEAR TO GOD BACK OFF" Keith giggled, grabbing Lance's hand dropping the balloon on his hair "oh great now I'm gonna have blue hair" Keith shrugged his shoulders "you'll be hot either way."

Lance shook his head cupping Keith's cheeks, he pressed his lips against Keith's smiling against his lips then pulling away leaning his forehead against Keith's "you're lucky that you're cute" he mumbled.

Keith grins pecking his lips softly "yeah I am pretty lucky to have you as my boyfriend."

･ﾟ: *✧

asking out for prom

"I don't want it to be to cheesy Adam what should I do?" Adam rolled his eyes "um... you're starting to fall for him huh?" "Shut up just help me?" "Okay fine I'll help you."

"Why don't you just ask him though?" Adam asked raising his brow "because Keith deserves to be asked romantically" "what's his favorite song?" Lance rolled his eyes smiling "it's the sound by the 1975" "that's not emo" "that's what I told him!"

"Well I got an Idea you can do, during lunch he's usually drawing and Shiro will be there and this is super romantic so why don't you just sing him the song even if you suck he'll love it" "you're amazing! Oh my god Adam I could kiss you right now" "please don't you aren't my type" "excuse you I'm everyone's type" "not mine" Lance scoffed playfully.

"Okay well practice for a week and then surprise him with the song he'll love it" "thank you Adam I'll do it" Lance grinned "I'm gonna start practicing now thank you again" "of course you dork!"

A week later

"You can do this" Lance mumbled to himself he bit down on his lip a guitar in his hands, he started to look around then spotting lance he took a deep breath walking towards him as he started to play the guitar he was only going to sing a few lines and that's it.

"Well I know when you're around 'cause i know the sound. I know the sound, of your heart. Well I know when you're around 'cause I know the sound. I know the sound, of your heart" Lance sanged looking towards Keith once he finished singing he stopped in front of Keith knowing they're were eyes on them by now.

"Keith Akira Kogane, you're amazing and I want to take you to prom there's no one else that can replace you honestly so please I will literally get on the roof top to ask you will you go to prom" Keith stood up his cheeks bright red "I can't believe you right now" he mumbled but he nodded his head "yes I'll go to prom with you" there was cheering in the background as Lance pressed a soft kiss to his lips once he pulled away he grins "would you like to sit with us?" Keith asked smiling "finally I get to hang with the cool kids" "aren't you a jock?" "yeah a very lame one"

Lance put down the guitar sitting down pulling Keith on his lip grinning wrapping his arms around his waist "hi Shiro" "hi lance so that was romantic" "well if you know me you know how much I love romance" "it's true he made me watch like five romance movies" "and you cried" "shh Shiro can't know I have emotions" he said jokingly.

After awhile Keith got up "I'll be right back I have to talk to James about our project" Keith turned to Shiro "don't scare my boyfriend away, I'm warning you" Shiro raised his hands "I make no promises" "don't worry he could never scare me away" Lance smiled blowing him a kiss as Keith walked away grinning "hey Lance?" "yeah?" "thank you.. for making him happy I haven't seen him this happy in awhile he use to get played with and he just hated himself always beat himself up about it" Lance frowned slightly if he didn't feel guilty he does now more than ever "he deserves the best" Lance mumbled looking at Keith... he's so beautiful "you know you said that out loud right?" "said what?" Lance's heart started to beat faster than ever "that he's beautiful, you've got it bad" Lance bit down on his lip "maybe a little."

･ﾟ: *✧

"You still haven't told him, Keith?" Keith frowned slightly nodding "I just been to nervous to tell him my situation" "you're gonna have to tell him sooner" "i know I was planning on telling him tonight or whatever" "you know whatever happens tonight you're still a manly man and Lance can shove it if he says otherwise" "I'm going to be fine Shiro" "so why did you decided to tell him on prom night?" "because... I don't know"

Keith sighed softly "I think I'm falling for him.. it's scary" Shiro smiled softly "I know it is, but you're going to be alright there was meant for heartbreaks just remember that" "I think I'll pass" Keith looked over at Shiro "aren't you suppose to be getting ready for the prom?" Keith raised his eyebrow "yeah you're right I am but I just wanted to check up on you... you look amazing Lance is going to freak!" "okay well hurry and get ready before Adam gets here" he chuckled softly.

then there was a knock on the door "Lance is here are you ready?" Keith took a deep breath nodding his head. 

He walked out of the room then walked down stairs biting down on his lip nervously "don't worry you look amazing" his foster mom spoke one Keith reached the bottom of the steps his cheeks turn bright red as he noticed his boyfriend staring at him "I look bad don't I, I say we totally ditch prom" Keith's foster mom rolled her eyes "shut up you look fine he's speechless" "you look more than fine... you look handsome holy cow" Keith smiled walking towards Lance "picture time" "oh god... please no pictures."

Lance pulled Keith close to his chest kissing his cheek "let your mom have this plus my mom said if I don't have photos she'll kill me" "okay fine only for your safety though" Keith smiled softly.

at the dance

Keith took a deep breath giving Lance's hand a soft squeeze "um Lance?" "yeah sweet heart?" they both stopped on the top of the stairs Lance looked over at Keith frowning slightly "hey what's wrong?" "nothing I just... I need to tell you something important."

Lance smiled softly "okay that's fine, you don't need to tell me though" "I know but you deserve to know about this okay?" "are you secretly pregnant and I'm some how the father" Lance joked Keith chuckled nervously "no... you weirdo anyways just promise me you won't leave.." "of course I won't leave you" he frowned slightly kissing his temple softly "take your time on telling me" Keith took a deep breath "I'm not... normal I was born as a girl" he bit down on his lip looking down at his shoes they seemed more interesting some how "um... when I was five I hated being called a girl and I hate having long hair the list goes I was diagnosed with gender dysphoria turns out I'm transgender and people usually think I'm a freak and such this is really hard some times I look in the mirror and I just want to claw at my chest i hate it." 

Lance grabbed Keith's hand giving it a soft squeeze "hey... it's okay I like you no matter what you being transgender isn't going to change that" he gave his hand a soft kiss "you have nothing to worry about, how about we dance and I show you my moves" Keith smiled nodding his head.

Lance lead them to the dance floor for awhile Keith and Lance danced "okay no I'll show you my razzle dazzle time" "oh god.. please no" Keith giggled grabbing Lance's hands kissing them softly "I'm gonna go get a drink you want anything?" "no I'm fine thank you though I'm sure Adam will talk to me soon" Keith nodded his head walking away.

After awhile Adam walked to Lance grinning "hey how you've been?" "oh hey Adam I've been good I have Keith and all" Lance shrugged his shoulders "you really falling for him" "just a little" Lance mumbled looking away blushing.

"Anyways I'll have your money after tomorrow, thank you for dating Keith" "what?" Lance eye's widen slightly turning around "wait Keith-" tears went down Keith's cheeks, he poured his drink on Lance's head gasps heard everywhere "fuck you, McClain" Keith mumbled pushing pass Lance "damn it" Lance mumbled "I'm so sorry I shouldn't have said that" "he would've found out sooner anyways" Lance bit down on his lip tearing up slightly "I'm gonna go after him" he then ran after Keith "wait Keith!" he yelled grabbing his wrist turning him around, his heart breaking even more seeing Keith like this he really fucked this up.

"I never thought you we're like the other jocks but you proved me wrong" "please let me explain" "I hate you so much, I never want to speak to you ever so just... leave me alone okay?" "please Keith... I don't want to lose you" "should've thought of that before you fucking got paid to date me... you fucked up big time I can't believe you" Keith pulled his wrist away shoving Lance "you just wanted to play with my heart, right? Because you heard I'm so damn easy? Well you did it Lance congratulations you fucking played me and I fell every word you said" a sob left his lips "just... don't okay? I've had enough of being played with."

Lance frowned as he saw Keith walk away from him, he bit down on his lip a tear slipping down on his cheek.

･ﾟ: *✧

"Keith what happened" "I told you I don't want to talk about it okay?" Keith bit down on his lip looking down at his food sighing softly "I'm not hungry" "please eat I'm not letting you start this habit again" "it wasn't a habit" "Keith, I've known you forever when you get your heartbroken you start a habit of not eating please just eat" Keith sighed taking a few bites.

"Did he break things off because you told him?" Shiro asked looking at him "you know I won't leave you alone until you tell me" "ugh, can you just fucking leave it alone" Keith bit down on his lip "no because he hurt you" Keith looked at Shiro.

He teared up slightly "I started to fall for him" he mumbled "I didn't want to but I fucking did turns out Lance was paid to date me" "what?" "yeah... he was paid" "by who?" Keith couldn't tell Shiro it was Adam he was finally happy with him they deserved each other "he doesn't matter what matter is Lance broke my fucking heart and... I just he tried explaining or whatever" Keith mumbled "well did you let him?" "fuck no he was paid to date me there's no explanation" "maybe you should talk to him?" "who's side are you on?" "no one's... I saw the way he looked at you" "with disgust?" "he looked at you the way mom looked at dad before she passed away" Shiro bit down on his lip "he looked in love" "I don't believe you" "you don't have to but I'm sure he loves you" Shiro shrugged his shoulders "people deserve a second chance that's all.. just eat please?" Keith nodded as Shiro got up "well I'm gonna go to sleep if I find out you didn't eat I'm telling Lance" "okay fine whatever"

･ﾟ: *✧

"okay who would like to read their poetry first?" Keith bit down on his lip raising his hand "I will" "okay Keith whenever you're ready" he took a deep breath standing up meeting eyes with Lance then looking away looking down at his paper standing up.

"I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right." Keith looked up seeing Lance tear up slightly his heart breaking a little bit, he started to tear up "I h-hate when you lie, I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry" Keith took a shaky breath "I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you."

He bit down on his lip staring at Lance "not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all" he sat back down biting down on his lip he can't stand this "Mr. Coran may I be excused" "um.. sure of course" Keith nodded grabbing his stuff running out of the classroom.

"WAIT KEITH" He stopped in his track why can't he just leave him alone "please talk to me... I called several times just let me explain myself" Keith turned around seeing bags under his eyes his hair messed up "you were dared..." "no I was paid... which doesn't excuse it please let me speak" "why should I, you played me" "the thing is I didn't I fell for you okay I mean look at me I'm a mess just like you are" Lance sighed softly tugging on his hair tearing up slightly "I f-fucked up" he stuttered out "and I don't want you to pity me but I needed the money my brother... he has cancer and I just needed the money to do the surgery so I can save him"

he sighed softly "he means the world to me and it was scary me getting paid to date you wasn't right but Adam knew how despreate I was and he really likes Shiro but couldn't date him unless you dated someone and he knew how much I liked you" Lance bit down on his lip looking down "I remember the first day I saw you... you had your stupid mullet but you also was wearing this long sweatshirt I'm pretty sure it was Shiros and you were wearing your grey beanie trying to hide that damn mullet" Lance chuckled softly "you were also wearing your ripped black jeans and converse that had nasa all over it" Keith looked at him shocked "you remember that?" "of course you were so cute I wanted to talk to you but didn't know how to" he bit down on his lip.

“I’m sorry... I fucked up and I don't deserve a second chance at all but here I am asking for a second chance"

･ﾟ: *✧

"YOU DIDNT" Keith yelled as Lance smirked holding out the tickets "I was planning taking you anyways but... it's front row to your favorite band will you go with me?" "um fuck yes I will" Keith grins "this doesn't mean I forgive you" Lance shrugged his shoulders "vip also" "no fucking way please tell me you aren't joking" "I'm not joking you deserve it" "I could kiss you" "I'm ready whenever you are" Lance puckered his lips.

Keith rolled his eyes cupping his cheeks pecking his lips softly "I still hate you" "yeah that's perfectly fine, I hate your mullet it's fair" Keith laughed softly "it's not even a mullet."

Lance rolled his eyes "whatever you say, mullet" he teased him wrapping his arms around his waist pulling him closer "but seriously do I get a second chance because I wanted this to be a date" Keith cooed slightly "okay this can be a date and depending how great this date goes I might forgive you" Lance smiled "I'll yell on the roof top how much I love you" "please don't do that" "only if you don't forgive me after the date" he teases Keith groaned resting his forehead against Lance's chest "okay fuck you, but I can't wait when is it?" "it's in three months be ready to be razzel dazzle" "I swear if you say that again I'm never calling you boyfriend again"

"I knew you have a soft spot for me" Lance grins kissing his forehead softly "okay but seriously I'm sure you'll have an amazing day" Lance pecked his lips softly.

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[namelessstoryteller]

I'm not like her other friends

Recently got a message from friend I'm calling Linn. Linn was my first friend when I started High School, and I made friends with Anna and Joe, who were her childhood friends, and a chick I chatted to in homeroom named Freda, who was Linn's bff.

Two events started the downfall from me getting kicked out of this group. I felt like a taxi driver while driving Linn and Freda around on Halloween, and mentioned to Linn, hey I don't like being a third wheel afterwards. So whenever she brought up hanging out with Freda, as I was the only friend with a car, I always rejected it. The second was I brought us tickets to Impractical Jokers, our fav show that was touring in our town that year. She agreed to pay me back the 70 over time. This was the only time I ever asked her for money in the 6 to 7 years of friendship.

Linn never had much money so I hung with her and brought the tickets, the food, and the events. I hung out with her because I could always make her laugh and loved our shared interests.

However, turns out everything that was said, was shared between Joe, Freda, family, and others. I got a bf and wanted to ask her yknow girl/perverted questions, I wanted a conversation about this stuff with her as we been friends for years and I only knew her attempts at relationships. I made her feel uncomfortable with this open conversation. I apologized but I learned this was shared with everyone and I was a bad friend for not noticing the signs.

A group chat was formed later on, with Joe, Freda, Linn, rando, and a chick named Iris. I knew Iris but I really don't know what side she was on throughout this whole thing, she had conversations with both of us and sent me screenshots from Linn, so I suspect she did the same for Linn. I made a comment, like "what up b*tches" and that fucking broke Freda. Apparently I hated her and it was aimed at her. And Im insensitive (which is a bit true but I have said worst, and Linn brings this up a lot later on).

I wanted an overnight hangout for spring break, I invited Linn, Joe, his gf, Anna, Iris. Linn knew I smoked and drank, but due to the friend group, I was never planning on bringing those items along. They didnt know I only invited them, my bestie, and a HS friend. Only Iris ever drank. Only my bestie smoked.

After hearing no, I gave up and just went to the hotel with my best friend and our HS friend. I had a good time playing uno. But Linn asked to hang that night and I told her I was doing this as I had planned a long time ago.

Apparently I got blocked from the friend group (i had it muted so I never noticed), i only noticed when I got invited back and saw the messages.

"That's so messed up of you S to leave one of your real friends whose been there for you" said iris.

It been planned for a long time, it was even planned with everyone in mind.

"I don't wanna start anything bc she'll just try 2 play the victim lol" "I don't trust her with alcohol and weed. But now I kinda don't trust her with a lot of things" "I mean if you look how Savannah grew up, you see why she is the way she is...." "I didn't like her mom the moment I saw her"

No, I had party friends and a pothead cousin. The mom comment is because my mom smokes cigarettes and Linn hated the smell and called her mom to leave my house. And I moved to my grandparents years later.

"She's reckless and tbh I'm sorry to say this but she is also kind of a hoe" said Joe. The same guy who wanted me to sleep with him when I had a bf for over a year. And he even said if I slept with him (while having a gf) that he would put in a good word. Linn agrees "I only want to find a bf and sleep with him. Not sleep with the whole town"

"Ig when I hang with her again I don't want drama but I have 2 talk 2 her maybe steer her on the right path maybe she's secretly sad. And puts her pain into weed and drinking"

No, when Im sad, I talk to you or my bestie, but then that gets shared to everyone so I stopped talking to you about my feelings.

I don't remember when this happened, but I made a comment about her oversized bra as she had tiny chachas. My mistake. Everyone has body issues, and that was hers, and I spent an hour apologizing as sometimes I do run my mouth. I just felt like the bra didn't mean much if it wasnt padded, but just there for air for her body type.

Through months of talking. Getting mad at each other. Stopped talking. Unfriending each other. Of how Im not like her other friends. We agreed on a movie. I sent her a msg at 10am asking if 10pm was a good time to go see a random movie, she read the message. I never got a message back until 9pm saying she was ready. I told her, dude message me sooner I thought you ignored me and got ready for bed. And she got mad I didn't tell her I got ready for bed while she was prepared to go out. I said it's a movie we can reschedule, it's too late to drive to her home and movies especially when it's opening night. This, of course, got her mad. I said Im sorry for the miscommunication on my part.

I heard back from her 3 days later, 4 days before the Impractical Jokers. "Are you still taking me to Impractical jokers?" At this point, I'm over these issues and her so I finally stood for a battle.

I replied, "Linn, how things are looking like right now, probably not. And I don't really feel bad since it wasnt paid." I told her I didn't want to because she more focus on the tickets when we still had last arguement.

She had 5 dollars, I told her at least 25 (not even half the price but it was something) or least try to pay me in small amounts. She said she was saving up for something so 15 at most, and I repiled like you tried saving up for these tickets.

She said "Ur like my only friend who wants me 2 pay back a concert ticket. Everyone else has brought it out of just being nice. But I did agree to pay back $70 which tbh is too much. So I said $15 but Idek bc rn I have $5" "U want me 2 ask ppl hey can u give me money bc my friend wants me 2 pay her back 4 a concert? They aint gonna do that Bc they're gonna say that's ur friend's problem"

It's your problem, Linn. Not mine.

She said this should be her bday gift, and when I brought up how much I spent on her throughout the years, she said "you never had to and Plus u should kinda do that out of being a good friend not do it 4 money btw....but now ik not 2 ask u 4 shit bc ur gonna want me 2 pay u back 4 it. I wouldn't want u 2 pay me back but that's just me 💁💁"

She msg me on my phone. Went through the cycle of her saying hey I can make payments now, and me saying it's too late since I already invited someone else, "Im money hungry/i never apologized", she had family issues and is broke, stop bringing up things in the past she already apologized for (when she brought up things I apologized for). How she kept me as a friend, how loyal she was, when all of her friends and family told her to drop me, who knew every single bad detail about me, every bad secret. Yes, this came up a lot during our disputes. Even when I told her I didn't care what her friends thought cuz I wanted just us talking.

I thought we liked to hang out together, but maybe it was just me who enjoyed those times. She always wanted someone else there. Anna, Iris and Joe I was okay with just in small amounts because of gas. Plus, those guys never had money either and I can only pay for so many. Maybe I was her friend because I had a car and okay with spending money.

So yes, I'm the bad apple. I've been living with the same guy for the last two and a half years, clean from weed for the last one and a half (bf told his dad he would stay clean, i only smoked because i was always offered some by others), drinking once a month.

And then Linn messaged me on my bday, happy birthday we should hang out with anna she misses you!

Uhuh. Sure. Maybe someday.

Sorry I had to rant since apparently I always saw myself as the victim. I did fuck up with the uncomfortable questions and bra comment. I felt I had these conversations with my other friends, so why not with the friend I had for the longest. But the movie ticket, like come on seriously?

Tl;dr toxic friendship turned bad, got witchhunted by my "friends" and money hungry for a ticket I brought.

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