#Her parents had no say in this btw!! I swear they are good people i will draw them soon

[mayaflowerxs]

hi hun, if you dont mind can you make a fic of jaemin being all crazy for y/n but it starts off with them just sexting n dry humping till he goes all crazy for her. btw! i loved the affair series would love to see dream ver. :)

CRAZY IN LOVE

Synopsis: It was stupid really, you were bored and treated the app as a joke. You just never would have thought the man you began sexting would be your best friends boyfriend and at that an obsession beginning to develop.

Warning: Smut / Fluffish? / Angst . Swear word usage, Serious!Jaemin x Shy!Reader. Toxic relationship, pick me best friend, cheating,TW! mention of suicide, conflicted feelings. Reader is a bit of a push over + character development. Takes place in college. Blue: Jaemin, Pink:Reader

A/N: Hi love! Hope you enjoy and thank u sm! I haven’t considered making one for dream but maybe after I’m done I may think about it!

Pairing: Jaemin x fem reader

You felt like a shit person. You hate fake people, players even and yet here you are doing the very thing you despise. Being bored isn’t a good enough justification for it, your interest was peaked the second you scrolled by the app in the App Store. A cold rainy day that left you alone, cold and in the dark of your dorm. Roommate was out doing god knows what, your best friend could never really be cooped up for long. The cold rain drops fell on your window that laid beside your bed. Tiktok wasn’t interesting, no movies on any movie platform seemed to catch your focus. Wednesday playing in the background for the sake of keeping the room completely dark and silent.

‘HEARTSTRING, the best most popular app for young adults ready for a relationship!’

What harm could it be if you tried out the app right? It’s not like anything bad could really come out of it.

“And so I was like, Beverly you have to stop shitting around and like fucking cut the chord. He’s not interested in you anymore. I mean yeah have we been having a bit of flirty banter here and there, sure but-“

The chitter chatter of his girlfriend talking his ear off began to muffle as Jaemin focuses his attention on his cell phone. He wasn’t exactly in the best mood, it’s fucking cold outside. His thick jacket he brought with now currently wrapped around his girlfriend because of the refusal she had to bring her own. Currently sitting inside a vegan restaurant and a $50 dish that isn’t all that appetizing and fulfilling. With an hour worth of talking of all the boring shit his girlfriend has to ramble about, he feels it’s the least bit understandable he’s decided to do something he wants to do. Be on his phone.

His social battery only down by its last percentage, a small frown on his face as he scrolls through his feed. Boring and bland, only a small story of Jeno’s in which him and the boys were currently playing the newest game. Months and months of hyping it up, waiting for its release and Jaemin is wasting his time on his 30th date. By now, his bank account is about ready to burst. A cry for help he swears he hears each time he picks up his wallet. Stopping midway scroll when an ad appears, ‘HEARTSTRING!’

Taking a quick glance up at his girlfriend and sees she’s still rambling on about girl drama as she continues to take pictures of her salad and posting them online. To say his relationship with Nayoung was perfect would be the furthest from the truth. If anything, he still doesn’t quite understand how he managed to get in the relationship in the first place. What was suppose to be a quick fling, resulted in Nayoung telling the entire school they were together. Her parents were quick in wanting to get to meet him, a very serious talk from her father had chills running up his arms. “Don’t you even dare hurt my little girl. You don’t know what I’m capable of son.” He’s tried to think of ways to get out of that situation but it’s only gotten worse when Nayoung got in touch with his parents. The thrill look on their faces when they were told their oldest son was finally in a committed relationship. Jaemin felt that maybe he would always be stuck.

And if that was the case, he might as well still have fun if he can’t walk away from her.

Setting up your account came to be really easy. You plan to delete the app by the end of the night, you’re not looking for something seriously and so far the app itself doesn’t look that serious either. It seemed everything was anonymous for the most part. With only using real descriptions and names, not personal pictures are to be added and instead icons. An app for anonymous chatting. For a while it seemed it was a scam, nothing good was happening other than the constant liking of each profile that propped up for you. You weren’t looking for anything specific, you just wanted to have a conversation and just as you were about to log out and delete it. A notification popped up.

na.jaemin0813 is typing…

Hey

Hello…

Did you get the app out of boredom as well?

It’s like we’re one mind

Guess we were meant to be ;)

Haha cheeky

You know it babe

So tell me, what’s your favorite conspiracy theory you can discuss for hours

Ooh getting serious are we?

Chatting with Jaemin didn’t seem so bad. In fact, you’ve come to enjoy your conversation with him, you didn’t expect it to go on longer than anticipated.

“Y/n im home!” You hear your best friend say as she closes the door behind her. Turning off your phone before you can receive the next message Jaemin was about to send you, a figure appears by your door way. “I’m fucking exhausted.” She huffs as she drops the many bags of clothes. A pout on her face as she slumps her shoulders. “Can you make me food, i am in a serious need of a bath.” “I still have some of my left over chicken Alfredo in the fridge-“ “You know I don’t eat left overs.” She makes a disgusted look, “Please! I’ll owe you.” She smiles before wandering off to her room. “You already owe me.” You mumble before getting out of bed and into the kitchen. The running water is heard a few minutes later with the sound of music playing soon afterwards. As you let the water boil for the pasta, you get back on your phone.

Where have you gone darling?

Already missing me ?

Given you’re someone who isn’t all that dry, who wouldn’t be?

So am I safe to assume you haven’t had great chats recently?

You’re the only one who hasn’t made the entire conversation about themselves and the many inconveniences in their lives

Ugh, those people are the worst.

The loud obnoxious singing of your best friend is what interrupted your conversation with him. Focusing back on her dinner as she spent the next hour an a half in the bath.

A sigh escapes Jaemin as he waits for the three dots to appear before exiting out of the app and moving on. The loud yelling of the guys are heard as he enters his dormitory. Busying themselves on whatever video game they’ve bought lately, “On your right!” Haechan exasperates. Taking the seat next to him, Jaemin had kicked off his shoes and rested them on top of the coffee table. “Oh you’re back!” He hears Jisung’s voice as soon as he entered the small living room. “Were you in my room?“. Shrugging his shoulders, he lifts up the cup of ramen in his hand. “You stash them in your room, finally found them.” “Yeah it’s exactly why I stashed them.” He shakes his head, hearing a notification from his phone he lifts it up only to frown when he sees it was Nayoung.

“I’m guessing the date didn’t go well?” Jisung asks. “She’s so high maintenance.” He sighs before closing his eyes and rubs his temple. “Why don’t you break up with her?” Haechan asks him, half of his attention on the flat screen tv. “Because if I break up with her, her father will break my face I thought I told you already?” “Oh right- move you fuck!” Getting off the couch, Jaemin walks over to the kitchen table and takes a seat keeping the maknae company.

Lets go out tomorrow!

Shutting his phone off, Jaemin doesn’t bother responding back. Mentally and socially drained to respond. “I’ll be in my room.” He murmurs not bothering to get a response back. The door to his room gets closed behind him, falling on his bed as he feels himself about to drowse off until he hears another notification go off.

So do you study?

Third year in college :)

Really? Where?

Seoul National University.

No way really? I go there too!

We should get together sometime.

Already desperate to get to know me?

Yeah well, I’d like to be able to see the face I’m talking to instead of a screen.

Mm I don’t know…

Oh come on, are you gonna make me work for it?

Yep

Meanie :(

As the days went by the two of you have constantly texted the other. To the point people began to notice, “why are you always on your phone?” You best friend half heartedly asked one day, on her own as she busies scrolling through her feed. Eyes rolling when she sees one of her ‘friends’ post a picture. “Told her she looked ugly in that photo, can’t believe she still posted it. Eh, A+ for confidence i guess.”

Peeking over her screen she frowns when she notices you didn’t even bother answering her question. Instead, a smile on your face as you continue to text Jaemin. It’s been an entire week since you downloaded the app, an entire week since you began texting Jaemin and a week since you’ve been this lonely looking person. It made Nayoung wonder, you were never this preoccupied with your phone. If anything you never used it mainly because you didn’t have much going other than movies and tiktok. But this, no this can’t be a romcom or TikTok’s doing. “Oh my god!”

Jumping back startled, you look at her shocked face. “You’re seeing someone!” Scoffing, you shake your head and set your phone down. “Am not.” “So why did you set your phone facing down. Mphm?” “I always do that.” Stopping momentarily, Nayoung can’t tell if you were telling the truth. Unlike you, she isn’t that observant, she can’t even remember your birthday and only hopes she hasn’t missed it yet. “Don’t change the subject! Now tell me, who is it.” “No one-“ Poking you with her chopsticks, she leans closer. “Now, now it’s been AGES since your last relationship and we both know how that ended. Just want to see how this one’s like” A small pang was felt in your heart, you didn’t like to remember it. Your last boyfriend only used you to get closer to Nayoung. It hurt to know he didn’t even like you not once throughout your relationship. Broken up with him and getting the reassurance from your best friend is what got you through it.

“He’s not like that-“ “Aha! So you are seeing someone!” Sighing, you smile shyly at her. “Not really seeing if I have never met him. We only started texting each other. It’s only been a week.” You say with a small smile. A ding is heard and you were quick to check, a small chuckle escapes you and you’re entire focus was now back on your phone. You miss the small scowl your best friend has on her face. She wondered who this boy was, how is it that you didn’t tell her when all of this was happening? A bitterness began to bubble inside of her but she keeps it on the low and instead grabs the dishes and puts them in the sink.

“I’m going out, me and Jaemin got a date.” She says loud enough for you to hear her. “K have fun.” You say lowly, eyes still on your screen. Giving you one last glance, she makes her way out.

“Jaemin, are you even paying attention to me?” She huffs annoyedly at her boyfriend. “Of course I am.” He quickly typed out his last text before looking up at her. Rolling her eyes, she huffs and crosses her arms. “Is this how you’re gonna be when you visit my parents?” “Visit?” “Of course, mom has been wanting you to come visit and so I promised her the next time I fly out I’d take you with me! My friend will be coming too of course, poor thing can’t see her parents. It’s this whole drama thing she’s got going on.” She shrugs. Great another weekend ruined.

“Alright see you then.” A grin forms on her face, leaning in for a kiss before she was long gone to do shopping with her friends. Rolling his eyes, Jaemin sits back on his bed and unlocks his phone. His finger hovered over the contact. He wondered what you were up to, he was bored and a little moody that you haven’t texted him yet. Scrolling through your last few messages that he’s noticed have gotten more flirtier over the course of time.

Whatcha doin?

Why, you miss me? :(

Don’t be a brat.

You love it

And you love teasing me smh

Still mad…?

You sent a pic of your boobs while I was in the middle of class

I had blue balls for the rest of the hour

So you don’t want more?

I want you.

Aw what a cutie

I’m not cute I’m hot

Would you like to see?

Photo Sent

The text messages progressively got more flirty, from pictures of abs and cleavages. You made sure your face was no where in view of the camera. You don’t know where this confidence came from. You never sent such pictures before, and yet never would you have thought to begin sexting a stranger you met online.

Fuck y/n, I need to see you.

I’m sure your hand can keep you company

Fucking meanie

;)

“Y/n! I need help packing I just bought new clothes and I need your help making an outfit out of them!” You hear Nayoung enthusiastically shout as she enters the dorm. Slamming the door behind you, opening the camera app you take one last pictures of your chest down, wearing a black corset with a push-up bra you notice Jaemin swoons over. Sending it before shutting your phone off.

A huff is heard as you watch Nayoung drop down all her bags filled with clothes. “Okay tomorrow morning we should be heading down to my fathers cabin alright?” Nodding, she leads you to her room. Two large suitcases are taken out of her closet as she begins taking down all her clothes from the hangers. Looking at herself through the body mirror as she makes distasteful noises each time she comes across an article of clothing she no longer likes.

Do you like torturing me?

Are you fisting yourself rn?

Kinda have no other choice…

Good, go faster for me will ya?

It’ll send you another picture of me. Maybe something more revealing…

“Y/n? You listening?” “Yeah!” Looking from her bed, a large pile of clothes as she poses in the mirror. She peeked through her mirror to see how engrossed you were with your phone. A small frown as she still doesn’t know much about this guy you’ve met. “Beige or cream?” Showing you a scarf she plans to wear, she pretend to think. “Cream, doesn’t wear out your face.” Smiling, she turns around and continues to check herself out. “So who exactly will be going?” Hearing the sound of another text coming from Jaemin, you take a peek to see he had sent a picture of his own.

“Oh just my parents, some childhood friends and my boyfriend. “ “Speaking of boyfriend, will I be meeting this boy you’ve been messaging?” She wiggles her brows. “Nope, I still haven’t met him yet.” You chuckle. “Huh..” she breathes out before posing in front of the mirror. “So how are things with your boyfriend?” you ask. “Things are great! I’m so happy to be with him, he’s so sweet look he even got me this necklace.” Showing you the Diamond necklace you nod, you didn’t know much about this guy. If anything you never met him. It’s ironic how much she’s mentioned him and yet has never said his name. You don’t know how old he is, how he looks. Just that he goes to the same college as the two of you. Nayoung has even tried her best to keep him from entering your dorm. For whatever reason it is, she doesn’t want him coming over. A bit secretive with him really.

“Okay are you packed?” Nodding she smiles. “God you’re so lucky, you don’t have a lot of clothes to choose.” She sighs “ Well, I better get to finishing you don’t have to help me anymore thanks.” Grabbing your phone you close the door to your room behind you and lock it. A gasp escapes you, eyes widening at the nude he sent.

You don’t beat around the bush do ya?

Gotta show you how much you’re affecting me

Cute

My dick is cute?

Your dick looks delicious actually

Then how about you come over n suck it

Yeah but I love torturing you so keep fucking your hand for now.

Damn woman

Jaemin shut off his phone after he seen you left him on read. He was frustrated. Sexually frustrated, it’s humiliating knowing how affected he is by you. He doesn’t care he’s currently humping his pillow pretending it’s you. Chest heaving, a sweaty forehead as he chases after his release. Never has he had to work for someone this much. He would’ve given up and moved on but how could he, something about you entices him. Makes his want more, to go after you no matter the cost. He loves your banter, he loves how much you tease it keeps him on his toes. His hand going faster and faster until finally he felt the warm white liquid fall on his fingers. In the corner of his dark room, he catches his breath. Receiving another message but only groaning when he sees it’s Nayoung.

Can’t wait for tomorrow!

To say you weren’t cranky would be a lie. You knew you’d be getting up early you just underestimated how early. Nayoung isn’t a morning person and to think she would be demanding you to get up at 3 in the morning was the last thing on your mind of possibilities. Sitting in the back of the car as Nayoung claimed she would be picking up her boyfriend on the way. You didn’t mind, if anything you’d be taking the time to catch up on some needed sleep. A large blanket over you, you don’t hear the door to the passenger seat open and close. A smack of lips kissing and a cheerful voice greeting him.

“Is this your friend?” Nodding, she looks back to see you asleep. “Yep, she went back to sleep. She spent all night texting some guy. Kinda starting to think he doesn’t exist.” Raising a brow at her as she whispered the last part. “Whys that?” Shrugging her shoulders, eyes on the road. “She hasn’t mentioned his name, refuses to let me meet him and anytime I ask about him she tries to change the subject.” Jaemin only hums before looking out the window, dark eye bags beginning to become apparent as he too wasn’t exactly in the best mood. His hair was still a bit disheveled and he was only running on two hours of sleep. Guess his girlfriends friend wasn’t the only one up all night texting.

By the time the three of you arrived, you woke up abruptly by the slamming of a door. “Come on y/n we’re here!” You hear Nayoung shout from outside. Stretching and getting out, you’re left with carrying in the rest of the stuff. The cabin was large, only visited a handful of times. Loud voices are heard from the kitchen as Nayoung busies herself greeting the family. Huffing when you drop Nayoung’s heavy luggage inside you bump into someone on accident. “I’m sorry!” Tall and standing before you, Jaemin props his glasses up. Dropping down his bags and sending you a forced smile. “It’s alright.”

“Oh y/n! This is my boyfriend Jaemin!” The two of you freeze. Watching as she walks over to hook her arm around his. A grin on her face as she cuddles close to him. It couldn’t be right? Looking over and seeing he as well seemed tense but he kept a calm face. “H-Hello.” Giggling, she shakes her head. “Always so shy. Jaemin?” Nudging him, he seems to snap out of it. Clearing his throat before doing a quick half assed bow. “Hey.” Looking between the two of you, she makes a face. “Well that wasn’t awkward, anyways. Mom and dad wants to see you so shall we get going? Oh and y/n sorry we didn’t have enough rooms you don’t mind crashing on the couch right?” Shaking your head she smiles. “Great! You can leave your things in my room, you know where they are right?”

Not waiting for a response she drags him into the kitchen where it erupts in greetings. Laughs and giggles are heard, taking a small peek you see her friends are also in there as well. Gawking at him as he respectfully greets them. Sighing, you grab your things and go up the stairs. “Hey y/n do you mind carrying the rest of our luggages? Please, thank you!” Nayoung shouts as you were half way up the stairs.

You felt left out you weren’t going to lie. But then again, when haven’t you. Nayoung has always made it easy to fit in, to make conversation even though most of the time the topic always shifted over to her but overall, it was easy for her to get involved. Not you, it took a while for you to barely start lowering your walls. Just the idea of forcing yourself out of your shell sends shivers. How can you? You get the feeling Nayoung’s childhood friends don’t really like you as they always stare and mutter things under their breaths. And like all the other times you visited, you spent your time on the couch petting the family cat. “I’m so happy he likes you. He hates people, if anything he still isn’t quite fond of Nayoung.” Her mother giggles as she takes the other couch. Staring lovingly at the two of you. A warm smile forms on your face as you continue to pet the cat sitting on your lap. Her husband walking over to sit next to her, a mug in his hand as he nods.

“Toby hates Nayoung for some reason. Even before she went off to college he’d always hide from her.” By then everyone has shifted themselves into the living room. The group surrounding Nayoung, the smile slowly drops when she sees her parents conversing with you. “You must be a gem if Toby trusts you that much.” Her mother claps her hands. Jaemin takes a seat across from you, fighting back the look of boredom on his face. He can’t help but analyze you. Can it be the same y/n he’s been texting? Since he’s arrived, he hasn’t had the balls to text her. There’s no way the chick he’s been sexting is his girlfriends best friend. If that’s the case, he’s screwed.

A scoff is heard from beside him, looking up and see Nayoung enter the living room. “He’s just a dumb cat. I’m sure he’s only using you as a cushion.” “Well if that’s the case, I’m honored.” You smile down at the cat who purrs. Jaemin notices the scowl on his girlfriends face. He wonders why, it’s not like she particularly likes Toby. Every time he’s come over she’s always going on and on about how the cat terrorizes everything. “You should be, and Jaemin too! Toby loves him!” Looking up and meeting eyes with Jaemin you gulp before looking down. A silence is met before Nayoung speaks up. “Well it’s still pretty early and I’m tired. Jaemin lets go to bed.” One by one, everyone walks off to their bedrooms which leaves you on the couch with the grey and white cat. Head butting your hand, a few hours go by and you haven’t gotten the heart to move him. The sleep drowsiness has disappeared and you made due on being on your phone for the time being. A notification is sent from your phone, Jaemin.

It’s you isn’t it?

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

“Yes you do.” Jumping up, you see him standing at the bottom of the stairs. “Holy shit you scared me.” By the sudden jolt, Toby has taken it upon himself to get off your lap and plop down on his cat tree. Walking closer to you, you shift uncomfortably. You don’t know what to do, what can you do to make things better?

Silently getting closer, you open your mouth to explain yourself but he cuts you off. Instead he takes a seat besides you and smashes his lips on top of yours. A moan emits from you, it was quick and needy and you liked it. You liked it so much you even climbed on top of him. His arms coming around your waist to pull you closer. He smelled nice, his cologne hitting your nostrils and lips were soft and plump. Cupping his face to keep his lips on top of yours. A smile forming on his face before pulling away, “So you were the one teasing me huh?” A blush began to form on your face before awkwardly laughing. “So you’re my best friends boyfriend huh.” Clearing his throat he looks down uncomfortably. “Listen, I’m not the type to cheat okay? It’s just that I kinda had no choice but to be in a relationship with her and-“

“She trapped you yeah I know, she has done that with all of her exes.” Raising a brow he looks up at you. “Really?” Nodding, you sigh. “She can’t keep a man for the life of her so she forces one on them by using her father to get them to agree. He’s rich and powerful, wouldn’t be surprised he’d have you kicked out of college or have you be fired from your job. Blacklisted for any future opportunities and more.” “If I’d known earlier I would’ve tried avoiding crossing paths. Why are you friends with her?”

“I don’t know, I guess she was the only one who stayed.” “Stayed? What happened if I may ask.” “I don’t know, one second I had tons of friends who could rely on me and the next, I was hated.” You look down sadly. Startled when he plants a kiss on your cheek, a grin on his face as his eyes adoringly stare at you. “I’m glad I finally met you.” “I’m glad too-“. Reciprocating his kiss, you begin to grind on top of him. A groan from him only has you doing it again and again. Pushing him down on the couch as his hands roam all over your body. Piece by piece, clothes are scattered on the floor and heavy breathing gets louder. Your head is thrown back when you feel yourself stretch around him. A large hand going to cover your mouth. Leaning in, his mouth attaching itself onto your nipple and sucking. Sensitive, you begin to bounce on his lap. Hands on his chest as he guides you to go faster. Trying to keep the slapping sounds at bay. The feeling of him deep in your snatch had your head spinning, it truly has been a while since you’ve had sex. It was wrong that the first person you sleep with is your best friends boyfriend but you just love it so much.

And it seems you’re not the only one. For the remainder of the weekend the two of you have gotten closer. Sneaky glances thrown and secret meet ups. When in the kitchen alone, he smacks your ass before leaving a kiss on your cheek. A shit eating grin on his face when he meets with the others. Content he’s finally getting you back for all the teasing you’ve done. “Are you alright y/n? Your face is super red?” Nayoung’s mother says. “Probably a bad reaction to one of her creams. I keep telling her she doesn’t have to keep putting on so many products. Going natural is just as pretty.” Nayoung sends you a smile. Speaking up for you, a strong grip on your fork, you don’t bother to explain yourself. “I’m okay.”

Jaemin certainly didn’t like it. And he certainly didn’t like how easily you let her comment slide. “I try to say the same thing to you as well Nayoung. No reason you need fifty bottles of foundation. A day or two without it wouldn’t hurt babe.” He sends her a smile before taking a bite from his food. Tensing, Nayoung is left without words. Embarrassed by the looks her friends sends her. A scowl on her face as she desperately tries to change the subject. “So! Should we hit the beach later on?” “Yes!” Her friends clap. “Okay good! After we’re done we’ll pick out our bikinis!”

Bikini’s? Nayoung never mentioned there would be swimming involved? You didn’t even pack any clothes to get wet in. The closest thing you had were shorts and even then they weren’t comfortable to get wet with.

“It’s a bummer you can’t get in.” Nayoung pouts at you, watching you set your towel on the sand. Sunglasses on as you send her a reassuring smile. “Eh it’s okay, I’ve gotten too much sun anyways-“. “Yeah you’re looking a little dark, how about you stay under my moms umbrella for the time being okay? Hope you don’t get too bored!” She says before scurrying off to her friends. Clenching your jaw, you try to not let her words affect you. Has she always been this snakey? Or is this you trying to justify your actions for hooking up with her boyfriend. Surely she must’ve always been this terrible to you from the beginning.

“Come on.” “Huh?” Looking over and seeing Jaemin has his hand extended you raise a brow. “Where?” “Less questions and more walking, come on.” Allowing him to drag you away, he takes you to a near by store. “Bikini’s?” “Get one, it’s on me.” “You don’t need to-“ “I want to, besides I need to get sunscreen.” He wonders off for it, and as he does so you look around the store. Eyes straying on a red two piece, you go to the fitting rooms and liking the look of it on you. Getting out, Jaemin freezes when he sees you. “How do I look?” Checking to see if anyones watching, he pushes you inside and closes the door behind him. Dropping the bottle of sun cream and picking you up. Leaning you up against the wall he desperately connects your lips with his. Running a hand through his hair, he begins to dry hump you. A moan comes out of you that he muffled with his mouth. A hand coming to wrap around your neck and lightly squeeze. “Fuck you’re so hot.” His pupils dilated as he leans in and press kisses to your chest.

Pulling the top down to reveal your perky tits. Sucking and fondling with them, looking to the side and seeing the mirror reflecting the lewd actions he’s doing. “We should get going, don’t want to raise suspicion.” You tell him with heavy breathing. Reluctantly detaching himself from you and setting you down. “Don’t change.” Grabbing your clothes and lotion, the two of you walk out and make your way to the counter. Ripping off the tag and handing it to the cashier as he pays for it. By the time the two of you make your way back, you hear shouting. “Babe where have you been?” Nayoung gets closer. “Needed sunscreen and got y/n a bathing suit.” Eyes turning to look at you, the plastic smile ready to falter. “Oh! How nice..well come on let’s get in the water feels nice!” She goes for his hand but he takes a step back.

“Yeah I will in a bit, you should join the others they seem pretty lost with out you.” Looking back and seeing her friends looking bored without her. “Oh okay. Glad you can join us after all y/n.” She sends you a smile before going back in. Feeling a tug, you look down and see Jaemin had taken his shirt off. “Help me put sunscreen on yeah?”

You can practically feel the daggers being thrown at you. But you ignored it, you liked making her jealous. A part of you felt proud you had the upper hand than Nayoung. Even more that it’s with her boyfriend. Turning around, you put some on his chest. Running your hands over his abs, his eyes looking directly into yours. “I really badly need to fuck you.” Rolling your eyes, you go to walk away but he stops you. “Now y/n.”

“Are you seeing this?” One of Nayoung’s friends says as they all watch Jaemin slowly put on sunscreen on you. Going up your leg and too close to your ass. “I knew it was a mistake to introduce them.” She scoffs. “Come on hun, do you really think he’ll do anything with her?” “It’s not him I’m worried, poor girl is so deprived I worry she’ll do anything for attention.” She pouts. “Don’t worry, Jaemin’s too smitten for you. He’d never be unfaithful to you.” Smiling she turns over to her friends. “Thanks guys, besides we’re really strong.” “So strong that should we assume he’ll pop the question anytime soon?”

Nodding they squeal. “I’m sure he already has the ring set out for me.” She claps her hands.

“Jaemin anyone can walk in on us any second!” You smack Jaemin’s bicep, currently in a dark small closet the cabin had he had managed to cramped you two inside. It was loud outside, music blasting as the others conversed with one another. Luggages were being packed and dinner was being cooked. In a few hours you were meant to be making your way back home and instead, have a clingy boy stuck to your side. A grin on his face as he leans in and kisses you. “Need you…” he pouts as he nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck. Hands beginning to roam down your side and to your back. Biting your lip when you feel him squeeze your ass, gasping when you feel his bulge after he pulled you closer to him.

“No one will hear us mhm?” He breathes in your ear as he peppers your neck. Massaging your cheeks as he has you pinned against the wall. You can’t ignore the arousal in your pants but it didn’t stop you from worrying of being potentially caught. “No sir.” Pushing him away, you reach for the door knob. Feeling him pull you inside again roughly when Nayoung’s faint voice was heard going up the stairs. “I have no idea where he went.” She tells her friends. “I bet he’s with y/n again. They have been way too close.” “I’m sure he feels bad, I mean she is the odd one out.” Nayoung reasons. “She’s a loner Nayoung, girls like her use that to reel men in.” Clenching your jaw, you don’t notice Jaemin wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Ignore them.” He whispers into your ear. Once you were sure they had left, you don’t utter a word and merely walk out. Leaving him in the closet by himself.

Nayoung always assumed she’d be the first to seal the deal between the two of you. The first to have a boyfriend, to be engaged and to start a family. Unlike her, you didn’t grow up with a lot so she always had more than you. The advantages like starting her own independent life. You had to start from scratch, lots of hours working for you to save. It’s what the world admired about you. It’s what they respected you for, many could relate to you. And even through all the hardships you still smiled. You stayed optimistic and it’s why you had so many friends, why so many guys wanted your number instead of Nayoung’s.

“I’m sorry I’m not interested.” “Actually I wanted to see if you can give me your friend, y/n’s number.”

For a while it seemed like Nayoung was the forgotten one. It was all about her friend Y/n. What you were up to, how you were doing. She just wanted to see what the fuss was about in having so many people care about you. So the cosmetics came in, then the surgeries, the hard diets. But when they weren’t enough, the lies came in.

“Oh sure, but I have to say she’s currently going through something. Chlamydia actually.”

She didn’t mean for the lies to keep progressing but she just wanted to take some of the attention off you and divert it over to her.

“She thinks you’re a freak.”

She did feel bad though when people eventually began to hate you. And before she knew it, she was the only friend you had left. Boys avoided you and girls despised you. Your last boyfriend only cheated on you because Nayoung lied to him saying you had cheated on him.

“I guess she thought you just weren’t good enough, I don’t know what to tell you. But, if I were her I would know I made a big mistake. You’re a catch.” Her hand lays on top of his, a reassuring and innocent smile plastered on her face before leaning in and kissing him.

For years now she was finally on the other end, the one who everyone praised and idolized. And a part of her liked how she can control you, it felt nice to be better for once. And seeing how close you and Jaemin have gotten definitely hasn’t been putting her at ease.

During dinner she made sure Jaemin sat next to her and away from you. Served him and kissed him at unconventional times. By the end of the night it seemed she was utterly in love with him, which is why she just had to rub it in just a little deeper into your face. “I’m going to tell him I love him.” Taking you by surprise, you suppress any distasteful emotion. “That’s great! I’m sure he’ll feel the same.” He won’t. You’re sure of that. “I want to live with him y/n.” Widening your eyes, “Live together? But what about dorms? It’s still mandatory to be in one and you can’t exactly room with a guy.”

“Only for a few more months.” Sighing and sitting back on the couch she smiles dreamily. “I’m telling you, he’s the man of my dreams.” You didn’t have much to say. Which only made you more guilty with how you’ve been treating her behind her back. It seemed she really did like him, after all she has been stuck by your side when everyone else turned against you. “Then tell him how you feel.”

“We can’t keep doing this.”

It’s been three months since the visit to Nayoung’s parents. Three months since you said you’d stop hooking up with him and finally today you’d be calling it off. “Like hell you are, what the hell y/n. Where is this coming from?” A duvet wrapped around your body, you sit up on the bed. Messy hair with smeared makeup as you don’t even dare meet eyes with Jaemin. With only briefs on, he gets out of bed. Disheveled hair, muscles more prominent and the red marks you left on him still apparent. Lip stains on his neck with dark love marks going down his collar bone. A frown on his face as he demands an explanation, even when he’s upset he’s still breathtakingly attractive. “It’s not right.” A sarcastic laugh falls out of his mouth as he searches for his clothes.

“You’re finally realizing that after months?” Looking at you for any other answers, he drops his shirt on the bed and climbs back on. Cradling your face, he looks at you worriedly. “Talk to me baby, what’s wrong?” Feeling the tears beginning to form, you shrug him off. You don’t trust your voice, there’s a ball beginning to form and you know if you dare speak a work you’ll only sob. About to get out of bed, he grabs you by the waist. “No, you’re not running way again. Talk to me-“ “Jaemin you’re in a relationship with Nayoung! She loves you and even wants to live with you and here we are having sex!”

“She’s not you!” Looking away, he huffs and wraps his arms around your torso. “I love you.” Taken by surprise, you turn to face him with wide eyes. “Come again?” “I’ve never said that to any of my exes, and it sucks that this is the situation that we are in but, im not lying. I love you, not Nayoung. It’s why I didn’t say it back when she said it to me.”

“Really?” Smiling, he nods and leans in for a kiss you grant him happily. “I still think it’s wrong. Maybe if we confess then she will let you go. Yeah it will permanently ruin our friendship but you at least deserve your freedom.” Shaking his head he sighs. “It’s her father i’m worried for.” Feeling dejected, you let him pull you into a cuddle. Back under the sheets as he peppers your face in kisses. Until there’s a loud slam on the door, eyes widening Jaemin lifts a finger to his mouth. Your door was locked thankfully.

“Let me check if she’s home…hey y/n! You home?!” Knocking on the door and trying to open it but to no avail. Shaking his head, he covers your mouth. “Guess she’s not home.” She says, she must’ve brought someone. Getting up to change, you can’t but overhear her speak.

“Can’t believe you’re still friends with her after everything she did.” Confused, you lean your ear up gassing the door. “Well I mean, she’s my best friend-“ “Yes but she cheated on her boyfriend.”

Cheated?

“She didn’t know what she was doing.”

Why the hell is Nayoung agreeing?

“Yeah well what about her bullying you?”

You looked back at Jaemin in shock as he as well seems surprised.

“That was years ago, she’s getting better.”

You didn’t understand why Nayoung was agreeing with such false claims. You have never cheated on your boyfriend nor have you ever bullied Nayoung.

“Well at least she got her karma right?” The girl snorts. “Getting chlamydia, having all the guys lose interest in her and having no friends- well except you. I must say I admire you. I don’t know how you put up with such a mess.”

“I try my hardest.” You hear her giggle. “She’s a loner and a social freak, the least I could do is make sure she has at least a companion or who knows she might just end it all.” “Are you saying she’s suicidal?” “I’m saying who knows! You never know what people are thinking now a days.”

Your heart broke. All those accusations weren’t real and to think more people thought they were true hurt even more. You didn’t even realize you began to cry until you felt Jaemin wipe a tear away. They chatted for a few minutes before leaving and by then you have sat yourself down against the door. “Why would she lie?” You ask to no one.

Jaemin stayed quiet. Arms crossed and a clenched jaw, he immediately understood what Nayoung had done. “Isn’t it obvious?” Looking up at him with red swollen eyes you shake your head. “She spread false rumors about you!” “What why?”

“Come on baby.” Crouching down, he pulls a strand of hair behind your ear. “You’re gorgeous, sweet, smart. You’re everyone’s type.” “Are you saying she did it out of jealousy?” Scoffing you shake your head. “No, Nayoung is the pretty one. Everyone wants her.” “I don’t. I want you.” “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” You scoff. “Okay then let’s talk to your ex.” “What why?” “Because we both know the cheater in your past relationship wasn’t you.” The memory still hurt. You never did find out who he cheated on you with only that he was ‘much happier’ and that you weren’t shit to him anymore.

“You’re wasting your time.” Shaking his head, he pulls out his phone and begins to search for his account. “What are you planning to do.” “We’re going to pay him a little visit. Come on let’s get dressed.”

“I don’t think this is such a good idea-“ Cutting you off by giving you a kiss, he gives you a smile. “Just hold my hand, he does anything to hurt you I promise I’ll kick his ass.” Walking into the cafe, you immediately spot your ex. Deep eye bags adorned his face, his hair was longer and dead. He looked much scrawnier and almost exhausted even. Taking a seat in front of you, you don’t have the words to even greet him.

“Y/n. Jaemin.” He speaks.

“What can i do for you.”

“The truth.” Jaemin cuts to the chase. Quirking his brow, he leans forward. “The truth?” “Who did you sleep with?” Jaemin tells him sternly. Scoffing, he chuckles dryly and shakes his head. “Why am I hearing an accusingly tone. Shouldn’t we start with who y/n slept with first?”

“I didn’t sleep with anyone.” You speak up.

“Right. Like I believe that-“

“Did Nayoung tell you anything.” Jaemin cut him off. “Nayoung helped me realize I was wasting my time on her.” He glares at you. “Did she tell you she was cheating?” Staying quiet, his face falls. “Why do you care?…wait aren’t you her boyfriend.” His jaw clenched and he sits up straighter.

“So you’re the guy she dumped me for.” Eyes widening, you look at him. “Nayoung was the girl you slept with?” Scoffing he shakes his head. “I didn’t sleep with her we only kissed.” He huffs. “She told me you cheated on me, she comforted me and we kissed. She had me to believe she wanted to be with me but when I broke things off with you she ghosted me.” The two of you send each other looks, “Why? Was that not what really happened?…”

You felt betrayed. You wonder how long has it been since she’s been a snake to you.

“She told me you kissed my boyfriend.”

“She said you had chlamydia.”

“I heard her say you were mentally unstable.”

You wanted to believe it was all a lie but it made sense why everyone suddenly avoided you like the plague. No one daring to befriend you or ever ask you out. You were sure you’d die a loner if it wasn’t for Nayoung and now you come to find out you were put into this situation because of her.

You couldn’t stop your heart from squeezing in agony. The friend you considered a sister you cared for so deeply had ruined your life out of what? Spite? Jealousy? Fun even?

The guilt you had building in you disintegrated almost instantly. You don’t have quite the perfect idea as to how you plan on getting even with her, how you’re going to help Jaemin get out of his god forsaken relationship with her, how you’re going to let the world know just how a trashy person she really is but you do know one thing, if you’re going to keep sleeping with her boyfriend you’re going to do it without a care in the world. Holding hands together literally behind her back when the three of you go out for ice cream, his subtle hand on your thigh when you go to the movies. The glances you give one another when you two had no other choice but to be dragged by her at a fancy restaurant with friends. Having sex in the parking lot after making an excuse to leave early. Making out while she’s showering and even sexting each other with her around. You no longer cared, and instead it made you just a tiny bit better knowing Nayoung no longer had it all,

“They completely cut me out and I don’t know why! Can you believe that?! After everything I did for them they have the audacity to treat me like dirt? And that’s not even mentioning the weird looks I’ve been receiving from guys. It’s like I’m infected or something.” No but rumors are you caught a case of syphilis

BUZZ…

Come over, I need you now.

Photo Sent

You were finally taking your life back from her. Piece by piece.

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[louloulemons-posts]

Can I ask for a Steve Harrington x shy!reader angst where they've been childhood best friends but Steve left her for popularity, when slowly they cross paths together again, she does little things like saves Steve's fav foods, pays for his things etc? One day Steve decides to give her something nice too and apologise for their friendship drifting apart, but right before that she falls into a horrible road accident. Carry on like you want, just give a happy ending please? :) Btw, loved Touchy-Feely a lot.;))

Old Friends

Steve Harrington x reader

summary : Steve wants to fix his friendship with Reader, but it’s not as easy as he thinks.

word count : 1.5k

(he looks so stressed in this it’s so perfect lmao)

warnings : not proofread, wrote at 3am, car accident, hospital stuff, reader is injured, swears, use of y/n like twice, fluffy ending.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

It was small things, things you had always done. Giving him a pencil when he forgot his own, saving the red grapes because he hates green ones, sliding him the answers to questions that he doesn’t know.

It was a hard habit to grow out of after being friends for so long. You did try, you wanted to hate him for abandoning you. Wanted to be bitter, but he was just that boy from middle school, from kindergarten.

You did appreciate that even though you weren’t friends, whenever Tommy and Carol tried something he’d get them to leave you be.

He was your first real friend, and it was hard watching him become a completely different person overnight. People change. It’s just a shame that Steve Harrington had to become the King of Hawkins High.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Stood in the lunch line, you slid your tray across smiling softly at the lunch ladies. Finally getting to the end of the counter you picked up a fruit cup, you’d been wanting strawberries all day so this was perfect.

Heading to sit on a lunch table, you picked at a sandwich, hating your past self for not getting up 15 minutes earlier to pack your own lunch.

That was when you heard voices behind you, “It’s literally a fruit cup Steve, I’m sure you’ll live.” Tommy.

“Yeah I’ll live, it’s just one of the only decent things to eat they have.”

“Oh no, rich boy will have to starve until he gets home and his maid makes him a 3 course meal,” Carol teased.

Sighing to yourself, you’d all of a sudden gone off your food. Deciding that you’d go and sit with your friend in the art room you stood from the table. Slinging your bag over your arm, you held the tray in the other.

You knew that Steve had money, but his parents were also assholes, as soon as he could make box mac and cheese they’d leave him alone for weeks at a time. That house was big for an adult, but for a 13 year old it was like a castle.

Walking past your old friend, you placed the fruit cup down in front of him, not stopping to look at anyone. You slid your tray onto the rack with the other dirty ones and were on your way.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

It was the end of the day, and you couldn’t wait to go home, your stomach was screaming for some good food.

“Hey wait up!” a voice called, a familiar one, but no it couldn’t be for you. A hand landed on your shoulder. “Hey, didn’t you hear me call you?”

“Sorry, I didn’t think you were taking to me. Hi Steve.”

“Hi,” he smiled.

“What can I do for you?”

“I um … I just wanted to say thank you, for the fruit cup.”

“Oh yeah no worries, was that all?”

“Y-yeah,” he nodded.

“Right, I’ll see you.”

“See you.” You went to walk out of the door, but the Harrington boy called your name. “Yeah?”

“Did you … did you want to hang out?”

His eyes looked scared, afraid that you’d reject him. He’d never grown out of the habit of picking his nails when he was nervous. Giving him a soft smile you spoke, “Sure, I’d like that.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

The plan was to meet at Benny’s, you went there a lot when you were younger. You’d hang out, catch up, all that fun stuff. You didn’t know why you were nervous, it was just Steve.

Sure it’d been 3 years since you had a conversation with the boy, but he was still Steve Harrington. Your best friend. Well ex- best friend.

Driving along you were making good time, you were meeting Steve at 5:30 and it was now just past 5. The roads weren’t super busy so you could get there a bit earlier, and then try and calm down.

It would be fine, you’d go, have milkshakes, chat, have burgers, chat, have another milkshake, drive home and probably not talk to him for another 3 years of your life.

“Hey watch out!” a woman screamed as her son fell of his bike and into the road, right in front of you. Swerving the car, you stomach lurched.

The force of the turn making it uncontrollable, slamming you into a tree. Your head hit the steering wheel, blood falling down. “Ow, god my head,” you whined, trying to figure out what had happened.

It was so fuzzy, everything felt like it was going in slow motion. Ringing filled your ears and your head pounded, eyes growing heavy as you let your head rest against the wheel.

You’d just close your eyes for a second, just one second.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

He’d been here for 45 minutes now, he looked like a fool. You’d stood him up. He understood that he wasn’t a good friend for leaving you to fend for yourself in highschool, but seriously.

Sighing to himself, he pushed up from the booth, leaving a tip on the table and headed out to his car. He needed to see you, needed to know why you didn’t come.

Driving to your house seemed like the best idea, that way you could talk with nobody else around. It’d be relaxed and comfortable.

Raising a brow as he drove past a tow truck pulling a car away from a tree, ouch that must of hurt. Hopefully everyone was okay.

Soon enough he arrived at your place, parking just a few doors down he walked up, hoping your mother and father would remember who he was. He changed, but not that much.

As he was ready to ring the bell, your mom opened the door. “Oh uh hi,” he said.

“Steve honey, hello,” she sounded out of breath. “I was just wondering if Y/N was here?”

“Y/N,” she began to tear up, “They’ve been in an accident, I’ve just come back pick up their things.”

“An accident?”

“A kid came into the road, they didn’t hit them but they hit a tree. Hit their head.”

He thought back to the scene he’d come across a few moments before. Holy shit. It was your car. How could he not recognise it was yours.

Guilt flooded his chests. He had been angry at you for not showing up. You had been on the way. You’d saved a kids life and risked your own. You were hurt. In the hospital and he was mad.

“Steve,” your mom spoke, “Would you like to come with me to see them?” His eyes were glassy and he sniffed, “Would you mind?”

“Come on Honey.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Waking up your whole body hurt. What happened? The lights were so bright. Where were you? Beeping sound filled the room you were in, unfamiliar bed clothes covered you and a hand rested in yours.

You squinted, looking at a familiar face, “Steve?”

“Oh my god, you’re awake!” the boy exclaimed, “Hang on let me just get a nurse.”

“Nurse?” you asked, confused. Pushing yourself up, Steve ran to your side, “Hey take it easy!”

“What happened?”

“You don’t remember?”

“No,” you said, rubbing your eyes, “I was coming to meet you.”

“You got into a crash,” he said, taking your hand softly. Scrunching your face, you remembered bits and pieces.

“Is the little boy okay?” Steve couldn’t help but laugh at that, of course you’d be more worried about someone else. “He’s fine. Him and his mom brought you some flowers.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t make it to the diner.”

“Please don’t apologise, it wasn’t your fault.”

“I should’ve been there.”

“Like I should’ve been there for the past 3 years,” he sighed.

“Steve-“ he cut you off.

“No, I’m so sorry. I hate that I abandoned you, you’re my best friend and I just left you and when I try and fix it you get hurt!”

“Stevie, that wasn’t your fault.”

“Yes it was! If I hadn’t of left you we wouldn’t have had to meet up and catch up, you wouldn’t have driven past that kid. You’d be okay.”

“I am okay.”

“You’ve got stitches!”

“I do?” you asked, reaching up to touch your forehead. “Don’t! Gosh don’t touch, it’ll hurt,” Steve said.

“Sorry mom.”

“Oh shush.”

“It wasn’t your fault, it wasn’t my fault. It was an accident, and I’m okay. I promise,” you said, squeezing the boys hand. “I want us to be friends I’ve really missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too Stevie,” you smiled at the boy, “But there is no way in hell I’m hanging out with Tommy and Carol.”

“Oh I wouldn’t do that to you, they’re horrible.”

“Why are you friends with them?”

“Honestly, I have no idea.”

“Well it’s okay, you’ve got me now.”

Rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand he laughed softly, “Yeah I do, and I don’t plan on ever leaving you again.”

“I’ll hold you to that Harrington.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

A/N : I am sooo sorry this took me so long to write, I didn’t see it in my requests. I hope you enjoyed it 🫶🏻

Thank you so much for reading! Please leave any requests 🤍

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[sundial-bee-scribbles]

this was supposed to be longer but i got tired (and realized maybe this wasn't such a good idea) so i kinda bs'd this to just finish it up. sorry it doesn't look all that good lol

transcript of my shitty handwriting + more rambling under cut

panel 1:

len: rin, just leave him—

rin: NO! i'm not going to give up now—

len: i know you're upset, but all you're doing is—

rin: HE'S NOT GONE YET!

panel 2:

rin: i know he still remembers, he has to...

panel 3:

rin: kaito-san, it's me; rin. you tried singing one of len and i's songs the other day. you got the melody right, remember? meiko-san's birthday is soon. remember her? a few weeks ago you said you needed to buy her a present. what were you going to get her? do you remember? tell me.

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aight yea so this is what yall get for picking that ❄️📺❔🕚💾🪦 option on the poll (which btw was related to this drawing)

i'll just keep it simple: basically kaito gets dementia (or i guess the robot equivalent of it??). yeah.

not sure if this takes place on the cusp of v3 happening and just this specific kaito v1 module was unable to be updated for some reason? or if they're all still stuck in v2 and v3 hasn't happened yet/will not happen for a while... but i do know its def before v4 happened, so people like fukase and una don't exist yet

anyways though as you might expect, it pretty much sucks all around for everyone involved. not just the other 5 cryptonloids watching their close friend so previously full of life deteriorate into a husk of his former self, but for kaito himself too. he suddenly can't remember things like where he is or who the people around him are, and its incredibly frustrating b/c he knows he did have the memories at some point, its just as if they got misplaced... there's random bits of recollections that do come sometimes but as much as he tries to hold onto them they flicker and fade away just as quick as they appeared. left sinking back into a feeling of hopelessness that then becomes pure emptiness, as you can feel how you're losing yourself but there's quite literally nothing you can do

visually the static is used to represent a lot of that "foggy" feeling as things become more and more unclear, and given the robot/android nature it makes sense i guess? it's not really seen here but just as an actual machine might be when breaking down, his visual + audio processors begin to malfunction, causing a literal static overlay on his vision with faces/objects he can't recognize occasionally glitching out as well as constant white noise in his hearing and the sound of people talking to him becoming garbled and unintelligible. as time goes on he also loses his own ability to synthesize speech so aside from becoming withdrawn and quiet out of fear he'll say something that makes no sense, he then literally just becomes incapable of responding at all

again (as you might expect), the other cryptons aren't doing very well as this is happening. rin and len see kaito almost like a father, so watching one of your parental figures slowly march towards death is... not great. rin (as seen here) is still trying to hold on, because she swears kaito has had a few good days where he does recall more, where he seems much more like his old self, and maybe, just maybe if they wait a bit more he'll get better [tbh she's speedrunning the 7 stages of grief but goes between being stuck in some of the earlier stages its... not good]. len's grief on the other hand is manifesting itself in a way more similar to meiko's: he's not as distant as her, but he has already recognized that there's pretty much nothing that can be done and just wants to minimize kaito's suffering. len's just as shattered as rin though, but he's not showing it openly, figuring he has to accept it, as fighting against the grief like his sister won't help anything.

i just mentioned meiko so speaking of her: this is also probably extremely difficult on her, as, yknow, the counterpart v1 to kaito. she's withdrawn herself away from kaito, as she doesn't want to cause him pain in case he happens to recognize her, remember something about their relationship, but not comprehend what it means and just become confused/distressed. at least, that's what she says; it's more or so she can't bear to see him in this state, as he slowly loses more parts of himself, so she isolates herself in hopes the pain will be somewhat less when its all over, for having seen him less and not having false hopes of his recovery. that being said though she has definitely still been around him and tried to keep her composure... from kaito's pov, in moments of recollection, its disheartening seeing your wife close friend suddenly ignoring you, almost like she's mad or sad about something, but you can't remember why. did you forget to do the laundry? is it something unrelated? you want to ask her but she won't tell you; why? did she already and you just forgot? why...

miku's usual cheeriness has also crumbled, as even with rin's attempts, she can't find anything to be optimistic about in this scenario. she just feels this immense guilt, that she should've done something about this; she has influence as the most popular of the entire group, surely she could do something to make it all better. but aside from the arguments and indecisiveness regarding ethics and not wanting to do something without everyone's collective decision, she does know deep down its not her fault. maybe someone like one of the technicians or programmers would be more at fault, but she doesn't want to blindly throw accusations either, because surely they hadn't foreseen this happening either; nobody would intentionally throw in such a cruel fate for someone, it was an unfortunate system glitch that they were working to fix, but even if they did come up with a patch for it, it would be far too late for kaito at that point. she doesn't want to dwell too much on the logistics of it, miku just wants to be there for everyone else, because she knows how deep in despair the others are—she is too—and doesn't want their whole group to fall apart after such a devastating event.

as for luka: i would assume we're kind of actually seeing everything from her perspective, so as an audience lens she'd be more objective about presenting everything as it is without putting too much of her own bias/thoughts into it. but she's not completely unfeeling either. she tries interacting with kaito quite often, despite some of the others warning her about doing that too much. she tries talking to him about random things, not necessarily aiming to get him to remember anything in specific, though if any of his memories do surface in conversation she'll def address them and ask if he recalls anything more (and if not that's alright too). on some occasions she's been accused of being insensitive, but she doesn't want his death to be this huge tragedy, she would want him to be somewhat happy in his last moments. after everything that's happened, he deserves to leave in peace, in her opinion.

i've mentioned death a few times and there's a literal gravestone in the original emoji combo so safe to say, yeah, he dies. unfortunately the damage to his hardware is beyond repair from the critical/fatal errors and glitches, and it's decided that it'd be best to ultimately just deactivate him and delete all his files to not prolong any pain he might've been in for any longer. not exactly sure what would happen afterwards (aside from an obvious aftermath of the grief): if this is before/on the verge of v3 happening, there's the situation i thought about of them receiving a new replacement v3 kaito module, which has its own angst w/ it: its almost like seeing a fucking ghost, but it's not the same one they all remember, nor does it have all those memories. and this v3 kaito himself experiencing conflicted feelings as someone who was brought in to try and give back happiness to this group, only to seem to cause more despair for being so similar to someone long gone that he'll never truly replace. again though i'm not sure if i'd actually have that happen for the sake of everyone involved's sanity but it is something interesting to think about

i've been typing this for like 3 fcking hours now and i have no idea if this makes any goddamn sense lolol uhhh. like all my things it sounds way better in my head than when i actually put it on paper 😭 but congrats if you actually went thru the effort of reading all this. i might do more explanations like this of my things if anyone's interested, like of the other poll options, but we'll see

#my art lol #vocaloid #kaito vocaloid #rin and len kagamine #yeah im just gonna leave it there b/c i dont really think this deserves to go in the main tags #i dont????????? know man. :') maybe in a few years ill look back and be like 'hmmmmmm wtf was i thinking' #i might delete this later actually i dont know... there is some sort of very cruel irony there if i think about it but im not going to #tho its kinda funny that while i was drawing this is was exclusively alternating between listening to old songs from when i was younger #and listening to love love nightmare. lmaoo. the latter song has absolutely nothing to do w/ this thing but its an interesting composition #unintentionally that last panel kaito came out SO fucking scary to me. wasn't the intent but idk does that mean anything

[keeksybee]

Rick and Spanish:

I’ve always wondered why he never speaks Spanish, Sanchez is obviously a Spanish name and while I get not using it with the kids or Beth because he actually cares about them understanding him, it’s totally in his character to use it with other Ricks or to piss Jerry off knowing it would drive him crazy to be talked about and have no idea what he was saying.

My main premise to this is I honestly don’t believe Rick is a no sabo kid (nothing wrong with being one BTW) I’ve done the math and if we assume Beth is 34 at the beginning of the series in 2013 (Summer must have been born 1996 when Beth was 17 and Morty would’ve come 3 years later in ‘99) that makes her birth year 1979 and presuming Rick had a slightly more planetary mindset when she was born that makes him 23-26 as was average for having kids back then, making his birth year 1953-1956.

Historically I get Beth not being taught Spanish to avoid discrimination, maybe it wouldn’t have been as bad when she was growing up but If Rick’s parents immigrated during WW2 , just before or after Rick was born or when Rick was a very young child that makes him a first gen immigrants child and while northern states were better, they weren’t great either, he would have very much been subjected to some pretty intense racism that he wouldn’t have wanted for his daughter no matter how much it hurt him to not know part of her own culture.

However I also believe Rick’s defiance streak is probably genetic and like hell he would give up his first language just to assimilate like many children of that generation may have been forced to, it was a thing in immigrant homes in America, particularly South American ones ( I’m not sure where the name Sanchez would be from specifically) where the children were banned from speaking their own languages. He however, was Rick Sanchez and would steadfastly refuse to be ashamed of himself or where he came from. It would have been a massive scandal when he married Dianne in their small town, she was most likely pretty, popular and white, he would have been heavily targeted as the schools wouldn’t have been non segregated for very long by the time he was in high school. Marrying Dianne was probably a very satisfying “Fuck you” to people who’d tormented him.

Which leads to the question why do we never hear him use Spanish. Six seasons and 40 years of heavy drinking and drug use and we never hear him slip once, and it’s not like he doesn’t screw up in other areas, language would be a simpler one. He never switches, never even swears in it, but there has to be something that triggers it.

I always imagined it would be Morty getting mortally wounded in a way that he can’t seemingly fix with what’s available to him. His June-bug is bleeding out in front of him and he can’t do shit, another person he couldn’t save. He breaks down, clutching the limp body his grandson, begging a god he doesn’t believe for the first time since his teens in a desperate mix of Spanish and English to do something, and illogically, when he thinks Morty has died, giving him what he remembers of his last rights knowing that if there’s a God the fact it’s him administering his rights is probably not doing any favours for his Grandson’s eternal soul, but then Morty miraculously coughs up blood.

He coughs up blood, not good but it means he’s alive, he can think now, he can do something, so he does.

Morty survives. Barely. He erases the memory, even he considers it too traumatic for Morty to recall, but he has to live with it, it haunts him, it haunts him in a way he hasn’t felt since his Dianne and Beth were killed in his dimension. That’s when he starts speaking to Morty in Spanish, the occasional “mijo” here, the rarer story about his upbringing there and openly conversing in Spanish with other Ricks in Morty’s presence.

Morty learns almost fluent Spanish in four months just to try and spite him. That’s his June-bug, guess Beth did pass down that competitive spirit, and some of his smarts too. It’s nice talking regularly in his mother tongue again even if he’d never tell Morty that, and it’s adorable when his grandson can’t pronounce something properly, messes up the tense of a word or stumbles in Spanish when he’s pissed off, it reminds him of a little kid. He gently corrects the tense errors under his guise of grumpy, codgery old man, Morty doesn’t even know how much better he gets.

Jerry’s pissed that he now doesn’t understand his father in law or his son, but that’s okay, it’s Jerry.

#rick and morty #rick and diane #beth smith #morty smith #rick sanchez #rick is not a no sabo kid #spanish #bilingual

[princesseevee06]

soso curious abt kurumada taking megumi’s role in ytr… boy what crimes have you committed .

HI TUMBLR USER FUKANAMIS WOULD YOU BELIEVE ME IF I TOLD YOU KURUMADA HAD DONE NOTHING WRONG IN HIS LIFE. AND IT WAS ACTUALLY SOMEHOW RANMARU WHO WAS THE ONE COMMITTING CRIMES. WELL,

around the time i was still first figuring out this au, i was really struggling on what to do with megumi’s role because i was like: kai is taking keiji’s role here. who would piss off kai bad enough that he’d leave them to die. eventually i decided, well no. even though kai is taking keiji’s role here, he’s still just kai and probably would not do what keiji did in his first trial. so maybe i’m barking up the wrong tree

around the same time, i was also trying to figure out what to do with ranmaru for my au. i didn’t want to just leave him the same with virtually no differences, because i thought “well i’ve given all these characters interesting differences and don’t want to leave ranmaru in the dust” so i ended up incorporating a liiiiil bit of keiji stuff into ranmaru instead. basically, in ytr ranmaru’s parents are detectives, and while he’s not exactly passionate about the business himself he knows a lot about it and feels pressured to pursue it (and therefore tries to act like he knows exactly what he’s talking about when discussing crime and the kidnappers in the death game)

i swear this is relevant to kurumada. ok so. i always thought it would be fun if like in a non-death game scenario ranmaru and kurumada were buddies. and i had this vague memory of in the game kurumada at the police box basically saying he’d had run-ins with the police before 😭 and i was like wouldn’t it be SO funny if that’s how he and ranmaru started chatting in ytr. he gets taken in for something petty and ranmaru is like “man. what did you do this time”

(if there’s any significant things i’m missing on kurumada’s character btw. i have still not watched kurumada’s mini ep. YES i know it’s a crime but the only one i’ve watched all the way through start to finish is kai’s 😭)

and then i had the idea of them actually becoming friends with kurumada being like a “tough love” mentor to ranmaru :) which is all swell and good of course until the both of them get KIDNAPPED

the first trial they get is a duo one, and i had the idea of it taking place in the white room on floor 2 (since i’m pretty sure that’s where ranmaru’s original first trial took place…?). it’s a similar concept to the one with the beds, and basically the premise is that both of them are chained to opposite sides of the room, and they have to figure out a way to both get out before the timer runs out and Bad things happen. however, there’s a catch: each person has a button next to them where if they press it, they are freed, but it instantly kills their trial partner. I think you can see where this is going already

ranmaru and kurumada initially try to work together to get themselves both freed obviously, but as time starts ticking down there with no solutions ranmaru starts freaking out. he doesn’t want to die feeling like his life was wasted not doing anything he really cared about, and in this moment he realizes how much he really wants to live. this combined with the intense panic from the first trial leads him to (purposely? accidentally?) press the button and kill kurumada.

of course, this doesn’t come without its mental toll. once ranmaru comes back to his senses he’s horrified about what he did. but when he meets the others he does a good job of hiding how he’s really feeling (or at least better than kugie, which gets more people focused on her) so no one knows what happened. For now that is

ranmaru also gets hallucinations of kurumada! yaaaaaaaaaay (sarcasm)

anyways yeah i . yeah. free my man kurumada he literally did not do anything wrong

#princesseevee answers #yttd #your turn ryoko #naomichi kurumada #ranmaru kageyama

[thestobingirlie]

The urge to make Steve’s parents good feels like people rebelling from angst sometimes. Like “why can’t he have a normal childhood” type of question. “Not every teenager whining about their dad is actually being abused”, also might be some people trying to protect the status-quo of parenthood.

Except that Steve having negligent parents is so, so normal. Stranger things has various types of parents, from the ideal Sinclairs and maybe overbearing Claudia to very, very grey Karen Wheeler, and of course horrible Hargrove senior and Max’s mom who is an alcoholic. And the same fic writers sometimes try to make Susan Hargrove not an alcoholic, too. Just a single mom.

But the thing is that both Susan being like that and Steve’s parents being like that is actually… well, not to sound cruel, but it’s pretty regular. So is Eddie’s story.

And the three of them (Steve, Max and Eddie) are different from the other kids. And it’s visible. And they sort of have a canon understanding with Max very quickly warming up to Steve and caring for Eddie enough to sound the alarm and believe that he is not a murderer. With Steve and Eddie actually becoming friends super quickly. It’s Eddie immediately calling Max “Red”, it’s Steve saying “why is the only one who’s helping me is this random girl”, it’s canon that they all immediately click, and not with this brotherly love, like with Dustin, no, there is this immediate understanding. And I just don’t get why do some authors want to erase that. Max, the character who suffers from parental abuse and abuse from her family very consistently through the series, trusts Steve and Eddie immediately for a reason. Them immediately acknowledging her and addressing her in a careful and not overbearing way that is probably very flattering for Max (“the only one who helps me”, “Red”, etc) is there for a reason.

I have shitty relationship with my parents, probably similar to Steve’s. I have been dismissed that I’m just a whiny, disrespectful teen, so it hurts me obviously, to see people try and erase Steve’s canon relationship at least with his father. So maybe I’m being unfair.

But like. It’s there for a reason! Otherwise they wouldn’t have had Max, Steve and Eddie gravitate to each other so obviously! They get each other and btw Dustin is not there with them. Dustin is friends with them, loves all thee of them, but he is not always there. Neither is Robin or Nancy.

Max and Will immediately liking each other is there for a reason, too, btw. So is Max being endlessly patient with El. Like. Like it’s canon, it’s just not said implicitly. But I swear to god, no one speaks about parental abuse and neglect openly at Steve’s age if they can hide it, and it’s the 80s, and he is a rich boy in a small town, where everyone knows his father. He’ll get in trouble! Max and Eddie can’t hide it. And they both try, but it’s impossible, their parents just don’t have the same social status that Harringtons enjoy! But Steve can hide it and he can’t speak about it because a) no one is going to believe him, b) he will protect his parents reputation because that’s important to them, c) he does speak about them like that! “Big house, no parents”, come on! To say that it’s debatable unless Steve will be abused on camera is idiotic! Steve’s dad will never abuse him in front of others, and Steve will always try to hide the abuse.

i do think some people giving steve good parents just… want their favourite character to have a happy childhood lmao. but a lot of them just seem to have this hatred over the idea that steve doesn’t have good parents. and i don’t get that. like, more than one character can have bad parents. they come in all shapes and colours!!

i do also see it coming from the fact that people aren’t always great at writing morally grey characters. some people don’t think steve’s parents horrifically beat him, so obviously they’re great parents! and it’s like, they can be neither.

parents, especially in the 80s, aren’t always great. it’s typical that they’ll fuck up in some way! that doesn’t mean they hate their children! like, i’m sure steve’s parents do love him in their own way, they’re just not good at parenting. honestly, even if steve never mentioned his parents, i would think they had some kind of issues, because just look at that boy lmao.

and that’s actually really interesting! i’ve never thought about max, eddie, and steve in that way, but i do see it. all of them have some kind of emotional detachment from their parents, and i could see them totally clicking because of it.

also, el and max are so special to me, and i wish we saw more will and max.

yeah, i really don’t see how you can look at canon and say, we never get concrete proof his dad’s a dick, so obviously steve is just a liar! like, what a jump.

this fandom is just not great at picking up information if it isn’t explicitly given to them. i mean, people forget jonathan is abused and we saw that on screen, though clearly it wasn’t brutal enough for the audience to pick up on lmao. clearly every bad parent needs a scene like neil and billy’s to be able to get that they’re not good parents.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #max mayfield #stranger things #asks #anon

[enchantinglyjade]

✩ I Can Dream About You ✩ Part 1

Sebastian Kydd x OC

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Warning: Swearing Note: Y'all I'm so excited to start working on new stories(I will not be abandoning Milk & Honey BTW). But I have so many new ideas I'm excited to share. Hope you enjoy!

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Castlebury High School.

I hated it here.

Honestly, I wished I would have just gotten bullied, at least that way I’d have proof that someone actually saw me, but instead, I was invisible, a nobody. When people passed me in the halls, it was as if they’d look right through me. I was a ghost, haunting the halls in my first year of high school.

But then, Donna saw me.

She saw me sitting at the lunch tables eating alone like I had always done. She felt bad for me, invited me to her table, offered me a spot in her circle, promised me the world. She trained me, taught me how to do makeup, dress nice, sneak out of class without my parents ever finding out. I felt confident and beautiful. People finally started looking in my direction, but not at me, at her, not that I would have known the difference at the time anyway.

Now,

I’m invisible with a leader.

I fell for it. Fell for dirty tricks and lies. I was vulnerable and she played to my weaknesses. She thought my ghostliness would be useful to her. She had me doing all of her dirty work that the Jens were too sloppy to accomplish. She’d make me fake her mom's voice to call her in and out of school, steal blush and lipstick for her at our local beauty store, and sit on lookout while she and her newest boy toy did unspeakable things in the locker rooms. All in exchange for what? A chance to stand within a 4 foot distance from the princess?

Donna was the most popular, prettiest girl in school, and I let her manipulate me into her perfect little minion.

I tell myself at least I’m not a band geek, but every day that passes, I can only envy them. I bet they have so much more fun than me. I can’t imagine being allowed to be openly smart and talented under Donna’s shadow. Damn, I wish I was a band geek.

After 3 long years of pink lipstick, hair ratting, and wearing the most horrendous of neon colors, senior year was upon us. I’m 18 now, graduation is so close I could practically taste freedom. 9 more months and I'll finally be able to kiss this school goodbye for good.

Then he showed up.

Sebastian, the bad boy that just transferred here. He practically dripped with charisma and experience, and quickly became the knew ‘it’ guy in the school. Donna, of course, had to have him.

“Ooo, check out the new hottie.” Donna blurts out, twirling her hair and smacking her gum, watching as a few boys from the football team talk to him. “He’s perfect. You guys are gonna help me get him.”

I admit, he was gorgeous, but he wasn’t anyone special, just another asshole trying to be the cool popular kid. Guess I can’t say much, that’s basically what reeled me in, but atleast I’m aware of my own shallowness.

“How are we gonna do that?” Jen 1 asks.

“I’ll think of something, don’t worry.” She says scheming in that evil head of hers. “Come.” She waves for us to follow in her direction and the 3 of us do so like the good little pets we are. She struts over, purposely putting an extra sway in her hips as she passes Sebastian, earning her a glance from him and the entire student body present in that area. She smiles, wiggling her perfectly pink polished fingers at him, before continuing forward without a second care in the world.

I follow only a few feet behind her and the Jens. For a moment, I peek up to see if this Sebastian guy really fell for such an old trick in the book, to see if he really is the chump Donna thinks he is. When my head rises, I accidentally make direct eye contact with him. He nods as a greeting to me, causing my lids to widen. I never had anyone look at me before, I feel almost shocked that he can even see me. Self conscious, I turn away, awkwardly pacing back over to my clique.

I can’t believe he looked at me. For that long too. And after Donna! I shake my thoughts away following Donna into our next period. Maybe he’s just desperate, looking for anything with legs. If he’s looking in my direction he must be EXTREMELY desperate. What a pig.

Lucky for me, I find out I have the privilege of sharing American History with the new king and queen of the school.

Donna, of course, snatches the seat right next to Sebastian. I settle for 2 rows behind her, close enough that she can call if she needs an extra swipe of lipstick, but far away enough that I won’t be in direct line of her bullshit.

The teacher goes on and on about boring nonsense while the class quickly wallows into sleep. Donna boredly taps her pencil on her desk, eyeing the man candy next to her. She leans over while the teacher turns his back. “Love the jacket. It’s so vintage!” She whispers, gracefully gliding her hand up the sleeve of his jacket.

He chuckles. “Thanks. My dad’s.”

A week goes by of shadowing Donna as she works her magic and he still hasn’t taken a hint. Her frustration only built up everyday that he denied her advances, which only meant it’s been a week of hell for The Jens and I. For a moment, I had hope. Maybe he wasn’t a pig after all. I mean, it didn’t take most guys a week to catch on to Donna’s clues and definitely didn’t take them that long to ask on their own, unless they were insanely out of her league and intimidated, which he is clearly not. I thought, maybe he’s a guy that respects himself and has actual standards for what he wants in a girlfriend. Or better yet, maybe he wants something stable and long term. But eventually, my hopes were diminished.

On my way to third period, I walk straight into them talking in the dark art hallway in the basement. It didn’t take a genius to see how private this area would be to ‘talk’. Guess he doesn’t take long to start getting busy.

I mutter an apology to them, and while avoiding Donna’s glare, I quickly scurry away.

“I’ll catch up with you later, Donna.”

“Alright, ‘Bastian. Don’t miss me too much.”

‘Bastian’. Please, I’m gonna be sick. They already have nicknames for each other? They’ve only known each other for a week! What kind of weird, phony-

“Hey.”

My soul nearly jumps out of my body. I twist my neck to see Sebastian jogging in my direction, before stopping in front of me. “You dropped this.”

Is he…talking to me? I stay frozen, hoping to stay out of the way of whoever he was talking to, but when I notice he doesn’t move, I glance over my shoulders, desperately trying to find the person that should be answering to him.

“I’m talking to you.” He chuckles.

When I turn back towards him, I find out he is in fact talking to me. He holds his arm out, an english notebook in hand with my doodles plastered all over the cover. I shyly take it from him, stuffing it in my arms with the rest of my books, and when I thank him our eyes lock for only a second time since I’ve known him. His stare puts shivers straight down my spine. He really does have some beautiful blue eyes. But before I allow myself to see anymore of him, I spin on my toes speeding towards my class.

“Hey, wait up! Where ya headed?” He says, jogging back over to my side.

I swallow, voice dry and groggy from being inactive most days. “Art.”

He continues to walk the same direction as me. “I have art too. Funny. Never noticed you in there.”

I sigh. Just another confirmation about how much of a ghost I am. “Most don’t.” I mutter under my breath, pushing open the art room door and sitting at my seat near the back of the class. Much to my dismay, Sebastian takes the seat next to me, slamming down his bag next to my leg. I take in a deep breath, ignoring the fact that I can practically feel him looking at me, before reaching over to dig through my backpack for my sketchbook. When I place it down on the table in front of me, he speaks.

“So…You a Jen? I’ve noticed you follow Donna around most everywhere.” 

Why is he talking to me? None of Donna’s exes ever bothered to get to know the Jens, let alone me, so what does he want? Is he some sort of psychopath? Maybe he’s gonna try and manipulate everyone into thinking he’s some great guy so we won’t think he’s a suspect when Donna’s body gets discovered on the news or something…

I adjust myself in my seat, scooching over an inch away from him. “No, I’m an Alex.”

“Alex.” He repeats slowly in a way that makes heat rise to my cheeks. I guess I never really heard anyone but teachers say it. Damn, I really am a loser, aren’t I? “I can tell, you seem like you have an actual personality…and awareness.”

A small grin appears on my face from his comment, but I quickly force my cheeks back down. He’s a psychopath, remember!

He leans over the table in an attempt to peek at my face, but I snap my head away and hide myself behind my hand, completely embarrassed that he’s even acknowledging my existence in the first place. What is he doing? Why is he so weird!?

“Aw come on, don’t be like that. I saw that smile. No need to be so serious and guarded.” My smile can’t help but creep back just a little bit. I lower my hand peering curiously, but suspiciously at him over my fingertips. He leans back in his chair, lip curling when he meets my gaze for a third time. “You know, Alex, you don’t seem too bad.”

I drop my hand now, nervously fumbling with the rings in my sketchbook, while my stomach flutters with butterflies. Donna really bagged a weirdo this time. “Thanks…?”

With that, the bell rings and the teacher begins giving out instructions. While she speaks, I flip open my sketchbook and make a few last scribbles and smudges on my last drawing.

Sebastian slaps his forearms down obnoxiously loud and forceful, causing the whole table to shake. I pull my pencil away just in time before it smears down a dark and unerasable line in a place I didn’t want it and clench my teeth as I watch him inch closer to me and my paper. “So, why aren’t you taking a class with Donna? Aren’t you supposed to be bodyguarding her every move.”

I take a pause, ensuring he wasn’t going to move again, before touching the pencil back down on the paper. One of the Jens is in Math with her right now, assuming she’s not skipping. Donna wouldn’t get caught dead on this side of the school, art was my time. “Only moment of peace I get.” 

He bites his lips together in thought while he smacks his hands down onto the table, pounding out some sort of rhythm, and once again making me pause my drawing due to the shaking. I place my pencil down entirely, figuring I was going to get nowhere with him near, and sigh in frustration, succumbing to a conversation with him. “Didn’t peg you as the art type.” 

His head snaps back quick in my direction, surprised I spoke up. “Oh, I’m not. Required. Didn’t know you could draw.” He says leaning over onto my side of the table once again, eyes glossing over my still unfinished sketch. “Wow. That’s amazing.” He says in awe.

Let me guess, he can’t even draw a stick figure?

“I can’t even draw a stick figure.” He exclaims on cue.

Typical. I never got spoken to much, but one thing people could speak to me about was my artwork. But every time it’s always the same line. I roll my eyes, placing my head in my hand and boredly scratching at the wood chipping on the edge of the table. “I’m sure you can’t.” 

He scoffs out a laugh, simultaneously furrowing his brows. “What? You think I’m some jock or something?”

Not what I was going for but, “Might as well be.”

He nods slowly, humming to himself while he sits back in his chair. He doesn’t say another word to me until the bell’s ringing to dismiss us. “It was nice talking to you,” as he walks out of the classroom.

6 words. 6 simple words that left my mind jumbled all night on their meaning. Was he being genuine or sarcastic? Had I said something really wrong? Made a bad first impression? I knew I shouldn’t have said that last thing. I’m such an idiot. I don’t know why I care so much anyway, it’s not like he was ever going to talk to me again regardless of what I said. Though, even that would be proven wrong.

The next day at school, I saw him again. It was one of those glorious times Donna decided to be too cool for school. He was at one end of the hallway, I at the other. He strides down the hall like it’s a runway, looking to charm anyone that dares to glance his way. He could mesmerize anyone with that charisma of his, and he nearly gets me every time.

I grip the backpack straps on my shoulder as he comes closer and closer, unsure if I should bother looking his way to greet him. He probably forgot who I am already. It’d be embarrassing if I waved at him and he didn’t know who I was.

To my surprise, he waves first. “Hey, Alex.” He enunciates, making sure I knew he was talking to me. 

I wave back, barely having enough time to smile before he had already passed by. That one interaction was enough to leave my stomach swarming with light and bubbly feelings. My heart pounded loudly for him from that day forward and I just knew I was destined for trouble and disappointment. 

He was Donna’s, she made that very clear, and she always gets what she wants.

I needed to get rid of these feelings as quickly as I could, but life is never that easy, is it?

#austin butler x reader #austin butler #austin butler imagine #austin butler fanfic #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler smut #austin butler angst #austin butler fluff #sebastian kydd #the carrie diaries #austin butler sebastian kydd #sebastian kydd x reader #sebastian kydd x oc #oc #black fanfiction #black reader #austin butler x black reader #black writers #enchantinglyjade #i can dream about you #80s

[hunterwritesstuff]

How do you write the victims of Mandela Catalogue?(Mark, Cesar, Adam, and Jonah)

Ahh, Victim crew! Sure!

🔫 Mark is a quiet man, but when he gets comfy around someone, he can be pretty excited!

🔫 Him and Cesar have known each other since like, 2nd grade and have been close ever since!

🔫 When he was a kid, Mark was the typical shy kid, hiding behind his mom when Cesar first met him, scared of the outgoing boy.

🔫 He's used to being dragged around by Cesar for things. He tried fighting it at first, but Cesar is a LOT STRONGER THAN HE LOOKS.

🔫 Doesn't help that Mark is built like an Iphone. Er...Blackberry? Whatever mobile phones they had back then, Mark has that build.

🔫 Aroace. I don't make the rules.

🔫 Classic Catholic boy. Prays, goes to church, confesses his sins, probably has trauma, yk.

🔫 He's given himself a heart attack with his left-out laundry on multiple occasions.

🔫 Doesn't really talk much with his parents, as both work a lot.(Mom works at the church, dad is elsewhere.) Thanks to this, his personal hygiene isn't the best.(He doesn't wanna risk contact with them.)

🔫 Honestly, he probably sees Dave as his dad more than his actual dad.

🔫 Oh yeah, I see Dave as his Uncle btw. Do with that what you will.

📞 Cesar is pretty much the opposite of Mark, being very outgoing and friendly with other people.

📞 Like, sometimes, Mark has to drag Cesar out of church to get his ass home levels of outgoing.

📞 Cesar is very much cishet. Don't be weird about it.

📞 He will fuck up anyone who gets on Mark's ass. Again, he's stronger than he looks.

📞 If the bowtie comes off, heaven help you.

📞 or Hell.

📞 God and Satan will turn the other way if that happens, probably.

📞 Aside from that, he's a great cook!

📞 If he hears you say something bad about one of his friends, he's just gonna. kick you out.

📞 I don't remember if this is canon, but idc, Cesar and his family is hispanic, I don't make the rules.

📞 That's why he's so good at cooking! His mom gave him some good recipes!

📞 If he's having a bad day, he'll just sorta. Grab himself some orange sorbet out of the freeze and go through it until he feels better.

📞 Alternate Cesar, however...

📞 Alternate Cesar is a bit of a cunt.

📞 Manipulative, emotionally devastating, lying, and cunning, Alt Cesar is pretty much everything that Cesar himself isn't.

📞 If by some chance, he gets attached to someone, heaven help them, because Gabriel sure as Hell can't control him.

📞 Not in a bad way, mind you, he still has enough cognitive thinking that he knows not to hurt someone he cares about.

📞 He'll just be overly possessive and protective of them.

🍎 Adam Murray! Oh boy, my favorite Victim! :D

🍎 Not gonna show too much favoritism here though.

🍎 Low empathy. RIGHT OFF THE BAT, THIS GUY HAS LOW EMPATHY.

🍎 Alternate or not, he's got low empathy and it SHOWSSS.

🍎 He has an AFFINITY for apple flavored shit.

🍎 Apple pies, apple cobblers, apple juice, apples, apple pudding, apple sauce, apple candy, candy apples, apple tarts, ANYTHING APPLE, THIS GUY LOVES.

🍎 That being said, if someone gives him anything SOUR that's apple flavored, he'll feel betrayed and never forgive them. He doesn't like sour shit.

🍎 Because "that shit hurts my mouf :("

🍎 He did care about Evelin, he just had issues showing that.

🍎 He tried sharing his interests with her, it sucks that his interests are vague prophecies and hunting down demons or ghosts.

🍎 Has a weird dislike for sports.

🍎 Probably because he can't wear his hoodie.

🍎 Seriously, Sarah swears this guy never washes his hoodie.

🍎 He does well in almost no classes aside from like, history.

🍎 This guy could tell you NOTHING about the Pythagorean theorem, but he could tell you JUST HOW MANY PEOPLE DIED IN WORLD WAR ONE.

🍎 He has morbid interests.

🍕 I don't write much with Jonah, but like, dude is UNIRONICALLY A HARDCORE SHAGGY KINNIE.

🍕 He tried pitching the idea of getting an animal mascot for the Bythorne Paranormal Society.

🍕 This didn't work.

🍕 Jonah was very sad.

🍕 Bakes on occasion.

🍕 One of said things he can bake is probably easy to guess.

🍕 Pizza connoisseur.

🍕 The only way to get this guy to lay off your pizza is to order pineapple on your pizza.

🍕 Pothead, I'm sorry.

Sorry there ain't much for Jonah, I don't know how to write him much. I hope you enjoy the stuff! <3

#mandela catalogue mark heathcliff #mandela catalogue cesar torres #mandela catalogue adam murray #mandela catalogue jonah marshall

[ginevrastilinski-ocs]

Plot bunny: noi siamo leggenda

Give me my new children

My babies! Your babies! Our babies! (You have no idea how much makes me happy someone throwing in my inbox asks about some of my italian babies, you literally have no idea)

Okay so, we have 7 babies, one born after we talked about fcs btw (never had this many for a fiction Rai or generally for one of my italian fandoms lmao)

(Also, can do a little moodboard thing with every ship vibes... if you want to... 👀 I have an idea that I could do even with different couples so... 👀)

Officially meet...

Elia Amato!

Michelangelo's older brother; Nicola Ravenna's best friend; kind of a dick until it's about his brother; no seriously, he's ready to kill a man in a second to protect him. Actually, he's very white cis man vibes but I swear he gets better! Powerless baby (lmao loser) Ship TBD

FC: Lorenzo Zurzolo

Michelangelo Amato!

Elia's baby brother; this boy's anxiety has anxiety; hates crowded places and loud noises and loves music aka he's always wearing headphones in public; a sweetheart with everybody but also the loner of the school; just wished to know what people thinks about him so he could finally fit in... honey, you've got a big storm coming Mind reader. But he struggles a lot with it bc he can't control it, he just hears everybody (the range depends on how much he panicks basically) thoughts all together, unless he's touching somebody, then he hears just that person. That's the main reason why he's always wearing headphones later on btw. Jean Liberati ship

FC: Domenico Cuomo (But could change bc some news says that he might be in it for season 2, so... we'll see)

Ambra Mariano!

Shares class with Greta; from a rich family; actress daughter of actors parents; loves her parents but sometimes wishes they were a "normal" family; tiny closeted lesbian btw Illusions bc she feels like her life is a big one Lin Mei Sun ship (but might evolve in a Lin x Sara ship)

FC: Ellie Bamber

Genevieve Liberati!

Jean's older sister (always complains that everyone thinks she's the younger one); the perfect daughter aka the favourite (hates when her father picks favourites bc Jean is her favourite person in the world); too smart for her own good; somehow always finds out everyone crushes even before them; also lowkey wants to set them all and is basically Cupid lmao Already excited for when in season 2 she'll find out that her father indirectly killed her girlfriend's mother but okay Powerless baby (she's already too much powerful she doesn't need them) Lara Petrescu ship

FC: Katherine Langford

Melissa "Meli" Perez!

Marco, Massimo and Andrea bestie; form a big colombian-italian family; total sunshine girl; just wants to make her people happy Empathy through aura reading. Bc my baby totally has witchy vibes and is already the most empathetic person on Earth. Also she technically has emotions manipulation, but like, very very light. Massimo Bianchi & Marco Nenchi ship

FC: Rachel Zegler

Sylvie Badeau!

Jean's childhood friend aka comes from a rich french family; trauma walking baby (you'll want to murder her parents trust me); the sweetie of the group; no really with her the found family trope is so strong, they all would die for her (Jean can't die so he would kill for her lmao) Invisibility. Bc my girl needs a way to escape her shitty familiar life and that's the fastest way. Marco Nenchi ship

FC: Flavie Delangle

Filippo Monti!

Nicola Ravenna's best friend; highkey hates the others in his group but hangs with them bc it's "or you're one of the cool guys and an asshole oer you're bullied"; technically Nicola's age but failed one year so he's in class with all the others Clairevoyance. This is actually very tbd but I just know it fits okay. You have to trust me on this Andrea Ravenna ship

FC: Francesco Centorame

#answered #oc related ask #plot bunny game #elia amato #michelangelo amato #ambra mariano #genevieve liberati #melissa perez #sylvie badeau #filippo monti #greta's ocs madness era #randomestfandoms

[halfelven]

Arwen, Elladan & Elrohir for the character bingo? :D

Love the way you write the peredhel and your thoughts on them generally!!

- main of @olorinestel

💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

repeating i do not have a saviour complex i do not have a saviour complex i do not have a saviour complex (< lying)

okayyyyyyy sooooooo. let’s start with arwen. when i first heard the goes to lie down alone in an empty land to die story i didn’t speak for several hours and i was still feel the pain of it and can taste the scent of fallen pine needles and see the golden sun on the warm bark of the shaking trees. i’m screaming and crying and throwing up. she is not like me. i do not get the falling in love thing. i’m checking mommy and daddy issues bc of what happened to her mom and the whole separation thing with her dad. i do think they were great parents

also she is insane. and it’s so good. especially with piercing gazes striking little hobbits and all that. close connections to her insane grandparents. whatever the hell is going on with her and aragorn. obsessed.

look elladan and elrohir came out the same but i’ll go with elrohir first

here’s where i do NOT have a saviour complex comes in. i did not read about them at five years old and dream of knowing violence and loneliness and peril to save people.

anyways babe gets mommy reasons for obvious reasons. daddy issues bc of the immortality or not reasons. do i think he would actually punch me? doubtful. but he’d probably stop me if it were the wild and he didn’t know if he could trust me. i didn’t choose my name partially bc it’s similar to his btw. i didn’t pretend i was elrohir and my sister was elladan and still have our nicknames set from theirs in my phone btw.

i don’t give a fuck what tolkien says!!! his name is star-rider!!! and it’s a tribute to earendil. tolkien can fucking fight me!!!!

god riding through the wilderness to tell aragorn hey daddy says we should go through the paths of the dead. elvish wights. dark magic and a fucking ghost army. i’m sooooo normal about him. i can’t picture every detail of his clothes and i have never pretended hallucinations were him until i wasn’t scared of them anymore. never had dreams about him that don’t even feel like dreams either. i’m so sane and normal. i don’t hate him because the self imposed pain he takes to protect the world hits too close. don’t relate to saving my mother from torments but not being able to save her either.

on to elladan

same mommy and daddy issues. again he probably wouldn’t actually punch me but maybe he would under certain circumstances.

i included a lot of the insanity when talking about his brother because they go together in a lot of that. also never had super weird dreams about him that took too long and had too much reading in them. only normal dreams.

but seriously i think the immortal thing with half elves goes a bit to their head. like the being able to live for thousands of years but you could drop it? insane.

also gonna fight tolkien bc i swear all three of them were kids at the same time. like seriously fight me tolkien. (i think i could take him)

again i’m soooooo normal about him. nothing about throwing everything aside to make my life about a singular purpose (or maybe not singular. protection and revenge. also you have to look at orcs as metaphors for this to work*)

stopping now or this will be too long. have to put it under a cut as is

*i like my ideas of what orcs are better than tolkien’s. i actually much prefer a few of my systems in fantasy to his. and i prefer my own fantasy world to his over all

thank you for the ask and for liking how i write them!!! they are some of the characters that got me through a lot of things and i will always love them even if i also write them suffering

#olorinestel #ask games #character bingo

[222hopelessromantic444]

I hope this night never ends pt.1

Rodrick x y/n fluff

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I swear- get some headphones and listen to the song extasy by 187 strassenbande- while listening to this song this idea plopped into my mind, I usually don't listen to that typa music but it's somehow a banger?

(btw in this fic y/n is german- just cuz this song is german, so it's actually not that important for the plot, but I still really wanted to include this specific song hehe)

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It all started with an invitation to a party from one of your classmates. Being the 'new girl' at Crossland High School wasn't easy at all. But luckily, you had made friends over the past month and were more than glad to finally be able to sit with people during the lunch break, rather than sitting all alone.

So, when the invitation made its way into your hands, you were more or less excited to go. Even if the party sucks, what do you have to lose? You haven't even built a school reputation yet and could just leave at any given moment if you felt uncomfortable. A win-win situation.

Even your parents were comfortable letting you go and "make new friends." Furthermore, they even encouraged it by driving you there. Not sure if your dad's old Nissan approaching the Heffley's mansion was a good thing, you went through your small purse one last time before waving goodbye to your dad and making your way up to the porch.

The loud music could easily be heard from two blocks away, and the heavy smell of weed and liquor didn't surprise you. Entering the house, you were greeted by dozens of teenagers dancing, making out, drinking, or secretly throwing up in one of the few plant vases in the living room.

"Heyyy y/n, we're over here, babe," Brittany, one of your few new friends, waved at you. She clearly wasn't sober anymore, according to the four red cups decently stacked in her right hand.

Making your way through the sea of teenagers, your heart skipped a beat as you accidentally tripped over God knows what and started falling face first to the ground. Luckily, just before you hit the ground, two strong arms pulled you back up to your feet. You were met with two brown eyes carefully eyeing you up and down.

"You're the new girl, right?" the stranger asked you, now locking eyes with you. "Yeah," was all you could manage to say, still in shock. "Well, I'm Rodrick, Rodrick Heffley. I guess I've seen you in the hallways a couple of times. And how's the hellhole of a school?" he questioned. He genuinely seemed interested in you, as you had seen him walk past you in school a couple of times, his eyes never leaving you.

"It's alright, I guess. I've seen worse, and besides, I'm already kinda getting used to it."

"Good to hear- y/n, right? Did you know I'm part of a band? You could come see us play sometime." The amount of confidence within his randomness and his smug smirk made you giggle. You already knew he must be in some kind of band or gang since he was practically only wearing his 'loaded diaper' tee, and his van was hard to overlook.

"Sure thing, Rodrick," you smirked back, playing it cool. Even though he was pretty handsome and his eyeliner really spoke to you, you wouldn't let him win you over that easily. "Sorry, but I think I've gotta go now. My friends are waiting. See you around." Without waiting for an answer, you stormed over to Brittany, now with her fifth cup of liquor in hand.

After she handed you her half-empty cup, she greeted you with a 'don't tell me you've fallen for the weird kid' look. Not giving you a second glance, she made her way to one of the empty rooms with some random guy, leaving you alone again.

She was really a loyal friend you could count on at all times. (Hope you get the joke.) Not even ten seconds later, the tall boy with the messed-up hair from earlier reappeared and smoothly placed himself next to you...

#rodrick heffley #rodrick fanfic #rodrick imagines #diary of a wimpy kid

[gay-otlc]

Won't Fall In Love At The End- 3

I swear I haven't abandoned this story okay. I'm writing it. Just very very slowly. Tagging people who are maybe interested? @xanadaus @an-ungraceful-swan @novaliae @gaslight-gaetkeep-gayboss uhhh enjoy

other chapters are here btw

Going to homecoming with a date, however fake, is stressful. 

“I suppose I should tell my mom about you,” Asher says casually, not looking up from their copy of Hamlet. Rana can’t tell if they’re trying to read, or if they’ve entirely given up on productivity and only pretending to do work so the teacher doesn’t keep sending them disapproving looks.

“About me, as in how you told your friends it was fake? Or about me, as in pretending I’m your girlfriend?”

“The second one.” Asher shrugs. “She’ll be thrilled. She’s been asking me when I’ll bring someone home for ages. Always telling me to find a ‘nice Jewish girl… or boy! Or person!’”

“I’m not Jewish.”

“Eh, she’d prefer I date someone Jewish, but I don’t think she'll mind too much that you're not. As long as you compliment her cooking, she’ll love you forever.”

Rana refrains from mentioning how she sometimes can’t stand to eat objectively good-tasting food because the texture is just… nauseating. Hopefully that doesn’t happen with Asher’s mom. “Should I meet you at your house before the dance?”

“Yeah, my mom will probably want a million photos.” Asher sticks out their tongue, and Rana laughs.

“Okay, um, text me your address and I’ll have one of my parents drive me over, I guess. But I’m not going to tell them we’re dating. Or fake dating.”

“Are you not out to them?” Asher asks, and then winces. “Sorry if that’s invasive, you don’t have to answer-”

“It’s okay. I’m not out, but that’s not the problem. They’re supportive and all. They just don’t want me dating anyone while I’m in high school.” She half laughs. “They’re like, the only people alive who aren’t telling me I should date someone.” 

“People should be less obnoxious about dating. It’s not even that great! No offense or anything, but we’ve been fake dating for a full day, and I still don’t get what the big deal is.”

They look extremely lost, but unlike homework, this isn’t something Rana can help explain. “I’m just as confused as you are,” she replies.

Asher laughs, and then their face settles into a thoughtful frown. “You said your parents were supportive, right? Like, they’ll be okay with you having a nonbinary friend?”

“Yeah, totally! I’ve been friends with Eva forever, and she’s a lesbian, and they know because she’s incredibly not subtle, and my parents have never had a problem with that. I mean, they’re even okay with us having sleepovers, which Eva was super worried about when she first came out.” 

Now that Rana thinks about it, it doesn’t make much sense why she’s not out to them. There’s no reason to keep it a secret, and, well, she’s not making any particular effort to hide it from her parents. Ever since the summer between seventh and eighth grade, when she would spend her days at the pool and notice her eyes kept lingering on the girls in their bathing suits, she’s known she was queer, and she’s never felt like she had to keep this part of her invisible. She’s just never talked about it with her parents. It’s never really been relevant.

They suspect, probably. They’d asked if she was dating Eva, back in ninth grade, and Rana had said no. She thinks girls are attractive, but she’s never really looked at Eva like that. They’d believed her, and that was that. 

So, they probably suspect she likes girls. And they don’t want her dating anyone yet, and she doesn’t want to date anyone yet or maybe ever, so it’s not something they’ve discussed any further.

Maybe she should come out to them. But she doesn’t even know what she would come out as. Is she pansexual? Does she like everyone? She must, because everyone is hot, and she’ll happily fantasize about someone of any gender. But she doesn’t want to date anyone, of any gender, so maybe she’s asexual. Maybe she likes no one.

It’s all very confusing, and she doesn’t know how she’d explain it to her parents when she can’t even explain it to herself, but that’s okay. If she’s not dating anyone- well, not real dating anyone- there’s no reason for her to try explaining it, anyway. 

“You good?” Asher asks, snapping a finger in front of her face. 

Rana blushes. “Sorry. Zoned out.”

Asher nods, and the bell rings, and she waves to her fake partner before rushing to her next class.

Over dinner, she picks at her chickpea salad before saying “We, um, have the homecoming dance this weekend. My friends and I were going to meet at my friend Asher’s house beforehand. Would you be able to give me a ride?”

Her mom nods. “Who’s Asher? I don’t think you’ve mentioned him before. Is he a new friend?”

“Um. They, actually. Asher is nonbinary.”

She’d promised Asher her parents would be totally okay with it, but anxiety curls in her stomach in the breath between when the word leaves her mouth and her mom nods. “Like Nadiyah’s child?”

Right. One of her parents’ friends from Mosque has a nonbinary child. Rana didn’t know Jarin very well before they left for college, but she silently thanks them for introducing her parents to the concept so they could understand her friend better. She nods. 

“Okay. So, is Asher a new friend? Where did you meet… them?”

“We sit together in study hall and work together on physics homework a lot. They’re nice.”

Her dad nods. “And other people will be there?”

“Yeah, Aziza and Eva will be there too. And Asher’s mom, so we’ll have adult supervision.” She’d arranged everything with her friends over a long thread of text messages on the way home. Aziza and Eva were happy to meet them at Asher’s house. According to Aziza, Asher’s mom was nice and her challah was delicious, and Eva wanted to meet “the person cute enough to convince Rana to finally go on a date.” She makes a mental note to make sure she and Asher were clear on the details of their fake relationship.

Her parents exchange a look that Raan couldn’t fully decipher, and then her mom says “I can drive you.”

So, the planning for transportation is out of the way, Rana notes with a sigh of relief as her dad begins asking her mom about work. The stories about her moms’ fifth graders are always entertaining. 

The next thing she has to plan is an outfit. This is difficult for a variety of reasons. For one, she does have to consider the prices, and thinking about money sometimes gives her a headache. Eva promises to help. She has a decent amount of money; tutoring in biology pays well. Rana’s good at it, and most people are bad at it, and she profits. Knowing how to spend that money wisely is the hard part. She also has to make sure the dress is parent-approved, so she promises to text them a picture before buying anything. It’s not like she’s interested in a sleeveless dress or anything anyway, but they want to make sure. 

Also, she needs to make sure her dress has a fabric that doesn’t make her want to tear her skin off. Rana doesn’t know why certain textures do that, but they do, and she doesn’t want to spend her homecoming dance covered in itchy uncomfortable fabric.

She makes her way through school, and it’s not as bad as yesterday. Lunch is actually good; she sits with Asher’s friends again, and they’re… really nice. Daniel is actually interested in hearing her ramble about bearded dragons, and the whole group laughs and jokes with each other like they’ve been friends for years- they probably have- but they don’t shut her out in the process.

It’s nice.

Rana is generally terrified of making friends, of people other than Aziza and Eva, but this… this is nice.

She mostly ignores Asher throughout study hall- she likes them, but she likes not failing calculus even more, and the pile of homework demands her focus- and then the school day is over and she’s in the passenger seat of Eva’s car, Aziza in the back, on the way to the mall to find their outfits for homecoming.

Like she expected, it takes a while, but eventually Rana finds a long green dress with a tolerable texture and a reasonable price. She tries it on and texts a photo to her mom. Her mom responds with a thumbs up emoji, fulfilling the third requirement for a homecoming dress, so she buys it. Briefly, she considers buying heels with the money she has left, before trying on a pair and realizing she can’t walk. Just the dress, then. Eva drives her home and she hangs the dress in her closet. 

School is mostly normal Friday morning, except for the constant flow of gossip about dates for the homecoming dance. It’s slightly nauseating. And then it’s lunch, which Rana spends again with Asher’s friends. She feels only slightly uncomfortable around them, compared to the “extremely uncomfortable” feeling of being around most other people, which is weird, but good. 

After lunch is the homecoming pep rally, which… Rana’s not entirely sure what the point is. School spirit? Getting excited for the football game Rana doesn’t really care about? Hearing everyone cheer until her head hurts and she can’t breathe?

Asher nudges her. “Are you okay?” 

“It’s loud,” she manages.

Asher nods and stands up, extending a hand to her. How fake-romantic. She takes their hand and allows them to lead her away from the bleachers, muttering something about the bathroom to the teacher that gives them an inquisitive look, and brings Rana over to the library. The library is good. The library is quiet. The library is not crowded. She finds a book about marine biology, and Asher finds a book she doesn’t catch the title of, and they read in silence until the pep rally is over.

“Where did you and Asher sneak off to?” Eva asks her after school. There’s a laugh in her voice.

“The library,” Rana tells her. Eva raises her eyebrows and grins. It’s pretty obvious what she’s implying. And Rana doesn’t hate the idea that she ditched the pep rally to make out with Asher. She didn’t, but the thought of kissing is more tolerable than the thought of going on dates and being their girlfriend. 

What the hell does that even mean? 

Later that afternoon, Aziza asks the group chat if they want to come to the football game with her, and Rana sends back a vomiting emoji. It’s cold, it’s loud, and she doesn’t see the appeal of watching football players get hurt. So she stays home, eats dinner, watches Netflix, and finds out from a text message several hours later that their school won.

Good for them, she supposes.

With the football game out of the way, they are now officially in Almost The Homecoming Dance territory. Rana has done all the planning she thinks is necessary, but there’s still the requirement of “figure out how to pretend you’re there with an actual date you have genuine romantic feelings for,” and that’s the main component she’s not prepared for.

Less than a day to figure that out.

It’s fine. It’ll be fun, she tells herself, lying.

#s's writing #aroallo #won't fall in love at the end #i've written a tiny bit of chapter 4 so maybe it will come sooner than 4 months from now

[insomniac-jay]

New Mother [IreJoou]

Description: With the birth of her son, Joou has never felt more exposed. But she's also never felt more happier.

Pairing(s): IreJoou

Warning(s): Joou's trauma, body image issues, swearing, Irefumi being a lil NSFW

Additional tags: Pre canon, Joou loves her baby boy and Irefumi, both of them are good parents, the baby's name is Hiko btw

Taglist: @floof-ghostie @calciumcryptid @s0ursop @opalofoctober @elflynns-horde-of-stuff @pizzolisnacks @peachyblkdemonslayer

Joou watched as the baby slept on her chest. There was still shock in her that she became a mother, especially at such a fairly young age. But she was happy; with her life, with her new baby. She had any- and everything she could've wanted. But it also forced her to look at herself, at her body.

For as long as Joou could remember, she always hated her body. From people staring at her chest to someone throwing a rock at her ass to even the incident with Midnight, she saw her body as nothing more than a curse. It, along with her foreign appearance, made her feel isolated. Made her a target.

But now that she had a child, well...maybe her body wasn't all that bad. When she was pregnant, she found new ways to live and eat. She began investing her time into hobbies like painting. Of course the issues are still there, but she's glad it was her that had this child.

The infant was of the same brown skin and black hair that her and her husband were, but his curls and eyes were definitely hers. Of course, he would be the first of many but for now, she could enjoy him.

Joou gently stroked his face with her thumb and heard him let out a small coo.

"You are so adorable." Joou kissed the child's head.

"Just like his mother, minha dama."

Joou turned to see Irefumi standing in the doorway with a huge, dorky grin on his face. His signature leather jacket was flung onto a nearby chair and he still had his boots on.

Ah! He does it again! Insufferable, she says to herself. "When did you get back?"

"A few minutes ago." He had just returned from the airport after he dropped off his bandmates and welcomed home with the sight of his wife and son together. "Looks like someone is attached to our baby boy."

"It's my first time being a mother, okay?" Joou held the baby in her arms. Also during her pregnancy, she sought advice from her own mother and aunt. Growing up, the two of them made motherhood look like it was so easy even with the hardest parts of it. And for that, Joou always admired both women. "You have no right to judge me."

A smirk then came to Irefumi's face. "But you didn't say that last night, minha dama~ If I remember correctly, you-" They almost hadn't notice the glare their wife was giving them. It wasn't until Joou motioned slipping her ring off that they got the hint.

"Sorry. But he's a cute little guy." Irefumi put their arms up in defense, allowing Joou to calm down. He then sat next to her and looked down at the couple's son. Not even he could believe it after 4 days, he was a father now! He made a baby!

"Our little prince." Irefumi rubbed the boy's back and held his wife close. "The first of many."

Joou smiled and then leaned on him, still holding her baby boy in her arms. Did becoming a mother expose her to things about herself? Yes. But was it worth it? Also yes.

"You're right. And I wouldn't want it any other way."

#jay's writings #ship: irejoou💎🎸

[desmondkane-of-ao3-fame]

Well since you haven’t done a question game for Skara, how about I be the first to ask?

Surprisingly you’re the first. I’m guessing most people thought ‘Oh, Des, he’s the Skara guy, someone already asked him obviously’ but nope! No one did, not till now!

There’s literally nothing to not love about Skara, but if I had to pick a single thing that I find the best thing about her, it would be… her hair poof! That’s serious btw. It stands out so well and makes her silhouette so unique in the world of TOH. But shoutout to her being a brilliant strategist everyone thought was just a valley girl too. That’s nice.

SKARA. ISN’T. BOSCHA! She isn’t nearly as cruel or as much of a bully. In fact, I’d bet money the only reason Skara ever was bully someone ever was because of Boscha. Throughout the show, whenever she’s separate from Boscha, she’s a sweetheart, and even when she’s with Boscha she just stands to the side. The worst thing Skara’s done directly to Willow on screen is comment ‘Good one Bosch’ to Boscha mocking her in ‘Wing It.’ I’m not saying that should just wipe Skara’s slate clean, and if you aren’t a fan for that I get it. But please don’t think Skara’s just a bully who loved bullying Willow as much as Boscha did…

I have a plethora of headcannons on my blog, but for Skara alone, I’ve always liked the idea that she has parents who are excellent chef’s, and Skara’s learning from them well (which you can see in Guitar Strings and Flower Petals a bit).

Surprisingly, I did love seeing Skara interact with King and the others in Boscha’s gang in ‘Swap.’ She doesn’t interact directly a lot with anyone who isn’t Boscha, so seeing her just pulling pranks on the townsfolk was fun and let us see the mischievous but not bullying side of her.

WILLOW! WHY! WHY ARE THERE 0 INTERACTIONS BETWEEN SKARA AND WILLOW?!?! THERE WERE TWO EPISODES WHERE THE ADVERTISEMENTS INVOLVED SKARA AND WILLOW ON SCREEN I WAS LITERALLY LIED TO TWICE WHY DANA WHY DO YOU HAVE TO PUNISH ME FOR WANTING TO SEE SKARA APOLOGIZE I SWEAR TO TITAN!!!!!

Er, right, headcannons for Skara and another character. Hmmm… well, I do like the idea of Skara and Amity reforming their friendship as well. Maybe not into something as powerful as Skara’s love for Willow or her chaotic friendship with Luz, but I would like it if Skara was able to refriend Amity and the two became close again.

#the owl house #skarlow #willow park #toh skara #toh #the ask game

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Sonic Dimensions: Chapter 3 - Alternative Sonic - Sunny

sorry for not updating for a while, i was travelling to my hometown in india and i was exhausted lmao. as of publishing this chapter, i am done with 5 chapters of sonic dimensions. they shall come too.

btw, mi in this chapter is pronounced like "my".

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The tear led them to another dimension. From the looks of it, it seemed Eris had already taken over this place. The sky was orange, lit with flames. The air smelled of smoke. “Wow, looks like Eris already did a number on this place,” said Tails. “We’ve got to find her quickly,” said Blaze. “Hey, are you people okay?” a voice asked. It seemed eerily familiar. “You guys fell from the sky.” The group turned around to see….. Sonic?

He looked slightly different from Sonic. His fur was a bit lighter and he wore glasses. Other than that, he looked exactly like Sonic. “Who are you people?” he asked. The rest of the group looked at him, then looked at Sonic, then at him again. “Who are you?” asked Sonic. “You look just like me!” “I was going to say the same thing!” the other Sonic exclaimed. “So… we have two Sonics?” asked Knuckles. “You have my name too?” asked the other Sonic. “No way… you’re also called Sonic?” “Why are there two of me? Just who are you people?” “There’s a perfectly reasonable explanation for this!” said Tails. “We’re in a different dimension so what we’re seeing is another version of Sonic!” “No way… you guys are from another dimension?” the other Sonic was awestruck. “Yeah… by the way, other me, have you happened to see a black cat girl come around here?” “Cat girl? Isn’t she with you?” he pointed to Blaze. “This Sonic doesn’t seem very bright, does he?” Blaze commented. “Well, not Blaze. The one we’re looking for is black, has long hair, and keeps rambling about causing chaos,” said Sonic. “Oh, I think I did see one pass me by. She pushed me out of the way. She was very rude,” the other Sonic recounted. “Can you tell us which way she went?” asked Tails. “Well, I…. oh no!” The other Sonic looked at his watch. “Its curfew time. If I’m late, my parents are gonna kill me! Sorry guys, I gotta go! Bye now!” With that the other Sonic ran.

“Is it me or did that other Sonic seem different from our Sonic?” asked Knuckles. “He seemed a bit… skittish,” said Tails. “Maybe we should talk to him,” said Amy. “If he knows where Eris went he can point us in the right direction.” “I’d mostly like to see what this Sonic’s parents are like,” said Sonic. “Come on, lets go!”

They soon reached the other Sonic’s house. They looked through the windows.

“Sonic, you are 2 seconds late,” his mother scolded. “Where were you?” “Well, I met some people from another dimension and one was an exact copy of me,” the other Sonic explained. “Yeah right. You know Robotnik’s army is out there. What if one his robots gets you? What will you do then? Ooh if only you would just listen to us for once.” “Mom, I swear I’m telling the truth.” “Don’t talk back to your mother Sonic,” his father scolded. “She’s telling you this for your own good. You know how ruthless Robotnik is. The little girl that lived next to us-” “I know, I know,” the other Sonic sighed. “You don’t have to keep reminding me of her.” “Then stop doing reckless things. We allow you to go out for two hours a day. Isn’t that enough? There’s children whose parents don’t let them go out at all because of Robotnik. Be grateful. Now go to your room!” The other Sonic sighed and went to his room.

From outside, Sonic and co watched the argument. “I don’t understand what they’re saying but that seemed a bit heated” said Tails. “Its strange to see him arguing with his parents like that,” said Sonic. “My parents never really cared enough. They just left me to do my own thing.” “Do you think we should talk to him?” asked Tails. “Lets give it a try,” said Sonic.

The other Sonic was sulking in his room when he heard a tap on the window. He looked outside to see Sonic and co. and jumped. He opened the window. “W-What are you guys doing here?” he asked. “We saw you arguing with your parents and wondered what that was about,” said Amy. “Oh, you saw that? Pretty embarrassing huh? Yeah my parents are overprotective. They have been ever since Robotnik came to power.” “Wait, what?! Eggman came to power here?!” Sonic was shocked. “Eggman? Who’s that?” “Its what we call Robotnik,” said Tails. “Eggman.. That’s kinda funny. Has he not taken over the world in your dimension?” “He did once but we kicked his butt,” Sonic bragged. “Ah, but we’re not so lucky. You see, Dr Robotnik once worked for good. But he soon became corrupt and had plans of taking over the world. His fellow scientists tried to stop him but he took all of them out. He made an army and began taking over slowly. Anyone who resists him are never seen again. Like what happened with my neighbour…” “What happened to them?” asked Tails. “Well… my neighbour was a sweet little girl about my age. We used to play together a lot. We were both very adventurous. Ever since Robotnik took over she had dreams that she’d be the one to stop him. I told her to be realistic, that she could be no match for him but she didn’t listen. One day she went out and tried to fight one of Robotnik’s robots alone. She failed and was captured. I tried to save her but I couldn’t. I failed. We haven’t seen her since. No one knows what happened to her. Ever since then my parents only want to keep me inside. After a lot of arguing they do let me go out two hours a day. After all I do need some fresh air…. Even if the air here isn’t really fresh. You know what, actually….” The other Sonic glanced at Amy. “You look a lot like my neighbour.” “This neighbour of yours, what was her name?” asked Tails. “Amy Rose.” Amy’s eyes felt like they could go out of her head at any second. She felt a chill up her spine. "I used to call her Rosy." “The other me…. She got captured?!” “Have you ever tried to go back and save her?” asked Sonic. “I’ve tried. But my parents just won’t let me. And even if I did, I don’t think I’d find her. I told you, those who resist Robotnik are never seen again. I just hope Rosy is alive at least." "Well then why don't we go find out?" asked Amy. "You'll never know until you go yourself." "But my parents…" "We'll go when they're not looking," Knuckles said. The other Sonic thought about it for a while. "I do want to see Rosy again…. yeah, okay. I'll go, but only if you guys come along." "Of course we're coming along. We're all in this together!" Amy said. "And you can get a taste at how we treat Eggman back in our dimension" said Sonic. "Hehehe… I like that name… Eggman.." ths other Sonic said. "Before we go, one of you needs to come up with a different name," Tails said. "It will be quite confusing with two Sonics here." "Oh, you guys can call me Sunny," the other Sonic said. "Its what Rosy called me." "Well its settled then. Come on guys, lets go save this world's Amy!" “Y-Yay!” Serena said.

The group waited until Sunny’s parents were asleep. Then they helped Sunny sneak out of the house. “I’m still not sure about this,” Sunny said. “What if my parents find out?” “Buddy, do you want to save Rosy or not?” asked Knuckles. “I do! She’s been my best friend for a long time…” Sunny said. “And… to be honest I may like her as more than a friend.” “Ah, so in this world Sonic is the one with the crush on Amy,” said Knuckles. “Oh, how romantic!” Amy said. “Yeah well anyways, lets go and save your friend,” Sonic said.

“Hey, you don’t talk a lot, do you?” Sonic commented about Serena. “Ah? W-Well, uh….. A lot of people say that about me,” Serena said. “Truth to be told I-I’m not exactly a social butterfly….. I h-have a hard time talking to people, and…. Especially new people.” “Well, you don’t have to worry around us, Serena,” Sonic assured her. “We’re already friends.” “We….. we are?” “For sure. And you can count on us.” Sonic gave her a wink. “Y-Yeah, sure,” Serena said, smiling.

They sneaked past robots and made their way to Eggman’s base. “This must be this world’s Eggman’s base, right?” asked Tails. “It sure looks like it,” Sunny said. “Its massive.” The base was a foreboding, grey tower like structure with robots guarding it. It seemed to have security cameras everywhere. “Tails, do you think you could hack into those cameras?” asked Sonic. “I can try,” Tails said. He got out his Miles Electric and began working on that. After a while, all the security cameras were down. “Wow, that was amazing, how did you do that?” Sunny asked, impressed. “I’ve always been good with technology,” said Tails. “And now lets take care of those robots,” said Sonic. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Sunny began. But before he could protest even more, Sonic was already gone. “Hey, you!” he called out to the robots. “You guys must be bored standing guard here all the time! Want a real fight?” The robots lunged at Sonic, but with a few spin dashes, they were already out of commission. “Wow, the other me is so cool!” Sunny marveled at Sonic. “Well, come on, lets go!” Blaze said.

They ran inside the base. Before going inside, Serena collected a bit of dust. “Serena what are you doing?” asked Blaze. “Aah! Y-Your highness… I… I was just…. W-Well, in stories there might be invisible lasers that t-trigger an alarm…. So… so I thought this would…” “Ah, of course”, said Blaze. “Come on now.” Blaze and Serena went inside. “Guys, stop” Blaze said. “There might be invisible lasers to trigger an alarm here.” “How could I have missed that?” Tails said. “Serena, would you blow the dust you collected?” asked Blaze. “Ah, y-yes your highness.” Serena stepped forward and blew the dust she had collected, leading to a lot of red lasers being revealed. “Someone needs to get to the other side and turn off the switch there,” Tails pointed out. “I can do it. I learnt a but of gymnastics with Rosy,” said Sunny. He dodged the lasers using the gymnastics skills he had learned. “Good job, Sunny!” Sonic gave him a thumbs up. “Gee, thanks.” Sunny turned off the switch, disabling the lasers. “Good thing Blaze pointed this out,” said Tails. “Or we would’ve been toast.” “Ah, it wasn’t me. Serena had some pretty good foresight.” “Ah…. ah haha…. Th-thanks your highness,” Serena was a blushing mess.

“Now we just have to find Rosy,” said Sunny. They ran ahead, only to be ambushed by several robots. “You aren’t going anywhere,” one of them said. “Sunny, you go ahead and find Rosy!” Sonic exclaimed. “We’ll take care of them.” “Huh? Well… can someone come with me?” “Serena and I will go with you,” Blaze said. “H-Huh?” Serena gasped. “Alright, lets go!” Sunny, Blaze, and Serena dashed forward while Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, and Amy fought the robots.

They ran forward until they reached an area that looked like a prison. Each cell had one human or mobian. “Oh gosh, look at all those people…. I-I feel so sorry for them” said Serena. “Rosy must be among those people” said Sunny. “Come on, we’ve gotta find her!” Just as they were about to go forward, another robot intercepted them. “Intruders are not permitted here,” it said in its robotic tone. Blaze incinerated it with her pyrokinesis. But before it was completely destroyed, it set off an alarm that summoned other robots. “Oh no! What should we do?!” Sunny asked. “We fight of course,” Blaze said. “Well, I-I’ve never fought before,” Sunny stammered. “A-And I still don’t know how to c-c-control my powers,” Serena hesitated. “I don’t see any other option! Come on!” Blaze summoned fire in her arms and started shooting fireballs at the robots. A robot appeared behind her, ready to take her out. “Y-Your highness, watch out!” Serena yelled. Sunny dashed to her side and kicked the robot so hard and fast that its head came off. “Wow, I did that!” Sunny was impressed. “I could use my powers for that!” “Good job Sunny!” Blaze said, grinning. But her smile vanished when she looked towards Serena and saw a robot behind her. “Serena, behind you!” Blaze shouted. Serena looked behind her. “Aaaah, l-l-leave me alone!” She held out her hand and a ball of light appeared that kept getting bigger and bigger. It soon engulfed the robot. “Serena, the light ball! Make it smaller or it’ll engulf the whole room!” Blaze cried out. “I-I-I can’t. I… I….” Serena strained hard, but the ball kept getting bigger. “G-G-Get out of here!” she cried. The ball suddenly hit a button which opened up all the prison cells. Then, it disappeared, throwing the trio back. “Hey, we’re free!” a mobian exclaimed. They all ran out of their cells, embracing their newfound freedom. Some thanked Serena on the way out. “Ah, I-I’m sorry you guys,” Serena said. “Well, it looks like it turned out quite alright,” said Blaze. “Yeah, you freed everyone!” said Sunny. “I-I did? Ah… ah ha ha ha.” Serena’s cheeks flushed.

Unknown to them, a giant robot towered behind them. But it was taken out with the slash of a sword. The trio looked back to see a pink hedgehog with her quills tied in a ponytail, wearing a red bandana on her head, a white t-shirt with red overalls, and red boots. “Oh no you don’t!” she exclaimed. Her voice sounded very similar to Amy’s. The robot was not completely destroyed yet. It turned towards the pink hedgehog. “Oh, you want more, huh?” she quipped. “I’ve got more!” She summoned another sword out of thin air and lunged at the robot. They clashed. Then suddenly, the robot went limp and collapsed. “Right on time as usual! Great job Mi!” the pink hedgehog said. “Aw, thanks Rosy!” a fox came into view. He looked very similar to Tails except for the lack of his signature twin tails - or the lack of any tail at all. He was holding a small laptop like device. “Rosy?” Sunny was stunned by her presence. “Sunny?” The two hedgehogs ran towards each other and embraced. Sunny lifted Rosy up a little. “Rosy, oh Rosy! Its so good to see you again!” Sunny exclaimed. “Same here Sunny! Oh I missed you so much! I was counting the days we could see each other again!” “Rosy, I-I thought you were dead. I-” “Oh Sunny, you should know I don’t go down that easy!” “That’s true!” Rosy then noticed Blaze and Serena. “Oh, are those your friends?” Rosy asked. “Ah, yeah. Rosy, this is Blaze the cat and Serena the butterfly. They’re actually from another dimension,” he said. “Another dimension! Oh my gosh, I have so many questions!” Mi beamed. “Haha, not now Mi,” Rosy said. “Anyways, its a pleasure to meet you, Blaze, Serena. My name is Amy Rose. But you may call me Rosy!” “A pleasure to meet you, Miss Rosy,” said Blaze. “Miss Rosy? Why so formal? Just Rosy is fine. Let me introduce you to my friend now. This here is Miles Prower!” she pointed to the fox. “I call him Mi. He was in the cell next to mine so I befriended him. Poor kid was being used because his parents were against Dr Robotnik. But let me tell you, Mi here is a genius. He was able to hack into the prison system and get both of us out. We’ve been fighting Robotnik from the inside ever since. Spying on him, finding out his secrets. Mi can now hack into his robots, like you saw him do earlier. We were just waiting for the perfect time to get back.” Mi blushed from all the praise. “Well, it was actually Rosy who encouraged me. She was just so overwhelmingly positive despite being imprisoned. And… she told me a lot about you, Sunny.” “Really?” “Yeah. She told me how you two used to play together, how you always supported her on her adventures, even how you tried to save her when she got captured. And now you’re here again to save her.” “Ahaha. I actually had a little help. From Blaze and Serena here and from some other friends.” “You have more of them?” Rosy was intrigued. “Yeah. Well, they’re all from another dimension. I met myself from another dimension. And there’s also one of you and Mi.” “Oh… my…. GOD!” Mi beamed. “Please please PLEASE take me to them! I need to meet this me from another dimension! Gosh I have so many questions. And..” “Calm down now, Mi,” Rosy said. “Though admittedly, I would like to meet this other me too.” “Sure. They’re fighting Robotnik’s robots right now! Lets go help them!” With that, they dashed off.

Meanwhile, Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, and Amy were busy fighting Robotnik’s robots. Sonic spindashed on them. Knuckles cut through them with his fists. Amy used her hammer. “There’s just so many of them!” Amy complained. “This Eggman really upped his game, huh?” Sonic commented. Finally, they defeated all the robots in their way. “Finally done!” said Knuckles. “I hope Sunny is doing okay,” said Tails. “Lets go check on him,” Amy suggested. But just then, a robot ambushed them from behind. It shot a laser towards them the knocked them forward.

“Ugh, that little butterfly girl let all the prisoners escape!” Robotnik barked. “Robots! I need you to bring her and all her little friends to me!” “Boss,” a robot came into the room. “We’ve got four intruders here.” “Bring them in.” Four robots forced Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, and Amy into the room. Robotnik turned towards them. When they saw him, their eyes widened. This world’s Robotnik looked the same as Eggman in their world except for one major difference. His iconic mustache was missing. In its place was hair - unusually long hair that touched the floor. Their expressions did not go unnoticed. “What? Shocked to be in my presence? Are you scared?” he mocked. The four started laughing. “What? What’s so funny? How dare you laugh at the great Dr Ivo Robotnik?! You will pay for your insolence!” “In our world, you have a mustache and no hair!” Sonic said still laughing. “Its strange to see you with hair that could rival Rapunzel!” “What? My hair is my pride! I can’t live without it! Are you making fun of me?” “No, really,” Tails was trying his best to hold his laughter. “I see. Well I believe you. Because I’ve got an assistant. Well, two assistants.” Robotnik waved his hand and his two assistants came out. “Eris! Eggman!” the quartet said, all shocked. “That’s right! You shocked?” Eggman asked. “How did you get here?” Sonic asked. “Well, when I saw that tear I followed Eris inside. It took a while to gain her trust but she told me all about the Rings of Light. So I promised her I’d get them for her.” “You’re a liar. You’d never do something for someone else without some benefit to you,” Sonic said. “Oh wow, can’t I just help someone because I feel like it? Honestly Sonic, you underestimate my kindness.” “Yeah. Kindness,” Sonic spat. “Now, if I’m not mistaken that little butterfly friend of yours had the Rings of Light, isn’t it?” Eggman asked. “She also freed all of my prisoners!” “She sure has some nerve. Anyways, where is she?” “As if we would tell you!” Sonic retorted. “Well then, looks like you four need some motivation!” Robotnik said.

Before the robots could do anything though, they all went limp. “What the-” “Good job, Mi!” Rosy said. “You guys! You’re back!” Amy exclaimed. “Guys, this is Rosy. And this is her friend Miles Prower,” Sunny said. “You can call me Mi.” “Oh. My. GOD! Its-Its really me from another dimension!” Tails exclaimed. “Oh my gosh, you’re me!” Mi exclaimed. They ran to each other. “I have so many things I wanna ask!” Tails said. “Me to!” Miles said. “You-you actually have tails!” “Yeah. People gave me a hard time for them.” “Same. For me it was my lack of a tail that made people bully me.” “And they’re stupid for that,” Rosy interjected. “Mi is a super genius.” “Gosh… you’re me?” Amy’s eyes sparkled at how cool her alternative self seemed. “Yeah. My gosh, I love your dress” Rosy said. “And I love yours,” Amy said. “Gosh, everyone’s meeting their alternative selves here. When will I get a chance?” Knuckles asked.

Eris noticed the rings on Serena. She growled and lunged at her. She pushed Serena, and they went flying out of the lab. “Serena!” Blaze dove after them. The rest soon followed.

Eris had Serena pinned down. She grabbed her wrists and tried to yank the rings away from her. “Give me the rings! They’re mine!” she demanded. “Th-They chose me!” Serena tried to sound confident but she faltered. “I don’t care what they chose! Those rings are mine and you will give them to me!” “Serena!” A fireball hit Eris, drawing her attention to Blaze. “You insolent princess!” she snapped. “Why do you want to take what’s mine too?” Blaze ran towards Serena and helped her up, then took her towards Sonic and co. “Are you alright?” she asked. “Y-Yeah, your highness.” The others were there soon. “All of you just want to see me suffer!” Eris screamed. “But I’ll make you suffer before that!” She bent the wind to her will to push the group back. “W-What is this?” Rosy asked. “She’s too strong!” Tails said. They tried to hold it together but the winds were too strong and they were pushed back. “Look I don’t know who you are but you’re not hurting my friends!” Rosy exclaimed. She summoned her swords and lunged at Eris, who was able to catch her. Rosy fought a bit more before she was defeated. “Rosy!” Both Sunny and Mi ran to her aid. “I’m fine. Just… who or what is she?!” “That’s it! You’re not gonna hurt my best friend like that!” Sunny curled into a ball and ran in circles around Eris to confuse her. Then he tried to land a hit on her, but he too was thrown away. “Sunny! Are you alright?” Rosy asked. “I’m fine.” “Ho ho ho! She really is more powerful than I thought! Go on, Eris! Destroy them!” Eggman bellowed. “You don’t need to tell me that.” Eris walked towards them. But suddenly, something hit her from behind - something in the shape of a blue ball. It was Sonic, performing his signature spindash. It was enough to knock a Chaos Emerald and a Sol Emerald out of Eris. “Ha ha, ya didn’t see me, did you?” Sonic taunted. “Wha-? Why you little….” Sonic and Blaze quickly caught the Chaos and Sol emerald.

“Ah…. ahahaha…. You think that was enough to hurt me? Pathetic. I’m still powerful even with six of the Chaos and Sol emeralds. Still powerful enough to cause chaos. Still powerful enough to make everyone feel my pain!” She summoned a powerful wind again to push the group back. “I’ll surely get you next time, Serena the butterfly. And you too, Princess Blaze of the Sol dimension! You will all feel my pain!” Saying this, Eris created a tear in the sky and jumped in. “What…. What was that?” asked Mi. “Its a really long story,” Blaze explained. “But basically she’s after Serena’s rings.” “Ohohoho, don’t think we’re done here, Sonic!” Eggman exclaimed. “Eris gave me a bit of her power which I injected into this robot my other self was working on!” A giant robot came into view. It looked like Robotnik, right down to the knee length hair. “Though…. Did you really need to put the hair on that robot?” Eggman questioned. “Its an important part of my identity! Just as your mustache is an important part of yours!” Robotnik defended himself. “Oh, right. Anyways, all of you, prepare to meet your doom!”

“One Robotnik is a pain already. Now we have to deal with two!” Rosy complained. “I’ve fought something like this in my dimension!” Sonic said. “He called it the Death Egg robot.” “Death Egg? What a funny name,” Mi commented. “Anyhow, we need to work together to defeat it!” Rosy declared. “That’s right! All of us will fight the robot! Tails and Mi can figure out how to hack its systems!” Sonic said. “Leave it to us!” Tails and Mi said in unison. “Right! Then lets go!” Sonic pointed at the robot.

Sonic and co started running after the robot. It shot missiles, which Blaze burned with her pyrokinesis. Amy summoned a big enough hammer to shoot the missiles right back, but the robot dodged it. Knuckles ran forward and punched its feet when he had the chance, bringing the robot to its knees. This gave the others a much needed chance to go all in. But no sooner they did that, the robot was back on its feet. “We won’t go down that easy!” Eggman declared. “And neither will we!” Sonic retorted. They continued running after the robot. It shot its missiles in close range to the group this time. Rosy was able to deflect them with her swords. Sunny also helped cover her. “Its slowing down! Knuckles, now’s your chance!” Sonic said. “Right on it!” Knuckles rushed forward and punched the robot again. The team then went all in. The robot attempted to grab Rosy but she freed herself quickly with her swords. The robot got up again and the fight continued again. “They’re all doing something…. While I have nothing to contribute,” Serena thought. “If…. If I could use my light powers…. No, I can’t control them yet. But…. but I have to. Okay Serena, be calm. Be calm….” She closed her eyes and put her hands forward. “Be calm.” Instead of a light ball, a beam of light shot from her hands. It hit the robot right in its chest and brought it down to its knees. Serena opened her eyes. “Wow, nice job Serena!” Sonic complimented her. “You…. you insolent little girl! You’ll pay for that!” The robot raised its arm but before it could do anything, it suddenly went limp and fell down. “Wha-What? How is this possible?!” Eggman snapped. “Wow, that power was useless.” Robotnik said. Tails and Mi ran forward. “Tails! Mi! You did it!” Sonic exclaimed. “Yeah! And I learned all sorts of stuff from Tails here! The fact that he can use his tails to fly is so cool!” Mi babbled excitedly. “I learned a lot from Mi too. Did you know he started fixing computers at the age of four?” “Well, this was a failure,” said Eggman. “Off to the next dimension I go. Good luck in all your endeavors, other me!” With that, he went into the tear Eris had made earlier. “You haven’t won yet! I’ll have the last laugh, just you wait and see!” Robotnik grumbled all the way as he went back to his base.

“Wow, this sure has been a day,” Sunny said. “I have to go back to my parents. They’re probably awake by now and wondering where I am. When I get back I am so grounded.” “You know, its strange that your parents care so much about you,” said Sonic. “Mine never did. They just left me to my own devices. You know, when I was four, I almost drowned. They were right there and they didn’t do anything.” “Wow… sounds scary. I guess I should be grateful my parents at least care,” said Sunny. “I just wish they weren’t so overprotective.” “Just talk to them,” said Amy. “You rescued Rosy and Mi after all. They should understand how brave you really are.” “Yeah, I guess.” “I need to go back to my parents too!” said Rosy. “Oh they must miss me. And I’ve missed them.” “And my parents too” Mi said. “Well, I guess this is goodbye,” said Sonic. “You know, you’ve really inspired me. I had this power which I never really used. Now I finally know what to use it for,” said Sunny. “We’re going to start a resistance against Robotnik,” Rosy announced. “It won’t be easy, but someday we will get our home back from him.” “I’m in!” said Mi. “I’ve never known a peaceful world and I wanna see it!” “Well, good luck to you guys,” said Sonic. “I’m sure you will be successful.” “I wish I could’ve spent more time with the other me,” Rosy said. “Me too! You’re just so cool!” said Amy. “I’m gonna miss you Tails!” said Mi. “I wish I could come with you to the other dimension.” “We have work to do here after all,” said Sunny. “Well, goodbye other me! I’m sure you will be victorious in the end!” said Sonic. “Goodbye Sonic!” With that, the group held hands and jumped into the next dimension.

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic oc #sonic dimensions #miles tails prower #knuckles the echidna #amy rose #blaze the cat #serena the butterfly #dr eggman #eris the cat #sunny the hedgehog #mi prower #rosy the hedgehog #my fanfiction

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how does yori react to death?

Yori,, has a complicated relationship to death as a whole.

She's constantly been in and around hospitals, and has studied all the scientific material she could get her hands on about it. Death, as a concept, isn't scary to her at all. It's as though they have a working relationship, she is perfectly able to peel herself back and look at it from a scientific standpoint- an inevitability, but one she can understand. Corpses don't scare her anymore, nor does death.

However, it's a bit of two sided issue. She's seen the life fade out of people's eyes before. She's heard their last words, she's held their hand as a final comfort before they go. She's feltseen the struggle, seen the hope before the fall. The way some close in on themselves when given the news. The goodbyes never get any easier. It's a terrible feeling to go into the recovery ward with dozens of others and come out on your own.

Her job, her duty, her goal- at least in the hospital- was to delay the inevitable. To stop people from dying from preventable causes, to let them live a full and happy life. She'll cry for those that are lost too soon, as any person would, but she can't afford to mourn for long.

She doesn't like to think about it much.

#vegetable answers #heart emoji this girl should probably have not been doing the thing shes been doing from a very young age #exploring the i n t e r e s t i n g way her upbringing and the ramifications of her quirk would and have affected her pysche! #She's tried to use her quirk on a dead guy before #didn't work but yknow #Her parents had no say in this btw!! I swear they are good people i will draw them soon #when the exploitation of a small child is SUS! 😳 #If anything her mother is the reason why she's not too terribly scarred for life from all this #pun not intended #anyhoo! Enjoy trying to figure out what the heck she went through! <3 #bnha oc comeback #yori hayashi // checkpoint