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theostrophywife · 6 months

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kiss with a fist | chapter nine.

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pairing: theodore nott x reader.

song inspiration: only love can hurt like this - paloma faith.

author's note: i'm truly sorry for this chapter. that's all.

The following week was the busiest you’ve ever been since term started. During the first two days alone, you had an exam in Alchemy, an essay in History of Magic, and a presentation for Charms. Combined with your prefect duties and the array of clubs and organizations you were involved in, you felt utterly drained by the time Wednesday finally rolled around.

You slumped into your usual spot at the Great Hall and muttered a greeting to the entire table.

“Merlin’s beard, you look more ghostly than Peeves,” said Mattheo. You glared at him in response, but opted to stay silent as you shoveled spoonfuls of mashed potato and gravy into your mouth. “Not even an insult, Y/N? Now I’m officially worried.”

“I’m exhausted,” you grunted. “I can’t even spare a single breath on how stupid your hair looks today, Riddle.”

Mattheo grinned. “And she’s back.”

You glanced around the table, not even realizing that you were searching for Theo until your gaze landed on his empty seat. You hadn’t seen him since the Hogsmeade trip, but you assumed it was because you’d skipped most meals to study at the library instead.

“Where’s Theo?”

Draco shrugged. “We thought he’d be with you.”

“I haven’t seen him all week.”

“Come to think of it, neither have I,” added Blaise. “Berkshire?”

Enzo looked up from his muffin. “I’ve only seen him in class. I figured he was studying with you, Y/N.”

“He’s probably just out for a smoke,” Pansy suggested.

It made sense. Theo did have a weakness for the little cancer sticks. You didn’t think much of it at the time, but when the week winded down to a halt on Friday morning and you still hadn’t caught a glimpse of Theo, you were beginning to think that something else was going on with him. He hadn’t accompanied you to feed Henry either, which you found extremely strange.

Ever since you first introduced him to the baby thestral, Theo never missed your visits to the Forbidden Forest. When you asked the boys, they said that while he did seem more moody and distant than usual, Theo still showed up to classes and quidditch practice. The only time he was noticeably absent was during meals at the Great Hall, which he obviously knew you would be present at. It might’ve been paranoia creeping in, but you were beginning to think that Theo was purposely avoiding you.

Fortunately, you had Potions with him that afternoon which would either confirm or disprove your suspicions. When you walked into the classroom, you did so with your head held high despite the obvious lingering discomfort from the slug club dinner. Professor Slughorn bowed his head as you took your seat, but you were too busy worrying about Theo to care. He was nowhere to be found.

You and Draco exchanged worried glances until Theo came bustling through the door exactly a minute before class started. He said nothing as he passed the aisle, skipping the table you usually shared to sit next to Malfoy. The blonde seemed surprised by this and shot you a questioning look.

Well, that all but confirmed it. Theo was definitely avoiding you.

You barely paid attention to the lesson as you racked your brain for a logical explanation. Was he mad at you about something? The last time you spoke had been the night of the Hogsmeade trip. You ate a perfectly pleasant dinner at the Three Broomsticks and even chugged a heinous amount of butterbeer together. On the trek back to the castle, Theo insisted on carrying your bags and kept hiding the fudge from you.

Nothing about that night indicated that he was upset with you. There had been that moment in the snow, but he had been annoyed with Mattheo and Enzo for the interruption more than anything else. Unless Theo had expected you to bring it up again, which you most definitely did not.

But still, you hardly thought that was a reason for him to suddenly give you the cold shoulder. Maybe he was embarrassed. Maybe he regretted it.

The possibilities weaved an endless thread of thoughts in your mind. By the time class winded down, you had given yourself a headache from thinking so much, which made you cranky and slightly angry because you realized that you hadn’t paid attention to a single thing Slughorn had said for the past hour and a half.

As your fellow classmates and professor filtered out of the classroom, you stayed behind and waited for the chance to talk to Theo. He seemed to be packing his things slowly, probably expecting you to grow impatient and leave before missing your next class. Sometimes it irked you how well Theo knew you.

You marched up to his table with your arms crossed.

Theo slowly looked up from his seat. “Can I help you with something, Y/N?”

“I haven’t seen much of you this week.”

He carelessly tossed a quill into his bag. “I’ve been busy.”

“Obviously.” You took a deep breath and pushed down your irritation. “I just...thought I’d check up on you. That’s all.”

“I’m fine,” he snapped.

“You haven’t shown up to any meals and you even skipped out on feeding Henry. Draco said you’ve been acting off all week.”

“Malfoy needs to mind his own goddamn business.”

You frowned. “He’s just worried about you, Theo. So am I.”

“I told you, I’m fine. Don’t bother worrying about me. I’m not your responsibility.”

“I never said you were,” you snapped back, barely leashing your annoyance. “If you want space, that’s fine but you don’t need to lash out at me or anyone else.”

Theo clenched his fists. “Well I’m sorry that my mood has become such an inconvenience, but seeing as none of you know how to leave me the fuck alone, I don’t really give a shit if you feel like I’m lashing out.”

His words lit a fuse in you until your irritation bubbled into anger. “What is your problem?” you bit out.

Theo rolled his jaw, averting his gaze. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“This,” you exclaimed, waving your hands over him in frustration. “This is what I’m talking about. I don’t know what I said or did to upset you, but obviously there’s a reason why you’re this pissed because you’ve been avoiding me all week.”

He sneered. “Please, don’t flatter yourself.”

You wanted to throttle him. You wanted to lean over the table, grab him by the collar, and shake him until he came to his senses, but you knew that nothing good would come out of this conversation if you stooped to his level of stubbornness.

“Why are you acting like this, Theo?”

For the first time that day, he looked up and met your gaze. Something unreadable flashed through his eyes, but Theo snuffed it out quickly. That mask of cocky arrogance, the one that he had lowered more and more over the past few months suddenly locked into place. It was painful to physically watch him put his walls up.

Those endearing dimples and playful sense of humor that you've grown so fond of were nowhere to be found. His lips curled into a sneer, those watercolour eyes devoid of emotion. There was no cheeky smile, no suggestive banter, no trace of the boy you had come to think of as your friend. This wasn't your Theo. You had no idea who the stranger standing in front of you was.

“Like what?” He said in a venomous tone. “This is how I’ve always been. You said it yourself. We’re rivals, remember? It’s not my fault that you thought we’d be anything more.”

“I thought we moved past this petty rivalry bullshit.” Your chest tightened as though someone had reached into your heart and wrenched it out of place. “I thought we were starting to become friends.”

“I am not your fucking friend, Y/N.”

You flinched and took a step back. Theo clocked your reaction and winced, but it was too late for his regret now. It felt like he had poured a cauldron full of acid over your head. A part of you wished he had instead. It would have hurt less.

Out of instinct, your defenses locked into place one by one. You laughed bitterly. “So what? You can fuck me, but you can’t even call me your friend?”

For a split second, Theo’s expression fell, but it was swiftly replaced by anger. “What did you expect? That we’d walk down the halls acting like we’re best mates? The Ravenclaw and her little Slytherin simpering after her like some fucking dolt? That’s not us. We fight, we fuck, and that’s it. Honestly, Y/N. I don’t know what the fuck you want from me!”

You could have let it go. Obviously you knew that there was a deeper reason why he was acting like this. You could have walked away and accepted that Theo was just incapable of communicating his feelings without pushing you away, but backing down from an argument had never really been your style. You were like a rabid dog with a bone. Incapable of admitting defeat.

“I want you stop being a fucking asshole and tell me why you’re so goddamn angry because obviously something’s set you off since we last spoke.” You rounded the corner of the table and got in his face. The chair made a scraping sound against the floor as Theo stood and easily towered over you. His height advantage didn’t deter you from pointing your finger in his face. “What is your fucking problem?”

Theo growled as he seized your wrist. “Don’t fucking push me, Y/N.”

You yanked your arm out of his grip and tugged at his tie. “Why not, Theo? Hm? Are you afraid that your little asshole charade will crumble the second you have a genuine moment? Godric fucking forbid you express an actual emotion without deflecting it with humor.”

He pushed you against the table, his eyes flashing like a dark sign in the ether. You knew it was a bad idea to push him, but you just couldn't help yourself. Something inside of you longed to activate the big red button of Theo's temper. “You have no idea how I feel.”

“That’s exactly the point! You hide behind that cocky, arrogant little smirk and you think it makes you strong, but it doesn’t. In fact, it makes you weak.”

“Shut up,” Theo snarled. “Shut the fuck up, right now.”

“Why don’t you fucking make me?”

As soon as the words came out of your mouth, you knew you would live to regret it. Theo smashed his lips against yours, cutting off whatever insult you were about to hit him with next. You gasped as he slipped his tongue inside your mouth, his kisses possessive and punishing.

“You drive me fucking insane,” Theo growled as he picked you up and placed you on the table as though you weighed nothing.

“And you don’t?” you shot back, pulling at the curls at the nape of his neck. “You’re so frustrating that it makes me want to fucking scream.”

His teeth grazed your neck and he bit down hard. “Why is it that you insist on having the last word every time? Why can’t you just leave things alone?”

“Why can’t you stop being a prick and say whatever it is that you want to say instead of throwing a goddamn tantrum?” You retorted as you unlooped his tie. “You’re not a child, Theo. You need to grow the fuck up!”

He nearly ripped the buttons off of your shirt, his hands shaking with anger and anticipation. “Oh, like you’re so fucking mature. Cornering me. Riling me up. You knew exactly what you were doing, Y/N.”

“What was I supposed to do?” You said angrily as you undid his belt. “Making you angry seems to be the only way to get you talking.”

“If it wasn’t already fucking obvious, I don’t want to talk!”

“So what? You just want to sit around and pout, leaving the rest of us to figure out what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“No,” he growled, gripping your thighs so hard that it was sure to leave marks. “What I want is to fuck out my frustrations until I stop feeling so goddamn angry.”

“So fucking do it already!”

“Bend over,” Theo snarled, spinning you around until your back pressed against his chest. “Bend the fuck over right now.”

You leaned over the table, your cheek pressed against the smooth surface as Theo pumped himself behind you. He hiked your skirt above your waist and palmed you through your soaked panties. Theo hissed when he felt how wet you were for him. He didn’t even bother removing your thong, opting to push it to the side before slotting himself inside of you.

“Fuck,” Theo cursed, bracing himself against the table. “God, you’re so tight.”

“Stop talking and fucking mo—“

You didn’t get the chance to finish your sentence before Theo thrusted sharply into you. He chuckled darkly as your moan echoed off the walls. Theo ripped the scrunchie holding your braid together and gripped your hair in one hand while the other pressed gently against your throat.

“I told you,” he whispered harshly, his lips pressed against your neck. “There’s nothing I enjoy more than fucking the attitude right out of you. Not so brave now, are you Y/N?”

“Fuck you, Theo.”

“Technically I’m fucking you,” he said with a smirk.

The pace he set was punishing. You were vaguely aware of glass breaking and books scattering to the ground, but you didn’t care. This was familiar. Fighting with your bodies made sense to you.

All of the pent up feelings and tension made you anxious. It was a disaster waiting to happen. The anger within you was Mount Vesuvius, boiling and roiling with hot magma, ready to explode and erupt at any given moment, while whatever complicated relationship that had blossomed between you and Theo served as Pompeii. There was nothing strategic or logical about any of this, but at this moment, you wanted nothing more than to lose yourself in angry, meaningless sex.

Except it wasn’t meaningless. Not really. Because when Theo turned you around and placed you over his lap, you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

“Look at me, Y/N.” You clamped your eyes shut. You didn’t trust yourself not to cry if you opened them right now. Theo caressed your cheek. “Please, just look at me.”

“Why?” you asked, your voice breaking. “What good would that do?”

“I want to see your eyes,” he answered. “I need you to see what you've done to me. I need you to see that you've wrecked me, ruined me. I can't breathe when you're around and it's even more painful when you aren't. I feel like I've gone mental. You've lodged yourself so deep that I wouldn't be able to get you out even if I ripped my heart out of my chest."

“Don’t,” you hissed, snapping your eyes wide open. You felt like a cornered animal, lashing out at the closest thing. “I don’t want to hear it, Theo. You’re only saying that because we’re having sex and you want to clear your conscience. Don’t fucking bother. We can fuck and get it out of our systems one last time without you feeling guilty about it.”

Theo stiffened. The gravity of your words rolled over him like the eruption that had destroyed the ancient Roman city. Whatever precarious thing that may have existed between you died right then and there. Everything turned to ash and the bitterness of destruction lingered in your mouth, choking you with its acrid taste. Theo pried himself away from you and angrily pulled his clothes back on.

“Is that what you think this is?” He seethed, his voice dripping with venom. “Just a quick fuck to get it out of our systems?”

You tugged your shirt back on and smoothed over the front of your skirt. “What?” you challenged. “It’s like you said, Theo. We fight, we fuck, and that’s it.”

His expression crumpled as you threw his words back at him. It tasted like ash in your mouth, but the bitterness was nothing compared to the ache in your chest as Theo pinned you with his gaze. There wasn't any trace of anger left in him. Instead, you saw nothing but disappointment.

It struck you harder more than his fury would have. You didn’t understand why he was acting like this. Theo was the one who pushed you away first. You were just returning the favor.

Those watercolor eyes that had become so familiar to you had never seemed farther, like they belonged to a complete stranger. “I may be weak for hiding my feelings, but what does that make you?” His wounded expression cut you to the core. “You’re always so smart, so calculated. Two steps ahead of everyone else. There isn’t an argument that you aren’t determined to win." His lip trembled as he averted your gaze. "Well, I’m done fighting. No matter what I do, you just keep rebuilding that impenetrable armor of yours and I’m tired of trying to break through, Y/N.”

There had never been anything more tragic than the look of absolute defeat on Theo’s face. You watched in silence as he walked out of the empty classroom.

It might’ve been minutes or hours later before you finally peeled yourself off of the table. You walked through the dungeons alone, feeling cold and numb. The sun had started to set over the horizon when you finally made it back to Ravenclaw Tower. You held yourself together until you opened the door to your dorm. Luna took one look at you before rushing to your side.

Your friend caught you just before you crumpled to the ground. Luna held you in her arms as you sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. Somewhere deep within you, a dam had broken and all of the emotions and tears and ugly, complicated feelings that you kept contained behind a steel wall of logic spilled out of you in waves.

“It’s alright,” Luna whispered, rubbing your back. “It’s going to be alright, Y/N.”

You didn’t have the heart to tell her that she was wrong. Nothing would ever be alright again because you hadn’t just watched Theo walk out of that empty potions classroom.

You watched him walk out of your life as well.

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papuhater · 8 months

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I THINK

┊ ˚➶ ｡˚a/n I don’t know actually, this is shitty and short. ┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ cw: reader knows spanish, miguels (both) are asses and say bad things, reader is harassed on the street but nothing happens thanks to the plot. ┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ pairing: miguel o'hara x spiderwoman!reader

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something was wrong with y/n, miguel knew, she had not clocked in and wasn’t with webslinger or peter b. he wasn’t worried, no, he kept saying that to himself as he stared into the door, expecting her to appear. and she did

“you look dead.”

“you sure know how to charm a lady” she replied bitterly and she held a carton

“i hope you got it right this time” he shot a web and pulled it to him, she just let him take it. weird, she normally made him say thank you, what was weirder is that the empanadas were of meat, not mixtas. he huffed and side eyed her while she tried to leave

“lyla lock the doors.” he sighed and leaped from his platform “look, ninety nine, something is up” she opened her mouth but before she could speak she was cut off “and don’t try to deny it. you look as if you hadn’t slept all night, you come in late, and now you are very silent” she sighed

“why would you care?”

“i don’t”

“then stick your nose in other person’s business” she huffed and tried to open the doors, they were locked

“lyla open the doors.” miguel gave up, but the doors didn’t open “lyla?” suddenly, the lights went off “the hell?”

“boss, you might not like this..”

“we’re locked in, send people” he tried to talk to the gizmo, but it had no answer, the doors seemed to have locked it too hard and blowed a fuse, now he was locked with y/n in the room.

“you can’t communicate out of here, you imbecil, we just have to wait.” she huffed, clearly annoyed “they better come in soon” she looked at him “what time is it?”

“well it’s 8 in the morning.” she nodded and muttered something “what did you say?”

“nothing, it’s just that I have to be somewhere today, around 6:40”

they kept quiet after that, y/n not talking and looking nervously at the door, while miguel messes with his gizmo and trying to get the power back on. each of them seem on edge, as if any word could set them off.

“could you stop sighing? it’s distracting” he growled

“oh so now I can’t breathe?” she spat out, while glancing towards him

"yeah you can't, because you can't even do things right!" he scowled "everyday you come in, with a stupid smile, stupid empanadas mixtas, and a stupid teasing tone!" with every word, he got closer, until he was jabbing his finger onto your chest "you are everything i hate in a person! giving stupid advice and sarcastic remarks! no se como mi yo de otra dimensión se pudo haber enamorado de ti!"

"don't say that..." she said softly, slapping his hand off "don't even dare to day that! you know nothing!" her voice cracked, and just as it happened the door cracked too, revealing a few spider people who came to save them.

"we're done here."

and like that, she left.

"boss, not to say anything, but you're an ass."

miguel did nothing to deny it.

"amor? are you okay? you have barely touched your pasta."

"huh?" she snapped out of her daze, with a fork in her hand, she was swirling the pasta around "oh, it's nothing, you know, just a hard day."

"what could be hard about your days? cielo, you're a stay-at-home wife, not a geneticist." he laughed, he tried to lighten her up, but it only made her more gloom.

"yeah, i guess, it just gets lonely, i get sa-" before she can end the statement, she's interrupted by a vibration from her husband's phone, miguel held finger as he took the call, she just sat there in disbelief

"hey...yeah?" he let out a short laugh "oh? yes i can be there, when? right now?" he spared a glance towards y/n and mouthed a 'sorry' "hold on" he placed a hand on his phone, covering the speaker "i'm sorry, but i need to leave, see you at home" he said quickly and before she could answer, he kissed her temple and left her on the expensive restaurant.

she looked into her plate, then called a waiter.

"the check please"

after getting the plate, miguel had left in the car so she had to walk home, while she walked, her head was lost in thought, in miguel, in her miguel, was miguel even her miguel anymore? he seemed so distant, it was her fault, she never did anything correctly.

suddenly, a drop of rain fell on her head, making her look upwards, many drops followed

"mierda, esta lloviendo" she made a turn in an alleyway, a shortcut, but little did she know, that with her clouded mind did not choose the right alley.

as she made her way into the alley a vulgar sound was heard

a fucking wolf whistle

"ayo lady!" she tried to ignore them "i'm talking to you! didn't your daddy taught you good manners?" she grimaced at the comment, and walked a little faster, until she heard footsteps behind her, so she began to run.

"c'mon girly, we only want to give you a good time" one of the men said

they caught up with her, and when one tried to touch her, she punched him, hard.

"you fucking bitch!" the men grabbed a hold of her, she squirmed and kicked, scratched and punched but she was outnumbered, she wasn't gonna give up easily, she spat on the 'leader's face, and he punched her, on the nose, and she began to bleed

"i'd advise you to stop" was heard, everyone turned to the shadow, the rain droplets making a hard noise on the pavement "the lady clearly doesn't want it." her eyes tried to decipher who it was, and they did

it was miguel o'hara.

"and what if i don't you lucha libre fighter?" the man mocked miguel

with a sharp movement, talons and claws came out of miguel's body

"you won't like what come's next."

"look, macho, we don't want problems so turn around-" before he could even finish he was in a web, dangling in the air

"anyone else?" he growled.

"miguel.." she began, drenched in rain

"ninety nine, i know, i know i shouldn't have sai-" y/n hugged him, and began to cry

y/n was crying

he hugged her back

they stayed like that in the rain until miguel held her and shot a web, and pulled the two of them up, they swung through the city, until they arrived to a ceiling, her ceiling. in her ceiling, he gently let her go, and took a tuper, with empanadas mixtas, he helf them out as if they were a peace offering

"i'm sorry ninety-nine, i shouldn't have lashed out my pent up anger towards you"

she took them and smiled "call me y/n."

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no se como mi yo de otra la dimensión se pudo haber enamorado de ti = i don't know how me from the other dimension could've fallen in love with you

mierda= shit

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weirdo09 · 11 months

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estas bien, mami?(gn)

a miles g/prowler! miles x reader

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teasing to the point of short term periods of not eating

slight eating disorder

possibly sensitive topics

tooth rotting fluff

annoying brothers

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you know how your younger brother can say stupid shit at times but you really didn’t think it affected you until that day. every now and then, you’d get little comments from your brother like “oh, she’s eatin’ again? fattie.” or “why do you eat up all the food?” it didn’t really effect you, all it did was annoy you but as it persisted, the more you started to wonder if he was actually right.

the first time he ever said anything was at a cookout with your extended family in georgia. you were on your second plate of food when you heard him and your boy cousins snicker bout how much you were eating. “look, watch out! y/n’s gonna leave us hungry with the way she’s eatin’!” they said, you just rolled your eyes and went to sit with your other cousins. it was nothing but a harmless joke at the time.

the second time was when you and him were at the dinner table. “you sure you wanna eat all that? i mean, you look pretty big already.” he whispered past you, getting his fill on mac n cheese and chicken. you huffed and put up the finger, your momma scolded you and sent you upstairs to finish your dinner. “estúpido.” you said under your breathe, that you learned from miles. (y’all aren’t dating officially yet) that night, you didn’t eat as much as you normally did but it wasn’t like anyone would notice, right?

the third time was when you two were over a friend’s house, your momma forced you to bring your brother over for ‘quality time’ or some shit. as you left downstairs to eat, he popped up, snickering with your friend’s brother. “look at the hippo!” they squealed, unfortunately your friend and her mom barely heard so your mood was officially ruined for the rest of the night. you eat a moderate size amount of food and you would soon suffer the consequences for your stomach growled most of the time there.

the fourth and final time before the ‘day’, was the day after getting back from your friend’s house. you didn’t even bother getting breakfast not like your family cared, apparently. you went down for lunch and got a apple while your brother was staring at you.

“all for today, hippo?” he asked, you nodded and ran up the stairs. you walked over to the bathroom, you decided to weigh yourself just out of curiosity. surprisingly, you lost 20-25 pounds in the last week. the last time you weighted yourself, you were 199 lbs. you thought about going lower, maybe then he would stop picking on you. so you decided you go down to 160, losing 39 pounds was easy.

as the weeks passed, you were getting slimmer and slimmer. you smiled at the console of getting skinny, you weren’t an ideal type for boys. maybe then they’d start to notice you. your mom also made quick remarks about your unknown weight loss and about how she was so proud that you stopped eating as much. you weighted yourself and saw that you slimmed down to 146.

‘yes!’ you thought, you were finally perfect. or should you go lower? ‘do it, y/n.. you know you want to..’ a voice said creepily, you shivered. you got off the scale and made way to your room. that was a strange thought but you managed to look past it. you thought about it for hours, it was slowly eating away at you. 1-2 weeks later, you were down 130. you felt tired but happy.

after that, you were getting more and more exhausted. simple tasks began to take a toll on you. one day, ‘the day’, you went on the scale and passed out. you woke up, laying on the bathroom floor. you tried to get up but you were too tired. then you thought about calling miles, ‘he wouldn’t want to see you… not when you look so ugly, so disgusting… you should be ashamed..’ the voice said again.

going against it, you rang up miles. “què pasa, mami?” he asked, you sighed deeply. “nothin, could y-y-you come over? i wanna see you.” you said, gasping for air. “alrigh’, ma, hang on tight.” he said, hanging up. you passed out again.

“hey, mrs. [last name], you do know where y/n is?” miles asked, the lady shook her head. “maybe try in her room?” she suggested, he thanked her. he walked up the stairs and made way to your bedroom before he saw the bathroom door open with you lying on the floor. miles stared in concern and walked towards you. “mami? puedes oírme?” miles asked, shaking your body for a response. “nnghhh…” you groaned, “stop shaking me!” you said in annoyance, miles pulled you into a hug.

“ma, estás viva!” miles exclaimed, holding you close and smiling down at you. “yeah? i’m fine, miles.” you said, staying in his hold a little longer before attempting to get up. you fell before miles caught you. “estas bien, mami?” miles asked, worried. you looked down at your body and began to tear up, “no, miles, no, i’m not ok..” you whispered, miles picked you bridal style and walked downstairs.

gladly, there was no one there to stop him from taking you to his house because best believe he would fight if he had to. you hid in his chest most of the way there. once you got there, miles made way to his room and closed the door with his foot. he placed you down on his bed.

“mind tellin me why i found you on the floor passed out?” he asked, staring into your eyes. “i just tryna ‘ose a few pounds, ‘s all..” you mumbled, miles frowned. “mila, mi vida,” he began to say, getting down on his knees to hold your hands. “eres tan hermosa, mi niña bonita.” he finished, kissing up your arms to your lips. it was short and sweet.

you started to tear up again, miles frowned deeply. “ah, mami, no lloles, pol favol, odio verte molesto…” he said, rocking you in his arms. the two of you ended up cuddling, miles hummed a song softly to you while tracing your face. you lied against him, content. “who said that you needed to lose weight?” miles asked, his demeanor changing slightly though he still traced your face with his finger.

“uhm, no one-.” you began to say when miles shot you a “tell me the truth or i’ll fight a random nigga” look. you sighed, “my brother..” you spat out, miles stopped tracing your face to look at you properly. “and my mom, a bit.” you confessed, miles’ usual warm hazel eyes turned cold. “you’re with me for a few days, mami, ok?” he said, though it sounded more of a command. you nodded, rio’s cooking was amazing. “good..” miles whispered, kissing your cheek. you cheesed softly. “estás a salvo conmigo, niña..” he whispered in your ear, him speaking spanish always made you fall head over heels.

translations-

què pasa, mami? - what’s up, mommy?

mami? puedes oírme? - mommy? can you hear me?

ma, estás vivas! - ma, you’re alive!

estás bien, mami? - are you ok, mommy?

mira, mi vida - look, my life

eres tan hermosa, mi niña bonita - you are so beautiful, my pretty girl

ah, mami, no llores, por favor, odio verte molesto.. - ah, mommy, please don’t cry, i hate to see you upset..

estás a salvo conmigo, niña.. - you’re safe with me, baby girl

#cade’s writing ✍🏾#earth 42 miles morales x reader #prowler miles x reader #earth 42 miles morales #x black reader #< my default for writing #astv #istv #spider man across the spider verse #spider man into the spider verse

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onyourhyuck · 2 years

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CPR. | lee jeno (M)

synopsis; y/n sees her best friend smoking a joint one day, and decides to try it out. “holy shit, i need a cpr.”

warning; jeno and y/n are bffs 👯‍♀️, jeno tries to tell y/n no, y/n is stubborn, jeno is a soft dom, y/n is a softie too, Highly suggestive and smut, kissing, hair pulling, motorbike jeno.

╰─▗ ▘➤𖥸 welcome to CPR.

if you asked people how to describe jeno and your relationship with him, it would be ‘two peas in a pod’. inseparable clingy people who grew up together since diapers.

jeno dislikes having girls around him but you are the only expectation. he finds most girls annoying and basic, but you grew up to being the opposite of most girls he met. you’re not afraid of most things, jeno very much is scared of insects surprisingly for his cold intimidating personality, you are extremely messy, he isn’t, and you have a knack for being a pain in his ass.

the dreamies sometimes don’t believe jeno that he isn’t in love with you because he never shuts up about you. and neither do you, you brag about your best friend jeno to people. y/n tells her friends that her best friend is talented in sports, that he can dance really well— he won awards for his dances, and that he is musically talented.

you see jeno outside the building you just came out of. his thick veiny hands were rolling up a joint soon enough it was lit so he can finally smoke it. y/n doesn’t care much about smoking but she is interested when jeno does it.

“yah, jen.” you call out poking by his side like an annoying pest. he looks down at you, “sup you finished work early,” he said in surprise. y/n nods, “share the joint with me.”

the moment you said this, his eyes darken. “no, y/n” was the immediate answer to you, his stubborn self was clear on not influencing you onto these things because 1, you are a good girl who doesn’t like doing these things and 2, jeno doesn’t want to feel like he is influencing you onto these things.

something else must of made him hesitant too because when you encouraged him, he had a long trail of thought., he slowly takes the joint from his lips passing it to you, very carefully as if he was still questioning your seriousness. y/n takes the joint from the hand, immediately putting it close to the lips.

smell of the joint created a suffocating blockage to your nostrils and lips the second you’ve smelled it. jeno watches you choke,and the joint was given back. you gasp, almost dramatically because you barely inhaled anything jeno thought.

this is what made him hesitant. he really didn’t want to make you choke.

“oh my god jeno that’s the shit you smoke?” y/n exclaims. he shakes his head at you, “you barely inhaled any y/n.” he said.

you ignore the remarks from your best friend, coughing once more. “holy shit, i need a cpr.” you shout out, tapping your chest. the joint practically sucked the every last oxygen from you.

the pink hair boy drops the joint, seeing his best friend struggle for air even though it was a bit dramatic in his opinion, he wanted to help out in the situation because technically it is his fault for giving you the joint in the first place, next time he will completely reject any stupid idea you say.

you lean to the motorbike beside him, he wraps an arm around your shoulder, waving his lips to y/n’s when motioning your head to him.

y/n wasn’t aware of jeno moving her head on him until their lips were touching. wide eyes, jeno smirks into it. he quickly pulls away, seeing that your breathe and chest was much calmer. y/n blinks still in shock, watching jeno move just barely away from you.

“you asked for the cpr” jeno murmurs darkly, “and you got it.” he told again. y/n’s eyes fell down on his beautiful plum lips, kissing him again deeply. jeno turns into shock, but returns it as soon as it happened.

gosh who knew you would feel so good kissing? jeno most definitely didn’t see this happening ever. but it did. and he isn’t regretting a single thing out of it.

from the way their lips touched each other it felt as if it was jeno’s new favourite hobby, except he won’t ever get tired of it. the feeling was something refreshing, both emotionally satisfying and hot. y/n felt most vulnerable with jeno, so when she was able to go back for a second kiss, it proved that jeno indeed was her safe place.

y/n lightly pulls on jeno’s pink hair gently, feeling every single stimulation on his body. even if it would be taste, touching, seeing— she wanted to be only involved with jeno.

the boy casually wraps his two arms around y/n’s waist lifting her up in between his legs as his body slanted on the motorbike seat.

your stomach was resting in between his crotch area with the black ripped jeans, his colourful vibrant pink made him look extra hot today, y/n wasn’t taking no chances to not bite on the bottom lip.

jeno groans towards your actions leaning back, suggesting he was in enjoyment. he did not want this to end, neither did you.

however it did have to end because the dreamies come out of the same building as they finished work. the gang arrived noticing the two making out on his motorbike, their jaws drops to the ground.

“seriously get a room,” jisung told looking away awkwardly. y/n and jeno pull away slowly, his hands tighten when the boys approach two of you.

“I knew something was going on between you two.” jaemin said, arriving to check his motorbike. mark laughs a little, “congrats you finally kissed her,” he fists bumps jeno a little, y/n watches jeno fist bump and she shyly looks away. “seriously i just needed cpr it’s nothing like what you’re thinking guys.”

jeno smirks a little, “well you know when to find me for more cpr.”

haechan gags in the background when hearing jeno tell y/n this. “augh, work on your dirty talk game a little.”

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@onyourhyuck please refer from translating, copyrighting and plagiarising my work, thank you!

#jeno smut #nct smut #nct fanfiction #nct x reader #nct jeno

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becauseimanicequeen · 24 days

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RANDOM THOUGHTS: Deep Night ep. 5

I’m going into this episode just wanting more throuple moments. And to see more neon lights and colors (because I’m a slut for that). I don’t really care about anything else (unless it’s the mom and her girlfriend).

And here they are! I love these women. They’re so sweet, supportive, and playful with each other. I’m glad Khem’s mom has such a strong supporter next to her. It seems like she truly needs it. (Especially when her son has his head stuck up his own ass…)

Seji is too shocked and confused to speak. I don’t blame him, though. I mean, just the sight of Pan and Ken could make anyone speechless.

Khem is so annoying. Why is he standing there looking all sorry for himself? Get your fucking act together and apologize.

Wela sleeping with a book covering his face… That takes me back to my teenage years when I read novels every night until I fell asleep.

Wela's house looks so similar to Non’s house in DFF. Is it the same house, perhaps?

Well, at least Khem apologized (and Wela too).

Sex on a rooftop. Check.

Yes, Khem. Apologize to your mom.

Yes! More aerial routines! I’d almost forgotten they did aerial routines at the club. It’s been too long.

Shirtless Seji and Ken!

Fucking hell, Sun’s strength (the actor playing Great). He’s great indeed.

Poor Pan getting pushed away by all these crazy shippers.

Shirtless Great!

Shady individual doing shit in the restroom. It wouldn’t surprise me if Khem’s right, that this dude was paid to enter the club and do drugs. I’m hoping Khem did something about that little plastic bag, though.

Honestly, doesn’t the police force have something more important to do than raid this club every night and still find nothing? The vendetta the culprit has must be truly personal (and I’m sure it has something to do with Khem).

A peck is never enough for Khem. He’s always hungry for more.

Please, Ken, don’t turn into a shady individual. But, if he does… Is he trying to get Wela fired so Seji can be number 1? Or is he trying to get Pan fired to get him away from Seji? Or both?

I think Seji hit the nail on its head right there. I’ve suspected Khem’s aunt before (or whatever that woman in the first episode was), and I still feel like she (or that side of Khem’s family) might be behind it. They haven’t really introduced anyone else who could potentially be the culprit.

Wait. Wait a fucking minute. Didn’t even Pan know that Freya is Khem’s mother? Isn’t Pan Khem’s best friend? I mean, Pan is the sweetest goof in the world. Why keep this from him?

Well, there we have it, Ken outing Khem and Wela. Seji’s reaction was interesting, though. It’s like he was pissed at Ken for outing them. Is it because he knows why Ken does it (which I assume is to make Seji number 1 at the club)?

Khem to Wela: ”You don’t have to worry. I won’t break up with you for sure.” Maybe it’s just me, but if I was Wela, the only thing I would be worried about at that point was my job. The last thing on my mind would’ve been whether Khem would break up with me or not.

And there we have it. The reason Ken outed Khem and Wela’s relationship. It’s so stupid. It’s so childish. Ken, what the fuck are you doing? This is clearly not the way to show Seji you love him.

Seji to Ken: ”If you truly understand love, you would never hurt someone else’s love.” That. Right. There. Enough said!

And there we have her, the aunty. Well, that was transparent.

A good episode. There were some highlights like the moment between Freya and her girlfriend, the aerial routines (especially Greats), and some moments with Seji and Ken (even though I would’ve wished to see more Pan with them as well). Other than that, though…

However, the next episode looks promising in the relationship department since they’re all going on a trip together. So I’m hoping for more throuple moments (it’s basically the whole reason I’m still watching this). And some Great and James moments (because we’ve barely gotten crumbs of them so far). And, since they’re all going on a trip together, anything can happen, right? RIGHT?

#deep night the series #thai ql #thai bl #thai series #my shit #iq random thoughts

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yowyowyaoi · 7 months

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Zetsu’s Daily Texts from the Akatsuki

From Nagato

You can’t keep eating them without checking to see if we’re using them first.

300 miles? Is that really the closest?!

I can put you with Tobi or Hidan. Take your pick.

Put the letters where they can find them, then stay somewhere hidden to see their reactions.

Keep an eye on them please. No explosions, no sacrifices. Nothing to draw attention.

I’ve been practicing every day. Legs feel stronger.

I’d only risk it if you also want to risk being placed in a gengetsu.

I’m sure I’ll be gone before her. All I ask is she be well taken care of. It’s all that matters.

No. Under no circumstances. I need them all ALIVE and able to work, please.

You can ask but she’ll probably hit you hard enough to REALLY split you in half.

From Kakuzu

Yes well your appetite is proving quite costly.

Find where he’s hiding and I’ll give you a third of his bounty.

I’m not so sure that “intelligence” is a quality I’d associate with any of them.

Actually if you could naturally produce that we could sell bottles and make some money 🤔

Much, much too expensive.

I don’t care if you eat him but wait until I get his heart out first.

I’d rather you ate me; my body won’t be on display for him to entertain Deidara with.

It’s complicated. And by complicated I mean I let a one time physical urge turn into a years-long relationship.

It’s the 1st. Rent and utilities are due.

If I didn’t we wouldn’t have *anything*. Be grateful.

I’m not sure if my threads would hold for plant-skin.

Stop losing them for God’s sake each one costs $50 in materials to make!!

I’ll take your word for it. That voice creeps me out.

From Konan

Please don’t ever do that again. Nagato almost had a heart attack. 😡

It’s funny in a shouldn’t be funny way.

Wait you’ve seen him without the mask 👀

No I don’t care if they’re annoying we don’t have the time to replace them now!!

Ask Sasori to take a look. He enjoys a challenge.

I don’t care how easy it was to get, I’m NOT cooking with that kind of “meat” 🤢

No offense but do you even have nails 🤔

I’d rather we didn’t need to pick up and move again unless absolutely necessary.

Since we were children 🥰

I’d kill anyone who tried. With my bare hands.

Kisame may be able to but the rest will need it cooked.

You’re THAT old?! 😵‍💫

Stick to guys. I will remain the only woman in this group.

Can’t you eat them? Aren’t you part Venus fly trap??

From Hidan

Freak.

Then stop watching, weirdo!

Because if you take the body before my praying is finished then the entire ritual is void!!

Not to be gay but yeah I see what he sees.

Then steal him some damn glasses next time!

But do plants even have dicks? Like is it green? Does it smell like grass? 🤔

He’s such a liar he wanted me since the day we met 😂

I saw you eyeing that cat and so did Itachi.

How do you say “Fuck you” in plant-speak?

They’re not “pink” they’re “rose”, heathen.

Ribs without sauce is like fucking without lube. Like what’s even the point?

If I could convert even one of those fucks I’d become a High Priest for Jashin.

Can’t. Kakuzu’s “withholding my paycheck” until I pay off that bounty of his that I killed. 🙄

So come with us. Everyone’s weird you’ll fit right in.

From Sasori

Elderberry, nightshade, and primrose. For now.

A mouse learns to fear other mice before it even thinks about predators.

Please stop that you gave him nightmares last time and I couldn’t work on my puppets for a whole week 😒

I don’t care as long as it has a big enough space for a lab.

Damn blue eyes trapped me for eternity.

An interesting experiment, certainly.

I have vague memories but that’s all.

You appear to be “friends” so talk to him and tell him to back off.

Who do you think I am? That freak Orochimaru?!

I don’t buy that stupid act for a second.

If I suggested aloe vera would you find that insulting?

You and I are the least bothersome in terms of eating. I don’t, and you hunt.

I’ll contribute when the expense is relative to me.

From Kisame

So far only Itachi knows about it but the water there is clear and beautiful.

Your way of thinking is truly fascinating.

Of course you’re welcome to join us but you’ve voiced objections before to both tea and sweets.

No, I’ll BURY him myself before I let you eat him.

Crab and shrimp. Especially crab.

I’m aware. His smell is getting weaker and his chakra is shaky.

I admire your patience for it but I don’t do so well in the sun for so long.

Again? Why?? Who attracted attention this time? 😒

I don’t but Samehada seems to.

The battlefield is empty. Care to join me at the buffet? 😋

Between the prayer rituals and the constant bombing I just can’t handle either of them.

Salt is for the weak. Pure fear flavors the meat better than any seasoning.

From Deidara

You can’t prove that was me, that could have been anyone!

If I’m successful there won’t BE anything left of me to eat so 🤷🏼

Idk you just look gray. Maybe stand in the sun for a while?

Ok we may eat more BUT his food costs more!

Wait is it real hair or like plant stuff 🤔

I didn’t this time he was dancing and he tripped on his cloak like an idiot.

Honestly not until I met Sasori lol

Omg where?! Riverbanks are always a goldmine of natural clay! 🤩

I get that but I’m just not interested, eternity is so boring.

Low key he goes into this voice sometimes that scares the piss out of me.

Bc it’s weird man it’d be like watching my mother shower or something 😖

Like usual he couldn’t shut up and almost got us killed on the spot 😡

Not unless you want to pick the lice out of my hair afterwards.

From Itachi

Not sure of the exact dynamics but I think it’s second or third cousins.

Maybe it’s best we all just live with our own partners. Too many in one area and eventually someone figures it out.

No he’s as gentle as possible. I just have sensitive skin.

Yes but cabbage is so versatile.

You saw him? Did he look well? 👀

The glasses help some but most everything is still a massive blur.

I tried. Nagato tried. He refuses to give up on the idea.

There is no “before” and there’s no “after0. There’s just NOW.

No I know he ate it because he had the jam smeared all over his collar.

22 doesn’t really interest me.

From Obito

The right arm still twitches if I try to lift too much.

Come on weren’t YOU happy when he died?!

He can’t turn me down forever. Just picture him with the Uchiha fan on his back 😍

Yeah well he’s still my little cousin and I still worry.

I think it scares him a little, he almost walked into a tree that first time I did it on accident.

It’s not excessive; the sugar is literally the only thing pushing me forward right now.

I would bet money that he’s the worst Sensei ever to those kids. No wonder Sasuke was so weak.

The constant money woes are so tedious.

Blind or not his reflexes are unmatched and he could still take me out in one move.

We should have put more emphasis on intelligent and less on “skills”.

You’ve gotta admit the explosions DO liven things up 🤷🏻

What if you ate him and he could still talk from inside of your stomach though? Is that a chance you want to take?

Bonus: From Madara

He stopped responding two years ago he acts like I’m dead.

What? That little shit. 😡

If the blonde is giving him too much of a distraction, dispose of him.

You don’t need to pre-chew my food I’m not a baby bird.

Have you seen my good blanket?

What happened to my slippers?

🍆 I want this. I’m craving this so bad. Please bring it to me.

Tell that boy to come back I need a good bath and a haircut.

Perhaps if you hadn’t recruited so many *brats* you wouldn’t be having such an issue.

Whatever you do, do NOT let them breed.

Did you remember where I stashed my last painting of Hashirama?

If I was younger I could have eliminated the entire group within seconds. They’d never even know what hit them.

Please procure a backscratcher and industrial grade toenail clippers.

Wait until he sleeps and move several large rocks into his room. I guarantee he’ll cry.

First that young lass, then the Hatake boy, now the blonde. He never learns his lesson does he?

What do you mean he cut it?? An Uchiha’s hair is his crown! Tell him to get back here NOW.

I should have chosen Fugaku’s son instead. Likely a lot less crying.

#texting #zetsu #Akatsuki Daily Texts Series #nagato uzumaki #konan #itachi uchiha #kisame hoshigaki #deidara #sasori #kakuzu #hidan #obito uchiha #madara uchiha

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phantomwitch16 · 6 months

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In the recent release of the FNAF movie, I just want to put out some head cannons about Avengers Academy. The comic Avengers Academy, not the game.

These guys. I really like the team here and it genuinely hurts me that there is not a lot of stuff about them anywhere, except for X-23 (mainly Reptil, why is there barely anything about you, you’re so cool😭). This would take place before the end of the comic series, where everyone is still part of the Academy.

Anyway, Reptil is 100% a FNAF fan and nerd. Watched Markiplier, played the game, subscribed to Game theory Pre-FNAF era. Became obsessed with the game and watched all the content, listen to the fan made music, watched the FNAF musical, read the books and bought merch. Keeps his interest in it mostly to himself, mainly because most of the others weren’t fans when they met. Was thrilled when the movie was announced the movie and was counting the days to see it. Organised a month long event where he would watch/play through all the available FNAF games, write down some of his own theories and draft up a timeline, watch Game theory and Markiplier again before finishing off with the Musical. This month would lead up to the film’s release. The month took into account to any world ending events that might take place while also making room for training. Basically set up a cinema experience in the biggest spare room on the campus

Finesse learned about it through Reptil when they were having their situationship but wasn’t all that interested in it. Did humour Humberto by allowing him to talk about it but didn’t like it.

Mettle got into it when Reptil was playing through the whole FNAF games and a jumpscare are got the both of them. He was aware of the games cause of the Markiplier memes, just wasn’t into. Cause of the Jump scares and Reptil’s interest in it, he decides to watch a few play throughs of the games. Got very into it, and talks about it with Humberto daily and started watching Game Theory as well. Mostly talking about what the hell happened and what happened when.

Hazmat got into it cause of Mettle and saw him cackle and jump at all the funny moment of the play throughs. Has a passing interest. Knows squat about the mystery and doesn’t care. Just in it for the vibes. Same with Lightspeed, Striker and White Tiger.

Actually Striker would hate it. He didn’t see the point in obsessing over the mysteries in a game and genuinely find it stupid. Especially when seeing how much merch Reptil had in his room.

Veil was very into FNAF when she was younger but lost interest in it after the fourth game. She thought that was a good stopping point in the series and didn’t pick it up until after.

X-23 got surprisingly somehow got very interested in the FNAF. Happened when hearing Mettle talking about it with Reptil and decided to use it as a way to fine something to talk to them about. But she did not expect to really get into it. Finished watching the play thoughs and reading the books in a few days before coming to Mettle and Reptil about it.

All of them somehow got involved in watching the reviewing all the FNAF content. Even a few other members in the academy attended, finding out through Mettle about what he was doing. Most of them don’t really know what its about but come anyway to watch. They all ended up going to watch the film with him when they left.

Giant Man, Tigra and the other teachers are mostly unaware of FNAF. Quicksilver found it annoying for the team’s leader was distracting himself with it and got the others into it as well. Tigra and Giant Man don’t really mind it as he did take into account to space it for a month and saw it as a nice team bonding exercise. Jocasta didn’t really care. Speedball and Hawkeye love it and hate it, mostly because they walked in on Reptil talking about the Bite of 83 and 87 in extreme detail with X-23. But they did find it hilarious when Wolverine called them asking why the hell X-23 spent nearly four-hundred dollars on FNAF stuff.

Also, Reptil, Mettle and X-23 wore FNAF merch. Both Reptil and Laura wore security guard uniform, Humberto in Purple while X-23 was in grey with a white mask strapped to her security belt, and Mettle cosplayed as Golden Freddie.

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definitelynotafurinasimp · 2 years

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Hii! I remember a few months ago I saw the TikTok challenge “not saying I love you back to my girlfriend/boyfriend” (I feel like I worded that a little weird) Anyways may I request how Eula, Ganyu, and Keqing would react to a reader not saying I love you back? Also remember to take care of yourself <33

How they react to you not saying “I love you” back as a prank

characters: Eula / Ganyu / Keqing x gn!reader (seperate)

warnings: none

a/n: Don't worry, I may be one of the people that reject the idea of touching that website with anything other than a 10 meter pole, but even I saw a couple of those videos, so I know what you mean /j.

Anyway, hope you enjoy"

Eula

Eula’s way of communicating might be intimidating for most people, but she was still a reasonable person, so when you didn’t respond to her saying “I love you” before planning to walk out of the door, she at first assumed that you simply didn’t hear her at first, causing her to repeat herself a bit louder this time, only for you to remain silent once again.

But even she would eventually find herself getting annoyed by your silence after repeating herself a couple of times, choosing to instead confront you after going through the whole ordeal one too many times.

“It’s good manners to respond to someone when they’re talking to you, especially when they’re saying something like I love you”, she stated, returning to her usual tone, even though her annoyance was very evident. For a brief second you thought about continuing your act, only to decide not to draw out the inevitable any longer, choosing to shoot her an awkward smile.

“Sorry, I just heard of people not responding to it to see what kind of reactions they’d get out of it and wanted to try it out myself”, you admitted, realising that it was a little bit stupid after saying it out loud like that, only to hear a sigh from Eula afterwards.

“I have more important things to do then argue about the reasonability of a prank. I’m heading off to work now, until later”, she said her goodbyes while making her way to the door, only for you to shout something into her direction the moment before she had fully closed it behind her.

“Have fun at work, I love you!”, even though she was rightfully a bit annoyed, at this point you knew well enough that surprising her with her favourite food once she came home would be enough to make her fully forgive you.

Ganyu

Ganyu’s self-conscious personality would make her stress over even the smallest of things, so when you said your goodbyes before making your way out of her office, going off to work on your own duties, only to ignore her, she couldn’t help but feel a bit discouraged.

You probably didn’t hear her, her shyness did make her say it in a voice barely audible after all, so it wasn’t all too surprising for you not to hear it. Or so was her initial reasoning at least, but it didn’t take her brain too long to think about all the other possibilities why you wouldn’t respond, worrying her so much that she found it hard to work.

You may have been curious for her reaction, but you weren’t a monster, so you started feeling immense guilt the moment you close the door, only to argue with yourself for a couple of minutes before deciding to enter her office once more, immediately noticing her already being in her usual state of overthinking.

“I love you too”, you called out, only for her to be too busy worrying to even notice your presence, causing you to go up to her before taking her hands in yours and repeating yourself once more.

“Wait… So you did hear me? But why didn’t you respond?”, she asked, her voice lacking any hints of the accusatory tone that would have been completely justified in this situation, making you feel even more guilty about your “prank”.

“I’m sorry, it was just me being stupid and curious how you would react. Please forgive me”, you apologised profusely, holding eye contact the entire time, only for her to let out a relieved sigh.

“If that’s it I’m relieved, just please never do something like that again”, she stated, being immediately followed by you agreeing, holding her hands for a few more seconds before deciding to leave to do your own work

Keqing

Keqing had to endure hearing her co-workers talk about that “challenge” for the past few days, the reactions of their loved one’s seemingly being the only thing that happened in recent memory that was interesting enough to be discussed 24/7, so when you didn’t respond to one of her rarer methods of saying her goodbyes, she immediately knew what you were trying to do.

You didn’t even have enough time to register Keqing making her way back through the door, to be prepared for her face flashing up in front of you once again, this time with a much more annoyed expression than before. For a split second you thought about what you had done to make her look at you the way she did, only to remember the “prank” you decided to try out only a few seconds prior.

“Really? Aren’t you a bit too old to try out such childish pranks?”, she asked with her arms folded in front of you, only for you to play dumb as an answer. You hadn’t expected it to be effective at all, but your attempts to play ignorant were successful in making Keqing’s entire attitude change.

She had been so fixated on the whole challenge, that she hadn’t even thought about the possibility of you simply overhearing her. But once she did, her face immediately started slightly blushing, only for her to mutter something before turning around and leaving again.

“Nothing, just forget about it.” Mistaking your “deafness” as you trying out the challenge wasn’t only embarrassing, but also made her reveal to you that such a thing even existed, foiling any of her plans to try it out on you in the not so far future.

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aromanticbuck · 2 years

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Moustead + Burzek + Cate’s Kim’s Brother AU

When it came to a happily ever after, Kim always knew what her wedding would look like. It would be big enough that she could invite everyone she cared about, she would wear a pretty dress, carry a beautiful bouquet, eat a delicious cake, and begin a life with the person she loved the most in the world. For years, she had no idea who her forever partner would be, but that was a minor bump in the road, something that would work itself out when the time was right. And it did.

Because she met Adam Ruzek, and everything that happened after that came as naturally as breathing.

They worked together, and lived together, and had even taken a trip together when she had to handle a family emergency in Los Angeles. It wasn’t a surprise at all when he asked her to get married, or when she said yes, or when they picked a date. And, when the big day started coming up, things barely even got hectic.

They had their entire team to thank for that. Between Jay and Hailey, everything was micromanaged down to the minute in the weeks leading up to the wedding. There was dress shopping, and cakes to taste, and a stop at the airport that made them a little later to their joint party than they were supposed to be.

“Oh, Jay! Hey!” “You’re like an hour late to your own party. Where were you?” “We had to pick up the last groomsman from the airport. His flight got delayed.” “So everyone’s in Chicago now? No more delays?” “Everyone’s here. No more delays. Wait, have you met my brother yet?” “Kim, with all due respect, I’ve known you for like five years, and I didn’t even know you had a brother.”

Technically, they weren’t siblings. They weren’t family in the traditional sense, or in any legal sense. But they’d been part of each other’s lives for over two decades, and that was good enough for them. Greg was the older brother she hadn’t realized she wanted until he was in her life to stay. And of course he was going to take time off from his fancy technology job to come home and see his little sister get married.

Gregory Platt, the last name only legally changed after his ninth birthday, knew that everything good he had in his life was a lucky accident. He grew up with the mother he did because the detectives investigating his parents for fraud had asked the right questions, and child services had placed him in the right house until the trial date, and then he got to stay there. For a decade, he lived in the same house, stayed in the same school district, and didn’t have to worry about a police investigation taking everything away from him again. And every day as a Platt was better than any memory he had of being a Gerwitz.

And then a snowy day in the middle of October meant they had recess inside, and somehow he’d gotten the responsibility of entertaining a seven year old who wouldn’t stop following him around the gym. Most other fifth graders probably would have been annoyed, and he thought he was, too, but after a week of playing inside and spending half an hour with each other every day after lunch, he knew the feeling was something else. His mother was convinced that she’d be calling little Kimberly Burgess her daughter-in-law one day. He’d known within a few years that was nowhere near the realm of possibility, but that didn’t mean Trudy didn’t adopt her, too, everywhere but on paper.

Soon enough, half an hour at recess turned into riding the same bus after school. And then he was giving her rides the day he got his license, and studying together at the kitchen table. And they were only properly apart for the first time when he got his acceptance letter to MIT and moved halfway across the country for school.

From there, life got a little harder. Greg’s support system was thousands of miles away, and trying to cram for tests wasn’t nearly as fun when Kim wasn’t there to help him make a game of it. Maybe it was stupid, buying a few pills off of a classmate, but it wasn’t like it was anything a hundred other people in his dorm weren’t already doing. It was Adderall. And he graduated, and got his degree, and got a job out in California with a startup that just needed some help with a base code.

When the company decided to keep him on, he got more money out of the deal, and some of that money went to things a little more illegal than Adderall and weed. At least a years long friendship meant he didn’t have to tell his mother about everything he’d been getting up to when a bad high was worse than the comedown. He had someone to help him keep the secret, at least while he cleaned up and did what he had to before the job he loved so much slipped through his fingers.

And it meant he was clean for over a year by the time he took the trip home for his best friend’s wedding.

What was supposed to be a week long trip so that he could be part of the bachelor party turned into making a deal. Because, in his mother’s opinion, he didn’t visit home enough. And she was probably right. He’d been skipping birthday trips and holiday visits to cover his tracks, all too aware of how quickly his police sergeant of a mother would spot the signs if he came home high. And the deal was simple - spend a month in Chicago around Kim and Adam’s wedding, and she’d lay off the guilt trips for a year. Even if he really wouldn’t be getting anything out of it, he did miss the city, and it wasn’t like he had a reason to stay away anymore.

“Greg, this is Jay. He takes the bullets so I don’t have to.” “Good. That means you’ve got someone besides mom looking out for you at your dangerous job.” “Oh, hush. I have to go make my rounds and figure out where Adam went. You too get along.” “What? Why?” “You’re both part of the wedding party. You’re going to be spending a lot of time together over the next few days.”

It was true. During every spare minute of the days leading up to the wedding, Jay was side by side with someone he barely knew. Greg wasn’t exactly a stranger, not when they’d spent an entire party talking and drinking just enough that he could feel buzzed while still making sure things went smoothly. But they weren’t really friends, either, not when all they really knew about each other was what they did for work and their favorite sports teams.

But every afternoon was spent putting finishing touches on bouquets, or calling the venue or the caterer or the car service to make sure everything would be ready. And it was nice to have someone to help him when Hailey was busy making sure that everything else was taken care of. So, while she wasn’t leaving Kim’s side, he didn’t really mind the company, especially when that company was terrifyingly good at making the bouquets look just right.

“Aren’t you, like, a computer nerd for a living? How do you know how to do that?” “I started a community garden in high school when I needed to round out my MIT application. Well, mom and Kim helped, but it was my idea.” “You learned how to do this by picking strawberries?” “Ha ha. No. I ended up really liking it, so I got a few of those self-watering mason jar flowers for my dorm room, and now I have a whole herb set up in my kitchen.” “So you just started with strawberries?” “Technically, I started with tomatoes.”

Days spent together led to a tentative label. Acquaintances wasn’t as good as friends, but it was more accurate, and that was all they needed to be. They both put hard work and energy into making sure the wedding went well - and it did, and he was sure that neither of his friends had been happier than the moments they got to say their I Dos - and they both had speeches to give at the reception, and then the pressure was off.

The cake had been cut and eaten. Everyone had danced. The Ruzeks were in a car and on their way to the airport to leave for their honeymoon. The venue had cleared out except for the employees putting away chairs and tables and making sure there was no frosting smeared on the dance floor.

And Jay knew he’d had a little too much to drink, but it was a celebration, and he’d earned it, and he was being responsible. It wasn’t like he was going to drive himself home. He’d ordered a car, and ducked under the building’s awning to keep his rented tuxedo from getting ruined in the rain, and he’d barely thought anything of it when a joke led to talking led to sharing a ride led to someone entering his apartment by his side instead of his usual lonely routine.

And then he woke up the next morning next to his best friend’s brother.

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clean-bands-dirty-stories · 1 year

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Double Edged Sword

Part 1

A/n: Decided to not do an x reader with this one and actually indulge myself with the oc I’ve been picturing for this specific scenario. I’ve had a lot of OC’s that I tuck away when I do imagines but this time, I’m gonna just include him, even though I know my already bare bones interaction will go down. This one is for me <3

Side note: This is an ot3 fic between my OC (Sam), Xavier and Tyler that goes into a lot of stuff that I hc about this series. I think I have a very different interpretation of these characters than most people do so like. Keep that in mind.

Word Count: 5,000+

Warnings: implied domestic abuse, manipulation.

Wednesday Addams hated Nevermore Academy. She hated everything about it, like the therapist who wanted to peek into her mind, even though Wednesday knew the second she did she’d run screaming. There wasn’t even a point to trying. Like the mean girl siren who had a shitty attitude and thought she was better than everyone else - just like every annoying mean girl that ran these stupid institutions of torture. Like the meaningless classes that didn’t teach Wednesday anything she didn’t already know from her family. The fact that said family haunted every inch of the school, and that every step she took had already been taken by one of her parents. Like her roommate. God, she hated her roommate more than anything else here.

Enid Sinclair had only one redeeming quality: her brother.

Sam was... interesting. Enid had admitted to not being able to go full wolf like she was supposed to be able to at her age. Sam, on the other hand, was apparently a prodigy. He had wolfed out for the very first time when he was startlingly young. He never talked about what had set him off, as it hadn’t been on a full moon, or even at night, but everyone knew that he was one of the youngest werewolves to fully transform known through history.

Enid was all sunshine and different shades of pink and dyed hair and multicolored nails. She was cotton candy personified, rays of sunshine sprinkling from her wavy, blonde hair. Sam was bitter and biting and arms crossed, rolling eyes. He wasn’t drawn to black the way Wednesday was, he just didn’t care all that much about fashion in general. Which wasn’t weird for boys, I suppose, but compared to Enid it was startling. He was a fan of sweat pants and tshirts on the days he didn’t have to wear his school uniform, where he could always be found with a non-matching hoodie underneath his blazer. The only thing he and Enid had in common was a necklace - one with a lock, and one with a key. Enid’s key hadn’t made sense at first, until Sam had changed into his usual tshirt with a short amount of time and had run out with the small lock moving along his chest as he ran to catch up with his twin and her friends.

Wednesday liked Sam. He wasn’t Addams weird, but he didn’t treat Wednesday like a freak. He seemed to follow her logic just fine enough. She realized a little too late that it was because he wasn’t a talker; he was a listener. That’s what they had in common. When everyone spoke, Sam was the one who heard every single word. To the point that when Enid made Wednesday a snood and the black haired girl made a comment that it would be a fitting piece of clothing to wear to a funeral, Sam snorted in the corner. “A high compliment,” he remarked. And Enid rolled her eyes, thinking him sarcastic, and left. But Wednesday Rose and eyebrow, stunned at this man as he looked at her knowingly.

“How did you know I like funerals?”

That question seemed to amuse him. “If you liked anything, it would be the things that other people hated. Dead or vicious plants instead of roses or daffodils. Black before any other color. Comments that were insults, are compliments. You like the quiet and the dark. The stormy, cold weather, and the loneliness that comes with silence - both that would drive a normal person crazy if they indulged in it for too long. But not you, hm?”

Wednesday thought him a genius. Not just because he had perfect grades, but because he saw and understood so much more than others did. And he wasn’t just like this with her either. He had a perceptiveness for every student.

So when Wednesday got looped in some kind of murder mystery, of course she included her clever friend.

He was in a lot of ways, the Sherlock to her Watson. Or... perhaps the other way around. They both had an unapproachable way of being, it was hard to tell which was who.

“You’re definitely Sherlock,” Sam told her one day when she jokingly referred to him as the detective. She rose a questioning eyebrow but he was already answering her unspoken question without needing to be prompted. “You’re the logical one. The one who’s willing to do whatever it takes to get the facts. The one who walks into a room, and only stays if there is something interesting. I’m the people person. You get facts, I get living beings. They make sense to me. And... perhaps that wasn’t Watson’s exact thing?” He shrugged. “I’ll learn how to be a doctor for you.”

Wednesday smiled.

She decided he was officially her best friend.

The thing that really sold it was that while Enid and Eugene were great, they both were easily scared and put off. Wednesday often had to forcibly drag them into trouble... and that wasn’t fair. Sam went willingly. Eagerly, even. So although Wednesday still had lots of fun in the Hummers with Eugene, she also had taken the initiative to drag Sam after her into the club as well. And though she ended up being at Enid’s side during the Poe Cup, her eyes sought Sam’s in the crowd when everyone cheered her on and she felt lost in people who would have otherwise hated her in any other situation. Who did hate her.

He was there every time she went to fine more answers. Every break in, whether to a mortuary (where Sam had to hide under the office desk with bated breath, sneaking out a window and hoping the best for Wednesday when the mortician and the sheriff went into the morgue, where his best friend had gone to look at the bodies) or a secret library (getting kidnapped wasn’t that bad, but she did get a little more aggressive than she probably should have when she looked around and realized she could not see where Sam was... it turns out that he was just behind all the other students, bling folded and gagged, but still) or even Xavier Thorpe’s personal art studio, he was there for all of it.

In the shed, Sam and Wednesday looked around with wide eyes at the paintings of the beast that they had seen in the woods. Wednesday had now seen it twice, Sam only once, but it was burned into both of their minds. Wednesday looked at Sam. “You’ve been here for a few years longer than me. You know Xavier, right?”

Sam shrugged. “Yeah. We were friends once.” He always did that when Wednesday asked about something personal. Brushed it off, or minimized what had actually happened. He did it the most with Xavier... and Tyler Galpin, of all people. Wednesday didn’t know what was going on with the three boys, but she couldn’t be nice about it this time. She needed Sam’s insight.

“Do you think he’s the beast?”

Sam didn’t react shocked, or even offended, as so many people did when you accused people they knew of being horrible, evil things. He thought about it logically. “The art is weird,” he admitted. “But I know what Xavier’s ability is. He’s an animator. He can make pictures move, or even bring them to life outside of the page. He can’t turn into a beast. And if he did... I mean, what kind of creature would need such a set of skills?”

Wednesday hadn’t thought of that. Evolution created creatures, even supernatural ones. The parts of your genetics that were different in order to make room for abilities, they all connected. They made sense. Most people had mental abilities or physical abilities. It was such a weird match to be able to play with pictures, and then also turn into a horrible monster when the moon was out.

Wednesday sighed. “So probably not Xavier?”

“Probably not,” Sam agreed. She appreciated that he didn’t shut her down totally, or get angry or even emotional, or call her crazy. He was being completely fair to her accusations. It was one of the reasons she liked him - he would consider things logically, even if he didn’t like the implications of the thing he had to consider.

“Well then.” She lowered her bag to let Thing back inside, then pulled it onto her back again. “That’s all that we’re going to find here. Let’s-“

Sam put a single finger to his lips and Wednesday went silent immediately. Sam’s head tilted, his blonde hair glinting in the artificial light as he closed his eyes, listening intently to whatever he was hearing outside. That was another perk to having a werewolf as your partner in crime: super senses.

“Someone outside,” he whispered very quietly. His eyes opened and then his lips pressed together in an unreadable expression. “It’s Xavier.”

Wednesday asked, “Do we have time to get out of the shed without him seeing us?” Sam shook his head no. Wednesday looked for a place to hide, but immediately realized that was also a bad idea. She looked at the blonde. “What’s the plan, Watson?” He was the people expert after all.

Dutifully, Sam met her eyes and she could see the cogs of his thought process clicking in place. “Wait here.” And that insane man simply walked outside the shed. Wednesday watched with parted lips, surprised at him. She stayed absolutely silent though... partly to keep hidden, and partly so she could hear what was about to happen.

Sam closed the shed, and began to walk away from it. A heart beat’s later, he heard, “Sam?”

The blonde turned to the other person there, and felt himself naturally grow awkward and stiff. Yes, this was good. “Xavier,” he greeted shortly. He swallowed. “I knocked but, you didn’t answer.”

“Yeah,” Xavier nodded. “Probably because I wasn’t inside.”

“As I can see.” Sam’s hands intertwined behind his back. His knuckles went white as he gripped his wrists, trying to brace himself for what he was about to do. “Well. Hi.”

Xavier huffed in amusement. “Hi.” A pause. “Is there... a reason you’re here?”

And here is where Sam ended. He came to terms with the fact that this conversation would kill him. “I haven’t been here in a while. Sorry to just show up. I just, I had to ask-“ he cut off, his voice shaking. Xavier Rose an eyebrow. So did Wednesday, inside the shed. Sam had been here before? Interesting. “The R-“ Nope, that word stuck in his throat too. He cleared it, suddenly unable to look away from Xavier. He was frozen solid. “I thought I might be allowed to bother you, as- well, you see- I know that soon, we have a certain... event, coming up,” Sam choppily managed. Xavier’s eyes widened in surprise as he understood.

“The Rav’n?”

Wednesday covered her mouth inside the shed. Holy shit.

Sam swallowed again. “Look, I-“ He cleared his throat again. “I know we haven’t been friends in a long time, and we were never really together or anything. But I don’t have a date, and J thought, for old time’s sake, we could maybe go together. Since this is the first time you won’t have a date either.”

Xavier slowly smiled, small and unsure, but there. “As friends?”

Sam’s claws grew just a little, digging into his skin. “If you want.”

Xavier didn’t answer at first. Then he started to walk toward Sam, his smiling fading to something more personal. More tender. When they were just about chest to chest, Xavier slowly rose a hand to touch Sam’s cheek. Sam gasped and Xavier seemed to revel in it. “I didn’t think... you’d ever react to me like that again.” Sam’s eyes fluttered and Xavier’s hand shot away. He softly chuckled under his breath. “And to think last time, you were so-“

“Xavier,” Sam whispered, eyes closed. “I’m trying to be friends with you again. What we had before - it’s off limits.” He opened his eyes, looking up at the giant of a boy. “I don’t want that again. I’m trying to resurrect our friendship again. Our friendship only.”

Xavier went quiet for a second. His smile was gone. “Yeah. Sure, that would be- you and me. At the Rav’n.”

A very old part of Sam screamed with joy, too weak and small to actually effect enough of Sam to garner a reaction of any kind. He just nodded. “I’ll see you there then.” And then he turned and began to walk away.

Xavier, ever so predictable, followed. “Sam, wait!” Sam may have had shorter legs, but he took faster steps, and he found himself much more familiar with the woods than even Xavier was. So he stayed ahead just fine. Not too far to discourage Xavier from following, but enough that when Wednesday slipped out of the shed, Xavier was too busy to notice.

Distracted by his friend’s escape, Sam misjudged how far ahead he was and was surprisingly pulled to a stop by a firm grip on his wrist. He spun around to face a frantic Xavier. For a horrible second, he thought he was about to be kissed. A kiss would have ruined everything. He would have broken, right then and there, and all the last months of what he had worked so hard to build would have immediately broken down. They’d have been right back to where they were before, and Sam would have been miserable but too wrapped up to try and escape a second time.

What he got instead was a hug. He had a different surrender with this act of affection. Not something passionate and painful, though it did have a twist in his gut that stung. No, this was a slower thing. Warmer. An easy melt into the taller boy’s arms. Sam’s eyes closed and despite his hesitation, he hugged back, burying his face in Xavier’s neck.

“I missed you,” Xavier whispered.

Sam tried not to say it, but... there really wasn’t any point now. So he did the first honest thing he had in months. “I missed you too.”

When they parted, Sam didn’t make eye contact. He just turned and her lined it for the school. This time, Xavier let him go. Sam was relieved - he didn’t want anyone to see the stupid tears that rolled down his cheeks, making darker marks on his grey sweater.

He had more than pulled himself together by the time he reached Wednesday’s room. Their rendezvous. Sam didn’t cry much, just a tear or two, and especially when he had already shed too many tears over the stupid artist that had so infuriatingly much control over the blonde boy.

Wednesday turned when she heard her door open. She knew it wasn’t Enid - they had coordinated today to Enid’s schedule so she’d be busy when they needed to meet for scheming, and a little after if they needed to discuss it. Sam wasn’t supposed to be in here, being a boy, but he had perfected sneaking in at this point.

Wednesday crossed her arms over her chest. Sam sighed, already knowing what she was silently demanding. “I told you we used to be friends.”

She scoffed. “I beg to differ.”

Sam sighed, plopping onto the ground. “I... don’t know what else to tell you Wednesday. We were just friends.”

Her eyes narrowed. “With benefits?”

He barked a laugh, bitter and short. “No. The most we ever did was kiss, and it was only a few times. It was-“ he cut off, looking away. His face twisted. She let him have his moment, but he knew she needed to know the facts. She needed to know how much he was involved in her prime suspect. If his dismissal earlier had been genuine or defensive. “Xavier and I used to be best friends. And then... I don’t know, he dated someone who hurt him.”

“Bianca?” Wednesday asked, doubtful.

Sam looked at her again. “Tyler Galpin.”

Oh.

Wednesday was silent for a long time, mulling over that. “And then he messed up Xavier’s mural?”

Sam nodded. “I came to Nevermore my first year with Enid. We were here with Xavier, who I hit it off with pretty quickly. Last year, my friendship with Xavier became... strained. He dated this guy I hadn’t even registered on my radar. A normie, of all people, was more of a lure to him than I was. Tyler was better than me somehow. And it got messy, because this will-they-won’t-they we had going on for so long just screeched to a halt very suddenly.” He chuckled fondly. “Enid hated Xavier for so long.” He shook his head, slowly turning sad again. “We started a new school year, and Xavier was excited because we had our first normie teacher too. And I liked her, we all do. She’s amazing. So I started to be more open minded about Tyler. And then...” he shrugged. “Tyler started to act weird. He grew distant and agitated and started to hang out with different friends than he used to at his school. And suddenly, he got into a lot more arguments with Xavier. And then the mural happened and they haven’t really talked since.”

Wednesday mulled over that. “Where did Biance come in?”

Sam nodded. That was a fair follow up question. “He turned inward when he and Tyler broke it off. And he and I... we were awkward. Apparently he knew Bianca through his dad even before they got here, so they started to talk more. Someone he didn’t have all this complicated history with. Well, when they started dating at the beginning of the year, I took my distance from him. I couldn’t deal with being in love with someone who was willing to date normies and strangers and everyone else other than me.” He shrugged. “So I lied to him, and I told him that I didn’t want anything to do with him anymore. And they broke up eventually, but we never started talking again. I never really gave him a reason to cut it off. I guess he assumes it was because of her. And it kind of is, but mostly... we were already falling apart. And I didn’t want to watch him get hurt again. I couldn’t keep wanting him, wanting us, when he didn’t. Bianca was just the last straw. The final proof I needed that he didn’t want me.” He scoffed at himself. “I’m such a petty asshole. Why can’t I just be happy that he’s happy like a normal pining best friend?”

“Movies aren’t real,” Wednesday answered immediately. Sam looked at her, genuinely touched at her response. It had been exactly what he’d wanted to hear. “And frankly, not setting boundaries or putting your own needs first is super toxic. You taking space is the mature thing to do. And I- I’m sorry you broke that for me. And thank you too.”

Sam smiled. “For you Wednesday, anything.” He stood up, moving to her bed where she sat. He leaned against the bed itself instead of her, but the proximity was affection alone for Wednesday, who hated being touched and who equally liked her space. “This means you have to go with me though. To the Rav’n. Get a date.”

Wednesday gave him a withering glare, setting Sam into belly shaking laughter. Unfortunately, she could not longer be mad at him like this.

But she could pretend to be. So she shoved him and he went rolling, falling into a giggly mess. And while he wasn’t looking she managed a small smile. She was glad he could enjoy himself after recounting memories that obviously hurt him. He was a lot... lighter, since she had come into his life. She’d never had that effect on anyone before.

They really were best friends.

Sam stayed outside the police department when Wednesday went inside to try and align herself with the sheriff. He should have known better. With his luck, it only made sense that he’d run into Tyler Galpin out here, by himself.

Now, Sam and Tyler didn’t really have all that much going on personally. They’d always been too awkward around each other to say or do anything. First because Tyler had called day one that Sam was in love with Xavier, and then because Tyler had ruined Xavier’s mural, and they hadn’t really seen each other after that. Not until Wednesday had come to Nevermore, and started to hang out with Tyler, forcing him and Sam to be in the same vicinity way too many times for either of their comfort.

Through her they had at least held one normal conversation, but the awkwardness had only lessened slightly. “Hey,” Tyler greeted.

“Hey,” Sam returned.

They were quiet for a moment. “You get in trouble on your own this time?”

Sam shook his head, but a small smile did make the corners of his mouth twitch a little bit. This Tyler was different than they one that had dated Xavier, but... for once, there were peeks of who he used to be then. He had always been funny and welcoming and friendly. A little out of place, but nice if nothing else. This Tyler was... nice, too, but also a little sad. His smiles were smaller and his confusion and irritation was a lot more common. He had found Wednesday to be intriguing day one, but didn’t joke around or flirt or play like he had once. He was a lot more low energy these days and Sam couldn’t figure out if he had a crush on the Addams girl or just a strange fascination. Sam had to admit he had grown a little fond of him though, either way. At that peak of the old Tyler, the one that Sam had managed to have a slight friendship with despite.... everything else.

“Not this time,” Sam answered. “Wednesday’s here to speak to the chief. She’s making headway on this case of ours, but we can’t totally do it by ourselves.”

Tyler made a strange expression. One that was a bit pained - almost like a wince, but with a smile too full of amusement for that. “Good luck with that. He isn’t really a team player. Especially if he doesn’t have to.”

Sam nodded. “That’s what I said. But you know Wednesday, she won’t listen to me.”

“That tracks.” Tyler slid his hands into his pants pockets. As if to start small talk, he asked, “You have a date the Rav’n?”

Sam had always answered no. Now he felt awkward, especially having to tell Tyler of all people. “Yes, actually, I do.” Tyler’s eyebrow rose and now Sam knew he couldn’t get out of this one. “With Xavier.”

Tyler grew suddenly awkward. “Oh.” Sam let a sharp breath out of his nose, nodding. Tyler watched the reaction, tilting his head a bit. “Aren’t you guys...”

“Not talking?” Sam finished. “We weren’t. I sort of did it as a... in... to...” Sam sighed, rubbing his face. “I guess it was really just an act of self preservation.”

Tyler rose both eyebrows this time. “So you’re totally fine with this and not torturing yourself at all then?”

At that, Sam had to admit that maybe the normie boy knew him a little too well. Perhaps they had more history than Sam had ever allowed himself to admit.

He didn’t get a chance to answer. Wednesday came out of the station, in a horrible mood. “Tyler,” she greeted.

“Wednesday,” he greeted in the same fashion.

“Avoid your father today.” She glared, but although her eyes were on Tyler both boys knew it wasn’t a look meant for him. “He’s in a particularly frustrating form today. Avoid.”

Tyler seemed to find that a bit funny. “Welcome to my world.” There was bitterness in his words though, and Sam’s eyebrows came together. Hold on, what? What had he missed in the last while since he had dated Xander? Because sure, yeah, since Tyler’s mom died there had been a lot of tension between him and his dad, but they were all around agreed to at least a truce. Now his passive teasing and throw away comments that weren’t all that deep had weight, and the way he looked at the station had a certain darkness to it.

It made Sam think of how different Tyler had really been since the mural incident. He wondered if maybe something had been set off by his dad. Maybe that was why he’d lashed out? Gotten different friends?

“We were talking about Sam taking Xavier to the Rav’n,” Tyler spoke again as a way to ease the silence. Wednesday rolled her eyes and grabbed Sam’s arm, dragging him away. Even before Sam had asked Xavier, Wednesday’s attitude toward the dance had been biting. So when Tyler and Sam made eye contact as the blonde was dragged away, they couldn’t help but exchange a rather amused smile.

How very Wednesday.

While Wednesday moved her theory board into the Hummer base to give Enid her space away from the horrifying images, Sam took initiative. He hadn’t stopped thinking about Tyler’s biting comment against his father, and an older part of him that had once cared about the boy dating her best friend was back. Even if Tyler played such a different role in his life...

So he went back to his dorm and pulled out the box from under his bed. The box was covered in dust. He ignored the sick feeling that settled into his gut at that realization.

Inside was a diary, and a lot of pictures. Ones that used to hang up around Sam’s room. Now he looked at them. Pictures of the Nightshades, out of mask, all poses broken into blurry laughter. The top half of Sam’s forehead and one hand, in the shape of peace sign, were at the bottom of the frame. He remembered how they’d all posed so properly, wanting to put a picture up like the one with Morticia Addams, but they’d burst into laughter when Sam had suddenly shoved himself in the picture, only to fail as he was also the one taking it. The ultima the photo bomb.

Almost were with Xavier. There was one of his friends, and not him. Sam had always had a passion for photography... one that he’d lost when he’d stopped being friends with Xavier. It had been a form of bonding between them, their passions for art.

Sam pushed past that as he sought out all the ones with Tyler. He had dated them all on the back, and pinned them up in chronological order.

It was clearer than ever like this. The pictures started with the trio of boys all being rather goofy and touchy and having fun. Even though Tyler knew about Sam’s feelings, he had never been bitter or possessive. He’d only pointed it out as praise - thankful that Sam was trying to be his friend and trying to make this work despite his own feelings, for Xavier’s sake. At the beginning, they’d been awkward, but Sam supposed that really, they��d become friends too in a way.

There.

As he moved down the timeline, he was shocked to see that it really wasn’t as gradual a change as he remembered. There was no difference between the days - only between the change and after the change. The change wasn’t even on the day of the mural. It was rather suddenly, just before the beginning of the previous school year. It went from pictures of sloppy kisses and rough housing and laying all in a pile and laughing, to a very suddenly dark picture taken at night. Fairy lights were around and above them. It was obvious they were in Xavier’s shed, wrapped up in sweaters and blankets. They had a projector playing a movie that was paused. Tyler had started crying. He had curled up in Xavier’s lap, his face buried into Xavier’s stomach. At the time Sam had thought it adorable and had taken a picture. He’d seen it as a new stepping stone to their relationship. It was surface level or nervous or awkward anymore, they were allowed to be quiet and soft and a little bit intimate. In that moment, Sam had felt sickeningly jealous, and had meant to give the picture away to Xavier afterward. But then he’d thrown it in this box and forgotten about it.

The pictures after that very quickly showed differences. Tyler didn’t smile as wide, and he seemed much more tired. Slowly his old normie friends faded out, replaced at first one at a time, and then very suddenly all at once by the outcast-hating friends he’d started to have. Within a week they were all replaced, and only ever showed up in pictures that Xavier and Sam weren’t in. Sam watched in horror as Tyler got further and further away from his boyfriend, the distance between them literally getting wider as people started to be suddenly inserted between them or Tyler lounged further away or preferred to watch Xavier paint from a distance than up close and cuddled like he had before.

How had Sam not seen it before?

All the new friends were popular kids in Tyler’s other school. One was the mayor’s son. Kids that Tyler’s father had always encouraged to be friends with Tyler instead of Xavier and Sam. Because they all hated outcasts just as much as the sheriff did.

For a horrible moment, Sam held into doubt. Held onto the idea that a father would never... but, then, that was wrong. Fathers hurt their sons all the time.

What if they hadn’t just grown distant? What if they weren’t just separated by how they grieved over Tyler’s mother? What if the sheriff wasn’t really content on letting his son date an outcast?

Sam’s face set in a dark expression. He better be wrong. Because if he wasn’t, he was about to destroy Donovan Galpin.

Even if it was the last thing he ever did.

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FOP-Lost Child Ch. 4

The next morning, while Darren was still asleep, Linnie had gotten up and got Julie ready for the doctor’s appointment, hoping for a physical check up and to examine the numerous scars that troubled Linnie so. After making sure Julie was nice and situated eating her breakfast, he dug through the closets to see if there was anything appropriate for the child to wear, before deciding to grab her a T shirt and some shorts out of a box of Chelsea’s old clothes as a child. They were a little big on Julie, as the shirt seemed to barely stay on her shoulders, but Linnie reassured her that they would go find some appropriate clothes once they were finished with the appointment.

The two found themselves back at the children’s hospital, Julie clinging on to her seat as she watched the children play with the wooden blocks and beads that were connected onto multiple colored wires. Noticing her behavior, Linnie smiled gently and rubbed Julie’s back, surprised that she didn’t jump.

“Sweetheart, don’t you want to play with the other kids while we wait? Maybe you’ll make a friend.”, Linnie offered gently. Julie just shook her head, causing him to frown sadly, “Why not? What’s the matter?”

“Why are you helping me?” Julie asked quietly, “I don’t deserve it.”

“What do you mean dear? Why don’t you deserve it?”

“Everyone always thinks I’m annoying. That I’m stupid and always want attention.”, Julie said sadly, “Even that other man doesn’t like me! He yelled at me and got angry. I didn’t want to make him angry, but I always do.”

“Oh dear.”, Linnie sighed softly, “Well uhm…honey of course you’re not annoying. You’re just a child. You need people to love and help take care of you.”

“But why does everyone hate me? How come you’re the only one who doesn’t hate me? Unless…you hate me too?”, Julie asked, waterfalls of tears threatening to spill. Linnie’s heart shattered into pieces and he pulled Julie close, hugging her tight.

“Oh now now, I don’t hate you. I like you very much, and I’m very glad I met you when I did. You remind me of my daughter when she was just a little girl.”, Linnie said, “And I don’t think anyone hates you. Are you talking about Darren? I-I know he can be in a bit of a bad mood at times, but his heart is in the right place. Sometimes he just doesn’t adjust well to change, darling.”

“Yeah but not just him.”, Julie said, making Linnie’s heart ache, “My mommy sometimes hits me when she has that icky brown water, and yells a lot too. I’m always messing stuff up when she’s around. Daddy also never gets out of bed. He just sits there and drinks wine and cries all day. Barely even notices me.”

“Oh dear sweetheart, come here.”, Linnie sighed, hugging Julie tight and rubbing her back, “I’m so sorry. No child should ever have to go through that. I know how much that hurts.”

“You do?”

“Mhm. See, my wife wasn’t very nice to me or my kids either, and you know, my daughter was a lot like you growing up.”, LInnie said, remembering that one night Nora had came home drunk after they had just finished dinner, “I remember one night after dinner, Chelsea wanted to help me with the dishes like she always does, but when her mother came back screaming, Chelsea grabbed my leg and begged me not to leave her.”

“Did you?”

“No of course not, dear. I just took her to bed so I could deal with Nora alone. Yes, it was uncomfortable but at least she was safe.”, Linnie sighed, before smiling at Julie, “And I would love to do the same for you. You deserve a good life, filled with people that love you, and I want to help you out the best I can. Is that alright?”

Julie was unsure of how to answer, but just nodded quietly before returning to watching the other children play. Fighting the urge to coax her to pick up some toys, Linnie eventually decided that he didn’t need to overstep his boundaries with her and decided to keep quiet until the doctor called her. After a good 15 more minutes, Dr Honeycomb opened the doors leading to the offices, calling Julie’s name, and leading them to one of the examination rooms.

“Well, you’re looking a bit better than when we had last met. How have you been?”, he asked, smiling patiently at Julie. Julie didn’t say anything, but rather blushes and smiled shyly, “No problem. You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. Let’s just get you weighed to see if we’re making any progress.”

Dr Honeycomb took Julie’s hand and lead them back down towards the hallways once more, turning a corner to the weight scale, and having Julie stand on it without flapping her wings. She did as she was told, and Dr Honeycomb smiled as she gained a pound, and seemed to have better balance on the scale.

“Well, it’s a start. I’m sure you’ll be a healthy weight in no time. Now then.”, he said, turning towards Linnie, “So, as you’re aware, we’re doing a physical, correct?”

“Yes, but I was wondering if you could take a look at sometime while you’re at it,”, Linnie asked, frowning worriedly, “There are a bunch of cuts and scars on her arms and legs, and I’m worried that they’ll get infected.”

“Yes of course”, Dr Honeycomb knelt down gently, getting a brief look, “They don’t seem infected to me as none of them have a harsh red color around the area, or any crust. I will go ahead and document these and bandage them just so they don’t get infected in the future.”

“Alright thank you.”, Linnie sighed, as he took a seat towards the wall of the office, worried for Julie’s well being while also thinking about all the scars he had seen today. Watching as the doctor tended to her, Linnie couldn’t help but notice a sense of distrust towards Dr Honeycomb, even though he seemed like a perfectly nice and kind person to Linnie. She flinched whenever he attempted to take her arm to dab some disinfectant onto her bruises, and almost looked like she was about to cry the entire appointment. It took all his strength not to scoop the child up and give her a hug, wishing he could protect her from whoever was hurting her.

Why would you do something like that to a child, Linnie wondered. How miserable did you have to be to believe hurting a child would magically solve all your problems. Whatever excuse these parents had to abandon the poor child on the street and cause all the physical and emotional scars, Linnie was determined to make sure Julie escaped from the life she was living. To have the experience a child should be living. Instead of fighting for her life on the streets, she should be playing on the playground, and playing tag with her friends. It was all almost too much for Linnie to handle.

After a while, Dr Honeycomb finally finished tending to Julie’s wounds before handing Linnie a manilla folder, containing Julie’s documents, injuries, and x-rays; anything that was recorded on her behalf.

“Well sadly, I can’t say this is the first time I’ve seen a child with this many scars.”, Dr Honeycomb commented, “But never have I seen so many in one place.”

“I know. It’s awful. I’m very concerned about her, and I’m not sure what I’m going to do next.”, Linnie said sadly, “I’ve planned on coming to the police and figuring out where her parents are, but I’m not so sure this poor dear should be going back to her parents at all.”

“You don’t think THEY’ve caused all of those, do you, Mr. Cosma?”

“I don’t know for sure, but she’s said some things that make me believe so. I probably shouldn’t repeat them.”, Linnie said quietly, “Anyways, thank you so much for looking after her. I know she seemed a little wormy and I think she’s just scared. Uhm, she’s not on our insurance so I’m not sure what you’d like for me to-”

“Oh, the receptionist should take care of it. Seeing as this is a special case, we might just be able to overlook the appointment and charge your insurance just this once.”

“Really? Thank you so much. You don’t know how much this means to me.”, Linnie smiled gently, clutching the folder in his hands as he reached out to Julie, “Come on sweetheart, we should probably head back to the house now. You’ve had a long day.”

Unlike the behavior he had seen with Dr Honeycomb, Julie seemed to be a bit more eager to respond, allowing Linnie to hold her hand, and walking almost right next to him, almost as if she were trying to hug him. Despite her rather anxious body language, Linnie couldn’t help but smile softly at the little girl, feeling somewhat proud that she was finally starting to trust him. Before he and Julie walked out of the doctor’s office all together however, Linnie had bumped into another green haired man, who groaned as the little boy in a purple shirt and overalls, and purple curly hair looked up, smiling.

“Grandpa Linnie!”, the boy hugged, Linnie recognizing him as Poof. Linnie smiled warmly, kneeling down to give his grandson a hug.

“Hi sweetheart, I’m so happy to see you! I didn’t expect you.”, Linnie cheered, before looking down at the man, “Cosmo?”

“Watch where you’re going-Dad? ”Cosmo's tone immediately changed upon hearing his father’s voice, “What are you doing here?”

“I-uhm”, Linnie stuttered, Julie hiding behind his legs, “I’m just taking care of some personal business. What are you doing here?”

“Poof’s check up”, Cosmo said, with a somewhat bored tone, “Wanda was supposed to take him this go around since I have things around the house that needed to get done, but she ‘conveniently’ had to go to one of her father’s meetings at that garbage company. I swear, she always does this to me.”

“Does what, dear?”

“Every time something involving one of the kids needs to be done, she’s nowhere to be found, and then expects me to be ok with it just because she pays the bills around here.”, Cosmo complained, “And I’m like, what the hell does she need to go there so damn much anyways? Doesn’t he have his workers for all that stuff he does at the company? How about instead of running around and using the ‘I pay the bills’ excuse, you help you damn husband out with the kids. They’re your responsibility too.”

“You sound just like Daddy.”, Julie squeaked, catching Cosmo’s attention, causing him to raise an eyebrow.

“Dad, who’s this?”, Cosmo asked, studying Julie’s features, and felt himself jump back as he saw the condition she was in, and all the scars on her arms and legs, “And what happened to her? Why’s she got all those scars? And what’s with her nose? It almost looks as big as Darren’s.”

“Uhm, you know what, I think that’s something we can all discuss in private, dear. I don’t think this is the right time and place to talk about it.”, Linnie said, “Would you maybe want to come over for dinner tonight? I can explain everything then.”

“I don’t know. Depends on if Wanda’s lazy ass comes home to help with the kids.”

“Bring the kids, dear. I’m sure little Julie here could use a playmate anyways.”, Linnie said, before Cosmo and Poof’s names got called for the appointment.

“Maybe. We’ll see. Let’s go.”, Cosmo said to Poof before bringing him into the back offices, as Linnie continued to take Julie home, finally arriving back at the apartment. Upon entering the room, Linnie wasn’t surprised to see Darren at the TV, eating a bowl of ramen noodles he had left for him. Before striking a conversation, Darren waiting until Linnie had sent Julie for a nap, and took a seat on the couch next to him to clear his mind.

“How’d it go?”, Darren said, his mouth half full.

“FIne. She was very skittish at the doctors, but we were able to get what we needed.”, Linnie sighed, “Oh, and I ran into Cosmo on my way out.”

“Oh, is that so?”, Darren said, heart dropping suddenly, “I-I completely forgot to call him when I got out. Has he said anything about me?”

“Not really, other than Julie looking like you. I invited him over to dinner, so he and the kids may or may not be coming over this evening to discuss Julie.”

“Kids? Wait, Cosmo and Wanda finally did the deed, twice?”

“Mhm.”

“Great. As if my life couldn’t get any better.”, Darren groaned, remembering how much he and Wanda disliked each other, “Is she going to be there?”

“I’m not sure. Cosmo said she was working tonight.”

“God, I hope not. I don’t know what her problem is with me, but she always acts like I’m out to get her husband or something.”, Darren complained.

“Well, let’s just try to keep a more positive attitude about it.”, Linnie said, “After all, we’re here to discuss Julie, not any drama between you and Wanda. I’ll make sure we keep focus so that Wanda’s point of view against you will not be brought up, if that makes you feel any better.”

“Ugh fine I guess.”, Darren groaned, before noticing the envelope, “Are those her medical records?”

“Yes. This has everything from doctor’s notes, to her x-rays, so let’s try not to lose them, alright?”, Linnie asked, “I’m going to be taking these to the police within the next day or so. She’s uhm..said some very concerning things while we were waiting for her appointment.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t really want to say exactly, but something about her mommy and daddy hitting her.”, Linnie said, catching Darren’s attention.

“What the hell? Are you serious?”

“Darren language please.”, Linnie scolded lightly, “But yes, I’m very worried about her.”

“Damn, that’s crazy.”, Darren said, before receiving a sigh from Linnie, “So, what do we do now?”

“I guess there’s not much we can do until tomorrow. If you wouldn’t mind watching her tomorrow while I go to the police station and start a case after I get off work.”

“Shouldn’t I go over there too? I mean, they might want to ask me some questions since I was technically the first person to notice her.”, Darren brought up.

“Well, yes, I suppose so, but then we won’t have anyone to watch her-”

“What about that one lady you had helped with her niece? I mean, she seems like a nice person to me.”

“I’m not sure. I don’t really want to bother her.”

“What other choice do we have? Besides, it’s not like we’re leaving her with Julie all day anyways, It would just be for a few hours.”, Darren shrugged, taking his noodle cup to the kitchen to throw it away, “I’m just saying, sometimes you’ve gotta be resourceful. It’s ok if you need other people to do you a favor anyways, and it’s not like we can leave her by herself, especially since it’s obvious she can’t even go to the bathroom by herself.”

“Well.”, Linnie sighed, “I’ll give her a call, and if not, then one of us is going to have to stay behind.”

“Here how about this.”, Darren offered, “Call her, and if she can’t watch her, then I’ll go to the station since you’ll be with Julie as the nursery anyways and since you did her doctor’s visits. It’s not like I’m doing anything anyways.”

“Are you sure? I know you and the police don’t exactly get along.”

“Yeah well…”, Darren rolled his eyes, “This is important, and I got to do what I got to do. Uh…just let me know what she says, I’m gonna go shower before Cosmo and his bitch wife get here.”

Even though he was annoyed at his last statement, Linnie smiled at Darren as he watched him disappear into the hallway, proud that at long last, at least a little maturity was starting to show. Finally, he was starting to care about people other that himself.

#fairly oddparents #fanfic #drama #cosma family #abuse tw

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kexing · 1 year

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Took a break but we’re back in it! Let’s go Triage eps 10-11:

Gosh Tol is so moved finding Tin’s little time loop notes and glimpsing what he’s been through to try and save everything. What would you even do in the face of such levels of caring? (Well Tol is off to a good start, now he’s the one pulling up Tin’s covers while he’s asleep 🥰)

Can’t believe evil gopher really just went “Professor I have a shift at work so I don’t have time to destroy the organ trafficking evidence”

Wow, Tin seems to already be doing a premature victory lap and has transitioned to at-ease-lovey-dovey mode, with the hugs and the compliments and the adorable hand-kissing pinky promises.

Gap holding firm possession of the braincell: Hey Doi sucks and is a lying evil gopher, let’s maybe not trust him?

I really gotta wonder what Sing’s life has been like that he’s so stunningly chill and clearheaded about both taking down the secret organ trafficking ring and escaping getting tied up to be executed by said organ trafficking ring.

Sing and Gap perfectly silently coordinating to utterly beat evil gopher’s ass is a top 10 moment of the entire show easily.

OH GOD

AAAHH and now all his friends have to operate on Tin to try and save him I was JUST SAYING how Sing seems crazy unflappable and now here he is panicking because his best friend is DYING

NO NOT TIME OF DEATH 10:55 PM

Tol: Death is a lie and time travel is real. I’m not leaving this hospital until I find Jinta the angel man to save my boyfriend

All of Tin’s friends: Hey buddy we got a nice padded room you can investigate

And always when we need him most, Jinta the angel man appears!

This is the most emotionally fraught “Previously on...” there’s been yet.

Jinta just be throwing his boys headfirst into the deep end. He’s gonna help, that’s a given cause he’s the best, but like hell he’s not gonna fuck with them first.

Woah, so the super bad fight Mai had with Heart actually played out as a super bad fight she had with Tol before! Hot dang I love time loop shenanigans.

Eeyyyyy, so THIS is the Tol that came to visit severely sleep deprived Tin!

He’s rewinding all the loops and now he’s in his own loop! God this rules.

I love it. Tol manages to fix ALL his own personal stuff in like 5 minutes (even Lukpair and Win chill out!) and then he’s just like “Now how do I fix whatever the hell is going on with that hospital?”

Awww, Tin came to psychically visit Tol like Tol did for him in the waiting room! (maybe the reason Jinta’s so annoyed is that when he’s not advising here he’s stuck with Tin’s ascended spirit making goo goo eyes as they watch Tol flail about in this loop)

It wouldn’t function as a loop trial if there wasn’t a challenge, especially when Tol wasn’t supposed to have one in the first place, so of course it’s a loop with elements completely different than what came before and he only gets the one try as an exception. And no version of Tol has ever had to face a Tin that didn’t care at least a little bit about him and now he has to face a Tin that barely cares about ANYTHING. This is DELICIOUS.

YES Mai! Transfer your mother! Rub it in their stupid little faces as you get her away from here! (Mai deserves more than anyone to punch evil professor and gopher in the face, but this is an acceptable substitute)

Pfft, Sing is such a sappy needy boyfriend. Makes sense that in moving everything a bit to the left this loop shifted him and Gap together, they were like the barest nudge away from it in all the previous ones.

YAY!! i’m glad you’re back!!! 🥳🥳🥳

right!! tin adores tol so much and tol deserves to know and feel that and it’s sure an overwhelming thing but so good!! 🥹🥹🥹

lmaoooo priorities ig

THE HAND KISS TOOK ME OUT 😩😩😩 so soft!! pls

and gap was right!!!

sing: these manmade horrors are unknown to YOU, i know them all

SINGGAP POWER BATTLE COUPLE AKDKSKDKKS we didn’t know we needed that until we got it

*war flashbacks* don’t even start me on tin’s death. i almost lost my mind lmaoo 💀💀💀

poor tol 😭😭😭😭😭😭 he almost lost his mind too 😭😭😭😭😭😭 but thank GOD jinta is here to help the helpless queers 🥳🥳🥳🥳

yeah, they gotta suffer first lmaoo

i love time loop shenanigans as well!! and it’s so well done in this show!!!

literally!! godddd tin and tol love each other so much they find ways to visit each other even in death and different loops and forgetfulness. like come on, jinta. i know they’re messy men but they’re clearly in love!!!

YASSSSSSS!! i love that tin and tol switch roles at the end. that it’s tol’s turn to save tin after everything. feels more balanced!! it’s not just tin doing everything!! WORK BITCH

i agree. mai should even be allowed to kill them

exactly aldkskdkks all singgap needed was a tiny nudge. they’re such lovely boyfriends 🥹🥹🥹

glad you’re still enjoying the show ❤️💙

#wastedwastelandme #mj got mail!

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floraflow · 16 years

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Mystery Solved

History class is the bane of my existence.

Not just because of Gen (well, mostly because of Gen) but rather cuz we’re barely taught anything! Not that anyone else cares SMH -__-

But seriously there are SO MANY GAPS in what they teach us! I would know, I watch the History Channel, I’ve read Ana’s dad’s National Geographic collection! All we learn about is American history and even then, all they really talk about is the stupid pilgrims and Nettlebrook’s founders. SO. LAME.

Speaking of which, I discovered something. Something I feel righteously stupid for not figuring out sooner.

We were in class, talking about the town’s founders, which is usually my cue to tune out, but when I was about to, the teacher went over the founder’s names when I heard a very familiar one: Graves. Then of course Gen elbowed me in the ribs with a wry grin on her annoying face and hissed, “Flora Graves has a nice ring to it. Hope you like the smell of embalming fluid.” I, as per usual, turned beet red. But in hindsight, it kinda seemed like like she had that line prepared for a while and was desperately waiting for the right time to use it, which is actually quite lame LOL.

Anyway, back to the real issue: What is wrong with me? How did I not realize James comes from a FOUNDING FAMILY? And that his did is the town’s funeral director? I guess that solves the mystery of why he was so hesitant to discuss anything about his family life with me. Or why he won’t invite me to his house.

IDK how to tell him he doesn’t have to be embarrassed about it. I mean, I get why he IS embarrassed-- his stuck-up friends relentlessly make fun of him for it. God, I don’t know how I didn’t put it all together until now...

Anyway, I’m not looking forward to our next big assignment. We’re supposed to document our own family history. UGH. Theres a million reasons why I hate this. I won’t get into it now tho cuz I have a metric BUTT-TON of homework to do. Peace out.

#diary

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strawberryloveyyy · 1 year

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Early Morning Musicals

A/N: I've had this idea for so long.. Maybe even before I started writing, but I just wrote it now because it played on my Marauders Era playlist.. Sooo... Why not write it today?

Summary: In this story, the students of Hogwarts are having breakfast, and Lily Evans and her friends are discussing their potions exam. James Potter and his friends enter, with Sirius carrying a ukulele. James sings "What a Wonderful World" to Lily in front of the entire Great Hall. Even though Lily is embarrassed, the other students start clapping along, and even the Slytherins drum their hands on the table. James jumps onto the Gryffindor table to dance and continues singing to Lily.

Pairing: Lily Evans x James Potter

Warnings: None.

3rd person POV

It was eight in the morning, the students of Hogwarts still wore their pajamas as they sat in the great hall for breakfast. Vast varieties of breakfast food from many different cultures were spread out across the four wooden tables, sunlight passed through the big windows. It’s rays hitting the tables, illuminating the hall. Hogwarts was blooming and bustling as per usual. Lily Evans and her friends were sitting at the Gryffindor table talking of the potions exams they had the day before.

“I can’t believe it! I’ve studied for four hours the night before yet I remembered nothing. Absolutely nothing!” Marlene McKinnon groaned, as she slammed her head into the empty space of the table. “But I did recall a couple of things, like the list of ingredients for dittany.”, She muttered with her head still on the surface of the table, making her voice barely audible. Alice Fortecue then chuckled, “Marls. You studied for barely an hour, so there’s no wonder that you didn’t recall anything-" She said, before being cut off by Mary Macdonald who just took a sip out of her cup“- And besides it doesn’t take up most of our grade. So.. you still have a chance next time.”

“And you can’t possibly blame yourself, even I nearly tore my hair out answering that test!” Lily exclaimed, as she fixed the charm bracelet on her wrist. Marlene said as she raised her head. “You? Tearing your hair out? I doubt that, you're the brightest witch of our age and one of the cleverest witches I know. I can’t possibly see you struggling over that. Plus if you did end up tearing your hair out.. Potter will probably won’t even notice it, he’ll most likely still chase you around like a puppy.”

Lily started to explain, “I do struggle, even if I am smart I don’t ace my tests without it. And next time if you’d like, we can revise and struggle together. And also! I don’t care what Potter thinks of me, whether my head is shaved or not-” until she got interrupted by someone calling out her name.

“Oh.. Lily flower!” A sing-songy voice yelled.

James Potter had entered the great hall along with the rest of his friends, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, and Remus Lupin. Upon their entrance they shoved the big entrance doors of the Great Hall open wide, then it slammed back in with a loud sound. Sirius entered with a stupid grin drawn onto his face, and Peter looked like he had just woken up, and was not aware of what was going on and where they were heading. Their friend Remus looked quite ashamed at the young Potter’s shenanigans which isn’t anything out of the ordinary. But what was odd is that in his hand, Sirius Black had a.. Ukulele? And upon seeing that Lily started to get up but was pushed back down by her intrigued friends, who were eager to see what would unfold. The quintet walked to the girl’s side area of the table, the closer they got the more annoyed Lily grew. And once they arrived, the wicked grin on James’ face was very visible, as he took a few deep breaths preparing himself. Sirius excitedly readied his Ukulele and then Peter’s eyes widened now understanding the current events. And Remus stood with his old sweater that his hands were in, that seemed to be holding a peculiar shaped object.

“My darling Lily flower. I present to you… A song!” Yelled out James, his voice had a very evident badly done French accent that was being heard all throughout the great hall. Lily hid her face in her hands as embarrassment took over her, but her friends all sat there with wide smiles. Then James yelled again, “Hit it!” Peter started clapping to a certain beat and then suddenly Remus’ face reddened and took out his hands from his sweater and shook his… Maracas? And Sirius started strumming a familiar melody.

“Don't know much about history

Don't know much biology

Don't know much about a science book

Don't know much about the French I took”

James started to sing, (What a) Wonderful world by Sam Cooke. He held his wand in his hand as if it were a microphone. When the loud chatter of the great hall started to subside, all of their heads were now turned to the Gryffindor table. A few Hufflepuffs started to clap along, which was like dominoes and made nearly everyone in the hall clap along. And yes, even the Slytherins who were drumming their hands on the table. “Hence the terrible French accent!” yelled Marlene. As she burst out laughing at the scene before her. Lily now had her fingers on her temples, rubbing them slowly as she muttered, “Isn’t it too early for this?”

“But I do know that I love you

And I know that if you love me, too

What a wonderful world this would be…”

He paused before jumping onto the Gryffindor table. His arms and legs moved around as he attempted to dance, Lily’s eyes widened and Mary gasped as he nearly stepped on her finger. Alice slightly jumped at the sound of his feet landing on the table, and Marlene moved her bowl of cereal away from him. He resumed his singing, looking at Lily.

“Don't know much about geography

Don't know much trigonometry

Don't know much about algebra

Don't know what a slide rule is for”

“Hey Moony, what’s triganemotry?” asked Sirius, as he continued to strum his Ukulele. Remus’ eyebrows furrowed, “You mean trigonometry?” “Yeah whatever that is.”. Remus sighed and answered, “The branch of mathematics concerned with specific functions of angles and their application to calculations.” and Sirius only answered, “What.”

“But I do know one and one is two

And if this one could be with you

What a wonderful world this would be”

“Potter! Get down from there!” Hissed Lily, as she looked around for a professor. But there was none around. James continued to dance on top of the table carelessly, the whole room still had their eyes on the Gryffindor table, and he didn’t seem to care.“If Mcgonagall walks in and sees you dancing up there, you’ll for sure be in detention by dinner!” she hissed again. “Dear Lily flower, detention will always be worth it if I get to see you!” He exclaimed, right before he started to sing the bridge.

“Now, I don't claim to be an A student

But I'm trying to be

For maybe by being an A student, baby

I can win your love for me”

He continued to sing and dance as the other Marauders continued to play their instruments. But unbeknownst to them, Professor Mcgonagall had just entered the Great Hall. And upon seeing that sight, she sighed as she quickly strode up to the four rambunctious boys. Her steps were fast and silent, and a couple of the Ravenclaws sighted the Transfigurations professor and froze, straightening their posture acting as if they weren’t tapping their feet and singing along a second prior. She strode until she was behind the four Gryffindor girls. Sirius, Remus and Peter who stood in front of them immediately froze upon seeing their professor. Sirius nearly dropped his Ukulele when he saw the glare Minnie had sent them, and Remus panickedly shoved his Maracas into Peter’s shirt who gave him a small glare. But James continued to sing, though the music was already gone.

“La ta ta ta ta ta ta (History)

Hmm-mm-mm (Biology)

Whoa, la ta ta ta ta- AHHH! Minnie!”

#the marauders #marauders #marauders era #james potter #sirius black #mary macdonald #marlene mckinnon #alice fortescue #lily evans #minerva mcgonagall #minnie #minnie mcgonagall #evan rosier #regulus black #jily #jily oneshot #jily supremacy #jily fluff #flowerpott

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Title: Home Pairing: Gen (Damien & Miranda) Word count: 1.7k Warnings: Major Character Death

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My first Monster Prom fic! Sorry it had to be an angsty one tho ^^;;;; promise my future fics will all be much fluffier and much more comedic lol ;;; Also this fic is based on the event in Monster Camp where we got to see different timelines/alternate universes! I got intrigued by the one where Hell and the Merkingdom fell into war, and thus this fic was born :) (Also also I wouldn't mind writing a second chapter for this, if y'all are interested. Writing a part with Lucien's POV and then a funeral scene would be very fun to do)

Anyways, sorry for all the angst and death! I hope you can still enjoy the fic <333

“Come now Damien, your home isn’t much further.” Miranda was talking to him. How long had she been talking? “We’re only…one away from the Eighth Circle! We’ll be there soon, I promise.” She was carrying him, which was something Damien never thought he would say. His arm over her shoulder while she tried her best to help him walk. Where were her serfs? This definitely seemed like a job she would make her servants do, but here she was, doing a peasant's job herself. Damien would be proud of her if he wasn’t trying to focus on not bleeding out.

He vaguely remembered something about putting pressure on a wound to make it stop bleeding, or at least maybe make it stop bleeding as much, because it certainly wasn’t stopping. He learned it from movies, he thinks, many different ones blurring together, all with the main character or something pressing a hand against their wound while they groaned in pain, and Damien always trusted movies in what to do in emergencies. They haven’t failed him yet, but now he can’t help but wonder if there was something better to do, but it wasn’t like there was anything else he could do, or even Miranda could do.

Miranda didn’t deserve this. She was trying her best in a situation that she had no idea of what to do–hell, Damien didn’t know what to do, but the two had to keep pushing because Damien LaVey was a fucking quitter, and no way was Miranda Vanderbilt one either. They both had to keep going for each other.

“Once we get there,” Miranda continued, “then your servants can take care of you from there.” Damien was able to register faintly how her steps stumbled and slowed, and he had feeling it was because his own were doing the same. The young princess hadn’t ever had to carry a single thing in her life and now she was practically half-dragging Damien along, and he couldn’t imagine what was going through her mind. He could barely register what was going through his.

The burning that he tried to ignore was getting worse. Holy water did that to a person though, it ate away a demon’s flesh in strong enough doses, and the fish hook, one that was overly large and connected to a chain and used like some sort of flail, definitely was blessed and dipped in a good amount of holy water, because the second it had pierced his side, all he could feel was that burning sensation. Even after it was ripped out of his side, all he could feel was the liquid burning and eating away at him.

God fucking dammit, Damien just wanted to be home. Not in some warzone with Princess Miranda, who was trying her best to keep him alive and to keep him going. He craved nothing but to wrap himself in a blanket, eat some red savina peppers by the handful while rewatching his favorite episodes from Boo Paul’s Drag Race, and bothering his friends by texting them just to fuck with and annoy them. He wanted to be in any other situation other than this one, one where there wasn’t a stupid and dumb war raging on, where the Merkingdom wasn’t winning said stupid and dumb war, where he wasn’t dying out because of the fucking stupid and dumbass war.

He heard Miranda let out a squeak. He didn’t realize why until he noticed that he was suspiciously close to the ground. She was grabbing him by his arm, trying her best to pull him back up. And God did he want to, he wanted to get back up, because he was Damien fucking LaVey, and he wasn’t going to die pathetically in some abandoned wasteland while he bled out, he was going to die a glorious, fiery death, one where he got the last laugh and was victorious in the end, even if he did end up dying. He refused to die in this shithole, not like this, because refused for that to be the case. He was going to live, goddammit.

…So why weren’t his legs listening to him? Why wasn’t his body listening to him, because he was sure as fuck that he was using every fiber of his being to push himself back up and keep walking. But his body ached, he was tired, and he wanted to scream until his throat was bloody just so he could feel something other than his fucking gouged out side, but goddammit he was just tired.

“Miri…” Instead of a scream, it was a low whisper. Miranda’s nails dug into his skin as she tightened her grip into his arm.

“Come on Damien,” she said, doing that little cute thing where she would puff out her cheeks when she was angry or upset, “this isn’t a place fit for someone of your status to die. You deserve to die either in battle protecting your kingdom, or after you led a glorious era of prosperity and bloodshed.” She pulled harder on his arm. “So get up already!”

Damien gave a chuckle, only to wince at the horrible pain that shot through. He slipped his arm out of Miranda’s grasp to use both hands to press against the wound, which didn’t help much with the pain but he really didn’t know what else to do. Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried to focus on anything but the pain and nothing but the pain. A mix of warm liquid soaking his clothes and slipping through his fingers and the ringing in his ears made him unable to focus on a single thing. He could feel his eyes prickle as tears formed, because holy shit. He was really going to die here, wasn’t he? Like, actually die. Like, die and never come back. Like, never get to see his dads or friends again. Die, as in actual fucking death.

The blood stained hand was taken away from his wound, and the feeling of Miranda’s hand holding his own in an iron-clad grip made him feel a bit more grounded. He needed to keep going for her, because no one else was going to. He just needed to get the fuck back up and keep walking, for her sake.

“-Okay? Can you do that for me, Dami?” Fuck, Miranda was speaking to him. Her mouth was still moving, but he couldn’t hear a single thing, not with the blood pumping in his ears. Her face was laced with concern, but he just felt so distant from her that he couldn’t really register what she was saying or what she was trying to do. The squeeze of his hand grounded him a bit though, which was nice, Damien appreciated that, Miri’s hand holding his and reminding her how she was with him, how he at least still had her, and how she was going to stay with him until his final breath.

And she’s gone. What? What the fuck? No no no no, come back, she couldn’t leave, why was she leaving, no fuck please come back-

Damien’s empty hand went back to his wound. Eyes squeezed shut as he felt warm tears land on his knees. Her voice couldn’t be heard, not like he could really focus on anything anyway. But he liked how it sounded, even if it was hard to hear over the loud thump thump of blood and dead whitenoise that filled his ears. But now there was nothing, and fucking dammit he was going to die alone, wasn’t he? He didn’t want to–he still had so much to do–he couldn’t die, not now, not alone–he just, just–

He wanted to be home again. He wanted to be eating dinner with his dads, who would ask him how his day was and listen to whatever he had to say. He wanted Blue Dad’s bear hugs, even if they were embarrassing, they were warm, just completely enveloped him in what felt like real fucking love, and then Red Dad’s chuckles at whatever Damien had said and his affectionate ruffles of his hair. Damien wanted those back so badly why couldn’t he just have those back?

He couldn’t be alone; that thought kept running through his head, over and over and over and over again as he squeezed at his side even harder. He wanted to be home, with his friends. Where he could laugh alongside Scott, rob banks and party with Vera and Polly, poke fun at Liam for being a dork, totally win at video games against Vicky, Amira, Oz, and Brian, and just chill with Zoe and Calculester. He wanted to see Miranda smile again, like how she used to when everything was fine and they were happy. How she brightened over dumb art things that Damien didn’t understand nor cared about, how she gave an adorable laugh when something amused her and that beautiful glint in her eye that she got when she plotted the best way to execute her rivals. He wanted those back, to just be back with them again.

He just wanted to be home.

Home was where his friends were. Where they all were, all joking and laughing away. Home was where his dads were, where his makeup supplies were because he was going to pursue a life of cosmetics and his dads were going to be so proud of him. Home was where Miranda was, back when things were fine and they were happy and they plot assassinations of people who got in their way together. He wanted to go back to the way things were–he just wanted to go back so fucking badly.

But here Damien LaVey was, the Prince of Hell, reduced to sobbing like a child and clutching his side so hard his nails dug into the skin but nothing could compare to that sizzling, burning, flesh-eating feeling that racked through his whole body. Fearful of death, even though he laughed at its face plenty of times in the past. Alone. Pathetically panicking over the idea of dying, of being alone in his last moments. He was stronger than this, at least he thought he was, but now it was clear that that wasn’t true, because now he was diminished to a mess of blood and tears.

He used every bit of strength he had left to wait for a sign. To wait for Miranda to come back. Because even though she left, left when she said she wouldn’t, she would surely come back. She had to, she wasn’t abandoning him. She was coming back, he just had to wait a little longer.

Miranda never even came back before he lost consciousness.

#future fics will be funny and silly I PROMISE #monster prom #monster prom fic #damien lavey #miranda vanderbilt #angst

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